Yori

As one of the most trustworthy and most skilled students of the Yamanouchi Ninja School, Yori was commonly entrusted with tasks from Master Sensei just like this one. Some businessman had found a scroll that apparently detailed Monkey Kung-Fu. Needless to say, Master Sensei couldn't say whether the scroll was legitimate or not… which was why Yori had been sent to investigate the subject and if it was real, confiscate the scroll and bring it back to Yamanouchi.

Luckily, she didn't have to travel far. While the businessman was a foreigner, a white man from overseas, he was apparently wealthy and powerful enough to own land all across the world, including in Japan. And so, Yori found herself infiltrating a penthouse suite in the middle of Tokyo's massive skyline, sneaking inside and using every single ounce of her stealth skills to remain undetected in spite of the modern security all over the place.

As one of Master Sensei's best students, Yori had the utmost confidence in herself… and if the scroll did turn out to be real, she would gladly make sure that it didn't fall into the hands of a man like Monkey Fist, who would no doubt come for it immediately the moment he caught wind of it.

Sneaking through the darkened penthouse, heading towards her destination, Yori… gets just a little too focused, perhaps. She can see the scroll in question after all, and though it's still a ways away, it certainly looks authentic. On it's pedestal over by the far wall, it's currently the only spot of light in the room… and that probably should have been a sign that this was all a trap.

Instead, the only warning Yori gets is the sudden blazing green flames encircling the fist that descends out of the shadows towards her. She's still able to dodge, but only partially, the extremely powerful punch clipping her and causing the normally silent ninja to cry out involuntarily as she's sent pinwheeling away into the nearest wall.

Disoriented, it takes Yori a moment to recover. Luckily, her ambusher doesn't take advantage of that, instead standing still and waiting for Yori to regain her feet. When she turns her eyes upon them, an admonishment for their arrogance is on the tip of her tongue… but it dies when the young female ninja sees just what she's facing.

It's another woman that she's up against, with green skin and green flames encircling her fists. Except… except, that's really not all. Not by a long shot. The other woman… is completely shameless. Yori finds herself blushing and even averting her gaze for a moment as she feels some serious second hand embarrassment on her attacker's behalf. Of course, recognizing a moment later that this is a fight, she focuses her attention back on the other woman, even if she really doesn't want to.

Put simply, the other woman is entirely naked… or rather, might as well be. She's not completely unadorned. She's got gloves covering her arms, she's got boots that go all the way up to her thigh. There's a belt around her waist, and a choker around her neck. Stylized in black and green, the ensemble would almost be fashionable, or so Yori figures. However, besides those things… the raven-haired woman is wearing nothing.

The rest of her body is on full display, including her tits, quim, hips, and ass. She's naked, or might as well be, the few 'garments' she's 'wearing' doing absolutely nothing to cover her modesty.

Still, those blazing green fists are dangerous, and Yori can feel her ribs already bruising as she takes stock of the situation. Judging by the wicked smirk on the other woman's face, she's not about to let Yori go with a warning. The confidence in allowing her to make the next move is also somewhat troubling. Is it arrogance, or is she that good?

"You are… shameless woman, aren't you?"

Cocking her head to the side, Yori's ambusher just laughs and brings her hands together, one curled into a fist to punch into her palm.

"My Master likes what he likes. And he gets what he wants. As evidenced by you taking the bait like cute little minnow you are."

There's a lot Yori can read into from just those few lines. Unfortunately, she doesn't get long to process them. Apparently talking was the kind of move the other woman was waiting for, because the next thing Yori knows, she's on the defensive as her ambusher abruptly attacks.

It's not… artistic, the way the green-skinned woman fights. There's no true finesse to her. She's a brawler, plain and simple, and her nudity leaves those gravity-defying tits of hers bouncing all over the place. Unfortunately for Yori, said nudity plays it's role quite well. She's undeniably distracted by all of the jiggling, even if the other woman is decidedly firm and muscular in all the right places.

