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Whore Calibur	By : SlutWriter Category: +S through Z > Soul Caliber Views: 32378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Ivy & Taki
- 2-Sophitia & Cassandra
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In the deep stillness of the night something stirred, and a sprawled woman went quickly from limp to tense. Her keen senses, honed by years of training with the Fuuma ninja, told her something alarming. The attack, whatever it had been, had already occurred. The sensation was like being bitten by a hungry night insect, but though she ran her hands across the skin-tight fabric of her stealth outfit, she couldn't put her finger on any specific point. "Is this it?" she whispered to herself. After all this time, her travels and trials, was she to be felled by the poisoned dart of a passing bandit?

Common sense told Taki that this scenario was very unlikely. Nothing, not even a snake, could sneak up on her. She slept essentially with one eye open, ready to drive her ninja-to through any hostile visitor less than a second after any sound of encroachment.

“But something happened,” she said to herself, and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, shivering slightly in the chill air of the night. She pulled her knees up to her chest, her hips forming a perfect hourglass with the protective bridge of her pauldrons. Then, a terrible thought came to her.

“Soul Edge,” she whispered, her perfect lips vibrating in the night air. 29 years old, she had a body to surpass any and thought nothing of what people might think to see her in garments so tight they were like a second skin. Freedom of movement was what was important, and if a few Setigahara peasants were creaming in their rice fields at the sight of puffy, curvaceous crotch-mound, wasn’t that just too fucking bad? Taki was more interested in killing demons than satisfying sexual urges, and men were usually too intimidated to approach her in any case.

It was so still, she could hear her own heart beating. And…something else. She could feel a second pulse, a second vibration, like a heartbeat but not the same. It was coming from within her. Suddenly, her mind could visualize what had happened- a fragment of the cursed sword, Soul Edge, had found her in the night, and bonded with her, burrowed into her using the demonic fusion power with which it had corrupted so many heroes. Taki gasped, clasping both hands to her chest. She was certain of it…but before she could think further, blackness overtook her.

It was morning when she stirred- several hours later than she had intended to rise. It took less than a second for her long-lashed eyes to ascertain that the sun’s angle was wrong in the sky. The abandoned farmhouse where she had bedded down had several windows, and now light was streaming in- the high, searing light of near-noon. This was significant- it was the first time that Taki had overslept in more than fifteen years. The last time, she had been punished harshly by Toki, her master amongst the Fuuma-nin.

Taki sat up, lanquished briefly on one perfect hip, wondering why she felt so groggy, so drained of energy, despite having just slept. It’s like you were up all night with a group of men, she thought to herself, and then furrowed her brow.

Why had she thought that? It was completely unlike her to think of things in such sexual terms. Taki rose slowly to her feet, and her almost supernatural balance was enough to let her know that there was something wrong with the equilibrium of her amazing body. Her head snapped downward, the black bangs of her hair brushing against the smooth, unmarked skin of her forehead. Her large, dark eyes widened with surprise.

The crotch of her bodysuit, a place where normally might be seen the outline of her puffy sex, was bulged out- a tubular line was coiling up from the top of her pussy all the way past the depression of her belly-button, where it ended in a bell-shaped protuberance that seemed to Taki to be of surpassing largeness. The nature of her suit left almost nothing to the imagination- the veins on this new, tumor-like growth were obvious through the paper-thin clothing layer. There was a wet spot on her belly near the end of this thing…her hand went quickly to it, and came away sticky. No, not blood.

She brought the same hand to her nose and sniffed., her eyes widening again. She knew this smell. Inflitrating the bedchambers of the shogunate (when called upon) she’d encountered plenty of bedcovers wafting that same smell.

“What the fuck?!” she whispered to herself. But she already knew in her mind what had happened to her. As a demon-huntress, she had seen curses of this kind executed before- and this particular ailment had the sick sense of humor that an escaped demon of the Confinement Shrine might employ.

Taki moved a hand along the length experimentally. It was as least as long as her swords, and thicker. The sort of thing I’ve always wanted to break me in half, she thought, and then shook her head. That wasn’t true. There was more to this curse…her mind was turning in depraved and disgraceful directions. As she stood in the farmhouse, she remembered back to those days infiltrating castles of regional lords, standing in those sex-stinking bedchambers, spread-legged, recently-fucked concubines sleeping soundly, wanting to bury her face in those bedsheets and suck the filthy issue of those fat Shogunate fucks straight into her flat, perfect stomach…

Taki slapped herself. No, that wasn’t true. She had never thought that. Nothing like it. Except now she was. She felt dizzy and walked gingerly out, taking the back way to the rear of the farmhouse…

…but emerged at the front, not far from the road.

Taki shook her head again. She had meant to walk into seclusion, out the back way…but she had instead walked out the front door, into broad daylight, her skintight bodysuit hiding no detail of the massive, hermaphroditic disgrace that was sprouting from her crotch. The sort of deformity that parents of the era would put a child to death for. And here she was, a beautiful, perfect Japanese woman, with a crotchful of sperm-dripping, pulsating cock. What had caused her to walk out the front? It was a force working from within her, surpassing the strength of even her ninja discipline.

She could hear a wagon on the road, and just as she was about to turn back into the farmhouse and hide from sight, a massive jolt of absolute orgasmic ecstasy erupted inside her. It was her female parts doing the job, not the newfound and unwanted male ones…but now her new organ was hardening, tenting the fabric of her bodysuit mightily. “Oh my fucking god…” she groaned, dropping to her knees, her tongue hanging out of her mouth indecently, her eyes vibrating in their sockets.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrragh!” Taki groaned like an animal, her back arched, her legs spread, her new prick at full attention, nearly ripping through her clothing, every detail of the shaft visible just above her crotch…which was now very puffy indeed…not to mention wet. It was the sound of a woman having her best orgasm in years, and not caring who heard her moans of excitement. Taki dismayed inside her own head…she had trained for years to make no sound, and here she was announcing herself lewdly to the surrounding countryside. In her mind’s eye she saw a red-hot shard of Soul Edge pulsating deep inside her, keeping time with the tremors of her orgasm.

The wet spot near the head of her cock was spreading…she could feel superheated lubrication smearing between her costume and her perfect Asian skin. She drew her swords, meaning to cut the newfound growth from her body- she was brave enough to do that at least…but then a starflare of orgasm destroyed her and Rekkimaru and Mekkimaru fell impotent to the dirt. Spittle flew indecently from her beautiful mouth as she groaned, and stumbled kneebound, forward…onto the road.

The road was beginning to get busy as the day neared the noon-hour, and several travelers took notice of her at once. A wagon stopped just ten feet from her, and though the driver opened his mouth to speak, Taki overrode him verbally with her words, which had a desperate quality, the voice her own, but the emotion and desperation the product of some destructive, sickening demonic force.

“Don’t look at me!” she gasped, begging, mewling like a pathetic beast. It seemed there were eyes all around her- the eyes of her own countrymen. “Don’t look at me…god…don’t look at me…don’t look at me! Don’t look, it’s so disgraceful….uuuuuagh!”

In the next moment, all the muscles of her beautiful, athletic body seemed to lurch into action and Taki arched her back and screamed in orgasm again, her amazing bubble-butt sitting back on her own calves as she leaned, squeezing her own tits powerfully and bending back. Her body spasmed, and the flesh pillar of her pulsating cock became a burning orgasmic beacon. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue emerged from the side of her mouth as she shuddered. Her new penis deposited a massive, copious eruption of thick, searing sperm into what little space there was between the fabric of her bodysuit and the skin of her perfect belly. Stream after stream of her load painted her, soaking through the suit, sliming her abdominal firmness with paste of steaming cum.

