The mercenary women had been at the village for some
time now, and it wasn't a pleasant experience for anyone. The villagers were
tired of their harassment, probing questions, and general chaos and property
damage they brought with them. The mercs themselves were tired of having to
expose themselves to the Asian bumpkins of this two-bit town, but there were
stories about this place. And if they were true, pressuring some foreigners
with strongarm tactics would give them countless better payoff than genuine
life-threatening work.
And so there they were, tucked away in their fully-equipped base camp in the mountains of Japan when the troop of fully-uniformed highschool girls walked in on their camp of armed soldiers, goons, toughs, and seedy brutes of various caliber. Allison, not genuinely the brains of the outfit, but a lieutenant when the real heads weren't around, approached the startled girls as they reached the large clearing where they had pitched camp during their thus-far fruitless search.
"Hey there, girlies," she grinned. Al was a fit woman, and liked to make that abundantly clear to others. She had short straight blond hair, tanned skin and a flattering chamo tank top (though the practicality could be questioned) and cargo pants. She smiled as she spoke and had a long casual stroll to her walk, but the semi-automatic rifle over her shoulders, arms resting across it like a scarecrow, did little to inspire a trustworthiness. The position continued to enhance her appearance, emphasizing the tightness in the muscles of her arms and abs, and her hefty breasts behind her top. "What brings a few kids like you so far outta your two-horse town?"
"Two horses? That's generous," scoffed one of her thicker girls sitting on a crate of supplies. "Would have thought the poor slant-eyed bumpkins woulda eaten any horses already." A few of the other hired guns laughed, but Allison motioned for them to quiet down. The schoolgirls were clearly edgy, shaking and tensed up until they looked like a bunch of spooked jailbait rabbits in short skirts.
The girls seemed cagey at first, looking around the heavily armed camp before one of them spoke up. "We're on a field trip. We're just... hiking," one managed to get out.
"Oh, good!" Alison chimed and smiled a bit wider. "Then you're from around here! See, my girlfriends and I have gotten ourselves a bit lost."
The schoolgirls did not relax whatsoever. They'd heard, either firsthand or through their parents and faculty, that the American women had been asking about the temple. It was an old memorial of sorts, not everyone clear of its purpose in the old days, but you didn't mess with old traditions in their society.
"I don't know," the schoolgirl started, fidgeting a bit. "We're... not that sure how to navigate the mountains so well..."
"Oh, but there's the easy part," Al smirked back at them. "See, we've already found the temple. We've excavated a good chunk of it, but we can't seem to find what we're looking for." The speaking schoolgirl went quiet, and her classmates fidgeted a bit more. "So if you kids can just show us what we're looking for, we can just get out of your hair."
"No way, you old cows!" One of the girls finally spoke up, and louder than any of them so far. It naturally got their attention. A gun cocked somewhere among the band of mercenaries, and several got into ready positions. Allison kept a straight face, but her smile had diminished at the very least. "We don't have to tell you anything!"
The other girls seemed to catch her confidence like an empowering virus. "Yea! Leave us alone already, and quick stinking up our town with all your foreignor sweat."
"Seriously, does it just pool up in big rivers in your cleavage by your saggy tits?" one giggled, getting into the taunting.
"Yea, show some decency with those things."
The head spokes-schoolgirl smiled a little at the
taunting, but tried to keep herself serious. "So there! We're not going to
tell you anything."
Allison felt a vein bulging in her head somewhere, but kept a sharp, steady tone. "Look... we heard there was a treasure in your little Jap crap hole, and we're not leaving until we find it."
"Well too bad! Looks like you'll have to drag your big American asses back home empty handed and pay for your fatty McDonalds some other way."
Generally pretty level-headed, Allison would only take so much putting down of her figure. A hand came off of her gun and lashed out like a snake, taking one of the girl by her long dark hair and dragging her a few paces forward. She shrieked in surprise, fear, and pain as Allison swiftly pulled a knife from one of the pouches on her pants, whirling it quickly before brandishing it at the other girls.
“Don’t know? Oh, you’ve got to know if you’re a
virgin, little one. Or do you need mama Alison to check for you and find
out?” Makoto gave out a tender squeak as the schoolgirls grew
more tense, all heads turning when the tension was swiftly penetrated with a
sharp, angry shout.
"Let her GO!" accompanied the woman bursting from the trees, swinging an arcing kick that slammed into Allison's back. Her body bucked forward, shoving her chest into Makoto and losing her grip, sending the girl stumbling back towards her friends.
Merc and student alike turned with varying reactions to the woman who was standing where Alison had been before she stumbled several paces holding her sore back. She was Asian like the schoolgirls, but clearly fully grown, if not shorter than the majority of the mercs. She was dressed in similar but slightly more casual clothing than the girls' uniforms. A fairly snug pair of shorts, sneakers, and an old shirt with their school's logo on it. The clothing alone was enough to show she was not only more prepared for the hike than the girls, but in notably better shape than either of them. She had long dark hair and slightly more tanned skin than most of the girls, but it didn't show too much with her heritage. She was clearly a senior to the girls, perhaps a college student or just a fairly young teacher.
The mercs regained their composure from the surprise attack after a few seconds but not prepared or certain enough to raise their weapons any more than they already head. One more body among a few startled natives, after all. But Allison was pissed, arching her back to thrust her chest out and stretch her top further and growling lowly at the newcomer.
"The hell, psycho bitch?" she demanded with a snarl. The woman struck what Al took to be a martial arts stance, arms and legs spread just slightly apart and at the ready.
"I don't think I care for how you're speaking to my students," she said sternly, locking eyes with Allison. "If you want to pick a fight, try it with someone who's your own age. I'll take each of you on, one on one."
"You keep your nose out of our business," sneered one of the other fatal femmes. "And we're naughty girls, not some garage band. I don't recall taking requests."
"Yea," Allison growled lowly. "And I don't care how many little over-achiever medals you mighta gotten in your little gradeschool slapfight club, but you haven't got shit on the action we've seen."
"Girls, get out of here." Ami Sato was a gym teacher for their school, but more particularly the karate instructor and advisor for the judo club. The girls respected and admired her, and her orders were enough to drive them into action, starting back into the woods down their trail.
