Meat Ninja: Nana

E08: The Things She Didn't Say?

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Of course, the Missive was no longer in the clock; and probably for the best. Nana took solace in that victory even as the thick, veiny cock thrust into her wet mouth.

Squish-squelch-squish!

"Mmf!"

If it were, they would have no use for her, and probably she would have already been strung up like the rest.

Squelch-squish-squish!

They strung her up anyway.

They were aboard the pirate ship Myrtle, and Nana was now its centerpiece atop the main deck. She dangled by her neck from a noose, with her arms and legs bound by retractable steel chains. There was enough give that she could kneel comfortably with her knees pressed on the floorboards; or--as it was often the case--with a tug, she would suddenly swing from the gallows by her neck.

For the past two days, Nana alternated from one to the other.

The young woman was naked; her hair matted to her face in heavy strands. Her eyes were alight with fear and dread.

Real fear.

Real dread.

She was no longer in control, and the pirates--

Drum-roll somewhere in the distance.

Captain Brandy Blacktooth was still alive; but he wasn't going to walk under his own power ever again. He was also so psychologically damaged from his defeat that he simply refused to see Nana at all. She had become to him a demoness, and as a result he had developed a fear of beautiful naked women for all time. The disgraced pirate chieftain would spend the rest of his days as a secluded celibate, professing from inside his shanty offices that every instance of misogyny had a valid reason. That, however, didn't mean he wasn't going to extract his pound of flesh from his vanquisher--even from afar!

Nana choked on the chode in her throat. Now and then, she could hear him laugh, shouting encouragement to his men.

"Do it!" Another drum-roll. "Break the whore!"

They had time to get the Missive from her, to make up for their failures. That was the allowance the Marines had made for the pirates. Probably, Commander Oak had done so out of pity; and the pirates--intellectuals with an abundance of imagination, all--were going at it the only way they knew how.

"Mmf! Mmf!"

Nana sucked eagerly on the cock in her mouth. The chains had been loosened until she was on all fours, while the pirate kneeling in front of her fucked her face heartily. Spit and sweat, cum and drool. All gathered over the corners of her lips. The captured kunoichi worked furiously, pleasuring him with her tongue and lips while he pressed her face into his crotch. Meanwhile, behind her, another pirate penetrated Nana's puckered anus with very little ceremony. He was well-endowed, stretching her asshole with his member even as he pumped savagely back and forth. Together, they elicited muffled cries from their captive with every thrust.

Soon, the pirates came. The man behind her pulled out first, leaving sperm to run down the crack of Nana's upraised ass. He was immediately replaced by a peer, who shoved his dick unceremoniously into her pussy.

"Mmf! Mmf!"

Nana shook her head around the dick in her mouth. She tried to protest, but to no avail. The pirate in front of her chose that moment to cum, and blasted his seed down her throat. He watched Nana eagerly swallow it all.

Then, he pulled out; and another replaced him. Back and forth it went, until he too, removed his cock from Nana's yielding lips. He aimed the head of his penis at her, asking brusquely: "Where do you want it, slut?"

"In my face," the young woman cried. She had long since abandoned any attempt at dignity, for survival was what was important now. "Do it, sir! Do it on my face!"

He painted her delicate features, adding to the messy mosaic already there. In the meantime, the man fucking her pussy orgasmed, filling her cunt and pulling out and dragging with him the slick, thick sperm of countless other men. That was just from today--from the last hour or so, in fact. The man waiting his turn didn't even know what to do as he looked over her gaping, aching anus, and her drooping pussy lips covered with sticky cum. The pirate eventually shook his head before yielding his spot to the next man in line.

Somewhere out of sight, there was rancorous laughter. More rolling drums, followed by: "Look at Mr. hoity-toity here, too good for sloppy seconds, eh?"

It was more like sloppy 200th by now, but who's counting?

The next man in line had much lower standards. He swiftly took over, squishing his dick in between the folds of Nana's pussy lips. He started thrusting.

"Ugh-ugh-ugh!"

