Kiko vs. the Master of Sitonyou

-or-
Korea hath no Technique like a Ninja Aroused

by Shon Richards © 2000

Her name was Kiko. Like most things in her life, her name was not her personal choice. She would have preferred a more American name; like Diana, or Sara or even Bambi. Kiko wasn't embarrassed of her Asian heritage, but considering that she was a 14th generation Asian-American, she felt it was misleading to have a name that was picked from a martial arts movie. In fact, she had never seen Japan, and the only thing she knew how to do with chopsticks was illegal south of the Mason-Dixon Line.

Kiko's resentment of her heritage was due solely to the man in front of her; her father. Mr. Yugokumach was a sinister Asian man, through years of practice. As a wannabe sinister man, he felt it was important to have a son who could trained to deal with those who would oppose a successful sinister man. Unfortunately, he had a daughter. Not be daunted, Mr. Yugokumach had his daughter trained in the skills necessary for her to become a deadly Ninja. Because the extent of Mr. Yugokumach's physical training came from reading the comic books of his youth, he had a rather skewed idea of what a Ninja should be.

That was why Kiko was sitting in front of her father wearing little more than a yard of spandex. This purple, skintight swimsuit that barely covered her surgically enhanced breasts and muscular ass was her "Ninja" uniform. Her red leather boots were equipped with six-inch heels and were shined daily by a small army of white servants. Red and purple scarves decorated her arms and thighs, making it hellishly difficult to fight but also making it look really cool whenever she did one of her deadly aerial maneuvers. It was only from excessive pleading that Kiko was able to avoid being forced to dye her long, black hair purple.

"I am very disappointed with you, Kiko," Mr. Yugokumach began. "You eliminated the caterers who over charged me for last week's party, but according to my spy, you also allowed yourself to get captured and then you were sexually molested for the entire night. I've hired the greatest martial artists in the world to train you, and yet you were still captured by a bunch of platter servers! Have you no shame?!"

"Oh please, Dad," Kiko sighed as she placed her boots on his desktop. "Ever since you placed that silly ban on me having a sex life, I've learned to grab sex where I can. If you would let me get a boyfriend or just get laid every once in awhile, I wouldn't have to feign helplessness when a group of horny caterers toss me onto one of their ice sculptures."

"Oh no! What shall I do? All of you have me surrounded!" Kiko mimed, raising her hand to her forehead in her best damsel-in-distress pose.

"Kiko, you know your celibacy is crucial to your skills," Mr. Yugokumach said wearily. "By denying yourself sex, you keep your senses sharp, your muscles toned and your killer instinct on edge. Besides, sex isn't good for women under thirty," he lied.

"Killer instinct, hah!" Kiko snapped. "I get so horny, I've killed men for taking less than two minutes!"

"Enough!" Mr. Yugokumach yelled. "I did not bring you here to listen to you whine about your inadequate morals. I have another mission for you, a very important one at that."

"I have an enemy, who plans to open a competing golf club. I've invited him here to discuss buying him out, but it is merely a clever ruse! I want you to cripple him, so that I can have him beg me to buy him out. He is old, and frail, so I don't expect this to take long. In fact, I want to watch while you do it."

"Walk with me, and let's get this over with," Mr. Yugokumach ordered as he stood up. Kiko followed, biting her lower lip in thought.

"This sounds familiar," Kiko said as they approached the practice gym. "Wait a minute! This is like those stupid movies you always make me watch! As soon as you said 'old and frail', I knew there was something up. He's probably some sort of Kung Fu Guru who'll kick my ass while calling me odd names like 'Three-legged-Yak'. That's why you want to watch, you want to see me get humiliated so you can prove sex has weakened me."

"Silence!" her father snapped. "You will attack this man, and you will take my word that what I said was true!"

"Oh yeah," Kiko asked. "Then why is this frail and old business rival waiting for us in my practice gym?"

Mr. Yugokumach merely glared at her, and then stormed off to the gym. Kiko followed, smug in her ability to second guess her father once again. Kiko reminded herself that the only reason she continued with this farce was the fact that her father was a multi-millionaire, and that her entire inheritance was wrapped in a trust fund until she turned thirty. Mr. Yugokumach had made it clear- his daughter would not see a cent of her inheritance unless she obeyed him until she was old enough to receive her trust fund.

When the doors to the gym opened, Kiko saw the old man standing serenely in the center of the large mats. He was as frail as her father had described, and looked incredibly ancient. A thin wisp of white hair was visible on his bald head, and a long Fumanchu mustache trailed below his chin. He wore a yellow kimono with green dragons decorating the sleeves. There was no movement from him to show that he even noticed them walking into the room.

"Oh yeah, he's a business rival all right," Kiko snorted. She stomped over to him, pushing her dad to the side. She had yet to meet the man who could defeat her without the element of surprise, so she intended to finish this fight as soon, and as painful as possible.

"No offense, old fart," Kiko said as she delivered a perfect high kick to where the back of his head should have been. Kiko was so stunned that she missed, that she forgot to follow through with her kick, leaving her leg up high in the air.

"My name is not 'old fart', and please close your legs, you smell like a fish who has died in a skunk's ass," the old man said from behind her.

"How the fuck did he get there?" Kiko asked herself. Not pausing to think, she swung her leg around, leaped, and kicked out with her other leg. Again, she missed.

"You move like an elephant with blue balls. Why are you so slow?" the old man asked.

"Quit the damn metaphors!" Kiko snarled. She swung at him with a chop. She missed. She aimed an elbow for his gut. She missed. She dropped low and swung her fist at his crotch. She missed. Leaping back up, she spun and threw seven deadly kicks at the man. She missed them all.

"A virgin could dodge these attacks. Please, try to hit me. You remind me of a three legged yak," the old man politely requested. Somehow, he made dodging look like it required no effort. To Kiko it was as if she wasn't even swinging at the old man, she was just attacking the air around him.

"Quit talking like some damn Chinese movie," Kiko snarled. Instantly, the snarl turned into a grimace as pain raced through her arms. Her arms dropped uselessly to her sides, and Kiko only had the faintest of memories that the old man had touched her shoulders. Before she could register what happened, Kiko's right nipple exploded as if it were on fire. Helpless to raise her arms, she dropped to her knees.

"I will forgive your mistake this once," the old man said. "Since you are nothing but a pathetic Japanese whore, you would not realize that I am Korean. The next time you call me Chinese, I will hurt you."

Kiko bit down on her lip, unable to answer due to the overwhelming pain in her nipple. "Hurt me? What the hell did he think he was doing now?" she thought.

"Well, can you train her?" her father asked as he walked over to them.

"She kicks like an epileptic hooker, and she fights like a bitch with mange. But with infinite patience on my part, I can train her," the old man answered.

"Good, good, when can you start?" her father asked. He totally ignored Kiko's whimpers of protest.

