(Archive note: the printed book contained no chapter two.)
FOREWORD
The naked girl was bound on the bed. Her arms and her legs were wide and fixed by the ropes. She was open to the young, naked man who stood over her.
But she looked up at the sword that he held in his hand and she trembled.
She was willing to fuck him, she thought, but she did not think that she wanted to suffer that much. The ropes were already making her suffer with their rough bite.
She did not want him to use the sword on her.
"I am a samurai," the young man said. "I have come to fuck you."
"Yes," the girl moaned, feeling her pussy quiver with lust and with fear. "Yes Fuck me. Fuck me if you want. But please don't cut me."
And she raised her hips as high as she could and offered him her young, sweet pussy.
The young man smiled and then he dropped the sword onto the floor.
The girl whimpered with pleasure and relief when he did that.
And, as the young man crawled onto the bed, the girl studied his long, hard cock.
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me, you samurai warrior."
And the young man chuckled and put his hands under her ass and lifted her as she lay there, tied to the bed. Then he slammed his cock into her and she whimpered with lust for that young, strong, powerful warrior.
CHAPTER ONE
Meki lay on the floor, tied in the ropes and looked up at her brother, Usmeki.
"Brother," she asked in a whimper, "why do you do this to me?"
"Because you are a whore," he muttered fiercely.
Meki was naked in her ropes. Her brother had torn her clothes off her when he had first attacked her that afternoon. He had snarled about her western clothes, her blouse and her skirt and he had said that it would be better if she went naked under the Eastern Sun.
And now her brother stood before her in his little white loin covering. His muscles rippled in his strong body. He had the body of a Samurai, he had often said proudly.
Meki did not know what a Samurai really looked like. It was 1980 and she was a modern, Japanese girl. But she knew that her brother had a strong and handsome body.
He was her twin brother. She had come out of the womb a little before he did, but he had always had her under his control, it seemed. She remembered that it had only been a few weeks before that she had watched out her window as her brother did his exercises in his shorts in the back yard. She had watched him with feverish eyes, studying the way that his muscles rippled under his flesh. The exercises looked like some strange and brutal dance and she had felt her pussy grow moist with girlish juices as she had watched him dancing out there. She had wanted to take off her clothes and go out and join her brother in that dance under the hot sun.
But she had not done that. She was a modern girl, a college student and she knew that her handsome brother worshipped the warriors of an earlier age in Japan's history. She knew that there was something strange about her brother's love of the old ways. He would often wear the Samurai robes around the house. He did not like Western clothes, he told her. And he hated the way that she wore those Western clothes all the time.
And then that afternoon, when she had come in from classes at the university, he had attacked her. He had been waiting there behind the door and he had grabbed her the minute that she had come into the room.
She had been frightened, even when she saw that it was her brother who was attacking her.
But then, when he had started to tear at her clothes, Meki had felt something different, something juicy inside of her body. She had felt lust for this young man, lust that was greater than any other lust that she had ever felt for any other young man-even the ones at the university that she fucked with pleasure.
And now she lay there in her ropes and she wondered if she was going to get the chance to make that lust explode in her, to fuck her own brother. She looked up at the angry, young man and she was not frightened of him any longer. She felt the ropes around her naked body and she wished that those ropes were her brother's strong, young arms.
But her brother had called her a whore. Meki wondered if he had found out about those other young men at the university, wondered if he had discovered that she was not a virgin.
She knew that, in the days of Samurai glory, a girl's virginity was a precious thing and she knew that Usmeki always tried to recapture those days of glory in his dreams.
Her brother walked across the room and picked up the long, brutal sword that he had bought somewhere. Meki trembled and remembered the day that he had come home with that sword. She had seen him that night, bowing before the little shrine that he had set up in his bedroom, offering that sword to the shrine with both of his hands, as if he wanted something in that shrine to bless him and his weapon. She had trembled with fear, but now she was trembling with more fear. She looked at that sword in her brother's hand and she remembered that he was a wrathful young man who worshipped the old ways.
And she wondered if he was going to cut off her head with that sword.
But he did not do that. He just smiled down at her and held the sword down in front of his body. She looked at that thing hanging down and she thought of her brother's prick. The sword seemed to be so brutal and she wondered if his cock was as brutal as that sharp thing.
She wished that her parents were still alive. She knew that they had protected her from Usmeki for years. But they had been killed in a plane crash about a year before and now she lived alone with her brother. Soon after her parents had died, Usmeki had started to fill the house with Samurai things, robes and knives and shrines. He had turned crazy, crazy in love with the old ways of glory.
And that was when he had started to curse his sister's Western ways.
Now he leaned on his huge sword. But he did not curse her. He laughed.
She shivered with that laughter and she tossed on the floor of the living room.
"Untie me, Brother," she whimpered. "Please untie me. Do not shame me like this."
"Shame?" her brother barked. "Who are you to talk about shame? You have shamed me and all of our ancestors with your western, whorish ways."
"I have shamed no one," she muttered. "I have only tried to have some fun."
"Fun?" he yelled. "Fun? You call it fun to have no pride, to offer yourself to any man who comes along? You call that fun?"
Meki knew that her brother was exaggerating there. She bad not offered herself to any man who came along. She had been very selective, in fact. She was a pretty girl and she could get most any man that she wanted. But she wanted only a few, only the best and most handsome and most strong.
But she looked up at her brother and she knew that none of the men that she had fucked were as handsome and as strong as her twin. That man, with his crazy Samurai exercises, had developed a fine, muscular frame. She looked at him and she thought again that it would not be a bad idea to fuck her brother, to feel his strength inside her.
But she knew that this young man who talked so eagerly of shame would not be easy to seduce.
She knew that Usmeki would demand things from her that no other man had ever demanded.
And, when she thought about the things that he might demand of her, she twisted in her ropes again.
"Please, Brother," she sighed. "Let me go. The fear is in me now. I will not bring you shame any longer."
She was willing to agree to anything. She looked at that huge sword and she feared it and her brother's wrath.
"Please don't cut me, Brother," she whimpered. "I will do anything, but please don't cut me."
Her brother chuckled again and then he said, "Don't worry, my sister, I will not cut you."
He lifted the sword up and held it over Meki's body. She tensed her muscles and stared at that thing.
"I have something better planned for you, my sister," he said, torturing her with his slow words as he held that sword over her. "I have something planned that will turn you into a good, Eastern girl. I am going to have someone teach you the old ways."
"The old ways?" she muttered. "What old ways?"
"The old ways of a geisha," he said softly.
And then he brought the sword back in front of him and leaned on it again.
"You will learn the old ways of respect and servitude," he said. "You are actually a little too old for the training, but Madame Zee said that she would take you because you were my sister. I showed her your picture and she said that she thought she might be able to cure you and turn you into a good geisha."
"Madame Zee? Who is Madame Zee? Usmeki, I have to go to my classes. I cannot take time to study with a madame. I am majoring in biology. I do not have time to learn to be a geisha."
She was already rebelling, even as she lay there in her ropes.
But when her brother lifted the sword again, she gasped and she stopped her rebellion.
"You have a choice, my sister," the brother snarled. "You can either be a geisha or you can die. Either would be noble. But you cannot bring shame on our family any longer."
And Meki knew that she could not battle that sword.
There was too much fear in her. She closed her eyes and she surrendered.
"I will be a geisha," she said. "Anything that you want, my brother. Anything that you desire."
Usmeki chuckled and moved away from her. He was quiet like a cat in his bare feet. She watched him move across the room and put the sword down on a little table in the corner. When the sword was out of his hands, he did not look so dangerous any longer. Meki looked at her brother and thought again that he was sexy, strong, powerful. She thought again that she would like to fuck him. And she felt that dampness come to her cunt. She smelled an aroma too, the faint aroma of excited girlishness and she wondered if her brother noticed that aroma, recognized it for what it was. He would think that she was really a whore, Meki reasoned, if he knew the things that were going through her head at that moment, if he knew that she was looking upon her own brother with lust in her young eyes.
The brother turned and looked at her. His chest expanded when he took a deep breath. She thought that she saw something in his eyes, something like pride as he looked down on his sister.
She trembled in her ropes again and she asked the question.
"Why did you strip me, Brother?"
"To prepare you for Madame Zee in my own special way," he said.
"Why did you tie me, Brother?"
"So that you would not be able to fight me as I prepared you. So that you would learn to be obedient to my will."
And his eyes seemed to catch on fire. The way that he was looking at her made Meki very proud of her naked, bound body. She squirmed there on the floor, but she was not trying to get out of her ropes. She was trying to look as sexy for her brother as she could.
And she was trying to make that lust explode in her. Her pussy felt like it was blazing.
She studied her brother's loin covering and she thought that the bulge that was in there was larger than it had been. She thought that she might have turned him on with her struggling and her naked sexuality.
She thought that Usmeki might be having some of the same thoughts that she was having.
She sighed.
And that sigh seemed to knock her brother out of his concentrated stare at her body.
He started to talk to her as he stood there on the other side of the room and looked at her.
"The Samurai were great and powerful and noble warriors. They worshipped the gods and they dedicated themselves to fighting the enemies of the gods. They fought the Western enemies for as long as they could and then they went underground. A few years ago, there were not many of them left, but other Samurai, younger men such as myself, found the old ones and learned the old ways and dedicated themselves to fighting the Western influences in Japan too. We have dedicated ourselves to honor in the way that the warriors did centuries ago. We will fight in our own way. We will rebel about the ways that the Western devils have taken us over. We will fight for the old nobility and the old ways. We may die, but we will not be dishonored. If we are dishonored, we will commit hari-kari. We will cut our stomachs before a shrine. That is what we stand for. and if one warrior dies, his whole family will die with him. They will all die with honor."
Then he stepped toward his sister and looked down on her.
"You are all the family that I have now, Meki," he said. "And you are very dear to me, even when you act like a Western whore."
The bound girl did not understand what her brother was taking about. She shivered as she lay there and she felt the aches in her arms as the ropes cut into her.
But her eyes were filled with fear again. She thought that her brother might be suggesting a double-suicide now and she thought that that would be even worse than learning to be a geisha. Meki was not certain what she wanted out of life, but she knew that she did not want to die.
Her brother moved toward her and dropped onto his knees next to her. He put his hands on her bare stomach and on the rope that held her arms tight against her body there. The brother closed his eyes and Meki thought for a minute that he was praying, that he was blessing her in some way.
She felt the strength of her brother's hands on her body and she sighed. She loved that strength.
If there could be strength without this madness that he had in him too, she thought, then she would love him with a sweetness that she had never offered to any other man.
But the madness still frightened her and she wondered if the man was going to get up and get the knives and make her kill herself with him.
It was a curious mixture of emotions in her head, she thought.
The fear was a chill and the lust was a fire and they seemed to battle in her and make her fire and ice, hot and cold, yearning and frightened, all at the same time.
Meki had never felt this way before and she knew that no other man could ever give this kind of feeling to her. She knew that the fact that Usmeki was her brother added to the feelings too, added to both the lust and the fear.
She closed her eyes and she felt Usmeki's fingers curl a bit and bite into her flesh.
She whimpered, but she did not call out.
She would have to show him that she was obedient to his will, she thought. If she could prove to him that she was not a Western whore, that she was an obedient sister, he might give up his ideas of nobility and the loss of face and let her live. He might live with her.
He might even fuck her if he thought that she was worthy of him, the sister thought.
And then Usmeki jerked his hands away from her. She opened her eyes quickly and saw him fall back on the floor.
He lay there as if he were in a trance. He was staring at the ceiling. She could see that his eyes were open wide. But he did not move.
Only one part of him showed any movement at all and that was his cock, his prick inside that tight cloth that was over his loins and his ass.
She looked at the bulge in that cloth and she saw it grow and she knew that her brother was turning on to something, perhaps to the feel of her naked flesh, perhaps to some one idea of nobility that he could not get out of his head. She did not know which and she stared at him and she wished that she could move inside his fevered brain and find out what was happening in there.
She had always been fascinated by her brother. She had always thought that they had grown in the womb together and that that made them special to each other, linked them in some way.
But now she was even more fascinated, fascinated because she knew that Usmeki was crazy.
She wanted to reach out and help him, cool him with her touch. She saw the perspiration in beads on his naked flesh and she wanted to wipe him dry with her long, dark hair. She wanted to serve her brother. But she could not do anything but watch him. He had tied her securely and she could not reach out and touch him.
And then Usmeki moved his own hands over his body. He grabbed that bulge in his loins and he snarled and he yanked on it. He seemed to be trying to tear it off, as if it stole some kind of old nobility from him.
"Bastard," he growled and she did not know if she was talking about himself or his cock or someone else in his life.
"Don't, my brother!" she yelled. "Do not hurt yourself that way! Use that cock to fuck me if you want, but do not hurt yourself!"
She had spoken to him in her panic, without even realizing what she was saying until she had already said it. When she finished those words, that invitation for her brother to fuck her, she gasped and she stared at Usmeki. She did not know if he would be even more angry with her now, thinking that she had proven herself to be a Western whore again.
But her brother stopped yanking on his cock and turned his head and looked at her. His face was suddenly peaceful, as if he were a little boy again.
He did not say anything. He put his hands in his loin cloth and he pushed it down his legs. His hard and big cock jumped out of that thing and stood up straight from his body.
He pushed the little things down his muscled legs and then he kicked them off his feet.
He lay there next to his sister and he looked at his cock, as if the thing surprised him, as if it were not his at all.
And then he turned and looked at his bound sister, as if he did not even recognize her.
But he smiled, as any young man would smile at a pretty girl who lay naked next to him.
Meki had two bands of rope tight around her body. One was holding her legs together and the other rope were around her tits again and again. Her arms were tied next to her body by that rope around her tits.
When her brother turned onto his side, he touched that rope around her tits with his fingers.
"Fuck you?" he asked in a dead, almost child-like voice.
"Yes, untie me and fuck me. I want to serve you. I want to be obedient."
"Untie you?" the man asked, as if the idea were something completely new to him.
And then the sister lay there and said nothing. She suddenly did not know if she wanted to be untied. The ropes did start to feel good next to her fine flesh.
And they felt even better when Usmeki put his finger on the fibers of those ropes and started to run that finger around the ropes, pressing them into her skin.
The girl lay there and trembled and felt new juices flooding in her cunt.
This was her brother, she thought, but he was such a man, such a masculine and strong creature.
And she looked at that cock. It was hard and long and she knew that it was bigger than any other cock that she had ever had. She whimpered as the man's fingers left the ropes and moved over her flesh with a tingling feeling. It seemed that her nerves caught fire everything that that man touched her. There were little fires of lust, left in the wake of his fingers, his moving, examining, almost child-like fingers.
She lay there and she thought that the rope around her tits did add something to the feeling that was rushing through her body at that moment.
"Just my legs," she gasped. "Just untie my legs. I want to spread them. For you. I want to offer myself. To you."
She did not call him brother. Even in the heat that invaded her brain, she thought that it would be best if she did not remind him that this would be incest, brother-and-sister fucking, twin fucking. She knew that it would be and she was excited by the very idea, but she did not know if Usmeki would share her excitement at the thought of fucking his beautiful, bound, twin sister.
Usmeki followed her orders. He moved his hands over the ropes that held her legs together and he untied those ropes carefully and quickly. He pulled that rope away from her legs and threw it across the room as his sister spread her legs for him and murmured to him.
"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me with that big cock of yours."
It was a Western kind of thing that she said and she knew too that it was a whorish kind of thing. But she figured that her brother would not be interested in her Western whorishness now, would not hate her for that part of her personality.
He was too hot for her, too eager to put that cock into her cunt.
Now he touched the soft hair that grew on top of that cunt and the girl tossed and twitched and bucked with the pressure that he applied to that mound with his fingers.
That touch filled her with such heat that she could hardly stand it.
"Fuck me, please," she whimpered. "Your cock is hard. Fuck me with it."
But the brother took his time. He was gasping and she could tell that he was excited too.
But he seemed to inspect her and then Meki suddenly wondered about something:
She wondered if her brother had ever fucked a girl before.
He had talked so much about purity, she thought. Perhaps he had kept himself pure in that old way himself. Perhaps he was inspecting her because he had never really seen a cunt before.
Thinking these things, Meki lifted her hips up and spread her legs as wide as she could.
"Touch me," she said. "See how wet I am for you."
And the man did touch her wet pussy lips. She moaned when she felt his fingers there.
She rocked there on the floor in the ropes that still held her arms tight against her body. She could not touch her own cunt. She knew that she would have to let her brother do the touching for her, the touching that would add even more to her fire.
"Slip your finger into me. See how turned on I am, Usmeki."
And the brother worked one strong finger into her hole. He grinned at her.
"Yes," he said almost boyishly. "You are wet there. Very wet."
"That is a sign, Usmeki," the bound girl told her brother.
"A sign of what?" he asked.
"A sign of how much I want you in me," the girl said.
And she thought that it was a little strange. She had always considered Usmeki to be the leader, because he was strong, because he was the male. But, now, when she was bound, she felt that she controlled her brother in a strange way. She felt that she was the leader now.
"Work your finger around in me," she said sweetly. "That will make me want you even more."
And she felt that strong finger slip into her and then move around in her hole. He pulled it out a little and then he pressed the finger back in. The bound girl lay there and shivered and moved her hips up and down as her brother fingered her cunt.
She was willing to take her time now. She knew that her brother would fuck her. She knew that she would feel that cock in her pussy very soon. Knowing that for certain, she was willing to wait. She moaned and felt the fever rush through her.
And she gasped, took deep breaths and felt the fibers of the rope against her tits.
She suddenly liked the feeling that those rough ropes gave to her. They seemed to make her more willing, more obedient, more sexy. And they added to the flooding that was going on in her pussy.
She thought about the old ways too, the ways that her brother had often talked about. If this was an old way of doing things, she thought, if warriors of old used those ropes to tie their women and give them pleasure in this way, she would love the old ways too.
She moaned and then she felt her brother's finger come out of her pussy.
He held that finger into the air, inspecting the sweetness of her cunt that shined on that finger under the light.
"That is something grand," he said. "That is something noble."
"Yes," she gasped. "Put your cock there, Usmeki. Put your cock where your finger was. Do it to me with your cock."
And then the strong, virile brother moved over her. Meki spread her legs wide and smiled at him. She fluttered her eye-lashes and spoke to him softly.
"Just put your cock into my hole and do the same thing to me that you were doing to me with your finger. That will make you feel very good too."
"Me too?" he asked in that boyish, almost innocent tone.
"Yes, I want you to feel good too, Usmeki. You are my master now and I want to be obedient to you and use my warm, wet cunt to make you feel better."
