Kiko and The Master of Sitonyou (2/3) (M/F Kung Fu Bondage, silly)
Part 2

        Kiko awoke to having a huge, thirteen-inch cock shoved into her mouth.  She
opened her mouth and tried desperately to not gag.  This was not an unusual way
for the normally spandex-clad girl to wake up.

        She couldn't move her arms or legs.  There was no way for her to struggle.
Instead of the normal chains, leather straps or tentacle arms she normally
dealt with, her limbs were paralyzed by the use of pressure points.  For once,
Kiko couldn't use her contortion skills to escape, or her double-jointed body
to slip a constraint.  Oh well, it wasn't all that unusual for the Asian beauty
to be bound during sex.

        The ancient Korean lifted her up by her hair, forcing her to suck his cock
while he stood there.  No foreplay, no soft words and not even a kiss.  The
only sounds in the gym were Kiko choking on the monster cock and the wet slurpy
noises of a well-sucked cock.  Once again, this was nothing unusual for Kiko.

        What made today unusual to Kiko was today marked the first morning she had
spent in her training as a Geisha of Sitonyou.  She just hoped that today would
be better than last night.  After failing the Test of Sitonyou, Hung insisted
on removing the rest of her clothes.  She didn't mind; she hated the purple
spandex outfit her father always made her wear.  Kiko was a little surprised to
see Hung remove her boots as well.  Every other man who had her at their power
usually made her wear the red stiletto heel boots.  Her respect for Hung
actually went up a notch.

        But instead of kinky sexual training techniques that would make the Karate Kid
blush, the entire night was spent clenching her pussy.  That was it, simple
pussy clenching.  Hung merely made her kneel while he stuck a finger up her
sex.  "Clench, unclench," he would command.  For four hours they did this.  She
would have protested but Hung threatened to gag her with his cock. She had no
intentions of swallowing that beast if she could help it.

        She had slept the night on the gym floor, her limbs finally released from
whatever pressure point magic Hung had performed.  He commanded her not to move
from that spot, and Kiko had obeyed.  Kiko had no desire to find out what would
happen if she disobeyed him.  She had a feeling it would be painful.  There
would be plenty of time for rebellion once she had learned a bit more about the
frail looking Korean.  Besides, she was a little curious to learn from him.
Any man who could vibrate his fingers must have a trick or two worth learning.

        Kiko's thoughts of last night were wrenched away as Hung twisted his hands in
Kiko's hair.  Her attention caught, he spoke in his clipped, soft manner.
"Prepare," was all he said.

        That was no warning for the flood of salty liquid that shot into Kiko's mouth.
 Her head jerked as the first load of semen rocketed down her mouth.  Kiko's
eyes grew wider when a second, third and fourth large load spurted into her
mouth.  She struggled to swallow it all, not believing how much this old man
was producing.

        "It just isn't possible!" she thought in vain.  Ordinary men produced two
teaspoons of semen, no matter what the dirty books she read said.  Hung was
shooting loads that had to be cup loads at the least!  Kiko tried to move her
head away but Hung had an iron grip on her hair.  What she couldn't swallow was
flowing out of her mouth and dripping down her chin, splattering on her
breasts.

        When she had swallowed nearly a gallon of Hung's cum, he finally released her.
 She rocked on her knees, choking on the thick salty fluid.  Her eyes were in
shock as she thought about how close she had come to drowning.  "How?" was the
only thing she could say.

        Hung tied the belt of his kimono.  He was wearing red today.  Not even
breathing hard, Hung looked the picture of serenity.  His answer was delivered
slowly, like how you would talk to a child.

        "The Masters of Sitonyou are in complete control of their bodies, a talent
taught to all the Geishas," Hung said.  "Once, a Geisha serving under Nero was
able to stop the fires of Rome with her sex, and not a trace of urine.  What I
did was not that hard."

        "Well, I'm glad to see you have a sex drive," Kiko sneered as she flicked cum
off her breasts.

        "You mistake me," Hung said.  "That was not for me.  You are fat and have
udders shaped like a bloated cow.  All I did was give you your breakfast."

        "You have got to be shitting me," Kiko sighed.  She jumped as the belt came
flying out and smacked her on her nipple.