Taki’s hands pawed down her front, pressing against the heat of her cock, tearing at the fabric of her jumpsuit, tearing a hole in it, as if performing some grotesque parody of a Caeserian section. Her nimble hands dug viciously at this newly-created access point, hauling the thick length of her girlcock from the depths of her suit and pointing it straight upward, where the thick, dark, mushroom-shaped head continued to spurt streams of dirty, nasty cum. Geyser-like, these ejaculations were far beyond what a man could produce- the big pisshole of Taki’s demon dick was wide and strong, and able to burst forth with ropy strands of baby butter that no male could rival. Taki began to jerk her prick viciously, moaning like a bitch in heat, each upstroke punctuated by a new splatter of sperm shooting straight up past her face and into the air in a ribbon arc, before coming straight back down to splatter her beautiful black hair, her immaculate face, her cum-soaked bodysuit. As she jerked, the 29-year-old ninja let her tongue extend from her mouth indecently, looking to catch and consume as much of her own sticky, glue-like issue as possible.

In the back of her mind, her voice seemed to scream at her. You’re one of the most beautiful women in all of Japan…your body is chiseled from diamond, the product of twenty years of ninja training… and here you are, a disgrace, a half-breed freak, jacking off in the street, busting a dirty nut all over your own face. When you look at a clear pond on a still day and see your own reflection, will you be able to stomach it, knowing what you’ve done?

Taki clenched her teeth and looked around at the assembled crowd with desperation. Many of men surrounding her were sporting obvious erections, the protrusions of flesh easily noticeable beneath baggy laborer garments. Breathing hard, her pinpoint nostrils flaring, Taki raised her cum-splattered hands to her face and began to methodically suck every thick drop of dirty sperm from her fingers, slurping up thick lines of her own fuckwad like so many rain-fresh worms. The thickness, smell, and overpowering taste of the demonic cum was an obscenity, and when she exhaled afterwards, panting like a dog, letting her sperm-slick tongue hang out of her mouth for everyone to see, she could smell a stink like 500 crotches on her mouth. Her dick was now laying on her thigh, fat, seemingly sated…but the demonic lust boiling in her was making her a passenger in her own mind. It was putting images in her head of things forbidden by both her ancient beliefs and the newer Christian missionaries who had recently been arriving. She could not resist.

Taki tore her jumpsuit further, exposing her huge tits to every man present- there were now a dozen or more in a ring around her, and several slender women as well. She used to hands to grope her own thick chest mercilessly, seeming to get across with her actions the idea that she was a mere object and not to be treated with any respect or awe. It her last extremity she tried to defy the pulsating demonic light within her, tried to get up, move away, resist the strange urges that were controlling her- but this curse was too deep in her, at least at the moment. She felt her mouth open, and though she tried to deny herself speech, it was no use.

Taki, prodigy of the Fuuma-nin, with an ass like stacked clay bricks, built like a goddess of fire, was stuck. She was on her knees before a group of lawless travelers, her clothes torn, her tits on frank display, a grotesque, massive penis flopping against one thigh, the base sprouting from just above the weeping wetness of her tight, puffy, perfect cunt. Her swords were behind her, nearly forgotten. Sad as it was, she could now only think about the hilts, and how they might feel jammed inside of her. She looked up at everyone around her, her eyes desperate and partly crazed, sperm dripping from the corner of her indecent mouth like a badge of whore’s honor. The dark internal force made her speak to the assembled crowd of men, women, and children.

“Use me like a refuse pile,” she said, simply. “My dirty cunt, ass, and mouth are yours to rape, and my filthy prick is yours to abuse. Please use this indecent, accursed whore…treat me like you would treat an animal.”

Taki unstrapped one wristguard using her teeth, laying it aside, and then stuffed four fingers deep into her mouth, sliming them with a dripping layer of frothy spit. With this hand she began to jerk her flopping, veinous dick. She looked a nearby man in the eye. “Slap the shit out of me…make me cum on my own face!” she begged.

They closed in on her. Men pulled their swarthy cocks from farm-sweaty britches. Slender, olive-skinned wives pulled up their skirts. And from a bluff overlooking the scene, a deep, sultry laugh echoed. The trip to Japan, it seemed, had been worthwhile after all. The owner of the laugh was not alone in her curse.

* * *

The trip from Ivy’s vantage point to the road below was a few minutes by foot. The white-haired vixen had spent the time trying to keep her own impulses under control, while simultaneously reminiscing about the numerous times that the Japanese ninja-bitch had summoned enough gall to stand in her way. Taki fancied herself a demon hunter, that much was for sure, and Ivy supposed she could admit that the bitch had some skill in that regard. In the matter of Soul Edge, though, Taki had never been up to the task of sealing it away for good.

Not that that had stopped Taki from getting in her way, headstrong in the assumption that her own methods of sealing evil were superior to the time honored European devil-vanquishing standards of alchemy and witchcraft.

“I’ve been waiting to give that cur a taste of my steel,” muttered Ivy to herself, walking leisurely down the hillside cart-path. It seemed that that was not all that Taki would soon get a taste of. Ivy too had been preyed upon by a mysterious sexual force while sleeping, and the Valentine heiress had awakened to find a weighty length of cockmeat propping up her nightgown. It had taken all of her divination powers to pinpoint a matching force pulsating somewhere in Japan…a place she knew well enough, having chased Soul Edge back and forth across the Land of the Rising Sun many times. And god knew, it had been one of her madman father’s many ports.

Ivy pulled at the crotchpiece of her provocative outfit with some discomfort. Where normally it would have been flush against the soft bulge of her milky-skinned pubic mound, now this portion of her purple ensemble was serving as little more than a satchel for a heavy, egg-smooth pair of fat, cum-choked balls. Each one was nearly large enough to fill her hand, and when she didn’t have her underwear on, they would hang down five inches or more. Even if asked to bear this curse forever, she would never get used to the feel of them draped overtop of her twat or, in time of respite, piled on her fleshy thigh like a small waterskin.

The shaft of her recently-acquired prick a deeper pink than her skin, obviously engorged with blood…it poked thickly out of the top of her crotchpiece and then flopped sideways, half-erect but obviously with some impressive size even in that state. The crossways leather straps binding each high-on-the-hip loop of her underwear were extra-stretched as they were forced to pass not only overtop of her flat, gorgeous midriff, but also her cock. Each one dug slightly into her prick as it went across, and each one was wet with the pre-cum that she couldn’t seem to prevent leaking from her weeping, powerful pisshole. In trying to whatever evil had befallen her, Ivy had measured herself when fully erect- it was more than fourteen inches long and as thick around as her wrist. The silver-haired beauty had seen enough cock in her time to know that such as an astounding size.

In the time it took Ivy to walk from the bluff to the farmhouse road, Taki’s predicament had advanced considerably. It did Ivy wonders to see that stupid twat on her knees, her prized swords tossed into the dust, using both of her Fuuma-trained hands to jerk of a duo of stubby peasant pricks. Taki’s breasts were totally exposed now, and a greasy vagrant was squeezing them together around his dirty fuckstick and pumping away with all the meager might that his atrophied body could muster. Ivy could actually see the black streaks of dirt that the filthy cur was leaving on the perfect whiteness of Taki’s titflesh, and she was glad for every bit of it. In fact, the site of it very nearly made Ivy cum herself. It was with some difficultly that the statuesque warrior managed to avoid dropping to her knees and drowning her own midriff in a river of spunk.

