By Nickamano.

- I hate doing these "Legal" things, I don't see how there are necessary, but everyone else does them and who am I to rock-the-boat... Ahem:
Obviously 'TENCHU' and the characters therein don't belong to Nickamano, he "borrowed" them from Acclaim and the Japanese development company - Acquire (without permission).  He did it all for fun and not for profit - of which there was none earned.
Right, that's enough of that, lets get down to it -

TO TENCHU FANS. This is a reworking of the second level of the original Playstation game - You all probably would be able to work that out for yourselves, but I'm telling you anyway. Parts of the locations maybe recognisable, but as I did it all from memory and re-sized a few areas it won't follow the game map correctly.
(I don't know why I said all that, it's not as if anyone will be going through the level and then complain to me that "There's no checkpoint there" or "That road doesn't lead there." E.t.c.)

CONTENT. There is graphic violence herein as well as my usual sexual content. Though much of the style of the sexual content is (debatably) closer to "Reluctant Consent", than straight forward "Non Consent". You decide for yourselves.
You have been warned though, if you don't like the sound of it stop reading around about... Now.

BACKGROUND. Lord Matsunoshin Gohda is one of the youngest Daimyo in Feudal Japan. He is a benevolent Lord and has few desires for expansion or war. He is a wise leader with a rich Han and a strong army - led by Naotada Sekiya - to protect his land and people.
The neighbouring Han belongs to the ancient power hungry and malevolent Suzuka clan. Controlled with an iron fist by their Patriarch Suzuka Masamune. His vast army has almost equal numbers of both Samurai and Shinobi.
Lord Gohda only uses a handful of highly trained Shinobi, to supplement his loyal army - the best of which are -
* Rikimaru Azuma - a 25 year old Ninja of Samurai class who is equal to any Samurai with his straight bladed Gatana sword: named "Izayoi" - which was constructed for him by the best sword smith in the country and is not only practically unbreakable, but also will cut through stone. Rikimaru is of the Azuma clan and has served Lord Gohda as a spy, bodyguard and assassin since he was 16. He is serious, extremely capable and the most loyal man his Lord has ever encountered.
* Ayame Miroku at 21 is a lively young Kunoichi, as capable with the kunai hand-knives as she is with poisons and her paired short swords. Ayame was picked up, an orphan, from a burned out village on the boarder of Suzuka's land. She was given over to Shiunsai - the head of the Gohda Shinobi clans and raised from birth in the ways of the Shinobi no Kunoichi.
An extremely pretty child Ayame was passed to the highly secretive (even from Gohda) Miroku Ninja clan who adopted the outcast child into their own family and taught her the ways of death by seduction - Yuwakujutsu.
She was invited into Lord Gohda's retinue, as a servant, concubine and playmate/friend to Princess Kiku - Lord Godha's young daughter - at the age of 14. Even at this young age her talents at Shinobijutsu and Yuwakujutsu were exemplary.

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THE STORY SO FAR -
Lord Gohda's spies have learned that Lord Suzuka, always attempting to expand the borders of his territory into Gohda's richer land, is planning a mass strategy - to raid and take over the entire Han in one fell swoop.
One of the spies was captured by the Suzuka. Though not before that spy was able to pass the stolen plans of Suzuka's strategy onto another of Godha's men - Rikimaru.
Ayame has been sent out to meet Rikimaru and escort him back through both Han's and into their castle home.
The Suzuka has sent a score plus of his Shinobi many disguised as bandits into a small town on the edge of the Gohda's castle's walls. The two returning Shinobi must pass through the town to gain entrance to the castle.
Large scale army confrontations at this stage would bring the war forward too quickly and both sides would suffer heavy losses - so this game of Shinobi cat-and-mouse is, for the moment at least, an essential evil.

TENCHU -- CHAPTER ONE --  PREPARATIONS AND FLASHBACKS.

Rikimaru and Ayame crouched down in a quickly dug out fox hole. It was covered with thin rice-straw mats and stripped tree branches with a soil and dead leaf covering as camouflage. They had a tiny candle flame covered with a thin bamboo tube to dim the light to a minuscule level.
Rikimaru had just completed copying the stolen plans onto another piece of paper with a tiny ink bottle and quill, taken from a Portuguese trader along the coastline a few miles back.
The quill was hard to write with as opposed to the superior Choryu ink brushes their own kind used.
Ayame had wanted to kill the Gaijin sailor and just take what they wanted from him. But Rikimaru had a little deeper knowledge of the ways of Gohda's Han. The Portuguese were a welcome source of income into the Han and if Gohda's soldiers went around killing them at random, it may cause larger problems in the future. And a sudden loss of that source of income.
Rikimaru had offered to trade something with the man, but they had little between them that wasn't essential for the mission. It had come down to Ayame. She really was a very pretty young thing and the sailor had been enticed by her looks and lust body.
>From Rikimaru's position it had been the ideal trade - they lost nothing, gained what they needed and with Ayame's talents the trade didn't would long.
Of course, she whined and complained about it, but Rikimaru - being male, older than Ayame and of Samurai class - outranked her in every way and she could do nothing except acquiesce.
