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Kunoichi: Yours to Command

Synne City, 10:00pm…

Kyoko Anderson raced for her car, a black Ford Mustang. The Eurasian beauty peeled out of the TV station parking lot in record time, but didn’t head toward her apartment. She’d heard a report in the newsroom that had her heart racing at a mile a minute.

“I can’t believe Lady Dragon is in town,” she muttered.

The Chinese scientist was an Amazon, with an Object of Power like a super heroine. Only she used her super powers for evil. Indeed, Lady Dragon had her fingers in almost every criminal activity under the sun, from human trafficking to drug smuggling. But her focus was always on science, and all the ways it could create monstrous machines, plants, and drugs to do terrible things to people. Yeah, rumor had it she experimented on actual human beings, too.

I’ll put an end to her evil experiments, once and for all, Kyoko thought, lovely face set with determination as she sped through the city.

She’d have to be careful, because Lady Dragon was the prime suspect in the disappearance of over a dozen super heroines around the world. Kyoko was hard-pressed to think of any criminal with a more fearsome reputation. She was a clear and constant threat to all good citizens of the world – a world that knew almost nothing about her, apart from her ethnicity.

Arriving at the old, abandoned refinery in one of the city’s most run-down neighborhoods, Kyoko pressed a hidden button on her dash, and the chain-link fence gate slid to the side, letting her inside. It automatically closed behind her. The busty TV reporter quickly found her usual hiding spot, parked under cover, and popped the trunk.

Tall stilettos clattered as she hurried to the now open car trunk. Inside was a red nylon gym bag containing her costume. So she quickly stripped out of her work clothes: black silky blouse, red pencil skirt, dark pantyhose, and black stiletto pumps. After carefully folding her work clothes and setting them beside the bag, she started pulling out pieces of her costume to put on. First thing, she put on a pair of black lace-up thigh boots. Yeah, the rocky ground was no place to stand barefooted. Next, she put on her black Kasumi-inspired wrap-dress. It was sleeveless, with double-slits. Really, the slits were cutouts running above her well-rounded hips, and the skirt was just two flaps, front and back, that fell to just below her knees. It was trimmed in gold, with golden butterflies on both front and back skirts. Then she pulled up a black thong, followed by golden opera gloves. Black steel bracers went around her forearms, each with a golden butterfly emblem. Her all-important Object of Power, which allowed her to tap into the Otherworld for her super powers, snapped around her slender neck. It was a black-lacquered steel choker, again bearing a golden butterfly. And finally, she put the black ninja mask on, covering her whole face below the eyes.

Beautiful brown eyes peered around, barely visible between her long bangs and the mask as she strapped her trusty katana across her back.

“I am Kunoichi!”

After locking her car, Kunoichi flew straight up like a bullet, and then veered toward the reported last sighting of Lady Dragon. Her sharp brown eyes quickly spotted the bright, flashing lights of police cars racing toward the scene. Kunoichi put all she had into her flight, and soon saw muzzle flashes and heard thunderous cracks; Lady Dragon and her Zhànshì were in a gun battle with another group of armed men.

Probably a drug deal gone bad, Kunoichi thought. One side tried to cheat the other, and now they’re fighting it out. Winner take all.

The shapely Japanese-American heroine streaked toward the still raging firefight. She saw muzzle flashes, some clearly automatic weapon fire. As she closed on the site, she noticed two sets of dark SUVs facing each other, with plenty of gunmen behind both.

“And there she is,” Kunoichi muttered, her heart skipping a beat. “Lady Dragon.”

The evil Chinese villainess stood atop an SUV, immune to bullets thanks to her abilities as an empowered Amazon. How that evil woman got her hands on an Object of Power was beyond Kunoichi’s ability to comprehend. Probably an equally evil witch had created it for her. All Objects of Power had to be specially created for one specific woman; sharing or stealing them would do nothing.

Lady Dragon stood tall and proud atop that SUV, wearing a black cheongsam with a golden dragon design. There was a single slit running up all the way above her right hip, displaying her expensive designer strappy stilettos. The villainess wasn’t really using any super powers, instead firing a pair of Uzi submachine guns at the other side. Though, it probably took some super strength and endurance to coordinate that dual-wielding; most grown men couldn’t have pulled it off.

She looks crazy happy, Kunoichi thought.

Indeed, the Chinese beauty fought with an expression of wicked glee, long black hair parted down the middle and all tousled. Her Zhànshì bodyguards, arrayed to either side of her, were all decked out in all black, complete with full-head “ninja” masks hiding all of their features except their eyes.

