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Specter Girl: Christmas in Tokyotown pt. 1

by Sigma

I

Summer Morgan stared up, her blue eyes locked on the imprint of Angela Grear’s pussy against her panties as the shapely black woman stood on a step ladder, hanging the last of the Christmas lights around the common area of She Legion HQ. Summer bit her lip, looking at the shape of Angela’s bare thighs under her skirt. Her nipples hardened under her shirt, as she stared at the curve of Angela’s ass. Only when the senior heroine finished and looked back did Summer come to her senses.

“So, Summer, what did you want to ask me?”

Summer quickly composed herself. “I need some advice,” she stammered. She stepped back when Angela jumped down and landed on the floor right in front of her. Summer had to force herself not to stare at the brown cleavage that Angela’s tight blouse showed off.

“What about?” Angela asked her, leading her over to the sitting area.

Summer took a seat on the couch while Angela stretched on the couch, pointing her bare feet at Summer. 

“I got Yumi for our secret Santa this year,” Summer explained. “I know what I want to get her, but it’s not turning out to be such an easy thing to find.”

“Go on,” Angela said, folding her hands across her stomach.

“So, when Yumi was a kid, she used to watch this old Japanese superhero show called Super Star Busters. She’s got a poster in her dorm at school and a few plushies.”

“Oh, I know that show.”

“Right, anyway, her favorite character is one of the two girls on the team, Rio Kaiba. I want get Yumi this limited action figure of Rio. It’s a rare version without the helmet and I can’t find it anywhere.”

“Ah…” Angela said. “I know someone who may be able to help.”

“You do?!” Summer’s expression brightened. “Please tell me!”

“You need to go to Tokyotown,” Angela told her. “Go to a bookstore called Hashira Booksellers. They don’t sell collectibles, but the owner, Asa Miyazawa, can put you in touch with a collector who runs a shop in the neighborhood.”

“Thanks!” Summer said, jumping up.

“Wait…” Angela stopped her and stood up. “There’s something you should know. Asa Miyazawa, she’s like us.”

“Really? But she’s not a member of the She Legion?”

Angela shook her head. “She’s mostly retired now. She was doing what we do before you were born.”

Summer thought about it for a moment. “Wait...that old team? With the one lady who went bad? She’s from back then? Carla told me about them.”

Angela nodded. “She’s a nice woman, but those days are a sore topic for her. I’ll give her a heads up that you’re coming. Just be careful what you say to her.”

“I will! Thanks!” Summer said, embracing Angela with a big hug. Their tits touched and Summer held her. Almost involuntarily, Summer’s hand crept down Angela’s back and towards her ass.

“Ummm...Summer...you should get going. The train takes about 40 minutes to get to Tokyotown.”

“Uhh...right!” Summer broke the embrace. She turned away, red in the face, and quickly ran off.

Angela folded her arms, chuckling as Summer ran off. She then plopped back down on the couch, stretched out, and turned on the television.

II

Summer walked up the stairs and out of the subway station into a bustling neighborhood bathed in neon light. Tokyotown, home to a large population of Delta City’s Japanese immigrant and immigrant-descendant population, teemed with people on the sidewalks. Summer pulled her coat around here and got her bearings before walking in the direction she knew the bookstore to be. The stores and street lights were decorated for Christmas, and Christmas music poured out of speakers as she walked.

Walking past some stores, Summer heard several conversations in Japanese and noticed many of the store signs had both English letters and Japanese characters. She continued several blocks until she reached a small, standalone, three-story building. She looked at the sign next to the door. Hashira Bookseller 1F. Miyazawa Dojo 2F.

“Oh! Here it is!” she said to herself before opening the door and walking in. A bell rang and Summer found herself in a brightly lit bookstore with the shelves lined with colorful spines. She picked up on a conversation in the distance between two women speaking Japanese and followed until she reached the counter. A tall, Japanese woman with long, dark hair who appeared to be in her late 40s looked up at Summer from behind the counter. “Hello,” she greeted her with a smile before going back to speaking with the customer.

Summer waited for a few more minutes before the transaction was finished. The customer finished, said her goodbyes, and left, leaving Summer as the only other person in the store.

“Hi,” Summer waved to the woman. “I’m looking for Asa Miyazawa.”

Asa gave her a slight bow. “You must be Summer. Angela told me you would be coming,” she said before walking from behind the counter.

When Asa stepped around the counter, Summer watched her carefully. Even in her late 40s, Asa was trim and athletically built. She moved with an effortless grace and Summer couldn’t help but admire the shape of her body, healthy breasts, lean arms, a slim waist, feminine hips, and lean legs hugged by skinny jeans.

“Angela says you wish to purchase a collectible toy?” Asa asked.

“Uh, yes,” Summer snapped out of her trance.

“Then come. It’s a short walk,” Asa told her before grabbing her coat from a rack near the counter. She threw it on and walked to the front of the store. Summer followed her out, Asa changed the sign and locked the door, and the two of them walked up the street.

Summer felt intimidated just being in her presence, but kept her pace with Asa. “Ms. Asa, can I ask you something?”

“Certainly.”

“Angela says you’re an Aphrodite. That you used to be a superhero called the Iron Crane.”

Asa looked at her as if expecting the question. “That was a long time ago. I haven’t worn that costume in years. I’m not in that life anymore. I run my bookstore and my martial arts school. I’m content.”

“But why did you stop?”

“My old team disbanded.”

