Ninja Gaiden Koibito

Ninja Roses:  Kamikaze Typhoon

Miss Spencer led Anesthesia down the hallway in silence, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing down the long corridor.  Yasha followed them, but her footfalls made no sound.  The kunoichi kept an eye on Anesthesia at all times, and it did not go unnoticed.

“You don’t trust me.”  Anesthesia said calmly, not bothering to look back at her silent guard.

“No.”  Yasha answered simply.

“I can’t say I blame you.”  Anesthesia nodded.  “I wouldn’t trust me if our positions were reversed.”

“Ryu believes you, and that is enough for me.”  Yasha said in a low voice.  “But if you betray his trust, you shall answer to my blade.”

“Indeed.”  Anesthesia sighed with disinterest.  “But let’s have one thing clear:  I don’t care much for threats.”

“Take my warning however you like.”  Yasha replied.  “I care not.”

“Ah, we’re here!”  Miss Spencer said loudly, eager to break the tension.  They had arrived at the entrance to the locker rooms.  She reached for the door’s handle and swung it wide open.  “Excuse us, but we…”

“Aaaaaaah!  YES!”  A girl’s wild cry of ecstasy cut off Miss Spencer mid-sentence. 

The cute Japanese girl Makoto Aihara was sitting spread-legged on one of the benches across the room in front of an open locker.  She was completely naked and her discarded judo uniform hung from the locker door.  Her back was turned to them as Miss Spencer, Anesthesia and Yasha entered quietly.  The young girl’s back arched and she let out a long, sensual moan, her slender legs shaking.

“Yes, Aigle!  Oh, that’s so good!”  Makoto gasped, her hands gripping the bench.

Aigle’s smiling face popped up from between Makoto’s spread legs, gazing up at her lover with pure affection.

“Makoto taste good!”  Aigle chirped simply, licking her lips.  Then she glanced past Makoto’s shoulder and spotted the other women.  When she caught site of Anesthesia, her eyes went wild and she leapt to her feet, just as naked as Makoto.  “DEMON!”

“Ah, well.”  Anesthesia sighed.  “I’ve been called worse.”

“It is the evil nurse!”  Makoto gasped with shock, assuming a fighting stance along with Aigle.  “Miss Spencer, Yasha look out!”

“No, no, it’s all right!”  Miss Spencer raised her hands in a calming gesture.

Suddenly the entrance door opened and Candy Cane appeared, followed by Reiko and Fujiko.  They were each wearing sports bras and shorts, clearly returning from the gym and a strenuous workout, with a subtle glistening of perspiration on their skin.

“Hey, Muriel!”  Candy grinned as she saw Miss Spencer.

“Anesthesia!”  Fujiko screamed in shock and fury, her eyes bright with rage.  Her hands clenched into fists.

“Fujiko, wait!”  Reiko reached for her elbow but her sister was already charging toward Anesthesia.

Makoto and Aigle rushed at Anesthesia as well, their perky breasts bouncing as they ran.

Yasha moved to guard Anesthesia, but the nurse placed a hand on the kunoichi’s shoulder and shook her head.

“Let them come.”  She said calmly.

Fujiko reached her first, sending her fist slamming into Anesthesia’s jaw.  Anesthesia turned with the blow and swung her leg out, knocking Fujiko off her feet.  Makoto grabbed Anesthesia’s arm and flipped her across her hip with perfect form while Aigle landed a solid blow to the nurse’s stomach.

Anesthesia gasped for air and grabbed Makoto’s ankle and pulling her off her feet to land next to her.  Aigle raised her foot to stomp down on Anesthesia’s head, but the nurse kicked out at the Mongolian girl’s other foot and she fell.  The four women became a tangle as they wrestled on the tile floor while Miss Spencer, Yasha, Reiko and Candy Cane looked on.

“I’ll kill you!” Fujiko screamed, wrapping her hands around Anesthesia’s throat.

“You can try!”  Anesthesia hissed defiantly, slamming her elbow into Fujiko’s torso.

“Hold her legs, Aigle!”  Makoto shouted, trying to grab Anesthesia’s arms.  “I’ve almost…aaaaah!”

Makoto felt all the strength leave her body as Anesthesia’s hand grabbed her between the legs.  The nurse’s fingers massaged Makoto’s tender folds expertly, turning her arms and legs into tingling bands of rubber.

“Makoto!”  Aigle shouted to her friend before Anesthesia’s other hand found her nether lips, caressing with absolute precision.  “Ooooooh!”

“Stop it!”  Fujiko screamed in outrage, her fingers tightening on Anesthesia’s throat.  “Leave them alone or I’ll…mmmmm!”

