The Fine Art of Deception
Nathanial Skye



It was a dream come true.

The Daimyo looked up in surprised awe. The maiden that now looms over him once only came up to his shoulder. He didn't even know her name, but after tonight he was determined that he would never forget. She was a mistress...nothing of consequence, and yet he now lay in her hand, as helpless as a doll.

It started innocently enough. She had been failing to live up to his 'standard' as of late, and she was to redeem herself. The kisses had been passionate, but it was her caress, her massage that had triggered an erotic reaction. A smile played across his face as he imagined it must have been the massage oil that had triggered this most unusual condition he found himself in.

"ARE YOU COMFORTABLE?' The voice from above him snapped him back to reality. Even as large as she was to him now, her voice was sweet and soft. His eyes moved across her form. He could spy drops of sweat as large as his head bead on her soft, perfect skin. He marveled that the smooth, swaying mountains of flesh above him were once the perfect breasts he could cup in his hands. He knew he was completely in her power, an unusual feeling for him...and one he discovered himself enjoying.

Before he could steady himself, he felt the air rush past him. She had, in one quick motion, carried him what seemed to be miles to her lips. For one moment, he saw small drops of saliva run over her lips, then all went dark as his body was covered in soft flesh. The kiss electrified him more then any other ever had. It was a warm, smothering feel, almost like being pinned between two women, soft flesh all around.

Again, there was a sensation of motion...but he remained in the dark. Soft flesh continued to press against him. As he tasted her sweat, he realised that he was being drawn over her body. Her size was enormous, but she handled him with ease, being most careful with him. Despite the pressure, and the movement, he was not even scratched.

As his silken smooth prison gave, he knew he was being rubbed over the massive breast he had been admiring only a moment ago. He closed his eyes and surrendered himself to her arts. The flesh grew harder, more firm as he glided across her stomach, but it was the feeling of roughage against him that caused his eyes to open with a start. Looking about, he found himself slid into a forest of pubic hair.

Before he could react, he found himself plunged within her. The last of the light vanished as she sealed around him, covering and coating his body. Before he could react, the moist flesh around him began to gently press and squeeze him. Even in the most erotic of moments she was gentle. He knew that in one moment, in one motion, she could grind him to nothing.

It came again...the slow teasing pressure, but something was wrong. Rather then receding, the walls about him closed in tighter, forcing the air from his lungs. An attempt to scream brought only a gurgle, and still the pressure doubled. He could hear her muffled moans...feel them as they shook her body.

He could feel the panic well up in him, as her juices flowed over, running down his throat. he knew he was going to die. He could tell she was toying with him. As she tightened around him, he began to see spots...but in the one merciful moment before her release, he felt himself pinned.

A moment later he realised he was alive.

The pressure had been her fingers siezing him, and extracting him a moment before death. Coughing and looking up, he could see the love in her eyes had been replaced by a cold, heartless indifference. A chill ran down his spine...

"HELLO AGAIN, LITTLE MAN. I SEE YOU SURVIVED. I WILL TELL YOU THIS BUT ONCE. MY FAMILY HAS NEED OF YOU, AND YOU WILL COMPLY." A smile formed on the canyon of her lips, "OR WE WILL SEND ANOTHER. YOUNGER...LESS PRACTICED. AND YOU, MY LITTLE DOLL, WILL BE A TEST. A TEST OF HOW LONG SHE CAN RESIST HER OWN URGES. DEFY US, AND I PROMICE YOU A SLOW, AND PASSIONATE DEATH."

He winced, and in a moment knew that the woman who held him captive had to be ninja. And now, to add the the insult, she demanded his obediance to her clan! Movement again, and he found himself staring up into the vast lips that once swallowed him. Pulling them open, he saw her take one slow, exaggerated squeeze, to punctuate her point. He shuddered again, and vowed, in one quick gasp, his loyalty. He had no choice...he had a taste of her, and emerged alive. And he knew, of all the ways to die, that he would never want to be destroyed that way.

***

She smiles a sweet, coy smile, and slips from the room. In the morn, he would be himself again...but she knew he belonged now to her...