Yuki
by Eric The Red
Blurb for link:
Deadly female warrior dominates all males, and breaks them to her will.

(Please contact me at cbrneher00@gmail.com if you like this story or if you
are interested in more!)

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Her kimono spilled across the floor, the elegance and style of the pattern
glowing in the light from the lanterns, the flowers and scenery shining
across the silk. Yuki traced her figure, her fingers smoothly caressing and
gliding down her body.

She was becoming excited as she touched herself, the feel of her curves,
the firm, smooth muscles under her soft skin rippling and bulging made her
breath heavily, warmth coming to her cheeks and between her thick, powerful
thighs.

Her body was muscular, but very feminine, and hard as stone, built by years
of training, exercise, and martial arts. She was not only incredibly
powerful, but her body was also a lethal, deadly weapon. She had the grace
of a panther, and the strength and skill of the panther's deadly hunt.

Her pale skin glowed as she played with herself, her arousal growing as she
worshipped her own perfect form. Her jet black hair flowed like water
behind her, accentuating her elegance, her exotic features. She had high
cheek bones, full, pouty lips, and dark, deep blue eyes.

Yuki stirred, her sinewy legs rubbing against each other, the eagerness of
her hunger growing to a frustration. She reached over, grabbing a small
brass bell in her two fingers and thumb, holding it steadily, poised to
ring at her gesture.

She had no reason to become frustrated, she had men, boys, women, emperors
that served her, desperate to make her happy, terrified that what truly
pleased her was the ownership, domination, and control of these lesser
humans. She knew that her slave sat just behind the door, eagerly awaiting
her call, shaking in his desire and fear for her.

Yuki made the faintest gesture, the bell ringing barely at all, the tiniest
sound that it could possibly make. For an instant, she thought it might
have been too quiet, and she became more excited, knowing that she would
punish him severely for not listening well enough, and presenting himself
when she rang.

The slave door quietly slid open, not more than 5 seconds after the bell
had rung, and Yuki smiled to herself. He was a good slave, and had been
eagerly listening for his goddess, most likely trying to calm himself
before entering, controlling his pulse and breathing.

Midu, her young boy-slave, crawled on his knees into the room, head down,
his eyes only looking at the floor. He paused to close the door, then
slowly padded over to Yuki. A sudden mistake when Midu placed his hand on
his own sleeve made him stumble, nearly falling down. He recovered, but his
ears grew bright red. He knew he made a huge mistake, and that his master
would have noticed.

Yuki had a flash of anger at his stupidity, and imagined in that one
instant thousands of ways she would punish him for his mistake.

Midu bowed before her, his forehead on the dojo floor, hands flat on the
ground, butt in the air, and waited for Yuki to command him. He shook, a
slight tremble in his body, the fear of her reaction making him shiver. She
waited, playing with her body, watching this weak, pathetic boy cower in
fear from her.

"What horrible tortures go through his mind?" Yuki wondered, knowing that
he could never imagine the humiliation, pain, or torture that Yuki could,
and would apply to him. In seconds she could break his entire body with her
skill and power, or slowly, powerfully control every inch of him, bending
his will and his mind to serve her, even at the price of his own suffering.

She rose up, sitting forward, her kimono sliding down on her breasts,
revealing thick, massive cleavage and femininity. Her breasts were perky,
jutting out from the soft fabric, and she watched Midu shiver more, knowing
she was about to speak.

In a sultry, commanding, and soft voice, Yuki addressed her slave, "Worship
this body that you do not deserve, worm." He crawled to her, head still
down as she draped her leg in an elegant motion toward him, offering him
her foot and calf, the kimono flowing down over her smooth, silky muscle.

Midu slowly inched to her outstretched leg as Yuki watched with a smirk,
the slave cautious, timid, and nervous. She offered more of her leg,
pulling her kimono upwards, slowly, sensually revealing more of her
defined, bulging thighs. The little man began lightly kissing her foot and
calf, little kisses over her soft skin giving her goosebumps.

He began to grow more confident and eager, kissing, licking and sucking her
bulging, diamond shaped and solid calf. She flexed and tensed, the muscle
rippling and bulging on his mouth, his small hands grabbing and massaging
her massive leg.

