The Ordeals of Kazumi and Chiyoko

The Ordeals of Kazumi and Chiyoko

By Shabbadew2002

(Write me at shabbadew@ca.rr.com )

Chapter 1   

Taken Hostage

After visiting her father in their ancestral home, Kazumi Sato, the youngest daughter of the Daimyo Sato, headed back to Edo to rejoin her mother and sisters.  The pretty nineteen year old, the daughter of a nobleman, was a girl enjoying that period in her life before she would be expected to marry and raise a family of her own.  She was a sensual girl... very self-focused.

The night before she was to return to Edo she relaxed in a hot bath.  Getting her own way, luxuries and the freedom to enjoy them were the things that concerned her.  For instance, she loved the sensuous pleasure of a hot soak in the big wooden tub filled with steaming, fragrant water.  Being naked and enveloped by the water allowed her the opportunity to explore her body.....to touch herself.

Kazumi liked playing with her own body.  She knew how to pleasure herself and bath was her favorite time.  She was fascinated by men and increasingly preoccupied with the male sex organ.  Once, when she was eleven, she watched dogs mating and got excited seeing the dog’s cock as it erected and the animal penetrated the bitch. 

About a year later she spied a samurai in the woods as he lifted his kimono, pulled aside his loincloth and pissed.  His protruding cock hypnotized her.  She often took walks in the woods after that, hoping to catch another glimpse of a man’s cock.  These experiences had their effect on her.  She was curious about what males had between their legs; so different than her own hidden charms.

After she had dried herself she lay down and began to touch herself all over.  She starting by running her fingers teasingly down the curve of her neck then she licked her fingers and began sucking on her thumb.  Then, she let her fingers trail down to her breasts.  Cupping them lovingly at first she soon began squeezing them - easy at first and then harder - enjoying the feeling as they swelled with blood. 

She took her brown nipples between her index fingers and thumbs and pinched them.  Then she tickled and teased each nipple in turn.  When her nipples erected, she began to pull on them to make it hurt a little.  She liked this too.  Following this, she allowed her fingers to trail down the smooth white skin of her belly to the sensitive inner surfaces of her thighs.

But the time she got to her hairy mons she was making little whimpering noises.  With one finger between the lips and one on either side of the plump labia, she allowed her mind to fill with arousing thoughts of dogs and men.  She played with her labia until she was really hot... then finally concentrated on a spot just to the right and on top of her clitoral hood rubbing it in circles; and then up and down until she was very wet, swollen and throbbing. 

Now she went to work seriously - first slowing down and then as the feelings built rubbing herself harder to make herself cum.  As the spasms surged thru her young loins, she cried out and then moaned softly as she rode the hot feelings all the way to the end.

Kazumi was tall and slim with pleasing curves, a heart-shaped face with sensual lips and a fairly straight nose with a little bump and beautiful cheekbones and eyes.  Her breasts were the size of small apples capped with large nipples and medium sized areolas.  Her belly was still covered with a layer of baby fat - hiding a deep navel.  Her thighs were full and tapered towards a full, dark patch of straight black pubic hair - a nest guarding puffy outer labia and dark inner lips.

The hood covering her prominent pink nubbin, her clitoris, was always partially retracted.  Her vagina was tight and deep; her hymen had been torn when she was seven.  Only a sliver - a half moon of thin tissue remained.  Her buttocks were full and her hips were wide with a darker hue lining the crevice between her plump cheeks - leading to a tight, symmetrical brown anus.  Lord Sato’s daughter was a delightful specimen of femininity.

Chiyoko, her maidservant, by comparison was a happy, chubby girl with big tits.  Very sexy in her own way, she was outgoing, a bit foolish and vulnerable compared to her mistress.  Where Kazumi was quiet and intent, Chiyoko was frivolous.  Where her mistress was sensual and mysterious... her maid was ribald and erotic. 

The mention of sex or penises made Kazumi lower her eyes and look away, but Chiyoko was likely to make a dirty joke.  They were an odd, but working couple.  What made the relationship solid was, of course, Chiyoko’s devotion to her mistress.  She had been Kazumi’s personal servant since she was thirteen.

During this time, Kazumi’s father, Lord Sato, had been feuding with his bitter rival, Lord Murakami for years.  Kazumi had no real understanding or interest in her father’s feuds or the politics of the day.  Women in that world left such things to men.  Even the issue of living in Edo was something that was beyond her understanding.

All the Daimyo’s families had to live in Edo, by order of the Shogun, Tokugawa Ieyasu.  The Shogun enforced these living arrangements to keep the peace.  In this way, he made sure that the nobles would not become a threat.  Their families were held, in effect, as hostages.

Under the Shogun’s control, rival Daimyos no longer went to war with each other for land, influence and peasants.  But rivalries still existed and could be bitter.  Hostages were often taken.  On the journey back to Edo, on a lonely road, Kazumi and her entourage were set upon by a troop of Murakami’s samurai, led by two of his favorites, Ohira and Nomura.  Kazumi was traveling with only two bodyguards and Chiyoko. 

Both of her guards were quickly killed in the melee`.  Murakami’s henchmen took every opportunity to paw and molest the two girls.  Kazumi protested loudly, saying that she was the daughter of a nobleman and should be treated with dignity.  Ohira laughed and it sent chills down her spine.  Lord Sato soon learned that his daughter had been taken hostage. 

Kazumi plight was complicated by a cross Chiyoko had in her possession - a Christian cross.  Kazumi was a little surprised.  She had no idea her maidservant might be a Christian.  This cross would contribute the undoing of both women because in the Japan of 1621, Christianity was a crime.  The Shogun had been suppressing and persecuting Christians since 1614. 

Christians were often connected to political opposition to the government, so it was dangerous to practice the faith.  To be convicted of being a Christian carried the threat of death or banishment; and the possession of a cross made you a suspect who could expect to be tortured for a confession.  Kazumi was implicated in that Chiyoko was her servant.  Maybe she was a secret Christian too?

If she had never been taken hostage, Kazumi would have lived out an idyllic life.  But her predicament now presented her with the possibility that she would be tortured. Asian cultures have a long history of cruel, diabolical torture.  Judicial torture of women was accepted in those days and the public punishment of women was common in Edo Japan.  It had even become a form of mass entertainment. 

Paintings and drawings of punishments were popular.  The bondage and torture of the day emphasized sexual humiliation.  Women were often punished in the nude and subjected to torments focusing on their sex organs.  Many scholars today believe this period is the parent of modern BDSM, not only in Japan, but in the world at large.  

Torture and even rape were acceptable since women were taught from childhood to accept responsibility both for their crimes and their punishment.  This did not stop a pretty girl from trembling from the sheer humiliation involved, but she was prepared to accept such things. 

A woman’s subordinate role in society and her natural submissiveness combined to produce powerful feelings of shame.  The difference in power between a female accused of a crime and the samurais who ruled stimulated masochistic impulses in the former and sadistic appetites in the latter.

Kazumi and Chiyoko’s journey into darkness began when Lord Murakami’s samurai took them to the prisoner’s quarters (ro-yashiki), with their hands tied behind their backs.  Ohira and Nomura push-steered them thru the corridors of the jailhouse - a noisy and frightening place.

First, the ground floor which housed the noisy “peasant’s jail” filled with commoners.  Then they went upstairs where there were special rooms (agari-ya) for women and samurai.  Kazumi and Chiyoko were each locked into small cells.  Within a day or so a samurai magistrate would question them.  Lord Murakami would really be the one to decide their fate. 

The Daimyo, Murakami, met with his counselors, and in a late night roundtable discussion, decided that his rival’s daughter could be branded a spy and her maidservant a Christian.  Such charges, if they confessed, would cause serious political damage to his rival, Sato, and justify their being taken hostage.

So, their fate was sealed. Kazumi and Chiyoko would be interrogated and made to confess to these crimes.  And if they didn’t confess?  Well, torture was always successful in these situations.  Both women were worried.  Chiyoko, in her cell, fought feelings of panic and despair.  Kazumi, too, was very afraid of what would become of them.  A jailer, an older man, came by and gave them some tea and food.  His kindly manner made them feel better, but they both knew that they were facing a terrible ordeal.

Chapter 2  

The Violation 

The next day in the early afternoon, their ordeal began when Ohira and Nomura came to their cells to fetch them.  For both, this was a choice assignment - being given access to the pretty daughter of his Lord’s main rival.  Ohira was a frightening and thuggish looking man.  He was heavy-set with flat features in a big brown moon-face. 

His shaved forehead and top knot were always a little unkempt.  He was a physically powerful brute, not known for his brains, but his brawn.  Nomura was the smart one.  Tall and slender with a wolfish manner, he was the one Murakami turned to if he had a job for the two of them.  Explaining it to Nomura was always easier.....

Kazumi and Chiyoko were hustled into the corridor by the two samurai.  With them were two others; these were not samurai.  One was a cripple and the other a half-imbecilic boy named Minoru.  Tomo Fukuda was the cripple - a small, middle-aged man, wiry and balding with a lame left leg. 

Very sensitive to his deformity, as a boy he had been fortunate in getting himself apprenticed to a man who caught criminals and tortured them for a living.  Minoru was his assistant.  Together, they often did the dirty work of the court….

Both were “untouchables” (eta) - the lowest hereditary social class.  Eta existed outside the villages in their own communities.  They skinned and disposed of dead livestock and made leather out of the hides.  But, they were also employed to catch criminals, torture and execute them. 

Tomo was a cruel and twisted character; his deformity drove him to hurt people whom nature had favored - since he felt shortchanged by the gods.  And a young, attractive, healthy female to torture was Tomo Fukuda’s secret passion and delight.

Ohira and Nomura marched the two women down the corridor and then downstairs.  Kazumi looked around, worried about where they were being taken.  They went all the way down to a bare room on the first floor.  Once the door slid open, there sat the Daimyo, sipping tea.  Murakami was Lord and master of this realm.  He looked Kazumi over with hard eyes.  She felt his gaze as they entered the room and kept her eyes lowered. 

Tomo, carrying several coils of rough hemp rope, for he was a rope sensei, stood off to the side and waited for orders.  The room had a low table with futons and pillows strewn about.  Kazumi noticed the overhead beams with a row of hooks embedded.  They looked ominous.  Chiyoko began to whimper and sniffle now that they were facing the Daimyo.

“Have the eta tie them,” Murakami said to Nomura.  Traditionally samurai elders or Lords did not tie prisoners.  Rather servants or eta would tie them. Being made helpless by a servant while the Master enjoyed a meal, and afterwards maybe used by him would add immeasurably to the humiliation a victim felt. 

Kazumi stole a glance at Lord Murakami.  He seemed so cold and cruel.  He was a middle-aged man of medium height with a ‘tough’ face.  He hardly looked at her, but Ohira and Nomura made up for it as they chuckled and taunted the pair.  Kazumi feared the worst now.....

At Nomura’s command, Tomo and Minoru leapt into action.  Ohira and Nomura sat down at their Lord’s pleasure to sip some tea.  They relaxed and watched Tomo take charge of the whimpering servant girl and her mistress.  Chiyoko began to struggle and plead.

“No….please….no…please no…”

Tomo ignored her protests.  Kazumi stared at the faces of her tormentor for some sign of mercy.  She saw none and struggled to maintain her composure.

Tomo told Chiyoko she’d better, “obey or else”, as she writhed in his grasp. 

“Stand still,” Tomo, barked - the quivering edge in his voice revealing his sadistic excitement and lust.

Chiyoko dropped her eyes, trying to ignore the heat and color of her embarrassment and the humiliation she felt.  Her face, neck and breasts were awash in a crimson wave of color.  Silence fell in the hot closeness of the room, broken only by the sound of her labored breathing. 

The Daimyo’s eyes devoured Kazumi as she had to stand there and wait for Tomo to attend to her next.  Murakami’s unblinking gaze, as he sipped tea, made Kazumi feel even more vulnerable as she kept her head bowed in shame.  Since her capture, something had begun to collapse in Kazumi.  Something that had been hidden inside began to push its way into the light of day….

Her face began to dew with perspiration.  Kazumi's composure was evaporating as she felt Ohira and Nomura’s hot eyes on her too.  They stared at her with cruelty and lust.  Her shivering increased as she was forced to stand and it made her blush.  Her hands kept opening and closing like little birds frightened to flight, as she watched Tomo use rough hemp rope to bind her maidservant. 

Tomo slapped the chubby servant girl’s hands down as she continued to struggle and resist.  During the Edo period bondage in lewd and exposed positions was often used on female hostages, and as Tomo got busy, Chiyoko had a flash of understanding as to what was in store for her.  She had seen drawings....

He roughly yanked open her kimono to dishevel her and then tied her in a classic bondage position.  First the “pearls” (shinju).  The ropes went around her torso and under her breasts.  Then the crotch rope or the “cherry” (sukaranbo) around her waist and between her legs.  He pushed her kimono up unceremoniously and wound the rope around her upper thighs, just under her buttocks.  The ends were tied together on the outsides of her thighs.

The two ends crossed her buttocks, each with a knot on the end to form the “cherry”.  Tomo’s face was wreathed in a nasty smile, as her white silk under-skirt was wet with sweat when he was done.  It had become somewhat transparent, so the dark shadow of her pubic hair was pasted to her mound and could be seen. 

As a final touch, he employed two thin crotch ropes tied first around her waist and then passed between her legs to apply pressure to her labia. Chiyoko was a plump girl, fat and sweet, and when she rested her weight on the ropes, they would tighten and squeeze her pussy lips, forcing them to protrude lewdly and painfully.

Tomo added another classic refinement of Japanese rope torture.  He ran a thin third line up the center of her sex and tied a large knot at just the right juncture to put pressure on her clitoris.  As a true sexual sadist, his aim again was to enforce submission and sexual arousal in a joshu (female prisoner). 

All of this was designed to humiliate and punish her at the same time.  When he was done, she was bound so that when she struggled ....the knots stimulated and, at the same time, irritated her clitoris.  Tomo was such a master of these rope tricks that he had humiliated more than one female captive by bringing her to a painful orgasm this way. 

Then he tied Kazumi in exactly the same way, and positioned her so that she faced Chiyoko.  He attached their “cherry” ties to ropes that went to the overhead beam.  Then he and Minoru pulled the ropes tight.  This forced both women to bend over in a half-bow.  They both got up on tiptoes as the rope tightened in their crotches.  The bondage used their own body weight to put cruel pressure on their slit - front and back.  This was only part of the torment.

They would struggle in this position and this would work the rough rope further into their tender pussies and ass cracks.  As they writhed and squirmed, the ropes would punish them.  When movement released pressure on one spot, blood returned to the tissues, resulting in intense tingling pains.  And any movement up and down, as when they rose up on tiptoes and then rested their feet flat on the floor, would cause the knot on their clitorises to up and down....up and down relentlessly......

Soon, both women began whimpering and moaning.  They were forced into standing on their toes to alleviate the rope’s sharp pressure in their cracks. As they struggled, the men began chuckling and making comments.  They knew that as their calf muscles tired, they would they stand flat-footed.  But only until their tender crotches, tormented by the rope, forced them to rise up on tiptoes again.  They would have to do this over and over: an excruciating cycle of discomfort, fatigue, arousal and pain.

Tomo, grinning like a jackal, forced open Chiyoko’s mouth by pinching her nostrils shut.  As she stared at him fearfully, Minoru handed him two chopsticks.  He grabbed her tongue, pulled it out and used the sticks to trap her tongue...tying them together with thin cord. 

Next, he tied the ends of the sticks to the ropes around her breasts.  Now, Chiyoko found herself unable to retract her tongue and soon began drooling – adding enormously to her humiliation.  This was her punishment for giving him back talk.

“Next time, you do not talk back to me,” he said to her by way of explanation.

Soon both girls’ muscles were screaming and when they moved at all the rope rubbed them raw.  It seemed like the rough hemp had splinters in it as it worked its way into their crotches.  Flat-footed, the ropes tightened on their sex and when this became unbearable, they rose up on their toes again. 

The return of circulation produced shooting pains.  Both women were soon in agony and Chiyoko began a little girl weeping the men found very arousing.  Chiyoko’s tongue gag made it hard to understand her pleading.  The knots aroused them and made their pussies drool......It was a tremendous combination that taxed their nervous systems to the maximum.

They both went up and down - up and down – like puppets.  Kazumi began to whimper and Chiyoko did the same but, heavier in build, she began to squeal as the DISCOMFORT in her crotch and the muscle fatigue in her calves became acute.  Both women kept themselves up on their toes as long as they could.  Their tender pussies and ass cracks felt the constant bite of the rough rope.  They were, in effect, torturing themselves.  Chiyoko yelped a little each time she put her feet flat on the floor.  Then she joined Kazumi in moaning. 

She stood on her toes again, but soon her calves were so swollen from that she could not do rise again.  So she just hung in her bonds - occasionally squirming when it became too uncomfortable.  This caused the knots to really rub her clitoris.  There was a wet slick of saliva all down Chiyoko’s chin and on her kimono from her exposed tongue.  Soon both crotch ropes were wet with their feminine secretions.  The men nodded in mute appreciation of what Tomo had been able to do to them.

Both of them were left tied to suffer for another half hour.  The girls tried not to move, but the awful bondage itched, caused cramps and made muscles ache.  Both women whined and moaned continuously as the bondage enforced its cruel discipline.  Ohira and Nomura joined their Lord at table as food was brought in by servants; the three men began to eat as well as talk.  They half ignored the two suffering girls.....

Minoru and Tomo squatted against the far wall.  Their job was to make sure that the bondage produced the desired effects.  The Daimyo wanted Kazumi humiliated - punished and compliant.  Not visible to anyone in the room, a large, heavy-set older woman, the widow of a samurai and part of the Daimyo’s household, was looking thru a hidden peephole.  This woman, Rin Okada was her name, spent a long while spying on the scene.  She stared, licking her lips as she watched the rope punishing both women.  Rin found this all very stimulating.

Okada stayed and watched them struggle for a good thirty minutes.  She enjoyed women sexually and was a sadist herself.  She couldn’t resist the opportunity to enjoy the sexual torment of so lovely a pair of victims, especially the daughter of a hated lord.  When Chiyoko began sobbing like a baby, Murakami came over and lifted her face up to look at him.  She stared at him with bleary eyes…red from crying.  Okada began to rub herself as she enjoyed their sufferings.

Chiyoko wanted to resist... to demonstrate her courage and resolve to Kazumi, but the ropes broke her will.  Nomura and Ohira grinned like wolves when Murakami gave Tomo the word to untie her.  She could barely stand when Tomo was done.  The blood rushed into the sore tissues between her legs making her whine in pain.  When she looked up she was faced with six hard pairs of eyes in cruel faces. 

They were warriors with hard, powerful brown-skinned bodies.  She avoided looking at them, even though she felt their eyes violating her.  She kept her eyes down.  Kazumi snuck a glance at Nomura and Ohira when they began chuckling....their faces glowing with excitement and their lips wet with lust. 

Kazumi shuddered as Tomo began untying her.  She suspected what was next and her stomach began churning with butterflies.  Ever since her capture she had wondered if they were going to rape her.  Looking at Murakami’s hard face and Ohira’s flat, cruel features and then at the lean, wolfish Nomura, Kazumi knew that they were going to be raped now....

“Oh,” was all she said as she put her knuckle in her mouth.

She shook her head… rubbed her nose, which had begun itching and didn’t say anything.  Kazumi and Chiyoko stood there trembling.  Tomo barked at them to remove their clothing and give the garments to him.  Kazumi, like all women, feared rape, but like many women, had ambivalent feelings about it.

To be forced to have sex released a woman from being in control and if your body responded, it was not your fault that you behaved like a whore.  She was sickened that she had to strip herself naked not only in front of Murakami and the samurai, but especially the eta.  She couldn’t imagine a greater humiliation as a Japanese noblewoman.....

Kazumi was in turmoil, but she tried not to show her emotions.  Each man was going to take her dignity from her.  These men hated her father and she realized now that she was going to bear the full brunt of this hatred.  Kazumi’s eyes revealed her growing panic and sense of mortification, but both girls took deep breaths.... and began disrobing.  Kazumi bowed her head and removed her apron with trembling hands and gave it to Tomo.  Then her sash. Finally her kimono. 

Kazumi showed goose bumps when she’d taken it off and handed it over.  Everyone could now see the curves and shape of her body, as she was now clad only in her undergarments.  Shivering with shame, she pulled off her thin cotton under-shirt.  Now, her breasts, capped with her brown nipples and areoles in all their glory, were exposed.   

Their exposure caused a grunt from Ohira and crude, cruel comments from Nomura.  Now, only her thin, white cotton under-skirt covered her loins.  Then Tomo barked at her to remove that garment.  There was a hush in the chamber as her hairy mound, with its full-lipped treasure, peeked out from between her legs and the full ovals of her buttocks were revealed.  Chiyoko was made to strip and soon she was naked too; her fat tits, thighs and buttocks contrasted with her mistress’s slimmer curves. 

Chiyoko had simply enormous tits for a Japanese woman.  They were as big as gourds, capped with dark brown nipples the size of a rose in full bloom.  Her hips were not as wide as Kazumi’s nor were her ass cheeks as round.  But, her skin was as smooth and inviting as Kazumi’s - a creamy yellow-white.  Her round, plump face was pretty with very full lips.

Murakami got up, came over, grabbed Kazumi and made her spread her legs.  She gulped and shuffled her feet… trying to maintain her dignity.  She gasped and flinched involuntarily when he groped and rubbed her ass cheeks and then insinuated a finger all along her dark crack.  He began playing with her sex - exploring her labia, making her whimper and grunt.

Sticking a finger in her hot, oily honey-pot and then rubbing her nubbin, which had been chafed raw and swollen from the ropes, he played with her until her pussy began to weep.  Kazumi could not stop her cunt from getting hotter and wetter.  She could not stop herself from getting aroused.  The Daimyo took pains to point this out. 

“YOU HAVE A WHORE’S CUNT.”

Then, he explored her crack in back - fingering her anus.  Next, he grabbed her by the arm and pushed her over to a futon.  He grabbed the back of the neck and pushed her down so she ended up on her forearms and knees.  Kazumi went, “OH,” as the dark furred oval of her cunt and the tight, wrinkled rosette of her anus were obscenely displayed in this position.

Her genitals gaped open as the position canted her hips up to expose the moist, hot pink folds of her cunt.  He had full access to her now.  Kazumi felt herself letting go as the feelings of submissiveness began to overwhelm her.

It was sheer humiliation as Murakami methodically examined her in front of everyone, including the untouchables.  He displayed her pussy and asshole to the others and pointed out its features, smell and wetness.  It was so humiliating to be examined like a slave or a whore.  He relished her discomfort enormously as he touched, separated, weighed, squeezed, pulled and manipulated her pussy and her asshole.  She kept her eyes closed, tossing her head in protest and moaning every once in awhile, as he felt her up.

He could tell that she was in emotional turmoil and her response made the encounter that much more fulfilling for him.  Her nipples erected in response to his playing with them.  Naked, and covered with goose bumps, she was a delectable morsel as he made her lie on her back and pull her legs up to her chest, so he could continue his exploration. 

He pulled open her wet vaginal opening to let the juices flow down her ass crack.  Kazumi was humiliated as Ohira and Nomura joined in the fun by mocking her slutty readiness.  Tomo, holding Chiyoko, chuckled at what his Lord was doing.  Chiyoko stared with horrified eyes - realizing the same fate awaited her.  This

aroused strong feelings in her as she watched Murakami manipulate the folds of her mistress’s cunt. 

The Daimyo began flicking her clitoris.  By teasing it…. pulling on it and rubbing it, he made her wetter.  Watching her face for a reaction, he took his time and found a pattern that aroused her.  She began to pant - trying to control herself.  Her nubbin was sore from the ropes, but the teasing and the wetness made it impossible for her to resist becoming aroused. 