“After everything you all did Delta City? My friend Carla sent me her notes she had on all of you. You guys were huge! How come I never hear much about any of you anymore?”

“We wanted it that way. It was better for the city to move on after our time was over,” Asa explained.

“What happened to the others?”

“Those of us who are still alive simply went our separate ways. I still speak to some of them on occasion, but I lost contact with others a long time ago. It’s simply the way of things. I hope they’re well, but I try not to dwell on it.”

Summer paused and then spoke up. “What about Naomi?”

Asa stopped walking and took a deep breath. She then kept walking. “I do not wish to talk about her.”

“Right...I...I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Asa said, smiling slightly.

“How do you and Angela know each other?”

“When she and Brenda, and your mother, actually, were just starting out, I helped them on occasion. First from the shadows, and then in the open when the situation called for it.” Asa laughed slightly. “You should have seen them in those earliest days, fumbling around, unsure of what they were doing. Much like I’m sure you are now.”

“Hey!”

Asa laughed and Summer laughed at herself in turn. Asa then stopped, and Summer did as well.

“This toy is a gift for your friend, yes?” Asa asked.

Summer nodded.

“Good. Value your friends, keep them close. Especially in this life. It will be up to you all to carry the torch when your mentors no longer can. Just as it will be on you to mentor whomever comes next.”

“Oh…”

Asa continued “This life demands a lot of responsibility. It’s not a burden to take lightly.”

“Yeah, my mom tells me the same,” Summer said. “Sometimes I think she doubts I can do it.”

“Is she right?”

Summer started to answer but then paused.

“That isn’t a question you need to answer for me, but it is one you need to answer for yourself. I’ve seen misfortune fall on too many young people who figured out the hard way this life wasn’t for them. Don’t be like them.”

Summer nodded as the two of them continued. Before long, they reached a nondescript storefront and Asa led her inside. The small, somewhat cramped space was filled with packaged action figures and other collectibles. There were countless other toys and models in lit display cases, and posters hung on the walls. Summer looked around at all of it while Asa led her to the back of the store where a short, middle-aged man was chatting with a younger man in a suit.

Summer noticed the man in the suit shoot a glare at Asa and she smirked at him in response. The shorter man smiled and waved at Asa and they had a short exchange in Japanese.

“That’s Terada-san,” Asa said. “He owns the shop, but he’s with a customer. We’ll have to wait for him to finish before we ask him if he has your toy.”

“Okay,” Summer said. “I’m gonna have a look around.”

Asa nodded and Summer walked off. It didn’t take her long to wander through a separate part of the store behind a curtain of beads. This somewhat dark, windowless section of the shop had shelves lined with erotic comics, body pillows with naked, shapely, anime characters, models of nude heroines, and shelves of animated and live-action Japanese porn and adult video games.

Summer looked back and then walked in farther, browsing the shelves. Inside, she caught the eye of a big man wearing a suit as he looked through a comic. Summer noticed his very visible erection and he stared at her for several uncomfortable seconds before Summer moved on.

She found herself in front of a shelf of porn DVDs with posters of various young porn stars just above her. She picked up one DVD, all of the text on its packaging in Japanese and looked at the front and back covers. A naked man had a young woman bent over in front of him, her face twisted in pleasure. The man was kissing a second young woman at the same time. Summer bit her lip and rubbed her neck. Her nipples were hard and she could feel herself growing wet as she looked at the images on the cover. She picked up another DVD, this one, she noticed, featured models with tits just as big as any of the Aphrodites she knew. Some were pleasuring themselves, some had toys or partners.

Summer’s fingers lingered to her crotch as she began rubbing the outside of her leggings. She let out a soft moan and looked to her left at a doorway. The words “viewing booth” glowed neon above, with what Summer assumed was the Japanese translation under it. She started toward it when she was cut off by the big man in the suit. A grin was on his face as he put his hands in his pockets.

Summer backed up and turned when she heard someone else behind her. It was another man in a suit, this one with with long, spiky hair and a toothpick in his mouth. Both men had stiff erections in their pants as they approached the teen.

“Hey there, blondie,” the big man said. “Remember us?”

“What?” Summer blinked. “I have no idea who you guys are.”

“You stole from our boss. He’s gonna want a word with you,” Spiky hair said. They closed in, and the one with the spiky hair grabbed Summer’s ass and squeezed. “You still owe the boss a debt and he wants what’s his…” he whispered.

Summer clenched her first, preparing to fight the two off, when a voice came from the entryway.

“Kano! Haruno!”

They turned to see the man who was talking to Terada. He had a shaved head and a close cut beard on his face. He raised the bag and looked at his two men. “I have it. We’re leaving.”

The two men, Kano and Haruno, nodded and pushed past Summer to leave. Kano, the big man, slapped Summer’s ass and blew her a kiss as they left.

Summer walked out well after them and Asa approached her, watching the men in the suits.

“Are you all right? Did those men touch you?” Asa asked.

“It’s fine…” Summer growled. “Do you know them?”

“They’re from the Ida family, a branch of the Kiyota Clan Yakuza group.” (Author’s note: The name is pronounced with a long ‘e’, so Ee-duh, not eye-duh.)

“What?” Summer blinked.

“Yakuza. Organized crime. The Kiyota Clan is one of the two Yakuza groups fighting for control of Delta’s criminal underworld. Angela and your mother have never mentioned them before?”

“No,” Summer answered.

“Well, you shouldn’t be in any immediate danger…” Asa said, watching the three as they left. “Come, Terada-san is ready for us.” Asa then turned and looked at Summer. “...Why are your nipples hard?”

