The Ninjo E-Book

Hentai Jones

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

The eternal struggle between the satan and the virgin turns into an epic battle that only can be won by love! A skinny orphan fights like a devil to defend her virginity, and wins!

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Hentai Jones

The Ninjo

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The Ninjo

The Ninjo

By Hentai Jones

BookRix Edition

Copyright 2016

Hentai Jones:

The Ninjo

It was a bright summer's day and the sun stood high in the pale sky, even managed to radiate a bit of warmth into the narrow mountain valley, and on the old orphanage sitting in the middle of it. Surrounded my meagre rice paddocks and fields of corn the moldy timber building originated from the last century and was as remote from the world as the moon - it may have been a prison during the war or a hospital during the plague, but it was everything else then comfortable? Father Bob and his two Sisters Greta and Gertrude from the order of the Benedictines were now in command of the seven orphans, six boys and me.

Father Bob gave us lessons in culture and religion which were useless for us, but he also taught us the art of self defense through Tai Chi. We were always dressed in skimpy martial art uniforms and looked like a juvenile karate class. I loved the control over my body it gave me, and the sharpening of my instinctive reflexes it produced - a slow war dance could always turn into quick battle, and you have to be prepared. But we had also to sing on Sunday mornings to praise the Lord, and to wash ourselves in the same tub water the night before in alphabetical order without spying at each other.

That all went well for a few years until the oldest boys reached the age of puberty and were getting suspicious about me. Growing up with six boys was a never-ending challenge for me to prove equal and stay on top of the bullies. But we didn't fight with words, we fought out or pecking order with five-feet sticks down in the bamboo grove near the stream. And because the winner was declared by a hit in the crotch of his opponent, and the looser had to let his pants down, I trained hard and got faster not to give up my secret. But I had already seen most of the little dickels, bared for me with humiliation and shame.

They called me the Ninjo, I had their respect and kept them out of my pants in a fair combat. But boys are full of mischief and not always playing by the rules - I knew that my days in this institution were counted and must come to an end. The oldest two, the twins Yuki and Yoko, were especially angry about my defiance to let them strip me, and if they catch me together I wouldn't have a chance! Miko, the youngest was my only friend, and he didn't even worry what gender I was, he adored me as I was - and that helped me a lot. But most of the times away from the house I liked to spend alone.

The other side of the stream was private property and forbidden to us orphans, but there was sandy pool the sun warmed up nicely. Through the shallows I waded over there frequently to have a bath - I loved the the cool water to constrict my soul to its essence and to tighten my muscles to steel. And today I really needed it badly: The Sunday morning sermon of Father Bob was all about forgiveness and humility and was boring as hell. Yuki had challenged me for another fight at breakfast, hopeful to finally have a go at my pants, and Sister Gertrude had bossed me around like a little girl half of the morning! I had to do the dishes and to clean the toilet - it was my turn, she said! But it was maybe only a tactic to keep me away from the boys?

I took my belt and shirt off, and instantly enjoyed the sun on my skin. I stripped out of the pants and put the uniform onto a hot boulder to stay warm. I wasn't a woman, I had no breasts and nipples smaller than dried lentils, my belly was hairless and naked, my hips skinny and my sex hardly defined. And the cool water made me feel even smaller, but much more concentrated - I was as tense as a horse whip, a tight as a bow string, and as dangerous as a stick of dynamite! Until I saw the big black monster sitting on the boulder next to my clothes - grinning at me with the wide grin of a successful hunter, having his prey trapped for good.

He was possibly just a guard of the property, not really ugly, but what made him look scary was the black patch over the left eye. He looked more like a pirate, and his one black eye was trained on me like the stare of a snake at the mouse. I was scared to bits, but to run away without my clothes was the most stupid thing to do, and to stay in the water forever just impossible. »Come out before you catch a cold, boy!«, the guard chuckled, »I have to talk to you!« I mobilised all my courage and approached the man, protecting my skinny dripping nudity with both hands when he started to ask questions.

»You are a boy of the orphanage - what's your name?« »Ninjo», I stammered, I was getting cold and my teeth were clattering already. »The legendary Ninjo - the Master of the bamboo stick?« I straightened up instantly, a move that he took as yes. »I see!«, he said, rolled my uniform into a bundle and held it out to me. I tried to grab it fast, but he was teasing me and made me stretch high for my clothes, to inspect my body and to check on my gender. »I see!«, he said again, »we keep that as our secret!« Then he watched me dressing with sheer amusement: the Ninjo was a skinny girl, and for sure a delicious virgin as well!

On my way back I ran straight into Yoko, who had certainly witnessed the scene across the stream and was aroused. He called me a slut and a whore for parading naked in front of a stranger. He may well have spied at my backside only, but he was as horny as a dog to see it all! Yuko wanted to see me in the bunker, and old concrete shelter from the war times. It was the place where I trained little Miko in the art of the stick with utter opportunity to inspect his cute watering can frequently. With a thin bamboo rod Yoko drove me up the path like a war prisoner, frequently striking at my little buttocks to make me jump and hurry up.

In the moist and cold room there were no sticks for a fair challenge, but Yuko just meant: »I don't fight with girls - and you're mean deception that you are one of us men is despicable, and deserves a punishment! Undress!« The brothers stood so close to me now that could smell their bitter breath, I was cornered - to fight them both would have been a lost try. I felt it deep in my guts that this day would change my life forever, and I didn't know what the future might hold for me. But there was no way back - only a bold approach could save my dignity. So I pushed the bullies away from me and dropped my uniform.

With wide eyes they ogled my skinny body, their mouths agape. But there was nothing to see, and the fact, that I had a lot of stuff decently hidden inside me that they lewdly had hanging out may have occurred to them? And of course, it was all my fault - so the brutes decided to treat my lack of pendants with a nice caning. I had to brace against the wall and stick my bum out, in the exactly same fashion as they would have to do lather in the evening in Father Bob's office! And they took terms to trash my poor bottom as if to draw blood until they detected real blood between my legs. That now filled them with guilt quickly and frightened them like the chickens they were, and they disappeared as quick as bats at sunrise.

The whole orphanage was in turmoil. Sister Greta took me under her protective wings like a mother goose, she stripped me and washed me, and she told me, that I was growing into a woman now, that the bleeding was a positive sign of that. She gave me one of her underpants, more like a narrow sanitary napkin held up by a string around the waist - my womanhood had begun! But Sister Greta warned me too, that from now on every coward could plant his brat into me, never to be seen again, to leave me as a looser and a victim - so I better swhould be careful around men in the future! My hips would bulge, my breasts would swell, and my smell would change to attract them all like moths to a candle flame!