So, she begged him, “do not humiliate me this way…please…do not degrade me…. do not put your hands on me………. Please….”

“Shut up… WHORE.”

She bit her lip and tried not to cry. 

“Your hairy, smelly cunt wet is ready for sex - ISN’T IT WHORE? WHORE..........WHORE...........WHORE,” he spat at her.  Kazumi began to cry.

“I am going to show you what you really are - you are a stupid whore.  I will prove it to you.”

Now he began to rub her cunt lips and clit with two fingers - frigging her - masturbating her.  He wanted to make her climax.  She tried to resist and will herself not to feel anything but her cunt betrayed her.  Seeing her squirming trying to fight it, he pulled her up to a seated position and slapped her across the face. 

Then he pushed her back down as he forced her legs against her tits again.  He rubbed her wet, slippery sex-lips and clitoris until he found a rhythm to make her moan.  The he worked his middle finger into her pussy hole.

He fingered her and worked a second finger in; then when he found the bumpy ridge he was looking for on the front wall of her sexhole, he pressed on it to make her groan.  Then just behind that he found what he was looking for – a little smooth area that as he rubbed it more and more.... began to SWELL. 

He rubbed that spot harder and soon her cries and yelps were accompanied by a gush of juice from her urethra.  The Daimyo had made Kazumi spurt.  She was so humiliated that she wanted to vanish into thin air.  Chiyoko stared at her mistress’s wet hole – amazed at how much juice she had spurted.  Having done it once the Daimyo wasn’t satisfied until he made her gush another geyser of hot juice from her pussy.  The futon was soaked when he was done.  She was open and exposed… the position was degrading and shaming. 

The Daimyo grinned as he looked at her sex-hole - wet, swollen and reddened.  He gripped her neck and turned her face towards him.  Kazumi tried hard not to show any emotion, but she was not in control of her feelings anymore.

“WHORE,” she heard him chuckle.

His cruel, wet smile showed briefly.  Kazumi felt a sinking feeling in her stomach and surrendered totally, as she realized what fate had in store for her.  He had already made her cum her despite her efforts to resist.  ‘What hope was there now?  None.’  So went her thinking.  ‘Just allow it to happen’, she thought to herself. 

Kazumi had begun to accept what was her due when she saw him shedding his kimono and loincloth.  Soon he was naked.  His lust was obscenely obvious as his cock was hard, hot and fully erect.  He had olive brown skin that shone with oil and perspiration.  His powerful torso was almost hairless apart from the black hair in his groin. 

He was stroking himself - the fingers of his right hand caressing the brown shaft, as Kazumi stared like a hypnotized bird.  She found herself watching, almost against her will,  as he deliberately pulled his foreskin back from the dark purple glans, displaying himself to her.  She could see the helmet head already glistening with the slimy discharge created by his growing excitement. 

He cracked his knuckles; it made several ‘pops’.  He put his hands on his hips in a gesture that announced his swaggering leadership and this made the shaft of his uncircumcised penis rear up and the helmet swell.  He grinned, his lips slack and wet with lust as he saw her staring at it.  She was thinking, ‘it’s so hard’.  He took her chin and forced her head up.

“Please…PLEASE …please...”

When he bent down to look at her pussy closely there, Kazumi knew he could smell her cunt. 

He humiliated her again by saying, in front of the others, “look at how wet and smelly your cunt is – whore.”

Then he began to masturbate her again.  Kazumi felt herself being pushed towards the edge.  She held her breath and bore down hard when he worked her cunt.  She wanted to resist him, but it was no use....

She screamed, “Ohhhhhhh OOOOHHHH…........... Oh, Oh, OH, OH, OH…................oh….............uuuuuhhh,” and came again. 

She thought to herself, ‘I’m a whore.  How could I do it?  How could I?’  She looked up into the Daimyo’s cruel face.  He was grinning at her.

“WHORE..........WHORE...........WHORE,” he spat at her cruelly again.

It’s all he said, but that said it all.  Kazumi felt degraded.  She stared at his erect cock.  It was fascinating…swollen and stiff with a foreskin that he frigged back and forth.  She begged him not to rape her, but deep down she knew it was no use.  Kazumi felt strange like she was another person watching herself at this point.  Murakami brandished his penis like a weapon as he grabbed her by the hair.  The slit at the tip leaked a clear slimy fluid.  Kazumi noticed the swollen veins all over the hard, brown shaft. 

When she tried to pull back from him, he slapped her.  Then he shoved his cock towards her face.  This was especially degrading for Kazumi.  Sucking a man’s cock was only for whores.  No decent woman would ever be expected to take a man’s cock in her mouth.  She pulled away.  At the same time, Ohira and Nomura had begun to force their cocks on Chiyoko, who began to resist with all her strength.

“Do not do this to me...Oh…...Please.....please…PLEASE do not do this to me,” Chiyoko begged.

But then Ohira, quick as a cobra, cocked his right arm and punched Chiyoko right in the pit of her stomach.  She never saw it coming and was helpless to avoid the blow that landed heavily in the pit of her belly. 

She went, “oooooffffffhhh,” sagged and bent over in pain. 

She grabbed her belly, but quick as a snake, he punched her again… lower down.  The sound of his fist hitting her belly produced an audible – “THUD”.  Chiyoko grabbed herself there and began to sag to the floor, but he grabbed her by her arm and pulled her up.  Pushing her against a post, Ohira stood her up and punched her again…and then a fourth time.  She groaned and sagged, and grabbed her stomach wherever he hit her.  When she sagged and looked like she was going to fall, he kept pulling her up so he could punch her again. 

He made a cruel game of it; punching her in the belly wherever she left herself open.  He’d punch her just below her solar plexus, and when she put her hands there to protect herself, she exposed another part of her stomach.  That’s where he punched her next.  He hit her hard - the fatty layers there did little to help her withstand the almost genital torment that erupted when the punches landed.

The sick sound of his fists hitting her in the belly went on and on.  Chiyoko groaned and cried out as he beat her methodically.  The pain exploded throughout her entire stomach.  When he finally let her arm go, she collapsed and sagged in seeming slow motion to the floor clutching her belly.  Groaning and sobbing, she rolled around like a beaten dog.  He pulled her to her feet.  She came up clutching her stomach.  The pain was a dull ache…and not wanting any more… she bowed her head in total submission. 

Ohira stood there with his legs spread - his cock still hard, relishing every sign of her increasing submission: the trembling of her limbs and the sheen of sweat of sweat on her face.  Nomura had been watching admiringly as his comrade beat the pretty, plump servant girl.  In the end, Chiyoko had to submit totally.  It was a simple beating, but something powerfully sexual.  The pain in her belly guaranteed that she would obey him completely.  He pushed her down to her knees.  Chiyoko realized, at that moment, that this aroused so many different emotions in her.  On one hand she wanted to hold onto her dignity.

But, there was something in her that wanted her to be exposed and debased and used.  And the discovery of these feelings was deeply disturbing for her.  She hated them on one hand and on the other she yearned for submission.  Now, she was naked and beaten....and she too, like her mistress, felt no more responsibility to resist.  She was very aware of her pussy throbbing as she knelt before the hulking, naked samurai.

Murakami had Kazumi by the hair.  She stared at his rampant erection right in her face.  The Daimyo’s hard penis reared back towards his abdomen from the black hair at his groin.  He stroked the shaft, rolling the foreskin back so the glans showed polished and gleaming with the wetness already leaking from the hole at the tip.  He grinned as he enjoyed his domination of the pretty young woman before him.  She was obviously intimidated by his rampant cock....his powerful maleness.

He began rubbing the head of his cock all over Kazumi’s face - smearing his pre-cum in little snail trails all over her face.  Then, upping the degradation level higher, he forced open her mouth, yanked her head around by the hair and made her take it in her mouth.  He enjoyed the feeling of her lips wrapped around the head of his cock.  Tomo watched with an erection, as did Minoru - both men enjoying what Kazumi was being forced to do. 

And when she flattened her tongue so he could run the entire length of his cock over its silky surface, getting it wet and harder, Tomo elbowed his moronic assistant and chuckled at Kazumi’s sluttish behavior.  Soon the Daimyo had his cock all the way in her mouth and she was sucking on it like a baby….

At first she could take most of his length into her mouth.  Sucking and working it with her tongue and lips, but when his cock touched the back of her throat, Kazumi gagged.  Then Murakami, grabbing her by the hair in one hand and his cock in the other, made her take more of it…taking all the control away from her.  Kazumi’s mouth began drooling…...getting wet and sloppy like her pussy.  Soon, the Daimyo was forcing his whole cock into her mouth – just face fucking her.  He would do that for a few moments, and then give her a chance to breathe.  He had a fair-sized cock and now he set the pace. 

He commanded her, “Suck it”. 

With her hot mouth engulfing his most prized possession, his cock reached its full erect size, and taking the whole thing became a challenge for Kazumi.  He forced it all the way to the opening of her throat - past the back of her tongue and this made her gag over again and again.

She would cough and gag and he would take it out to let her get a breath.  With her eyes tearing, her nose beginning to run and her mouth salivating like mad, she was just a little fuck puppet now.  And after having caught her breath, Murakami would grab her by her hair – yank her head around a little and then holding his cock in one hand like a weapon.........force her to suck it again.  A very cruel routine.

When he went slowly, she could handle it and only gag a little.  But when he began fucking her faster, harder and deeper, he made her drool and gag, cough and sputter.  Kazumi’s throat muscles tightened involuntarily every time she felt his cock touch the back of her tongue.  She struggled to control her gag reflex. 

His excitement by now had gone to the “next level”.  He grabbed her head in both hands and just fucked her face.  The slow, rhythmic pace was gone.  Kazumi began to feel that she was going to choke to death.  Her throat tightened up, no matter how hard she tried to relax.  Her nose ran from the gagging and tears dripped down her cheeks.  She was drooling madly; her saliva dripped down her chin to wet her tits....

She was of two minds: on one hand it was rough and unpleasant…he was raping her mouth…. and on the other hand - she was aroused.  It stimulated her to have a man take control of her and use her for his pleasure.  Her buttons were being pushed - the more Murakami took control of her, the more aroused Kazumi became against her will. 

Soon her pussy was very wet again and began to drool down her thighs.  With both hands on his hips she tried to hold him back…she banged on him with her balled fists to make him give her a breather – hungry for air.  Murakami stopped only for a moment; then he resumed reaming her mouth.  Kazumi tried not to gag, to wipe her nose, and choke on all the saliva and pre-cum pooling in her mouth.  Kazumi couldn't swallow it all, so it just dribbled and ran from her lips and down her chin, wetting her breasts.  She was soon a sloppy mess.

Ohira, fully erect, had the biggest cock of the three men.  He had worked his big cock into Chiyoko’s mouth a little at a time until he had it all the way in to the opening of her throat... making her gag and as she gagged, it made her whole body convulse embarrassingly and she farted. 

This was very degrading and humiliating.  She worried she might wet herself too.  His hands were tangled in her hair.  This, too, only seemed to inflame him as he pushed his cock into her throat.  Then, something snapped in Chiyoko and she just went limp like a doll.

Soon, with her lips wrapped around his shaft and her tongue on the underside, his cock went in all the way and Ohira felt the tickle that told him he was almost at his precious moment.  His hips did a little jig, his breathing became labored, he began to grunt, and then he rammed his cock in deep and held it there.  Chiyoko gagged as the first spurts of his ejaculation hit the opening to her throat.

He kept spurting: six or seven big gushes.  Semen backed up and shot out of her mouth in a torrent.  There was so much.  She had to gulp and gulp to swallow the large load.  Gagging, she coughed and it was a sloppy, wet cough.  His cock popped out and the last spurts splashed on her lips, nose and chin. 

She moaned when he milked the last blob of semen on her face.  He shook off the last few droplets on her too and used the tip of his cock to smear cum all over her lips, nose and mouth.  She was a mess when he was done.  Her eyes were red - saliva and semen everywhere and her lips were  swollen.  He had no intention of allowing her to wipe her face.  He made sure she left it there to humiliate her further. 

To humiliate Kazumi, Murakami made her kiss his cock like a lover and then he forced it in all the way until the tip made the bend at the back of her throat.  He made her retch and then he took it out, slapped her face with it, and then rubbed the wet tip all over her mouth, nose and cheeks.  Kazumi was emotionally spent - she had gotten very hot and wet from having her mouth raped.  Soon, he grabbed her head and with both hands pulled her face back and forth until he came...forcing her to swallow most of his discharge.  What did not land in her mouth was sprayed over her lips, nose and chin.

Then the Daimyo, with a gesture, encouraged Nomura to take a turn and face-fuck the daughter of his rival.  Nomura strode over.  He was average in height, dark complexioned and lean in weight with an average sized penis, like the Daimyo’s.  His cock was very dark - the purple head prominent. 

Kazumi, in a trance now, bent to the task of sucking it - gagging and drooling as he pulled her head back and forth to fuck her mouth.  It didn’t take him long and soon his precious moment arrived.  What semen didn’t end up in her mouth ended up on her face.  The taste, the texture and the power of his maleness - the thought of the baby-making potency in his salty, sweet emission worked its magic on her.  Her face was now very sloppy.

Ohira, with his hulking, wrestler’s physique and his belly running to fat, was hard again.  Kazumi stared at him, as he announced that he was going to fuck her mouth.  She was startled at the size of Ohira’s penis.  It was longer than the others…and as thick as her wrist.  How had Chiyoko taken it in her mouth? 

Ohira swaggered over, grabbed her by the hair and positioned the wide, shiny, purple head against Kazumi’s closed mouth.  She tried to resist, but it was a token response, a foolish gesture.  She struggled to turn her face away, whimpering.  He slapped her and she just gave in.  He forced it in and it made her cheeks balloon; then he thrust it to the entrance to her throat and she began gagging and drooling all over again.

Sweating, drooling and gagging, Kazumi was used by Ohira as a simple fuck hole.  He used her hair to pull her mouth on and off his cock until he filled her mouth with a big load of semen.  He came a lot.  She coughed and it flew out of her mouth and even her nose in a torrent.  He pulled it out when he was still cumming and a wad landed on her nose. 

Kazumi gagged and tried to spit out what was in her mouth earning her a slap across the face from the hulking samurai.  Lesser spurts splashed over her face, her nose, mouth and chin.  He rammed it back in for her to suck again ....then took it out and holding it in one hand used the tip to smear the cum spattered all over her face. 

All the while Kazumi moaned and whimpered.  Afterwards, she was defiled with nasty mixture of his cum and saliva - a frothy mess.  Nomura shoved his cock in Chiyoko’s mouth to have her suck his cock as the Daimyo motioned to Tomo that he and Minoru were going to be allowed to have Kazumi service them too.

Tomo was obsessed with Kazumi and had all he could do to not show his excitement when he bound her.  It was normally impossible for someone like Tomo to have sexual access to a girl like Kazumi.  As he advanced on her, Kazumi stared fearfully at him and his imbecilic assistant and began whimpering. 

Tomo smiled and encouraged Minoru to take out his cock for her to suck.  Minoru was a young strong nineteen year old.  He was big and thick boned.  When he pulled out his cock, Kazumi gasped.   He was almost the same size as Ohira.  Another big cock to gag her.

To encourage her to do her best, Tomo began pinching, pulling and twisting her nipples.  He took his cock out from under his loincloth – already nice and hard - as Kazumi began worshipping Minoru’s cock.  Slowly, sweetly and with soft, sucking kisses and wet licks up and down the shaft - to licking up the pre-cum from his leaking piss-slit – and finally sucking it, Kazumi gave pleasure to the imbecile’s phallus. 

Tomo came over to stand right next to his assistant.  Minoru had his head back, with his eyes closed as Kazumi fellated him.  She looked over to steal a glance at Tomo’s penis and testicles.

Their cocks were so different.  Tomo’s was smaller, older with a hard brown shaft and a pinkish-gray knob.  His balls were in a loose sack.  The veins were prominent and his pubic hair was speckled with gray.  Minoru’s cock was long and thick with a long turtleneck of a foreskin and smelly, wet, purple cockhead.   His balls were contained in a tight brown sack.  He had very little pubic hair.  Tomo, at that moment, shoved his cock in her face and made her lick under his foreskin very carefully.  She smelled the musky odor.  He was soon dribbling.  It had a slippery, silky feel to it, and was surprisingly sweet.

As she went from one penis to the other, to Tomo's surprise, Kazumi began moaning, showing her excitement.  This was, of course, another humiliation. The noblewoman was showing her arousal at her degradation.  They both watched transfixed as she took in several more inches of Minoru’s cock so that it was right at the opening to her throat; so much so that she began to tear up, choke and gag again. 

As her saliva mixed with the secretions from his cock it formed slippery goo that he took delight in rubbing all over her face whenever he pulled his cock out.  She would then kiss, lick and suck on Tomo’s cock as the boy smeared the slimy stuff all over her face....

She opened her mouth even before she was told to, far enough so that she could take in about four or five inches of the imbecile’s cock.  She held one in each hand and alternated going from one to the other.  Minoru used every bit of his will power and self control to keep from cumming as she slobbered her pink tongue all around the head of his dick and up and down the shaft, making “kissy” sounds as she pressed her lips up against his straining manhood.

He dripped sweat all over her as she worshipped both cocks.  When she did not show the proper enthusiasm for his penis, Tomo pinched and stretched her nipples demandingly.  She was thus “encouraged” until she performed to his satisfaction.  The Daimyo and his two retainers chuckled at this.  They were enjoying the opportunity to torment and degrade a rival lord’s daughter, and her “performance” with the two untouchables was enough to delight even the most jaded samurai.

Then the two used her mouth like a pussy.  Face-fucking her until she gagged and coughed up their pre-cum and her saliva.  Kazumi struggled to take their cocks and not gag, but it was not to be.  The teenage imbecile came first - a huge amount – his penis erupting like a fire-hose. 

The torrents were so thick that Kazumi pulled back and they continued with such force that for a moment it looked like he was pissing semen instead of ejaculating.  He got it back in her mouth and forced it in deep until he was finished.  Afterwards, his erection didn’t diminish.  The imbecile had tremendous sexual power.

“Keep your mouth open," Tomo rasped at her as he took a step closer - holding his cock in one hand.

Spreading his legs, he brought the head of his cock close to Kazumi’s face.  The muscles in their thighs and abdomen began to tense up as jerked off - until finally he began to cum.  The blast caught Kazumi in the face, some going in her mouth, the rest splattering her cheek and pasting strands of her hair to her face. 

Tomo quickly grabbed her by the hair, yanking it hard as he alternated from her open mouth to spurting on her face until his balls drained.  Minoru then fucked her mouth again until he jetted a second time.  Both men had been very excited.  Minoru finished by milking his prick and shaking the last few drops onto her face.  The taste of all the semen she had been given was overwhelming to her.  Each man tasted so different. 

Tomo’s and Nomura’s ejaculation was smaller and clumpy.  Salty and a little sickening.  Minoru’s and Ohira’s were copious and sweeter, but still salty and runny.  All of them had been on the sexual edge and came quickly.  Both eta had been ready to rut since they tied her.

Both her face and her servant’s face were sticky with streamers and blobs of warm semen.  Tomo grinned - a satisfied look on his face. His aim had been good; he had sprayed his seed on her cheeks, chin and lips.  Minoru had gotten his seed on her nose, cheeks and even in her hair.  Tomo wiped up some of the semen, made her open her mouth, and then wiped it on her tongue.

After this the Daimyo and his samurai then sat down to eat, leaving the women to huddle together on the futon.  After consuming a full plateful of food, the Daimyo got up, grabbed Kazumi, forced her to lie on her back with her legs open and showing her his erection, began to use his penis to tease her.  He teased her vaginal opening, the sensitive lips and her “pearl”, her clitoris.  It felt so arousing, so good as he did that.  She couldn’t help herself.  She wanted him to stop, but another part of her wanted him to keep doing it.  He made her wet again. 

When she moaned, he smiled and said, “you like that don’t you whore?”

Then he pressed the head against her vaginal opening, the pressure on the sphincter hurt a little.  Kazumi began to beg, really to babble as he took his time, enjoying his control over her.  He pushed harder.  Kazumi could feel the pressure and wanted to scoot her hips out of the way.  He made sure she stayed put; he had Ohira hold her wrists as he prolonged the moment when his penis would pop inside her.

Even though she was wet and juicy…to Kazumi it felt at first like she was being torn…. and then the alien thing was forcing its way into her.  She cried out as it stretched open the mouth of her vagina.  He used force and pushed harder.  The stretching of her vagina was too much for Kazumi and she covered her face in shame. 

He slapped her.  For a moment she thought she was in a dream.  It hurt.  He took his penis out.  Holding his organ in his hand, wet with her secretions, he reached down and spread her wet sex open wider with his other hand.  When Kazumi complained and whimpered, he slapped her across the face again.

“Shut up you stupid whore,” he cursed at her.

He forced his cock back into her smelly sex again.  It felt good and ached at the same time.  He lay down on her and put his hands under her buttocks for leverage.  He then began to thrust into her slowly at first and then when he got more excited, he fucked her harder.

Kazumi had her hands on his upper arms and just held on.  What he was doing to her in her cunt hurt, but it was starting to feel good too.  Kazumi felt her vagina being stretched.  Her labia were oh so sore and tender.  His cock also felt hot inside her, hot and hard.  His penetration hurt, but the feeling of being penetrated aroused other feelings in her too. 

One part of Kazumi was not really surprised at this, and now, taken against her will Kazumi felt hot feelings building up in her loins as the Daimyo raped her.  He quickened his thrusts and gasped quickly several times.  Then he grunted. Kazumi realized that he was discharging his seed into her.

She was horrified, and wondered if she would become pregnant.  His organ throbbed and twitched as he completed the act of intercourse.  He looked down and smiled at her as he pulled it out.  It made a sound like a mule pulling his foot out of gooey mud.  She had not cum, but still felt the warm itch in her pussy.  His seed began to drool from her stretched, hot hole......

He leaned back and took a deep breath.  Kazumi lay on the futon, his semen starting to run out of her pussy, down the crack.  She closed her eyes.  She felt so violated and still open and somehow ready to cum – to have an orgasm.  Then, she looked over and saw that Ohira was beginning to fuck Chiyoko. Wedging himself between her spread legs, Ohira used his thick cudgel cock like a weapon and pushed against the plump servant girl’s vaginal opening, forcing open the folds of the wet flesh.

She panted and gasped, as she felt the walls of her pussy being slowly spread apart again, but very wide as he used his cock as an intruder to force his way into her.  She groaned in pleasure-pain as her womanhood was violated, stretched wide and opened.  She was sweating heavily, and grunting shamelessly. 

She felt stuffed, her body impaled, as his cock squeezed further into her tight vaginal sheath.  He was slowly opening her, his big, fat cock reaching places deep inside her, creating an intense sensation of fullness.

By the time he finally bottomed out, Chiyoko was overwhelmed, gasping and moaning.  Her mouth stretched wide but she made no sound for a few moments and it was only as he drew back and rammed her again that her cry echoed round the room.  The hulking samurai slammed against into her again and again; fucking her in a raw rhythm that bruised the delicate inner tissues of her vagina.  But as he continued his violation, she began to respond.

“Aaaaaaah. It h-h-hurts...please...please...pleee...oooooohhh.

Oh…OH…OH…OH…OH…AAHHHH…OOHHHH….AAAHHHH…OOOOHHHH.”

As Ohira raped her, Nomura came over to play with her tits as she began to feel herself approaching an orgasm.  One part of her didn’t want to let the brutish Ohira have this victory over her, but she couldn’t help respond to the stretching pressure and tantalizing friction in her sex-hole. 

