Meat Ninja: Nana

E02: She Came to Her Senses

'This work was created by a single author with no particular cultural or religious affiliation and contains depictions of a broad range of sexual fetishes, all used in service of character development and narrative progression. If you find yourself offended, please note that the relevant keywords were provided upfront. Rated D for Degeneracy and absolutely not for anyone under the age of 18, enforced strictly by the--Honors System.'

Nana could taste the sea salt in the boards.

She crouched in an alcove carved between two bulkheads, deep inside in the lower hold of the Muff. The air was rank with pitch and the smell of ocean wind, and the cramped crawlspace--little more than a hollow through the walls--took her behind a rack of old barrels and mold-riddled ropes. Nana's back was pressed against a beam, the wood slick with condensation as her nipples brushed the layered boards. When she moved, they sent shivers up her spine. She looked down, the kunoichi's gaze sweeping over her own ample cleavage. A hand went up, and Nana stopped suddenly in her tracks.

She reached for her breast shakily, her finger pinching a prominent nipple through the bright orange fabric. A sharp intake of breath, and the young woman's face flushed red.

Nana tightened her fingers, twisting not-so-gently.

Her soft lips parted, and a small moan escaped. Nana couldn't help herself. Her other hand pushed away from the beam, snaking its way down beneath her skirt. A small fumble, and she tucked it between her thighs.

Shoved upwards without a second thought!

"Ughhhhhhh!"

The moan was slightly louder this time, but still impossible to hear over the lapping waves outside. Nana breathed heavily, remembering what she had seen before.

The young kunoichi had been coming through the hidden compartment, following Lord Shin-bonbon's trail. Along the way, she had passed a secret viewing compartment that was a carefully disguised knothole in the hull. A piece of glass was tucked inside, magnifying the view of the waves and the distant horizon. There, one got a clear look at the waters immediately around the ship.

When Nana pressed her eye up to it--

--she had seen everything!

The pirate galleon was not alone.

It had emerged from the mist like a leviathan, setting upon them unexpectedly. Yet, there, in open waters and keeping a respectable distance from the Muff, was another ship.

And another.

And another.

Three at least, with maybe more that Nana couldn't see. An entire pirate fleet--with her caught right in the middle!

The young woman's fingers worked furiously, and she squeezed her own areola with strength that bordered on sadistic. Nana's cheeks turned hot, and her butt pressed up against the wood as she wriggled it shamelessly, grinding her ass over the boards with clear arousal. Nana twisted her nipple even harder, pulling aside her collar, sliding her hand inside until she was gripping one tit roughly through the mesh.

She rolled the soft flesh between her long fingers, feeling the tingle it brought to her loins. Nana groped herself until she couldn't take it anymore, and swiftly pushed aside her fundoshi--loincloth that rode up into her ass like a thong--before going straight for the dripping center between her thighs. She did not waste time. Her pussy was already soaked. Two fingers entered easily, and she swiftly pressed a thumb over her clit.

"Oh--! Oooohhh!"

Nana pumped quickly.

In and out.

Her fingers were well lubricated by the third thrust, and she was fucking herself heartily by the tenth. Her thumb moved in time, flicking the small bean that became engorged under her touch. Even inside the confines of the small space, the kunoichi did her best to shove her ass towards her penetrating hand. She stood biting her lower lip and whimpering. Meanwhile, she also tugged at her swollen nipple, pulling it roughly upwards through the black mesh of her armor. Her other hand covered her crotch, and Nana's curled fingers repeatedly penetrated her cunt under her skirt.

The heat built in her groin until the kunoichi could barely keep herself from crying out. Nana knew herself better than anyone, and the sloshing intensified between her thighs as she fucked herself silly. Soon, her climax came, washing over her in waves.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Nana shuddered all over, drooling a little into her own exposed cleavage. Her eyes were glassy but the fingers in her pussy did not stop. The sound of heavy breathing echoed throughout the crawlspace as her long, agile digits squished, her thighs shuddering in time with their ceaseless upwards thrusts. Her butt was pressed up against the wooden planks, and her soft cheeks flattened against the uneven grooves. Nana opened her legs as best she could, exposing her cunt with two fingers like a presenting animal in heat. She would have begged for a cock--or anything vaguely phallic shaped just then--to shove inside, but for now, a third finger would do.