The Eurasian masked avenger flew straight down at Lady Dragon’s back. She flipped her booted legs forward at the last instant, and then slammed two stiletto heels square in the villainess’s shoulder blades.

“Take that, miscreant!” Kunoichi shouted as Lady Dragon was smashed down to the ground in front of the SUVs.

In a flash, Lady Dragon rolled into a fighting stance. Kunoichi landed a few feet in front of the dramatically-posed villainess. She tried to ascertain at least one or two of her foe’s facial features, but Lady Dragon wore her black mask nice and snug. Her fighting pose proclaimed her martial art of choice.

“Ah, Kung Fu. How appropriate, villain,” Kunoichi said. “I am ninja.”

“Ninja? And you call me a villain,” Lady Dragon sneered. “Enough talk. Show your skill!”

Lady Dragon’s foes shouted “Mask!” and fled. Neither Kunoichi nor Lady Dragon gave them a second thought. Minor players. Riffraff. The busty Chinese woman was the beautiful super heroine’s only real threat.

Both moved at the same instant. Two gorgeous, busty Asian women met, their arms and legs a blur as they strove with all their skill and might to break through the other’s guard. After a moment of frenzied fighting, they fell back panting.

“We seem to be evenly matched,” Kunoichi said. “But I only need to hold you here long enough for the police and other heroines to arrive. Your vile operations end here.”

“How little you know, Kunoichi-san,” Lady Dragon taunted.

Kunoichi-san? Kunoichi gave her an Oh really look.

“We are not evenly matched, little heroine, because I am supported by my Zhànshì.”

Kunoichi’s eyes went round as she heard the muffled footsteps of numerous men behind her. She spun around to confront the would-be ambushers. Seven black-clad, masked men faced her, one and all holding a traditional Chinese Dao sword. The curved blades weren’t too different from her katana in appearance, but were wielded in a very different martial arts style.

They attacked with wild battle cries. Kunoichi met them without flinching or fear. Her own blade was a blur as she parried and slashed, left and right, kicking and spinning. Their grunts punctuated the sound of steel blades clashing and scraping. Like all heroines, of course, Kunoichi never killed as a first resort, so did most of her damage with her vicious feet, kicking them in the heads, groins, and knees. Even with that little handicap, the ninja heroine quickly had them falling back.

“Ha! You’ll have to do better than that, Lady Dragon, to defeat… Hey!”

Kunoichi stopped in mid-turn, triumph dying on her lips. In the fifteen seconds – twenty max – she’d spent fending off the Zhànshì, Lady Dragon had somehow vanished.

“Coward! Where are you?”

When she turned back to the battered Zhànshì, again Kunoichi found herself staring at thin air. Like their mistress, the savage swordsmen had vanished into the dark shadows. But her sharp eyes spotted something on the ground near her booted feet. A card. She picked it up to discover it was a hotel electronic key. The engravings indicated the Cushing Arms, one of Synne City’s top luxury hotels. No room number.

Dropped by one of the Zhànshì?

In the distance, police sirens grew louder and louder. It wasn’t long before the squad cars pulled up all around her, far too late to do any good. Ignoring them for the moment, she looked up into the moonlit sky, clenched her fist, and silently vowed that Lady Dragon would not escape her again.

Mark my words, vile villainess, you will get exactly what you deserve!

~**~**~

Kyoko Anderson strode purposely across the hotel lobby. She practically trembled with excitement for two very good reasons. First, she’d managed a very rare one-on-one interview with the Nobel Laureate scientist, Dr. Ru Shi Liu. Secondly, the celebrated Chinese beauty was staying at the Cushing Arms Hotel, making her a prime suspect for being the notorious Lady Dragon.

She’d done her homework for that interview. The Hong Kong born beauty had just turned thirty, but had won her Nobel Prize at age twenty-four while still a student at Harvard. After graduating from Harvard, Ru Shi had started her own bio-chemical company, and two years later sold it for ten billion dollars. Kyoko didn’t know Dr. Liu’s actual cut of that ten billion, but everyone agreed she was worth about three billion at the moment.

“Young, fabulously rich, and beautiful, the world is her oyster,” Kyoko muttered. “So why become such a despicable villain?”