The brother smiled and aimed his cock at her pussy. He held that cock in his fingers and slipped it into the girl who lay there with the rope holding her arms down.
The girl trembled and sighed and moved against that brotherly rod.
He eased into her carefully, impaled her. She was lifted up on her shoulders and he had his hands under her ass. She moved her legs around him as he knelt there and she started to move on his cock. He started to move too and soon they were moving together, united, closer than they had been since the time that they were in the womb together, she thought.
She sighed and worked against her brother and gave him all that she could.
And she loved the way that the ropes around her worked against her breasts as she rocked there on the floor. She loved the way that those rough fibers moved against her nipples. The ropes made her nipples rough and bumpy too, filled with hot passion.
"Fuck me," she whimpered. "Fuck me deep and hard, Usmeki. Fuck me."
And the brother started to laugh again and drove his cock deep into her.
The girl yelped with that driving force and accepted it. She had to accept it, she thought. She was tied up. She was filled with longing.
And she thought about the sword that her brother had held over her, the Samurai sword that had been so rough and brutal and sharp. In her mind, that sword was his cock. He was impaling her, ripping her up, giving her his sharp, masculine vigor and she loved it. She loved the thought that he would use the sword in that way.
And then her mind started to wash with the sexual energy that her brother was giving her. She thought of nothing as she heaved her body against her brother's muscles. She felt as if she were throwing herself against Usmeki and she guessed that that was exactly what she was doing, throwing herself against her brother with lust in her heart.
And he was throwing himself against her too, jabbing that cock into her with a fury. She loved that fury, that sword of his manhood that drove through her and she hoped that this feeling of passion that she shared with her brother would never end.
But it did end. She whimpered and gasped and felt her own orgasm coming just as her brother grunted. After that grunt, she felt the warmth spreading through her and she knew that he was coming too, was shooting his brotherly load of semen into her.
And she sighed. She thought that it was only right that they should come together.
After all, they were twins.
After the fucking was over, after her brother had pulled out of her, she looked up at him and wondered if this was the way that the fucking had been done in the old days.
But then her brother spoke to her softly.
"You will make a wonderful geisha," he said. "I will take you to Madame Zee's in the morning and I will leave you there so that she can train you."
"Leave me there?"
The girl panicked again. She had thought that her brother would just make her go to geisha classes, as if she were going to any other class at the university. She did not want to be taken anywhere. She did not want to be left anywhere.
Especially not now. Not after she had fucked that stud brother of hers.
"No," she gasped. "I don't want to leave you, Usmeki. You are my brother and I am your sister."
"You will leave," he said firmly. "You will be trained at Madame Zee's."
And then Usmeki stood up. He walked across the room and picked up the sword again.
When she saw that sword in her brother's hands, she did not protest. She knew that it would do no good. He had already worked everything out and he was in control again now.
"Well," she muttered, "at least, untie me now. I will go to Madame Zee's but you should untie me now and let me rest."
"No," he said with his back turned toward her.
"What?"
"No. The ropes are good for you, my sister. They will keep you from being a whore during the night."
"But-"
"You will lie like that all night and I will drive you to Madame Zee's in the morning."
Meki said nothing. She did not understand things now that she was no longer in control.
She wondered what her brother had meant with all of that talk about her being a whore in the middle of the night.
She had already fucked her own brother. She did not understand how she could be a greater whore than that, how she could get greater pleasure during the night.
But Usmeki would not let her reason with him. He turned off the light and he carried the sword with him when he went naked into his own bedroom.
She knew that he would kneel in there in front of his shrine and make some different kind of sacrifice to that shrine. She did not understand what he sacrificed, what he thought about when he knelt there.
But, for some reason, she thought that he might be sacrificing her this night, sacrificing her to some old ways that she did not comprehend.
She lay there in her ropes and she ached. But, when she thought about the fucking that her brother had given her, she sighed. It had been good, she thought, and if she could get more fucking like that, she would be able to stand the old ways, the geisha ways.
She lay in the dark and wondered what awaited her at the house of this Madame Zee's.
HAPTER TWO
The next morning, Usmeki threw a robe over his sister's naked body and carried her in his strong arms to the car. He put her in the back seat, but he did not untie her.
As her brother drove to the outskirts of the city, Meki looked at the back of his head and felt like whimpering, like begging for some kind of forgiveness. She felt dead. The ropes had been around her for so long that her whole body was numb.
But the girl knew that it would do no good to beg him for anything.
So she lay there silently under her robe and she closed her eyes. She tried to sleep, but it was difficult. She had not gotten much sleep the night before either. The ropes kept getting in the way of her comfort. She even dreamed of ropes when she dozed off.
In the back of the car, she dreamed of them again.
This time she dreamed that the ropes were part of her, that she had been born tied up. and in her dream, her brother was attached to her by her rope. The rope went around her body and attached to him as a part of his heavy cock. In her dream, she looked at the way that she was connected to the man and she hoped that he would not run. If he ran, she thought, he would drag her with him, drag her across the ground by his cock-rope.
But there was no use in hoping, she learned.
Her brother smiled down on her as she lay on the green grass of a pasture in her rope.
And then he started to run. He ran backwards, grinning down on her and she was dragged by the strong, rope-cock across that tall grass of that field.
And then, suddenly the grass turned into something sharp, something that cut at her bound body as she rolled after her brother. And she heard her brother's laughter and she felt the warm blood oozing out of her flesh and she screamed.
That scream in her dream awoke her with a start. She lay in the back seat of the car and trembled and felt the cold sweat pop out of her pores.
She wondered if she had screamed aloud and then she looked at her brother's head.
He was still driving. He was not looking back at her at all.
If she had screamed out loud, she thought, he had not taken any notice of it.
And then she thought that, perhaps, her brother thought that screams were good for young girls.
She lay there and sighed in her ropes.
Usmeki drove outside of the city and headed into the fresh, green fields that seemed to be so filled with life. As he drove down the highway, he hated the car. He thought that it would be better if he could walk through those fields with his robes and his swords and slay villains when he came upon them. But the car moved too quickly and other cars passed him quickly. He knew that some evil people were in those other cars, but he did not have time to stop them and slay them. It seemed that there was no time at all in this modern world. He hated the modern world and he hated his parents, because they had taught him to drive before they went to live with their ancestors.
He looked at those fields and he thought of the nobility of the past, when strong men in robes roamed that countryside and served their masters and kept the peace. That was a time when the villains had fear in their hearts. But no more, Usmeki thought, no more.
And then the young man smiled. He knew that things would be different in Japan when the Samurais took over again, when nobility once again strode through the country with long swords. It would not be long, Usmeki thought and he wanted to be ready for the takeover, the return to the old ways. He wanted his sister to be ready too. That was why he had contacted Madame Zee. He had heard about the way that she trained geisha girls from other young, noble men who worshipped the old ways. Madame Zee had a fine, big house out here in the country and she kept her practices secret. But some of the noble men that Usmeki admired came to that house and let the geishas serve them. The young man drove the car and thought that, as he and the other warriors would be at the forefront when the changes started to happen in Japan, his sister and the other geishas would be at the forefront too, in their feminine way.
And, when she was in the forefront, his sister would thank him for giving her such an honor.
Madame Zee usually worked with orphan girls, girls of the street, teen-agers who were sent to her by men who found them in poverty and degradation. But she had agreed to take Meki because she thought that it would be a good experience to work with an older girl, the kind of girl who had tasted Western ways. Madame Zee had written Usmeki that she would consider his sister to be a fine challenge.
And Usmeki wanted to challenge the woman. He hoped that the woman would do well, would turn his sister into the type of girl that any noble warrior could appreciate.
And, from what Usmeki had heard about Madame Zee, he was almost certain that she could change that girl for the better.
The young man watched the road carefully and found the turn-off. He pulled onto a little dirt road and traveled down it for about five miles. Then he looked up and saw the big house in the distance. He smiled. That was the house of Madame Zee and it did look noble and grand. It was white and huge and it was surrounded by nothing but the flat, green land.
It was just the place for his sister, he thought.
He pressed his foot down on the accelerator. He could not wait to get there and deposit his sister at Madame Zee's doorstep. That was what he had been told to do. He knew that no one would come out to greet him. He would just leave Meki in front of the house and turn the car around and head back to the city. Only after he had left would the people come out of that house and take Meki in and train her.
The training would take several months. Madame Zee had promised in her letter to keep him informed on his sister's progress. Then, when she was a good geisha, he could come out and visit her. She would serve him and show him just what she had learned from Madame Zee.
Usmeki thought about that day in the future when he would return to be served by his sister.
He knew that he would be very proud on that day.
He pulled up in front of the huge, white house. He looked at it. He could not see anyone in the house at all. The place looked dead, vacant. But he knew that they were probably there, watching him from behind their shutters.
He was expected on this morning. He smiled.
He got out of that car and he opened the back door. He pulled the robe off his sister's naked body and he picked up another rope. He tied that rope around her legs so that she could not get up and run off when he left her there in front of the house.
There was no place to run now and he did not want his sister to tire herself out trying to escape.
When she was tied, he pulled her slowly from the car and picked her up in his arms.
The girl felt her brother's strong chest against her naked body. She looked at the house too and she wondered what he was going to do with her now that she was here.
"Usmeki," she whimpered, trying once again to talk him out of this. "Usmeki, please don't leave me here. Please."
But the brother said nothing. He carried his sister to the front door and he gently laid her naked, bound body down in front of that door. He looked again at the shuttered windows. He smiled. He knew that they were watching him.
And he wanted to look noble for those people who were peering at him.
He thought that it would not be noble to speak to her. So he turned and walked back to the car.
"Usmeki!" the girl called out in fright. "My brother! Do not leave me here! Usmeki!"
But the brother got into the car and backed away from the house. He turned around and started down the long, dirt road. He looked at the house in his rear-view mirror. He looked at his sister lying there at the door. He smiled.
"Usmeki!" the girl cried out one last time.
She tossed in her ropes and rolled over on the hard stone in front of the house.
That stone hurt her and she whimpered. Then she started to cry.
Visions of a terrible fate flashed through her brain.
Her brother had left her there. She thought that she would lie there and die with the ropes around her. She would go hungry and thirsty and she would be open to the raging elements of the day and night. She would burn in the sun by day and she would shiver in the chill of the darkness and she would finally die and turn to bones there in front of that big, white house.
"Usmeki," she croaked through her sobs. "Usmeki, you bastard."
The vision of slow and terrible death had filled her with so much fear that she was actually relieved when the big, white door opened and she saw the big man standing there.
The man was bald and he glared down at her as if she were some kind of delivery that he did not want. She looked up at him and felt that fear come over her again, as she wondered what that man was going to do to her.
But the man reached out and grabbed her feet and turned her. Then he dragged her across the cold stone into the house. She screamed as he did that.
"No! No! Leave me alone!"
The man did not even seem to hear her.
The girl started to cry and wondered which was worse, to lie out there on the outside and die slowly or to be tortured on the inside. There was something about the way that that bald man looked at her that made her think of torture, terrible torture.
The man dragged her into a long, white hallway and dropped her legs. Then he kept walking and she yelled at him as she watched him stroll down that hallway.
"No! No! Untie me! I don't want to stay here! Don't leave me!"
And then, as the man turned into one of the rooms, she felt lost again and she started to cry.
She lay there on her back in her ropes and she cried out all of her anger at her brother and her fear and her sorrow. She felt the tears rolling down her face and she felt the aching in her head and she thought that she had never been in such agony before in her life.
But then she heard the woman's voice.
"It did no good to yell at him," the woman said. "He is deaf. He is also mute. But he does his work around here."
Meki turned her face in the direction that that voice had come from.
And she saw the woman standing there in the hallway. A door; behind the woman was open, sand Meki smelled some kind of incense corning from that room. She tried to peer past the woman into that room, but she could not see anything except blackness there,
And then she studied the woman who had spoken to her.
The woman was tall, taller than most Japanese women that Meki had seen. She wore her dark hair long and she did not seem to be very old. She could have been about thirty, the girl supposed, but no older.
And the woman was wearing a robe that was tied around her body. The robe was opened at the top and Meki could see the woman's tawny flesh. She knew that this woman was naked under that robe. She could see the way that the breasts swelled under the fabric too and she thought that this woman had larger breasts than most Japanese women had.
"Are you Madame Zee?" the girl asked with a soft voice.
"Yes," the woman said. "I am Madame Zee. And you must be Meki."
For some reason that she could not really understand, Meki felt a little better now that she had seen Madame Zee. The woman was sexy, she thought, but she did not seem that dangerous. When her brother had talked about Madame Zee, Meki had had visions of some old crone who hated beautiful girls and wanted to make them servants and slaves.
But Madame Zee was the most beautiful woman that Meki had ever seen.
And she was smiling down at the girl who lay there bound and naked in her hallway. She seemed friendly, the girl thought.
And then Meki choked out some more words.
"My brother brought me here to learn to be a geisha," she said. "My brother is Usmeki. He and I are twins."
"Yes," the woman said, "I know your brother. At least, I have read his letters."
She moved closer to the girl.
"Usmeki wrote me that you had adopted the Western ways," she said.
Meki did not say anything. She supposed that she had adopted the Western ways, although she had never made that conscious decision. Her parents-Usmeki's parents too-had told them often that the Westerners controlled everything, that the Westerners such as the Americans were right. They had worn Western clothes and lived in a Western style for as long as Meki could remember. She thought that she had not really adopted anything. She had just accepted the life that her parents had offered her. Usmeki had been the one who had adopted something foreign to his life. He had returned to the Eastern ways soon after their parents had been killed. She had always felt that he was the one living in some kind of exotic, foreign land, not her. She felt very normal in her Western style of living.
But she knew that she would have to give that style up now. She looked at Madame Zee and she wondered what this woman would do to her to make her give up her style of life.
"Usmeki wrote me that he wanted you to learn to be obedient. He said that you were a whore."
"No," the girl muttered. "I am not a whore. I don't think I am a whore, at least."
"Do you fuck men?"
"Yes."
And the woman smiled.
"But I don't fuck just any man," the girl quickly explained. "I am very selective at the university. I am-"
"The university? You go to the university?"
"Yes."
"And what kind of classes do you take there?"
"Well, I am a biology major. I take other classes too, but mostly science classes. I am very good in science."
"That is no field for a woman," Madame Zee said with a frown.
"There are many women in my classes there. There are many women who major in science."
"They are all whores!" Madame Zee suddenly yelled.
And that outburst, that sudden wrath made Meki tremble as she lay there in the floor.
And then the woman kicked at the girl with her bare foot. She drove her toe into Meki's ribs. The girl yelped with pain and tried to roll away from the woman.
But she could not roll fast enough. Within a couple of seconds, Meki was pressed against the wall and the angry woman was kicked at her back and her buns as the girl trembled in her ropes.
Madame Zee cursed her with violence in her voice.
"Biology! Science! Women should serve! They should not study at a university! They should not be scientists! They should serve! That is what they were born to do!"
And the girl lay there and whimpered against the wall. She pressed her roped body close to that wall as if she were still trying to escape the kicks that the woman was giving her, as if she were trying to melt into that white wall.
But then the woman stopped kicking. Meki lay there next to the wall as Madame Zee backed up and looked down at her.
"Roll over, whore. Roll over, you dog and look at me," the woman snarled.
And the girl rolled onto her back. She looked up at the woman but she could not see Madame Zee that clearly. She could not see for the tears that were in her eyes.
It seemed that she had cried a lot during the last few hours, she thought. Meki wondered if she was going to spend her life crying now, weeping because she was such a Western whore.
"You will be quite a challenge," the woman said. "I will turn you into a geisha and I will make you serve men and women in a way that you have never served them before. I will make you forget all about the university and biology and your whorish ways. I will make your brother proud of you."
The girl lay there naked and opened her mouth to speak.
But nothing would come out. She just sobbed some more.
Finally, Meki was able to croak out the words.
"The ropes. The ropes have left me numb. Please, take off the ropes."
The woman just stared down at her. Meki tossed in her ropes and made a promise.
"I will not try to escape. Just take the ropes off. I will not try to run away."
And then the woman in the robe laughed. She threw her head back and laughed as if that girl was the funniest thing in the world.
When her laughter died away, the woman growled at her.
"Run away? Escape? My little blossom, there is nowhere for you to go. There is nothing around this house for miles. If you try to run away, we will catch you. If we do not catch you, you will just fall and die in the summer sun."
And Meki knew that that woman was telling her the truth.
Still, she muttered to the beautiful, dominating female.
"But the ropes. I have had the ropes on me for hours, since last night. Please, let me rest. Please take the ropes off me and let me rest."
Madame Zee looked down on her and smiled at the girl.
"I will do more than just that, you little flower," she said.
And then she turned and called back into that darkened room.
"Ping! Eko! Come care for her!"
The woman turned and walked into that room and left Meki alone in that hallway again.
But the bound girl was not alone for long. Two other girls appeared at the door.
They were both young and naked and beautiful and they smiled down at Meki.
The girl who was tied there could not help herself.
She smiled back at them. She thought that they would be nice to her, that they would understand that she was young and that she was in numbing torment.
The two girls did not say anything. They just moved close to her and bent over and gently lifted her up. Together, they carried her down the hallway and into another room.
After the ropes were off, she sighed. Meki looked at the two girls who had untied her and she felt like thanking him. But she did not say anything and they said nothing to her. There seemed to be an unwritten rule here in this room, Meki thought, a rule that said that silence was necessary.
The two girls helped Meki to walk across the room. Then they lowered her into a little tub. She rested there in the warm water and the two girls started to bathe her, to run damp clothes over her body.
That brought some eased to her tortured flesh.
That made her feel more alive. It made her skin tingle as the blood moved through her easily again. She closed her eyes and thought about that dream that she had had, that she had been born with the ropes around her.
She had wondered all night and all morning if she would ever be able to move freely again. But now she knew that she could. She stretched her arms high over her head and moved her fingers and felt much better as the two naked girls bathed her naked body.
Then Meki thought that it was strange that she did not feel embarrassed in front of these girls.
And she wondered if they were trained geishas, if she would end up like them in a few weeks.
She studied them. They were both beautiful and they looked soft.
If they were geishas, she thought, she might not mind being a geisha too.
But she could not tell for certain. Finally, she broke the rule of silence and asked them the question.
"Are you geishas?"
The two girls just looked at each other. They stopped, bathing her for a moment and Meki was immediately sorry that she had spoken, that she had broken the rule that had been laid down when they had picked her up.
But then one of the girls, one who had high, firm, little tits, nodded her head.