"I start now, will continue till she is done or dead," the old man answered. "Which means you must lock the doors to this side of the mansion. I will tolerate no outside influence. I have taken the liberty of stocking supplies, so we shall not need servants or food."

"The entire right wing?" Mr. Yugokumach retorted. When the old man did not offer any response, Mr. Yugokumach merely shrugged.

"Oh well, it'll be worth it I suppose," her dad said casually. "You'll train her to fight and you'll cure her of her untamed sex drive, right?"

"Unlike your Japanese ancestors, I tell the truth," the old man said. "Please leave now, before I forget that you agreed to pay me ten million dollars and I remove one of your testicles."

Mr. Yugokumach's eyes widened, but he took one look at his helpless daughter and he nodded. He practically ran across the gym, which wasn't easy for a man as fat as he was. As he left the gym, Kiko heard the distinct sounds of the gym being locked.

"Finally, the fat man leaves," the old man said. Kiko was still whimpering from the pain in her nipple. He appeared to notice her for the first time, and released his painful grip on her. Kiko sighed loudly at the sudden relaxation of pain. She knew it wasn't right as soon as the pain stopped. Usually nipple torture got worse when the blood returned, not better. Maybe this old fart really was some sort of master fighting expert?

As in answer to her thoughts, the old man looked down at her kneeling body, and announced "I am Hung."

"Well, I doubt it, but after you kicked my ass you're allowed to have any delusions you want as long as you teach me your moves," Kiko answered.

The old man glowered at her and then removed the silk belt to his kimono. Kiko sighed. Every time her arms were paralyzed in any manner, this was what usually happened. To her surprise, but not her delight, the old man whipped the belt in a complex motion and snapped it behind her. Sharp pain blossomed on her ass from where he had smacked her. If Kiko hadn't had jumped and squealed, she would have wondered how he was able to hit her ass when he was standing in front of her.

"Silence!" the old man snapped. "By a fortunate quirk of coincidence, my name is Hung. If you ever wish to learn from me, you must learn proper respect. Only with respect can I teach you the Thousand Moans of Death."

Kiko's angular eyebrows rose at the mention of moans. "Thousand Moans of Death? What kind of kung-fu expert are you?"

"I am glad you asked," Hung said as he sat down, cross-legged before her. Kiko recognized the eager look on his face. It was time for a self-important lecture that would rattle on forever. Just once, Kiko wanted a villain or teacher who could resist the urge to relate personal details. Knowing this old fart, Kiko was sure that this story would cover at least a hundred years of history.

"Long ago," Hung began.

"Bingo!" Kiko thought.

"There was a town in Korea that was very poor. Its name was Sitonyou," Hung continued. "This little village had poor fishing waters, and poorer farmers. Even the pigs were poor; it took seven pigs to make a slice of bacon. This poor town was so poor, we often had to sell newborn children to other villages to be used as slaves."

"Finally, one man had had enough. This great man, Dong was his name, realized that there was one commodity that his poor village could produce. Sitonyou had the loveliest women in the world. So Dong worked very hard, and at great personal sacrifice, he trained these women in the art of being a Geisha."

Kiko laughed. "He was a pimp! He pimped out girls from his village! Ouch!"

Kiko jumped at the lashing of Hung's belt on her ass. She couldn't figure out how he hit her while he was sitting in front of her. Somehow the belt just seemed to lash around and smack her with a flick of his wrist. With her arms still useless, she couldn't even rub the new welt on her ass.

"Dong was not a pimp," Hung corrected. "He was a trainer of Geishas. His Geishas were the deadliest ever trained. Limber, flexible and beautiful, there was no ruler or general that they could not kill with the power of infinite pleasure."

"You mean they fucked people to death?" Kiko asked. She jumped again as the belt flipped around and smacked her buttocks again.

"Geishas do not 'fuck'," Hung replied. "White women fuck, sheep fuck, dildos fuck. Geishas copulate. If you are ever to become one, you must learn the difference."

Kiko bit her bottom lip as she thought about it. "So Dong trained these Geishas, and did he make much money from it?"

Hung smiled. "Oh yes. Dong was able to feed the village easily with his profits. He trained Geishas for every ruler that could pay his fee. The village was so grateful, they named him the Master of Sitonyou. Dong then trained his son, who trained his son and so on. I am the current Master of Sitonyou. In exchange for ten million dollars, I will train you in the arts of killing with pleasure."

Kiko growled. Her father blew ten million dollars on this freak? How the hell was she going to inherit anything if Mr. Yugokumach kept blowing his money on this stupid Ninja fetish?

"Wait a minute, does my father know you train Geishas?" Kiko asked. That would certainly conflict with his no-sex rule.

"He neglected to ask," Hung said smugly. "He merely asked if I could train you to kill and if I could cure you of your untamed sexual habits. One of the side effects of my training is that the female's sex drive disintegrates. You will be able to kill with pleasure, but you yourself will no longer enjoy the sex act."

"Son of a bitch!" Kiko screamed. "You're going to take away the one thing I enjoy?"

"So sad, but so true," Hung said. "But there is a test. If you pass it, then there will be no need to train you as your abilities will already surpass my own. Do you accept this test?"

"You mean if I do this test successfully, then you'll return my father's money and I won't have to be trained?" Kiko asked.

Hung sighed. "You truly are an American woman; everything must be explained twice to you. Yes, pass the Test of Sitonyou, and you shall never see me again."

"Bring it on, Hung!" Kiko said. "This time I'll kick your ass now that I know how dangerous you are. Could you, um, make my arms work again first?"

"The Test of Sitonyou is not determined by combat," Hung sighed. "All you have to do is cause me to climax with your mouth before I cause you to climax with my hand. If I cause you to climax first, then your training begins right away."

"Come on! That's not a fair test!" Kiko whined. "You have to be over sixty at least! I'll be surprised if you can even get it up!"

"I am over ninety, and a true Geisha could cause a corpse to climax. Though that art is sick and twisted and no longer in demand like it used to be when the Egyptians were in power. Regardless, the test is as I have described. Do you accept?"

"I accept, though I have to warn you. When my father kicks you out of here, I'll be sure to tell him what a pervert you are," Kiko threatened. Then she squealed as the silk belt wrapped around her neck at a flick of Hung's hand.

"The Test of Sitonyou begins now!" Hung snapped, then he tugged on Kiko's neck, causing her to lose her balance and fall face first in Hung's crotch. As she recovered her breath, Hung reached over and pulled on one of the scarves wrapped around her leg. To Kiko's surprise, Hung easily pulled her entire body without a hint of exertion. Now her legs were right by Hung's lap while her face was still buried in Hung's crotch.

Kiko got right to work. She burrowed her face onto the old man's bony lap, seeking for his cock. She missed it twice, and then she realized she was looking right at it. It was so tiny! Barely half an inch if that much. Kiko giggled at how inaccurate his name was.