Summer looked down at her nipples, poking at the inside of her top, and quickly covered up, walking away before she could answer.

“Ah, Asa, good evening,” Ukyo Terada smiled a kindly smile and bowed. “What can I help you with?”

Asa smiled and bowed, and then elbowed Summer, who caught on and bowed too. “Terada-san, this young lady is looking for an item for her friend. We think you may be able to help.”

“Uh, yes sir,” Summer said. “I’m looking for a rare action figure from Super Star Busters of Rio Kaiba. The one without the helmet.”

Terada’s shoulders dropped and he shook his head. “I’m sorry, young lady...I did have one such figure, but I just sold it to the men who just left the store.”

Summer’s jaw dropped.

“Perhaps,” Terada started. “I could interest you in this figure of Psycho Cobra?” he said, grabbing a figured of a villainous looking character in black armor.

“Uh, no, thank you,” Summer said before leaving the store and running outside. She ran out on the sidewalk and turned just in time to see Haruno walk around the corner. She ran after him and rounded the corner to see him and Kano, along with the third man, approaching a waiting car.

“Hey!” she yelled after them.

They turned to face her and Kano smirked.

“I need that,” she pointed to the bag the third man carried. Kano looked where she pointed and then approached her along with Haruno.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, especially with what you owe us,” Kano said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’ve never met any of you before!” She insisted.

The third man put the bag on the car. “That the thief who stole from the boss?”

“Sure is, Shimada,” Haruno said. “We oughta drag her ass back to the office and make her answer for that.”

“Well,” Shimada said. “Go get her.”

Kano and Haruno chuckled and charged at her, throwing punches that Summer was able to weave past. She hit Haruno with two quick jabs and ducked another punch from Kano before grabbing the big man’s arm, kicking his leg from under him, and tossing him to the parking lot surface. Haruno yelled and wrapped his arms around her waist, but Summer kicked her legs out and fell forward, throwing him over her shoulder.

She stood up, a proud look on her face only to get sent flying when Shimada hit her with a flying kick. Summer tumbled back across the ground and tried to get up, but Shimada stepped on her neck and kept her down.

“Well, this is pretty interesting,” Shimada said coolly. “I guess I need to teach you a lesson before we take you to the boss, blondie.”

Kano and Haruno, having recovered, joined Shimada and Summer growled at them. Shimada lifted his foot and Kano grabbed her by her hair and yanked her to her feet. He planted a big fist in her tight stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She slumped in his grip and Haruno grabbed her leggings and began pulling them off while licking his lips.

“That’s enough.”

The three of them turned to see Asa standing a few feet away.

“Let her go,” Asa demanded.

“Ah...the former super-bitch,” Shimada taunted. “Been wanting a taste of you for a while. Even if you are an old lady.”

Asa narrowed her eyes at him. The three thugs approached and Kano dropped Summer to the ground.

“Summer, on your feet,” Asa said.

Summer groaned and stood up, holding her stomach.

Haruno charged first, and his punched got turned aside with an open palm that Asa slapped against his arm. She then nailed him with a roundhouse kick that sent him sprialing through the air. Before he hit the ground, Asa charged and put Kano on the ground with a flying knee. She rolled forward and crouched in front of Shimada, who paused.

“Holy shit…” Summer gasped.

“I will not warn you again. This girl is not who you think she is,” Asa told Shimada.

“She’s right, Shimada,” another woman spoke.

That woman, this one also wearing a suit, stood by the Yakuza members’ car. Her blouse was undone at the top few buttons, showing off her pale cleavage and a bit of the tattoos on her chest. Her reddish brown hair framed her narrow face as she leaned back against the car. “I guess all blonde white girls look the same to you idiots.”

“Hello, Yukawa,” Asa said, standing up.

“Sensei...” Yukawa nodded. “I didn’t think I’d see you coming out to play.” She pulled her blouse aside, exposing part of her chest. “How about you and I spend some time together?”

“Take your men and go.”

“You sure you don’t want to play with me?” Yukawa asked in a mock hurt tone. “I can be gentle.”

Asa flexed her fingers and made a fist.

Yukawa watched her and chuckled. “How about a bet, sensei?” Yukawa presented the packaged action figure. “A friendly spar between you and me. If you win, you get this. If I win, you and the white girl have to sell your asses in the boss’s business.”

Shimada walked back to the car while Kano and Haruno got up and limped back. Summer walked past them and joined Asa, who exchanged a heated look with Yukawa. Yukawa looked Asa up and down, and licked her lips while waiting for a response.

“Who is that?” Summer asked in a whisper.

“Hitomi Yukawa, the top assassin of the Ida family and one of boss Ida’s personal attack dogs. She’s a sadist of the worst kind and extremely dangerous.”

“What does she mean by her boss’s business?”

“A brothel…” Asa answered plainly.

Summer swallowed a lump in her throat. “...And why did she call you sensei?”

“I taught her to fight,” Asa responded. “I am not proud of it in hindsight. I make poor choices when it comes to my students, it seems.”

“Well, we have to do something. They thought I was someone else and she might be in danger.”

Asa sighed. “The woman they were talking about...it’s the thief you know as Esha.”

“What?!” Summer gasped.

Asa nodded. “Some months ago, Esha was hired by boss Ida to steal an heirloom from a rival group. She stole it, but kept it for herself. To add insult, Esha stole an heirloom from Boss Ida, as they were a pair. He has had a bounty on her since. There were rumors that Esha had been spotted in Tokyotown. I suppose that’s what Kano and Haruno were acting on.”