"Get them!" one of the mercs barked out curtly, the rest of the thus-far largely nameless women rose and went after the girls. The furthest and fastest of them was surprised when her feet were quite suddenly no longer underneath her shapely hips, a swift leg sweep from Ami being kind enough to relocate them for her and send her crashing into the dirt. The one behind her found the collar of her trench coat (the only garment on her upper body) grabbed by Ami and yanked down, smacking a knee into her forehead. She joined the first hit-woman on the ground, dazed but only for a few moments. Ami would have to hold the line long enough for the girls to get out of range, at least. Let them get to safety and find some help. She gave a quarter turn to shoot the flat of her upper foot into the bigger of the downed women, knocking some wind from her to keep her down.
But there was still the vengeful Allison behind her. The chesty blond reached into her cleavage and pulled out a set of knuckle dusters and palming them into place. Ami was about to busy herself with a third approaching merc (the other starting to wizen up enough to fan out around her) when Al suckerpunched her with an extra lining of brass between her knuckles and Ami's ribs, the air rushing from Aki's lungs and rattling her chest. She huffed and shuddered, her legs starting to give way immediately. Al gave a vicious knee to her back, toppling her into the dirt where the less-winded merc managed to dogpile onto her, keeping her down with hammer blows to the back of her body and head.
It was more than enough for the rest of the band of killers to overtake and herd or drag the schoolgirls back to their camp site.
"Well, good thing teach here showed up to save
you, huh girls?" gloated one of the commanders in the team. The woman was
another to flaunt her appearance, but almost contrarily to Allison. While her
skimpy attire showed her lean muscle and generous chest, Selina was marked all
over and proudly so. Her hair was composed of clearly unnatural shades of
purple and deep black, and much of her legs, arms and neck marked with tattoos.
Skulls, flames, vulgar cartoons, a "Front entrance" sign with an arrow
on her inner thigh. Blending in with them was the occasional scar, some even
incorporated creatively with the tattoos. By just wearing low-hanging cutoff
jean shorts and a tank top small and tight enough to pass for a sports bra, she
showed off her assorted minor mutilations enough to sacrifice her looks for
some bad girl cred.
“If she hadn’ta sprung into action… well, you mighta
gotten off easy.” A pair of the hitwomen held up Ami with her arms behind her
back, the teacher wincing but open enough to glare back at her captors. With a
casually practiced motion, Selina drew a pair of knives from her belt loops.
“Well, just means we got one more little girl worth persuadin’…” Ami sweat a
bit at the sight of Selina moving in on her, brandishing her knives and
relishing the teacher’s expression, licking her lips with a studded tongue. She
pressed the knife down against her belly, just lightly enough to make her tight
tummy recoil from its edge. Instead though, Selina gave a fine, quick cut up
her body, slicing clean between the center of her bra and shirt in one go. Both
slid off unsteadily, to the jeering laughter of the rest of the mercs.
“Aww, what cute little mosquito bites you got
there!” Selina gloated, brushing the flat edge of her knife across her nipple,
getting it hard with the smooth cool metal and making Aki squeal and blush. She
grabbed one of her teats roughly, squeezing and molding it like her stress ball
while the restof the mercs joined in on the mockery.
"Check her out, girls! She's about as stacked as the little girls
here!"
"Wait! I think she's even smaller! Strip another of the girls and mash
em together, and let's find out!"
"Fuck, are you sure you're a teacher? Not just some student with a
fake ID or something?"
"I'd believe she's really a man in disguise, with tiny tits like that!
Or is that from the steroids you took to get to be not TOTALLY pathetic?"
Selina didn’t bother with her knives for her shorts, grabbing them and
pulling hard until they tore clean off the teacher, leaving her just in her
clean white panties. Soon those were stolen as well, torn to unusable ribbons
and then grabbing Aki’s jaw to stuff them into her mouth. “See?” Selina grinned
at her brightly. “This is what happens if we don’t cooperate.”
Allison turned to face the girls while the rest of the mercs toyed with Aki
further. “Hope we all learned a real valuable lesson here, little ladies. First
of all, no running from us. We’ve chased fugitives and other pussies like that
across borders, so no point in that. Second, we’re not leavin’ til we find some
of that treasure we keep hearing about. Three, we’ve got a lot of really armed,
really BORED girls back there, ready to get off to just about anything we can
find to distract em.”
The schoolgirls fussed and whispered desperately a bit, but made no further
action. Al saw them as just about ready to cooperate. Selina shoved Ami into a pack of mercs,
starting to grope and drag her down as she thrashed against them.
“No please, don’t!” yelped one of the students. “We’ll take you there!
We’ll show you all we know! Just don’t hurt Aki-sensei anymore!”
“Finally!” Al sighed, throwing up her arms and waving to the troops. They
reluctantly backed off from the teacher, at least until the students proved
cooperative.
"Well come on. We've got a hike to take, right?" Allison waved
the girls towards the woods, leading them towards the mountain cave/temple in
question. Selina came along and dragged the teacher behind her by the arm,
weakly resisting but most of the fight banged out of her. If she got especially
fussy, Selina gave her a sharp spank to her bare ass to humiliate her back into
submission.
The girls led them to the cave, Al immediately dispatching a team inside.
Not much was in there in terms of valuables, trinkets and vases and carvings
here and there. After a half hour or so of searching and hearing fractured
stories and myths on this place, Al was getting frustrated. The girls kept
murmuring and whispering to consult eachother on stories about the place, but
it was a small thing added in there that got her ticked off.
“It’s ok,” one of the girls whispered, just loud enough that Al could
eavesdrop on it. “Big Sister will be here to save us. She won’t let us get into
any real danger. She’ll chase these creeps away…”
At this, Al growled and rose up from her seat on a stone near the
cave’s entrance. “Look! I’m sick of you
little shits wasting our time! You cunts waste time? We waste PEOPLE! I don’t care
if I’ve gotta blow up every other little Jap in your dirt farm to make the last
one talk, we ARE gonna find this treasure!”
