I don't own DC… but I own my shame.
At what point did everything start to go wrong?
She stumbled into the alleyway, clutching at her stomach as a steady drip-drip-drip of blood seeped out onto the pavement as she shuffled down the alleyway. She wasn't a bad girl… at least… she's never KILLED anyone.
Sure, she broke a few of the clan laws, snuck out, got a day job. Sucked some gaijin dicks at night in Shinjuku. But she wasn't a BAD person… she was just a naughty one. She didn't deserve to DIE, alone, in a foreign city trying to make a real life for herself…
She's always been a little WEIRD for a ninja clan. As old as the Sengoku era and one of the few remaining Ninja clans still active… granted, it helped because their ninja clan was originally a clandestine brothel girl operation and only later became a FULL-ON ninja clan after one brothel girl seduced an Oda Ninja and was integrated. They were originally a clan of seductresses, entertainers, seducers… if she was born in Sengoku Era Japan… she'd be miserable, but she'd still be perfect for the clan.
In the more modern era, though, she was more of a modern girl than a modern ninja. Something the elders recognized, and after catching her escaping the village to work her part-time job as a barista one too many times… they decided to cut her loose and let her live her life. All she had to do was one mission for the clan. Retrieve a jade hairclip currently on display in a Gotham museum.
It was a simple switch, in and out; she didn't even have to suck any guard's dicks… she could, but she didn't have to. Even a mediocre ninja like her could've done it, and one tight squeeze later. She swapped out the comb, replaced it with an imitation, and squeezed her big, bound breasts back through the surprisingly spacious vents.
Oh… that's where everything went wrong.
For whatever reason that she couldn't fathom, once she got out into the night and privately celebrated her newfound freedom… the league of assassins attacked her. She barely managed to escape; they were after the comb for whatever reason. As far as she knew, it was just a hunk of jade the Elders wanted, and they were testing her to retrieve it to prove her independence…
One slash across the gut later and she was on the run, resisting the urge to scream and give away her position even if the blood she was leaving behind was more than enough of a guideline…
Where was she even going? Where COULD she go? The safehouse was too far, and the assassins would find her easily at this rate. If she gave them the comb, she'd be condemned to the ninja village for the rest of her life… Either she'd be a loyal ninja or breeding stock for the next generation… but if she didn't give them the comb, she had no doubt they'd kill her and take it anyway.
…At least it was raining now; it might wash away the blood trail, giving her a chance. The league were not bloodhounds; it's not like they could- "EEP!" she stepped on a wet piece of paper, slipped, and fell onto her big bound breasts. "Like… OW…" she groaned, though the pain in her tits was only secondary to the gaping WOUND on her stomach… that was TOTALLY going to ruin her tan. She struggled to stand up, clawing at a trash can as she grimaced in pain. "Ow. OW…" she moaned. "Why ME…" she whined disdainfully before getting back to her feet. "…?" She sensed them before she saw them, which was lucky because she immediately fell back to the ground as four pointed shurikens buried themselves into the trash can she had been standing beside.
Panicking, she crawled desperately away, but they appeared to be toying with her now. She saw them approaching her from behind, not making a sound even in the rapidly growing puddles of water. These weren't some brothel girl ninjas; these were the league of assassins. She was dead… she was dead, and this was just a game to them…
She wished she could've eaten cake one last time. Take pictures with her barista coworkers who were nice people. Sing Karaoke one more time… she slumped against the brick wall watching the pair of masked killers approaching her, drawing large scimitars… not very assassin-y… oh. Wait… right… she chuckled at the stupid nerd trivia shifting through her pink-haired head. Assassins came from the Middle East… so… scimitars are very assassin… She raised her dark brown eyes up towards the sword as it gleamed in the streetlight.
…Man… she really wished she got laid just one more time…
WHOOSH. "GAAGH!?!" his dazed eyes focused as the assassin was sent hurtling to the ground, hit by a flat tire, trash from the alleyway most likely. Cursing angrily, he got back to his feet.
"Gentlemen." The woman's voice echoed in her head as she tried to see who was talking, but she had lost a lot of blood, and her adrenaline was wearing off. "I will give you a choice. You can leave now and claim that your target destroyed the object you seek before you killed her. OR… I can send along a message telling him that. Regardless. Let's make this quick; we have a shift to get to." The assassins brandished their blades as the woman sighed. "Fine, the hard way it is. Darcy"
"Yes, Mother?"
"Remove them."
"Yes, Mother." With a WHOOSH, something silver rushed past her towards the assassins, and all she heard after was screaming followed by-
"Get her in the van." Her eyes closed as a towering woman's shape bent down and easily lifted her in her arms. She drifted in and out of consciousness for a while… mentions of 'Batman' and 'drive faster'… her consciousness briefly returned, and she gazed up at a purple-haired girl, a large redhead, and a green redhead holding her down.
