Katsumi opened her eyes, only to see that it was nearly pitch black. She shut them again, trying to stir her limbs. She was barely able to move before the ropes stopped her, stubbornly holding her naked body in place.
Her arms were folding behind her back and thoroughly tied to each other and her chest, ropes running just above and below her breasts. Her ankles were tied to steel rings that were attached to the floor, spreading her legs wide apart. A rope that was tied around her neck, held her head down, keeping her from lifting herself up at the waist, leaving her lying helplessly on her back with no more than an inch of movement for any part of her body.
She groaned as she strained her arms and legs, instinctively trying to stretch them. Most of her body hurt. Her muscles and joints were sore from being tied up so tightly all night. Her skin still seemed to sting a little from where she was lashed with the whip and burned with wax, and her pussy was sore from the abuse that it had taken.
This was the second morning that she had woken up like this. It wasn't going to be the last.
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Katsumi watched her target from the shadows, waiting for her moment to strike. She knew from experience that she would have to react instantly; the perfect opening rarely lasted long enough for hesitation. There were only two guards watching over Princess Takara right now, but more would be along quickly.
Ayaka and Hikari had set the fire in the north garden, and Kei had made a fake attempt at the lord's life. Naturally, they would be quickly sending guards to make sure that his daughters were safe, but there was a brief window of confusion where Katsumi would be able to make off with Takara without being noticed.
Katsumi didn't know the reason for this mission. She didn't need to, and it wasn't her place to know. She had just been given instruction on how to execute it: one of Lord Nakamura's daughters was to be taken hostage. A spy had discovered that Princess Takara, the lord's oldest daughter at 21, had a habit of visiting the south garden every night at the same time, and that an oversight in the estate's design meant that it would be easy to sneak an unwilling prisoner out of that garden if the guards weren't watching the grounds very carefully.
Katsumi had been chosen to make the grab. She was relatively young, only 23 years old, but skilled and with a number of impressive successes under her belt. Physically, she was well suited. She was average height, with the typical black hair and brown eyes of the area. Her hair was shoulder-length; long enough to fit in as a typical woman, but not long enough to get in her way. Her breasts were slightly large; enough for a handful, but not enough to give her any trouble. Her body was lean and slender, but muscular under her clothes. Even the thinnest clothing would make her appear to have a normal build for an average woman, but underneath her body was well-toned without the bulk. She could easily fit in when she had to, but was still deadly in a fight. Right now, she was dressed in simple, tight-fitting black robes, a hood covering her tied-up hair and a piece of cloth sitting over the lower part of her face.
Princess Takara was directly in her sight. She pulled the knife that she would use to disable the guards, took a breath, and leapt.
The second guard's head spun around to see the first guard drop out of view as he fell to the ground just before something hard smashed into it. Before Princess Takara had finished gasping, a knife was being held up to her. If she was smart, Katsumi thought, she would scream anyway- I'm either here to kill her or kidnap her, and screaming won't change that either way. Of course, the princess was too startled to think like that, and Katsumi wasn't going to give her time to get her mind together.
Katsumi moved behind Takara swiftly and covered her mouth, pulling her down to the ground. She gagged the princess first, shoving a cloth in her mouth and tying it in place. As the initial shock wore off, Takara began to fight. She was no match for Katsumi, however, much less while her knee was pushed onto her back, pinning her to the ground. Katsumi grabbed her hands, crossed them, and tied them quickly. Princess Takara began to make as much noise as she could under her gag- but not enough to reach anyone's ears.
Without stopping a moment, Katsumi began to pull Takara away, keeping herself low and out of sight. She moved quickly toward her escape route, with the Princess struggling and fighting along the way. Almost to her exit, Katsumi pulled Takara through a row of tall, thick bushes. They were difficult to get through, and as Katsumi existed them, dragging her prisoner behind her, she realized that she had been beaten there.
A number of guards stood waiting for her. Normally, Katsumi would have dispatched them without hesitation, but there was another man there-Tochigi Kiyoshi.
Tochigi Kiyoshi was the strongest member of the Tochigi clan, rivals of Katsumi's clan. Doubtlessly somebody had been tipped off, and this man hired to protect Princess Takara. The guards surrounded her, and ordered her to surrender. If she was taken prisoner, she would almost certainly be executed. If she fought Tochigi now, even if he had been alone, she would be quickly killed. She was nowhere close to this man's level.
