Video Games Dead, not Alive: Women to die for (1 Viewer)

[Parasitoro]

Part 1: Unleashing their deadly beauty

Mai Shiranui was in trouble, or at least, the guards at a secret M.I.S.T. facility who had uncovered the kunoichi trying to infiltrate it, believed they had her firmly under control. She had decided to help fellow kunoichi Ayane and Kasumi take down a rather significant threat to world peace, and set off for the facility situated on Kauai Island, concealed beneath a steep hill.

However, intelligent AI security sounded an alarm after scanning of all persons entering the facility revealed that the eye shape of a particular scientist did not match the known database image. Faced with too many armed men, and her identity revealed after her scientist gown was removed in a scuffle, Mai was led towards a room with medical imaging equipment.

The information given by Ayane mentioned cloning projects, and remarks of soldiers about the “Boss creating copies of hot babes” explained the extensive medical tests. Still, it made little difference to the humiliated Mai, who was stripped naked, and bound with tough plastic cuffs compatible with the advanced medical imaging equipment.

She was made to watch a strange sequence of violent images and clips focused on bare-handed combat, which she suspected were intended to mentally condition her.

There was sound accompanying the video, which progressed slowly at first, but soon sped up, while an advanced magnetic resonance imaging device scanned her. The procedure was designed with the goal of creating a desirable state of mind, and later, the neural patterns could be copied into a new body, if needed.

After spending what seemed to be an eternity in this room, Mai was on her feet again, amused at the erection of the two escorting guards that had taken over from the previous duo, outside the room with the device. She was given a seemingly plain plastic cup filled with water to drink- the first such opportunity since she was captured, many hours ago.

She would find a way to use her alluring body to secure her freedom, and ultimately, accomplish more than she expected to do.

Mai drank the water and then, reacting to their horny whispering, she swung her hips slowly, and said: “I don’t mind having sex, but like this, I can’t do every position.”

After these words sparked gasps of excitement from the guards, followed by big grins, the two started to discuss the practicalities. She was bound up, and completely removing the restraints was out of the question.

” Maybe... one at a time would be best?”, Mai suggested softly, hoping to cause some bickering among the guards. And she did, because both wanted to enjoy her, and be the first.

After some time, an agreement was reached between the guards: the senior one would get to fuck the captured kunoichi first. During sex, one set of restraints would be removed, allowing for more freedom during sex. First, Mai’s legs would be released, and later, the restraints would go back, and her arms would be unshackled instead, when the younger guard got his turn.

Mai was wet, and showed it to them both, although she had concealed the real reason for her bodily reaction. She was anticipating a double kill, in actuality. The fun would start after the kunoichi had her blood drawn. She went in there completely calm, knowing her plan should work.

After that procedure had been done, the soldiers went to a cell, carrying Mai. Once in there, they unzipped their pants, and the older of the two guards released the shackles on Mai’s legs, promptly being shown her wet pussy, after the sexy female spread her legs.

The mercenary from South-America released his erection from the confines of his underwear, and wasted no time in getting on top of the Japanese woman. His groping of her breasts, together with his act of vaginal penetration, elicited soft gasps from her.

The guard pumped in and out of her with increasing speed, and the loud cries of pleasure he heard boosted his ego, making him grin and grope the ample breasts jiggling in his view.

Since the other guard was overstimulated, he couldn’t wait, and ended up shoving his erection into Mai’s mouth, meeting no resistance. In this mixture of erotic sounds, hearing one specific sound would be hard, and that gave the kunoichi an opportunity to eliminate the guards.

She put her legs on the shoulders of the guard penetrating her, making it easier for him to ram hard into her, hard. However, it also set up the planned headscissor neck snap.

While she had killed before, the video she saw, and the chemicals slipped into the water would alter her brain chemistry, in order to make her significantly more eager to kill. The failure of security protocols had not been anticipated, and this resulted in a dangerous woman who was truly turned on by the idea of killing, even though she already liked the ability to lure men in with her body. Now, she began to crave this.

When her orgasm came very close, she locked her calves around the South-American man’s neck, and just as he realized what she had in mind, she twisted, causing a single, firm CRACK which the other guard did not pick up immediately, since he was absorbed in the blowjob he was getting, having knelt above Mai’s face.

