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Oyasi: Aiko of the Ainu People

By: cowboy109



The little plastic doll had a round head. The face was two black dots for eyes, two pink dots for cheeks, and a wide black arc in the middle for a smile. Her hair was black and covered have the head. A red bow and a branch with yellow flowers accessorized the hair. The doll wore a kimono colored by bright red, orange, and yellow bands. Her cue flip flops on the feet rounded out the doll. She was hanging by a string from a pen. The pen had "atashi no dorimu no sekai" written on it -- "my dreamland."

The pen was writing on a thank you card with traditional Japanese line drawing. A dragon looked back. He had skin, hair, or wings flying in long banners in the wind. A tree stood over him. The landscape's rocks near and hills distant balanced the motif. The pen wrote much gratitude to a grand mother for all her letters and gifts, while Aiko had gone to high school in Tokyo.

Her academic cap, the mortarboard, lay next to her on the little fold out table. The tassel neatly lay across the top with the last bit hanging down. The end of the tassel swung like a pendulum with each bump on the tracks of the railroad. The landscape blurred outside the window. The Shinkansen high speed train was going at over 200 mph. The business men and women in the compartment were on their way home. Aiko was on her way to celebrate her belated 18th birthday with her grand parents.

Her grand parents lived in Hokkaido, the large Northern island of Japan. They lived in a little remote village with the other remaining Ainu people. Most Ainu people had been killed by sword or starved by poverty. The current approach by the government was dilution of culture by consistent interbreeding. The village kept its ethnic origin secret from travel books and government census. The only hint of Ainu people in the village was a traditional reed hut in the center. It was still there as the taxi with Aiko drove a circle around it.

Grandma rushed to Aiko stepping out of the car. The large bosom, belly, and overfloating clothes of grandma wrapped around Aiko. The congregation of a slow stepping grand pa, little nephews, nieces, and dogs followed. "Look at you," said grand ma and stepped back. Aiko was wearing a knee high white summer dress with shoulder straps. Her breasts were covered by two white triangles attached to the shoulder straps. The edges of her tender young boobs peeked out among the edges of the triangles. Her hair was black and long. She still had cute and stubby knees. Her feet stood on white high heels.

Aiko took a deep breath to feel the fresh forest air from the forest surrounding the village. She listened to the familiar noises of her childhood: Dogs running around, kids making their play sounds, relatives clicking kitchen utensils and pots, and the wind whistling through the trees. The smell of forest dirt was fresh. The smell roasted wolf flesh reminded her nose about the traditional foods.

She handed her grand mother a neatly gift wrapped present with the dragon card. The wrapping paper had neat creases all around. The end of the paper was folded under to hide the uneven cut. Not a single clear tape was visible, because the double tape had been placed under the wrapping paper. Aiko bowed deeply. Her grand mother bowed deeply. Then, they laughed at the old tradition. The present was an artisan made calligraphy set with brush, ink stone, ink stick, calligraphy pad, and water bottle.

The house was simple, poor, and full of love. The contrast was the high tech toilet that a rich uncle had insisted on installing. He had threatened that he would never visit my grand parents, if he could not receive comfort in a civilized manner. That thing stood in front of her. The long journey had built up a solid need to relief herself. That thing looked like a mushroom. It had a round stem at the bottom. The top was a big bulge with the extensions spreading horizontally. It was even carefully painted to look like a mushroom. There was no gap anywhere to open the thing.

Aiko stepped closer. The thing opened by itself. Pleasant singing of whales came out of the toilet. The whales sounded like sonar pinging, like a dog whining, like a squeegee pulling over a windshield, like a teacher blowing his nose. So, she sat on top of those otherworldly noises with her naked butt. Her vagina smelled strange. It smelled funny like the salty ocean and her mother's perfume. The smell became so strong that it clearly was not her vagina. The toilet was deodorizing.

So, she sat there with her white panties around her ankles. They were white and tied with strings at the side. Her little toes were cute, moist, and knobby, as they were pressed forward in her white high heels with the cork soles. Her elbows rested on her knees. Her cheeks rested on her hands. The bottom of her dress was pressed between her hands and cheeks to raise it up. Her gaze looked around the room and toiletry bottles of her grand ma. Her naked hips rested over the whale song waiting for a movement. 

The tugging feeling started in her rectum. She started breathing deeply to help the fecal matter move along. She felt it slowly moving. Then, the anal sphincter stretched. It stretched far for the big lump that had collected during the whole day's voyage. The stretch felt so good and pleasurable. The brick fell into the water. Water sprayed back up at her perineum. She hated the idea of fecal water touching her privates. Yet, the pulsing at her urethra announced the imminent pee. The pee gushed forward with a slide shudder of her body. Tingling enveloped her body from the toes to the hair roots on her head.

There was no toilet paper to be found around her. The control panel for the toilet had a spray button. She had read in the magazines that toilets like these had a water jet. The stream of water hitting her vulva startled her. She jumped half up, remembering to control herself to avoid watering the whole bathroom. She pushed her bottoms down against the stream. She felt the warm pleasure of the millions of nerve endings around her anus, as the warm stream cleaned her. She pressed the pulse button on the control panel. The pulse would send three flashes of water at her anus. The fourth flash was thrice as firm. It was so firm that the water entered her rectum. Then, it paused as the water flowed out of her. The cycle repeated. She felt the heat in her cheeks, each time the fourth pulse sent water inside of her.

She pressed the soap button. The toilet under her hissed and sprayed super hot soap suds in a wide spray for a second. Her behind burned like on coals. A cold spray with ice water followed to rinse of the soap. Her nipples firmed at the coldness and her sensitive underside started feeling numb in the ice water. She had enough and pressed on the fan drying button. The water stopped. A gentle warm air enveloped her whole behind. The air caressed up her back and up in between her thighs. She relaxed into the soothing wind. Her butt was drying. Her vagina was drying. Actually, her vagina started feeling sensitive and slightly painful from being heated too much. The feeling was kind of pleasurable and turned her on a bit. She let her pussy become hot, painful, and throbbingly erotic.

She finally pressed the moisturizer button. A fine spray of aerosol white moisturizer landed on her behind, anus, and vagina. The millions of tiny moisturizer bubbles were deliciously cool. She rubbed the white film into her skin. When her hand touched her clitoris, it felt so good that she kept moving more moisturizer into her slit. Her hand moved up and down inside of her labia. When she reached the point, where simple pleasure and the need to orgasm meet, she switched to putting her fingers flat on her clitoris. She circled swiftly. "Just like teenage times," ran through her head, when she quickly came. She considered leaving her panties off, as she felt free and happy.

Dinner was waiting on Aiko. The whole family was already sitting on the floor mats. Her little city nephew wanted to know from her: "Is that really wolf? Like a big bad wolf?" Her niece from the village wanted to know, if she had gotten her the tokidoki stickers form the city. Her grand mother told her that her father should return from Tokyo to live with her mother. They were divorced long ago, a fact that didn't seem to exist in grand mothers world.

When grand father started talking about the kamui, everyone became quiet. The kamui are the spirits inside of people, animals, plants, and rocks. They are what animates them. Grand father said that he had spoken with the wolf kamui, before he was killed. The wolf kamui had told him about a wolf romance. Last spring, the wolf had met the most beautiful wolverine right near the large canyon. They had instantly fallen in love. However, her last lover was jealous. So, a big fight ensued. It lasted for three days. On the third day, they were starved and thirsty. The wolf finally threw the other wolf down a steep slope. The kids in the audience were excited. They mindlessly squeezed their little toes. Sadly, the romance lasted only as long as spring. A car hit the wolverine. The wolf had since lived in sadness yearning to be re-united. That's when the wolf offered his body to grand father, so that his kamui could be free to search for his heavenly wolverine kamui. The mountain spirit guided the wolf kamui to find the wolverine on the peak of a Daisetszuan volcano. Grand pa would not tell them which volcano exactly, because he knew the kids to be mischievous. They giggled loud and proud about themselves.

The next day, two vans were packed with family and other village people. The little niece was proud to sit on the front bench of the van. She was squeezed in between grandma and grandpa. They were glad to have freed up a seat in the back that way. An uncle sat there with his hiking head, a glad smile on the face, and both hands on his hiking stick in front of him. The little nephew was sitting next to him. He was unzipping the uncles zippers in pure amazement how many pockets the uncle's hiking jacket contained. The aunt next to Aiko was holding a large bowl of salad covered with plastic wrap on her lap. A tonkori was in Aiko's lap. She plugged the strings of the tonkori. Upon hearing the sound, grandpa started singing about the bear deity. The rest of the van started humming along.

Once the two van caravan turned onto a dirt road into the heart of Daisetsuzan national park, the van started shaking. The belongings on their laps jumped up every once in a while. Grandma was startled by a tree branch smacking her side of the windshield. Grandpa loved in joy about his driving, as the tires were half spinning and gliding through the wet muddy soil. The aunt called out to the deity of the ocean.

The destination was close. The grassy clearing was wonderfully inviting in the warm summer sun. The entire extended family sat in a large circle. Grandpa sent the underage girls to bring wildflowers. The smallest girls were the proudest to be given such an important task. With gleaming faces, they ran off on their little legs. A watchful eye was sent by the mothers. The eyes were cautious that they may trip over a log, rock, or plainly the uneven ground. The niece returned to Aiku to place a daisy flower into her outreached palms. The daisy flower lay across both palms. The niece kept a red clover for herself.