When her orgasm exploded Chiyoko almost passed out.  From its epicenter deep inside her ......her orgasm quickly blossomed out in intensely pleasurable waves that went up into her belly and down her thighs.  She gave herself over to her orgasm completely, making no attempt whatever to control her writhing body or stifle the animalistic sounds that poured from some deep, primitive place inside her. 

“OHHHHHHH....AAAAAAAHHHHHH......OHHHHH...AHHHHHHHH.”

Ohira was pleased with himself as he looked down at her sweaty face…the sweat was just dripping off her.  Then he pulled his still hard cock out of her pussy, which now gaped open.  To her shame, she had cum from being raped in front of her mistress.  There was no mistaking it…her body and the sounds she made told the story.  Chiyoko had orgasmed like a common whore as Ohira raped her.  Ohira had not cum yet and his big cock was still hard as a club.  The Daimyo saluted his number one with a raised cup of sake. 

Ohira pulled out, but he made her turn over and get on her knees and elbows as he got behind her - grinning.  He wagged his cock around and slapped it against her cheeks.  He ran the tip over her hole teasing her, and then he just took her roughly forcing his thick cock inside her already wet hole.  He took his time, but she was very wet.  Ohira forced his cock in her up to his balls, making her groan. 

Seeing that she responded to being fucked hard and deep, he forced his cock in as far as it would go deep, as deep as he could get it.  It just touched her cervix and she groaned.  But he found that in the dog position that there was a spot just inside her hole if he put pressure there right on the G-spot, the urethral sponge, he could make her groan and moan.  This is where he concentrated; working that spot.  Chiyoko felt the building tickle inside her that told her she was making another climb to an orgasm.

She came again…her cries ending in a shriek.  Ohira then began to speed up and grunting, his fucking reached a crescendo and his balls pulled up tight against his groin in their sack, and he began ejaculating with a roar.  His seed filled her and began squirting out from between their tightly connected genitals.  When he pulled out, her sex hole was red, swollen and gaped open, and drooled his heavy load of cum.

Very quickly the Daimyo stepped up to take a turn.  He was hard, hot and erect again and quickly forced the purple head of his veined cock into Chiyoko’s still spasming and drooling hole.  He wasted no time.  He slammed forward, pushing into her and his cock slid deep into her hole for a fuck.

Crying and moaning, she could only wriggle her ass.  Ohira and Nomura grinned at one another as they held her for their Daimyo to take his pleasure.  For almost ten minutes Murakami raped her.  Then he pulled out.  He grabbed a fistful of her beautiful black hair, now matted with sweat, and jerked her head back.

The Daimyo got behind her and spread her already messy butt cheeks.  He spit on her anus and began to work the purple head of his cock into the servant girl’s shithole.  Chiyoko cried out as he forced the nasty penetration on her.  She had never been subjected to this and she resisted or tried to.  Ohira’s flat, brown bestial face broke out in a grin. 

The Daimyo celebrated by thrusting his cock against her tight sphincter.  Chiyoko grunted as once again she felt his cock burrowing inside her, spreading her anal walls apart, reaming her tight channel and putting pressure on the front wall of her pussy - on her G-spot.  She felt a rush of hot pleasure as he grabbed her hips and began thrusting, pumping his cock into her hard and fast.

She became completely unraveled, shaking her head from side to side and beating her fists against the futon, all the while delivering an unbroken babble of screams, groans and cries as he reamed her out.  She wouldn't have thought it possible, after the initial hurt, but her rectum enjoyed the feelings of being penetrated.  Murakami had hit a sensitive spot inside her.

Then he grunted something to Ohira who grabbed her by the shoulders as the Daimyo pulled her back.  She ended up lying on Murakami with his cock still buried in her asshole.  Nomura then shuffled forward on his knees to penetrate her pussy.  He worked his cock into her hole already wet with his comrade’s ejaculation and her own copious juices.  The pressure of two cocks, especially the Daimyo’s in her sexhole left her feeling so stuffed.

Then Nomura began to fuck her.  Slowly at first and then as the stretched her out again, he began to thrust more forcefully.  The Daimyo began to hump up as much as his position would allow and both men then double fucked the young woman.  It only took a moment, but Chiyoko came again.  Very noisy, she grunted and then groaned and finally shrieked as she climaxed hard.

The Daimyo, feeling her vaginal contractions, grunted and yelled when he ejaculated, but he pulled out so that a thin white ribbon of semen spurted over Nomura’s balls and slopped back down and landed on her shit-hole.  Chiyoko closed her eyes and just moaned.  When he was done, she was a sloppy mess.  Nomura pulled out and scooped up some of the mess drooling from her stretched, swollen anus and made her open her mouth to wipe it on her tongue.

She just opened her mouth like a baby, she was beyond caring - she was feeling so many emotions:  the afterglow of cumming - the humiliation and the degradation she felt.  The Daimyo barked at her that she made a mess and grabbing her by the hair forced her face down to Nomura’s crotch to make her lick up the semen which had wet his balls.  

Ohira then got Kazumi on her back and pushed her thighs up against her breasts.  Following this, he mounted her.  Nomura held her by her wrists.  But soon, he grabbed her ankles to pull them up and over her head, so his hulking partner could fuck the noblewoman’s spread open pussy.  Ohira fucked Kazumi for ten minutes before he began to taunt her.

“What do you want, whore,” he asked gruffly?

“Please, please,” she whimpered, hoping he would stop humiliating her, but knowing otherwise.

He tightened his grip on her hipbones, and Nomura held her face so she couldn’t hide.  Ohira found her clit and began diddling it, causing her to shudder. When she continued to resist, he slapped her face.  He wanted her to verbally submit and kept after her….

“Tell me whore. Tell me what you want.”

She was close to being beaten and knew it.

"Fuck me…...........fuck me….......... FUCK ME,” she panted in a voice choked with emotion, her tone revealing her shame.

Ohira grinned at his victory over her and motioned for Nomura to let her go.  Then he really pounded her hard.  During this time Kazumi came not once but twice.  She felt the stretching pressure in her pussy and when he bottomed out and pounded the head of his cock into her epicenter, Kazumi had her first uterine orgasm.  Ohira pounded her to a second convulsive orgasm, making her shriek.  Ohira finally ejaculated into her vagina.

Kazumi came as hard from Ohira’s big cock stretching her as her servant did.  After this, the three men kept taking turns with the two women over the next hour.  Each time one of them came.....they mocked the girls for being whores.  Ohira grabbed Kazumi by the hair, pulled her to her knees and scooped some semen from her drooling cunt and made her open her mouth.  He wiped his messy fingers on her tongue.  Kazumi felt completely degraded.  They just left both women on the futon - flopped there like fish that had been landed and left to die.  They had been reduced to sloppy used whores..... their pussies very sore, wet and oozing semen.  Then the Daimyo let Tomo and Minoru fuck Kazumi.  This was a terrible degradation. 

They were untouchables.  After each man had cum in Kazumi’s sex-hole, Tomo stuck a finger inside her to release the cum, and when it really began running down her crack he scooped it up to make her take it in her mouth. She cringed and tried to pull back to avoid the indignity, but like everything else that had been done to her, there was no escape. The Daimyo dismissed both etas after this.

Ohira got hard again.  He wanted more of Kazumi.  He sported another hot, hard erection…his fat cock reared back and looked like the flared head of a cobra.  He made Kazumi face away, bend down, spread her legs and pull her cheeks apart.  He spit on her anus to get it wet.  He pressed and pushed on the opening with his finger.  Feeling the muscular ring flex and tighten, he smiled and then slowly and sadistically forced his finger into her hole, twisting and pressing against the grip of her muscles until he reached her inner sphincter. 

He forced it open and then it gripped his finger involuntarily.  He grinned at the pleasure of violating her there and making her squirm.  It hurt and she didn’t want to him to violate her there.  Everyone knew that only whores were abused that way.  She cringed when the Daimyo had sodomized Chiyoko in front of her.

“OOOOOOOOOhhhhhhh…...............Naaaahhhh.”

Her scream was more helpless outrage at the invasion than any real pain as his finger sank past the knuckle until his hand was pressed deep into the cleft of her buttocks.  Her breath whistled through her nose as she pressed her lips together, trying not to react as he slowly twisted and turned his finger inside her rectum. It was no use…every twist and turn made her groan.  At last he pulled free and she gasped again.

“Let us see if my “snake” will fit,” Ohira said as he spit on her anus again.

Using his saliva and the mess in her pussy, he lubricated her anus and then rubbed the head of his cock against the tight opening in a sort of threatening way.  As if to say, “this is where I’m going to fuck you next.”

Kazumi struggled to get away.  In the end she was forced to lie on her belly and stare into space as the hulking samurai pushed his cock against the tight, resisting brown ring of her anus.  It hurt as it stretched the sphincter.  It felt so much bigger than his finger.  She cried out and began to beg.  He spit on her anus again and again and scooped up the mess drooling from her sexhole to add to the

lubrication.  Being spit on was a violation to her.  It was degrading to have someone spit on you.  But all the more so in preparation for being sodomized.

“Nuh-nuh-p-p-please...uuuh, nah, N-naaaaah, Oh p-please … ah-aaah...aaaah. Oh Nooooooooo.”

Indifferent to her pleas and wails of protest, Ohira worked his cock into the buttery depths of her rectum until his pubic hair was tickling her crack.  He paused and adjusted his position, grabbed her by the hair, and then began to sodomize her forcefully.  It was all long slow strokes that brought fresh grunts and cries with each thrust.  Spread open, Kazumi was unable to resist in any meaningful way.  He used her hair like the reins on a horse to ride her.

The stretching of her shit-hole and the deep intrusion of his cock into her rectum was painful at first for her.  Her sphincters were very tight.  But this forced intrusion into her most personal hole was another physical sensation that she soon found had pleasures of its own for her to experience.  What it said about her was not good by the standards of her class, but there was no denying that some part of her responded this new nasty use of her body by a man.

All she could do was bang her fists against the floor and thrash her head from side to side.  Even breathing was a torment as Ohira kept his weight on her. She cried and yelped during most of the time he reamed her shit-hole.  He even made her rub her clitoris as he sodomized her.  He wanted her to cum this way adding to his amusement and her shame.  And to no one’s surprise, even Kazumi’s, she had an orgasm.

“Oh….oh…..oh….uh…uh…UHHHHH…UHHHHHH….UHHHHHH.”

At last his movements quickened and he grunted like an animal as she felt the warm spurting discharge deep inside her shit-hole.  He lay down on her fully. He finally pulled it out.  He let the final dribble of semen land on the dark, swollen ring of her anus.  There was semen pooled in her stretched sore rectum. He told Nomura that Kazumi was now, “his shit-hole slut.”  Kazumi rolled the words over in her mind as she touched her sore anus: ‘a shit-hole slut.  I am a shit-hole slut’.

At Ohira’s direction, she had to stick her finger in her asshole.  Then he made her smell her dirty finger and lick it clean.  Then he made her suck his dirty cock clean.  He took every opportunity to degrade her.  She wanted to maintain her dignity, but by having cum like a ordinary whore, even as she was sodomized, she had nothing left.  No dignity, no self-esteem, nothing.  Ohira had raped her mind as well as her body.

The Daimyo finally examined her cunt.  It was wet and open.  The outer labial folds were swollen.  The sensitive flesh wet inner labia showed deep red. Her anus was open and slack.  He could see inside.  Her shit-hole had been stretched into an ‘O’, a toothless mouth.  It was a sore, loose open hole, drooling semen.

There was semen on her face, neck, hair, tits, belly, thighs and ass.  They had totally used and abused her.

But they were not done with both girls however.  Murakami had one final indignity for Kazumi and Chiyoko.  Whispering to them in a mocking voice…he called them ‘his whores’, as he took hold of his cock - made them kneel side-by-side and open their mouths.  Then he urinated.  He aimed his hot, yellow stream at their faces and barked at them to keep their mouths open so that he use them like the latrine.  

As he pissed into their mouths, both women gagged.  He did not rush.  In fact he stopped his stream twice.  He wanted them to experience it totally.  Both women shuddered at this most degrading violation....a new depth of being violated.  Nomura came over and taking his cock out, began pissing on their faces as well.  Combined with the urge to gag and wanting to vomit…it aroused an even deeper level of masochism in both women, but especially in Chiyoko. 

Retching and gagging, Kazumi wanted to close her mouth as Nomura pissed, but the Daimyo made it clear that they were both to keep their mouths open, letting the urine run in and out, to pour down the fronts of their bodies.  Murakami made Chiyoko swallow....seeing how she reacted, he pressed her to accept this additional defilement.

Both of them could barely stand at the end of the ordeal.  They were allowed to dress in their soiled kimonos as a guard showed up to escort them back to their cell.  Nineteen year old Kazumi and twenty year old Chiyoko laid on their tatamis naked under thin cotton blankets that night in their little cells and relived the experience. 

The rope torture had been a terrible experience.  The parts where they  had experienced arousal were the most disturbing of all.  But in the end, what lingered were the feelings of being aroused to orgasms and the intense emotions that were stirred up inside both women as a result of their abuse.

Kazumi had been forced to confront a hidden side.  To have men force her and to respond shocked her.  She found it hard to reconcile her body’s response to being abused and raped.  The growing warmth and wetness between her legs…...the swelling of her breasts and nipples…...once those feelings started, it had been impossible to make them stop.  Chiyoko was very disturbed too.  She had shown how low she could go, or had she?

The next two days were agony.  All they could do was wait and worry about what was in store for them.  Kazumi meditated to steel herself for whatever was to come… She wondered if she would be made to confess.  Chiyoko worried about the cross they found on her.  If they accused her of being a Christian, and wanted her to confess to those charges, and she refused - she knew that torture and banishment awaited her.  If so, how she would hold up under torture? 

Kazumi wondered if she would ever be returned her to her father.  Would she be exiled?   If she became an embarrassment to her father, would he take her back?  She decided she must not confess to any charges they brought against her.  If she was tortured…...she must hold out - survive the torture and show them by her courage and conviction that she was innocent.  She wondered if she could hold out.  And the suspense was a torment - making her wait and agonize...a terrible ordeal. 

Chiyoko and Kazumi both decided to hold out.  It had already been decided that Kazumi would be presented with a confession that she was a spy. Chiyoko would be accused of being a Christian.  If they refused to sign the confessions, both women knew that torture was next.  The official proceedings were almost never conducted unless there was every reason to believe that the suspects would confess publicly--because the confession had already been obtained, written out, and sealed before the official trial began.  It was always done that way.

The official appearance before the magistrate was a formality.  Failure to obtain such a public confession would bring disgrace to Lord Murakami’s house. Naturally, the ideal was to obtain the confession without the use of torture by questioning alone - skill at which was a point of pride.  If it wasn't, then torture was the only way to get the required confession.  Anything less was not acceptable.  The old jailer came by to look after them.

He spoke to Kazumi, looked at her sadly and said, “When they bring you before the judge and ask you to confess - don’t let them torture you.  Tell them what they want - don’t let them do unspeakable things to you.”

Kazumi was startled by his words. Touched too, but confessing was not in her mind. Still, it was a generous gesture and she appreciated the old man’s kind words.

Chapter 3  

Tortures and Confession

Three men came to their cells in turn: a police official, Ohira and Nomura.  The policeman questioned Kazumi, accused her of being a spy.  He accused Chiyoko of being a Christian.  He offered both women a written confession for them to sign.  Kazumi and Chiyoko both politely refused.  So he threatened each of them with torture.  They still refused.  So, then both had their wrists tied behind their backs.

The three men took both women to a special place: the “drilling room” (sensakujo) located deep inside the ro-yashiki.  There were two executors - in this case Tomo and his assistant, Minoru.  And by official law a doctor, named Maeda, was in attendance to insure safety.  But he was there mostly to provide a written document that if anyone died - it happened under legal supervision.

The chamber was dark and dank.  The walls were festooned with coils of rope, manacles, leather and cloth cuffs, whips, gags, paddles, and rods made from bamboo and birch.  Puddles of light were created by a half dozen oil lamps, but the room's edges and the beamed ceiling remained dark. 

A fire pit, off to one side, glowed with hot embers.  A handful of copper prods had turned red-hot in the coals.  The banked fire filled the air with an acrid smoke that left a blue haze in the room.  The place stank.  The smell of excitement, urine, sweat and fear filled the room.  Kazumi began shivering......

The first proscribed torture was whipping (mutchiuchi).  Sometimes a female prisoner (joshu), especially a servant, would be discretely exposed for this.  Approval had been granted to flog both women in the nude.

Tomo roughly told them, “strip.” 

They had no choice and it was mortifying to be forced to disrobe, but soon both were naked.  There was a sheen of sweat on Kazumi’s upper lip and her underarms were damp with fear.  Chiyoko began weeping a little - sounding for all the world like a little girl.  Her tears dripped down to wet her breasts as she stood there in humiliation.  Her fat, floppy breasts jiggled, swayed and bobbed every time she moved.  There was nothing she could do about it.  All her feminine charms were on display.  The hot flush of embarrassment colored Kazumi’s face.  She was exposing not only her breasts but her buttocks and pubic hair to commoners.....

Both were tied with their arms behind their backs - the ropes going above and below the breasts and around the upper arms with their forearms bound on top of each other with their wrists tied together.  Made to kneel, a stout rope was passed around them and held by taut by two guards.

Tomo and Minoru used a special scourge for this torture called a shimoto.  About twenty inches long, at the thick end it was three inches in diameter and the narrow end tapered down to an inch where it was wrapped in leather to form a handle.  It was constructed from two thin bamboo canes laid side-by-side and wrapped lengthwise in hempen cloth, and then hemp twine was wrapped crosswise the whole length.  The business end was exposed with the bamboo shredded like a brush to make it hurt more.

Tomo stood beside Kazumi and raised the weapon over his head.  Then with a mighty exertion he swung it down in an arc.  It whistled through the air and landed with a cruel sound – “WHIP”. Kazumi grunted in pain; it hurt worse than she imagined.  He used the scourge to beat Kazumi on the middle of her back. The shimoto made cruel hard stinging sounds as it landed.....

WHIP…...........WHIP….....WHIP...........WHIP.

Tomo changed sides often and made the blows land as hard as he could.  Soon her flesh was scored with a dozen angry red weals.  He beat her until she fainted.  Minoru scourged Chiyoko until she was screaming.  After they revived Kazumi with smelling salts, the doctor examined her.  She whimpered and begged for mercy.

“Please…..................no.....more…please….....oh………………please…...........mercy…............PLEASE…...........OH….OH.”

Since she still hadn’t confessed, Tomo resumed the flogging.

“No, please…no…no …no more…. please,” Kazumi babbled.

WHIP …WHIP….........WHIP…WHIP….......WHIP…WHIP….......WHIP.

“Uhhhh….ohhhh….OHHH…..OHHHH….OH…..OHHHHHHHH.”

Kazumi’s screams rose, as the beating went on and fiery pain got worse.  Tomo paused between each blow.  Then she would hear the sound of the bamboo slicing thru the air and the wet, sick sound as it landed on her pulpy, beaten back.  She screamed again …the sound echoing around the chamber... Each blow delivered more agony as Tomo brought the scourge down again and again…making her howl like a defenseless animal.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH……............OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW.”

“WHIP..........WHIP.....WHIP....WHIP....WHIP.

 

“OOOOOOOOhhhhhh….AAAhhhhhhh…oooohhh…owww.. O-o-o-oooohhhh.”

WHIP….......WHIP…......WHIP….......WHIP…......WHIP…........WHIP.

The horrible scourging went on and on.  As Minoru beat Chiyoko she screamed like a cat as each stroke left her raw and scored.  The flat, wet, remorseless rhythm of each blow - followed by her mortifying howls.

WHIP…WHIP…..WHIP…....WHIP…......WHIP….......WHIP. 

She began begging like a child, “please stop…please stop….......please stop….PLEASE STOP…no more…PLEASE.”

Her voice had become a hoarse, babbling pleading, interspersed with single shrieks.  Kazumi was in hell.  She had lost control of her bladder…and as Tomo grinned, a big, hot, smelly stream of piss burst from her cunt to splash onto the stone floor.  She had been reduced to a pissing, pain puppet. 

The doctor came over to inspect her and decided that she’d had enough in that spot.  Her mid-back was covered with two dozen ugly, angry weals. There was a trickle of blood from two spots.  Her back looked like raw meat.  Tomo rubbed a handful of fine white salt into her wounds to stop the bleeding.  It added a searing agony to the pain she already was enduring.  The policeman rubbed his chin, cleared his throat and asked Kazumi to confess to being a spy. 

He showed her the confession that had already been written.  Firm in her commitment to hold out, Kazumi shook her head no-no-no and whimpered as he turned away from her to confer with Dr. Maeda about whether or not she could stand any more torture.  The doctor advised him that both women were strong and could take more.

So, shivering, both women watched fearfully as Tomo and Minoru set up the next ordeal.  This was the “hugging the stones” torture (ishidaki).  Both were made to kneel on a small platform topped with sharp wood triangular bars.  Forced to kneel on this cruel board and still bound around their upper arms with the wrists tied behind them – as the sharp edges dug into the front of their calves, the pain became intolerable.  It grew into an agonizing ache very quickly. 

Both women cringed as Tomo and Minoru lugged over black slabs of stone; each weighed twenty-five pounds.  They each placed one on top of both girls’ thighs. The pressure on the knee joints added to the agony they felt on their calves.  The tendons and ligaments in the joints were stretched to their agonizing limit and the nerves fretted to the maximum.  They felt it in their ankles too.  It soon became an excruciating ordeal.

Kazumi writhed and her head lolled from side to side as the pain built.  She perspired heavily and it dripped down her face, neck and breasts to land on the heavy black stone in her lap.  When she refused to confess, Tomo added a second slab.  Kazumi groaned as this additional weight made her whine and mewl like a cat being strangled.  Those standing behind her could see heart-shaped buttocks spread invitingly and if one looked carefully… the brown pucker of her anus. 

If the women wouldn’t confess, they could expect as many as eight additional slabs of stone on their thighs.  Minoru added a second slab of stone to Chiyoko’s lap. Then he came back with the shimoto and swished it thru the air catching her attention.  She whined as the boy, his face and neck shiny with sweat, got ready to hurt her with it again.  Combining two tortures had a great track record in getting suspects to confess.

She saw the dumb look in his black eyes as he took a position behind to beat her. The sound of the bamboo hitting her back resounded thru the gloom of the dank room.  Chiyoko bit her lip in pain and cried out each time he hit her. He smiled at Tomo, who encouraged him.  Each time he hit her, you could hear the hissing intake of breath from her right after the split ends of the bamboo made a wet noise as it scored her flesh.  After several blows Chiyoko began screaming again.  Encouraged, Minoru began raining a continuous rain of blows across her upper back and shoulders. 

The blows left her upper back raw with quite of few of the edges showing blood.  Apart from her animal squeals and the murmurs from those in attendance - the only sounds were the rapid ‘twick, twick, twick, twick’… the tattoo of the bamboo as the boy beat her.  Each fast, sharp blow of the bamboo made her shriek.  In between screaming, she sobbed uncontrollably to wet her tits with her tears.  Minoru beat her until her flesh was so raw, she wouldn’t be able to wear anything on her back without crying for a day.  Finally, he stopped.  Her eyes were closed and her chest heaved as she sucked air into her lungs.

“Oh… mercy…please …please…mercy,” she babbled.

She shuddered as she saw the hot eager expression on his imbecilic face.  When a fourth slab was added, Chiyoko gave a strangled cry and passed out. She had to be revived with smelling salts.  Minoru waited awhile and then dumped a fifth stone slab on her thighs. 

With one hundred and twenty pounds on her, almost as much as she weighed… the torment was indescribable and she lost consciousness again.  The boy went back to beating her again with the shimoto.  She had to be revived repeatedly.  Then she began bawling that she was ready to confess.  Minoru had broken her.

