It is my unfortunate curse that the very powers that make me a heroine also encourage my enemies to attack in the one way most likely to defeat me. The Caantonium that changed my body and made me as strong as ten men also increased my beauty by a similar magnitude of scale. And although I doubt that it is true, it has been said that I am one of the most beautiful women on the planet. Never mind that—I am far too busy fighting crime to care one way or the other. But the Caantonium has also made me susceptible to sexual stimulation. If I have an orgasm I will lose my powers for several hours. And the fact that I have super-charged pheromones constantly radiating from my body, and that these pheromones drive evil men almost crazy with the desire to rape me, is, quite simply, a terrible irony that I wish I did not have to endure.
But endure I must. I will not back away from my responsibilities. I will not abandon innocent people to the ravages of crime and fickle fate. I am their champion and they depend on me. I will not be swayed even by super-powered villains such as Alpha One.
“You will never have me!” I state defiantly. “I will resist you until the end and yet know victory!” My words are bold, bolder, perhaps, than they should be. The entire length of my athletic, five foot nine-inch body tingles with erotic sensations. My breasts are swollen. Nipples hard. My pussy is wet. My skin is flushed with arousal and I am weak. I fear this man standing in front of me. I fear the enormous bulge protruding from his tight fitting pants. I fear that he will unsheathe his mighty saber and do terrible things to me.
But I am a super-heroine. I must fight on. I charge forward and leap into the air. A spinning roundhouse kick lands solidly on his shoulder and sends his body flying through the air. He crashes back to earth at the side of the alley, his arms and legs sprawling as he does a header into a stack of garbage cans.
Alpha One climbs to his feet and crushes one of the containers between his hands as easily as a normal person might crush an empty soda can. It is an impressive display of strength but I am much more concerned with the startling shaft of stiff man muscle snaking its way down the inside of his right pant leg. My eyes are drawn to it. My breath quickens as I note its considerable length and thick girth.
He tosses the crushed container aside. “Not bad,” I say while taking a fighting stance. “But garbage cans do not fight back.”
“I do not intend to crush you,” he answers with a lustful grin. “I intend to fuck you.” His eyes roam across my supple figure like those of a lion sizing up its next meal. He stares at my feet and slowly works his way up, over my calf-hugging boots and upward across my knees and the bare skin of lightly-tanned, athletic thighs. He scans my round hips. He enjoys the way my red and black costume hugs a narrow waste. He likes the sight of a bare, flat stomach and a dimpled bellybutton. His eyes focus hungrily on my swollen breasts. He licks his lips while observing the protruding bumps shaped by my hard nipples. He appreciates the femininely muscled curves of my arms, revealed beneath the smooth, skin-tight fabric of my uniform. He likes the gentle angle of a long neck and the wealth of golden blonde hair that falls down across my shoulders. More than anything else, he seems enamored with the white skin of my face and the wide blue eyes that peer fearfully back at him from beneath a black mask. Perhaps, he sees something other than fear in my eyes. Perhaps, he sees a smoldering, sexual desire. Whatever it is, it drives his own burning lust to new heights and in a flash he is on me, fingers groping and caressing, trying to subdue my frantic struggles so that he can ravage my magnificent body completely. “No!” I shout while driving a knee into his stomach and forcing him back. “I will not be your whore!”
I swing hard at him with a left that just misses. To my dismay, he grasps my wrist in his hand. A moment later, my other wrist is also held. We struggle, testing one another’s strength. But I am at a disadvantage. My sexual arousal is a source of weakness while his is a wellspring of strength. He lifts my arms high into the air and holds them out at angles from my shoulders. My toes barely scrap the ground as he lifts me higher. Our bodies come together and my breasts squash against his broad chest. Our faces
are nose to nose and mouth the mouth. I am forced to look deep into his lustful eyes as he holds me close against his body.
“Surrender to me,” he whispers while flicking his tongue across my soft lips. “Stop resisting and I will make this the most glorious moment of your life!”
I can feel the large bulge pressing outward from the crotch of his costume as it rubs against the gap between my legs. I am filled with dread as the bulge grows larger and presses harder against me. My shoulders are beginning to ache. He is so strong. Try as I might, I cannot wrench my wrists free of his vise-like grip. He is more powerful than me and for a moment I feel like a helpless little girl. “Let go!” I plead.
