Ninja Gaiden Koibito

Expansion Pack: Tina & Lisa

A thousand neon lights sparkled like a fallen starlit sky. Eliot had never seen such a spectacle as this brilliant thoroughfare. He had faint memories of London from his early childhood, but it had never glowed with such decadent splendor. Eliot smirked at himself and the way in which he considered his childhood so distant in the past. Master Gen Fu would be quick to remind him that he was still a child in many ways. The thought of his master brought Eliot’s mind back to his quest, and the task at hand.

Eliot approached the glittering marquee of a casino. He wore a long, grey trench coat and a matching fedora, hoping they would obscure his youthful appearance. The fewer questions about his age, the better. He was about to push open the entrance when he felt an enormous hand fall heavily on his shoulder.

“Excuse me, sir.” A deep, but rather dim sounding voice spoke. “But I’ll need to see some ID.”

Eliot turned to face the bouncer. The man was bald and burly, his tuxedo barely containing the muscles beneath. Eliot considered fighting him for a split second, then thought better of it. Instead the young boy took off his hat and held it between his hands in a pathetic gesture of remorse.

“Oh, please, Mr. Bouncer, sir, I don’t want’a cause you no trouble!” Eliot let his voice sink into his best cockney accent. “I need work, sir. Please, me and my little sister…we’re staving to death!”

“Well…um…” The bouncer’s face softened with sincere, gullible sympathy. “I think the cook is looking for someone. Go ‘round back.”

“Oh, oh thank you sir!” Eliot bowed excessively as he backed away.

Eliot made his way around behind the casino and soon found the kitchen entrance. He knocked three times and the door burst open. A thin, frazzled looking man stood before him in a chef’s uniform, all manner of vegetable and fruit stains were streaked across the white fabric.

“You! Thank god!” The man’s voice squeaked.

“Please, sir, I…” Eliot started.

“Great! Work! Right! Know how to serve drinks?” The man’s eyes were alit with panic.

“Well…” Eliot blinked.

“Perfect! How old are you?” The man was already pulling him inside and handing him a waiter uniform.

“Well, I’m only…” Eliot stammered, pulling on the white suit.

“Twenty-one? That’s fantastic! Take these martinis to table 34, and be quick about it!” The chef shoved a tray of drinks into Eliot’s hands and gave him a push through a set of double doors.

Eliot found himself in a subtly lit lounge club, dinner tables scattered around a central live entertainment stage. The air was full of animated chatter and the haze of cigar smoke. Eliot remembered the tray in his hands and thought it would be best to find table 34. Perhaps he could glean some information about Zack’s “Charlie the Cheat” from the people there. Eliot studied a small map of the room that was tapped to the bottom of his drink tray and soon plotted a course across the densely crowded room.

Eliot finally caught sight of table 34 and was crossing next to the side of the stage when the room went dark. Eliot stopped immediately, gripping the tray cautiously. Several spotlights burst on, flooding the stage in light. Eliot’s pupils shrank, making it impossible to see table 34. Sighing, Eliot decided to hold his position until the house lights came back up. It was then that she appeared.

The crowd went silent. Eliot turned toward the stage as music began blaring in time with the pulsating lights. A silhouette of a woman appeared in front of a bank of stage lights, strutting down the stage. As his eyes adjusted, Eliot saw a silver haired vixen clad in a gaudy leather outfit complete with fishnet stockings. She sauntered to the front of the stage, and began gyrating her body in the most vexing way. Eliot could not take his eyes from her body’s sultry undulations. He was not alone.

A man sat in the front row, a few feet from the stage. He wore a dark suit with a red tie. Next to him was a gorgeous blond, yet the man’s attention was rapt upon the woman dancing on the stage. His eyes were masked by a pair of expensive shades, but Eliot knew exactly what he was looking at. The man got up and made his way to the edge of the stage as the woman trailed her hands over her generous curves. A second, smaller man was already at the edge of the stage, his mouth hanging open. The man with shades shoved him aside and took his place, gazing up in amazement as the silver haired beauty squatted down, her legs spread wide. She reached out and caressed the man’s head flirtatiously. Eliot thought he saw a flash of metal, but that was likely just the strobe lights playing tricks. The man seemed to stiffen, and Eliot could hardly blame him as the woman stood back up and swept from the stage, her shapely bottom swaying alluringly as she disappeared into the darkness.

Then the lights were back on, and the room once again filled with enthusiastic conversation. The man with the shades did not move. He stood there, still as a statue, staring at the stage, as though still under the dancer’s spell. The blond that had been sitting with him got up and walked out, apparently disgusted with him. Eliot shook his head, amused.