The busty reporter knew she wasn’t going to get Dr. Liu to confess to being Lady Dragon in that interview. For her, it was more a face-to-face with evil. She needed to prove that Dr. Ru Shi Liu was Lady Dragon beyond a shadow of a doubt. Since she’d spoken with Lady Dragon, had seen her move, Kyoko hoped to confirm her identity with the interview.

Since Dr. Ru Shi Liu was a renowned fashionista, Kyoko came dressed to the nines. She wore her most expensive outfit. Nothing but designer labels that day. Her white top was sleeveless, form-fitting, paired with a baby blue pencil skirt just a little on the snug side. White Christian Louboutin strappy pumps covered her feet.

Kyoko came alone to the interview, since the billionaire-scientist never gave on-camera interviews. Ru Shi was camera shy for some reason. Kyoko had her suspicious on why. After all, Lady Dragon hadn’t always gone out behind a mask earlier in her criminal career, so she didn’t want to be recognized.

Dr. Ru Shi Liu was staying in the hotel’s penthouse. The elevator opened into a small, luxurious lobby. Two large, fierce Chinese men stood guard outside the door. They were impeccably attired in dark suits and ties.

“Hello. I’m Kyoko Anderson,” she said. “Dr. Liu agreed to an interview this morning, so I think she’s expecting me.”

One of the men whispered into the boom-mike on the right side of his face. He spoke Cantonese, so Kyoko couldn’t understand anything he said. After a moment, he nodded and opened the door.

“Dr. Liu is waiting,” he said.

The shapely Japanese-American was escorted by another large, menacing Chinese man to a small sitting room in the sprawling penthouse. The celebrated scientist waited.

Ru Shi took Kyoko’s breath away. Kyoko had heard she was quite beautiful, but wow. Just stunning. Her smile was disarming, sincere, and quite beautiful. Kyoko guessed she stood about five foot six, which was her own height. Dr. Liu appeared a little slimmer, but just as busty. Like Kyoko, she had waist-length straight as an arrow black hair, though she parted it on the left side. She wore a snug red designer dress that was low cut to show a lot of cleavage, with a skirt down to just above the knees. Black stiletto pumps adorned her feet.

Four bodyguards remained with them, one in each corner.

“Thank you for agreeing to speak with me this morning, Dr. Liu,” Kyoko started, placing her phone on the table between them and starting the record. “It is quite an honor.”

“Please, call me Ru Shi,” she replied.

They quickly got into the meat of the interview. Kyoko asked about her childhood, and what it was like to be pulled out of her life in Hong Kong to move to London, England. And then another culture shock when she moved to America at eighteen. Ru Shi answered all her questions, and was utterly charming the entire time. Until Kyoko’s asked a question she didn’t like.

“Did you know that an infamous criminal, calling herself Lady Dragon, is in Synne City right now?” Kyoko asked. Ru Shi only raised an eyebrow. Her bodyguards glared daggers at the reporter. “And, like you, she is a renowned Chinese-born scientist?”

“That’s fascinating, Kyoko,” Ru Shi said. “Next question, and let’s keep it about me.”

Kyoko smiled. Ru Shi’s reaction said it all. Now it was time to wrap up the interview, and get back in her mask and costume. Time to end Lady Dragon’s criminal career.

“No more questions,” Kyoko said, stopping the record function on her phone. She put the phone back in her purse and stood. “Thank you for the interview.”

Ru Shi rose much more slowly, more sensuously. A cruel little smile played across her glossy red lips. Very pretty, pouty lips, too. She leaned forward to hug the reporter.

“My pleasure,” Ru Shi said, but instead of hugging Kyoko, she thrust her hand into the reporter’s face.

A warm mist blew across Kyoko’s face, making her gasp in a breath. Whatever it was, the drug hit her like a ton of bricks. Kyoko swayed, eyes losing focus. She teetered atop her sky high stilettos, struggling to fight off whatever insidious drug the evil scientist hit her with. But it wasn’t a battle she could win, and soon her mind went blank.

Kyoko stood blank-faced before Dr. Ru Shi Liu. Waiting.

“You are mine now, Kyoko,” Ru Shi said with a smile. “You are mine to command.”

“I am yours to command,” Kyoko said, her brain beginning to stir again.

“I did not like that last question, Kyoko. Do you suspect me of being Lady Dragon?”

“I do.”

“You intend to act on that suspicion, don’t you?” Ru Shi asked.

“I do.”

“You are a fool,” Ru Shi said, eyes becoming hard. “You will report a wonderful interview with me to your TV audience. You will forget your suspicions of me being Lady Dragon. Indeed, you will forget Lady Dragon is even in Synne City.”