        "Doubting me can be dangerous," Hung said.  "The nutrients of a Master of
Sitonyou is a great honor, and will provide you with what you need for the
weeks ahead.  Next time be careful not to spill so much.  I shall not have you
going hungry and slowing your training."

        "Enough chatter, we must begin your training," Hung said.  Before Kiko could
answer, Hung walked behind her and folded her arms behind her back.  After he
touched her lightly on the shoulders, Kiko felt the familiar sensation of her
arms going numb.  She tried to move her arms, but she already knew that they
would stay in that position until he released them.

        Hung then pointed to eight giant washtubs of soapy water.  "Today you shall
clean this awful floor.  The first duty of any geisha is to keep her training
area free of dirt and typical American filth.  I removed most of the mats last
night, so you shall have nothing in your way as you work.

        Kiko laughed.  "The whole floor?  This place is the size of a basketball
court, from when my dad wanted to own a NBA team.  How the Hell am I going to
clean the floor with my arms like this anyway?"

        Hung simply reached over and grabbed her by the hair.  Before she could
protest, he dunked her head first into a tub of soapy water.  Then he lifted
her head up, kicked her knees out from under her and dropped her head near to
the floor.  Using her head like a handle, he moped her breasts back and forth
across the floor, the soapy residue foaming on the smooth gym floor.

        "Wipe left, wipe right," Hung said.  "If your father insists on letting you
keep those awful inflated blowfish you call breasts, then you might as well use
them."

        Kiko sputtered as she spit the soap from her mouth.  "You want me to mop the
floor with my tits?  What kind of trainer are you?  Shouldn't I be learning how
to jump kick, climb walls and running across rice paper?  Aren't you supposed
to be spouting wise phrases like what is the sound of one hand clapping?"

        Kiko screeched as Hung spanked her bare ass with his hand.

        "There, you have discovered the sound of one hand clapping," Hung said.  "Now
begin cleaning, or there will be no dinner for you.  I will be standing over
there in the corner."  He pointed to a place with a mat, several bowls and a
television with a VCR.  "Part of my payment is that your father has provided me
with a catalog of the one form of art your stupid Americans can get right.
Come to me when the floor shines.  I have provided towels on the floor so that
you can dry your udders when you need to mop it dry.  Use the towel to mop the
floor and there will be punishments."

        For six hours, Kiko labored.  Dunking only her chest in the washtubs was her
first problem.  The tubs were too high to dunk when kneeling, and standing up
meant she had to bend over in order to soak her large artificial breasts.  So
every time she soaked her chest, she ended up getting her head wet too.  Her
long black hair smelled of soap and stuck to her body as she tried to work.
She slipped twice without any arms to help her, and each time she slipped,
large amounts of water went flying everywhere.

        Her next problem was the matter of actually mopping the floors.  She looked
completely ridiculous!  Kneeling, she had to move her whole torso back and
forth in order to get her breasts to move.  In order to actually get her
breasts to do any good when they were down on the floor, she had press her
chest hard into the floor.  Her knees were on the verge of collapse as well as
being sore from kneeling constantly.  Kiko winced as she continually rubbed her
breasts on the hard floor.  Even with water, a terrible friction built up.  Her
nipples felt as they were on fire yet she kept working.  Hung never seemed to
turn his attention from the television but she knew better.  Kiko guessed Hung
would love to get a chance to punish her.

        Mopping the floor with wet water was one challenge, but Kiko discovered that
drying was the worst part.  Her chest felt battered, and the towels were too
coarse to offer any comfort.  She cried out the first time her raw nipples
touched the harsh material of the towel.  Yet she had to dry her breasts so
that she could mop the floor dry.  Kiko considered letting the floor dry, but
she doubted Hung would be pleased with a streaky floor.  To her shame, Kiko
moped the floor dry in this humiliating manner.

        When it was over, she shambled over to Hung.  He was sitting cross-legged on
the mat, staring intently at the television screen.  He almost looked harmless,
as a smile touched the corners of his mouth.  His hands were folded into his
kimono, looking like some pleased Buddha.  She knelt beside him on the mat,
more collapsing than actual kneeling.  She looked to see what he was watching,
and her jaw dropped in surprise.

        There was bad muzak coming from the movie, with a head pounding drum beat.  A
dizzy looking blonde with even bigger breasts than Kiko was lying on the couch,
masturbating wildly like she was trying to root out a ferret.  There was no
mistaking the cheap furniture, the bad lighting and the over teased hair of the
blonde.  There certainly was no mistaking the camera angles that were
gyno-obsessed.  Hung was watching porno!

