Ninja Gaiden Koibito

Ninja Roses: Twin Desires


“We should kill her.” Yasha Benikage said in a quiet, deadly voice.

Ryu, Yasha, Helena, Miss Spencer, Lisa and Tina stood in front of an observation window in the isolation wing of the medical station. Anesthesia was unconscious and restrained on an examination table on the other side of the one-way glass. Leather straps bound her neck, wrists, waist, and ankles securely to the steel surface of the table. She was wearing a simple white hospital gown. Christie was standing next to the table, waiting patiently.

“That is one option.” Helena nodded. “From what you’ve all told me, this Anesthesia is a devious and dangerous woman. But does she deserve death?”

Helena looked expectantly at Lisa, but there was no reaction in her dark eyes. Lisa continued staring expressionlessly at Anesthesia, her face completely unreadable. Helena sighed and turned to Miss Spencer.

“What do you think, Muriel?” Helena asked.

“I’m not sure.” Miss Spencer shook her head.

“She brainwashed you!” Tina blurted, unable to contain her frustration. “Aren’t you a little sore about that?”

“Of course.” Miss Spencer conceded with mild embarrassment. “But there’s something wrong here. Seeing her now… I’m not sure why, but…. I’m not feeling any hatred for her.”

“I would think Makoto and Aigle deserve to have their voices heard as well.” Helena nodded. “They were abused by Anesthesia as well. And Fujiko was under her control for who knows how long. I would wager she will have strong feelings on the subject.”

“We cannot kill her yet, in any case.” Yasha interjected, her voice sounding distinctly disappointed. “We must learn who she was working for.”

“Christie should be able to handle that.” Helena said coyly. She reached over and pressed a button next to the observation window. “You may begin.”

Christie grinned, her lips twisting with malicious glee. She produced a glass vial from a pocket on her formfitting silver and black catsuit and held it next to Anesthesia’s nose. Anesthesia came to with a start, instantly straining against the unyielding straps holding her fast against the table.

“Good morning, love.” Christie purred in a dangerously soft voice.

“You!” Anesthesia hissed at her. “I’ll dissect your pathetic excuse for a body and store your brain in formaldehyde! It won’t take a very large container, I’m sure!”

“I look forward to that.” Christie nodded pleasantly, flashing her brilliantly white teeth in a predatory grin. “But right now it seems that it is you who finds herself on the cutting board as it were.”

“Torture me all you like.” Anesthesia snarled. “I have nothing to say.”

“No need for that, darling.” Christie shook her head. “There’s little point in threatening violence against you. You’re well aware that you’ll heal completely from any injury. In fact, you came in here with a cracked skull, and now there isn’t a hint of damage.”

“Is this supposed to intimidate me?” Anesthesia asked sarcastically. “You tell me that you cannot hurt me. That’s your best threat?”

“There’s no reason to injure you.” Christie nodded. She began walking around the table, her fingers idly tapping the metallic surface. “But that doesn’t mean there aren’t other ways to make you talk.”

Suddenly a glint of metal appeared in Christie’s hand. Anesthesia’s eyes widened as she realized the silver-haired assassin was now wielding a scalpel, but she did not scream even as Christie swung the incredibly sharp blade down across Anesthesia’s torso. With Christie’s amazing dexterity, the scalpel missed Anesthesia’s skin by a hair’s breadth, cutting only her hospital gown. The scalpel vanished as quickly as it appeared, and Christie grinned as the thin fabric slid down Anesthesia’s body in two equal halves straight down her body revealing the Australian woman’s rich, dark skin. Anesthesia’s eyes burned with outrage while Christie smirked.

“My, my…” Christie clicked her tongue and nodded in appreciation as she gazed at Anesthesia’s bared breasts. “You certainly have nothing to hide there. Those are first rate knockers, darling. And believe me; I pride myself as an expert on the subject.”

“You’re going to compliment me to death?” Anesthesia sniffed derisively, her eyes flashing with defiance. “My body was more than enough to overwhelm that precious ninja friend of yours.”

“Really?” Christie asked lightly as she ran her fingers over Anesthesia’s toned abs, feeling the firm muscles. “You certainly are in fine shape… good, solid core I see. Lovely complexion and perfectly proportioned… dear, those legs of yours go on forever.”

Anesthesia rolled her eyes in contempt. “Hayabusa never stood a chance.”

“But I can’t help but wonder…” Christie cocked her head as her fingers moved up between Anesthesia’s breasts. She could feel Anesthesia’s heart beating quickly under her touch. “It had to be more than just your body. You must have seen him handle all those other women, and they were all just as gorgeous as you.”

“That’s debatable.” Anesthesia shot back. “But how you use your body is far more important.”

“Ah, so your sexual technique was the key.” Christie nodded confidingly, giving Anesthesia a wink. “I dare say I’ve learned a few maneuvers myself over the years.”

“How marvelous for you.” Anesthesia sighed impatiently.

“Care to sample one or two?” Christie asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

“What?” Anesthesia blinked. “Are you… propositioning me?”

“Darling, don’t tell me you’re shy.” Christie giggled, affecting the tone of a teenage girl. “I know Muriel Spencer didn’t turn from a virgin English teacher into a sex goddess all by herself. Aigle and Makoto learned a few new tricks from you as well, not to mention Fujiko. You seem like a hands-on teacher.”

Christie’s hand moved over Anesthesia’s right breast, massaging the mound of soft flesh. Anesthesia tried to hide her reaction, but Christie could see the other woman’s eyes widen and her breath quicken. Christie flicked Anesthesia’s russet nipple and grinned as it stiffened with arousal.