He presses his face against the side of mine and breathes deep my scent. My head tilts back as an uninvited tongue begins teasing my sensitive nape. He draws it across my skin slowly, sensually, trying to find my secret erogenous zones. He reads my reactions like an experienced lover, knowing that when my breath falters he has found a sensitive spot. He works the spot over mercilessly, arousing sensations that electrify my slender figure. Then he moves on, finding yet other locations on my neck that cause me to become still more aroused. I moan softly as he teases me. My struggles lessen.
My aching breasts press tightly against his chest. My stomach rubs against his. The bulge in his pants grinds against my upper thigh. My legs are limp. My toes dangle just above the ground. He is so strong that I am sure he can hold me here forever, suspended from his powerful hands.
I have to do something. I cannot allow him to continue to torment me. I raise long legs and wrap them around Alpha One’s waist. Using my opponent’s body as an anchor, I employ the newly found leverage to wrench my right hand free. I elbow him hard across the face. A second blow forces him to take action. He releases my left wrist and wraps his arms around my slender waist. He squeezes with all of his might. I groan as the knuckles of his hands dig into the small of my back. I beat helplessly on his shoulders as he nearly wrenches my lithe body in two.
“Your back is sensitive, isn’t it?” he asks while continuing to tighten his iron grip.
The bear hug is locked in. I think back to the battle just a few nights earlier, the night that I was captured by white slavers, when Ursula Major had nearly broken my spine. It is an injury that will not quickly heal and now Alpha One has discovered it. I groan in misery. I struggle to breathe. The pain is numbing. With each passing second, I lose a bit more strength. With each passing moment, my arms and legs became weaker. My injured spine is being crushed. I am quickly losing feeling in my extremities. My vision clouds with stars and I know that I am browning out.
I realize that this is no time to be honorable. I am near to defeat and this is no time to fight fair. If I lose this battle then I will be raped. “Bastard!” I snarl while forcing my hands up into his face. “I will not be beaten by a loud-mouthed braggart such as you!”
My thumbs press down on his eyes. His expression changes to one of pain and his grip on my waist begins to loosen. Finally, he can take no more. He releases the bear hug and uses his hands to slap my fingers away from his eyes. We struggle momentarily, my wrists once again locked in his hands, but I am finally able to wrench myself free. We separate, each eyeing the other warily, each breathing hard.
I remember the plan. My new master, Masaharu Nagayasu, has commanded that I distract Alpha One long enough so that the Izumi sisters can steal a valuable treasure known as the Shinju. It is not necessary that I defeat him. Surely, I think, the twins have completed their part of the mission by now. I am so weak. So frightened. It is time for me to leave.
“We shall meet again, Alpha One!” I state while taking to the air. “Until then we will have to consider this contest a draw--”
Driven by desperate lust, Alpha One bounds forward and leaps onto the garbage dumpster. Powerful legs propel him upward as he jumps for me. He tackles me in midair, fifteen feet off the ground, and we crash together onto the hard asphalt, below. I groan in pain as my injured back takes most of the impact. For several moments, I lay there, stunned, his body on top of mine, nearly hidden from view beneath his great muscular bulk. He kneels over me, straddling my hips with his thighs. His hands move to his waist and he undoes a hidden zipper. As I watch in horror, he reaches into his pants and carefully withdraws his huge tool. He unsheathes it across my belly. The feel of it lying atop my bare skin is almost more than I can bear. It is heavy, warm. I can feel it growing, getting stiff. “Oh, god!” I think. “I cannot allow him to fuck me!”
I struggle, squirming beneath him like a trapped prey-animal. I manage to roll onto my side and then my stomach. The huge cock lies atop my back like a weight pressing me down. I try to rise but he remains on top of me, his hands pressing down on my shoulders.
“Get off of me, you creep!” I cry out.
“Stop struggling,” he suggests again.
His hands wrap around my throat and pull back on my chin. My upper body comes off the ground and my back arches painfully. He slides backward off of my ass but continues to straddle my thighs. His feet hook over the backs of my knees and he pulls upward on my chin some more. My legs bend as he pulls me up into a kneeling position. I struggle vainly with his hands as he leans back and pulls me over with him.
