Woman Homoko’s breasts had been spherical and heavy like succulent peaches plucked proper on the edge between summer season and autumn. Making use of the ointment to the Woman’s silken pores and skin Yuki hesitated only for a second, her hand having fun with the agency roundness, the index finger brushing the small darkish berry on high of the mound. Woman Homoko’s nipples at all times stood proud and made themselves seen even beneath the heavy silk of her favourite kimono. To Yuki, they had been particular among the many wonders of her Woman’s physique. There have been the white, silken pores and skin, her spherical, and even face, the perpetual smile that by no means reached the eyes. However much more wondrous had been the areas particular to Lord Shigeru and the Woman’s handmaiden. Between her legs a thick however orderly glade of black hair, the agency spherical buttocks, and naturally these breasts. To Yuki, they had been an limitless supply of fascination and even envy. So her hand lingered for only a second and the Woman Homoko seen.
Her eyes narrowed simply barely however sufficient for Yuki to take a step again and maintain her breath.
“Do you want what’s your lord’s?”, Homoko requested. She was reclining in her chair, nude however for a glistening second pores and skin of aromatic oil that Yuki was making use of to her. She unfold her legs as if in invitation. “Do you?”
Yuki felt the blood dashing to her face. She by no means had lain with a girl or a person. Was it lust she felt when she helped to wash her Woman or any of the opposite concubines at Lord Shigeru’s Court docket? She did not know, wasn’t skilled sufficient however one way or the other realized it wasn’t the identical she felt the time when she witnessed the Stablemaster having his approach with considered one of his boys. The 2 shadowy figures urgent in opposition to a wall, buttocks gleaming because the Stablemaster’s rod slid out and in. Their groans and panting intermingling. It had made her really feel sizzling and moist but additionally fearful. No matter she felt together with her Woman wasn’t like this in any respect.
“Properly, you possibly can’t have it.”, stated Woman Homoko, taking Yuki’s silence for defiance. “Undress.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Undress or I’ve the servants do it for you.”
Confused and shaking Yuki loosed the sash of her Kimono and let it fall from her shoulders. Woman Homoko slid out of her chair and slowly paced round Yuki who stood stiff and erect, frightful of what would come subsequent. Woman Homoko took maintain of considered one of Yuki’s breasts and lifted it. Her breasts had been so small they match into the palm of even Woman Homoko’s delicate hand.
“You suppose I might waste myself on a creature as drab and peculiar as you?”, the Woman requested. “You’re skinny and small, your mouth is simply too broad and the tits — nicely, you possibly can simply cross for a boy.” Yuki stared straight forward not daring to talk and even breathe. However because the Woman twisted her breast she cried out just a little. Happy, Homoko bought maintain of Yuki’s jaw and turned her face in order that she may stare into her eyes.
“Now pay attention carefully, you unhappy factor.”, she whispered, each phrase reducing like a razor. “If you’re very fortunate some bombu peasant will marry you when he tires of fucking his sheep, however extra doubtless you’ll find yourself a spinster servant. Right this moment is my Lord’s reception and I’ve to look my greatest. Sadly there’s no person at courtroom proper now who has your talent in making use of my make-up and whereas I’m a lot inclined to toss you out into the streets in your insolence, I’m supplying you with this final probability to remain in my good graces. Do you perceive?”
Tears welling in her eyes, Yuki tried to nod, however Homoko’s grip was of iron. Lastly, the Woman gave a chilly smile and let her go. “Dress and end your job.”