“We’re going to have so much fun!” Christie purred and began peeling off her skin-tight catsuit. Anesthesia didn’t even blink as she watched the fabric fall away to reveal Christie’s amazing body. The British assassin’s full breasts jostled naturally as she swung a leg up onto the table and climbed up to straddle Anesthesia’s waist. Anesthesia’s arms strained for a moment against the straps holding them down as she instinctively tried to reach for Christie’s beautiful, creamy breasts. Anesthesia’s eyes moved down, and her mouth watered at the sight of Christie’s silver patch and the delicate folds between her spread legs.

“Such a lovely woman you are.” Christie sighed, placing her hands on Anesthesia’s twin orbs. “I love a good, hard cock as much as the next girl, but…mmm… there’s something about feeling the softness of another woman’s breasts in your hands that just… hits the spot, don’t you think?”

“You’re hardly my type.” Anesthesia’s attempt at disinterest did little to hide her accelerated breathing as Christie’s hands massaged her breasts. “But I could remake you.”

“That’s tempting.” Christie laughed, pinching Anesthesia’s nipples and eliciting a quick yelp from the bound woman. “I would be putty in your hands. I’d wager it would be an intense experience.”

“Those women all experienced pleasures unlike anything else in their entire lives.” Anesthesia boasted, trying to ignore the warmth gathering between her legs as Christie continued kneading her bosom.

“You taught them quite a bit.” Christie nodded, letting her right hand slide down over Anesthesia’s toned abs before reaching back to send her fingers down between Anesthesia’s athletic thighs. “You shaped them… molded them.”

Anesthesia inhaled sharply as Christie’s fingertips brushed either side of her nether lips. Anesthesia glared up at the assassin defiantly. But Christie could see a great yearning in Anesthesia’s dark eyes. It had been a long time since Anesthesia had felt pleasure like this. That would make this much easier.

“But why go through all this trouble?” Christie asked. Her left hand continued massaging the nurse’s right breast, teasing her erect nipple while the fingers of her right hand slowly stroked the increasingly moist folds between Anesthesia’s legs. “If you just wanted immortality, why not approach Ryu with your research and find a safe way to transfer his gift? Why try to doom him to becoming a Fiend?”

“A girl has to…mmm… keep some secrets.” Anesthesia quipped breathily, unable to mask the pleasure beginning to flow through her lower abdomen from Christie’s skilled fingers.

Christie leaned down, coming almost nose to nose with Anesthesia and staring into her eyes.

“Not from me you don’t.” Christie spoke in a deadly quiet voice. Then her head moved down and her lips covered Anesthesia’s right breast. She nibbled at the nurse’s nipple and plunged two fingers into her slit, forcing a pleasured cry from Anesthesia’s lips.

“I won’t tell you anything! You bitch! Oooooh!” Anesthesia moaned as Christie’s tongue teased her sensitive nipple. Then Christie’s fingers began gently undulating inside Anesthesia’s wet vessel. “Damn it! I… won’t… aaaaaah! I… CAN’T!”

“Why not?” Christie asked, lifting her mouth from the nurse’s breasts for a moment. She let her right thumb gently caress the nub of Anesthesia’s clit and she bucked beneath Christie. “Why not tell me who you’re working for?”


“I…” Anesthesia’s eyes lost focus for a moment, as if she were listening to something far away. Then she shook her head vehemently. “Never! If fingering me is the worst torture you can muster, bring it on!”

“Oh, my dear Anesthesia.” Christie grinned, tweaking the other woman’s nipple. “I think you misunderstand my intentions here. Now, if I’m not mistaken… you’re ready to come.”

“As if your pathetic efforts could make me….uuuuungh!” Anesthesia’s mocking voice was lost in an involuntary shudder of pleasure. She bit down on her lower lip, managing just a half-hearted scowl as her body betrayed her.

“Almost there, darling.” Christie cooed, stroking Anesthesia’s inner flesh with her expert fingers.

“No…no…” Anesthesia grimaced, her arms and legs straining against the leather straps holding her in place. Her breasts heaved as her breath became ever more labored; the pleasure was simply too much to resist. “No…I won’t…I won’t come!”

“As a matter of fact…” Christie said, feeling Anesthesia’s inner muscles beginning to tighten. “… you won’t.”

And with that, Christie extricated her fingers from Anesthesia’s wet slit and folded her arms under her own breasts, staring down at the bound woman with a malicious grin.

“I… what?” Anesthesia stammered, her body on the very verge of orgasm. The sudden lack of stimulation was maddening. Her body screamed for release. As she looked up at Christie’s smug face, realization dawned. “You… I underestimated you.”

“That, you did.” Christie nodded, her eyes full of contempt. “You think I plan to give you satisfaction? I’ll wait till your body relaxes, and then I’ll start again. I know a thousand ways to pleasure a woman, and you’ll experience all of them… almost.”

Ryu and the others watched in rapt silence as Christie began her work. Her fingers danced inside Anesthesia’s womanhood, causing the evil nurse’s body to thrash against her restraints as pleasure boiled inside. But then Christie would stop at the critical moment, leaving her dangling on the precipice of orgasm, gasping for breath with eyes full of fury. Christie nibbled and teased Anesthesia’s breasts as she pleasured her, sometimes driving her to the very edge of release in minutes, or painstakingly coaxing her toward a potential orgasm over the course of an hour or more. But each and every time, Anesthesia was denied satisfaction.