Furthermore, her wild cries of orgasmic bliss took up his attention, too. When the younger guard realized the other one was not doing anything, and looked in his direction, it was too late.

He saw the guard slumped, face-first in Mai’s breasts, not moving an inch. Instinctively, he reached for his firearm, but that idea was stopped cold by the bendy body of the brunette. She swung her right leg backwards, and her foot struck him on the head, dazing him enough to cause him to stagger backwards, and almost fall on the floor.

Mai had time to push the corpse off of her using her knees, and stand up afterwards. Smiling at the younger guard, she ran over to him, wrapping her legs around his neck, as well.

“I hope you enjoy your last moments...”, she said, pushing her pussy into his face, while gyrating her hips slowly. Soft moans indicated her own enjoyment, as she felt immensely turned on by her current position, achieved by her alluring body and immense combat skill.

Even her voice had an effect on the guard. He seemed disappointed to be close to death, and his groan indicated this, even though he had an erection. Still, he ended up licking at the wet pussy of the kunoichi, causing her to cry out in pleasure, and close her eyes.

“Y-yes…enjoy it…make me cum…” said Mai Shiranui, and soon, her moans increased. Apparently, guards frequently had sex with (mostly unwilling) captives, and so, nobody had come to check on the cell.

As her second orgasm since the infiltration came nearer, she tightened her hold on the man’s head. He began to wheeze and twitch, but as his tongue flopped inside of her vagina, it hit a sensitive spot.

Loud cries were interrupted by a series of successive cracks and pops, until the guard stopped moving. Mai gasped with each broken vertebra in the guard’s neck, and didn’t get up immediately. Her body and mind were drunk on the power to use males for her pleasure, while taking their lives away.

Once she was done enjoying the kill, she searched the pockets of both guards for the keys to the hardened plastic restraints used during the scanning procedures. Once she found them, her hands were finally free.

She knew getting her clothes and equipment back would not be easy, as it meant backtracking towards the medical examination room, and the science labs where she was caught. However, she would get help.


Momiji of the Hayabusa clan had arrived sometime after Mai infiltrated the facility, and at the time of Mai’s double kill; the other kunoichi had entered battle with guards, and was currently in a battle with three armed men. The gunfire had become so strong that the naginata got knocked out of her hands, but she managed to turn the tables on the guards with a smoke grenade.

Following the loud boom, she used the reduced visibility to get in close, and dispose of them.

First, she went into a handspring jump, and landed on the shoulders of one of the guards. Trapping his skull between her legs, she spins to the right, breaking his neck in one clean move.

In panic, that guard, just before his demise, fired shots from his SMG, holding it with one hand, as he lost balance. The shots caused panic in the other two, and one of them screamed, as he was hit in his left arm, almost collapsing to the floor.

Momiji went for the other, uninjured guard, and delivered a hard kick to the gut, quickly taking advantage of him doubling over. Wrapping her right leg around his neck, she twisted immediately, gasping as the head of the guard rubbed against her panties, and the pussy underneath. It felt good- now that guard too, was dead.

“Mmm…guess I’m getting stronger.”

The final guard was very afraid, and tried to run back towards the base, but had little chance to get anywhere far. Just inside the main gate, Momiji completed a run with a two-footed dropkick into his back. A single crunch was followed by pained groans, and an awkward fall, which indicated spinal damage.

“Oh, let me help you with that.”, she said, mocking the guard before mounting his back, and breaking his neck with her hands, drawing out several pops from his cervical vertebra. She felt tingling in her pussy from that kill, and desire for more thrill. She went back to pick the naginata up, and ventured into the facility, amidst the consistent noise of the alarm system.

By this point, Mai Shiranui had managed to get her equipment, but instead of concealing her privates, she put the red and white outfit in a way that would expose them. For Mai, her body was a weapon, both in a physical and mental sense.

Ambushing a pair of guards running through a corridor, Mai attacked them from an intersecting corridor, tripping the first guard up. As the other one had to stop abruptly in order to avoid falling over him, Mai leapt out, kicking him in the knee.

This way, she made the guard fall face-first into her bosom. Wrapping one arm around the back of his head, she held him in place, enjoying his muffled moans, while tossing his rifle with the other hand. Looking back, she moved backwards, aligning her butt with the other guard’s neck and head.

