Ninja Mistress
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com, from an idea by Stefano.
She's a Little Old, But That Don't Mean She's Slow

Getting inside the walls was easier than she'd thought it would be. The
estate's owner, a local strongman known in this region as El Padron, liked the
mortar between the bricks of his estate wall to be kept pristine, without any
dirt in it or ivy growing on it, so she was able to wedge the tips of her
two-toed shoes and her gloved fingers in the crevasses quickly enough that she
reached the top in no time. Her night-vision goggles enabled her to see the
infrared beam along the top of the wall, so she easily stepped over it and
silently climbed down the other side without being noticed.

As she reached the ground, however, she heard the attack dog padding toward
her. He had apparently been trained to make a quiet approach until the last
second in order to surprise his prey, but she had anticipated he would be
there, and hearing was one of her heightened abilities, so she confronted him
before he could growl and tear into her. Her eyes blazed red, freezing the
Doberman in his tracks. She moved her finger in slow circles as she advanced
steadily on him, her eyes and motion mesmerizing him, confusing him until it
was too late. She grabbed the dog's throat in her iron grip and choked him.
His airway cut off, he was unable to make a sound and was unconscious in
seconds. She dragged him over next to the house and laid him down behind some
bushes, then took his balls between her thumb and two fingers and snapped them
off. Although the move was largely symbolic, she made a point that no male,
human or animal, EVER attacked her without suffering serious consequences.

The man guarding the kitchen entrance was wondering where the damn' dog had
gotten to. The bastard hunted so quietly the man might not hear him until he
tore into his prey, and too often lately the man had found him ripping apart a
rabbit or squirrel rather than any sort of intruder. He whistled for the cur
but got no response. As he walked out into the yard a bit to see if he could
catch sight of El Padron's beloved pet, he suddenly heard a twig snap and
turned toward the sound, his mini-Kalashnikov at the ready, but there was
suddenly a black-clad blur in front of him that pivoted the submachine gun
upward and back, striking him hard in the forehead with the front sight. His
left leg was swept out from under him, and as he hit the ground on his back,
the butt of the mini-Kal was slammed into his throat, crushing his larynx.
Before he could choke to death, however, the butt of the rifle smashed into
his balls, which made him curl up into a ball while he silently screamed in
agony. The last thing he saw was two blazing red eyes staring into him from
behind a ninja mask, then the rifle butt smashed into his skull.

The man's body joined the dog's behind the bushes. She removed her ninja
outfit and pulled the lightweight black cloth dress coat and stiletto heels
from her pack and put them on. She walked through the deserted kitchen and up
the back stairs, her stilettos clacking on the bare wood until she reached the
carpeted hall. She whistled a tune as she approached El Padron's personal
bodyguard standing outside the master bedroom suite. "Hello, handsome" she
said seductively. "I'm his entertainment for tonight.

The big man looked down at her appraisingly. "What is it with the Boss and
Asian girls?" he said, half to himself, then to her "You're a little old for
this business, aren't you?" he said callously.

"I may be forty, stud, but I'm well-preserved!" She opened the cloth coat to
reveal her exquisite body clad only in a black demi-cup bra, black garter belt
and black see-through stockings. Tall for an Asian woman, she had larger than
average breasts, a trim waist and rather long legs, all perfectly formed, with
skin as tight as a drumhead. She kicked off the stilettos. "And I'm limber,
too." She bent her left knee and then raised her left leg, finally extending
it vertically upward alongside her head in a standing split, exposing her
garden of heaven, which was as neatly trimmed as any Bonsai tree. He could not
keep his eyes off it. She placed her foot against his shoulder and gently
pushed him back against the wall. The big man whistled in admirations as a
bulge began to grow in his trousers.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed. "I'm impressed ... . How much would it cost for you to
do me?"