Time slipped by, one denied climax after another. Minutes turned to hours as Christie continued with unrelenting resolve. Her fingers and lips played over Anesthesia’s sweat-slick body, driving the bound nurse mad with unfulfilled pleasures. The torture was verbal as well, and Christie whispered countless erotic phrases in Anesthesia’s ear, reminding her of what she was missing.

Christie began pleasuring herself, adding insult to injury. First she simply rubbed her nether lips while straddling Anesthesia’s waist, making sure she could see every juicy detail. Christie moaned, her toned abs undulating before Anesthesia’s eyes as she brought herself to orgasm. Anesthesia groaned with longing, seeing the ecstasy in Christie’s face as her body shook with pleasure. As time passed, Christie became far bolder, fingering both herself and Anesthesia simultaneously.

“It’s good…mmm….isn’t it?” Christie purred, leering down at Anesthesia as her fingers danced inside both their vessels.

“Damn…you….AAAH!” Anesthesia wailed, arching her back as she felt Christie’s skilled fingers stroke a most sensitive region within.

“I’m almost there!” Christie breathed deeply, feeling her approaching orgasm. “Are you close, Anesthesia?”

“Let me come! Damn you! Let me COME!” Anesthesia raged, her arms straining against the leather straps holding her down.

“Almost…ohhh…almost….YES!” Christie let out a long sensual moan as she came, and her fingers slipped from Anesthesia’s nether lips at the last instant, leaving the other woman at the edge of orgasm once again.

“I’ll kill you!” Anesthesia hissed. Sweat dripped off her amazing body, countless near-orgasms taking their toll.

“Amazing.” Christie gasped for breath and flexed her weary hands. “You aren’t just immortal, are you Anesthesia? Any ordinary woman would be comatose by now. You have seemingly limitless energy.”

“More than enough to strangle you once I’m free!” Anesthesia’s voice dripped with hatred.

“I’m relieved, actually.” Christie smiled, ignoring the threat. “I had feared you might lose consciousness. But now I know you won’t miss a moment of the torment. My, those are absolutely lovely breasts.”

Christie moved forward, placing her knees just beneath Anesthesia’s spread arms beside the top of her ribcage. The white-haired assassin reached down and grasped Anesthesia’s right breast in her hand, massaging the soft flesh. Then, with a smirk, Christie squatted down, bringing her moist nether lips down over Anesthesia’s impressive bosom. Anesthesia moaned as she felt the heat of Christie’s womanhood against her breast. The nub of Christie’s clitoris brushed against Anesthesia’s nipple, eliciting a startled gasp from both women.

“Oh yes, this is going to be brilliant!” Christie licked her lips in anticipation. She began grinding down onto Anesthesia’s breast, her body undulating with feline grace. Anesthesia’s nipples had been hard for untold hours, and Christie could feel the firm tip sliding against her velvety folds.

“Stop! I… I can’t!” Anesthesia whimpered, shaking her head as she watched Christie’s voluptuous body grind against her full bosom. The heat in her body was excruciating.

“Mmmm… that’s right…deeper!” Christie bit her lower lip, grinding down harder. Anesthesia’s nipple slipped inside her. It was no cock, but the soft flesh of Anesthesia’s breast between Christie’s legs had its own special appeal.

“No…no, no, no!” Anesthesia moaned as her body’s urges became unbearable. Christie’s hot, wet slit was enveloping her right breast, and she could hear the assassin’s pleasured gasps and sighs as she writhed on top of her. “I will never surrender! I WILL NOT!”

“I should hope so!” Christie laughed, her eyes fluttering closed as she continued humping Anesthesia’s warm breast. “Uuuungh! Keep resisting, please! I never want to stop!”

“My god!” Miss Spencer gasped, watching along with the others from behind the two-way mirror. Her eyes grew wide behind her red-rimmed glasses as she saw Christie’s lithe body undulating on top of the squirming Anesthesia. “Anesthesia has a supernatural immortality, but Christie… how is she doing this? She’s completely relentless!”

“Yes.” Helena smiled, dabbing away a spot of saliva from the corner of her mouth with a kerchief. Watching Christie in action always made her mouth water. “She is remarkable. I must introduce you to her, Muriel.”

Miss Spencer blushed fiercely, but her eyes shone with anticipation.

“Christie is a sex-machine; that goes without saying.” Tina nodded impatiently. “But Miss Spencer’s point stands. Anesthesia has unlimited physical stamina. She will NEVER get tired. Christie is going to get worn out sooner or later. What if Anesthesia doesn’t break before then?”

“The vile nurse will undoubtedly feel invincible.” Yasha spoke softly. “If we falter, Anesthesia will never tell us who she is working for.”

“I could take over.” Tina interjected with a confident smile. “I’m on even footing with her now. I won’t get tired.”

“No, Tina.” Ryu shook his head. “Your sexual skill is more than a match for Anesthesia, but you lack a specific quality necessary.”

“What?” Tina asked.

“Cruelty.” Ryu said simply. “You are too pure-hearted for this.”

“He’s right, Tina.” Helena nodded, cutting off Tina’s retort. “Christie may be my lover, but I know better than anyone the darkness inside her. You’re a magnificent sexual athlete, Tina, but you are no sadist. I’m afraid that’s what we need to break Anesthesia.”

Tina opened her mouth to protest, but could not find any words. She realized they had all given her a heart-felt compliment.