"Almost done!" said the purple-haired girl, with sharp pain directed towards her bleeding stomach. "Just keep her still."
"Sugar, you sure don't have any anesthetic?" asked the big redhead.
"WHY would I have anesthetic!?" she snapped. "It's not like I have stores of it at home!"
"Phoebe." Said the other redhead with a soft, kind voice. "I think she's waking up."
The purple-haired woman grumbled but kept working. "SHIT. UH…"
"BUGGER." Another redhead, her eyes briefly flashing yellow, loomed over her with a scowl on her face. Her hands held her head, and she felt an odd warmth seep into her skin through her fingers. "SLEEP." She didn't see the woman's mouth move, but she heard her voice… The woman's yellow eyes flickered, and she felt the irresistible urge to close her eyes. "It looks like she's going back to sleep." Said the voice she heard in her head, but this time out loud. "Hurry it up, girl; who knows when she'll wake again."
"You could HELP rather than complain, Demona." Said the purple-haired woman's stress-filled voice.
"I am…" and she was out again despite the searing pain in her stomach.
…Her eyes, slowly, blinked open… and she found herself on a small but comfortable couch. She blinked, looking around, then sat up. "AH…" hissing, she wrapped her arm around her bandaged stomach… her HUGE breasts bouncing free from their bindings as she looked herself over… she'd been patched and stitched up…
What time was it? Where was she? What day was it? What happened?
"It's 10:09 AM." Said a voice, answering her unsaid questions. "You are in my home. It's Friday. Three days after you were attacked." She looked around, spotting a purple-eyed woman sitting in a nearby comfy armchair in the corner of the room, apparently doing crosswords without looking up. "And as to what happened, I saved you." She put her pen down on the book and let her purple eyes flick towards her. "If you want SPECIFICS, I had my girls save you on my instructions. Sew you up. And made sure you healed… once your stitches come out, you won't even see a scar."
An attractive and tall dark-skinned woman suddenly passed by the living room, with long luxurious black hair in a ponytail. "Bye, master. I'll see you at work!" she cheered.
"Stop calling me master, Arwa." The purple-eyed woman replied as the beautiful woman waved to the busty ninja and left. "Now then there is the matter of YOU, Miss Kunoichi." Her eyes widened as the purple-eyed woman stared into her soul, and she felt the urge to deny everything as her village trained her to do.
"I don't speak English." She said in Japanese
"That's fine. I can speak Japanese." The purple-eyed woman replied, before adding. "Although I find it tedious, I know you speak and understand English. I'd rather just get to the point. So drop the act. Please. It's embarrassing."
"UUUUGH." She replied petulantly, "Like, GOD, how badly did I fuck up?" she mumbled, dropping her composure in a heartbeat and speaking like a woman who THOUGHT how a Western valley girl spoke.
"Believe it or not? Not that badly." The purple-eyed woman replied, crossing her legs in a professional stance. "Your mission was, in the end, a success. You stole the Jade comb without the museum noticing and returned it to the hidden village." She stared at the purple-eyed woman in surprise.
"Like… how did I do that? How am I even alive?"
"It was a group effort." She replied, "As stated before. AS to how the village received the comb, I sent it through… express mail. Along with a message."
"…What message?" she asked curiously.
"That, for all the village is concerned, you are dead. You are hereby free of your obligations and are now an independent woman, former kunoichi aside. So now… we need to decide what to do with you." She smirked, "…So. How would you like a job?"
"A job? What do you need a Ninja for?"
"I don't need a ninja." She said, "…But I can always make use of another slut."
"…Uh. What?" she replied as the woman's purple eyes twinkled.
"Like you aren't interested in it?" she replied confidently. "…Let's start with introductions. I'm Orders. As in. I give them. You take them… and I own and run Gotham Superbabes… now. Would you like to tell me who you are? Or would you like me to tell you?"
Two weeks later
The woman in the mirror was called Katana… though she did not LOOK like Katana. She looked like someone took a Gyaru slut with J-cup titties and smashed her together with the real Katana. Starting from the bottom, not her bottom, which was reasonably tight from Ninjutsu training, thick white Kogal socks covered her black fuck me platform heels. Her thick thighs were wrapped by short shorts so short that the straps of her high-riding leopard-print thong were displayed. A red belt over that and her toned, scarless waspy waist and stomach.
Then we come to her breasts wrapped tightly in a front laced up corset displaying her plentiful J-cup cleavage and bulging breasts, with skimpy tan lines stretching over the curves and up around her shoulder hidden by a black fur lined short jacket, furry black bracelets, and thick white lipstick on her plump cock-suckers popping against her tanned face which was half covered by a white mask. Her pink hair was straight and curly at the tips, and topping it all off was a White peaked cap with a Japanese red sun in the center.
