Meat Ninja: Nana

E06: Missionary Interrupted

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 Marines arrived just before noon.

The horizon sat empty. Then, like conjured ghosts, three sleek warships crested the sea swell. All bore the connected stars of the Marine Corps, though they raised no flags of war, and made no attempts at signaling. They docked with the captured frigate with silent, gliding precision, and a plank was lowered on rattling chains. Polished boots came swiftly aboard.

The commander of the leading vessel was accompanied by four guards--each one cleaner, crisper, and colder than the slovenly scallywags who'd filled Blacktooth's ranks. They wore yellow, their uniforms as bright as the sunrise on a clear morning. The commander was garbed in blue, as crisp and neat as the daytime sky which encompassed the sun. He was also surprisingly young; tall, rigid, but already sporting gray streaks in his prominent sideburns, while carrying an oversized katana at his side. The weapon was a marvel, even when sheathed. Its long, milk-white scabbard gleamed with ceremonial polish, and the wood seemed to glow with a warm, homely light. The armament somehow maintained perfect balance, becoming a floating, immovable anchor point even when set against the backdrop of moving feet constantly shuffling to and fro.

The Marines were met by two men who were dressed like pirates, but had the look of professional soldiers. One was the cadet who was barely able to resist Nana's charms before; and the other was the professional who had rebuffed her, doing so with the cold, emotionless efficiency befitting his real identity. They saluted in unison at the newcomers.

The commander returned the gesture, his eyes flashing above his neatly buttoned collars. He gave a single nod that could have meant anything, and wordlessly, the two imposters did a crisp about face, before leading them down into the hold.

Brandy Blacktooth drank and counted gold. He had a surprisingly good head on his shoulders for numbers, and he bragged about it often, loudly--and always after too much grog. That was why Nana avoided the use of her illusions upon him during the day, for he seldom went out and always kept her around to watch him enter plunder into a ledger. Some men were thrilled by bloodshed, but Blacktooth got as much satisfaction from accounting as he did sexual conquest. Nana allowed him his dalliances as she waited for her chance to escape. He didn't suspect a thing and truly, she had other things on her mind just now.

They came through the hallway, mindful of the cries they heard just out of sight.

Screaming.

Yells of pleasure mixed with sporadic grunting.

A turn around a narrow corner, and the visitors were brought to the captain's office. There, through the wide-open doors, they saw the alluring sight of a woman being bent over the huge desk.

Her hair was done up, but already falling apart around her face. Her hands were also tied together behind her back; and beneath her shaking shoulders, her tits were pushed together, all but crushed against the surface of the desk. All saw her rosy white cleavage, the way her breasts flattened, rubbing back and forth over the wooden surface with comely squeaks. Behind her, rising like round, fleshy mountains, was her perfect ass. They quivered over the horizon of her bared back, soft, round cheeks jiggling in time with the obscene sound of flesh slapping upon flesh.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The huge man behind her was wearing nothing but his blood red overcoat and his captain's hat; and he had his hands on her hips, pounding the woman harshly from behind. At some point during the ceaseless hammering, the woman raised her head. The Marines saw her slackened, opened mouth, with drool rolling down one corner of her lips. Her eyes were glazed over and they saw freshly deposited cum, still being held un-swallowed over her tongue.

None moved. They watched the show in silence. All stood listening to the woman's cries of pain and pleasure; and she was, coincidentally enough, dressed once again in the glittering robes of a concubine. The expensive dress was one of many which Lord Shin-bonbon had bought for her (and one of many Nana had worn before on this trip). That dress now lay in tangles all over the woman, even as the pirate chieftain growled in between thrusts: "You look good, slut! I'm thinking of buying you more once we make port, eh? A good fee this whole hijacking fetched, and I'll spend it all on you. How'd you like that, woman?"

"Yes!" Nana cried, gurgling as she swallowed the load in her mouth. She whipped a steamy look back in his direction over a shoulder. "Yes, my lord! Let me live and I'll be whatever you want!"

He thrust harder; and at the same time, Blacktooth raised a bottle to his lips. He took a gulp and offered it to her. When Nana extended her tongue, he plunged the thin, glass head into her mouth.

"Mmf!"