"We have been trained by Madame Zee," she said.
And the other girl, the other with larger tits, spoke softly.
"You will be trained too," she said. "But she says that you will be more difficult because you are from the city and you know all the Western ways."
"Aren't you two from the city?" the girl asked.
"Oh, no," the one with the smaller tits said. "We were raised in the country. I am Ping and this is Eko. We have been friends since we were children. Our fathers brought us here together because I said that I would not go unless Eko went and she said that she would not go unless I went. We wanted to be together, you see."
Her voice was soft, innocent. Meki liked these two girls.
She remembered the term that her brother had often used: nobility.
And there seemed to be something noble in the friendship that these two naked girls shared.
"How long have you been with Madame Zee," she asked.
"Many weeks," Ping said.
"We do not know for sure," Eko added. "Time means nothing to us."
"It never has," the other girl said. "When you live in the country, there is only the seasons. The rest of time does not mean much to us."
Meki looked at those girls again and thought that it would probably be easier to train country girls than city girls. She supposed that Madame Zee had been right when she had talked about the difficulty that she would have with Meki. Country girls like these two were so simple and innocent, she thought. It seemed that they were still children, although Meki was sure that they were probably nearly the same age that she was.
And then the girls went back to work on her, washing her tired and aching body.
And the rule of silence seemed to reign again.
Meki closed her eyes and let them bathe her and felt the softness and the warmth come back to her flesh. She smiled.
When the girls had finished with their bathing of her flesh, they helped her to stand up and move out of the tub. Then they dried her off with two, fluffy, large towels. She stood there and felt the tickling of those towels and thought that those girls were sweet.
Meki felt soft as the two girls dried her body. She felt a little weak too. She giggled.
If this was what the Eastern way of life was all about, she thought, she would be able to stand it. She would be able to adapt to the ways that her brother had adapted to. She would be a geisha too.
And then the two girls led her to the big bed in the room. Meki crawled onto the bed and lay there and felt very warm. The sun was beating in through an opened window. She stretched out her arms and lay naked there in the sun.
She was not even surprised when the two girls, Eko and Ping, moved onto the bed with her.
She smiled at them. She thought that they were nice, country girls, sweet and innocent.
And she thought that it would be nice if they could all lie there on that bed naked and take a nap.
Meki did feel very tired. She yawned and then she sighed.
She closed her eyes as the two girls moved in on either side of her.
And then she felt their hot, hands on her. She opened her eyes again and looked at them.
Eko, the one with the large tits, was moving her hand over Meki's breasts. That hand was soft. She massaged the girl and made Meki feel even softer than she had felt before.
And Ping, the girl with the smaller tits, was moving her hand over Meki's stomach. That touch gave Meki a strange, tingling feeling. She felt the girl's fingers in her pussy hair and she sighed.
She closed her eyes again. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, she thought.
But she was going to let it happen this time. She was going to let these girls play with her.
Their hands pleased her so much that she could not stand to stop them. They moved over her body like little butterflies and they sent that butterfly feeling deep into her stomach and her cunt.
She knew that she was getting wet, wet and thrilled with the touches that those girls were giving her.
And then she felt something else, something that she did not like at all.
It was sharp and brutal pain-pain in her tits.
She tensed her body and opened her eyes and looked down. She saw Eko and Ping and she could not believe what they were doing to her. She yelped with pain and the two girls reached up at the same time and pressed their hands onto her face and her throat and held her down as they continued to do it.
They were biting on her nipples!
Meki struggled under the girls, but they were suddenly strong, not soft and simple at all.
And the pain in her tits was growing. She felt a warmth around her nipples and she knew without even looking that she was bleeding there, bleeding with a warmth that hurt her.
But the pain also made her feel drowsy. Soon, she stopped fighting the girls and lay there on the bed. When she gave up her struggle, the two girls took their hands off her face and throat and then they took their mouths off her nipples. That was when Meki looked down and saw the blood that trickled out from around the pink things. She sighed and thought for a moment that she would pass out.
But she did not pass out. She heard Eko say the words.
"You are a Western whore and we have to make you an Eastern geisha. We have to hurt you and get that Western whorishness out of you."
Western whore?
She thought about that phrase and remembered that her brother had thought that she was a Western whore too.
She tried to figure out if they were right. It seemed that she had entered a new world now and she knew that she would have to adapt to that new world. She wondered if she would ever seen her old world again, even feel the freedom that her parents had given her with their Western ways.
For some reason, she doubted that. She just knew that she would really have to change.
And then the two girls moved down her body and started to bit her flesh in many different places.
Meki just lay there and took that. She could not fight them any longer. She was too tired and too confused to fight. She lay there and she sighed.
And the phrase kept echoing through her head.
Western whore.
Western whore.
Western whore.
Eko grabbed some of the flesh of the girl's stomach in her teeth and snarled as she bit into it-snarled like a dog. Ping moved her body between Meki's legs and turned her head and bit at the soft flesh of the girl's inner thigh.
Meki winced each time that the teeth moved into her, but she did not fight. She did not even move. She felt lifeless there on that bed. She had never been so tired in her life. She just did not have the energy to fight them.
And she was starting to think that they might be right, that she might be nothing but a Western whore. She wondered in her dazed way just how long it would take until she became a good Eastern girl, until she accepted their ways. She was from the city and she was not simple like these two, biting country girls.
She thought that it might take a long, long time.
CHAPTER THREE
After they had bitten her, Eko and Ping fed Meki. They gave her warm broth with rice in it. She ate it as if she were an invalid on that bed. They put the spoon into her mouth time and again and she took that broth with rice into her.
Then they tied her to the bed. Meki let them do that too, feeling as lifeless as ever.
And then the two girls left her alone in that room. They did not even wash the dried blood from her body.
Meki lay there and feel asleep in her ropes. She slept more peacefully this time. She thought that she might be getting used to the ropes that held her.
She awoke with a start when she heard the door slam. She looked toward that door and she saw Madame Zee, that geisha-training woman, standing there in the room.
Meki did not say anything. She did not even remember that she could speak. She just looked at Madame Zee as the woman in the bright robe approached her bed.
"The night is coming," Madame Zee said, pointing toward the opened window.
And Meki looked toward that window and saw that the sun was going down. She wondered how long she had been asleep. And then she moved and felt the ropes bit into her again.
They were tied around her wrists and her ankles and they left her spread there on the bed.
She was open to anyone who wanted to enter her, she thought, looking down at her pussy.
She felt like a real whore then, knowing that she could not fight off anyone who wanted into that cunt of hers.
And then she looked back at Madame Zee. The woman smiled at her.
"My girls service only Samurai," the woman said. "You will have to learn to do that."
"Yes," Meki sighed.
And then she jerked. The sound of her own voice, her own surrender, surprised her that much.
"There is a young Samurai here tonight," Madame Zee said. "He will show you how a Samurai likes to be fucked. You must learn that a warrior demands a certain kind of lust from his girls. When you learn that, you will be well on your way to bliss as a geisha."
"Bliss," the girl repeated softly.
She knew what the word meant, but she wondered how bliss could ever play a part in the torture that her life had become.
"He will show you," Madame Zee said again.
And then the woman turned and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
Meki lay there and wondered what kind of man would come to her when she was tied up like this.
And then she remembered that her brother was a Samurai and her brother was sexy. She hoped that this young man that Madame Zee had given to her that night would be as sexy as Usmeki.
Then the door opened again and the young man entered.
He was very young. Meki looked at him and thought that he could not be more than sixteen.
And he was short, very short. He had flashing dark eyes and he stared at her as he entered the room.
There seemed to be some kind of hatred in those eyes and Meki did not know if this young man wanted to fuck her or kill her. She just stared at him and studied him, looking for the signs of the Samurai.
She found those signs easily. She recognized that this young man was much like her brother.
For one thing, he wore the sword in the sash around his waist. It was short and broad and shining.
He pulled that sword out of the sash and the girl jerked.
The boy approached her slowly, holding the sword out in front of him with both hands.
And Meki closed her eyes and turned her face away from him. She thought that he would kill her, that he would cut her open with that sword while she lay there helpless.
But he did not do that. He just stood over her with that sword in his hands and trembled.
"I am Loka," he said.
His voice was soft and high and seemed to shake with fear.
The girl opened her eyes and turned to look at the boy. She did not understand why he should be afraid. She was the one who was tied there on the bed, the one who was defenseless. He had that sword and yet he trembled like a child.
And then she remembered that he was really little more than a child.
She smiled at him. There, was something in his boyish fears that soothed her and made her happier to see him.
"Hello, Loka," she said. "My name is Meki."
The boy backed up and stared at her. He kept his sword in front of him as if he thought that she would use some sort of dangerous magic on him. But Meki knew that she had no magic.
She figured that the boy had probably never fucked a girl before. That could be the only reason for his fear, she thought. He was a virgin and that made him nervous.
"I will not hurt you, Loka," she said softly, thinking, even as she spoke the words, that it was ironic that she would be saying this to him.
Then she added, "Put your sword down and come to me."
The young man was dressed in a samurai robe and that robe seemed to engulf him.
He stood there for a moment, as if he were trying to figure out if she was telling him the truth, if she would really not hurt him.
"I am a samurai," he said in that soft, high, boyish voice. "I follow the code."
Meki said nothing. She did not really understand what that code was all about, but she knew that it was important to these young men. She remembered that her twin brother had often mentioned the code that he followed. Meki knew that she would learn more about that code as she went through her training here at Madame Zee's.
Her silence seemed to make Loka even more nervous. She saw him tremble there in his robes and he backed up and leaned against the wall and sighed.
"Why have you come to me, Loka?" the girl asked.
She already knew why he had come, of course. But she wanted him to say it. For some reason, she thought that, if he said it, he would feel better, more sure of himself.
"I have come to fuck you," he muttered. "I have come to take my pleasure with you as a warrior should."
And his bottom lip stuck out slightly. He looked like a pouting baby.
But Meki had been correct. When he had announced his reason for being there, he did seem to be more sure of himself. He smiled slowly and then he lowered his sword. He put the end of that sword on the floor in front of him and he leaned on the blade.
Meki looked at that and remembered that she had seen her twin brother in that same position.
She thought that that position might be something from the code, the rules of the samurai.
And then she thought that that blade was like a cock. She shuddered a little as she thought of that blade as an outgrowth of the young boy's body.
She lifted her hips slightly and she sighed to Loka.
"Come to me," she said. "Come to me and take your warrior's spoils."
She suddenly wanted to fuck. She wanted to feel that prick deep inside her.
She remembered how good it had felt when her brother had fucked her. He had been forceful and angry and a little nervous too, at first. She thought that she would feel the same kind of lust, the same kind of desire when this young samurai was with her, naked and ready to slam his prick deep into her.
Loka put his sword against the door and then he untied the sash that held his robe closed around him. He pulled off that sash and dropped it. He opened the robe and let the thing fall from his shoulders onto the floor.
He stood there looking like a Western boy, she thought.
He was tearing a T-shirt and a pair of briefs under his robe.
But she did not laugh at him. She did not note the irony with words. She just looked at the young boy. She wanted him to think that he was a real samurai and she wanted to think that too.
The boy smiled at her and then he pulled his T-shirt over his head.
It was then that Meki noticed just how muscled the thin, young man was.
He was small but he had a good body, muscles that ripped under his flesh. Like her brother, she thought, he probably did those strange, samurai exercises, the ones that looked like some kind of dance.
And then Meki looked at the bulge in his shorts and she saw that it was large.
She smiled, knowing that this little guy was very well endowed.
And then she shuddered, thinking that that was something that a Western whore would put into her mind. She did not want to be a Western whore if she could help it. She had already decided that. She wanted to be the type of girl that her brother could respect, the type of girl that this young man could respect. She wanted to be the type of girl who would not be beaten by Madame Zee and the others at this strange house.
Loka kept smiling in that boyish way as he pushed his shorts down his legs. He stepped out of them.
When he was naked, his cock sprang up in front of him just as hard and brutal as that sword had been.
When she saw that long and hard piece of meat, Meki shivered.
She raised her hips again and she sighed to the boy.
"Come. Come fuck me, Samurai," she said. "Come and take the spoils of war. You have won me. You can fuck me. I want you to fuck me."
And the smile grew on the young man's face. He was not nervous at all now, she thought.
He moved toward the bed slowly, gracefully. He stood next to the bed and he tensed his legs and stretched his arms out on either side of him. He cried out with a piercing scream.
And that scream made the girl shudder in her ropes.
He started to move around there next to the bed. He yelped again and again and he did one of those dances that Meki had seen Usmeki do outside, one of those pieces of exercise that kept his body muscled and sexy.
As he moved around there, tensing his muscles and barking in his high-pitched voice, he started to perspire. The sweat burst out of his flesh and glowed there in the dying light of the day. She just looked at him. She wondered what he was doing, why he was not fucking her.
She wondered if he planned to dance his orgasm away.
But then he sprang onto the bed. He crawled over her like a cat would and he looked down at her. He smiled again.
"I am a warrior," he said. "I am a samurai."
"I know," she whimpered, feeling the juices in her cunt leak out. "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt."
But he stayed there, on his hands and knees and looked down at her. He saw the dried blood around her nipples and he grinned.
He moved his face down to one of those nipples and he licked at it. He licked at that blood.
The touch of his tongue against her wound gave her pleasure and pain at the same time.
She trembled in her ropes as he licked at her blood.
"Fuck me," she whimpered, feeling the fire grow in her cunt. "Please, fuck me, samurai."
And the boy stopped licking at her nipple and smiled at her again.
"You are a geisha," he said. "And I am a warrior."
"I know," she sighed. "Just fuck me. All right? Fuck me."
But the boy was not finished with her yet. He seemed to like the way that she was being tortured at that moment. He wanted to prolong the ecstasy and the agony of her burning cunt.
"I will touch your pussy with my fingers," he announced in that soft voice.
"Yes," she whimpered. "Anything. Anything."
Loka reached between her legs and put his fingers on her wet pussy lips. The girl moaned and twisted against her ropes. She loved that touch and she felt the fire growing in her.
She yelped with a little, girlish sound when the boy slipped his finger into her.
And she looked up at that boy as he smiled down on her.
He was working his finger around in her snatch slowly and that was giving her some pleasure. But Meki still wanted the ultimate pleasure, the pleasure that she had last shared with her twin brother the night before. She wanted to be fucked by that samurai cock.
She tossed her head back and forth and tensed her arms and her legs against the ropes that held her. She sighed to the boy who stayed there on his hands and knees and smiled down at her.
"Please," she whimpered. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me. You are a samurai. Fuck me."
And then the boy moved his fingers out of her cunt.
She sighed. She thought that, for sure, he would fuck her now. He had tested her with his fingers. He knew now just how warm and juicy she was down there.
But she was startled when she felt that those fingers around her full lips.
She looked up at the boy and she saw him smile.
He pressed his fingers against her mouth and she knew that he wanted her to suck on those fingers, to suck the pussy juice rip off them.
She opened her mouth slowly and the boy slipped the wet fingers into the girl.
Her own sweetness seemed to explode in her head and she tightened her lips around the fingers.
The boy moved the fingers back and forth in her mouth as she sucked on them, sucked on that pussy cream that covered them and took that cream into, her system again.
Then she opened her lips and the boy moved his fingers out of her mouth.
"Fuck me," she whimpered again, begging him one more time.
And this time he did what she wanted him to do.
She sighed as she felt the young man move down on her body. She lifted her hips and she felt the end of that hard cock move into her.
Then she jumped in her ropes and yelped at him.
"Deeper! Deeper! Slam it into me! Hard! I want that cock!"
She screamed in a rough and gasping voice and the boy smiled.
He put his hands under her butt and held her high and slammed the prick into her cunt.
Meki groaned with pleasure and felt the ropes around her ankles cut deep into her flesh.
Then Loka leaned over her and worked his cock in and out of her. He groaned and she groaned too as she felt the hard muscles of his body against the softness of her own flesh.
And she felt the ropes too, the ropes that seemed to make everything better for her.
"Fuck me," she whimpered. "Fuck away on my cunt, you wonderful samurai."
And the boy chuckled and worked in and out of her. The girl felt the tension in her own body and wished that she could lift her legs and wrap them around Loka's muscled frame.
But the ropes held her tightly. The ropes would not let her go.
She moved as best she could in those ropes and sighed as the young man drove into her again and again.
And then his fucking became more violent, quicker and she knew that he was about to come.
He yelped once and then he sighed as he shot his wad into her geisha cunt.
Then he pulled out of her and smiled down at her.
She smiled back.
Meki had not had time to have her own orgasm, but she felt a little better now that she had been impaled for at least a few seconds. She did not hold anything against the young man as he moved off the bed. She knew that he was young, that this was probably his first time with a woman.
She could not have asked him to stay with her and fuck for hours, like a professional.
"Thank you, Samurai," she whimpered as she watched the young man move across the room.
The young man just grunted at her.
As he pulled on his briefs, he said, "You were nothing special, you know."
The girl said nothing. She knew that she was nothing special. She could not be anything special as long as she was tied like that. If she had only her legs free, she thought, then she could have been something special for him.
Loka pulled on his T-shirt and then he turned and he snarled at the girl.
"I will come back to you after you have been trained," he said. "Then you will be something special. Then you will not be a Western whore."
"Yes," Meki whimpered. "Come back to me when I have been trained."
The girl knew that the training that Madame Zee would give her would change her and she thought now that it might even change her for the better if she gave it a chance.
She might turn into something very special for her samurai men.
As the young man pulled on his robes, he smiled at her.
"I will tell Ping and Eko to come to you," he said.
He picked up his sword and he put it into his sash. Then he left the room.
Ping and Eko were going to come to her? Meki wondered what they would do to her when they got there. Would they bite her some more and hurt her?
She was not certain any longer if she liked those two country girls.
She was confused.
It seemed that everything that had happened to her that day had confused her.
She looked out that window and she saw the sun going down. The light was leaving the room and Meki thought that she would be in darkness soon.
She looked forward to the darkness. She thought that things might be more clear if she could consider them in the dark of the night.
She lay there on her bed and tried to remember what the cock had felt like in her, hard and big and strong. But her cunt had really been numb when Loka had fucked her.
It seemed that her whole body was numb now, numb because the ropes had been around her for so long. She closed her eyes and waited for the dark.
But then she heard the door open again and she saw the two naked geishas standing there.
Ping and Eko were holding candles. The light from those candles cut through the coming darkness.
Meki lay there and looked at them and wondered what they were going to do to her now.
They approached the bed with something like respect in their eyes.
They put the candles down on the little table next to the bed and then they started to work on her.
