Yatsu Murasaki, Anti-Demon Ninja, strained at the metallic chains encircling her. She was chained, seated, to a metal pole that stretched from floor to ceiling, in a cramped concrete room, lit by a single unshielded light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Just behind her she could feel her fellow ninja, Igawa Sakura, still unconscious.
Things had gone wrong on this mission. Very wrong. The two had infiltrated this lab, the supposed lair of a dangerous scientist by the name of Farzell. Farzell had chosen his lair well, in the sewers and storm drains underneath Tokyo, but his operation had relied on too many unwilling test subjects. The trail of disappearances that came to the ninja's attention had led the ninja to his location, and finally Sakura and Murasaki had been assigned to go in and bring him down.
Murasaki had expected plenty of traps, but she hadn't expected Farzell to be as ruthless as he had been. She and Sakura had been fighting some of his guards, humans and monsters, when he had sealed the room completely. The vents then began to disgorge a yellow gas, one that Murasaki knew was a dangerous sedative. A hair too much and the heart and lungs were too weak to keep a man alive. The gas filled the room, and the guards collapsed, choking, as Murasaki and Sakura trusted their enhanced bodies to withstand the attack enough for Farzell to assume the same dose would render them unconscious as well.
But he hadn't. Farzell, knowing it doomed his men to quiet, sure, deaths, waited until the ninja were knocked out before re-circulating air.
Now Murasaki closed her eyes and steadied her breath. She nudged at Sakura with her elbow. “Wake up, Sakura,” she said quietly, “this isn't the time to be resting.”
Sakura mewled, her head rolling weakly from side to side. “Mmmm, lemme sleep a little more…”
“Not the time, Sakura!” Murasaki snapped.
Sakura blinked at the loud noise. With blurry eyes she looked around the room she was in, and began to remember what had happened before she blacked out. “Uhhh, Murasaki…” she began.
“Yep, just as bad as you think it is,” she replied.
“Oh crap,” Sakura let out flatly.
“Not like we haven't been in worse,” Murasaki offered.
Sakura pondered it for a moment. “Yeah, I guess you're right. Still feels bad getting caught by such a lightweight like this guy. I mean, he didn't even have hellhounds guarding the vents! I expect that kind of stuff from orc bosses.”
The door, to the left of Sakura and right of Murasaki, slammed open. Walking through it was a brick wall of a man, with sallow yellow skin, a bald head, a large gray beard, and thick glasses. “How dare you compare me to brutes like that!” his voice was strong baritone, resonant and operatic. He marched into the room, waving his finger, as a female assistant pushed a cart into the room behind him. “If you didn't see the hellhounds, it's because I put them at access points near my central generator. Can't let you ninja just waltz in and turn the power off, you know!”
Sakura and Murasaki nodded. “Reasonable,” Murasaki said.
“I did suggest that to Asagi before we came in, so I guess that's not a bad plan on your part,” Sakura added.
“Hah! I knew it!” Farzell wheeled on his assistant, a thick, hairy-jointed finger raised in front of her nose. “I told you that was the optimal placement! It's no problem if a ninja can get inside the facility if she can't actually do anything that damaging inside!”
The assistant, a woman whose face resembled nothing less than a stone mask, merely stared quietly at her employer over her glasses. Farzell coughed, dropped his finger, and cleared his throat. “Yes. Right. Not devaluing your work here, Ms. Lati.”
The mad scientist turned to the captive ninja. “But you! Now, now that you're in my hands, I can truly test some of my most diabolical alchemical creations.” He walked behind the cart, covered in an arrangement of multicolored liquids in sterile vials and medical injectors. “Let's see. For today, we have…” he brought a vial up to his face, reading the label and its long chemical name, “truth serum… hallucinogen…” after reading each one, he threw it over his shoulder, Ms. Lati catching it and putting it back on the cart. “Aha! Here it is! The aphrodisiac!”
“Aphrodisiac?” Murasaki's voice was somewhat incredulous. “You know we get dosed by that kind of stuff all the time, right?”
Farzell opened his mouth to respond, then stopped himself. “I hadn't known that actually. But! This should still be different from those street-market slops! This is the real deal, and not only gradually increases in strength over time, this also includes a time-released poison, you see. Without sexual exertion to, as it were, 'bleed' the poison out, the victim will die in half a day!”
“That sounds awful!” Sakura shouted.
“We were right to come down her and stop you,” Murasaki glowered at Farzell.
“Well, you didn't succeed! Haha!” he laughed. He put the vial, filled with bubbling blue liquid, into one of the injectors. Coming close to Murasaki, Farzell smiled. “It won't hurt at all, just a little pinprick…”
He was interrupted by the sound of metal crashing against metal. Whirling around, his mouth gaped at the sight. Just inside the door, a woman clad in a bodysuit of purple material strained at her sword, trying to force it further. Ms. Lati held the blade between her flat palms, her face still stolid as her arms trembled at the meeting of strengths.
