1 comments/ 3554 views/ 1 favorites Raion Teaches Humility By: LeopoldNicholas Raion was thirty two and extremely bored. Life had become easy, pupils came to His door daily asking for tuition and in general He refused. Money had never interested Him, there had always been enough and now because of His modest needs He was comparatively comfortable with no intention of seconding His own studies for the simple acquisition of wealth. His father had been a conscientious provider, forever striving for greater and greater financial stability, one of the new Japanese who had turned the loss of warrior position through military defeat into a constant search for commercial victory. Raion hated the financial elite, found their bending of samurai value into capitalist dogma reprehensible. Certainly His generation reaped the benefits, but He would never allow monetary freedom to diminish cultural imperative. He was perplexed that His parent so insisted He take the boy as a student. Bad enough that it would detract His ability to practice, disturb the routine that He had set for Himself, but the boy appeared to be a dullard, unequivocally lazy and with an attitude that suggested superiority to anything or anyone without the slightest redeeming feature. Raion disliked him on sight, from his western style reptile skin shoes to the fancy Italian polyester shirt that adorned his torso. "Yakuza." Raion had spat the word in disgust and refused point blank to consider it. Twice He had been admonished, finally His father had insisted and from respect Raion had no alternative but to accept. That very first day Raion regretted bowing to His fathers will. The boy was arrogant, pompous, unwilling to learn and worse of all late. The moment he arrived in a chauffeured limousine that was a totally unnecessary status symbol, dressed in obviously newly purchased expensive kimono and haori he had the Sensei's ire. Raion spent the day looking for some acceptable way of expression and finally it came. The boy had been set to practice a simple solo kata but insisted on showing his prowess in mock combat. Raion with suitable hesitancy accepted and delivered a sharp shinai blow to the boys shoulder in response to an apology of an attack. For all his bluster and arrogance the boy was a coward and a weakling, reduced from strutting peacock to a weeping chicken in a moment. Raion turned His back to the sight and walked away giving no further consideration to the matter. Raion had little real concept of time. For Him days easily became weeks, weeks months and months years. He spent as much of His life on each interest as He saw fit. If a sentence took a moment to write He was content, if it took a week He was equally happy. Some sentences take a lifetime to finish and He had bowed to that simple truth many years before. He did not forgot the incident, but had rather put it into the box labelled distraction and let it rest there quite contentedly in the knowledge His time was again His own. Raion rose from His bed and accepted wakefulness. Sleep was a luxury that came to those deserving, tonight He was not one of the recipients so blessed. At first He considered His disturbance simply a matter of mental unrest, something that happens on occasions even to the most focused, but then something in the atmosphere made Him tense. The noises were miniscule, perhaps less than a fly might make walking across a ceiling but it was enough and Raion picked up the Katana from aside His bed roll. It had been over a week since the incident with the boy and Raion had accepted with some gratitude that he would not return. True the absence was a mild insult, but small enough to be shrugged off casually, far less important to Raion than it appeared to be to His father who seemed genuinely concerned over the matter. Raion had considered asking directly for an explanation but had decided to allow time to perhaps resolve the issue and put the matter out of His mind. His fathers continued escalating stress suggested matters might be heading towards some conclusion. And now without any warning the eruptions commenced. The first intruder was heavy set and slow. Something about his build reminded Raion of a failed sumo, not impossible considering the attackers new profession and He felt no sorrow as the fool hit the matting face first following one sharp blow to the head from the edge of the saya. The assassins blood wasn't worthy of an unsheathed blade. The outlines of the second and third attackers froze at the sound of their much larger comrade's fall. Slowly, painfully slowly they slid forward till they stood either side of the prone form one staring down with an expression of amazement the other carefully peering into the surrounding darkness. Raion watched silently for a few moments from the shadows before slipping the silk knotted cord around the first man's throat. A quick blow to the back of his knees and he was down and hogtied in a second. The second man glanced back to see nothing then down to see his compatriots bulging eyes and imprisoned limbs. He began to stoop to ease the chocking loop before being halted by the feel of the razor sharpness of Raion's blade at his throat. As with all men of low character the assassin's tongues had flapped without any need for undue force and Raion's footsteps now took Him directly to the home of His antagonist, the father of His unwanted and recalcitrant pupil. He skirted the front entrance, guarded rather poorly by two unobservant henchmen and quickly reached the back courtyard. A quick glance through the lighted bedroom window caused Him a smile and a raised eyebrow. The yakuza boss was bound quite securely shibari style and was being buggered by his slim young wife with a very long and thick strap on dildo. The boss was making no noise because of the ball gag very tightly fastened around his head but from the expression in his eyes was utterly overpowered with lust. Raion had no disgust for what He saw. The sexual peccadillo's of humanity had long ceased to amaze Him and He now found the wide spectrum of fantasies and fetishes strangely reassuring. Man had for so long seemed to lose the drive to evolve but at least in this one carnal area they continued to explore. He withdrew His cell from the depths of a sleeve and carefully aiming pressed record. Raion entered the room silently through a carefully incised cut in the paper doorway. His footfall even in geta was totally silent. Hours of practice ensured that surprise was His friend not His enemy. "I am sorry to interrupt your pillowing." He had taken the precaution of wrapping one arm around the geisha's slim waist and the other hand gently across her mouth. She could neither fall to the floor in a shocked faint nor scream. Pleasantly she did neither, rather pushed her very pert buttocks back into Raion's groin where they rested contentedly. "Nod if I can remove My hand from your mouth without reaction. You understand your word is expected to be truthful and consequences of falsehood severe." The wife nodded respectfully and Raion was almost certain her lips pushed against His hand as He drew away. "You will excuse Me boss yamato if I do not give you the same courtesy. I feel our conversation will go better if you remain hogtied and silent." The boss had descended from his ecstasy quickly although his anus still gasped like the mouth of an earth bound carp searching for oxygenated water. "Please be assured I have no wish to publicize your particular fondness for bondage and buggery, although I did take the precaution of shooting a short video whilst you were unaware of My presence and still full of black latex." Yamato's breathing seemed to ease at Raion's words a little and the wife tittered discretely behind a raised hand. "You might consider removing your attachment." The wife reddened momentarily before artfully unbuckling the straps that had held the dildo in place and quickly stashing it out of sight in a nearby chest. Raion noticed the particular sound of the item settling inside, a sure sign its home contained many other interesting objects of the adult persuasion. "My only excuse for coming between you and your so hard sought ejaculation is that I was honored with the visit of three of your lesser associates this evening. I am happy to say they inconvenienced Me but slightly and are resting and recovering quite happily as we speak. However I simply wish to ensure such an unfortunately inconvenient visit will not occur again." The boss seemed bemused. Even as a polished gangster he was probably in no position to lie convincingly with either mouth or expression. "I see from your surprise you had no hand in this then." Yamato shook his gagged face vigorously. His eyes had been focused on Raion's tanto for several minutes and he was paying particular attention to the position of the thumb pressed against the tsubi ready for a fast and deadly withdrawal. The boss's wife coughed discreetly behind a raised hand and Raion nodded His permission to speak. "Master Raion, I am certain my husband had no dealings in this matter. Indeed he has always shown Your person the highest respect." Raion nodded His understanding. The boss was afraid. "However my husband's eldest son by his previous marriage can be foolish. Unfortunately he has shown little ability to learn manners or respect and is inclined to acts of stupidity. My husband was very enthusiastic that you were willing to accept the boy as a pupil and equally devastated that he proved so unworthy." "Then the son has stepped from his father's shadow and strayed carelessly into the Lion's den. He must therefore