Gyaru slut Katana was making her Superbabes delivery debut.
She hummed, finished applying her white gyaru lips, pursed them together before smacking them, smiling broadly before standing up and stretching in front of the make-up vanity. Her amazingly sized breasts wobbled in her laced-up corset as she picked up the Tanto-shaped rubber sword with a fuzzy hilt and strapped it to her red belt. She smiled as she strutted out of the locker room, the dildo bouncing off her hip like it was trying to spank the ass it would most likely be shoved up later.
"Konbanwa!" She cheered happily, swinging around the corner pillar of Orders' counter like an amateur pole dancer before dropping her powerful Oppai on the marble top. She smiled beautifully at Orders, whose purple eyes flicked up to her masked face. "How do I look?" she said, posing with double peace fingers and winking at Orders. Yaya, who was watching and not on duty, tilted her head with White Rabbit, who was on duty, like confused puppies.
"NOTHING like Katana." They said honestly as Superbabes' Katana frowned at them.
"That's fine." Orders said casually.
"Is it?" Yaya asked, surprised.
"Aren't we known for being surprisingly accurate?" White Rabbit added, but Orders' purple eyes flickered at the Ex-JAV starlet, who averted her beautiful blue eyes with a lazy smile.
"We are. However, we are ALSO known for catering to certain tastes. Which she is." Orders gestured to Gyaru Katana and she grinned prettily again at them and winked playfully. Gyaru looks aside; she also had MASSIVE breasts and was a SLUT… if that didn't mean she was a natural superbabe and a walking fetish, nothing did. "Now. Take the picture."
"Right. Over here, Katana." Yaya said with a shrug as White Rabbit approached the counter.
"Where did you find this one?"
"Dying in a back alley." Orders noted seriously as White Rabbit raised an eyebrow under her mask and laughed.
"I am not surprised anymore." She waved to Orders, then went out to walk the floor as Yaya consistently took pictures of Katana.
"Alright. We're good-HEY." Katana snatched the camera from her hand, raised it up, and with another peace sign, stuck out her tongue, winked, and took a selfie.
"That's your money shot." She said cheerily as Yaya scowled at her, snatching the Camera back.
"Excuse you? Who's the professional here?" Katana just smiled, raised her sparkly, nailed hands defensively as Yaya handed Orders the camera, who looked over the pictures, and posted the selfie. "…Really?"
"She's not wrong." Orders admitted as Gyaru Katana's big Japanese tits were displayed in the corset. "Now get going, or you'll be late." She had another gallery showing today.
"Right. Thanks, Orders." She waved as Orders grunted, doing sudoku as Katana waved her off.
"Laters." Katana said, before strutting to the counter and smiling at Orders, "Did you get what I asked for?"
"Before you even asked for it." Orders said, putting a cocktail shaker on the table.
"Ooh!" She grabbed the glittery gold cocktail shaker. "You went all out."
"Why would I not?" Orders said, eyeing her curiously as she winked. "Now get to work."
"Wait until these guys get a load of my special cocktail!" she said. "It was a hit in Shinjuku!"
"Mmn." Orders replied, waving a hand as Katana strutted onto the floor to approving cheers of the patrons at the appearance of a new girl. Orders continued to play sudoku for about another hour, when the inevitable happened, and she reached for the phone.
Time: 9:09 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-Click
"Superbabes, we deliver."
"The.....Katana bowl."
"One Katana Gyudon rice bowl. Anything else?"
"Delivered by Katana, that's how this works, right?"
"Yes. We expect her back within 60 minutes or less, or the police will be informed; you will be charged upon completion of the delivery. Name and address, please."
Sonoaida
Orders hung up the phone, writing the receipt out, "Katana." But it's possible she wasn't heard over the cheers. "KATANA!"
"Hai." She jiggled back into the lounge, various tips shoved into her clothes, and the golden cocktail shaker bouncing about between her breasts, snugly held in place as she made sure it was shaken and stirred. "Yeah?"
"You got one." Orders said, holding up the receipt as Katana smiled.
"Oh! Awesome." She said, wrapping one arm around her breasts and pulling the shaker out between them as she put it down on the counter. Followed by all the tips she got, stacking them neatly before taking the receipt as food slid across the table. "Like, back in a while." She jiggled towards the back door with the food, pulling out her phone.
"Leave the phone." Orders noted absently as she groaned.
"UGH. FINE." She walked into the locker room.
"Put it in your locker." Orders paused. "I'll know if you didn't," she added as Katana then huffily walked back out. "You shouldn't drive with your phone anyway." She added as Katana scoffed.
"I wasn't going to drive." She added, as Orders corrected herself, in Japanese.
"You shouldn't ninja run and use your phone."
"UGH. I've done it before!" she replied petulantly, before stepping out into the parking lot.