He was now fucking her from both ends, with his cock buried in her ass, and the bottle sliding back and forth along her lips. Nana moaned again. She was gulping grog and coughing at the same time (but what nobody knew was that she could drink all of them under the table any day, every day). Finally, when the grog was all gone, he pulled it from her mouth with a pop. He threw the bottle away, and redoubled his efforts.

"Ah! Yes!" Nana screamed. "Yes! Fuck me, my lord! Fuck my ass!"

"Slut!" Blacktooth roared. "I thought I told you to call me captain!"

"Yes, captain!" Nana instantly obliged. "Sorry, my captain! I forgot. You're just too big for me! Fuck my bum, my captain! Break my taint." She was shoving her ass back towards him; and just beneath her stuffed anus, moist ejaculate gathered over her pussy, dripping in strands to the floor.

"Ugh!"

Again, Blacktooth came. He could not help himself. Nana's ass tightened around his cock, and he felt himself release his seed into her rectum. Her butt jiggled over his crotch, and her moans slowly subsided in time with her own climax. He pulled out his penis from her asshole with a loud plop, and then and only then did he realize he had guests.

"Oh, shit!"

Captain Brandy Blacktooth immediately straightened to attention. He patted himself down all over, flustered and embarrassed. Nana did not miss his clear discomfort at being caught on the spot; and it, too, like everything else she had noticed, spoke volumes to the matter of just who was working for whom in the current situation.

Nana panted. She raised her own eyes to the newcomers. Strands of her dark hair were matted to her face with sweat, and she hurriedly wiped the back of a hand over her mouth, smearing away cum which stuck to her fingers. Then, her eyes widened.

The man in her vision, carrying the ornate katana in its milk-white scabbard.

Commander Oak Wood.

Nana recognized him at once. She had been given a dossier before setting out, and on it was a list of notable individuals operating in the small part of the world their ship was going to be going through. Rising stars like bounty hunters, Marine officers, and everything in between; all who could pose a threat to their mission, though none were expected to until now.

Nana focused her eyes upon him. Oak Wood was a career officer (and part of a big family of career Marines). He was competent, responsible, and rumored to be utterly incorruptible. His men called him The Iron Willow, for bending in storms but never breaking. He also held his eyes over her now, his features betraying nothing. Comically, though, Nana saw a stiff and fully erect penis pushing against the fabric of his neatly pressed trousers. It made a very visible tent in his pants, which stood in stark contrast to the stoic, stone-chiseled jaws looming over her.

Nobody mentioned it.

Nobody seemed to even see it.

If nobody else was going to say anything, Nana wasn't going to either.

She waited to see how everything was going to play out.

"Captain Blacktooth," Commander Oak said, by ways of a formal greeting.

The pirate chieftain stared at him. His eyes squinted beneath his feathered tricorn hat: "Y-yes sir?"

Nana watched them without interruption. She remained splayed over the table, her bared ass pointed upwards for all to see. Between her round, fleshy buttocks, her asshole quivered, disgorging a drop of freshly deposited semen to the floor. She puffed and huffed, playing up her exhaustion. Nana was trying to make herself look small and insignificant, especially in the presence of so many obviously important and mighty figures. Initially, she succeeded.

"I have something that belongs to you," Oak Wood told Blacktooth primly. He snapped his fingers.

Nothing happened.

All waited, and at some point, the pirate chieftain had to ask: "What's that, sir?"

The Commander's eyes tightened at the corners, but his prominent erection never wavered. It remained as stiff as his voice as he asked Blacktooth curtly: "Do you have it?"

Blacktooth said at once, his voice shaking audibly: "N-no." A hasty breath, then, louder: "Your diplomat got away so, there was nobody to tell us where to look and--"

The cold eyes did not blink. The erection, if it were even possible, pointed even higher before twitching once in clear disapproval.

A gulp from the pirate chieftain: "Look, eh? We tore the ship apart, eh? Strung up anyone and everyone and if they knew anything at all, they would have talked! Just gimme more time and--"

A shake of both heads, up and down and at the same time.

"I mislike having to do your job for you, Captain."

The outlaw shook all over.

"I shouldn't even be here," Oak continued with a sigh. "Shouldn't even have to make personal contact."

He swept his gaze over Nana, still lying prone on the table and breathing heavily. His erection jumped at the sight of her heaving breasts, crushed below against the desk.

"And now I have to, only because I've picked up what you missed."

A dramatic pause followed.