brave the merciless scorn of the Beast alone and will surely be clawed." "Master Raion my husband would beg your forgiveness if he could but perhaps you will allow me to intercede as he cannot." Raion's brow furrowed momentarily. Events had taken an unexpected turn with this show of respect and submission. "The boy must be shown that use of inappropriate power has consequences. He cannot be allowed to run roughshod. Others may not be in a position to be so unmarked by his foolishness." "Please be assured Master that all steps will be taken to ensure his bringing to heal. Indeed your assistance in this task would be greatly appreciated. Perhaps he needs a public humiliation to curtail his unjustified sense of importance." Raion began to notice the way the boss ate up his wife's words, nodding in agreement at every point slavishly. The true dynamics of this relationship began to show through the years of subterfuge that had been carefully fostered. Yamoto was no more than a puppet impaled on the end of this delightful geisha's dildo. "Master Raion I am sure under this new understanding our future interactions can be mutually rewarding." Raion considered the words carefully whilst the wife moving with the grace and care only a true trained geisha might accomplish proceeded to move a small table to His side laden with a very expensive bottle of Saki and equally extravagant drinking bowls. Filling two bowls the wife offered the first to Raion with a delightful bow and broad smile. Raion accepted happily and drained the liquid as good manners required. "Might I be permitted to enjoy my Sake in the manner of my persuasion Master Raion?" Raion was perplexed, He had no concept as to the nature of the request but felt in an acquiescent mood and of nodded His approval. The wife carefully placed a slim pillow on the floor in front of Raion's feet and placing the bowl to one side knelt perfectly in seiza. She carefully folded the edges of His kimono aside exposing His quickly hardening penis. Retrieving the bowl of Sake she carefully took a sip and proceeded to spread the rice alcohol over His erection with her tongue. The cool liquid and hot fleshy tip made for a combination of extraordinary pleasures. Raion glanced towards the boss and was not surprised to see him flushed and panting with excitement. The boss was a cuckold as well as a slave. Raion Teaches Humility Ch. 02 Control is picked out of chaos with determination, through struggle and most of all from studious application. Most humans never experience real chaos, the small disturbances in their existence being no more than ripples upon an otherwise mirror like pond. To understand chaos you must feel emptiness, to feel empty you must allow yourself to be nothing. Raion had witnessed utter devastation, had seen life and death become a game of chance, decreed by the hands of fate alone. He had been the hand of destruction, had obliterated ally and foe alike with the careless abandon of the ronin rampaging after a battle. When He became a killer He lost His virtue, threw away the one gift that kept man above the beast, humanity. Survival was the warriors only true creed, honor was an expensive and deadly companion. Certainly He had now willingly put aside His sword, dulled the edge to make it as harmless as a walking cane, yet no amount of restitution could erase the memories that strengthened with time rather than dissipated. He grasped control gladly, held it firm in His hands and wavered not one tremor from the statue He wished to become. Yet chaos prevailed around Him with the tenacity of a cockroach. Miyamoto had hidden in a cave, shunning man for fear that His control would crumble at an insult. Unable to put aside the marshal force that was his destiny he set about revisiting every skirmish, every battle with the strokes of his calligraphy brush. He turned his sword upon the enemy called ignorance and dissected it till an understandable form emerged. Raion was no Miyamoto. Doubt is a slow poison. Insidiously it seeps through the veins, gathers in the heart blocking valve and artery till finally choking all hope from the soul. Raion had treated this springtime as a new beginning, a chance to finally complete the myriad of ideas and plans that had been abandoned as utterly as He had been. It had taken three years for Him to reach some form of peace, month after month of slow separation from the void, a retreat caused by nothing more than His untimely and unexpected continuation. Yet even in peace the echo of loneliness reverberated around His consciousness unendingly. He was at best a communicator, on average a teacher and at worst a principle. He finally stood alone in His belief that there was no life without total commitment and the realization of His singular existence condemned Him to purgatory. Distance is measurable in many ways. Two places on a map with a scale, two points on a sheet of paper with a ruler, but how does one measure the distance between two people? Raion felt Sakura move away steadily over the days, measured that movement in the only way He could, with the growing lonely erratic beating of His heart. Raion had little real concept of time. For Him days easily became weeks, weeks months and months years. He spent as much of His life on each interest as He saw fit. If a sentence took a moment to write He was content, if it took a week He was equally happy. Some sentences take a lifetime to finish and He had bowed to that simple truth many year before. The days passed silently and He waited patiently, the evenings arrived and He let go another wasted day, laughed at His discomfort and secretly shriveled under the shame of failure, yet even that was not the worst. The worst was He felt unnecessary, forgotten by the only one who mattered to Him one jot, whom avowed some value in Him and she could or would not sense His pain. Honor decrees one cannot question that which goes unsaid, to do so is to break the sanctity of an individual's right to privacy and self-determination. That is the ethical approach and Raion accepted the fact without question Acceptance was easy, surviving the turmoil disproportionally more problematic. Life had become unbearable and yet He was obliged to finish the journey as it had been ordained. Death poems had always seemed so meaningless. Perhaps it was the strange desire to script a thing of beauty to be read before such an act of ugliness. Raion had no false conception of seppuku. He had long discarded the romantic view that in some way it allowed the perpetrator some version of release from the momentous nature of their shame. Rather He had settled on the simple Buddhist teaching that as life had no meaning then its end had no meaning. The moment of release was preordained and if the elements contrived to accept His sacrifice then so be it. He had faced death many times before and survived miraculously, it had not been His time. There is also the matter of consequences and it was to this end He turned the brush rather than to a pretty but pointless clever haiku. "My methods of teaching are quite simple. I believe that the way to enable an individual's growth and development is to use patience, care and understanding. Setting tasks and goals is important but they will be of two distinct kinds. Firstly the suggestion. A formulation of subtle ideas that inspire the pupil to search for the best way to deal with a situation and accomplish their desired result. The second would be a request, direct, with measurable consequences." Raion stood and stretched. The act of calligraphy was relaxing to the mind but the necessity of careful control over the brush meant the spring of tension within His core could often wind to almost overload. It was this dichotomy of peace and tension that created the balance that was so intriguing always. Ying and yang, movement and stillness, all opposites in balance created the wholeness of living. The day was drawing on and the light filtering through the leaves had a magical quality only dusk created. He pondered if this moment was a reflection of all transitions, from light to dark, from ignorance to enlightenment, from life to death. As He lit the lanterns surrounding His work station He breathed deeply, enjoyed the faint scent of the cherry blossom drifting from the trees close to the Shrine. It had been several days since He had last rung the bell, bowed His head and clapped twice. Perhaps tomorrow would be a good day to show His respect, perhaps tomorrow His heart would feel less heavy and the short walk through the village less daunting. He had taken that path so often alone before and had been content. Somehow the walk seemed so much further now that it would be unaccompanied by the sound of her shuffling geta following demurely behind. "Modern living requires basic skills, an ability to reason, react and understand. In other words communicate efficiently, grasping the needs of the moment and using previous experience to help guide. There are some actions and needs that are by nature paramount, those involving well being and safety being good examples. These require practiced personal skills, memory, aforethought, planning and follow through. These fall under the category of requests. Other actions are less vital but enhance existence, these would be categorized as suggestions. The question of success and failure, praise or discipline always come to haunt the liberal. However there is no failure in life except death, a truth. There is no greater punishment in life than the inability to do ones best, another truth. Any action is deserving of praise as long as it