For some reason, Hung hadn't even bothered to touch her pussy yet, but Kiko didn't dwell on it. Using her tongue, she licked Hung's cock into her mouth. Her arms were still limp, but she was able to use her knees to move herself closer to his groin. His entire cock was in her mouth now, though Kiko knew that was no amazing feat. Her tongue assaulted his tiny cock, sure of her imminent victory.

His crotch smelled of Minute Maid rice, but Kiko kept flicking her tongue on his tiny cock. To her surprise, he was still limp in her mouth. It was like bouncing a spaghetti noodle on her tongue. Her over-sized breasts were crushed uncomfortably on his bony knees. She wanted to use her hands to maybe bring him to life with manual stroking, but her arms refused to move at all. As small as Hung's cock was, it kept popping free of her mouth. When she tried to get it back in, her long black hair kept getting in her mouth as well. Spitting her hair out just caused Hung's cock to fly out as well. It was a humiliating cycle.

"When are you going to start?" Hung asked. "I had heard that you American sluts liked to suck cocks. Why haven't you begun?"

Kiko growled at his comments but she kept flicking her tongue at the tiny penis. "Damn!" she snapped as she accidentally spat his cock out again.

Hung sighed. "I have never seen such incompetent cock sucking," he said. "You suck like elephant with hole in his trunk."

Kiko's snappy retort was forgotten as she felt Hung's fingers on spandex bottom. Using his fingernail, Hung sliced open the bottom of her purple swimsuit. Kiko tried closing her legs, but two feather touches from Hung paralyzed her thighs. Her legs were spread wide open and there was not a thing she could do about it.

"Two can play at this game," Kiko thought. "If he thinks he's going to get me off while my face is buried in an old man's crotch, he's got a lot to learn about women!"

To her surprise, Hung didn't go right for her pussy. Instead, he touched her thigh lightly. Using the sharp fingernail that had sliced her costume, he traced complex designs on her inner thigh. The sensation was so hypnotic, that Kiko stopped flicking the limp cock in her mouth. After years of grabbing sex in closets, dungeons and combat situations, Kiko experienced the wonders of foreplay for the first time in her life. It was no wonder that Kiko laid very still in Hung's lap as he traced the contours of Kiko's muscular thigh.

"Since you are so pathetic at cock sucking, I shall help you," Hung said casually. "I shall close my eyes and ignore your ugly, muscular, American attempt at beauty, and imagine a proper Korean woman is on my lap."

A throbbing in Kiko's mouth awoke her from her trance. Hung's cock had moved! The silicone Ninja realized that she had forgotten about the dangers of losing this test. She applied as much suction as she could on his growing cock, her cheeks collapsing under the vacuum she was creating. Her tongue wiped back and forth over the head of his cock, urging him to spill himself inside her mouth.

The slow tracing on Kiko's thigh moved slowly but surely up her thigh. Kiko felt her sex clench at the impending touch of his fingers. She even found herself wondering how it would feel to be touched THERE as softly as he had touched her thigh. She shook her head to dispel the thought. This old fart was getting her wet!

When he did touch her sex, a light brushing touch of her pubic hair, Kiko shivered from her toes to her inflated breasts. His fingernails crossed over her pubic hair, once, twice, three times, and Kiko was shivering the entire time. If her legs hadn't of been paralyzed she would have spilt them as wide open as possible.

Meanwhile, the cock in her mouth continued to grow. Kiko's expertise at cock sucking guessed his cock to be about four inches long now. The amazing thing was that it was still limp! Kiko's jaw slowly parted as the cock grew. It seemed to grow with each lick of her tongue, and yet it still remained limp. "How hung was Hung?" Kiko thought desperately.

Kiko awkwardly sucked at Hung's enlarging cock, her head pinned down by her inability to rise. When the cock grew to a limp six inches, Kiko's tongue guided his cock to go down her throat. Her eyes bulged as the horror of being gagged by this old man became apparent. At eight inches, the cock finally began to harden, but Kiko's expert mouth knew that he still had a few more inches to go before he was completely erect.

Just when she thought she was going to be choked by Hung's monster cock, the old man grabbed a handful of her long, black hair, and pulled her head off her lap. Easily he lifted her head with one hand, but the pain of her hair being pulled was not easy for Kiko at all. He lifted her slowly as his cock kept growing, her breasts dangling from her body as he lifted her to match the height of his cock. Only when his cock grew to a full thirteen inches did he fully harden, and at that point, Kiko's eyes were bulging as she struggled to keep his girth in her mouth.

Kiko was amazed at the strength of Hung. One hand held her completely suspended by her hair while the other lightly brushed her pubic hair. At first she thought Hung's hand was shaking, but then she realized that it was her that was shaking. Quivering actually, at the soft touch of a fingernail tracing the folds of her sex without actually penetrating. Kiko forgot that she was trying to survive the Test of Sitonyou, and rotated her hips as she tried to cause Hung's finger to slip inside her. Of course, the master of Sitonyou was too careful, and his finger danced tantalizingly close to penetration, yet never crossed into her glistening sex.

"Since you lack the lack the basic skills that a virgin bride of Korea would possess, I'll help you with your cock swallowing," Hung announced. Before Kiko could react, he lowered her head onto his cock. She would have cried out in horror if the monster cock wasn't gagging her so completely. All the way down to his balls did he lower her, and Kiko's jaw nearly dislocated itself struggling to contain all of him. Then he rose her back up, until her mouth only covered the tip of his organ. Kiko prayed that he would lift her off his cock, no matter what the pain in her hair, but Hung merely dropped her head back down again. Her cheeks burned with shame and rage as he slowly masturbated using her mouth like a man would use a cloth!

"Observe," Hung said dryly, "Twin Dolphin Technique."

Instantly, one of Hung's finger slipped inside of Kiko, causing her to gasp with joy as her sex received the thrusting it craved. Then as soon as his finger plunged in, it plunged back out, only to be replaced by another finger in a swift, flawless motion. Kiko moaned around the cock that was gagging her, dazzled by how easily the fingers reached deeply inside her. Back and forth the fingers moved, alternating in and out of her. More amazing was how Hung continued the motion of his other hand, moving Kiko's head up and down with flawless precision.

"He must be a true master," Kiko realized. "I bet the old fart could chew gum while doing this."

"I grow bored, observe," Hung commanded. "Annoyed Buzzing Bee Technique."

Hung's middle finger opened her sex, and to Kiko's confusion, began vibrating! There was no mistaking that familiar feeling. Somehow, Hung's finger vibrated inside her pussy, creating wonderful sensations as the finger moved deeper inside her. Hung's fingers then spread, and his thumb rested softly in the cheeks of her ass. Kiko's eyes rolled as his thumb touched her anus, barely penetrating her ass. When the thumb vibrated as well, tears sprang to her eyes as she fought to climax.