“You there, boy!” A voice called out. “Are those our drinks?”

Eliot turned and saw an elderly couple waving at him from table 34. He moved quickly through the crowd and set their drinks on the table.

“Sorry about the wait.” Eliot apologized.

“Oh don’t worry, son.” The old man shook his head. “I was young too once, and that lady would have distracted me as well!”

“You old coot!” The elderly woman chided. “At least you aren’t still drooling at the edge of the stage! I can’t believe you lost to that man!”

“To be honest, honey, I think that fellow wasn’t playing fair.” The man shook his head bitterly.

“He cheated?” Eliot felt his stomach flip with hope.

“Goodness, son, but you don’t get a nick name like ‘Charlie the Cheat’ for being honest…Hey, where are you going?” The old man called out, but Eliot was already halfway to the stage.

“Sir!” Eliot called to the man still standing in place at the edge of the stage. “I need your help!”

The man did not answer, and did not move. He just kept standing there, staring up at the empty stage. Before Eliot could reach him, a bouncer walked up and took Charlie the Cheat by the arm.

“The show’s over, sir…what the…” The bouncer trailed off as Charlie the Cheat fell limp to the floor. The bouncer knelt beside him and checked for a pulse even as a crowd began to gather around. “He’s…he’s dead.”

A woman screamed and there was a general uproar in the room as people looked suspiciously at their drinks. Eliot stood still, staring at the dead man, feeling a sense of hopeless dread overtake his heart. Then Gen Fu’s training once again took hold, and he searched his memory. In his mind’s eye he once again saw the glint of metal as the dancer had caressed Charlie’s head, and as Eliot focused on the memory, he became certain it had been the gleaming metal of a needle.

Eliot looked back up at the empty stage, his brow furrowed with anger. He leapt onto the stage and ran toward the back.


* * *

Eliot burst out of the casino into a dark alley. There was the roar of an engine, and Eliot turned to his left in time to see a motorcycle coming out of the casino’s garage. The rider wore a shaded helmet, but the tight leather hugging a toned body was enough for Eliot to know this was the dancer he sought.

“You! Stop!” Eliot squared himself, pointing at the rider.

The woman paid him no heed. With a twist of her wrist, the bike lurched forward, its tires squealing against the asphalt. The bike bore down on Eliot, but he did not dive for safety.

“Oh no, it won’t be that easy.” Eliot hissed under his breath.

Even as it roared toward him, Eliot charged to meet the rushing bike. At the last possible moment he leapt, his right foot coming down on the handle bars. Eliot flipped forward, grasping the rider’s right shoulder as he passed over her. He landed, both feet setting down on the back of the bike, just behind the rider. Eliot’s hands waved madly in the air, trying to maintain his precarious balance.

The rider swerved the bike hard to the right, trying to tip Eliot off his feet. He quickly sat down, looking as though he were just a regular passenger going with a ride with his friend. He was hardly welcome, though, and the rider swerved to the left. Eliot nearly slipped from the bike. His right hand shot out for purchase, and wrapped around the rider’s torso. Eliot’s hand was met with cool leather and exquisitely soft flesh beneath. It took a split second for Eliot to realize he had just grabbed the rider’s breast, then her left arm swung back at him, missing his chin by an inch.

They were out on the street now, with neon signs flashing past them on all sides. Eliot’s hand sliced down on the rider’s elbow, knocking the handlebars awry and sending the bike careening toward the four way street’s median divider. The bike flipped over, sending Eliot flying head over heels.

Eliot twisted around and managed to land on his feet, stumbling slightly from inertia. He glanced back around to see where the rider had landed only to see her helmet flying toward his face. Eliot struck out instinctively, knocking the missile aside with his fist. The silver haired woman stood a few meters down the street, the smoldering wreck of her bike resting beside her.

“I really liked that bike, kid.” Her voice was cool and calm, but when she moved, it was like a cobra striking. Eliot backpedaled, meeting her first strike with his forearm in a parry. He threw his own fist out toward her stomach, but was met with thin air as she dodged with a lightning quick sidestep.

Four sharp fingertip strikes impacted across Eliot’s chest in less than a second. Grimacing through the pain, Eliot kicked, taking grim satisfaction in the sound of his right foot forcing the air from his opponent’s lungs. She stumbled back, gasping for breath. Eliot pushed his advantage, his fist crashing into her angular jaw. Eliot grinned with self-satisfaction. He grinned far too soon.