“So we just hope Anesthesia decides an orgasm is more important than her bosses before Christie faints from exhaustion.” Tina sighed. “Great.”

Ryu saw Tina glance at Lisa and looked at her as well. Lisa had not spoken since Christie had started hours ago. Her face was not filled with vindictive pleasure, nor was there even a glint of satisfaction. Her dark eyes watched unblinkingly as Christie brought herself to orgasm grinding on Anesthesia’s breast. There was no anger, no smug contentment. Lisa’s face was pensive, her brow was furrowed and skin around her eyes was drawn tight in what almost looked like concern.

Tina reached out and took Lisa’s hand in her own, giving her a squeeze. Lisa looked at Tina, her eyes full of confusion.

“What is it, Lisa?” Tina asked. “Are you okay? Do you want to leave?”

“I’m… I’m fine.” Lisa shook her head. “I just… something doesn’t feel right. That woman in there… she doesn’t…” Lisa closed her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t understand what I’m feeling, but it isn’t what I expected.”

“I know she’s your sister.” Tina comforted her. “I can’t imagine what you’re feeling.”

“That’s just it.” Lisa sighed. “It’s like I’m not seeing my sister in there.”

“That’s Anesthesia.” Yasha stated firmly. “And Anesthesia is your sister.”

“Yes, but…” Lisa made a hissing sound through her teeth. “That’s Anesthesia but… it isn’t.”

Christie was still shaking from her orgasm, moaning sensually while Anesthesia looked up at her with equal measures murderous intent and carnal desire. Anesthesia could feel Christie’s juices flowing down around her right breast, could feel Christie’s womanhood constricting on her russet nipple.

“Oh, that was fantastic!” Christie exclaimed, wiping the sweat from her brow with her wrist. “Now let’s see… what next?”

“What do you mean, Lisa?” Helena asked, watching out of the corner of her eye as Christie dropped down off the table and moved around to stand in front of Anesthesia’s spread legs.

“I can’t explain it.” Lisa shook her head. “It doesn’t make sense. Anesthesia was always arrogant and superior, but the… the creature in there; that can’t be her.”

“Aaaaah!” Anesthesia groaned with both pleasure and despair as Christie’s face disappeared between her thighs. The assassin’s skilled tongue lapped eagerly at Anesthesia’s dripping wet nether lips. Then Christie pressed in tighter, and her mouth went wild, ravishing Anesthesia’s womanhood. “Oh! I won’t give in! NEVER! OH YES!!! No! I can’t! Nnnnghaa! LISA!!!”

“What!?” Lisa gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“There’s no way she knows you’re here.” Tina shook her head in denial before tapping the two-way mirror in front of them. “And she sure as hell can’t see through this thing.”

“Lisa! I want… LISA!!!” Anesthesia howled, her restrained body thrashing about. Her voice was high and full of vulnerability.

Christie raised her head from between Anesthesia’s legs, her lips dripping with the nurse’s arousal.

“Who?” Christie asked with perfect fake indifference. “Who is Lisa?”

“My, my sister.” Anesthesia gasped for breath. The normally disdainful look in her eyes was replaced with fear. “Where is she? I…”

Then suddenly Anesthesia’s face contorted into a vicious sneer.

“NO! No, I don’t need anyone! Don’t listen to HER!” Anesthesia hissed.

“Make up your mind, Anesthesia.” Christie sighed and leaned back down to continue cunniling the bound nurse.

“I must see her! I must see Lisa!” Anesthesia moaned once more. “No! No, I do NOT!”

“What is this, some sort of insanity act?” Helena asked, frowning.

“She’s a trickster, you said so yourself, Lisa.” Tina nodded in agreement.

Ryu looked at Lisa and saw complete confusion in her eyes. And there was something else there. Something like a glimmer of hope.

“I’m going in there.” Lisa said firmly.

“Lisa, no!” Tina gave her hand a firm squeeze. “This is a trick!”

“Might be.” Lisa nodded, but her resolve was evident. She turned to Yasha and Ryu. “If this is a mistake… if anything happens to me...”

Ryu and Yasha nodded silently. Anesthesia would not live long enough to regret it.

“I’m going in with you.” Tina said.

“I have to do this by myself, Tina. This is my decision and my risk alone.” Lisa reached up and cupped Tina’s cheek in her hand. “I love you, Tina Armstrong.”

“I love you, Lisa.” Tina blinked back her tears and released Lisa’s hand.

With a deep breath, Lisa turned and headed for the isolation room entrance. Helena pressed a control to signal Christie, and the white-haired assassin nodded reluctantly and began dressing.

“It seems our fun will have to wait until later, Anesthesia.” Christie sighed, giving Anesthesia’s clit one last stroke before heading to the exit.

Christie passed Lisa with a curt nod on her way out. Lisa stepped inside and the air-tight hatch closed shut behind her.

“Well.” Anesthesia said as she saw Lisa enter. She craned her neck to see Lisa more clearly, and her face twisted with disgust. “I wondered who the brain was around here. I should have known it was you.”

“Of course you knew.” Lisa said, keeping her voice amazingly calm considering the sheer terror coursing through her veins. Anesthesia was securely bound to the examination table, but all the same, Lisa’s skin was crawling. “You requested to see me, in fact.”

“No I didn’t.” Anesthesia said a little too loudly.

“I’m not interested in playing games with you, Anesthesia.” Lisa said sharply.

“Oh, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Playing games?” Anesthesia smiled cruelly. “Like when we were little girls. But we played such naughty games, you and I.”