That guard was just getting up, but realized, at the last moment, that the sexy ninja planned to smash his head into the floor with a butt drop. He cried out in fear, but it was too late.

The force of gravity acted as a multiplier to Mai Shiranui’s weight against the head and neck of the guard who was on his hands and knees. A loud thud was followed by a sick crack and blood spatter on the floor.

Moaning, Mai rose up, and dropped on the unfortunate victim once more, just to be sure, while enjoying the slowing of reactions in the guard whom she was breast smothering.

“Aren’t my breast the firmest? The best?”, she spoke, taunting the dying guard. Her pleasure culminated in a small orgasm when she realized he was not moving, not exhaling against her skin…nothing came from the guard. Her breasts were lethal.

Mai wanted to enjoy her latest accomplishment more, but had to hurry. The alert code switched to the highest state, and with that, the chance that those running the base would escape increased. The sight of Momiji on security screens made getting to the very top a priority: she could trap anyone trying to get to the top, leaving them helpless against two deadly ladies.

She knew there was a heliport, and thus, moved forward with great speed towards the nearest elevator. The helipad button had a card slot next to it, and she had to use her folding fan to cause the reader to malfunction by producing sparks. Her somewhat random attempts bore fruit, however. The button lit up, and she was going to the top.


Momiji had seen Mai on screens as well, receiving arousal and inspiration from watching her dispose of men.

For that reason, she exposed her breasts, and walked forward confidently, sheathing her katana. The lower part of her costume couldn’t be removed quickly, but there was a zipper, in case of urgent bodily needs, and she pulled it down.

Therefore, guards that had ran to block her way, blocking the first set of stairs in the base were left transfixed by her walking in, letting them ogle at her exposed privates.

Smiling, Momiji approached slowly, her movement inviting the men to go near her. They had their rifles trained on her, but from their nervous, confused looks, she could tell they were not going to fire.

When they approached her, she began slowly gyrating her hips, squatting as she mesmerized the men with an erotic dance. The confused guards watch, and begin to whistle, grinning as they forget that she is a dangerous intruder.

When their weapons were not pointing at Momiji’s head, she moved into action, performed a backflip handstand, and bent her legs at the knee, wrapping one each around the necks of both guards. They tried aiming at her, but the twist of her hips made both of them fall dead, amidst pleasured moans of the kunoichi.

“Better luck next time, boys…”, she said, grinning at their lifeless bodies, before she broke into a dash up the stairs.

A lone guard tried to stop her, but her fast run up the spiral staircase precluded him from scoring any hits with his shot, and ultimately, he met a spin-kick into the wall, which was fatal, given how close he was to it already.

She ended up running past the dead guard, not bothering with the second floor, since she heard the slamming of many doors, assuming scientists and other staff had locked themselves in.

Getting up to the final floor, just below the helipad area, she could see and hear panicked guards surround…Victor Donovan. She, and Mai Shiranui had stumbled upon the vicious schemer who was behind all this cloning and projects aimed at creating super soldiers.

They had Mai pinned on the helipad, apparently, as evident from her gasps. She had taken out the guard on the helipad, but was pinned, now. In such a situation, Momiji had to react. Readying her naginata, she charged out from behind a corner, dashing into the guards.

There was panic, blood and screams. Soon, Mai had joined in, now free from suppressive fire. Victor had begun to run away, alongside one guard, but he was essentially trapped on the third floor.

For a few moments, both females surveyed the bloodstained corridor, and noted the signs of life in some of the bodies that had fallen on top of each other. But then, they looked at each other, smiling. Momiji remembered the fact that Mai Shiranui’s privates were exposed. Feeling safe, Momiji stripped herself naked, leaving only the boots on. Mai was doing the same, as she ached for more erotic killing.

Grabbing a hold of twitching arms, each kunoichi pulled one badly injured guard out of the pile, and, as if their minds had been linked telepathically, chose to use their thighs to finish them off.

The only difference was in the view each guard would have, before death. One was doomed to lose his life in the shapely butt of Mai Shiranui, while the other one had Momiji’s wet pussy to look forward to.