“Oh…” Summer nodded. “Well that bitch deserves whatever happens to her. Let’s just leave…I’ll figure something else out for a gift.” 

“No,” Asa said. “Yukawa turning out the way she did is a stain on my honor. I have to fix this.” Asa then stepped forward. “I will fight you, Hitomi. But I will not put the girl at risk. If I lose, I am yours and me alone.”

Summer stepped back nervously.

Yukawa chuckled and set the toy aside. “Okay. I’m gonna get first taste.” She then removed her jacket and undid her blouse, showing her lean physique and healthy breasts held by a simple black bra. The heads of two dragons inked onto her skin snaked over her shoulders and she shifted into a fighting stance.

Asa nodded and took a fighting stance.

“Can you take her?” Summer asked.

“I taught her everything she knows,” Asa said with the faintest smirk. “I did not teach her everything I know.”

Yukawa charged forward, throwing a series of punches that made Asa step back, block and knock them aside. When she tried to knee Yukawa, Yukawa blocked with her own leg and then stopped the next two kick attempts Asa threw at her. Asa threw a punch and Yukawa slipped to the side, grabbing Asa’s arm. She then twisted Asa’s arm behind her and slammed her face first into a nearby wall. Yukawa pressed her tits against Asa’s back when she leaned in.

“Have you lost your touch, sensei?” Yukawa taunted before licking the side of Asa’s face. Asa growled as Yukawa spun her around and pinned her to the ground. She then and sat down on Asa’s head while slapping the older woman’s shapely ass. Asa let out a yelp and Yukawa’s men laughed.

Yukawa then spun around, straddled Asa’s waist and leaned in so she was laying on top of her. “I always wanted you, sensei,” Yukawa said, whispering in Asa’s ear. “All those nights we spent training in the dojo, sweaty, grunting. That’s why I wanted to get stronger, so I’d have you at my mercy like this one day.” She then pulled Asa’s hair and lifted her head while snaking a hand down and grabbing her tits. “Did you know I used to spy on you while you were showering? Those curves...that perfect body…” she chuckled while cupping Asa’s tits in her other hand. “The day I always dreamed of is here. They’re all mine now.”

“You’re going to keep dreaming, Hitomi,” Asa said, mustering enough strength to push herself up despite Yukawa’s weight on her back. With a grunt of effort, Asa threw Yukawa off of her and jumped to her feet.

Yukawa stood back up and growled at Asa before attacking again. She threw more punches and Asa stepped back, blocking and knocking them aside. She then threw her knee and Yukawa smirked, expecting to block, but Asa pulled her attack short at the last minute and made Yukawa overextend. Asa then grabbed one leg and swept the other, knocking Yukawa to the ground. She grunted when she landed on her back and Asa sat on her waist, forcing Yukawa to block as Asa rained punches on her face.

The Yakuza hitwoman screamed and cursed and Asa kept hitting her. When she tried to block, Asa slapped her hands aside and hit her harder. Even beaten, Yukawa maintained a defiant expression. “I will beat you one day, sensei!” she vowed.

“Not today, Hitomi. You’re done,” Asa said before landing one final punch. Yukawa grunted and fell unconscious.

Asa sighed, tied her hair back into a ponytail and got up. She looked at Shimada, who eyed her with burning contempt. He then said something calmly in Japanese and Kano and Haruno snapped to attention before running to Yukawa and dragging her unconscious body back to the car. Shimada threw the packaged toy to Asa and got in the car without another word, started it, and drove off.

Asa watched them go and then turned to Summer and handed her the toy.

“That was amazing!” Summer beamed.

“It was a long time coming,” Asa told her. “I know I’ll be seeing her again.”

“Thanks for your help,” Summer told her, holding up the toy. “I owe you.”

Asa put her hand on the girl’s shoulder, nodded, and started to walk off.

“Wait,” Summer called after her. “Why don’t you join us? We could always use the help.”

Asa stopped and and turned back to her. “No. It didn’t work out the last time. I’m not eager to go through that again. Be safe getting home, Summer.” Asa then walked away.

“Can I at least come to your dojo sometime?” Summer asked.

Asa looked back at her, smiled, and nodded. “Feel free to bring your friends if you’d like. Good night, Summer.”

III

Summer sat at the counter inside a ramen restaurant somewhere in Tokyotown. Christmas music filled the space through the speakers as the chef slid a steaming bowl of pork belly, egg, noodles, and assorted vegetables. Her mouth watered at the sight and even the packaged figure of  Rio Kaiba seemed to stare at the food.

“Get your own!” Summer said before putting the toy face down and picking up her chopsticks. She took a bite of pork and then slurped some of the noodles and sighed. “Oh, my god…”

“You’re gonna need to change your panties after eating here,” a voice said.

Summer turned to see Esha sitting next to her while a smile on her luscious lips. The thief wore her trademark mask and a heavy winter coat over her body. She smiled and blew Summer a kiss. “Aren’t you Axanna Morgan’s kid?”

Summer eyed her closely.

Esha plucked a piece of pork from Summer’s bowl and ate it. “You know, I watched that little dust up with the Yakuza. Looks like I got to the hobby shop just a bit late.”

Summer looked at the toy and grabbed it, holding it close.