Until it wouldn't.

And she hurriedly added a fourth.

Then--

Finished.

Nana slumped against the wood, raising her hand and holding it up to her face. She looked up through foggy eyes at her own wet fingers, still panting heavily. Then, almost subconsciously, she tilted her chin upwards and flicked out a tongue. Nana licked her own fingers, tasting her own sweet juices.

Sighed.

Yes, it was absurd.

No, it was not abnormal.

Danger all around, and Nana was stuck in the crawlspace, furiously masturbating. Female ninjas studied all manner of carnal knowledge, and the young kunoichi had been taught long ago that self-pleasure, especially in times of great peril, was a great stress reliever. It calmed the nerves, cleared the head; and, provided you got off fast enough, it was also the quickest way to put yourself at ease in a difficult situation. That way, you can better prepare for what's coming ahead.

Footsteps pounded above, and voices echoed through the planks.

"She ain't a real concubine!"

"Check the quarter deck again!"

"She's got blades! And if she's got blades, she's not here to (just) give blowjobs and take it up the ass!"

They were looking for her, and Nana closed her eyes, slowing her breathing down to a crawl. Her heart pounded inside her heaving chest. Her kunoichi armor--black mesh pressing into white flesh--was soaked through with sweat, and she could still feel a thin rivulet of juices running down from her pussy. The obscene wetness clung to her inner thighs, where Nana ran her hand along the boiling skin briefly before touching her clit one last time.

She shuddered all over with a lingering, final release, and a soft, lusty moan nobody heard.

From somewhere nearby, a door creaked.

Nana got moving.

She knew exactly where she was going. A slim shadow passed through the lantern light cast beneath a nearby door, and Nana soon heard muffled voices on her way to the servant's quarters.

The young woman held no illusions about her predicament. Even with her weapons, all her skills, she could not hope to fight them all. Even if she could, it would be of no help to her, for although Nana's body was a lethal weapon--in more ways than one--even a kunoichi was still ultimately just--

Meat.

Flesh, in every sense of the word.

Seductive.

Pleasurable to use, and wielded equally as a scalpel or a bludgeon.

Flesh was powerful, but can still be undone by a single ricocheting bullet--especially if Nana were not careful.

Also, she still had a mission to complete.

Nana thought about the missing diplomat. She pondered--not for the first time--just what was in the Missive that was yet to be delivered. Curiosity was one of Nana's best qualities, and yet she knew it was also a double-edged sword. After all, just looked at what had happened to the cat.

The handle rattled, and Nana opened the hidden door a crack. She slid further into the bowels of the Muff, risking a glace through the nearby opening. She saw nothing but empty beds and bundled clothes.

Perfect!

Nana slid out soundlessly, immediately going for the servants' robes. She shrugged out of her ninja frock, her tits bouncing visibly as they were freed from the mesh--along with her round, pert buttocks. The costume she wanted barely fit, but that was (kinda) the point. The dress reached to her ankles, and it was made of such clingy, rough spun material that it practically disappeared up the crack of her ass. The buttons were left undone on purpose, leaving an enticing view of jiggling white flesh all the way down to her navel.

Nana knew what she had to do. These pirates weren't just robbers, for they obviously knew what they wanted and for once it wasn't ransom or plunder. After all, there was a reason the young kunoichi had been present on the ship with Lord Shin-bonbon; and doubly so why they had taken care to disguise themselves as nothing more than a rich traveler and his obedient, sensual plaything.

Nana thought back to her slaughter of the pirates.

Scallywags--not exactly professionals known for their advanced planning and professionalism--and yet they had knew exactly where to look. She saw the way they had ignored every other apartment as they made a beeline straight for Lord Shini-bonbon's suite room. It was only the reveal that she was more than a paid-for whore which had surprised them all.

She knew what that meant.

Nana needed to disappear. Quickly.

A stairwell led down, and a trail of coarse laughter and sloshing ale guided Nana toward the brig. There, the captives were being held. The hold was dim, reeking of bilgewater and despair. Bamboo mats had been laid on the floor, but the servants sat slumped on crates or lay curled in corners like discarded puppets. Several women were already at work--serving broth, washing wounds, or pouring water from chipped clay jugs. None of them made eye contact. Their silken garments were stained, their faces hollowed.

They had lost all hope for their collective futures.