“I obey,” Kyoko said.

“Excellent, my dear,” Ru Shi said, eyes narrowing further. “To show my appreciation, I’ll allow you to give my battle warriors, my Zhànshì, pleasure. You will joyously fuck them all. Give them anything, and everything, they want. And then you will leave, and forget all about it.”

“I obey.”

The shapely villainess sat, slowly crossed her legs, and smiled. “Take her.”

Two of the four Zhànshì bodyguards stepped up to Kyoko. One of them claimed the beautiful reporter’s lips in a deep, demanding kiss. Kyoko pushed back with equal passion, heart starting to race, belly filling with butterflies. Then she felt the other Zhànshì unfasten her tight skirt, yanking it down around her ankles. A second later, her top hit the floor, leaving her in white bra, thong, and heels. The bra and thong came off quickly.

The man kissing her immediately started fondling her large, firm tits. She moaned and groaned as the sweetest sensations spiraled into her aroused core. The other Zhànshì dropped his pants, grabbed her flaring hips, and pushed his erection into her butt crack.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, bowing her back dramatically to give him easier access to her pussy. And access it he did, quickly thrusting into her. “Uggh.”

The first Zhànshì stopped kissing her, unzipped, and pulled out his cock. Then he pushed her head down. Kyoko wrapped a perfectly manicured hand around his long, thick shaft and stroked it a few times. Then she began kissing and licking his cock, before she went down on him with a wanton groan. The smell, the taste, the feel of his cock stretching out her jaw, energized the gorgeous Japanese-American’s libido.

Those two men had her body singing. The butterflies burned away, replaced by a hot mushiness deep within. Tingling flowed down into her thighs, as her pussy throbbed with achy need. The harder, faster he fucked her, the more she needed it.

“Oh my, look at her go,” Ru Shi said. “What a slut.” She watched Kyoko enthusiastically fuck and suck her men a few more minutes. “You are lucky, Kyoko. Too many people know you are here, so I cannot kidnap you. But I’d love to have another beautiful woman like you as a broodmare for my… Experiments.”

Kyoko felt the cock in her mouth swell a little more, so she sucked harder, hungrier. She wanted his seed in her belly so badly. Her body changed, beginning to rise to a wonderful peak. And a moment later she got her wish.

“Yes. Eat it all, slut,” he growled as he ballooned Kyoko’s cheeks.

The busty Asian beauty swallowed it all, not losing a single drop. And as soon as he pulled out, her other lover grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as his other hand reached around to squeeze a big tit. He pounded into her like a madman for a long moment, and then sheathed himself completely inside her. Hot wetness filled her womb, and pushed the young beauty over the top.

“Aaaggh,” she cried. Orgasmic glory throbbed within, sending waves of blissful pleasure throughout her shapely, sweat-shiny body. “Oh yes. Yes.”

The other two bodyguards moved up next. The first one forced Kyoko to bend over and grab her knees. He forced his cock up her butt hole, making her cry out and gasp, head spinning. And then, once he was balls deep up her butt, Kyoko was forced to stand up and lean back against him. That’s when the other Zhànshì pressed up, cock in hand. She was lifted off her stiletto-heeled feet, legs spreading wide, and thus allowed the second man to impale her still quivering pussy on his big cock.

“Uggggh,” she groaned. “Oh Lord, double-penetration is so intense.”

“Someone sounds like she has more slut experience than I expected,” Ru Shi said, and giggled. “Fuck her, my Zhànshì. Fuck her stupid.” Then to Kyoko, “They are just the first four, my pretty. I have a lot more Zhànshì for you to service today.”

“I am yours to command,” Kyoko said. “Oooooh.”

~**~**~

Synne City, three months later…

Kunoichi flew slowly across the night sky. The university’s clock tower showed it was eleven thirty-five. The dorms were mostly dark, but she spotted a few bright windows. Students studying? Or playing video games? Ah, she remembered her college years fondly. Of course, she’d spent her late night hours fighting crime as a sidekick.

The flow of students from the nearby club district was mostly toward campus at that late hour, with many of them staggering away from the clubs. She liked to patrol there to protect the vulnerable students from muggers.

In a way, it was hard to sympathize with them, since she’d never gotten drunk in her life. As a sidekick, and now a super heroine, she couldn’t allow herself to become so helpless, so vulnerable. Honestly, she liked the taste of alcohol, but not the intoxicating effects.