It was too much for the Japanese girl to handle. Her legs were helpless, leaving her vulnerable as Hung's vibrating fingers fucked her pussy and ass. The cock gagged her protests, though whether she was protesting for freedom or more penetration was something not even Kiko knew. She fought her pussy as long as she could, but when Hung's pinky finger started brushing her clit, and vibrating as well, Kiko's control was shattered. Her pussy clenched as the climax struck, clenching so hard that even Hung's finger had to stop vibrating or risk causing serious internal injuries. Kiko cried out a long, pitiful moan as her body succumbed to the earth shattering orgasm, her breasts bouncing as shivers racked her body.

To Kiko's surprise, Hung then tossed her head off his cock. As she lied on the floor, she watch in amazement as his cock shrunk back down to nothing in the space of five seconds. Her body was still paralyzed, though thankfully her legs were closed, preventing her from wetting the mats of the gym even further. Kiko's jaw felt like it would never return to normal, but that was okay; Kiko was speechless anyway.

"You have failed the Test of Sitonyou," Hung said. "Your training begins tonight."

Kiko awoke to having a huge, thirteen-inch cock shoved into her mouth. She opened her mouth and tried desperately to not gag. This was not an unusual way for the normally spandex-clad girl to wake up.

She couldn't move her arms or legs. There was no way for her to struggle. Instead of the normal chains, leather straps or tentacle arms she normally dealt with, her limbs were paralyzed by the use of pressure points. For once, Kiko couldn't use her contortion skills to escape, or her double-jointed body to slip a constraint. Oh well, it wasn't all that unusual for the Asian beauty to be bound during sex.

The ancient Korean lifted her up by her hair, forcing her to suck his cock while he stood there. No foreplay, no soft words and not even a kiss. The only sounds in the gym were Kiko choking on the monster cock and the wet slurpy noises of a well-sucked cock. Once again, this was nothing unusual for Kiko.

What made today unusual to Kiko was today marked the first morning she had spent in her training as a Geisha of Sitonyou. She just hoped that today would be better than last night. After failing the Test of Sitonyou, Hung insisted on removing the rest of her clothes. She didn't mind; she hated the purple spandex outfit her father always made her wear. Kiko was a little surprised to see Hung remove her boots as well. Every other man who had her at their power usually made her wear the red stiletto heel boots. Her respect for Hung actually went up a notch.

But instead of kinky sexual training techniques that would make the Karate Kid blush, the entire night was spent clenching her pussy. That was it, simple pussy clenching. Hung merely made her kneel while he stuck a finger up her sex. "Clench, unclench," he would command. For four hours they did this. She would have protested but Hung threatened to gag her with his cock. She had no intentions of swallowing that beast if she could help it.

She had slept the night on the gym floor, her limbs finally released from whatever pressure point magic Hung had performed. He commanded her not to move from that spot, and Kiko had obeyed. Kiko had no desire to find out what would happen if she disobeyed him. She had a feeling it would be painful. There would be plenty of time for rebellion once she had learned a bit more about the frail looking Korean. Besides, she was a little curious to learn from him. Any man who could vibrate his fingers must have a trick or two worth learning.

Kiko's thoughts of last night were wrenched away as Hung twisted his hands in Kiko's hair. Her attention caught, he spoke in his clipped, soft manner. "Prepare," was all he said.

That was no warning for the flood of salty liquid that shot into Kiko's mouth. Her head jerked as the first load of semen rocketed down her mouth. Kiko's eyes grew wider when a second, third and fourth large load spurted into her mouth. She struggled to swallow it all, not believing how much this old man was producing.

"It just isn't possible!" she thought in vain. Ordinary men produced two teaspoons of semen, no matter what the dirty books she read said. Hung was shooting loads that had to be cup loads at the least! Kiko tried to move her head away but Hung had an iron grip on her hair. What she couldn't swallow was flowing out of her mouth and dripping down her chin, splattering on her breasts.

When she had swallowed nearly a gallon of Hung's cum, he finally released her. She rocked on her knees, choking on the thick salty fluid. Her eyes were in shock as she thought about how close she had come to drowning. "How?" was the only thing she could say.

Hung tied the belt of his kimono. He was wearing red today. Not even breathing hard, Hung looked the picture of serenity. His answer was delivered slowly, like how you would talk to a child.

"The Masters of Sitonyou are in complete control of their bodies, a talent taught to all the Geishas," Hung said. "Once, a Geisha serving under Nero was able to stop the fires of Rome with her sex, and not a trace of urine. What I did was not that hard."

"Well, I'm glad to see you have a sex drive," Kiko sneered as she flicked cum off her breasts.

"You mistake me," Hung said. "That was not for me. You are fat and have udders shaped like a bloated cow. All I did was give you your breakfast."

"You have got to be shitting me," Kiko sighed. She jumped as the belt came flying out and smacked her on her nipple.

"Doubting me can be dangerous," Hung said. "The nutrients of a Master of Sitonyou is a great honor, and will provide you with what you need for the weeks ahead. Next time be careful not to spill so much. I shall not have you going hungry and slowing your training."

"Enough chatter, we must begin your training," Hung said. Before Kiko could answer, Hung walked behind her and folded her arms behind her back. After he touched her lightly on the shoulders, Kiko felt the familiar sensation of her arms going numb. She tried to move her arms, but she already knew that they would stay in that position until he released them.

Hung then pointed to eight giant washtubs of soapy water. "Today you shall clean this awful floor. The first duty of any geisha is to keep her training area free of dirt and typical American filth. I removed most of the mats last night, so you shall have nothing in your way as you work.

Kiko laughed. "The whole floor? This place is the size of a basketball court, from when my dad wanted to own a NBA team. How the Hell am I going to clean the floor with my arms like this anyway?"

Hung simply reached over and grabbed her by the hair. Before she could protest, he dunked her head first into a tub of soapy water. Then he lifted her head up, kicked her knees out from under her and dropped her head near to the floor. Using her head like a handle, he moped her breasts back and forth across the floor, the soapy residue foaming on the smooth gym floor.

"Wipe left, wipe right," Hung said. "If your father insists on letting you keep those awful inflated blowfish you call breasts, then you might as well use them."

Kiko sputtered as she spit the soap from her mouth. "You want me to mop the floor with my tits? What kind of trainer are you? Shouldn't I be learning how to jump kick, climb walls and running across rice paper? Aren't you supposed to be spouting wise phrases like what is the sound of one hand clapping?"

Kiko screeched as Hung spanked her bare ass with his hand.

"There, you have discovered the sound of one hand clapping," Hung said. "Now begin cleaning, or there will be no dinner for you. I will be standing over there in the corner." He pointed to a place with a mat, several bowls and a television with a VCR. "Part of my payment is that your father has provided me with a catalog of the one form of art your stupid Americans can get right. Come to me when the floor shines. I have provided towels on the floor so that you can dry your udders when you need to mop it dry. Use the towel to mop the floor and there will be punishments."

