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This is one part out of six involving a silly story that concerns Superhero
Bondage. To know if the version you are reading is complete,  the phrase "To be
Continued"  or "the End"  should be at the bottom.  If not,  then the part is
NOT whole.  

The entire story contains scenes involving M/F,  F/F,  Bondage,   Light
Humiliation,  Domination and Robotic Bestiality.  Certain parts contain certain
scenes.  It is not meant to be taken seriously,  and does not in any way mean
to infringe on the copyrights of the companies who own the characters
mentioned.

In fact,  all characters are NOT from the comics,  they just dress like them. 
This is a story about people who are involved in Superhero Bondage,  and the
trials that always come from the subject.  While I poke fun at the genre,  I
hope none of the fine writers who have written a SuperHero Bondage story take
offense.  At the same time,  if you have never read a story of this genre,  I
think you may still like this story for the way it shows how silly it can all
be.

As always,  comments are welcome by e-mail.   You can also visit my website at
http://members.aol.com/GntlShon/Kiko.html to show your approval.  It also has a
picture of Kiko.  It does not contain any stories,  but has a few notes about
the story.  More importantly,  it contains a counter so I can judge how popular
this story is by how many hits I get.

Bound Ninja in Spandex Part 1
By Shon Richards


Kiko Yugokumach was the only child of a wealthy country club owner.  Mr.
Yugokumach wanted a son,  who would one day grow into a great and powerful
warrior.  One that he could send into battle against his enemies,  like a
Daimio sending his best Samurai.  But against all his prayers,  his wife gave
birth to Kiko.

Kiko reflected on this disappointment as she put on her uniform.  She thought
of her strange upbringing everytime she tried to put on the six inch high heel
boots.  When she was old enough to walk,  her father decided she was to be a
Ninja.  Not the Ninjas of history that Kiko had read about.  Nope,  her father
wanted her to be like the Ninjas of late night television.  Unlike the Ninjas
of history who hide in shadows and were as discrete as they were deadly,  Mr.
Yugokumach felt a Ninja should be in fashionable clothes and make dramatic
entrances.

Kiko stood in her high heel boots and began the rigorous mental exercises that
would let her walk in such impossible footwear.  She reflected on the day she
first wore these cursed shoes.  She had trained for eight years in basic black
when her father announced that he had a new vision for her.  She would come to
find out later his "vision" came from a security guard's comic book.  The
character's name was Psylocke.  

She looked in the mirror.  Her Japanese good looks was a blessing Kiko had
always appreciated.  Her dark eyes and youthfull face had an edge of
seriousness despite the ridiculous length of her shiny black hair.  Many a time
has her hair been a detriment but her father insisted she keep the length and
that she never put it in a ponytail.  Which is usually the first thing she did
after leaving the house.  

Her incredibly healthy and muscular body was hidden under what Mr. Yugokumach
referred to as her "feminine distractions"  To Kiko it was just plain fat.  Her
father disapproved of female Ninjas with bulging biceps so he forced her on a
six milkshake a day addition to her diet.  The result was a soft curvy body
that obliterated any chance of Kiko getting some definition.  She wasn't even
allowed to work on her pecs.

Kiko struggled to get the flimsy one piece swimsuit over her silicon chest. 
The sheer material stretched and barely covered her breasts.  Her father
insisted she get the plastic surgery because it was important in her role as an
infiltrator.  Not to mention the fact that it was important if she was ever
going to look like the comic book ninja.  She argued for hours that she was
never going to be able to hide anywhere with water balloons pinned to her
chest,  but he was adamant.  Finally she consented if he agreed that she could
skip the purple hair dye.  At least big breasts could get her laid,  purple
hair would just make her look like a freak.

She wrestled the swimsuit over her chest and fastened it around her metal
collar.  She smiled as she recalled how she got away with such a kinky fashion
accessory on the grounds that she needed it to hold her swimsuit up.  Her
father obviously couldn't argue when her last four suits ripped at the seams
and exposed her during a mission.  These suits weren't made to take knife cuts,
pulling fingernails and patience.  Especially when the one destroying the
outfit is the one wearing it.  

Her swimsuit finally secured and her boots laced up,  Kiko began tying on the
ribbons and other useless items to her outfit.  She felt ridiculous as she tied
purple ribbons to her thighs and biceps.  At least it made her muscles stand
out and gave her a more cut look.  She remembered with a sigh the one time they
came in very useful.  The bodyguard of the rival country club had held her down
by her ribbons and had his wicked way with her.  Of course after she had cum
eight or nine times she escaped from his pathetic bonds and snapped his neck, 
but it was very sexy.

She pulled on her gloves and thought about the worst limitation she had.  Her
father had once read that matadors abstain from sex before a fight.  Therefore,
by his twisted logic,  Kiko was better off never having sex in order to keep
her in prime condition.  To enforce her celibacy,  Kiko was subjected to around
the clock surveillance by the staff,  and her allowance was taken away
everytime she was reported.  Considering she received a thousand dollar a week
allowance,  Kiko weighed her sex very carefully.   She wasn't even allowed to
masturbate,  and it was real embarrassing to have to sleep in the same room as
the maids in order to keep her honest.  Not that maids weren't corruptible, 
Kiko had already caused five of them to lose their jobs.  And they were smiling
when they left.