Taki’s prick was bobbing in the air lewdly, a strand of cum leaking from the head like a runner of spittle from the mouth of a drunk. Some of the wives had taken to sucking her bobbing boner and jacking it in their small fists, teasing her cruelly about the lewdness of her new appendage.

“Dirty thing!” said the women, slapping Taki’s cock roughly. “Dirty thing!” They spat on it with disdain and slapped her rock-hard ass as well. It wasn’t long before the two middle-aged roadside heroes in her hands busted their watery cumshots all over her tough-girl face. “Mmmm! Oh god…thank you!” cooed Taki, eyelashes blinking through a blanket of jizz droplets. She lifted each cock and kissed their wrinkled nutsacks reverently, thanking them for deigning to defile her Fuuma-nin face with their common-caste seed. The dirty drunk who was using her marshmallow tits as a cunt was quick to follow in their footsteps, and Taki flashed her neck forward like a viper to fasten her cum-hungry mouth around the man’s dirty dick, taking whatever genetically-deficient ejaculation he could muster straight down into her stomach to settle behind her chiseled abs. With her eyes watering and jittering in their sockets, the lashes pasted with dick-ooze, she looked nothing like the strong and defiant ninja who had defended her clan’s honor against a dozen different affronts.

The men shoved her to the ground and Taki tensed, clearly cumming, her thick seed flooding into the mouth of the young Japanese peasent woman who had been sucking her prick. The woman’s cheeks puffed out, and she removed her mouth from Taki’s pulsating, jutting prick after nearly five seconds. The woman held two hands below her mouth and then opened wide to let a gooey mass of oily sperm spill forth, forming a lake in her cupped parms. The woman looked at her furiously.

“I’m sorry,” Taki groaned, her body shuddering. “Please, punish me for my disgusting cock!” The woman did just that, shoveling the puddle of hot sperm straight into Taki’s hair and then proceeding to mash it around, adding her own spit to the mix and soiling Taki’s clan headband beyond recognition. The woman stuffed Taki’s headband into the ninja’s mouth and Taki greedily moaned, sucking the cum out of the fastener, savoring the oily taste of spit and metal. Taki rolled over then, getting on all fours like an animal and lewdly jerking off, waving her perfect ass at the assembled crowd, the slightly darker pucker of her anal ring winking defiantly at them.

“I need to have my ass busted,” groaned Taki, her mouth plastered with her own cum-loaded hair. “Spread my worthless butt and rip me apart with your big cocks! Make me blow my big, cummy slut-load while you push my shit in!” As if to prove her seriousness, she spread her legs even further and flexed her buttocks, jiggling them for the approval of every degenerate fuck present. Taki reached behind herself and slapped her own ass, now bare of even the slightest thread of her torn costume, then used two hands to pry apart her big, powerful butt and give everyone a show of her winking shithole, dripping twat and big, dangling dickmeat, which was swaying, pendulum-like, just above the ground.

The cheeks of her ass were sculpted, glistening with sweat and perfect in every day. Her asshole was like a flower, pink and inviting. Her pussy was wet with a sheen and looking ripe to be penetrated. Her fat breasts were hanging below her like fleshy pillows, the nipples powerfully erect. And her cock was a jutting missile of meat, constantly leaking that thick, sticky cum. Several of the gathered people started forward, but they quickly became aware of another figure in the vicinity- a strangely-dressed foreign woman with an intimidating physical presence, a large sword, and a large cock strapped tight against her midsection.

“Hello, you Japanese cunt,” sneered Ivy, letting Valentine dangle leisurely over one shoulder. The assembled crowd took a step back almost at once. Taki looked up and saw Ivy, looking predatory as always, and for a second it seemed like the shock, and the impending danger, might be enough to bring her back to some semblance of normalcy. “You!” hissed Taki, eyes wide. Ivy displayed a toothy grin, as if to say that yes, she was in fact the real deal, and not some curse-fuelled illusion. Incredibly, Ivy could detect some of the ninja’s old headstrong defiance in her eyes, even in her current predicament. The shock of seeing her rival and enemy had put Taki’s will back into the driver’s seat…or at least, part of the way back.

Taki rolled quickly to the side and assumed a one-kneed pose facing Ivy, one hand behind her back as if to conceal a weapon, one forearm in front of her throat, to protect against a forthcoming attack. For a moment, there was no sound- the peasants, who had been more than happy to take time out of the drudge-filled day to rape a wanton slut, now had no idea how to react. The white-haired woman was like nobody they had ever seen, even amongst the Portuguese and other foreigners who were beginning to show a greater presence in their lands. They backed away slowly, some still with their deflating dicks in their hands.

It was second nature to Taki to try and look threatening and ready when confronted with a rival, but in her current state the task was impossible. Her costume was torn and her tits were hanging free, covered with spunk. Her face was wet and sticky with sperm, and her hair was plastered to her head by a combination of spit and her own glue-like girljizz. Strands of it were still connected to her mouth. Her cock was laying against one shapely thigh, half-hard. Taki wiped her mouth with the back of her remaining wristguard, and grimaced with distaste as the black metal came back cloudy with smears of filth. Her expression didn’t last long, though, as a wave of orgasmic bliss rumbled through her body like thunder before a summer storm, causing her to shudder and reducing her resolve to jelly.

“H-h-h-uuuuugh!” Taki moaned, one hand gripping her right breast desperately, tongue protruding from her mouth again. A loop of thick sperm oozed wetly from the end of her cock, piling onto the ground beneath her. Taki, fully aware of her actions but unable to resist the powerful urges welling up from within her, could see perfectly in her mind the pulsating, orange-yellow force within her…some accursed object that was festering inside her like a demon splinter, corrupting her in this strange and terrible way. But that was not all- her acute demon hunter senses could sense the same force coming from Ivy. Somewhere inside the stacked body of the European woman was something unnatural. If it was a shard of Soul Edge, this was a corrupting tactic that the accursed sword had never employed. Soul Edge had always used violence and power to bring the desired change. This was something new- an urge no less dark. Utter, unstoppable self-destructive lust.

She looked up at Ivy with desperation, her dark eyes focusing on the warrior-woman’s big, leatherbound cock and massive balls. “You too?” she asked, crawling slowly forward, hips swaying, the meat of her perfect ass shifting from side to side as she approached. Taki wanted more than anything else in the world to say something defiant next, or something constructive. She wanted to scream out to Ivy that they had to get this force under control before it consumed them, or accuse the white-haired temptress of planning and plotting this herself with the aid of her heathen magicks. But of course, that was impossible. What came out of her mouth was a pathetic, bitch-in-heat moan.

“God, what a huge cock,” whimpered Taki, approaching closer. She disgusted herself. In time past, she had had the strength to confront Ivy about the truth of her Snake Sword- that Soul Edge had provided it with the power to operate in an attempt to corrupt her. She had defeated Ivy in battle at that crucial moment, knowing that someone who had accepted Nightmare’s power for personal gain, even unknowingly, could never truly beat him. It had become a point of contention between them. They had been rivals. But now…

“Please let me blow you,” Taki mewled, stooping readily to the earthiest language, speaking in terms she would never have used just hours before. It was like this invasive force had planted a new conciousness inside her, a new train of thought, parallel to her own, and impossible to deny. Her hand rubbed lewdly at her flat, sexy abdomen. “I want to fill my belly with your load!”

The peasants had formed a rough circle now, talking excitedly amongst themselves about the spectacle, but they were keeping their distance. As Taki moved her face toward Ivy’s crotch and extended her tongue to touch one of the fat femme-balls hanging from either side of Ivy’s crotchpiece, the cruel-looking woman grabbed her by the hair, stopping Taki’s questing tongue just short of it’s intended nut target.

