Kiko and the Master of Sitonyou (1/3) (M/F, Kung Fu bondage, Silly)




        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 recieve 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."