“Stop it.” Lisa swallowed hard, wishing she could turn off the microphone, knowing the others would hear what Anesthesia was about to say.

“Such rascals we were.” Anesthesia continued, her voice low and conspiratorial. “Oh, we played with dolls like any good sisters do, but that wasn’t enough for us, especially when we were a bit older. Remember when we would go skinny-dipping?”

“Stop.” Lisa said in a small voice.

“Remember when we stripped down, right down to our birthday-suits?” Anesthesia said, her eyes glimmering. “We were practically young ladies by then, and our figures were filling in so nicely even back then. Remember what you asked me?”

Lisa simply nodded silently, staring off into the past.

“You asked me ‘if we’re sisters, how come we don’t look exactly alike?’” Anesthesia grinned. “I told you we did, but you didn’t believe me. You insisted that we compare… everything.”

Lisa covered her face with her hands.

“Seeing wasn’t enough, was it?” Anesthesia licked her lips. “We had to feel with our own hands. Our bodies were changing so fast, and they were glorious, weren’t they? And when we touched each other in the right spot…oh! That was a brand new frontier. That first time I made you come…”

Lisa inhaled sharply, sobbing.

“I felt you r naked body shaking against mine.” Anesthesia took a deep breath, savoring the vivid memory. “And then you made me come. My very first orgasm. You were good, so very good. We cuddled after, and then you kissed me.”

Lisa took her hands from her face, revealing tear-streaked cheeks and mournful eyes.

“My first kiss. Your first kiss.” Anesthesia laughed lightly. “We’d both just fingered each other, but somehow that kiss... That’s what still gives me chills.”

Lisa wiped away her tears.

“What pleasures we had together.” Anesthesia sighed, her firm breasts heaving. “Mother always wondered why we never brought any boys home. If only she’d known. Tell me; are you with anyone these days?”

Lisa nodded. “Yes.”

“A woman?” Anesthesia asked.

Lisa nodded in answer.

“Excellent. Does she make you feel what I made you feel?” Anesthesia asked. “Can she make your toes curl and your eyes roll back from the sheer ecstasy?”

“Yes.” Lisa answered, her voice growing stronger. “She does that and more.”

“But she’s not me.” Anesthesia smiled coldly. “And you’ve missed me.”

“I missed a woman who never existed.” Lisa said, shaking with fury. “You were always smug and more than a bit conceited, but you were always there for me when it counted. I believed in you, looked up to you. I loved you. And you betrayed me. You almost got Hayate and me killed!”

“Hayate?” Anesthesia frowned for a moment before smiling with realization. “Oh, you mean subject Ein.”

“His name is Hayate.” Lisa said firmly. “And I love him.”

“Love?” Anesthesia scoffed. “It’s always good to have a big hard cock available for the occasional fix, but love? Ha!”

“Why did you ask for me?” Lisa pushed past the rage and focused her thoughts.

“I didn’t.” Anesthesia said, once again a little too loudly.

“I heard you.” Lisa insisted.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing.” Anesthesia hissed with a sudden fury. “But I DID NOT ASK FOR YOU!”

“You didn’t…” Lisa said softly, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “But my sister did.”

“I AM your sister.” Anesthesia sneered.

“No.” Lisa shook her head, but a smile spread across her face. “No you aren’t. But maybe you can be!”

“What the hell sort of gibberish is that?” Anesthesia huffed, glaring at Lisa over the swell of her naked breasts.

“You called for me, but you didn’t?” Lisa raised an eyebrow. “If it worked on your victims, perhaps it will work on you.”

“What will?” Anesthesia blinked.

Lisa produced a keycard from her pocket and quickly moved to the exit, sliding the card over the sensor. The door’s deadlock clanged into place. The others could not get in. Lisa knew Tina would kill her for this, but she had to take the chance. Lisa squared her shoulders and took a deep breath before reaching up to unbutton her lab coat. Anesthesia’s eyes narrowed and she shook her head in disbelief.

“And here you thought I was the insane one.” She curled her lip.

Lisa’s lab coat fell to the cold isolation chamber floor. She had worn nothing beneath it. Lisa slipped off her shoes and moved closer next to Anesthesia’s naked, bound body. She looked down at her sister with as little fear as she could manage.

“I’m going to undo the straps.” Lisa said calmly.

“And what’s to keep me from snapping your pretty little neck the moment I’m free?” Anesthesia grinned maniacally.

“You could try, but I wouldn’t underestimate me if I were you.” Lisa didn’t even blink. “And if you did manage to kill me, the ninjas would eviscerate you in seconds.”

“There is that.” Anesthesia conceded. “But maybe killing you would be worth it.”

“I’m betting that there is something you want more than killing me.” Lisa said.

“What would that be, sweet sister?” Anesthesia asked.

“I was watching Christie the entire time.” Lisa explained. “You must want to come more than anything else in the world.”

“My sweet, delectable sister!” Anesthesia laughed wildly. “Oh, you are just as naughty as ever! Go on, then. Release me and see what happens; fratricide or incest. What a choice!”

After a momentary pause, Lisa reached out and began removing the leather straps from Anesthesia’s ankles. She then moved to her sister’s wrists, undoing the restraints. As the last strap fell away, Lisa stepped back, keeping her weight on the balls of her feet, ready for anything.