Just as he swung his other fist, Eliot felt the woman’s index and middle fingers strike hard in his upper arm. The limb fell limply to his side, completely numb. Eliot saw a savage grin curl the woman’s lips just before her foot connected with his midsection, sending the boy careening through the air and slamming into and over the median divider. Eliot landed hard on his back, trying to suck in breath. He rolled over and managed to look up. He was greeted by a pair of headlights rushing toward him. Eliot rolled out of the way, the car screamed by, inches from his limp left arm.

Struggling to his feet, Eliot made for an alley way, trying in vain to shake the numbness from his arm. He just turned the corner when he was kicked square in the back. He crashed into a dumpster and fell, sprawled unceremoniously on the hard asphalt. Eliot looked up and saw the woman standing over him, her hips cocked and murder pooling in her cold eyes. Reaching down, she seized Eliot’s collar and hauled him bodily off his feet to pin his back up against the dank brick wall. She pressed the same two fingers she used to numb his arm up against his chest and looked him square in the eye.

“Before I stop your heart, tell me how DOATEC found me.” Her breath was as cool as her tone as it brushed Eliot’s lips.

“DOATEC?” Eliot coughed. His ribs were still sore. “N-no…I was here to find Charlie…the Cheat…”

“Right, of course.” She flashed her teeth in a sardonic smile. “You’re not from DOATEC; you’re just here to find their local accountant. My mistake.” Her fingers pressed deeper into his chest.

“Accountant?” Eliot gasped. He could feel his heart wavering in his chest. “Wait…no…I’m just…have to…find….Ryu…”

“What?” The woman’s fingers were gone, and Eliot felt his heart begin to beat steadily once again. “What do you know of Ryu Hayabusa?”

“I’m on a quest to find him.” Eliot’s body was shaking in relief. “My name…Eliot…My master, Gen Fu…He sent me to find Ryu. Z-Zack…told me that Charlie the Cheat would know how to find Ryu.”

“Yeah, he would have.” The woman released Eliot’s collar and stepped back. “That’s why he’s dead.”

“I…I don’t understand.” Eliot looked up at the striking woman in wonder. “Who…are you?”

“Christie.” Her expression was stern and impassive.

“You know where Ryu is?” Eliot could feel the life coming back to his numb arm.

“No.” Christie’s face was unreadable.

“But you killed Charlie the Cheat because he knew?” Eliot felt anger boiling in his belly.

“He knew how to find Ryu, so in essence, yes.” Her tone was even.

“I have to find Ryu.” Eliot hissed through his teeth. “Will you help me?”

“Well now,” Christie’s slender hand lightly touched the bruised cheek that Eliot had punched. “Why should I feel that generous?”

“Because…” Eliot trailed off, his mind racing. “Because it’s the right thing to do.”

“Oh dear!” Christie giggled. “You’re appealing to the scruples of a professional assassin? Oh, fortunately for you, I have my own reasons. Try to keep up.”

With that, Christie turned and walked away. Eliot, his mind still reeling, raced after her into the city streets.


* * *


“Why here?” Eliot looked up at the enormous arena looming above them.

“Just shut up and follow me.” Christie headed through the gates and Eliot scurried along after her.

They made their way through the crowded concession areas of the arena. Eliot saw a few television monitors along the walls that were displaying the event being housed in the arena proper. It appeared to be a wrestling show of some kind. The picture was not very clear, but Eliot could make out a blond woman wearing some sort of cowgirl themed suit tossing several husky men around the ring like they were rag dolls. Just before Christie and Eliot passed into a service door, Eliot could have sworn that another woman, this one dressed in some strange Indian mask and feathered outfit, joined in the fight.

Eliot followed Christie down several flights of stairs and through several locked doors. Christie supplied passage by way of a lock pick. Soon they found themselves in a large locker room. Eliot could hear the faint roar of an enormous crowd coming from above them.

“Into the showers.” Christie pointed toward an adjoining room full of shower heads.

“Excuse me?” Eliot stammered.

“The showers.” Christie nodded firmly. “You still smell like that dumpster I knocked you against.”

“No.” Eliot shook his head.

“Either shower now, or forget about finding Hayabusa.” Christie narrowed her eyes.

Eliot turned slowly and headed for the shower room. He rounded the corner, well out of Christie’s view, and stripped. Setting his clothes on a nearby bar, Eliot reached out and started the shower. Warm, soothing water crashed over his body, and Eliot was immediately grateful. The warmth loosened and caressed his aching muscles and washed the filth of the alley off of him. Soon the room was filled with steam.

Eliot had begun lathering his body with soap when he heard the shower behind him start up. He froze, terrified. He slowly began washing himself, trying to remain nonchalant, but his curiosity got the better of him. As casually as he could, Eliot slowly turned around.