The man in front came, and Nana swallowed noisily. He pulled out and the woman started yelling.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The sound of slapping flesh echoed over the deck, and Nana's ass cheeks quivered ceaselessly under the pounding she was given. At some point, she found herself looking up into a forest of dicks, all aimed at her face. She opened her mouth, still being thrown forward with every thrust. Extended her tongue willingly.

"In here, sirs," she slurred. "Give it to me. Give it to your slut. Cum in my mouth. Paint my tongue with your seed."

They did, and Nana held her mouth open until they were done. All this while, she took it in the pussy and up the ass. Her mouth soon filled to overflowing, and thick white sperm dribbled down her chin in strands. What she couldn't hold, she allowed to be smeared over her neck, her tits. What she could, she swallowed.

That was Day 1.

Day 2.

The chains rattled, and suddenly the noose around Nana's neck tightened. She found herself being lifted up. Ropes slung over the half-mast pulled taut, and Nana dangled just high enough that her toes scraped the deck. Sweat broke out over her nubile body, running down in rivulets between her round breasts. Her eyes were glazed over, and her breathing was being speedily cut off. Nana choked, small hands batting ineffectively against the cord around her neck.

She swung.

Briefly.

Then, hands abruptly appeared, gripping her white, fleshy buttocks. They pushed upwards, and now, Nana could breathe. She spread her legs willingly for her rescuer, who stuffed his dick into her sagging, cum-slick pussy without a second thought. He thrusted, and Nana cried out in pleasure. She put her legs over his shoulders and choked out in a shrill voice: "Yes! Yes! Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my cunt. Use my snatch however you want. Just don't let me hang. Please!"

The crew jeered, calling her all kinds of names.

"Yes! Yes! I'm a slut! I'm a whore. Just let me live, and I'll take it up my ass, in my mouth, be your begging bitch in heat."

They spared her mouth, but someone did take her up on her offer. A pirate walked up behind her, and promptly stuck his dick into her anus.

"Aaaaaaah!"

He pumped until he came--using Nana like the helpless piece of meat she was--and left her asshole gaping. Cum dribbled out as another swiftly replaced him. Between the man in front and behind, Nana was turned into a human sandwich. She wriggled and writhed; they groped and tugged at her tits in turns. One even kissed her, spitting into her slack, open mouth.

She won't remember any of their faces later.

On Day 3, Nana won.

"You have the time you requested," Commander Oak Wood announced to Blacktooth inside the captain's offices. He put away his black-box radio, which had been held up to his ear just moments before. Outside the window, the pirate chieftain's men continued their fruitless attempt at interrogation. Nana swung back and forth with her head down, her breasts hanging heavily from her chest. Her ass sagged over limp, dangling legs, and her pussy, plainly visible, was sorely used to the point that the lips slumped loosely around the center. Cum leaked out slowly, pooling on the floor between her feet.

Commander Oak turned slowly back around. His barely concealed erection nodded disapprovingly at the pirate captain: "It has been decided that the prisoner remains with your lawless crew for purposes of full deniability of Marine involvement. Also, that you may commence with your interview without official interference. Of course, we still expect results, preferably sooner than later; and in either case, if I am not satisfied, I will have no choice but to take things up with your boss."

Brandy Blacktooth was crippled, and seemed somehow even smaller as he twiddled his thumbs and gulped visibly as he protested.

"Of course she won't talk! If she does, she's as good as dead. Alive, she's the only one who knows the Missive contents, and I'm starting to think she's smarter than we give her credit for, eh?"

They looked together out of the window. A pirate lifted Nana's head by grabbing a fist full of her hair. Oak Wood saw that there was literally no room left on her face from the ejaculate crusting there. He turned back to Blacktooth with a sigh.

"It is a sordid thing we are doing to that poor woman."

The pirate chieftain was aghast: "But--"

A slow shake of the head from the other.

"Not my way to do things. Not my intention to let you do things your way, either, but my hands are tied in this matter."

A pause. Then, gravely, as the Blue-Shirt's penis sagged a little.