She flexed her foot a bit, expanding her calf and thigh. His eyes followed the
lines of her leg up and down, then again became locked on to her nether
region. "It's going to cost both less than you would imagine, and more than
you know." She smiled, then in a flash flicked her foot forward under his
chin, pinning his neck against the wall and crushing his throat, while her
left hand shot into his sport coat and removed the pistol from his shoulder
holster. He was about to fight back when suddenly she grabbed both his balls
in her right hand and crushed them with that iron grip developed from years of
martial arts training and extensive experience in the field. He froze in agony
as she continued to compress his dinosaur balls into coal, then into small,
marble-sized diamonds until he passed out. She released her foot from his
throat and he slid down the wall to the floor in a heap. As she stood over
him, she ejected the magazine from the pistol and racked the round from the
chamber out onto the carpet. She hid the clip in a nearby flowerpot and pushed
the silencer-equipped barrel of the gun into the unconscious man's mouth,
leaving it there. "Suck on THAT, stud!" she whispered.

She softly knocked on the bedroom door and then opened it only enough to slip
inside, turning to say "Thank you" to the now nonexistent bodyguard. "El
Padron" she said with a bow and then opened her coat to reveal her wares. "I
am your gift for the evening."

"I did not order any entertainment for tonight" said El Padron, warily,
although upon seeing the goods he was in no hurry for her to leave. He was
about 45 years old and of large build, an imposing figure of a man, even in
the silk robe he was wearing in preparation for bedtime. He reminded her of a
Latino John Wayne: The bigger they are, the harder they fall, though, she
thought.

"Don Fernando sent me" she said seductively, "knowing your penchant for Asian
women. I hope I'm not too old for you" she smiled, as she sidled up to him. He
placed his right hand on her left breast and felt it lightly, moving over to
the right one to also feel its shape and smoothness.

"I think you'll do" he said distractedly, his eyes riveted to her pushup
bra-accented cleavage. His renowned male endowment was rising up under his
robe, and its head began to poke its way out through the gap in front. This
was going to be too easy, she thought. Suddenly she reached her right hand up
and clamped his right hand to her chest and backed up until his arm was
extended, then with shocking strength she peeled his hand away pinky-side
first, twisting the hand around and forward until it was almost doubled over
against his arm, the ligaments stretched to the point of tearing. She clapped
her left hand against the back of his elbow and hyperextended it. El Padron
screamed in pain and bent forward, following the path of least resistance away
from the pain, but she followed him, keeping the pressure on.

He started to struggle to get out of the hold, but two quick knee strikes to
his head made him see stars. He swung his free hand around to strike her, but
she pivoted, taking his arm with her, so he was pivoted, too, swinging without
connecting with her. Two more knee strikes to the head rang his bell while the
wrist & arm lock seemed to be tearing his arm apart.

"AAAAGH!" he cried.

"Down on your knees. Down on your knees," she said matter of factly, as if she
were training a dog to sit. He surrendered and collapsed to his knees, his
face contorted in pain. "That's it," she said, "Good."

"You will become quiet, and I will ease up on you" she said in the same
educating tone, "or I will really make you scream, understand?" He nodded,
wincing, and she let up slightly. He sighed with relief at the slight decrease
in the pain. "Now, I require just one thing from you: the combination to the
wall safe over there." Shocked, he tried to turn his face toward her, but that
only made the pain in the shoulder part of his agony equation that much worse.

"Wall safe???" he said incredulously. "There is no ... AAAAAAAGH! AAAAAGH!
YOU'RE KILLING ME!" She poured on the power, feeling rather than hearing a
crackling in his wrist as the ligaments began to tear slightly. She didn't
want to damage him, but she had to get her point across.

"If you lie to me again I'm going to have to start breaking things, and
neither of us wants that. Now, the combination, please."

El Padron was sweating with fear, tears in his eyes. He couldn't believe he'd
been subdued so quickly and easily by such a gorgeous little Asian woman, so
graceful and yet so deadly, it seemed. His bodyguard had not rushed into the
room when he screamed, so he rightly assumed she had already taken him out. He
could scream for help, but there would be no one near enough to hear him. His
room was so padded that no one ever heard the screams of passion and/or pain
from his previous female consorts and victims. He was completely at this Asian
demoness' mercy. As if to emphasize that fact, she tweaked him again,
eliciting a sharp but short cry from him. "I'm waiting" she said calmly.