She grumpily took the sailor by the hand and led him around the side of a wharf building and into a secluded alleyway. The kind of place gutter-trash street whores hung out and plied their trade.
  The girl wore grey Hakama that were tied down against her shapely calves from knee to ankle, to allow her easier movement. The wide legged trousers were tied low, below her waist, hanging from her bare, exposed and perfectly rounded hips. There was a kind of large "pocket" at the back of her Hakama, covering the upper curves of her round buttocks and housing the scabbards of her twin guard-less short swords. Her Kimono was a home-made design - sleeveless and short cropped, so that it ended above her midriff, the bottom hem was fixed against her creamy flesh with a tied drawstring, that constrained her breasts somewhat though allowed them to bounce around excitingly within her clothes. The upper third of her Kimono was a thick double layered wool that covered her shoulders, throat and jaw-line and was usually rolled down, though it could be lifted upwards to conceal her nose and mouth if necessary.
The sailor pushed Ayame back against a wall and pressed himself close to her, lowering his face and aiming his lips, almost completely hidden by the thick full beard - which Ayame found rather distasteful and barbaric - towards her own. Rikimaru was watching from the mouth of the alley so she couldn't really refuse the foreigners advances.
She lifted her face and allowed his thick hard lips to press against hers. He pushed hard, grunting at the feel of her soft cool flesh against his weather beaten rough textured skin. His thick tongue pushed forward from between his lips to mash against Ayame's, insisting on entry. Again Ayame allowed it, parting her lips against his while keeping up their heated kiss. His tongue immediately plunged into her mouth, it was thick and wet and it seemed almost impossibly long. It slid far into her mouth pushing past her own tongue and continued further and further inward seemingly right to the entrance to her throat. It was a shocking and uncomfortable feeling but she accepted it in silence.
He was moaning constantly into her open mouth now and his hands moved inward from where they had been grasping her upper arms. He cupped and squeezed her breasts through her Kimono. Ayame pulled at the draw string and loosened the bottom of the garment. Straight away the huge barbarian shoved one of his hands up her top and started to maul on her soft warm breasts, tweaking the nipples to full hardness with his fingers.
Not wanting to waste any more time Ayame started to loosen the ties and belts of her Hakama. She used one hand to tug her trousers down to her knees while with the other she lifted the front of her Kimono to free her breasts for the Gaijin's hands and salivating mouth.
He leaned down and sucked and nibbled at her cute pink nipples, Ayame hurried things on by unbuttoning his naval breeches and pulling out his partially erect penis.
She let out an involuntary gasp. It was the biggest penis she had ever seen.
She had seen and handled a total of twenty-six different penises in her short life. Three had belonged to members of the Miroku clan and had been made available for training purposes. One - the one she was best acquainted with, was Lord Gohda's. She was one of his favourite young concubines and she often entertained him with her expertise during the moonlight hours. All of the others had been related to missions, men she had had to seduce to gain positions inside castles or town houses, or even to get herself into the bed of her victim, or to pay for information.
Everyone was aware that these foreign barbarians were hugely built compared to the compact power of the Japanese, but the size of penises was always more of a rumour-mill based myth. The stuff of embarrassed fancy started by giggling children. Ayame had just met real life conclusive evidence of the rumours. Even half erect, as it seemed to be, she would need three hand's one on top of each of the others to enclose its length completely.
She used both hands to massage it to proper stiffness. The Gaijin was groaning deeply into her breasts as she quickly manipulated him into full hardness. The sailor grabbed a handful of Ayame's bosom and hefted them in his big hands. He moaned at the feel of her hands around his thickening shaft. Ayame gasped and inhaled deeply at the feel of his huge hands on her breasts, the rough hot texture of his huge hands was actually quite nice as he gently stroked and squeezed on her flesh. She licked her lips as he lowered his head again onto one breast and closed his mouth over the erect nipple.
  The Portuguese covered the nipple with his lips and squashed his face to her warm bosom as he sucked on her stiff pink bud. He licked across to the other breast and repeated his mouthing and sucking.
By now he was fully erect and could wait no longer. He released the young Kunoichi's breasts and placing his big hands on her hips, he turned her around so she was facing the wall and then pressed her up against it.
He gripped each of the cheeks of Ayame's lovely round ass and she tensed in nervous anticipation, thinking of the size of the shaft with which she was about to be penetrated. Luckily, her training had given her a highly developed control of her genitals and she let her juices flow liberally inside her hot tunnel, providing plenty of lubrication for the huge barbarian phallus.
The sailor reached in between her tight buttocks with one hand and pushed the bloated helmet of his large shaft between the slick and swollen lips of her tight and youthful vagina, filling the opening and stretching the walls of the hot tunnel around his firm girth.
Ayame groaned at the stretched, bloated feeling that rose through her like heated air.
It actually proved more pleasurable than it had been painful. As the sailor slowly fed his hard limb-like shaft into her tight though accommodating tunnel. Ayame thrust her chest forward, rubbing her erect nipples against the smooth wooden wall of the building that he had her pressed up against.
The barbarian, now fully inserted into the girl's hot vagina, reached around for her full pert bosom, took one breast in each hand and started to squeeze at their soft warm flesh, rubbing the hard dimpled tips of her nipples with the pads of his fingers. He rubbed and squeezed at her bosom while he slowly drew his thick shaft back and forth inside her hot, clutching cunt.