Her foot and leg alone had this boy captivated and completely submissive,
and she barely had to move for him to fear and respect her. Yuki laid down
on the mat, sliding her kimono up onto her defined abs, revealing her
shaved, soaking wet vagina between her muscular thighs. Her obliques were
cut and sinewy, gliding down into her wide, curvaceous hips, her thick,
meaty ass showing beneath her.

Yuki arched her wide back, her feminine form stretching like a tigress
before him, and she heard her boy-slaves breathing increase, his breath hot
and fast on her inner thighs. He knew what to do, he had been trained,
beaten into serving her perfectly, but he was taking too long, caught up in
her massive thigh.

She reached up, cupping the back of his head in her powerful grip, her
forearm and biceps bulging in the motion, and slammed his face directly
into her soaking, hot pussy. Her long, sharp nails caressed his hair and
the back of his head as he began to service her, his tongue deep inside of
her, his lips sucking on her clit.

"Mmmmm," Yuki moaned, a reward she gave little few that served her, but
Midu's tongue was special, and she had denied herself longer than normal,
preparing for her fight the next day. Midu increased his motions, licking
and sucking on her Feminine glory, passionately driving his face into her
sweet arousal.

Yuki neared orgasm, allowing this slave to take her to climax, giving him
the chance to serve her glorious, powerful body that he could never, ever
truly deserve. She brought her thighs together, pressing them against his
head and neck, her arousal growing as he licked her.

Her thighs slowly flexed as her legs stretched out, the muscle bulging and
collapsing onto the little man, his neck and head disappearing in her
feminine, powerful curves. She started to flex, her orgasm peaking as she
arched her back further, her firm breasts spilling put of her kimono as she
grabbed her nipple, pulling and pinching it in her excitement.

Her legs shook violently as she came, drenching Midu in her arousal,
crushing his head and throat as he gasped and choked, still desperately
trying to service her. A quiet, tiny whimper came from his strangled
throat, breaking the silence, and both Midu and Yuki froze.

The betrayal of her silence was a severe consequence, and as Yuki dropped
her meaty, heavy legs down on the mat besides Midu's tiny body, he dropped
his head on the floor in submission, shaking with fear.

He dared to speak again, begging and pleading for mercy and apologies for
his mistake. This infuriated Yuki, and she moved lightning fast, sitting
up, then standing, grabbing his throat in her powerful right hand and
yanking him into the air. She pressed him overhead and, in a flash, had
crossed the room and slammed his much weaker body against the wall.

He strangled above her, flopping and clawing at her powerful grip, tears
streaming down his face. Yuki stretched her left leg up towards him, her
right foot planted on the ground in a high kick, slamming her foot under
his chin and throat. She released her grip and held him there, her legs
split wide, soaking pussy still drenched under her kimono, as she strangled
him above her with just her foot.

Yuki shivered, her arousal peaked after her orgasm and the pathetic boy she
was currently strangling making her wet and hot. She watched him turning
purple, a serious expression on her face, angry at his clumsy stupidity,
but inwardly laughing and enjoying his suffering.

She held him in the air as he choked, gripping her massive calf, his arms
useless against her power and skill. Yuki reached down to his crotch, his
small erection still throbbing as she encircled it, grabbing his dick and
balls in one hand and slowly started to squeeze. Her forearm bulged with
power, the veins protruding and pulsing with her exertion as his genitals
were slowly crushed.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, coursing down onto her foot and calf, the
suffering he was enduring causing the tears to run down her thick, massive
leg holding him in the air aroused her even more. She increased the
pressure of her grip as his eyes bulged and his face contorted in agony,
already purple from her foot choking him in the air.

"You dare disobey me, and believe you can speak? You think I will allow you
to whimper and cry when you only exist to pleasure me? I had only applied
10 percent of my power and you cry out. You must want to be sent to the
gardens, slave," Yuki said, crushing his balls and pulsing her grip, his
body shaking and quivering under her torture.