Fujiko’s threat was muffled by Anesthesia’s lush lips.  The sheer passion in the kiss made Fujiko’s hands fall from the nurse’s throat.  Aigle and Makoto stopped struggling, their bodies overcome with pleasure.  Anesthesia finally broke the kiss and looked into Fujiko’s eyes.

“I’ve come to explain myself.”  Anesthesia said in a cool, calm voice.

Yasha nodded in silent approval.  Anesthesia had subdued three opponents and kept her wits about her.  The kunoichi turned and headed for the door, confident that the situation was now under control.  Yasha suddenly found herself warming to the nurse.

* * *

“So this Elizabet did to you what you did to us?”  Fujiko asked after Anesthesia had finished her story.

“Indeed.”  Anesthesia nodded.

The eight women were seated on the locker room’s benches.  Makoto and Aigle had wrapped themselves in towels for the moment.

“That’s terrible!”  Makoto covered her mouth in horror, her eyes full of compassion as she looked at Anesthesia.  “To lose your will and be controlled by such an evil master… I cannot imagine.”

“I’m so sorry for you, Anesthsia.”  Reiko bit her lower lip, holding back tears.

“I appreciate the sentiment,” Anesthesia spoke sternly.  “But I don’t want anyone’s pity.  I’ve never been a very nice person, and I likely won’t start anytime soon.  I must face those I wronged; it’s as simple as that.”

“You want to make amends?”  Fujiko asked incredulously.

“In so many words, yes.”  Anesthesia acknowledged with a curt nod.

“But nurse not guilty.”  Aigle spoke in her blunt manner.  “Elizabet guilty.”

“It was my intellect and my hands that turned each of you into something else.”  Anesthesia said.

“Aigle makes a salient point, however.”  Miss Spencer spoke up politely.  “None of us was done any permanent harm.  Anesthesia, were there not more invasive and painful techniques you could have used to control us?  Perhaps even permanently?”

“Yes.”  Anesthesia answered, frowning.  “I don’t see what this has to do with…”

“Would those more harmful and damaging techniques have been more efficient in getting the results Elizabet wanted?”  Miss Spencer continued.

“Well…”  Anesthesia blinked with surprise at the truth.  “Yes.  Yes, they would.”

“Then why did you use methods that left us unscarred and capable of recovery?”  Miss Spencer asked, her eyes sparkling behind her red rimmed glasses.

“I…”  Anesthesia pondered the questions for a moment.  “I don’t know.”

“I believe you were fighting against Elizabet’s control the entire time.”  Miss Spencer said confidently.  “You were sowing the seeds for your own liberation even while following Elizabet’s instructions.”

Anesthesia felt like the wind had been knocked out of her.  She felt a wry smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“I never even realized.”  Anesthesia sighed.  “Elizabet took my mind, but she could never destroy my pride.  I’m certain Lisa can vouch for my massive ego.”

“Then all the sexual training you gave us...”  Fujiko said slowly.  “That was you.  The real you.”

“It would seem so.”  Anesthesia shrugged casually.

“I think there’s a proper way for us all to get some closure then.”  Fujiko glanced up and down Anesthesia’s nurse outfit.

“Are you proposing…”  Miss Spencer affected a shocked tone, but her eyes were bright with excitement.

“I am.”  Fujiko nodded.  “Makoto?  Aigle?  What do you think?”

“If it will set Anesthesia’s mind at ease…”  Makoto blushed fiercely.  “Then yes.”

“Sex time?”  Aigle asked giddily.  “Yes!  Sexy nurse!  Sexy nurse!’

“Don’t I have some say in—oh!”  Anesthesia’s half-hearted objection was cut off as Fujiko charged into her, knocking her off the bench and onto the tile floor.  Aigle and Makoto dived after them, dropping their towels as they moved.

“Oh yeah!  This is gonna be sweet!”  Candy Cane giggled gleefully.

“Oh good heavens!”  Miss Spencer gasped, her eyes wide as she watched Aigle and Makoto’s perky breasts bounce alluringly.  The two young girls each grabbed a wrist, holding Anesthesia’s arms down while Fujiko straddled her waist.

“Fujiko!”  Reiko squeaked as she saw her sister tear off her sports bra.  Fujiko’s large, firm breasts jostled naturally as she tossed the fabric away.  Reiko could not help but stare at her sister’s bosom, and she felt a strange tingling low in her abdomen.

“Very well.”  Anesthesia nodded, an eager grin pulling at the corners of her mouth.  “Have your way with me, then.”