Minoru untied her so that the policeman could get her signature on the confession that had already been written for her.  What the poor girl didn’t fully realize was that she was signing her death warrant.  She had confessed to being a “Christian”.  Tomo then turned his attention to Kazumi.  She had been suffering, but holding on. 

He decided not to beat her any more.  He got approval from the court’s representative to subject Kazumi to the next proscribed torture.  This was a cruel bondage called the “prawn” or the “ball” (ebizeme).  In cases where scourging and hugging the stones failed, the prawn was used.  It put the person into the shape of a shrimp curled up into a tight ball.

Tomo got her up to sit cross-legged on the bare floor.  Her arms already tied behind her back, he then bound her ankles together and brought the two ends of the rope over her shoulders, where he looped them through the rope binding her arms. 

Then, Tomo used his foot to press down on her sore, beaten back, forcing her down toward her crossed calves, at the same time pulling up on the ropes and raising her feet off the floor.  She groaned as she was pressed into a tight, little ball.  When she was doubled over as far as physically possible, and a little farther, he tied the second rope to the first.  She was now the “prawn”. 

Then Tomo sat with his back up against the far wall and waited patiently for the torture to have its effect.  Soon, Kazumi was moaning steadily as the bondage put tremendous pressure on the muscles, tendons, ligaments and nerves of her back as well as her internal organs. 

Minutes passed............then an hour...........then an hour and a half ticked by.  Bound tightly in this position, Kazumi’s whole body soon baked with fiery pain.  It became so severe that her body actually changed color - first red – and then purple.  It was at this point that she could take no more, and she began to cry out:

“PLEASE….PLEASE…....I…WILL….CONFESS….PLEASE….NO…………...MORE…PLEASE…..Please stop….no more….please…no more. I WILL CONFESS… I....I…I WILL CONFESS....I will confess…PLEEEEEASE…NO MORE.”

Kazumi had broken; her resolve crumbled like a dry rice cake.

The police official said, “All you have to say is – I am a SPY.  SAY IT…........SAY IT.”

Broken finally in body and spirit…Kazumi choked out in sobbing gasps, “don’t hurt me any more…please…please….....Y…yes…I am a spy.  I am a SPY. I am a  spy…I am a  spy.  YES…YES…I AM… I AM A SPY. …....NO MORE…Please don’t hurt me anymore…..PLEASE…please…please…I have nothing more to tell….mercy…mercy….please…..no…..more….PLEASE....Untie me…please untie me…untie me.........PLEASE.”

They untied her.  Kazumi felt she was at the end of a long road as she was made to sign the confession.  Her hand shook as she added her signature to the bottom of the scroll.  The ordeal was over.  Kazumi and her maid had been broken.  Each had been tortured to the point of babbling idiocy.  Minoru looked at Tomo.  His master’s face was wreathed in smiles. 

A day later, when she recovered somewhat from her ordeal and had been sentenced, Kazumi felt anger towards Lord Murakami.  She knew he was behind all this.  He had not once shown his face the whole day.  He was content to let his servants do his dirty work.   She also felt a certain disgust and hatred toward Tomo too.  He was a real nasty piece of work.  He seemed to take an enormous delight in what he did to her.  Minoru, as an imbecile, was to be pitied.  He was handicapped and a tool in the hands of men like Murakami and Tomo.  The Daimyo had found a real monster in Tomo Fukuda.

They brought Kazumi and Chiyoko to the magistrate’s court dressed in gray prison clothes the next day.  From this point on, both would both have only shujin-i to wear, the uniform of prisoners: gray cotton pants and a top with no print or pattern. 

As a noblewoman, Kazumi was used to silk.  Cotton was for peasants.  She looked tired and fearful.  There was very little commotion in the hall as they were brought to the place of judgment.  Spectators were respectful of the scheduled proceedings.  Several samurai guards stood in a knot looking appropriately fearsome and saying little.

Some kumi elders, from the three villages under the Daimyo’s protectorate, arrived.  There was not any jockeying for position because an unspoken pecking order sorted the throng out, and soon everyone found “their” place in the hall.  As they waited, the hall itself had the effect of making the proceedings somber.  Beams and pillars dominated.  At the far end was a raised platform behind a closed paper/bamboo door. 

Behind this door was a backless chair…a sort of throne.  When a gong was struck, everyone bowed as Sakai, the samurai magistrate, appeared ....as servants parted the sliding doors.  Seated majestically on the chair, Sakai was in his late fifties …a short, pudgy man with a moustache and beard.  A stern countenance obscured his otherwise porcine features.  The demands of his office required him to wear an indestructible “power” face.

Kazumi was escorted before Sakai by two samurai guards.  Her long black hair hung down straight, like a peasant.  One of the guards put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her to a kneeling position - in obeisance before the judge.  Sakai sat, his impassive features revealing little, as the men in the chamber ogled her and listened to a recitation of her confession read by a scribe. 

She soon showed the strain of being on her knees on the cold, hard, stone floor.  Some onlookers commented that she was attractive – with full feminine curves, beautiful eyes and a pretty mouth. 

She did not look at the Judge directly, and answered him when he asked if her signed confession was true, in a subdued, polite manner.  For Kazumi, it was a losing situation no matter what she did, and she realized that her capture was designed to embarrass her father.  Sakai asked her formally:

“Sato San…..is this your true confession?”

“Yes.”

The political fall-out would be a boon to Lord Murakami and bad for Lord Sato.  He would suffer the humiliation of having a hated Christian discovered in his own household and his daughter an admitted spy.  The Shogun would not be pleased.  The Shogun’s representative, an officious toad of man, Kaito Nakada, suggested that since Kazumi had admitted guilt, perhaps a deal could be made to return her to her father? 

The political backlash for Lord Sato would be considerable.  But the political intrigues that swirled about – things that Kazumi knew nothing about - would keep her in Lord Murakami’s custody for awhile longer.  Her ordeals were not over.  For as long as she was in custody, she was an admitted spy to be treated as Lord Murakami saw fit.  Chiyoko, as an admitted Christian, was facing banishment or death, as the magistrate saw fit.  Nakada stepped forward to confer with Sakai, who nodded gravely at whatever the Shogun’s representative had to say.

Sakai then ordered punishments for their crimes.  He condemned Kazumi first to be paraded naked through the main village, then beaten on the buttocks and finally to be bound and exhibited.  Chiyoko, since she was an admitted Christian, would have to ride the “wooden horse” for five hours.  These punishments were designed to humiliate them.  It would add to Lord Murakami reputation to show that he could do this to a rival’s daughter.  Sakai indicated to Tomo Fukuda that he would be in charge.  Nakada then stepped over to have a few words with Tomo.....

Guards escorted the women back to their cells to await the execution of their sentence.  Public exhibition was the Japanese version of the stocks or the pillory.  The victim was forced to strip and marched naked through the village.  They were taken to the village square, tied and subjected to whatever additional torment had been decreed and exhibited and exposed to public scorn and ridicule of the mob. 

It would be a nasty ordeal for Kazumi.  Chiyoko was facing even worse, as the Shogun’s representative was there to make sure that she not only confessed, but, under his personal supervision, renounced her faith in the hated religion brought to their country by the Portuguese.

Chapter 4    Punishment

The next day, a few hours after the morning meal, Tomo and Minoru took Kazumi from her cell.  Tomo made her drink a pitcher of water before they left for the village square.  She protested that she did not need to drink any more after the first two cups, but Tomo made her drink all of it until her belly felt very bloated.  They made her strip, tied her arms behind her back by her thumbs and looped a cord around her neck to tie it to her thumbs, pulling her hands up her back.  Then they added a long lead, like a leash around her neck, so she could be led like a dog.  Very mortifying...

They procession to the village square included, besides Kazumi, a judicial scribe, Tomo, Minoru, and two samurai guards.  As they began their march thru the village, curious faces and some angry ones lined the road as the group passed doorways and gardens.  Kazumi couldn’t keep her breasts from bouncing.  It was humiliating in the extreme to be paraded naked before commoners and peasants.  She tried to ignore the stares and the taunts. 

When they got to the village square, they marched her over to the place of punishment and exhibition.  At least she was not at home where people knew her.  She was in a hostile village, but it was very humiliating nevertheless.  She felt very submissive the more she was humiliated and being naked in public was as bad as it gets....

In the square, there was a raised wooden platform dominated by a heavy wooden frame.  A low bench sat off to one side.  Kazumi’s arrival had attracted a growing throng.  Some had brought food for the festivities.  A few women carried little parasols to shield them from the sun.  The scribe read her confession from a scroll.  This type of public disgrace had the effect of discouraging anyone from breaking the law. 

Tomo pushed her forward to face the crowd and then untied her to make her lie face down on the bench now positioned under the frame.  One guard grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms to full stretch over her head; the other took hold of her ankles.  Tomo then brought out a long, thin bamboo cane.  He showed it to Kazumi who cringed at the sight of the tool.  She was to be whipped with this thin cane on her buttocks and thighs.  Tomo took a position and began....................

    

WHAP.  WHAP. WHAP. WHAP.

By the 15th blow, Kazumi’s buttocks had reddened and she writhed in the grasp of the two guards.  It was erotic the way she clenched and unclenched her buttocks.  She tightened and relaxed her butt cheeks trying to ride out the pain.  It was the only thing she could do.  Her “dancing buttocks” provided a delightful sight.  The men in the crowd edged closer to peek at her crack.  She began grunting as the blows took their toll...

“OH…UH…UH….......UH….UHHH….OH…OH….UHH…OH.”

 

WHAP .............WHAP …..........WHAP…......  WHAP.........WHAP.

Tomo kept up a steady rhythm; the cane sang as he cut through the air, the impacts making a satisfying sound when they met her churning flesh.

WHAP....WHAP….WHAP…WHAP.

Within a short time, the pain became agonizing, and Kazumi began “singing”.  At first she only whimpered.  Then she began to moan and groan - then louder.  Finally, she began to cry out.

“Oooooooooowwwwww……ooooooooooohhhhhhh…OH…OH….UHHH…OH….UHHHH….OWWWWW….OOOOOOHHHH…..UHHH…..OH…OH…UHH….OOOOOOOOHHHHH.”

Her flesh got redder and more marked as the beating went on.  The cumulative blows made the pain grow; and the two full ovals of her bottom cheeks began to quiver and twitch as if they had a life of their own.  She kept tensing and then unclenching them.  At one point, as if trying to distract herself, she humped the bench.  She looked like she was inviting a lover to fuck her.

Ashamed at not being able to control herself, she hid her face between her arms.  She heard the crowd’s rude mocking and taunts and these were like an arrow in her mind.  And the cruel eta, Tomo, who had fucked her mouth and pussy, was enjoying his power over her to the extreme.  He kept up a nasty commentary.... taunting and mocking her as he whipped her. 

WHAP..........WHAP...........WHAP.................WHAP..........WHAP………..WHAP....WHAP.......WHAP............WHAP.

“Whore....slut.....this is what you are.....what you deserve.....cry out slut....let them hear you.....cry out.”

Again and again the percussive blows landed.  Kazumi was lost in a labyrinth of pain and shame.  The blows were not all that hard…their power was in the accumulation of blows that, as it continued, produced a deep agonizing pain.

WHAP....WHAP.......WHAP.................... WHAP...............WHAP.........WHAP.

Tomo gave her two hundred strokes with the cane.  When he was done, he motioned to the guards that they could release her.  Her buttocks were as red as the flesh of a butchered salmon.  Her cheeks were raw and so were her thighs.  Then, he had them stand her up so he could bind her.  First he bound her wrists together; then scratchy hemp rope around her waist.  Finally ropes were tied to her knees. 

They hauled her up to hang from the overhead beam.  It was Tomo’s decision how to bind and exhibit her.  He planned to expose Kazumi in the most lewd and humiliating way.  Her knees were pulled up as far as they would go and spread wide apart in the process.  Her tits were prominently displayed and the position exposed Kazumi’s pussy and anus for everyone’s enjoyment.

The dark furred oval of her cunt yawned obscenely once she was hanging.  The bondage tilted her hips to show off the spread, moist, hot, pink folds of her cunt.  Onlookers could also see plainly the tight, brown pucker of her anus in the dark cleft of her crack. 

Her hairy mons, full-lipped outer sex lips and the pouting dark, inner labia contrasted with her white thighs.  The crowd responded to her humiliating exhibition by mocking her....yelling and clapping.  The vivid exposure of her hairy mound, her labia and the moist, hot pink flesh of her sex-hole made a pretty sight. Those who edged closer noticed her hard, pink clitoris peeping out of its hood.  Kazumi was already feeling a growing pressure in her bladder telling her she would soon need to urinate. 

Her full bladder put pressure on her sex nerves in her urethral sponge as well.  There were no mysteries left now…Kazumi’s feminine treasures were spread and exposed to the hard, cruel stares of the rough, calloused farmers, the worn wives and the old aunts, uncles, grandmothers and grandfathers. 

There were teenagers and even the children in the crowd.  Kazumi had to endure not only their stares, but their ridicule.  Tomo put on hand on her back to push her so that she swung in her bonds, like a puppet.  Her vaginal opening parted as she hung there, allowing the crowd to see up inside her..... She looked down and saw her clitoris peeping out of its hood.  Her humiliation at being displayed so obscenely made the pink bud erect and her face flush with embarrassment.  Her body’s reactions left no doubt she was masochistically aroused. 

Kazumi was devastated.  The “exhibition” was worse than she ever imagined.  Off to one side, Rin Okada studied Kazumi.  She had been following the degrading journey Lord Sato’s daughter had been on since her arrival.  She had her own plans for her and rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she watched Kazumi’s suffering.

Kazumi groaned, bit her lip and wished she could hide her face, but there was nowhere to hide.  Men came up and stared at her exposed genitals and made comments she could hear.  It was awful.  The cruel mocking taunts and disparagement of her bodily charms went on and on.  Her captors went about their business letting the crowd enjoy her pain and humiliation as she struggled in her bonds. 

She hung her head and closed her eyes; this was all that she could do. There was no way to avoid the hundreds of eyes staring at her.  She could do little to blot out the crowd, which grew as the afternoon wore on.  Some began throwing little bits of bits of fruit and refuse to mock her.  When Kazumi began groaning from the muscle ache created by her enforced position, the crowd responded by jeering.

Kazumi felt like she had been turned into a puppet for the crowd’s amusement and entertainment.  She sweated, writhed and wriggled in her bonds.  The sun grew high in the sky and the mid-day heat only added to her discomfort.  Being tied made her muscles ache.  They hung a banner over her head on the upright proclaiming her a spy.  Kazumi, at one point, looked down, and saw her nipples had become puckered and erect from fear and shame too.  This punishment provided a very public shaming.  And, the truth be known, it allowed the more perceptive in the audience to see Kazumi’s masochistic nature emerging as the day wore on.   

Kazumi tried to blot out the crowd by keeping her eyes closed most of the time; wishing she could vanish into thin air.  The women in the crowd covered their mouths with their hands as they laughed and tittered at her predicament.  The young men jeered loudly and hurled scorn on her.  Kazumi worried that her pussy would begin to drool down her crack…giving the crowd another thrill and degrading her further.

Sweat ran in rivulets down her face, neck, breasts; she was itchy, and her muscles ached and her squirming added to the fun she was giving the crowd.  Kazumi tried to control herself, but there was nothing she could do.  The ropes itched and tormented her mercilessly.  To feel an itch…and not be able to scratch was maddening.  And being bound caused her muscles to spasm and twitch with the strain.  It was sheer torture. 

And now, her bladder began demanding her attention.  She felt the need to urinate.  She struggled for the next thirty minutes to control herself.  This became a terrible torment.  As her bladder swelled, the pressure became more than uncomfortable; it became painful.  Finally, half out of her mind, she began to whimper and whine that they had to let her down.  Some in the crowd, who suspected what she was feeling, began to nudge others to watch her crotch to see what would be sure to happen next.  It wasn’t long in coming.

Kazumi felt her urethra push out, and knowing this meant she was about to pee, tried to clamp down and stop herself from pissing.  But, it was no use. Kazumi’s bladder was too full.  It had swollen to the bursting point.  A soft, low groan escaped her lips as the mouth of her urethra began twitching....her body signaling her that it was only a matter if time.  A moment later, she began pissing uncontrollably.  Her urine gushed out in an arc to splash on the platform.  The crowd howled and laughed as her pissed in front of them.....her urine forming a puddle on the platform. 

Many in the crowd got closer to see her pissing like a cow in the field.  Kazumi, after having tried for so long to hold it in, felt both shame and relief as her uncontrollable urination continued.  She kept her eyes closed tight, totally mortified.  This was a debasing embarrassment.  To lose control of one’s bodily functions, in public, was awful.  To have it happen in the exposed position she was in was unendurable.  As she continued to piss, she began to sob like a little girl.  To be humiliated in this fashion just shattered her.  Her self-image was being destroyed in stages.

Musicians played for the crowd; some of whom had settled down to eat.  Drink was in evidence and the mob grew merry.  Minoru gave Kazumi some water to drink.  Having sweated profusely and now thirsty, Kazumi accepted it gratefully.  Plenty of the men insulted and abused her verbally.  Rude and crude remarks about her body…how she pissed and behaved like a whore.  Kazumi turned her head to hide her face behind her arm in shame.  

She tried to close her ears to the crowd; and tried to escape into her own mind, but within a few minutes a new problem presented itself.  She felt it first as a twitching sensation in her rectum.  The sensation quickly moved deeper into her body.  The disturbing feelings forced her to focus on her anus as it began to spasm.  The herb they put into her morning meal was a powerful, natural laxative. 

Kazumi began to realize the full dimensions of this new problem as the pressure grew in her bowels.  The full horror of this predicament hit her: she realized she was going to have a public bowel movement.  This would be much so much more humiliating than losing control of her bladder.  Kazumi’s face now told the whole story; it became a revealing kaleidoscope of resistance, frustration, disgust, shock and horror.

The cramps began next. Kazumi felt a growing helplessness as they came suddenly and grew.  She realized the only way to stop them was to shit.  But wanting to avoid any more humiliation, she struggled to hold it in, and this made the cramps worse.  She began to sweat even more as she strained.  She glanced over and saw Tomo grinning in sadistic glee..... enjoying her plight.  He was waiting for the moment when Kazumi would begin shitting.  Kazumi hated him and felt a wave of anger, but she had all to do to concentrate on the growing pressure in her rectum.

Her belly, bloated, began to churn noisily.  People close to the platform commented on the noises coming from her gut.  Everyone was either laughing or mocking her.  A few knew what was coming, having seen other victims of public exhibition lose control of their bowels.  Kazumi closed her eyes again and clenched her sphincter so tight that her cunt felt it.  Every time she clenched her asshole, the effort and comic strain on her face made the crowd howl. 

She couldn’t stand it anymore; she couldn’t think straight.  With sweat pouring off her, Kazumi squeezed the muscles in her anus almost constantly.  Her anal pucker began spasming - giving the crowd quite a show.  Men pointed and mocked her.  The urge to shit became overwhelming.  With her legs spread…she was in a highly favorable position for a bowel movement.

Tomo came over smirking and taunted her, “When you want to shit…go ahead… shit all you want.” 

Then the cruel little cripple laughed at her.  Exhausted, Kazumi felt it happening.  She couldn’t prevent it and soon she felt a turd pushing her anus open.  Involuntarily, it came; she found herself helpless as the first turd began emerging.  The crowd, seeing what was happening, began to laugh and point as her anus spread open and then as a big brown lump pushed its way out.  Many took the opportunity to get closer so they could get a better view.  Kazumi found she couldn’t stop once it started… 

Her defecation was noisy and smelly.  The first one was very long, before her anus pinched it off.  Her shit fell on the platform with a wet “plop”.  There was a big knot of young men right at the edge of the platform staring at her asshole.  Kazumi then shit several smaller turds, followed by another huge one.  The laxative had taken over and her feces just kept coming.  The crowd clapped and hooted as a turd emerged and then again when it landed with a “plop” on the platform.  It was hugely humiliating.  Soon there was a steaming pile underneath her. 

Kazumi’s face was flaming; she was completely mortified.  Tomo smiled.  He was very pleased at how well Kazumi’s exhibition was going.  And, he had more planned for her.  Kazumi, meanwhile, looked down and swaying slightly in her bonds, cringed in horror and shame, at the steaming pile beneath her.  It lay there in an accusatory mound, shaming her totally.  They left it there awhile longer to amuse the crowd; then servants cleaned it up.  Men and boys, and some young girls threw things – egg shells…fruit pits and other small bits of refuse at her.

Tomo had one more indignity in store for her.  He came over and made a big show of pulling her labia apart.  He began to rub her pussy making Kazumi want to die from the sheer humiliation she felt.  He used his finger to push back her clitoral hood exposing more of the bulb.  He traced his fingertip all along the wet edge of her labia; then circled her urethra and her wet vaginal opening.  Playing with her, he made her pussy wetter. 

The sheer awfulness of the moment was made worse by the fact that Tomo Fukuda was an eta, an untouchable.  The mob found this delightful.  Watching her being aroused sexually was great entertainment.  Tomo knew how to degrade her, that was for sure.  The feelings of helplessness this produced in Kazumi accentuated her arousal.  He worked one finger into her hole…and twisted it around exploring her buttery insides….

Kazumi groaned as he raped her with his finger.  The crowd howled at this.  But it got worse when he worked a second finger in and rubbing around inside until he found her “spot”...her urethral sponge and the epicenter just beyond…and when he did.....he rubbed the spot until it responded by swelling.  Then he frigged her and using her cries as a guide, worked her pussy until she ejaculated, spewing juice....

The crowd went wild. Men clapped and yelled.  The women hide their faces in their hands, but peeped out from between splayed fingers to see.  Children were being shielded from the obscene spurting; others running free and yelping at the nasty thing they’d been permitted to see.  It was a great end to the party everyone was enjoying.  Everyone except Kazumi, who, after she climaxed, began sobbing like a baby.

Kazumi learned just how totally masochistic she was that day.  This public ordeal shattered her self-image.  After this, there was no way she could ever look any of these people in the face again.  They left her hanging for another half hour.  Then

Tomo took her down, untied her and marched her, still naked, thru the village and back to the jailhouse.  The crowd’s mockery would be impressed on her mind for a lifetime.

The next day, Chiyoko was escorted from her cell to the courtyard behind the prison for wooden horse torture.  This was a dishonorable and humiliating torment, often meted out to Christians.  She was made to strip for the session.  Women were occasionally tortured on the wooden horse naked and every refinement was her due.  They tied her wrists and arms on her back with hemp rope.  Tied her bound wrists to a rope suspended from an overhead beam attached to a pulley.

They also tied her hair, bound up in a ponytail, to the rope.  Tying this way shamed the victim, especially females, who often tried to hide their faces.  Tied by her hair her face exposed totally.  They picked her up and plopped her down on the sharp edge of the horse.  There was a silly carved horse head mounted to the front of the sharp-edged trestle.  She was suspended by her crotch and left standing on her toes.  Chiyoko grimaced in pain as she felt the edge cleave her crotch...

Tomo added some additional refinements to make her “ride” as unpleasant as possible.  He clamped her big, fat tits between two thin bamboo canes and lashed them together to put pressure on her mammary glands.  Then he did the same to her tongue with two chopsticks.  Chiyoko soon began drooling.  The saliva began dripping and drooling down her chin to slop on her tits.  He finished by putting a cruel bamboo clip on both her nipples, making her whimper, then grunt and finally cry out as they painfully cut off circulation in her tender teats.