Ayame's gasp drew out into a little, half subdued, squeal as her vagina was stretched and filled over and over with the Gaijin's slow deliberate strokes.
  He came to a stop, all the way inside the Kunoichi, his abdomen, firm though bloated with rum, pressed against her lovely naked ass. He resumed his thrusting after a moment's pause, holding tightly onto her breasts as he sent his large penis up and down the length of her hot slick tunnel. He pressed his face into her hair, smelling the perfume of the lacquer.
He let go of her breasts, retaining the rhythm of his thrusts and slid his hands down onto her smooth creamy ass, pulling her buttocks against his thumping hips, his groin slapping harder and faster against her cheeks, as his thrusts into her increased in force and speed.
Ayame started to grunt with rhythmic passion as the sailor increased his screwing speed until he was fucking her like a demented thing, his groin slapping noisily against her prone buttocks, the noise echoing along with Ayame's gasps and the sailor's loud grunts around the narrow alley.
He reached up and grasped her breasts again, getting more and more aggressive as his climax drew close. Ayame groaned loudly again as he continued to screw her faster and faster, humping his hips powerfully against her soft tensing bottom.
Ayame, enjoying herself more and more, started to shove back against him with her hips and buttocks, driving herself onto him as he thrust forward, meeting his fast strokes and matching his aggression.
Finally with some hot clutching vaginal assistance from the Kunoichi, the Gaijin sailor came to a long and powerful climax.
As the girl felt his bulk convulse against her and his bloated erection twitched like something huge and alive, she twisted herself off his limb and pushed back with her ass crushing his erection between her buttocks and his abdomen and rubbed at him, thrusting her hips up and down and against him and masturbating him with the muscles of her firm ass. It set him off at once and he exploded, jetting his hot semen all over her cool, firm buttocks and the acutely arched small of her back.
He groaned loudly as he came and half crushed the girl against the alley wall, while he used her buttocks like a cleavage - rubbing himself against her as he came and came. Ayame cried out with him, holding still for him and allowing him spurt his fill all over the cool creamy flesh of her lovely young ass.
In the end, it hadn't been altogether unpleasant, though the size of his erection had been maybe a little over-large to suit Ayame.
They had got what they had needed however and the sailor had even offered her a rag from his pocket with which to wipe away his spurted climax from her bare skin and clean herself up. That had been four or five hours ago.

TENCHU - CHAPTER THREE - THE CROSS-ROADS.

AYAME
The noise was coming from a large building just ahead. The alley had led to a left / right fork. The Kunoichi had checked left, as it led to the outside of the town and found nothing of interest - no movement, no people, no guards. The right fork had led past another building to a large townhouse - the origin of all the noise, it sounded like a drunken and very raucous party.
Ayame crawled under the edge of the building and wriggled in towards the centre. There were a few cracks in the floorboards where light streamed through. There was also a small water closet with an open floor for the toilet and a pit beneath. The smell was vile but Ayame ignored it and crawled closer. She carefully pulled her away into the toilet and pinned the door shut with a wedged in knife then she poked a tiny hole into the paper wall partition and looked through into the main room.
The room was one big orgy. There were something like ten or fifteen Suzuka men. It seemed they believed their mission to be a waste of time, that returning spies wouldn't get far enough out of their own Han before being cut down and even if they escaped they wouldn't come this way. It was the quickest route but also the most difficult, and least defendable. That's exactly what Ayame herself had thought when she'd been briefed.
They'd put a half dozen or so guards outside and the rest were enjoying the "open hospitality" of the townspeople.
Sekiya, Lord Gohda's Lieutenant and military advisor had insisted that the town should be left alone and the townspeople sacrificed for the greater good of the mission. If huge armies were sent to clean up the town it would leave their defences weakened in more strategic areas that would invite a Suzuka pre-emptive. Ayame had wondered about the logic of his plan but it wasn't her place to question her leaders and Lieutenant Sekiya had proved his military expertise countless times in the past.
Therefore, with no one to hassle them the Suzuka had the town to themselves and seemed to be taking full advantage of all it had to offer. Ayame had seen something like it before.
In the hills, in the previous spring, a village that had been erected around a natural hot spring had been taken over by bandits. They had decided to hold up there over the winter and agreed that everything and everyone in the village belonged to them. Men were killed for fun, used as target practice. The old and infirm were forced to work for the bandits' sadistic amusement until they dropped dead. The women were raped over and over until their bodies were dumped and another selected to take their place. By the time they had left the village (at the hands and blades of Ayame and another Kunoichi friend, incidentally) there was nothing left. A few half dead mostly comatose women and an old man who had been crucified but somehow clung desperately to life. They had been like a plague of locusts. And had been dealt with as such - exterminated ruthlessly.
In this town the same fate would befall the townsfolk, until the stolen plans were in the hands of their Lord, then he would send the Ninja in to clean the place out and the survivors would be able to rebuild.
At this moment Ayame was witnessing the beginnings of the plague. Shoved up against one wall were about two dozen townsmen and boys. There were a couple of guards with drawn swords, weighted chains and bamboo sticks keeping the men packed up like sheep in the corner. Anyone who made any noise, or moved or caught the eyes of the guards got a beating or a shallow cut from a slashing sword.