“Asagi!” Murasaki and Sakura yelled out.
Asagi felt her heart lighten as she saw her sister and her friend. She'd come as quick as she could once the life monitors for Murasaki and Sakura had gone weird. She would never have forgiven herself if she'd let something happen to them.
“Look out!” Murasaki cried.
Asagi ducked under Farzell's fist, withdrawing her sword from Lati's fading grip, and kicked the scientist in the back. Farzell threw the injector into the air, and Lati grabbed it, before diving out of the way.
Farzell turned around and charged at Asagi. The ninja pirouetted from his rush at the last instant, and the shock of his fists embedding themselves into the concrete wall sent shockwaves through Sakura and Murasaki.
As Farzell tried to get his hands out of the wall, Asagi took the sheath of her sword, and brought it up between Farzell's legs as hard as she could.
Farzell made no noise at the strike. But only closed his eyes, and let out a long breath from his nostrils, before all strength left his body.
Asagi let out a sigh and made to free Sakura and Murasaki, when she felt a jab against her neck. Fast as lightning she dropped to one knee, grabbed Lati behind her, and swung her over her shoulder to slam her into the ground. Seeing that it hadn't knocked her out in one blow, Asagi added a good punch to the woman's jaw, making sure she was out.
Asagi cut the pipe across, and her smile disappeared as she saw the worried faces on Murasaki and Sakura's faces. “What's wrong?” she asked.
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Asagi knew exactly what was wrong. She tossed and turned on her bed, her body slick with sweat. She was burning up from the inside out, a fire in her deepest parts that raged uncontrollably. It had crept up on her so suddenly! One minute she was supervising the detainment of Farzell's guards and equipment by the authorities, and the next she had grabbed a random police officer and nearly had sex with him before Sakura and Murasaki had dragged her off.
How cruel they had been! They didn't know what Asagi was feeling! She needed something, anything! Her fingers rubbed uselessly at her clit, unfeeling and unresponsive. Asagi had torn her clothes off, and she lay in a frenzied pile on top of her sheets. She let out a sob, her body hurt so much.
Outside her door, Murasaki and Sakura looked gravely at each other. “We need to do something,” Sakura said.
“I know! We both heard Farzell.”
“Then we need to do something now! If we don't hurry…” Sakura let the implication hang in the air. The thought of her sister dying was too much for her, she couldn't allow it to happen.
Murasaki rubbed at her temples. “I know. I know. We locked the window shutters, right?”
Sakura racked her brain for a second. She could remember bringing the bars down over most of the windows, but…
The sound of breaking glass made them burst through the door and rush in. Asagi was half through the window before they grabbed her legs and yanked her back in. Asagi screamed in frustration. “Cock! I need cock! I need a big strong orc to fuck me silly! No!” Her eyes slammed open and she smiled stupidly. “I need an ogre!”
It took a lot of effort for the two, but they finally got Asagi roped to the bed. She screamed and wailed, in between crying bouts, her body flexing and torquing wildly.
Sakura put her hands on Murasaki's shoulders. “I'm not letting my sister get raped by an ogre to save her from this,” her voice was final.
Murasaki nodded. “I know, but who can we go to…”
Sakura gave a smile like a kitten. “Murasaki, why do we need to go to someone to help us here? Didn't Farzell just say it was sexual activity?”
The implications took a second to seep into Murasaki's brain, before the blue-haired ninja blushed. “You mean… Asagi… us… that?”
Sakura nodded. “Yep! If someone's gonna save my sis, it'll be me!” She began to peel away her suit, her large breasts flopping out into the cool breeze provided by the broken window, her nipples already stiffening with the chill. Nude, Sakura wandered to the bed, looking over her shoulder. “You joining or what?”
Murasaki was torn. Her beloved senpai, in her arms? It was almost too much to hope for. “Y-yes!” She stammered, quickly losing her white dress and getting to the other side of Asagi.
Asagi saw the two women above her, and barely recognized them. “Help me…! Fuck me!” she panted, desperate for any kind of relief from the fire inside her. It felt like it was going to burn her entire body up into cinders.
Sakura closed her eyes, and slowly leaned down towards Asagi's face. Murasaki couldn't bear it though. She dove in, nearly hitting her teeth against Asagi's as she kissed her senpai roughly and unskillfully. Sakura opened her eyes, saw the blue hair in front of her, and pouted. “Hey!”
Murasaki didn't care. The taste of Asagi's lips was wonderful, full and smooth without being sweet. Asagi kissed back, her tongue thrusting into Murasaki's mouth, playing with the younger ninja's, mixing their tastes together. Murasaki moaned into the kiss, her stiffness slowly evaporating.