“Look at you,” seethed Ivy, locking eyes furiously with Taki. “Not so smart now, are you, you cur? You mongrel dog! You’re showing your people that you’re nothing more than a cum-hungry dickwhore. Before nightfall, the entire countryside will hear every detail of the depravity of Japan’s so-called kunoichi!” She pronounced the word with European contempt. “This is all I knew you were when you saw fit to take Soul Edge’s fate into your own hands, denying me the chance to end that cursed sword once and for all. And now look at the consequences!”

Ivy disrobed then, which really was not a difficult task. Her outfit left little to the imagination in the best of times, it was really only a series of straps and a custom tailored lattice of purple fabric through which most of her charms could be seen. Her massive breasts well free as she pulled their support structure up and over her head. They were even larger than Taki’s, with big, puffy areolas, colored a darker pink and raised more than half in inch off of her skin. It was only a moment more before she could peel her unspeakably small thong away from the crevice of her big, white ass. At the same time, she stripped the connected crotchpiece away from the wetness of her puffy cunt, freeing the weight of her big, dickgirl balls to hang free. Soon, she was wearing nothing but her thigh-high stockings, boots, and her golden gauntlet.

Ivy’s huge penis jutted powerfully out from her crotch and hovered in front of her smooth abdomen like a spike of flesh- easily more than a foot long and the blushing color of a whore’s cheek. The shaft seemed to pulsate and tremor in the noonday light, the fat tip glistening with a pearly drop of cum that seemed the size of a human eye. Fading to a darker, swarthier color were here big balls- twin orbs swinging obscenely in a leathery, pink/brown sack, each one large enough to fit in the palm of Taki’s hand. Ivy began to jack her dick off, slowly, agonizingly, squeezing the big pearl of cum from her cocktip at the apex of her stroke and sending it on a slimey journey down her length. She clenched her teeth, animalistic, and Taki clenched hers as well and dropped a hand to her own erection, slightly smaller than Ivy’s but no less disgraceful, using one nimble hand to jerk herself off while keeping her face poised just beneath Ivy’s cocktip, her eyes burning a stare of helpless lust into the face of her rival.

“Mmm…yes, jerk that fat dick off in my face,” hissed Taki, her eyes blazing. Her own cock was wet with sweat and cum, and the sound of her own masturbation was audible in the air- a wet, fleshy slap. She felt a hot demonic pulse inside herself and nearly doubled over, but steadied herself with difficulty. Ivy felt it too, and she gripped a hand tightly around the crown of her cock to prevent what would have been a wet but decidedly too-early orgasm. “Ugh!” said Taki. “It’s inside of both of us…God…I can’t stop it!” She continued to jack off furiously, her thin, agile arm working the long, wrist-thick length of her prick lewdly, flying along the shaft in an exaggerated motion, like a woman pumping for well-water.

Ivy wiped sweat from her brow…she was perspiring under the strain. Some part of her wanted to abandon all secondary emotions and drop to her knees and suck Taki’s cock, fucking her own beautiful face down on the spongy head until it was lodged in her throat- but to do so would be weak, little better than what might have happened to her if she had stayed in England. She had escaped to prevent just such a depraved and submissive end- by finding a similar power and dominating it, she could keep her dignity and perhaps drive the vile force completely from her body…or at least learn to control it. Ivy had no doubt that if she had stayed in Europe and not followed the twin power that she had sensed, she would be in a situation just as Taki was now, her lust turned to desperation, on her knees in the street, letting passing common-folk ram their cocks down her throat. She was getting weak in the knee, and it seemed to her the crowd was drawing closer. Ivy gripped Valentine in her gauntleted hand and let it extend outward, waving her arm around her body and using the tip to cut a wide, segmented line in the dirt in a 360 degree circle. It was perhaps 20 feet in diameter.

“Back!” she warned, panting. “This one is mine. Anything you put over that line you don’t get back.” It was enough to keep the amassed crowd at bay- for now.

Taki leaned forward and seemed to cling to Ivy’s big, sexy thigh, flattening her tongue out against the larger woman’s upper leg and licking lewdly upward, exhaling with sexual sounds as she did so. “Yes, I’m yours,” she moaned, exhaling hot breath onto Ivy’s balls. “Mmm…I love a huge pair of balls. I want to bury my face in that sack…please let this stupid Japanese whore use her mouth to bathe your big, nasty cum-makers!” Taki’s voice had taken on a manic quality, but that was nothing compared to what was going on in her head, where the stoic and deadly ninja she had once been was locked in a constant battle with a new presence, a new Taki, gaining purchase in her mind and driven to obscene ends by the invasive presence burning in her loins.

My previous life was all for nothing, this pseudo-Taki thought. I’m so glad that my ninja training has kept me in shape…all the physical perfection that I strove for, it was useless for it’s intended purpose but still crucial to a different end. I’m glad that my skin is unblemished as the driven snow, that my ass is built enough to bounce a coin off of, that my tits are still indecent and huge and not melted away by all the physical exertion. I’m glad that my belly is striated and flat and as luscious as an emperor’s bed-silk. I have a gorgeous face and a defiant, pretty little mouth. I’m perfectly-suited to do what I should have been doing all along- kneeling in front of thick cocks and letting their owners relieve all of their frustration and rage by abusing and fucking my perfect body.

Ivy reached down and picked up her thong- the tiny pieces of flexible fabric that had been wedged up against her balls, twat and asscrack all day. “Suck on this, you little bitch,” she hissed, stuffing the purple thong into Taki’s mouth with her powerful fingers. Taki moaned like a whore and greedily accepted the object, sucking at it and swooning as she realized it was drenched with salty, dirty sweat. “Mmmmmnh!” she gasped, chewing and slurping at the sweat-soaked treat, sucking the taste of cunt, ass and balls from it as best she could. Even in her non-sexual encounters with Ivy, Taki had noticed that the woman left nothing to the imagination with her dress- her underwear was usually wedged so deep into the crack of her big, beautiful ass that it wasn’t visible to the naked eye.

“I’ve been sweating and passing wind into that thong all week,” spat Ivy, slapping Taki in the face with her non-gauntleted hand. She would normally have never admitted such an undignified fact, but the pulsating heat within her, that unnatural driving force, had stripped away most of her reason. In her mind, I was worth the admission, if only to bring the extent of Taki’s disgrace to light. “The season is too hot and the cuisine of your savage, edge-of-the-map country doesn’t agree with me. It’s a good thing I have a stupid whore like you here to launder it with your filthy mouth!” As if in response, Taki pulled two straps of the thong from her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and began to “floss” the crotch of it back and forth.

“I love the taste of your crotch,” Taki groaned, voice indecent with her tongue out of her mouth. Deftly, she wrapped the thong around her face so that the length of it covered her tiny nose, then opened her mouth indecently and stuck out her tongue, inhaling sharply, filling herself with the smell of Ivy’s ass and balls. “I want to suck on those sperm-makers,” moaned Taki, knee-walking forward to bury her pretty, Japanese sex-goddess face in Ivy’s swaying sack. With Ivy’s thong wrapped around her head and covering her nose, she looked slightly like another warrior she had encountered while spelunking in a Manji treasure-vault- the guardian Voldo. The flesh of Ivy’s sack enveloped her mouth and Taki’s cheeks hollowed out obscenely as she fastened her plump lips around one firm, cum-saturated nut and sucked, working her wet tongue along the bottom, her spit slobbering and coating it, her every moan and sucking sound as indecent as possible. Taki’s cock was an iron bar up against her midsection, the head flaring and leaking strands of her own thick fuck-milk. Every so often, one would dangle from her pulsating pisshole like a rice noodle covered in sauce.