It is a good hold and I find myself in a bad way. We are both kneeling, his knees outside of mine, but he is behind me and in control of the situation. He is leaning back on his haunches, now, the tops of his feet hooked under my thighs and pressing down on my calves to lock my knees against the ground. The inside of his muscular thighs straddle the outside of mine, preventing me from rolling to the left or right. His hands remain under my chin, pulling back on my neck and forcing me to lean back against his chest. He has all the leverage and all the advantage.
I scratch at his hands in an effort to get free. I can feel his rock hard cock pressing into the crease of my back. It is a distraction knowing that it is there, feeling its burning shaft rubbing against my bare skin. My orgasm, once denied but still burning inside of me, stirs yet again at the thought of the large cock entering me…
“Stop thinking about it!” I chide myself silently. “He may have the advantage for the moment, but he is a long way from being able to fuck me. I am not beaten by a long shot. I can still--” With a sudden movement, Alpha One’s hands release their hold on my throat and slid down across my chest. He grabs my large tits and immediately began playing with the rock hard nipples. I try desperately to pull his fingers away but he is too strong, too insistent. I moan loudly as a new set of debilitating sensations race through my tiring body.
“Let’s get this out of the way,” he says while pulling back the tapers of my red and black costume and baring my breasts. “I want to feel the warmth of your flesh as I ravage it.”
The stretchy fabric of my costume easily adjusts to a new position higher atop my chest. Talented fingers perform a slow dance of titillation on my sensitive mounds. Again, I try to pull his hands away and again I fail. My head leans back and rests on his broad chest. I can hear his breathing grow more rapid as he becomes even more aroused. The feel of my soft breasts in his hands fills him with longing and desire. The feel of my slender body lying against his makes his desire to fuck me all the more urgent. The cock pressing against my back grows yet larger and stiffer. His hips begin to gyrate, rubbing the hot shaft back and forth against my soft skin. I can tell that the thing is huge. I moan helplessly as the moist head blazes a path upward across my spine. I know that I am almost done. My mind is swimming with erotic fantasies of being raped. The incredible cock is destroying me as surely as the talented fingers ravaging my aching breasts.
The torture continues for another sixty seconds. My yearnings grow still stronger. My tits are on fire. My nipples point skyward and scream in joyful agony with each new caress. My bosom heaves as I try to breathe. I cannot get enough air, it seems. I am drowning. I am drowning in a sea of burning passion.
“No…” I plead weakly. “Please stop…”
My hands fall to my sides. Once powerful arms droop like the stems of wilted flowers. I have no idea how to escape. I have no idea if I even want to escape. I am being defeated. I am being humiliated. But it is like heaven. The Sartak, my weakness to sexual stimulation, takes over my mind and convinces me that I want this to happen. It convinces me that I want to be raped. I want to become this man’s sex toy.
“Stop…” I moan again. “Don’t… stop…”
He pinches my erect nipples between insistent fingers. “Gaaaaahhhhh!” I cry out. I am literally panting like a dog, now. My eyes are rolling up into my head. My ruby red lips come apart and form a circle of soft flesh that wants only to be kissed. His left hand releases my aching tit. It slides upward
across my nape and over my chin. His forefinger plays with my soft lips and enters my mouth. I suck on it helplessly, wishing that it could be something larger. I am out of my mind with desire. He rises up on his knees and pushes me forward, off of him. I crumple face first onto the unforgiving asphalt and barely find the strength to roll onto my right side. I look up at him through half closed eyes and am amazed at the sight of his enormous cock. It is perhaps the largest that I or any woman has ever seen. Twelve inches, at least. Thick. Heavy. Powerful.
“Who are you?” I mumble. “Where did you come from?”
He lifts my left leg and pulls my limp body toward him. “I’m the alpha male, baby. I’m from your dreams.”
His hand wraps around my ankle and lifts my leg high into the air. His strength is incredible and he easily lifts my hips off of the ground. He uses his free hand pull back the fabric of my costume and expose me. I do not resist as he guides the tip of his massive member to its target. It is large and fat but slides easily between my nether lips. My body tenses as it penetrates several inches into my wet hole. There is a moment of glorious pain as my pussy is stretched to accommodate the size of his thick shaft. The pain subsides and is quickly replaced with unbearable sensations of a different kind. He rocks back and forth on his knees, pushing the huge tool deeper inside me with each new thrust. My lithe body goes limp. The side of my head rests against the ground. My right shoulder scrapes back and forth against the asphalt as he works me over. Swollen tits swing with the steady motion of gyrating hips. My left leg remains extended, the ankle held in a vise-like grip above his head. My right leg is folded and wrapped around his left thigh.