"That a thing of such crucial importance even exists, let alone to be lost to hands unworthy of handling it must never become public knowledge. That is why we have been reduced to working with common criminals. This entire mission of retrieval must never come to light to embolden the flames of--" Oak snorted derisively "--I would not even call them an actual rebellion, for they are at best a rabble, steeped in cruelty and with self-delusions of grandeur."

Blacktooth gulped again. He had a feeling he shouldn't even be hearing this, lest it puts even more responsibilities on his shoulders!

Commander Oak finished up: "I don't care where you take her. Only that you dispose of her when you have extracted the information. At that point, I will return, and all that is required from you is to spend your ill-gotten wealth in ways that comply with the laws of the land."

Blacktooth didn't trust him one bit, for learning what the Marines wanted from Nana meant he would also be privy to the same knowledge that had sent them after her in the first place. That was something he wanted no part of by now.

Still, he made reassuring noises. Blacktooth to get rid of the Marine commander.

Then, he would head straight for the Garden with his captive. To Pops.

To explain how the tribute the pirate chieftain was seeking was what got them into this mess to begin with.

Pops would know what to do, and Blacktooth, as always, ran back home whenever he was in a bind.

They all did.

Whiskey.

Red-Rum.

Mao-Tai.

Even Goldlion Gin--the best (worst) of them, who would be next in line to take over as Pirate King if Blacktooth was placing any bets.

At the Garden, Blacktooth had family. Maybe together, they'll find a way to--

"I won't fail ya, sir!" the pirate chieftain roared from his chair. He could no longer get up without the use of crutches; thanks to this stupid mission he had taken on for greed and little else. "I won't let ya down! Ye have my Word, eh?"

Oak Wood just sighed.

They looked outside the window together.

Nana read everything on their lips. She kept her head down, wetting her lips with her tongue. Her eyes flicked now and then to the dirty colored glass, and the two men holding their palaver behind it. She tasted salty cum, before managing a sultry, submissive moan for the man currently fucking her from behind.

Success!

The Missive was safe; and so was she.

Starting wars.

Ending worlds.

Untold riches and long buried secrets.

The Missive was simply too important, and Nana was the only one who knew what it really held.

Now, all she had to do was wait.

Because someone was coming.

Not her husband, alas, whom she loved with all her heart. Mackay was a civilian, and would be worried sick by now.

Not her Clan either, for once you leave the village, the village also left you.

The Guild?

Unlikely. A star on a blank wall was all she warranted, and her name crossed out on a ledger somewhere to be forgotten like the rest.

There was only one person whom Nana could depend upon right now. And it was the same someone who loved her dearly, and would not stomach the loss of family.

Her sister was coming.

Kunoichi Robin.

NEXT TIME: ROBIN... and the beginnings of a grand adventure!

WTFWIT #8

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

What the fuckwit?

Hey you know I'm planning another book in this series called Meat Ninja: Robin, right?

That's where the story continues, but more likely where the story actually begins--but don't hurry up to read it now Nana's big sister isn't going anywhere. In fact, stick to this book because there's an epilogue coming (cumming, lol) where you'll get to meet Robin before you open the full-length novel to her own story.

And it is a novel.

26 chapters. About 100k words. An honest to goodness what-is-written-on-the-tin dark fantasy hardcore erotica novel that skips on neither the dark fantasy or the hardcore erotica. It's like if someone gave your favorite director a Marvel budget and told them to make a Marvel movie only porn--but all written and shit so you feel a lot smarter (and not just hornier) after reading it.

But, that's Robin.

This is Nana and this is still Nana's prequel so, okay, this is the big payoff chapter you gooners have been waiting for.

And isn't it better when the massive gang-bang comes at the END of the arc, built up to by a specific narrative and purpose and reasons and in-world justification and shit rather than become a spammy loop of unrealistic anatomy and implausible reasoning?

Rest assured, this IS going somewhere. To what is previously mentioned above as being the actual book and main character I've taken great pains and about 7, 8, 9 chapters of this prequel to introduce.

The big sister.

The heroine.

The one who is supposed to make things right.

Stay tuned for the epilogue, and you'll see just how that comes to be...