continues the climb upwards. Even failure attains congratulations for an effort well taken, even if miscalculated." Raion paused momentarily the brush held firmly between His thumb and first finger and allowed His breathing to measure time. Sometimes when she was in the room He felt His breathe slow almost to nothing as the calmness of her spilled into His soul. He felt a tear well in His eye and He refused to allow it to be more than a glint knowing that once started the flood would fall onto rice paper and ink alike and all would be ruined. He cried often, about so many things, past events that shamed Him, emotions that could only be allowed to escape secretly in private moments, echoes of sadness that seemed to hang like phantoms all around Him and also now significantly in her presence. Damnation was there nothing that was real without the scent of her enveloping Him. Jaw set He cleared the confusions misting His thoughts and continued. "Consequences of failings should fall squarely on the shoulders of the teacher. Whether a pupil is unsuccessful through incompetence, lack of understanding, or even selfishness and laziness all indicate the teacher had not supplied the correct tools to build the right action and result. There are no rules to this method. Rules are constrictive, bind the pupil in codex that erase free thinking, pre-active and proactive responses and ignore the very basis of all human qualities, an individual and unique ability to be cognitive. It might be far easier to teach a creature to jump through a hoop with the promise of treat or threat of stick. However we seem to have reached a happy point in our civilizations development when such archaic circus training is considered grotesquely inappropriate. Why would we use such socially proscribed methods on our own species? I have concluded the answer and I have a hope that any thinking individual would concur. Self, just self." Truth can be a beacon of light. It can also be a hammer to crush in a man's dreams. Enlightenment was yet another reincarnation away from Him still and whatever He accomplished He knew was drawn back into the blackness by His own desires. Time was He understood a selfish thought and could discard it easily. He of all people recognized that as we age we cover our own self-interest with a fine disguising coat of delusion. Every act is self-orientated in some way, even if only as a means to gain pleasure or justification. Charity would never exist if it really pained, man was at heart always guilty of placing himself first and could not hope to shed those leopard spots unless a saint or imbecile. "The consequence of my method is the creation of a non-dependent. An individual able to function at the highest level emotionally and intellectually without need of assistance. Such is the price of success. If we wish our charge real empowerment we must accept our own redundancy. But when the dove soars its beauty and grace far outweigh selfish desires." Man is made up of four elements, the physical, the ethical, the spiritual and the intellectual, oft metamorphosed as earth, fire, air and water. Raion accepted His physical self as being of little value or attraction, humility is seldom palatable but necessary never the less. Spirituality is so changeable as to be personal and beyond any individuals own understanding let alone another, if your beliefs do not change momentarily then you are following creed rather than construct. Raion expected no one to understand His interwoven belief system simply because they were a compote of ever developing understanding without written formulation. He valued Buddhism for its harmony and love of life, but as a warrior found its total absorption impossible. He followed Shinto as far as possible, had great respect for the natural forces and even deeper acknowledgement of His ancestors but found ritual unattractive, almost irksome. Christianity He found perplexing, its impossible homogony of ever shifting love and hatred too slippery to grasp written as it was on waxed paper. Ethics are a result of experience but guided by inner light. Principles are necessary to exist and are defined by each action and every reaction. These do not change but rather become more clearly sculpted and easier to follow. The right action was always clear and Raion attempted always do the right if possible. Even understanding that others would not follow an ethical path He refused to change His actions or deviate from simple truth. Example is all. Intellect is the rogue element. It can exist in total isolation and unrestricted by the other three. It has no physical limits, no spiritual preconceptions and no ethical boundaries. Raion accepted His physical limitations, His spiritual dichotomy and His ethical reticence. He found the acceptance of intellectual bias or self-interest impossible, rather accepting neutrality even as dangerous, even suicidal, His posture might be. He refused to use intellect to further personal goals above another's, never used its power or verbiage to change a decision in His favor and rather chose the course of disengagement, much against human nature. To impose is to destroy balance, eventually causing collapse of one half, then the whole. Raion stepped from His bath and accepted the warm thick towel chouko wrapped around His shoulders. He had grown accustomed to this ritual, her early evening arrival, the drawing of the water, His almost ceremonial disrobement and cleansing. He felt no particular joy in it, it was a necessity to keep the body clean and free of bacteria. That the geisha chose to serve as a self-appointed attendant was her journey not His and caused no negative ripple in the pool of His existence. The reflection from the mirror told so many stories. There written in line and verse was the sum of His experience. The once livid scars had faded, vague reminders now of trials but each fitted to His contour like a well-placed and carefully inked tattoo adding rather than detracting. Chouko gently padded away the moisture from His skin, her practiced hands exerting just enough pressure to supplement the relaxing effects of the hot water. "Sit Daimyo please." Like an obedient Shisa He complied, knowing it pleased her, feeling no necessity to exert authority when none was appropriate. "You must eat more, You become a bag of bones before my eyes." He smiled. Strange the way her words were chiding yet fearful. The taste of loss was somehow wrapped in her phrasing. "My belly still holds an obi down comfortably chouko. I would no miss a week of meals I have grown so comfortable." She laughed, as geisha often laugh, with practiced shyness and modesty. Sometimes He craved the belly laughs that had punctuated life when He was younger and wilder, still tasting everything and avoiding nothing. "You are expected to stand a more rotund figure now Daimyo." "There is no need to be so formal chouko. I was named Raion by My peers and I am proud of that name." Raion was named Toreba at birth. It was an unusual name, garnered by His parents from a book of western names and approximated into Japanese for ease of pronunciation. He had liked the name, worn it happily till He met another toreba at age seven. This toreba was a boastful ignorant savage who gave the name an aura He could not shake. So He became Raion, His schoolboy nickname anyway and from that day forward never answered to the other unless really necessary, with one exception. "You shivered Raion, are you catching a chill?" Chouko wrapped the towel tight around His frame, but still He shivered, the chill was in His heart and would not be warmed by material substance. "I am well enough chouko. You fuss like a mama-san." Even Raion had to laugh at His words. For mama-san she was. "It is good to hear you laugh again Raion." Chouko was concerned. The Daimyo had the look of death around Him and she knew the pride that made Him strong and the shame that could take Him too easily to the void. Men no longer felt as He felt, were touched by traditions that made failure of any form beyond acceptance. "Please Raion give time. The truth of all will show itself. You have nothing to feel blame for." Raion stood abruptly and throwing the towel purposely into the bath made towards the dressing room. "Raion forgive me, I did not intend to anger you." Raion stopped and turning gave chouko the kindest saddest smile she had ever seen. "I have a purpose chouko. It is to enable. I will complete this journey whatever the needed cost. I made a promise. I am an honorable Man. Consequence falls upon the Sensei, whatever the cause of failure, I am prepared to turn such failure to a success if only by sacrifice." He turned to continue to the dressing room then almost as an afterthought spoke again. "You have served Me well, I am thankful for the honor you have bestowed on Me. I hope I did not use you too badly." Raion Teaches Humility Ch. 03 Raion listened to the click of chouko's geta as she traversed the gravel path and exited the gateway. The mama-san had very quickly taken Him under her wing and although He felt He imposed too much on her time He allowed her to do much as she pleased. Life had been hard for her for so many years and now having a modicum of peace the allowance of her service was a kindness due for all she had given in her quiet ways to His family. Almost without thought He robed Himself in black. The kimono was of the finest silk the weave open enough for summer wear but still able to trap pockets of air for warmth in winter. His hakama were longer than the normal, but He had learned to walk within the confines deadening even the