His eyes widened in terror, a look of absolute fear on his face as he shook
his head, denying what she said. Being sent to the garden meant complete
removal from her service. She crushed and maimed the men, their balls
smashed and sometimes worse, never to be near her again. It was for the men
that did not respect her feminine power, who had tried to challenge her, or
foolishly trying to have sex with her.

All who gazed upon Yuki served her. She took them as she pleased, knowing
that every person she had ever met secretly desired her and her perfect,
massive body, but only rewarding few, and that only because she enjoyed
torturing, humiliating and beating them. Just before she would rape them
and force them to obey her, even sexually.

Yuki squeezed hard, his balls smashed unbelievably in her insane grip,
turning purple and sending waves of agony through his entire body. "Show me
you can be silent, and I will allow you to serve me again," Yuki said,
dropping her foot from his throat, holding him now in the air by his
genitals alone.

Midu choked and sputtered, gasping fresh air as he held on to her powerful
forearm, his cock and balls in immense pain, hovering in the air above his
master. He bit his tongue, crushing his jaw shut so he wouldn't speak,
knowing this pain was nothing compared to what she could, and would do to
him.

She watched from below, her massive breasts heaving through the kimono, her
breath ragged in arousal as she smiled, squeezing harder and harder onto
his manhood, hoping he would make noise so she could destroy his genitals,
but also glad that he obeyed. Midu was one of her favorites, and she didn't
want to waste him.

After an eternity, she relaxed her grip, still holding him in the air, her
hand now pulsing and massaging his manhood, her massive, powerful hand
wrapping all the way around his crotch, her long fingers and nails digging
into his asshole. "Bloom for me now, Midu, obey me, and you will be allowed
to serve me again, to be tortured. You want that, don't you? You want me to
break your body, and to be my slave," Yuki whispered to her little boy, his
cock growing and throbbing in her hand.

He nodded his head quickly, desperately hoping for forgiveness. He was hard
as a rock, the pain a distant memory, and his eyes rolled back into his
head in ecstasy, unable to move at all, held in her raping, powerful grip.

Suddenly pain shot through his body again as Yuki crushed his balls and
erect dick, powerfully squeezing him. He clawed at her hand, the agony
unbearable as Yuki watched him, a wicked smile on her beautiful face.
"Scream for me, slave," Yuki commanded, and Midu let out a desperate,
horrible squeal that rose into a blood curdling scream, his balls smashed
in her grip, tears running down his face again.

Yuki released her grip, and dropped him to the ground, stalking back to her
sleeping mat, and laying down. She snapped her fingers, pointing between
her thighs, and Midu slowly crawled back to her, head down, tears dripping
on the floor, his body ravaged. He placed his head deep into her crotch,
her legs spread wide, just resting it there, knowing that she would command
him to service her if she pleased.

Instead, the powerful, deadly woman closed her legs and rolled to her side,
his head and neck deep inside her muscular prison. She pulled her kimono
tight around her, and closed her eyes, pleased, sated, and ready for a good
night's sleep. Midu lay completely still, terrified to wake her, knowing he
couldn't fall asleep for risk of waking his goddess, knowing he was in for
a long night.

He heard her breathing rhythm change, a deep, slow rhythm as her massive
breasts rose and fell under the kimono. Midu was barely able to breathe
under the weight, hardness, and size of her legs. He settled in, and lay
perfectly still as Yuki drifted off to sleep, her slave trapped between her
thighs.


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Yuki awoke with her toy beneath her thighs as she stretched, arching her
back and tensing her entire body, flexing to the point that she knew he
thought he would die, but just on the edge of it. She knew her power and
body and the limits of her slaves, and as she relaxed, she opened her
thighs, stroking his hair softly.

Midu stared up at her, a smile on his face, pure love and adoration in his
eyes for his master, his exhausted, reddened face holding still and
obedient under her. Yuki smiled, pushing him off of her playfully, and
jumping to her feet with lightning speed.

"Go and rest, and clean yourself. I will need you strong so you can handle
me tonight, I will be very, very hungry," she said, an intense expression
on her face. Midu nodded, his head bowed to the floor. "Bring one of the
women, as well. One of your favorites. Tell them that I have invited them,"
Yuki said, walking to her shower area, to freshen and prepare for the
trial.