Through the haze of steam, Christie stood naked beneath the shower, water running from her head, down the richly tanned skin of her back, over the toned muscles of her butt, and down along her long, smooth legs. Her hands began working lather over her voluptuous body. She turned slowly, so slowly that Eliot’s stunned mind did not register the movement before she was facing him across the room. Suds slid down over her full, tanned breasts and glided past the silver that shimmered between her legs. Eliot at last realized she was staring back at him, and at the same time became fully aware of his prominent erection standing boldly from his crotch.

Before he could say anything, there was the crash of a door being thrown open above them, and the roar of the crowd grew louder. Eliot looked to Christie in panic, his thoughts finally clearing.

“Follow me!” Christie hissed at him as she turned off her shower. Eliot did the same and reached for his clothes only to have Christie slap his hand away. “No time! In here!”

Christie moved stealthily into the locker room with Eliot in tow, both very naked. She opened a large locker and stepped inside, then turned and faced Eliot. The boy simply stood there, looking in disbelief at the nude assassin.

“In here, now!” Christie’s tone brokered no argument.

Eliot stepped in with her, and Christie reached around him to swing the locker door shut. There was little room, and Eliot felt the firm, smooth flesh of Christie’s breasts press against his shoulders. Eliot took solace in the fact that she could not see his very animated manhood as it twitched in front of him, almost pressing against the locker door.

There was another crash as whatever door that had opened was closed, and the crowd’s roar grew very faint. Two women’s voices echoed down the far staircase, chirping back and forth pleasantly. Eliot peaked through the slanted opening in the locker door, and soon felt Christie lean into him, her face next to his as she also scanned the room.

Two women came down the stairs. Eliot quickly realized they were both the women the saw on the television screens earlier. The cowgirl tossed her hat onto a nearby bench, letting her golden hair wave loose, sweat streaming off her. Eliot’s eyes were quickly drawn to her chest, and he marveled at the size of her bosom. The other woman peeled off her mask, her richly dark skin glistening with sweat as well. Her face was a picture of beauty. It was but another moment when Eliot realized something.

He knew these women!

The blond woman had been in the bed next to his in the medical facility on the island. Tina Armstrong…it had to be. The other woman was Lisa, her wrestling partner. Eliot took a breath, meaning to call out to them when Christie’s hand clamped down over his mouth. He looked out of the corner of his eye to see Christie shaking her head.

“Just watch.” She whispered into his ear. Eliot remembered his nakedness, and thought it best to oblige.

“That had to be the best show yet!” Lisa giggled, jumping up and down in front of Tina.

“Oh, no kidding!” Tina beamed up at her as she sat down on a bench. “When you body-slammed all four of those guys at the same time? That was brilliant!”

“But you set it up so well!” Lisa waved away the compliment and sat down next to Tina. “How many stars would let a guest perform the finale?”

“You’re not a guest, Lisa.” Tina took Lisa’s hands in hers. “You’re my partner, through and through. More than that.”

“More,” Lisa nodded. “Friends.”

“Yes.” Tina grinned. “And…more.”

“Yeah.” Lisa grinned back. “Much more.”

Lisa leaned in slowly, her lips brushing Tina’s in a tender kiss.

“You…uh…You want to do this after the shower, or before?” Tina grinned when their lips parted.

“Before.” Lisa licked her lips. “I think we’re gonna get a whole lot sweatier.”

“That’s what I want to hear!” Tina pulled Lisa into a fierce, hungry kiss. Their mouths worked against each other, tongues brushing past teeth to wrestle together in a game that only had winners. Lisa’s hands slipped behind Tina’s back to undo the clasp of her top. The material fell away, unleashing the blond woman’s spectacular breasts. Tina reciprocated, tearing away Lisa’s top to let her firm, full bosom burst free.

Tina broke off their kiss and bent down, taking Lisa’s bare foot in her hands. Tina’s lips descended on the other woman’s toes, working her way up her ankle and across the silken skin of Lisa’s calves and thighs, inch by inch at a tantalizing pace. Lisa cooed contently, her hands cupping and massaging Tina’s breasts, groping the soft, warm flesh in her strong fingers. Tina’s lips made their way up Lisa’s inner thigh, and Tina’s hands wasted no time in slipping Lisa’s suit from her hips.

“Lie down.” Lisa’s voice was deep and breathy.

Tina lay down on her back along the bench. Lisa stepped over her, straddling her face and letting her firm butt come to a rest on Tina’s strong collar. Tina’s tongue lanced out and in moments Lisa’s voice filled the room with passionate moans.