The girls huddled together as Allison went on raving. “You think this is
cute or something? Your big sis is gonna stop us? Ain’t nobody here who can do
shit to us!” She swung the butt of her rifle, smashing a random vase to all but
powder. “Sis gonna stop us from THAT? Where’s her big damn vengeance for that,
huh?” She actually raised her weapon and shot up a row of old carvings in the
wall. “Or is Gramma gonna come fuck us up for that? Or Baby Brother getting mad
if we do this?” She kicked over a statue into a pedestal with another vase.
“Well I’m pretty damn-!!”
Alison hesitated when she heard a dull thud from the
direction of the wrecked artifact. She turned and found a scroll bound up
tightly on the cave floor. Old, dusty... some markings she couldn't recognize
on the outside, but an important look to them. Clearly a label of some sort,
and if her luck was paying off, it meant "map."
"Finally, something worthwhile in this place. One of the girls back at camp should be able to translate this shit."
The schoolgirls fretted behind her as Allison signaled her girls to herd them and their teacher back out. "This should be all we need. Move out, get this scrap back to camp. Rest of you, keep at it, in case this cave's got any treasure of its own."
The girls, Al, and her goon squad left, the ten or so lower girls still at work half-heartedly searching and digging about the old temple. As they left the cave, the torches and lanturns inside suddenly went out, just behind her as she reached the mouth of the tunnel. It gave her pause, as did the dull thunk that came from inside the cave shortly after. There was a flash from a pistol going off, making her spin around to face the darkness inside. There were shouts of confusion inside, but nothing more discernible than a “Hey!” or “Who’s there?” before another smacking noise or a sound of breaking rock before silence.
"Finally, something worthwhile in this place. One of the girls back at camp should be able to translate this shit."
The schoolgirls fretted behind her as Allison signaled her girls to herd them and their teacher back out. "This should be all we need. Move out, get this scrap back to camp. Rest of you, keep at it, in case this cave's got any treasure of its own."
The girls, Al, and her goon squad left, the ten or so lower girls still at work half-heartedly searching and digging about the old temple. As they left the cave, the torches and lanturns inside suddenly went out, just behind her as she reached the mouth of the tunnel. It gave her pause, as did the dull thunk that came from inside the cave shortly after. There was a flash from a pistol going off, making her spin around to face the darkness inside. There were shouts of confusion inside, but nothing more discernible than a “Hey!” or “Who’s there?” before another smacking noise or a sound of breaking rock before silence.
The mercs inside seemed to give up on waiting and guessing, opening fire as
a crackle of radio cued them to eachothers’ locations, still hitting nothing.
Allison signalled her girls to stay put with the students, but sending in a
pair of girls to move in and grab a pair of night vision goggles from some
nearby equipment. They entered cautiously, the goggles lighting up the hall of
the simple old temple to show a few of their girls unconscious on the ground,
but no sign of an attacker or how they had been disposed of. As they went in
deeper, though , they heard a whishing, like a frenzied wind, and the sound of
steel on steel. Finally, their girls were fighting back.
They rushed ahead for backup, seeing a figure moving too quickly to keep a
good look at between the goggles and its speed. What helped less still were the
silvery flashes, light bouncing off something smooth, shiny, and fast. One
quickly identified it as a sword, as wherever it went, the state of the art
weapons the girls trying to fight the figure carried were quickly being
demolished. Strong steel, and very
sharp, clearly. The two new girls sweat it out as the figure leapt out of sight
a moment, only to land right on the ground in front of them. It leaned forward
close to them, a cute Japanese girl’s face recognizable this close. Boobs
wobbled on their motion detectors in a loose top around her almost
unrealistically perky chest, classic ninja attire scantily covering her body.
Classic might have been a strong word, since it really passed more for a sexy
kunoichi ninja from some action or gag manga than anything genuinely stealthy.
Loose revealing clothes, and fishnets just visible under her shorts.
“Hiya!” she chimed merrily, unphased by their aggressive appearance or
heavy weaponry. “I’ve got a message for your boss, ‘kay?”
“We ain’t doing anything for you,” one of them grunted, but it was
half-hearted at best, clearly shaken up to be so close to the girl who just
shredded about a dozen armed girls from further distance than this and faster
than they could react. Where were those other girls anyway…?
“Oh, you don’t have to actually say anything…” The ninja raised her katana
and gave a few sharp, precise slashes…
Allison bit her lip outside the cave, watching the entrance. Either her girls
would report back with a body, or she’d blast the attacker once she left. She
got neither, wholly, as the majority of the squad came running and screaming
from the cave. All of them were in panties, at most, more of them stripped nude
by quick and clean katana strikes. Orders, duty, and treasure were suddenly a
lot less important when you were naked in the woods without a change of panties
anywhere nearby.
Al looked over the fleeing naked underlings and growled, but the
schoolgirls had to giggle. “Take the girls back to camp! Put everyone on alert!
Get our eyes open, people!” Her team started to scramble, some amused by their
teammates’ fate but mostly starting to panic, and following orders felt like
the next best thing to just fleeing the scene entirely at this point. Al shoved
the schoolgirls at a troop to escort them back to camp. She left the teacher
with a team to guard the cave exit and blast anything that moved to come out.
She went off to set up her own attack and try to regroup her women before they
resorted to panic and started spreading rumors about ninja ghosts, based on what the recon team was shrieking
about.
The mercs kept their weapons aimed at the temple entrance, hands shaking at
the unknown threat inside. Seconds drew on with no noise at all from the
cavern, doing little to help the soldiers' rattled nerves. "Psst,"
one of the girls in the rear hissed out quietly, only one of the mercs turning
back to face her.
Katsumi smiled behind her, holding the rear goon around the neck tightly.
She was slumping slightly in her grip, clearly choking silently in the
sleeperhold. The noise, it seemed, was not what she'd intended to make. It was
either a muffled shriek for attention, or simply a gurgling sound of the start
of her collapse.
"Didja know there's a rear entrance to this place?"
The girls spun around, guns raised in panic but another quick flash of
steel and their weapons were knocked aside or their chambers sliced clean off
their firearms. Some gaping, all stunned, some even trying to fire their
useless weapons, they were easy pickings for the perky ninjette.