"Not working for me." Orders said firmly as the busty Gyaru waved a glittery fingered hand before walking away and turning down a corner, vanishing into shadows.
A woman like her, in fuck me platform heels, should not have been able to leap from roof to roof in such rapid momentum and skill with the speed she did, but she was trained as a kunoichi for over 20 years, and only SOME of that was in her favorite lessons: sexual techniques, seduction… standard slutty skills that came naturally from a ninja clan that was once a collection of brothel girls and merged with more legitimate clans… her being a slutty Gyaru also helped. With the sex techniques, not the running from roof-to-roof thing. Being a Gyaru actually doesn't help all that much with that, believe it or not.
Still though, with amazing speed she 'landed,' so to speak, in the suburbs of Gotham. Receipt in one hand, food in the other, and her tongue wrapped around a lollipop that she somehow got ahold of leaping from roof to roof. She flicked it around with her tongue, the stick bouncing about in her lips as she looked around for the right address, ignoring the dog walker who ALMOST tripped over his own dog, getting a second look at the wandering slutty girl.
But she ignored him, bouncing off the sidewalk and towards a house that has seen better days. Her hips popped in her natural strut as she stepped up onto the porch. She slipped the receipt into her bag before smiling around the lollipop stick, raising her fist, and knocking loudly on the door.
"Superbabes."
Time: 9:25 PM. Place: Gotham Suburbs (House that's seen better days)
"Special delivery Service." She finished and waited only a few minutes before the door opened, and she grinned broadly. "Ohaiyo!" She held up a peace sign and winked as she waved it.
The older man, probably pushing early forties, looked worse than the house. He had a terrible 5 o'clock shadow; he wore plaid boxers, mostly red but also white, black, and pink. His T-shirt was stained but at least covered his beer belly; he had balding blonde hair, and what hair he had left he didn't seem to take care of, and his blue eyes looked a little red but clear, despite the booze smell.
She let herself in before closing the door and handing him his food with another wink. "Here you go!" she said, bouncing inside as he watched her. "I'm Katana. And, like, I'm here for a short time and a good time." She said, smiling in his living room, which seemed half empty… As if half the things that used to be then were suddenly gone… and judging by the smashed wedding photos and tan lines on his ring finger, she accurately guessed that he was probably, very recently, divorced.
He dropped the battle axe and now wanted to sharpen his sword… or dagger, probably a dagger. She smiled as he seemed taken aback by her; she raised her hand again and gave him another peace sign, before resting it on her face and sticking her tongue between them, curling it enticingly at him and inviting him to come play.
"…You… are not what I expected." He said before taking his food out of the superbabes branded bag and placing it in the microwave. "…Are you really Japanese?" he asked as she pouted her cock sucking lips at him.
"Ah!? Like, excuse you!?" she said, mildly insulted even if she had to admit she DID sound like a blonde valley girl from Coast City. "Of COURSE I'm Japanese! Bakayarou!" she scolded him as he jumped. "Like, WOW, did you expect me to come in here and ask to give you sucky-sucky? Love you long time?" she said mockingly as he grimaced.
"W-Well no but-"
"You want me too?" she asked, grinning lustfully and licking her lips as she approached him, reaching up and grabbing her big breasts in her tightly laced corset, squeezing them as they threatened to leap out the top, or her nipples sliding between the laces. "Mmn…" she pressed her breasts to his chest as his stomach bulged on hers. Her hand reached down and grabbed a fistful of gaijin cock as he sighed, shivering as if it's been ages since anyone but him has touched his cock… maybe including him. "Because I will."
"What?" he gasped as his cock pulsated in her firm but rather loose grip.
"Sucky-sucky…" she mimed the sucking of cock with her free hand, poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue as she continued. "Gluck-gluck-gluck…" she giggled girlishly as he moaned and his hands grabbed her waist, rubbing her slowly as if marveling that a woman could look and feel like her. "Mmn…" she kissed his chest, and nick, licking his 5 o'clock shadow as she giggled. "I want to suck that Gaijin cock." She pressed her body to him, eyes rolling under her mask as she moaned longingly. "Come on… I want to fuck. You didn't order me for nothing, right?" she whined longingly as he gritted his teeth.
"…I might have been a little drunk… and lonely… mostly lonely. It's been a long time, and that was before my BITCH of a wife divorced me."
"I don't care about your wife." She said bluntly, but continued grinding, rubbing, and kissing. "I only care about fucking and money. You have money. You fuck me." She moaned, tongue sliding in his ear as her poisoned, honeyed words sent a message straight to his cock. "As hard as you want." Feeling it in her hand, "Whatever you want." She nibbled his ear, and he groaned, his bulge getting sticky in her hand. "I have a big sloppy mouth, a warm wet pussy, and a tight tempting asshole… all three LOVE Gaijin dick."