In the centre of the room were the men's women - at least two dozen of them. They were women and girls of an assortment of ages, from the pubescent to the early middle aged. It was a mass of naked sweating flesh mixed with a cacophony of wails, moans, cries (many for mercy on in pain) full-on weeping and the noisy grunts and laughter that were all male. It was a terrible sight even for Ayame who had seen a lot of sexual activity of all kinds and techniques during and following her training.
Young pretty women forced to accommodate four or five men at once. Mothers forced to assist men in raping their daughters, even granddaughters in a few cases. Barely pubescent girls being brutally sodomised by huge rough Suzuka assassins. In one corner a family of a young grandmother, her daughter, and her preteen granddaughter were having to service the same man between them. Most of the prettiest of the women were being doubly and triply penetrated by the men while others were drawn in to rub themselves against the men's thrusting backs or caress their humping bodies or even to hold the rape victims down and still - while the men took their enjoyment from them.
There was nothing Ayame could do here. She slipped back out under the building, retrieving her knife at the last moment and wriggled back out into the alley.
It served one good purpose at least, there wouldn't be many people for her to dispatch or avoid if she stayed in the shadowed alleyways or took to the roof tops. She'd get the plans to her Lord and then join in with the soldiers who would be picked to come back here and clean the place out.
She scampered silently up onto the roof of the next building, the firelight up ahead was brighter and there were clearly audible voices. She needed to see what she was up against.
It was not a good sight to see. She had reached the cross-roads. And there was a checkpoint right in front of her with four well-maintained fires and the same number of guards. A Nagatina wielding ruffian dressed like a lowly Ashigaru foot-soldier. The others were dressed similarly though one was armed with a bow and quiver of arrows and the other was a swordsman.
The forth was hurriedly dressed in a half tied simple Kimono. He carried his un-slung sword in one hand and was chatting to the other three quite excitedly. From the snatches of conversation Ayame picked up, he had just come from the orgy room and was singing its praises to his friends.
Some kind of deal was struck and the fourth man, with a laugh, turned back towards the big room - to grab one of the women for the men to sample. This was the perfect chance for Ayame.
She carefully made her way back down off the roof and came around to the side of the building. Keeping to the shadows and watching for her opportunity.
 While she waited, she sent out her catcall signal telling Rikimaru, where ever he was, that she had reached the cross-roads.
  Her luck was holding out well as, only a couple of minutes later, the same man came back out of the makeshift brothel, through a side door with a whimpering girl in tow pulling her along behind him.
She was very young, fifteen at best and very skinny though not all that attractive. She'd seemingly been left alone thus far, the numbers of males to females in the building meant the men had a large number to choose from and all the best were getting picked first. And they would neither miss nor object to this girl being 'borrowed' for a couple of hours. Ayame felt sorry for the girl but it was the best opportunity she could hope for and she could not afford to pass it up.
The man had the girl by her hair and used it like horses reins to control her, he shoved her ahead of him and with his free hand reached under her Kimono for her soft young buttocks, shoving his fingers between them and mauling at her genitals while she cried and squirmed under his aggressive touch.
With both short swords drawn, Ayame dropped down silently behind the man. She pushed one blade though the back of his ribcage, stabbed all the way through his heart until the tip of the short sword emerged out of the front of his chest - while the other slipped around his throat and slashed through his windpipe and vocal cords, so he couldn't make a sound while dying.
The next part was tough. The girl would naturally scream as soon as she saw the bloody mess of the man and Ayame couldn't allow that. As the girl turned around to see why he had released her, Ayame drove the lacquered hilt of her sword into the side of the girl's neck, just below her ear. She dropped suddenly to the floor, unconscious. Also Ayame couldn't have her waking up and wandering around or raising the alarm She lifted the girl's head back and jerked it violently to one side snapping her spine, she let out a single light death sigh and was a corpse even before Ayame lowered her head back to the ground.
She didn't have much time. She dragged the bodies into a storage shed next door to the brothel and hid the man behind some barrels.
The dead girl she stripped naked. Then herself. She bundled up her weapons and clothes and hid them in the shed's rafters. Then she untied her hair and let it flow down her back, shaking it free so it was loose and flowing. Finally she put on the girl's Kimono and made a few extra preparations for her performance with the checkpoint guards.
Ayame, perfectly disguised as a pretty young village girl, wandered out into the firelight of the cross roads checkpoint. She looked scared and defeated, moving slowly and demurely. All the time formulating in her mind the manner of her plans for these three.

In disguise, she came to a stop in front of the trio of salivating guards. She let their eyes wander over her body in the firelight. With a kind of excited roar, the first one dropped his Nagatina halberd and scrambled over towards Ayame. She had the sudden desire to kill him there and then - when he didn't expect it, but she restrained herself. There were still the other two. The swordsman drew his scabbard-ed sword from its balanced position on his shoulder and set it on the ground, the archer did likewise. Their weapons formed a loose pile on the far side of the fire.