A high-end Mercedes Benz sedan turned onto the Main Drag, cruising slowly up the street. Students, mostly females, were scattered up and down the sidewalk, with most of them heading towards the dorms. But everything about that sedan made Kunoichi’s hackles rise. And then the car began to slow as it closed with a hot little blonde in a fluorescent pink mini-dress. The coed had her nose in her phone, oblivious to the world.

“Oh no, not on my watch,” Kunoichi muttered, quickly descending towards them.

The Mercedes stopped, and then two men rushed out and grabbed the blonde coed. One of them pressed a white cloth over the teenager’s mouth and nose, while the other just held her thrashing body still. Kunoichi felt her temper flare, but then a dark-haired woman slipped out of the back seat of the car. A beautiful Chinese woman that Kunoichi instantly recognized.

Dr. Ru Shi Liu? Kunoichi thought, frozen in midair. Why is she kidnapping that coed?

Her alter ego’s wonderful interview with the famed scientist flashed before her mind’s eyes. It was the most pleasant interview she’d ever conducted. And Dr. Liu even let her bodyguards pass Kyoko around for many hours after the interview. She had such an amazing time, and… 

What the hell? Kunoichi thought, heart hammering. What happened?

Nothing made sense. She’d done the interview, but why did she allow them to fuck her? Really, it was a gangbang. Kyoko hadn’t thought twice about allowing them to take her two men at a time, and three men at once a few times. And Dr. Liu watched the entire time.

And then the next day, Kyoko reported on the interview in glowing terms, and promptly forgot everything that happened. How was that possible? Nothing made sense, unless she was misremembering, and none of it happened. She wanted to believe nothing happened, but…

The Mercedes sped away. That rocked the shapely heroine out of her silent reverie. A very disturbing reverie. She shook her head.

What’s wrong with me? Kunoichi thought. Dr. Liu did something to me that forced me to do all those wicked things with her men! Why would she do that?

Kunoichi’s face flamed red hot. Dr. Liu and her bodyguards drugged her somehow, and then used and abused her. Maybe it was the drug, but she’d totally forgotten all about it. So embarrassing!

“I will have my vengeance!” the busty heroine declared, starting to fly upwards.

She knew that Dr. Liu had moved out of the hotel after renting a Tudor mansion near campus. Kunoichi flew over quickly, arriving in time to catch the Mercedes sedan turning onto the estate. The Asian Avenger hovered above and watched them park the car in the circular drive, and then carry the unconscious coed into the front door. Dr. Ru Shi Liu supervised.

Kunoichi felt a deep sense of loss. Dr. Liu was a role model for so many young women, especially Asian girls. She was beautiful, feminine, and business savvy. Dr. Liu conquered the male dominated academic and business worlds. As Kyoko Anderson, she’d admired the celebrated scientist for years.

“I hate it, but this cannot be allowed to continue,” Kunoichi said. She looked up to the heavens. “A wonderful role-model will fall tonight, but justice must be served.”

The beautiful masked vigilante dropped to the front door. It was locked, and quickly proved to be reinforced. Heroine proof. So Kunoichi flew up and around, slamming feet first into a front window. The glass shattered, blasting all across the room as the determined heroine flew even faster and burst out of that shower of broken glass.

Kunoichi’s booted feet never touched the floor as she whipped from room to room. The mansion was older, and not renovated to have an open floor plan. Finding Lady Dragon and her latest victim filled her soul, so she blasted past numerous Zhànshì without engaging them.

The alarm cry went up, with men shouting angrily as they charged from room to room looking for her. Kunoichi zipped around, looking for any sign of where Lady Dragon took that poor coed. She found four men guarding a closed door near the kitchen, so the heroine plowed into them with a vengeance.

“Know my wrath, you misogynistic pigs!” she screamed.

She hit the floor and spun into a tornado of vicious roundhouses and punches. One went down right away, and then another, but the third pulled his Dao sword. Kunoichi drew her katana, and they threw themselves at each other.

Steel clashed, the man grunted when forced to parry a super heroine strong strike. Then the fourth guard joined him in the swordfight. Kunoichi swept the third guy’s feet away, and then surged up into flight, while bringing her knee up in the man’s chin. Then she performed a tight loop, to land feet first in the last man’s belly.

“Four down, Lady Dragon to go!”

Kunoichi heard the shouts and footsteps of approaching men. She didn’t have much time. So, sheathing her katana, Kunoichi ripped the door off its hinges to find it was a stairwell down into the basement. She flew straight down that dark stairwell, and burst out into a living hell of a basement.