Her lips pressed against his cheeks over and over. "Mmgh. Mmn… ready to fuck me now?" she moaned, as his cock twitched with every kiss. "Tell me what to do. I'll do whatever you want." She moaned as the man, probably twice her age, let the beast out. "Oh-mgmh!" she moaned as he grabbed her face, sloppily kissing her, drooling into her mouth as she moaned, her hand sliding from his cock to his head, pulling him deeper as his hands then grabbed at her heavy tits bound by her corset. "Mmgh! Mmah… more!" she cooed, tongue thrashing his back into his mouth, squirming it around instead as his hands sank into her breasts.
Katana giggled girlishly as she sucked on his tongue, but he pushed her away, then rested his hands on her shoulders, apparently drunk on lust rather than beer. "I'm going to do everything to you I couldn't do you, my wife!"
"Oooh! That's the spirit, Oji-san!" she cheered, only to feel his hands on the top of her cap, and pushing her to her knees; her hands were already at his boxers, yanking them down to the floor and extending her tongue to kiss his cock hello. "Mmgh!" slurping loudly before he could even finish saying-
"Suck my co-ooooh…"
"Mmgh! Mmgh! SLURP!" She slid her white cock suckers up his shaft before 'gumming' his cock back down, leaving prints of her white lips around his… average-sized dick. "Mmn! Mmn-hmmn-hmmn!" smiling around his dick and gazing up at him as she sucked his cock like a good bad girl, her tongue coiling and curling around him like a hotdog.
"Ooh…!" he shivered, pushing into her mouth as he'd never felt the lips of a Japanese gyaru slut before… pushing into her face as she sucked dick like it was her purpose in life. "Oooh keep sucking!" he hissed, feeling her manicured nails clawing at his flabby ass. "OOH!" thrusting into her face on instinct.
"Mmgh! Mgh! SLURP! AH…" her tongue sliding out to tickle his sack as he buried his cock into her throat. Her eyes rolled up into a sexy ahegao look as she drooled and slobbered, dribbling into her cleavage as her tits pressed against his legs and her arms wrapped around his waist like a belt.
"UUGH!" Semen burst from his cock and straight down her throat unimpeded as she happily swallowed, gazing up at him, her eyes sparkling as she made him cum. "Oooh!" he gazed down at her, rubbing her pink-haired head as she smiled. "Oh, my god."
"Mmn…" she slurped up his shaft as it slipped from her white lips, "Ah…" mouth open and tongue lolling out to show him her empty mouth. "Oji-san, you had a lot backed up, she slurped wetly on his limp cock. "Hee-hee…" brushing her teeth with it, grinning mischievously.
"I've never had a blowjob before." He gasped excitedly as she started stroking him, cooing pityingly.
"Oooh, that's so sad. Your wife was a prude." She slid her big tits up his chest, grinning prettily in his face. "I'm not." She said, feeling him twitching in her slippery stroking grip. "Oh." He grabbed her ass. "OOooh." And her tits, rubbing both as she giggled.
"I need to get hard again." He said, before burying his face into her tits as she laughed, pushing them around his face. "Oooooh god!"
"So horny!" she cheered. "I like it!" Then, taking his face in her hand, she pulled him to the couch. "Come here, Oji-san." And pushed him onto the couch as he gazed up at her… she bent over, her heavy breasts hanging in front of his face as she gazed into his eyes. "I'm a MASTER at getting gaijins hard." She whispered sensually, and he almost got rock hard right then and there. She stood upright, grabbing her fur-lined jacket and began to peel it off her tanned body, "Mmn…" stretching as she tossed it aside, then tossing her pink hair before sultrily gazing at Oji-san with a smile. She unbuckled her belt, the dangling fuzzy sword dildo with it as she tossed that aside too, sliding her hands up her smooth, toned stomach and squeezing her big breasts in the hard-working corset as it struggled to maintain her massive tit-flesh. She licked her lips slowly as she let them go; they wobbled tantalizingly as she slid her hands down her hips. Not breaking eye contact with Oji-san as he got harder and harder by the second. Her fingers slipped into her pants and pushed them down to the floor, now standing in a leopard-print G-string thong, the corset, cap, and mask.
Playing with the strings of her G-string, she wiggled her hips as they stretched and bit into her silky folds as she playfully bit her tongue and approached him on her platform fuck me heels. Letting her string snap back onto her tan lines she reached up to her tits and squeezed them again, rubbing and lifting them in her corset as she knelt down between his legs and slid his cock between her silky laces of her corset, squeezed between her breasts as she giggled.