She walked to the debriefing room,  trying to get whistles out of the house
staff.  She stopped to bend over and dust off invisible blemishes from her
boots,  but she still didn't get any takers.  Kiko blamed her father for her
failing sex appeal.  He had removed the offending appendage of her last partner
in sexual gratification.  He can be a bitch sometimes.

She entered the debriefing room and locked the door behind her.  Kiyoshi
turned around and smiled at her.  She smiled at the brilliant man her father
had hired.  Not only was he a genius at electronics,  biology,  mechanics, 
computers and chemistry,  but he was also the best gatherer of clandestine
information in the world.  Best of all he was gorgeous.  Kiko reflected that
the way Kiyoshi was qualified in so many skills,  it made her feel like she was
in some cheap late night movie that was too cheap to hire extra people,  so
they lumped the experts in one person.

As Kiyoshi approached she giggled.  She was so happy her father was stupid
enough to think he was Japanese.  Her father had insisted on an all asian
workforce as far as the intelligent positions were concerned.  When Pedro
Dealgo applied for this job,  it was a smitten Kiko who changed his application
to Kiyoshi.  Fortunately her father has never been across the Pacific much less
Japan,  so he had trouble believing Pedro was from the "homeland".  

"Kiko,  I have a new device I invented that your father wants installed
immediately."  Pedro said a bit more solemn than usual.

Kiko smiled and ran her fingers through his short curly black hair.  "What
device would that be?" she whispered.

Pedro cleared his throat and answered "It'll send us a signal whenever you get
aroused or have sex,  so your father won't need to watch you anymore."

Pedro winced as Kiko's fingers curled tightly in his hair.  Her glaring eyes
made him shrink and he decided arguing would only make it worse.  When she
finally let go of his hair,  he handed the small quarter shaped device to her.

"And where does this go exactly?"  asked Kiko.  

"Well,  actually we already implanted it under your skin when you were asleep
last night.  I just wanted to show you what it looked like." answered Pedro
sheepishly.

Kiko closed her eyes and sighed.  Experimental implentation of monitoring
devices was a new indignity for her.  But she focused her thoughts on her
thirty million dollar inheritance she was promised,  and tried not to get
upset.  

"How does it work?"  she asked,  doing her best not to visualize snapping his
handsome neck.

"It's simple,  it sends us a beep whenever you get aroused past a certain
point.  The beeps become faster as you approach orgasm and when you do orgasm, 
it gives us a whistle." explained a proud Pedro.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Kiko, "I'm never getting away with a screw now!"

"That was the idea," explained the smug Pedro, "but you should be paying more
attention to your next mission.  I have all the details right here."

Kiko sat down with a loud sigh and looked at the huge monitor that described
her mission.  She tried not to think of her planned seduction of Pedro,  now
that she was intimately monitored.  She dreamed of his tanned muscles,  his
swarthy complexion and his dark intelligent eyes.  She tried not to notice his
cologne wafting through the air to her starved senses.  And most of all she
tried to ignore the dampness of her swimsuit at her private spot.

"BEEP"  the machine alarmed in the small room.  

"Holy shit! Is the machine in here?"  she asked.

"Yes."  he answered with an embarrassed smile.  

"Well how do you know it'll tell you when I'm having sex?  I might pass by a
construction site and if I get horny,  you guys will dock my allowance."

"Hmm,  that's true,  everyone's reactions will be different,  I'm not sure how
we are going to determine between arousal and actual sex." 

Kiko grinned with the usual wickedness Pedro had come to associate with one of
her genius level ideas.  It was the kind of grin that made her eyes disappear
under her cheeks.  It meant someone was going to get in a lot of trouble and
like it.

"It's easy,  we can have sex right now purely in the interest of finding out
how the monitor device operates.  And because this is vital to finding out
about my celibacy,  I don't see how it can be held against me."  said Kiko.

"But we only have thirty minutes to complete this debriefing.  Mr Yugokumach
was very strict about the time we spend together since he found your ribbon
stuck in my zipper."  said a nervous Pedro.

Kiko stood up and released one clasp on her collar.  The swimsuit snapped down
her front and rolled up her back like a pull-down shade.  A "BEEP" was hear by
all. As Pedro marveled at this deadly vision nude before him,  Kiko spoke
gently to him.

"We better do the debriefing while we 'test' the device right?"  spoke the
nude Ninja.  A "BEEP" sounded out,  confirming her.

Pedro stood up and threw his shirt off in one easy motion.  <BEEP> He pulled
Kiko towards him and kissed her way too hard on her lips.  <BEEP>  She
performed the trick with her tongue that would let her manipulate a lockpick if
she was bound,  and he nearly came in his pants.  When he came up for air,  she
dropped to his chest and sucked at his nipples.   The foreplay was almost
mechanical,  but then,  they didn't have much time.

"Well your mission this time is a cakewalk."  began Pedro.  "We have found out
that a man by the name of Mark Demeanie has won Publisher's Clearing House
Sweepstakes,  the state Lottery and the local county bake raffle.  We have, OH
GOD do that some more!  We have information that he came into possession of a
rare statue just before his winning streak."