"HYA!" Katsumi’s leg flew
almost straight up, practically a cheerleading maneuver except that it cracked
nimbly into one of the shorter mercs in the chin, hurled clean off her feet
backward. An eyeful of the tidy white thong under the skirt of Katsumi’s ninja
outfit startled them back into action, unprepared for melee combat so simply
rushing her with a flurry of fists. The little ninja was already on the move,
swishing between a pair of the girls and giving a double elbow backward. It
struck their necks, hitting their nerves to numb them and drop them both in one
shot. She caught the arm of the tall Spanish girl in front of her, cutting off
her attack and leaving her wide open for a quick, precise punch to the throat,
making her gag and crumble under the blow.
One managed to grab hold of her dark pony tail, the young ninja giving a
yelp in surprise just before she swung her heel backward, a sharp shot going
right into her groin. The assailant went down with a gurgling feminine groan,
falling to her knees holding her groin comically. Katsumi took the position to
swing her hips back, her toned little butt slamming into the merc’s face.
Effectively knocking her out with a butt bump, Katsumi spun and whipped a high
kick that smacked across the last two mercs’ faces, stunning them as they
staggered away on their off footing. Katsumi leapt after them, flipping in the
air before spreading her legs wide enough to rest one thigh on each girl’s
shoulder, squeezing her legs together tightly to crack their heads together.
She cartwheeled back off of them and dusted off her hands when she landed
upright.
“Hi, coach! You okay?” she chimed, waving to Ami, the last woman standing
at the entrance.
“I’m fine,” she asserted, plucking up some of the scrapped clothes that had
fallen off the foreign troopers and forming a makeshift cover for her skin. “But
the girls…”
Kitsumi nodded with a fearless smile. “No problem. They won’t know what hit
‘em. Just get out of sight and I’ll get everyone out of this okay.”
Ami smiled a bit weakly at her. “Your grandfather
really teach you that well?”
“He was the best,” Kitsumi smiled, doing a running
leap and landing in the treetops, zipping off along the branches.
A pair of edgy mercs stood at the edge of the
treeline, watching the path closely. It was the only clear way to walk down
from the temple, and they had shotguns ready to open up on the path at the
first movement, one further down than the other in case the first missed. The
first of the girls watched tensely, wholly unaware that her teammate was
already being incapacitated. Kitsumi hung upside down from the tree above her,
arms hugging around her target’s head and smothering her silent in her firm,
faintly sweaty tits. She struggled, but her arms were tangled up in Kitzumi’s
hug and powerless, soon fading into blackness. Kitsumi slid up behind the
further merc, barely catching Kitsumi’s movements in the corner of her eye. She
spun to fire on the ninja, but as she leveled the big weapon, Kitsumi’s palm
smacked into the bottom of the barrel, sending its muzzle flying up to smack
its wielder in the face. She grunted and stumbled back into the tree, holding
her nose and shouting. “Now, idiots! Now!”
An ambush within the ambush, a trio of girls leapt
out from deeper in the trees. Kitsumi gasped, having miscalculated as the four
girls dogpiled her. She stunned one with a boxing of her ears, but the biggest
of them, a chalk white-haired brawny Russian, barged in and grabbed her around
the body. Kitsumi pushed at the Russian’s thick arms, unable to grapple free
before she lifted Kitsumi off her feet, effectively body slamming her into a
nearby tree. The little Jap huffed as the wind was smashed right out of her,
the Russian holding her up by her neck as the other two moved in, slamming a
fist into her belly apiece.
She groaned as the Russian grinned maniacally at
her, Kitsumi’s expression full of pain and frustration before she was able to
stab her fingers into the Russian’s wrist. The nerve strike made her drop her,
holding her arm as Kitsumi headbutted one girl, simultaneously lashing out her
leg to kick the other in the chin. Both girls staggering, Kitsumi bobbed to one
side to avoid the Russian’s punch, cracking the tree behind her and only
further hurting her hand. Kitsumi grabbed one of the stunned girls by the hair,
twisting it to send her spinning out of control to her other side, absorbing
the next punch of the Russian with her own face in an unwilling sacrifice for
the ninjette, dropping her like a rag doll and warning Kitsumi not to let the
white-haired woman catch her again.
The Russian growled in frustration as Kitsumi
grabbed the belt off one of the girls in a swift movement, the last two goons
of The Russian taking swings at her themselves. She slid on her knees between
them, quickly working to bind their wrists together with the belt. While they
struggled in confusion to break out of it, Kitsumi banged their heads together
and kicked them into a tree, arms tangling up in the branches and hanging like
silly scarecrows.
The Russian’s pale skin was red with anger as she
bull rushed Kitsumi again, but she was prepared for the move this time, with
her back aching to remind her. She flipped upward before she reached her,
grabbing a thick flexible branch and yanking it down after her. She angled it
perfectly to slide down the Russian’s pants, suddenly yanked up off her feet in
a what looked like a cruel trick of nature. The branch held her up by her
panties in a wedgie, thrashing for balance or something to grab onto, but nothing
in her reach. Most aggravatingly, not Kitsumi. “Going to kill you, little
twerp…”
The ninja wandered nearby, free of any threats as
she picked up one of the shotguns nearby. “You know… these things are kind of
handy. Especially if I want to stay out of your reach…” The Russian went pale
again as she aimed it at her.
“Wait… wait, you wouldn’t!” she blurted, shocked to
find herself powerless. “You are nothing to us! The others, they will crush
you!”
“We’ll see. And you’re right. You’re just so cute when
you’re scared, I wanted to see it again.” The Russian just had enough time to
straighten her expression before the butt of the gun hit her face, conking her
out. She dusted off her hands and scoped out the area, making a head count of
how many to come back and account for. One last one remained for her to find,
however.
Selina grinned wickedly from her hiding spot in the
deepest of the shrubs, near the cliff side of the mountain. Her bright tats and
hair dye were tucked neatly behind the greenery to hide herself as she silently
drew one of her beloved throwing knives (the ones with the “fuck you” painted
on the handles). She took careful aim, having all the time she needed to line
it up with Kitsumi’s heart and then let it fly.