"I know you want to cum, Oji-san." She purred, "But don't… just let me sharpen you up a little!" She squeezed her breasts around him as he gasped, feeling the pressure of her bombastic breasts squeezing around him as she dropped them onto his lap and rolled her tits around him, grinning up at him as she felt him squirming helplessly under her, bucking his hips into her cleavage. She mostly ignored his cock, only smiling prettily in his face as she massaged it with her big soft breasts. "MMn… I feel it throbbing, Oji-san… it wants to spurt all over me…" she cooed in a sing-song tone. She squeezed her tits firmly around him, and went still, feeling him throbbing eagerly before abruptly standing up.
Pre-cum spurted from his cock once it was freed from her laced corset. She tugged at a few of the strings, and as if activating some secret combination, it suddenly unraveled, and her HUGE breasts spilled out as the corset opened on its own and fell to the floor. She immediately cupped her hands under them, lifting them up as he stared at them in awe, tan lines and all. She ran her tongue down her right tit before sucking in her nipple. "Mmn! POP!" pulling away with a grin, she let them drop before sliding her hand over her leopard print g-string. "…Haah…" she sighed, worming her body towards him, her huge breasts wobbling and jiggling subtly as she hooked and rubbed at her pussy.
Her head rolled back as she rubbed at herself through her g-string before sliding her hand under her leopard thong for direct access, "Haah… aah…" squeezing her tit with her left hand, "Are you ready?" she whispered, "Are you ready to FUCK this tight little pussy, Oji-san?" biting her bottom lip as she sped up, her pussy squelching loudly under her g-string as Oji-san growled.
"YES." He hissed.
"You got to come get me, Oji-san." She teased as he hesitated, before reaching out and grabbing her by the breasts, pulling her onto his lap. "Oh!" Her breasts bulged against his chest as she grinned in his face, tongue darting out to flick rapidly on his lips as she ground on his lap, his hands grabbing at her ass as she giggled again, gasping as she felt his cock rubbing against her crotch as she stroked his dick with her wet silk g-string. "Put it in me, Oji-san… ah!" she gasped as he grabbed her pink hair, "Mmn!" and tugged aside her G-string, exposing her folds, practically shaking in excitement as he slipped his tip in her. "Yes. Ha! Ah… Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!" she whined softly, as he moaned into her neck. "Mmn!"
Twisting his fist in her hair, close to the scalp, pulling her down onto his cock as he pushed it up into her. "Mmgh!" sucking on her bronzed skin. "Ugh! Haah… you're! TIGHT…"
"YEAH!" she giggled, "Aah! Ah!" slamming onto him, throwing herself back down on his cock as he bucked up into her. "I told you! I told you, Oji-san! Tight pussy!!" she squeezed down on him using the ancient art of Gyaru fucking. "Oooh! Ooh!!" doing it harder. "YES…" and just a little bit of Ninjitsu.
"UUgh!!" she pushed up suddenly, her big breasts bouncing up and down as she jiggled on his lap, "Oh fuck! Oh god!" he watched them hypnotically jiggling in his face as she rode him, harder and harder. "Ahh! Ah!!"
"I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming on you gaijin dick Oji-san!" she howled, throwing her head back, squeezing her breasts as she gyrated. "I love gaijin COOOOCK!" she howled, her voice guttural as she climaxed, tightening up around him as he grabbed her waist, held her down on his lap as she felt his balls clenching against her, "Haah…" gasping erotically in his face, feeling his balls pump in his load inside her highly trained pussy. "MMN!!" she giggled, leaning against him again and writhing on his trembling cock still planted inside her even as he got flaccid. Her kunoichi pussy kept a tight grip. "Oji-san, I hope you're not too tired." She teased, "What happened to doing to me what you wanted to do to your wife?"
Seemingly encouraged, he pushed himself upright, and grabbing her breasts, he lifted them, burying his face into her tits. "Oooh!" she shimmied, bouncing them on his cheeks and giggling as he grabbed at her ass. "Oooh…"
He stood up, awkwardly, holding her ass in his hands as he kept his cock inside her, shuffling around the couch, or about to, he hesitated and reached down, grabbing the fuzzy end of her 'tanto'. She giggled, arms and legs wrapping around him as he abruptly pushed the smooth end of the tanto up her ass. "HAaaah…" gasping happily as she felt the fuzzy tsube pressed against her ass cheeks. "Ooh…!"
"You're a dirty girl…" he moaned, twisting the dildo inside her as she squeaked into his lips. "Mmgh!"
"I'm NASTY Oji-san…" she licked his face whorishly, laughing as he carried her awkwardly to his bedroom.
"Oh!" With her tanto dildo still hilt-deep in her ass she was tossed on the bed, laying on her side, she just smiled as he grabbed her leg and raised it. Her other leg on the floor off the bed as he rested her raised leg against his body, grabbed the dildo and her right tit, before pulling on both as he thrust into her pussy. "Aaaoooh! Oooh!" she gasped as he twisted the dildo with his thrusting hips, her raised foot curling on his shoulder, her fuck me heel buried into his shoulder. "Ooh! Oooh!!"