Then he left her to go up and down like a puppet.  She would basically torture herself -  as her calves tired from standing on her toes, she came down, allowing the board’s edge to fret the tender membranes and flesh between her legs.  After a brief and painful rest on the edge, she pushed herself up again.  This went on and on.  She was forced to repeat the excruciating cycle of pain, fatigue and more pain.  Samurai, commoners and others like Rin Okada stopped by to enjoy her agony.  Eventually, her calves gave out and she was unable to push herself off the horse.  She hung there, suspended by her pussy and perineum in abject misery.

By that time, she had been on the horse almost three hours.  Her cunt-hole, labia, clitoris, perineum and anus had been thoroughly chafed, bruised and abraded.  She was so sore that all she could do was moan and weep.  It was time for Tomo to raise the level of the torture.  He and Minoru lifted and propped the front and rear legs of the horse so high that her feet dangled a foot above the ground.  Then they tied heavy stones to each of her big toes. 

With the additional weight putting even more pressure on the tender flesh between her legs, and the joints in her big toes stretched unbearably, Chiyoko began screaming.   She spent another hour on the horse this way and passed out twice.  Tomo threw water in her face and slapped her awake each time to revive her.

She cried out to Jesus in the end, “Save me Lord....Please Jesus....save me.”

This was dutifully noted by the Shogun’s representative, Kaito Nakada, who was present....

Chapter 5   

Rin Okada and the Women

Rin Okada was a large, heavyset, forty year woman with a broad face and thick lips.  The way she carried herself spoke of a sense of self-satisfaction and self-importance.  She was a woman who commanded respect because she knew about medicines, needles, poisons and tortures.  This made her very useful to the Daimyo who nevertheless disliked her personally and privately referred to her as “that she-devil”.  It was rumored that she indulged in unnatural sex relations with her young, chubby servant, Midori.

Because of her status as the widow of a high ranking samurai and a member of the Daimyo’s household, Rin had been given a key to Kazumi’s cell.  She and her servant, Midori, paid her a visit one morning.  Lying naked under her blanket, she was startled by Rin’s sudden entrance and tried to resist when the older woman hauled her to her feet.  Rin was so much larger and stronger, Kazumi was just overpowered.  She grabbed Kazumi by the hair and yanked her around like a doll.  She began sobbing as Rin called her a whore and slapped her across the face, a very humiliating gesture.  Rin slapped her again, and then a third time. 

After this, they threw a cloak over her and marched her to a house in the village.  When they arrived, Kazumi saw six older women there.  All the women were lounging at a low table with futon pillows all around.   Rin pulled the cloak off Kazumi, and announced that the “guest of honor” had arrived.  It was like a hen party, with Kazumi there as the entertainment. 

They greeted Rin and as they talked, Kazumi began to get afraid.  She didn’t know why Rin brought her here, but something in the air told her that this was going to be a bad day.  The group was mostly in their 40’s.  One women was younger in her early thirties and Mami, whose house it was, was in her mid-fifties.  They were plump and stout women with plain faces.

These women were all friends of Rin’s - samurai’s wives or widows.  Sadistic and shrewish, they welcomed the opportunity to torment the daughter of the Lord’s hated rival.  They were looking forward to this - the same way that some boys enjoy torturing small creatures.  Exposed for everyone’s delectation, Kazumi got more frightened.  First, they made her strip.  She found it mortifying to have to disrobe in front of this group.  Something about the cruelty in their eyes.  Also - they were of the samurai class, like she was...... 

Even though they were women, there was something unholy, nasty and evil about them.  Once she was naked, they strong-armed her to the table and got her on her belly.  They took positions seated on either side of her with Rin at the foot of the table.  Rin started the party by commanding Kazumi lie still and then she began playing with her hairy pussy.  Kazumi bit her lip, kept her eyes closed and whimpered.  It was so humiliating how casually the older woman began abusing her, like she was a doll or a toy. 

Kazumi tried to remain calm, but as the older woman parted the dark inner lips of her pussy …her touch brought a shudder of indrawn breath from Kazumi and then a soft moan....and made her look down to see what Rin was doing with the intimate folds of her pussy.  When Kazumi began to protest and resist….the women grabbed her by her wrists and ankles and held her for Rin who began to stroke the hooded knob of her clitoris.  This made Kazumi gasp and wriggle, her breathing showing her anxiety and arousal.

“She’s such a little slut…wait till you see,” Rin confided to the group. 

Rin got one, then two and finally three fingers inside Kazumi’s vagina, palm down.  She took her time....found and then rubbed the urethral sponge - her G-spot.  This soon made Kazumi writhe, wriggle, moan, and then to everyone’s pleasure, including Kazumi’s, squirt.  She had a very wet orgasm that shot juice all over the table.

“You squirt like a bitch dog,” Rin laughed at her when Kazumi ejaculated. 

Kazumi felt debased.  Yet, it aroused her, and she knew at that moment that she was going to cum again and again.  It was just a matter of time.  She knew she was going to, so she just surrendered.  Then with the hot, wet hole at her full disposal, Rin forced her whole left hand into Kazumi’s pussy in stages. First just two and then three fingers got wormed into her vagina. 

Then Rin formed her hand into a blunt arrow and forced it in.  She pushed harder, stretching the sphincter bit by bit until the widest part of her hand slid through and then the wrist, being narrower, allowed the outraged, stretched pussy hole and labia to grasp the fat intrusion.  As Rin fisted her, the other women began pinching and pulling on her nipples.  With Rin’s fist inside her pussy, Kazumi felt her the muscles of her vagina gripping tightly around the wrist as Rin twisted and turned her whole hand around in a slow circle inside her - twisting completely around, then back again.  Rin, her fingers still bunched together like an arrow, in the tight sheath of her pussy tunnel, grinned at what she had been able to do....

Then she bunched her fingers until her hand was a tight fist.  This was now a hard thick ball inside Kazumi, with Rin’s knuckles digging into her pussy walls.  Rin slid her hand in, shoving her fist deep into Kazumi’s birth channel.  Her fist reached the deepest pit and her knuckles were pressed tightly against the sensitive epicenter.  Rin began twisting her hand around again; twisting it fully around one way; then back the other; and then reversing it again. 

As Kazumi groaned, the women chatted like birds about how she was reacting as Rin fisted her.  Mami, one of the women, laughed that it was like Rin was cleaning out a cup as she shoved and twisted her fist around inside Kazumi’s pussy.  She kept twisting her hand back and forth, and then finally stopped.  Then she began to pull it out – but only an inch or so before plowing it back in. 

Rin leered at Lord Sato’s daughter as she began to slowly work her fist in and out of her pussy - just reaming her out.  Her fist slid back and forth, back and forth, making slow twisting motions as it moved.  Kazumi groaned and whimpered as she was fisted for the first time in her life.  Her pussy had never been so enlarged in all of her nineteen years.

Mami then reached over and began teasing Kazumi’s clitoris.  She deftly manipulated the nubbin as Rin pumped her fist in and out of the stretched pussy.  Bereft of inhibitions now, feeling the pressure in her pussy and the tickle in her clitoris.   Kazumi's resolve as well as her insides began to turn to mush.  She closed her eyes as the pleasure mounted in her loins and gave off baby whimpers.....followed by a soft groan of pleasure.

Rin expertly worked her fist in and out…. her movements steady and slow, her fist sliding deeply into the pussy, then sliding all the way out until her fist spread the pussy lips open.  Mami kept diddling Kazumi's clitoris.  Sometimes she simply pressed it against her pubic bone....and then she rubbed it back and forth and then up and down.  Kazumi groaned as her entire belly grew warm and charged with excitement.

“Ahhhhhhhh,”  she gasped.  “Ooooohhhhh.”

Her breathing was coming in hurried pants and gasps.

       

“Uhhhhhh. OOOOhhnnnnhhhhhh,” she panted.

       

She tried to crane her head forward to see what Rin was doing.  She was astonished to see the older woman had her entire fist up inside her.  Kazumi trembled, dark lust surging through her mind and body.  Rin increased the force of her pumping motions, her fist reaming in-and-out; back and forth in the tight pussy tube; stretching the birth canal and hammering against the end of her sex-hole.  Kazumi’s breath snorted out through her flared nostrils. 

Her mouth opened and closed as she gasped for breath and she went from wide-eyed excitement to closing her eyes tightly as if to escape into her mind.  Instinctively, but somewhat tentatively, her body began to thrust her sex forward against the pumping fist.  Then, she began to jerk, shake and tremble madly, her body going into convulsions as the hard fist inside her forced her to cum.....

“UUUUUHH. UNGH. UNGH. UNGH. UNGH. UNGH,” she grunted, her body bending into a bow ....straining furiously and her head lashing from side to side and then banging back against the table, as she was overwhelmed by a convulsive orgasm.

Her loins thrust back feverishly as her clitoris throbbed like a live worm under Mami’s expert manipulation.  Her eyes rolled back in her head and she was aware of nothing outside herself, only her heart pounding, the roaring of her blood and beyond.... the faint sound of the women giggling as she writhed, shook and trembled in the throes of orgiastic ecstasy.  Rin giggled at what she had reduced her to: a comic sex puppet.  She had her writhing and squirming…and could control her totally with her fist ….after making her cum...

“Oh…..oh….oh….oh….ohhhhh....OH....OH....OH...UH.....OH...OHHH.”

Her sexual torment was just beginning.  Rin pulled her fist out with a wet sound.  The combination of the expressions flashing across Kazumi’s face: distaste, lust and resistance were priceless.  She was proving to be a fun toy....

Kazumi heard someone say, “Do it.”

Mami went out and soon returned carrying a tapering funnel with narrow end.  She showed the device to Kazumi and forced the end into her mouth.  It now looked like she was tooting a horn.  Then Mami straddled her head, squatted, lifted her kimono and began urinating into the funnel.  The women held Kazumi down as Mami pissed.  Rin held her nose, making her gag and sputter.  This was a terrible thing.

To be degraded in this way was the worst thing you could do to a person in Edo Japan.  The sound of tinkling as the funnel filled was a horror.  She heard the funnel fill until there was almost a pint in the tube.  The urine began to drain immediately into her mouth.  Rin ordered her to suck on the tube to drain it faster.  She nursed on it, as ordered, then gulped and slowly managed empty the funnel.  It excited the women at the depth of what they could do to the noblewoman’s daughter.  Kazumi was sickened and shocked at being made to drink piss.  She realized how sick and twisted they were.  Midori then announced that she had to relieve herself.  She used the funnel as Rin pinched Kazumi’s nose shut. 

She pissed a fair amount and Kazumi had to swallow more of the acrid fluid.  It made her want to gag and retch.  This excited and delighted the group.  They had turned her into a urinal.   The smelly piss was a horror.  But throughout the afternoon, if she failed to please them or whenever someone had to pee, they would put the funnel in her mouth, piss and make her swallow….

Following this, the women left Kazumi lying on the table holding her full belly and moaning softly.  They gossiped and then Mami said that she had planned something for dinner that night that no one in her house liked.  She was about to tell everyone what the dish was, when Aoki, who knew what she it was, had an idea.  She had thought up a monstrous violation for Kazumi. 

“I think we should put them in her,” she suggested.  Mami laughed and pantomimed to the others what it would involve.

Much laughter as the women imagined what fun this would prove to be.  Kazumi wondered what they were talking about, and shuddered fearfully.  Mami got a unanimous vote and went out to the kitchen.  She returned carrying a bucket.  She showed everyone what was inside.  Kazumi, lying on the table, still couldn’t see, but the women all clapped and began chattering like birds. 

This was ominous.  They laughed and mocked her when Kazumi looked inside.  Inside the bucket were dozens of small eels swimming around.  The little fish were maybe three inches long and not much thicker than a chopstick, but there were a lot of the little wrigglers in there.  Kazumi nervously wondered what was so funny - she wasn’t in on the joke yet. 

“No one likes my eels…so we are giving them to you,” Mami giggled.

At a signal from Rin, the others held her down and then pushed her legs up into the diaper position with her toes pointing toward the roof.  Aoki fetched the funnel and Kazumi still didn’t have a clue what they were going to do to her.  Midori, at Rin’s direction, spread Kazumi’s cheeks and someone greased up her anus.  Then, Aoki forced the funnel into her rectum. 

That’s when Kazumi began crying out and yelling.  She stared in horror as Mami used a strainer to fetch up a big, squirming mass of eels.  She poured them into the funnel.  They began thrashing their little tails and slithering around the base of the funnel.  Finding the narrow end of the tube and trying to escape, they began wriggling to get out.  There was only one way to go.

They soon disappeared into her shit-hole.  She felt the little things wriggling to get inside her and howled as they invaded her rectum.  Mami, laughing and joking, began to push the rest of them down into the narrow end of the funnel.  Soon, the funnel began to empty as more and more of the eels slithered down the tube to find a home in the depths of her bowels.  Kazumi began to scream and scream.  The others encouraged Mami to herd the little monsters on their way.

“Give her more…give her more,” they all chorused.

Kazumi now felt the cold, slimy, living things wriggling and squirming inside her.  It was extremely disturbing, and she began to alternately cry out and scream, like an animal in distress.  This only made everyone laugh.  Mami kept pushing and although some of the eels tried to avoid being forced into narrow end and kept squirming and wriggling around the funnel’s bowl, she kept forcing them down the tube. 

Kazumi held her breath as she felt more of them going into her. She closed her eyes and tried to get control of her feelings.  She was becoming overwhelmed with some of the most horrifying sensations she had ever felt in her life.

Mami, as she worked them into her, talked to Kazumi like a baby - telling her to stop complaining and, “they are happy to be inside you…they know I was going to eat them .... They are frightened….let them hide in you.”

It was very humiliating. 

Mami, grinning, even cooed at the eels, “everyone inside now…go on......go on.” 

Kazumi felt totally degraded and violated.  She also soon felt very full as the writhing mass continued to fill up her rectum.  Once they were all in, it felt like she had been invaded by an alien being.  Midori took a lacquered plug and forced it into Kazumi’s asshole to keep the eels inside her. 

Full of slimy eels, she felt them jostling, squirming, wriggling and bouncing off the walls of her rectum.  She tried to control herself and not go crazy, but it was extreme mental torture, as much as physical torment and so gross.  She was being raped with living creatures.  She felt like she was going to lose her mind.

She groaned as Midori rubbed her belly and made everyone laugh when she joked that, “the little wrigglers are trying to go in the other direction. They’ll soon be coming out her mouth.”

Kazumi writhed and struggled, as the feel of these living things inside her drove her crazier and crazier.  As she lay there, she would feel them go quiet and then some movement on her part or someone poking her in the belly would excite the creatures and they would begin wriggling like mad again.  This made her jerk and pull against the hands holding her.  Eventually, she allowed to “shit” them out with her legs held open wide.  The fish flew out with sickening wet noises.  Kazumi felt completely violated at being turned into a sick amusement.  The women were evil and their enjoyment in tormenting her was disgusting.

There were more eels in the bucket and of course Mami had to repeat the torment.  Everyone encouraged her, so she just had to.  This time, as Mami forced another several dozen into Kazumi, Aoki masturbated her and only when she came was she allowed to expel the tiny invaders. 

Rubbing her pussy furiously, they made Kazumi cum and her spasms caused the eels to go crazy inside her.  Kazumi’s frenzy was matched by the agitated fish.  Eventually as she came, Mami yanked the plug from her asshole and Kazumi forcibly defecated the horde of slimy invaders at the same time.  This was a high point.  The women had really enjoyed their sport with her.

They were cruel and perverted beyond measure, and Kazumi was just a toy to them.  The group got hungry and settled down to eat what Mami had prepared for lunch.  During this time they allowed Kazumi to slink off to a corner while they ate.  She sat there, naked, shivering, hugging her knees and whimpering.  Occasionally someone threw food at her.  She was not hungry, but Rin made sure she got on all fours and ate the scraps like a dog.

After lunch the women sat around and gossiped, as women do.  Kazumi crouched in the corner and waited; worrying what might come next.  It was still early and the women showed no signs of breaking up the party.  Lounging and resting after their meal…it seemed like they might retire for a nap.  Kazumi hoped that this was the end of her ordeal.

But, just then Rin stretched and announced, “Well, after a meal, I always like a little fun.  You know what kind of fun I mean,” she said with a wink. “How about you ladies?”

At this, everyone chuckled.  They knew what she meant.  Kazumi saw Rin get up and motion with her hand.  At this signal, Mami and the others cleared the table quickly and pull it over to a far wall.  They put down a tatami on the floor as Rin came over to Kazumi, grabbed her by her hair and painfully pulled her to a standing position.  Then she pushed her over to the tatami.

“Get on your back whore,” she commanded.

Kazumi had no options and obeyed.  Rin pinched Kazumi’s nostrils shut.  Gasping for air, she opened her mouth to breathe.  Rin grabbed her tongue and pulled it out of her mouth, as far as it would go.  She pointed to her tongue and then pointed to her own crotch.  Then she pulled her kimono and under-skirt up. 

She pointed again to the hairy juncture between her heavy thighs and to Kazumi’s tongue again.  The meaning was very clear.  Kazumi was sickened at the thought; it was revolting.  The thought of having to put her mouth on the older woman’s genitals disgusted her.  Rin got up and knelt with her knees on either side of Kazumi’s head, facing her feet.   From underneath, Kazumi was overwhelmed by Rin’s heavy, fleshy thighs and buttocks descending on her.  The mat of her pubic hair was thick. 

It covered her fat labia and went up her belly to her navel and around her ass hole.  A big, fat clitoris poked out of the full, dark lips.  The smell was overpowering:  musky and strong.  Rin spread herself open with her fingers and squatted so that as she sat on Kazumi’s face, her clitoris rubbed her chin.  She let her know she wanted her tongue out for use.  Then she lowered herself fully so that her vaginal opening covered Kazumi’s mouth.  She joked with the others that she was going to go for a “ride” now.

In that position, Kazumi’s nose was pressed right up against Rin’s anus.  The smell was so strong, it made her gag.  The others crowded in close and grabbed her nipples to pull and twist them.  Kazumi was forced to kiss and lick Rin’s pulpy, smelly genitals, as the older woman squatted over her.  When Rin sat down, Kazumi’s mouth was squashed up against the oozing vaginal opening.

Rin barked, “Stick your tongue in my hole.” 

Kazumi worried about Rin sitting down fully and smothering her.  Her nose continued to rub the older woman’s asshole.  Mami and Natsuki, the next oldest, got their hands between her legs and began playing with Kazumi’s pussy.  They rubbed and shook her mound…pulled on her labia….tickled her clitoris. They did everything to keep her hot.  They got her hot and aroused, but they didn’t let her cum.  They made sure she kept her concentration on Rin’s pussy as the fat, older woman rode her face.  Kazumi began to moan underneath….. Begging that she needed to cum.

“Please ….please….pleazzzzeeth.”  

Rin’s pussy flowed heavily and the amount of her womanly secretions was not to be believed.  Kazumi’s whole face got wet.  Rin frigged herself back and forth on Kazumi’s face using her nose, mouth, tongue and chin as a masturbation device.  Kazumi had to keep swallowing to keep from drowning.  When Rin commanded her, she thrust her tongue out as far as it could go, and Rin wiped herself on it from clitoris to vagina. 

Back and forth over her face.  Then the fat, older woman did a little jig as she came and gushed a huge amount of pussy juice into Kazumi’s mouth.  It got all over her face too.  There was so much.  Rin took a breather and then rode her to another wet, smelly cum.  This time, she squatted down and sat on Kazumi’s face fully to smother her - to let her know who was boss.  Every time she sat down, she made Kazumi scream into her hot, leaking hole.  Kazumi couldn’t breathe; it was a horror, because each time she felt like she was going to suffocate.  It triggered her gag reflex and fear of asphyxiation. 

“PLHTESEASE STHOP….PLHTESEASEEASE STHOP.”

When it was over Kazumi was exhausted and humiliated.  Her face and neck were wet with pussy juice.  But there were six other women (seven if you counted Midori, Rin’s servant) ready for a ride.  They all took their turns riding her face…starting with Mami.  It was exhausting, but to avoid any more torment, she was a good girl and did what she was told.  Some women were easier to take than others.  The worst was Midori. The sixteen year old chubby servant was sexually insatiable and rode Kazumi’s face until she made her pass out.

To cap off the session, Rin squatted over her face and told her that she was going to urinate right in her mouth.  She made Lord Sato’s daughter put her mouth right on the urethral opening and keep her eyes open to look up as she was violated.  Rin grinned….grunted…and then let her bladder go.  Kazumi’s eyes were wide in horror, with the woman’s wet, hard clitoris pressed against her nose.  Rin’s urethra bulged, then opened and then closed again.  Rin did this twice, as she relaxed enough to let her urination begin.  Rin warned her not to throw up.

“Don’t you dare vomit, slut…you swallow my piss… understand?”

Rin pressed her smelly “flower” to Kazumi’s mouth as her urine stream began.  Kazumi had to fight the urge to gag .  Kazumi had to take it all.  She kept gulping so she wouldn’t gag.  She had to swallow as fast as she could.  It made her feel sick to her stomach.  The smell and the taste of the acrid piss made her gag anyway and her eyes water no matter how hard she tried to control it.  But she kept at it and took all of Rin’s hot piss and swallowed.

When Rin was done, Kazumi felt sick and began gagging.  It was the rapid one-two-three type of gag that indicated she was going to throw up.  Rin grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head around….

“Don’t you dare…..DON’T YOU DARE,” she barked.

Natsuki then took out a little bottle and the others smiled and joked that she always had the “best stuff”.  She applied a little dab of powered hot pepper to Kazumi’s clitoris.  In a minute, she began to squirm.  The hot pepper inflamed the sensitive nubbin and made it swell.  In another minute she was very wet too, as the pepper encouraged the body’s secretions.  Her juicy pussy glistened in the afternoon light. 

Then they all took turns spreading her labia and rubbing her pussy.  Soon they had her moaning and groaning.  Everyone edged closer to watch how each of them could excite their victim.  Natsuki stroked Kazumi’s pussy lips and clitoris and got the pink little knob to full erection.  “Oohs” and “aahs” emerged from the group as Natsuki displayed her skill at manipulating and stimulating Kazumi’s genitalia.

She pushed the fleshy hood back and let her fingertip rub the taut, shiny.  Kazumi gasped and involuntarily humped her hips to increase the stimulation. Natsuki spread the slippery, brownish purple inner lips revealing every fold and orifice in the gaping pink mouth.  This prompted appreciative murmurs from the others.  She pulled back on the labia so the clitoris was fully exposed.

“Oh, uh….uh….u…ooooh.  No, n-no, no, p-please n-noooo.”

Kazumi panted as her charms harshly displayed and she was masturbated.  She closed her eyes and turned her face away – trying to escape into her mind, as her anus clenched and relaxed like a pouting, second mouth, in nervous anticipation. 

Kazumi opened her eyes to look at their faces and saw the excitement, lust and cruelty there.  Their cruelty and domination added to her own arousal, as she was soon screaming in the throes of another hot cum.  It didn’t take Natsuki long to make her cum.  She closed her eyes in shame afterwards.  The party was finally over. 

Midori took Kazumi back to her cell where she slept for twelve hours straight.  Even though what had been done to her was disturbing and humiliating, she had experienced intense sexual release that afternoon at the hands of the women.  The orgasms were hotter than any she had enjoyed at her own hands.  There were many perverted things done to Kazumi during incarceration.  But, being used by Rin and her friends made Kazumi shiver and get wet every time she thought about it. 

Chapter 6   

Bukkake and Gang Rape

The next night, after the evening meal, in her tiny cell, Kazumi masturbated.  Facing the wall, she lay with her hands between her legs....teasing and rubbing her labia and clitoris.  She began squeezing her legs together – bringing herself to one orgasm after another this way.  As she relived the rapes and torments of the past several days, she brought herself to a string of hot climaxes.  Afterwards, as she drifted off to sleep, she heard someone at the door.  Ohira and Nomura appeared like goblins. 