Lord Shigeru’s reception was a ritual of thriller. The primary visitors arrived days earlier than the occasion and the entire family buzzed like a beehive. Each room was cleaned and cleaned once more. The stone lanterns had been lit at nightfall and stored burning until daybreak, lighting the trail for the Samurai with their entourage, and Lord Shigeru welcomed each considered one of them personally on his porch earlier than they had been guided to their quarters. Yuki had no thought, what occurred within the reception. No servants had been allowed apart from the Lord’s bodyguards and these stored their counsel even to the maids they lay with. All Yuki had seen had been the marks that appeared on Woman Homoko’s pores and skin the day after the reception. They had been of an offended pink, not not like rope burns, and lingered for days earlier than they started to fade. Nonetheless, within the days earlier than the reception the Woman was neither anxious nor fearful. As a substitute, she blossomed like a flower in spring and have become much more confident and conceited. Some other time she might need forgiven Yuki’s misstep, however not earlier than a reception. There was little doubt in Yuki’s thoughts, that her mistress would do away with her as quickly as she may. As she walked behind Woman Homoko alongside the lined passage, that related the primary home to the constructing particularly construct for the reception, Yuki contemplated her future. She felt afraid but additionally lightheaded, just like the poor idiot from legend, spreading his arms as he jumped off the cliffs of Jade Mountain. Her fingers clasped the lacquer case containing the brushes and powders to repair her girl’s make-up ought to an emergency come up.
Two guards waited on the entrance, their swords uncovered. They stepped apart when Woman Homoko reached the porch and she or he handed with out acknowledging their presence. Yuki heard the clanking of their armor as they resumed their place. They entered a small vestibule with a curtain behind which lay the corridor correct. Woman Homoko pointed to a slim stool the place Yuki settled, her knees on the exhausting flooring, head bowed so the forehead got here to relaxation on the lacquer case. She solely heard the rustling of the curtain when Woman Homoko handed by means of and left her alone together with her ideas. How would the Woman dismiss her? Would she give her a pouch of cash and ship her away with a letter of introduction to a future employer? Hardly. She would rip off her garments and toss her to the streets to finish her life as a prostitute. Then once more — would the Woman permit a typical whore the privilege of boasting data of her and thus elevate her meager charge? Chilly sweat stained the lacquer case as she realized the likeliest choice: that the Woman would order somebody to chop Yuki’s throat. Perhaps even one of many guards in entrance.
At this second, Yuki determined to comply with the idiot’s instance and soar. If her life was forfeit anyway why not resolve the thriller of the reception? It was a infantile thought however the want to know, what occurred behind these curtains overwhelmed her. She felt her breath quickening and heat filling the place between her legs. She was not lengthy for this world however immediately this did not matter anymore. All that mattered lay behind thick black drapes and the siren music calling her there grew stronger with each heartbeat. She bought up, unheeding the lacquer case that slid throughout the ground. Slowly her hand stroked the curtain till it discovered the sting. Then, with one swift movement, she pulled the curtain open and slid between its darkish, heavy folds.
The room behind was massive, excessive, and — Yuki thanked the gods — darkish. Within the center was a raised stage, spherical as a circle and as excessive because the knee of a horse. There was a throne on the fringe of the stage and within the center, lit solely by the few paper lanterns hung across the room, crouched a nude determine. Across the stage sat the visitors of their low chairs. Yuki may see that they’d exchanged their samurai finery for easy kimonos. Proper in entrance of her was a slight, bald man, oblivious of her presence. His gown was splayed open, revealing white flesh, a tuft of black curly hair, and his erect rod, which he stroked absentmindedly. Yuki shrank again at this sight however did not retreat from the room. As a substitute, she stored watching, cloaked in heavy drapes and darkness.
The girl on the stage regarded susceptible and uncovered. Her pores and skin shone white and her face was hidden by the wave of falling hair. It was Woman Homoko after all, and the large man sitting on the throne was her Lord, Shigeru. He was of center age, his hair nonetheless black, his face clean however for the 2 exhausting strains subsequent to his mouth and the scar the place a sword had cut up his proper eyebrow. His eyes shone like black marbles and his lips twitched as he made the smallest of gestures together with his index finger. Homoko may impossibly have seen it, however she rose instantly from her place, slowly, with the grace of a snake uncoiling. Her nakedness drew gasps from the viewers and the person in entrance of Yuki began stroking more durable.
There will need to have been rafters beneath the ceiling, hidden within the inky black, for immediately ropes fell down, uncoiling just like the tentacles of some hidden sea-beast. Two males mounted the stage from both facet, their chests had been naked they usually wore masks with the grim faces of scowling demons. Homoko prolonged her arms, stretching these wondrous breasts.