She heard Midu scramble away, happy to have survived the night, and more
importantly that he was invited to worship her again, and another of the
glorious females. His slavery was becoming a perfect reality...

Yuki stripped down from her kimono, her powerful, curvaceous body
glistening and shining as she stepped into the steaming water. She felt
relaxed and comfortable, even knowing she would have to fight a great
warrior today, a thrill of excitement and hunger going through her.

Yuki had been requested by the emporer to resolve a conflict with a
bordering country. The greatest warriors from both lands were to meet, and
to fight. The victor decided the fate of the other challenger, the rules
were simple : Fight until beaten unconscious, forced to surrender, unable
to fight through broken bones or exhaustion, or to the death.

Yuki had fought many times before this, and had never killed one in the
challenge, only in combat as a soldier, before the emperor had seen her
beauty, her youthful elegance, and powerful, deadly skill. She was a
powerful leader, and had led women to being respected and revered in the
country, and in her small village. It was a community where women were
worshipped and served, the men aware of Yuki's legendary beauty and
strength.

Yuki finished her shower, and one of her slaves dried her off, her body
rippling and bulging with strength as she stood there naked, confident and
proud in her feminine power and beauty. The slaves erection was throbbing
as he dried her off, every inch of her body a powerful, elegant reminder of
female perfection.

She walked through the dojo, her servants collapsing to their knees as she
passed by. She went to her changing room, choosing a black karate gi with
no pants, just a short, tight skirt in the same cloth. She covered her
thick, powerful legs in silky, thin stockings and placed them in dark
purple heels with a 2 inch heel.

Yuki wore no bra, her breasts perky, firm and massive, the cleavage
spilling from the kimono. She tied her hair in a tight ponytail, and
applied a layer of dark red lipstick, to accentuate her thick lips
and femininity. She felt like the goddess she appeared to be, and walked to
the center dojo to greet her audience, and the new challenger.

Yuki waited patiently for this warrior and his entourage, and when they
arrived she stood proud and tall in the middle of her dojo, a large group
of men approaching with a powerful, angry looking man leading the way. He
stood before her, looking her up and down lustfully.

The man's name was Hisashi, and he had a history of being a great warrior,
the brutality and skill of his fighting legendary, only shrouded by Yuki's
own popularity. He laughed aloud, bellowing, "Woman, where is the great man
who I have come here to fight?"

His men laughed and chuckled, Yuki stood elegant and proud, chin up in a
dominant pose, unaffected by this foolish man. So many had stood before
her, boastful and confident, and so many had fallen prey to her deadly
power.

"You know who I am, and have heard my stories. I give you a chance now to
surrender, and I will not humiliate you. If you decide to fight me, I will
not accept submission. I will break you, and remove your manhood, and you
will serve me here in my village," Yuki said calmly, not even looking at
the man directly.

Hisashi did not waste any time, not intelligent enough for banter, and not
patient enough to learn or study her. He stepped forward, placed his katana
on the ground and jumped at Yuki. He was fast, faster than anyone Yuki had
ever encountered, but nowhere near as fast as her.

In a blur, he struck 3 times, critical, death blows to an average person,
but Yuki easily blocked all 3, the blows loudly and violently echoing in
the dojo. She lowered her stance slightly, circling the man, a look of
serious concentration on his face. She knew the boasting was false, that as
he tried to strike her with death blows first and fast meant he knew she
was deadly, and tried to end it fast.

He feigned in and out, trying jabs and hooks, missing or being blocked by
the woman in high heels, her thighs bulging as she stalked around the dojo,
measuring his steps and timing his movements. He threw a hard right cross,
and she caught his fist in her hand, turning and grabbing his arm and
putting her hip into his stomach, throwing him over her.

She pulled downward on his arm and body as he flipped, slamming him onto
the mat. Hisashi's air rushed out of his lungs as his body struck the mat
with incredible force. Yuki's hands became a blur as she struck him in the
face 3 times, then leapt away, moving like a cat, even in her heels.