The knife whizzed through the air, causing the ninja to lean back almost
horizontally very suddenly. Selina grinned as it stopped when it reached chest
level, only to be sorely disappointed when Izumi rose again. The throwing knife
was wedged neatly between her tits, perky enough that the tension between them
caught the blade harmlessly as it flew between her cleavage.
"Dropped this," she chimed, smiling at the surprised Tasha. She
plucked it up in two fingers, whipping it back at the merc. She didn't have the
time to dodge, allowing it to cut perfectly along her clothes. She rose from
her cover with a yelp, clutching at her big boobs as they bounced eagerly out
of her top, which was quite quickly removed from her person. She started to run
but Kitsumi caught her by the hair, whipping her around and landing her belly
over her knee. It took a bit of wind from her, but more concernedly, Kitsumi
yanked down her pants.
“This is why we don’t play with knives!” she scolded as she started rapidly
and viciously spanking the tough gal. She screamed in shock and pain, thrashing
under her for a good two-dozen spanks before she was released. She ran as soon
as she could, not bothering to pull up her pants. She also didn’t have time to
wonder where her second knife went to, but found out anyway when Kitsumi took
another knife she’d pickpocketed off of her, whipping it after her to get
another shriek and then her pants and underwear dropping off of her.
“Tell your
friends!” she called after her cutely, waving at the naked tattooed girl. “Ooh,
that’s a dandy place for an Elmer Fudd…”
“Just got
off the radio, Queenie!” one of the girls at the next outpost called over to
her. They were positioned in a small clearing, easy access to the woods and
roads in the area. Queenie was a tall, hot black beauty, toned all over and
sporting a small but springy afro. A tank top left open a tight little canyon
of cleavage, her rack partly lost to sheer muscle, but cutoff shorts left lots
of leg and a gorgeously bulging ass to compensate.
“What’s
shakin’, sister?” she asked, always one to try and bring back the 70’s for some
reason. The girls had stopped asking.
“Lost
another half dozen on the path,” the hench-wench reported worriedly. A few
shrill cries of surprise and pain came from up the mountain, making her wince
in the general direction of the lone scouts caught unprepared. “Maybe… a whole
dozen…” Her big black boss did not look pleased to hear it, rather than afraid
as the noises grew closer.
"That's it!" Queenie went over to one of the larger crates in her
outpost, whipping off the top. It was big enough to hold a body, but what was
inside technically only made them. She reached in with one hand and yanked out
a full-fledged gattling gun, a muzzle wider than her face with multiple
barrels. Her muscles bulged into action at heaving up the hefty weapon, the
long string of bullets feeding out of one side trailing behind it. Even at its
enormous weight, she hefted it into place with one arm before snatching it with
the other. She stood readily with it, the other mercs momentarily mesmerized by
her strength before turning their attention back to the woods.
They waited a few seconds until a snapping of a twig sounded behind them.
Queenie turned, aimed and fired her hefty weapon before the others had raised
their semis, opening fire with a practical cloud of metal. Trees blew apart and
bushes shredded apart, any animals slow enough to linger cleared out quickly.
The gun clicked to a stop after a solid thirty seconds, Queenie’s laughter only
just audible when she had run out of ammunition. She grinned smugly at the
wreckage, nothing able to live through that hail of bullets.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the clearing entirely, Kitsumi burst out of
the woods, Queenie swinging her heavy weapon towards her. The bulky weapon
wasn't easy to aim, especially close range, so she simply swung it like an
awkwardly built club. Kitsumi twisted and spun around it, backhanding a fist to
crack across her proud black jaw.
For all her strength in holding the weapon up, it turns out this did little
for Queenie's endurance. She spun wildly on one foot, the weight of her weapon
making her spin all the quicker as it pulled her along. She did a full rotation
before collapsing on the ground from one punch. The other girls watched stunned
as Kitsumi turned to face them, grinning proudly and giving a motion for them
to come and get her, playing off their fear and panic once again.
This batch was slightly more seasoned, Queenie being a bit more selective
and elitist about her company. Only the tougher of the girls were worth her
attention, and so her comrades would not be so easily shaken up.
"What? That all you've got?" one of the mercs jabbed at her,
relaxing the aim of her gun. This close a range, they'd be better off with
their fists anyway, especially with her talent for misdirection and how fast
she had been moving so far.
"I've got plenty more," Kitsumi smiled brightly at them, adding a
wink. "Wanna come see where I'm hiding it?"
"Yea, right. We're not takin' no shit from some bimbo ninja
wannabe!"
"Bimbo?!" Kitsumi frowned, leaning forward with her hands on her
hips to make her boobies bounce. "Wannabe? I'm the real deal, missy!"
"Well you look fake as your tits, sister," the merc sneered back,
looking to her comrades for some supportive laughter.
Kitsumi blushed and pouted angrily before leaping for them, a blaze of
speed fueled by anger as she launched a drop kick straight into the chesty merc
taunting her. She huffed and went tumbling head over heels for several dozen
yards, head bouncing off the ground and her tits with two bare footprints on
them in bright red, and they looked like they would never stop jiggling.
While Kitsumi got her revenge in, the six other mercs around her suddenly
had her ripe for the picking. One slammed her big boot onto Kitsumi’s stomach,
holding her down for the others to rain stomps down on her. She covered up and
shrieked frantically, slapping away what blows she could but taking far more
boots than she wished.
“Ha! Not so big now, you little twat!”
“Strip her down! Let’ s see how this puny cunt fights naked!”
“Screw that, I just want a peak at those tits. Lookit em!”
“Lookit THIS!” Kitsumi snapped back, whipping her hand suddenly to toss a
fine handful of dirt into their eyes. The small cloud blocked their vision if
the literal dirt in the eyes didn’t, the girls shouting in surprise. Kitsumi
slammed two heels right up into the groins of two of the girls, doubling them
up so she could spring herself to her feet with her hands. She bounced off one
of their backs, delivering an elbow drop to the other’s neck and dropping her
down flat.
Two more mercs stumbled after her blindly, only to bump into eachother.
They couldn’t have seen it coming when Kitsumi threw herself into them,
spinning like a top at close range with her arms tucked in. They got their wish
of testing her tits, as the firm jugs smacked them each in the face twice,
toppling them into a powerless pile together.
