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This is one part out of six involving a silly story that concerns
Superhero Bondage.  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 does not contain any stories,  but has a few notes
about the story.  More importantly,  it contains a counter so I can
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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."



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