Aroused by the situation of having men at their mercy, the dangerous women took things further. They were next to one another, and at one point, looking at each other; a simultaneous moan gave way to a soft kiss that turned very passionate. Meanwhile, their thighs worked periodically to condition the trapped men to breathe and lick into the quivering flesh in front of their noses.

The men did lick and gasp into the erogenous zones of their female executioners, causing moans of pure delight from them. The kunoichi couple trembled and quivered, closing in on their joined orgasm.

When it came, it was magnificent. The kiss had remained almost unbroken throughout the entire time, and the screams of pleasure were muffled by the other’s mouth, giving the noises made by the women an additional sensual quality.

At the same time as their juices flowed in large amounts, the two kunoichi’s rigid bodies made the squeeze on the two guards fatal. Just to make sure or perhaps to enhance their pleasure, the women twisted their hips, causing loud, sharp cracks to emanate from the necks of their victims.

They twisted their hips in various ways, enjoying the background that sounds of death created for their lovemaking. Meanwhile, Donovan and the remaining guard trembled in fear, trying to call for help, but those few guards that were still alive, had barricaded themselves in their rooms, preferring their own safety to saving a man that wasn’t in position of great power any more.

When the two women kicked down the door to the room Victor Donovan had locked himself in, they found a panicked guard on his ass, shooting upwards, as his aim was disrupted. Victor was hidden behind a chair, and rose up to shoot at the kunoichi, but could not outpace heir reflexes. Mai tossed a kunai that injured his arm, after which Momiji’s kick sent him into the wall, unconscious. Mai had incapacitated Victor while locking her calves around the guard’s neck.

Seeing this, Momiji got a twisted idea. After whispering it to Mai, she received a nod, and went about pulling out the guard’s dick. “When you cum, your neck will break.” Momiji announced, starting her handjob. The guard protested, but his moans and groans were rather weak, muffled by Mai’s crotch, after she had repositioned to better enjoy the situation.

The guard was aroused to a full erection, and his groans stimulated Mai’s pussy greatly, making her want more. “Y-yes! Make me cum!”, she ordered, and the soldier whined under duress, feeling his climax approach. When he came, driven by Mamiji’s pumping, his seed shot up in the air, while his tongue went inside Mai. Right then and there, she twisted her hips, while screaming in pleasure. The dying guard twitched intensely, as his nervous system experienced total failure, while female juices washed over his frozen face. Momiji was quite turned on herself, and went to kiss Mai, again.

Now, there remained one man to kill, so that the mission could be considered over. Victor Donovan had to die, and both kunoichi would be killing him at the same time. This time, Mai had an idea. She went over to the unconscious man’s legs, grabbing them, before sitting on his back, beckoning Momiji to take seat on his upper back.

When the Dragon Ninja clan member did so, she locked her hands around Victor’s skull, pulling his neck and head upwards. After some groans in an unconscious state, the man finally woke up, but immediately wished he had not. Pain shot though his whole spinal column, and he realized death was coming. Meanwhile, he could hear, and even see the aroused females turning towards each other, and making out.

It was the worst kind of punishment for his criminal activities- an excruciating torture doubling as an execution, and bodies of two sexy females so close, but out of reach. At one point, arousal in the females spiked, and they experienced a joint orgasm, causing Mai to pull on Victor’s legs.

His whine turned into a scream mixed with the prolonged crunching sound of his spine breaking under the stress. To this ghastly song, Mai added her muffled moans, and then, Momiji pulled on the criminal mastermind’s neck, ending his “vocal track”, replacing it with a sharp crack, and her own orgasmic cries.

The sadistic pleasure of Mai and Momiji was such that they soaked Victor’s suit in their juices, their erotic pose lasting for minutes after the kill. Once their orgasms had subsided, Momiji sent a message to Ayane using a small earpiece, secretly inviting her and Kasumi to come to inspect the base where Donovan’s corpse laid.


Mai and Momiji planned to keep this sexy massacre a secret between kunoichi, but soon, events would change this plan into something entirely different…

 

[Parasitoro]

Part 2: Unleashing their deadly beauty

Ayane was curious about the reason for the message inviting her to inspect the secret M.I.S.T. facility on Kauai Island. She and Kasumi, who would be joining her relatively shortly, had destroyed the main facility where the artificial life form known as Alpha 152 had to be defeated.