Sakura laid herself down next to her sister, and began playing with her sister's breasts with one hand. She felt them, only a little larger than hers, but hers were perkier. Her fingers sank into them like they were soft mochi, and she pinched at the stiff nipples, making Asagi buck her hips up and down. Her arms strained at the ropes, but Sakura didn't want to untie her yet.
Murasaki broke the kiss, a strand of saliva still connecting her lips with Asagi's, and saw the glimpse of recognition in Asagi's eyes. “I always wanted to tell you how beautiful you are, Asagi,” Murasaki said, her hand reaching down Asagi's stomach. Her nails scraped at Asagi's toned abs, over her smooth, shaved mound, before her fingers pressed around Asagi's pussy, squeezing at the whole organ. Asagi's back arced up as she let out a tremendous, bed-shaking orgasmic moan.
It didn't make Murasaki let up. She squeezed her fingers, pressing up into Asagi's crotch, rubbing Asagi's drooling pussy lips together indirectly. Sakura took this moment to kiss her sister, fiercely pressing their lips together, wrestling with Asagi's tongue like it was a battle.
Murasaki kept her pressure on Asagi's pussy, and took Asagi's nipple in her mouth. The nub pressed against the roof of her mouth, and Murasaki gently bit into Asagi's breast, playing her tongue over the nipple at the same time. Asagi's orgasms came fast and furious, striking her body like tidal waves in quick succession. It made Murasaki and Sakura's pussies wet in sympathy. Sakura's fingers went back towards her own pussy, her bare skin flush with her arousal, to play at her inner lips, fat and wavy in shape. Murasaki's, by contrast, was much more orderly. The outer labia kept close to hide her pussy's entrance, and her clitoris was nearly entirely hidden by the hood, even when fully aroused, as it was then.
Murasaki squeezed at the breast she was sucking on, and began playing with the areola, as if she were lightly peeling the skin from an apple by scraping it against her front teeth. Then she took Asagi's nipple between her teeth and lightly bit on it. The taste of Asagi's slightly salty sweat covered her tongue.
“Aaaahhhhh!” Asagi screamed in ecstasy, as Sakura caught her breath from the kiss.
Sakura kissed at Asagi's neck, whispering into her sister's ear, as her hand met with Sakura's at her pussy. Murasaki kissed Asagi again, Sakura's fingers running into her own, the younger sister beginning to play at Asagi's clitoris. The engorged button, larger than Murasaki or Sakura's, glistened with juice and sweat. Sakura's finger pressed against it firmly, and Asagi's entire body began to shudder.
Asagi couldn't breathe. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for water. But rather than fear, her face was one of satisfaction. This was what she needed, and she was so indescribably happy that she was getting it. Her eyes were open, but she could barely see through the blur of her own tears of joy and the stars she was seeing.
Sakura kept her finger pressed against Asagi's clit, and began rubbing it back and forth. She played with different rhythms – now she would run it in lazy circles, then stop, and rapidly flick it back and forth, and then she would press it hard, as if pushing it back under the hood, several times, then something new. The combined effect was to make Asagi's hips twist and buck, and both Murasaki and Sakura's hands got wet with their fair share of Asagi's arousal.
Murasaki felt it was time. Opening Asagi's inner lips with her fingers, she gingerly pushed her middle finger against the wet, warm opening into Asagi's body. The opening stretched open, the muscles begging something, anything, to come in and violate it. Murasaki obliged, sending her finger in to the first knuckle. She felt the walls and muscles of Asagi's pussy squeeze and contract and her entire finger, milking it for sensation. She started moving her finger, sending it in circles to trace the shape of the tunnel, back and forth to press the pad of the finger against Asagi's g-spot, and more.
Asagi gasped. “Don't stop! Please! Don't stop!” she begged. Sakura nuzzled at her sister's neck and kissed her gently, reassuring her they'd keep going as long as they needed to. The reactions Asagi was making seemed good, but she could only hope that this was included in what Farzell had in mind when he thought of sexual exertions.
Sakura bit at Asagi's earlobe, playing her tongue against her sister's ear. She let off the pressure on Asagi's clit, making her sister deflate and fall back onto the bed even as Murasaki kept plumbing her tunnel with her finger. Sakura had a little surprise in store for Asagi. Sitting up, she swung her knee over Asagi, to land on the bed next to Murasaki. Sakura pressed her pussy against her sister's mouth, and bent down to leave her face just inches from Asagi's pussy.
Murasaki slapped at Sakura's ass. “Greedy!” she laughed, before sending a second finger into Asagi's tight tunnel. Sakura giggled, as she felt Asagi's tongue already reaching out to play at her clit, making her gasp as electric shocks went through her muscles. She lowered her hips just a bit more, and let out a yelp as her sister buried her nose in her pussy and lapped her tongue madly against her clit. To repay the favor, Sakura took Asagi's clit in her own mouth, and licked at it like it was a lollipop.