Fujiko reached down and ripped open Anesthesia’s nursing blouse, exposing her full, rich dark breasts.  Fujiko’s hands groped her, kneading her warm orbs of flesh, flicking her thumbs over her russet nipples and forcing a pleasured moan from Anesthesia’s lips.

Makoto caught Aigle’s eye and the two girls shared a mischievous grin.  They pulled Anesthesia’s hands between their legs and once more Anesthesia’s fingers began working magic on their erogenous flesh.

“Aaaah!  Oh!  Mmmm!”  Makoto bit her lip, feeling Anesthesia’s fingers moving inside her, stroking her in just the right place.  She looked across Anesthesia’s nude torso and saw Aigle shaking with pleasure.

“Nurse so good!  Nnnngh!”  Aigle grunted, grinding her hips into Anesthesia’s hand, wanting her fingers deeper inside.  “Aigle want more!”

Fujiko wiggled out of her shorts and pulled Anesthesia’s skirt from her hips.  Anesthesia kicked the last of her clothes away while Fujiko tossed her shorts across the locker room.

“Let’s see what you’re made of.”  Anesthesia leered up at Fujiko.

“Try not to faint.”  Fujiko retorted, grabbing Anesthesia’s left leg and lifting it up.  She positioned herself between Anesthesia’s spread legs, scooting in to bring their nether lips together.

Candy Cane, Reiko and Miss Spencer watched with jaws agape as Fujiko began grinding herself against Anesthesia.  Their intimate folds rubbed together, slick with their arousal.  Fujiko held tightly to Anesthesia’s leg, using it to pull herself hard against her.

“Aaaaagh! Yes!”  Anesthesia moaned, arching her back as she felt Fujiko’s moist nether lips grind against her own.  Their clits rubbed together, sending waves of pleasure up their toned bodies.

“Oh!  Nnnnghaaa!”  Fujiko’s eyes were tightly shut as she lost herself in the glorious sensations, grinding against Anesthesia with all her might.  “How does it feel to be on the…aaaahhh!... receiving end for once?”

“Mmmm!”  Anesthesia licked her lips, luxuriating in the feel of Fujiko’s soft, warm flesh rubbing against her own.  “It feels… brilliant!”

“Yes… oh yes it does….Oh, Aaaaaah!”  Fujiko’s anger was melting away beneath the sheer heat of her lust.

“Anesthesia!  This is amazing!”  Makoto shivered with pleasure, feeling Anesthesia’s fingers exploring her hot vessel.  “Aigle!  We need to… thank her!”

Makoto and Aigle leaned down, covering Anesthesia’s breasts with their lips, suckling her nipples, teasing them with their tongues.  Anesthesia’s back arched in ecstasy as the two young girls sucked and licked her sensitive mounds.

“Oh dear.”  Miss Spencer said under her breath, feeling faint.  “Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.”

“Get in there, Muriel.”  Candy Cane spoke up beside her.  “You need a good lay, and Anesthesia needs to come to terms with all of you.  Get going!”

With a firm shove, Miss Spencer was moving forward, shedding her clothes as she kneeled down behind Anesthesia’s head.  Anesthesia caught her eye just as Miss Spencer’s skirt and undergarments fell to the tiled floor beside her.

“Have a seat, teacher.”  Anesthesia grinned, her mouth practically watering in anticipation.

“My heavens, what am I doing?”  Miss Spencer asked herself as she straddled Anesthesia’s face.  She lowered herself, and when Anesthesia’s lush lips met her slit, Miss Spencer nearly leaped out of her own skin.  “Oh MY!  Oh GOODNESS!!!”

“Aaaaah!  Nnnnnghh!”  Fujiko grunted, still grinding herself into Anesthesia.

Candy Cane watched Aigle and Makoto suckle Anesthesia’s breasts while Miss Spencer’s voluptuous naked body shook over her mouth as Anesthesia licked and kissed her nether lips.  As the redhead watched the five women writhe in mounting pleasure, Candy reached under skirt, caressing her own clit.  She wanted desperately to join them, but this was a personal reckoning between Anesthesia and the women she had brainwashed.

Besides, Candy realized, considering how much all of them were enjoying themselves, this was not going to be a one-time event.

Reiko saw Candy Cane’s hand disappear beneath her skirt, and Reiko could not deny the palpable sense of lust in the air, but she was too focused on her sister to pleasure herself.

“Come for me, you bitch!”  Fujiko screamed, slamming herself against Anesthesia with furious lust.

“Mmmmm!”  Anesthesia moaned her acknowledgement into Miss Spencer’s dripping wet womanhood.  She closed her lower lip over the teacher’s clit and let her tongue delve deep inside her tight, hot sheath.