Three pairs of hands were on Ayame and she stood still and allowed them to take over, they would insist on it. The first one -Halberd- had grabbed her chin and turned her head to the side, then his locked his wet lips to hers and was kissing her hungrily, pushing his tongue forwards for her to suck on. She did so obediently.
-Sword- obviously a legs man dropped to his knees and started to hitch up the length of Ayame's borrowed Kimono, letting out gasps of increasing desire as he revealed more and more of the long, pale shapely muscled flesh of her calves and thighs. -Archer- went for the front of her Kimono and tugged at the concealing cross fold at the front. The girl had tied her clothes all tight, so she'd be a present for the three men to unwrap, so it wouldn't be too easy for them, she had to get them as excited by her as she could. The more they were excited by her the less they would suspect her when she started to make her move. Archer tugged the flaps open enough to reveal the creamy upper curves of her delicious young breasts.
  "Ohh, these are almost as big as Mariko-chan's." He said to the others as he reached for her Obi, to get the Kimono properly opened and her breasts fully bared.
  "Who's Mariko ?" Sword muttered as he rubbed his hands up and down the cool exposed flesh of Ayame's thighs.
Halberd was too busy battling Ayame's tongue with his own to respond.
Ayame was actively reciprocating to the kiss. She had one hand holding the folds of her Limono's length away from her legs to show herself off more fully for Sword
  "A Kunoichi from our village." Archer answered quickly unwinding the belt from around Ayame's cinched tight, narrow waist. "She's got tits like melons. She came with us on this mission. She was sent to the south side I think."
  "Oh yeah, I noticed her on the way here, Pretty little bitch, big pair, nice legs. Just like this one here." Sword said, playfully slapping one of Ayame's firm buttocks.
Finally Archer dragged the length of cotton belt from around her slim waist and threw it to one side. Sword joined in with the undressing and between the two of them they started to pull the tattered Kimono from her body.
Halberd was completely ignoring them both, his tongue writhing around erotically in the depths of Ayame's mouth. He had one hand clamped on the back of her head, entwined in her long lush hair, pressing her face tightly to his. His other hand was gripping her wrist and pressing her free hand against the prominent bulge at the front of his Kimono. Ayame took the warm bulge in her fingers and squeezed and rubbed at it, continuing to reciprocate in the men's caresses.
Archer flipped the Kimono back off Ayame's shoulders and let it fall down to puddle around her ankles. There was a gasp from Archer as he looked at her fully bared breasts, her flatly muscled abdomen and the little neat patch of her pubic hair at her crotch. There was just the hint of ruddy pink lips revealed through the sparse hair. Archer's mouth watered.
They crowded around her again, hands on her body, clothes pressed against bared skin. They more or less retained their original positions. Halberd continued with his excited French kissing while he fondled one of her breasts, tweaking and thumbing the nipple until it was stiffly erect, Ayame also carried on rubbing at his phallic bulge. Archer attacked the other breast and nipple with his hands and mouth. He captured the other nipple between his lips while he squeezed and stroked the weight of firm flesh surrounding it, while Ayame's freed hand grabbed the back of his head and held him against her hot bosom, his tongue prodded and stabbed at the dimpled end of the hard hot bud. Sword was on his knees his face level with her pert buttocks, his hands were rubbing excitedly up and down her smooth warm thighs, he shoved his face against her ass and started to lick at her cunt lips from behind her, Ayame lowered her weight a little and spread her legs to allow him easier access. Her juices were already flowing across his probing tongue.
  "Co-operative isn't she..." One of them muttered, the others were too busy sucking on different parts of her prone body to respond.
This activity carried on for a minute or so before Ayame was insistently pulled down onto the ground. It was Sword who initiated the downward movement. They were able to position themselves without much argument around each of Ayame's three sexual orifices.
Sword lay himself on the ground, the mud was dried and solid so he wasn't concerned, Ayame was positioned astride his hips lying above him on her hand and knees. Halberd claimed her ass as his by kneeling behind her and slapping both hands onto her firm young buttocks, Archer did likewise with her mouth, cupping her head in both hands stroking her soft brown hair.
There was an abrupt and almost desperate shuffling of Hakama, tugging loose of Kimono's and Obi until three large and thickly erect phalluses jutted forth freely, all pointing toward Ayame. The only one she got a look at was Archer's. She was surprised by its size, he was almost equal to that huge Portuguese barbarian she'd seduced earlier in the afternoon.
 She slipped her hand around it's thickness and squeezed it. It was rock solid and throbbing against her palm. The man groaned at her cool touch. She started to gently slide her hand up and down along it's length - squeezing harder as she encircled the purple crown with her hand.
Meanwhile, between her buttocks, Halberd was scooping finger-fuls of her free flowing juices from her honey-pot vagina to rub around and into the mouth of her waiting anus. He lubed up the entrance as best he could, adding some of his own saliva to the vaginal juices. Sword cut off his supply though. He grasped his erection in one hard fist and placed it at the entrance of her cunt. Ayame reached back with her free hand and opened herself for him. She spread her labia apart with her fingers and repeated the action with her soaked through inner lips then she lowered herself and between the two of them, lined up Sword's phallic helmet as bloated and hot as Archer's, against the entrance to the tunnel of her vagina. He was now securely positioned - having blocked the supply of her juices for Halberd, even though the warm clear liquid streamed in little flowing rivulets down the exposed length of Sword's shaft. Halberd wasn't about to start scraping finger-fuls from there.