“Holy House of Horrors!”

Kunoichi saw cages lining one wall, full of obscenely twisted creatures. On the opposite wall were chained spread-eagle a dozen beautiful young women wearing super heroine masks, nothing else, and all with swollen bellies. What vile creatures had Lady Dragon bred with them? And then a feminine grunt came out of an open door across the basement.

The masked vigilante’s eyes locked on a tall blonde. “Lady Britain” was tattooed in large letters across her chest, just below her neck. Below her name was tattooed the date of her capture, and the city: London. They were missing super heroines from nations all over the world: England, France, Russia, China, Japan, Australia, Brazil, India, and America. All tattooed with their name, date of capture, and city.

“Time to end this once and for all,” Kunoichi muttered, striding purposely toward that door.

She noticed lots of thick vegetation through the door, but didn’t see Lady Dragon or anyone else. But as soon as she stepped through the door, the coed grunted again to her left. Kunoichi froze, jaw dropping at what she beheld.

“What the hell are you doing?” the dumbfounded heroine cried.

Before her was a scene from a cheap horror movie. Lady Dragon stood next to a surgical table, wearing a gold cheongsam with a tiny red dragon design stitched in. The vile villainess accessorized with a black mask, black opera gloves, and black thigh boots. But what shocked the heroine was atop the surgical table: blonde coed already impaled upon the tentacles of a ginormous plant.

The monstrous plant was pumping phallic-tipped tentacles in and out of the coed’s pussy and butt, while another was thrust deep into her mouth. Two others were wrapped round the young beauty’s tits, squeezing them tightly. Kunoichi immediately thought about the chained super heroines lining the wall in the previous room.

Kunoichi locked eyes with Lady Dragon. “Are you mad?”

Lady Dragon bit her pouty lip, lovely brown eyes darting left and right, and then she smiled with a little shrug. “Well, I am a mad scientist, according to the news media.”

Fists clenched, jaw set with determination, Kunoichi marched toward the evil scientist. Lady Dragon smiled, and then lifted a remote control in one black-gloved hand. Kunoichi froze in place, all her senses on high alert.

“Your Object of Power protects you from projectile weapons,” Lady Dragon said. “To an extent. The magic requires the projectile to be moving above a certain speed. I have adjusted my dart gun to shoot just a bit slower.” She pressed the button, and the heroine heard POOF behind her. And then she felt a sting in her left butt cheek. “Oopsy. That’s unfortunate for you, Kunoichi-san.”

The drug hit her hard and fast. Kunoichi didn’t even have time to reach back and pull the red-feathered dart out of her butt cheek. Her thoughts quickly faded to nothing, while she teetered atop her tall stilettos. All of her thoughts and concerns were washed away in a flash, and serenity filled the beautiful young super heroine.

“You are mine to command, Kunoichi-san,” Lady Dragon said.

“I am yours to command.”

“Assume one of those arrogant super heroine poses,” Lady Dragon commanded.

Kunoichi’s booted feet spread shoulder width apart, her hands came up to rest up on well-rounded hips, and her back bowed just enough to thrust out her large tits. Chin high, she stared straight ahead. Lady Dragon’s stilettos clattered on the hard concrete floor as she sauntered over, her face full of wicked glee.

“You’ll make a fine addition to my stable of super brood mares, Kunoichi-san,” she purred. She cupped a large, heavy boob, gave it a sweet little squeeze, and then grinned. “Don’t move a muscle, my pretty. I want to introduce you to my favorite.”

“I obey,” Kunoichi intoned, barely a thought stirring.

“But first, shall we see who is hiding behind this mask?” Lady Dragon asked, looking excited as she pressed up close. “Such a pretty little thing.”

The evil scientist took a moment to fondle the captured heroine’s tits, stroke her long ponytail, and then take away the sheathed katana. The sword went clattered away across the floor. Then her gloved fingers reached down to stroke the helpless heroine’s barely covered pussy.

“Oh my, very hot to the touch,” Lady Dragon whispered sexily. “And so wet.”

Lady Dragon unwrapped the golden sash around Kunoichi’s tiny waist, tossing it aside. Then she found the wrap-around battle-dress’s fastener, and quickly stripped Kunoichi out of it. That left the shapely Eurasian in nothing but mask, choker, gloves, thong, and boots.

“Is the metal choker your Object of Power?”