For six hours, Kiko labored. Dunking only her chest in the washtubs was her first problem. The tubs were too high to dunk when kneeling, and standing up meant she had to bend over in order to soak her large artificial breasts. So every time she soaked her chest, she ended up getting her head wet too. Her long black hair smelled of soap and stuck to her body as she tried to work. She slipped twice without any arms to help her, and each time she slipped, large amounts of water went flying everywhere.

Her next problem was the matter of actually mopping the floors. She looked completely ridiculous! Kneeling, she had to move her whole torso back and forth in order to get her breasts to move. In order to actually get her breasts to do any good when they were down on the floor, she had press her chest hard into the floor. Her knees were on the verge of collapse as well as being sore from kneeling constantly. Kiko winced as she continually rubbed her breasts on the hard floor. Even with water, a terrible friction built up. Her nipples felt as they were on fire yet she kept working. Hung never seemed to turn his attention from the television but she knew better. Kiko guessed Hung would love to get a chance to punish her.

Mopping the floor with wet water was one challenge, but Kiko discovered that drying was the worst part. Her chest felt battered, and the towels were too coarse to offer any comfort. She cried out the first time her raw nipples touched the harsh material of the towel. Yet she had to dry her breasts so that she could mop the floor dry. Kiko considered letting the floor dry, but she doubted Hung would be pleased with a streaky floor. To her shame, Kiko moped the floor dry in this humiliating manner.

When it was over, she shambled over to Hung. He was sitting cross-legged on the mat, staring intently at the television screen. He almost looked harmless, as a smile touched the corners of his mouth. His hands were folded into his kimono, looking like some pleased Buddha. She knelt beside him on the mat, more collapsing than actual kneeling. She looked to see what he was watching, and her jaw dropped in surprise.

There was bad muzak coming from the movie, with a head pounding drum beat. A dizzy looking blonde with even bigger breasts than Kiko was lying on the couch, masturbating wildly like she was trying to root out a ferret. There was no mistaking the cheap furniture, the bad lighting and the over teased hair of the blonde. There certainly was no mistaking the camera angles that were gyno-obsessed. Hung was watching porno!

Kiko started laughing softly. When the giggles subsided, she said, "Master, I've finished cleaning the floors."

"Silence," Hung said. "Suzie has ordered pizza, and two delivery boys arrived, yet she has no money. She is in a serious mess. How will she escape?"

"Oh get real," Kiko sighed. "Suzie will fuck them. She'll take one in the mouth and one in her pussy. Sheesh."

Hung sighed, a long depressed noise as he turned off the VCR. "Please don't reveal the plots when you have seen them before. You are denying an old man one of his few pleasures left to him. You are done with the floor?"

"Yeah I'm done with the floor," Kiko snapped. "My knees are wrinkled and sore, my back is killing me and my tits feel like they've been washed with a Brillo pad. What kind of training is that? Are Geishas required to make asses of themselves?"

In answer, Hung brushed his fingernail against one of Kiko's enflamed nipples. When Kiko screamed at the slight touch that felt like fire, Hung smiled.

"A true Geisha can survive any amount of physical attention," Hung explained. "When your training is complete, a brick rubbed across your breasts will feel the same as a feather. All your sensitivity will be a distant memory, like your memory of being flat-chested."

Kiko growled. This was the hazard of being a Geisha. Hung had explained that Geishas felt no pleasure from sex, and it was the main reason Kiko's mind had been thinking of escape plans. She enjoyed sex, REALLY enjoyed it. But she saw what the outcome of this training would be. A week of moping floors, and Kiko would kill the first man to try to cop a feel. She had to think of an escape plan soon, she just had to!

"Sit here, and practice your clenching," Hung commanded. "I shall set up your next task."

Kiko pulled herself up to a sitting position. Clenching was easy; she clenched her vagina muscles every time she saw a sexy man anyway. She just closed her eyes, and tried to imagine Phillipe, the muscular pool boy her father had hired recently. Squeeze in, squeeze out. Other than a wet spot on the mat, it was a task Kiko could do all day.

Two light touches on her arms released the pressure that was making them useless. Kiko opened her eyes and gave her arms experimental twists. She was amazed at the way he could bind her with his weird kung-fu. No matter how long her arms were paralyzed, there was never any loss of circulation. Kiko couldn't wait to learn that trick!

Before her, on the newly cleaned floor, Hung had set up four very large glass jars. The jars were easily a foot across, two feet high and the tops were about six inches wide. If Kiko didn't know any better, she would have sworn that they were old pickle jars. Hung began filling the jars with water, and Kiko smirked. This was going to be almost as easy as the clenching.

"Oh, I've done this," Kiko said.

"Really?" Hung asked, obviously not believing her. "Who taught you the ways of Sitonyou?"

"My dad hired quite a few people to teach me Kung Fu and other martial arts," Kiko answered. "This was one of their techniques they used to train me to be stealthy and shit."

"Ah," Hung said, "please me tell me what these Masters taught you, other than how to attack a plank of wood that doesn't move when you strike it."

"The jars are filled with water, and I have to walk on top of them," Kiko said. "I have to balance myself on the narrow lids without disturbing the water. Eventually I upgraded to walking across rice paper without leaving a mark."

Hung sighed. "This proves once again how much the other arts have stolen from Sitonyou. The test of the water jars was a Sitonyou technique. Now it has been bastardized by those who think the color of a belt is more important than the ability to deliver thirty orgasms in five seconds. You will discover that this exercise is far more difficult than anything you have had to perform before."

Kiko was skeptical, and followed his instructions with confidence that Hung was being overly dramatic. Per his instructions, she knelt in the center of the four jars he had set up. Then she reached back and placed her hands on top of two of the jars. Her breasts pointing up at the ceiling, Kiko reached her legs out for the other jars. Gripping the sides of the jars' lips tightly, Kiko balanced herself as she placed each of her feet on top of the other two jars. Raising herself on the four jars, Kiko felt her muscles strain at the awkward position. Her body curved as she lifted her center, and Kiko had an image of herself looking like a bow being drawn. Her crotch was the highest part of her body, and her breasts were falling down towards her face.

"This isn't so hard," Kiko lied. The balancing act was difficult, but she wasn't going to let this Korean bastard know that.

"Watch the clock behind you," Hung commanded. "When thirty minutes pass, you may relax from the jars. Until then, you must stay in this position and not tip any of the jars."

"Thirty minutes!" Kiko snapped. "All right, fine!" she said petulantly. That's when she saw Hung walk around to between her legs. Well, she saw him headed there; she couldn't actually see anything on that side of her body with her head hanging down facing away from her body. She certainly felt his touch on her thigh, though.