As Sword patiently went back to stroking, rubbing and squeezing the soft firm flesh of Ayame's thighs, Halberd took a breath and then parted the girl's buttocks to expose her anal mouth properly - he pierced the hole with a finger, then started rotating the digit and pulling at the sphincter to stretch the muscle, and prepare it to accommodate his girth.
Ayame returned her free hand to Archer's straining hard cock. Her weight was resting almost completely on Sword's bare chest - though she kept some of her weight on her braced knees it made her hip joints ache somewhat - so that she had to shift her weight forward and back to remain comfortable. She took both hands to Archer's genitals, cupping his weighty scrotum in one hand and expertly massaging his testicles while she gently pumped her fist up and down his ewarm silky foreskin.
Sword started to slowly push upwards with his powerful hips and fed his shaft into Ayame's soaked tunnel an inch at a time, taking things nice and slowly at first.
Archer, shifted himself forwards a little until the tip of his hot purple crown was brushing against the girl's lips, he pushed slightly on the back of her head to inform her of his desire.
Ayame opened her mouth and laid a gentle kiss on the little hole at the tip of his phallus. Then she reached out and probed the hole and surrounding hard hot flesh with the tip of her to tongue.
  "Ohh, that's it," Archer groaned. "Take more, take it into your mouth." He muttered with a passionate gasp.
Ayame followed the instruction and opened her mouth over the erect shaft and then slid her lips forward, slipping her mouth along the shaft and taking the hard heat past her full lips. Archer's groan stretched out, long and passionate.
Halberd decided her anus was prepared enough for him - to try and penetrate its tightness with his erection. He took the head of his phallus into one hand and pressed the bloated helmet to her tight anal opening. He wasn't too concerned about lubrication, there was just enough inside the orifice to begin with and he liked to go in dry anyway. He enjoyed the raw hard heat of the sensation.
He got his large bloated crown into the tiny entrance and started to push. The sphincter did stretch to accommodate his hard girth but the going wasn't easy and he had to push hard - and maintain constant driving pressure, to keep the entrance from springing shut and forcing him out from inside. He shifted his weight and pushed down from above, putting his own body weight behind his aching hot phallus.
Ayame let out a loud, muffled and intense sounding cry from around Archer's quickly thrusting erection, as her tight little ass hole was forced to accept Halberd's hard girth.
His hot crown finally slid in past the stretched wide anal mouth and the tight ring of muscle snapped back like a fist round his shaft, gripping him tightly, the sphincter trying to retake its naturally closed state.
Halberd grunted deeply to the hot constricting feel of the girl's anus trying to crush his blood filled phallus. He dug his fingers into the pale firm cheeks of her ass and pressed down once again with his weight, pressing more of his erection into her super tight and very hot feeling hole.
Sword had slowed down his own thrusts to allow Halberd to complete his more difficult entry. Now that his companion was securely inside the girl's rectum, Sword decided he could safely continue his own idyllic thrusting rhythm.
Halberd pushed one last time and the final two inches of his erection into the girl's anus. His shaft ached with near furnace heat and vice like constriction. The tightly muscled tunnel cinched around his phallus like a red hot fist. He lifted himself partially straightening his legs and drawing his burning erection out of the hot depths of the girl's anus. Then he thrust down again, until his scrotum pressed against her cool firm buttocks. He repeated this deep thrusting, speeding up somewhat until his rhythm more or less matched those of his comrades.
All three were fully engaged with her body now and Ayame knew it was a good time to start to use a few tricks to help bring them off. She'd strike while each of the men reached their orgasm and make it look like they had slumped back after an exhaustive climax.

The sensations were building inside Ayame's vagina. Her own juices, mixed with the throbbing rhythmic friction from Sword's quickly thrusting phallus, that slid up and down the length of her vagina was starting to send waves of heated pleasure rippling through her body.
The erection thrusting in and out of her mouth and throat wasn't altogether unpleasant but it didn't do all that much for her.
The third shaft ploughing her anus was also starting to feel quite nice now that she had got used to the feel of its hard girth inside her wide stretched rectum. The shaft had started to seep pre-cum and it provided enough extra lubricant to take the edge off the harsh burning friction and turn the raw pain into near exquisite pleasure. If she put her mind to it she could quite easily get herself off on these penetrations.
However, she had a job to do and a mission of complete and time was running short.
Archer would be the first to reach his climax, the combination of Ayame's expert sucking and her lavish tongue technique, as well as the desperate actions of the pleasure immersed guard, was a good sign that he was the furthest along. Halberd would be next. Sodomy had always proved a quick, short lived experience - probably due to the high friction and heat of the interaction of phallic organ and anal orifice. He would also be the hardest to deal with as he was lying across her back and therefore rather difficult to reach for.
She kind of wanted to leave Sword until last. He would be the easiest to finish off. His entire torso was laid out bare before her, literally. Also she really wanted the throbbing sexual sensations within her cum-drooling vagina to continue.