Upon landing with her hi-tech glider, Ayane saw open gates of the facility- normally disguised as boulders. Many guards lay dead on the outside. Upon closer inspection, the lavender-haired kunoichi noticed most of the deaths were due to anatomical destruction of the neck and spine. Naturally, kunoichi were trained to dispose of enemies in such manner, but it seemed whoever killed these men really enjoyed the method.

Entering deeper, Ayane found one dead guard with his zipper pulled down. Chuckling, she later found a corpse with a post-mortem erection and traces of a clear fluid on his lips, with a pool of blood coming from a wound on the back of his head. Instantly, she felt a tingle down there, aware of how this man was killed.

As she ventured deeper into the facility, she could occasionally hear sounds. Cries of unknown origin. Upon coming to the prisoner cell area, she found the most obscene sight yet. Two guards almost naked, both dead, with fluid-soaked faces, and erections that stayed firm even in death. Of course, their necks were broken, and it seemed neither guard had struggled much. Gasping, Ayane walked, while massaging her own breasts. She was in need of ending a life in such a way, as it has been some time before she had killed a man in an erotic fashion. She was in luck.

Upon ascending the stairs, she found the cries much louder, and easier to discern. These were mostly female, and sexual in nature. Entering a tech lab, she found Momiji and Mai naked, scissoring men while in orgasmic throes. A pained groan escaped a man’s lips just as Mai’s body scissor broke his spine.

An amazed Ayane fingered herself at the sight of this sadistic depravity, as Momiji broke off the kiss she had going on with Mai to give a brief explanation: “This whole floor has trapped scientists, guards and technicians. We killed some, but far from all~”

Ayane smiled, before a problem she realized made her blush. “Kasumi is coming- we should kill everyone before she sees this.”

“N-no. I’m sure some guy will volunteer to die for her. This nerd in the corner asked to be my toilet. I’m never using an actual toilet again, not after what he did. He was slowly dying after I popped his neck just a bit…but cleaned my ass up so well…mmm.”, Mai shared her twisted experience, before returning to the make-out session with Momiji.

Ayane smirked, liking the idea of completely subjugating a man. She left that room to enter the next one, and found a guard and a technician- both had their hands and feet tied up.

As she began to hurriedly remove her black leather suit, Ayane saw the guard squirming in panic, trying to get away from her. “What’s the matter? Are you scared? You never expected to be the prisoner and suffer?”

The guard’s muffled words elicited a cold “Hmph.” from her, as she began untying his arms, only to flip the hapless man on his back, and break his left arm with a cross armbar- the snapping sound serving as a catalyst for a soft moan of pleasure. The man’s scream was loud, but the fabric covering his mouth made sure Ayane’s enjoyment was audible.

As the guard rolled around in pain, the kunoichi slowly got up, and grabbed both of his legs after stepping on his upper back, easily beating frantic resistance to lock in a high-angle Boston crab. Lowering herself to the soon-to-be dead guard’s crotch, she rubbed herself against it teasingly, causing consternation in the technician, who couldn’t help himself but get erect from seeing her naked body.

At the same time, she caused agonizing pain and mechanical stress on her victim’s spine, the awareness thereof making her moan in ever-increasing pitch. As she felt a powerful orgasm coming, the Mugen Tenshin clan member stepped backwards- right on her victim’s neck. Her frame was light, but powerful.

Thus, once she committed to a mighty pull on the legs of the guard and pressed her feet into his neck, everything broke in a messy cascade of pops and cracks, followed by a blissful scream and a fountain of vaginal fluid that splashed the technician.

“Ohhh, what a kill~ I can’t stop…cumming…”

Ayane almost fell from the intense spasm of her muscles that came on as a result of her orgasm, but managed to support her body by pushing her hands into a wall. The mortified technician soon watched as the deadly beauty came to him.

“You can lick, kiss or suck any part of my body for your pleasure. But when I later break you, don’t fight it. You’ll be a toy that will make me cum again.”, Ayane’s slightly dispassionate voice did little to calm the man down, or to reduce the erection in his trousers.

“Would breasts be…okay?”, he asked while shakily pointing with his finger, and was swiftly presented with Ayane descending onto him in a way that let him orally stimulate that area. With her not wasting any time in allowing him the request, neither did he waste time in pleasuring her.