A flame-encased fist soon buries itself in Yori's gut, and though it doesn't burn her, it certainly hurts. Rather than incinerating a hole through her stomach, the flaming fist merely lifts her a good foot off of the floor, and Yori feels multiple ribs breaking as she chokes, more than just air driven out of her from the blow.

Before she can even begin to recover, before she can even think to counterattack, the woman's other flaming green fist comes from the side and hits Yori right in the head. Everything goes dark.

-x-X-x-

As she slowly wakes up, she's not quite sure what's going on. Her hand goes to her head, and she groans for a moment. Except, as her memories return to her, she realizes she should be in a LOT more pain than this. She'd definitely broken ribs… and yet, her abdomen feels find. It doesn't hurt to breathe like it should. More than that, her headache is already passing as well, but she distinctly remembered taking a blow to her skull that should have probably killed her…

Where… was she? She was supposed to be getting that Scroll of Monkey Kung-Fu for Master Sensei, wasn't she? Except it'd been bait. She'd been tricked. It was… it was a trap. Coming to that realization with a jolt, Yori hurriedly swings her legs off of the bed she's currently in… only to stop dead as she looks down at herself and realizes her normal ninja attire has been wholly replaced by a stereotypical Japanese Schoolgirl uniform.

With a plaid skirt that barely goes down to her thighs and a button up blouse, Yori flushes, feeling undeniably exposed. She needs to get out of here… she needs to escape. Recognizing her surroundings now as that of the penthouse she'd snuck into, Yori hurriedly makes her way over to the door after making sure that none of her things were in the room with her.

She would need to find her equipment and clothing and get out of here on the double. Whatever was planned for her, she didn't want to know! Nor did she want to have another encounter with that shameless green-skinned woman again. Her power was equal to her depravity, that was for sure…

Except, the moment Yori tries to slink out of the bedroom she'd woken up in, the lights in the rest of the penthouse turns on. She freezes, but it's far too late.

"Ah, finally awake I see. Come here, Yori-Chan."

Yori turns slowly towards the voice and blinks once and then twice… before smiling brightly and practically skipping over to her Master. Without missing a beat, the young woman drops to her knees and plants her hands palm down on the ground, pressing her forehead into said hands as she prostrates herself before him.

"Drakken-sama!"

Chuckling, her Master nods his head.

"Yes, yes, it's me. Your new Master. Aren't you so very happy to have found me?"

Moaning wantonly, Yori shivers and quivers in her current position. Slowly lifting her head, she gazes upon her Master for the first time. And yet, even though it's the first time, she knows without a doubt… this is the man she belongs to. This is the man who owns her.

"Yes, Drakken-sama! Please Master, use your worthless kunoichi in whatever way you deem fit. I am yours to command and eager to serve! D-Do you have a mission for me?"

Master Sensei couldn't be further from Yori's mind at this point. The scroll she'd been sent to ascertain the nature of was mere feet away. And yet, here she was, clad in a schoolgirl's uniform, acting subservient to her true Master, Drakken. And it felt right. Oh, it felt so, so right to be here, to be his. Yori was euphoric with the realization that she was finally right where she TRULY belonged.

"Hm, a mission. I suppose I do have a mission for you, Yori-Chan. Are you ready to receive your orders?"

"Yes, Drakken-sama. It will be my honor to carry out your commands!"

Breathless and needy, Yori means every word of it. And she's not remotely surprised by the words that come out of her Master's mouth.

"Then… beg for the chance to suck my cock Yori-Chan."

"O-Of course, Drakken-sama! Please, please let me suck your cock! Please allow me to wrap these worthless lips around your member, Master! Please let me use my mouth for it's one true purpose, the pleasure of Drakken-sama!"

"Hmm, I don't know…"

With a shiver, Yori knows she HAS to do more. So, leaning back, she spreads her knees wide. Grabbing either side of her blouse, she tears it open, sending buttons everywhere as she exposes her chest to her Master. Then, she grabs her plaid skirt and yanks it up, revealing her glistening wet pussy.