“Now...I’m curious, how does Summer Morgan know thee Iron Crane? I guess that kind of thing comes naturally when you’re mom is one of the city’s most powerful people. Either way, she did me a favor getting those Ida family goons out of my way. No way I could take them or Crane in a fight. I’ll be taking that now,” Esha said, pointing to the toy. “Boss Ida wants it, so I want it.”

“No!” Summer protested.

“Yes,” Esha said before striking out with her foot. She kicked Summer’s stool out from under her, making her fall over.

Summer screamed and put her hands out to catch herself so she didn’t faceplant on the floor. By the time she was up, Esha was out the door with the toy in hand.

“Crap!” Summer said. She began to run after Esha but stopped and went into her coat pocket. She produced a wad of cash and tossed it on the counter. “Sorry!” she said to the chef before running out as the restaurant patrons and staff looked on, confused.

Out on the sidewalk, Summer turned to the sound of people yelling as Esha pushed past them and she ran after the thief. “Esha! Get back here!” the teen screamed at the thief. She watched Esha dart into an alley and quickly followed. Summer paused at a dead end and then looked up, seeing Esha scrambling to the rooftops via the building fire escapes. Summer smirked and leapt onto a closed dumpster. With a push of her lean, shapely legs, the busty teen leapt up and onto the fire escape and powered her way up, closing the distance between her and Esha.

Esha made it to the roof of the building and ran, only to grunt and cry out when Summer tackled her from behind. They rolled across the ground and both women quickly got back to their feet. The action figure lay on the ground between them as Esha growled.

“Your a persistent little rabbit, aren’t you?” Esha said, smirking.

Summer faked a smile. “Just walk away and I’ll forget all about this.”

“Can’t do it, honey. You’re a little too old to be playing with toys, anyway. Well, those kinds of toys,” Esha said.

“Don’t make me fight you, Esha.”

Esha moved some of her hair out of her eyes and took a fighting stance. “Now...I’d last about 3 seconds against the Iron Crane, and maybe a bit longer against that crazy Yakuza bitch, but I’m pretty confident I can take a bratty teenager who still plays with dolls.”

Summer sighed and took a fighting stance. She and Esha eyed each other, waiting on the other to make the first move. Esha then looked past Summer.

“What the hell is that…?”

“Do you really think I’m gonna fall for that?!” Summer scoffed.

“No, seriously, look!” Esha pointed.

Summer hesitated, not wanting to take her eyes off the thief. Esha then huffed and walked over to her. She grabbed Summer’s shoulders and turned the girl around. On the opposite rooftop, framed by the moonlight, was a figure clad in sleek, black armor with glowing red eyes on his helmet. Once he had their attention he leapt across the gap and landed on their rooftop, a few feet from them.

He stood at his full height and eyed the two of them.

“I’ve seen him before…” Summer said, searching her memory. She then glanced at the action figure on the ground. “Wait! He’s from that show! Terada called him...Crazy Snake?”

Esha picked up the toy and looked on the back of the packaging. “Psycho Cobra?” she asked, holding it out for Summer to see.

“Yes!” Summer exclaimed, looking at an image of Psycho Cobra’s action figure on the back.

“Wait...this isn’t for you?” Esha asked.

“No, but that isn’t important. Why are we about to be attacked by a TV character?”

“You are!” Esha said, pushing Summer forward.

“Ah!” the surprised teen screamed and stumbled forward. Psycho Cobra pushed her to the side and ran after the fleeing Esha, grabbing her by her hair and tossing her to the ground. Summer turned and charged, hitting him with a flying kick that sent him staggering back. He regained his footing and when Summer tried to follow with a series of punches, Psycho Cobra blocked them and hit her hard in the stomach, doubling her over.

“Agh!” she cried out, falling to her knees. He stood over both blondes silently, watching them.

“Who is this guy?” Esha asked, climbing to her feet.

Summer got up too and stood next to Esha. “I don’t know, but we need to work together.”

Esha sighed. “Fine.”

With that, Psycho Cobra attacked again, moving faster than either woman could react. He had them both in his grip, squeezing their necks hard. Summer punched and kicked, trying to get free and Esha put her feet to his chest, trying to push her way out.

“I think you’ll find escape quite impossible,” a voice spoke from the shadows.

Both Summer and Esha turned to the source of the voice and the Geek stepped out of the shadows, wrapped in a long overcoat with a smile on his face. “Ladies,” the scrawny villain said to them.

“Geek?!” Esha said. “This is one your damned robots, isn’t it?!”

“You’re not as dumb as people say,” The Geek taunted, walking up to his captives. On the way, he picked up the figure. “A rare Rio Kaiba variant. It’ll look nice on my shelf,” he nodded. “And you two will look nice in the cage I keep in my hobby room.”

“Let us go!” Summer demanded.

“In time,” the Geek promised, cupping Summer’s ass with his free hand. “You know, I never thought I’d catch the daughter of Axanna Morgan out in the open. It must be a Christmas miracle! I think I’ll keep you for myself,” he said, running his hand up the struggling teen’s thigh. “As for Esha. I hear a Mr. Izumo Ida has quite the hefty reward out for you.”

“Shit!” Esha cursed.

“Perhaps I’ll just pop over to the Ida family office and hand you over. I hear white women are quite popular with the Kiyota clan bosses. Blondes especially.” He stepped close to the captured thief. “Or maybe I’ll keep you for myself.”

“You pimply little shit! Let me go!” Esha demanded.