“It is.”

The gorgeous villainess quickly removed the shiny black steel choker, sending it clattering away toward the discarded sword. The heroine’s steel bracers quickly followed. And then she just ripped the flimsy black thongs off Kunoichi’s flaring hips.

“Mmm, lovely. Such a pretty pussy,” Lady Dragon purred into Kunoichi’s ear, even as she started rubbing those sopping wet folds. Kunoichi’s back bowed, lips pulling apart as a gasp escaped. “I don’t like this mask. It keeps me from seeing your pretty lips.”

Lady Dragon’s eyes narrowed as her hands rose to Kunoichi’s masked face. She curled her fingers under the top edge of the black ninja mask, and slowly pulled it down off her face.

“Kyoko? Is that really you, little reporter?”

“It is,” Kunoichi said obediently.

“Wonderful. We’re going to have so much fun, Kyoko-Kunoichi,” Lady Dragon purred, and claimed the heroine’s lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

Lady Dragon slowly pulled away from the kiss, and then began a slow walk around her newest acquisition. Her eyes and hands were all over Kunoichi’s spectacular body.

“You’re going to make a beautiful brood mare for my experiments,” she purred, and moved her right foot forward. “Kneel, kow-tow, and kiss it, Kunoichi-san.”

Kunoichi’s eyes focused on the shiny black patent thigh boot. She licked her lips, and then dropped to all fours. First, she pressed her forehead to the floor. Lady Dragon placed her stiletto-heeled foot atop the heroine’s head.

“I win. You lose,” Lady Dragon said. “Now suffer the consequences of your weakness, slave.”

Kunoichi focused on her mistress’s boot the second she put it back on the floor. The vanquished vigilante gave the toe of the expensive designer boot a sweet, loving kiss. Then she felt her libido flare, pussy starting to throb with achy need. Her breath whooshed out, before she smothered that beautiful boot with kisses. She kissed it from toe to stiletto heel, and back. Then the sexy heroine began licking, kissing, and nuzzling the thigh boot, from the heel up, up, up.

“Don’t stop there, Kunoichi-san,” Lady Dragon taunted when she reached the top edge of her thigh boot.

The Japanese-American beauty started kissing and licking Lady Dragon’s silky smooth thigh, slowly working her way up. The Chinese beauty pulled her dress up above her well-rounded hips to expose a completely waxed bare pussy. Kunoichi buried her face in that hot, wet snatch and lapped hungrily at her love juices.

Lady Dragon’s eyes fluttered closed, as her head lolled around. The sweetest sensations rippled through her amazing body.

“Oh, Kunoichi-san, you have real talent,” she whispered. “Are you a lesbian?”

“No,” Kunoichi said. “But I experimented in college.”

“Didn’t we all,” Lady Dragon said wistfully.

Kunoichi grabbed Lady Dragon’s hips, and then really went to town on her mistress’s pussy. She rubbed her face all over that slick cunt, licked and sucked on her fleshy folds. When the evil scientist’s engorged clit peeked out from under its hood, the vanquished heroine nibbled and sucked on it with enthusiasm, quickly pushing Lady Dragon over the top.

“Aaaggh. Ooooh, yes,” Lady Dragon cried. She pushed Kunoichi away, and teetered a moment atop her stilettos, a look of pure bliss on her lovely face. “That was wonderful, but enough playtime. It’s time to put your fine, heroic butt to work as a broodmare. Back on your feet, Kunoichi-san. Assume that lovely super heroine pose again.”

“I am yours to command.”

Kunoichi watched Lady Dragon walked over to a large bushy plant atop a very large planter on wheels. Lady Dragon leaned over, displaying a beautiful formed butt, while she punched something into the display on the planter. Then she turned to stride back toward Kunoichi. The monster plant followed, its planter’s small, hard wheels loud on the concrete floor.

“Kunoichi-san, please make the intimate acquaintance of my favorite inseminator plant, Frankie,” Lady Dragon said. Then she smiled at the plant, which stopped just inches in front of Kunoichi. “Bon appétit, Frankie.”

The busty super heroine stared at the menacing plant, not sure what to think. What did her mistress mean by ‘make intimate acquaintance’ with her favorite? Was her emphasis the answer? And then she saw the big plant shake, before thick tentacles began coming out from behind the cover of all those large leaves. Half of the tentacles had those phallic-tips currently molesting the coed, while the others had suction cups at their tips. And then it registered. Kunoichi knew what Lady Dragon wanted of her.

