Ninjas of Love

The Climax

"You know what this is?" The blonde asked, mouth curled up at one corner. Em silently shook her head. "Let me show you." Yang offered, bending down and softly whispering into Em's ear. She pulled the straps around each thigh slowly, and danced a little to an imaginary beat as she attached the third strap around her waist, pulling the plastic protusion up, sitting perpendicular to her vagina. It was, Emily now realised, a dildo of at least six inches. She bit the inside of her lip and knew that, had it not been trapped inside its own plastic contraption, her own penis would have grown erect at the sight of Yang sporting an- admittedly artificial- boner of her own. "Neat, huh?" Yang asked, admiring her non-biodegradable hard-on. "Yes, Y-mistress." The bustier girl's face turned instantaneously from amused cheekiness to disappointed anger. "I told you not to call me Yang. You've fucked it now. I didn't want to do this." Her voice, unlike her countenance, lacked all emphasis or emotionality as she reached back into her bag of tricks and pulled out another strapped item, this one sporting two leather straps either side of a metallic-looking ring.

Yang forced the ring into Emily's mouth and tied the straps around the back of her head. As Emily tried to form a coherent sentence around the obstructive gag, she began to uncontrollably drool, dropping saliva all over her chin, bust and throat. Yang gave a look of pity before crouching down to Emily's level. Wordlessly, she rammed her flesh-coloured dildo through the hollow ring of the gag, and into Em's mouth. Em spluttered around the mass of rubber and steel in her mouth, before renormalising and beginning to breathe around the obstructions. She softly licked the tip of the dildo and bit tenderly along the shaft, as Yang forced out moans of faux-pleasure while she rubbed at her areolae. As abruptly as she had entered, Yang pulled her member out of the warm docking station of Emily's propped-open mouth. "Your punishment is over." Yang told Em, turning around and- after practically tearing the drool-covered gag out of her face- crouching down again, this time facing away from the brunette.

Despite having received no real instruction, Emily innately understood what she was expected to do. She pulled herself up on the bed, and puckered her lips around Yang's beautifully rounded, glutinous arse cheeks, before slipping her pink tongue around the edge of the blonde's chocolate starfish. She quickly plucked up the courage to actually push her tongue through the tightened walls, and lick around the inside of her lover's backdoor. The taste was unimaginably horrible, yet intoxicatingly alluring; the disgusting mixture of sweat and human shit filling Emily's tastebuds. Just what, as far as she was concerned, a nameless sex slave like herself deserved.

Yang brought herself back upright and barked another order at the submissive sister of Charlie. "On your front!" The words were cut short by Yang's drill sergeant-like venom. Emily wordlessly did as she was told, and turned round flat onto her front. Yang helped pull Emily up from the waist, so that her body resembled a bridge with her oft-lamented knees and recently abused face providing the feet, while her arched spine and lifted, exposed bum formed the arch. Yang slowly brought Emily's body backwards with her, and felt the strap-on slowly penetrate Emily's noticeably tight arsehole. "New to this, are we?" Yang teased with a knowing smirk.

She drove her body forwards and slightly retreated, over and over again, in a rock 'n' roll rhythm that drew wave upon wave of rapturous, hallelujah-like moans from Em's open mouth. Yang kept pushing her artificial cock into Emily's virgin anus faster and faster like a sex-crazed Sonic The Hedgehog, until eventually she couldn't hold in her moans any more. She let out a monstrous moan, as if she had just emptied her non-existent load all into Emily. "Fuck! You're so tight!" Yang exclaimed loudly, as she withdrew from Emily's newly-opened backdoor and almost orgasmed for a second time there and then. "And you're so good at sex!" Emily praised her girlfriend, with slightly lower levels of volume and enthusiasm, as she realised something. Her caged-up co- sorry, clitoris- had, despite remaining flaccid and floppy while Yang had fucked her hard (the jingle of metal lock against plastic cage had constantly reminded Em of this), leaked a not insignificant amount of sperm over the mattress.

"Should we uncage the beast and have a little go at taming it?" Yang asked, looking down at Emily's chastity cage. Before she could answer, Yang had gratefully licked up the cum that was still sitting around the end of Em's flaccid member. As she pulled back up and made eye contact, Emily nodded, desperate to release her Kraken. Yang slowly reached for the key, and brought it close to the cage.

She pulled away, and simply reminded the now betrayed-looking brunette, "That clit belongs to me, and me alone. It is uncaged, and treated like the mark of manhood that it is, on my terms and only my terms. The second you agreed to let me take you on as a sex slave was the second you signed away ownership of your body to me, and the second that worthless, floppy little clitoris became my property. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes." Emily responded resoundingly, drawing a look of expecting from Yang. "Yes what, slave?"
"Yes... mistress." Emily conceded, looking up to Yang with a downtrodden loving in her ocean-blue eyes.
"Good girl." Yang said, her usual smile and demeanour returning. "Wanna practice now? I mean, we wasted a bit of time there."

Meanwhile, back in the living room, the group had moved on from their previous debate (Dom Nicholls Pizza had won with a 4-to-2 majority after Billy, Kerian, Ruby, and Blake voted for it over sandwich kings Subpay) and were now arguing passionately over whether pineapple was ever acceptable on pizza.