        Kiko started laughing softly.  When the giggles subsided, she said, "Master,
I've finished cleaning the floors."

        "Silence," Hung said.  "Suzie has ordered pizza, and two delivery boys
arrived, yet she has no money.  She is in a serious mess.  How will she
escape?"

        "Oh get real," Kiko sighed.  "Suzie will fuck them.  She'll take one in the
mouth and one in her pussy. Sheesh."

        Hung sighed, a long depressed noise as he turned off the VCR.  "Please don't
reveal the plots when you have seen them before.  You are denying an old man
one of his few pleasures left to him.  You are done with the floor?"

        "Yeah I'm done with the floor," Kiko snapped.  "My knees are wrinkled and
sore, my back is killing me and my tits feel like they've been washed with a
Brillo pad.  What kind of training is that?  Are Geishas required to make asses
of themselves?"

        In answer, Hung brushed his fingernail against one of Kiko's enflamed nipples.
 When Kiko screamed at the slight touch that felt like fire, Hung smiled.

        "A true Geisha can survive any amount of physical attention," Hung explained.
"When your training is complete, a brick rubbed across your breasts will feel
the same as a feather.  All your sensitivity will be a distant memory, like
your memory of being flat-chested."

        Kiko growled.  This was the hazard of being a Geisha.  Hung had explained that
Geishas felt no pleasure from sex, and it was the main reason Kiko's mind had
been thinking of escape plans.  She enjoyed sex, REALLY enjoyed it.  But she
saw what the outcome of this training would be.  A week of moping floors, and
Kiko would kill the first man to try to cop a feel.  She had to think of an
escape plan soon, she just had to!

        "Sit here, and practice your clenching," Hung commanded.  "I shall set up your
next task."

        Kiko pulled herself up to a sitting position.  Clenching was easy; she
clenched her vagina muscles every time she saw a sexy man anyway.  She just
closed her eyes, and tried to imagine Phillipe, the muscular pool boy her
father had hired recently.  Squeeze in, squeeze out.  Other than a wet spot on
the mat, it was a task Kiko could do all day.

        Two light touches on her arms released the pressure that was making them
useless.  Kiko opened her eyes and gave her arms experimental twists.  She was
amazed at the way he could bind her with his weird kung-fu.  No matter how long
her arms were paralyzed, there was never any loss of circulation.  Kiko
couldn't wait to learn that trick!

        Before her, on the newly cleaned floor, Hung had set up four very large glass
jars.  The jars were easily a foot across, two feet high and the tops were
about six inches wide.  If Kiko didn't know any better, she would have sworn
that they were old pickle jars.  Hung began filling the jars with water, and
Kiko smirked.  This was going to be almost as easy as the clenching.

        "Oh, I've done this," Kiko said.

        "Really?" Hung asked, obviously not believing her.  "Who taught you the ways
of Sitonyou?"

        "My dad hired quite a few people to teach me Kung Fu and other martial arts,"
Kiko answered.  "This was one of their techniques they used to train me to be
stealthy and shit."

        "Ah," Hung said, "please me tell me what these Masters taught you, other than
how to attack a plank of wood that doesn't move when you strike it."

        "The jars are filled with water, and I have to walk on top of them," Kiko
said.  "I have to balance myself on the narrow lids without disturbing the
water.  Eventually I upgraded to walking across rice paper without leaving a
mark."

        Hung sighed.  "This proves once again how much the other arts have stolen from
Sitonyou.  The test of the water jars was a Sitonyou technique.  Now it has
been bastardized by those who think the color of a belt is more important than
the ability to deliver thirty orgasms in five seconds.  You will discover that
this exercise is far more difficult than anything you have had to perform
before."

        Kiko was skeptical, and followed his instructions with confidence that Hung
was being overly dramatic.  Per his instructions, she knelt in the center of
the four jars he had set up.  Then she reached back and placed her hands on top
of two of the jars.  Her breasts pointing up at the ceiling, Kiko reached her
legs out for the other jars.  Gripping the sides of the jars' lips tightly,
Kiko balanced herself as she placed each of her feet on top of the other two
jars.  Raising herself on the four jars, Kiko felt her muscles strain at the
awkward position.  Her body curved as she lifted her center, and Kiko had an
image of herself looking like a bow being drawn.  Her crotch was the highest
part of her body, and her breasts were falling down towards her face.