"What are you doing, you old pervert?" Kiko yelled.

"Silence," Hung said. "Any contortionist slut can bend herself like this, but only a True Geisha can maintain this position while being touched. Remain balanced for thirty minutes, or you'll go to bed without food, you'll mop the water you spilt, and you'll take a hundred lashes with my belt."

Kiko almost protested, but she knew the crazy old man was insane enough to mean his threat. She bit her lower lip; there was no way in fuck she was doing any more mopping today! Sure she was bent over backwards, sure she was trying to grip jar lids with her fingers and toes and sure, she had some old fart between her spread legs, but Kiko wasn't alarmed. This was personal now. She resolved to teach Hung that she was capable of anything he threw at her.

That's when she felt his breath on her pussy. A brief blast of hot air on her pubic hair gave Kiko delicious shivers. Her legs trembled as Hung breathed on her sex and Kiko tried in vain to ignore him. But how could she? His breath seemed to frolic through her pubic hair, causing them to flatten against her moistening nether lips. Kiko clamped her eyes shut, knowing that she couldn't even thrash in her position.

Hung's breath stopped, and Kiko sighed in relief. That sigh changed to a squeal when Hung's tongue parted her pussy. The bent Asian gripped the jars tightly as she fought to maintain her balance. Her legs wanted badly to close, but Kiko summoned all of her self-control to resist. As her body trembled to stay upright, her over-sized breasts bounced freely on her body.

Hung was careful not to actually touch her body, but his tongue had no such compunctions. Licking, lapping and thrusting, his tongue danced inside and outside Kiko's wet pussy. Hung used thousands of years of pussy eating techniques as he delved into Kiko's sweet box. Heron Snapping Fish blended into Snake Splitting Apple, which escalated into Dog Eating Pussy. Hung found himself enjoying the decadent American's pussy, which shouldn't have been a surprise for the Master of Sitonyou. The pussy was always sweeter to him when it was perched above water jars. He was just kinky that way.

Meanwhile, Kiko's eyes were trying to roll into the back of her head. To her surprise, Hung's tongue touched every secret, intimate, dirty little spot in her enflamed pussy. His tongue seemed to be everywhere, and if he wasn't such a sadistic bastard, Kiko would have proposed to him right there, still balanced on the water jars. Kiko's body ached to relax but she held her grip. Instead of distracting her, Hung's tongue skills were helping Kiko to maintain her impossible position. Good oral sex was hard to find.

Annoyed that the lithe Asian beauty was still balanced, Hung resorted to other tactics. His fingers reached under her lovely ass, and gave her the slightest of pinches. Kiko cried out in surprise, and nearly toppled right there. Hung smiled, and let his hands wonder over the tanned Ninja's body. His pinches covered her ass in red welts, exploring down her curved legs and backtracking across her ass to pinch along side her back. With each pinch, Kiko's body would arch, which would just drive her pussy into his skilled mouth. Before long, Kiko was moaning in a combination of pleasure and impending terror.

The sweat on her palms was starting to make the lids slippery and that was the least of Kiko's problems. Her orgasm was approaching, and she didn't know if she could keep her frozen position much longer after that. Hung's hand then draped over her curving body, his hand searching for one of her enhanced breasts. She moaned in helpless pleasure as Hung's fingertips touched the slightest edge of her hanging breasts. His fingernails dug in as he pulled her breast out of her face, inch by finger pulling inch. His hand crawled over her breast as he pulled it into his grasp. When his fingers closed on her nipple, she cried out as he pinched her tit harshly.

One hand pinching her ass, one hand pinching her tit, four jars barely holding her up and one talented mouth at her pussy was too much for Kiko. A long, tortured moan of pleasure was ripped from her body as her attempts at suppressing her orgasm collapsed. Her pussy bounced up and down as her body climaxed, yet she never once lost her balance. The pain in her calves and arms were replaced with the sharp sensation of orgasmic bliss.

Hung was upset. Somehow, this bitch was still balanced! He doubled his efforts. Now that she had climaxed once, Hung was able to manipulate more from her. He wrenched another loud orgasm from her, and she still held her place on the jars. He grabbed both of her ridiculously large tits and pinched while his mouth worked, resulting in another orgasm that didn't cause her to fall. He then used his hands to manipulate her clit and pussy while he licked. The scream of orgasm she produced from that made one of the jars vibrate from the pitch, yet still Kiko's limbs held their grip.

After Kiko's twelfth orgasm, the Asian loudly announced "That's it! It's been half an hour!"

Hung raised his head from between her legs and scowled. "Yes, it appears you have survived, I mean passed."

Kiko lowered her ass to the floor, her muscles surging with the pain of holding her body for that length of time. She had done it! She had beaten Hung at one of his tests! As her toes began to cramp, her victory gave her courage. Kiko resolved to push Hung for more training. Maybe if her sexuality could survive long enough to learn the secrets of pressure point bondage, all of these ordeals would be worth it.

"That wasn't so hard," Kiko lied, her back feeling much the same as it did the one time she was gang-banged by that horny boy-scout troop. "I bet you didn't know I was so advanced. I guess we can skip all the easy training now, right?"

Hung rose and walked behind Kiko. To her delight, he started massaging her back, erasing the pains that were there. "You appear to be more trained than I thought," Hung admitted.

A surge of hope flashed in Kiko. "Well good then," she said. "Tomorrow we can start on important things, like those pressure points?"

Hung continued to work on her back. He then rolled her over to her stomach so that he could massage her thighs and arms. Kiko couldn't believe how good he was. Within minutes, her limbs felt as good as new.

"You are not ready to learn pressure points," Hung said as he nearly finished her arms. "You still have ten more years of training before then."

Kiko tossed her hair as she turned to look at him. "Ten years? Jesus Christ! How long is this training?"

"For a normal Geisha, twenty years," Hung answered. "But since you are moving along quickly, I think you will only take sixteen years, fifteen if we can break you of your weakness for oral sex."

"Sixteen years?" Kiko snapped. "I'll be 40!"

"True, this is why I like to train girls younger," Hung admitted. "You'll be old, but you'll be a True Geisha." Before Kiko could protest anymore, Hung touched her shoulder and hips, eliminating her ability to move. Kiko wisely bit back her cutting comments. Total paralyzation had a positive impact on her manners.

"You have earned your lunch today," Hung announced. He dropped a dozen bananas to the floor. "After you eat these, we will resume your training. In the meantime, I will watch more examples of your country's art. The next movie is called 'American Callgirl Cheerleaders' and looks to be interesting. Michelle must raise money for her cheerleader squad, and she has no marketable skills. It should be quite fascinating to see how she succeeds."

"Wait a minute!" Kiko yelled as Hung sat in front of his television, "These bananas still have their peels on, and I can't move my arms. How the fuck am I supposed to eat them?"