Two of the better off girls grabbed her arms from behind, pulling her back
from her attack. “Hey! Leggo!” Kitsumi whined, but they grabbed at her legs
next. They hoisted her up, moving her towards a fence post with her legs
spread, clearly intent on crotch-busting her right on top of it. Kitsumi
cringed at just the idea, protecting her baby-maker by shoving one of the
girls’ heads forward, slamming into the post first and losing her grip on her.
Kitsumi got one leg on the ground, then spun like a drill in the last girl’s
grip, smacking her clear across the face with a kick and tossing her into a
tent that collapsed around her.
As she kept dealing with the mercs, a threesome more returned from their
scouting job, shocked at the sight of most of the girls down, most of them
injured. Kitsumi quickly noted Catalina, a Latina with a skull and crossbones
bandana, one of the curviest bodies she’d ever seen (talking a figure 8 here),
and probably more importantly, a big-ass flamethrower. Kitsumi recalculated her
plan, but one of the girls she’d stunned with the cunt punt before grabbed her
by the ankles, still crawling from the low blow.
“Cat! Smoke her!” she shouted out to her commander. Catalina’s eyes lit up
and grinned wickedly, raising her weapon that sparked to life. Kitsumi wriggled
her foot, but she had a death grip on her now. She instead quickly stomped on
her fingers, getting loose enough to slide her sweaty foot out and flip
backward, springboarding off her previous captor and flying out of the
flamethrower’s range. It still caught the two mercs from the first wave, if
just barely, making them scream and panic as they tore off their clothes to
escape the ongoing fire.
“Shit, sit still. Don’t make me have to work for this,” Catalina growled,
aiming a few more belches of fire from her weapon at Kitsumi, but missing the
Japanese girl as she ran like a squirrel across the clearing. The other girls
had no intention of getting in the way of her weapon after the other girls were
charred nude and collapsed nearby, Kitsumi finally whipping something in her
direction. Catalina torched it regardless, not thinking it might be a large
homemade firecracker. It blew off in her face in a spray of wild blue and red
sparks, hurting her eyes and dropping her weapon to rub the dancing lights out
of them.
Kitsumi landing on the shoulders of the blinded pyro, balancing
acrobatically and reaching down her shirt. She grabbed hold of her bra, leaning
back like a bizarre upside down wedgie, pulling the bra up from her shirt and
across her throat. With a bust line like Cat’s, this was no small feat, and no
minor weapon. Cat gagged and her tongue lolled out, grabbing for the garment
turned choking-hazard, but Kitsumi shoved her feet into her back, blacking her
out with her own brassiere. She snapped it loose with one sharp tug, the other
two henchwomen getting their sight back to see not just Queenie, but Cat
already taken down without their noticing. Kitsumi grinned toothily at the,
showing them the huge, hot pink trophy she’d ripped off Catalina’s chest, then
throwing it to the ground between them like a dueling glove.
The girls were naturally wary, looking to eachother before slowly
approaching from either side, Kitsumi staying still and letting them do just
that. They lunged together, Kitsumi leaping up to do a perfect mid-air split
and kick them both in the tits. Both stumbled back holding their chests,
Kitsumi flipping one at random to the ground and somersaulting in the air,
plopping her shapely butt onto her face and bonking her out on the ground. The
other came after her with a vengeance, just turning and raising her legs to
catch her belly, flinging her over her head like an accidental acrobat. The
thug was unfortunate enough that her attack landed her groin-first on the fence
post, cupping her groin and mouth hanging open, as it would for the next
several minutes, even when she managed to drag herself off of it and into the
dirt.
By then, Kitsumi had already rubbed her few new injuries and bolted off
into the forest again.
The camp had a simple pair of mercs visible, keeping the girls in line but,
to their own muted admittance, being insignificant should Kitsumi get through a
force that thick. The girls were out in plain sight as well, open and innocent
and excellent bait for Regina. Reggie was the team’s best sniper and
sharpshooter by far, and perched up in her position higher up the mountain with
her sights on the campground. She was rather thing, and had a short dark
ponytail, suspenders over a formal blouse, and stood a few inches even over the
brawny Russian with long legs rarely used for anything outside of the bedroom.
Reggie let the other girls do the walking, running, and getting their shit
kicked. She sat on the sidelines, waiting for the perfect shot in what she knew
to be the perfect spot, pretty green eye glued to the scope.
“When you look that closely…” Reggie jumped in surprise, turning around to
the voice. “It’s a lot harder to see what’s around you.” Kitsumi stood not 10
feet behind her, and she’d never heard a thing. Reggie was a sniper by
preference, but she was great at it, and to that end she knew her big bulky
rifle would be nothing at this range, even without seeing Cat and Queenie’s
results.
“Take it easy there,” Regina urged her, holding her hands up with the rifle
aimed harmlessly off in a random direction in one hand. “I obviously can’t take you in a fair fight,
girlie. This job ain’t worth my hide. You want the girls? Take em and I’ll
leave here. Never see my lovely mug again.“
Kitsumi folded her arms huffily at her, eying her suspiciously. “Welllll…
do you promise?”
Regina grinned. “Of course I promise.” Kitsumi nodded, letting the tall
woman start to walk off. She only got a few paces when she ducked and grabbed
for the long spear resting by her perch, swiping it for Kitsumi. “Dumbass Jap!”
she sneered, using her long body and longer weapon to slice at Kitsumi to hide
behind her reach. Kitsumi leapt back from it out of range, kicking the spearhead
so it flew up out of control, leaving Regina’s grip and landing stuck deep in
the stone nearby.
“Shit,” Regina cursed, leering at her weapon. She took a swing at Kitsumi,
but her blow was clumsy and unprepared. Kitsumi caught her wrist, spinning her
away and kicking hard into her back. She stumbled forward and hit her head on
the stone wall of the cliff, holding her head before realizing she’d landed on
something. She looked down to see her long legs managed to straddle the weapon
she’d just lost, the spear’s shaft resting phallically between her thighs. It
barely touched her, thankfully.