slightest noise a misstep might cause. Black tabi for His feet and a well-worn pair of geta that were balanced by constant use. The blade He chose was a white handled wakizashi, a mere forty inches in total length and in the style known as zetsurin shirasaya, having no tsuba but the an added stiletto holding the blade tight in the black lacquered saya. He carefully placed a small extra dagger into the back support of His hakama waistband and slipped out of the sliding panel of the side door. Raion reached the yamato compound a full five minutes before chouko came floating into sight. He watched her move with an admiration for the years of practice it had taken, starting almost as soon as she could walk, to attain such apparent ease and simplicity of progress. Momentarily He considered telling her about the sleeping road guard He had woken with a sharp stone throw to the forehead but decided that the man having to explain the appearance of the goose egg on his forehead would be shame enough and sufficient to keep his eyes open in future. Having watched chouko safely into the house from behind a line of shrubbery He casually strolled out of the front gate into the road. He felt at least ten pairs of eyes blink in astonishment at His sudden and mysterious appearance and slowly descended the hill back towards the village forcing a quiet chuckle with enough body language to ensure extra diligence in future. Sakuras house was in darkness. Lanterns in the past left burning had been extinguished and a cold chill seemed to fill the air. Moving forward from shadow into the moonlight He stood silently at the wall to her room, As always HE could feel the scent of her fill His being and dutifully bowed to the space enclosing her bed. One stilted sigh was permitted to escape His lips before turning He joined the shadows once more. The tavern was still filled to capacity. Youth and vigor make for restlessness and as usual the seats were filled and a good crowd spilled into the garden beyond. From His vantage point Raion could see clearly through the glazed windows and carefully inspected the faces in the bright interior, Sure enough His target was there, partying with a group of his peers, drinking and cavorting with no apparent care in the world. Raion settled to wait, much as He had done on numerous occasions before. Patience was His greatest virtue and revenge is always best served lumpy and cold. An hour past quite quickly, then another and slowly the tavern emptied. Eventually all that remained were the hardcore drunkards who would wait for the last possible moment to stagger homeward to be berated justifiably before beating their spouses and the group including His quarry. They numbered seven males and two women, one of whom had imbibed so much alcohol she lay face down passed out on a table. Raion shook His head and remembered the days before such behavior was even remotely acceptable. Bad enough that such young people should be beguiled to such a meaningless occupation but the sight of a woman drunk beyond consciousness was beyond understanding. Harinezumi was feeling particularly pleased with himself. Tonight's party was supposedly to celebrate the acceptance of mausu to the gang as a full participant but the real motive lay face down on a table but a few feet away. He had a taste for stealing innocence and emiko had every quality it was his pleasure to destroy. "Taverns closing boys. Time to move along now." The tavern owner was hoping tonight would be less difficult than the last time harinezumi had graced his establishment. The boy was wild, rude and to make matters far worse very well connected. "One more round grandfather before we go. Got to toast our newest member's health." Gorou smiled amicably enough and bowed. Better one more round and no trouble than another feast of broken furniture and glasses. Raion watched the gang leave the tavern His face as still and cold as marble. Tonight He felt the hope of revenge course His veins and had transformed from often kind Sensei to vengeful warrior. The group moved slowly, most staggering drunkenly with harinezumi in the lead. The one girl still able to walk was firmly guided between two members, the unconscious one slung over the shoulder of a brute Raion knew to be called mikio, both because of his size and wood filled head. The group followed the main road back towards the village for a while and then following their leader cut to the left making towards an old disused threshing house at the edge of some communal shinden. Raion waited for a few minutes before approaching. A flickering light appeared through the broken window pains and the distinct sound of stifled moaning and laughter found His ears. The distance from the tree line to the building was perhaps thirty foot. He looked up and waited for a large cloud to pass in front of the moon before sprinting in a crouched position across the divide. With His back against the wall on the left side of the shattered window He could just make out the shadows thrown in silhouette against the right interior wall. The majority of the group seemed positioned together with two at some distance from the main activity. The broken glass was still blackened from the smoke of the fires used to clear the undergrowth around the new paddy. Raion carefully drew the middle fingers of His left hand across the heaviest oily film and from memory used the residue as a form of camouflage paint across His cheeks, nose and forehead. He carefully wiped the remains from His hand on the stunted grass that sprang from beneath the buildings frame, grip was important and any slip could be disastrous. Assured His face would be invisible from within He inched to a position that gave a clear view of the interior. His deduction of the activities had been unfortunate in its accuracy. The second girl, whom He know recognized as madoka the daughter of the village magistrate was kneeling within a semi-circle of five boys. With apparent willingness she was in turn taking each of the offered penises in her mouth and performing frenzied fellatio. Raion recalled that this girl was known for her proclivity for pillowing and by her style this was not her first experience of multiple partners, He watched as one of the participants unwilling to await his turn any longer pulled her to a more upright position and rolled her already very short skirt up to her waist exposing her tight buttocks with the tiniest of red thongs clearly visible disappearing between her parted thighs. The flimsy material was no match for the boy's youthful exuberance and was soon hanging torn from her waist. Rather than show distress at this destruction the girl simply arched her back to display her swollen and soaked labia lips more clearly. The boy slid a hand between her legs momentarily before transferring the abundant self-lubricant to her pouting anal bud. The girl shuddered and moved her semen filled mouth to the next waiting semi erection. The boy's penetration of madoka's ass was both fast and deep. Raion was impressed with her ability to take such a sudden investment happily with slight to no foreplay. She responded at the depth of the first thrust by squirting violently and continued to do so for several seconds whilst pushing back to swallow every possible length of the invading shaft. Madoka's was a lost cause, a suitable and probably willing candidate for one of chouko's less traditional and decidedly less savory establishments. Without doubt she would make a handsome living and be in due course married off to some wealthy customer. Chouko herself had traveled a similar road but at least had the good fortune to be trained in the formal geisha tradition. Hence her ascendency to mama-san of several well-known and often frequented palaces of delight and her arranged marriage to yamato was a political sound match made in heaven. Yakuza admired the geisha tradition almost equally to the more profitable modern house of ill repute. Chouko was mistress of both and also much to boss yamato's joy a very proficient dominatrix. Emiko was laying stretched over a packing case her almost naked body only protected from the rough timber by a soiled rice sack. It was apparent from her movements that she had at least regained consciousness and was trying as best possible to please the two men standing over her. Mausu stood above her head dangling his testicles in her face and leering stupidly as she gamely licked his sac. Harinezumi was bent with his face pressed between her thighs lashing with his tongue and biting hard enough to make her twitch each time his teeth made contact. Raion was glad to see no force was being used in either pillowing but wondered if the amount of alcohol so recently planted into the girls' blood streams had no little influence on at least emiko's wiling compliance. Raion watched with a vacant stare. Nothing here was new to Him, no thrill of voyeuristic pleasure made His heart beat faster and worse perhaps no depravity would spur Him to intercede. Life was full of such tableau's, perhaps not as graphic or carnal, but certainly as questionable a choice of action as any of these. Then harinezumi laughed and Raion's eyes turned black. Not this the emotive bugle of the stag in rut, not even the lustful guffaw of a fornicator, this laugh was evil, nothing but pure unadulterated evil. Without hesitation Raion opened the door and entered, the very image of shinigami, the reaper. Chouko's party reached the threshing house forty minutes later. Raion sat quietly upon an old upturned stone grinding wheel with the two girls perched either side of Him still