Then, suddenly: "Perhaps he can now shed some light on the situation."

The first finger-snap had brought the man to the back of the throng; and now, the escort moved out of the way to take him the rest of the way. The prisoner was dragged in, two Yellow-Shirts pushing forward a man swaddled in too-large robes. His hair was messy and his face gaunt. His eyes twitched, and he walked with a pronounced limp.

Nana inhaled sharply.

It was Lord Shin-bonbon.

He had survived.

Just barely.

The prisoner took one look at the scene and jabbed a finger at the heaving buttocks on the table.

"There! There she is!" his voice cracked, and he shrilled for all to hear. "She's the one! She was with them! Pretending to be my concubine! The Missive was our responsibility. It was in my clock. The same one in the captain's offices! These offices! Open it and see for yourselves. If it's not there, she must've stolen it. That's what she was supposed to do if it ever came down to that. It was supposed to be delivered to Jon but Jon doesn't have it yet, so she must! She has the Missive!"

Silence dropped like an anchor; and inside, Nana's blood turned to ice.

She did not move. In fact, the kunoichi was barely aware of her thundering heartbeats as all eyes now suddenly turned to her. Her upraised ass and sweat slicked back had become, in an instant, the focal point of the gathering.

Blacktooth jumped in his boots, making the entire office shake. He was positively aghast, and even Commander Oak's twitching erection betrayed his own surprise at this sudden turn of events.

Nobody was expecting this!

Oak's eyes whipped back and forth between the prone, naked woman and his prisoner. His normally stoic countenance was shattered, and he behaved like he couldn't decide which one was a priority at the moment. Blacktooth, for his part, was the first to act!

He whirled on Nana, spitting from between crooked teeth: "You know, I always did think it was a little convenient. How you just fell into my lap and never tried to run."

No, actually, he didn't.

Because he was too busy making use of her the only way he wanted to.

Brandy Blacktooth was an idiot but now that didn't matter either because he was also very, very angry! And very, very embarrassed.

Somewhere in the background, Lord Shin-bonbon was still screaming: "She has the Missive!" He was practically frothing at the mouth, and Nana knew she had only moments to react.

So, she did.

How convenient she was dressed in her own concubine wardrobe just now. Nana had taken care to point it out to him every time Blacktooth fucked her, and it had hardly taken any convincing at all for him to let her try it on for size. The pirate chieftain has obviously never enjoyed a proper courtesan before, and made the most of the opportunity presented to him. He thought he was getting the next best thing by play-acting with a silly wench like Nana, but what he didn't know was that every single dress Lord Shin-bonbon owned contained a collection of ninja weapons and equipment, hidden by magic within its fabrics.

Nana made use of them now.

NEXT TIME ON MEAT NINJA NANA: SEXY FIGHTING SEXY FIGHTING SEXY FIGHTING IT'S GONNA BE A NAKED FISTICUFFS FREE-FOR-ALL!

WTFWIT #6

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

What the fuckwit?

So, I mean, it can't just be about fucking every single time.

There's gotta be fights too and a big one is coming next!

Also, dick jokes. I like them or else why would I even be writing this story? The erection that talks, emotes when the character doesn't allow me to maintain his serious face as a serious person and a very serious character doing serious things that will have serious consequences--but all this time his dick is nodding and shaking and basically trying to steal the scene as its own separate character.

I watched a lot of looney tunes as a kid--body horror twisted for comedic effect is something I always wanted to try in writing with as straight a face as possible like my teeth could be used as zippers for a straightjacket or something.

Besides, I figured it'd make the character more memorable especially given his first and last name lol I'm so clever just admit it.

Also, name dropping, seeding lots of stuff here for future payoff.

Jon (whoever he is)

The Woods family by ways of introducing them via emoting erection.

That katana I went to all that trouble describing so you know it's not going to be left in a bin somewhere and forgotten.

I read a lot too. I'm literate like that. Mostly One Piece which is really high brow because you have to be a mathematician to count the number of big tits in that story by now but what sticks with me is the foreshadowing.

Yes I am talking about the shadow of the third cup--which doubly didn't pay off until Dressrosa that I was quite impressed with insofar as how it tied up a lot of loose ends which made you think they weren't even loose ends to begin with and was planned all along, along with the tits.

Imma trying to pull that off myself. Whether or not I'm successful, you'll just have to keep reading to find out.