Let me just go on record saying this was NOT my idea. It was a request, and I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't such a damn nice feller. So enjoy, and don't frickin judge me -_-
For most of her adult life, Nina had been heralded as one of the greatest assassins in the world. She lived by the motto of the brave and foolhardy, "no job too tough" and for the longest time, it seemed that was the case for the 20 year old Irish assassin. Even against impossible odds, Nina had proven herself time and time again and gained a reputation as a woman who could accomplish even the most delicate and challenging assassinations. But, as has been proven countless times in history, no perfect record goes unscathed forever.
Everything changed when Nina took on the greatest job of her career, and perhaps the biggest in the world: the assassination of Heihachi Mishima, CEO of the massive empire known as the Mishima Zaibatsu. She didn't know who wanted him dead or why, but it wasn't her job to ask questions; she took it without a moment's hesitation and prepared to do what she did best.
She did everything by the book; she infiltrated the tournament as a contender and waited for the opportune moment to strike. But she made one mistake, a mistake that she thought she could afford... but she was dead wrong. When she underestimated Heihachi Mishima, she signed her death warrant.
Failing to assassinate Heihachi was the first failure of her career. While it did damage her pride, she still stayed strong and didn't let it stop her from continuing her profession. Her chance for redemption came when she was offered a contract to assassinate Kazuya Mishima, the winner of the King of Iron Fist Tournament and current head of the Mishima Zaibatsu. But failure once again plagued her.
Her life changed drastically when she was forced to submit to cryogenic sleep experiments. 15 years passed her by, and when she woke up... life was completely different. She was a 40 year old woman trapped in a 20 year old body. Her reputation went to sleep with her, and she was no longer the world renowned deadly woman she once was. She was just a nobody now; life had left her behind.
PRESENT DAY
Ever since her return to the world of the living, Nina was making a living carrying out small level hits. Though she was rusty after so long, the skills she had acquired over her lifetime could never be forgotten. But her skills were only half of what made Nina so great; the other half, the MENTAL half, was just as important. Unfortunately, Nina's confidence has long since faded. The only motivation she felt now was the desire to drown herself with a bottle of anything.
"Gimme another." Nina demanded, placing more money on the bar of the Irish pub.
"Don't you think you've had enough, miss?" the bartender asked.
"I'll tell you when I've had enough! I'm Nina Williams, dammit!"
"Uhh... who?"
Nina slammed her head on the bar after she heard those words. Nobody remembered her... it was enough to bring tears to her eyes. In the past, the very utterance of her name was enough to strike fear into even the most courageous of men.
"Ughhh... that's it. I'm just gonna go kill myself or something."
Nina rose to her feet and started to walk out of the bar. But as she made her way to the door, she was stopped by a voice calling her name.
"...Nina Williams? Is that really you?"
Nina turned around to find the source of the voice. She spotted a red haired man with a beard dressed in a gray suit walking towards her. He adjusted his glasses a few times as he approached, a look of pure giddiness on his face.
"Oh, sweet Mother Theresa! It really is you! Nina Williams, in the flesh!"
The man forcefully grabbed Nina's hand and began shaking it at a quick pace. Nina's body tensed up, but she quickly ascertained that the man wasn't a threat so she just let him go.
"Ms. Williams, it is such a pleasure to meet you! Ohh God, I can't believe it! I'm your biggest fan!"
"I'm... uh... flattered." Nina said, yanking her arm away from his grip. "And you are...?"
"OHH! Forgive me for not introducing myself! I am a designer of women's clothing. You can call me..."
The man looked left and right really quick before leaning in close.
"You can call me... Mr. Crotch." he whispered.
"Mr. Crotch? What kind of dumbass name is-"
"SHHH! Not so loud!" Mr. Crotch whispered, cupping Nina's mouth. "We should talk in private."
"What the hell do you want?" Nina said. removing his hand from her face.
"I want a minute of your time, Ms. Williams. I've been waiting for you... for more than 15 years."
Nina was extremely reluctant at first, especially since this guy had such a weird name. But the fact that he called himself her biggest fan was flattering. After all these years, she still had a fan. It was enough to warm her sub zero heart.
"Okay... let's talk." Nina said with a nod.
Mr. Crotch gave Nina a ride to his apartment. On the way there, he was yapping nonstop.
"You know, I always had faith in you Ms. Williams. In the King of Iron Fist Tournament, I bet heavily on you."