“Oh my!  I’m going to…”  Miss Spencer stammered, her eyes wide with pleasure as she felt her orgasm approaching.

“Aigle come soon!”  The Mongolian girl hissed before covering Anesthesia’s breast with her mouth once again.

“Me too!  Oh, I can feel it!”  Makoto agreed quickly and then sealed her lips around Anesthesia’s stiff nipple, nibbling hungrily.

“I’m…oh YES!...oh…come on!”  Fujiko held Anesthesia’s leg tight to her breast, furiously grinding into her.  She had to make Anesthesia come first.  Fujiko had to be in control this time.  For so long she had been Anesthesia’s puppet, and she needed this.  She needed it bad.

Anesthesia writhed, feeling Fujiko’s intimate flesh slapping against her own, while Aigle and Makoto suckled her breasts.  Her tongue worked deep inside Miss Spencer, tasting her delicious essence while Makoto and Aigle’s tight vessels squeezed her fingers.  Anesthesia’s body was overcome with sensory information as a deluge of pleasure drowned her mind.  She understood each and every facet of human sexuality, she was an expert in sexual techniques, but now the scientist was gone.

Right then, Anesthesia was all woman.

Candy Cane managed to stroke herself to orgasm just as the five women before her began thrashing about in their own climaxes.  Aigle and Makoto’s mouths released Anesthesia’s breasts as she screamed their release, soaking Anesthesia’s hands with their hot liquid passion.  Miss Spencer’s eyes rolled back, and she screamed long and loud as Anesthesia’s tongue sent her into a toe-curling orgasm.

Reiko gasped in awe, her eyes wide with shock and growing desire.

Fujiko slammed herself against Anesthesia one last time, churning their flesh tightly together.  Anesthesia’s leg convulsed in her arms and Fujiko came with her, their fluids mixing together as they came.  Fujiko clung to Anesthesia’s leg, riding out the most intense orgasm she had yet felt.  Not even Hayate had made her come this hard yet.

Anesthesia nearly blacked out.  The pure ecstasy coursing through her entire body was incredible, every muscle straining in excruciating pleasure.  She could hear the other women screaming out their climaxes, and it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.

At long last they relaxed into a shivering heap on the tiled floor, gasping for air.  After a few minutes, Fujiko managed to sit up, staring down at Anesthesia.  The two women stared at each other for a moment and then Fujiko reached out her hand.  Anesthesia took it and Fujiko pulled her into a fierce embrace, kissing her deeply.

“This doesn’t mean we’re friends.”  Fujiko said breathlessly, breaking their kiss.

“Of course not.”  Anesthesia agreed, reaching down and caressing Fujiko’s breasts.  “I’ve never had much use for friends.”

“I don’t have to like you.”  Fujiko said as sternly as she could, shuddering as Anesthesia’s thumbs rubbed her nipples.

“Not at all.”  Anesthesia nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as Fujiko reciprocated, massaging her own full breasts.  “Mmmmm….  But it seems we can get along.”

“I agree.”  Fujiko moved closer, moaning as her breasts pressed against Anesthesia’s, nipple to nipple.  The two women were nose to nose, looking into each other’s eyes.  “I have a question.”

“Of course.”  Anesthesia held her gaze.

“I’ve never come that hard before.”  Fujiko said.

“That’s not a question.”  Anesthesia replied slyly, reaching around to run her hands down Fujiko’s bare back.

“Hayate and I…”  Fujiko trailed off.

“Ah, I see.”  Anesthesia grinned, rubbing her nose against Fujiko’s.  “No need to fear.  He’s a marvelous lover if Lisa is any judge, and she is.  But the training I gave you was very thorough.  We’ve become attuned.  Give it time, and you and Hayate will reach the same level of intimacy that we have.”

Fujiko melted against Anesthesia, as if a great weight had lifted from her shoulders.  She kissed her; not out of lust or love, but relief.  She finally pulled away.

“Until then,”  Anesthesia said, looking back at Makoto, Aigle and Miss Spencer as they were still catching their breath.  “Why don’t we have another go?”

“Who knows,”  Fujiko felt a smile tug at her mouth.  “I might just get to like you after all.”

“Don’t count on it.”  Anesthesia grinned, reaching down and plunging two fingers up into Fujiko’s wet slit.

“Oh YES!”  Fujiko cried out, falling back as Anesthesia crawled on top of her, working her fingers deep inside her.  “That’s it!  Deeper!  DEEEPER!”