Knowing his death was coming soon, he reverted to a primal state of mind, as he sucked on Ayane’s nipples while fondling her perky boobs. Her soft moans further stimulated the illusion of suckling on his mother’s breasts. Ayane enjoyed his surrender, and how gentle he tried to be with his mouth. She had no intention of being gentle with him, however.

Her legs bend at the knee while hooking around the peaceful man’s own legs, and begin to pull apart, causing the man great pain. His hips would be destroyed by the unnatural forced movement of his legs.

As he starts to cry, Ayane feels only increasing pleasure while her trained body is able to withstand the splits easily. “Mmm…yesss…cry for me… If you don’t bite, I’ll let you lick my pussy after your hips go…pop…”

Indeed, her improvised hold caused the technician to wail louder and louder, which made Ayane’s pussy tingle intensely. Once his bones and muscles couldn’t withstand the force imparted on them, a loud double crack coincided with agonizing screams and rolling on the floor. Ayane erupted into a glorious orgasm, remaining rigid in the position that broke her victim, while he was on the verge of passing out.

Perhaps being showered by Ayane’s juices kept him awake and aware of how much enjoyment she felt at that moment in time. The slowly panting lavender-haired kunoichi soon untangled her legs, and crawled over to his face misshapen from painful exhaustion.

Kissing him on the cheek quickly, she spoke condescendingly: „Good…you didn’t bite. Want to lick my pussy? I’ll cum in your face as I break your neck.”

A slow nod was all she needed to see, as she swiftly leaned back, her head resting on his aroused crotch as her legs locked his head in a tight vice, enabling him only to use his tongue, which he did, quickly eliciting pleasured gasps from the cold assassin, as well as tasting her juices in copious amounts.

It was getting harder and harder for him to swallow these, since Ayane tightened the headscissors more and more, enjoying herself, dreaming of mass murder of men bewitched by her alluring body, even though her blissful face and closed eyes made her seem like an angel.

Yet, perhaps stimulated by her petting him from time to time, he worked hard to pleasure, despite his face going blue. Ayane was barely holding off on twisting his neck right off at that moment, as his tongue had somehow reached a particular spot inside of her. “Oh, yesss…do it again…and I’ll give you one last job to do…”

By now devoid of any self-preservation instinct or desires connected to himself, the man plunges deep inside Ayane’s pussy, desperate to let her orgasm wildly, once again, even if it cost him his life. The results are instantaneous, as he finds the spot yet again.

“That’s it! YESSS! crr-pop” Ayane gleefully screamed as she mustered enough control over her body to twist her hips just lightly to the left during a wild orgasm. The realization that her victim flopped around, and went limp sent her into a premature panic, but when she checked his pulse and found it, alongside pained groans, her orgasm restarted, knowing she could carry out the final depravity.

She broke his neck just in the right place so he would be fully paralyzed, but alive. After a minute, she sat naked on his face, and groaned lightly, before explaining what that “last job” would be.

“I need to go to the toilet. After you clean me up, you can die.”

She thought she’d heard a sad whimper in response, but soon, a lick aimed at her tight crack put a smile on her face. She relaxed, aiming to experience what Mai had told her about.

Meanwhile, Kasumi had arrived about five minutes after Ayane, and found much of the same scenery of death, yet oddly devoid of true bloodshed, for the most part. She too, could recognize martial arts techniques as being the causes of many deaths. However, upon gaining awareness of the sexual nature of some of these kills, the light brown-haired kunoichi blushed, covering her mouth as she felt embarrassed, but also, slightly scared of Mai Shiranui, and Momiji.

Still, these men had weapons beside them, and had to be incapacitated, either stealthily, or in the middle of combat, as empty shell casings demonstrated in a few places. This place definitely housed technology used in the process of cloning human beings, which worried Kasumi- she had to fight a clone of herself at the other facility.

The sounds of pain and pleasure soon reached her ears, too. It took her little time to recognize what was going on: the kunoichi were hurting men. Alarmed at least at first, she ran towards the source of the noise, even thinking of confronting the perpetrators.

She snuck up on one door from where the noise was coming from, on a generally empty second floor of the facility. Upon suddenly opening it, she found an embarrassed Ayane, who had just twisted her latest victim’s neck, after relieving herself in his mouth. She had actually caught her simultaneously licking Momiji’s pussy- the shrine maiden and kunoichi had come to check on her lavender-haired colleague briefly.