Anesthesia sat up slowly and swung her legs over the edge of the examination table. She slipped off the table to her feet and stared at Lisa. The two of them were not quite identical twins, but only just. Their bodies were virtually mirror images of one another. Rich, dark skin and graceful, buxom physiques; they were both exotic beauties. Lisa thought back to their youth when they first began their forbidden affair and wondered if it was a product of narcissism. They looked so much alike, perhaps they had been attracted to each other for just that fact.

Suddenly Anesthesia lunged forward and swung her right fist at Lisa’s face. Lisa brought up her forearm and blocked, bringing her right leg up toward Anesthesia’s ribcage. Anesthesia’s left hand caught her leg and pushed, forcing Lisa back against the wall behind her. Anesthesia released Lisa’s leg and pressed up against her, face to face.

Lisa gasped, feeling Anesthesia’s luscious breasts mash nipple to nipple with her own. Anesthesia’s toned abs rubbed against Lisa’s, and their noses brushed together, their lips mere millimeters apart.

“I should kill you.” Anesthesia snarled, her eyes burning with turmoil.

Then Lisa reached up and grabbed the back of Anesthesia’s head, pulling her into a deep kiss. They melted against each other as their mouths worked hungrily against one another. Their tongues wrestled wildly and guttural moans reverberated between them. Lisa’s hands roamed down and grasped Anesthesia’s supple buttocks in a tight grip, working her fingers into the toned muscles of her sister’s butt.

“You…bitch!” Anesthesia hissed through her teeth before trailing her lips down Lisa’s bare throat. Lisa rolled her head back, losing herself to the sensation. Anesthesia’s right hand moved down between them and found the moistness of Lisa’s nether lips. Without preamble, Anesthesia plunged two fingers inside her sister, stroking her madly.

“Aaaagh!” Lisa moaned with pleasure. Her right hand released Anesthesia’s butt and moved around to find the nurse’s womanhood. Christie had truly driven Anesthesia to the edge; Lisa’s fingers slipped inside her with ease. Anesthesia’s slit was tight, but dripping with several hours’ worth of unfulfilled arousal.

“Damn!” Anesthesia groaned, letting her left hand move up behind Lisa’s head to run her fingers through her sister’s silken russet hair. She staggered back, leading Lisa with her toward the examination table as they continued fingering each other with uncontrollable enthusiasm.

“Ooooh!” Lisa gasped, feeling Anesthesia’s fingers wiggling around inside her. Tina was a fantastic and insatiable lover, but Lisa reluctantly acknowledged that no one had ever fingered her like her sister. No one knew Lisa’s body like Anesthesia did, and she had the hands of a surgeon.

“That’s right!” Anesthesia cackled, stroking Lisa’s weakest point ferociously. “Feel that, do you?”

“Yes!” Lisa nodded, gritting her teeth against the pleasure. She redoubled her own efforts, letting her fingers dance inside Anesthesia’s hot flesh and sending her thumb to circle her sister’s clit.

“Aaaaaaah!” Anesthesia squealed, her eyes clamping shut as her body shook from the glorious sensations Lisa’s hand was giving her.

“Do you feel that?” Lisa quipped breathlessly, giving Anesthesia a sweaty grin.

“Haven’t missed a trick, have you? Oooooh!” Anesthesia bit her lower lip, her breasts heaving as her breath quickened. “Now let’s get serious!”

Anesthesia suddenly withdrew her hand from Lisa’s nether regions and snaked her arms under Lisa’s, then rolled back, pulling Lisa off her feet and flipping her through the air to land on her back atop the examination table. Lisa shook her head, seeing stars for a second before Anesthesia hopped up onto the table and crawled over her. With her sister’s shapely buttocks just above her face, Lisa knew exactly what Anesthesia wanted, and as Lisa watched Anesthesia’s face disappear between her legs, Lisa leaned up toward Anesthesia’s moist slit.

The two sisters moaned as they each felt the other’s lips and tongue begin working into their soft, velvety folds of intimate flesh. Anesthesia’s tongue sank between Lisa’s wet womanhood, sending incredible sensations bubbling up through Lisa’s toned body. Lisa reciprocated, covering Anesthesia’s clit with her lips, sucking eagerly on the nub of sensitive nerves and managing to draw a long moan of ecstasy Anesthesia that was smothered into Lisa’s own tingling erogenous flesh.

Lisa reached up and groped Anesthesia’s butt, feeling the toned muscle flex under her fingers. Anesthesia was in amazing shape, and her voluptuous figure was intoxicating. Anesthesia ran her hands along Lisa’s smooth thighs, feeling her sister’s athletic legs quiver with pleasure. Lisa was a gorgeous woman, and Anesthesia had a ravenous hunger for her body.

“Oh, Lisa!” Anesthesia exclaimed as Lisa’s tongue delved deeply inside her. She shook her head and sneered. “Nice… nice work so far, but try some of this!” She buried her face between Lisa’s legs and licked madly.

The pleasure had begun to cloud Lisa’s mind, but suddenly everything seemed clear. For a split second Lisa had no idea why, but then it hit her. Anesthesia had called her by name, and there had been a change in her voice. It was ever so subtle, but it sounded…

It sounded like her sister.

Lisa’s mouth went wild, ravishing Anesthesia’s womanhood with total abandon. Her tongue lapped at Anesthesia’s clit, sending involuntary shudders of ecstasy through her sister’s lithe body. Lisa’s lips worked Anesthesia’s folds with absolute mastery; she had practiced for years, but so had Anesthesia.

Anesthesia licked and sucked between Lisa’s spread legs, creating marvelous sensations that had her sister shaking beneath her in excruciating pleasure.