Murasaki didn't want to be left out. Making a decision, she undid the ropes on Asagi's legs. To her relief, her senpai didn't throw off Sakura and dash off into the night. Grabbing her legs, Murasaki pushed them up, and sat right in front of Sakura. As Sakura lapped and licked at the clit, Murasaki dove her tongue into Asagi's tunnel. The strong flavor of Asagi's juices were intense and exciting for Murasaki, who began to finger herself even as she ate Asagi out.
The three Taimanin played with each other's pussies, their moans, slurps, and smacking lips filling the room with a wet cacophony. Sakura was the first to cum, her orgasm coming in staggered steps, each wave giving her hope that it was the last, before the next went through her and made her heart skip a beat. She let go of Asagi's clit, and yelped and let out noises that meant nothing. She accidentally knocked her forehead against Murasaki's, inadvertently getting her attention.
Murasaki smiled at Sakura, and took her friend's cheeks in her hands. Sakura couldn't speak, her breath coming in short pants and gasps. Murasaki kissed her then, and through her lips she could feel the long, powerful surge of ecstasy as it ran through Sakura's body. Sakura's eyes went half-lidded, the taste of her sister on Murasaki's lips still stronger than she had expected. She glowed in bliss for the aftershocks of the best orgasm she'd ever had, and wondered why it had taken so long for something like this to happen between the three of them.
Murasaki was thinking much the same, and after breaking the kiss on Sakura's lips, she had to nip at the young woman's nose to get her attention. Sakura came back to earth, and blinked a few times.
“Let's untie her,” Murasaki said.
Sakura gladly agreed. When she shifted from above her sister, she saw how she'd let loose a spray of her juices on Asagi's face, making her skin shiny in the moonlight. Asagi licked her lips, savoring it. The terrible, primal, unthinking violence in her body's movements had subsided, her breathing more even, her eyes more aware.
“Thank you, please keep going,” she said with a smile as the other two untied her. The moment they did, Asagi grabbed Murasaki's arm and pulled her close, kissing her. She mashed her lips against Murasaki's acquiescent body, her other hand sliding fingers into Sakura's pussy. Curving her fingers, her knuckles jammed into the bottom of her tunnel, Asagi dragged Sakura closer to her by her pussy.
“Eeek!” Sakura let out as her sister turned on Murasaki and her, but it was only out of surprise, not fear. She liked this. In the pile with Murasaki and Asagi, Sakura slapped at Murasaki's ass, the tight muscle bouncing at the impact. Murasaki let out a gentle “ahn!”
Asagi and Sakura shared glances. Getting on either side of Murasaki, they both slid two fingers into the blue-haired ninja's pussy. Murasaki tensed at the sudden intrusion, her breasts shaking with her every movement. “H-hey! Isn't this a b-bit muc-eeek!”
Asagi cut her off by taking her revenge on Murasaki's nipples, their soft pink color too like candy to avoid popping it into her mouth. Both sisters began moving their hands back and forth, pumping their fingers in and out of Murasaki's pussy in irregular tempos, sometimes both working at the same time, at others going opposite directions.
Murasaki's hands didn't know where to go. One played at Asagi's neck, alternately gripping it to try and make her stop biting so hard on her breasts, or squeezing it to make her bite harder. The other grabbed Sakura's hair, and brought her into another deep, sloppy kiss. Their two tongues played and entwined with each other, years of wondering and fantasy coming out in an explosion of love and lust in equal measure. The sisters continued to play with Murasaki's tunnel, stretching her tight hole and making her squirm at the wonderful discomfort she felt.
Sakura was the first to pull her fingers from Murasaki. Slipping her legs between Murasaki's, she pressed their heated pussies against each other. Both women gasped at the feeling, hard bodies pressing wonderfully against soft sexes. Sakura began wriggling her pussy in a circle, making Sakura grit her teeth even as she smiled. Not forgetting why they were there in the first place, Sakura and Murasaki grabbed Asagi and made her kiss Murasaki as Sakura fingered her. The trio came quickly, sending more and more of their juices to leak onto the sheets, the smell of their sex filling the room.
For hours, the trio played with each other on the bed, changing positions, ganging up on one, then another, and back again in combination after combination. They fell into a trance, thinking of nothing than how much they loved the others, and how happy they felt at that moment.
The sun was already up when the Taimanin finally stopped. Murasaki took a moment to check a clock, and saw that it had been over 12 hours since the aphrodisiac poison had been administered to Asagi. And thankfully, the older ninja was resting, alive and peaceful, in her sister's arms.
Murasaki and Sakura both let out a sigh of relief. As she wriggled back into bed, sandwiching Asagi between herself and Sakura, Murasaki kissed both, before closing her eyes in bliss.
It was going to be a lot of fun doing this again and again!