“Ohhh….oh, Tina! That feels…so…good!” Lisa grasped Tina’s hair in her hands, her knuckles turning white. “Lick me…right…THERE!!!”

Eliot’s eyes widened as Lisa’s body bucked like a wild animal. Tina moaned into Lisa’s dark folds, the vibration giving her friend a fit of shudders. The blond woman’s hands roamed up over Lisa’s naked abdomen, sliding over the soft ebony mounds of her breasts. The splendid orbs of rich flesh glistened with sweat, heaving with Lisa’s quickening breath. Tina’s strong fingers played over Lisa’s dark nipples, coaxing them ever more erect in her arousal.

“Tina, oh…Tina…” Lisa rolled her head around, moaning her friend’s name. “Mmm…yes…like that…just like…AHHHH!!!”

Eliot watched intently as Lisa’s body convulsed again and again as she groaned in satisfaction. As her climax diffused, Lisa fell on her back atop of Tina. For a few moments, she just lay there, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Eliot could see Tina’s gleeful smile between Lisa’s quivering legs.

“Oh, it’s on now.” Lisa grinned wildly, turning over to face the crevice between Tina’s sculpted legs, quickly descending into the lush folds therein.

“Oh yeah, Lisa!” Tina smiled, her eyes growing wide with pleasure. “Nnnngh! Do it!”

Soon Tina’s own tongue was once again burrowing into Lisa’s nether lips while her hands grasped and massaged the toned muscles of Lisa’s gorgeous butt. The two wrestlers writhed together on the bench, their enthusiastic tongues servicing one another. Their moans and groans were punctuated by fits of giggles and quick gasps for breath.

Eliot gazed, transfixed on the two women, trying to resist the temptation to reach down and satisfy his own needs. Suddenly he felt a warm, slender hand coil around his stiff, twitching cock. Eliot’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as Christie’s other hand slipped from his mouth as her lips grazed his ear.

“Don’t make a sound.” The assassin breathed. “Not a sound.”

Eliot braced his hands against the sides of the locker as Christie’s hand began long, tantalizingly slow strokes along his shaft. Her other hand slid leisurely down Eliot’s slim torso to cup his sac. Eliot bit down on his lower lip as she toyed with his testicles with one hand and pumped his stunned rod with the other.

Eliot reset his focus on Tina and Lisa, hoping to distract himself. The two wrestlers rolled off the bench and soon became a squirming mass of light and dark flesh coiled together in raw passion. Christie’s hands massaged and yanked on Eliot’s manhood even as he watched Tina’s generous breasts press into Lisa’s firm orbs while the two women kissed hungrily, their tongues lapping at one another. Lisa’s lips trailed down Tina’s throat, while Tina’s fingers worked between Lisa’s legs.

Christie’s ministrations increased in intensity. Eliot brought his hand up and clamped it over his mouth, trying to hold in his screams. He could feel Christie begin to undulate her body against him, her breasts rubbing around the sides of his neck and her hips grinding against his slim butt. Eliot knew he could not hold out much longer before losing himself to the assassin’s amazingly skilled hands. His groin was dancing with pleasure in her confident grasp.

Tina and Lisa both sat up, facing one another, and pressed in close, their legs crossing as they brought their nether lips together. Gold and russet patches mingled as they made contact, scissoring each other.

“Grind it, Lisa!” Tina moaned. “Grind me!”

“Yes, honey!” Lisa cooed, gazing down at their conjoined intimacy. “Oh, it feels so warm!”

“Harder!” Tina yelled. “Oh, god! Lisa, HARDER!!!”

Lisa got to her feet, holding onto Tina’s thigh, lifting her friend’s legs off the ground. Tina lay on her shoulders, nearly doing a headstand. Lisa stood over her, straddling Tina’s spread legs and grasping her thighs tightly to her chest and back, supporting her. Tina lifted up with her hands, shoving her slit up into Lisa’s waiting crevice. Lisa squatted down and their womanhoods slammed together viciously, eliciting impassioned cries of ecstasy.

Eliot watched Lisa’s leg muscles ripple as she grinded down into her friend. He watched as Tina’s arms bulged with strength as she pushed her hips up to meet each of Lisa’s thrusts with her own.

“Oh my GOD! Lisa, I’m going to…nnnghhh!!!” Tina groped her own breasts as she groaned in pleasure.

“I’m coming too, Tinahhhhhh!!!!” Sweat poured down Lisa’s shuddering body.

