Meat Ninja: Nana

E04: He Doesn't Even Know Her Name?

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 sea was an iron-gray bruise beneath the sky, and rain spat sideways in the wind. The fierce droplets needled the deck of the Muff while it creaked under the weight of its grim new cargo. Shackled prisoners lined the railings like forgotten statues, with hoods drawn tight, and bodies slick with salt and fear. Ropes groaned from the rigging above. Some dragged battered sails, others--horrifyingly--bearing human weight.

Nana did not look away, because it takes a long time to silence so many witnesses, and she needed a constant reminder as to her own fate if she failed.

Two pirates--one elderly, the other too young to be holding a sword--stood on either side of her. Their bodies swayed as the smell of rot and seaweed wrapped around the ship like a shroud. Their footsteps clacked noisily over the boards as the wardens escorted Nana to her own unavoidable destiny. They made their way over the ship, which, these days, seemed more like a floating gallows than any proper seafaring vessel. For her part, Nana was content to go. If she stayed among the fodder, she would soon become fodder.

And Nana couldn't have that.

Her mission was still at stake.

The Missive--even if it never reached its intended destination (and what destination was that again?) must still be kept out of the hands of these ruffians.

For kunoichi, duty was everything.

Above the self, above the flesh, above the life that only remained useful if her assignment could still be carried out.

So, Nana adapted.

Listened.

Observed.

When the time was right, she used the only weapons she still could.

Her heart shaped face.

Her deep blue hair--so deep that they appeared to be black, like dark blueberries under moonlight.

Her shapely legs. Her soft thighs and slim waist.

Her considerable bosom, with perky tits that bounced obviously inside her smock with every step.

And her ass.

Pushing outwards against the fabric, swaying back and forth with each swing of her hips.

Nestled between the round buttocks was the pussy that, even now, dripped moist with anticipation and fresh use. Nana didn't get out of the pirates' hands that easily--and there was no such thing as a free lunch in real life. She had allowed at least one more tryst with a greedy crewman before she was going to meet the captain. He had come inside her, and it was all part of the plan.

"Stupid whore!"

That was the pirate's opinion of her now. He shared it readily with his comrades-in-arms. Honestly, Nana wouldn't have it any other way. The pirates were beginning to talk as if she wasn't there. Men with a penchant for grog and pillaging weren't exactly known for their discretion, but so long as they were content to label her as what they thought she was, the kunoichi survived for another day.

"She's got a tongue on her," someone mentioned in passing.

Chortled laughter from her left: "Not for talking though. Did you--?"

A nod: "Yeah. She was good at it. Quiet all the time. I like quiet. Quiet's safe. Don't bite."

"As if she dares."

"Swallows too."

"As if she dares not."

More laughter.

"Bet cap'n will like her. And mebbe when he's done, he'll give her back to us."

Not likely, Nana thought. Hopefully, by then, she'll have gotten what she wanted and be long gone from here.

Not yet, though.

First things first.

Captain.

At first, Nana had thought the pirates rudderless--vicious scavengers simply out for a quick round of plundering. Yet, there was an order to this chaos; and a name to go with it.

A ridiculous, infamous name.

Captain Brandy Blacktooth.

Pirate. Smuggler. Torturer. But also, not as big a threat as Nana had initially imagined. Because Brandy Blacktooth was only one of many captains who sailed under the all-encompassing Jolly Roger of the infamous Hangman's Armada, and so long as his boss wasn't here...

Nana suppressed a smile. Even as a little girl, she had heard of the exploits of the Hangman's Armada back in her village. There, ninja elders regaled wide-eyed orphans with stories of marauders at sea--and the absolute monarch of the waves for the last fifty years who ruled them all.

Hangman Jackanape--Jacky Monkey to his friends. The Pirate King had an open bounty (back then) that was so absurd it had become a joke across the civilized world. Tall tales abounded of him once stealing an entire fortress by disguising himself as a fortune teller; while others claimed he carved smiles into the faces of the powerful rivals he had killed, before hollowing out their skulls to use as candled lanterns.

A madman, supposedly. But also retired (supposedly).

Surrendered (also supposedly) before the law caught up with him, and now--supposedly (still)--exiled to the furthest reaches of the oceans under a gentleman's agreement to live and be left alone forever.