Eko, the girl with the larger tits, moved onto the bed and started to massage Meki's body.
While she did that, her friend Ping moved around the bed, untying the new girl at the house.
As the ropes moved away from her wrists and her ankles, Meki moved a little and felt the delicious ache in her body. She smiled at the girls.
And then she wondered if they were going to bite her again.
She felt a new tension run through her body as she thought about that prospect.
But the two girls did not bite her. Eko just continued to massage her and make her feel soft and sweet. Ping left the room for a moment and then returned with two damp cloths. She handed one of those cloths to her friend and then the two girls started to cleanse Meki's body.
They cleaned the blood off her with those soft, damp cloths and then they turned her on the bed and they moved the cloths over her back too.
Meki sighed as that wetness worked into her and soothed and cooled her. She liked the feeling of that soft cloth on her body. The girls seemed to be curing some deep ache that she had.
And the girl thought that she had had that ache for a long, long time.
Perhaps that ache was the Western whore in her, she thought.
Perhaps these girls were washing her Western whorishness away.
She sighed and she lay there on the bed. When Eko and Ping turned her over again, she looked up at them and smiled.
The girls smiled back. They seemed very friendly now in the candle-light.
And then they left Meki on the bed and took the candles and left the room.
The girl closed her eyes and started to lose herself in sleep. As she drifted off, she thought about her brother and wondered what he was doing now, wondered when he would return to see her.
And she wondered if he would like the way that she would change for him.
Meki felt an Eastern peace in her body as she fell asleep.
And she wondered what tomorrow would bring for her.
CHAPTER FOUR
The very next morning, Meki ate breakfast with Ping and Eko. They had come to her room early that morning and had awakened her and then they had given her a robe to wear. It was a blue robe and the material was soft against her bruised flesh. They were wearing robes much like her own that morning as they ate breakfast together.
And, then, after breakfast, they led the girl into a big room. The room looked like a library. There was heavy, leather furniture all around and there were books on book shelves. Ping spoke to her when they entered the room.
"You will wait here," she said. "Madame Zee will come to see you soon."
"All right," the girl said.
Then the two geishas left her alone there in that room.
When she was alone, she walked over to the shelves and pulled down a book. It was covered with fine leather and fancy, beautiful designs had been stitched into that leather. Meki raised the book to her nose and smelled the musky, leather odor.
The book smelled like an old tradition, she thought. It was the old tradition that she was entering.
And then she opened the book and started to read. It was in Japanese, of course and some of the characters were difficult to make out. They seemed to be from an old language.
But, as she studied the words, she began to make some sense out of them.
"The way of the geisha," the book said, "is the way of service. She must submit to her men. She must serve the men and wait on them. She is not to speak unless she is spoken to. She is not to look any man in the eye. She is to be humble and sweet. She is to be like a fine fruit for the picking."
A fine fruit, Meki thought. Yes, she did feel sweeter now than she had felt before.
She felt weaker and more submissive and she had discovered that there was a certain freedom in submission. She could lie in her ropes and know that nothing that she did could do anyone any harm. She had given over her own will, but, with that will, she had also given over her need for guilt.
She remembered the way that she had felt guilty when Western-thinking boys at the university had sworn to her that they loved her and wanted to marry her. She had never wanted to marry them and that had always hurt the boys. She knew it and that had made her feel very guilty.
She had never wanted to hurt anyone, but it always seemed to be her fault when men were sad or forlorn. They always announced that they loved her in the dark, after she had fucked them. They would lie there naked on the bed and hold her close and say that they wanted her forever and ever. And she would have to tell them that she did not want them forever and ever, that she was still young and that she wanted to experience more in life.
Meki thought about that want that she had had in her heart for so long. She knew that she had never experienced as much in her Western life as she had experienced in the last few hours here in this geisha house. She had already learned a lot about her own softness and the hardness of ropes. She shivered when she thought about those ropes. She knew that she would taste them again before Madame Zee was finished with her training.
And she thought that it was a little-estrange when she discovered that she actually looked forward to the ropes, to the bonds that would make her free of something that ached deep inside her. She turned a few pages in the book and then she read some more, taking in the words slowly.
"The samurai must be prepared to die for his lord. He must live and fight with honor. Honor is the most important thing in a warrior's life. When he loses that honor, the only way that he can regain it is through suicide."
Meki trembled again when she read that and she thought about her brother, Usmeki.
She had heard that young man talk about suicide so many times. And he had always spoken with something like lust in his voice when he talked about his own ceremonial death.
She thought now that Usmeki seemed to worship death even more than honor and she did not think that that was right, not even for a samurai of the old school.
She smelled the leather again and she remembered the way that her brother's muscled body had felt against her. She remembered the way that he had fucked her with such a strange combination of innocence and lust.
She did not want her brother to commit suicide. She did not want him to ever leave her alone in this world. She thought about that now and she knew that she would not change her mind about that, not even if she was completely changed by the training that Madame Zee would give her.
And then the door opened and Madame Zee walked into the room.
The girl slipped the book back onto the shelf and turned and looked at the woman.
Madame Zee smiled at her.
"Did you sleep well last night, Meki?" she asked, like a good hostess.
"Yes," the girl said.
And Meki was not lying either. She had slept well.
She had slept peacefully after the short fucking that she had gotten from Loka and the bathing that she had gotten from the other two geisha girls.
"You look very nice in your robe, Meki," the woman said, stepping closer to the girl.
Meki pulled the soft, blue robe tight around her body and nodded her head.
"Thank you, Madame Zee," she said. "Thank you very much."
Meki was naked under that robe and she liked the way that that blue, soft material seemed to sink right into her flesh. She stood there and she shivered for a moment and then the robe seemed to soothe her.
Madame Zee moved closer to the girl and reached out and touched the side of Meki's face with her fingers.
"You will learn," she said with soft confidence in her voice. "You will learn how to be a geisha. I can see a change in you already, Meki."
Could she?
Meki did feel a change in her own spirit, but she could not define it. She wondered if Madame Zee could tell her how she had changed, what she had turned into.
But Madame Zee took her fingers away from the girl's soft face and turned and walked back across the room. Meki just pulled the robe tighter around her body.
"You will learn to service men," Madame Zee said. "You will learn the joys of servitude and punishment when you are bad. You will learn that Western ways are no good. They have no honor, Meki. No honor at all. Your brother understands honor, you know."
The mistress turned and looked at the girl.
"Yes," Meki said softly, nodding her head. "My brother does understand honor, but I don't want him to die."
"Die?"
"He often talks of suicide. He says that, if his honor fails, he must kill himself to regain it. He talked about killing himself and killing me too, Madame Zee. I don't want that to happen."
"Why?" the woman asked.
And it seemed like a stupid question to the girl.
But, when Meki tried to explain her emotions, she found her brain and her voice faltering.
"Well-well, I don't know. I just don't want to die. And I don't want my brother to die either."
She tried to think of some way that she could explain it to Madame Zee. The woman seemed to be waiting for some clear answer to her question.
"I-I-I love my brother," the girl mumbled.
"So?"
"So-you don't want someone to die-not if you love him, Madame Zee."
"But, if his honor demands it, then you must let him die if you love him. You must even die with him if he feels that your honor has been soiled too."
"But-"
Meki searched for something else to say. She could not find anything. She fell silent.
"You will learn, Meki," Madame Zee said again. "In a few weeks, you will not even think about the things that you are thinking now. You are going to turn into an Eastern girl. I will make sure that the Western, whorish ways are whipped out of you."
And the mention of whipping made Meki shudder.
Yet, she was surprised that, in a way, she looked forward to that whipping.
"You must learn to submit, Meki," the woman said.
And, then she moved across the room and opened a little wooden cabinet. She kept her back turned to the girl as she spoke to her again.
"Take the robe off, Meki. You must be naked for this."
The girl did not know if she wanted to take her robe off.
But she knew that she could not fight Madame Zee.
For an instant, she held the robe tightly around her body.
Then she felt her will slip away again and she slowly opened the robe.
She felt the cold air on her body and she shivered.
Then she slipped the blue, soft robe off her body and let it fall on the floor.
She stood naked there in the middle of the room and waited for Madame Zee to turn to her and look at her. She wondered what kind of training the woman had in mind for her now.
When the woman turned to face her again, Meki gasped and raised her hand to her mouth.
Madame Zee was holding a little whip in her hand.
The woman smiled at the naked girl and ran her eyes up and down Meki's body. She seemed pleased with the way that the girl looked. But there was a harshness in the woman's eyes that did not seem to go with that pleased look at all.
Meki was confused again, just as she had been the day before.
But she was also weak again and she knew that Madame Zee would not be denied.
The woman raised the whip over her head and cracked it in the still air of the room.
The girl jerked when she heard that crack, that sharp and brutal sound.
And then the woman moved toward her, smiling at the girl's naked body.
"This whip will not cut you," she said. "It will only sting your flesh. I would not want to be too brutal with such a pretty girl. The samurais would never forgive me if I cut you up too badly."
"The samurais?" the girl muttered.
"The ones who will come to you to be serviced," the woman explained.
And then she cracked the whip in the air again.
Meki jerked again, but she thought about Loka, the boy who had fucked her the night before. She wondered how many others there would be-others like Loka who would come to her with swords and hard cocks.
And she wondered how many of them would be as sexy and as thrilling as her own brother had been.
Madame Zee moved very close to the girl. She breathed into Meki's face and the girl smelled the sweet aroma of the woman's breath. Madame Zee smelled like fruit, she thought.
And that reminded her of the thing that she had read in the book.
Madame Zee, she thought, would train her to be a fine piece of fruit for the warriors who came to her.
The woman backed up and held the whip in one hand while she opened her robe with the other.
Madame Zee was naked under her robe too and her flesh was tawny and sexy.
Slowly, gracefully, the woman slipped the robe from her shoulders and let it fall. She moved the whip back and forth from one hand to another as she took the robe off.
Then she stood naked in the room, as naked as Meki was.
She stepped back and lifted the whip again.
Meki cringed and looked down at the floor and waited for the whip to fall on her.
The leather came down with a hot, stinging crack.
And Meki shuddered with the pain that that whip gave her.
The whip landed on her bare shoulder and curved down her back. Then Madame Zee raised the whip again and brought it down on the other shoulder. This time, the end of the whip hit the top of Meki's tit.
The girl was in pain, in hot pain, but she felt something else in her body too, something that shocked her. She felt the heat of the whip rush through her and slip down to her cunt.
Yes, her cunt!
She felt the juices begin to ooze in her body as the woman snarled at her.
"On your knees, bitch," she said. "On your knees, you Western whore."
And Meki dropped to her knees before the naked woman with the whip.
"I will beat you until you are a good, Eastern girl," the woman announced. "I will beat you until that whorishness is gone and the only thought in your head is the yearning to serve the warriors of the rising sun."
The whip fell on her shoulder again. Meki jerked and sighed but she continued to kneel there with her hands on her knees, continued to accept the whip without fighting.
She knew that it would not do any good to fight a woman as powerful as Madame Zee.
And she also knew that she wanted that whorishness out of her. She closed her eyes as the whip fell on her again and again and thought of her brother, her sexy and crazy brother. She thought of that hard, brutal muscles of her brother's body. She wanted to make her brother proud of her. She wanted to deserve those hard muscles against her body, that hard cock deep in her pussy.
She thought only of Usmeki. She would suffer in order to prepare herself for him, she thought.
As the whip fell onto her shoulders again and again, she rocked back and forth on her knees.
And then the whip stopped cracking her and she felt suddenly cold. She looked up at Madame Zee.
"Why did you stop?" she asked softly. "Why did you stop beating my Western flesh."
"Your flesh is not Western," the woman corrected her with a smile. "It is your spirit that is Western. I am beating that spirit into submission."
"Very well," the girl said softly.
And then the woman snarled at her again.
"On your back, you Western whore," she said.
And Meki tumbled back onto the floor and lay there. She spread her legs and exposed her body to the whip, to the woman's Eastern wrath.
And she trembled as she lay there, feeling that submission work its way into her spirit.
She found that she liked the submission more than she had ever thought that she could.
And she longed to submit to Madame Zee even more.
The naked woman dropped to her knees next to the girl and lifted the whip again.
Meki closed her eyes and waited for the whip to fall on her.
The whip fell and hit her naked tits. The girl sighed and jerked a little on that floor. She raised her hips slightly as the whip fell on her tits again. She could feel that juicy fire in her cunt again.
The whipping was turning her on! She was wanting to fuck something!
Those things roared in Meki's surprised mind.
She lay there with her eyes closed as the whip hit her tits and her stomach again and again.
She listened to the rhythmic puffing of Madame Zee as the woman hit her again and again.
And soon she was breathing with that same rhythm, matching her breaths with the woman's.
But then the whipping stopped. When it did, Meki again felt cold. She opened her eyes.
She saw the way that Madame Zee was perspiring and she could tell that that woman was worked up too, just as turned on as Meki was herself.
The girl reached up without thinking and touched one of Madame Zee's big breasts with her hand.
She caressed that tit with her hand and Madame Zee dropped the whip on the floor and tilted her head back and whimpered as Meki touched her like that.
When the girl discovered that she was accepted, she worked her fingers around the dark nipple of the breast. Then she raised up and moved her mouth close to the tit.
She did it slowly. She kept glancing up at Madame Zee, waiting for the woman to stop her.
But the woman did not stop her. Meki moved close to that breast and lifted it with one hand. Then she stuck out her tongue and worked it around that nipple slowly. The woman shivered and whimpered when the girl did that.
And then Meki felt a little powerful, she thought.
She was giving Madame Zee some pleasure and she knew that that changed something in their relationship. She sucked that nipple into her lips and worked on it with that sweet rhythm as Madame Zee reached down and touched her hair.
The woman moved her fingers up and down the girl's back as Meki continued to suck on the tit.
Meki moved her mouth off the tit and used her tongue on the nipple some more. As she did that, she thought of her brother, and in her mind, she started to think that Madame Zee held some key to Usmeki's life. She thought that, if she pleased Madame Zee, she might even save her brother. It was a vague connection but it was the kind of connection that a girl makes when her mind is fevered with lust.
Madame Zee put her hands on Meki's shoulders and slowly pushed her back.
Meki whimpered as the woman's cold fingers touched the same spots that the hot whip had touched, but she moved back on the floor just the same. As she lay there, she looked up at the woman. Madame Zee did seem very powerful, she thought and it was not so strange that this woman might even have the power of life and death over a samurai warrior such as Usmeki. She could save him from something if she would just say the word, Meki thought.
And then Madame Zee moved down over the girl's body.
The woman lay on the floor naked and moved her mouth over Meki's breasts. She kissed and licked that flesh and cooled it in a special way. Meki whimpered and felt like she was being cured again.
Meki remembered that the other geisha girls had touched her like this too.
Perhaps, she thought, that was what it meant to be a geisha. She would be hurt and then cured by the same person who had hurt her. Perhaps that was the oldest tradition of the Eastern code.
Meki lay there as Madame Zee sucked her nipple into her mouth. She raised her arms and moved her feverish fingers up and down the woman's bare, strong back. She felt the muscles there and the bone and she thought that Madame Zee was a very strong woman.
And Meki wondered if she would ever be that strong herself.
She thought that there might be a chance. She sighed and raised her hips off the floor as Madame Zee sucked on her nipple and moved her fingers up and down the girl's body.
This was a soft kind of lust, Meki thought.
It was a type of lust that she had never felt before.
But she was feeling it now and she knew that this was a special, geisha kind of lust.
Again, Meki surrendered to the Eastern ways and thought that they were not so bad after all.
She could take the whipping, she thought, if things like this followed the whipping.
As Madame Zee raised her head off the breast and let the nipple come out of her mouth, she moved her fingers down into Meki's sparse, dark cunt hair. The girl whimpered and spread her legs wide for the woman.
And then the woman slipped her fingers into the girl's snatch.
"Oh, that is good," Meki sighed. "That feels so good."
It was an exciting feeling, she thought, exciting but also peaceful.
As Madame Zee worked her fingers deep into the girl's cunt, Meki could think of nothing that could be more peaceful. The hot peace rushed through her as the fingers moved in and out of her and slipped around in her wetness and touched all the walls of her pussy.
The peaceful fire continued to grow in Meki's cunt as the woman moved down her body and started to lick on her stomach. She whimpered and she started to move her hips more violently. She started to fuck those fingers as if they were cocks-or one cock, really. She fucked those fingers as if they were her brother's cock, that twin cock that had grown in the womb with Meki.
"Oh," she sighed, "I love it. I love it. Fuck me more."
And the woman licked her stomach and worked her fingers in and out of that snatch.
She drove her tongue into the girl's navel and the girl jerked with passion.
And the burning sensation grew in Meki's body as she felt the charges in her cunt. She moved against the fingers and felt the lips and the tongue on her flesh and she sighed. She gasped. She whimpered. She lost herself in the sexual feeling that Madame Zee was giving her and she tossed on the floor.
And then she came with a long and piercing cry.
"Oh, God! This is wonderful! This is so hot!"
Madame Zee continued to work her fingers in and out of the snatch and lick on the girl's stomach until the orgasm was over. And then, when Meki relaxed on the floor, the woman pulled the fingers out of the girl's cunt.
She brought those fingers back to Meki's mouth.
Meki remembered that the boy had wanted her to do this too. She thought that this must be some kind of ritual, some sucking ritual of the rising sun. This time, she opened her mouth quickly and she sucked those long, sexy fingers into her lips greedily. She longed for the taste of her own sweet juices. She worked her lips back and forth on those fingers as if they were the finest candy in the world.
A few seconds later, Madame Zee pulled the fingers out of the girl's mouth.
Then the woman lay on the floor and spread her legs.
"Submit to me, Meki," she said softly. "Submit."
"Yes," the girl muttered. "I will submit."
But she was not certain how the woman wanted her to submit.
"Do it to me," the woman said, spreading her legs even wider.
And then Meki thought that she understood. Madame Zee wanted her to do the same thing to her that she had done to Meki. The girl smiled and moved her fingers over the wet cunt lips of the woman. They were soft and puffy and they felt a little jagged there against her fingers, as if they had been cut with a samurai sword.
She slipped her fingers into Madame Zee and started to work those fingers around in the woman. The madame sighed and put her hands on her big tits. She squeezed on those tits and raised her hips as Meki moved toward the woman's stomach.
Just as Madame Zee had done to her, Meki stuck out her tongue and ran it over the fine hair that grew on the woman's flesh. She tasted the sweat that was there on the flesh.
And she stabbed the navel with her tongue and listened to the woman gasp with sexual tension.
