Ninja Mistress 2
By Elrohir, from an idea by Stefano
She rules with an iron foot!


It had been three years since her mysterious Asian female mentor had begun
training Elia Ramirez, but she had made amazing progress in a relatively short
time, and the Madame had soon released her from tutelage. On this late
evening, she was sitting in an easy chair in the master bedroom, reading the
stock market report on her phone while her husband, the infamous crime boss
known as El Padron, lay at her feet, naked. She rested her left foot on his
abdomen while absentmindedly stroking his huge erection with the first two
toes of her right foot. He was trying not to make any noise that would disturb
her, but when she lightly and playfully pinched the front of his shaft between
the two toes, his eyes went wide and he could not stifle a moan. She looked
down at him and smiled.

"Ah, Mi Chico, you like that, don't you?" she said sweetly, in a motherly
tone.

"I do, Mi Reyna" he panted, "but I would like it even more if you would let me
come."

"We'll see. Did you schedule the new shipment for tomorrow?"

"Yes, Mi Reyna. We have ... Oh! Dios Mio! We, uh, we have a plane, two large
off-road vehicles, a boat, and several mules traveling by airline, all set to
cross the border at about the same time, so OOOOooh! uh, a good portion of it
should get through." He was shaking with unrequited arousal, the sexual
tension making his entire body shake and his mind lose focus.

"And what about the group in Hidalgo who want to separate from us?" she raised
one eyebrow.

"As you suggested," he was shaking so hard he could barely talk, "I, uh, I
dispatched Mircella and her girls to go down there and teach them some
respect. Just as you told me, they were told to use whatever means necessary
to get our point across to them ... NNNNNGH! OH GOD, that's incredible!" She
was playfully squeezing him up and down his shaft with her toes, chuckling
quietly at his exquisite torment.

"Excellent! You've done very well today, Mi Chico." She used her toes to angle
his prodigious pole just a bit, just before she commanded in a firm voice
"Come!"

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" he cried, as his body quaked with the explosion and
his hands uncontrollably clawed at the carpet. The first gloppy rope of cum
flew through the air and landed across his face, followed by four more
forceful expulsions of varying power which impacted his chest, belly, and one
of his arms. The last spurt was just a small eruption that ran over his
cockhead and down his shaft onto Elia's toes. She turned and presented the
toes before El Padron's face. He licked as much of his cum from his face as he
could, then scooped the rest in to his mouth with his fingers before licking
her toes clean. With a deep sigh, he said "Thank you, Mi Reyna" and lay back
flat on the floor, trembling slightly as the tension left his body. His eyes
half-closed as, spent, he was about to doze. She decided to let him rest a few
minutes, and returned her attention to her phone. After a bit, she put the
phone on the side table and dug her heel into his abdomen slightly.

"UGH!" he awoke with a start.

"Chico" she said firmly, "put the girls to bed and then join me in the dojo."

"Yes, Mi Reyna" he said desultorily. He never knew if that meant she would
simply make him watch her work out, which he loved, or use him as a practice
dummy, which after much conditioning he now also loved, although it could mean
much pain, which he did not look forward to. He got up and put on his silk
pajama bottoms, and then opened the bedroom door and walked down the hall to
make sure their little ones were getting ready for bed.

Elia noticed that he still walked with a slight limp, which she regretted, but
reminded herself it wasn't really her fault. When Madame Ninja had determined
that Elia's training was complete, and left her on her own, El Padron had
tried to take Elia, but found her to be more than a match for him. She felt it
necessary to punish him severely for several days after that, and it had been
effective but also had lasting consequences for him. Their lives since then,
however, had been very good together. He continued to rule the organization
while she continued to rule him.

Their sex life had steadily improved ever since those first times she had used
and abused him in order to make him give her the children he had never wanted.
His attitude toward her had now totally changed: He adored her and their
girls, and even wanted more children. He had also discovered that her total
control of his body and his pleasure had increased his enjoyment far beyond
what he would have ever experienced had her transformation of him not
occurred.

Madame had taught Elia early on how to condition El Padron so thoroughly that
she could make him come without even touching him, and as her training
progressed, she was later also taught how through post hypnotic suggestion to
forbid him to come until she permitted him to do so. It was a power to be
wielded with much care, though, Madame said: if she overdid it, the man could
be physically and/or psychologically damaged or even killed by such prolonged,
heightened arousal.