The two women cried out in unison, their voices echoing loudly off the tiled walls and resonating inside Eliot’s locker. Christie’s hand yanked hard on his cock and he gritted his teeth, resisting with all his strength. Eliot managed to hold off his orgasm as he watched Lisa collapse on top of Tina. He heard Christie snicker softly in his ear.

“The show isn’t over, my boy.” She whispered silkily.

Lisa lay on top of Tina, both girls trying to catch their breath. They locked gazes, drowning in one another’s gorgeous eyes. Even from across the room, Eliot could see the fire beginning to rekindle between the two women.

“Come here, you.” Tina sat up, grabbing the back of Lisa’s head in her hand and pulling her into a long, sensual kiss. They lay back as their mouths worked against each other, savoring the taste of one another’s warm, lush lips.

Lisa finally broke their moist kiss and sat up, her hips straddling Tina’s ripped abs. Tina’s hands roamed up and over Lisa’s naked body, trailing over her toned stomach to her full breasts, then back down to start all over again. Lisa grinned, reaching out to seize a small bag resting at the foot of the bench where their current tryst had begun.

“God, Lisa.” Tina breathed a sigh of wonder as she ogled and massaged Lisa’s body. “Just look at you. Your face, your hair…your body… just beautiful.”

“Tina…” Lisa giggled, her dark cheeks flushing. Her hand slipped into the bag and came out with a dark rubber stick that was rounded on both ends and bent at a 45 degree angle at its middle. It reminded Eliot of a cylindrical boomerang.

“Oh, wow!” Tina’s lips curled in a mischievous grin as her eyes settled on the dark rubber device. “Where did you get that?”

“After the last tournament game, Dixie and Reiko suggested I get one of these.” Lisa turned the device over in her hand. It was a good foot or more long; six or seven inches to each half. “Lucky for us, this thing was available in ‘ninja black’. Wanna see if it compares at all?”

“Oh, yeah, bring it!” Tina nodded enthusiastically.

Lisa tapped something on the side of the device and it began a low humming as it shook in her hand. She lowered it behind her down toward Tina’s dripping wet slit, grinning devilishly at her friend the entire time. The quivering tip slipped past Tina’s nether lips.

“Ahhh! Yes! Shove it in, Lisa, NOW!” Tina shouted.

Lisa obliged, sinking the vibrator into her friend all the way to the elbow joint. Tina moaned in pleasure, her chest heaving as the device sent astounding sensations dancing through her inner depths and into her entire body. Lisa positioned her glistening crevice over the other end of the vibrator as she watched Tina writhing beneath her.

“Here we go.” Lisa dropped onto the firm length, letting it fill her with throbbing ecstasy. “Oh, GOD!!!”

Lisa began riding the device, her hips churning and bouncing on the hard rubber shaft. Her movements were transferred through the vibrator, causing the length inside of Tina to rub against her inner walls with fantastic results. Eliot watched as Lisa appeared to ride Tina like an animal, her body bouncing up and down, bringing cries of ecstasy ripping from Tina’s lungs.

“Yes, Lisa, YES!” Tina arched her back from the tile floor. Her hands shot out and grasped Lisa’s breasts, kneading the chocolate mounds of warm flesh with her strong fingers. “Ride it! Yeah, ride it!”

“Squeeze them, Tina!” Lisa’s head rolled back as she lavished Tina’s ministrations. “Yes! Just like that! Nnnnghh!!!”

Lisa reached down and reciprocated, massaging Tina’s grand bust with loving hands. The two friends wriggled against each other, groping one another’s gorgeous breasts while their most intimate depths were joined together by the pulsating length of the pleasure device.

“Ohhh, ahhh!!! Oh, baby!” Tina gripped Lisa’s shoulders in her hands and pulled her down into another savage kiss. The golden haired woman began thrusting up into Lisa with abandon, slamming the vibrator deeper into their dripping vessels. Lisa slid up and down the length of the device, her body gliding over Tina’s again and again. Eliot could see their breasts rubbing together over and over, Lisa’s russet nipples fencing with the hard, erect tips of Tina’s rosy peaks.

Meanwhile, Christie’s hands were now a blur of movement around Eliot’s ecstatic genitals. Her dexterous fingers pinched and pulled, stimulating every nerve along Eliot’s throbbing shaft and pampering his sensitive testicles with masterful skill and precision. Nothing he did could stave off the shameful lust that poured through his mind. Eliot tried to picture Hitomi’s face in his mind’s eye but the image was shattered with each shudder of his body under Christie’s expert skills. His heart protested, but the rest of Eliot’s body wanted Christie, and it wanted her badly.