Katsumi quietly raised her hands. A guard on either side quickly swooped in, grabbing an arm and holding it behind her back while a third guard tied her wrists. Once her wrists were tied, she was forced to her knees and her mask was taken off.
Tochigi Kiyoshi merely smiled at her. Princess Takara, now untied, circled around to face Katsumi. She appeared quite angry, but also- well, eager. She motioned to two of the guards, speaking to them in a confident, but slightly angry voice. "See that Tochigi is taken care of. He has my deepest gratitude."
As Tochigi and the two guards walked away, Princess Takara reached down to pull Katsumi's chin up so that she could get a good look at her face. "She is very beautiful," she said with a tone that worried Katsumi, looking the bound ninja's body over. "Take her and follow me."
Katsumi stumbled as she was pulled and shoved along by the two guardsmen. The ropes had been tied very well, and she was unable to reach any of her hidden tools while the two men each held one of her arms. She was taken to a remote corner of the estate, to a small stone hut which look like it had been left to itself for many years.
Princess Takara produced a key and opened the door, which was surprisingly solid. Inside the hut was a clean, well-kept bedroom. There were metal rings and shackles on several places on the wall and floors, and even a few on the ceiling. Katsumi was confused at first- this was obviously intended to be a prison cell, but it was furnished like the Princess' room would be.
Princess Takara entered the room with her and the guards, shutting the door, and locking it. The Princess slowly circled around to Katsumi's front, the who was still being held tightly by the guards. Takara approached Katsumi, then, to her surprise, put her hands on her body and began to grope and caress Katsumi.
Katsumi tried to pull away, but was held too tightly. "What are you doing?" she demanded.
The Princess only looked her in the eyes. Katsumi saw the look of a predator that had cornered its prey. Takara ran her hands up to Katsumi's neck, then grabbed her clothing and began to rip it off. She stripped her struggling captive to the waist, surprised at how many small weapons and tools she had to relieved her of in the process.
"Be very careful, she is highly dangerous." The two men nodded, and pushed Katsumi to the ground. A rope was wrapped around her bare neck, and tied to a ring on the ground. Her hands were briefly untied, before being folded behind her back and tied forearm to forearm. More rope was fetched and was used to tie her arms to her body. Katsumi tried to resist, but had little luck. The ropework was expertly secured around her body, soon leaving her arms completely immobilized, with Katsumi barely being able to twist or shift her wrists at all.
The guards pulled her ass into the air and pulled off her pants, leaving her completely naked. Katsumi had been trained to remain calm and unreadable in all situations, but she was now visibly scared and embarrassed. She tried keep her chest to the ground to hide her breasts, and pulled in her knees to keep her pussy unexposed.
Princess Takara stepped behind her, untied the rope around her neck, and pulled her into a sitting position. She reached around and grabbed Katsumi's breasts with both hands, squeezing them and kissing Katsumi on the neck and shoulder as her ankles were tied by the guards.
"Leave now. I wish to have some privacy with my new slave."
Katsumi heard the door open and close behind her. She was now alone, naked, and tied up with the Princess. Katsumi had never been this helpless before. She had been bound and gagged, but never by an enemy, never this well, and never naked.
Takara's hand found themselves all over her body as she tried to calm herself down and stop thinking about her fear long enough to think of a way to escape. While one of Takara's hands was pinching her nipple, another slid between her legs with a few of it's fingers moving over, then into, her pussy. Katsumi gasped, leading Takara to use her other hand to grab Katsumi under her jaw and pull her head back. Katsumi felt the Princess' tongue on her shoulder, then move up along her neck and up the side of her face as her clit was being gently stroked.
Katsumi felt humiliated and repulsed. She had often considered the possibility of being captured and molested by a man, but never by another woman. What disgusted her the most, however, was how well Takara seemed to do it. As much as Katsumi wanted her to stop, Princess Takara was working her like an expert. Her touch was soft and smooth, and she used it in just the right way make Katsumi's body tingle. Katsumi had to exert herself not to start grinding on Takara's fingers, and felt like she was about to cum anyway.
"Let me explain things to you briefly. Your attempt to kidnap me has actually been a stroke of luck for me. I am somewhat passed the age where I would have been expected to marry. This is because I have worked hard to prevent this. It is not my desire to be owned by a man as his wife, but rather to own another woman as my slave."
