Meat Ninja: Nana

E03: Dildo Diplomacy?

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.

The hold stank of fear, which settled in the corners like mold. Thick and moist, it was layered with sweat and old tears. Lanterns swayed on iron hooks, casting an amber, greasy light over the bodies packed into the cramped room. There were nearly fifty captives--ship's hands, crewmen, regular 'passengers' and what few guards who survived the attack before. Nana sat cross-legged among them, mixed in with the servants clutching torn silks and fraying hopes. Her eyes were lowered, and her every breath was measured. The torn bodice did little to hide her figure, rounded both at the top and bottom. These were her only weapons now--alongside her silence and the mind of a blade not yet drawn.

She watched.

For hours.

Pirates came and went, pacing through the heavy oaken door at the top of the steps. Sometimes there were two, and sometimes more. Armed men barked insults while others openly leered, fingers lingering on waists or hair too long. They wore chaos on their skin--scarred brows, missing teeth. Crude tattoos of mermaids, skulls, and krakens in mid-devour. They laughed too hard, drank too much, parading about with the unpredictable swagger of men beholden to no laws.

And yet...

Not all.

It had taken her a long time to notice--because that was the whole point--but one moved differently.

Quieter. With a straighter back. His boots were polished and not rotting or water-warped like the others. His voice was soft and measured, lacking the slurring bravado of his peers. His face was void of excessive piercings or flamboyance; and though he dressed himself in worn leather jerkins and tattered coats, he wore those garments like what they were--a costume. His appearance was that of an outlaw, but his posture--what Nana had really noticed about him--betrayed discipline.

Could it be?

Could he be--

Fortunately, Nana would not have long to find out.

A voice rang down the steps.

"All of you, up. On your knees, then against the walls. Now!"

Confusion rippled through the captives, and somewhere in the back of the crowd, Nana rolled her eyes. How dumb were these people? A slave ship, and the slaves being shipped to foreign shores somehow coming to the conclusion that this was worse? These people were chattel and Lord Shin-bonbon had been using them as cover. Nobody would have thought a diplomat of his standing would be traveling aboard a vessel crammed with human livestock. All these 'passengers' were already lost causes, and somehow Nana had wound up in their midst, listening to their ceaseless prattling as they tried to figure out what was going on.

An older woman whispered, "What are they doing?"

"No idea," someone replied. "They already took everything."

"They're searching for something--"

Nana resisted a sigh. She was not exactly patient, and rarely suffered fools. The young woman was almost relieved when guards stormed down, yanking people up by the hair, the arm, and the collar. Anyone who resisted got a boot to the ribs.

When the hands reached for her, she rose slowly, letting herself be pushed and guided like the others. She joined the line against the starboard wall, with knees pressed to the rough planks, and arms on her thighs. Nana watched. The pirates were busy with their work, but even then, she could not escape a few groping hands and lecherous stares. Her tits were fondled over her blouse, and her skirt was lifted on more than one occasion. No one had time to do anything more, however, for one by one, captives were dragged into a small cabin at the back of the ship. There, Nana heard the tearing of clothes, laughter and screaming followed by wailing sobs. Then, without exception, silence, because nobody ever came back out again.

Nana blinked. Her mind worked a mile a minute. Strange, for you'd think even if the slaves had nothing the pirates wanted, they'd at least be worth keeping to sell. Instead, human currency was evidently expendable, which could only mean one thing.

No survivors.

No witnesses.

The kunoichi looked around. The others were docile, meek. Their will to fight was long gone, and she could not count on anyone for help. The pirates were still looking--for what, she already knew. That knowledge could just as easily save her as it could doom her, and Nana dared not put it to the test.

Instead, she had other weapons to rely upon. Flesh could be as deadly as any blade, and when coupled with a mind as sharp as hers could rapidly turn the tide. Nana was not ashamed of her body. Her body was meat, and a weapon that she was trained to use; a weapon she was practically built to possess.

She made up her mind.

Then, it was her turn.

Nana was grabbed by the upper arm and yanked toward the door. It snapped shut readily behind her.

Inside, she saw a table of confiscated belongings. Behind it stood three men. One counted pennies, while the others stood off to one side with their arms crossed. They watched, silent; and one of them happened to the 'pirate' she had noticed. The 'pirate' she was hoping to see.

The others--

The accountant wore a permanent scowl, and Nana did not return the leering glances he was sending her way. She kept her face hidden behind a curtain of tangled hair. A deep, deep shade of cobalt that was practically black, like blueberries at midnight. They were arguably her best and most distinguishing feature.

Then came a new order.

"Strip!"

She figured as much.

They didn't even wait for her to get started. The accountant, who had been sitting on a crate, immediately jumped up. A large, dirty man with a barrel shaped belly, he towered over his peers even while seated. Now, on his feet, Nana saw his hairless scalp brush the low ceiling as he came around the desk. He smacked his lips audibly.

"Well, lemme see them goods, eh?"

