Meat Ninja: Nana

E05: Scrolls and Holes

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 Muff drifted like a ghost through a windless sea, its hull lashed by chains to the great pirate ship ahead. The (secret) diplomat's frigate trailed behind like a corpse being dragged to burial, its scorched sails fluttered in the salt-heavy breeze. Its masts were stripped of banners and decorations, and its deck was now empty save for a single sentry seated in the crow's nest. The rest were below deck, still searching fruitlessly.

Nana knelt curled on the bearskin that lined the captain's quarters. Her body was bare beneath layers of silk and scent, and the gentle sloshing of water and the creak of the ship bones filled the silence as Captain Brandy Blacktooth sat beside her, also naked from head to toe. The huge man was cross-legged, with his mountainous frame supported by his hands. Between his legs, his thin penis stuck upwards like a crooked flagpole.

Nana adjusted her position. She was kneeling over his lap, with her hands pressed over the sides of her bare, bouncing breasts. She pushed them together over his crotch; and nestled in between her soft, round teats, the pirate chieftain's member twitched in pleasure as she moved her nubile body up and down.

A soapy tit-job--only without the soap.

Nana looked down at her own sweat slicked breasts, seeing the pale sperm already pooling inside her plentiful cleavage. A grunt from Blacktooth, and he added to the pile with another wet spurt. She continued moving, the insides of her tits now more than well lubricated. Meanwhile, his penis made obscene squishing noises as it rubbed along her cum splattered skin.

Blacktooth looked her over. He proclaimed, with a laugh like a booming war-drum: "Now that's what a woman should look like!"

That's what he always said.

Nana had realized something over the last few days of being kept as a pet by the huge, awkward looking pirate. Blacktooth really didn't have much stamina to speak of; also, he seemed to produce an abundance of sperm, far more than what she was expecting. He came fast and often, and was usually good for a dozen spurts before he wore himself out. Nana didn't know whether that was pathetic or impressive, and honestly, she couldn't care less at this point.

She brought him off. More white, sticky sperm splashed over her chest and neck. Nana paused briefly, using her fingers to wipe some of it and bring it to her lips. She licked them clean--slowly--for his benefit.

The pirate chieftain guffawed in that same booming intonation. He patted her head approvingly.

"That's what a woman should look like."

Always, the same phrase.

Whenever he finished fucking Nana, he would look at her motionless form and proclaim: "That's what a woman should look like--and also, why are you asking me about a diplomat's concubine?" Whenever he commanded her to get down on her hands and knees and stick out her tongue, only to ejaculate directly into her mouth, he guffawed: "That's what a woman should look like--and also, no, I didn't get him. That one jumped overboard when we first took the ship. Probably drowned by now if you ask me." Whenever he left her on her stomach, splayed out with her legs spread and her pussy dripping into the sheets: "That's what a woman should look like--and also, if you keep asking me about the concubine, how bout I make you dress up like one just for me? I got plenty of her dresses right here. That moron really spoiled her."

Only some of these actually happened. The rest were mere fantasies, conjured by an exasperated kunoichi holding together a complex spell of boundless erotic imagination. Nana could only do this whenever it was safe, whenever Blacktooth was too intoxicated (or tired) to notice the discrepancies in between what he was seeing and what he was really doing. He has not managed to catch on just yet, even after several days at sea. All throughout that time, Nana had no opportunities to escape.

That was fine.

Blacktooth was an idiot and he talked too much.

And that was just how Nana liked him.

He asked her today, directing his inquiries at thin air while his erection twitched with pleasure: "Do you have a husband?"

He let her stop to answer, and the imagined Nana pushed away from his cock, her chest wet with his ejaculate. The real Nana sat behind him, saying meekly: "Yes!" thinking he would like that.

Men always did. Taking the possessions of another. Alas, in this case, it was, strictly speaking, also the truth.

Blacktooth grinned again with pleasure. Just hearing that made him cum, and he spurted once more over her chest (the sheets). Then, he commanded her to rub semen into her skin, and Nana did so messily in his waking dream. Just the sight of that brought another burst out of him, which the non-existent woman took on the chin. "I got plenty," Blacktooth assured her. He motioned to his penis and Nana continued tit-fucking him. "You find me that concubine what killed my men, and I'll give her the same I do you."

He already did, but he didn't need to know that yet. The Nana illusion spit into her own cleavage, rubbing her squishy tits up and down as he made various grumbling noises at nothing.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh!"

The grunts were guttural, and coming from both parties. Nana's eyes rolled back into her head, and she quivered with her own faked orgasm. Moments later, Blacktooth pulled away from nothing in particular. She crawled over on all fours, her mouth hanging open and her tongue already out. She made it to his crotch and he stuffed her face--for real this time. He came, then watched Nana drink him down. As an added bonus (just to keep him ensnared in her spell) he saw Nana stick three fingers into her pussy, fingering her clit at the same time. Her bouncy, round ass pushed into the air, wriggling enticingly as he guffawed.

"Now that's what a woman should look like!"

He slapped her ass for good measure.

"You make sure to tell your husband that when you see him again!"

It took another two mouthfuls, fully swallowed, before Blacktooth finally went to sleep. That's when Nana moved.

She swiftly removed herself from the massive arm slung over her like a mooring rope, and got up lithely. Meanwhile, next to her, Blacktooth wheezed through a scarred nostril that whistled when he exhaled. His scent was sweat, sea salt, and spiced rum; and for a moment Nana remained still. She counted heartbeats.

Eighty.

Ninety.

