"At least your stance looks good." The man chuckled, echoing the same words Taki had so boldly pronounced at the start of their battle. The defeated kunoichi could only grit her teeth in silence, unable to form a rebuttal amidst the overwhelming pain that consumed her trembling form.

The sharp poke on her rear barely registered compared to her missing limbs, the shame of it somehow weighing more than her mutilated state.

The formerly arrogant kunoichi's conqueror casually planted his sword upon her upturned ass, mockingly laying claim to the limbless bitch. Her stocking clad cheek dimpled beneath the pressure, her firm and round buttocks tightening.

The slut had lost the hands she dared to raise against him, lost the arrogant little feet that dared to tread upon the battlefield.

That defiance broke when he showed his true intentions.

R-R-RRRRRRRIIIP! Her outfit tore away the thin barrier that so shamelessly outlined her hairless pussy, her folds twitching as they were completely exposed.

The man paid no heed to the slut's sudden change in demeanor, ignoring the frantic begging and pleading as he stripped away the rest of the flimsy red fabric.

He did not know the name of the slut who so embarrassingly failed to assassinate him, he didn't need to. The limbless fuck toy was nothing but a set of holes for his pleasure now.