"A true Geisha can peel a banana with her mouth," Hung said. He turned the volume up on his movie.

As the sounds of crappy organ music played through the gym, Kiko came to a decision. Fuck becoming a Geisha, fuck sixteen years of training, and fuck ever trying to learn the art of pressure points. Kiko decided that it was time to kill the Master of Sitonyou, or at least cripple him, and she knew exactly how to do it.

In the meantime, she struggled to open a banana with her mouth. It was not a pretty sight.

It only took Kiko an hour to eat the dozen bananas. When she was done peeling them with her mouth, Kiko looked like she lost a fight with Chiquita. She had one nostril stuffed with banana chunks, half a banana smeared in her hair, another half of a banana on her breasts and due to a misguided attempt to squeeze the fruit out of its peel, she had one banana lodged firmly in her pussy. Although she was done eating, and was a complete mess, Kiko kept quiet. She knew Hung would want to finish his porn movie, and she wanted him in a good mood for her plan to work. Plus, she knew he would never forgive her if she caused him to miss how Michelle was going to raise money for her cheerleader squad.

Hung even watched the credits.

Only when the video was over did he turn to her. He walked over to the mess Kiko had made and frowned at her, clucking his tongue in disapproval. He frowned in confusion when he saw the banana stuck between her legs, but he nudged it out with his foot.

"Terrible," he said. "You are as messy as an incontinent pig. After your next exercise you will mop this mess up."

"I don't think so," Kiko said nonchalantly.

Dead silence was her answer, so Kiko pressed on. "It's just that I've been thinking. I agreed to let you train me because I failed your Test of Sitonyou. Well, after I passed your little jar-balancing act, something occurred to me. You never passed the test of my family, the Test of Yugokumach."

"You are making this up," Hung said. "You lie as badly as a Chinese woman licks. There is no Test of Yugokumach. Your father is too stupid to pass anything except maybe a fart." Hung then started laughing, amused at his joke. "Maybe a fart," he repeated.

"So what if I made it up?" Kiko asked. "Are you afraid that a student that isn't even a Geisha could come up with something that you can't handle?"

Hung stopped laughing. "I assume that if I fail this test, that you want to be released from your training?"

"You got it in one. Gee, you must be smart," Kiko wise cracked.

"I've already earned the right to train you," Hung said, "but there is something left for you to bargain with. I want you to agree that if I pass your test, then you will sign over your trust fund to my village. That way, the poor people in my village will be able to eat on the money that a slut like you would have squandered."

Kiko's tongue froze; her trust fund was her only escape from her father. If she lost that she could be doing crazy missions for her father till he died of old age. Hell, knowing him, he probably had a whole batch of missions he wanted her to do when he was dead. Kiko weighed her options, and decided that sixteen years of daily abuse was going to happen if she lost anyway to Hung.

"I accept," Kiko answered.

"Good, how do we begin?" Hung said.

"Well, Master Dumbass, I can't exactly conduct the test paralyzed on the floor like this, can I?" Kiko snapped. She bit her tongue when she realized how close she had come to blowing her chances, but lucky for Kiko, Hung was something of a prick. He gladly released her pressure points. He knew she couldn't beat him with her decadent American ways, and he was looking forward to proving Korean supremacy once again.

Standing up, Kiko stretched her limbs, just to be sure nothing had cramped up. When she was satisfied that she was healthy, Kiko walked over to Hung's 24-inch television. She sat on top of the television, her legs spread open before her. Gripping her thighs in mock massage, she told Hung to come over to her.

Hung obeyed, with a trace of a smirk on his lips. Kiko disrobed him as soon as he was near. His cock was a tiny speck, yet Kiko knew full well how huge it could become. She reached down and stroked him. Of course, he remained soft.

"You have to be hard for this test, unless that's it's not possible for you to be hard twice in one day?" Kiko asked.

The eyes of the Korean never flinched, but his cock grew. With each stroke, Kiko felt Hung's cock grow in inches. When he was his full thirteen inches, she wrapped her arm around his wrinkled back and pulled him to her. He slid right into her, though she gasped in shock as he completely filled her. Her mind reeling, Kiko instinctively wrapped her legs around the standing Master of Sitonyou.

Trapped between her legs, Kiko used her trump card. Years ago, a sweet, and horny Yoga master taught her how to clench her vagina in such a way that it could break a man's cock in three places. It was her deadliest, and quite incidentally, her favorite skill.

"Gotcha, mother fucker!" Kiko snarled as she clenched.

Hung's face blossomed into a smile. "Of course I copulated with my mother; it's the final test. Is my cock supposed to be broken in three places now? I recognize the skill, I'm just not sure if you think it was going to affect me. A Master of Sitonyou can penetrate the tightest of holes."

"Of course that's not the test!" Kiko lied in a hurry. "The test is, um, the test is that you must make me let go of you or else give up. Oh, and you can't use any of your Korean pressure point shit either. You got to outlast me, and let me tell you something buddy, I don't let go of a cock easily!"

"I accept your hastily made up challenge," Hung said. "It will be simple; I'll just relax my cock, and it'll shrink and slip out of you."

Hung's smile faltered for a second as he grunted. Kiko stared at his face, looking for any flaw she could exploit while at the same time she kept her pussy clamped tight as possible. Hung grunted a few more times, and then his smile turned into a frown. He stare he gave Kiko was full of shock and accusation.

"Somehow, you are too tight to slip out of," Hung said with a touch of awe. "No matter! I am a Master of Sitonyou, and no pussy can out last my cock. Prepare to receive the last good fucking of your decadent life you bloated-udder, lazy American, dirty-mouthed slut!"

"Damn," Kiko said. "Fuck me if you want, but just shut up! I am sick to death of your damn analogies!"

As soon as she said that, Hung began thrusting savagely into her. No foreplay, no gentle touches and not even a kiss; he went straight into hardcore fucking. His huge cock jackhammered into her tight pussy, sending shockwaves from the collision racing through her body. Kiko couldn't have been happier.

Hung snarled when he realized Kiko's groans were of pleasure and not from fear of his large cock. His hands cupped her buttocks and lifted her off the television. Holding her, he was able to drive her even further down on his cock. He plunged upwards into her tight box, yet Kiko still didn't release her killer grip on him. Each time he lowered her back onto his cock, the foolish girl had the nerve to squeal in delight!

Kiko's pussy felt like a condom being tested by the Bullet Train, but she held on dearly. There was money at stake! It wasn't all bad though. Hung had the biggest cock she had ever handled, and the novelty of getting pounded with a lethal weapon helped ease the bruising she was feeling at her thighs. Kiko wasn't sure if she would lose or if she would be able to keep her trust fund, but she looked on the bright side- she was getting seriously fucked.