“I am yours to command,” Kunoichi said. “I obey.”

“I love mind control drugs,” Lady Dragon purred. “Just stand there, Kunoichi-san. Frankie will do all the work. All you have to do is not resist, and enjoy.”

Thick, slimy tentacles reached out for Kunoichi. Part of her mind wanted to recoil, to run away. But she had her orders: Stand there without resisting and… Enjoy. Still, her breath caught when that first phallic-tipped tentacle poked at her pussy.

Kunoichi’s jaw dropped, eyes huge, when Frankie forced his too big phallus between her folds, right up to her entrance, and then thrust hard up into her.

“Uggh!”

“Aww, the internationally-recognized mating call of sexy super heroines,” Lady Dragon said, and giggled. “I’ll never get tired of listening to you super sluts grunting and groaning. It’s the sweetest music to my ears.”

Another tentacle slithered her Kunoichi’s bare back, before slipping around both elbows and pulling them behind her back. That tentacle wrapped itself around her arms from elbows to wrists, binding her arms securely while two more tentacles wrapped around her large, firm tits.

“Oooooh,” she cried when those tentacles wrapped tighter and tighter around her boobs, until they mushroomed and turned bright red. And then suction cup tipped tentacles covered her aroused nipples. Kunoichi immediately felt stingers pierce her sensitive nipples. “Aaaggh.”

Some kind of venom or something was injected into her tits, because she felt her boobs start to tingle and heat up. So uncomfortably hot! Kunoichi wiggled and writhed, whipping her head back and forth. So much stimulation. Too much. Too much. She felt her body changing, becoming hot and tingling inside and out. Her breathing was fast and shallow, and sweat prickled her satiny flesh. And then another phallic-tipped tentacle pushed up between her firm, round butt cheeks.

“Uggggh!” she cried when it penetrated her anus, wiggling its way up deeper, deeper, deeper. At the same time, the tentacle up her pussy finally tapped her cervix, so started a sweet pumping action. Her back bowed even more, and her mind went blank. “Oooooooh.”

As if waiting for her lips to part again, a third phallic-tentacle thrust into her mouth, forcing the hapless heroine’s jaw so wide it ached. Her eyes popped open, and then rolled up. Three slimy phalluses thrust into her three orifices, faster and faster. It was as if the plant was getting aroused, excited, ready to explode inside her.

“Mmmmgggh,” she groaned, feeling that surge to climax start deep inside.

Kunoichi’s body took over, moving of its own accord. She bucked and writhed, wiggled and jerked. But Frankie the fucking plant remained relentless, determined. And then she felt suction intensify around her nipples. It hurt so good. Her tits got hotter, and then… The heroine felt milk flow.

Lady Dragon squealed with delight, clapping her hands. “Yes, Kunoichi-san, feed Frankie your super-powered mother’s milk. Feed her well. Oh, here it comes! The seed! Yes, Frankie, plant your seed in this pathetic super heroine’s womb.”

The vanquished masked vigilante didn’t really understand, until her eyes fluttered open to see a bulge moving down the tentacle. Moving toward her vagina. A moment later, Kunoichi felt the phallus thrusting up her pussy suddenly swell. No, not swell. The large seed was passing through. The tentacle pushed up against her cervix again, and she felt it deposit that seed inside her.

“Mmmmmgggh!” she cried around the phallus thrusting into her mouth.

That seed energized her body in a way she’d never felt before. And pushed her over the top. Kunoichi’s body bowed up dramatically, while she screamed her pleasure around the phallus. Intense pulses in her core sent out waves of orgasmic bliss.

“Another nosy super heroine is bred,” Lady Dragon said, sounding so satisfied. “Or as they’d say here in America, another super heroine bites the dust.”

Frankie suddenly relaxed, and withdrew from her body. Zhànshì were waiting to grab Kunoichi before she collapsed. Kunoichi’s limp body was carried back into the first room, and over to the wall of breeding super heroines. She was strapped spread-eagle to that wall, using steel cuffs.

“Don’t worry, Kunoichi-san, the germination period is only two weeks,” Lady Dragon purred into the still gasping super heroine’s ear. “And then I’ll breed you again, and again, and again. It’s almost impossible to wreck an Amazon’s body, but you know my plants and I will try our best.” She kissed the helpless heroine. “Do not even think about escape. You are mine to use, abuse, and command.”

“I am yours to command,” Kunoichi said, and her mind went still.

The End