I groan in erotic agony as he gives me as much as I can take. I am impaled. I am speared. The world no longer exists. I am filled to overflowing and nothing matters to me anymore other than the huge shaft of steel that is filling me. My tight pussy embraces it eagerly, caressing its slick sides and encouraging it to deliver its payload. But Alpha One has tremendous endurance and he wants this moment to last. He has worked hard for it. He has defeated a gorgeous and sexy super-heroine. This is his moment and he wants it to last forever…
My mind is lost. My will is destroyed. He has been fucking me for nearly five minutes. It seems that I have reached a stage of erotic bliss that is something beyond an orgasm. It seems that my suffering is meant to continue forever and that the relief of an orgasm is too kind. Every nerve ending in my lithe figure is on fire. Every muscle in my incredible body is fully attuned to the man ravaging me, fully attuned to the state of being ravaged. I can faintly hear a woman’s voice, somewhere in the distance, moaning uncontrollably. It is only then, somehow, that I realize it is my voice that I hear. I am nearly screaming in tormented agony. My cries echo between the walls of the dark alley like a siren song announcing the complete and utter destruction of a super-heroine.
But it cannot last forever. He comes first, a cannon blast that fires into my depths with the force of a bomb and leaves me unable even to breathe. My climax immediately follows, a powerful, multi staged orgasm that causes my suspended body to shake and shimmy violently for thirty seconds. Our combined love juices squirt from my aching and overfilled hole, dripping across his scrotum and down onto the black asphalt of the alley.
It is an effort for him to pull his sore tool out of me. He lowers my limp body to the ground and collapses next to me. “That was amazing,” I seem to hear him say. I feel as if I might be close to death. I curl up into a ball and whimper. I close my eyes and the world fades mercifully from view…
I regain consciousness and find myself once again looking up at violet lilies. It is difficult for my eyes to focus. I am so spent that it is an effort just to raise my head. As before, my costume has been removed. The thought that the Izumi sisters might have been the ones to undress me, that it might have been their delicate Asian hands that peeled the tight-fitting costume from my abused body, causes me to moan. I bite my lower lip and imagine that it was the sexy twins that swabbed the dirt and grime from my flushed skin. That it was they that wiped clean every part of my long and athletic body. I am still so weak. I am still so aroused.
My abused pussy aches. I am again wearing a white silk chemise, but it barely covers the top of my long legs. It is then that I realize that I am not alone. Masaharu Nagayasu is sitting next to the mattress, looking down at me with cold, emotionless eyes. The twins are standing behind him, near to the door. They are smirking in their beautiful way. One giggles in the manner that Japanese girls are apt to do, giggles as if the very act laughing is a guilty pleasure. I feel so ashamed. Once again, I have been proven weak and vulnerable. Not a warrior at all. A sex kitten.
I am acutely aware that Masaharu’s hand is resting on my thigh. He looks at me and I almost mistake the shape formed by his thins lips for a smile. “Mr. Nagayasu,” I mumble in a soft voice. “I failed… I was beaten…”
“We did not expect you to win, Hato, and you did not fail. The Shinju has been returned. The treasure is once more in our hands.”
He waves a pair of fingers in the air and the twins open the door to my room. A young woman steps through and stands behind Masaharu. She possesses a striking, innocent beauty. Straight hair, long and black, is pulled behind her head and held with a simple white bow. She has a high forehead and glowing skin. Brown eyes are clear and discerning. Her body is lean and taught. The silk kimono that she wears is gorgeous but does not do her athletic figure justice.
“This is Akiko Yoshino,” Masaharu says without looking at the girl. “She is the Shinju. She thanks you for aiding in her return.”
I try to comprehend what he is telling me. “She… is the treasure?”
He nods. “Akiko is the first daughter of the Kigyourengou. She is descended from emperors. No man can rule the syndicate without the royal daughter in his household. She is my honored guest and I am her humble servant.”