"Oh, you did? I'm... sorry. You must have lost a fortune."
"Aw, it's no problem! I don't care about money. I would spend every cent I own to support you, my blonde Irish goddess."
"That's uh... very sweet of you."
Nina sat in silence for a while as Mr. Crotch talked nonstop with words of praise. Normally she would be annoyed, but how could she complain? This man was infatuated with her. It felt great to know that someone still cared about a washout like her. But eventually, she did want to know what she was doing in his car, so she finally interrupted him.
"Excuse me, Mr. Crotch, but can you please tell me what I'm doing here?"
"Oh, very well then. I guess it wouldn't hurt to talk about it since it's just us in the vehicle. You see Nina, I have been waiting for you for a very long time because there is simply no one else. There is no assassin in the world that can match your caliber. You are the only one worthy to wear my new product."
"Product?"
"Yes! The most revolutionary article of women's clothing ever made, and I want YOU to be the first to try it!"
Nina started to open her mouth, but she stopped and thought for a second. She wasn't very pleased to hear that he just wanted her to try on clothing, but at the same time, she didn't want to let her number one fan down. After all, he was a designer and was probably filthy rich. This was an opportunity if ever there was one, and Nina would be stupid to shoot him down.
"So? What do you think?" Mr. Crotch asked.
"Um, well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it out."
A huge smile spread across Mr. Crotch's face.
"YES! Thank you Ms. Williams! THANK YOU!"
"You're...welcome?"
The two of them arrived at Mr. Crotch's apartment and he politely opened the door for her. When Nina walked in, she was greeted by what looked to be a shrine dedicated to her. Her mouth dropped as she saw picture after picture, posters, wallpapers, and King of Iron Fist merchandise with her face on it.
"Well? What do you think?"
"This is...uhh..."
Nina was honestly at a loss for words. This was more than just admiration; this man WORSHIPED her.
"Would you care for some tea? With milk of course. I know it's your favorite."
Mr. Crotch poured a hot cup of milk tea into a Nina Williams teacup and handed it to Nina.
"Napkin?"
He then grabbed a Nina Williams napkin and passed it to her, which she awkwardly accepted.
"Just don't spill any on my Nina Williams tablecloth."
Nina set down the teacup and turned to Mr. Crotch; it was time to get down to business.
"Umm I appreciate this and all, but I think we should get started already." she said bluntly.
"Straight to business, eh? Great!" Mr. Crotch exclaimed with a smile. He put down his Nina Williams teacup and got to his feet.
"Please come with me."
The two of them made their way to Mr. Crotch's bedroom, where he was keeping his super secret designs for women's clothing. Nina looked around: he had some very nice stuff, but some of it was, to say the least...very strange. Suddenly, she found herself inquiring about Mr. Crotch's credentials.
"Let's see... no...no...ah! Here it is!"
Mr. Crotch grabbed what looked like a purple camo jumpsuit and handed it to Nina.
"This is it... THIS is what all my years of effort have led to! THIS! IS! THE FUTURE!"
"Ummm... it looks... really weird." Nina replied, turning the jumpsuit every direction. "What's with all these belts and shit?"
"Just try it on. I'm sure you'll like it." Mr. Crotch said, a grin on his face. "You can use my bathroom."
Nina went inside the restroom and shut the door, looking around to make sure there were no surveillance cameras. Knowing how much of a fanatic this guy was, Nina wouldn't be surprised one bit if he had been preparing for the day Nina would take off her clothes in his bathroom. After looking around one last time, Nina finally got to work removing her clothes. She stripped down to her lingerie when she suddenly got a knock at the door.
"Nina! Yoohoo! Ms. Williams!"
"What?! I'm CHANGING!"
"I just forgot to remind you... you don't wear underwear with that suit!"
"WHAT?!"
"Just trust me! I promise it'll make sense once you put it on!"
Nina was very nervous to take off her underwear in a strange man's place, but she swallowed her fear and slipped them off. She began to slip on the purple jumpsuit. She slid her legs in, and then slid the top on. As soon as it was on, she immediately knew something was wrong; her intimate area was exposed!
"What the fu...what do I do now?!"
She looked down and noticed a loose piece of fabric still hanging from her pelvis.
"Oh... I guess that part goes here..."
Nina pulled up the piece of clothing and noticed a belt buckle on it. She looked at the loose black strap hanging from her torso.