“I don’t think so,” Geek laughed, ripping open Esha’s coat. “Not when I have you like this. I built this robot to be able to battle the likes of Americana, and Lady Midnight and the rest of those cows. I was actually out here tonight because I heard that old heroine the Iron Crane was still around. I wanted to test him against her first. I’m starting to think I simply overshot.” 

“You limp-dick little…”

Esha grunted when the Geek slapped her with the back of his hand. “I guess I’m going to have to teach you some manners first. Fine. We’ll all go back to my lair and…”

Before he could finish, the light in Psycho Cobra’s eyes fluttered and died. The robot’s grip loosened and both women were free.

“Wait…” the Geek paused. “No, no, no!!”

Summer and Esha gripped their necks and looked on in confusion.

“Stupid, cheap battery!” The Geek kicked the inactive robot. “The charge was supposed to last 3 hours!”

Esha walked over and smacked the Geek in his head.

“Ow!”

Esha pushed him. “I should stomp your balls for this!”

“Neither one of you is getting away,” Summer said, taking out her cell phone. “I’m calling the cops!”

Esha dashed at her and jumped, kicking her in the chest and knocking the phone from her hand. “Like hell you are.” She then kicked the phone off the roof and grabbed the action figure. “I’ll leave you two little nerds to it. I’m out of here.”

“No!” The Geek shouted, running and tackling Esha to the ground.

“Hey!” the thief screamed in surprise as the two of them wrestled on the ground in a tangle of limbs. The Geek had Esha pinned down as she pushed back against him. He grabbed and felt on the busty thief’s tits and Esha pushed his face, trying to get him off of her.

“That figure is mine!” The Geek swore.

“Get your greasy hands off of me!” Esha growled.

Summer watched them and quietly edged toward the toy. While they continued wrestling and tumbling, she scooped it up and ran for the door that would lead her inside. Just before she reached it however, the door burst open and Yukawa and about half a dozen of her men spilled onto the roof.

Summer stepped back in surprise and Geek and Esha stopped wrestling. Geek was pinned under Esha with his hands on her tits and Esha had her hands around his neck.

“Shit…” Esha uttered.

“Hello again,” Yukawa grinned. “Are we interrupting?”

Summer eyed the group and stepped back.

“It’s a good thing you three idiots made so much noise, else my people never would have known you were up here. Boss Ida tasked us with bringing him that stupid toy. If I showed up without it, I was going to have to chop off a finger,” Yukawa explained, holding up her slim hand. “And I like my fingers where they are.” She then looked past Summer and at the Geek and Esha. “Ah...there’s Esha.” She then looked behind her. “See Kano, Haruno, they don’t all look alike, do they?”

“No, Yukawa-san…” the two hapless henchman said with downcast looks.

Yukawa smirked and held out her hand to Summer. “May I have that, please?”

“No,” Summer stood defiant. She then felt air expel form her lungs as, with a lightning-fast move, Yukawa roundhouse kicked her hard enough in the stomach to knock her to the ground.

“Take them,” Yukawa ordered calmly.

The Yakuza goons stormed the roof and Esha and the Geek quickly broke apart and got up. Esha bolted for the edge of the room and leapt off, pulling a grappling gun from her coat and firing at another roof.

“Later, losers!” she laughed while swinging away.

Yukawa sighed and turned to the Geek and Summer, who backed into each other as the Yakuza surrounded them. “All right, we’ll give the girl to the boss.”

“What about the little guy?” Shimada asked, walking up next to her.

Yukawa walked up to the Geek and put her finger under his chin. A sadistic grin crossed her face. “I have a cage big enough for this one.”

IV

Summer pulled against the chains wrapped around her wrists that kept her arms suspended above her head. The wooden floor was cold beneath her bare feet and when she looked across the spacious room, the three middle-aged Japanese men, all seated on the floor, watched the captive teen with hungry looks in their eyes.

One man was thin, with a balding head and a scar across his left eye. The other was a man with a full head of dark, slicked-back hair and a portly belly. The man in the middle was solidly built, with thick muscle and a mustache on his face. Tattoos peeked out from under his dark Kimono.

Yukawa slid her thin hands over Summer’s naked body and rested her chin on the girl’s shoulders and looked at the three men.

“Who is this girl, Yukawa?” the man in the center asked. “This is not the thief who stole from me.”

“No, Ida-san, but she did try to take the prize you sent me and the others to retrieve.”

Boss Izumo Ida picked up his prized action figure and nodded. “I see. Shimada tells me the thief escaped.”

Yukawa stepped back and lowered her head. “She did, boss. I’ll go look for her.”

Boss Ida held up his hand. “Not tonight. You’ve done well enough bringing me this one. Shimada says you captured another. A male.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You may keep him. I have no interest in him,” Boss Ida said before standing up. He was a tall man, imposing. “Instead, this young blonde will entertain me, Shoji-san, and Oshiro-san for the night,” he motioned to his guests. He walked over to Summer and put his hand on the girl’s chin, making her look up. “You may go, Yukawa.”

She bowed and and slapped Summer on her ass, causing the teen to yelp. “Have fun,” she whispered in the girl’s ear before walking out of the room. After she left, Oshiro and Shoji both got up and approached the girl with predatory looks on their faces. Boss Ida gripped a tit and smirked while Summer looked on helplessly as Ida’s two friends began to take their clothes off, stiff erections in their pants and grins on their faces.