Kiko paused from extracting his nipples from his chest with her mouth.  She
looked at the screen at a pimply face man with really bad curly brown hair.  He
looked like the wimp you are not supposed to shoot at during shuriken practise.
She then looked up at Pedro's eyes and clutched his groin through his pants. 
<BEEP>  He jumped from the sudden pressure and looked down at her.

"This isn't another wild goose chase like when Dad had me searching every
government warehouse in the state looking for that box? I mean he sees one
stupid movie and I'm searching for lost artifacts for the whole summer." 
threatened Kiko.

"No,  we have proof this exists."  Pedro sighed as the pressure was relieved. 
Then he cried out as she unzipped his pants and stroked his raging peripheral. 
BEEP BEEP.

"As I was,  mmmmm, that feels good.  We have receipts that he bought a statue
that was rumored to bring good......GOOD GOLLY!  I meant good luck.  <BEEP>  It
was in a Innsmouth warehouse for the past fifty years.  Now that..now
that...now that..."  And then he trailed off as her strokes became faster. 
When she stopped he regained his breath before she popped his flesh pencil into
her mouth.

"The statue is from ancient Greece," began Pedro. "It is known as the Ruby
Tits of Luck.  Found in 1932,  it is alleged to have the ability to grant
unstoppable luck to anyone licks the ruby nipples.  Suppressed by the puritan
morals of the time,  it was believed lost forever." 

Here Pedro was unable to read anymore as his eyes were crossing.  Kiko's mouth
slide up and down his hard drive faster than he could imagine.  <BEEP>  Looking
down,  his blurring eyes could barely make out the sight of her hair flying as
she sucked him.  His fingers reached out and typed up the next screen, 
determined to finish this debriefing before he was too tired to continue.

Kiko raised her head from the groin of Pedro and examined the monitor.  She
stood up and frowned at the statue on the screen.  She grabbed a handful of
Pedro's hair and crushed his face to her chest. <BEEP>

"My dad paid good money for these breasts,  you might as well enjoy them" 
she said.  And with that prompt,  Pedro  tried to absorb as much of her silicon
valley into his mouth.

As Pedro's lips returned to infancy,  Kiko studied her target.  The picture of
the Statue revealed it was only three feet tall,  yet it was four feet wide
from the bosom alone.  The face was non-existent yet the breasts were very
life-like if you happened to have huge rubies for nipples.  As Pedro made loud
wet nises from her chest,  she briefly wondered about men's obsession with
breasts.  But she discounted it because that meant most men wouldn't mind when
she wanted the woman's ass in a threesome.

When Pedro's mouth was bruised,  Kiko pulled his lips to hers' and kissed
him for her own kind of luck.  She broke the kiss and bent over onto his desk
and presented herself to his ten inch manhood.  Pedro reached for the ribbons
on her thighs <BEEP> and thrusted himself into her beeping sex <BEEP>.  His
hands wrapped around her thigh ribbons,  he humped her while she read the
monitor for her victims's report.  His long cock filled her completely and she
squirmed back deeper onto his cock. <BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP> 

"Fuck the debriefing!" Kiko said and began thrusting back with her ass.  Pedro
obliged by slamming harder,  his hips bruising on her muscular ass.  The small
room became very sweaty as he fucked her on the desk.

"YES yes yes"  moaned Kiko.

"Uh, uh uh" grunted Pedro.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP"  cried the monitor.

Kiko gripped the edge of the desk and contracted her expert muscles.  Pedro
cried out as his cock was gripped by the world's tightest ninja pussy.  He
pulled and pushed his ten inches of manhood through her wet grip.  Pedro know
knew the japanese equivalent of the chinese finger puzzle.  He liked this much
better.  

Kiko threw her head back in an overdramatize orgasm but her sexy moan was
drowned out by the monitor machine's speaker which produced a loud whistle.  As
the loud "PHEEEW" echoed through the room,  Pedro orgasmed as well,  his
shrinking cock finally able to escape Kiko's grip.  

As Kiko laid there,  frustrated at only one orgasm, Pedro resumed the
briefing,  pausing only to pull up his own briefs.

"As far as we can determine,  Mr. Demeanie has spent his new fortune on a
mansion,  extensive purchases in security cameras,  a number of computers and
for some reason,  quite a few purchases from IBM"

"IBM?  He must be one sick man to buy from Intimate Bondage Materials." 
responded Kiko.  She knew her victim must be kinky because she collected IBM
catalogs like some men collect panties.  

Kiko stood up and tried to pull her swimsuit back over her chest.  With
Pedro's help and only a few more gropes,  they managed to secure her outfit. 
She frowned at the screen and clicked it off.

"Gee, some rich pervert with bondage toys and a lucky statue.  It shouldn't be
much of a problem."  said Kiko.

Pedro smiled and said "And since you leave tomorrow morning on Friday,  you
should be back before lunchtime."

Kiko agreed and said "Let's hope it only takes a few hours and not turn into
some sort of three day weekend from Hell."

To be continued,


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