She moaned in sudden understanding, as they pulled off her blanket, turned her over and got her at the edge of the tatami. They verbally abused her and then took her out.  They marched her downstairs past the peasant’s jail cells (hyakusho ro).  The humiliation of being marched thru the jailhouse was intimidating to Kazumi.  The sounds of men coming from the cells were frightening.  She began whimpering and begging to be taken her back to her cell. The catcalls were a fresh violation.....

As men looked out of the slits in the doors and saw her, lustful groans, catcalls, and taunts resounded as the men drank up Kazumi’s female form.  At the very least, she knew she was in a terrible passion play and there was nothing she could do.  She knew now, more than ever, that she would never be the same as she was when this all began.  As Ohira and Nomura marched her down the hall, and she heard the men hurling taunts at her, Kazumi felt a stirring in her loins and hated herself, in that moment.

“Where are you taking me,” she asked with a catch in her voice?

“You will see...”

When they got to the room where Murakami, Ohira and Nomura had raped her, they pushed her inside.  There were thirty bearded, handpicked samurai in there.  When Kazumi was presented, they were silent, but then men began yelling.  Kazumi was nice, sweet hormone squash of a female.  These men hated Lord Sato and this was his pretty daughter. 

Kazumi cringed, her eyes wide with wonder and fear, when she saw all the tough warriors milling about.  They had been lounging and drinking.  There was a shout of greeting for Ohira and Nomura and then, ominously, the whole group went silent.  They looked Kazumi over.  Even in her gray prison clothes, she was a tasty piece of femininity.

Kazumi figured that she was to be raped..... What they had planned for Kazumi first was bukkake.  This was the humiliating ordeal of having a horde of men discharge semen on a woman’s face.  It was a cruel tradition in rural Japan; usually reserved as a punishment for unfaithful wives.  The men began lining up. Earlier, Ohira had given them a place in the line-up based on their status: samurai with honors first and then by rank.  Nomura got Kazumi on her knees for the degrading ordeal.

“Please do not do this to me.  Do not disgrace me. I am the daughter of a samurai lord.  Please do not shame me....”

As she knelt there, Nomura ignored her protests and ordered her to put her hands behind her head, and Kazumi began sobbing.  She knew from whispered tales about bukkake.  It was a terrible indignity - the most personal of degradations.  Men would ejaculate on her face, until she was covered and coated like a slut.  She shuddered thinking about this supreme humiliation. 

And deep down, stirring in her soul, she felt a sliver of longing…some craving for this degradation too.  Ohira grinned evilly as he looked down with Kazumi kneeling there.  He would go first.  He got right in front of her and stood with legs akimbo in an exaggerated stance.  Then he lifted his kimono.

Kazumi looked away after they had made eye contact.  She stared at his crotch as he pulled his loincloth aside and took hold of his uncircumcised cock.  She was fascinated and couldn’t help looking at his cock.  She could not forget that he had made her climax very hard.  She could not help staring the way a bird, trying to avoid the gaze of the snake, is compelled to look against its will.  His cock was almost fully engorged and hard.  Kazumi stole glances at it as he began frigging it close to her face; soon, there was a smear of pre-cum at the tip.

Laughing and joking, he boasted he would “drown” her.  He grunted and began jerking his cock in earnest.  He soon went, “uh…uh…uh,” and began to spurt.  Kazumi stared at his penis, so close to her face…she watched him jerking it…the piss slit opening and closing; the foreskin capping and uncapping the helmet.

Then she closed her eyes, defensively, as he seemed to be getting close to ejaculating.

When he began spurting, the hot, pearly stream splashed first against her closed mouth.  And then he hosed her nose, cheeks and chin.  His men all exploded in applause as he hosed her.  Soon, Nomura treated Kazumi to the same mortifying debasement, all over her face and mouth.  When they were done and shaking the drops off, Kazumi’s face was slimed.  Another erection quickly appeared inches from her face.  Ohira stood behind her and made sure she kept her head up and her face forward.

In a moment, another hot stream hit above her brow, over the bridge of her nose and on her cheek.  Kazumi moaned as she was coated with semen.  A smaller spurt splattered across her upper lip; drops were shaken off on her hair and forehead.  Almost immediately, from the other side a big load was deposited on her.  Cum start to run down on her lips.  It began to coagulate.  When one man was jerking off.... huffing and puffing, working his cock, those who waited their turn - joked and laughed.  Men who had enjoyed her nakedness during her exhibition were ready now to degrade her. 

Their full balls promised heavy loads.  Two, and sometimes even three men crowded her at a time.  When more than one man ejaculated at the same time, Kazumi felt like she was drowning.  The semen splashed all over her face, coating her eyelids, getting in her nostrils and her mouth.  The excess then ran down.  Inevitably, Ohira ordered her to open her mouth, and she swallowed lots of clotted semen.  Some got in her nose as well making Kazumi choke and gasp.  Ohira kept talking to her.

“See whore..........this is what you were made for.........to have men cum on you.  You will get it from everyone here.............keep your whore’s face up. Tell me you want it............whore.............tell me. Tell me that you want it.”

“Tell me you’re a whore who loves a man’s seed.”

“I...I am a whore.”

“I love cum............tell me whore.  Say, I love a man’s juice.”

“I ....I...l...love it. I love it.”

There were so many men, their cocks and their hands, wrists and cocks became a blur as they jerked off and, reaching their precious moment, hosed her. Semen coated her forehead, in her hair, her eyelids and cheeks, her nose, lips and chin dripping down onto her prison garb.  Just when Kazumi thought it was over, another man stepped up, jerked off and came on her.  Seconds later another blast splattered her face and ran in heavy, lumpy streams down her face.

Kazumi submissively tilted her head back, licked her lips and swallowed, when Ohira told her to do so.  She looked like a slut for cum.  There were hot streamers of semen running down onto her cotton top soiling her.  Ohira told her to open her mouth repeatedly.  And soon, she took some of the men directly into her mouth and sucked on their cocks until they spurted or after they had cum.  She was tasting men and had to swallow plenty.  There was so much that she felt sick...

When two or more men ejaculated at the same time, Kazumi gagged as their slimy discharge filled her mouth too fast for her to cope.  She gagged and this reinforced her submission.  Warriors from the fighting companies took their turns.  The men lined up two or three at a time – no singles now.  Her predicament elicited much laughter and merriment.  Many of them made her suck their cocks. 

As one man with a big penis fucked her face, she began gagging and then vomited.  A big gush of smelly, foamy whitish-yellow slop cascaded from her mouth like a fountain to splash all over her cotton top.  When she finished throwing up, the man forced his cock back in her mouth to continue fucking her.

He soon came and it flew out of her mouth in a torrent....a wet, nasty cough ....thick with his pearly semen.

Kazumi ended up with her hair, face, neck, and clothes dirty, bespattered and wet with hot cum and vomit.  When it was over, thirty men had used her.  Kazumi felt totally debased and degraded.  She had learned just how masochistic she was.  She was a mess: her eyes red and swollen from the semen which stung them.  Worst of all, she experienced hot sex feelings in her loins from being humiliated and debased. 

For Kazumi to submit and just embrace the debasement was disturbing in one respect, but very enabling in another.  To submit now totally removed guilt and responsibility.  Kazumi could let her deepest and strongest sexual feelings loose knowing that she was not in charge.  There was still an inner conflict that was emotionally charged, as painful as the ordeals themselves, but this inflamed her and added hot fuel to the fire consuming her soul.  They had debased, humiliated and defiled her.  This forced her to discover and face parts of herself long hidden.

Ohira made her take off her clothes, and a futon was set down in the center of the room on the floor.  Kazumi looked at the futon and then at the men…and began whimpering.  She was grabbed and placed on the futon face up.  Her legs were spread, so her pussy lips opened, glistening..... inviting them to fuck and abuse her.  Nomura remarked that her pussy was wet....and that she had reacted like a whore at being slimed.  The first man roughly penetrated her and began to thrust in and out, cumming after a few strokes.  Kazumi didn’t cum, but the rape did excite her.

Then this man, a recent hero, turned to the others men, excited and yelled at them to follow him and inseminate the “whore”.  Ohira stepped up and pulled his kimono and his loincloth aside to expose his big cock.  All the men called him the “bull”.  Everyone envied him his penis.  It was long and thick with a pronounced curve upwards.  His testicles were big too.  The head of his penis was purplish-red and the brown shaft was laced with prominent veins. 

As he pulled back his foreskin, she smelled his musk and it was repellent and compelling at the same time.  It bobbed up and down, like a club as he moved between her thighs.  The look on her face was priceless as he aimed it at her wet hole.  Her face showed fear as she felt the hard, insistent probing and soon the stretching of her vaginal opening.

“Noooooo............oooooooooohhhhhhhhh......oh....oh.....oooooooohhhhhhhhhh.”

The thick purple crest plowed in, forcing a series of high-pitched cries from her as he worked his hips to and fro.  He grinned in delight, and licked his thick lips, as he enjoyed the erotic contrast between the brown shaft of his penis slowly disappearing between the dark outer lipped but pink inside, fleshy folds of her cunt.  Enjoying the way her glistening lips folded and bulged around his thick, oily brown cock as it slid in and out.

Ohira paused then thrust his hips forward hard.  She squealed as she felt the final popping jolt as the flanged rim of his glans was suddenly forced through the stretched ring of muscle guarding the deeper recesses of her vagina.  Ohira was determined to get it all inside her.  As he stretched her vagina, she felt totally impaled.  Her whole pelvis felt invaded as he violated her wet hole with his big cock. 

When he pulled back a little, it looked like her insides were being pulled out.  When he thrust it in, she thought it would come out of her mouth.  As he penetrated her to the fullest extent – and she looked down - it seemed to her that she could see her stomach bulge.  The depth and girth of the penetration was stretching her to the limit.  She looked down and watched it going in and out... 

The air was filled with slurpy, wet, nasty sounds as his cock went in and out.  Her vagina was full as he fucked her and she moaned and cried out.  On each in-stroke it didn’t seem like it was going to fit inside again.  Then it somehow was all inside her again.  Her swollen labia were glistening and wet with her secretions.  Men stood by and murmured admiringly as Ohira fucked her silly.

She was juicing heavily now and this helped her to accommodate his big cock.  The opening to her hole was open and her labia looked like two hot rubber bands stretched to the max.  It looked like a python had squeezed itself into her.  On the in-stroke, the thick organ dragged her labia into her vagina too.  Fully gloved by the warm, tight wetness of her cunt, Ohira began to thrust harder and harder.

She squealed and groaned at depth of his entry…she was beginning to respond to the slow, deep fucking she was getting.  Aroused and stimulated, she had no defense to the slow, deep fucking.  Despite her squeals of protests, she felt her body responding, her hips involuntarily starting to surge up and down in time with the deep strokes of his penis as she began to ride towards her climax.  Now it was her bucking and thrusting against the thick fleshy rod that filled her totally.

“Oh… oh…. oh…. oh…. OH OHHHHH.””

She began crying out, "Oh…oh…. OH…OH…OH…OH…OH…OH.”

Kazumi began to cry out the filthiest things as Ohira fucked her.  With all of his cock in her pussy, grunts, moans, groans and cries poured out of her mouth.  She took the whole thing.  His big balls slapped against her with every thrust.  He held her by her hipbones and just pounded her.  She had a big, wet orgasm, and he kept fucking her…. making her cum again.

An uncontrolled babble of sounds and her sudden spasms brought a smile to Ohira’s brutal features.  She was caught in a whirl of agony and ecstasy as his hips did a little jig and he grunted and then yelled.  She felt the warm, spurting flood of his release deep inside.  Dragging his softening manhood from her body, he shouted in triumph.  As he pulled his cock out with a wet “plop” sound, her vagina quivered and spasmed.

Her hole looked like an invisible pipe was keeping it open. You could see all the way up inside her.  Big globs of semen drooled from her hole and ran down her crack to wet her anus.  Her pussy was a large, gaping, wet hole drooling fuck slime from the reddened opening. 

Another samurai stepped forward…He was a very young man, named Akio, who had recently done something to win the Daimyo’s favor and he was allowed to go third.  Kazumi found him attractive. He had a slim brown penis with a very red glans.  She was soon kissing, licking and sucking his cock and then she had to take him in her cunt too. He was quick to cum; he was only nineteen himself.

Nomura took his place and fucking her steadily quickly came to a convulsive, powerful orgasm.  Men sucked and bit her tits and when satisfied…let others have a go.  Mouths clamped onto her breasts and nipples, like suction cups, sucking and biting.   Hands were everywhere - feeling, pinching and probing.  There was a finger in her asshole… as a hard cock stretched her vagina. 

The sensations became overwhelming.  Orgasms pulsed through her loins as the men took their turns with her.  They grabbed her by her hair, jerked her head around and forced themselves into her mouth.  She was forced to take several loads and made to swallow most of it.  Her vagina soon became loose and packed with semen.  Some men took longer to cum; some only lasted a minute. 

She was turned over on her belly and the orgasms continued.  Everyone had fucked her more than once.  They moved from her pussy and began fucking her ass.  The bigger men treated her to a heavy dose of pain and pleasure.  Ohira brought in twenty-one selected commoners, peasants, the Daimyo wanted to reward - and they were allowed a turn.  Eventually, Kazumi’s ordeal ended, three hours later.  Some men had her more twice.  Fifty one men fucked her more than seventy-five times in her pussy and more than twenty times in her asshole.

She was shamed totally.  She had countless orgasms as she was raped and sodomized.  Her cries and moans left no doubt that she got pleasure from her debasement.  The experience was very intense and overwhelming - something out of hell.  She had been tested to her limits as a woman.  At the end she laid on her back on the soaked futon in a puddle of semen; her legs splayed wide; her pussy was purple, swollen and gaped open; her breasts were bruised and showed bite marks; her nipples were obscenely swollen... 

She stared at the ceiling; her mind a blank as she lay there exhausted.  She heard men laughing and joking - she felt their hands on her as they pulled her up - and staggering .....she was led back to her cell…dripping semen from both of her holes.  Ohira and Nomura tossed her onto the tatami.....where she quickly fell asleep.

Chapter 7   

Chiyoko Renounces her Faith

Kaito Nakada smiled at her, a smile devoid of any trace of pity.  He had summoned Chiyoko to the “drilling room” (sensakujo).  This was where she had been tortured to make her confess.  The dark chamber brought back memories of the whipping and the pressing torture that had broken her.  The shadowed ceiling and the room’s corners evoked childhood fear of dark places and the demonic presences that live in such places.

The fire pit and the oil lamps cast what little light there was and left scary shadows on the walls.  Sweat, piss and the smell of fear filled Chiyoko’s nostrils and made her blanch.  Tomo and Minoru had delivered her to Nakada.  Chiyoko had been summoned without any explanation; she assumed she was there for sexual abuse.  It was to be much worse...  This was the place where she would be made to renounce her faith.  And Nakada was the man who would supervise her torture.

She looked at him.  Even more than Tomo, the cripple, Nakada was a repulsive little man.  Very small in stature with a pinched face, he looked like a toad, but he was the type of man who made himself invaluable by his attention to detail.  He was a bureaucrat – someone who kept facts and figures in order.  Later in history men like Nakada would have successful careers in the secret police in places like Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union.

He had risen to prominence when the Shogun decided to eliminate Christianity from Edo.  Nakada became one of the Shogun’s best ferrets – finding secret nests of Christians and eradicating them.  He was a sexually twisted man, but one who only derived pleasure from watching pain and torment inflicted.  He did not like to do it himself.  Now, here in the bowels of this jail with Tomo Fukuda and the imbecilic Minoru to execute his commands, he was in his glory.

He looked Chiyoko over.  She was a plump peach of a girl – full of feminine hormones.  Heavy-breasted and sensual, she exuded a fresh sexuality that was a delight to most men. To Nakada she was a beautiful blossom whose petals he would see plucked...or torn.  He stood back.  He would indicate to Tomo what he wanted.  Chiyoko began to fidget as she stood before the three men.  Then Nakada spoke directly to her:

“You have confessed to being a Christian?”

“Y....yes.”

“When you were on the horse, I heard you call out the name of the Portuguese god, Jesus. Is this so?”

“Ummm....I do not remember.....Honorable Sir.”

“But you do believe in this god, do you not?”

“Uh....yes.....I do so, Honorable Sir.”

“This is unacceptable to the Shogun and to the Emperor. To believe in a foreign god.  You must reject this god......do you understand?”

“Honorable Sir.....”

Now, Nakada pounced on her.  He showed his teeth and barked, “You will spit on this god ......now....or you will suffer like you have suffered like never before.....do you understand....Anno San?”

“I.....I....I can not do that.....Honorable Sir.  I will suffer in the fires of Hell forever if I reject Him.”

Nakada was furious.  He leaned closer to Tomo and whispered something.

“You will suffer in hell today, Anno San.  I give you one more chance.  Spit on your god....say to me, ‘I spit on you, Jesus’.”

Chiyoko hung her head and one lone tear ran down her cheek as she said, “I can not do this, Honorable Sir.”

“Strip her,” he said to Tomo.

Tomo grinned.  He was looking forward to this.  He had enjoyed tremendously putting her into painful bondage including the humiliating tongue gag.  He had not been allowed to fuck Chiyoko that time.  He was looking for an opportunity and concluded that Nakada was all business. 

Unlike Nakada, he and Minoru liked to rape the females they tortured.  But the chance to torture the big-titted servant girl was almost as good.  He and Minoru roughly pulled Chiyoko’s clothes off.  She protested, whimpered, and squirmed, but in the end, she was naked as the day she was born

“Bind her to that,” Nakada said as he pointed to a wooden ladder lying against the wall.

“Legs apart and her arms over her head.”

When she was bound, she began to beg and plead.

“Honorable Sir, please I have confessed, there is nothing more I can give you.”

“Then just spit on your god.”

“Oh......”

“Bind her head.”

Chiyoko was bound so she could not move her head up or down or twist it either left or right.

“Prop the ladder against the pillar.”

Tomo and Minoru hefted the heavy wooden ladder with Chiyoko bound to it and secured it to the column so that it was at a thirty degree angle to the floor.  They clamped her nostrils shut with a small piece of split bamboo.  Then Tomo dipped a pitcher into a bucket filled with cold, clear water.  Minoru forced a funnel into Chiyoko’s mouth so that she had to breathe thru the funnel.  That’s when Tomo began pouring.

He filled it and with her nose clamped shut, panic set in.  Chiyoko felt like she would suffocate, so she gulped down the water.  She had no choice.  At first, it was an easy decision to make.  If she wanted to breathe, she had to swallow.  She was even a little thirsty when it began, but as time passed and as Tomo refilled the funnel over and over again, the water began to fill and stretch her belly.  The feeling of fullness slowly went from mildly unpleasant to achingly painful.

Poor Chiyoko could not speak when the funnel was in her mouth depressing her tongue.  When Minoru removed it, Narada asked to renounce ‘Jesus’.  When she stubbornly refused or ignored him, Narada gave the signal and Minoru shoved the funnel back in her mouth and Tomo filled it up again.  The feeling of suffocation and the cruel dilemma of having to swallow when she didn’t want to was only part of the torture. 

Another part of Japanese water torture was the agony of having the stomach filled and stretched beyond capacity.  As her stomach filled, the stretch receptors were fretted to their maximum and Chiyoko could only groan in pain and anguish.  It was a hellish mental and physical torture.  It felt like one’s intestines were being torn inside.

Over and over until her belly had swelled so much it looked like she was pregnant.  That’s when Narada gave the signal to Tomo to wind it up to a higher level.  The two eta turned the ladder around so that Chiyoko’s head was lower than her feet.  Then Minoru untied her ankles.  He stood with her head nearly between his knees and held her ankles on his shoulders.  In this position, her swollen belly was compressed and gravity made the huge amount of water in her stomach press on her lungs and heart.  She cried out as she felt the torment this new position put her in.  She was sweating like a pig...

Next, Tomo came over with a clyster that he had filled from the bucket of cold water.  The enema tool contained a full pint.  He greased Chiyoko’s anus, pressed the nozzle of the clyster against her sphincter and forced all of it into the buttery depths of her rectum.  He pushed on the handle and sent the whole pint of water into her bowels.  Chiyoko groaned at this fresh violation. 

Before she had time to adjust to the pressure the position put on her stomach, or the intrusion of the cold brass nozzle in her shithole, she felt the wave of water invading her bowels from the other end.  And it did not end there.  Tomo refilled the clyster and pumped another pint into her.  Chiyoko wriggled in Minoru’s grasp and cried out in pain and anguish, but he held her firm. 

Tomo did not stop.  He refilled and emptied the clyster into her six more times until her colon had been invaded with a gallon of water.  He greased up a big wooden plug and shoved that into her asshole to prevent any water from escaping. 

The knob was big and it hurt some as Tomo forced it home.  But this part of the torture was now complete.  She had been given a high pressure, heavy enema.  Now, the distress she felt had been doubled.  When Minoru retied her ankles all Chiyoko could do was sob and groan.  Her bowels as well as her belly were beyond full.  To her, it felt like her whole lower body was an alien thing.

“Ohhhhhhhhh.......uuuhhhhh......ooooooohhh......oh...oh...oh....ooooohhhhhhh.”

Her bladder had filled and now in the semi-inverted position on the ladder she began pissing.....Her stream shot up and then, in an arc, hit the column and splashed to the stone floor.  More groans.  Narada encouraged them to increase her torment.  Minoru picked up a bundle of thin birch rods tied together into a whip and began whipping her on her thighs and mons. 

With the blood rushing to her head and the water in her belly and bowels putting tremendous pressure on her internal organs Chiyoko was ready to pass out.  When Minoru began whipping her pussy her nervous system was taxed to the max.  She begged and babbled as the torture continued.  Soon her thighs and pussy was red from the birch whip with thin red weals all over her tender flesh.

But Tomo had the next part of the torment all ready.  He had picked up a thick leather wrapped wooden truncheon and with this he beat Chiyoko on her distended, grossly swollen stomach.  The howls that came from her mouth were not to be believed.  She passed out after only a few blows and had to be revived.  This was repeated until she again lost consciousness.  Narada ordered them to lay the ladder flat on the stone floor.

Then, Tomo covered her face with a thin cotton cloth and began to pour water in a thin stream over her nose and mouth.  She sputtered and moaned, and as she tried to catch a breath, the wet cloth clung to her in such a way that not only was breathing impossible but she inhaled the water from the soaked cloth into her mouth and nose. 

The feeling of being suffocated was terrible and she swallowed a lot of water this way too.  She was now babbling like an idiot.  She began pissing again as the water in her belly passed thru her kidneys and filled her bladder to capacity.  In between the draughts that Tomo poured on her face she cried out for help or mercy......

“Pull the plug from her ass and let the fool shit,” Narada finally said.

He was disgusted with the fact that he had not been able to break her with “water torture”.  But he was also very aroused and was planning to leave long enough to relieve the pressure in his balls.  Chiyoko was allowed to empty her bowels and after shitting she had evacuated whatever remained of the gallon of water that had been pumped into her, as well as a full bowel movement of her feces.  To have to do it in front of the two eta was a humiliation but she was getting used to such mortifying violations.

Narada stayed long enough to see Chiyoko squatting over the bucket, groaning and shitting.  He had found it all tremendously stimulating.  The invasion of her mouth with the terrible draughts of water..... the swelling of her belly, the involuntary urination.....the beating of her belly and the whipping of her “private areas” had given the little toad of a man a strong erection.  Since he was so small in that part of his body his loin cloth and kimono gave no evidence of his arousal.

But his heavily lidded eyes, his flushed countenance and breathing was mute evidence that he thoroughly enjoyed what the two eta had done to her at his direction.  He liked to imagine that it was him doing these things.  But he knew in his bones that this was not possible for him.  Through others, like Tomo, he received the erotic charge he needed.  He was now ready to excuse himself.