“God! Oh, GOD!!!” Tina moaned. “Lisa, I’m gonna come…HARD!!!”

“Tina!” Sweat poured down Lisa’s body, mixing with Tina’s own perspiration as she groaned with each thrust of Tina’s hips. “Me too…oh, please come with me!”

“Kiss me!” Tina’s tongue snaked out and licked Lisa’s lush lips. “AHHH!!! Kiss me while…ohhhh…while we come!”

“Oh, Tina! Honey!” Lisa’s eyes filled with tears that ran down her cheeks as she closed them, her mouth descending on Tina’s lips in a consummate kiss of passion.

When their orgasm hit, Tina and Lisa bucked and reared, their bodies convulsing together with a shared climax that shot through the women’s very souls. They both screamed their ecstasy into each other’s mouths, bodies pressed fast together in a desperate embrace, toes curling, breasts heaving against breasts with every wave of pleasure.

Eliot’s loins exploded with a violent orgasm, his rod erupting with a hot stream of his seed that splattered against the locker door in several strong volleys. Eliot’s mouth opened wide, but his voice was gone. He simply shuddered against Christie’s naked form as he let his climax overtake him, every muscle in his body going taut as the pleasure surged through every fiber of his being.

By the time he could focus his eyes, Lisa and Tina were already standing shakily to their feet. Tina pulled Lisa against her and they kissed for a long while, their hands running through each other’s hair. When they pulled back, Lisa held up the vibrator.

“Not really up to real ninja standards, was it?” Tina frowned at their soaked toy.

“Not even close. And I…uh…I think we broke it.” Lisa regarded the now lifeless device. Eliot noticed the dark rubber was now crushed and twisted oddly in several spots, obviously unprepared for the ferocity of Tina and Lisa’s sex.

“The next one is on me.” Tina smiled warmly, kissing Lisa lightly on the lips. “I think…well…I don’t know how you feel, but….”

“Me too, Tina.” Lisa blinked nervously. “Me too.”

“Oh, good.” Tina uncharacteristically blushed a deep scarlet then quickly shook herself out of it. “So, how about a shower to cool off?

“I’d love it.” Lisa smiled back.

The two women walked past Eliot’s locker, holding hands as they went. Soon the showers were started up and steam began to fill the room. Eliot gasped softly as Christie’s hands slipped from his groin.

“Wait here.” Christie ordered him firmly as they stepped out of the locker.

“Where are you going?” Eliot whispered harshly.

“Do you want to leave here naked?” Christie whispered back coolly.

The silver haired assassin glided stealthily into the steam filled showers, not making a sound, leaving Eliot to stand anxiously in the nude by the locker room door. After a few moments, Christie reemerged clutching her leather motorcycle gear and Eliot’s simple tunic. They dressed quickly, not speaking a word to one another. Eliot did not dare to say anything about what she had done to him in the locker. It almost seemed like a dream.

A very guilty dream at that.

Once they were fully clothed, Christie motioned curtly toward the door and they slipped silently out. Christie grabbed Eliot’s arm before he took more than a couple steps down the hallway, turning him back toward her.

“We’re not done here.” Christie said, frowning in distaste at the young boy. “Or don’t you wish to find Hayabusa?”

“No, of course I do.” Eliot bristled, embarrassed at how distracted he had become. “I was just going to check our exit route.”

Christie shook her head in derision and turned back to the locker room door. She waited a few minutes, then knocked firmly three times, followed by four more rapid taps. After a few moments, the door opened to reveal Lisa wearing nothing but a violet bath towel wrapped around her.

“Christie!” Lisa’s eyes widened in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to speak with you and Tina.” Christie explained. “The kid is with me.”

“Kid?” Lisa looked past Christie and spotted Eliot. “Oh, Eliot! It’s you!”

“Good evening, Lisa.” Eliot bowed.

“You know him?” Christie’s brow furrowed quizzically.

“Yes, he showed up on Zack’s island sometime after you left.” Lisa nodded warmly at Eliot. “But please, come on in. Tina should be out soon.”

Christie motioned for Eliot to take a seat on the bench where Tina and Lisa had early been making passionate love. Eliot sat, trying not to think about what he had seen as Christie went to speak with Tina and Lisa across the room. Their conversation was hushed and hurried. Christie’s voice was low and intense, but tightly controlled. Lisa gasped several times and Tina growled low in her throat at couple of points. Eliot only caught a little bit of the last exchange.

“…we’ll tell her, Christie.” Tina nodded. “She’ll know.”

“She misses you, you know.” Lisa added softly, her eyes full of empathy.