"I guess that part goes here...?"
Nina tightened the fabric and hooked it to the belt buckle. As soon as the belt was fastened, Nina was immediately greeted by the most uncomfortable sensation she ever felt.
"OWWWW! What the f***! This shit is...ughhhh!"
It felt like a hard, tight piece of leather smooshed uncomfortably against her vagina. It took a few moments to adjust to the uncomfortable feeling, but Nina played through the pain and took a look at herself in the mirror. It looked good...but it was so damn uncomfortable in her lower area!
The door swung open and out Nina walked, dressed in the new jumpsuit. As soon as Mr. Crotch saw her, a huge bulge appeared in his pants which he hid in embarrassment.
"Sooo... did I do it right?" Nina said, her face in a pained expression.
"You did it.. PERFECTLY!" Mr. Crotch exclaimed. "Ms. Williams, you are truly the most beautiful sight in the universe while you're wearing that!"
"Yeah... um..."
"So? How do you like it?"
"Well, how do I put this... it's really uncomfortable. In a... certain area."
"Ah, you must mean the crotch pad!"
"The crotch...pad?"
"Yes, the crotch pad! Without a doubt the most important feature of the suit!"
"Ummm ok. You know, it probably wouldn't be as bad with underwear."
"NOO! That would ruin the purpose!"
"What the hell are you talking about?! My vagina is on fire right now!"
"That's the point! Ah, my dear Ms. Williams... you simply do not understand. But you will. You will..."
"That's it, I'm taking this thing off."
"No, wait!"
Mr. Crotch grabbed Nina's hands and looked at her with pleading eyes. It was the most pathetic puppy eyes she had ever seen.
"Please, Ms. Williams. I'm begging you to just give it a chance. Only when you've tested the crotch pad's potential will you truly understand its purpose. I want you to wear this suit for just a few days, and I PROMISE you will be enlightened. You will know the real truth behind the crotch pad!"
Nina looked away and pondered for a few minutes. This was definitely a dilemma; she wanted to make her number one fan happy, but this "crotch pad" was truly a bane on her privates right now. It was like an anaconda, constricting her womanhood in a painful grasp. But to be honest, she was extremely curious about the "secret of the crotch pad" Mr. Crotch was rambling about. Perhaps there was more to it than the intense discomfort? She HAD to know.
"Alright, alright, I'll wear the thing." Nina said, rolling her eyes.
"YEEES! THANK YOU!"
"Ok. So...I guess we're done."
"Can I give you a ride?"
"No no, I'll take a cab."
Nina turned and started to walk away, but was stopped once again.
"One more thing, Ms. Williams!"
"What?" Nina asked, annoyed.
"To truly learn the truth behind the crotch pad, you must not take off the suit. EVER."
"Wha...?"
"I mean it. The only way to truly unlock the powers of the suit is to wear it AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. Wear it on missions. Wear it when you eat. Wear it when you sleep. Wear it when you shower. Wear it when you do naughty stuff!"
"OKAY! I get the point!" Nina yelled. "Goodbye. And, uh... thanks for the free suit. I'm assuming it's free?"
"It's all yours, Ms. Williams. Enjoy! And may the crotch pad serve you well!"
Nina walked down the sidewalk, frantically trying to flag a taxi. With every step she took, the leather grinded against her vagina and caused an unbearable stinging sensation.
"Argh, my peach is being rubbed raw..."
Nina was tempted to reach her hand down there and massage her stinging privates, but she was in public. She just silently begged for a taxi until one finally showed up.
"Take me back to the apartment building down the street. Fast!"
When Nina got back home, she immediately went to the freezer and grabbed an ice pack.
"F***ing finally..."
When Nina plopped down on the couch, she immediately undid the belt holding the crotch pad together and freed her womanhood from confinement. She grabbed the ice pack and pressed it against her burning cavern.
"Ahhh... damn, that's better."
Nina just sat there for a few hours and watched TV, keeping the ice pack between her legs. As she sat there icing her raw cunt, she pondered many things. She pondered life, the past, the future, her purpose in life. And on top of it all... where did this strange suit fit in? Was it just one piece of the big puzzle? Would this really make a difference in her life?
Nina had a choice to make. She had to choose whether or not to trust Mr. Crotch. And after all the failures and misery she had been through, her decision was pretty easy. It was time for a change.
"This freaking suit better be some kind of special..."
TO BE CONTINUED