He told them to re-tie her to the ladder with her legs open wide.  He would be back momentarily.  He excused himself and repaired quickly to the guard’s privy.  When he got there he closed himself in and quickly masturbated.  He had been so excited that he wasn’t sure he would make it in time.  When he came, reliving what had been done to Chiyoko, it was a very satisfying orgasm. 

This is what he needed: to see Christian boys and girls tortured.  Each time, he felt the sheer rush, and on some level, the guilt of nasty pleasure.  Afterwards, he rushed back to supervise the next torture for Chiyoko.  She was a stubborn one that was for sure.

In Narada’s absence, they bound Chiyoko with her legs spread very wide.  When Narada returned, he conferred with Tomo, who nodded vigorously as Chiyoko watched fearfully.  After this, Tomo and Minoru hauled the ladder up to throw it on the table and prop it up at an angle to elevate her head.  Tomo came over, and using a teasing touch, got busy tracing Chiyoko’s labia - touching the moist, sensitive flesh until he made her squirm.  He played with the bulb of her clitoris and got it to full erection.

Minoru came over to stand beside him.  He was holding a wooden box, which he opened.  Inside was a collection of cruel alligator toothed steel clamps. All different sizes.  Also in the box were thin, steel needles.  Tomo studied the box’s contents to make a selection.  He chose a medium-sized clamp.  He pinched up a fold of the soft white skin on her belly and let the clamp’s jaws bite.  The spring on these clamps were very strong and when he released it, the pain made her leap against her bonds and cry out....

“OOOOOOWWWWWW............OOOOOHH........OH.....OOOOOHHHHHH.”

He began decorating her belly in rows with the clamps.  Each one cut off circulation and the sharp pain was cumulative.  One clamp hurt like hell, ten hurt ten times more pinching her sensitive skin.  Narada periodically asked her to reject Jesus.  When she didn’t, Tomo went back to decorating her with the clamps.  Soon there were twenty all over her lower belly.  Each one made her yell, and as all of them were left on, the total pain was eye-watering.....

Then Tomo turned to the vulnerable thinner skin on her inner thighs.  Soon each leg sported ten clamps.  And the crying and groans from Chiyoko reached a new level.  He selected smaller clamps and used them on her underarms, lips, tongue, earlobes and nose.  Her nose began to run and she drooled.  She was being turned

into a sort of pin cushion.  It was all very de-humanizing.  Next, Tomo began working on her breasts.

First the undersides, a total of ten clamps.....then the areolas, (five on each) then a big clamp on each nipple.  This brought her to a new, higher level of anguish.  When Tomo used six small clamps on Chiyoko’s labia, a steady chorus of shrieks and howls issued from her.  She was able to get the one on her tongue off, but Tomo merely used that as an opportunity to put a larger, stronger clamp on her tongue.  This, of course, made her drool even more.  Once they were all on, Tomo smacked and pulled on them.

Narada came over to look closely at what Tomo had done.  It was very effective as Chiyoko writhed and squirmed in agony.  He asked her again to abjure.....to renounce her god, but got no response.  He nodded to Tomo, who understood and began taking the clamps off.  This was the next part of the torture. 

The clamps hurt when they were put on – hurt while they were on - but hurt most when they were taken off.  He removed them slowly, massaging the pinched and numb skin vigorously as the circulation returned.  This intensified the pain enormously and she began screaming anew.  When they were all off, she was exhausted.  Now, Tomo again reached into his box of tricks and grabbed a needle.  It was wrapped with thin copper wire at the base making it easier to grasp.  Minoru swabbed Chiyoko’s clitoris with some clear rice liquor, and when he was done, Tomo brought the needle down to her crotch.  Chiyoko pleaded and whined when she saw it.... wide-eyed and terrified.

“Make sure she’s tied tight,” Tomo counseled Minoru.

“OHHHhhhh….please…no......P-p-please…..please….please…. ………AAAhhhhhhhhh.......Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Chiyoko tried to sit up, but her bonds prevented any real movement as Tomo played with her clit....making sure it was fully erect.   She began hyperventilating in fearful anticipation as Tomo picked a spot on the clitoral hood guarding the shaft.  Then he pushed the tip through the sensitive nerve-rich flesh. 

“OOOWWWWWW…..OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH……UUUHHH…OOHHHHH.”

Tomo took a second needle and inserted it thru the other side of the shaft of her clitoris making Chiyoko scream in pure agony.  She began shrieking as soon as Tomo pushed it in as the two now produced an excruciating agony.  The deeper it went in, the more she writhed and howled.  Soon, Tomo had both thin steel needles fully embedded.  He had skewered the main nerve in her clitoris.

Tomo sat back for a moment to admire his handiwork.  Then he began pulling her labia....stretching each lip in turn.  It jiggled the needles embedded in the clitoral shaft and Chiyoko groaned in pain with each tug of her piss flaps.  They both looked down between her legs as Tomo worked her sex lips by pulling and stretching them.  The clitoral bulb, in response, grew totally engorged and swollen.  The nubbin jutted out of the pink hood like a fingertip that had been struck with a hammer.  Chiyoko drew shuddering breaths as she tried to deal with the pain.  Tomo studied Chiyoko as he tormented her.  With her legs held apart, there wasn’t much she could do except suffer...

“OOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh……OOOOOWWWW……….OOOOOOOHHHHHHH.”

Her high-pitched squeals got louder when Tomo began playing with the embedded needles.  Chiyoko’s eyes bulged in horror as she craned her head forward to watch Tomo at work.  It drove Chiyoko to a hot peak of agony each time he touched them.  He toyed with them and then stood back and watched them dancing and bobbing, as if by themselves.  Chiyoko writhed in agony, groaning and rolling her head from side to side.  Then she craned her head forward to stare with her eyes bulging out of her head at the tortured place between her legs.  Tomo, satisfied, allowed himself a smile. 

“She is singing now,” he said to Minoru.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH……AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.”

“Will you give up the Christian god,” Nakada asked her again?

Chiyoko didn’t respond.  Narada nodded to Tomo who began flicking his finger against the needles, making her convulse each time he did it.  Unable to deal with the molten pain, the needles drove her crazy.  Tied tight, she could only cry out.  Tomo didn’t have to do much - just tap the end of a needle and this drove Chiyoko into a frenzy each time. 

Nakada watched breathlessly as Tomo worked his magic.  He was as excited as he had ever been.  Tomo was truly a wizard.  Finally, unable to stand it any more, Chiyoko gave a strangled groan - her head rolling back.... saliva drooling from her mouth and passed out.  Minoru threw water in her face to wake her, so the torture could continue...

“OH… aaaaaaah hah...ahhhh…ohhhh...ohhhh.  No-noooo, oh, oh, oh, p-p-p-please, PLEESSSSE ...”

The sight of her naked body arching, twitching and jerking at each manipulation of the needles, and the way she went into spasms each time Tomo flicked them was a sublime treat for Nakada.  She stopped screaming, but was now making harsh sobbing gasps.  She was desperate for the pain to stop, but helpless tied and bound.  Tomo stopped and waited until her babbling and cries subsided. 

Then, Tomo began flicking the needles faster and harder.  With each blow, Chiyoko jerked as though she was being jabbed with a lit taper.  Her mouth opened wide into an ‘O’ and she screamed, but no sound came out.  Then, he began pinging them as fast and hard as he could and this made Chiyoko scream like a madwoman.  Relentless now, Tomo went from one needle to another - forcing her to new peaks of pain.  Chiyoko was being taken to a place she had never been before...

Her shrieking grew more extreme as Tomo continued to torture her.  Waves of red-hot anguish drove her to madness.  Another stream of hot urine spurted in an arc from her pussy to splash on the table.  Then, Tomo stopped.

“Filthy girl,” he said.

He parted her labia to examine her.  He found what he was looking for: her urethral opening...her pisshole.  Chiyoko stared down at her pussy, her eyes wide with terror as she watched Tomo examining her closely there. 

“Hmmmm,” was all he said.

Then he reached into the box to grab something.  He held it up... it was a thin, short probe carved from a whale’s tooth and mounted on a lacquered handle.  The shaft was studded with small knobs and bumps which grew in size closer to the handle.  Tomo showed it to Nakada first, who allowed himself the tiniest glimmer of a smile and nodded.  Then he displayed it to Chiyoko, who winced when she beheld it.

“This will stop you from pissing,” was all he said.

“What are you going to do,” she asked plaintively?

Chiyoko began to plead when Tomo brought it down to her pussy.  The cripple spread her lips again.  When he had pulled everything back so that the orifice flared open he placed the tip of the probe right at the opening.....

“OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH……….NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO,” went Chiyoko - as she anticipated the rape of her most private orifice.

“Feel.....this,” Tomo said to her softly, as he teased the opening with the tip.

It stretched the tiny opening and as it penetrated her, Chiyoko’s mouth flew open into an ‘O’ of pure agony.  Tomo took his time working all of it in, making her squirm and writhe when he twisted it to get it into her most private hole.  Tomo kept pushing until the tip was right at the muscular ring guarding the bladder.   Chiyoko uttered a series of barking gasps as the bulbous tip fought the sphincter.  The grotesque sounds she made got Minoru laughing.  His face had been wreathed in the most idiotic of smiles and now he laughed out loud at the strangled sounds coming from Chiyoko.  Nakada watched with bated breath and

wondered silently to himself what it would feel like to have such a device forced up his urethra.

Pushing against the sphincter, Tomo made it go inside her bladder.  Urine squirted out around the intrusion.  Tomo let her get used to the feel of it, before he worked the last few knobs into her urethra.  A little further and the last and largest knob was fully seated in her piss-tube.  The lacquered handle rested up against her pussy, just underneath her needle embedded clitoris. 

Her squirming, moaning and twitching brought another glimmer of a smile to Narada’s ugly face.  It was very erotic to rape a woman this way.  The sensation of having this alien thing all the way up her piss-hole was so excruciatingly unpleasant it made Chiyoko cry like a baby.

Following this, Tomo, smiling, went back to tapping and flicking the two needles again.  He played on them in turn.  Chiyoko began screaming and shrieking like she never had before, with the horrible probe dilating her piss-hole and the needles embedded in the most sensitive part of her body.  Chiyoko’s vocalizations now had to be heard to be believed.   She was howling like a lunatic...screaming and shrieking.  She was in hell.  She lost consciousness three times during the ordeal and Minoru had to throw cold water in her face to rouse her so the torture could be continued.  Tomo subjected her to the most excruciating pain she had ever known.  It finally broke her, as she could not stand this level of pain. 

“Do you want us to do this to Jesus,” Narada asked her, sidling up close to her face?

She didn’t hesitate and cried out, “Do it to him. Do it to him. Do it....do it to him.  I spit on him....I spit on him.....”

“Do you condemn Jesus to hell and spit on all his priests?”

“YES.....YES....Y...YES....YES.”

She screamed out a lot of things and in the end gave the Shogun’s representative everything he wanted.  She was a broken doll after this ordeal.  When it was over, Narada signaled to Tomo to release her from her torment.  After he removed all the cruel torture implements, Chiyoko sagged into a semi-conscious state....her eyes closed and her breathing slowed.  Later, when she had recovered some, Narada had her sign a scroll saying she rejected Christianity. 

She had rejected Jesus and was now isolated from family, friends, her mistress and her faith.  All she has was what they would give her and that was not much.  Nakada was nearly swooning.  He barely nodded to Tomo and then rushed out... headed for the privy.  He needed relief.  Tomo, his face showing curiosity, wondered where the little toad was going every time he left the room. 

Chapter 8   

Kazumi and the Dogs

Ohira and Nomura were talking and it was Ohira who suggested it.  He had come up with a particularly nasty and degrading ordeal for Kazumi.  When he told it to Nomura, his lean friend grinned and they hatched a plan.  They came for Lord Sato’s daughter, threw a cloak over her and spirited her out.  Passing houses and shops, she attracted lots of attention. 

Whispering and rude comments accompanied Kazumi on her trek that morning.  The villagers knew who she was.  The two samurai took her to the stables, where the Daimyo’s horses and war dogs were housed.  Ohira had made arrangements with Nobu Murata, the stable master, for a special command performance.

Murata was older and looked like a kindly grandfather, but like so many men of that time he was a sexual sadist.  It didn’t take much coaxing from Ohira to secure his help.  And so the arrangements were made for Kazumi to undergo what no female should ever have to go through... 

She stood fidgeting, as Ohira huddled with Murata.  He nodded, kept looking her over and smiling.  Kazumi, standing there, realized to her horror that her pussy was getting squishy wet between her legs.  She was fearful and nervous in anticipation what these men might do to her.  She began fiddling with her hands to distract herself.

She knew that they were going to do something bad, but she didn’t know what.  The air was filled with sexual sparks.  The big hulking samurai chuckled and nodded at something Murata said.  Then some of the stable boys came over.  Kazumi heard barking; so she heard the dogs before she saw them.  One boy was leading a large black hound. 

She shrank back when she saw another stable boy leading a really big dog on a leash.  This animal was ugly: a heavy-boned, brindle-colored mastiff, a hundred and thirty pound monster.  The dogs barked....excited as the stable boys, Hiroki, Daisuke and Kenzo, made them sit.  One of the boys brought out a pot.

Nomura pulled off her cloak making Kazumi groan.  She looked around and saw Murata smirking at her.  Everyone was murmuring.  This was another humiliation for her.  Obliged to be naked in front of a group of men was always a fresh violation.  Only being forced to strip in front of her own family would have been a greater humiliation. 

Kazumi glanced at Murata, and then kept her eyes down ....staring at the ground.  Ohira got busy and strung her up by her wrists to an overhead beam.  Murata took the pot and began to stir the contents.  It was filled with coconut milk that had been boiled with honey and turned into a thick, gooey sauce.  He came over to her and began to talk to her.

“Do you know what this is,” he asked?

“No.”

“My dogs just love this.........it is so sweet.  They will lick it up if I put it on a bee’s nest.”

Kazumi stared, trying to understand.

“But I am not going to put this on a bee’s nest. I am going to smear it on your nest,” he said as he pointed at her crotch and laughed.

It dawned on her what he meant.  She began crying out, “oh.....no.....please...NO....NO....PLEASE...NO.”

Grinning and enjoying her discomfort, Murata used a brush to smear the sticky, sweet stuff on her lower belly.  Then he got a more on the brush and smeared it all over her hairy mound.  He had the stable boys hold her legs open.  At this, Kazumi began to protest and cry out.  But it was no good.  The boys took hold of her by the ankles and pulled her legs apart to expose her hairy pussy and anus.  

Old Murata took his time and made sure he got it into all the cracks and crevices of her body.  Then he made sure to paint each of her buttocks until they were completely covered and stepping around to the front, he painted a trail up the insides of each of her thighs.  Kazumi began whining as soon as they brought the dogs over to where she was suspended.  Murata encouraged the animals, and they quickly began sniffing and smelling her all over.  She began pleading, begging desperately for them to get the dogs away from her. 

“NO.…. please…no…. oh…. no…. pleeeeease.”

The dogs smelled the sweet stuff, and their big, wet tongues shot out to lap her all over, licking her pubic hair and all over her belly and buttocks.  As the dog’s pink tongues lapped her, it began to arouse her, even though she did not want it.  As the dogs began lapping her THERE in her crack…. her pussy began to ooze her feminine secretions. 

She began to twitch in her bonds, and go, “oh…oh…oh.”

When one of them it thrust its long pink tongue right into her crack, she yelped like she had been stuck; then she began moaning like a sick calf.  Murata smeared more of the gooey cream all over the most sensitive places on her body again.  He wanted the dogs to violate her totally.  The stable master found his aged penis stirred to stiffness watching the spectacle.  To see her resisting with the dogs used as tools to torment and arouse her was heady stuff indeed.  Ohira and Nomura stood back enjoying what they had arranged.  It was becoming a really nasty show...

The three stable boys had never seen anything like it before in their young lives and being teenagers, they all sported hard, hot erections.  Ohira, having experienced hot forced sex with her, and getting a little jaded, found the sight and sounds of the dogs assaulting her much to his liking.  The sound of their tongues lapping her all over was very erotic. 

The dogs went crazy for the gooey stuff and began lapping and licking her madly.  Her brown nipples got as hard as pebbles as the dogs tongues competed with each other to feast on the sweet, creamy stuff smeared over her pussy.  Her pussy got more cream brushed on; and each time the dogs licked her there, she thought she would go mad.

“OHHHHHHH…..PLEASE…PLEASE…NO…NO…NO….OHHH…..OOOOHHHH…UUUHHHH….OHHHHHOOOOHHHH……please…no more,” she begged.

Ohira got the boys to stake her legs apart to completely expose her wet pussy and anus.  Lots more gooey stuff was smeared into her ass crack and on her anus.  Then Murata turned the dogs loose again.  The black dog sniffed at her asshole and then liking what it found there, began licking her shithole.  Slower at first…then like a demon…

Please don't let them. Oh …..What are they doing to me? Oh…. Oh…. Oh … Oh... Oh....OH....Ahhh…....Ohhh…....Ohhh……OH....OH….NO….NO….PLEASE…NO….OH….OH…OH. Please don’t do this to me. Don’t shame me this way......PLEASE.”

The mastiff licked her pussy, and the black hound licked her asshole and crack.  Kazumi was totally aroused against her will.  Their tongues were soft, but strong and wet.  With her legs tied open and spread, the big mastiff put its cold nose on her clitoris and forced its muzzle between her spread pussy lips.  The dog sniffed, and then its big, wet tongue began lapping every fold and crevice of her pussy from her vagina thru her labia to her clitoris....

Between the dog’s copious saliva, the sweet cream and her secretions, her pussy was soon a mess.  Her pubic hair became soaked, and the mastiff made her jerk about when it thrust its big pink tongue in her sexhole.  The tongue licked her labia and clitoris and penetrated her vagina.  She was very close to cumming.  Kazumi felt herself being pushed over a cliff as the dogs had their way with her. 

“Oh…….Oh…OH...OHHHH….uuuuhhhhh……ohhhhhh.oh…oh…oh…OHHH….OH…….OHHHH.”

With her legs tied open, she was totally vulnerable to them.  The dogs, with their big, sloppy tongues pushed her into a world of her own.  Oh, she could hear the men joking among themselves…but the dog’s tongues totally dominated her mind and body.  She whimpered, grunted, moaned, groaned, and then began cumming and cumming and cumming.  The dogs licked her labia and clitoris for about fifteen minutes, making her climax and flow, soaking everything.

Whimpering, grunting, moaning and then groaning and screaming as their tongues feasted on her womanhood and shit-hole, Kazumi could not contain her herself, as the dogs licked her like a machine, and drove her to one orgasm after another.  Never in her life had she felt anything like it.  There was a tongue at her anus, warm and wet.  And a tongue exploring every crevice and fold of her pussy at the same time.  To have this happening to her in front of everyone opened a floodgate in her mind.  To be made to cum by dogs was a new degradation. The most humiliating yet...

“Oh…….Oh …OH OHHHHHH….OH….OH…OH…OHHHH….....”

Involuntarily, she had multiple orgasms that kept exploding like a string of firecrackers.  The dogs had licked up most of the sweet stuff and now her honey pot was the treat.  It was obvious to everyone how much the dogs had gotten to her.  She was reacting like a madwoman; she grunted, moaned and cried out as both dogs worked her over.

She had a long string of convulsive orgasms and screamed, “OH….OH….OHHH….OOOOOHHHHH…..OOOOHHHHHH.”

The stable boys began yelling, kanpai every time she came.  Each time a dog made her cum, they whooped and hollered.  At Murata’s insistence, the boys pulled the dogs off her.  He announced that it was time for her to suck the dog’s cocks.  When Kazumi heard this she began whining and protesting.

“Please do not do this to me.  Have respect for me.  I am a samurai’s daughter....”

The black dog’s cock had emerged from its sheath and protruded.  It was hot red in color and drooling fuck-slime.  When she heard what the stable master wanted her to do next, and looked at the dog’s dick, Kazumi tried to resist, but she knew down deep, she had no choice.  She had no idea how much cock a dog had, but as she stared, this dog, weighing about eight-five pounds, showed a big tool.  The idea of sucking a dog’s cock was repulsive and disgusting.

The big mastiff was led over and she blanched when she saw what it had between its legs.  This dog was a hundred and thirty pound ball of muscle and bone - a living anatomy lesson in how much cock a big dog can have.  The penis was fully nine inches long and thick, with a knot that when fully engorged was as big around as a man’s fist.  The beast’s organ was mottled gray, red and purple and covered with obscene veins. 

It revolted her; but they quickly got her down on the ground with the black hound straddling her head.  This put the drooling hot red cock tip right in her face.  Murata grabbed her hand and made her hold it behind the swelling “knot” at the base.  As she held it, it seemed to grow in her hand.  She was going to be made to suck a dog’s dirty dick.  The thought revolted and shamed her.

“Do not make me do this.  I am a samurai’s daughter.  I could be your daughter,” she pleaded.  “This is shameful.  Please do not disgrace me this way.....”

Murata ignored her. He told her what he wanted her to do, “give the tip wet sucking kisses.  Then make little circles around the tip with your tongue.  Then you suck it, when I tell you to.”

When she began doing this, at his direction, it made the dog’s cock spurt furiously in little pops and spurts.  The dog’s cock kept jetting and the semen that didn’t end up in her mouth splashed all over her face.  Murata made her suck and swallow, suck and swallow and then do it over and over again in exactly the same way, as everyone watched.  The stable boys were beside themselves as she made a total slut of herself.  They were all totally aroused as well at seeing her take this monstrous penis into her mouth, with semen going in her mouth and getting all over her face too.

The two samurai smiled as Kazumi descended down the status ladder to lower than that of a common whore.  The discharge filled her mouth and she had to keep swallowing.  Her face got very slimy because every time she took the tip from her mouth, it just kept squirting semen in jets and little pops.  Her cheeks, chin, nose, lips, neck and breasts were soon glistening with the dog’s discharge. 

As she continued to kiss and suck the dog’s cock, the knot at the base got bigger.  It looked like the dog’s penis had swallowed two plumbs.  Murata and the boys now got the dog turned around and holding the organ behind the knot used it to squirt her face.

She looked over, at one point, and saw the horror of her situation in the stable boys’ lust contorted faces.  They kept her sucking the black dog’s cock until Murata decided that it was time for her to suck the mastiff’s cock.  When they got the bigger dog turned around so that its cock was also by her mouth, Murata made her tickle and lick the tip.  Pre-cum jetted from the tip like a hose and it seemed like the dog was pissing on her.  When she took the tip and kissed it, the ensuing spurt made her gag and choke – there was so much.  She got the tip in her mouth and her cheeks told the story.

She sucked and her cheeks bulged from the copious amounts of watery cum, until she swallowed; then her cheeks would bulge again.  This went on for awhile.  Murata made her kiss, tease and lick the tip and soon she was totally wet ....a sloppy mess as they got the black dog turned around and had her go from one dog cock to another…her cheeks, nose, mouth and chin were completely coated and dripping with the beasts’ fuck slime.

After a while, Murata decided it was time for the animals to fuck her.  He had let the dogs get her very sexually hot before letting them mount her.  This was very important since both dog’s penises were very big.  He knew the object was to really challenge her vaginal muscles with the stretching heat that a firmly embedded dog cock would produce.  He was going to make Lord Sato’s baby daughter cum like she had never cum before.

Kazumi was beyond protesting at this point.  As they forced her on all fours, she let herself be led around like she was a dog.  The stable boys were shaking with excitement; their faces showing wonder and lust.  This was a real treat for them.  As the black dog was led behind her ass, it knew just what to do.  Excited, it growled as it jumped on her back.  Its front legs and paws wrapped around her ribcage.  Its hips began humping.  It looked obscene.  The beast tried mightily to get its cock in her hole.