Out of the blue the sound of drums crammed the room, a gradual beat Yuki may really feel rising from the soles of her toes as much as her scalp. She craned her neck and located the supply, one other man with a demon masks standing within the reverse nook of the room, hitting a big drum with brightly painted sticks. This one wasn’t bare-chested however clothed in pink robes and Yuki lastly realized, that these had been the monks that had arrived earlier than the primary visitors. ‘Mad Monks’ the pinnacle prepare dinner referred to as them. She had met a few of them at an earlier time and refused to speak about it. However she consistently made the gesture to beat back evil once they appeared within the halls and even when somebody solely talked about them. A serving lady claimed that the monks had tried to drive themselves on her. No one believed her, they had been monks in spite of everything. No one, that’s, however the head prepare dinner.
The drumbeat grew to become quicker because the monks on the stage wrapped cords round Homoko’s wrists and knotted them, then continued together with her higher arm. They knelt and tied her ankles and her thighs. They wrapped ropes round her higher physique and breasts. The entire time she regarded on, her face a masks, and made no transfer. Yuki’s breath had change into shallow, her eyes fastened on Homoko’s glistening physique, the one strand of hair that had fallen over her forehead, her mouth a good line, the perimeters barely upturned as if in anticipation. Then, the drums stopped.
The Monks stepped from the stage again into the shadows and for a protracted second Yuki thought, nothing occurred. Then she noticed the ropes tightening. Up within the rafters, somebody was pulling them up, ever so barely. Yuki noticed Homoko tilt ahead. Her arms had been pulled up and away from her, her breasts swinging free because the ropes round her physique tightened much more. Then the toes had been pulled from the bottom and she or he was floating, held by the ropes that stored pulling her till she got here to relaxation in a horizontal place. The binding of the ropes was so intricate, that Homoko’s legs had been pulled aside, the knees bent, the soles of her feed dealing with up. Even from a distance, Yuki may see Homoko’s uncovered intercourse glistening with anticipation.
The person in entrance of her gave a small gasp and stayed his hand, which nonetheless held his member in a good grip. On the stage, Lord Shigeru rose from his throne. Slowly he walked across the hanging lady, checking the ropes and knots, stroking her pores and skin. He got here to face proper earlier than her, grasped considered one of her hanging breasts, and squeezed it. There was a low murmur from the viewers however no sound from Homoko. Although Yuki could not see her face she seen a ripple operating by means of the nude physique.
Slowly Lord Shigeru opened his rope. He was an enormous man who had retained the muscle mass of his youth even when age had prolonged his waist and his rod stood erect. The drumbeat started anew because the Lord slowly walked across the hanging lady till he stood proper behind her. Along with his index finger, he slowly traced the curve of her backbone, skipping over the ropes, till it got here to relaxation the place the mounds of her buttocks joined. Then he drew it additional down, pushing and dragging till it reached the folds of her intercourse. With professional care the finger entered the jade gate, exploring its depth. Nonetheless, Homoko remained silent simply because the shivers operating down her physique grew to become ever extra violent.
When the lord pulled out his finger it glistened moist within the sparse mild. He introduced it as much as his lips and tasted it like a effective wine. Happy he shrugged off his gown, positioned a agency hand on every of Homoko’s buttocks, unfold them aside and entered her. The drum struck a tough beat and adopted the motion of the Lord’s hips with uncanny precision as he stored pumping. Yuki felt as if she had intruded on a ritual she did not perceive. It was sacred and blasphemous on the identical time, as perverted because it was thrilling. Yuki felt her head spin because the drumbeat took up pace in time with the Lord’s pushes. The warmth between her legs stored rising and she or he felt her juice on her thighs. The person in entrance of her writhed and moaned, his hand franticly stroking his rod, the primary traces of the approaching eruption glistening on its tip. Yuki could not assist however comply with his instance, her hand furiously working her folds.