And they were the perfect cover!

Only--

Nana did not immediately slide into their midst. Instead, she dipped her head and took a ladle from a barrel. She mimicked the others, spooning broth into a chipped bowl. Meanwhile, she sized up her target.

Nana followed him quietly around a corner, and the man didn't even see her. Had she wanted to, Nana could have killed him with nothing more than the bowl in her hand. Yet, that wasn't what she wanted just now. He was more useful to her alive.

Two more steps.

Still, he remained oblivious to her presence.

He was clueless right up until--

"Ah!"

Nana tripped intentionally. She was clumsy but that clumsiness was also a performance. It ended with her practically falling into the pirate's lap; and the disheveled man turned around, immediately getting a face full of Nana's deep, glistening cleavage in her undone dress. She presented herself towards him with all the subtleties of a desperate, destitute whore.

"Oh my!" the young woman gasped. Nana fluttered her lashes, but hardly needed to have bothered. His eyes were already fixed over her heaving chest. Her round bosom pushed upwards with every breathless huff, and Nana added to the effect by bringing her hand to her heart. She settled it there, fluttering fingers dancing around beads of clear, dew-like sweat. The drops disappearing into her cleavage, in time with her heavy breathing.

The pirate's eyes practically popped out of his skull. He was young, barely a man grown at all, and he wore a loose sash with pistols tucked into it. His hands, however, were now nowhere near his weapons. He had already shoved them down her bodice with all of the eagerness of the inexperienced.

The buttons were torn away as he fondled Nana's soft breasts, and the young woman groaned weakly in reply. She stuck out her chest, trying to push him away; and the false pretense at resistance only inflamed his desires further. He got a good grip, began pulling on her nipples painfully, making Nana squeal. Then, he suddenly let go, and her tits bounced fiercely as she fell to her knees.

"You--!"

The pirate looked her over with a sneer, but that was as far as he got before her hands fumbled their way inside his pants. She pulled out his cock, already well on its way to being erect; and in a single breath, Nana took it into her mouth and began sucking.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Nana sucked wetly, slurping him with her tongue. She licked all along the shaft, her head moving forwards, then backwards. There was the smallest of gags as she took him deeper into her throat; and already she could feel his hands inside her hair, pushing her until she choked. He was not gentle and she didn't expect him to be. Soon, he was using her face like he would have her pussy, shoving her onto his penis while she enthusiastically coated him all over with saliva.

Back and forth, and Nana tried looking up. Her lips were puckered and pressed around his pink, veiny cock, and she found him staring down her torn tunic, with both hands going back to grip her breasts. He fondled the soft, fleshy mounds and squeezed.

Hard.

Nana managed a muffled squeal, and she shook her body, making her tits jump. He grunted, and she lowered her eyes and continued sucking.

A filthy adolescent pirate stood upright with his back pressed against the wooden boards, while a beautiful young woman sagged on her knees before him. Her head was pressed between his legs; the air filled with the sound of her rhythmic sucking. Wet slurps, Nana licking all along the shaft with her pink tongue. Saliva glistened from the corners of her lips, moments before the pirate, in a fit of passion, removed his cock, and whacked her across the face with it.

"Agh!"

Nana sobbed but her watery eyes were more aroused than anything. When the pirate grabbed his dick and stuck it at her, she opened her mouth willingly to let him smear drops of pre-cum over her tongue. He stuffed it roughly back into her mouth, and she briefly coughed before going back to work.

Soon they had an audience. Other pirates stopped for a look; and when they stopped, they didn't leave. There were some catcalls; some boorish whistling. Encouragements and insults were shouted towards the young pirate fucking his prisoner's face. At some point, Nana felt another cock slapping her cheek, and also more hands reaching down her top to fondle her tits. Someone pulled up her dress and big, calloused fingers squeezed her bare ass.

"Look!" she heard. "She's not wearing anything down here!"

They pulled apart the white crack to reveal the small dark circle within, and somebody ran a rough finger over her puckered asshole.

Nana cried out from around the cock still pushing wetly past her lips. She heard laughter, and then a hand loudly slapped her ass. She squealed like a stuck pig while continuing to pleasure the first man with her mouth.

Hilarity all around.