Thus, the family was sitting in a circle with flowers raised like an offering to the circle. Aiku felt the playfulness and joy of the plant kamui in her hand. She started humming in high short pitches to give the daisy kamui sound. Her niece next to her was mumbling 'hm -- bum -- bum' to express the clover kamui. Grandma had the same melodic notes that she had for all plants. A gentle breeze ruffled the quietly sitting extended families clothes and hair. Grandpa announced that the spirits had thanked them.

He sent the underage boys to collect lady bugs. The exuberance of the boys quickly started a competition for the most lady bugs. Moments later, the nephew stood in front of Aiku with a gleaming face. He carefully put one finger in the way of a lady bug running on his forearm. Then, he placed the lady bug into Aiko's hand. He was eager to repeat the process with the many lady bugs that were running over his arms, legs, shirt, and everywhere. Aiko smilingly stopped him.

The little ladybug ran over her hand. It tingled a little bit, not enough to tickle, yet enough to feel enlivened. The ladybug ran up on her finger. He fluttered his red wings with the black dots to expose the black wings underneath. He closed them again. The second time, he flew off. Aiko jumped up. She started running after him. He flew high into the air. He turned around. Aiko jumped up to him. She skipped past her grandpa, who was following his own ladybug. The Ainu people were dancing with the ladybugs in the clearing. Aiko's ladybug landed in the grass. She lay down on her stomach to keep watching him. Her niece snuggled up to her from the side. She asked, if she could watch hers, because her own had disappeared. Thus, they lay side by side watching the ladybug climb one grass stalk after the next.

The men and the women separated. Grandma held both of Aiko's hands. She explained to her that the time had come for Aiko's rite of passage. She needed to walk into the forest, meet the spirits, and return. She was to walk barehanded without any tool, so that she would have to proof her communion with nature to live. Aiko nervously asked, if the men were clearly out of sight. After grandma assured her, she took off her shoes. As she unclipped them, the niece asked, if she could hold them for her. She pulled her dress over her head. She handed her bra and panties to her grandma.

Stark naked, her right forearm covered both her breast. Her left arm was swinging hard as her feet ran across the grass. The grass had been soft on her soles. At the edge of the clearing, the sticks, stones, and branches poked her soles. She walked. Her naked butt was waddling left-right, as she disappeared into the forest from her family. She dropped her right arm. The feeling of nudity felt free. She felt the soft air moving on her butt and vagina, two places that were always covered by firm panties. It made her happy and she started humming a song.

She came up to a tree that felt special to her. She leaned her chest against the tree. Some of the bark crumpled on her nipples. Her nipples felt the rough and grooved bark of the tree. Her belly was breathing against the log. Her arms wrapped around the tree. Her nose touched the bark. She could smell the deep vanilla-pineapple flavor of the tree. Her backside was naked with her black hair falling down on it. The tree kamui told her to seek a dip to her left.

She wiped the bark crumbs of her breast and belly, as she walked to the left. The tall tree logs were high. The canopy above her head was thick. Yet, beneath the canopy, the air felt free for her to run every which way she wanted. Soon enough, a dip and creek appeared. Next to the creek a patch of yomogi appeared. She collected the soft leaves of the plant. Close by was a kusamaki tree with red berries. She collected those as well. She put both on a flag creek rock. Using a round fist sized creek rock, she smashed and mashed the yomogi leaves and kusamaki berries together. The yomogi leaves quickly gave green sap to the rock and painted it green. The kusamaki berries let go of their read sap. Once mashed into a singular ball, she started chewing and sucking on it.

Her first hallucination was a volleyball dropping out of nowhere onto the ground in front of her. The volleyball dropped away into thin air. She turned around herself and looked carefully at the pink elephant. The pink elephant cautiously looked out from behind a tree with his tusk. He blew his tusk into the air. Yellow sparkles came out of it. Aiko looked around. There were yellow sparkles everywhere. The golden sparkles were so beautiful that they mesmerized Aiko. Aiko wanted to touch them. She walked towards them. Yet, they would always disappear before she could touch them. She went after the most beautiful golden sparkles that she could see. She followed one swarm of sparkles and then the next. It was so pleasurable to reach for the joy in the air. Her body started turning blue like a smurf.

Her senses jolted back to her two, three, or four hours later. She could not tell the passage of time. Yet, she could tell that she must have climbed far up the mountain. Snow surrounded her. Her naked feet were stepping over the ankle deep into snow. Her body was sweat covered and shaking violently from the cold. The trees up here had not yet sprouted their foliage, because they were apparently in a shaded cold pocket of the mountain. Aiko felt her life being in danger of dying within hours in the cold. Her hands were blue and painfully cold. Tears started running down her face. She walked on. Every step was putting her feet into another cutting cold blanket of snow. She wanted to fall down and give up, yet the idea of touching her body to the snow kept her standing up.

Not too far, she could see the steam of a natural onsen, hot spring. The onsen was already occupied by a band of nihonzaru, snow monkeys. Their brown-gray fur was covered with white snow and ice. Their paws were hanging over the edge of the rock pool. Their near human faces watched her coming closer. Their faces were deep red from the cold air.

Aiko reached the safety of the hot water. Her shaking lasted for a long time. Yet in due time, each jostle ran out in the pleasure of warm water relaxing her body. As toasty and cozy as her situation was in the hot water, she was in grave danger. Being naked and wet made her a prisoner of the hot spring surrounded by snow. The nihonzaru make keep a scared distance for now. Yet, monkeys were known to be thieves and daredevils. She lay there on her back. She had found the perfect smooth rock for her naked butt with a stone that let her recline to look up at the sky. The sky had been bright blue on her arrival. She could see white little thingies swirling in the air, probably an illusion or defect of her eye. The blue had turned saturated and dark until it was black. One star had appeared, then two, three, four, and many. She gave up counting once more than a hundred stars had appeared. She released the pee in her bladder into the hot water.

The onsen stirred. An old man appeared. His hair and beard were gray and long. He had a twisted and thick root as a stick. Aiko froze in surprise. A strange man with her naked was bad. Another human being in her dire situation was good. The strange man was wearing rags. Wherever his skin was visible, it was hard, scaled, and had many age dots.

"Aiko, I have waited for you. I am onsen oyasi." "No, oyasi are evil deities." "Oh, oyasi are misunderstood. Yes, we are powerful. Yet, you must not run little girl." "I need to find a way back to my family." "No, you must stay with me for your rite of passage. I am the oyasi that is prophesized to instruct you." "Dear, kind, friendly, and powerful onsen oyasi, please show me the way home." "Aiko, polite little girl, would you like to eat something? Maybe, with food in your stomach, you think more of my valuable lessons."

Onsen oyasi searched the beneath the snow outside the water. He found a large leave left from fall. He held it up in front of Aiko's face. The breath of onsen oyasi smelled like an old dying man. His finger nails dented the leaf. They left a mark on the leaf. The mark looked like a banana. He marked a bowl of rice on the next leave. He laughed to himself and marked a chocolate bar on the next. He wrapped each leave inside of its own snowball. Then, he threw the first snowball at the head of a monkey. The monkey was dazed for a second and then jumped in a circle. His tiny hands fingered the leaf out of the water. With an intelligent look in his face, he studied the leaf and ran away.


Oyasi: Aiko of the Ainu People



Onsen oyasi explained that the nihonzaru were servants. If instructed as demonstrated, they would run off to find tourists of the national park. They would trail the tourists up in the tree. Should a tourist show a desired item, the nihonzaru would sweep down from the trees and rip the item from the tourist to bring it back here. The nihonzaru would not return before tomorrow, because they were far away and tourists were mostly available during the day only. However, he assured her that Aiko need not fret, because he had ordered beef yesterday. As he finished his explanation, four monkeys showed up with kobe beef, vegetable, and rice.

They were eating with their bare hands dropping the occasional piece of food in the water. The monkeys were eager to fish any leftovers out of the water. Sometimes, they landed with a splash next to them to grab and dart away the next second. The onsen oyasi implored her to tell her about the changes in society. He loved hearing about the bullet trains. He deplored the diminishing of the Ainu People. Apparently, it had been two or three decades since the last Ainu had reached his hot spring.

Once Aiko's stomach was full, her eyes started getting drowsy from the long day. She fell asleep into a dark, black, and dreamless sleep. The next morning, she woke up by something intently moving around in her hair. She could feel a bit of hair pulled to the side. She could feel a finger moving over hair stubbles right on the surface of her scalp deep inside her hair. It felt kind of good. So, it took a moment to realize that fingers should not be moving through her hair. She opened her eyes and found a nihonzaru smiling at her with both hands in her hair. The monkey was cleaning her hair as a gesture of affection. She found herself on rocks in the middle of the onsen. The air was warm enough from the water steam. Had she stayed in the water all day, her skin would have shriveled up completely.

She felt strangely tired and weak. Her vagina felt like she had slept with a boy the night before. She explored the area a little bit. However, she quickly grew cold walking naked in the snow. She spent most of the day lethargic in the hot water watching the monkeys. The monkey faces looked strangely like human people. She knew that the nihonzaru resembled human faces. Yet, she thought that she could make out a grand grandma from a faded photograph and another famous historic Ainu man. She watched them lying lazily in the water like her. The little ones were occasionally splashing water on each other until a female sharply bit one of them on the neck to call to order. By noon the three monkeys from last night returned with a banana, rice, and chocolate bar. 