…until Kitsumi walked up behind her, kicking its end hard to make it quiver
like a freshly fired arrow or, more accurately given Regina’s perspective, a
vibrator. She went wide-eyed, mouth hanging open as Kitsumi walked away from
her, grabbing at the weapon but even her weight unable to stop the shaking,
shivering weakly on top of it. Her pants dampened thickly shortly after Kitsumi
left, noisily orgasming over her weapon and collapsing into a heaving heap
against the cold rock.
The two last patrols watched the camp edgily, not hearing back from most of
the troops beyond the occasional echo of shouts from up the mountain. Kitsumi
bounded over one of their heads from the treetops, landing noiselessly between
them. She sprang up and lashed her legs around the redhead guard's neck,
swinging her hips to drop her backward to the dirt. She clawed at Kitsumi's
legs, but she twisted her thighs and squeezed them tight, pressing down on an
artery to knock her out. Her brunette counterpart heard the struggles in time
to turn and aim her pistol, but hestitated enough with caution about shooting
her teammate or hostages. She decided to take her chances, but Kitsumi zipped
towards her, zigzagging around her shots and slamming her with an elbow, making
her stumble and sweeping her legs out from under her.
"Here. Found these." Kitsumi tossed the distressed and undressed
schoolgirl an outfit she'd lifted off of one of the KO'ed hit women. It was
baggy and a bit more risque than the other girls were wearing, but better than
nothing, and she quickly slipped it on. The girls excitedly peppered her with
questions, but she waved the girls towards the woods. "Later, later,"
she urged. "Your teacher's safe. Just get back to town for now. Hmm... 26,
27..." She counted off on the last two mercs, nodding to herself.
"Excuse me a minute."
Kitsumi jumped up and did another midair split, leapfrogging the incoming
rocket. and whipping it under her. Her skirt flared up from the exhaust of the
projectile, but it flew beneath her and into the woods harmlessly enough,
peppering a few of the closer schoolgirls with rubble. "Town,
remember?" she reminded the girls, who listened and scrambled for the
woods.
Allison drew her full auto machine gun, knowing enough on the girl's speed
to not bother aiming too precisely and opting to spray and pray. It worked
admirably, but Kitsumi kept ahead of her hail of bullets, watching where the
barrel went just beforehand. She charged as she dodged and flipped around the
shots, Allison throwing the weapon away quickly when it clicked empty and
Kitsumi drew close. Allison drew one of her knives, slashing it once the
Japanese girl was in range. Kitsumi bobbed her headback, the blade sharp and
fast enough to slice some of the hair from her bangs.
She used the dodging position to lash her hand out, grabbing Al's wrist to
stop the knife hand and using it to pull herself upward for a headbutt. What
the Jap wasn't counting on was the significant height difference between a tall
American mercenary and a young, spunky Japanese schoolgirl. Her head clashed
successfully into Allison, but bouncing right into her hefty cleavage.
Al’s tits bounced wildly as she backed up holding her chest. “Watch it,
bimbo,” she snapped at her, rubbing her chest. Kitsumi shook out her head,
splashing some sweat away gathered between Al’s tits and her own exertion.
“It’s not my fault they’re so big I can’t miss em!”
“Compliments won’t get you out of your punishment, cunt,” Al snarled,
raising her fists eagerly. “You’re gonna pay for all you did to my girls.”
“Okay, one,” Kitsumi frowned. “They’re all alive. Just naked and scared, or
unconscious somewhere. Two, it wasn’t flattery. I don’t see how you can stand dragging
around those big fat udders. Seriously, do they just drag in the dirt when you
don’t have a bra on?
Allison, as mentioned, prided herself on her figure and making sure
everyone saw how magnificent it was. This comment did not go well at all, the blond
charging in a fury at her, fists drawn back. Kitsumi bobbed aside from the
blow, going for a counter strike but Allison’s attacks relentless, keeping her
dodging too much to mount much for an actual attack. She danced between a
flurry of blows before lunging herself forward, grabbing both of Allison’s arms
in her tight grip. Allison’s muscles quivered, but falling short of escaping
her tight grasp. She tried moving her legs for a low kick, but Kitsumi wove her
legs within hers and shoved her body forward, her breasts bumping into
Allison’s just below her own, so that the underboob of Allison’s rested on top
of her cleavage line, the heat from both of their chests mingling together.
“Ugh! Get your dirty little mosquito bites off my actual tits!” Al grunted,
trying to twist free from the ninja’s complex stalemate.
“You’re just jealous,” Kitsumi huffed in the tight trapping hold.
“Jealous!? They’re tiny! I’ve got a dozen girls on this team with tits that
could SWALLOW yours.”
“Yea, but they’re all so fatty and saggy. They don’t have perkiness, like
mine.” Kitsumi made her point by
bouncing onto her tip toes for a moment, boobs bouncing almost obediently
upward with her and plopping on top of Allison’s. She growled lowly at this
mild offense, glaring into the Asian’s smiling eyes.
“You think your tits are so hot? Prove it!” Al gave a smaller shrug of her
shoulders, bobbing her bigger breasts free and mashing right into Kitsumi’s.
Their folds and ripples overwhelmed hers, as if indeed threatening to devour
hers like a monsoon.
“Bring it,” Kitsumi huffed back, meeting her gaze fearlessly. One merc
left, and she’d be dispatched in a titfight. The girls grunted and struggled,
squirming close together as their tits grappled and battered eachother. Allison
had a clear advantage early on, her tits not only bigger and heavier, but her
height a major advantage. She had to lean down slightly to hit Kitsumi’s tits,
while for every counter attack she made, Kitsumi had to lean or hop upward,
exerting more energy.
Allison had a maniacal grin on her face before long, seeing Kitsumi
breathing heavier and putting more grunts of effort into her tit thrusts.
“Getttin’ tired there, ninja slut? Those tits keep bouncing, but can you?!” She
reached up and grabbed her shoulder strap to her top, removing it to bare her
huge boobs to her weakening foe, then grabbed the cleavage of Kitsumi’s and
forced her to bare them herself, going flesh to flesh with the little assassin.
But that was, in fact, her advantage. Kitsumi’s boobs bounced off of hers,
giving her recoil to ride off of, but also to absorb huge amounts of the
impacts she took. The scrape of her nipples and titflesh pressed in her bouncy
little boobies, just to spring back into place when they left. Al was soon
sweating herself, while Kitsumi kept her pace.