They knew each other’s bodies as well as they knew their own. Every stroke of their tongues was at the ideal speed, strength and location. Their bodies shook together, thrashing atop the examination table as one. The outcome was beyond doubt, and with perfect timing, the two sisters came together.

Lisa felt her mind washed away in a brilliant light of pure ecstasy as her orgasm crashed through her body. She was dimly aware of Anesthesia convulsing on top of her, caught in her own tempest of pleasure.

“Yes! YES! ANESTHESIA!!!” Lisa screamed her sister’s name.

Anesthesia had never felt such release. It was as though every orgasm that Christie had denied her was exploding through her body at the same time, surging from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Pure pleasure pulsed through Anesthesia, lighting up her brilliant mind like a supernova. And as she heard Lisa calling her name, she could also feel the dark tendrils in her mind lose their grip. It was like firestorm burning away cobwebs. A thousand emotions flooded through her at once, but one thing overrode them all.

Love.

“LISA!!!” Anesthesia cried out in orgasmic bliss. “LISAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

Anesthesia collapsed, nearly unconscious on top of Lisa’s quivering body. After several long moments of gasping for breath, Anesthesia managed to turn around and roll over next to her on the examination table. Lisa’s hand found hers and their fingers entwined at once.

“How did you know?” Anesthesia asked, still breathing hard.

“Have you forgotten?” Lisa gave her a sweaty smile. “I was always the smarter one.”

“Hardly.” Anesthesia cocked an eyebrow skeptically. “But that was not bad work. I should point out that I did make you come first.”

“Did not.” Lisa frowned, but her eyes were twinkling.

“Did too, and you know it.” Anesthesia reached over and tweaked Lisa’s left nipple teasingly.

“Ouch!” Lisa slapped Anesthesia’s hand away. “That’s my sister all right.”


* * *


“She was brainwashed?” Tina asked, rubbing her head in exasperation as Lisa and Anesthesia had finished explaining.

“In the same way she brainwashed the other girls.” Lisa nodded.

Ryu, Tina, Helena, Miss Spencer, and Yasha all listened intently. Yasha had her hand on her katana, ready to draw the weapon at the first sign of deception on the part of Anesthesia. Miss Spencer glanced furtively at Anesthesia from time to time, holding Helena’s hand tightly.

“I do not expect any of the women to forgive me.” Anesthesia said simply, but she held her head high and her voice was strong. “I doubt I would.”

“Muriel?” Helena asked, squeezing Miss Spencer’s hand. “What do you think?”

Miss Spencer took a deep breath and released Helena’s hand. She walked to Anesthesia and stood in front of her. With a visible effort, Miss Spencer looked into Anesthesia’s dark eyes. After a moment, Miss Spencer let out an audible sigh of relief.

“She’s gone.” Miss Spencer smiled. “The woman who captured me and twisted my mind is gone. I don’t have to forgive that woman, Anesthesia. She’s gone.”

Anesthesia shifted on her feet, her eyes seeming to moisten ever so slightly. She cleared her throat and gave Miss Spencer a curt nod of appreciation.

“May I ask a favor, however?” Miss Spencer spoke hesitantly.

“Certainly.” Anesthesia nodded.

“Kiss me.” Miss Spencer blurted out, blushing fiercely. “There’s something I want to know.”

“I…” Anesthesia glanced at Lisa who gave her an encouraging nod. “If I must.”

Miss Spencer leaned in, covering Anesthesia’s mouth with her own rosy lips. After a moment, Anesthesia’s eyes closed and the kiss deepened, soon Miss Spencer’s tongue slipped into her mouth to duel with her own. When she pulled back, Anesthesia felt a pleasant heat low in her torso and Miss Spencer’s cheeks were a deep scarlet.

“Yes indeed.” Miss Spencer nodded, attempting to compose herself. “I can’t remember much, but when I first saw you after your capture, I thought it strange that I felt no hate toward you. Now I know why.”

“What do you mean, Muriel?” Helena asked.

“Whatever evil intent was guiding your actions,” Miss Spencer said, looking to Anesthesia’s eyes without fear. “There was a noble woman fighting inside. I remember feeling that when we… well, when you trained me in sexual techniques. It wasn’t tender or gentle, but I could sense a good woman.”

“Thank you, Miss Spencer.” Anesthesia said, her face strained with repressed emotion. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Let’s hope the other girls are as forgiving.” Tina spoke up. “Especially Fujiko. She was under your influence the longest. She might be holding a grudge.”

“I would imagine so.” Anesthesia nodded.

“The woman who was funding your research,” Ryu said. “She must have been the one who conditioned you.”

“Elizabet.” Anesthesia nodded. “Yes, but I don’t believe it was anything as simple as psychological manipulation. It was something far more sinister, and perhaps less scientific. It was she who arranged my first introduction with Victor Donovan which led to my involvement in Project Epsilon. I had them hire Lisa shortly after. The darkness in my mind gathered for a long time, bit by bit. When I found out Lisa was planning on releasing Ein… Hayate, I didn’t even think twice about alerting security. I… Lisa, I almost got you killed!”

Lisa gave Anesthesia’s hand a firm squeeze.

“After the destruction of DOATEC, Elizabet contacted me and I found my way here. Elizabet was fixated on you, Ryu.” Anesthesia continued. “She knew Lisa was involved with your best friend, Hayate, and with Lisa and Tina being associated with Rumble Roses XXX, it seemed only a matter of time before you would appear here. I had believed she wanted the secret of your immortality, Ryu, but it became apparent her only goal was to reactivate the Fiend curse in your blood.”