Christie nodded stiffly, seeming oddly uncomfortable. Tina and Lisa both gave her a weak smile and then waved to Eliot. He waved back, smiling bravely while trying not to picture the two of them grinding against each other in wild lesbian sex. He managed the smile, but failed the rest.

As Christie led him back out the door, Eliot followed close behind, very aware of the awkward silence as they exited the arena. Working up his courage, Eliot cleared his throat.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll know when we’re there.” Christie did not turn to face him, but kept walking.

“What? Why?” Eliot demanded. “What about finding Ryu? You said you’d help me!”

“Not for free.” Christie stopped suddenly and turned on him, her eyes cold and calculating. “I am an assassin, boy. An expensive one.”

“But…” Eliot shook his head in panic. “I don’t have money like that!”

“Who said anything about cash?” Christie leered down at him.

Eliot felt very small and very vulnerable under her withering gaze. But somewhere, deep in the primitive recesses of his brain, the young cultured boy heard a savage primitive beat his chest and roar in anticipation.


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Writer Commentary

There are about four favorite lesbian pairings in the DOA fan universe. Hitomi and Leifang are two young sexy girls who seem to enjoy sharing ice-cream cones and feeding one another strawberries. Team Ninja is obviously aware of that pairing, and have included those suggestive moments in the DOAXBV games with a wink and a grin. Helena and Christie have an odd relationship that is filled with tension that fans have felt could be sexual in nature. The original lesbian pairing was, of course, that of Kasumi and Ayane. Ninja lesbian half-sisters getting it on is enough to get anyone’s blood pumping. And the newest popular pairing would be between Tina and Lisa, two beautiful American women who both happen to be wrestlers.

The setup in this chapter is pretty extensive in comparison to the previous chapters. The bouncer that Eliot scams is supposed to be the same big oaf you encounter in Ninja Gaiden outside of Hans’ Bar. Eliot manages to get inside, and he witnesses Christie’s assassination of a man that turns out to be Charlie the Cheat. I adapted this scene from Christie’s ending in DOA4.

Eliot’s fight with Christie is inspired by the city-street themed level from DOA4. As many of you know, the passing vehicles can strike and damage your opponent in the game, and Eliot nearly gets run over in this fight scene. Eliot later witnesses Tina and Lisa engaged in a wrestling match, though he doesn’t recognize them. This wrestling match is the same one seen in Lisa’s DOA4 ending cinematic. That’s two DOA4 tie-in scenes already!

Having Eliot see Christie taking a shower was inspired by Christie’s ending cinematic in DOA3 where we got a glimpse of her gorgeous body as she showers. Just when we think that something is about to happen between them, Tina and Lisa come in, forcing Christie and Eliot to hide in a locker while still totally naked. Eliot is once again the voyeuristic perspective for the reader, but this time he is not alone in his hiding place.

The sex scene between Lisa and Tina was a real challenge. The Koibito series had never had a lesbian sex scene as the central element in a chapter before. Fortunately, there is good reason for the popularity of Lisa/Tina pairings, as they have great chemistry. Regardless of your feelings about race, I think that black/white pairings are extremely interesting from a purely visual perspective. The contrast of light on dark is extremely provocative, and that dynamic adds to the intensity of their encounter. If Tina and Lisa are any indication, humanity could eradicate racism if everyone would realize just how hot diversity can be.

While Tina and Lisa 69 one another, Christie begins manually stimulating our young hero. The two wrestlers continue their love making, and eventually bring out the old hentai workhorse: the double-ended dildo. There’s a throw-away reference to Rumble Roses in there for your amusement. I like to think that all fighting games somehow exist in the same universe in some way or another.

Lisa and Tina confess their love to one another, though not in so many words. This was a tricky decision, but there will be an on-going theme of finding true love in the “Beta Build” saga, with each pairing having a different level and definition of “true love” depending on the character in question. Ryu, Kasumi and Ayane were the first “true love” pairing, and Eliot and Hitomi were the second. Tina and Lisa just seemed to have a really strong connection here, so I made the decision to pair them up for good. I’m not making anyone strictly monogamous, but I’d like to avoid the idea that the DOA women are all just standing around waiting for their turn with Ryu.

Christie’s conversation with Lisa and Tina foreshadows the main plot of the subsequent “Beta Build” saga. It’s all very vague, but one should take note of the end of their conversation, where the two wrestlers mention a woman missing Christie. I’m sure this isn’t real hard to figure out, but it will lead somewhere.

Eliot doesn’t have much time to ponder these things himself since Christie leads him off, explaining that she requires compensation for her help. Oh, you poor boy, Eliot.