After making sure the girls were asleep, he made his way downstairs to the
dojo. Elia had changed into yoga pants and a tank top, and was going at the
heavy bag with her feet and fists when he arrived. He sat in a small
straight-back chair that had rope marks on it from where it had been used for
several of Elia and Mircella's interrogations of traitorous henchmen. El
Padron had quite a strong stomach for violence, but even he had been forced to
turn away and not watch some of the things they did to their captives.

Despite having been sexually exhausted only minutes earlier, he found himself
becoming aroused at the sight of Elia rocking the bag over and over with
powerful kicks and punches. She was a fairly tall woman who when she was Miss
Brazil had been quite thin, then later became rather voluptuous as she gained
weight with age. Now she was in between those weight extremes, but was all
muscle except for her bodacious breasts. He was mesmerized by the way her arms
and legs flexed mightily as they mercilessly pounded their target: this was
the fourth heavy bag they'd had in three years. At home, Elia almost never
wore shoes because her feet were so tough she could break bricks with them.

She was really getting into a steady rhythm of strikes, while he was
unconsciously getting into a rhythm of touching himself as he watched. She
looked over and smiled slightly, amused that he was so engrossed in her
movements that he was unaware of what he was doing with his hands. Just then,
the door of the dojo flew open and four men ran into the room. One went over
to where El Padron was sitting and pointed a pistol at him while the other
three, one of whom brandished a baseball bat, surrounded Elia. El Padron
recognized them as the youngest and most recently hired men in his
organization. Being nominally their boss, he demanded "What is the meaning of
this?"

"We are taking over in the name of the Hidalgo Cartel!" said the man with the
gun. "We are tired of working for a WOMAN!"

"Do you have a problem with any of the decisions that have been made by this
organization? El Padron asked reasonably.

"That is not the point!" railed the gunman, "It is UNNATURAL for men to be so
subservient to women! We are striking now while Mircella and her Perras Malas
are not here to protect you." El Padron had thought it a mistake when Elia
made him hire these boys from the country. In their villages, men kept their
women in line with machetes, the kindest of them deigning to use the flat side
of the blade when striking them. Hiring them was sure to be trouble for Elia,
but upon reflection he wondered if perhaps that was why she'd made him do it.

"Enough talking!" cried the apparent leader, "Let's take them outside."

Before they could act on that order, Elia went into action. She simultaneously
backfisted the man behind her and kicked the man on the left in front of her
in the knee, breaking the one man's nose and dislocating the other man's
patella, the first man backing away while the latter man collapsed to the
floor in pain. The batter up advanced on her and attempted a vicious overhead
swing, but Elia's left hand shot forward and blocked his arm at the top of its
arc, causing the bat to fly from his grasp and pass over her shoulder, where
it broke against a weight machine. A mean quick kick to the balls sent him to
his knees, then to the floor as the wave of pain and nausea overtook him.
Broken nose guy regrouped and came up behind her, throwing his arm around her
neck for a choke hold. Elia became a bit concerned, but only for a second: She
stomped his instep so hard his foot broke. To his credit he did not let go,
but the agony made it hard for him to maintain his hold. She whirled out of
his grip and faced him, keeping the man between her and the man with the gun.

Elia systematically dismantled him a little at a time: He swung on her as she
advanced, but she ducked the punch and launched two of her own into his rib
cage as he pivoted. An angle kick to the common peroneal nerve of his right
thigh made him scream in pain as it hobbled him. He tried to keep his fists
up, but two shots to his chin had him reeling. A front kick to his midsection
doubled him over and knocked the wind out of him. Elia backed away from him as
he fell forward, but she lost her cover, and there was a deafeningly loud
report as the gunman fired at her, but he missed because El Padron had grabbed
for the gun. The man pulled away and struck El Padron in the temple,
temporarily stunning him.

Elia advanced from across the room, her eyes laser focused on the gun and the
man's finger on its trigger. She made a lightning move as he pressed the
trigger again, the bullet passing through the space where she had just been.
He fired three more times as she stealthily advanced, anticipating each shot
and moving just before he could react. She rushed him when she got inside
twelve feet, going low but reaching up to pivot the gun backwards in his hand,
breaking his trigger finger as the gun went off once more, then she ripped it
from his hand as she went to the floor and slid under his crotch, drilling his
balls three times using the gun like a pair of brass knuckles. He fell
backward to the floor, retching, but she pounced on him and broke his larynx
with her fist. She stood up and walked away while he choked to death.