A big hand palmed one of her tits through her bodice, and squeezed until Nana cried out. The kunoichi felt his other arm wrap around the small of her back, pulling her in close before penetrating her mouth in a forced kiss. Nana barely had time to react as his huge tongue tangled with hers, saliva mixing together while the young woman struggled to breathe.

"Mmf! Mmf!"

The man practically choked her with his tongue, and didn't stop there. The muscular arm reached down, hiking up her skirt. Nana felt the fabric sliding over her smooth buttocks, as she wriggled helplessly before he finally spat out her tongue.

Nana coughed.

She turned away with a long strand of spit connecting her lips to his; and he laughed, and then she felt his hand move. One huge finger pushed into her ass crack, and suddenly penetrated her puckered anus.

"Ah--!"

Nana's surprised yelp was abruptly cut off as the huge pirate kissed her once more. She could see his gold hoop earrings dangling before her eyes, and the corners of his mouth twisting upwards into a greedy, wolfish grin. He turned the finger in her ass and she screamed.

"Agh!"

No illusions here. It was far too dangerous, the enemies far too focused on her and alert for her to attempt her tricks.

Also--

The man against the wall. With his arms folded and his eyes glittering like stars beneath his dirty bandana.

Nana kept a wary eye on him, because she had a feeling. In the meantime, the young woman could only accept what was happening, feeling the pirate's finger push in deeper while wriggling her buttocks helplessly in his grasp.

"Pretty one, aren't you?" he chortled when their mouths separated again. He gripped Nana's face with his free hand, and squeezed her cheeks painfully before spitting directly into her open mouth. "I hope you've got something hidden back there. Save me the work."

Nana struggled to speak. The finger turned in her asshole, and a trickle of his drool ran down the corner of her lips. He pumped his fat digit--which might have been his thumb, for all she knew--into and out of her ass. The young woman whimpered. She wriggled her behind. Nana was not quite thrusting back onto the moving digit, but there was no denying the effect the invading fingering was having upon her.

The kunoichi kept her head down. A fire was burning inside her groin, and she trembled just enough to sell the part. She also didn't resist as he turned her around, bending her over and lifting her skirt to fully reveal her pussy for all to see.

A gulp.

From one of the other two men; and Nana caught a look at him from between her legs as the pirate pushed her down.

She fell forwards with a yelp, her arms extending and her hands flattening over the floor to break her fall. Now, Nana was on all fours, with her bare, round ass raised high into the air. The fingering continued, and Nana's whole body shivered as she uttered a lusty moan.

"Well?"

This, from the wall.

The man Nana had been watching remained calm throughout. He alone kept his composure, even before such a glorious sight. The test from the kunoichi was intentional, and her arousal an act. She wanted to see how each of them would react, and the fondling, eager pirate had not exceeded her expectations. The third man, trying for discipline like his peer, also failed her test when he moved away from the wall with one hand stuffed down his pants.

"She's so wet!" Nana heard him breathe.

That was true. Nana's pussy quivered at the compliment, and juices, glimmering like dew, gathered over her vaginal lips. Their dark coloring standing in remarkable contrast to the white of her glistening thighs; and without waiting to be asked, Nana kept herself steady as she reached back with a hand, gripping her own butt cheek and pulling it aside to fully reveal the prominent mound within. The soft nether lips parted, and the pink inner folds became fully exposed under the lamplight. There was a small push, and a droplet of her secretions fell to the floor.

"Well?"

The display had no desired effect on the third man. In the meantime, his associate had already pulled out his dick, and was furiously rubbing himself at the sight. That he was obviously desperate to join in, and yet dared not do so spoke volumes to Nana. The pirate suddenly pulled his finger from her ass, and Nana shuddered, groaning loudly for them to hear.

"Nothing up here," he reported to the others.

The third man nodded, expressionless. "Use this," he said, and with a flick of his wrist, flung a small, black, polished rod towards the pirate. The large man caught it, chortled with anticipation as he turned around to Nana's pussy.

She cooperated. Nana lowered herself until she was on her knees, with her head supported by her hands. She never took her eyes off the instrument, even when it entered her. Nana whimpered. The head pushed past her soft pussy lips, before being embedded up to its hilt inside her cunt. They were right. She was wet. There was no resistance, only pleasure as the pirate began shoving it into and out of her. Nana opened her legs further, and her mouth dropped open as a husky moan escaped her lips. It was followed by a small, shrill yelp as he fucked her heartily with the rod.

"Ah!"

Back and forth. In and out.

"Ah! Ah. Ah! Please--!" she begged. "Slow down." The rod was sturdy and unyielding, and beneath it, Nana shrilled her pleasure to the ceiling. She moaned and bit her lips; and the sight of her ass raised high into the air, with the black rod tucked between her legs, was a sight no man should have been able to resist. She was disheveled, her hair clinging to her back with damp sweat. She breathed heavily as the rod continued pounding into and out of her wet snatch. He fucked her hard with it and Nana let him, shoving her quivering ass backwards in time with his thrusts.

Until. Finally.

Climax.

Nana screamed her pleasure, biting down on her hand in a halfhearted attempt to muffle her own cries. Her thighs squeezed together, muscles twitching uncontrollably as her toes curled. She lost support in her arms and her head fell to the floor between her legs.