Ivy’s slapped her cock against the top of Taki’s head while her nuts were sucked, groaning lightly as the female ninja’s agile mouth slurped and spit-bathed her scrotum. Ivy had never done such a thing to a man, and despite the pleasure it gave, she never intended to- it was too undignified. That was the best part of watching Taki do it- the idea that the former Fuuma clan prodigy had now reduced herself to squatting in public and sucking the biggest balls she could find. As far as Ivy was concerned, such was the penalty for the pride Taki had shown in assuming she knew which was the best way to conquer Soul Edge. As if on cue, Taki used two hands to gather Ivy’s balls into a bulbous bunch, pulling them taut away from her cock as far as she could, and tried to stuff both into her mouth at once. The huge nuts were nearly the size of apples- it was impossible…but that didn’t stop Taki from trying. Spit flew from her mouth and choking, glottal noises flew through the air as she attempted to stuff her cum-reeking mouth with Ivy’s sperm-saturated dick-orbs.

“Mmmmllllgh!” Taki grunted, giving up and panting hot breath all over Ivy’s nuts, her exhalations jiggling the bridge of spit that had formed between her perfect lips and the object of her lust. Her hand gathered up this mass of spit and used it to grease Ivy’s shaft, the sheen glimmering off of each vein and bit of textured skin on the massive cock. Taki jacked it lewdly in front of her face, letting her tongue hang out, a strand of spit still connecting her tongue-tip and white-haired woman’s low-hanging, spit-sticky cumsack.

“Fuck, I love jacking a big dick off in my face!” seethed Taki, eyes half-lidded, teeth clenched, all of her dignity eliminated by the cum in her hair, the female underwear wrapped tight over her head, crotchpiece still sealed tight against her nose, making sure every breath she brought in was tainted. Literally. She turned to look at the assembled crowd, who were all keeping their distance. Many of the men were jerking off at the sight of her. “I want you all to know that I’m going to let this gaijin bitch empty her balls all over my slutty little yamato body,” she hissed.

Ivy nodded, pulling her thong downward on Taki’s face so that her slender neck went through one of the legholes, turning the pliable garment into a short sort of leash. She yanked upward, causing Taki’s neck to extend obediently with her, showing off the swanlike, perfect shape of it to all present. “Tell everyone in the city, and have the merchants return to their villages and spread the word,” said the white-haired vixen. “Taki of the Fuuma ninja is nothing more than a pig-trough for foreign cock!” With that, Ivy presented her fat cocktip to Taki, and the Japanese woman gladly accepted it, popping the fat girth of it into her mouth and hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked powerfully on the head, making sickening slurping sounds, her eyes vacant and half-lidded.

Though she had never performed oral sex before in her life, Taki was helped along by several factors. First, the demonic lust-force inside of her seemed to grant an intrinsic knowledge of such things, driving her toward actions that were disgraceful…the loud slurping noises and half-dead eyes were second-nature to her as a result. There was a strange, brutal need deep inside her to demonstrate to the crowd, to Ivy, and to herself that she was nothing more than a stupid whore. Second, Taki’s training as a Fuuma ninja was readily adaptable to giving head. Not only was she well-versed in the art of concealing small projectile weapons in her mouth, but she also had the ability to taste and detect poison, spitting it out in the blink of an eye before it could contaminate her body. Both of these disciplines resulted in her mouth being as agile as the rest of her. She was also well-trained in resisting torture, and as a result, having her wind cut off for extended periods was not enough to cause her to panic. Even without the demon-force driving her, it would have been no problem for her to take a 14-inch cock all the way down her throat.

As if to prove this last fact, Taki began to fuck her own face forward onto Ivy’s crotch, croaking lewdly and dripping spit down the front of her own chin with each disgraceful impalement. With each forward lunge, Taki’s throat and mouth would bulge and and half of Ivy’s fat cock would disappear, drawing a moan from the upright woman. Taki never stopped jerking off- she was getting as much pleasure from sucking Ivy’s cock as she was from furiously stroking her own embarrassing erection. Ivy grabbed Taki by the hair and spat into her face, the thick spittle hitting her in the forehead and spreading, a sick mimic of the Fuuma headpiece she sometimes wore in the same location. It dripped down the side of her nose, and then her mouth was jerked off Ivy’s cock as the powerful woman yanked upward on the makeshift thong-leash. The leghole of the thong was tight against her windpipe. Ivy grabbed her spit-covered cock and began to slap it against Taki’s face, and Taki obliged her by extending her tongue.

Ivy began to berate Taki. “Arrogant mongrel! This is what you get for your insolence! You cocksucking whelp! Your face looks right at home with a fat cock bouncing off of it!”

“Fucking yes!” replied Taki, jerking off and groaning as Ivy’s prick helmet pounded against her bee-stung lips. “That’s so true! I’m such a fucking twat- I should have realized my place and used this body for some good!”

Ivy spit in Taki’s face again, sealing her left eye shut with a gob of phlegm. “You said I couldn’t defeat Soul Edge, but what did you do, you slant-eyed cunt? A big fat fucking NOTHING!” Ivy brought her hand down and hit Taki in the face, harshly, the slapping sound resounding through the air.

“Ugh!” said Taki, eyes watering. “Yes, beat the fuck out of me! I deserve it for being such a dumb bitch! I can’t believe I ever thought I could make a difference in this world…from now on I’m going to stay on my knees, sucking cock and taking dick in the- mmmmph!”

Ivy shoved her dick sideways into Taki’s mouth then, plowing the cum-leaking head into the hollow of the younger woman’s cheek, making it stretch outward, changing the shape of Taki’s face to a lewd, cocksmoking rictus. It looked as if the ninja had half an apple stored in one cheek. Ivy began to thrust with short, spearing drives, pumping herself into Taki’s drooling mouth and causing that cheek to oscillate disgracefully. Ivy was using Taki’s mouth like a shallow cunt. Drool poured from Taki’s mouth in lewd streams, and her nose began to run, her eyes to water. Her cock was a pulsating rod of iron up against her midsection, seeming ready to burst at any moment.

Ivy pulled her cock out of Taki’s mouth, and a thick load of drool and phlegm followed it, splattering downward onto Taki’s tits. Taki gasped one long breath inward and then addressed Ivy. “Uuuuuaaagh…good! Rape my face like it was a fucking c- mmmmph!”

Ivy stuffed her cock straight into Taki’s face then, driving half of her length straight down the kneeling woman’s throat without a second though. Taki’s eyes turned red and watered as she choked and drooled all over the girth. Ivy brought her hand down again, and began to hit Taki in the face repeatedly, all the while keeping her throat stuffed full of eight thick inches. Each brutal slap was accompanied by a Ivy’s abusive, sultry voice.

“You’re nothing but a stupid garbage heap!”

*WHAP!*

“Everyone in Japan is going to know what a dick-slobbering cunt you are!”

*WHAP!*

“You dared to take the destiny of the sword into your own hands, taking what was rightfully mine?”