She tried the old man's lesson. She searched for leaves under the snow. Her nails pressed on the leave to mark the outline of an apple. The next leave was marked with more rice. Another one was marked for beef. She put each leave in a snowball as she had been shown. She missed the monkeys a few times. She had to swim over to where the monkey had been. The monkeys would scatter. She had to search for the leave, make another snowball. Finally, she sent the monkeys of with her orders. Waiting was boring. So, she made another leave with something impossible. She drew a car on it. An idea came to her to send another monkey for a cell phone. That way, she could call for help.

By nightfall the onsen oyasi returned. He had a rosy complexion today and walked without his root stick. She told him about the familiar monkey faces. He explained to her that the nihonzaru were servants. Their most important function was to store the kamui of people. They were spirit urns. He summoned the monkey that looked like her grand grandma. He told Aiko to cuddle the monkey in her arms. The monkey nestled against her naked breasts. The monkey's hand reached to her face. His tiny fingers curled around her nose. She closed her eyes for a moment in reflex to the hands coming close. Immediately a dream came over her.

In the dream, she was walking with her grand grandma on a small trail near the Ainu village. It was the herb trail, because many useful native herbs grew next to it. The grand grandma held her hand. The grandma looked at Aiko: "Oh, dear child, you are in grave danger. You are such a sweet child." They continued walking together. Aiko felt the human warmth from the rough hand that was holding her. The grand grandma bent down to pick up some fresh herbal leaves from a plant. She pressed the free hand with the leaves against her nose to take a deep inhale. Grand grandma looked at Aiko with deeply blue eyes. The herb was clearing her vision and made her eyes vividly blue. "You must follow his orders. In the end, he will give you everything that you need to escape." Aiko's eyes opened and the monkey went scurrying away.

Dinner was quiet. The beef, rice, and a fruit seemed to be the standard faire that was ordered from the monkeys. Over peeling and eating the orange, the onsen oyasi explained that he needed to tattoo Aiko. As part of the rite of passage, he had to paint power symbols on her.

Onsen oyasi sharpened a bamboo stick. The tattooing process would be the traditional horimono way done by hand. The Sharp bamboo stick would pierce her skin and push the color. Aiko lay with her chest stretched over a rock, while her lower body was in the hot onsen water. The onsen oyasi etched a branch along the top of her shoulder blade. From the thick gnarly branch, thin and fluid branches reached down and across her back. The branches were covered with flaming-autumn-red, five-star-fingered leaves. A white bird with elegant, white wings and flowing tail looked interested down to her right buttock. Up her back from her right buttock were two koi fish swimming. One of them rippled the water surface, as he reached out of the water to look at the bird. Half green and half red five-star-fingered leaves were floating on the water surface on her lower right back. It was a scene that might have played at this onsen in fall.

He turned her over. Above her right breast, he etched a palm sized tattoo. It was a bright red lotus flower with orange flower stalks shining out of it. The lower half of the red lotus flower was surrounded by water waves. It seemed to be a power symbol of strength due to the vivid colors and bold lines.

She had fallen asleep before he finished the tattoo. She only got to admire it in the morning. She had found herself on the same rock in the center of the water pools engulfed in the warm stream. The same monkey was grooming and cleaning her hair again. She looked at her tattoo on her breast. Her vagina was very sore this morning. She barely wanted to move. She did not want to move anyway. She felt herself being lethargic, even weak as if she were bed stricken thick.

She lay there doing nothing as her monkey servants returned with all five items. The car order had yielded a small toy car. The cell phone order had brought her a shiny new iPhone. The iPhone was in a cute pink animal case. Unfortunately, there was no connectivity in the mountains. So, she played Tetris until the cell phone battery died. Curiously, a female nihonzaru had managed to show up with another iPhone. Even more curiously, after much chattering to the phone and button pushing, it made the same melodically beeping Tetris sound.

Being bored, she tried to summon one of the monkeys. She focused on the one that reminded her of a famous Ainu on a faded photo. As her grandpa had taught her, she carefully looked at the monkey. He had a fierceness, a gentleness, and a boldness about his face. Aiko attempted to feel, what it felt like to be that fierce, gentle, and bold. She imagined the feeling of being with her family around a familiar dinner table. She extended that warm feeling from the center of her heart out to the famous looking nihonzaru. Her warm energy touched him softly on the fur. It felt good to her to project good energy out.

After a few minutes, the nihonzaru noticed. He slowly moved closer. He cuddled on her bosom. His hand reached for her nose. One finger poked her eye by accident. In reflex Aiko closed her eyes again. Immediately, she found herself behind a large rock looking down at a canyon. The famous Ainu was next to her in person. He carefully looked over the rock down at the canyon.

"We thought that we could surprise the Japanese at this chokepoint. Instead, they killed us all from their helicopters. We had planned to roll large rocks down into the canyon. We could not throw those rocks up at the helicopter. We surrendered with white handkerchiefs flowing in the air. They killed us without mercy. The rocks are still up here. I was the last leader of the rebellion."

"Come walk with me. There is a glen not too far away from here. Our dead warriors are buried there. They are not warriors. We are not warriors. We have always been tender communicators with the kamui. When we kill a bear, we have a two year ceremony to send of the kamui in the best possible way. We are not killers with machine guns that kill another beautiful man or woman every second. When you return to the Ainu from the onsen, you must tell the elder about this glen. They will know the proper ceremony to bring closure to the massacre of our last stand."

The famous rebel leader walked her to many holy and memorable sites. When the monkey let go of her nose and she jolted back into reality, the sunlight was already waning. She looked around her. The monkeys were in an excited uproar, yet sitting all by themselves. She had to rub her eyes twice. Many monkeys were new owners of iPhones. The iPhone cases were fascinating. There were plain shiny blue ones. There were cases with pop drawings. Another case was a luxurious, smooth, and highly polished wood box. The sound of Tetris was clearly recognizable. Had they all learned to start the download, start, and play the Tetris application?

The onsen oyasi came roaring out of the water. The grayness of his hair was completely gone. He stood there like a firm and trim grand pa. His voice was clear and harmonious: "You fool! Don't you know about the one hundredth monkey effect? When the hundredth monkey learns to play Tetris, all the monkeys on all the islands will know how to play Tetris. You have to be careful, what you teach these monkeys. These monkeys have human kamui inside of them. They are a lot smarter than the regular nihonzaru. Yet, they still affect the other nihonzaru with the one hundredth monkey effect!" As an editor side note, scientists were baffled that year by the vehemence of iPhone theft by monkeys and their addicted focus to play Tetris until the battery died. Rumors whisper that the top high score is now held by a nihonzaru.

The onsen oyasi calmed down. He remembered when he spent a lonely winter crocheting hats. The monkeys watched him of course carefully. It only took them a week to learn crochet. Once they had made a hat, they would run down the mountains to the national park tourists. They would pull the crochet hat over the tourists head. They made sure to pull the hat over the eyes. Some tourists would simply freeze. Yet, other tourists would start running and inevitable ran into a tree. The tree would knock them on their butt. The sound of that was memorable 'tock -- thump.' Then, the monkeys would jump summersaults in joy. When there was a group of monkeys with crochet hats on the trees, the 'tock -- thump' sounds would start soon. Oh, those mischievous nihonzaru!

Over dinner of rice, vegetables, and chicken, the onsen oyasi explained that Aiko was a girl. Now she was to be a woman. To finish her transformation, she needed to be introduced into sexuality. Those young boys did not know how to properly have intercourse and would hurt her. Thus, the experience would be bad. Aiko tensely interjected that she already had had sex with a couple boys. The onsen oyasi discounted that, because it was not with someone from the Ainu people.

He pulled his penis out from. The penis of an old man stood oddly out. Old men don't hold penises in their hands. He told her about the love of her family, when she would be reunited. He told her that this was a crucial part of her rite of passage. He fondled her breast. He kissed her lips. The old man grabbed his penis and pushed it into her belly. She gasped, because her vagina was so raw from the last days. She begged him to put it in her ass instead. She begged him to use a condom. He was horny. The strong old mans body held her tight and humped her. He grunted. She felt a little arousal as well and pushed her pelvis bone against him. She drooled on the old skin of his shoulder.

The old man called out grunts like he was nearing orgasm. His touch grew softer. His penis became more comfortable. Her lubrication must have kicked in. His body weight on top of her became lighter. His face became hazy and unclear. Now, she barely felt the penis. His head seemed transparent with the night sky's stars shining through it. The onsen oyasi was only a smoke and finally blended with the vapor of the hotspring. Aiko had one hard orgasm that triggered the next. She fell asleep exhausted.

The next morning, she woke up early. The water had uncomfortably soaked her skin. Yet, she felt strong and invigorated. She was not in the usual spot on the rock island in the middle of the onsen. She was in the same place, where she had been fucked the night before. The monkeys were already holding her breakfast. Today, they had brought a pack for military MRE -- Meal Ready to Eat. She warmed the aluminum wrapped dried food with water from the onsen.

The vigor that she felt motivated her to finally seek freedom. The solution was so clear now. She summoned another monkey to ask him questions. A fury old looking fellow seemed the best bet. He swam to her. He cuddled in her bosom. This one stuck one finger each up her nostril. The two skinny fingers felt surprising, violating, and refreshing at the same time.