But then Madame Zee seemed to want something else.
She spoke in a gasp to the girl who was licking and fingering her.
"Put your tongue in my cunt, you Western whore," she said.
Meki did not know if that was right. Madame Zee had not done that to her and Meki had never even considered doing that to any other woman. Sucking a cock was one thing, she thought and licking your own pussy juices from your finger was all right.
But putting her mouth there?
She was not sure that she wanted to do that.
But, when she stalled for that few seconds, Madame Zee reached down in her lusty wrath and slapped the girl's face.
"I said for you to put your tongue in my cunt, you whore," she snarled. "Now do it."
As the slap tingled on her face, Meki knew that she could not fight Madame Zee.
The girl moved quickly, crawled between the woman's outstretched legs.
She pulled her fingers from the pussy and she lifted them to her face. She smelled the aroma that came from deep inside the woman. It was much like her own aroma, she thought.
And then she licked the fingers and tasted the sweetness. It was a little more tangy than the juices that came from her pussy, Meki thought, but Madame Zee's juices were sweet too.
There seemed to be a power in those juices, Meki thought, a power that her own juices did not have.
And, when she tasted the power that those juices had, she knew that she would have to drive her tongue deep into Madame Zee's cunt, deep into the source of that power.
Meki took her hand away from her face and looked at that pussy.
The lips were pink and looked ragged, like a torn piece of paper.
Meki moved her tongue down to those lips and ran that tongue up and down over the torn flesh. Madame Zee quivered there on the floor and grabbed her big tits again and started to massage herself.
And Meki found the juices of that cunt to be very sweet indeed.
Then Meki looked up at the woman and saw the way that the woman was feeling herself and sighing and moving there on the floor and she knew that she could get some power over this woman by driving her tongue deep into that snatch.
So she worked her tongue into Madame Zee and listened as the woman moaned with lust.
She spread those lips as wide as she could with her fingers.
She did not worry about hurting Madame Zee. She knew that, in the state that she was in, Madame Zee would not have minded if Meki had ripped her open.
Meki held that pussy open and moved her face closer and closer to that cunt. She pressed her face against that opening and drank in the juices and sniffed at the fine aroma.
And she drove her tongue into the woman as far as it would go.
Madame Zee jerked so much on the floor that Meki had to put her hands up on the woman's stomach to keep her from moving out of range. She worked her tongue around in Madame Zee's sweet hole and tasted all that tangy power. She wondered if she would ever be that powerful, have that much tangy sweetness in her twat.
With her tongue deep in Madame Zee, battering the walls of the woman's pussy, Meki heard the mistress sigh to her.
"That is good, Meki," Madame Zee said. "More. More. Give me more."
And Meki worked her tongue around more quickly deep in that thing and thought about the ocean, the fine, rolling ocean. She remembered the times when she was a little girl that she would go to the ocean with her family. On those days, she and Usmeki would hold hands and run together out into the surf and feel the water splash against their bodies and they would be happy. Neither of them would have any thought of death.
And she wanted to be that way with Usmeki again. She did not want to hear her brother glorify death and destruction any longer. She worked her fingers over Madame Zee's stomach as she thought about that goal in her life. She felt the soft hair above Madame Zee's cunt and she pressed down on that part of the woman's body as the woman sighed to her.
"My clit, Meki. My Clit. Suck on my juicy, sweet clit."
And this time Meki did not stall at all. She pulled her tongue out of the sweet hole and she looked at that red gash of lust. She found the clit quickly, the throbbing morsel of flesh that seemed to shoot out, offering itself to her.
Meki moved her mouth to that clit and sucked that morsel into her lips. She tightened her red, full lips around that morsel and sucked on it with a steady rhythm as Madame Zee moved under her, tensed her body and worked against the girl's face with sighs and squeals.
Meki felt the woman's fingers in her hair too and she thought that that touch was much softer, much more kind then the touch of the whip had been.
But the whip had been good too, Meki thought.
In fact, Meki knew that this would not have been nearly as good if it had not been for the whip. The whip had added the first heat to the sexual feelings that Meki had in her. Now that heat was growing again as the girl ran her fingers over the woman's body and sucked on that clit. That heat was coursing through Meki's body and she was thinking that this clit was sweet, almost as sweet as her twin brother's cock would be.
Madame Zee stretched her legs wide and put them over Meki's shoulders.
She sighed with the lust that ran through her and arched her back as her clit seemed to catch on fire with that lust. She moaned to the girl who was sucking on her so diligently.
"Good. Good," she said. "Meki, I am coming. Keep sucking on me while I come."
And then the woman started to gasp and twist there on the floor.
And Meki sucked on the clit until that orgasm was finished.
When Madame Zee relaxed on the floor, Meki took her lips off the clit and smiled up at the woman.
But Madame Zee looked down and did not smile at all. In fact, she seemed angry.
Her hand went out in search of the whip. She found it and she sat up and raised the whip high over her head.
"You whore!" she yelled. "You worthless, Western whore!"
And then she brought the whip down on Meki.
The girl felt that heat on her back. She pressed her face onto the floor between the woman's legs and felt that whipping and wondered why the woman had changed so quickly, had decided to beat her so more.
But then Meki decided that it did not make any difference. She knew that she deserved the beating that she was getting. She whimpered as the whip came down on her back again and again.
Then the whip stopped falling and the cold chill came back to Meki's spirit. She lifted her head slowly and looked up at Madame Zee.
The woman's eyes were shining. Meki knew that that meant that Madame Zee had found some other way to humiliate the Western whore of a girl.
"Sit up," she snarled. "Sit up and spread your legs, Meki."
The girl sat up and spread her legs wide. Madame Zee turned the whip around and offered Meki the handle. "Take it," she said.
Suddenly a thought rushed through the girl's head.
She wondered if Madame Zee wanted to be beaten too.
Meki reached out and took that whip and was perfectly willing to whip Madame Zee's tawny flesh, if that was what the woman ordered her to do.
But the order was different. The order was aimed right at Meki's soul.
"Work that whip handle up your fucking cunt," the woman said.
"What?" Meki muttered.
Madame Zee reached out and slapped her hard across the face.
"You heard me," she said. "Work that whip handle up your cunt, you Western whore."
Meki had to do what the woman told her to do.
She was too weak to battle Madame Zee and she knew it.
She pressed the whip handle against the wet lips of her pussy and she trembled. She did want that leather thing in her. She closed her eyes and thought that it was like her brother's cock. She wanted to be fucked by that cock again and she would accept the whip handle in the same way that she had accepted that cock.
Meki fell backwards on the floor and moved the whip handle up into her pussy.
She lifted her hips off the floor and slipped it further and further into her. She sighed.
"Usmeki," she muttered. "Usmeki, my brother. Fuck me."
Madame Zee heard that. She smiled. She knew then what was going on deep in Meki's brain.
She knew that she could torment the girl in a special way then.
She moved across the floor on her hands and knees. As Meki fucked herself with that whip handle, the naked woman lay down next to the girl. She put her hand on one of Meki's tits.
"Your brother will probably end up dead," she whispered to the girl.
"No," the girl gasped, still fucking herself, "please, don't say that."
"Yes. He will lose his honor and he drive a knife into his own guts."
"No. Please."
"He will disembowel himself and he will die slowly."
"No."
"He will feel the life seeping out of him and he will know that his sister is still a Western whore. That will hurt him and destroy his honor, even as he dies."
The girl was in tears by then. She did not want to hear such things about her twin brother.
"Please. Don't say that," she whimpered. "Let me save him. Please. Please. Let me-"
But the girl stopped whimpering out words when Madame Zee took her nipple between two fingers and twisted on it.
The girl yelped in pain and continued to fuck herself.
The pain in her nipple was sharp. She could still feel the wound there where the other girls had bitten her and she thought that Madame Zee was trying to open up that wound again.
The pinching and twisting on her pink, girlish nipple hurt.
But the words that Madame Zee had said about Usmeki hurt even more.
Meki drove the whip handle into her cunt more deeply, trying to hurt herself as she fucked herself. She thought that, if she suffered enough, she might still be able to save Usmeki.
And she could not get rid of the idea that that whip handle was her twin brother's hard cock.
She fucked herself and she thought about that brother. She moaned and whimpered as she thought about how lonely she would be if Usmeki died, if he did away with himself. She hated the woman for bringing up that idea, but she continued to fuck herself. She thought that she was facing some kind of test. She thought that she might be able to save her brother if she could only fuck herself well enough with that handle, with that cold and harsh and hard leather.
And then she gasped and she knew that she was going to come. She was going to bring herself to orgasm with that leather prod. She raised her legs high and pointed her toes toward the ceiling and Madame Zee twisted on her nipple with even more cruelty.
The woman waited until the girl was about to come.
Then she muttered to her softly, whispered the words that she knew that Meki would hate to hear.
"Your brother will kill himself. He will never fuck you again."
"NO!" the girl screamed. "NO! PLEASE!"
But the orgasm was already rushing through her. Even in her panic, even in her sharp sadness, Meki could not keep that rush from filling her body, that heat from exploding around the leather rod in her cunt.
She rocked back and forth and she came. When the orgasm was over, she pulled the whip handle from her pussy and she lay there on the floor, trembling and weeping with thoughts of her twin brother filling her head.
The woman stood up and moved across the room. She picked up Meki's robe and threw it on the girl. Then she picked up her own robe and put the thing on.
"Get dressed and get out of here. I am finished with you-for the time being," Madame Zee said. Meki slowly got to her feet. She still felt weak and she wondered if she was going to fall.
But she kept on her feet and put on her robe. She pulled it tight around her body.
And, suddenly, the robe did not seem that soft any longer.
She was still weeping, still thinking about the things that Madame Zee had said about her brother, the predictions that the woman had made.
And, weeping, Meki dashed from the room and down the hall to the room that she had been given. She hated Madame Zee and she wept for her brother, because she was almost certain that Madame Zee was right.
CHAPTER FIVE
Meki had been going through the training and the ordeals for nearly two weeks by the night that Madame Zee came to see her in her room. The madame lit candles all around the room and put some ropes on the table next to the girl's bed. Meki lay on that bed naked, exhausted from the torture that Madame Zee had put her through that day. She just wanted to sleep, but she knew now that she was not going to get any sleep that night.
"You will be honored tonight," Madame Zee said softly. "You will be visited by Takiro Tamasuki, the leader of the warrior clan. He is your brother's leader too."
"My brother's leader?" the girl asked.
"Yes."
"Will he tell me anything about Usmeki?" the girl asked hopefully.
"I do not know about that," Madame Zee said. "But he will bind you and fuck you."
"He will?"
"Of that, I am certain," the woman said with a smile.
Madame Zee moved back to the door and opened it.
She turned around and spoke to Meki softly.
"Make him happy," she said. "Please him and you will go a long way to helping your brother. I do not know when Takiro will come, but he will be here before the night is over. You must wait until he is ready to work with you."
"I will wait," the girl said softly. "I will wait for him."
"Good."
Then Madame Zee opened the door and walked out of the room.
Meki lay there and looked at all the candles that surrounded her. The girl could not get over the idea that she must look like some kind of dead girl, some kind of sacrifice, surrounded by all that flickering light. The candles were soon heating up the room too. Meki felt the perspiration pop out of her flesh and she was having trouble breathing.
But she lay very still and waited for the samurai leader who was supposed to come and see her.
She remembered what Madame Zee had told her, the challenge that the woman had hurled at her.
Meki knew that she would have to please this samurai leader. She would have to make sure that he went away praising her as a woman, as a fucking and pliable geisha. If he did enjoy her that way, then he would protect her brother. He would go to Usmeki and tell her twin brother that he should be proud of his sister. Usmeki would be honored, so honored that he would give no thought to suicide.
At least that is what the girl hoped. She closed her eyes and prayed as the candles flickered around her. She prayed that she could give her brother a sense of honor that would keep the young man alive.
She lay there for the longest time, waiting for the man. She wondered if he would really come. She thought that this might be another cruel test by Madame Zee. She would have to stay awake all night, trying to breathe as the candles ate up the oxygen in the room, feeling the heat closing in on her flesh. and perhaps, no one would come.
Meki gasped when she thought about that, but she determined to stay awake all night if that was necessary. She would meet any challenge that that woman gave to her, that anyone gave to her. She would become a perfect, Eastern girl and lose all of her Western whorishness and give her brother honor in any way that she could. That was what she thought about as she lay there: her brother's honor. She wanted to honor him with her life and keep him alive with that honor.
And then the door opened and the young man walked in.
She turned her head and she looked at him as he stood there between the candle flames in her vision. She smiled at him and then she turned her face away from him. She knew that a good geisha does not study her master too much.
But the vision of the young man had been burned into her brain, as if he were part of the candle flames. He was tall and handsome and he had a scar on his cheek that was deep and red. He was dressed in that samurai garb too, the flowing robes with the swords and the knives.
He was young, probably not much older than Meki, but he looked dangerous.
The girl lay there and looked at the ceiling and wondered if there were any old samurais left. Perhaps not, she thought. Perhaps the only men who wanted to be warriors were men who could not remember the war, the destruction that had been heaped on Japan. She knew that many of the men who had fought in that war were members of the government now and they wanted only peace and harmony. It was the young men who wanted the wars.
To the young men, war meant glory and they were searching for some glory in their lives.
Meki lay there and wondered if young men such as her brother would ever find the glory that they sought here on earth.
Meki heard the rustle of the robes and the clank of the sword and she knew that this young men, the samurai leader, was taking off his clothes. She knew that it would only be a matter of time until he moved into her view naked and ready to work out his lust with her. She glanced at the ropes that lay on the table beside the bed. He would tie her up, just as her twin brother had tied her up. She knew that. She had grown used to the ropes by then. She just hoped that he left her legs free so that she could fuck him with great movement and relish. She would need that bit of freedom in order to give this young man the fucking that he sought, the real and passionate fucking that a true samurai deserved from a geisha girl.
"I am the shogun," he said. "I am the leader of the warriors."
The girl did not turn to look at him. She did not say anything either.
She already knew that he was the leader. He had looked like a leader the minute that he had walked into that room. She lay there in the candle light and waited for him to come toward her.
She watched the flames dance around her as she waited for him to move to that bed.
And then she heard the man moving toward her. She turned her head slightly and watched him as he moved closer to the bed. She looked at his naked, muscled body. She studied the deep scar on his face. And then she studied the sturdy cock that hung long and meaty between his legs. That was one of the largest cocks that she had ever seen, she thought. It was the cock of a shogun, a warrior leader of men.
The man smiled down on her. His flesh seemed golden in the light of the candles.
But her eyes kept returning to that scar, that torn meat of his face. She wondered how he had gotten such a scar, if it was a sign of nobility or just a sign of brutality.
That scar seemed to glow in the light of the candles.
"Sit up," the man said firmly. "Sit on the edge of the bed and offer up your hands."
Meki moved to the edge of the bed and sat there. She lifted her hands up to the man.
The shogun picked up the rope and held it taut between his hands.
She kept looking at the scar. He noticed that. He bent over.
"Touch it," he said. "Use your fingers and touch it."
The girl lifted her fingers to the side of his face and ran those fingers down that torn place.
It seemed very cold, so cold that she shivered when she touched that thing.
And then the man stood up straight and Meki put her hands together. The man looped the rope around her wrists and tied it tightly. The rope was rough and seemed to cut into her skin. But she was used to such a cutting feeling by now. She had been tied so often in the last few days.
Still, she kept her eyes on that scar, even as the man tied the rope around her hands.
When her wrists were securely together, he snarled at her and put his hand on her forehead and pushed her back on the bed. She lay there with her arms sticking straight up into the air. She looked like a girl who was praying, she thought.
The man growled at her.
"You make me sick to my stomach," he said.
And then, as if to prove his words, he spit on her. The spittle landed on her tits and seemed to boil there in the candlelight. The girl lay there and shuddered but she kept her eyes on his scar. His cock was big, she thought, but that scar seemed like the most important thing on his body, in her life at that moment.
The shogun reached down and grabbed Meki's hair and pulled her up into a sitting position again.
He pushed her hands down in front of her and then he lifted his heavy piece of meat with both hands.
"Suck it," he said. "Suck the shogun's cock."
The girl looked at that cock. The candle light seemed to reflect off that meat. In her mind, she saw the cock as a fiery thing, a boiling thing. But she opened her mouth and moved toward it, knowing that she would have to take that fire into her in order to save her brother from dishonor.
She pressed her lips around the crown of the cock and felt the fiery meat pulse under her.
And then she opened her lips a bit and moved closer to the man's strong, glowing body.
She took more of that cock into her. She felt the tip of that thing batter the back of her throat.
And then she started to rock, to move away from the man's body and then close in on him again.
She sucked the cock and felt the heat in that thing as it stiffened. The prick seemed to fill up her mouth with heat. She worked back and forth on that heated meat and felt it grow and pulse in her mouth. The cock soon seemed to fill her whole head. She groaned as she sucked.
And then the shogun put his hands on her head and held her steady. He started to move back and forth, in and out of her mouth. He was fucking her mouth. She kept her full lips tight around his cock and let him do that, gave him as much passion as she could.
When the cock was hard and strong and straight, the shogun pulled it slowly out of her mouth.
Then he smiled down on her and spoke to her softly.
"I can't stand your fucking guts," he said.
She thought suddenly that that was a very Western thing to say and it did not seem to fit with this leader of Eastern warriors, with this old-world personality.
But the words did fit with the way that he made her feel. It was obvious to her that he did hate her and that he enjoyed hating her and abusing her. Again, he put his hand on her forehead and pushed her back on the bed. She lay there with her hands tied in front of her. The shogun lifted her legs up and pushed on them and she moved up the bed on her back.
When she was on the bed, the man moved onto that soft, big thing with her.
He put his hand flat on her pussy and felt her wetness there with his palm.
Then he slapped at her pussy with his hand, slapped at her and made her wince with pain.
He smiled down on her and slapped her cunt again.
That hand seemed cold against her hot cunt and the slaps seemed to work cold air up her pussy. She sighed with the combination of cold and heat that she felt down there inside her.
And then the man worked two of his fingers into her pussy. He slipped them around the opening of the cavern and he growled at her.
"I hate you, you fucking, Western bitch."
He spat at her again. This time, the spittle landed on her stomach and seemed to sizzle there.
"Thank you," she muttered softly. It seemed like the thing to say to a spitting shogun.
"I hate your guts," he growled, slamming his finger deep into her snatch.
"Yes," she murmured, lifting her hips slightly as he fingered her. "Yes. Thank you."
"I would like to cut you open and make your guts spill out right now," he hissed at her.