His disciples still ran amok over the world's waters, but never in such numbers to pose any real threat to the world order. They were a tolerated nuisance, pods of scavenger fish who, every now and then, only came close enough to the shipping lanes to take a bite and then flee. Their existence necessitated Marines to keep order, and mercenaries to be hired on for protection of cargo and people. Good for business, in other words, and what's good for business was never truly bad for anybody involved.

Also, tools, (as Nana had recently discovered). Useful instruments of higher powers, for which she was now being delivered to their leader like a wrapped offering.

The chamber was both familiar and alien.

It had once been the Muff captain's quarters, but really, it had also served frequently as Lord Shin-bonbon's private offices while they were aboard. The captain didn't know why the diplomat was here, but he had been one of the few who understood he had a secret guest under his roof. Nana remembered him as a good man--itself defying commonly held expectations, given his occupation as a slaver--and kind and just and beloved by his crew. A mouthful of grog swallowed, and he would happily regale any within earshot his disdain of the nobles who ruled the world.

The Daimyos.

The Khans.

Kings.

Shahs.

One of his frequent targets was a President who always won his 'elections' and another was simply anyone who was wealthier--and therefore, in the eyes of society--better than he. His opinions earned him no small amount of goodwill from his crew--who often professed they were willing to sail and die for him at a moment's notice.

Well, Nana thought, now, they were all dead!

And she was sad to see them go.

She panned her gaze over the office. Saw the desk where she had served Lord Shin-bonbon tea before kneeling to suck him off while he drank it. There was a bed in the back where he had made frequent use of her privates. The man--the arrogant dandy--had insisted they play their parts to perfection, and her superiors at the Guild, which handled all assignments for every ninja Clan and village in the world, had decreed to her the same.

Now, the mats were gone, and the wall scrolls had all been torn down. In their place had gone up maps inked with blood, where stolen jewels were used for pins, and charts and playing cards scattered all over the captain's table.

That was where Nana found him. The man--the pirate chieftain--who wore a blood red coat trimmed with wolf fur. It was hardly big enough to cover his belly, for he looked, for all intents and purposes, like a mountain which learned to walk. Briefly Nana wondered if he might be related to the interrogator who had stuck his finger into her ass before, for they looked very much alike. She thought this, even as she eyed a saber taller than she was resting in one corner of the room. A formidable weapon, and one which Nana hoped he would have no reason to take up against her while she was here.

Nana looked up into a face shaped like a cracked theater mask. Blacktooth's beard was braided into three coils like nooses, and his right eye gleamed with a gold-rimmed monocle carved from obsidian. Chieftain and 'captain' under the Hangman's Armada--and seemingly very proud of himself for this achievement.

He bellowed at her promptly: "Well?"

Blacktooth's voice boomed over her, and the huge man put his hands on his wide hips while looking Nana up and down. The kunoichi lowered her eyes, murmuring a demure greeting suited to the character she was playing.

He got directly to the point: "My men say you're worth it. Give me one reason I shouldn't string you up like all the rest."

The pirate chieftain probably thought he was being subtle. Nana, for her part, had to resist rolling her eyes before playing along. She let go of the strap she was holding, and with a shrug the wench's smock came undone around her. What was revealed beneath was all the weapons we've spoken of before.

Her face.

Her hair.

Her legs with fleshy, white thighs pressed tightly together.

Her alluring hips and impossibly slim waist. Her ample, bouncing breasts that she tried to cover ineffectively with one small hand. A brown areola peeked out from under her fingers, and she hugged herself tightly until the soft, round orbs pressed together, forming that familiar, alluring canyon in between.

Nana swayed a little on her feet. Her fleshy ass cheeks jiggled enticingly as she held a hand over her crotch--covering nothing.

Captain Blacktooth was already entranced. He couldn't take his eyes off her! Nana tried again to hide her shame, and only succeeded in drawing attention to the tangle of dark, gleaming pubic hair between her legs. Out of nervousness, she closed her fist over the mound, tugging on her own pubes. The sensation of made her take in a sharp breath, and she (accidentally?) extended a middle finger, pulling up on her pussy mound until her clit was fully exposed.

He didn't miss that either.

"Take away your hands!" he shouted. The fat pirate was practically salivating as he swung around the desk towards her. "Lemme see them goods!"

Nana's hands fell away, and Blacktooth got a good, uninterrupted look at her perky tits and exposed snatch. "Get over here!" the pirate chieftain commanded, and Nana obeyed. As she walked, her thighs parted to reveal the dark lips of her cunt, already folding backwards to show off the wet, pink treasure within.