"M-My body is yours, Drakken-sama! All that I am belongs to you! This worthless kunoichi knows that she is not your most valuable tool, but she begs you to make use of her all the same. Please, do not hold back! Use my mouth as your own personal onahole! Take me and abuse me, Drakken-sama! I live to serve my Master in all things!"

To punctuate the tirade, Yori opens her mouth wide and lolls out her tongue as she stares at her Master with wide eyes, hoping this will be enough. The wicked grin on his face as he pulls out his cock and strides over to her makes it clear it was. Yori breathes an internal sigh of relief, even as he grabs her by her pigtails and yanks her down his cock, immediately choking her on his shaft.

She hadn't even realized her hair was up in pigtails, but it matters little in the moment. Yori is finally serving her Master. She's being of use to the man who owns her, who she belongs to. As a kunoichi, as a tool, it is her greatest purpose in life to be of use. Finally, she's right where she belongs… on her knees for her Master.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

"That's it, you ninja bitch. Take my fucking cock. Take it, you little slut."

Yori gurgles and moans in between choking on her Master's shaft. She'd happily do so. She'd happily take his cock, she'd happily be his ninja bitch, his little slut. She was his property, after all. An instrument of his will. She could only hope that he would see fit to use her in all the ways she could be used, but even if he never wanted her to fight for him again, even if all of her Monkey Kung Fu training atrophied as she was used as a cum dump by her Master… Yori would still be happy.

He fucks her face fast and hard, and cums all over her in mere minutes. Coating her from her forehead to her tits, he groans as he facializes her right then and there. Then, he spins her around and pushes her face first into the floor again, causing Yori to moan and lift her hips high into the air excitedly, offering up her gushing wet cunt to him.

Needless to say, her Master wastes no time in taking her. His cock fills her tight quim with ease and then some, slamming up against her cervix in no time. Her pussy isn't that deep, making it easy for her Master to bottom out inside of her. At first, Yori is afraid that he'll be upset with her, that he'll consider her worthless for having too small of a cunt.

But he keeps fucking her with his big fat cock, driving her absolutely wild as she claws at the floor and squeals like the school girl slut she's currently dressed up as, rather than the well-trained, proud ninja she once was. Anything for her Master… anything for Drakken-sama.

"Gonna cum inside of you now, Yori-Chan. Might knock you up. What do you think of that?"

She orgasms explosively at the idea, that's what she thinks about it. Moaning throatily, Yori's eyes flutter in her head as she shivers beneath him.

"P-Please, Drakken-sama. Use your tool in any way you like. This body is a receptacle for your Will. I will serve you no matter what you demand of me!"

With a loud groan, Drakken-sama cums inside of her. Yori sees white, actually passing out for a moment from the pleasure of having her Master seed her. He cums and cums and she shivers beneath him, submitting entirely, conquered so very completely by his cock.

-x-X-x-

Slowly pulling out of his new pet ninja, Drakken slowly stands up, staring down at the quivering form of 'Yori-Chan' in her disheveled schoolgirl uniform. He'd not really had any actual interactions with the girl in the previous timeline… but when coming up with fighters for Shego to test her mettle against, as well as potential women for him to add to his ever expanding harem… well, Yori had been too delicious an asset to ignore.

"Shego."

"Yes, Master."

Crawling forward, his favored pet kneels beside him, happily accepting his thumb into her mouth and sucking on it, swirling her tongue around his digit when he presents it to her. Staring down at Yori for a second longer, Drakken hums and then turns to consider Shego, his first slave. She was also one of his strongest weapons… or had been, before he'd let her skills atrophy so much over the years. Now though, she was back on top, in peak condition, or so he liked to think.

Still, no better person to decide that then the woman herself. Shego was more like her old self than ever before, though she was completely loyal to him still.

"Well? You've watched my stepdaughter fight. You've fought this one here. Tell me truthfully, pet… are you ready for the task of taking down Kimberly Ann Possible?"

Shivering in excitement, Shego looks up at him with a glint in her eyes.

"Yes, Master. I'm ready."

Drakken smiles.

-x-X-x-

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