"The onsen oyasi captured part of my kamui. He stored it in this monkey. The elder believe, when a person dies, the kamui should be free to go, where it wants. The onsen oyasi believes that he must save the Ainu people. He tries to save us by taking part of our kamui and storing it in the nihonzaru."

"You are feeling weak, because the onsen oyasi takes part of your kamui and your youth. Your genital hurt, because he forced intercourse on your every night. When your vaginal lubrication pumps, his penis sucks it into him. That's how he steals part of the kamui and youth. Did you notice how he was more youthful after every night?"

"During the day, he is weak and in a coma. This is the only time that you can escape the powerful deity. The snow and cold temperature around here is bound by a mystical spell. Walk for an hour down the slope and you will be back in summery air. You must walk swiftly, because an hour naked, wet in the cold can kill you. Send a monkey for something. Watch the direction carefully and follow that direction."

The monkey let go of her nose and disappeared into the pack. She got another leaf. She etched on it a book with her finger nail. She wrapped it in a snow ball. She hit a monkey on the head with it. Her strength was so intense today that she knocked the monkey over. The monkey ran. She stood up out of the water. Her warm nostrils blew smoke into the air. Water vapor was rising up from all over her naked youthful body. She felt her muscles strong, like they had grown larger after a hard workout at the gym. She ran after the monkey. Her feet were strong. Her boobs bounced with each step. The snow was cold on her feet, yet her blood was hotter.

An hour later, the snow had vanished. The trees were green again. Birds were singing. The warm summer sun felt good on her skin. She meandered through the trees towards the lower elevation. She would surely cross a road. She found the family at the clearing. They quickly gave her the dress, panties, bra, and shoes back. They had camped here waiting for her return. The whole story with the onsen oyasi seemed but a dream of native plant hallucinogens. However, a nihonzaru appeared and gave her a book, a field guide about native plants.

From that day on, Aiko's college days were ordinary. She messed up some tests. She was the best in class for one thing. She took up fencing and swimming as extracurricular activities. She flirted with boys. She snickered about them with her girl friends. She bought little knick knacks with her first own money from a college cafeteria job.

About three years into college, her friends decided to dress in their old high school uniforms for memory's sake. She wore shiny leather heels. The socks rolled up over her knees. The school uniform skirt went to her mid thigh. She wore a white blouse. The second button from the top, the dai-ni button, was missing. She had exchanged the button with her high school sweetheart. It is the button closest to the heart. The patch of her school was on the left chest side. On the other side was a red ribbon. The end of the ribbon had a symbol. It was a circle with a wavy line going across it. There were two wave peaks. It was an old gypsy sign that told the mistress of this house is horny and shameless. Her girl friends had given her major props for being so daring and knowledgeable about European legends.

So dressed, she was on her way home from college. She was standing in a crowded Tokyo rush hour subway car. Her hand was held up high on the horizontal pole. People were sullenly swaying with the uneven tracks of the train. Looking closer, some high school kids were excited about a new technical gizmo. A couple in the corner was making out. An old lady with gray clothes gave a man the evil eye for bumping her earlier.

A male hand caressed Aiko's butt for a moment. She did not like the groping on the train. Yet, she ignored it. As Aiko sunk into her own thoughts again, the hand grew bold and pinched her butt cheeks. She tried to move away. Yet, the train was too crowded. People gave her evil looks, when she tried to squeeze in between them. The train wheels vibrated on the tracks. The inside lights lighted up pipes, walls, and graffiti on the subway walls. Aiko was aware and anticipating the next grope. The hand pinched her butt again and a young man's voice said: "You are pretty. Do you want to be my girlfriend?" She shrugged no, tilting her head to the side and squinting her eyes.

The young man behind her dropped his hand on her shoulder intending to leave it there. Aiko wiggled her body free of the hand. The male voice laughed: "Oh, you are like a wild stallion that wants to be tamed first." The train door opened at the next station. She tried to get out of the train. The young man's hand quickly felt for her bra strap on her back and held her with it. She wouldn't have made it out anyway. Too many people were pushing into the overcrowded subway car. The next station would be three minutes out. Three long minutes with that man.

The young man was very aware of the time and her helplessness as well. His fingers pushed the skirt between her buttocks. He pinched her between the legs. "Oh, very good pussy. You should be proud!" He pushed his erect penis against her skirt from behind. She felt the firm bulge. His hand reached around her body and grabbed her boob. He found the missing dai-ni button and reached inside of her white blouse His fingers felt over the edge of her bra. His fingers fingered under it and pinched her nipple. "You are my girl friend now. What is your name?" "Aiko. No. Stop."

The young man stood two inches back from her. She felt relieved about the erect penis disappearing from her behind. Now, he lifted up her skirt. Her butt was exposed. Not many people would see it. Two young guys were laughing raucously. A business man in a suit ogled her without moving his head with the eyes peering down. She struggled with both hands behind her to push her skirt down. The next subway corner unsteadied her high heeled feet and she leaned back onto the young man's body. She felt his erection, the clean, luxurious suit, and his strong muscles. "Ah, now you are ready to hug me. You should keep your arms up on the pole to steady yourself."




Oyasi: Aiko of the Ainu People



His hands guided her hands back to the top vertical pole. His large hands held both of her wrists there. His free hand unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra was showing partially. The neatly tucked in blouse did not fall open completely. She struggled and wined. The other passengers mostly ignored her not wanting any trouble. He flipped one of her boobs out of the cup of the bra. Anyone looking at her from the right side and ankle could now see her naked boob and nipple. "You like that, you slut, don't you? You dream of showing your hot young body to people." In secrecy, she was a shy girl and had dreamed about being naked and exposed to people. It had turned her on as she masturbated quietly at night to avoid waking her roommate. Yet, the actuality of the situation was so unwanted and uncomfortable. She winded and wiggled.

The subway entered the next station. The man looking into the window as the train came to a stop saw her with her unbuttoned blouse and one nipple showing through the blouse. The other nipple was still covered by a bra. The throng of people pushed into the car, yet nobody could enter the full subway car. The doors closed. The man whispered into her ear: "Three stops that makes us a married couple. I should see your goods as husband."

He still had both her arms pinned to the horizontal pole above. His free hand reached under her skirt. It reached around the top elastic of her panties. He pulled them down under her butt. He could not stretch his hand further down. So, he lifted his foot to reach between her legs. The soles of his leather shoes pushed down her panty to her knee. The dirty soles of his shoe had touched the pavement, where people had spat, homeless had peed, and dogs had taken a shit. Aiko shuddered at the idea of having to pull the desecrated panties up against her most intimate, when this would be over. She felt so humiliated with the panties low and twisted, her boobs showing, among all these important and neatly dressed business man. The young man enjoyed watching the subtle reactions from the bystanders. Nobody dared to look openly or show a reaction. Yet, a woman clearly showed her disgust and assumption that Aiko were a fetish prostitute indulging her client. The woman did not like the young girls, who could make a lot of money simply for having a youthful and spunky appearance.

They stood quietly for a minute or so. She could feel her red face. The man could feel his horny feelings circulating through his body. As the subway left the station, he let go of her hands. He reached for her shoulder. He pushed her down. When he pushed his knee into the back of her knee, her legs gave out from under her. She was no in the netherworld of a subway car. The world looked so foreign. She looked at a forest of legs and bags dangling down from hands. She tried to get up. The young man's hands pushed her down. She tried to crawl away. Yet, the business man pushed her bag with his leather suit case. He did not want to be part of it. Across the aisle was a young woman sitting in a jeans mini skirt. She could see her turquoise panties from this low vantage point.

The young man opened his zipper and whipped out his erect penis. The red head and smooth shaft was right in front of her face. He pressed the penis against her eye. Then, he whipped the smooth skin of her cheek with it. He tried to push his penis into her mouth. Yet, she puckered and pressed her lips together. He managed to push his penis a little in between her wet lips. Yet, the smooth teeth provided the final barricade. He rubbed his penis a bit back and force: "Ah, you like brushing your teeth, don't you?" The penis strangely made her think of sex. She pushed away any arousal.

The next station, the business man with the leather brief case next to her left the subway. She followed the momentarily gap outside. She waddled in short strides with her panties at her knees and her high heels. During the push out, her blouse became untucked. Her one breast fell into public view. Outside the train, she reached between her knees to pull up the panties to move faster. She pushed through the people in a straight line to get away.

She walked into a pedestrian tunnel. The tunnel was empty of people. A yellow paper notice suggested that the particular track was closed for renovation. She turned around to see the young man following her. She kept moving forward. Her high heels echoed like the sound of horse shoes through the empty pedestrian tunnel. The man's foot steps were a baritone thumping. The old fluorescent lamps turned everything into a pale color. The tiles on the floor had dirty black fillings in between. The end of the tunnel had a black wrought iron gate with a dark subway platform behind it. The gate was locked.

A man's bathroom door was nearby. She went inside. The mirror had a split running across it. The balls of used paper hand towels flowed over the trash receptacle onto the floor. Empty paper toilet rolls and discarded toilet seat hygiene covers were left on the floor. The urinals have semi-circular piss stains on the floor. She ran into the nearest stall. The metal door shut with a click behind her that made all other doors shudder as well. The lock had been removed.