*WHAP!*

Ivy pulled the thong up sharply, increasing the pressure on Taki’s windpipe, which already had her cock lodged in it. Taki could do nothing more than make sickening choking noises. Both of her hands were now wrapped around her cock, throttling it, jerking it helplessly. Her eyes were bloodshot and red, her nose and mouth were watering thickly. Once she was hung in this way, Ivy used her gauntleted hand to force Taki’s mouth further down on her cock. A brutal, warbling gurgle erupted from the ninja as six more thick, brutal inches of cock were stuffed into her gullet- it was like the sound of someone being simultaneously smothered to death and slowly stabbed with a red-hot blade. At last, Taki’s lower lip reached the top of Ivy’s dangling scrotum. Fourteen inches of wrist-thick cock were now filling her throat.

*WHAP!*

Taki’s throat was spasming, her entire body shuddering. The lack of oxygen, the choking, the abuse, she could deal with it all, but she was also in a state of constant near-orgasm, her female and male parts reacting to the abuse and throwing off all of her internal physical triggers. She had never let anyone treat her this way, not even close. To be face-fucked and brutally hit, she had no frame of reference for the sensation. This was a new battlefield for her.

For Ivy, the sensation was nothing short of heaven- the tightness of Taki’s throat was surpassing, and the situation was one of unspeakable erotic delights- to have her revenge in this way, in front of so many witnesses- with her former rival so servile and pathetic, it was beyond her wildest dreams. Her balls were boiling and swollen with a cum-load that seemed supernatural in size- and considering the circumstances surrounding her penis, perhaps supernatural was the way to describe it. She felt a force thrumming inside her body, driving her to greater lengths of sadism and sexual conquest, and she knew it was unnatural- but she found it impossible to resist. She could tell, though, that it was pulsating in time to another, related force- a twin. And this force was part of Taki. Though near-totally consumed by what she was doing, in the back of her mind, the intellectually curious Ivy who had spent four years in a laboratory studying Soul Edge was hoping for some answers.

Ivy flexed her big, powerful ass and pumped her forward cock in short, vibrating strokes while maintaining her brutal depth inside Taki’s mouth and throat. She could visualize her cockhead sliding back and forth quickly in the depths of the Japanese woman’s throat, perhaps just half a foot from her stomach. “Ugh!” she groaned- realizing that she was cumming a little. Her white, curvaceous ass clenched and unclenched as she expelled several hose-like blasts of sperm straight into Taki’s stomach, marking her insides as European property for years to come. Taki immediately realized what was happening, feeling the searing heat inside herself, like a bladder full of honey swallowed, only to burst. Her eyes rolled completely back in her head as she began to cum helplessly at the feeling of having her body defiled by a steaming eruption of Ivy’s sperm. One hand stayed on her cock, which she intentionally aimed at her own tits. Her cockhead began to splatter her ample chest with syrupy, coiling spurts of thick seed, streams so thick that they stayed connected to her pisshole after firing. With her other hand, she massaged Ivy’s balls lewdly, groping them, squeezing them, coaxing them. Her body language was clear- she wanted as much nut butter as possible to be fired into her stomach.

“Nnnnnnnnngh!” groaned Ivy, as she painted Taki’s throat with a third and fourth blast of virile girl-goo. “Stupid whore! I’ll use your body like a fucking toilet!” But she thought better of it after only a few seconds, gripping the top of her prick tightly to stifle her orgasm, and pulling her cock from Taki’s throat with a groan. When the prick helmet emerged from her mouth, it was still dripping thick, nasty sperm, and several strands, like coagulated paste, were connecting the pulsating pisshole and Taki’s wet face. Taki continued to fire off a disgraceful orgasm, cumming onto herself lewdly and loving every second of defiling her own body with sperm under the watchful eye of two dozen witnesses. As her cum-quake subsided, she gasped and choking, exploding a mouthful of spit, cum and phlegm from her mouth and onto the ground. Her tits were a mess- two twin pillows, the perfect nipples criss-crossed with lines of dirty cum, so thick and white that her skin couldn’t be seen through the strands, which were hanging across her breasts like party streamers. Taki spoke, but her voice was hoarse and almost unrecognizable.

“Thank you for letting me become your sperm receptacle,” gasped Taki, her face an unrecognizable mask of spit. “I loved having my face and throat defiled by that huge fucker…” She brought her hands up to her tits and began to massage the lines of cum into her flesh, oiling up her perfect breasts with her own seed. “Mmm…I’m so glad all these strangers saw me cum all over myself like a dumb dick-slut…”

“Shut up, cur,” said Ivy, her cock drooping slightly. “We’re not even close to through. You better get me hard again- I’ll start by fucking those sperm udders of yours. You really are a disgusting whore. An eastern bitch hasn’t the statuesque body to carry a rack like that.”

Taki cooed as Ivy placed her cock, still throat-wet, between her big, buoyant breasts. She eagerly squeezed them together around the shaft, making it disappear between the slick, sperm-loaded, glistening bulbs of flesh before emerging just in front of her mouth. She kissed the tip of Ivy’s cock, slurping a drop of thick cum into her mouth while rubbing her chest up and down the huge shaft.

“I’m so glad I have these dirty tits now,” moaned Taki, still sliding her chest up and down Ivy’s shaft. “They never used to be important to me, but I can finally use them the way they should be used- to please the biggest dicks I can find- to serve as targets for the nastiest cumloads in the land.” She continued her monologue, locking eyes with Ivy as she pleased the woman not just with her breasts, but with her words. It was obvious to her now that the force inside her was fuelled somehow by her own disgrace, and though she had long-since given up trying to fight it- it really was overpowering- she felt like she was beginning to understand it. “I’m so fucking stupid…did I really think I would be a successful ninja with these fat fuckbags hanging from my chest? I should have had the Fuuma train me as a concubine, at least then I could have been useful for something.”

“Now you’re talking some sense!” said Ivy, enjoying the slow, sensuous titfuck. “You recognize your own arrogance, your own worthlessness. It’s a joke that you once thought yourself worthy to change my destiny, to keep Soul Edge from my hands. I am the only one who can truly destroy that cursed blade, and all of your eastern heresy is nothing but tripe! You should stick to licking the balls of male ninja and letting regional lords cum on your face!”

“God, yes!” groaned Taki. “Thank you for explaining to me what a dumb cumbucket I am, I was too stupid to understand it for myself. You’ve proven it to me- I exist only to choke on your mighty she-cock, feel the sting of your hand hitting me in my worthless mouth, drink your spit and suck the crotch-juice out of your well-used thong!”

Ivy pulled her cock from Taki’s mouth and turned around, presenting her ass to Taki, who moaned with excitement at the thought of burying her cum and spit-ruined face between the cheeks of Ivy’s curvaceous, pale behind. The sight of Ivy from the rear was breathtaking- the statuesque woman was carrying a rump that looked like it could feed a family of four, firm and well-muscled, yet perfectly round, bountiful and immaculate in its perfect whiteness. The view was a bit different than it might have been just a week earlier, though- for also visible between her legs was her dangling nutsack.

“Get your fucking tongue up my ass,” groaned Ivy, grabbing Taki’s hair with one and and jacking her prick back to full hardness with the other. “Show that you know a Japanese woman’s place by kissing my butthole like it was the mouth of your betrothed!” Taki wasted no time in using two hands to part Ivy’s big buttcheeks, her fingers leaving red streaks on the white skin. The sight that greeted her was unspeakably erotic and obscene- first, Ivy’s fat pink pucker. Second, her wet, inviting cunt. And third, her big, sperm-loaded ballsack.