Hung resorted to foreplay. Dipping his head, he bit down hard on Kiko's bouncing cleavage. Kiko felt the tickle of his wispy beard moments before the sharpness of his teeth clamped down on her nipple. Hung sucked on her nipple like a starving lamprey, using his vast knowledge of body manipulation to create a suction of tremendous pressure on the nymphomaniac Ninja. Within seconds, he had given Kiko a hickey that encompassed her nipple. That was the cause of Kiko's first ear-splitting orgasm.

Kiko was enjoying the Hell out of herself. The pounding of her pussy never stopped, which is how she liked it. Hung seemed to be trying to remove her nipples with his licking, which is also how she liked it. To Kiko's continuing amazement, Hung also began gripping her ass savagely, digging his nails into her muscular buttocks. She liked that last bit so much, she had another orgasm. The gym carried the echoes of her climaxing screams and brought it right back to the dueling couple.

"What manner of slut is this?" Hung asked himself. He refused to believe there was nothing he could do. He had to sate her! Hung had made twenty Geishas in his time as Master of Sitonyou, and each one of them had been broken by his incredible skills. He ground his teeth as he continued his non-stop assault on her pussy with his cock. Obviously, it was time to seek alternate routes to wear down her endurance.

Still carrying the sex crazed Kiko, Hung walked over the storage closet. It wasn't easy, even for a Master of Sitonyou. Kiko was bucking her hips the entire trip over, trying to shove more of Hung's meat into her. Hung realized that this would make an excellent test of coordination for future Masters of Sitonyou. If a man could walk across a gym with a nympho bouncing on his cock, then that man could conquer anything. Or at least train Geishas.

Hung managed to open the closet, and he even managed to pull out what he needed, a broom. Never breaking the flow of his thrusting into Kiko, Hung placed the broom between his ankles. He lifted Kiko up higher, and the girl had the audacity to whine when she only had five inches to bounce on! It was with a vicious satisfaction that Hung aimed the broom handle right for Kiko's ass. In fact, he made sure to watch her face when the handle entered her ass.

Kiko felt a surge of frustration. Just as she was about to hit her third orgasm, the asshole lifted her almost off his cock. There went all her penetration! Then he got this odd look in his eye and the next thing Kiko knew, she was being sodomized by something wooden and very long. She recognized the feel of a mop handle immediately. She giggled. The only thing better than getting fucked with a monster cock by a Kung Fu master was getting double fucked by someone with the dexterity to pull it off. Or pull it in, as the case may be. Yeah, her asshole hadn't been lubricated, but somehow, that just made it seem kinkier.

"Yes, yes, YES! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Kiko cried. Her pussy contracted as another orgasm exploded. This caused her ass to contract, which just made the mop handle seem bigger. Caught in a feedback loop of perversion, Kiko climaxed again out of sheer confusion.

Hung rammed his cock faster, as well as thrusting Kiko's ass harder onto the mop handle, but the stupid girl seemed to be enjoying it! Hung began to get worried. If he could climax, he was sure he could slip out of her. The problem was, not even a Master of Sitonyou can climax after shooting a gallon's worth of cum earlier in the day. He hadn't even had his daily oysters yet. Hung's only hope lied in the chance that he could stimulate Kiko into a coma.

The Raging Vibrating Bull Technique gave Kiko three orgasms, but did nothing to loosen her grip around his waist. He dropped the mop out of her ass and began spanking her fiercely, but that only made Kiko scream out "Spank me harder, Grandpa!" Her breasts he covered with love bites, her mouth he kissed till his lips bruised, yet still she took his relentless thrusts. He fucked her against the mats, he fucked her against the wall, he even fucked her on top of a bunch of bats, but he couldn't get Kiko to relent at all.

He collapsed on top of her; they tumbled to the mats in front of the television. He lay there on top of her gasping. It was the first time in three centuries that a Master of Sitonyou had been out of breath during sex. Kiko was still squirming under him, her heels digging into his ass. Hung placed his hands on her inflated breasts and lifted himself up as far as her encircling legs would allow. It was time for his final weapon.

"What would you guess my cock to be in length?" he asked.

Kiko wiped her hand across her forehead; she was glistening with sex. Her pelvis had gone numb an hour ago, but hell, it was still a great lay. Kiko would have preferred something a fraction more gentle, but hey, she wasn't going to get picky. If having great sex was going to keep her trust fund secure, then Kiko was ready to go all night. That's if feeling ever returned to her thighs.

"I'm sure it's thirteen inches," Kiko breathed.

"That's what it is now," Hung agreed, "but I have a surprise for you. I really measure out at fourteen inches."

Kiko's eyes widened in shock as she felt the Master of Sitonyou manipulate his biology to add another inch to his Titanic cock. The pussy that was numb a minute ago was now screaming with disbelief as Hung started his thrusts again. Kiko closed her eyes and prayed to the God she only thought of in orgasms that she survive this new development.

Hung pounded her fast and furiously. He did his damn best to nail Kiko's muscular ass to the gym mat. He still clutched her breasts, using them as handholds as he tried to break the sound barrier with his hips. Soon, Kiko's moans were drowned out by the slamming of Korea meeting America. This continued for an agonizing seven minutes until the gym echoed with the sound of a single 'CRACK'.

The pounding ceased, and Kiko tentatively opened her eyes. Hung was frozen over her, his hands twitching on her nipples. His cock was still hard inside of her, stretching her to an inhumane depth. Hung's eyes were staring straight ahead, almost as if he was dead. Worried that she might have a corpse between her legs, Kiko shifted her hips slightly.

"NO!" Hung screamed. "Stay perfectly still. I believe my back is broken."

"Oh really?" Kiko purred. She shifted again and was rewarded with his scream.

"I bet you want to get out now, don't you?" Kiko asked.

"Yes," Hung whispered.

"And that means I win, right?" Kiko purred.

"Oh yes, yes, you win. I renounce any right to train you," Hung answered.

"And you'll return my father's money? I get the feeling he might have used some of my trust fund for your fee," Kiko said.

Hung paused at the thought of losing all that money. Kiko shifted her hips upward in a thrust and he screamed again. "Yes, yes!" he agreed.

"Cool," Kiko said, and she kicked him off of her. There was a popping noise as his cock left her tight pussy. The Ninja bounced to her feet, and then immediately collapsed. She had lost feeling below her waist.

"I don't care if I'm crawling, I'm getting the fuck out of here. I can't wait to see you explain to my dad why you are lying on the floor with a broken back and a monster dong," Kiko teased.

"Wait," Hung breathed. "Please reconsider. You have the talent to become the greatest Geisha ever! Train with me, and I'll make you feared across the lands!"

Kiko considered it. Then, still crawling across the gym floor, she lashed out a parting kick to Hung's crotch.

"Wow, it finally went down," Kiko quipped. Then the proud Asian Ninja, who could never be tamed, crawled out of the gym as the sun set to the west.

The End

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