Hisashi moaned and get up slowly, blood rushing from his mouth and nose. He
tried to kick at Yuki, a powerful high kick that hit only air, as Yuki
ducked under, slamming her shoulder into his crotch and lifting him up. She
had his leg that was planted in the floor in her arms, and spun him around,
his arms flailing as they turned.

She turned her body downward, driving her shoulder forward and slammed
Hisashi onto the mat again, striking him 3 more times in the stomach and
ribs, and bouncing away. She was toying with him, and he realized suddenly
that he was no match for her in the slightest.

Desperately, he lunged at her again, and she threw her legs and hips back,
his arms missing as he fell to his hands knees, her upper body pressing
down on his back. She reached under him, wrapping her powerful, thick arms
around his waist and squeezed, crushing his lungs and organs.

Yuki stood up, hugging his body tightly to hers, lifting him high into the
air. His head faced the ground, arms and legs flailing as she lifted,
holding him with incredible strength. She arched back, throwing his back
over her shoulder, and held him tight in her arms.

Hisashi faced the ceiling, his spine over her thick, muscular shoulder
burning in pain, completely held immobile by this woman. He screamed in
pain as Yuki started bouncing him up and down, waves of agony shooting
through his spine.

"Please, I submit, I am no match for you, woman!" Hisashi begged, his arms
flailing around as Yuli paced through the dojo, his clan members staring in
awe, her own servants smiling, knowing how powerful Yuki was. "There is no
submission," Yuki replied in her sultry, serious voice. "You will now
suffer as I enjoy beating you, breaking your body. You will be humiliated
by my female superiority, my strength, and I will make you beg for me."

Yuki crushed down on his ribs and stomach, flexing her massive, bulging
arms, his spine bending and arching against her powerful shoulder. He
screamed in agony, unable to do anything against her. He begged for her to
stop, to end the pain and just kill him, but she ignored him, grunting in
exertion as she crushed his puny, weak male form.

She bent him forward again, his head hanging above the floor, facing out
toward the small crowd. Blood was streaming down his face, and he squirmed
and pulled on Yuki's arms, humiliated and embarrassed, so easily beaten and
now displayed as a victim. He felt her adjust, her one arm tightening
around his stomach as she let go with her other arm.

Holding the man with one arm, she raised her other and displayed her
massive arm, flexing for the audience. She squeezed with her other,
crushing him and making him scream and whimper, her dominance and power
over him overwhelming.

"Your greatest warrior lasted only seconds before I owned him, and now
look, with one arm I have him begging for death," Yuki said, squeezing him
hard to illustrate her ultimate control of his body. "Now, I will force him
to come for me, in front of all of you. He wants me, as all men do, but he
has no choice. I will rape you before your own people, and you will do
nothing but obey me."

She took her free arm, ripping his pants off completely, pulling them from
his body and tossing them to the side, her massive arm bulging with the
powerful motion. Held upside down, his legs flailing, crushed by her one,
powerful arm, he felt her grab his dick and start to massage him, caressing
his balls, using her nails against his skin, coaxing him to grow for her.

He fought, struggled and begged against her, unable to reach up to stop
her, his dick growing against his will, the powerful and incredible female
that had defeated and embarrassed him now making him hard, eager for
release, and desperate for more.

Yuki's hand became a blur, and as she masturbated this man before the
crowd, humiliating her helpless victim, she squeezed and crushed his body
against hers, her power, domination and control over him making her soaking
wet in her panties.

She moaned, loving every second of her ownership of this man, a powerful
warrior that she was easily raping in front of his own people, laughing at
him as he struggled and begged for her to stop, begged for her to continue,
begged for release, for her to fuck him then and there.... begged, and
begged....

Yuki felt him harden in her grip, his dick pulsing and throbbing, his hips
pushing desperately into her arm as she held him. She increased her speed,
her soft skin a blur of power and sensuality as he felt his orgasm surge
and rise. "No no no NO NO!" Hisashi screamed, as his body betrayed him, and
began to climax, submitting to Yuki's will.