“I’m not a good girl.”  Anesthesia leered down at Fujiko.  “But I’m the kind that you can love to hate!  Come here, Reiko!”

“What?”  Reiko asked, startled.

“Come here.”  Anesthesia repeated, her hand still working between Fujiko’s legs.  “I know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.  Oh, and Candy?  Miss Spencer needs your attention.  Aigle and Makoto can keep themselves occupied.”

Candy Cane nodded eagerly and moved like a shot toward Miss Spencer, and the two of them rolled across the locker room, kissing and fondling each other.

Reiko approached tentatively, her eyes glued to Fujiko’s nude body as she shook beneath Anesthesia’s athletic form.  Reiko reached up and pealed off her sports bra before slipping off her shorts.

“I didn’t even have to tell you to undress.”  Anesthesia nodded with approval.  “See?  You know what you want.”

“But you never brainwashed me.”  Reiko said in a small voice.  “You don’t have to do this with me.”

“Who are you kidding, Reiko?”  Anesthesia laughed.  “You and I both know it isn’t me you want.  It’s her.”

“Fujiko!?”  Reiko gasped.  “No!  She’s my sister!”

“And it’s going to feel all the sweeter for that very reason!”  Anesthesia’s eyes glittered with mischief.

“Reiko!”  Fujiko cried out as Anesthesia’s fingers stroked her.  “You don’t have to...”

“I…”  Reiko found herself speechless watching Fujiko’s beautiful body writhing on the floor just an arm’s length away.  Her body was amazing; toned and athletic, so much like her own.  Just like her own.

Reiko’s hand reached out toward Fujiko’s right breast as it heaved with each of her deep breaths.  Her hand moved slowly, as one who feared touching a stove to see if it was still hot.  But when her fingers met the soft, warm flesh of Fujiko’s breast, her inhibitions fell away.  Reiko’s hand cupped her sister’s breast, kneading the firm orb.

“Reiko!  Oh…”  Fujiko’s mind was racing, but the lust was overpowering.  “Squeeze them, Reiko!  Please!”

“Fujiko…”  Reiko whispered her name as she moved to straddle her sister’s hips.  She covered both of Fujiko’s breasts in her hands, massaging the full mounds and feeling her sister’s nipples stiffen at her touch.

“Kiss her.”  Anesthesia said breathily, giving Reiko a gentle push while her fingers probed deeper into Fujiko’s womanhood.

“I… I love you, Fujiko.”  Reiko’s voice was thick with emotion as she leaned down.

“I love you too, Reiko.”  Fujiko’s eyes filled with tears.  She gasped sharply as Reiko’s breasts touched her own and then their lips met.

The kiss was tender for a moment, and then it deepened.  Fujiko’s tongue slipped into Reiko’s mouth, and soon their tongues were wrestling, coiling together as their bodies embraced tightly.

Anesthesia reached out and grabbed Reiko’s right hand and guided it down between Fujiko’s legs.  Reiko’s fingers instinctively grasped her sister’s warm flesh, replacing Anesthesia’s fingers in caressing Fujiko’s clit.  Fujiko moaned into their kiss, reaching down to plunge two fingers into Reiko’s tight slit. 

Anesthesia moved to lie beside them, watching the two sisters finger each other as they kissed passionately.  Anesthesia spoke softly, giving them suggestions to enhance their pleasure.

“Reiko!  I’m going to come!”  Fujiko cried out.

“Fujiko!  Come with me!”  Reiko smothered her sister’s screams with a passionate kiss.  The two sisters shook with powerful orgasms, their naked bodies pressed together.

She reached down and began pleasuring herself and watched Reiko and Fujiko bring themselves to orgasm again and again.  And as she watched, Anesthesia could think only of Lisa.

* * *

“Woah.”  Lisa could think of nothing else to say after Candy Cane concluded her story.

“Yeah.”  Candy Cane nodded in agreement.  “Woah.”

“Damn!”  Dixie exclaimed.  “Y’all had an orgy and you didn’t invite me?”

“My bad.”  Candy grinned.

“Shoot.”  Dixie sighed, looking back through the observation window.  Ryu had Tina on her back, thrusting into her like a wild bronco, his mouth ravishing her enormous breasts as she shouted for him to pound her harder.  “I tell ya what; this wait is gonna kill me.”

“I suggest we all stay rested and in top physical condition.”  Lisa said.  “When these tests are done, we are going to go through the most demanding experience of our lives.”

“You make that sound like a bad thing.”  Candy Cane giggled, watching as Tina arched her back in orgasm as Ryu buried himself deep inside her, coming hard.

“This is gonna be good.”  Dixie nodded.