shaking and as white as ghosts. The call had been totally unexpected. Firstly Raion did not own a cell phone and secondly would never ever be expected to use one. The conversation had been brief and as instructed chouko had collected five of her husbands most trusted men, some gasoline and had made post immediately for the rendezvous. "You look better Daimyo." "A man needs exercise sometimes chouko." "It seems to be much in agreement with you Raion." Raion smiled. Chouko had picked up on His indicator that this was a decidedly unofficial situation. "Yes formality is probably not suited to this occasion." "I was surprised by your call." "Dear emiko here was kind enough to supply the phone, dial the number and connect the call. I only had to speak. That I can fathom even in My dotage." Now it was chouko's turn to grin widely. The Daimyo was truly back to Himself. She made to enter the building but one of her companions blocked her path giving an emphatic shake of his head. "Best to let your companions deal in there. It needs to burn utterly anyway. Such an eyesore. The kind of place bored youths might go, have a wild party, carelessly catch the place on fire and be caught in the inferno. Such a terrible waste." "The matter is settled then?" "For the most part chouko yes." "Meaning?" "All the soldiers are dealt with. Just the general to go." "Raion, you cannot take that risk, he is too powerful. Even boss yamato would never dare to cross him." "With respect boss yamato would never dare to cross you." Then came a belly laugh. Such a one to shake the mountains. Chouko joined in, discretely of course. "Yes Raion you are back and I am glad to see you." The building burned fiercely as they left. Chouko's companions were as good with gasoline as Raion had supposed. The fire would of course be seen and the local fireman would attend to ensure no spread and in due course the charred remains would be collected and perhaps identified but none would be missed. At the roadway Raion and chouko turned as if to go their separate ways. "What about the girls chouko?" "I will take emiko to my house for the night. She can tell her parents she was staying with my daughter. Madoka is old and wise enough to look after herself. They are both sensible enough to forget the night ever happened." Raion nodded agreement gave a bow and turned satisfied towards home. He heard the girl behind Him immediately of course but took no particular notice till they were well passed the turn off for her home. Entering by His studio door He left the sliding panel open and returned the wakizashi to its stand before addressing the figure in the entrance without turning. "I feel like making tea. If you would like some come in and sit down over by the lantern. It is the only chair I have so make good use of it." When He returned with a tray containing a small earthenware teapot and two bowls Raion was pleased to see she had taken His words to heart and was sitting nervously on the chair He had indicated. She made to speak but He silenced her with a smile and shake of His head, placed the tray on the low table next to the chair, sat down and poured the golden brown liquid into the bowls. They drank in silence allowing the tea to cleanse palate and mind. "Why did you follow Me?" "I had nowhere else to go." "But we passed close by your home. You could have slipped in unnoticed no doubt." "My family are in Tokyo for a vacation and I didn't wish to be alone." "I am sure madam yamato would have been happy to take you along with emiko had she known the situation." "Madam yamato doesn't like me. She says I remind her of herself when she was young and foolish." Raion nodded, this part He could easily accept as truth. "Then you will stay here for tonight and tomorrow we will talk again. Finish your tea and go through to the bath house. I turned on the water heater while I freshened as the kettle boiled. I am sure you will find some clean clothing to suit you in the dressing room. There are numerous bedrolls and head pillows in the dormitory. I generally sleep there too, I like the scent of the cherry trees that permeate that space." Raion watched her bedraggled figure walk towards the bathhouse and felt a strange mixture of emotions. He had happily foresworn having any female stay within His home again but somehow the mere fact of her presence lifted His spirits more than He could willingly accept. Life is a constant surprise but also a predictable procession. Balance will always return however much one tips and pitches the surface. He flattened His bedroll in its usual spot. Close enough to the slightly opened side door to get full effect of the wonderful drifting scents of nature but central enough to ensure an adequate perimeter allowing for reaction time to threat. He had become accustomed to using a small whale oil hurricane lamp for light. The oil was preposterously expensive now and difficult to obtain but gave a purity of light that was astounding and released the most comforting musky aroma as it burned. As was His habit before sleep He was reading a few words from the 'Five Rings'. He found sleep easier when His mind was settled and the simple yet beautifully constructed prose bought Him tranquility. He heard her bare feet padding across the matting almost as soon as she left the dressing room. Her gait was light, stilted, small exact steps developed no doubt by the use of ankle hackles in her youth. He feigned distraction till the softest of coughs indicated His requested attention. Madoka stood demurely, her hands clasped in front of her belly, her chin dropped to focus her eye line on the floor half way between them. She smelt of cherry blossom, Raion surmised she had utilized the products left in the bath house from a previous time. She wore one of His old haori wrapped around her slight frame like a dressing gown and cinched at the waist with a double coil of black silken rope. Her hair, straight, jet black, seeming to reach to her waist framed her pale features strikingly. Raion stared hard. It was difficult to imagine this was the same girl whom He had witnessed performing carnally but a few hours before. "The bath was adequate?" "Yes Daimyo, I am grateful for your kindness." "No Daimyo here Madoka, just Raion a simple teacher." "Your kindness to me goes beyond any teacher of my experience Raion. I am quite undeserving of your attention." Raion's eyebrows lowered as He frowned in thought. Perhaps this girl was not all that people made her to be. Something in her manner pointed to deeper waters capable of being trawled for a worthier catch. "Rest now, it is late. We will talk in the morning. Choose a bedroll to your liking. The softer are on the right. "What type of bed roll does Raion choose?" "I like a firm bed always." Madoka chose a roll from the firm pile and walking forward unraveled it on the Raion's right side. "I see you are right handed Raion. Should you draw the katana there by your left hand in the night I will stay still and flat." Placing His book behind His head pillow Raion opened the glass of the lamp and extinguished the wick with a sharp breath before laying back and closing His eyes. He had to wait but a few minutes before she moved as He knew she must. "Raion, what is to become of me?" Raion waited, pondered, wanting to comfort but needing to know the core of her turmoil. "I am ashamed of what I have become and afraid to face the consequences." The words shame and consequence were well chosen and struck home. He knew shame, understood consequence, perhaps more than He admitted. "Sometimes I just want to die." The girl was very close. She managed to invade Him without touching such was her need. "I wish I was braver. I haven't the courage to act." Raion steeled Himself before sliding His right arm around her shoulders and then her tears fell like monsoon rain, her body shaking with sobs to challenge thunder claps. "You are safe here Madoka, I will protect you." She clung to Him, as a girl adrift in a tumultuous sea might fasten to rock for safety. "You have saved me Raion, I am yours." She slept, fitfully at first, her body quaking from some deep dark churning within till time and Raion's strong right arm claimed her from her nightmares to rest peacefully at last. Chouko sat in her needlework room with emiko, kaoru, ayame and her daughter emi. They worked together on a silk hanging for the forthcoming festival. 