She stood frozen in the filthy stall. The young man opened the stall door: "Oh, what a taste for a honey moon suite you have!" He pulled her out of the narrow stall. He grabbed her neck with one hand and throat with the other. He put his leg behind her. He pulled her back on the throat. She fell over his neck backwards. He softly guided her to the floor. She was lying with her clean clothes on this bathroom abandoned by subway riders and the janitorial cleaning. He pressed his lips on her closed mouth. Her head wiggled left and right to escape the pressure of his jaw. Eventually, he got her pinned.

She felt a strong urge against this young man. The tattoo on her back and over her breast started burning strong. Her muscles tensed. Her mind tightened to shut everything out to focus on the task of pushing him back with all her strength. She lost track of time to how strong she was pressing. Her whole body was pressing against his reviled body. She half noticed that she was pressing his body against the ceiling. She was too focused on putting all her will into pushing him hard against it to think much about what happened. Every exhale that he took gave her the chance to push him a little tighter against the ceiling. He could not inhale. He could only give little exhales until his longs were completely empty and he fainted.

As the young man's struggle stopped, Aiko's senses came back. She realized that she was floating in the air. When she noted the impossibility of floating in the air, she fell down hard on the floor butt first. The lifeless body of the young man was on top of her. She looked at her breast tattoo from the onsen oyasi. It was brighter and more vivid. The symbols had more detail now.

Her hair was tussled. She straightened out her blouse and hair in front of the mirror. Now that she was safe, she felt the nastiness of the place. It weirdly turned her on. She thought about her wet good night fantasies of someone taking her beyond her will to experience wild sexual pleasures. She was oddly turned on and felt her panties getting wet.

She turned to the man, who slowly came to his senses. His eyes were blinking around. He said that he was sorry. She stepped her high heels left and right of his head. He looked up under her skirt. "Do you like this?" The young man smiled nervously. She squatted down balancing on her high heels to present her bottom to the young man's face: "Eat!" The young man gingerly pulled the panty to the side. He licked across her vulva. His tongue slid in between her vulva.

The wet touch of his tongue felt good, yet did nothing to diminish Aiko's wild urge. She stood up. The young man had become sullen, happy, and cozy tasting her juices. She walked around and told him to pull down his pants and drawers. He was now lying on his back with his pants and drawers bunched around his ankles. She stepped one of her high heels between his legs. The balls of the shoes lightly stepped onto his sack of balls. The skin spread out under toes like a dough ball pressed into a pizza. "Who is in charge?" "You are Aiko." "Then, I will use your penis to fuck myself."

Aiko kneeled on the floor and inserted the penis into her vagina. She was riding the penis hard. She went up all the way on it and fell down bumping her buttocks against his pelvis. The fire inside her burned even harder. When he came inside of her, she felt inside of her a muscle in spasms and convulsions. She felt a bit eased of her urges not by her orgasm, but by his. She got up. Strangely, she did not feel any cum oozing out of her. The young man looked ten years older. She felt invigorated and fresh. She left him sprawled out. She pulled her panties in place.

She reached her hand out to push the door open. She felt the resistance of the door, because the door was meant to open to the inside. The next moment, the door fell outside. For whatever strange reason, she had blown the door out of its sockets. She did not dwell on it much. Her body felt good and strong. Plus, she had the urge to sleep with another young man. Her pussy felt like a wide open mouth filled with ravenous hunger.

She walked through the busy station with its many little stands for candy, drinks, snacks, and books. She walked in a straight line to the exit stairway. She bumped into people. Strangely, people were falling off her like dead flies. She felt so strong and energized. A large security man had seen her walk like that. He smiled big as he braised himself for the impact of her shoulder. She felt so strong and daredevil that she did not hesitate for a moment. His body flung back. He half circled himself and grabbed on two passersby to regain his balance.

Outside the station, night had already fallen. She waved for a taxi. The middle aged man looked strangely erotic to her. He dropped her off at a night club. She walked past the long line of dressed up people. Girls had mini skirts. Boys had suits. The bouncer in black dress put his spread out hand in front of her to stop her from unlocking the velvet rope: "Miss, first you are cutting in line and second you are not dressed sophisticated enough. Please, go." Aiko was mad. Madness dashed across her reddening face. Her mind was filled with anger firing at the bouncer. The bouncer started stumbling backwards as if an invisible hand were pushing him.

She unclipped the velvet rope maintaining her anger singularly focused on the bouncer. The bouncer walked backwards through the entrance curtain. She followed him. His face was visibly shaken in terror as he could not stop himself from moving back. He fell over a stair onto his back. His arms were waving at her to let go. She stepped to his head. She held her white high heels into his face: "Lick, you dog." As the bouncer eagerly licked the soles and surface of her boot, the anger in her began to subside.

Her gaze turned to the club. It was filled with colorful lights. The mirror behind the bar reflected the lights and refracted the colors through the multi colored liquor bottles. Girls were dressed smart and sexy. They were dancing on platforms and tables. Guys were dressed smooth in suits and holding drinks. On the near side was an area with half circular leather booths. On the far side was the dance floor with pumping music.

Ordinarily, shy Aiko would have stayed with her girl friends. Tonight, she was full of life like a group of playful dolphins were teaming in her body. She leaned forward over the back of a booth. Her fingers glided through the spiky black hair of the young man sitting there. The five scantily clad girls in his booth immediately starred at her. The young man slowly turned around to face her with a warm smile. She asked him, "are you a good kisser? I just broke up with my boy friend and he wasn't." The young man's smile widened: "Akeno, pleased to meet you." "Aiko," and she launched forward to kiss him on the lips. Her tongue darted between his lips. They quickly kissed each other wide mouthed. Her hands were caressing his dandy body. Yes, he had nice muscles.

"Let's dance," and Aiko lifted Akeno effortlessly over the backrest. Her body had been so strong since the bathroom incident. The girls followed them and circled around them as Aiko and Akeno were dancing. Aiko squatted in front of Akeno, so that her head was in front of her pant zipper. She slowly stood up while gliding her hands up on his body. Akeno smiled. He stepped his thigh in between her legs. She held onto his arm, while leaning back and riding his leg. Her free arm was swirling in the air like a cowgirl. Her vulva touched his thigh. She stepped in front of him and reached inside his pants. Her hands wrapped around his penis to ensure that it was hard. Holding onto it, she walked him to the back exit of the club. He followed like a lamb lead by his staff.

The club was in a dilapidated industrial part of town. The back alley pavement had holes and long fissures. The other side of the alley had a mesh fence with barbed wire on top and rusted holes beneath. She walked him still holding his penis in his pants into a darker alley. Akeno complimented her on her dress, body, and bold spirit. Behind a green dented dumpster leaning against the white paint of a electrical parts store, she unbuttoned his pants. She kneeled to wet his penis by sucking on it. Akeno leaned back with his hands folded behind his neck. She spat a white wad of saliva on it rubbing her closed fist a couple times back and forth on his dick. She looked up at him with big eyes. He was ready.

She lifted her skirt and guided his penis inside of her. It filled her well. She felt a little piece from the burning desire that had driven all of her actions. He grinded hard inside of her with his hands wrapped around her cute, tight ass. They were kissing passionately. She had always dreamed to claim the stud of a club. She wanted to feel him from behind. She kneeled on the gutter with her high heels spreading to the side. He was kneeling behind her. His hands were pulling her hips against his pelvis as he thrusted forward. Her hands were on the rough and half wet pavement. His mouth had a loop of her panty dangling out. She had stuffed her panties there to keep them safe from the filthy environment. It had made him only harder.

He came hard in her. His whole body clenched around hers. She felt the penis pumping sperm inside of her. She felt the same spasm and convulsion from earlier. Every semen squirt inside of her made her feel more radiant and strong. The good feeling lasted only for a moment. Then, she knew that she needed more. She needed much more. Akeno was wheezing behind her. He fell to the ground. His asthma was acting up. He looked ten years older. Despite her good upbringing, she was more eager for another man then being a Samaritan. She told him to call the emergency number on his cell phone, if it got really bad. She plugged her saliva wetted panties from his hand and put them on. Oddly, there was no cum oozing out of her even they had not used a condom.

The entrance line for the club wrapped around the whole building block now. The bouncer spotted her and immediately kneeled with his hands folded begging for mercy. She told him that there was only one way to receive mercy: "Put your butt high and kiss the floor in front of me." The bouncer obliged. He kneeled. He raised his butt. He kissed the dirty floor of discarded chewing gums and spilled drinks. She carefully waited for him to make the floor sacred before making the next step.

The club was wilder and more sexual now that people had been lubed up. Cocaine was probably powdering the air as well. Aiko went to the dance floor. She fancied a Scottish man in a kilt. He was wearing knee high boots and a knee long kilt of heavy woven checkered pattern. He had a purple shirt on. His hair was blonde. He looked muscular. The short chatter over the music between the dancing explained that he was an elite British navy soldier on a joint training exercise in Japan. His name was Scotty.