Summer moaned lightly as Boss Ida gripped her vulnerable supple flesh in his hands, playing with her tits. His touch was warm, and she felt something in her core at the man’s muscular body pressing against her naked back. Despite herself, the captive teen winced as the Yakuza head continued teasing his fingertips across his skin, planting light kisses on her neck and shoulders. The chains holding her wrists rattled and she curled her toes. She lost herself for a moment, coming back to reality only when she felt another set of hands on her body. Shoji, the thin man with the scar on his eye, had one hand on her waist and put the other behind her head as he pulled her in for a kiss. His lean body pressed against her, his stiffened cocked probed at her thigh, and Summer took in his taste as their tongues met and entwined.

Behind her, boss Ida squeezed the meat of the girl’s ass and, at the same time, poked at its plump curves with the head of his cock. He slid it down, the tip drawing across the sensitive skin. He kicked at Summer’s ankles, making her spread her legs, and he guided himself, gently, into the teen’s damp snatch, drawing out a muffled gasp as his swollen member eased in. Once he was in, Boss Ida gripped her slim hips and began thrusting, slowly and steadily. Summer’s cries were lost in her throat, as she continued kissing Shoji.

The busty blonde teen was sandwiched between the two older men, completely at their mercy with no hope of escaping. Ida’s cock stretched her insides, seemingly pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust of the boss’s hips. He grunted, his breath hot against her bare back, and continued pushing himself in and pulling out. His hips slammed against her ass and she grunted with each push, but that just made Shoji pull her in tight, made her feel like she was nothing but a piece of meat being fought over by two animals.

As boss Ida continued fucking her from behind, Shoji pulled back, biting down on Summer’s lip for a moment before letting go. She moaned as she felt Ida grab her thighs and, without breaking his pace, lift her legs and tuck them under his muscular arms so that she was suspended in the air. As she rose, Shoji got down on his knees, sticking his tongue out with his cock in his hand. He began stroking it while taking a tit in his mouth, biting at the flesh and sucking on the erect nipple.

At the same time, Summer inhaled deep and looked up as Oshiro walked up to her, his own thick cock in his hand before he inched it toward her face. He slapped it against the girl’s forehead, seized a fistful of the girl’s blonde locks, and then forced it into her mouth. She nearly gagged at first, but quickly collected herself as Oshiro pushed his dick back as far as it would go.

Summer lapped up the man’s taste as he shoved her face into his crotch, holding it there while Ida had his way with her pussy and Shoji continued devouring her plump tits. The chains holding her arms in place continued rattling, and the captive teen couldn’t do anything but grip the chains and curl her toes, moaning as she tried to fight back the mounting pleasure that came from the three-way assault on her supple, lithe body.

With every passing moment, she felt her mind slipping. She felt her body giving itself fully to these three men, as they made it their playground. Their hands, mouths, and cocks could do whatever they wanted, and all Summer could do was accept that as her fate. Oshiro pulled his cock from her mouth and Summer sucked in a breath of air before looking up at the portly, dark haired man. He looked down at her and grinned, his cock still standing at attention and the head beginning to drip. She looked at up him with a wanting look in her blue eyes and stuck out her tongue.

Just as Oshiro chuckled and prepared to fuck her face, Shoji bit at her nipples and Boss Ida thrust deeper, harder, faster into her pussy.

***

Christmas music wafted through the speakers in the windowless room lined with Christmas lights and a tree about six feet tall in the corner blinked with red and green lights as the Geek struggled against the ropes around his wrists. He was naked except for a pair of tight, white brief underwear and his glasses, and a cold chill ran through his skinny body when he heard light footsteps outside the door to the room.

The door creaked open and Yukawa poked her heard in. Her reddish-brown hair was covered by a red Santa hat and and a wide grinned crossed her face when she saw the Geek. She stepped in, showing that nothing covered her lean body except a light blue thong with a snowman on the crotch and a pair of boots with spiked heels. Her piereced nipples were erect and the bright colors of her tattoos stood in stark contrast to her pale skin. When the Geek saw her, he swallowed a lump on his throat and tried to fight the growing erection between his legs.

Yukawa walked in with her hands behind her back. "I love Christmas," she said, looking at the lights and tree, spinning around as she did. Geek caught himself staring at her shapely ass. "There's no other time of year like it, is there?"

Geek stayed quiet and shook his head.

Yukawa smiled and slipped behind him, running her hands across his narrow chest while resting her chin on his shoulders. "Only...I didn't get the only thing I wanted this year. Almost, but I guess Santa didn't want to bring it to me."

"What was that...?" Geek asked.

"My old sensei..." Yukawa answered, tracing her fingers up his stomach. Her nails scratched the surface of his skin. "...tied up and topped with a pretty bow under my tree..." she said, nodding to the tree in the corner. "Ah well...maybe next year. I'll have to make do with this present instead," she said, grinning as she grabbed the Geek's swollen cock. He whimpered as Yukawa kicked his knees out from under him and made him fall to the wooden floor. She then walked around him, putting her spiked heel on his chest and forcing him onto his back. She put her hands on her shapely hips and looked down at him. "You belong to me now, little boy. Make this interesting for me, or I might get angry."

The Geek winced at the menace in her tone, but his cock stayed erect.

Yukawa stomped on spike heel next to his head. "My boot is dirty. Clean it."

Geek whimpered and look up at her.

"I said clean it!" Yukawa screamed.

Geek rolled over and began kissing her boot, tasting its leather. Suddenly, Yukawa grabbed his hair and shoved his face into the boot.