'You think the Daimyo will accept your gift mama-san?" "I am sure that Madoka is a more than suitable candidate, the Daimyo needs a distraction to function fully and she will make an excellent pupil." "He will not suspect your intrigue?" "I am quite sure He already knows. I would be foolish to cross blades with such an accomplished swordsman as Raion. However if she pleases Him He will act as if in total ignorance." "Are you not a little jealous? We all are decidedly. Even emiko is and she has never seen His dagger." The young girls all burst into giggles simultaneously. "You forget the key to His bathhouse in my kimono sleeve, I have my moments." Raion Teaches Humility Ch. 04 Raion awoke gently. The smell of cherry blossom invaded His senses and the texture of fine silken hair was upon His throat. He lay still, eyes still closed as soft hands untied the haorihimo fastening His juban and drew the panels aside. He felt the still chill air brush across His body begging Him to tense but He remained motionless. Gently her hand caressed His chest, fingertips exploring the contours with youthful fascination, idly following the line of scars long faded and seeming to reach deep below the surface of the skin to touch His very soul. The hand slid down His stomach to rest upon His member, not moving just cupping, waiting for the blood to fill Him as she knew it must. Her lips closed on His nipple, the tongue teasing the center into life, then pearl white teeth gripping the hardening nub and she sucking as a child weaning on its parent, taking comfort and strength. Perhaps yesterday He might have pretended to wake with a start, feign embarrassment to cover hers and rising put distance between them, but today He tarried, lost momentarily in her need to please Him and perhaps more His need for her. It had been too long, too many moons had waxed and waned since He last tasted a woman's love. A sigh escaped her lips as she felt the shaft in her hand blossom, growing hard and wanting at her touch. Still she supped at His chest but stretched her hand down to touch the spherical carriers of the seed that in time she hoped to feel upon her tongue and perhaps, if allowed, deep in her being. As she caressed His sac she felt the shaft dance, jump with the joy of a stag filled with joy and vigor. She gripped the base between her thumb and forefinger, her tiny hand stretched completely but unable to fully enclose Him. Her stomach rippled with want, her nipples throbbed with need, but she held her rising passion back allowing only for His delight. Raion allowed His eyes to open slightly, looked upon her face, her cheeks and lips full of color and desire, her hair shimmering like polished ebony in the breaking morning light as she knelt above Him. She was naked, her skin pale and smooth as alabaster, her slim frame seeming without fault of any kind, each contour shaped as if by a sculptors hands. He stretched His right hand upwards to touch her but found it captured in her left hand and pushed back to rest beside His head on the pillow. "Rest Daimyo. Be still while Your servant sees to Your needs." Her whispered words had barely escaped her lips before they pressed on His, the tip of her tongue moistening the entry before delving inside to coat His inner mouth in her taste. The kiss was so gentle but had a depth that seemed to purge any remonstration from His mind. Her attention returned to the swollen shaft in her grasp and tightening her grip at the base she moved the fingertips of her left hand up and down, from top to bottom in a tantalizing dance. Using pads, then nails, then pads again she played as if holding an enchanting new toy, precious beyond expression. "My Lord perhaps needs some lubricant?" As if no answer was necessary she passed the tips of her fingers deep between her labia lips before continuing her teasing, pleasing strokes with digits now coated with her warm and viscous fluids. Raion lay still, barely. Her ministrations were causing His member to swell beyond comfortable to a point where each touch produced an almost electric shock. His mind attempted to understand her adeptness at her art, whilst His body simply craved more and more. Releasing the base of the shaft she moved her right hand perhaps to halfway between top and bottom before wrapping her thumb and forefinger once more. Gently she pulled down, allowing the mushroom head to totally escape its covering and exposing the sensitive ridge with its ultra-sensitive frenulum. Having again passed her fingertips through her now amply lubricated labia lips Madoka continued her teasing exploration of her prize, but now solely concentrating on the glands. "But Daimyo you are different. There is no join between your foreskin and shaft." Madoka held Raion's member fast and leaning forward inspected her discovery. "There, I see a tiny mark of scar tissue. I think as a boy My Lord was too big for His own skin." Raion smiled at her humor. He was growing fonder of this girl's ways momentarily. She was the first to notice, or at least comment about the scar and it showed a remarkable eye for detail. "My Lord must tell His servant how this happened, if He is willing of course. However that conversation can wait for less pertinent times." As she spoke madoka repositioned herself between Raion's thighs carefully making sure His juban was free enough to allow Him adequate movement. Placing her hands under His knees she gently moved His legs upwards and outwards then ran her tongue from anus to sac and down again. "My Lord tastes good this morning." Raion bucked like a newly captured stallion. "Relax Daimyo, the day has barely begun." The next lick was slower and much firmer. Raion found Himself pulling His knees further to His chest as madoka salved Him utterly. Her tongue was amazingly strong, the pressure sublime and she had no hesitation in any of her actions. Momentarily stopping she reached up to place her own pillow on top of Raion's to give Him a more complete view of the proceedings. Settling back she sat in seiza with her thighs spread very wide exposing her hood and labia entirely. Reaching down she spread the lips with one hand exposing her vulva then pulled the hood up showing the hard clitoral tip laying beneath. "You see how excited You make me My Lord. My body weeps for You in pleasure." Her hands moved upwards to cup her breasts then began to pinch and tease her nipples. "You find my breasts to Your liking My Lord?" No response from Raion was required as His member jumped and sac tightened with excitement. "I think more lubricant is needed My Lord." Madoka placed the three fingertips of her right hand in her mouth and having moistened them thoroughly slid them knuckle deep into her vagina. She stilled for a moment but from the flex of her hand Raion could see she was stroking her inner walls. Her eyes glazed momentarily before she regained her composure and removing the fingers wiped the delicious honey around His anal bud. "I love to taste myself Daimyo." Lowering her head she began lapping around His now pursing orifice. The tip of her tongue bored inwards and seemed to penetrate Him completely, but not satisfied she again thrust the fingers into her wetness before probing His anus deeply with her middle digit. Raion shuddered uncontrollably and a small bubble of precum exited His meatus to glisten in the ever brightening light. Madoka leaned forward just enough to take the very tip of His glands between her lips and with a swift wipe of her tongue consumed the excretion lustily almost smacking her lips in delight. Her finger had found His prostrate and was gently massaging the oblong intrusion through His anal wall. Her mouth gently began sucking at His testes heightening the already overwhelming sensations of pleasure racking His body. Pressure began to build and Raion's body seemed to float upwards from the bedroll towards a heavenly release. Madoka's finger withdrew and her mouth released His frenzied orbs. "My Lord is in not too much of a hurry?" Raion's member was throbbing, the veins standing out like tree roots thrusting from the earth around some great tree. Shaking, near to ejaculation He felt her hand lightly bend His member at its base, as practiced by classically trained geisha in such moments and magically the urgent need for release dissipated. Madoka rose and standing astride His hips again spread her labia wide. "My Lord may I be permitted." Her voice was soft and polite but held within it a degree of need that moved Him." "Yes madoka yes." "Thank you My Lord." The short sentence ended with a moan, a guttural cry that told of the pent emotion and pressure bottled within her tiny frame. The moan became a cry, the cry a scream and from her vagina shot spurt upon spurt of ejaculate to arc and land hot upon Raion's belly, chest and face. Madoka's legs shook as if caught in an earthquake, her head thrown back as her screams reverberated around the sparsely furnished room and echoed throughout the structure. Raion shook too. The sight of such unrestrained expulsion on command was far beyond anything He had experienced before either as instigator or observer and had again bought Him close to the point of ejaculation. This girl had fired Him like no other had done in an eon and know He understood why chouko had connived so carefully to ensure this meeting. Madoka breathed deeply as her cervix continued to fall and rise like an out of control skyscraper elevator. The release had been extreme, her body ached from the control she felt in His presence even when she was the aggressor. "Thank you My Lord." She returned to her kneeling position and began cleaning up every drop of wetness on His body. First His face. Light kisses sucking at His skin, across His cheeks, forehead, eyes, chin and finally His mouth, leaving the pungent scent and taste of her sex on His lips. Moving to His chest and shoulders her tongue lapped hungrily. She became a kitsune, fox spirit, taking every drop of nourishment for her own. Now His belly, tongue darting side to side, mouth sucking to draw the last vestiges from His indented umbilicus. Moving her position down a little she lathed His thighs from knee to groin. Long lascivious strokes that cleansed whilst causing Him to shudder as she grazed. Finally His member. First either side across the lower belly, then raising the hard pulsating shaft beneath in its shadow. The shaft she cleansed simply by swallowing it deep into her throat to stroke all sediment away with the massaging use of her throat muscles. Raion wanted to moan desperately. He stopped Himself momentarily then as she swallowed Him deep the moan became uncontrollable and had to escape. Reaching down in desperation His hands fought for a grip on her hair but deftly she avoided His grasp and releasing Him from her trachea stood again astride His