  Ayame concentrated on Archer. She sucked harder, adding little scraping bites to his thrusting hardness - somewhere just between the realms of pleasure and pain. Somewhere dark though heated and terribly erotic.
The man seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit. His moans grew intense and laboured. Ayame began to thrust her face forwards to meet his vigorously humping pelvis and felt his hard glans punching through into her gripping, constricting throat. He snarled in cruel passion at the feel of that tightness around his bloated crown, his hands locking to the back of her head, holding her and pulling her onto him at the same time, plunging over and over into her clenching throat. Ayame took this further by bringing her own hands into play, one cupping his scrotum, which was twitching and churning in its heavy flesh sac. Her other hand pressed flat against his abdomen, the fingers an inch below the point of his solar plexus.
There were two pressure points she could touch from that position that would do the job adequately. The solar plexus itself and another pressure point to the right and below, at the side of one of his abdominal muscles. Both were within easy reach of her hand. All she had to do now was bring him off and time her strike correctly and it would be one down two to go.
While she intensified the force and passion of her sucking - something she had long since learned to do without needing to concentrate on the techniques behind it - she shifted her attention back down her own lithe naked body with the ever increasing waves of sexual pleasure reverberating outwards from the walls of her vagina and anus. Sword and Halberd were thrusting in and out of her alternately their erections barely avoiding each other, the sensitive space of bare flesh between each orifice was crushed tightly between the two pumping shafts and was burning with the raw chaffing from the two of them. Though the pleasure she felt in her tunnel walls outweighed the small amount burning pain from there.
  Archer's sudden hoarsely snarling yell and the tightening of his hands on the back of Ayame's head brought her attention back to her prey. He was coming, right now.
His seed jetted in thick long streams of hot salty fluid, Ayame counted off a good half dozen that spurted directly into her throat and she had to swallow each down into her gullet so she wouldn't choke, she gagged a little on the first couple but controlled herself.
On the sixth she rather innocently spread the fingers of her hand that was pressed to his abdomen and pushed her fingertip to the chosen abdominal pressure point. It looked like an innocent action even to Ayame - who knew what she was doing.
That was it. She had dealt her blow and all she had to do now was to await the rather intense side effect of her stealthy killing strike.
The touch was like a bolt of lightning inside the man's genitals into which the stabbed pressure moved. It erupted inside his testicles making them visibly spasm. The final result would be an immense heart attack that would floor than man in seconds and kill him in minutes. Though before that there were the other initial results. The scrotum went into over drive pumping orgasm after orgasm out of his staring blood engorged phallus. The penis bulged and stretched inside Ayame's still sucking mouth. The flesh twisted and distended as more and more blood pumped into the already filled member. Along with the blood, semen gushed from the scrotum and along the shaft to burst in a searing salty torrent of climaxing fluid into Ayame's mouth, She slid her head back a little so she only contained half of the length in her mouth, then concentrated on sucking a swallowing. She had a good thirty seconds of this to contend with and if she didn't keep up she might well choke or drown. All she had to do was keep up with a good swallowing rhythm until the super climax was over. By then the man would slump down, seemingly exhausted though actually in a coma and quickly dying.
He did slump, after maybe a minute of suffering from the super-orgasm. He let out a deep breathless sigh that sound of intense satisfaction, that made the other two laugh and increase their own fucking, then he relaxed back onto the ground and fell unconscious. He would be dead in another minute or two, though even now it wouldn't be possible to raise him from his sleep. The other two paid no attention to him what so ever.
Now came the hard part.
Ayame, however, had already worked out how she'd accomplish her second strike. There was another pressure point at the back of the neck that would halt the flow of blood to the brain. Archer, her next target, would grow faint and then collapse into a coma. His brain would die before his body, though again it would be impossible to wake him even while his heart still beat normally.
The Miroku Kunoichi lifted her upper body, keeping Sword's hands on her breasts and both of them humping away against her backside and reached behind her. Halberd wrapped his arms around her stomach ramming his hips onto her firm buttocks with increased vigour and allowed her to wrap her arms around his head and neck. She pulled him against her so his chest was pressed against her ached, bucking back and turned her head whispering to him to "Fuck her harder" and  "Make her squirm".
Halberd liking the feel of her skin against his own, crushed her tight to him while he started to ram his hips against her buttocks with more and more ferocity. Ayame's fingers stroked his neck and trimmed hair, searching out his pressure point while she fondled and stroked him with gentle tickling fingertips.
His anal thrusts became hard and jerking, he lost his rhythm and then suddenly grunted and started to spray his seed into her stretched burning rectum. She let him cum, shooting his load into her and then as he started to pant with exertion and the sweat was running freely down his body, Ayame glanced down at Sword, whose eyes were tightly closed and then she took the opportunity and stabbed the pressure point in Halberd's neck. His wheezing grunts stretched out into a sigh and then he too fell back to the ground. His still hard shaft, dribbling thick semen, popped out of Ayame's ass hole and sprayed the last of his cum onto his own palpitating stomach. He would be dead in perhaps five minutes but was already as good as dead.
Sword was the last, but she would enjoy him a little first.
She was essentially on the far side of the checkpoint. Even if someone else did come over she could still grab her kimono - with the plans carefully hidden within its folds - and be off towards the castle at a second's notice.