I look again at the girl. She remains silent and shows little expression in her beautiful eyes. She does not seem to be a guest but more like a prisoner. From the look on her face, it is clear that she does not have any real power, at least when it comes to Masaharu Nagayasu, and it is easy for me to discern the truth. Like princesses of many ancient cultures, she is more a figurehead than a person of true authority. More a token than a ruler, her presence merely extends authority to others. It is the men of the Kigyourengou that possess the real power. Akiko is simply a jewel that makes one man richer than another. She is a crown to be worn on the head of whoever has the power to claim her. I look away from the girl. “Glad I could help,” I reply softly.
Masaharu’s hand moves higher on my thigh. His fingers are perilously close to my womanhood. “You were badly beaten by Alpha One, Hato. The Izumi sisters found and returned you here, to the safety of House Nagayasu. I will care for you, fair one. I will care for your every need. You will grow stronger and eventually serve me again.”
“I tried… I tried to beat him. He was too strong for me…”
“Yes, but I have saved you once again. Now, it is time for you to repay your debt and swear allegiance to this house.”
“No,” I answer. “I cannot. I am not a slave.”
His hand slides beneath the silk chemise. I gasp as he touches my nether lips. The tips of his fingers pull back the soft folds of flesh and gently stroke the pink skin. “You must. Only I can protect you from the villains that lurk outside. Only I can defend you from men like Alpha One.” “No…”
“Your will was almost broken by him,” he continues. “You were nearly destroyed. Let me protect you. Let me welcome you into my house.”
My head is spinning. My heart is pounding. Masaharu’s fingers are doing terrible, wonderful things to me. I moan softly, sure that I have never been so defenseless. My back arches. Long legs spread and bend at the knees. One of the fingers dips inside of me. Masaharu knows what he is doing. He has kept a house of female servants for all of his life. He finds my g-spot almost immediately. For a long moment my body seems paralyzed. I moan again, this time louder. The violet lilies seem so far away. I am no longer aware of the people in the room. All I can comprehend is the finger rubbing my g spot. I am helpless and broken.
“Will you serve House Nagayasu?” he asks.
“I just… uuunnnhhh…want to go home…”
The finger is rubbing me more forcefully, now, stroking and caressing my most sensitive spot like there is no tomorrow. His thumb draws across my clit and toys with it. My tiny bulb quickly swells to its maximum size. Jolts of chaotic energy rake my body as he rubs it with an insistent, circular motion. The torture goes on without pause for another sixty seconds.
“Will you serve me?”
“Yes…” I whisper barely loud enough to be heard. “… I will serve you...”
“You pledge unfettered allegiance to me, then?”
I squirm atop the mattress, nearly ready to climax. “Yes!” I say so that everyone can hear. “I willingly serve you, Master!”
He brings me off immediately, as if he could have done so at any time. My shoulders lift off of the bed. Sweet fluids squirt across his fingers and onto the mattress. I bite my lower lip and bear the agonizing sensations in silence. At last, my head collapses back against the pillow and I lay still, sure that my body is about to burst into flame. My chest heaves and my eyes close. I hear him stand and leave. The door closes behind him.
All is silent. I finally catch my breath. But then, just as I am about to nod off, I feel the cool touch of a wet sponge against my flushed skin. It feels good as it glides across my legs. I do not protest as it wipes away the excrement of the orgasm from my crotch. My eyes open a crack and I stare in surprise at the woman kneeling next to me.
“Akiko?” I struggle to speak. “Is that you?”
She speaks very good English. “I… am sorry about what just happened. Masaharu takes liberties that he should not. His respect for women is not what it should be.”
She draws the sponge down across my thigh and gently cleans me. “Masaharu, Takumi… they are all the same. They are men that lust for power and take insult when another is perceived to have more than they. I am the daughter of emperors but Masaharu treats me like property. This is the way that it has always been. This is the way that it shall always be.”
I lay in silence for what seems like a long time. She cleans my feet and I thank her for it with a smile. “I am sorry for you then,” I finally say. “To live as someone else’s property is a circumstance that I dare not even contemplate.”
She looks at me curiously. “But you are his slave now, too. We are sisters in this.” “Yes, sisters,” I agree. “But does it have to be this way? If you are truly an emperor’s daughter, can you not change it?”
She shrugs. “This is Japan. It seems that only atomic bombs can change things here, and even then not really.”
“But you are valuable to the Kigyourengou,” I remind her. “The leaders of all the clans wish to possess you for their own.”
“Yes,” she confirms. “I am valuable.”