hips but this time with her back towards His head. Bending at the waist she spread her ass cheeks wide and spread a thick layer of fresh lubricant from her labia across her pulsing anal orifice. Slowly she lowered herself and reaching between her legs grasped Raion's twitching member firmly as she aligned it with her waiting, yearning depths. Her orifice felt burning hot as His urethra pressed against its quaking opening. With her hand clamped around His base all He had to do was watch as she pressed downwards onto the head. The tip pierced her easily, the mushroom stretching her hole until finally bursting through the ring to be griped in the vice of her contracting muscle. For what seemed an eternity she remained motionless as her sphincter and the spasms of her canal continuously pumped against His head. Finally as the ripples dissipated she pushed down swallowing His shaft deeper and deeper into her core till the protuberance of her buttocks pressed lightly against His groin. Again she remained still. Reveling in the feeling of being totally filled by His being, letting the tremors of her own near orgasmic state work like massaging fingers over His shaft. Raion wanted to thrust. Every muscle in His being was wound as tight as a cocked mangonal. Respect made Him wait, respect for this girl whose every movement, every thought was set upon His pleasure and service. To act now for simple self-gratification would be to ignore both her physical artistry and her spiritual submission. Madoka placed her hands on the floor behind her body either side of His waist and leaned back. His member slid deeper, further than anything had penetrated her anal canal before, seeming to invade the very pit of her stomach. She felt her next orgasms approaching, knew the building fire in her uterus would soon spill down and release her whole being in a flood to pour uncontrollably from her body. She raised her hips, weight taken evenly between feet and hands and felt His shaft slide outwards till only the head was still gripped tight in her sphincter. Pausing momentarily she clenched her anal muscles hard and thrust down again taking Him all in one swift and hard descent. Pausing once more she felt His member throbbing inside her and judged He was on the verge of an uncontrollable full ejaculation. Again she raised her hips, once more only the head remained, again she thrust down muscles clenched but on hitting rock bottom rebounded to indulge His shaft in one complete hard firm stroke. Raion was lost. No pretense of control remained within His pervue, nothing existed but this fragile nymph cavorting self-impaled upon His rigid shaft. The moment came and He surrendered, eyes bulging and breath exhaled to leave His lungs empty of air. Semen erupted from His scrotum, flooded through His penis to exude in one hard excruciating ejaculation deep into her bowel. Madoka felt His hot forceful infusion of her body and responded in the only way she could, a total evacuation of both cervix and bladder, yet still she managed control enough to pump the piston two more times before she heard Him scream. "Madoka, madoka!" Raion Teaches Humility Ch. 05 Raion sat in front of the framed picture of His father watching the trail of smoke from two joss sticks meander upwards to the ceiling. The scent was familiar but time had separated the sticks from their original box and the variety from His memory. He spent too many hours here now, wondering, remembering, wishing time would somehow shift into reverse gear and the answers to all His questions would leap incisively from His parent's mouth. The room was tiny, just large enough for the small wooden table bearing the photograph and Himself. The picture was old, His father still a young man, printed in sepia colors and fuzzy from enlargement. He had refilled the offering bowls of rice and salt that morning as He did each day, a small repayment for the constant care He had received for so many years. He tried to meditate, but invariably ended as today in self-analysis, wishing He could turn the dissecting knife on His own faults with the same clarity that He used on others. The sound of geta approaching along the gravel path bought Him back into focus. Momentarily He found the sound inconclusive, a pattern not immediately identifiable, then remembering the time concluded it must be chouko arriving for the nightly bathing ritual. "Daimyo may I ask you a question?" Chouko had been unusually quiet and formal this visit and Raion had been awaiting for enlightenment. "I have never given you reason to hold your tongue yet chouko." "Indeed Daimyo and it is that which presses me to ask. Do you find madoka unattractive?" Raion considered carefully before answering. Experience had taught Him that talking about His personal feelings was never easy and always led Him to some disadvantage. "I find madoka quite acceptable in appearance." "Then perhaps she is just undesirable?" Again Raion considered. He was well aware that the very presence of madoka in His house was entirely due to chouko's machinations. He would never say so but was certain she knew His was aware of the attempt at manipulation. "She is equally as desirable as any other." "I am happy to hear that Daimyo but it must beggar another question. Why do you not beat her? The poor girl is quite distraught that You are so unfeeling." Raion was beginning to feel uncomfortable. These conversations with chouko were private and discreet but still He was uninclined to discuss such delicate matters. "I am sorry if I have overstepped my bounds Lord." Damn geisha intuition. They had a way of following body language that made concealment difficult especially when stark naked. "It is quite alright chouko. Don't be offended." "My Lord it is I who have offended." She had descended to a full seiza bow at His feet her forehead pressed hard against the wooden floor. Raion felt dismayed but still found a moment to admire the amazing pear shaped posterior that presented itself to His view. The cleft between her buttocks was spread wide in her submissive pose and He felt the stirrings of excitement heat His loins. "My Lord I must make recompense." Double damn geisha intuition, she knew He was aroused. She moved her head to the side of His right foot so deftly He hardly noticed. A little further and her lips gently enclosed His big toe. Her tongue was like an eel wriggling breathe and what had been a half erection sprung into full blossom. "Chouko there is no need of this." Releasing His toe her tongue found His instep, flattening and sliding upwards, across the ankle, then shin, to rest momentarily on His knee. "My Lord has a great need." As she spoke her mouth moved again, the tongue trailing onto His inner lower thigh, upper thigh, before dipping and sliding from His tight full sac to swollen cock head. Madoka awaited chouko's arrival patiently. Something about her mama-sans summons had made her nervous but her greeting by her fellow maiko in the pleasure gardens had settled her fears. Their air was light and bubbly, quite the opposite to the response expected if their often harsh madam was in a poor humor. "Mama-san has been at the Daimyos most of the evening. Much longer than her usual visits." Both ayame and emiko giggled discreetly at kaoru's rather obvious suggestiveness. "I am sure they have many important matters to discuss. The Daimyo has many pressing matters." Madoka was finding this casual reference to possible carnal relations between the mama-san and Raion surprisingly uncomfortable. She was more than aware that all the girls from the pleasure gardens would be more than happy to pillow and service the Daimyo but still found the thought bafflingly disturbing. She had the greatest respect for chouko both as an employer and teacher but couldn't help feeling something of hers was being stolen in plain sight. Why madoka I do believe you are jealous." Ayame was forever trying to bate madoka. They had been rivals as children, as schoolgirls, as lovers and now as maiko. "I am not jealous. That's ridiculous. The ownership is of me not of my Master." "Oh, Your Master is it. Strange sort of Master when He doesn't take the time or trouble to beat you properly." The jibe stabbed madoka deep and clenching her fists hard not to cry she flushed bright crimson as the bloody moon. "You're the one who is jealous ayame. At least I get to pillow with my Master and for your information he is very good and very, well very manly." Madoka wanted to say huge by Japanese standards but even in anger she knew discretion was essential in her duties. "Really madoka. How big is it?" Emiko had been quiet to this point in the interplay but phallic matters were her greatest fascination. "It's not something a geisha can discuss with others." Madoka felt quite superior now and reveled in the sudden envy showing in the other's faces. "Well a little hint wouldn't do any harm madoka." Emiko reached over to the top drawer of a dresser and took out three dildos of various sizes. "Now you don't have to say anything but just smile when I am right. How about this one?" The first dildo was about five inches long and an inch thick. Madoka gave no smile. "You sure He is Japanese?" All the girls giggled in unison. "How about this one?" The second dildo was seven inches long and an inch and a half thick. Madoka pulled a very straight face. "This one?" The third was eight inches long and two inches thick. Madoka picked it up and studied it closely, wrapping her finger and thumb around the shaft and finally placed the tip between her lips measuring. With a very serious face she placed the object