a female ninja slave

I am about to open a door for all of you that has remained shut for an incredibly long time. I speak the truth in what follows. My name is Merlana. I spent fifteen years in the underground world of martial arts. My masters knew who I was and what I could do, using it to their own advantage. We didn’t fight for belts or trophies; we fought for rank! They also knew about my preference, shall we say, for a bed partner who is another woman. The war that my masters expected never arrived, so they decided to unleash us on drug lords in various locations. I became so skilled that the only rank left for me was Assassin. I kept myself mostly alone and apart from others, but occasionally, women would come to see me—bound, gagged, and helpless. These were sent by the head master to untie my bonds while we talked and shared a bed. One girl almost had a heart attack when she discovered that I possessed both a slit and a cock, yet she enjoyed herself thoroughly, as did I. Then she would re-bind me, place the gag back in my mouth, kiss me, and leave. I was only called upon when necessary. One night, seven of us were sent to a two-story building filled with dope and drugs and all sorts of things—but not me. I remained in my room, bound and gaged. They gave me another name as well; I cannot tell you what it is for fear of being discovered. Seven went into that place—the building—and only five emerged alive. The others were punished for failing to complete the task of taking down those drug lords. Then the head master summoned me. He asked if I knew what needed to be done? I told him, “Yes, Master. I do what I do best.” He said, “Good girl,” and sent me off with the five who had returned. As we approached the building, we saw guards all around every corner. I was dressed as a lady of the night, with my blades tucked neatly behind my back. I walked up to one guard, opened my purse for a cigarette, and asked for a light. He said, “Get out of here, lady. This is no place for someone good-looking like you.” As he turned away, I drew my blade and pressed it against his throat, telling him, “One word, and you die!” He started to call for help as I slit his throat. As he fell, he said, “Taken down by a bitch?” I will share more later when the time is right. As I have said, I tell the truth in what I say; there is no one left now who can contradict me.