"Yes. Thank you."
But she had started to think of her brother.
That comment about spilling guts reminded Meki of the ceremonial suicide that samurai warriors performed on themselves when their honor was damaged. She closed her eyes and thought that it would be all right if he cut her open, if he spilled her guts right there on that bed.
It would be all right if she could die and save her brother by giving up her own life.
The man worked his fingers around in her pussy and it did feel like he was trying to tear out her guts, she thought. He was so brutal when he was deep in there in her cunt.
But she would not scream out, she decided. She looked at a candle and she concentrated on the flame as her guts started to burn with the brutal treatment that he was giving her. She tried to make her pain go into that candle flame. She tried to think only of that flame, not of her own pain or degradation and not of her brother. She did not want to cry out. She thought that, if she did, the shogun would know that he had gotten the better of her. And she would not let him get the better of her. She would not let him defeat her. She would accept his brutal, traditional challenge. She would accept the tearing situation deep inside of her.
Meki concentrated on the flame, but she could still hear the gasps of words that came out of the man, the insults that he hurled at her as if they were knives that would cut her open and make her guts spill out.
"I hate you, you piece of swine."
"I would like to murder you right here."
"I would like to cut you open and eat your fucking, swine heart."
"I would like to shit right in your mouth and make you take that shit into your guts."
"Your guts."
"Your guts."
"I hate your fucking guts, you lousy whore."
"I hate your guts and everything that you stand for."
"Your guts."
"Your guts."
"Your guts."
"I hate your brother's guts too."
That made her jerk. She turned away from the candle flame and stared at the scarred, handsome man.
"My brother?" she muttered. "Usmeki? Usmeki is a samurai."
The man grinned at her again. He cleared his throat and spit into her hair.
She took that spit but she kept her eyes open. She wanted to know why this man would hate her brother. She glared at the man until he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and took the time to explain it to her.
"I have sent your brother on a dangerous assignment," he said. "He will not be able to complete it. I know that. He will die trying or he will come back and kill himself in an attempt to put some honor in his worthless life."
Meki could hardly stand that news. She did not want to hear it and yet, in a way, she wanted to know all. She wanted to know what kind of assignment this man had given to her brother.
"Your brother is crazy," the man said. "He thinks that he is living the old ways, but he is crazy and stupid."
"No," Meki said.
"What?"
"Perhaps crazy. But my brother is not stupid. He is very intelligent."
The man laughed at her, threw his head back and laughed with a roaring sound.
When the laugh was over, he looked down at the girl again.
"Well," he said, "I don't guess that it makes any difference now, does it?"
And he moved between her legs and put his hands under her ass and lifted her up to his cock.
He knelt there, his muscled body shining in the candle light and he prepared to enter her.
The girl just stared at him. This man had sent her brother to his death, she thought and she hated him for that. But she could not refuse to fuck him. She knew that too.
She closed her eyes and she had an idea, an idea that made sense there in the candle light, even though it might not make sense in the light of the new day. She thought that, if she fucked this man well enough, it might be a sign. If she fucked him and made him happy with her, then her brother might actually be able to complete the assignment and live and then her brother would be honored by the other young warriors, perhaps honored so much that he would become the shogun of the group. Meki knew that Usmeki would certainly make a better shogun than this bastard.
But she had to fuck him well, she thought. She had to give this man the kind of fucking that would make him honor her and all of her family-which was her twin brother.
She curled her lips at him in a sneer and she said, "I can take it. Slam it to me. I can take the most brutal fucking that you can give me."
She challenged him then and he laughed at that challenge.
He pressed the tip of his fat, long cock into her pussy. She tensed her body and accepted that cock into her. She laughed too, laughed at him as he moved into her. She did not want him to think that he was hurting her.
But he was hurting her!
The cock was so big and so fat that she felt as if she were being ripped apart.
Still, she thought, she would accept him. Still, she would make sure that he had a good fuck.
"Slam it to me," she snarled with disgust. "I can take it all. I can take all the cock that you have."
And the man growled and rammed deep into her. The girl winced for just a second and then she relaxed. She could not show her pain, she remembered. She smiled up at him, even though the prick felt like a samurai's sword inside of her, even though she felt a heat in her guts. The man seemed to want to spill her insides all over the bed, but she could not show any fear or any pain. She could only laugh at him.
So she laughed.
As she laughed, she yelled at him, taunting the shogun.
"Is that all you have? I can barely feel anything inside of me."
In truth, her whole body seemed to be covered with pain.
But she suffered the pain without showing it. She had grown used to pain in this house. Madame Zee and the others had given her so much pain that she thought that she would be able to take anything. She stretched her legs up against the man's muscled chest and felt his perspiration on her flesh as he started to groan and fuck her.
She kept her body tense and she arched her back and she fucked back.
She lifted her tied hands over her head and then she stretched them back and laughed some more, even as the ripping pain shot through her. It was like a sword, she thought. That hard and brutal cock was like a sword in her cunt.
But she would take the sword, she determined.
She would let that sword rip her guts out if she had to do that.
She would do anything in order to save her brother.
And she kept it in mind: if she gave this man a good fucking, it would save her brother.
If she gave this shogun the fucking of his life, then her brother would be honored and safe.
It was the only way that she could think of to help Usmeki and she wanted to help him.
She wanted her brother to return to her and take her home and keep her well-fucked and tied for the rest of her life.
The man growled at her as he drove into her guts again and again.
"I want to make your insides steam. I want to make you boil. Then I will cut you open and eat your cooked insides. I will eat your guts, you slimy, worthless whore. I will cook your guts with my fucking and I will eat them with my hands."
Meki did feel the heat in her body, did feel as if her guts were boiling and steaming.
But she knew that she could not let the shogun know that. She looked up at his glowing scar and she laughed again.
"I am cold inside. There is nothing in me. Don't try to fool me. You don't have a prick at all."
And the man growled at her with anger and slammed into her with even more vigor.
She wanted to scream with the pain that that big cock was giving her, but she could not allow herself to do that.
But she had to make some sound. The pain was too great, the boiling was too great, to keep silent. So she laughed. She laughed and laughed and laughed as she arched her back and twisted there on the bed. She laughed as the sweat poured down her body. She laughed as she felt the boiling in her insides. She laughed as she felt the cock battering her again and again. She laughed and laughed and laughed.
She knew that that laughter added to the shogun's anger and she knew that he would use that anger to fuck her with even more venom in his heart. But she would just have to take it, she thought. She would have to take it in order to make sure that her brother was safe.
And the shogun plowed into her again and again.
Finally, when she thought that she could stand no more, she heard the man whimper.
"I am coming. I am coming right into your boiling, stinking guts."
And then she felt a new heat spreading through her.
That heat seemed to eat up all the other heat that the shogun had put into her with his fucking. That heat was like a forest fire that was raging out of control inside her.
But, even with that heat rushing through her, Meki forced herself to laugh at the man.
She knew that he was coming with gallons of cream inside of her, hot cream that seemed to scald her. But she would not let him know that.
"A piddle!" she yelled. "You have spurted out a little, cold piddle inside of me."
"Piddle?" he groaned.
"Yes. A piddle from your little, tiny dick."
The man whimpered with an animalistic sound. She thought for a moment that he was trapped in her pussy. But then he pulled out and he collapsed across the bed.
It was then that Meki knew that she had defeated the shogun.
"Nothing," she said, smiling. "I felt nothing at all."
But, in truth, her body was still flooding with heat and pain.
In truth, she still wanted to scream out with the pain that he had given her with his huge cock.
The man looked at her. He knew that she was lying, but he admired her courage and her ability to withstand the pain.
She could see that in his eyes as he lay there with her in that bed.
The shogun moved off the bed and walked around the room, blowing out the candles.
Then he opened the windows and the girl sighed as the cool night breeze moved into the hot, airless room.
And then the shogun moved back onto the bed with her. He took her hands in his and started to untie her wrists.
In the dark, he spoke to Meki softly and tenderly.
"You are a truly honorable girl," he said.
The girl could still see the outline of the shogun's big, muscled body in the moonlight that came in through the window. She lay there and let the night breeze cool her. She felt the aches in her body and in her cunt as she studied the man who was untying her. But she felt honored. She had beaten the man at his own game, she thought.
And she hoped that that would be enough to save her brother from total destruction.
"You bring honor to your family," the man said as he slowly unwrapped the rope from around the girl's wrists. "Usmeki should be very proud of you. You bring honor to him."
"I am proud of my brother too," the girl said softly.
"Do you really understand honor?" the man asked, lying down next to her in the darkness.
"I don't know," the girl said truthfully.
"Let me tell you about honor. Honor is more important than life. Honor comes from accepting challenges and working through them. If you are defeated by the challenge, that is not dishonor. If you are killed by the thing that challenges you, that is the greatest honor. The only way that you can be truly be dishonored is to fail to face the challenge head-on. A person must have honor and courage. If he does not, he will walk in fear all of his life. There are things worse than death and a life of fear is one of them."
The girl just lay there. She thought about challenges and honor.
She tried to fit her own life into what the man had said.
And she thought that she could agree with him.
She had accepted the challenge of his brutality and his huge cock. She had been willing to die at that moment, rather than admit that such a challenge could defeat her.
And now she felt honored.
Perhaps, she thought, this was the kind of thing that Usmeki had often talked about.
Perhaps this was the kind of thing that Madame Zee and the others had taught her here at this house.
She did not remember when she had learned about honor here, but she knew that she had.
And she knew too that the reason that she had been able to face the challenge of that cock and brutality was that she had already suffered under Madame Zee and the others.
She closed her eyes and thought that she finally did understand what Madame Zee had said to her days before, when she had first arrived at this house. She finally understood why that woman had been perplexed when Meki had said that she did not want her brother to die. Meki knew now that there were worse things than death and she was not afraid to die. She was also not afraid to let her brother die too, to let him go out of this world into a better, more peaceful, spirit world with honor.
The girl felt the strong man's arms go around her. The shogun held her near.
And she thought of a question that she wanted to ask him.
"What kind of mission have you sent Usmeki on?"
"He is to kill the American ambassador in Tokyo," the man said calmly. "We have given him a bomb and he will take that bomb to Tokyo and put it in the ambassador's car."
"Why do you want to kill the American ambassador?" she asked.
"Because he is the ultimate Westerner in Japan," the man said.
And she understood that reason very clearly.
She knew then that she had become a real Eastern girl, a Japanese girl of nobility and old traditions. Yes, she thought, they should kill a man who brought the Western ideas to Japan. Such a man would spoil the country and the people. Such a man did not deserve to live.
And she hoped that her brother would be able to bring that off, would be able to carry out his mission-
With honor.
Meki lay there in the dark with the shogun's arms around her and thought that she felt like a girl from another age, a better age. She looked at the window at the full moon and she thought that she and the shogun could be in another age right at that moment.
They were both naked and naked bodies had been the same for centuries.
And she was looking at the moon that had been in the sky for millions of years.
Yes, she thought, they could be in another age right now.
And they were in another age-in their hearts.
The girl sighed and closed her eyes and slept with the shogun holding her close. She slept with peace and honor dashing through her brain.
CHAPTER SIX
A few nights later, Madame Zee came to see Meki. She stood in the door of the girl's room and smiled.
"You have a special treat tonight," the woman said.
The girl just looked at her. She could not understand why Madame Zee would treat her to anything. and then, when she looked at the smile that the woman was giving her, she knew that this was going to be a painful treat. She knew that Madame Zee had some new kind of bondage or torture planned for her.
Meki sighed. She had grown used to it all. She closed her eyes and determined to meet this new treat with honor. She understood the meaning of honor now, and understanding that, she could face anything, she thought. She rose from her bed and put on her robe and followed the woman out of the bedroom. They went down the hallway and into the library room.
There Meki stopped when she saw the people there.
Eko and Ping were kneeling on the floor with their arms tied behind their backs. They were naked and the man was naked too. But what shocked Meki more than anything else was the man. The man was a white man, a barbarian. He even looked like a barbarian.
He wore his hair long in a pony-tail and he had a scruffy beard on his face.
His body was muscled and bronzed and seemed to be bursting with life.
But Meki wondered what a white man was doing there in a house that had been set up for samurai.
The girl looked at Madame Zee with her eyes wide.
"What is he doing here?" Meki asked. "He is white. He is a barbarian."
"He is American," Madame Zee said softly. "He is a photojournalism but he follows the samurai code."
"He does?"
"Yes. Watch."
The woman nodded at the man with the pony-tail and the man smiled at Madame Zee.
Then he walked across the room and picked up the whip. He carried it back and stood in front of the girls.
He raised the whip over Ping and the girl lowered her eyes to the floor.
"Yes, master," she muttered. "Beat me with that samurai whip."
Meki felt her own blood begin to course through her veins when she heard Ping's words.
This, Meki thought, was the way that a real geisha should act. She saw immediately that Ping was the ultimate submissive girl.
And then the man brought the whip down on the girl's shoulder with a crack.
Meki, watching the man beat the girl, jerked.
But Ping did not seem to jerk at all. She just knelt there.
As the man pulled the whip away from her body, the girl muttered to him again with that submissive and sweet voice.
"Yes, Master," she said. "That is good. The pain is good for me. I know that, Master."
Hearing those words, Meki knew that she still had a lot to learn about being submissive.
Hearing those words, Meki felt her cunt quiver with lust.
That girl was so submissive and so sexy, she thought.
The man with the pony-tail moved toward Eko, the girl with the larger tits.
And Eko dropped her eyes to the floor as the man approached her.
Meki saw the man's muscles flex as he lifted that whip high over his head. She sighed. She could not believe that the girls were so calm in the face of that whip. She could not believe that they could be so noble and so submissive at the same time. She glanced at Madame Zee and she saw the woman smile. Madame Zee was proud of her geishas, Meki thought and the girl determined that she would make Madame Zee proud of her too before the night was over.
Then Meki looked back at the man and the bound girls.
She wanted to learn as much about submission as she could.
"Yes, Master," Eko said with a soft voice. "Give me the pain."
And the man brought the whip down onto the girl's shoulder with a loud crack.
Eko was as meek as Ping had been, Meki thought.
And, like Ping, she did not flinch or move as the whip cut into her.
Meki watched the way that that girl submitted herself to the man and felt her pussy flooding with juices. She opened her robe slowly as she gasped for breath and she moved her hand over her own body as she watched the man start to use the whip more quickly, flailing first one girl and then the other, lashing at them with anger while they knelt there with complete devotion.
It was terrific!
Meki slowly moved her fingers down closer and closer to her pussy. She sighed as Madame Zee turned and looked at her. The woman smiled at the girl and Meki smiled back.
"You will get your chance with him," Madame Zee said.
"Thank you," Meki muttered, as the fire filled her body and made her weak, so weak that she thought that she would fall down.
And then the man started to gasp and growl out more insults as he lashed at the girls.
"You sluts. You whores. You worthless pieces of shit. You terrible, worthless cunts."
And each word was like a chord in a fine melody to Meki. She watched the two girls kneeling there and she wished that she could run to them and push them out of the way. She wished that she could take their place there on the floor and take all of those lashes herself.
But she stayed in her place, because she knew that she was not allowed to accept that whip until Madame Zee told her to. She yearned for the whip, the hard and cracking whip that would add to the heat in her body. She wanted to submit to him just as well as Ping and Eko were doing.
Then the girls started to growl at the man and he laughed as he whipped them. They growled like lions and he was the tamer. That added even more to the excitement that filled Meki's body. She whimpered as the girls lifted their heads and tossed their hair and growled. She sighed as the man beat them back, as if he were afraid that they would attack him.
She thought that he was bringing out the animal in those girls.
And she knew that he was bringing out the animal in her.
That animal lust was seeping out of her cunt as she watched the man beat the girls and curse them.
"Sluts! Whores!" he yelled as they growled. "Sluts! Whores! Cunts!
And the girls moved toward him and kept growling until she could actually see the fear in the man's eyes.
He was backing up slowly, moving gracefully as his body tensed. He was naked and shining with sweat.
Then he dropped the whip and just stared at them. His mouth fell open as his face started to turn very white.
Meki did not understand what was happening. She turned to Madame Zee for some kind of explanation.
"What is going on? Why did they turn on him like that?"
"Because he wanted them to," Madame Zee said softly.
"Why?"
"Fear is erotic, you know. He likes to be afraid of them for just a little while."
And then the woman glanced at Meki and smiled.
"Take off your robe. He is almost ready for you now."
And Meki took off the robe and then looked at the girls again. They had stopped moving toward the trembling, naked American. But they were still growling, still acting ferocious.
This was a new twist, the girl thought. This was something that she had never even considered before.
And she found herself thinking about her brother again, wondering if he had ever been afraid of any female as this man was now afraid of the bound girls who growled and roared at him. They tossed their heads and roared and Meki found herself being afraid of them too.
Then the man turned and looked at her. She was naked by then and her cunt was filled with fire and juices.
He pointed at Meki and spoke to Madame Zee.
"I want her now," he said. "Her. Now. I want her."
But Meki could not get over the idea that he was even afraid of her as he said that.
And she liked the feeling that it gave her to think that that strong and brutal American had worked her into his game of lust and fear in that way. He kept his finger extended at her and Meki turned to Madame Zee. She had to wait for an order. She knew that. She knew that Madame Zee would have to tell her to go to that man before she could move toward the naked stud.
Meki glanced at his cock. It was stiffening and it was long and tough-looking as it hung there between his legs.
Meki took a deep gasp for breath. The room was suddenly hot and airless around her, she thought.
And then she heard Madame Zee's voice echo through her head.
"Go to him and kneel before him," the woman said.
And the girl took a few steps and then fell on her knees.
She moved on her knees toward him as if she were some kind of disciple who was worshipping him.
She felt humble and submissive. She wanted to match those other girls for submission too.
As she moved toward the American on her knees, she looked up and she asked him the question in English, the language that she knew so well from her days as a Westernized whore.
"Do you know the ambassador from the United States?"
She was thinking of her brother again, thinking of the mission that he had been sent on.
And she wanted to know something about that American ambassador, something about the man that her brother had been sent to kill. She wanted to know if the American ambassador deserved killing and she thought that this American male with the pony-tail should be able to tell her that.
"Yes," the man said, "I know him. He is a fool."
She continued to move toward him on her knees.
She looked up and asked, "A fool?"
"Yes, a fool."
"Why?"
"He bought the ambassadorship with a political contribution. He does not know anything about Japanese traditions. He sits around the embassy and talks about the bombing of Hiroshima and he laughs. He is a fool and a barbarian. He is the most vulgar man that I have ever met."