“No fucking way,” Allison panicked in her mind at seeing this revealed to
her. Both of their tits were covered in sweat, bruises, and abrasions, and
Allison was failing to take this in stride as well as Kitsumi was.
“Way. Now get out of my village!” The little Asian leapt upward, slamming
her tits in a full-body uppercut to Allison’s rack. The smack echoed across the
valley, and smashed her tits up into her own face, toppling Allison over to the
ground, stunned and her tits feeling flattened between the surprisingly hard
Asian tits and her own face and jaw. The pain and shame was so overwhelming
that she broke into tears, holding her throbbing tits in stunned misery.
Kitsumi rubbed at her chest a bit tenderly, turning away and checking to
the small bruises and scratches developing on them. Allison was on the ground,
rolling miserably in tears as she cradled her beaten breasts. Also, furious.
She charged at Kitsumi while she was turned, not satisfied with humiliating the
ninjette, but wanting her dead now. She grabbed Kitsumi’s short sword from her
belt, pulling it back to skewer the girl on her own weapon (mainly since
Kitsumi had rendered all of her own useless).
Kitsumi spun as her weapon was drawn, whirling to dodge the stab from
Allison as she flipped over, landing on her hands and swinging her heel upward
to smash into Allison’s cunt. She went wide-eyed, mouth wide open as Kitsumi
flipped back up, swiping it right out of Allison’s hands. “Thanks. I was about
to get that…” Allison was stunned at the sudden turn, and a few keen swipes of
her blade left Allison utterly nude before her. She gaped and turned to flee,
Kitsumi grinning and giving her a slap on the ass with the flat of her katana.
“Go on! Scram!” she barked at her, making the blond just run faster with tears
of shame in her eyes and a sizable bruise on her tits and groin.
It was about the time she reached the path that the rest of the mercenaries
were fleeing, gathering up their unconscious or weakened girls enough to flee
the mountain trail. Of course, that didn’t go so well, given one last detail.
The wall of schoolgirls and a single angry teacher was on the only safe path
down, and they were not looking pleased with the groggy, beaten up mercs,
wincing at an unavoidable punishment ahead of them…
Valkeria stepped out of her limozine, lowering her shades to scout the town
at the mountain’s base. She stood out insanely in the simple village, wearing a
suit expensive enough to buy out the entire town and still show off some
cleavage, high heels that she walked on comfortably enough even in the
mountains, meticulously treated blond hair, and makeup to keep up the image of
her perfection. Her husband was an international spy, so let him by the subtle
one. She wanted to be seen and to be the most gorgeous thing in anything’s eye.
“Keep the car going,” she said briskly to her driver. “This shouldn’t be
long.” She went up the mountainside, where the last signal from the girls’
equipment was traced. If they were going to be a waste of her money, she might
as well see what had done them in, eliminate them out of principal, and then
see if any last minute evidence could be found on the site as far as this
legendary treasure was concerned.
The campsite was fairly tidy, as if the girls had just up and disappeared.
It was not the case, of course. All the she-killers were tied up and gagged,
out cold by the treeline of their camp. Asses up, faces in the dirt, drooling
miserably. Valkeria shook her head at the pathetic sight of her hired hands. “I
am going to have to speak with your manager, ladies,” she sighed. “Not even a
sign of the…”
She peered over and spotted it. The scroll, wrapped up neatly in a thin
tube and stuffed bitterly into Allison’s ass. Vakeria grinned at this, walking
over more chipper. “Well, not a total loss then,” she grinned. “Just means I
won’t have to pay you since I’M the one who found it,” she reported to no one
in particular, plucking it out with a satisfying pop. She made sure she had her
gloves on before handling the parchment, popping it out and unrolling it.
“Look up…” she read aloud, hesitating. She reached for the revolver in her
pocket as she peered up, but Kitsumi was already on the branch above her,
dropping down and leaving Valkeria’s last sight as one of her brightly colored
panties.
Valkeria hit the ground on her back, arms tangled up by Kitsumi’s knees to
keep her from reaching her gun.
“You listen up,” Kitsumi said sternly. Valkeria glared up at her, nose and
mouth muffled in her muff but eyes clear enough to look at the schoolgirl ninja
with fury. She freed one hand enough to sock her in the ribs, making her wince
but Kitsumi staying strong and on top.
“You’re going to leave my village alone.” Valkeria’s other hand clawed at
her thighs, leaving rough red scratches over them.
“And if I ever see you again, I have friends. And swords. Lots of swords.”
Another sucker punch made her wince, but she felt Valkeria’s breathing
getting much heavier, suffocating quickly in her feminine musk and the dab of
chloroform she’d applied between her thighs.
“And they’re not so kind as me. I’m just having fun with you all cuz I was
bored. But now we know how you work, and you’ll never get your ugly American
claws on the treasure of our people.”
Valkeria’s eyes started to roll a bit as her sunglasses fell away, Kitsumi
seeing her job was almost done. She rose up enough for Valkeria to let out some
rasping breaths, legs and side stinging from the American’s counter attacks but
she was all but out now. Kitsumi knelt down by her head, Valkeria fearing a
finshing blow but Kitsumi lifted her up onto her knee, belly resting on the
joint. Kitsumi made some quick rips to tear the clothes off the boss bitch,
leaving her in just her underwear before she started to spank her. Valkeria
wasted her last conscious breaths screaming, losing count quickly and well
before Kitsumi was done. She had, naturally, been very naughty.
“Slapping No Jutsu! The Millionth Spank!” Well that didn’t sound good.
It wasn’t. She wound up and hit her ass with such strength that she went
flying, a good hundred feet away and at least as high into the air, flailing,
screaming and crying before she saw a large stone coming at her. She put up her
hands, but landed neatly in between the stones of a shrine gate, landing on her
belly so that she blacked out, only to hang there for hours for people to see
and mock her, shivering in her position long after she came to and was found
begging for help getting down with no evidence of how she had gotten up there.
After all, Kitsumi was really just a legend, something made up by local pervs
to scare off all those crooks who thought there was actual treasure in these
mountains.
