>>6560

I found her hidden behind a sliding door, out of breath and face flushed. The kunoichi's kimono was pulled down beneath her tits and hiked up around her waist, one hand squeezing her throat and the other tucked inside her pussy, juices flowing freely. A pair of kunai lay discarded by her side, but when she was discovered, the girl just stared.

As I’d been interrupted during sex, my dick was still fully erect. And as I’d been interrupted during a snuff session, my concubine’s severed head was still impaled on my shaft, the last traces of premortem lust still plainly visible in her glassy eyes.

With great reluctance, the kunoichi removed her fingers from her slit, dripping her cum all over the closet floorboards, and felt around her for her knives.

“Y-You… the tyrannical lord of this province…” The kunoichi swallowed and licked her lips.
A slow drip of blood fell from my concubine’s neck hole, pooling before the kunoichi’s knees and mixing with her juices. “P-Prepare to face, um, justice. Justice for your crimes…”

Before she could find her weapons, I grabbed her by her ponytail and yanked her out of the closet. “I recognize you. You’re that new serving girl, aren’t you? Yuzu, was it?”

“I-I…”

“Who sent you? How many of you are there?”

Yuzu’s chest rose and fell with her harsh breathing. Her gaze trailed past me, to the concubine’s discarded, headless corpse lying in the center of the room, drifting into a momentary haze before snapping her attention back. “I… I am a proud kunoichi! I’ll never tell!”

“But a proud kunoichi has no problem masturbating in front of her mark, does she?” I looked down. As if subconsciously, her fingers had returned to vigorously thrusting in and out of her slit. “Did you want to get fucked by me that much?”

“No— no, of course not…”

“Yeah, of course not.” I pulled my concubine’s head off my dick, turned it around, and impaled it through the neck hole, my cockhead poking through her lips. “Suck it.”

“You monster…” Yuzu got back on her knees, gently caressed the concubine’s cheeks, and planted a kiss on my dick. Her tongue invaded the concubine’s lips and swirled my dick, slowly pumping the head up and down with her blowjob. “Mm… how could you… mmmh… do something like this…”

With all the dexterity one would expect from a ninja, she played with my shaft. Yuzu leaned down and kissed my balls, dancing her fingers along the cockhead as she pumped the concubine’s head and coiled her dead tongue around my dick. Pumping faster and faster, she straightened her spine, showering my dick with kisses each time it poked through the concubine’s mouth.

Without warning, I grabbed her head and pressed it to the concubine’s lips and came directly into her gullet. She moaned into the forced kiss and offered no resistance until I was done, and when I finally let her pull away, she lapped up the droplets and let not a single drop go to waste.

When she came up for air, I could see the lust and anticipation in her eyes. Up until this point, Yuzu had been conflicted between her mission and her desire— but clearly, no longer. She stared at the severed head and saw her own face reflected in the concubine’s glassy, dead eyes. She wanted it.

“The world deserves to know how depraved you are…” With a devilish smile, she whispered, “if you want to keep me quiet, you’ll have to do the same to me.”

“Hmph. Put your wrists together.” I retrieved a nearby length of rope.

“Ooh, what a tyrant you are,” she said.

“I’m not foolish enough to forget that you might try something,” I said. There were some things you couldn’t fake— like masturbating so hard you give yourself away to your assassination target. Even so, someone had sent her to kill me. It was better to be safe than sorry.

“Oh no…” She stuck her tongue out and lifted her wrists to her chin, rubbing the rope against her neck. “Too bad there’s noooothing you can do to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“I don’t just kill any of my concubines. Only those who earn it.”

Yuzu licked her lips. “And how badly would a lady have to mess up have to do to deserve such a fate?”

“It depends. In your case…” I secured the knot and double checked it. Seeing her binds were up to par, I found a nearby roof beam, flung the end over the top, and pulled it taut, until Yuzu could only just stand on her toes. “You’re going to tell me who sent you. And you’re going to tell me who all of your fellow spies are.”

Her face turned white. Yuzu had been willing to give herself up to the pleasure. The orgasmic release of death was at once a reward and an abdication of responsibility. From an outsider’s perspective, all they would see is that Yuzu had been caught, raped, and killed and be none the wiser to her slutty desires. Those would die with her.

But selling out her family, her friends, her comrades… She would be sinking to a different level altogether.

Would that be worth it?

“I’ll let you think about it. In the meantime…”

I tore off the kimono, threw her legs apart, and thrust into her well-lubricated slit. Despite her predicament, neither she nor her vagina offered any resistance. Yuzu’s moans were almost lyrical.

-

I had my most trusted members of staff tend to her needs and expressly forbade them to let Yuzu die under any circumstances. Setting aside the fact that she was my toy to break, there was the pragmatic reality that she was an enemy agent with important intelligence.

Yuzu’s attendants were also forbidden from pleasuring her in any way. Every day, I went to see her with two concubines, both equally eager to be snuffed, and I had them compete for it. With her arms bound, unable to move or touch herself, Yuzu was forced to watch, day in, day out. And once a victor had been decided, I would allow them to decide how they wanted to be snuffed. The next day, the survivor and a new concubine would come and repeat the process.

And so she was forced to watch, day in, day out, her arms still bound and unable to move or touch herself. Each day, as I snuffed a new woman before her very eyes, I could see the resolve melting out of her. It was a catalogue of offerings, options available to her, if she were only to betray the last shreds of her dignity as a ninja.

-

On the first day, the victor asked to be choked to death. I did so with my bare hands, squeezing her throat and fucking her pussy until she was blue in the face. Yuzu couldn’t take her eyes off the scene, furiously rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to stimulate herself at all. I had her ankles bound, eagle-spread, at once.

-

On the second day, the victor asked to be spitted and roasted. In one final display of cheeky loyalty, she dedicated her finest cut of meat to Yuzu before the chef slit her throat to drain her blood. For this occasion, I had Yuzu moved to the kitchen to watch the whole cooking process and, in accordance with the victorious concubine’s wishes, I let Yuzu select her cut of choice.

“I-I… won’t accept this,” Yuzu said.

I turned to the chef. “It seems our guest needs you to whet her appetite. Please, introduce your dish.”

The chef bowed his head, and began talking through the intricacies of how he’d prepared each part of the concubine’s body. The spices, the oils, the delicate touches and flavors he’d packed into every muscle fiber.

For my part, I had full confidence in the chef’s abilities, and thus had no need to listen. No, my attention was on Yuzu herself. Her eyes wide, her mouth gape and drooling.

-

On the third day, the victor wanted to be cut open and gutted. I fucked her slowly, dragging the knife down her center, listening to her moans slowly fade out as I disassembled her. Despite the obvious signs of desire, Yuzu held fast. She thought about the people she left behind. Her comrades, faceless to me, who were praying for her success, the hidden agents she’d grown up with. Those who had trained her, those who she had trained, those whose lives hung in the balance and would be killed the instant she gave into her lust and opened her mouth.

But Yuzu’s face was totally flushed, and trails of squirt dribbled down her inner thighs.

-