Aiko hugged Scotty. Her hand ran up his kilt and in between his butt cheek. Lesson number one was that true Scottish men do not wear underwear. Lesson number two was that the British navy produces firm muscular butts. Aiko reached lower to play with his balls middle on the dance floor. They were in public in the midst of dancing people. She was holding his naked balls. He smirked with pleasure. She reached her hand in between them through the waste band of Scotty's kilt. She grabbed his hard cock: "Soldier, we have to hide your weapon from the police raid or you will go to prison." She lifted her skirt and guided his penis into her vagina. Western guys' penises are so much fuller. Her pussy was happy. He grabbed her legs. He lifted her knees up in his arm pit, so that her butt was hanging down onto his penis. She held onto his neck. Her knees were now like the joint of a swing. Her butt was the seat that was swinging back and force onto his penis. Kilts and skirts are so useful.

She was very wet. He was very hard. She looked at guys' and girls' faces around her as warm lust and good feelings were filling her. Scotty's dick was pounding up to her cervix. She screamed and moaned loud. Barely anyone heard her fucking loudly to the music. People brushed against her body as they were dancing around her. They all became part of her sex act. Scotty shuddered and roared the timber scream of a true Highlander as he came inside of her. The spasm and convulsions deep inside her pussy seemed to eager suck up the sperm. Her pussy was dry again with no cum dripping out of her. How strange! Scotty looked like he had aged. He was out of breath and tired from the dancing.

Scotty needed a breather and to sit down. She was bored. She felt stronger and more awake then before. She stepped out of the club. The morning sun was coming up. She started feeling drowsy. All the activity and events seemed to catch up to her. Her steps became wobbly. People cheered her for having had a drink too much. One knee went softer then before. She stumbled to the floor. The last thing that she remembered was hitting the sidewalk with her head.

When her eyes opened again, she was in a hospital bed. The sheets were white. The light was stark bright and white. She was in a hospital gown, one of those sheets that only cover your front and are wide open behind. Everything around her was functional. The black night was outside. The door to her room was open. A side door lead probably to her bathroom. She felt young and strong again. A young man in police uniform was sitting on an upholstered plastic chair on her bed side. Strangely, he had a samurai sword instead of a gun holster.

"I am Ranmaru Shindo with the special police investigation unit Tokko. Tell me everything about last night. We detected supernatural activity in the area."

"Ranmaru, I was dancing at the club. See!" Aiko got out of bed. Her bare feet were slightly moist and sticking to the clean, smooth linoleum floor. She twisted her hips. Ranmaru waved his hands for her to stop. Her little hands grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the chair. He uncomfortable did a few side steps before he stopped: "No, miss, I have to ask you questions, so that I can stop the supernatural demons."

"Oh, Ranmaru, I cannot think, because I have slept so long and need to pee badly. I am afraid the demons are in the bathroom. You must come with me to protect me." She pulled Ranmaru into the small bathroom. He half confused mustered the clear decision to refuse. With the door closed behind them, she sat down on the toilet and hissed her piss into it. Ranmaru had turned to face the door in embarrassment and prude behavior. Aiko intentionally dropped the toilet roll behind the toilet. She weakly tried to reach it and asked Ranmaru for help. On the third request, he finally turned around to investigate. He got on his knees in front of the toilet. The toilet was backed into a corner. A closet next to it made it hard to reach. Ranmaru reached his arm further and further back trying to get the toilet roll. Hi face came forward. Aiko cheered him on until his nose was pressed on the side of her hip. He was relieved, when he handed her the toilet roll.




Oyasi: Aiko of the Ainu People



Without a word Aiko stood up and let her hospital gown drop to the floor. She stood there stark naked with her plumb thigh and lush boobs. The face in the mirror looked back at her youthful. She looked like she was three years younger, like on her eighteen's birthday. "Ranmaru, will you protect me from the demons, while I take a shower?" Ranmaru reached for the door handle. "Oh, no I am naked, keep the door closed, or someone will see me." Ranmaru froze for a moment and turned around. Aiko had stepped into the shower and was holding the plastic shower head. She sprayed the water on Ranmaru's crotch: "Oh, looks like you peed yourself. You better dry that off, before you bring disgrace to your police unit."

Aiko wetted and soaped her whole body in the shower with drawn open curtains. Ranmaru was busy turning his back and rubbing his pants with paper towels. Aiko wanted to seduce him so badly, because she felt the burning lust inside of her again. So, she tried once more: "Inspector Shindo, I think that I may have been drugged last night and violated in the ass. Could you check for physical signs?" She stepped her butt towards him. She put his hands on her butt cheeks: "You have to pull them apart to check my asshole for violation." The embarrassed Ranmaru spread her wet butt cheeks and looked at her brown anus. "Does it look pretty? Should I get anal bleaching?" The suggestive images flashed across Ranmaru's mind, as he finally grew hard wood in his pants. She turned around: "Oh you little perv, you have an erection. Let mama see it."

As boys tend to get clumsy with an unwanted erection, his defense was weak. He knocked more things of the sink then managed to get Aiko away. Aiko opened his pant zipper. She got the wonderful eel out and started sucking on it. Ranmaru felt so good, yet his mind knew that he had to stop it. He made a deal with himself that he would enjoy for another second and then stop her. The deal turned into waiting for foot steps of discovery before stopping her. By the time that Aiko got up and put his penis inside of her vagina, he had completely surrendered to his last. Her wet naked body was pressing against his police uniform. He started pushing his penis inside her belly and kissing her wildly, as he was leaning against the door of the small bathroom. With one last thrust, he came against her. His pelvis pushed against hers to the point of pain. Yet, he pushed it tight until the last ebb of ecstasy had flowed out of him. The same spasm and convulsion inside of her sucked up his sperm. Ranmaru's face looked gray. He grew weak and dropped to the floor. Aiko felt strong like a warrior ready to run through the hospital hallways screaming a war chant. She let his body drop to the floor. Ranmaru closed his eyes in exhaustion.

She slipped back into her hospital gown that left her backside revealed down to the coin sot of her butt cheeks. The hospital was quiet in the night. The patients were sleeping. The night nurse was busy typing away on her computer in the airport tower like nurse office with the glass panels all around. The square label next to a door said, '531 locker room.' The door was locked. Yet, her tug had been so powerful that the door lock broke. Aiko slung swiftly in the darkened room. She found the light switch. The light illuminated the skinny lockers. She rifled through the clothes undecided, which doctor's or nurses clothes to steal. She found a female Halloween suit, a naughty nurse uniform: a short white mini skirt with a red cross, a blouse that was too tight and revealing, a red pushup bra to make her boobs bulge out of the revealing décolleté, glassy stripper high heels, and a little white thing with a red cross for her hair. She put a real doctor's ID card. She was now doctor Asuka.

Thus, sexily clad, she walked down the hallway. She found exam rooms. The first three were empty. The fourth had a young man. She turned on the busy light outside the room to avoid interruption. The young man was immediately uncomfortable by her forward sexual dress. He sat there with his hands in his lap on the exam table.

"What is your name?" "Akihito" "What is your age?" "18" "What is your complaint?" "I cannot sleep doctor." "Well, we want to be thorough and do a full panel of exams to rule out even exotic diseases. Take off your clothes."

Akihito stood in front of her with his sport briefs on. Aiko insisted that he take them off as well. She put on blue nitrile exam gloves. She felt his chest. She fingered his teeth inside of his mouth. She felt under his tongue. She pushed around his belly and asked him for tenderness. She squatted down and reached for his penis. She carefully squeezed along the whole shaft. Akihito turned his face to the side for prudence and embarrassment. She forced him to look at his penis by pointing on a spot and asking, if that ever itched him. She knew that he had to look down at her face. Her lips were on purpose only inches away from his penis. He must have seen his penis hovering over her cleavage that was exposed from the top. She made sure to spit a little bit, while she spoke. There was a little bubble of spit on his penis head: "Oh, I am so sorry, I spit on your penis by accident." She wiped the spit from his penis. The young boy's face showed a lot of torment and a strong desire to leave the room. "Lucky for you, you have a good healthy penis." She let go of his penis and stood up.

"Please, turn around and bend forward onto the exam table for the rectal exam." Akihito turned around slowly and bent forward. Aiko spread his butt cheeks apart: "This will be a little bit cold." She rammed a metal pen from the side table into his anus. Akihito jumped forward and clenched both hands around the green edge of the exam table. "Oh, I don't like this. You may have a rare hereditary, genital disease." She pulled the metal pen out of his ass and threw it into the medical trash container.

"We have to do an ultra sound of your penis." "Oh, my god, is it bad?" Akihito was sweating and blushing. "Let's first find out the facts." Aiko found a large plastic tube with gel on the medical table. She squirted a big dollop onto her hand. Then, she started rubbing the gel on Akihito's penis. She pumped his penis back and force. His penis hardened a bit. "I am sorry. I am sorry." "Do you always get hard with a doctor?" "No, no, no!" "Actually, we need it hard to see good picture on the ultra sound." She put her pinky, the only finger without gel, into her bra and pushed it down. Her boob and tingling nipple popped out. "This should help you, kiddo." She kept pumping his penis until it stood erect on its own.

She pulled the mobile ultrasound machine out of the corner. The head of the ultra sound ran up and down his penis. Poor Akihito was melting with embarrassment. Aiko popped her boob back into the push up bra. "I have to consult with a colleague. Stay here." She left out of the door. She left the door wide open on purpose to expose the naked and erect Akihito to any possible person wandering by. After Akihito closed the door on his own, she returned, because the fun was spoiled.