"Take this sword in your ass!" he said, slamming into both her holes with various lengths of pleasure sticks. "Take my cock!"
"YES! OJI-SAN! MORE! HARDER." She growled as he pounded away at her, "Ngh! Aah! Ah! Ah!!" her eyes rolling as she flopped on her back, still fucked sideways by him as he lost interest in double penetrating her holes. He yanked the tanto out of her butt as she gasped erotically, twitching in orgasm as he pulled out of her, rolled her on her back, and then slammed back in. "Ah! Ahaah! AH!"
Her huge breasts swinging up and down on her chest, nearly knocking her the FUCK out as they tried to crash into her chin, but her arms wrapped above and below them, pinching them together like a vice as he held her waist tightly. WHAP WHAP WHAP!!!
"Ah! Ah! Take my dick! Take it!" he ordered, gazing down at her beautiful writhing body.
"It feels so good, Oji-san! More! HARDER! Fuck me harder!" screaming like a JAV schoolgirl, eyes rolling as she writhed on the bed. "IKU! IKUUUU!!" Her body flexed and arched, squirming helplessly as she screamed her climax, eyes rolling in her mask as he grabbed her tits. "Mmgh!!" She playfully slapped his shoulders, shaking visibly as he felt his way onto her nipples and sucked. "Mmn…"
"YES. You beautiful slut…" he licked her tan-line nipples as she clamped down on his cock planted in her body as she wriggled, dancing under his weight as he pushed her onto the bed with another thrust.
"Oooh!" she laughed as he grabbed her ankles, folding them up as she smiled, her tits framed by her knees. Rubbed his face on her chest, tickling her with his unshaven face before he pressed his forehead on her mask.
"I'm going to cum in you!" he declared desperately, swinging his hips against her faster and faster, pinning her down to the bed.
"Cum in me, Oji-san." She whined as he pounded her, "AH! Ah! Do what you want with my tight little pussy!" Her legs squirmed as she tensed up, "Oooh! I want you to do it! DO it! OOOH!" howling and shaking as he jackhammered her, grunting like a beast.
"Get pregnant!!" he declared, "Get pregnant!!" slamming rapidly against her before burying his cock into her body as she screamed her pleasure. His cock pulsated, pumping in his load as he pressed his balls to her body. "MGMH!"
He shoved his tongue sloppily into her mouth as they wrestled again; she moaned whorishly as her eyes rolled as he kept ordering her to get pregnant. Bucking and thrusting with each order as she moaned back.
"I'll get pregnant with Oji-san's baby…" he groaned, pulling away from her lips as he smiled prettily up at him. He rested an arm on her legs, keeping them up as he slapped the bed for the dildo, gripping it tightly. He put his weight on her as he pushed it in her. "Ooooh!" she wriggled helplessly as he pushed, twisted, and brushed her ass with the dildo.
"YEAH. YEAH. You cum on this fucking ass dildo…" he hissed eagerly, jerking it in and out of her as she twitched and cooed happily, her pussy oozing arousal and cum. "You dirty slut!"
"Ooh.. mmn…" she licked and kissed his face, shaking as her anal orgasm built rapidly in her sensitive body. "I'd rather have Oji-san's cock…" he buried the tanto up her ass as he twisted it around and around, brushing her backside as he pushed off her, letting her legs flop over as he grabbed the back of her pink-haired head, pulling her over his lap as he fell back on the bed.
"Suck my cock some more." He said, burying her grinning masked face into his crotch as she pushed his dick with her nails and slid him between her lips. "Yeah… suck my dick…" he whispered as she gazed up at him. Her pink hair tight in his fist as she bobbed and slurped. "Oh god…. I will never get tired of this…"
"Mmn-hmmn!" she giggled, pressing her lips to the base, and bouncing off his crotch, slurping louder and louder as his shaft trembled on her tongue.
"You love sucking cock don't you?"
"Mmn-hmmn…" she answered quickly, nodding her slurpy lips as she moaned loudly.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah, baby!" he grabbed her head. "You're my pretty cock sucker!"
"Mmn-hmmn!" she moaned faster and faster as he bounced her, her eyes never breaking.
"I'm gonna! Cum! In your mouth!" he declared soon enough, shaking as he buried her face into his crotch again. "AAarrgh!"
"Mmmn…" she closed her eyes and swallowed his cum unflinchingly, humming as he held her head tightly down.
"Haah… aah…" he breathed heavily, letting go of her head as she steadily slid up his flaccid cock. "Give me your tits." Katana smiled, crawling up his body and dragging her tits on him before shoving them into his face. "Mmgh…" he moaned, wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her tightly to him as he smothered himself in her breasts. "Mmmn… marry me…" he mumbled dreamily into her huge tits as she laughed.