back onto the floor then finally broke into a huge grin. "Oh madoka no wonder you are so happy!" Emiko reached down and picked up the dildo herself. She stared hard at it from the top, from the side and from the bottom. The expression on her face was somewhere between disbelief and outright jealousy. "Must feel amazing." Madoka was about to answer when she realized that emiko wasn't really making conversation but was day dreaming. "Better than a slut like madoka deserves definitely." The words had barely escaped ayames lips when the full weight of madoka's body landed on hers, that one jibe had finally gone too far. Ayame was equal in physique to madoka but was no match for the pent up anger built over so many years. Madoka sat astride ayames hips and grabbing her thick black hair with both hands began shaking her head like a terrier with a rat in its mouth. "Stop that at once." Chouko's voice was black as her rage. "How dare you two carry on like this in my establishment." Madoka froze, hands still clasping ayames thick curls tight. "Get off her at once madoka and both of you go to my office and wait." The mention of the office bought both girls back to reality. No one who went into the office ever came out the same. Madoka released her grip and stood up sheepishly and a sniffling ayame followed suit. Risking a glance towards mama-san madoka was horrified to see she was not alone. The Daimyo was standing just behind her with a face like stone. The office was tiny. Neither girl had ever seen the interior but from the outside dimensions it appeared much larger. The only clue to this anomaly was a large sliding door behind mam-sans desk that obviously led to a much larger space behind. The girls stood pensively, so nervous that without thinking about their altercation were now holding hands for support and comfort. "Strip." Mam-sans voice echoed in the tiny space almost knocking them over. The girls quickly obeyed simply dropping their clothes in a pile at their feet. "I said strip, not down to your underclothes." The girls removed their scant bras and panties as ordered. "How dare you carry on in such a fashion? Bad enough you fight like wildcats but to embarrass me in front of the Daimyo is unforgivable." The girls vainly tried to think of something to respond but neither had the courage or words to answer, they had bought shame and yes there would have to be consequences. Madoka felt mortified. Her heart was heavy not only at displeasing mama-san but mostly by exposing herself negatively to Raion. She was beginning to realize how much He had become a part of her and to lose His consideration was devastating. "Open the doors behind my desk." The girls obeyed, madoka kneeling to slide open the right hand door, ayame the left. The room's interior was black. The smell that escaped was unidentifiable but somehow familiar, almost a mix of wood, leather, sweat and yes the strong pungent odor of sex. Mama-san and Raion passed between the girls and disappeared into the darkness. "Crawl forwards into the room." The girls hesitated momentarily. "I said crawl." The directness in mama-sans voice didn't allow for a second thought and both girls edged forward into the darkness. "Stop. Sit in seiza." The girls obeyed. "Spread your thighs wide apart." A few shuffling adjustments and they were as instructed. "Put your foreheads on the floor, arms stretched forward, hands flat." Madoka and ayame dropped as told. "Arch your backs and spread your buttocks." The girls, shivering with nervous anticipation, complied. The lights came on and madoka was instantly blinded. Even with her forehead hard against the floor the white light seemed to burn into her pupils and even with her eyes screwed hard shut she couldn't avoid the glare. The softest scrape of sole against wood alerted her to a presence. She could feel the weight and indent of feet slightly in front and either side of her outstretched arms as surely as if she could see them. "Aghhhh." The first blow on her left buttock forced every ounce of breathe from her body. "Aghhhh." The second stripe placed with equal force on her left posterior mound made her bite her lip hard. "I said arch your back girl." Chouko's voice was full of controlled irritation as the sound of two equally hard stripes and responding groans came from her left. Ayame was paying the price too. "I am disappointed in you madoka." It was her Daimyo standing above her. "I expect better from you now you are in My household." Two more stripes kissed her buttocks. Stinging blows that intersected with the first to print perfect red crosses on her white skin. Part of her Daimyos household, the words filled her with elation. This time she didn't groan, this time she spread her buttocks wide and joyously climaxed in respectful silence. Madoka had dutifully placed herself along the top of the wooden horse when instructed and made no complaint when her wrists and ankles were tied to the structures splayed legs. The narrow top beam passed along her body from neck to lower abdomen and only her head and extreme posterior were unsupported. The cross stripes on her ass cheeks were burning nicely and if she focused her attention on their site she could almost produce a re-occurrence of her previous involuntary orgasm. Ayame lay on a matching horse immediately to her left, the apparatus positioned in an inverted 'V' formation, their heads much closer that their torsos. Madoka was surprised to see that ayames face was so flushed, a sure sign of her sexual arousal. Her own elation was due to the words of her Daimyo she was certain but ayames obviously heightened state was more of a conundrum. The sudden contact of coldness against her anus gained madoka's immediate attention. Her first reaction was to tense, causing her cervix to contract violently which unremarkably caused spasms to ripple along her already fluid vaginal canal resulting in another thunderous climax. She had always produced a wealth of self-lubricant, enough for any carnal eventuality, but the volume of warm viscous ejaculate now excreted to coat her inner thighs to the knee was extraordinary. His hand touched her right thigh. She knew it was Him and all her orifices, mouth included gaped open instantaneously for His pleasure. The fingers, burning on her skin like cherry red branding irons, moved ever upwards gathering her discharge on their tips till reaching her ass bud spread the thick coating around and just inside her pouting hole. Madoka pushed back with all her strength gaping herself for His delight, allowing her orifice to open fully exposing the dark inner walls of her wanton canal. Out of the corner of her eye she could see ayames face contracted in concentration, focusing on her own anal openings wonderfully torturous manipulation. The plug was large. She felt the tip push into her lubricated orifice easily but the bulb widened dramatically and she was soon stretched fully. The object was metal, there was no doubting the coldness or texture and she could almost feel the surface reflect and glisten under the brilliant lights. Raion pushed with a constant pressure and in her prone helpless position she could do nothing but purse herself as wide as possible hoping no tearing occurred. The ball gag so kindly placed in her mouth was wonderfully helpful. She bit hard onto the circular mouth piece and used the tension to stretch herself for easier entry. The pleasure was immense, she loved anal penetration above all else and this was her ultimate fantasy, to be filled beyond capacity. Finally the widest part of the bulb forced its way inside her muscular ring and she clamped down on the narrower stem joyfully only then really appreciating the width of the mass now firmly embedded in her canal. She judged the length to be six inches, the size of a largest penis she had taken but the breadth was wondrous and she squirted violently without any hope of control. Ayames face was a picture of blissful agony. Madoka had seen her anally penetrated before during play but even the insertion of mam-sans most brutal dildos was no preparation for these monsters. The girls eyes met momentarily, long enough to exchange the feelings of delicious abuse both were experiencing. The next few minutes passed in total quiet, the insistent stretch of her anal canal and her sphincters slow contraction her only companions. The tap of leather against her swollen clitoris bought her from the trance. The taps where light but in her heightened state caused moisture to seep from her in an ever increasing flow. Magically she seemed to leave her physical form and hover above flesh and bone to watch with fascination as the crop beat a slow steady rhythm on the throbbing nub. Her labia opened wide as if to beg deeper harder blows but the hand that wielded the flexing instrument was controlled by abstract force beyond her desires and needs. A sound of a metal turning within metal and the plug expanded causing madoka to bite deeply on the gag again, reactive ripples traveling up and down her body as she was opened wider and deeper. Ayame was growling. Not the angry sound of animals fighting but rather the guttural cry of the she cat as the male pulls his spine covered penis from her tightened vaginal tunnel. Madoka watched her face, contorted halfway between agony and ecstasy and realized the expression must mirror her own. Growls turned to whimpers, the telltale signs of orgasm, ayames mouth biting down but lips drawn back in total commitment, quickly to be followed by the sound of gushing liquid spilling onto the floor below as she emptied womb and bladder in total evacuation.