"Akihito, there is very good news. Your prostate is overfilled with semen and needs to be released. The semen has gone bad and was poisoning your body. We have to release that semen. Now, you are glad that I am a young woman and not an old practitioner or even worse a man." She opened her white coat and dropped her skirt. She stood there naked with the glass stripper high heels, her push up bra, and the white clothes with the red cross in her head. "Okay, put it in already before I change my mind and have a male nurse empty your prostate gland. Akihito lurched forward. He put his penis in and started humping her wild. The vision of getting violated by a male doctor made him hump her feverishly like a dog in heat. Aiko loved the young body and young exuberance. She was dripping wet from the mental foreplay of anguishing Akihito.

Akihito deposited a huge load of cum inside of her. The spasm and convulsions churned to suck up his cum. She felt strong and boisterous. Akihito looked like a thirty year old man as he pushed himself on the exam table to rest. Aiko put on her clothes neatly. She kissed Akihito's penis: "You are sweet. You can't imagine on how many people, we had to practice on during medical school. The nurse will be back to finish the second round of extraction."

Outside the room, the real female doctor was patiently waiting. Aiko assured the doctor that Akihito was ready and prepared. As Aiko walked away, she heard the female doctor squealing. A metal plate fell to the floor. Akihito was pleading to the doctor to empty his prostate to save his life. Aiko smiled and giggled walking away with the newly found pep in the gate of her clear plastic stripper shoes. The burning desire to collect more cum inside of her drove her on to find another male.

She pushed the double door open to radiology. Radiology was often working 24 hours to utilize the machinery to the best. A door with a green square label 'MRI,' seemed like a good choice. She entered the changing room. A wooden bench was there. A man's pants and shirt were hanging on a hook at the wall. This was a good sign. The pants were designer jeans with bleaching and holes cut into them. That promised young bait.

The two young doctors looking through the glass panel from the control room into the MRI room were immediately waving her to get out. She walked up to the glass panel decisively. She opened her coat, pushed the bra down, and pushed her boobs against the glass, so that they flattened. She could feel the cold glass. The young medical doctors were laughing. One of them tried licking her flat pressed boobies and nipples through the glass. He left a line of saliva on the glass. Behind her the MRI machine was humming, knocking, and screeching. Through the noise, the sound of a young man counting '147-148-149' gave a constant metronome. To get into an MRI machine, one is moved into a narrow tube. It can be quite claustrophobic.

Aiko turned around. She put her upper body into the MRI tube. She wiggled her butt at the young doctors, fully knowing that the hem line had slipped high and was showing her panties. The young doctors were over themselves in joy, clapping their thighs and high fiving each other. They announced over the speakers, "Mr Shinto, the nurse is coming to administer a sedative. Please, do not move at all to avoid disrupting the MRI. Let her perform her actions without help."

Aiko glided into the narrow MRI tunnel. The sounds were intense of the machine banging magnets. The MRI tunnel was so narrow that she had to slide up on the body of patient X. He was only wearing the flimsy hospital gown that covered his front and socks. Aiko's head moved up between his thighs. She knew where the penis and balls were still hanging down. As her chest glided up on the belly of patient X, it pulled his hospital gown along with him. His balls and penis were now starkly exposed. All pretense of not being naked under the thin gown were shattered. Aiko reminded patient X to not move to cover himself to avoid disrupting the X-Ray.

She told him that she had his pill in his mouth. Unfortunately, the MRI tube was so narrow that she could not bend her arms enough. So, he had to take it out of his mouth. After she begged him not to expose her shortcoming in handling the MRI tube, because she was new, he kissed her. His tongue expected the pill. She told him that the pill was glued to the roof of her mouth. He had to help with his tongue to get it out. He put his tongue in her mouth. He was eagerly searching for the pill that was not there. He was eager to find the pill. She was passionately making out with him. It took not long for the anxiety of the narrow space, her young boobs on his chest, and the erotic kissing to induce his penis to move up. Aiko coyly chasted patient X for taking opportunity of her being new to the job and the unusual circumstances.

She tried to glide out of the tube. She ensured that his penis slipped into her vagina: "Oh, I am stuck. Please, do not move mister. My boss cannot find out about my ineptitude. I will free myself." She moved a little bit up and moaned, "Oh your evil poker is out of me." She moved back down and had the penis slide back in her: "Oh, no, you are taking advantage of me. Please, tell nobody about my misfortune mishap." She moved back to let the penis flop out. She moved back down, guiding the penis back into her. This time, she tried pushing hard. When his body started slipping, she exclaimed, "Oh, I moved you, the MRI might be disturbed." She paused for a moment with his penis inside her wet pussy: "Mister, the MRI tube is too narrow for me to lift my pelvis over your penis. The only way out is to make your penis flaccid. Taking that my body on top of yours turns you on that much, this won't happen before the end of the MRI exam. Thus, to avoid detection by the doctors, we have to make you come." Thus, Aiko started bumping uglies with patient X inside the MRI. The young doctor's in the control room were watching a new kind of porn: MRI imaging of penetration.

The spasms inside of her cervix sucked up the come again. Aiko felt strengthened by it. Patient X aged a few years. Aiko slid out of the MRI. She made sure to cover him and kiss his penis good bye. She waved the young doctors good bye. The radiology department was near the exit. Aiko walked out into the fresh air. The dawn was gently raising sunlight across the hospital buildings. Aiko fainted again and fell to the floor.

Her eyes opened again the next night. Ranmaru was sitting at her bedside, holding her hand tenderly. His eyes looked worried. Today, he did not wear his police uniform. Instead, he wore black leather pants and a black leather jacket that was left open to expose his bare torso and belly. The shadows of his muscles looked delicious. The moment that Aiko raised her head, he reached for her neck with syringe needle and drugged her. She looked at him groggy.

"Aiko, I love you dearly. That is why I made a mistake last night. You have demon residue on you. I will take you to a special Japanese bathhouse. It is run by a spiritual yakuza gang. They have a special cleaning treatment that will remove the demon residue from you. You will be normal again."

Ranmaru had brought an elegant nightgown and suave shoes for her. The lingerie was tasteful and erotic. He did have feelings for her clearly. They walked out of the hospitals with their arms intertwined. Aiko was leaning hard on him, because everything around her was weak and hazy. The night had an eerie stillness about it. Only few cars drove through the night. The streetlights were shining on her lap in a rhythmic pattern as they passed them. The ground reflected the light, because it was wet from recent rain.

The bathhouse was ancient. There were many lion and dragon statues. The pillars were marbled with marble veins running through them. The high ceiling was lighted by indirect lighting. Opposite the wide entrance doors was a man behind a high counter. The high pedestal was so that he could look over the wall behind him. Behind him were two areas, one for man and one for women. He was the bath master. He sat there. He had a white feeling stick of the blind in his hands. He was dressed in black with a high hat. As people walked up to him, he pointed at the women to take the left door and men to take the right door. Ranmaru explained that the spiritual sage was blind, yet could tell the gender by energy.

The sage man faced Ranmaru and pointed at the right door for him to disappear behind the curtain. He faced Aiko and sent her to the right door as well. Aiko giggled that the oh so wise sage man was fooled. The sage man paused as he heard the giggling. He stood up and ordered the bathhouse to be closed. A bulky man in a suit had been standing behind a pillar. He had yakuza tattoos colorfully running up his neck and over his face. His suit was impeccable with a white shirt and tie. He pushed the people behind Aiko back toward the entrance door. As people fell due to his gruff pushing, he started dragging them. He was dragging a man and a woman, while his chest kept pushing the other people back. He locked the doors. He turned to face the sage man with a black drawn handgun.

Ranmaru dragged Aiko through the right door. A heavy curtain was behind it. It was the changing room. Many square boxes were piled on the wall for men to store their clothing and brief cases. Men were sitting naked. Some men were shaving in front of the mirror. News papers were folded on blonde wooden benches. Warm misty air fogged up the screens partially. Another yakuza man in suit was standing in the corner. Upon seeing them, he moved towards them and followed.

Ranmaru walked to a small side stairway. The stairway was wooden and spiral. Every plank in the railing had another intricate wood carving of a mystic fantasy creature. At the top of the stair case was a red velvet rope. A slender tall Japanese girl was dolled up with makeup and a long patterned dress. She held a clipboard. Upon seeing the two come up the stairs, she called out 'Oh, dear, I will summon the committee.' She quickly opened the velvet rope.

The next room had tiles on the floor. The ceiling was high and cathedral like. The night stars gazed through the windows high up in the air. At the floor level, the room was surrounded by pillars and little alcoves. In the center was a square water pool with still water. Big steps were all around the inside boundary of the pool. Ranmaru pushed her into the pool. Aiko stood there motionless in the center. The water was belly deep and warm. Her elegant evening dress was wet. She stood there in a daze. She watched more yakuza man in suits file into the room. They surrounded the pool. They took off their suits, ties, dress shirts, and elegant loafers. They put the gun on the clothes behind them. Their bodies were covered completely by tattoos. They held samurai swords unsheathed in the air in front of them. The blind sage man arrived. He touched Ranmaru's arm: "Now is the time. Go."

Ranmaru screamed. He ran into the pool towards Aiko. The water splashed up from his body. The sword entered Aiko's solar plexus and went straight through her back. Her mouth gapes open in shock, horror, and pain. Both hands grabbed the blade. She cut herself not feeling the pain, holding on. Blood ran down her solar plexus into the water. Blood clouds formed in the water. A circle of red blood soon surrounded the two young lovers.