“Oh god,” moaned Taki, her own cock rapidly approaching full hardness again as she buried her face in Ivy’s dickgirl rear, her hands barely strong enough to keep the avalanche of Ivy-ass from making her task impossible- the European woman was built like a temple of iron. “Fuck, I love the taste of your ass!” she cooed, teasing the pink pucker with her tongue before drilling her agile appendage deep into it, licking lovingly at the spicy hole like she was kissing a man for the first time. “Mmm…fuck…god!” She squeezed Ivy’s behind extra hard, causing the buttflesh to bulge out from between her fingers, and began to tongue-fuck her wet asshole lewdly, moaning her hot breath onto it in between each penetration.

“Mmm…yes…tongue fuck my dirty asshole!” moaned Ivy, bending over slightly to present her ass to Taki in even more lewd a fashion. She kept one hand in the other woman’s hair, and one hand on her cock. “This is all you deserve. Your arrogance is so much shit in the gutter! Now you’re slurping at my anus in full view of your own countrymen!” Taki pulled her mouth from Ivy’s asshole and sprayed a hot breath over the white-haired dickgirl’s cunt, ass and balls.

“And I’m glad,” added Taki, her voice low and lewd. “This mouth is made to suck dick, pussy and ass and I don’t care who knows it!” She buried her face in Ivy’s ass again, her hands gripping desperately at the woman’s big ass in order to part her powerful cheeks far enough to reveal that dripping pink pucker. Taki sucked and slurped at Ivy’s asshole, sometimes trailing her tongue down to suck the nectar from her cunt, sometimes pulling Ivy’s fat ballsack back through her legs and pressing it against her asshole so she could lick both at once. It took less than a minute before Ivy couldn’t take any more without blowing her load into the wind, so she spun and backhanded Taki harshly in the face, leaving the smaller woman sprawled in the dust, her prick jutting up into the air.

Ivy gritted her teeth. “You little bitch…you almost made me cum. I’m through fucking around!” The voluptuous warrior woman’s cock was at full attention again, over a foot long and ready to fuck. Taki looked back at her with an eager, desperate resignation, wiping a small trickle of blood from her lip. Ivy had really tagged her. There was a buzz in the air, like two electrostatic forces colliding- something was happening in the background, besides the obvious depravity. Even the onlookers, those thirty masturbating men and clit-diddling women, could feel it. “Then do it,” said Taki, her voice low, like a sexual beast on the prowl. “Do it- do it like I know you can. Fuck me- fuck me like a bitch in front of all these people! Do it!”

“You fucking whore!” cried Ivy, stepping forward. The air seemed to grow even thicker- the force inside both of their bodies was resonating. Taki shouted back at her, defiant and begging all at once.

“Rape me here in the street, it’s all I want and I deserve! Do it! I want to see these degenerate scum blowing their loads while they watch their yamato princess get defiled by a big European dick-dyke, like you!” Taki’s eyes seemed to gleam. Ivy approached her, but she continued taunting the swordswoman, perhaps hoping to inspire her to greater heights of sexual aggression. “End my life as a ninja and turn me in a cum-puking fuckslut! Do it! Rape me like a DOG!” Taki was nearly screaming now.

“You’ll get your wish, you stupid heathen cumbucket!” growled Ivy, her eyes alight with sexual fire, her cock on the verge of explosion. The hum of two complimentary forces was now audible to all present, like the low thrum of an alien spaceship powering up its engines. Ivy bent down to wrap her gold-gauntleted hand around Taki’s throat, and a flash of light scorched the sky. Some reaction was taking place. Ivy spit directly into Taki’s mouth as she hauled the cum-splattered ninja upright, and Taki eagerly swallowed it. Ivy lifted Taki up by the throat, bringing her heels an inch off the ground and initiating a staredown at eye level. Her words were cold.

“I’m going to break you in half,” whispered Ivy, through clenched teeth. “When I’m done, you’ll wish that sword had taken your soul.” In the loud hum of demonic resonance, and the crackle of the darkening sky, only Taki heard her.

“Do it,” replied the ninja, her voice nearly choked off by Ivy’s death grip. “Rape the dignity out of me.”

Ivy said no more- she only threw Taki to the ground, then used an aggressive foot to roll her sexually-charged rival onto her stomach. Taki was quick to rise to her hands ands knees, presenting her cunt and asshole to Ivy like a sacrifice. As she had before, she reached behind herself and spread her athletic, toned butt-cheeks, giving her demon-powered mistress a lewd view of her cunt and asshole…and the down-pointing spike of her throbbing penis. Ivy stood almost directly over Taki’s ass and pointed her thick cock almost directly downward, poising the tip to shear powerfully into the ninja-woman’s quivering asshole. The sight of Ivy’s fat fuckstick sliding between the athletic cheeks of Taki’s toned rear was obscenely erotic…it was a safe bet that every man who had ever seen the Fuuma-nin prodigy in action had, somewhere in his mind, wondered what it would look like to see the cheeks of her eminently-fuckable Japanese ass split by a thick flesh pole. Now, that was exactly what was happening, though it wasn’t a man doing the deed. It was a stacked, deadly, hugely-hung dickbitch with a thirst for sadistic revenge.

Ivy placed the tip of her cock at the center of Taki’s twitching pucker. Taki reached back and spread herself as wide as she could, parting he ass lewdly for the fleshy invader. Ivy dropped downward, spearing her fat prick helmet into the searing tightness of Taki’s shithole. Taki’s ass was all muscle, and the ring of her asshole was no exception- it was the tightest fit that Ivy had ever experienced, not that that was saying much. But that would have been true even if she’d had the cock for twenty years. A wind seemed to whip across the proceedings as the sky darkened further, and sparks of orange-yellow energy were visible coruscating between the bodies of the two dickgirls. Taki’s tongue exploded out of her mouth and her eyes rolled back into her head as she arched back, bringing her belly low and pointing her asshole upward.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuagh! It fucking feels so good!” Taki roared. The crackle of energy and the squeal of wind made her almost inaudible to everyone but herself and Ivy. Ivy dipped her thighs and drove her cock slightly deeper, spearing five inches into Taki’s obscenely stretched butthole. The flesh of her ass-ring was under extreme stress from the thickness of Ivy’s prong.

“I’m going to rip your asshole apart, you nasty bitch!” roared Ivy, dipping down further, providing everyone present with a gorgeous view of her own round, sexy ass in the midst of each thrust. The muscles of her fat, voluptuous behind were at work every time she tensed to drive her cock deeper into Taki’s little-used ninja shitpipe. She began to fuck in earnest, driving a little deeper with each thrust. Taki could barely even think, all she could do was try to bear the simultaneous pleasure and pain of having her virgin asshole defiled by a demonic length of girl-cock. Now that Ivy was inserted, her hands ceased the lewd spreading of her ass and moved to her cock and cunt- she jerked furiously at her rock-hard, 14-inch fucksnake while simultaneously diddling away at her puffy pubic mound- the lone sexual activity that she’d had any experience with prior to that morning.

“You dirty dick-bitch!” roared Ivy, her voice cutting through the maelstrom. “Look at you! Jacking off like a fucking whore while you get your ass torn apart! You’re a piece of shit!”

“Treat me like a fucking sperm-bucket! I want you to fill me with so much filthy dickgirl jizz that I’m shitting cum for a fucking week!” Taki cried back.