“Maybe you should possess yourself?”
Clear and discerning eyes turn toward me as if I have voiced something that she has long thought. But she does not answer. Instead, she lifts the sponge from my body, stands, and simply walks away.
I spend the next two weeks recovering my strength and learning what it is to be a good Kigyourengou slave. Blonde hair and white skin garners me more than the usual amount of attention, but eventually I am just like all the others. Just one more woman in the service of Mr. Nagayasu.
Still, the others soon discover that I am special for reasons other than my appearance. All the servants in Masaharu’s house are warriors. All have been trained in the martial arts. But, with the possible exception of the Izumi sisters, none can match my skill. We spar daily, the other servants and I, preparing for the Konbatto. When the night of the big event finally arrives, we feel that we are ready. The battle with House Ikeda for control of the Kigyourengou syndicate is finally at hand.
We enter from underground, walking in columns up and through a large set of doors and into a modified Sumo arena. The audience regales us with applause. It is no surprise that the sight of House Nagayasu’s famed female warriors is thrilling to their eyes. Twenty of us take to the arena floor. We are
wearing two piece red leather outfits—revealing halter tops on top and matching hot-pants below. Knee high red leather boots cover our feet and calves. Otherwise, it is all bare flesh, on display for the hooting audience to enjoy.
I am walking near to the end of the columns and my entrance earns a special cheer. The Japanese spectators are thrilled to see a white woman among the combatants, especially one so beautiful as me. I am wearing my mask, a concession only reluctantly allowed by Master Nagayasu, but doubt that any of them know or care that I am Ms. Marvelous.
Two of our group are dressed differently than the rest. The Izumi sisters enter behind me. They are wearing the same tight-fitting black leather cat-suits that they donned the night of my capture. The audience lets out a roar as their two favorite daughters emerge into the bright lights of the arena.
But I am mistaken. There is another among us that dresses in a fashion all her own. The style of the jumpsuit that she dons is not unlike that of the Izumi twins, though it is white rather than black. Her gorgeous figure is athletic and lean. There is a noticeable bounce to her step. But her face is hidden beneath a mask. I can tell by the expressions of the twins that they do not know this woman. There is no time for a confrontation, though. The warriors of House Ikeda are entering.
They are men, all of them, dressed in the traditional robes of the Judo. Twenty large and charged up young studs that get noticeably more excited as they lay their eyes on us. It has been explained to me that there are few rules in the Konbatto. In contests between men and women, the audience expects to be titillated. They expect to see defeated female warriors humiliated. They want to see it. Rape is not only allowed, it is encouraged.
Alpha One enters last. His eyes immediately lock with mine from across the arena floor. Although I am not wearing my usual costume, he has no problem recognizing me. He blows me a kiss and grabs his crotch. My cheeks turn red with embarrassment and, to my dismay, my nipples harden. A tingle
of erotic excitement courses unwanted through my lithe body. I am thankful when he turns away and waves to the crowd.
The other male combatants seem ready to get it on with their beautiful counterparts. They make lustful comments and gestures in our direction. But the female warriors of House Nagayasu are prepared and skilled. Master Masaharu looks down on his troops with pride from a V.I.P. box on one side of the arena. He motions that he is ready. Takumi Ikeda, sitting on the opposite side of the arena, indicates that he is also prepared. A flag drops and the battle for control of the Kigyourengou begins.
The women of Nagayasu rush forward to confront their foes. I would enter combat, as well, but for the hand on my shoulder indicating that I should hold back. It is one of the Izumi sisters, telling me with her eyes that we should wait.
I look across the arena and see the reason for our delay. Alpha One is standing back and watching as the fight is joined in front of him. His arms are crossed. He is in no hurry to get involved. It is then that I understand. He does not wish to waste his energy. He knows that the true battle will come later, once the pretenders have been eliminated.
I stand back and watch as mayhem ensues around me. The women of House Nagayasu are amazing. With power and grace, they remove the smirking expressions from the faces of their foes and replace them with grimaces of pain. Beautiful young women, their bodies toned and energized, fly through the air like falcons on the wing. Their marital arts are amazing. Their blows are powerful. They leave destruction in their wake. The masked girl in white leather is especially devastating to the enemy. Her kicks are like nothing I have ever witnessed, so fast and deadly that her foes are sent flying through the air and crashing to the ground a great distance away. I am amazed by her strength. I am envious of her skill.