        "This isn't so hard," Kiko lied.  The balancing act was difficult, but she
wasn't going to let this Korean bastard know that.

        "Watch the clock behind you," Hung commanded.  "When thirty minutes pass, you
may relax from the jars.  Until then, you must stay in this position and not
tip any of the jars."

        "Thirty minutes!" Kiko snapped.  "All right, fine!" she said petulantly.
That's when she saw Hung walk around to between her legs. Well, she saw him
headed there; she couldn't actually see anything on that side of her body with
her head hanging down facing away from her body.  She certainly felt his touch
on her thigh, though.

        "What are you doing, you old pervert?" Kiko yelled.

        "Silence," Hung said.  "Any contortionist slut can bend herself like this, but
only a True Geisha can maintain this position while being touched.  Remain
balanced for thirty minutes, or you'll go to bed without food, you'll mop the
water you spilt, and you'll take a hundred lashes with my belt."

        Kiko almost protested, but she knew the crazy old man was insane enough to
mean his threat.  She bit her lower lip; there was no way in fuck she was doing
any more mopping today!  Sure she was bent over backwards, sure she was trying
to grip jar lids with her fingers and toes and sure, she had some old fart
between her spread legs, but Kiko wasn't alarmed.  This was personal now.  She
resolved to teach Hung that she was capable of anything he threw at her.

        That's when she felt his breath on her pussy.  A brief blast of hot air on her
pubic hair gave Kiko delicious shivers.  Her legs trembled as Hung breathed on
her sex and Kiko tried in vain to ignore him.  But how could she?  His breath
seemed to frolic through her pubic hair, causing them to flatten against her
moistening nether lips.  Kiko clamped her eyes shut, knowing that she couldn't
even thrash in her position.

        Hung's breath stopped, and Kiko sighed in relief.  That sigh changed to a
squeal when Hung's tongue parted her pussy.  The bent Asian gripped the jars
tightly as she fought to maintain her balance.  Her legs wanted badly to close,
but Kiko summoned all of her self-control to resist.  As her body trembled to
stay upright, her over-sized breasts bounced freely on her body.

        Hung was careful not to actually touch her body, but his tongue had no such
compunctions.  Licking, lapping and thrusting, his tongue danced inside and
outside Kiko's wet pussy.  Hung used thousands of years of pussy eating
techniques as he delved into Kiko's sweet box.  Heron Snapping Fish blended
into Snake Splitting Apple, which escalated into Dog Eating Pussy.  Hung found
himself enjoying the decadent American's pussy, which shouldn't have been a
surprise for the Master of Sitonyou.  The pussy was always sweeter to him when
it was perched above water jars.  He was just kinky that way.

        Meanwhile, Kiko's eyes were trying to roll into the back of her head.  To her
surprise, Hung's tongue touched every secret, intimate, dirty little spot in
her enflamed pussy.  His tongue seemed to be everywhere, and if he wasn't such
a sadistic bastard, Kiko would have proposed to him right there, still balanced
on the water jars.  Kiko's body ached to relax but she held her grip.  Instead
of distracting her, Hung's tongue skills were helping Kiko to maintain her
impossible position.  Good oral sex was hard to find.

        Annoyed that the lithe Asian beauty was still balanced, Hung resorted to other
tactics.  His fingers reached under her lovely ass, and gave her the slightest
of pinches.  Kiko cried out in surprise, and nearly toppled right there.  Hung
smiled, and let his hands wonder over the tanned Ninja's body.  His pinches
covered her ass in red welts, exploring down her curved legs and backtracking
across her ass to pinch along side her back.  With each pinch, Kiko's body
would arch, which would just drive her pussy into his skilled mouth.  Before
long, Kiko was moaning in a combination of pleasure and impending terror.

         The sweat on her palms was starting to make the lids slippery and that was
the least of Kiko's problems.  Her orgasm was approaching, and she didn't know
if she could keep her frozen position much longer after that.  Hung's hand then
draped over her curving body, his hand searching for one of her enhanced
breasts.  She moaned in helpless pleasure as Hung's fingertips touched the
slightest edge of her hanging breasts.  His fingernails dug in as he pulled her
breast out of her face, inch by finger pulling inch.  His hand crawled over her
breast as he pulled it into his grasp.  When his fingers closed on her nipple,
she cried out as he pinched her tit harshly.