Ivy howled inarticulately, the presence inside her empowering her to cast aside all concerns, all morality, and concentrate on reducing Taki to the status of gibbering rape victim. She buried her cock to the hilt in one mighty thrust, digging her hands into Taki’s hourglass waist, crouching behind her in a lewd pose that allowed all present to the brutal insertion, the impact of Ivy’s flopping nutsack against Taki’s twat, and below that, the bobbing, sperm-leaking hardness of Taki’s cock. She began to fuck the full 14 inches of dick in and out of Taki’s ass, sawing her thick-veined cock brutally in and out of the younger woman’s violated asshole, assaulting Taki’s pussy with the impact of her heavy balls. This went on for nearly thirty full seconds before Ivy halted and reached forward to grab Taki by her formerly luxurious dark hair, pushing her head downward. As she did this, Ivy grabbed Taki’s legs and moved forward, leaving Taki in a position where she was basically balanced on her neck with her legs hanging spread wide and hanging down, knees drawn up to either side of her fat tits. The highest point on Taki’s body was now her asshole, and that’s what Ivy was pile-driving down into, using her dick like the stick in a butter-churn. Taki’s cock was pointed straight down at her own face- and the ninja could actually see Ivy’s ass and cock above her, driving down into her…it was a dehumanizing and devastating position that left her totally exposed. Naturally, Taki loved it.

“Mmm…drive that fucking cock down into me…hurt me…god, split my tight asshole like a piece of firewood!” she moaned, jerking her cock in a way that left the tip just inches from her own mouth. Her neck and shoulders were beginning to ache, but she could take it- her ninja training had prepared her for physical ordeals like this. Taki loved the sight of Ivy’s big ass bouncing downward while the silver-haired dick-bitch drove her cock straight down into Taki’s butt. The sexual position was causing all of the blood to rush to Taki’s brain, and on one particularly brutal downthrust, the tip of her cock was nearly forced into her own mouth. Naturally, this gave Taki an idea, and she slid her head backward, tucked her legs further down and apart, and began to suck sluttily at her own dick. She moaned with pleasure at the sensation, feeling her own salty pre-cum leak into her mouth even as Ivy was a foot deep in her balanced, exposed ass. She no longer felt like she was in control of her own asshole and bowels- that part of her body was a nexus of pain and pleasure to the extent that it was unrecognizable.

“That’s right, suck your own dick, you fucking whore! There’s no limit to what a sick cunt you are!” roared Ivy, still fucking as hard as she could, her mind a whirlwind of pleasures, her cock sending sensations to her brain that she never would have thought possible. Taki’s athletic, goddess-like ass was like a vise. Though under the influence of demonic lust, Ivy could tell that something was about to happen. To think of it in alchemical terms, which she often did when confronting a situation, two compatible substances had been introduced to each other…and now a reaction was about to happen. This small thought was drowned out by the sea of lust that had flooded her brain. “I’m going to cum in your ass, you rape-toilet whelp!” she screamed, and then buried herself to the hilt in Taki’s clutching, spasming shithole. The ring of the ninja-woman’s asshole was distended lewdly- her perfect, muscled cheeks were unable to rest against each other due to the fat length of dick that was buried in her butt. Not that they would have been able to anyway, with her legs spread and dangling down to her shoulders.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnngh!” howled Taki, choking on her own cock. She felt like she might die as every part of her body exploded with pleasure simultaneously- her cunt and ass were an inferno of orgasmic bliss, and her cock was like a white-hot rod of pleasure…she howled like a dirty whore as her own spunk began to pump into her mouth in superheated strands, coating her tongue and teeth, filling her mouth up…she sucked it from the tip of her own disgraceful dick like a baby at the teat, wanting to taste every bit of her own nasty sperm, wanting to swish it around in her mouth, feel it burying her tongue, feeling it puffing out her cheeks with its thickness and volume. Stream after stream of hot fuck pumped out over her tongue and splattered the back of her throat. Her face was lewd and depraved as her eyes rolled back in her head and her cheeks hollowed out around her own fat cock-knob. She sucked desperately to drink every drop of her own load.

At the same time, Ivy was groaning, howling like an animal, and cumming deep into Taki’s asshole- and this time there would be no stopping her orgasm. Every ounce of cum in her big, nasty nutsack was being directed via flesh-pipe deep into Taki’s body, turning the ninja’s once demure and mysterious nether region into a bloated, steaming sperm-cavern. The volume of her ejaculation was sickening- many, many times what a normal man could have produced, erupting into Taki’s brutally-raped shitpipe in ribbon-thick spurts that pooled in her bowels. She was truly using the once-proud ninja as nothing more than a sperm receptacle, pumping her athletic body full of a grotesque volume of thick, fertile dickgirl seed. “Rrrrrrrrrrragh!” she screamed, every time a new, thick spurt seared through her urethra and out of her pisshole, into the rape-toilet depths of Taki’s abused asspipe. “Rrrrrrrrrragh!” She arched her back, sticking out her gorgeous ass, and let everyone watch as she emptied her big, nasty sack into the body of her Japanese rival. Ivy pumped so much jizz into Taki’s butt that it had caused the woman’s belly to swell slightly.

The burst of orange light that was gathering between the bodies had become impossible to ignore, their simultaneous orgasms had triggered a catalytic reaction. For the first time in what seemed like hours, Taki felt the mental wall that had restricted her will to shift somehow, allowing her a sort of “passage” through which she could force her intentions. Her original personality had been beaten back, but it was still there, and more defiant than ever. She sensed that the demonic lust was wrapped around her will like a caul- she would need to gather it, force it out of her, in order to become whole again. But the orgasms were coming non-stop, and her own depravity was still in control. Ivy was still shuddering with orgasm, but she had come to a similar conclusion. Something was happening- but what? She sensed she could rid her body of her curse, but she had no idea how- only that it seemed it might be possible to force the yellow-orange light from her body like one might force an unwelcome visitor from the house.

Ivy stumbled slightly, pulling her cock from Taki’s brutalized ass and falling to her knees beside the ninja-woman’s head, her cock flopping down between her legs, half-hard. Ivy’s tongue was hanging lewdly out of her mouth, her eyes flickering with what was barely awareness…she was fuck-struck, in a state of dangerous and continuous arousal. Taki’s asshole stayed open, unable to close all the way after such a harsh fucking. There was an ocean of nasty sperm swimming in her butt, and the withdrawal of Ivy’s meat was accompanied by the long, nasty sound of air escaping from Taki’s violated shithole. Taki spat the head of her cock out of her own mouth- coughing up a thick dollop of her own sperm. It splattered on her cheek and dripped down to her neck.

There was something welling inside her, she could feel it. Taki lacked the strength even to move, and could only tense and shudder as one final, apocalyptic orgasm exploded through her body. The light became blinding. Ivy shuddered at the same time, orgasming again, but as with Taki, this orgasm seemed to come from within, to envelop her whole body. For a split second, there was a smell like burning hair, and then it passed. Two lights, one from each of their orgasmic bodies, seemed to combine in the air, then erupt skyward and disappear. Taki was left sprawled on the ground, a torrent of sperm leaking from her violated ass and down one shapely asscheek, her hair and face defiled- but her crotch suddenly penis-free. Ivy likewise lost her temporary cock, and ended up in a seated position beside Taki, feeling bewildered.

The awkward glance that was exchanged between the two women is perhaps better imagined than described.

Epilogue

Strangely enough, none of the witnesses to Taki’s encounter with Ivy were able to spread the word to anyone in Japan or in any other country. Many of them were rounded up under the auspices of a sudden Imperial anti-indecency order, and once suspected of indecency they certainly had no reason to relate the outlandish sex acts they had seen. This was Taki’s solution. Those who weren’t lucky enough to be politically outmaneuvered were found dead. You can probably figure out who came up with that one.

Ivy was subsequently unwilling to admit that her actions were partially motivated by a desire for revenge and not wholly by the influence of the lust-curse. Taki has her doubts about this. The incident remains a closely-guarded secret, likely to vanish from the stage of history.
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