"OKAY!" he cried plaintively. "24 left, 39 right, 15 left, 5 right." Tears
began streaming down his face as the realization of his complete subjugation
overtook him. He had never told the combination to anyone, not even his wife,
ESPECIALLY his wife, and this slant-eyed bitch had made him give it up in less
than five minutes' torture. He was horrified: his finest jewelry, his
emergency cash, and evidence of most of his deepest and darkest secrets were
in that safe. In mere minutes he was completely done in, and done for. His
horror deepened when the demoness turned her face toward the door to his
closet, which was ajar, and spoke:

"Did you get that, Elia?" He could raise his head just enough to see the door
open to reveal his gorgeous 30 year-old wife standing there in a baby doll
nightie. She had once been Miss Brazil, but since then her body had filled out
slightly, actually making her more attractive to many men, her husband
included. Meat is for men, he had told her, back when he actually seemed to
care: Skin and bones, he said, were for dogs.

There was a slight stain of wetness around her crotch where she had been
touching herself while she watched her tyrant of a husband reduced to a
cowering, beaten dog. When he had been forced to submit and reveal the safe's
combination, she had orgasmed mightily, almost unable to stifle her cry of joy
and ecstasy. "Yes, I got it!" she laughed. She'd gotten a lot more than just
the combination: Elia's phone had been set up over on the dresser, aimed so
that it's video camera caught every bit of this moment, which she would later
play over and over with much amusement, and, often, arousal. It was Abused
Spouse Porn, really.

"You see, Elia, with the right techniques I can control his pain ... " she
tweaked the wrist and arm hard, and he could not suppress another AAGH! ...
"and also his pleasure: Lift up slightly. Up, I said." He rose up despite the
pain, which was now constant. She allowed his arm to bend at the elbow but
kept the wristlock applied, and stepped in front of him. She slipped her right
foot forward and with two of her nylon clad toes she stroked his massive
manhood, which was curiously still erect. His eyes closed and a low moan
escaped from him. "You'll find that these big, powerful men are actually
easier to conquer and control because deep down, they WANT to be dominated. In
their daily lives, they have to be totally in control, movers and shakers,
decision makers, and for many of them, even some of the big ego ones, the
pressures wear them down, and they actually subconsciously desire to give up
control. Once they accept being dominated, it sets them free in a way they've
never known before. If you allow them to keep their macho powerful public
personas while actually ruling them from behind, making the real decisions,
they will love you for it. They get to be both the Big Man and the Little Boy
at the same time."

She had been gently stroking his horse-sized meat pole with her toes the
entire time she said this, and he had barely heard her, lost in the sensation,
moaning softly. When at one point she reached a point about two inches below
the head of his shaft, she squeezed the front of it between those two
prehensile toes, and he gasped, shocked with the sudden overwhelming pleasure.
She smiled: he was clearly about to come, but she would not allow that. She
flicked her foot and kicked his balls lightly, causing him to yelp and double
over again to recoil away from her foot, and as he did so 'she quickly stepped
over his neck and locked his head between her thighs, jolting him with a burst
of crushing power. "UGH!" he croaked. She crossed her ankles and went up on
tiptoe, compressing his head and neck until he screamed, his voice rising and
octave. She smiled slightly, and let herself down, relaxing the hold slightly.

"Now Elia, what are the two most important things you want from your husband?"
The Ninja demoness wriggled a bit, shaking El Padron's head back and forth.
"Are you listening?" she asked him. He nodded, his face still a deep red even
though she had let up on him.

"I want him to STOP FUCKING OTHER WOMEN!" Elia exclaimed hotly, "And I want
him to give me children."

"Did you hear that, El Padron?" she said, her eyes beginning to glow red as
she locked her ankles together again and squeezed him harder. His tears were
flowing again, but he managed to nod just a little. "If I find out that you've
ever fucked another woman after this, I will come back and fuck YOU up,
PERMANENTLY." It was a statement, not a question. She turned her attention
back to the young wife: "Elia, I can help you have children by him, as long as
he is fertile."

"Oh, he is, believe me!" Elia nearly spat. "He has a bastard with one of his
whores, but he won't fuck me without a condom."

The Asian mankiller's eyes blazed red and narrowed, and for a moment she began
slowly squeezing until El Padron felt his skull was about to crack. Unable to
speak, he emitted an agonized "RRRRRR!" as he turned beat red and tears soaked
his face. His choking noise brought Madame Ninja back to herself, and slowly,
ever so slowly, she eased off a bit. Her eyes returned to normal and she spoke
evenly: "Very well then. Elia, there is something to help you, over in the
pocket of my cloth coat there on the floor. Elia walked over and fished out
the item while Madame again began stroking El Padron's member with her toes,
torturing him with pleasure to go with his pain.