“You…kill men for enjoyment. Why?”, the rather innocent Kasumi asked in a confused, even angry tone, her nose twitching at the still noticeable foul odor of a recent defecation despite an open window.

“They work for Donovan, and can’t be allowed to live. We’re just having fun. Mai showed me how good it feels to be in control~”, Momiji replied.

“We were taught only to kill when there is no other way! These men were captured and are harmless!”

“Oh, come on, Kasumi…you killed men that weren’t in combat too. We all use our bodies to make them let their guard down before a silent kill. If we let them go, they could rebuild the organization.”, an annoyed Ayane replied, frowning.

Momiji added on another reason which shocked the naïve Kasumi: “Besides…quite a few like it - they want us to make them suffer…in exchange for letting them touch and lick us.”

Before Kasumi could even gasp in shock, she received more astonishing info from her lavender – haired rival: “Mai told me how she emptied herself in a guy’s mouth. I had this guy here clean me up while paralyzed from the neck down, after I let him worship my boobs. His tongue felt wonderful. He gave me the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”

Kasumi gulped, looking at the bodies of two men that lay dead. One did die in great agony, but Ayane was telling the truth about the one she used as a toilet, because he had a tent in his trousers, and his tongue was slightly out of his mouth.

“M-Mai Shiranui gave you…this idea?”, Kasumi asked, and received emphatic nodding in reply. Mai was considered the best kunoichi in Japan, and the expression on Kasumi’s face indicated a shaking of her world view.

Seeing this, Momiji walked up to her, and spoke, after a brief kiss on the cheek: “Let me show you.”

Kasumi sighed, and went with Momiji, who led her to a room with some scientists and disarmed guards. Fearfully, they watched Momiji and Kasumi, and yet, many, despite their fear, grew erections while staring at the women.

“Anyone who wants to pleasure us and die, speak up. You’re going to die anyway, but better die today after feeling this or this…”, Momiji pointed to Kasumi’s large, covered breasts, making her gasp in embarrassment, before finishing her sentence off: “…than dying in 40 years, stuck in a prison.”

Already, some voices came in response, stunning the naïve woman. She got a quiet signal from her…ally to undress. Hesitantly, she undid a zipper on the back of her black suit, and then, as she gradually peeled it away, received a chorus of “whoahs” of amazement. With closed eyes, she took her white bra and panties off, triggering almost all of the 10 males present to indicate their agreement to die that day, in some form.

“See? They are a bunch of practice dolls, Kasumi. At least the guards are certainly guilty of something.”

Having been convinced enough, Kasumi walked slowly towards the nearest captive male, a guard who looked rather young, and judging from a casual look at his lower body, interested in what was on offer.

Suddenly, not changing her facial expression of a mild smile, the Mugen Tenshin clan fugitive leapt in the air, and landed on the male, quickly burying his face in her ample bosom as her arms cradled the back of his head. The muffled moans of her first victim were not overly panicked, but still, she tried to soothe him:

“Shhh…you will go to a nice sleep soon. Forever…”

As the guard began to lick and kiss her breasts, the female moaned, slowly swaying from right to left, while her legs locked around his back, sealing the erotic trap. Since she was rubbing herself against his crotch, she quickly achieved a state of relaxation in her victim, enjoying the stimulation of her breasts, while depriving the lucky male of oxygen.

As much as the righteous side of her protested, this felt good, and her pussy tingled intensely, particularly as the limbs of the guard began to go limp, his hands falling off by his sides. Seeing Momiji kill another male with a standing headscissors neck snap as a reward for making her squirt, Kasumi crossed an important border in her mind by gripping his spinal column with the delicate fingers of both hands that had snaked their way downwards from his neck.

One hand pulled on the left, the one below it to the right, and grisly pops made Kasumi groan, smiling as the dying body flickered to chaotic life, before everything went still in the arms and legs of her victim, following an elegant destruction of the guard’s spine. Her squeeze on his torso intensified, as a small orgasm began.

Riding the wave of pleasure, she ensured her muscles permitted no air to enter her victim’s lungs. After thirty seconds, Kasumi uncoiled, rising victorious following a brief pulse check. The kunoichi was maturing, having killed an entirely willing victim, and felt sexual pleasure from the act.