Yuki slammed him down on the ground, taking a knee herself, and held his
body, still masturbating him vigorously. He came as she folded him over,
his dick above his face as he ejaculated, a massive load erupting from his
manhood. He covered his face, shielding himself from his own arousal, as
Yuki drained him, milking his dick and making him come all over himself.

He screamed again, desperate to escape this humiliation and torture, Yuki
holding him on the ground, still caressing his sensitive genitals,
completely spent from her rape. She released his body and turned to face
his feet, slamming down onto his face with her massive, muscular ass.

She buried him in her wet panties, soaked and hot from her domination, and
smothered his face with her thick ass. He lay flat, his arms uselessly
pulling against her muscular, stocking covered legs as she started to ride
his face. Yuki slammed her arms down into his chest for leverage, touching
the mess he had made, his come warm and smooth to the touch.

Yuki lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked off his come, licking it
sensually as she fucked his face, harder and faster, Hisashi moaning and
gasping for air beneath her sex. With her wet finger that she had just used
to suck off his come, she slid her hand down his body slowly, sensuously,
rubbing his flaccid, limp cock, and reaching below his balls to his ass.

She took her soaking wet finger, still warm from her mouth, and drove it
into his asshole, Hisashi screaming into her panties, drenched in her sweet
juices, struggling to stop her torture. She raped his face and ass,
slamming her hips forward and back on his beaten face, thrusting her finger
deep in his ass, punishing him and moaning wildly as she used his face to
get off.

Just before Yuki came, she ripped her finger from his punished asshole, and
grabbed his dick and balls in her hand. She crushed him, squeezing with all
the strength she could muster as his dick turned purple, small drops of
come falling from the tip as she climaxed on his face.

She heard a pop under her, his nose breaking as she smothered and raped his
screaming face, grinding out a massive, powerful orgasm. His hands clawed
and struggled against her grip, her powerful hand destroying his manhood as
she rode his face, completely ruining this man forever, as she used him for
her pleasure.

Yuki relaxed, Hisashi's body now completely still, unconscious from oxygen
deprivation and the agony of her permanent ruination of his body. She stood
over him, flexing her legs and incredible body above his, her high heels
shining in the light, stockings ripped and torn from her thigh muscles, the
karate gi skirt flowing just above her huge, curvaceous ass.

Yuki turned, pointed at some of his clan, and told them to take him into
the garden, to be disposed of as a man, with the other challengers that she
had conquered. Yuki's lips glowed and glistened as she commanded them, the
lipstick still perfect on her elegant, beautiful face.

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Later that evening, Midu waited quietly behind his door, a curvaceous,
young slave girl that he found attractive sitting next to him. They both
heard the bell ring, and slowly opened the door, crawling to the masters
sleeping mat, her massive, perfect feminine body looming like a giant
before them. Yuki spoke quietly, her eyes closed, relaxed in her thin
kimono, "Take him, young girl. I want you to jump on his body and control
him. He will not resist, and if he did, you would still break him."

Midu shivered in fear and excitement as the girl he had brought smiled, her
perky breasts bouncing as she tackled him to the floor, wrapping her thighs
around him, kissing and biting him with laughter. He was already throbbing
and pulsing with arousal as he heard Yuki crawl towards them, like a giant
panther, and climb on top of both, resting on top of him directly behind
the girl, her thighs bulging and massive comparetively.

Yuki started to thrust forward and backward, moving both of their bodies on
top of Midu, the vision of their bodies and sensation making his eyes roll
back into his head in ecstasy. He heard Yuki whisper, "What is your name,
student?" The girl replied in a thick voice, "Kimiko, mistress."

"Well, Kimiko," Yuki said, smiling down at her, then looking at Midu with a
wicked grin, "It's time you learned from your master how to break the men
with your female power, and to make them beg for more of it," she said, and
began grinding hard and forcefully on top, slamming Kimiko into Midu, his
dick pulsing and throbbing into both of them.

"Yes mistress," Kimiko said, as Yuki reached around, grabbing Kimiko's firm
breast in one hand, her slender neck in the other. "Yes mistress," Kimiko
repeated, "I own this little boy already," she whispered, slamming her hand
onto his throat, and started grinding on top of him with her mistress, his
goddess.

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