Out of the blue the drum beat a last time, loud as a thunderclap. As by means of a pink fog, Yuki noticed the muscle mass on the Lord’s again violently contract, then chill out. Within the following stillness, there was only one sound, an ideal “Oh” of launch.
Yuki compelled herself to calm, down and wiped her dripping hand on the drapes of the curtain when she seen, that each face within the room besides Homoko’s was observing her. For it was Yuki, not the sure lady, that had made her pleasure heard.
Yuki knew she was a useless lady, had recognized it the second Woman Homoko had seen her want. She did not attempt to run and supplied no resistance when the masked monks grabbed her and dragged her to the stage the place her Lord was ready. Woman Homoko, nonetheless hanging within the ropes, her Lord’s seed dripping out of her to the stage, lastly managed to get a glimpse of Yuki. At another time, her shocked expression would have made Yuki giggle, however now she did not even discover. She was within the netherworld the place demons introduced her earlier than the Hell Lord to deliver his sentence upon her head. She was a useless lady and nothing she did would change that. Lord Shigeru studied her, extra puzzled than offended. He made a gesture and the monks began to tear aside Yuki’s Kimono. She felt chilly air on her pores and skin and the eyes of the spectators. However she did not even attempt to cowl herself. In spite of everything, for a useless lady modesty was of no concern. She did not even decrease her eyes however held her Lord’s gaze — an insult, that might have gotten her killed another day. However now she was already useless and Lord Shigeru, bare earlier than her, bared his tooth in a smile at her defiance. Out of the blue her hand tore from the grasp of the monk at her facet and, as if of its personal volition, took maintain of the Lord’s testicles. A puff got here from the viewers and the monk subsequent to her scrambled to pay money for her hand, however the Lord jerked his head to the facet and he relented. The problem was accepted. They felt like walnuts in Yuki’s hand, heat and agency, as she slowly started to press, pull and squeeze. The Lord’s rod started to rise as Yuki sank to her knees to satisfy it. The pinnacle was gentle and heat on her lips and she or he felt Lord Shigeru shiver because it slid into her mouth and her tooth grazed it ever so barely. She tasted her Lord’s seed and Woman Homoko as she took increasingly of his manhood into her mouth, her tongue enjoying and teasing. She felt him shudder and continued, even when her nostril touched his curly hair and the temptation to gag grew to become overwhelming. Then there was a hand greedy her neck, however as a substitute of pulling her away, it edged her on and she or he squeezed the testicles, which she nonetheless held a last time. Heat seed exploded in her mouth and she or he held it there whereas slowly disengaging, pulling again, and at last letting go.
Lord Shigeru pulled her up gently by the shoulders. Once more their eyes locked and once more Yuki’s gaze stayed agency. She was a useless lady and but alive, she was the idiot who jumped off the cliff, his arms flapping however hovering to the heavens. She refused to yield to the problem. There was a flash of irritation on her Lord’s face, possibly even anger, however then he smiled. It was a brief smile, figuring out and sarcastic. Slowly he took one knee and the viewers in addition to Yuki gasped, when his tongue started exploring her navel, then traveled down into the thicket of her hair. Lord Shigeru knew what he was doing. The tip of his tongue pierced the drapes of Yuki’s intercourse and pushed in deep, roaming her cavities and stroking the arousable locations inside her. In spite of everything the joy it did not take a lot to deliver her over the sting and Yuki bellowed her launch in a yell that led to a happy sigh.
Then her Lord stood subsequent to her, holding her hand and somebody draped a kimono over her shoulder. It was heavy and product of beautiful silk. Solely belatedly and with shock realized Yuki that it belonged to Woman Homoko. As Lord Shigeru led her from the stage the hanging lady shrieked with anger, writhing in her bonds. Yuki turned her head and their eyes met. Homoko’s eyes had been black with hate, her hair was in disarray and her sure breasts had turned a darkish shade of blue. Yuki gave an indication to the viewers. There was a second of hesitation, however after a brief nod by Lord Shigeru, they eagerly took the stage, shedding their robes. Homoko was nonetheless cursing and shrieking as Yuki and Shigeru left the room and the lads started to have their approach together with her.