Besides, she was starting to think about Rikimaru again and what it would be like to be bedded by him. All she had to do to find out, would be to get to the castle after him. As long as she didn't put the plans in danger of capture and as long as she completed her mission a little delay wouldn't matter.
She could always say she stopped for some refreshment.
Ayame shifted her position a little, straddling Sword's sweat soaked torso more comfortably now that the other two were out of the picture she had more freedom of movement. She reached down to thumb and tweak Sword's tiny nipples and stroke his rather attractive musculature. He sighed in passion and bucked his hips up against the underside of her thighs and buttocks. His hands were locked to her burning hot breasts and he gently mimicked her attentions onto her own stiff nipples. Ayame gasped.
She started to tease him with her vaginal walls squeezing his slick hardness in different places as his thrust up into her or drew out of her depths. She got the best reaction whenever she grasped his crown on his out-stroke with her inner muscles, pulling at the hard bloated helmet, suddenly cutting off the tunnel he was thrusting within. He moaned in passion each time she used that trick.
She leaned down pressing her chest to his, flattening her breasts against him, his arms came around her lithe back and his lips searched for hers. He licked her mouth lewdly feeding her his tongue, she accepted it and fought him tongue to tongue while her cunt muscles tortured his pumping shaft.
She lifted her torso again, avoiding his flicking tongue. Sword tried to pull her back against him but her flesh was slippery with her sweat and he couldn't keep a grip, She sat upright and began sliding her hips back and forth against his groin, slipping her tunnel along the length of his aching throbbing hard shaft. His hands automatically came up and cupped her breasts once again, his thumbs rubbing on the dimpled tips of her stiff nipples.
Ayame moaned at his pleasant touch and started to lift herself up and down his straining phallus, riding on him - slow and deliberate. His hands moved from her breasts sliding down her hourglass figure to her waist then her narrow curved hips. He reached around and grasped her buttocks squeezing her firm cool flesh, enjoying the feel of the muscles as they tensed and relaxed to her lifting and lowering actions. Her internal muscles were playing merry Hell with his erect shaft while he fondled and stroked her smooth pale flesh lovingly, one hand slipping back up to one of her breasts.
Suddenly Sword sat up to meet her, his arms encircled her body and he started to grunt loudly and increase the force of his phallic thrusts. Ayame was close to orgasm and she started to squeeze tight around Sword's erection, grasping hard onto the thrusting limb trying to get the increased friction to bring her over her peak. She wanted desperately to reach for her clitoris but their connecting bodies were in her way and there wasn't room. As if half reading her thoughts, Sword reached down and pierced her rectum with a finer curling the digit inside her and twisting, as if hoping to hit some kind of sensitive spot. Actually he did. Ayame's Miroku training had increased the receptiveness of each of her erogenous zones and the manual action of his questing finger, first one and then two - as he added a second finger into the tightly clutching orifice, was enough to bring her to the edge of her climax. But not over it. She was on the brink - tantalising and infuriating at the same time, she cried out crushing her breasts in her own hands, tweaking and twisting her nipples, grinding her thighs and ass against Sword's genitals making every effort to bring herself off. Her own desperation only made it that much harder.
Luckily, at that moment Sword reached his own orgasm. His erection quivered and grew amazingly hard against her twitching walls. The rock-like shaft leaped savagely within her and with a great hoarse grunting moan, Sword spurted suddenly - deep into Ayame's cunt. The liquid orgasm was intense, a thick and heavy spray of hot salty liquid. To Ayame's vaginal walls it felt like molten lead. And it somehow set off Ayame's own climax.
She wailed in a high pitched cry as she was toppled over the brink of her orgasm. Her genitals gushed their own thinner, sweeter juices to meet Sword's thick pumping seed that was already dribbling out from between her lips over his quickly draining scrotum.
Their mutual climax was so intense that Ayame almost forgot the pressure point strike that would finish their affair. She held him tight against her while they rocked and moaned and sweated together, her hand was tight on the back of his neck, her fingers already in place over the pressure point, waiting for the right moment.
She waited until his loud aggressive grunts were quieting and his pumping semen was slowed to a seeping dribble that she could barely feel within her. Then she pressed her finger tip against the pressure point and tightened her grip around Sword's torso. He started bucking and writhing against her as he peaked again and was enjoying a second orgasm, indeed, his wilting shaft stiffened to steel hardness for a moment and her cunt was suddenly and thickly splattered with another gout of his seed.
All too soon his seizure racked body went limp and she lowered him gently to the ground. A quick check with the flat of her palm against his bare chest proved the slowing of his heartbeat. He'd be dead in minutes.
Ayame took a quick innocent look around her. She was satisfied that there was no one watching her and grabbed her kimono and headed back to the storage building to recover her own belongings and clothes.
In less than a minute and even before the trio of checkpoint guards were actually deceased. The Miroku Kunoichi Ayame was dressed in her grey brown working clothes, her hair quickly tied up out of the way and her twin short-swords cross tied at the small of her back. She had already taken some secret Miroku potions that would protect her from the men's seed as well as any disease they might have been carrying.
After another thirty seconds, she was across the checkpoint and well past the halfway mark.
It should be mostly plain sailing from that point on. Next