When she reached one hundred, she lifted one white thigh, gliding noiselessly from the sheets. Dead drunk and heavy with pleasure, the pirate chieftain didn't even notice as Nana made it over the floor like vapor--and from there to the desk.

The Muff captain's desk.

At times, also Lord Shin-bonbon's desk.

Nana stared at it. She remembered him fucking her plenty hereabouts, though it was all part of her duty to him. She saw that the desk had been redecorated with nets full of bone trinkets and barrels of iron shot; and a rack of pistols sat in the center, next to a mounted skull with gold fillings. The Muff captain's state-of-the-art two-way radio was broken, and most of Lord Shin-bonbon's effects had been removed, save for a single time-piece sitting on the desk.

Nana reached for it.

The clock was compact, and elaborately lacquered. It was adored with gilded decorative patterns, with all the hands crowned by gems. It was worth a fortune, and probably that's why it had not been discarded. It was now part of Blacktooth's plunder, and Nana picked it up and pressed two fingers into the face's floral crest. She turned the hour hand backward until there was a soft click.

Then, forwards, soundlessly until--

Like a breath exhaled, a panel opened silently. Inside, wrapped in oiled silk, was a single scroll. It was yellowed at the edges, and bound with decorative red thread. Nana took it out, cradling it carefully like a child. The panel closed with a click.

Nana moved away into a shadowed corner.

She opened the Missive.

She wasn't supposed to do that.

The orders, coming from both the Guild and Lord Shin-bonbon himself, was one and the same.

"You're just the sword, never the sheath."

He had looked down at the bobbing head in his lap, sucking enthusiastically on his cock while Nana knelt under the desk. She had met his eyes then, and remembered it was the only time the self-important jerk had seemed halfway serious about anything. "You carry the Missive, not its meaning. Don't forget that, Nana."

He had told her this sternly, even as he motioned for her not to stop sucking. That was one of the few times he had called her by name. The kunoichi--like all her vocation--was supposed to be nothing more than a tool. A means to an end. The blade which ensured the Missive reached its destination, and nothing more.

Yet, with Lord Shin-bonbon gone, Nana knew it was only a matter of time before the pirates found it.

Or, if not them, then the traitorous Marines she saw aboard the Muff.

And the only way to keep that from happening was--

Nana read the contents. Her eyes swiftly narrowed. Then, they widened as the air went still.

Nana read again, just to make sure.

Her breath stopped.

That's why they attacked!

This is what they were looking for. The weight of this new knowledge--such scary, world-altering knowledge that it was--pressed heavily into her chest.

With a trembling finger, Nana closed the scroll. She paused to listen, and did not move again until she heard the contented snoring of Blacktooth nearby. Then, with a whispered word, ninja magic blossomed to life; and a breath, no more than a soundless huff, caused the scroll to go up in silent flames.

The ashes fell at her feet.

The Missive was gone now.

Nana was the Missive now.

The only one who knew its contents and what that meant for the future of millions.

The kunoichi stood over the ashes. Her ample breasts heaved with every shallow intake of breath. She was thinking about people she had never met, people she will never know. All those lives, and a balance of power far beyond her limited understanding. That scale could now be tipped in favor of one side or another, as she saw fit.

Nana's eyes were glittering like stars in a clear night sky, and her cheeks were flushed with her success. The Missive was safe--as safe as she could make it with her limited resources. Now, only survival remained--until, inevitably, escape.

"Now that was what a woman should look like!"

The words were mouthed with something not quite a triumphant sneer, and Nana went back to bed right after, content her mission was complete.

It's never that easy, is it?

NEXT TIME ON MEAT NINJA: NANA: The Marines arrive along with an unwelcomed surprise...

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WTFWIT #5

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

What the fuckwit?

Illusions!

Like a Jedi mind-trick but much, much more elaborate; yet still carrying the risk that really, the 'spellcaster' is just kinda standing there so say if somebody else runs up and stabs them they're SOL. Like, really SOL because that shit hurts. Also, I like strict rules and vulnerabilities in my fiction because if you can walk off a gunshot to the (lol) shoulder, you might as well just turn Super Saiyan now and save all of us the trouble.

Also, also: It makes the actual powering up parts--when it happens--that much more special because you just know real ninja illusion masters can trap you in alternate worlds/visions from the next town over because they're too lazy to bother and also massive, massive cowards.

Also, also, also: This gives me an excuse to do crazy sex scenes (and I guess, normal scenes as well if you're some kind of puritan weirdo) then walk them back as if nothing has happened and no that isn't a bait-and-switch fuck you, you still got massive plot development didn't you because you can't just fap all the time or else you grow stupid or something.

Also, also, also, also: I didn't spoil anything this time so I deserve a reward so I decided I AM going to buy that X-Mansion Lego set I've had my eye on for a time now. Yeah, it's like $700 after tax but whatever, child support can wait till next month.

Oh, right I forgot about the radio.

Radios exist.

So do trains.

Telegraphs.

The main mode of transportation outside a city might still be an exasperated donkey with no health insurance; but inside the big metropolises, it's the world of ringing bicycle bells and primitive street cars.

Some of the richer folk might even have a car.

A fucking car (this will be important later).

But, like one that's a model T and you won't believe the amount of pussy you get if you rock up to a house in one of those! (this will also be important later no rly)

So, Great Age of Sail but, like, the tail end of that where all the cool new tech is just coming into their own; and I'm looking forward to the inevitable collision between a new-fangled six-shooter and ancient ninja magic that summons a three-headed dog which drools burning tar or something.

You know, like Bloodborne because shotgun counters are *orgasm noises*