Chuckling with one hand covering her mouth as a scientist desperately rubbed his aching groin against the ground, unable to masturbate with the aid of his bound hands, she met his embarrassed gaze, and asked him directly, referring to Momiji’s latest victim:

“If you enjoyed that, would you like to die like him, between my legs?”

The scientist got up to his knees, and asked in astonishment: “Can I really…lick you?”

The response was simple. Smiling, Kasumi pushed his face into her pussy, while crossing her legs behind his neck. Gentle petting was the signal for his final journey to start.

Grateful, the scientist kissed the wet orifice, before going to lick deep inside. It was clear from his stereotypical appearance that he had little luck with women, and he was overeager to please his chosen killer. But Kasumi didn’t mind- in fact, his chaotic tongue movements brought electrifying surprises every few seconds, and she found herself pushing his head in, deeper.

“Ohhh~ So good… If you keep this up, I will…have to lie on my back…and break your arm as I squeeze your neck…”, Kasumi told him, her threat sounding more like a lewd suggestion.

Since the man only licked her with more vigor after comprehending her words, Kasumi groaned in delight, falling back as she adjusted her legs to trap his right arm and his head at the same time.

All her years of training, all the rigors put on Kasumi’s body and mind…had made her strong and alluring. Now, the young kunoichi realized her true power, and that it was time to have fun. After all, Momiji was right: some men wanted to die in erotic settings.

As the tonguing of her pussy caused the kunoichi to spasm, she caused the man more and more pain by pulling on his arm. Her moans join those of Momiji, who somehow combined an ankle lock with a reverse headscissor.

Both victims were groaning and crying in agony, their voices cancelled out by the horny moans of Kasumi and Momiji. It was the former who orgasmed first, her body spasming to the point of overdoing the headscissors. The man’s right arm snapped, and then, his neck. Kasumi was amazed by how the dying man trembled, his eyes open for a couple of seconds before expired, his mouth soaked with her juices.

Momiji collapsed on top of her victim after snapping his ankle and neck by twisting in two opposite directions. Her orgasm was not as intense as Kasumi’s, but to Ayane and Mai, who had entered just as the two ladies came, it left an impact, as the witnesses giggled, surveying the remaining available victims.

What followed was a passionate lesbian massacre of men. One man died in agony, as Momiji broke his back with a boston crab combined with a double heel hold, while he ate out Ayane, who in the end broke his neck. Momiji’s legs had been wide open, allowing Kasumi, who was on her belly, to worship her pussy. Meanwhile, her own victim was being broken by her thighs, vertebra by vertebra. A slow, torturous death happened to him, even though he was able to taste her flowing juices.

Mai Shiranui suckled on Kasumi’s right nipple, while breaking a scientist. First, his spine surrendered to her bodyscissors, and then she finished him off with a powerful headscissors neck snap, coinciding with a lustful look between Momiji and Ayane. Their victim was afforded two seconds of screaming into Ayane’s gushing pussy before she killed him.

In the end, there was one older scientist left. Mai summoned the other three, and suggested something. The reactions were those of astonishment and great eagerness. The man in his 50-s watched as females lined up around his body, lying to form a square. A very perverse square.

Behind the man who was seated, Mai Shiranui laid, eating out Momiji, while receiving cunnilingus from Ayane. Kasumi worshipped her rival’s pussy, while Momiji sealed the erotic square with her head between Kasumi’s legs.

Once the frantic lesbian activity started, the man’s weakened heart began to fail. So much lesbian passion threatened to kill him. And as the erotic energy of the four killers spiked, they came, all around him. He had one hand free to masturbate, and he did. The female screams of bliss drowned out his groan, as he clutched his heart, and fell down, dead.

The four sides of this square had a deeper meaning. In Japan, and East Asia generally speaking, the number four was associated with death, due to the similarity in the pronunciation of words.
Very aware of this fact, Mai hoped that this group could not only bring death to many men in erotic ways, but also amplify the powerful energy of death to encourage other fighters to form teams of four. The vision of a collapsing civilization in ruins patrolled by naked killer women brought her, and then the other three to a shockingly powerful orgasm.

A new, dark force had been born on that day.