Elia brought the object over to her mentor: it was a slightly curved plastic
rod about 5 inches long. Madame pulled up El Padron's robe so she was
overlooking his ass while still holding his head between her legs and stroking
him. All he could see was the floor and the strong, shapely backs of her legs,
and all he could feel was the expert stroking of her strong, prehensile toes.
She told Elia the way to hold the rod, and then how to insert it into his
rectum, slowly at first. "UNNNGH!" he grunted as it went in, mostly from fear.
He'd had a prostate exam before, but this Asian bitch was terrifying, and his
wife was becoming scary, too.

She told Elia how to manipulate the rod so that it stimulated El Padron's
prostate, which she did for a time, until Madame his tormentor vehemently
exclaimed "COME!" and a loud "UUUUUUUUUUUH!" burst from within his chest as
his cum cannon fired off a salvo of spurts, which would have set new height
and distance records had the gelatinous rounds not impacted the Asian
She-Devil's silky black nylons. Load after load spewed forth until the toes of
her stockings were completely soaked with his cum. "UUUuuuhhh ... " his groan
died away as, spent of all energy, his body went limp. The Far Eastern Goddess
released his head from its leggy prison, and he collapsed onto his face,
breathing raggedly.

She smiled at Elia. "This is the same technique that medical personnel use to
extract semen from men who for whatever reason are unable to ejaculate. It
works on them whether they are erect or flaccid, awake or asleep, or even
unconscious, thus you will be able to take his seed from him at will, to use
as you see fit. If you decide to ever fuck him again, you will be able to make
him come inside you whether he wants to or not. Because it results in pleasure
to him, I have found that if you repeat this prostate massage exercise many
times over a long period, each time commanding him to come as you make him do
so, eventually he will become so conditioned to your voice command that you
will be able to make him come just by telling him to, without even touching
him. I've found this also to be useful in training a man, making him come with
just a word. I do it often at what for him are the most inopportune times. I
have made a man come in church, while out on a dance floor, while having
dinner at an expensive restaurant, and over the phone while he was in a
business meeting. It reminds him that you have power over him, and that he
cannot control even himself, without your permission."

She looked back down at the beaten man. "El Padron, your lack of control has
caused you to soil my stockings with your cum. Suck them clean." She said it
simply, again the mistress training the dog.

"Please, no, please, no ... " he sobbed softly. She smiled grimly, not sure
whether he had balked out of exhaustion, revulsion, or both. Either way, this
would not do. She leaned over and smacked him hard on the ass to get his
attention, then slid forward and straddled his ass while she grabbed one of
his legs by the ankle and brought it to her. She grabbed his foot and turned
the ankle inward and pulled backward at the same time, twisting and stretching
the joints terribly, feeling the little crackling of near-injury.
"AAAAIIIIEEEEEEE!" he squealed, his hand slapping the floor in agony and
submission. After a few seconds of this torture she released his leg, stood up
and walked back to stand at his head.

"Suck them clean."

Sobbing and whimpering, he pulled himself forward with his good arm until he
could reach where she held her foot just off the floor, put his lips to her
stocking-clad toes and sucked them into his mouth. He sucked and slobbered,
sucked and slobbered and licked the toes of both her stocking feet until he
could taste his own cum no longer. "Good" she said curtly. Good dog.

She rolled him over and easily lifted the big man's torso into a sitting
position, then bade Elia to stand behind him and hold him up while she bent
down to speak softly into his ear: "You will do everything Elia tells you to
do from now on, without question, or I will kill all your men, and you, as
painfully as possible. Once her training is complete she will no longer need
me, but at that point your training will have only just begun. Goodbye for
now." She turned to Elia. "Your first lesson is the sleeper hold ... ." After
that was accomplished, Elia opened the wall safe and paid Madame Ninja in
cash, and they set an appointment date for her next lesson.

The Madame allowed herself a brief expression of desire, telling Elia how
beautiful she was, as she took Elia into her arms and without hesitation began
kissing her deeply ... . Elia went to bed that night sated and happy, looking
forward to the future for the first time in several years.