There, Meki thought. She knew about the ambassador now.
And, from what she had heard about the man from this other American, she knew that that ambassador deserved to die. She was not troubled about her brother any longer. She knew that he would do honorable things when he killed the ambassador, even if he did not come out of it alive himself.
Then the girl pushed thoughts of Usmeki from her mind.
She moved on her knees to the man and she lowered his eyes to the floor.
She remembered how submissive those other girls had been. She remembered the magic words that they had spoken to the man. She said some of those words now.
"Master," she murmured. "Sweet master. Give me the pain."
But she kept her eyes on the floor until the American reached down and grabbed her hair and pulled her face up so that she could look up at his bronzed body and his hardening cock.
"My name is Kevin Howley," he said. "I am from Connecticut."
"Yes, Master," she whispered.
"Do you know where Connecticut is, you Jap whore?"
"Yes, Master."
She had studied American history and American geography in the Western school. Although she had never been to the United States, she knew that Connecticut was in the Northeast part of that country. She knew that it was a tiny state, a rich state, a state that had a lot of history and wealth. She knew that it bordered on New York.
"I know," she repeated. "I know where Connecticut is. It is in the Northeast."
"Right," the man snarled. "You know a lot for a little, Jap slut."
"Thank you, Master," she said, feeling that compliment sink down into her bones.
He kept his hand on her hair and pulled her toward his body. "The ambassador is a barbarian," he snarled.
"Yes, Master."
The man with the pony-tail lifted his cock with his hand and pressed Meki's face toward that meat.
"Suck it," he snarled.
"Yes, Master," she murmured.
And then she opened her mouth and took the cock into her.
The man seemed to jab it back into her throat immediately, but she let him do that because she knew that he was the master and that she was the slave. She wanted to show him just how submissive a girl could be. She wanted him to remember her when he was back in Connecticut, growing old and telling stories about the Japanese girls who sucked him off.
"Suck it," he growled.
And she curled her fingers around his cock and started to move back and forth on that thing.
Then the man took his hand off her hair and moaned to her.
"That is good. You suck so good, you Jap slut."
And Meki felt proud and submissive at the same time.
The girl felt the tip of the cock batter her throat as it grew in her mouth. She reached up with one hand and touched the man's hard and muscled and tanned stomach. She worked her fingers over the soft cock-hair that grew above the prick. And she kept going back and forth on that cock, sucking on it and making it stronger and longer with her actions.
She knew that Madame Zee and the other geisha girls were probably watching her at that moment.
And she wanted them to be proud of her, to see how submissive she had become. She felt something like honor in her system as she sucked on that cock. She kept her lips tight around that cock and worked her head back and forth. She smelled the sweet aroma of the man's cologne and she figured that that aroma would stay with her for a long time, for several hours after the man with the pony-tail was gone.
She took her mouth off the cock and she bent down and licked at the balls.
She pressed the stiffening rod back against the man's stomach and made the balls pop out from between his legs. She ran her tongue over those balls and the man moaned at her.
"Good, you Jap, slut. Very good. Very good."
He reached down and patted her head as if she were some kind of dog.
But that pat made her proud of her submission and her sucking ability and she kept thinking that she owed something to this man for what he had told her about the American ambassador. Because he had told her that the ambassador was no good, was a barbarian, she felt even more proud of her twin brother and she felt a family honor because she knew that her brother was going to try to kill that barbarian. She was thankful for that honor and she kept that honor in her head as she licked at the man's balls, licked him and felt his cock harden against his stomach as she held it there with her little, Jap hand.
This was the kind of honor that the shogun had talked about, she thought. This was real honor.
And honor was better than life itself, the girl knew.
She lowered the stiff cock again and she licked the pink head of the member.
She worked her tongue slowly around that sweet mushroom.
Then she moved her mouth over the end of the cock and pressed her lips tightly around the flesh.
She felt the thing pulse under her mouth, pulse with desire and lust for her.
She felt submissive and yet she felt proud, honored by that cock that was in her mouth.
"Good Jap bitch," the man with the pony-tail said.
And she worked her way slowly back to the man's bronzed body.
She smelled that cologne again and she felt the hard thing touch the back of her throat again.
Kevin touched her head as she took all of the cock into her mouth and throat. He sighed.
She stayed there, very close to his muscled body. She then started to pull back, away from the pulsing thing.
And then she felt the quaking and she felt the sudden explosion in her mouth.
She knew that the man was coming, shooting down her throat.
The man groaned as he started to spurt into her.
"Good Jap slut. Good Jap whore. You are the best Jap whore in the world."
And he grabbed her head and slammed that cock back into her mouth. He worked in and out of her, fucking her face and she let him do that, let him honor her in that wonderful way.
"Jap whore. Jap slut. Jap beauty," he groaned.
And he kept coming.
He shot wad after wad of hot stuff into her mouth. She swallowed it all. She would let none of it go to waste. She wanted to feel that honor deep in her guts. She wanted to feel that burning sensation all over her insides.
As she took the come into her, the girl reached between her legs and started to finger herself.
She rammed her finger into her cunt and played with herself until the man was finished with his coming. Then she kept that finger jammed deep inside of her and fell back away from the man's body when he let her go. She lay there on the floor and spread her legs wide and fingered her cunt. She sighed and then she looked up at him. He was staring down at her with his eyes wide. And he was smiling.
She wanted to give him something extra, something that the other girls had given him.
She licked her full, red lips and tasted the little bits of come that she knew were probably shining there.
And then Meki growled at him. She fingered herself and twisted on the floor and growled, roared.
The man backed up with that same kind of fear in his eyes.
And then he sighed and started to laugh with merriment.
Meki heard the other people laughing too and she knew that Madame Zee and Eko and Ping were enjoying her roaring, wonderful, sexy show too.
As she listened to that laughter, she felt very honored.
And she came with that honored feeling deep inside of her.
She came with her fingers inside of her too.
She tossed on the floor and she came and came and came.
And, when her orgasm was over, she stopped her roaring and slowly pulled her finger out of her twat.
Then she lay there, tired and happy and she looked up at that American man.
"The ambassador is vulgar, you say?" she asked.
She wanted to hear more about that worthless man that her brother was going to kill.
"Completely worthless," the man said. "He does not deserve to live."
When he said that, Meki wondered if he knew about her brother's mission. There seemed to be a little twinkle in his eye as he said that, that the ambassador did not deserve to live.
Meki was almost ready to reveal herself, to tell that man that her brother would kill the ambassador, but then she caught herself. She remembered that this man was an American and a photojournalist. Even if he did not care about the ambassador and his country, she thought, he might ruin everything by hanging around and waiting to get a picture.
So she was silent.
She just smiled up at the man with the pony-tail.
"You are something special, you little Jap bitch," he said.
"Thank you, Master."
"You are so special that I would like all of Japan to know about you," the man said.
And, again, Meki felt honored by the man's words.
She felt even more honored when the man spoke to Madame Zee.
"You have trained her well," he said. "She is the best. She is the most submissive."
And Madame Zee smiled down at her too and nodded her head.
"Yes," the woman said, "I think that she is the best."
Meki looked at the other two geisha girls, Eko and Ping.
They knelt there with their hands still tied behind their backs.
And she wondered for a second if they would be hurt because the man and Madame Zee had said that she was the best of the geisha girls. Meki knew that those two were pretty good too. She had learned a lot from them during her stay here at the house.
She had learned a lot from them that night, she thought.
But the girls did not seem to be angry or hurt.
They just knelt there and smiled at her because they knew that she was being honored, that she was the best of the girls. They marveled at her strength and her ability to submit to a man like this. She could see that marveling in her eyes.
And then the man with the pony-tail reached down.
Meki took his hand and he helped her to her feet.
She felt a little bit like a Western girl at that instant, like a Western girl who had been on a date with her beau. Perhaps they had fucked in some field in Connecticut, she thought, fantasizing about the West and he was helping her up now so that he could walk her home to her Connecticut mansion, the house that had been built before the Revolutionary War.
But then Meki shook her head to clear the Western thoughts out of her mind. She stood there and looked at the American man and she knew that she was not a Western whore, not any longer.
She had learned too much about submission to ever be a Western girl again and she knew that.
She did not want to be a Westerner either. She did not want to be a fake American in Japan.
She would follow the old ways, just as her brother did.
But still she could not help feeling honored in a Western way when the man kissed her cheek.
That kiss was almost childish, she thought, almost chaste.
"You are the best Jap slut in the world," he said softly.
And Meki knew that the man was telling the truth, that she was a good Jap slut.
And she looked at Madame Zee and smiled at the woman.
"Thank you," she said. "Thank you for teaching me."
"You have been a very good student," Madame Zee said.
"When will I be able to go home to my brother?" the girl asked.
"When he comes to get you," the woman said. "There is nothing more than I can teach you here."
And Meki turned and walked toward the place where her robe was lying on the floor. She picked up that robe and thought about her brother, about her twin. She knew that he would be very proud of her when he showed up at Madame Zee's and saw how traditional and honored and noble the girl had become.
And then Meki thought of something else and shuddered for an instant as a chill went up and down her spine.
She wondered if her brother would come to get her.
She knew that Usmeki was going on a dangerous mission. She looked back at the American and she wondered if she would ever see her brother again.
She did not know for certain and that uncertainly made her feel very cold. She put on her robe and left the room quickly.
She went to her room and lit a candle and bowed down and prayed that Usmeki would be saved, would come back to see how she had changed. She cried as she prayed to her ancestors.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The assassination attempt had failed.
Usmeki felt the tears in his eyes as he drove to Madame Zee's house. He knew that he had failed and he was frightened now. All that he could think about was his sister. He just had to see Meki again. He had to talk to her.
Usmeki was thinking that she had been right all along.
The old ways just did not work, he thought. All of the young people of Japan should forsake the old ways, he thought and live like the Westerners lived. The Westerners did not seem to ever fail.
He cried as he thought about what had happened outside the ambassador's residence.
He had been watching from across the street. He had put the bomb into the car that morning. That had gone so quickly and so easily that Usmeki was almost certain that things could not go wrong now. He had been very proud of himself as he had watched that big, black car. He knew that the ambassador would come out and get into the car. The ambassador always drove himself to the embassy. He liked to drive down the crowded city streets and frighten young Japanese on bicycles with his big car. Usmeki knew that.
But Usmeki thought that that morning the ambassador would not get a chance to frighten anyone.
Usmeki knew that that car would blow up just as soon as the ambassador turned the motor over. He smiled. He was very honored, he thought and the shogun would honor him even more when this deed was done.
But then things had started to go wrong, terribly wrong.
A young, Japanese man had come out of the residence and had walked toward the car.
Usmeki knew that that was not the American ambassador.
The young samurai stared at the young man who moved toward that car. He saw the man wave at some people across the street and smile.
What was he doing there? Usmeki wondered what that young man was doing near the car.
And then he heard the young man call to a friend.
"The car has to go into the shop! I am taking it there! I will walk back!" "No," Usmeki said softly, shuddering. "No. No. No."
Usmeki wondered if he should call out, should warn the young man.
And then Usmeki knew that he could not do that.
He could not give himself away in that way. The shogun would be very angry if Usmeki gave away the plan. If Usmeki called out, he knew that he would be arrested and he would be interrogated by the police.
The young man knew that he was weak, that he would not be able to stand up under interrogation.
In just a few minutes, he would be spilling his guts about the whole organization and naming the shogun and the other members of the samurai clan.
Usmeki could not do that. That would be even more dishonorable than failing in this way.
So Usmeki stood there and watched as the young man got into the car and turned on the motor.
The car exploded with a loud, clapping sound, like a roar of thunder.
And then the blaze started and the young man started to scream.
Usmeki turned and walked down the alley as quickly as he could. But it seemed that he could not get the sound of that screaming out of his ears. He could hear it even now, even as he drove to the outskirts of the city, to Madame Zee's house.
He had to see his sister, he thought. He had to tell her that she had been right all along.
And then they would go together to the United States. Usmeki had some money in his pocket, enough for two plane tickets to the West Coast of America. They would go there and they would live as Americans. His sister knew a lot about America. She could speak English perfectly. With her help, he would hide there and no one would ever know the truth about his part in that explosion.
Usmeki knew what would happen if he stayed in Japan. Sooner or later, the shogun and the other samurai would find him and they would demand that he kill himself. They would demand that he die with honor. And Usmeki did not want to die now. With that screaming in his ears, all the fantasies that he had once had about the old ways began to die away.
He wanted to live. He wanted to have a long and happy life with his sister.
He wanted to take his sister to the United States and be happy with her. He needed her help and he knew it.
He drove through the countryside. He could hardly see the road in front of him for the tears in his eyes. Two or three times, he had to pull off the road and put his head in his hands and cry.
He kept thinking of the way that that young man had smiled.
He kept hearing those screams in his head and seeing those blazes as the car went up in flames.
And he kept thinking of the way that the ambassador had been sitting safe in his home when that bomb went off.
Usmeki felt like a real failure, but he did not want to die.
And he knew that the shogun would demand that he die for his failure, that the shogun really did worship the old ways. He had to escape, Usmeki thought and he needed his sister, his twin sister who had studied the Western ways in order to escape. He choked by the tears and drove on, searching for that road that led to Madame Zee's house, that led to his sister.
Finally, he saw that road and he turned off the highway and headed for the white house.
This time, he thought, he would not stay outside.
But Usmeki knew that he would have to hit her quickly, to get inside that house and get his sister out and get to the airport. He knew that Madame Zee worked with the samurai warriors, knew that she might already have found out that the assassination attempt had failed.
Madame Zee would be expecting Usmeki to kill himself too.
He saw the big, white house on the horizon and he clenched his teeth.
He would have to get in there quickly and get his twin sister out.
He pulled up in front of the house and jumped out of the car. He ran to the door and banged on it with both of his fists.
Still, the screaming was in his head. Still, he could see the blazing explosion. Still, he could feel the loss of his own manhood. He banged on the door and started to weep again. And he called out to his sister. He knew that she must be in there somewhere.
"Meki! Meki! Come to me! I am your brother! You were right all along! Meki! Meki!"
He banged on the door until it slowly opened. Then he stepped back.
He saw his sister standing there and he sighed with happiness.
He reached out to her, reached out for her hand.
"Come with me, Meki. We will go to America. You were right all along," he stammered.
"What is wrong, my brother?" she asked. "Where has your honor gone?"
"My what?"
"Your honor."
"Meki," he muttered.
But he could not think of anything to say to her now.
He looked at her and he knew that she had changed.
He knew that she now accepted the Eastern ways. She had been well-trained by Madame Zee.
And Usmeki felt like falling down on the ground and screaming out in his pain.
He knew that, if his sister did not go with him, he would never be able to make his way around the United States. He did not speak English very well and he knew nothing about American ways and American customs. His twin sister had made a study of that land, had followed the Western ways, but he had not.
And he knew that, if he could not get to the United States, he was lost.
Sooner or later, the shogun would find him and force him to commit suicide.
"Where is your honor?" Meki asked again.
She was holding her robe tight around her body.
"The assassination," her brother muttered. "The assassination did not work."
"Why?"
"The car blew up with a young man inside it. The ambassador-"
His voice died away and he shook with anxiety, knowing that all was lost now.
"The ambassador deserves to die," Meki said. "An American with a pony-tail told me that."
"He did not die."
"Why?"
"Because-"
Again, he could not find the words to tell his sister the whole truth.
When he looked into her wide eyes, he could see that she was already beginning to accuse him.
She knew that he had failed and she had been changed by Madame Zee. Now the brother knew that his sister would expect him to kill himself too, just as the shogun would expect that.
But Usmeki could not help it. He did not want to die.
"I am too young to die," he muttered softly to his sister.
"No one is ever too young to die, my brother," she said.
"I am."
"No. You are the same age that I am. We are twins."
Usmeki stared at his sister with his eyes wide with shock.
"You mean that you would die, that you would kill yourself if you were in my place."
"If I had been dishonored," the girl said.
Then Usmeki thought of something. He decided to call his twin sister's bluff. He smiled.
"You have been dishonored, my sister," he said. "You are my family and I have failed."
"Yes?"
"That means that my family is dishonored too," he said.
He thought that he had his twin sister then.
He was almost certain that, when she confronted her own destruction, she would know that death could never be that good. She would become frightened, just as he was frightened and she would agree to fly with him to the United States in order to save her own life.
He knew that she was his twin. She was not that different from him.
And she had been following the Western ways for a long time.
He smiled as the girl stared at him and then his smile faded when she slowly nodded her head.
"You are right, Usmeki. I have been dishonored too."
The young man gasped even before she said the words. He knew that she had been completely changed by now.
"Come into my room," she said softly. "We will end it together, my brother."
And then she opened the door wide for him to enter the white house.
The young man kept his eyes on his sister as he entered the house. He could not fight her.
But he could believe that she had changed so much in such a short span of time. He was sorry now that he had ever brought Meki to this place. He was sorry that he had ever thought about the old ways at all.
But, as his sister led him down the hallway, he followed her.
The house was silent, he thought, as silent as a tomb.
She opened the door to her own little room and she entered.
Then she turned and smiled at her brother and spoke to him.
"Come," she said. "When we are finished, Madame Zee will know what to do with the bodies. When we are finished, she will probably burn us together and mix our ashes. Won't that be nice, my brother?"
The young man trembled as he entered the room.
The sister shut the door behind him and moved across the room.
He noticed the little shrine that was set up in the corner of the room. It was a shrine like the one that he had in his own bedroom. He shivered and knew that his sister was just the same way that he had been once.
But Usmeki knew that he was not that way any longer.
He no longer worshipped the old ways. He no longer hungered for destruction.
"No, Meki," he said.
She turned and looked at him.
"What?"
"No."
"No what?"
"No. I will not do it. I will fight the shogun and the others."
"Fight them? Why?"
"Because they are wrong."
"Wrong?"
"The old days are past. The old honors are not honors any longer."
"You are wrong, Usmeki," she said.
Her voice was soft, almost a whisper and it was musical too.
She opened her robe and she showed him her body.
"This body is to be honored, Usmeki," she said.
"Why? Why honor that body? I mean, it is beautiful, but-"
"This body has suffered and served. This body has learned submission. With submission comes honor."
The young man backed up and leaned against the wall.
It was the kind of thing that he had often yearned to hear his sister say, he thought.
But that had been a long time before. That had been when he had worshipped the old ways too.
Now it seemed that times had changed. He had changed. The whole world seemed to be insane all around him.
"You are just frightened," the girl said. "I know that."
"But-"
"I know a way that we can relieve some that fear," the girl said.