        One hand pinching her ass, one hand pinching her tit, four jars barely holding
her up and one talented mouth at her pussy was too much for Kiko.  A long,
tortured moan of pleasure was ripped from her body as her attempts at
suppressing her orgasm collapsed.  Her pussy bounced up and down as her body
climaxed, yet she never once lost her balance. The pain in her calves and arms
were replaced with the sharp sensation of orgasmic bliss.

        Hung was upset.  Somehow, this bitch was still balanced!  He doubled his
efforts.  Now that she had climaxed once, Hung was able to manipulate more from
her.  He wrenched another loud orgasm from her, and she still held her place on
the jars.  He grabbed both of her ridiculously large tits and pinched while his
mouth worked, resulting in another orgasm that didn't cause her to fall.  He
then used his hands to manipulate her clit and pussy while he licked.  The
scream of orgasm she produced from that made one of the jars vibrate from the
pitch, yet still Kiko's limbs held their grip.

        After Kiko's twelfth orgasm, the Asian loudly announced "That's it! It's been
half an hour!"

        Hung raised his head from between her legs and scowled.  "Yes, it appears you
have survived, I mean passed."

        Kiko lowered her ass to the floor, her muscles surging with the pain of
holding her body for that length of time.  She had done it!  She had beaten
Hung at one of his tests!  As her toes began to cramp, her victory gave her
courage.  Kiko resolved to push Hung for more training.  Maybe if her sexuality
could survive long enough to learn the secrets of pressure point bondage, all
of these ordeals would be worth it.

        "That wasn't so hard," Kiko lied, her back feeling much the same as it did the
one time she was gang-banged by that horny boy-scout troop.  "I bet you didn't
know I was so advanced.  I guess we can skip all the easy training now, right?"

        Hung rose and walked behind Kiko.  To her delight, he started massaging her
back, erasing the pains that were there.  "You appear to be more trained than I
thought," Hung admitted.

        A surge of hope flashed in Kiko.  "Well good then," she said.  "Tomorrow we
can start on important things, like those pressure points?"

        Hung continued to work on her back.  He then rolled her over to her stomach so
that he could massage her thighs and arms.  Kiko couldn't believe how good he
was.  Within minutes, her limbs felt as good as new.

        "You are not ready to learn pressure points," Hung said as he nearly finished
her arms.  "You still have ten more years of training before then."

        Kiko tossed her hair as she turned to look at him.  "Ten years?  Jesus Christ!
 How long is this training?"

        "For a normal Geisha, twenty years," Hung answered.  "But since you are moving
along quickly, I think you will only take sixteen years, fifteen if we can
break you of your weakness for oral sex."

        "Sixteen years?" Kiko snapped.  "I'll be 40!"

        "True, this is why I like to train girls younger," Hung admitted.  "You'll be
old, but you'll be a True Geisha."  Before Kiko could protest anymore, Hung
touched her shoulder and hips, eliminating her ability to move.  Kiko wisely
bit back her cutting comments.  Total paralyzation had a positive impact on her
manners.

        "You have earned your lunch today," Hung announced.  He dropped a dozen
bananas to the floor.  "After you eat these, we will resume your training.  In
the meantime, I will watch more examples of your country's art.  The next movie
is called 'American Callgirl Cheerleaders' and looks to be interesting.
Michelle must raise money for her cheerleader squad, and she has no marketable
skills.  It should be quite fascinating to see how she succeeds."

        "Wait a minute!" Kiko yelled as Hung sat in front of his television,  "These
bananas still have their peels on, and I can't move my arms.  How the fuck am I
supposed to eat them?"

        "A true Geisha can peel a banana with her mouth," Hung said.  He turned the
volume up on his movie.

        As the sounds of crappy organ music played through the gym, Kiko came to a
decision.  Fuck becoming a Geisha, fuck sixteen years of training, and fuck
ever trying to learn the art of pressure points.  Kiko decided that it was time
to kill the Master of Sitonyou, or at least cripple him, and she knew exactly
how to do it.

        In the meantime, she struggled to open a banana with her mouth.  It was not a
pretty sight.