The onsen oyasi appeared as a strong middle aged man. He roared: "It is too late. She has been turned." With that, he assaulted the sage man. His hand wrapped around the sage man's throat, they fell to the ground. The yakuza man rushed with their samurai swords. The samurai swords were so sharp that they cut through bone like butter. Only a pile of pieces of flesh and fabric was left. Aiko fainted from the loss of blood.

Aiko woke up in her familiar bed in the apartment with her roommate. She felt her familiar bed covers. She saw her books and posters on the wall. She saw her personal clothes on the floor. Ranmaru was by her side. He tenderly looked at her and wiped her forehead with a sponge.

"Oh, sweet Aiko, you were possessed by a kind of sexual vampire. Instead of lusting for blood, he made you lust for sex. Instead of drinking blood, he would make you suck up the sexual fluids of the other person. Thus, you'd rob them of their youth and gain supernatural strength. Yet, those extra abilities came at a prize. You went weak and unconscious during the daytime. When I lunged the samurai sword into you, you were dying. With only seconds of life left in you, the sexual vampire left your body. In the physical form, we killed him with our spiritual swords. You are safe now again."




Oyasi: Aiko of the Ainu People



All seemed well with Aiko. She went back to studying at college. She went on dates with Ranmaru. Another beautiful spring arrived. She learned about self defense against subway attacks. She saw pretty birds fighting over bread crumbs and chirping happily. The woman at the coffee stand smiled at her every morning as she handed her the coffee just as she liked it. Life was a happy college life, except for the nightmares.

Every night, her mother would appear in her dreams. Her mother would beg and plead Aiko to bring her father back. Her mother would cry tears with her makeup running down. Sometimes her mother would kill herself in front of Aiko. Other times, her mother would attack Aiko with household items until she would wake up in fear and terror.

During a visit back to the Ainu village, Aiko visited an old wise Ainu woman. She left separate from the village in a stone cabin. The wooden table was made from wood that she had felled herself. She offered Aiko a cup of tea. The herbal tea leaves were plugged herself from a nearby tree. The little pieces of dried leaves swirled in the tea sweetened with honey. The old wise woman held one of her hands with the palm facing up: "I believe part of your mother's kamui is trapped in a monkey at the onsen. You must have met that special monkey. Perhaps, it was the monkey that groomed your hair every night. I believe the onsen oyasi has taught you, how to bring your father's kamui to the onsen."

The idea had been too gruesome to Aiko. Yet, during a particularly bad night, she sat the plan in motion. She picked an elegant card. She wrote formal invitation to a masquerade ball on it. She signed it with the name of one of her dad's business partner. She printed the admission card for the masquerade ball on her printer and added it. The next day, she had a geisha hand deliver the invitation to her dad's penthouse apartment. The geisha politely held the invitation card out with both hands and bowed correct to ceremony, as he picked up the card. She knew that her dad slept around with other women. She knew that her business partners were often the providers of those women. After all that was why her mother had divorced him.

The masquerade ball was at a dark elegant building. The room was perhaps six levels high with vast glass panel windows. The center of the room was a stair case leading up in square spirals. At random intervals, suspended walkways left the stairs. The walkway was made from steel. The railings on the side were glass panels with a metal rod along the top for the hands. At the end of the walkways were little platforms hanging from the ceiling. There was a couch that filled all around the edge of the platform with a little table in the middle. Her father was sitting by himself waiting for the business partner's present.

Aiko wore a long blue dress with circular folds draping down on her. Her laced high heels had little jewelry stones to ad a sparkle. Her face was covered by a blue mask with feathers. A band attached the mask to her face. Long blue gloves covered her hands, forearms over her elbows. She gaited deliberated on top of each step up the stairs. She walked the walkway to her father, who did not recognize her. Her father kept looking up and down her body to see the curves of her hip. He loved the chin that peaked beneath the blue mask, the only part of her face visible.

She sat down next to him. Her father put his arm on top of the couch behind her. Her father politely opened: "Nice to meet you, miss. What is your name?" Aiko presented her iPhone. Her iPhone was inside the green case of her roommate to avoid her father recognizing it. She opened the text message application. She typed: "I cannot speak. If you wish to talk with me, you must type. There is no need to speak for you. You come with impeccable credentials." Her father smiled wide.

A waiter brought him a Bourbon and a Cosmopolitan for Aiko. The father told her to dance on the table. He motioned her hand to get up. She stood there to turn on his dad. She swayed her hips side to side. Then, she coyly squatted down with her knees together. As she got up, she left her hands on the floor. Only her behind rose up. Her father could look deep into her braless décolleté. He leaned forward. His familiar fingers fingered in between her boobs to reveal more from the hanging dress. She felt a revulsion inside of her, as the familiar person, who had read her so many bedtimes stories and hugged her warmly after a bike accident, now saw her sexually.

She made the splits on the glass table. She felt the cold of the glass. Milky condensation of her warms were left on the glass, where her naked sex under the gown dress had been. Her own father leaned forward to lick the glass, to lick the left behind fragrance of the vagina of his own daughter. He smiled. He grabbed her young ass and pulled her off the table on top of him.

She knew that her father had some sick sexual practices. She told her to take off her dress. He called the waiter. He gave him the dress to make sure that she could not walk away from him, as she had no more clothes. Aiko grew nervous, what her dad would do to her. He had a bamboo stick. He tied her arms and legs to the bamboo stick. She was in a kind of squatting position with her legs spread open. The whole thing completely constraint her from moving. He unpacked his penis out of his suit pants.

She had seen that penis flaccid so often in the locker room as a little girl, during an accidental walk-in to surprise him in the bathroom, and so on. That harmless and flaccid member was now rushing into his little girl's vagina. He had a firm and even rhythm. He came promptly. The sucking spasm inside her belly sucked up his cum and kamui. He swiftly rose and stampeded off. She left her tied to the bamboo rod on the glass table.

Five minutes later a group of young hipsters found the empty couch. They sat around her chatting. They assumed that she was part of the art installation at the upscale masquerade ball. One of the girls with blonde colored hair was curious to find out, what they were allowed to do with the human part of the art installation. She put the bottom of her martini glass on Aiko's boob. That forced her nipple into the conical shape of the glass. The group laughed out loud. One of the males inspected her pussy closer and remarked that it was wet. The other girl took a photo of the wet pussy with the butt against the bamboo rod on the glass table. The first girl insisted on being in the photo. She placed her head on Aiko's belly sideways looking down at the camera. She reached her tongue towards Aiko's clitoris. The camera light flashed again. The eagerly grouped closer to get a look at the shot. Aiko was afraid that her dad might come back. So, she did not dare speak to avoid him recognizing her voice.

The waiter returned to offer the hipsters refreshments. A bold guy in the group asked, if they could eat on the display girl. The discrete waiter of the upscale establishment recommended a few rolls of sushi. He returned with the sushi. He carefully placed the sushi on Aikos naked belly. The guys were eager to eat the sushi of her skin. One of them tried to trump the thrill by gushing soy sauce on his sushi roll. The brown soy sauce ran over her body. The girl with the blonde colored hair tried to regain attention from the boys by trying to pick up one of Aiko's nipples with the chop stick. Aiko had goose bumps running over her nipple. The nipple firmed. The hipsters laughed.

The hipsters got bored and walked away. One of the girls gushed, "You did not!" The other girl confirmed, "I did! Where else was I going to put my chop sticks? Her vag is a perfect chop stick holder." One of the guys added that this was a truly rad party. Aiko was left with sticky soy sauce on her belly and a pair of chop sticks in her vagina. The waiter promptly cleaned up the table. He took away the empty drink glasses. He wiped the soy sauce of her body. He kept the chop sticks from her pussy in his chest pocket as a souvenir. He arranged her head to drop off the glass table. With her head tilted back, she was a perfect offering for a man to deep throat her, to tickle down her throat.

Luckily, nobody else came to the couch. In the morning, the waiter freed her and returned her evening gown. She picked up her suitcase at home and went to the train station. She slept the whole way to her Ainu village. She climbed the mountain to the onsen. She released the kamui of her father into the monkey that had groomed her in the morning. It seemed to have been right, because the monkey started masturbating immediately. I guess, his father's and mother's kamui were having sex inside of the monkey. She fell asleep from the exhaustion.

When she woke up she felt herself strangely tied to the onsen and unable to step more than a few feet away from it. She was held in by an invisible wall. As she remained sitting and pondering, it dawned on her that she was the new onsen oyasi. That's what the last one had meant, when he said that she was turned.

The story could end here. It provides a fitting explanation, why it is dangerous to visit onsen at night, when the onsen oyasi is roaming. Never be deceived by the onsen oyasi sexually. It could be a nice scary story for the children. However, a few young and daring lads on purpose stayed overnight at the onsen. They were youthfully desperate enough to trade the sultry sex with Aiko for a few years of their life. The story of the young lads provided a nice story for rave organizers to organize sex raves for the whole weekend. Now youngsters make the long trip from Tokyo to the onsen for wild parties. It is sad that Aiko mingles in between the party crowd. She is now over eighty years old. Yet, with a few wads of male semen, her body looks like that of an eighteen year old. She is said to turn one lucky partygoer at each festival. Those lucky ones gain her powerful forces and her insatiable sexual appetite. They are said to roam the clubs and bars of Tokyo. Hold tight, the infection is spreading across the world!