"Lick it," she told him, and he did. Drawing his tongue on her shoe. Her tone, her forcefulness, all of it worked to keep Geek's cock erect as he continued taking in the taste of Yukawa's boot. She then fell to her knees and forced the Geek's head up her leg, making him lick her naked thigh. He breathed deep, taking in her taste, her scent – a perfume that smelled something like vanilla -, and the warmth of her skin. He kissed and licked, and Yukawa giggled as she continued gripping his hair.

"Such a good puppy," she said, pulling his hair and forcing his head up to her crotch. With her other hand, she slid her panties down her thighs. His gaze hovered on her swollen clit before she shoved his face into her pussy. "Now, eat," she told him.

And so he plunged his tongue into her waiting pussy. It was tight, sweet, and damp on his tongue. She moaned lightly, shoving his face in farther, and the Geek, with his hands bound, balled his hands into fists and began slurping up the shapely Asian assassin's cunt. She thrust her hips back and forth, forcing Geek to bob his head back and forth.

"You like that, puppy?" Yukawa taunted, shoving his face into her. "You like a bitch like me telling you what to do?"

"Yes ma'am..." Geek uttered.

"You'll address me as Yukawa-sama," she told him.

"Yes, Yukawa-sama."

"Now, suck it harder," she told him, smacking him on the face. And so he did. Geek sucked on the lips of Yukawa's pussy, nibbled at her clit, and drove his tongue in, tasting her insides and causing her to moan as he did.

"Make me cum, or I'm going to hurt you," she ordered.

Geek continued his efforts, and whimpered when he felt her grab his stiffened cock and began stroking it.

"If I make you cum first, you're in trouble."

Geek gasped and pushed himself hard as Yukawa stroked him. Before long, she rolled him over, pinning his skinny body under her, and began riding his face. She pressed her weight down on his head, gasping and crying out as she continued eating, licking, biting. She squeezed the sides of his head with her thighs, grinding her hips and working his cock.

"How do I taste, puppy?" she asked, lifting her ass just long enough for him to answer.

"Heavenly, Yukawa-sama," he gasped.

"Good puppy," she laughed before sitting back down and continuing. Geek moaned and whimpered under her domination as she continued overpowering him. He continued devouring her, and with one hand on Geek's chest, Yukawa dragged her nails across the soft skin of his torso and leaving shallow scratches. She gasped, let out a high-pitched yelp. Her thighs twitched, her body convulsed, and her juices began flowing over the Geek's face. He nearly gagged as Yukawa let up and let herself drip on him. She rubbed herself, covering her hand, and spread her moisture on his face, making him lick and lap up her fingers. He lay under her, legs spread, tongue out, cock standing tall.

She chuckled and rubbed her hands across his body before shifting. "That cock is mine," she said to him while playing with the shaft and squeezing the balls. "And I'll do what I want with it until I get bored."

She squatted over Geek's body and lowered herself onto his shaft. She began bouncing up in down, the Geek's member pushing in deep. The Geek breathed, moaned, gasped, as Yukawa rode him. She ran her hands up his stomach, up his chest, and put her hands on his neck, squeezing gently while continuing to fuck him.

Her shapely ass clapped with the motion. She squeezed tighter with one hand and put the other over his mouth. "No sounds, puppy," she ordered. He lay under her, his eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned and gasped while picking up her pace. Her ass slammed on his narrow hips, his cock pushed deeper, and Geek moaned into Yukawa's palm. He tried holding out, tried putting his mind somewhere else, but her touch, her taste, her feel, made it impossible.

Geek's body stiffened and he felt himself burst as his cum filled Yukawa's snatch. She gasped, smirked and stopped, still sitting on his shaft.  She moved her hands down to his stomach before bending forward so her face hovered over his.

"Got a little excited, did you?" She smiled. "This is your life now, puppy. On your back, all the time." She sat up and traced a finger down his body. "Don't disappoint me. You don't want to know what happens when I get mad," she said with a menacing grin before getting up. Cum dripped from her pussy as she stood.

"Yes, ma'am..." Geek then groaned when Yukawa stepped on his chest and grinded her spiked heel. "Y...yes Yukawa-sama!"

She smiled, satisfied, picked up her panties and threw them onto the Geek's face before walking out.

The Geek simply laid back and sighed, his cock still dripping as he took in the smell of her pussy while listening to the clack of her heels.

***

Summer lay on the floor, arms and legs spread as every muscle in her thin, naked body twitched with the lingering effects of the multiple orgasms the three middle-aged men gave her. Her tits, caked in cum, rose and fell with her ragged breathing. She stared listlessly at the ceiling while her pussy dripped into a puddle under her ass. Her thighs quivered as she moaned and the rest of her body refused to obey her as she tried to get up.

Boss Ida stood over the paralyzed teen with his hands behind his back. His flaccid cock dripped and his thick mustache shifted as he smirked. He looked up at Shoji, who wiped a sheen of sweat from his bald head, and Oshiro, who pat his belly and chuckled in contentment and the three men nodded to each other and laughed.

“I need a drink after all of that, Ida-san,” Oshiro said.

Ida laughed and slapped him on the back. “Then let us see what I have in my liquor cabinet, my friend!” The two men walked off and Shoji took his semi-flaccid cock in his hand, stroking a few times before he let out a bit more cum that landed on Summer’s face. He then stepped over her and ran to catch up to the others.

Summer let out another moan as she lapped up Shoji’s cum on her face. She could only move her eyes as two of Ida’s men entered the room, grabbed her by her arms and legs, and dragged her away.