Still, he did not let up. He kept fucking her with the rod until she begged once more for mercy.

"Please..." It was barely a whisper. "Please let me rest."

He stopped.

The pirate only obeyed because the third man, who remained immobile up against the wall, nodded at him to do so. With her head between her legs, Nana turned slightly to look at all of them through glazed eyes. She panted heavily, her tongue running slowly over her lips. She saw the big pirate drawing back, holding up the rod with its shaft glistening with her secretions. She saw a small, creamy puddle on the floor next to the second man, who had apparently finished himself off in the meantime.

"Well?"

The third remained unmoved.

"She's clean," the pirate reported, grinning from ear to ear. He showed the others the wet rod.

Neither the pirate or the second man made any attempts to fuck her, and it told Nana everything she needed to know about all of them. The third man's mere presence held them back--and not out of a sense of mercy--but rather duty.

They were still looking.

Nana offered a meek moan. She was keeping up pretenses, but in truth, the climax did take something out of her. Still, she kept her eyes on the others; and when the third man reached out to take the rod, she finally saw what she was looking for.

What she had suspected all along.

Nana's eyes widened. She almost gasped aloud when the third man's sleeve shifted, and the lantern caught the back of his hand.

What she saw was unmistakable. Half faded, five stars were tattooed over his knuckles, connected by a single bold, black line. The line was straight and unyielding, as much as the rod which had been used to 'search' her a moment ago.

She knew it.

She knew it.

The mark was a Marine insignia! Which meant, obviously, Lord Shin-bonbon had been betrayed!

Nana's skin crawled. She looked over the third man (and the second) with renewed trepidation. Someone in their own government; someone who knew where they were going and why. These were not ordinary scallywags. These were soldiers playing at pirates, and Nana did not doubt the other man was also a Marine--but only a cadet (or even a common conscripted white-shirt) whose sense of duty could not overpower her charms. Here she was, with her bare ass upraised in his direction, and her shuddering crack practically waving in his face, and he hadn't even dared to cum on her back. And the pirate? It was obvious who was working for whom under these arrangements.

Nana gritted her teeth, for it suddenly became even more important that she find Lord Shin-bonbon. Also, and somehow make sure what they were carrying didn't fall into the wrong hands.

She heard a brief argument as the pirate bickered with his two 'superiors'. They wanted him to dispose of her like all the rest, but he argued against it strongly.

"Might make a gift to the captain," he told them. "She's a good little cocksucker from what I've heard. And me captain never turns up his nose at good tail."

A dismissive snort from the Marine, and he was waved away without ceremony. The undercover agent obviously didn't care where Nana ended up, whereas his junior looked somewhat crestfallen at being left out of the arrangements. The cadet stuffed his member back into his pants; and, meanwhile, the pirate turned back to Nana wagging a playful thumb. Nana moaned like a slut when he stabbed the digit back into her ass. She begged him again, but this time to continue.

Out of all the slaves aboard the Muff, there would only be one survivor; and that one being the only slave who, as it turns out, was no slave at all.

One more step on salvaging what remained of her mission, and speaking for herself, Nana was very eager to meet the pirate captain!

(author's notes below - read if you want a window into my thoughts)

What the Fuckwit? #3

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

So, let's talk length--and yes this is a double entendre and yes it totally makes sense because 'length' isn't actually everything and studies show both men and women prefer the 'length' that fits rather than the 'length' that looks impressive because if you're the giver, you'll swiftly learn size is meaningless when you end up only being able to soak half of what you got and if you're the getter you'd probably not rather be physically impaled just like a vampire--hey when is this upload going up because I'm still holding out hope Bloodlines 2 will be good!

Anyway, that's why every chapter is just as long as it needs to be and no more than that. If I feel a 1k word naked fight scene written at breakneck pace is what the story merits, that's what you get and if I feel this orgy absolutely NEEDS 5k words describing bodily fluids because I'm hosting the local gathering of celibate monks again and was therefore prevented from fapping for all of last week then you'll get not a word less on Fri because I fucking need my release!

All to say, I actually wrote the above for no good reason because right after I did an average of all the chapters and the word count basically never fluctuated from 3-5k anyways so you're always getting your metaphorical money's worth--every week, month or year it takes me to tell this story.

And it is a story.

The kind that actually goes somewhere.

Arcs.

Character development.

Plot.

Twists you haven't even READ yet but I already know is coming because I fucking wrote it tee-hee I'm such a tease!

Because I'm pretty sure there are no hornier folk than literary nerds since theirs are the only minds who cannot find satisfaction in sex loops without purpose--and I'm hoping I wrote that one story you never thought someone would be stupid-crazy enough to put this much fucking effort into the writing, the characters, and worldbuilding that you can get off while still excited to see what comes next.

The book you never thought you needed, until you found it just now.

Let's keep going, shall we? Because chapter 4 is coming and this is only the prequel to the beginning of the grand adventure I have in mind (yes I'm gonna follow through because horny and also because, well, crippling OCD...)

Boobies.