And she slowly pushed the robe from her shoulders and let it fall.
"Take off your clothes, Usmeki," the girl said.
"What?"
"Take off your clothes, my brother. We will fuck before we finish it all."
"But, Meki," the young man muttered.
"Take off your clothes!" the girl yelled harshly.
And the brother had to do what the sister told him to do.
She was in charge now. She had not failed. She still had courage and a sense of honor.
And she did look sexy as she stood there naked, he thought. Usmeki backed up some more and pressed his body against the wall. And then he whimpered softly and he started to take off his clothes.
As he stripped, his sister studied his body.
Usmeki was still sexy and muscular, she thought, but something had changed in him. He had lost his honor. He had lost his mad, Eastern courage. Now that she was willing to accept the code, he was trying to throw it away in his fright.
She thought that she might be able to fuck some courage back into his body.
If she could do that, she thought, then she would be honored too, honored by the way that her brother killed himself with her.
She was willing to die with him, if that is what the code demanded and she thought that it did. He was her brother and she did not think that it was right that he should die along. He stripped off his clothes with trembling hands and she watched him, feeling her pussy pulse with the sense of honor and the sense of sex too, the sex that ran through her and filled her with wild desire.
She yearned for completeness. She did not want the modern world to get the better of them.
When her brother was naked, he pushed himself away from the wall and stumbled to her bed.
He fell onto that bed and whimpered to her.
"Come to me, Meki. Give me strength. Give me courage."
Usmeki knew that it was all over now, knew that he would never be able to withstand the words of his sister. He knew that, in the Eastern tradition, she was right. And he knew that it really did not matter any longer if he lived or died. Even if he was able to escape the white house alive, he thought, it would only be a matter of time until the shogun came to find him and make sure that he was dead.
He rolled over and lay on his back on the bed as his sister climbed onto that big and soft thing with him. Meki smiled down at her twin brother.
"It will be better this way," she said. "You will see. It will be better for both of us."
But Usmeki looked at her and still could not believe her. He still thought that life would be better than death. and as he looked at his twin sister's naked body, he felt his cock getting hard and he thought that he was filled with life, real life, for the first time in a long time.
He reached out and he touched her high, soft breasts with his hands.
He remembered the last time that he had touched her like this. He had been raging with Eastern anger at that time and she had seduced him and fucked him, even as she lay bound.
But she was not bound now and he knew that his sister would fuck him this time with a great deal of freedom and lust.
The girl moaned as he massaged her tits with his big hands.
And Usmeki closed his eyes and moaned too. His sister felt so good, he thought, so soft and so willing. She was really too willing, too Eastern, but the man suddenly thought of the life that was in him at that moment. If he could fuck her well, he thought, if he could make her feel some of that life that was in him and love that life, then he might be able to make her understand that life was better than death. Then they would be able to escape somehow. He had no doubt that, with his sister beside him, he would be able to get away. There was something about that girl that was magic, he thought. There was something about her that let the young man know that all things were possible if she were around.
Thinking of all those possibilities, Usmeki raised up and planted his mouth on one of her nipples.
As he sucked her there, the girl moaned and ran her fingers through his hair.
She was enjoying it, he thought and that made the brother proud of himself. He thought that he still might have a chance if he could make his sister moan in this way.
And the nipple was sweet and firm in his mouth.
He took his mouth off that nipple and pulled his sister down on him. He held her little, soft body close to his masculine, muscular frame and churned his loins against her thigh.
He felt his own cock stiffening with lust as he did that.
And he knew that she would be able to feel it too, to feel the life in that prick of his.
That was what he wanted to show her, Usmeki thought. He wanted to show her life. He wanted her to understand that life was good and worth living, even without honor.
Even without honor, there was love and there was lust and there was sex.
These things just had to be worth something, he thought.
And he thought about it even more as his sister moved out of his grasp. She started to travel down his body, touching his stomach and his chest with her fiery fingers and her warm, wet mouth. She kissed his body and he felt his cock growing even more down there. He sighed and stretched out his arms on the bed and lay there, waiting for his sister to suck him.
"Go down on me, Meki," he said. "Suck your brother's cock."
And the girl murmured in assent as she licked and kissed on the man's body.
She wanted to go down on him and suck his cock. She wanted to show her brother just how much she had learned there at Madame Zee's. She wanted to show Usmeki how submissive she had become. She slipped down his big body and looked at his stiffening pole of flesh.
That was her brother's cock, she thought. And she loved it even more knowing that it belonged to her twin.
She wrapped her fingers around the cock and she started to massage it slowly.
She remembered her determination. She would show her brother just what honor was all about.
She would fuck some courage back into his soul and then they would commit suicide together. She looked at that prick and listened for a moment to the sounds of the house.
There were no human sounds, just the wind blowing against the frame.
She liked it this way, quiet and lusty with her twin brother.
She thought that it must have been much the same way between them when they had been in the womb together. She opened her mouth and moved down over the thing and started to suck on the cock. She sucked quickly, expertly, submissively.
And her brother tossed and moaned under her and moved with passion on the bed.
When he moved, his stiffening cock went further back in her throat.
And his twin sister accepted that, as she had accepted other cocks. She accepted it and submitted to it because it was her duty to do this for her brother. He was all the family that she had. She knew that she had to put the honor back into him so that the family could complete its journey through life together.
And then, when the cock was hard, she moved her mouth off the rod.
She raised up and smiled and her brother whimpered down at her.
"Ride me, Meki," he said. "Ride me hard."
She knew just what he wanted. She moved over his body and straddled him on her knees.
Then she moved down on the cock as she held it up. She felt that big thing slipping into her and she sighed.
She tossed on that cock and then worked her way down even more. She felt the prick invading her and she reached out and put her hands flat on her brother's muscled chest.
"See, Meki?" she sighed. "Feel that honor coming back into you? Feel that courage?"
Usmeki groaned.
He did not understand exactly what his sister was talking about. He knew that all he felt was the warmth of her cunt and that had nothing to do with honor and courage. He thought that that just had something to do with life. Something that wet and warmth and soft and wonderful, he thought, deserved all the life that he could give it.
So Usmeki started to move under his sister, to buck against her body as she rode him, to drive his cock into her again and again. He put his hands on her sides and held her firmly there as he fucked her. He tossed on the bed and she tossed on his body.
Meki kept her hands flat on his chest and felt her brother's heaving gasps there. But she tilted her head back and sighed. She felt that cock slamming into her again and again and she knew that this was what honor was all about. She rocked on his cock. She fucked him with all the lust that she could muster. She knew that they were united in a way that they had not been united before-not since they were growing together in the womb.
She understood the Eastern ways now, she thought. She understood submission.
And that made her all the better as a lover.
She moaned to her twin brother as he drove his cock deep into her wet and warm snatch.
"Oh, fuck me. Fuck my hot cunt. Fuck me. I love it when you fuck me. You are my twin brother and I love it when you drive your cock into me."
She gasped for breath and then she uttered the magic words that she had learned here at Madame Zee's house, the words that geisha girls often used with their samurai lovers.
"Master," she sighed. "Master, fuck me. I love it, Master. Slam it to me, Master. Hurt your slave."
And those words shocked Usmeki just a little bit.
But they also thrilled him. He groaned and he did feel like a master as he drove into his sister again and again. He tossed on the bed and she continued to say the words.
"Master. Master. I am your slave, Master. Torture your slave, Master. Fuck your slave, Master."
And he loved it. He winced with the feeling that he had in his body.
His cock was so strong and so big in there in her cunt that he felt as if his prick was coming to pieces deep inside his sister's cunt.
And then he rocked and sighed and he knew that he was going to come very soon.
"I am coming, Meki," he groaned. "I am coming, my sister. Come with me. Come."
"Yes, Master," she whimpered.
And then Usmeki opened his throat and let out a sound that was like the growl of an animal.
And he started to come into his sister's cunt.
She sighed and she rocked and she started to come too, as her brother's warmth spread through her.
And then she leaned forward and put her mouth on her master's throat and kissed the sweat on his body, her brother's body, her master's wonderful and courageous body.
And that seemed to make everything noble and honorable to her again.
When the fucking was finished, the brother and the sister lay close together and held each other. And then Meki knew that it was time to end it all. She moved her leg over her brother's strong body and she whispered to him.
"We have to do it now," she said. "We have to be honorable, my brother."
And Meki knew what his sister was talking about. He lay there for a second and closed his eyes and he sighed.
Yet, he knew now that his sister was right. He could not run. He could not hide. It would be better to end it quickly now, here in his sister's bedroom at Madame Zee's house.
"Do you have knives?" he asked, his voice soft and almost child-like.
"Yes," the girl said, "I have knives. One for me and one for you, my brother. We will do it together."
But, suddenly, the brother panicked. He did not want his sister to die. She was too young. She fucked too well. She had too much to live for, he thought. He turned on the bed and he thought that he would do his last honorable thing.
"Not you, Meki," he said. "Just me. I am the one who failed in his mission. You did not fail."
"But I am your family," the girl said. "I am your sister and I have been dishonored too."
"No," the man said. "You fuck too well to be dishonored. I know that you have given our whole family honor with your fucking and your submission. You deserve to live because of that."
"But-"
The brother put his fingers on his sister's lips.
"No," he said. "I have spoken. I have been dishonored. It is enough that you stay with me and give me strength and courage while I do it."
Meki was not afraid to kill herself, she thought.
But she sensed that her brother was right, that he would have to do that. She nodded her head and she felt the tears come to her eyes. When her brother took his fingers away from her lips, she moved close to him and hugged him and held him for just an instant.
"I am so proud of you," she whispered. "I am proud to be your sister, Usmeki. I will live in a way to honor you with every day of my existence. I promise you that."
"And I will wait for you on the other side, my sister," the young man promised her.
Then Usmeki got off the bed and walked toward the shrine.
He stared at that shrine as he asked his sister the question.
"Where is the knife for me, Meki?"
"Here," the girl said.
She moved off the bed and opened a drawer in her little table. She pulled out one of the knives there and carried it slowly to her brother. She put it into Usmeki's hands while he stood there, staring at the shrine.
"Thank you," he said softly, almost dreamily.
"Thank you, my brother," she said. And she kissed his cheek.
Then the naked girl backed up as her brother fell to his knees in front of the shrine.
Meki wanted to turn away. She did not want to have to watch this.
But she knew that she had promised her brother that she would be with him while he finished it all. She knew that the only way that she could stay with him was to watch him die.
Still, she gasped when her brother aimed the knife at his bowels.
And the tears flooded her eyes as she saw the young man drive the knife into his body.
She listened to his groan and she heard the tearing of his flesh. She saw the blood pouring out of his body and she saw him falling forward slowly, as he pulled the knife out of his bowels.
He died with that knife in his hand, with his arms stretched out on the floor before the shrine.
After it was finished, Madame Zee came into the room and held Meki as she wept. Then the woman helped the naked girl out of the room and sent the big deaf-mute in to clean up the mess and get rid of the body.
Meki felt homeless as she lay on Madame Zee's bed and cried.
But then, when her crying was over, she looked around her and she saw Madame Zee and Eko and Ping standing there and she knew that she was not homeless at all.
She knew that this was her home now, that her brother had brought her here and left her for a good reason. And Meki determined that she would fuck all the samurai warriors that came around. She determined to fuck them and make them happy and strong and courageous.
But the girl knew that, each time she fucked a warrior, she would be thinking of him.
That was the way it should be, she thought. After all, she and her brother were twins.
And he had been the most important man in her life.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Eko and Ping came in that night and tied Meki's hands to the bed-posts, the girl knew that she should expect someone in her room that night, but the other geisha girls did not speak to her as they worked. So she did not know just who she should expect. She lay there in the dark and she wondered if she would be visited that night by a new man or by some returning samurai that she had already fucked. And then she supposed that it did not really make any difference. She moved her legs around on the bed and felt happy that they were free, at least. She would be able to fuck with skill tonight, she thought, because her legs were free and she would be able to wrap them around some samurai body and give that man-whoever he was-everything that a geisha girl should give a warrior. She lay there and waited and felt honored again, very honored to be given to yet another man of nobility.
She was in her own room and she tried not to look at the shrine in the corner. She tried not to think that her brother had killed himself in that room just that morning. She sniffed the air and she thought that she could still smell him, still smell that fresh aroma of his perspiration. But she did not want to smell him. She held her breath for as long as she could and she felt the sorrow coming back to her.
Meki knew that her brother had done the honorable thing, the samurai thing, but that did not keep her from feeling the loss, the real loss that she suffered now that she knew she would never see Usmeki again. She closed her eyes and remembered that Madame Zee had told her that her brother's body had been burned, that the shogun had been informed that Usmeki had honored himself in the last moments of his life. And Meki knew that that was the good and Eastern way to do things, but she still felt the loss, the terrible loss. She wished that her brother had not had to die.
Then she turned and looked at the door when she heard it open. She saw him standing there in the light of the moon that came in through the window and she recognized him immediately,
It was Loka, the young samurai who had fucked her before. He had said that he would return to her when she was trained and now she knew that she was trained, physically and spiritually. She blocked thoughts of Usmeki from her mind and smiled at the young boyish man in the robes.
But Loka said nothing. He just pulled off his sword and put it against the wall.
Meki felt a little sorry when he did that. She remembered the way that he had threatened her with that sword before and she had hoped that she would be threatened again, that she would have the chance to show this young samurai that she was not afraid of anything now. She wanted to show him her nobility. She wanted to lie there under the sword and never even flinch. But she knew that she could not ask to be threatened. Then the nobility would not work, she thought.
Loka pulled off his robe and then stepped out of the underwear that he wore.
He was still wearing that Western underwear. Meki wished that someone would tell him that he should be naked under his robes, that he should not allow that terrible, brutal Western material near his flesh. But she knew that she would not be able to tell him that. She was only a slave, a girl to be bound and fucked. She could not tell a samurai that he should change anything about himself.
As the young man moved naked toward her, the girl pulled at the ropes to tighten them around her wrists and she spread her legs wide. She lifted her hips slightly to welcome that young samurai into her body, into her noble soul.
The young man moved onto the bed and knelt between those legs that she had opened for him.
"I have heard about your brother," he said softly. "Where did he do it?"
"Over there," Meki said softly. "By the shrine."
Loka looked at that shrine and nodded his head.
"It was a noble thing for him to do," he said softly.
"I know," the girl agreed. "I would have joined him, but he said that I should not do that. He said that I should stay alive so that I could serve the other samurai. He said that I had honored the family with my cunt."
Loka looked down at that snatch and smiled and nodded.
"Yes," he said, "you have. You have a good cunt, I am sure."
The girl lifted her hips and smiled at Loka.
"Try it," she said. "Please, fuck me. I will show you just how much honor a geisha girl can put into her warm, wet cunt."
And something was dissolving there in her cunt as she offered it to the young man, she thought. Something was bubbling in that snatch, something that made her yearn for a long, hard, samurai cock.
And then the young man moved toward her and slapped her hard across the face.
She took that slap bravely. She did not even flinch.
She knew that a young guy like Loka probably did need to hurt a geisha girl a little bit before he could get hard. She understood the ways of youth. She was young herself.
And she resolved to accept that pain and that slapping and that humiliation. She would challenge the sturdy youth of the young samurai with her own youthful ability to endure. It was that ability to endure, she remembered, that had given her family such honor, that had saved her life when her brother had had to take his own.
Loka put his hands on her nipples and pinched at them. She winced a little with that pain, but she did not cry out. A good geisha girl does not cry out, she reminded herself.
A good geisha girl bears all the pain that her man wants to give to her.
And she wanted to show Loka that she had been well-trained, that she was ready now to give him the best fucking of his life.
And the young man was not nervous around her any longer. He had moved past that stage when he had fucked her for that first time. He snarled down at her with an animal sound and the sweat popped out on his forehead and he twisted the nipples with his fingers. He could give her pain now, real pain to test her. This was no game for him. He was no longer afraid of her and he obviously wanted to show her that, she thought.
She sighed to him as the pain moved from her tender nipples through her hot and willing flesh.
"Yes," she said. "Give it to me. Hurt me, my warrior. Hurt my whore body. I can take it."
And, as she said these words, she looked down at Loka's cock.
She had been right about him, she thought. His cock was hard now, hard and straight. He needed the pain to get turned on to her. That much was obvious. He needed to master her before he could fuck her with samurai skill.
And she did not mind that at all. The pain helped her too. The pain sent electrical charges through her pussy and made her damp and yearning and filled with desire.
"Fuck my whore cunt, warrior," she said. "Fuck me. Fuck me. I want your cock in me."
And the young samurai smiled and moved close to her pussy. He put his hand on his big cock and aimed it at that sweet hole that she offered to him.
And then he drove into her with a mighty thrust. She shivered and felt that a samurai sword had just been slammed into her. But she loved it. She loved the feeling that that cock gave her.
She knew that fuckings like this would make her even more noble and honored.
Loka leaned forward and positioned himself over her. He started to move that prick in and out of her cunt. She lifted her legs, her free and lusty legs and she wrapped them around his muscular body.
And she twisted there on the bed. She felt the ropes around her wrists and she loved the feelings that those ropes added to her sexuality. She pulled against those ropes and felt them tighten, just as it seemed that her cunt was tightening around Loka's cock.
"You are good," the young man moaned to her. "Now you are very special. Now are you are the most special geisha in the world."
And Meki smiled and moved under him, fucking him back.
She felt honored, so honored and so proud that she thought that she would burst with pride. She pulled against those ropes that held her wrists and she felt the honor rushing through her body as Loka fucked away on her noble, Japanese pussy.
She felt her body tense as the cock drove deep into her.
And she squealed to the young man who was fucking her.
"Slam it to me, Master. Slam it to me, you mighty warrior. I am an Eastern girl now and I love it. I love your fucking."
And she thought that the ropes around her wrists made it even better for her.
The ropes held her and bit into her flesh and she loved the restraining feeling that they gave her.
But she could move her legs. She worked her legs up and down the man's back as he slammed into her again and again. She felt her cunt getting warmer and wetter with each thrust that he made. She gasped and groaned with feverish delight in her blood.
And she knew that she was being honored by this fucking. She knew that she was proving her own worth to everyone who had trained her and helped her to become the type of girl that she had always been meant to be.
She knew that she was her brother's sister, a truly noble and submissive girl.
But then she tried not to think about her brother, her noble loss. She wanted only to think about the cock that was in her. And she squealed to the young warrior some more.
"Fuck me. Give me that cock. Fuck my hot cunt. I love it. I love it, Master."
As she felt the heat rising in her trembling body, she kept repeating the word.