"Sorry, Oji-san, but I'm not looking for a husbando yet." She declared, before cooing. "Suck my titties, Oji-san." She said as he dazedly continued doing just that. However, her gaze lingered on a digital clock on a side of the room that actually looked like someone lived here. "…Oh." She pulled away, popping out of his mouth as his hands kept reaching out to squeeze her tits. "Sorry, Oji-san." She blew him a white lip kiss. "Time's up."
"What? Already?" he moaned, draped across the bed like a lazy cat as she jiggled towards his bathroom, dripping fluids and sweat as the dildo wiggled in her ass like a stumpy tail. \
"You just had a lot of fun, Oji-san." She teased, before shutting the bathroom door. "Haah." She took off her mask, shoes, socks, and got into the shower for the traditional 'Superbabes Shower' thing… only now Gyaru slut flavored. She rinsed and gargled, hosing out her pussy before turning everything off and stepping out of the shower. Drying her hair, face, and then putting the mask back on as she gathered her things. "Oji-san." She cooed, "You got to pay up." She said as he lay on the bed, sighed, and sat up…
He would be very disappointed; clearly another woman was getting paid an absurd amount of money and then leaving him. "Right."
"I got to get dressed; meet you in the living room." She added, strutting out to do just that. By the time Oji-san returned, she was already dressed, and that wasn't just Superbabe quick changing; that was also Ninjutsu. He handed her the money, and she stuffed it into her lace corset, winking, peace-signing, and blowing him a kiss. "Bye bye oji-san! Sayonara!"
"Bye." He said, waving sadly as she bounced out the door with the tanto wiggling on her hip. She got outside, briefly stretched, and then was leaping off into the Gotham night.
Time: 10:55 PM. Place: Gotham (Suprebabes)
Katana strutted in from the back door and stopped upon hearing "CONGRATULATIONS!" The happy first-time banner waved as the other girls cheered at her arrival. Katana smiled.
"Like… wow, you girls go all out, don't'cha?" she asked as they all giggled, Joy and Tina taking the banner down as Katana approached, and plucked the money from her top, handing it to Orders. Putting her fist in her palm, she bowed with a smile. "Mission Complete!" she said cheerily as Orders sighed, sorted her cut, then pushed it back across the counter.
"My office." She said as Katana nodded again.
"Haaaai."
Orders sat behind her desk as Katana entered the room. "Door." She ordered as Katana then shut the door and flopped rather ungracefully onto Orders' couch, her huge tits jiggling in the corset as Orders then placed a box on the desk.
"Like, what's that?" asked Katana.
"This, Hitomi, is everything the hidden village needed to send you to function in semi-polite society." She said as Hitomi stood up, looking in the box. "Mostly original copies of your birth certificate, health records, identification." She pushed that towards Hitomi. "Put that somewhere safe and secure when you have one of your own." Unfortunately for now, the Superbabes house didn't have the room, so Hitomi was sleeping in Darcy's room, temporarily. Orders then handed Hitomi a manila folder. "These are your US documents: driver's license, Social Security card, identification, and visa. Welcome to the country, Hitomi Hattori." Hitomi blinked at everything in the folder.
"Like… this is better than the stuff the old bags gave me before I came here."
"That's because they're an ancient clandestine ninja clan in Japan, and I am ME." Orders said, as Hitomi blinked and shrugged. She wasn't in the clan anymore, and they weren't sending anyone to kill her; that was more than enough for her.
"I'm surprised they sent you anything at all."
"Yes, well, my messenger is very thorough. She is part Tengu." Hitomi chortled at Orders' statement.
"You're a pretty funny lady, Orders." She teased as Orders raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "Anyway, I'm going to get back to work…" she said with a grin as Orders rubbed her head tiredly. "How about I make you some special tea? It's good for headaches." She said as Orders glowered at her, then rolled her purple eyes.
"Fine." She said, "I'll be right out." She briefly checked her phone; Demona sent her a few messages, but they were mostly unimportant. A threat here, a divine wind there… as far as the elders were concerned, the demon daughter of a tengu informed them that the Hitomi the Ninja was no more… Orders merely sent a 'good job' back to Demona before getting up and walking out.
"It'll be done in a second!" teased Hitomi, holding the golden cocktail shaker between her breasts, jiggling and shaking it about as Orders placidly sat back at her desk.
"…Is the tit shaking necessary?"
"It is if you want the herbal mixture to work just right." Said Hitomi, broadly smiling and still bouncing.
"…Really should've considered leaving her for Batman." Orders replied, as Hitomi dramatically poured the sweet-smelling tea into a glass. Orders took it, sipped it, and sighed.
Nah… tea's too good.
End
.......I hate myself sometimes. Hitomi's Short is up momentarily, I also had a picture for her but HF is being fickle, but she's up on my patreon if you want to give me a buck and look at her
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