The pirate she was sucking off, unfortunately, didn't get to get off. A hand pulled roughly on her hair, and Nana's head was torn away until his cock bounced from her lips with a wet slurp. She barely had time to take a breath before she was roughly turned around again. Another dick, halfway between flaccid and erect, shoved at her. The head rubbed over her lips, leaving a salty trail. Nana swiftly obliged him. She opened wide, taking him deep into her throat. He was fully erect in a heartbeat.

"Mmf!"

She sucked--

Slurp, slurp, slurp!

--he pinched her face.

An older man, and obviously higher in the established pecking order of the pirates. She dutifully worked him over, her head moving back and forth like a piston. Soon, a trail of ejaculate ran down her chin, moments before he came in her mouth.

The first man had not been idle. He settled for cumming all over her face. Warm semen splashed over her nose, dribbling down her cheeks to the corners of her lips. Nana opened her mouth and extended her tongue. The last splotch went over her taste buds, and she swallowed noisily. Then, buoyed by the rancorous cheers of their fellow pirates, the two men face fucked her in turns, until she cleaned off their dicks with her mouth and tongue.

Finally, they spoke to her.

"What the hell kind of slut are you, eh?"

Nana whimpered. She looked up at her captors, and was rewarded by another slap across her face. She did not resist. Instead, she leaned over, grabbed a penis and licked it softly from base to tip.

"Whore," he sneered at her.

Nana paused what she was doing and looked up. "I want to live," she offered by ways of explanation.

Once again, laughter buoyed all around her.

They didn't wait. Pushed her down and had their way with her. Stuffing her in every orifice until she was begging for mercy. The pirates--drunken louts all, and already filled up on stolen liquors and homemade grog--tugged and thrusted at air, while the real Nana stood just around the corner, watching.

The young kunoichi held the sign before her exposed breasts, whispering incantations through her soft lips. Her nipples were swollen from the tweaking the young pirate had given them before, but anything beyond that was a conjured fantasy.

Illusions.

Not to be lightly used and difficult to maintain for long periods of time. Yet, nonetheless, such power was the perfect way to deal with intoxicated scabs who didn't know any better. When they were finally done with her? Done with the broken wench looking to earn her survival through the use of her privates? Nana would already be in.

Meek.

Unassuming.

Just another body in the crowd waiting upon the mercy of their captors.

All part of the plan.

Nana had come this far through fire and blood. She would not fail again.

What the Fuckwit? #2

(WTFWIT -- What the Fuck was I Thinking Author's Corner)

Yes, I'm fully committed.

1 upload a week on Fri, for as long as I need to tell this story.

Because, once again, just because you're horny doesn't mean you want to not overthink things.

Things like character, and narrative, and a valid in-world, canonical reason for spontaneous masturbation while surrounded by danger. I happen to LIKE oh-noes-step(whatever)-im-stuck-in-a-medieval-dryer scenarios as much as the next guy not wearing pants because I'm just that sophisticated but also, I'd like to know what happens to the dryer afterwards.

Did it get fixed?

Did she go back in and find a whole other world inside--one with airships and shit?

Did the step(whatever) go in after her because his repressed incestuous fascination with his own not-sibling cause him to willingly throw himself into danger in a self-destructive fit brought on by latent psychological damage?

All valid questions and so many words just to say I don't have any fan mail yet so you'll have to make do with ME instead of whatever it is YOU were going to ask me.

Also, I like illusions.

Yes, I do why do you think this thing is about ninjas, eh?

Also, I'm not GIVING away the gang-bang in the second chapter it's called marketing strategy and also, I was raised right by deeply religious parents who taught me the more you want something, the better it is when you finally get it (oops did I spoil what happens later? No, of course, I didn't--the gang-bang tag did that when I posted the chapter BUT YOU DON'T KNOW MAYBE THAT'S AN ILLUSION AS WELL MAYBE WE'RE ALL ILLUSIONS IN SOME BUTTERFLY'S DREAMS AND WHEN IT WAKES UP OUR WORLD VANISHES).

Also, I'm wondering if I might be on to something with post-nut clarity for emergency situations to get your head in the game because I'm pretty sure that's a real-life super spy/military special force trick they're just too embarrassed to tell you about.

How many times do you think Nana should have finished before getting on with her mission?

Lemme know so we can compare notes because I wrote down 9 but after I finished writing the first orgasm, I had to go to sleep because I was too tired.