The first man with swelling testicles had managed to get up on all fours and
was struggling to make it to his feet. Elia walked over to him and put her
legs on either side of his head, power squeezing him right away. He screamed
until a loud pop in his neck silenced him. She opened her legs and he dropped
onto the floor in a heap. She went over and retrieved the broken handle of the
baseball bat. Her human shield guy was broken but not dead, so she rolled him
over onto his back. "I'm returning this bat to you" she said grimly, and
stabbed the shard through his eye.

The one remaining mutineer had rolled over and over toward the door, holding
his destroyed knee. She kicked him in one of his kidneys to get his attention,
and rolled him over onto his back as she stood over him. He looked up at her
in awe; she was terrifyingly beautiful. She kicked his legs apart and stood
between them. Gently she put her right foot out and began massaging his cock
through his pants with the first two toes. In spite of his fear and pain, or
perhaps partly because of it, he became instantly hard, his average-sized
little stump straining against the fabric. He moaned softly in spite of
himself.

"I'll make you a deal" she smiled, still expertly massaging his member. She
pulled out her phone and with a tap accessed the timer app she used for her
runs. "If you can last two minutes without coming, I'll spare you, but if you
come before then, it will be for the last time." She set the timer at 2:00.00
and said "Beginning now!" She toyed with his trouser snake for a little bit,
rubbing it lightly with the ball of her foot back and forth slowly. He steeled
himself, his brow furrowing with concentration, sweat pouring down his face.
She quickened her pace somewhat, causing him to grunt with the fight against
his own pleasure. At 1:15.35 she switched back to using two toes, and was
doing so quite rapidly up and down the little shaft, which made him begin to
tremble slightly, and his breath became shallow and ragged.

At 45:02.13 she went back to vigorously rubbing back and forth with the ball
of her foot. She didn't seem the least bit fatigued, using the same foot the
entire time, but he was quickly feeling exhausted and losing concentration. He
closed his eyes and willed himself to ignore the unbelievable sensations he
was feeling, for what seemed like forever. He withstood the exquisite torture
for as long as he could, then risked a peek at the timer: It was at 10:00.45!
Surely he could last ten more seconds! He began to smile as the timer passed
through 7 seconds, but at 5:02.03 she suddenly opened her two toes and seized
the front of his shaft about two inches below the head. She squeezed with the
toes and wiggled them. His eyes bugged out in shock as "OOOOOOOOOH GOD, NOOOO!
OOOOOOH!" exploded from his mouth.

A dark stain immediately spread across the front of his pants and then white
liquid became visible as saturation forced its way to the outside. The man's
imminent death seemed not to concern him as his cock spasmed for an eternity.
He was still ejaculating as she settled on top of him in a schoolgirl pin and
pressed her crotch over his mouth and nose. He was well on his way to dying
before he even realized he couldn't breathe. His body flailed underneath her
in a last panicked attempt at escape, but tired that much sooner as its oxygen
was depleted. He was soon still.

She rose to her feet and turned to see what had become of El Padron. He was
lying on the floor on his side; he had only been unconscious for a few
seconds, but when he came to, there was nothing for him to do but watch his
wife finish destroying the four men. She laughed upon seeing that he had a
huge erection poking through the fly of his pajamas, and he was pumping it
furiously. She stood still for a moment, her feet wide and her arms clasped
under her bodacious breasts, watching him, secure in the knowledge that he
would not be able to come until she told him to. She suddenly realized her
complete victory over multiple opponents had made her incredibly horny. She
dropped her yoga pants and stepped out of them. Knowing that look in her eye,
he rolled onto his back, his fleshy skyscraper pointing toward the ceiling.

"You know what the folklore says" she said, as she settled onto him. "If you
can make me come, maybe we'll make a boy this time."

Her unfettered screams of passion at the end elated him more than he could
have imagined. He was incredibly peaceful and content, at least for a few
moments, until she looked down hotly into his eyes and firmly said "Come."