Only here and there do the men achieve small victories. Three or four woman are knocked to the ground and defeated, usually as the result of an unseen attack from behind. But other girls quickly come to their defense, preventing the overeager men from following up on their brief advantage. And though the crowd is disappointed that none of the defeated women are being ravished, they cannot help
but appreciate the tremendous skill being displayed by the female warriors on the arena floor. Ultimately, it is all in the favor of House Nagayasu. After only a few minutes of combat, victory seems assured as the last of the black-robed men are knocked unconscious. Only then does Alpha One enter the battle. He nearly rips the head off of one of our warriors with a powerful clothesline. She flips
in the air and collapses in a heap. He reaches down and tears the red halter-top from her limp body. He holds it up like a trophy then tosses it into the crowd.
“Who’s next?” he asks brashly.
Two of our girls charge forward and try to drive kicks into his midsection. He absorbs the blows and barely grunts. He grabs their ankles and lifts upward, flipping the girls head over heels. He stomps one in the stomach with a vicious downward kick. He destroys the other with a powerful strike of his fist. As he had done with the first girl, he rips their tops off and throws them to eager fans. The crowd hoots at the sight of exposed titties.
“Fuck them!” one man calls out from the crowd.
“Rape them!” shouts another. “Rape them all!”
Alpha One grabs his crotch and clowns for the crowd, as if the idea of raping twenty women might be too much even for him. This only excites the audience more, however. They have enjoyed the fine display of martial arts demonstrated by the beautiful and scantily dressed girls of House Nagayasu but now they want something different. Now, they want to see the sexy girls humiliated. They want to see them fucked against their will.
The remaining female warriors, ten in all, hear the cries of the audience and are less eager to attack the powerful male. They watch in horror as he slowly unzips the front of his tight-fitting pants and allows his enormous cock to fall out. It hangs in front of him like a garden hose, so long and thick that the audience goes silent in awe. I have no doubt that many of the girls are virgins. They have never before seen anything like Alpha One’s twelve-inch cock. It frightens them. I have to admit, it frightens me. I remember all too well how the thing felt when it speared me. My body is tingling. I am becoming uncontrollably aroused. “Can I fight this man?” I wonder silently. “Can I ignore the erotic fantasies forming in my mind long enough to defeat him?”
But it had been no fantasy the night, two weeks earlier, when he raped me. Because of my curse, my weakness to sexual stimulation, I am vulnerable to him. Part of me wants to feel that huge cock inside of me once again. Part of me wants to feel his hot seed burning deep within. The Izumi sisters can sense my distress. They are holding me, now, gripping my arms on either side. But they do not wish to comfort me. The expressions on their faces embarrass me. The feel of their hands rubbing up and down across my back titillate me. The sisters have raped me, too, I know. The night of my capture by white slavers, it had been they that helped bring me to my climax. I remember well what it feels like to have their lips wrapped around my hard nipples. I remember well how it feels to have their tongues lapping at my smooth skin. I remember how it feels to have their fingers caressing my clit.
“But we are on the same team, now,” I think. “Why are they touching me like this?” Indeed, one of the sisters is rubbing my ass. Her fingers are nearly into my crack. The leather hot-pants that I am wearing provide some protection, but just knowing that her hand is there, squeezing my butt-cheeks, fills me with unwanted and strength-sapping sensations.
“No!” I say while slapping her hand away.
The sisters are undeterred. They stand close on either side and continue to hold my arms. They continue to caress my back. They motion with their eyes that I should return my attention to the battle taking place in front of us. Alpha One is wading through our warriors with apparent ease. As each girl falls, he tears the red halter-top from her limp body and tosses it into the stands. His monster cock swells a bit more with each new victory. It fills with blood and dangles heavily from between his legs. He grabs one girl by the hair and forces her onto her knees. He presses her face to against his monstrous tool. He removes her top and tosses her slender body aside. She lies on the ground and whimpers, as surely defeated as if he had broken her skull.
Only the masked warrior stands against him. Of all the Nagayasu women, only she remains. “My god,” I think. “What will happen when she falls before this beast? Who will stop him then? Who will defend the honor of House Nagayasu?”
I swallow hard, knowing that it may all come down to me. I may be the last hope, the last chance to stop Alpha One.