“Who is she, though?” Tina asked, shaking her head in confusion. “Some disgruntled DOATEC agent?”

“There’s no record of any Elizabet in DOATEC.” Helena narrowed her eyes, thinking. “But she must have had some influence over Donovan. I suspect she was part of something external.”

“She never gave me any information that might lead to her.” Anesthesia sighed with frustration, clenching her fist. “But if I ever do find her, she’ll rue the day she crossed Anesthesia!”

“So that’s it, then.” Tina growled. “A dead end.”

“But not an unhappy one.” Ryu interjected firmly. “Two sisters are reunited, and we now have a name to put to the evil we seek.”

“I need to see the women I wronged.” Anesthesia spoke up. “I can’t make it right, but I can at least offer them a chance for closure.”

“I’m coming with you.” Miss Spencer stepped beside her. “If their experience was anything like mine, it won’t be as bad as you think.”

“You believe in Anesthesia, Ryu?” Yasha asked, her hand still on her katana.

Ryu looked into Anesthesia’s eyes and saw none of the evil that he had seen the last time. He saw pride, self-assurance, and more than a fair share of arrogance, but a principled woman nonetheless.

“I do.” He said simply.

“That’s enough for me.” Yasha nodded, removing her hand from the hilt of her sword. “I too had a darkness in me, but it was of my own making. I’ll accompany you, Anesthesia, to see that no harm comes to you in meeting the other women.”

Anesthesia nodded curtly. Miss Spencer led her to the door, flanked by Yasha. Ryu watched them leave, fervently hoping that Fujiko, Makoto, Aigle and Candy Cane would all be as open-minded as Miss Spencer had been. Even if they weren’t, Yasha would keep them all from doing anything rash.

“So,” Lisa smiled at Ryu, Helena and Tina. “I believe it will be some time before our guests arrive. Before they get here, though, I need to be certain Ryu is able to perform as needed.”

“Come on, Lisa.” Tina laughed. “This is Ryu we’re talking about. He can handle himself.”

“Guests?” Helena asked.

“Buying out Rumble Roses was a pretty big investment, right?” Tina asked Helena.

“Indeed.” Helena nodded gravely.

“Lisa and I have a plan that will deliver a return that you wouldn’t believe!” Tina winked.

“But it’s going to push Ryu to his absolute limits.” Lisa explained. “The thing is, I’m no longer sure what his limits are. I need to find out. Tina, you’ve already acquired Ryu’s immortality. Anesthesia would work, but she’s obviously occupied.”

“Clash of the freakin’ titans!” Tina bounced up and down on her feet. “And it’s been too long, hasn’t it Ryu?”

“Far too long.” Ryu agreed whole-heartedly.

“Then you two get in the isolation chamber and get started.” Lisa giggled. “The sensors will keep track of your vitals.”

“Come on, Ryu!” Tina grabbed his arm and pulled him to the isolation chamber door.

Lisa and Helena watched as Tina pushed Ryu inside and sealed the door behind them. Tina had Ryu naked in seconds, tearing her own clothes off in the blink of an eye. Ryu managed to bend Tina over the examination table and began thrusting into her from behind while Tina smiled deliriously.

“Lisa.” Helena said as they watched Tina throw Ryu to the floor before mounting him and bouncing wildly on his hard cock.

“Yeah?” Lisa said, her eyes glued to Tina’s breasts as they jiggled madly. Ryu sat up, burying his face between the massive orbs.

“How long until the guests arrive?” Helena asked.

“At least nine months.” Lisa said flatly.

“Interesting time frame.” Helena observed, glancing slyly at Lisa. “Rachel?”

“How did you know?” Lisa asked, slack jawed.

“I know she’s as close to Ryu as Kasumi and Ayane are.” Helena said. She paused for a long moment, considering whether to continue. “And I know how precious it is to bear such a great man’s child.”

“Helena, you…?” Lisa stammered in shock. “When?”

“Just before I left Zack’s island.” Helena explained. “Our boy is growing every day, and soon he’ll be walking. I want to know if…”

“I can test him for aging and healing factors.” Lisa nodded with understanding. “You want to know if Ryu is going to outlive his own son.”

“Kasumi and Ayane don’t know.” Helena said, blinking back tears. “Neither does Rachel. I need to tell them, but not yet.”

“I can keep a secret.” Lisa reached out and laid a hand on Helena’s arm. “You can trust me.”

“Thank you.” Helena smiled warmly.

The two women turned back to watch as Ryu pressed Tina up against the two way mirror; Tina’s breasts smashed against the glass. Ryu pounded her from behind, brutally slamming his thick shaft into her.

“I suppose I should go.” Helena said softly, her eyes drifting down to stare at Ryu’s testicles as they slapped up against Tina’s clit with each powerful thrust.

“Yes, and I should prepare for your son’s test.” Lisa nodded. She shivered as Tina’s breasts slid up and down the glass, squeaking loudly.

“How long are they going to be in there?” Helena asked as she saw Tina’s eyes go wide as the first orgasm took her. Ryu thrust deep inside her, his back arching as he roared his climax.

“Nine months… maybe ten.” Lisa said, licking her lips as Tina’s eyes rolled back, obviously feeling Ryu’s seed pumping deep inside her.

“Well then.” Helena said lightly, pulling up two armchairs and motioning for Lisa to sit with her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ryu turning Tina around to face him, once again starting to thrust into the blond vixen. “No reason to rush.”