Blacktooth couldn't take it anymore. He jumped off his desk, and pulled her close in one huge sweep. He lifted her easily over his head, and his baggy pantaloons were already falling around his thin ankles. Nana saw his erect penis swinging back and forth below her. She sniffed a little, unimpressed, but Blacktooth didn't notice.

He pushed her down hard and her legs spread willingly. His dick entered her with a wet pop, and he began bouncing her up and down on his lap. Each bounce was accompanied by a squish, and Nana's helpless cries in his ears.

The very measure of subtlety, this one. A mountain of a man practically enveloped the petite woman in his arms, while throwing her repeatedly down onto his penis. The thin, pink shaft was enveloped by her dark pussy lips, pushing in and out in time with Nana's filthy moans. She yelped and begged and screamed, and the pirate chieftain kept going. The woman wriggling against him, the fleshy cheeks of her ass making obscene slapping noises every time he slammed her down onto his hips. He kept fucking her and fucking her hard, and it was all Nana could do in between screams to inflame his desires further.

"Oh! Yes. Yes, my lord!" she cried, squeezing down on him with her pussy. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard. Use me however you want!"

"It's captain, you stupid wench! Call me captain!"

Blacktooth inserted a finger into her ass, and that elicited a high-pitched yelp from Nana. She reached down with her hands, but he slapped them away before taking firm hold of her wrists. Now, Nana could only take it up both holes, all the while being conscious of the burning shaft buried in her cunt. Her climax was controlled, and his less so as she felt his sperm splashing into her womb. Even after the last spurt subsided, he continued thrusting until Nana begged off.

"Please-- Please, my captain! Have mercy."

It was an act, but only mostly. Their bodily fluids mixed together, wetting both their laps. The puddling concoction told a different story as his penis went soft inside her, but Blacktooth kept pumping. One more fuck, and it slid out wetly as Nana looked down at her crotch. She saw thin white strands coating her public hair and strangely, felt a deep sensation of sorrow just then.

How many times? Nana thought. How many fucks since she took on this assignment? How many times has she sucked off an unfamiliar dick, or allowed herself to be used in all her holes by a man she had just met.

What would Mackay think, she wondered?

More sperm pushed out of her pulsing vagina, dribbling wetly down her leg. Nana was breathing heavily and so was Blacktooth when she looked up past his bristling beard, into his beady eyes.

"So," he huffed breathlessly from behind his monocle. The gaze behind it was lusty, but also greedy and content in equal measures. "What was your name again?"

That was when Nana knew she had won.

NEXT TIME on MEAT NINJA: Nana gets what she came for... but you should never do more than you're asked... or should you?

Stay tuned for Chapter 5.

(author's corner below - read if you want some clarity to the madness behind my thinking; otherwise ignore)

What the Fuckwit? #4

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

The idea is simple.

Anime seasons.

26 'episodes' with a mid-season break roughly around episode 13 (because I AM OCD personified); some fun fillers because I also love writing just that one random chapter where there's a horny squid that doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things but might just become a fan favorite that gets repeated cameos as the story presses on.

Also, gives me a chance to experiment with tone and pacing, while catering to whatever degenerate fetish might be popular at the moment but which probably can't be fitted into the plot when the story gets all serious and shit in 2 chapters.

Then, 26 'episodes' make a book.

One full length novel for perverts who can't get off without a story to go with the fap and that one gets collected in whatever the written literary equivalent of a 'tankobon' is to sit on your digital self while you pretend not to know where the fuck it came from or what it's about.

Then, break.

Because it's important that you miss me before the next 'season' starts and gives you time to digest whatever insane cliffhanger orgy I left you at. Don't worry, I'm still gonna be here. Writing. Thinking. Not wearing pants. Answering questions and giving you plenty of joke/spin-off/alternate outcome of the story so that the break, when it happens, feels like an event itself.

But that's the future.

This is the prequel.

And I just want to say Nana isn't getting the fuck off this ship in one day because we're all about gritty realism here and I read in any hostage situation attempted escape isn't even the best course of action and really, you should concentrate on making the abductor like you enough to let down his guard--and then stab him with his own spoon if you're a kunoichi or maybe just wait until you get rescued if you're not.

No, I haven't ever abducted anyone that's why I'm not any good at it officer