It was at this point, that Kazumi came alive and with eyes bugging out of her head, began to protest, “OH NO – no – NO – NO – NO – please – PLEASE - NO – PLEASE – PLEEEEEASE. It will kill me….please.”

The truth is that Kazumi was of two minds.  She felt totally violated by the humiliations forced upon her and shamefully aroused by them as well.  These conflicting feelings surged thru her as the dog kept jabbing at her with its hot red cock.  The organ was a slimy, dripping, nightmare.  Women like Kazumi, who had never given birth, had smaller, tighter vaginas.  It didn’t look to the boys like the dog’s cock was going to fit into her cunt hole. 

The black dog’s knot looked big and the boys were taking bets that her pussy couldn’t take it.  But, ass soon as the dog found her warm, wet hole with the tip of its cock - BAM – it shoved it in so deep and fast that she lost her breath.  The dog then drove it in and out like a demon - so fast - just punching her.  She began howling as the black dog fucked her like a rag doll.  The dog used its front paws to pull her closer and humped her like a demon. 

The beast drooled on her back as it fucked her.  It never stopped.  The obscene sight of an animal just hump fucking a human female had everyone hard.  Poor Kazumi got no time to pause or catch her breath, as her pussy was punch-fucked mercilessly.  She was soon dripping with sweat…it dripped from her face, neck and underarms…even her back was wet...

She could feel the beast’s cock thrusting in very deep and the knot was trying to get into her hole.  She looked between her legs and saw the knot right at her vaginal opening.  The stable boys had crowded in closer to watch as the knot pressed the opening to her sex-hole.  The knot was huge now, and the animal kept pushing to get it inside her.  The dog wouldn’t be denied.  It kept trying.  The knot pressed against her wet opening and began stretching the vaginal sphincter open...more and more… Kazumi began grunting, feeling the added pressure.

The stable boys went, “oh….oh…oh…look …look..…it’s going in.”

When it popped inside her, she howled with a mixture of pleasure and pain as the mouth of her vagina was stretched more than it had ever been before.

She began crying, “it’s too big… too big.”

Her hole had been stretched open like she was giving birth.  One second it was outside her hairy pussy…and then, it had disappeared inside her.  Those who’d wagered that it would fit now crowed in triumph.

“Shit…can you believe it? She took the whole thing.”

Now the dog punched its cock tip to the end of her vagina.  She soon began screaming……with the dog thrusting, the tip of the beast’s cock went all the way past her G-spot to the epicenter of her vaginal sheath.   There were nerve endings in this part of her sex-hole that when stretched and pounded, would push her towards a huge uterine orgasm.  Her pussy was very hot…very hot now indeed...

“OH ….. OH …..OH…..OH ….OHHHH….OOOOOHHHHH…..OH….OH."

Kazumi soon sounded like a babbling idiot.  Filthy words tumbled out of her mouth.  She was lost in bestial embrace.  The knot, now fully inside, throbbed, and the tip kept spurting as the shaft and knob vibrated and pulsed.  The dog had stopped humping.  It just held itself inside her and kept spurting and vibrating inside her vagina.  For her, it was like her whole body had become her sex-hole.

She was just a pussy.  She had become the dog's bitch.  She soon felt herself approaching her first “doggy” vaginal orgasm.  As the dog’s cock vibrated and spurted, she felt her whole pelvis bear down.  She contracted her abdomen and, as she did so, her vaginal muscles convulsed against the dog’s penis in an attempt to grip it... and she CAME hard.

“Oh………Ohhhhhh….Ohhhhhh…Ohhhhhhhhh……Ahhhhhhhh……..Uhhhh…..OOOHHHHH…..UH…UH…..OOOHHH….OOOHHHH….oooohhhh….oooohhhh.”

Her mind spun and her brain exploded, as her whole body shook.  When she relaxed her vagina, the boys could see the knot trying to pop out.  But it was too big, so it did not quite make it out.  Then when she contracted her pussy muscles, the knot was pulled up inside her about an inch.  That inch of travel made the stretching pressure of the huge knot massage her G-Spot and vaginal front wall.  Also, the extra inch of penetration forced the dog’s blunt shaped cockhead deep into her epicenter.

Murata was telling Ohira, “You see what is going on.  When she contracts and relaxes her cunt, it moves the knot in and out – just a little.  The whore is fucking herself when she does that. The stupid slut loves it.”

Ohira smiled and nodded.  The result was all too plain: Kazumi was having one body quaking orgasm after another.  She felt the animal ejaculating DEEP in her hole.  She felt it spurting and spurting….hosing her with hot, watery, bestial cum.  Its organ pulsed; hotter than a man’s and it spurted and jetted inside her for a

long time.  Throbbing and spurting..... it just kept pushing her into multiple orgasms. 

Not only was the dog’s cock hotter than a man’s, but the heat of the dog’s semen had turned her sexhole into a volcano.  The big knot acted as a plug that held most of the hot doggy cum inside her.  The fiery semen coating everything and helped transfer the heat from the beast’s cock and knot directly into her stretched vaginal walls.  The big knot had compressed the front vaginal wall, thinning it so that heat flowed into her urethral sponge as well.

The result was that she came convulsively over and over again.  The effect of the hot, copious ejaculations right into that nerve rich epicenter drove her wild.  And unlike a man, the ejaculations just keep going on and on.  Finally, like all good things, it came to an end.  The dog’s knot had kept the animal locked inside her pussy for eleven minutes.  Her contractions had completely fatigued her vaginal muscles.  She had been thoroughly fucked.

She slowly came back to her senses when the animal wanted to pull out.  She felt the dog pulling back and it hurt as the knot was well embedded in her sex-hole, just behind her pubic bone.  And when the dog persisted and its cock shrank, it finally popped out; and she felt like a log had popped out of her. 

There was so much pressure - then nothing.  The animal’s cock was still out and erect.  The boys marveled at the size of it.  The organ from tip to base was as long as a cucumber, and the knot at the base - as big as two plums.  The dog stood there for a moment, then bent down and licked itself.  The boys led the animal to another stall where it lay down and began licking its cock.

Somehow the long shaft and fat knot had been in Kazumi’s tight vagina, one that had never born children.  Still on her elbows and knees, she panted.  She felt and looked like she had run a great distance.  She was wet and sloppy everywhere, from her belly down to her mound... her thighs and her buttocks. 

A disgusting mixture of bestial semen and her secretions oozed from her hole and ran down the inside of both thighs.  Her hole was stretched open, reddened and swollen.  Murata voiced the opinion that she had a whore’s pussy and was meant to take a dog’s dick in her “slut hole”, as he called it.

Kazumi whimpered to anyone who would listen, “I can’t take anymore”. 

But Murata laughed and said, “you’re going to take more whether you like it or not.  Cry all you want, but you are going to take this cock too.” 

She looked over and saw they had brought the mastiff over to her.  She looked at the big dog in fear as she realized they were going to let this one fuck her too.  She realized it was no good to plead or beg.  Everyone saw how big the gray, red and

purple cock was, now that it was fully erect. Despite her fears about having to take the bigger dog’s cock, the dog’s multi-colored monster cock hypnotized her. 

She stared, amazed, at the length and thickness of it.  It was quite a bigger than the black dog’s cock.  The head was shaped like an arrowhead and the shaft just behind widened and flared so much that Murata could not get his hand around it.  And the knot looked as big as two small apples.  The boys vied with each other making jokes about this dog’s cock.  Everyone felt a sense of awe at how much cock this dog had.  It was obscene..

The boys went, “ooh and ah” as they ogled the dog’s phallus.  Kazumi’s heart leapt in her mouth as she eyed the animal’s organ.  It was already a lot bigger than any human penis.  Nervously, she tried to scoot forward, but there was nowhere to go.  The beast began barking as it smelled her.  The smell of dog was very strong.  Added to the odor of her pussy... it smelled very nasty in this stall now.  The boys laughed and joked, excited by what was next. 

Now that the dog was almost in position, they crowded in even closer.  She glanced at the faces around her.  There she saw looks of wonder, lust and amazement.  Then she looked back over her shoulder again at the dog’s cock - monstrous in size and appearance.  Drops of slippery juice trickled from the hole at the tip.  The animal bent down to sniff at her ass.  The scent excited the beast, because it began to bark.  It put its nose against her wet pussy and licked her. The dog reared its head up, snorted and barked again.

Murata, as a breeder, was experienced in using false start techniques to increase a dog’s semen volume.  Murata encouraged the big dog to mount her, and the animal rose up on its hind legs and came over her back with its forelegs on either side of her chest.  Its forelegs slid back and it began hugging her hips.  It was ready to thrust its cock into a warm, wet hole.  She had the animal’s muzzle over her and it drooled slop on her neck, back and shoulders.

The dog now started to hunch forward trying to find the gaping pussy that it had smelled and seen.  She felt the cock tip smack against her wet pussy, and then it slid up and over her anus as the dog thrust forward.  The dog prodded her again.  She shuddered in nervous anticipation of the penetration, as the dog hunched forward trying to get its cock into her.  The dog continued to thrust forward trying to find her pussy.

“OH… NO– OH… NO – OH… NO  – OH… NO  – OH… NO – OH NO….”

But, every time the big mastiff got close to penetrating her, Murata and Kenzo pulled the dog off.  They did that a few times before they let the dog enter her.  This got the animal really crazy, which pre-loaded more semen and made it go wild.  The dog barked and whined as Murata yelled at Kazumi to get prepared, because he knew she was going to get fucked with a rape-like intensity.

Murata forced four or five false mounts, and after each one, the mastiff, crazy with the smell of her, strained against its human handlers.  Kazumi got very excited too and soon was actually begging for entry after this. 

“OH..ohhh..uuuhhh...letitfuckme......ohhh......letitfuckme........OH.....oh....ohhhh.”

Using this technique, Murata knew this dog would ejaculate up to a cup of hot semen.  One thing was for sure, the dog was going to enjoy the sensations of Kazumi’s strong orgasmic contractions clamping rhythmically around its cock.  It would spur the animal to stay hard longer, and do a better job draining its big balls.  Since she was already so hot and wet, even though the mastiff was quite a bit bigger than the black dog, Murata let the animal go...really go.  This time the old stable master let nature take its course.

The fucking was brutal and deep.  They grabbed and moved her a bit to line up her dripping, sloppy pussy with the animal’s thrusting cock.  The dog felt the tip at her hole; then its powerful hind quarters slammed forward.  And while the black dog had stretched her sex-hole a lot... her vagina was forced to stretch open even more to accommodate the mastiff’s bigger cock. 

As the tip found her vagina and went inside, the shaft dilated her and soon the next few thrusts got the entire shaft inside her warm, wet vagina.  She groaned and then moaned.  The parting of her vaginal sphincter and the opening of her hole felt so good again.  It touched her G-spot and slid past.  It hurt and felt good at the same time, filling her.

She tried to scoot forward again when she felt the dog trying to force more inside her.  There was so much cock and as the big, canine penis went deeper, the noblewoman kept whimpering and groaning in pleasure-pain.  Daisuke found her reactions so sexy that he was standing off to the side with his hand under his kimono squeezing his cock.  The dog pulled out a little and then just rammed it back in.  This made her groan like it was about to come out her mouth.  Then the beast started slamming its haunches in and out – in and out in a nasty simulation of rough human sex. 

Kazumi took eight inches of cock during this part of the sex act.  She screamed at the depth, but not long after the dog started thrusting and humping, she came in a shuddering orgasm.  Everyone was surprised at how quick she came and marveled at how hard the dog fucked her.  Its rear paws would scoot forward with the force of its powerful haunches as it thrust its cock into her. 

Her cries and moans left no doubt that she was in the throes of the hottest passion.  The dog, grunting and slobbering like the beast it was, really began to fuck her now for all it was worth; she cried out each time the animal’s haunches thrust forward and forced the embedded cock deeper into her. 

She groaned loudly and her eyes rolled back lewdly in her head as the dog began to hump her with short powerful strokes.   She didn’t fuck back, she just let the dog fill and stretch her.  The boys crowded closer to see the knot crowding her hole.  All but the knot was inside her.  Now fully engorged, the dog’s knot was as big around as Ohira’s fist.  She had taken the entire shaft... 

She braced herself as the dog began to push - trying to get the knot inside her.  When the animal pulled back and its cock slipped out....it went back in easier as her slimy, reddened hole was really open.  On each thrust it rubbed the epicenter of her sex-hole.

She went, “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH.”

The dog humped her like a demon and on one of its thrusts, the knot stretched open her vaginal sphincter and popped inside.  Kazumi screamed like she was giving birth when it stretched her hole open.  The boys were beside themselves.  This was a new high point...  Even Murata was mesmerized by what he was seeing.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH...”

Having this dog’s knot in her was totally beyond her imagination or comprehension.  Her vaginal sphincter had been stretched to the limit.  She now had more than a hand’s span of canine cock inside her.  The dog had stopped humping and just held its cock inside her.  Its organ throbbed and vibrated as the beast began discharging more of its watery cum into her…soon a heavier load of cream would follow to add to the deposit already in her sex-hole. 

Now, she began cumming….and cumming…her breasts jiggled and swayed as the dog’s cock, filling her totally, throbbed and hosed its hot cum.  She was pushed into a string of convulsive orgasms.  Her mouth would open and she would croak and then cry out.  It was an odd combination of sounds for a human female to make, but this was no ordinary fuck...

She knew now, deep in her soul, that no man would ever be able to satisfy her like this.  This dog’s cock was a supreme tool for making a human female reach mind-shattering orgasm.  The dog was lust-driven for her and its organ kept hosing her pussy with its watery cum - so much that it backed up and began oozing out of her tightly packed and stretched hole.  The tip of the dog’s cock head was up against her epicenter - completely bottomed out.  The big testicles released huge gushes of thick, yellowish cum.

It sprayed from the tip straight into the deepest part of her hole.  She could feel the hot fluid inside her and it added to the sensations overwhelming her.  Her vaginal contractions milked the dog’s cock rhythmically.  Two of her orgasms were total body shakers.  The dog spurred her on to seven orgasms during the

next twenty minutes.  Murata had to steady her after the fifth of those, as she almost fainted.

The slimy discharge had flooded her vaginal canal and backed up.  She had never felt such primal lust.  Her orgasm had almost been continuous since the dog had forced the knot into her.  She could feel the heat radiating from its cock; it was so hot - much hotter than a human penis.  And it kept spurting and spurting.  She was stretched wider and filled deeper than she had ever been in her whole life.  Her vagina had begun to spasm involuntarily and milked the beast’s cock.  It was a satisfying coupling for both woman and beast...

Sweat poured off her.  With the dog’s full penis in her vagina, she felt her pussy convulsively clenching the shaft and as her vaginal sphincter squeezed, it kept the knob, just inside her hole, pressing on her G-spot.  As this continued, she experienced more orgasms.  They surged thru her loins and up into her belly and down her thighs, and made her scream like a lunatic. 

Each time the big mastiff shot more hot semen against her epicenter, she felt it.  The stable boys were beside themselves.  They were witnessing one of the most perverted sex acts imaginable.  Kenzo and Hiroki now had their hands in their loincloths playing with their pricks.  They couldn’t help themselves.

She kept having orgasms as long as the dog’s hot cock was inside her.  The dog’s contractions finally subsided and dribbled the last drops of semen into her.  Both Kazumi and the dog were breathing hard as they waited for the knot to relax and shrink.  The dog pulled back slightly and felt the tight grip of her vaginal sphincter.  The animal pulled harder and the knot finally popped free and slid out of her pussy.   Semen drained out of her after the cock came out with a “popping” sound.  Hot cum began pouring out of her stretched, distended hole and splattered on the ground as more ran down the inside of her legs.

The dog’s ejaculation was so copious that its cum seemed to be everywhere.  After the knot came out, Kazumi had spasms in her vagina for several minutes and two times she started straining like she was trying to give birth.  The boys looked on in wonder.  The dog whined and began licking its cock.  Kazumi sagged and put her head down between her forearms.  The boys erupted into applause... 

The dog’s big phallus was still erect as it wagged it around under its belly.  Kenzo and Hiroki led the animal off.  Kazumi was a mess from her pussy to her knees.  Canine cum dripped in a steady stream from her hole.  She was wet all over her mons and her ass…her pubic hair was plastered down.  She was wet all down her thighs.  Murata got a bowl, held it between her legs, just under her pussy and caught the cum that poured from her raw hole. 

He made her lap it up, all of it, and then lick the bowl clean, as an additional act of humiliation and degradation.  After awhile, he brought the black dog back to fuck her in her asshole.  Her sphincter muscle was already relaxed from her

orgasms, and Murata lubed her shithole with some grease and they got the dog up on her back.

This time, he carefully guided the dog’s red penis to her pinkish-brown hole and when the tip was centered on the hole, he let the dog begin humping to get it inside.  It pressed against her anal sphincter and even though Kazumi thought about trying to keep her anus tight and deny the animal entry, it popped inside making her groan.  The dog began stroking at its normal speed.  Murata allowed the penis to penetrate up to the bulb and slowly, she was able to accept the knot. The bulb penetrated beyond the sphincter, which took a little time to allow penetration of the last two inches of the animal’s penis.

She was able to receive the entire shaft and the bulbous knot.  The muscles in her anal sphincter parted wide enough to allow the knot into her, but closed down on the shaft behind the bulb.  As a result, the dog’s cock became tied inside of her for almost thirty minutes and continued to spasm.  Kazumi just hung her head and remained lost in a trance - feeling the very satisfying sensations of the dog’s ejaculation of hot semen into her rectum.  It felt so good, she had an orgasm.  The high temperature of the dog’s penis and semen had produced another hot cum.  When the dog’s erection subsided and it popped out, Murata told her that she had done such a good job that they were going to “honor” her as well. 

She was exhausted, but Murata got her up on her knees, pulled aside his kimono and loincloth and pulled out his cock.  He was average in size, and some of his pubic hair was gray, but his foreskin was loose.  First, he “skinned” his glans so she could clean him there.  He had some greasy little curds nesting all around his glans, under his foreskin.  She had to use her lips and tongue to get it all.  It was gross, but the submission was exciting to her.  He grunted in pleasure as he directed her to lick his balls and kiss his cock up and down the shaft from his nuts to the pisshole. 

Then he made her suck his cock to completion.  Then, he made her suck all of the stable boys: Daisuke, Kenzo, and Hiroki all took a turn with her.  She was still on a sexual high and sucked each cock to completion…enjoying the differences in their size, taste, color, texture, the flavor and the consistency of their ejaculate.  Finally Ohira and Nomura made her suck their cocks too.  For the final act of degradation, Murata had the boys bring the dogs to her one at a time. The black dog first.   Murata lifted the dog’s tail and motioned for Kazumi to get busy.  She looked at him and then at the dog’s anus and recoiled in horror.

“Oh no....please do not make me do that. No please.  That is the most shameful......PLEASE.”

But, Murata would not be denied.  With everyone standing around as a witness, Lord Sato’s beautiful daughter licked first the black dog’s shit hole and then the mastiff’s asshole too.  The old stable master kept her at it.  She had to kiss and lick their anuses for more than five minutes.   It was a disgusting end to the party.  The smell and the taste made her gag, but she did it.  Afterwards, she could not look anyone in the eye.  She had been shamed totally.

Ohira looked at her, chuckled and remarked to Nomura, “She was a dog whore all along.  You were right.”

Chapter 9   

Chiyoko and the Stallions

The powers that be had not decided what they were going to do with the admitted Christian, Chiyoko.  Even though she had renounced her religion, there were forces at work that wanted to execute her as an example.  In the meantime, she was fair game for sexual monsters like Ohira and Nomura, who took every opportunity to rape and sodomize her. 

They made good use of her mouth, vagina and rectum.  And poor Chiyoko was so helpless now.  She had been stripped of all dignity as well as her faith.  All she had left was her robust sexuality.  And she was surrounded by perverts all too ready to exploit her.  She was just a submissive sex toy at this point, no more – no less.

So, it was no big thing when one morning Ohira and Nomura took her to the stables.  She didn’t know what to expect, but she was obedient and went docilely with the two samurai.  In the barn, among the seemingly endless rows, the smell of horses was very strong.  Murata greeted them and then huddled with Ohira.  He had thoroughly enjoyed letting the dogs fuck Kazumi.

Murata had another, even nastier idea; a thoroughly degrading sex act for Chiyoko.  When he first suggested it to Ohira and Nomura, the two samurai eagerly agreed.  Murata issued orders that, among other things, sent the stable boy, Hiroki, running.  It took some time, and Chiyoko was allowed to lie down on a pile of hay in a corner.  Murata and the samurai repaired to his inner sanctum for tea.  About thirty minutes later, Hiroki came back and Chiyoko was alerted by some noise....

“We are going to milk some stallions,” Murata announced to her.

Chiyoko’s mind raced at this.  The stable master’s words floated ominously in the air.  The men took her over to where a big brown horse was tethered in a stall.  As the stable boys groomed the animal, slowly but surely, the stallion’s cock emerged from the sheath - dropping down from its belly- black, looking thick and sinuous like a python.  Even soft, it was more than eight inches long.  The animal’s testicles were very big too.  They hung down pendulous in a big, black, hairy sack.  Chiyoko couldn’t help but stare….

Ohira joked, “I’ll bet there’s a lot of cum in those balls.”

Chiyoko stared, but tried not to.  She hoped the others didn’t notice that she couldn’t stop staring.  As the animal’s cock emerged from its furry pouch, she noticed the hole at the tip – it looked like a little tube was protruding.  It was a monstrous thing.  The horse’s balls were huge too.  Nomura opined that each testicle looked to be as big as Ohira’s fists and this made Murata chuckle. 

Ohira was famous for his big hands…his “meat-hooks”.  Despite or because of its appearance, the horse’s “equipment” fascinated Chiyoko.  As its cock dropped down, she was amazed at the rubbery length and thickness of it.  The head was like a plum and the black shaft just behind was narrow, but then it widened and flared so much that Chiyoko could see that no human hand would be able to grasp it fully around the shaft.  It was obscene.

Chiyoko noticed the boys chatting excitedly.  Commenting on the animal’s cock, as it was so much bigger than any human penis.  Everyone seemed to be “on”.  Nervously, Chiyoko began wringing her hands.  The beast began whinnying louder.  Other than the horse stamping and tossing its head in front of them and the chatter of the stable boys, the silence was broken only by the sounds of the other animals in the long, low building.

Chiyoko just couldn’t take her eyes off the horse’s penis.  The beast’s cock kept coming out of the sheath under its belly, getting a little longer and thicker.  It hung down and thickened until it looked like a baby elephant’s trunk.  Chiyoko gaped at it, especially the head.  It was different from a man’s and disgusting in a way - but fascinating too.  She felt light-headed as she watched them lead the stallion into a stall.  Nomura quietly put his hand between her cheeks and began

to tickle her anus.  Daisuke, stepping around the horse, noticed where the samurai’s hand was and smiled.  It was very hot to watch.

Chiyoko felt his fingers at her shithole, and as he worked his hand down her pants and got his finger into her shithole, she did an involuntary dip - a little half squat.  She whimpered and as she did so, she glanced left to see Daisuke smiling at her …

“Getting hot,” he leered at her?

As he played with her asshole, Nomura whispered in her ear, “You get hot looking at the stallion’s cock …yes?”

Her face got red, but she didn’t say a thing.  Daisuke kept sneaking peeks at her as the other two boys got the stallion settled down.  Its erection had begun to subside.  Chiyoko looked at over her shoulder at Nomura and studied his face for some indication as to what was next as Hiroki calmed the big horse by rubbing its belly and Murata reached underneath the animal.

The old man began to carefully work his fingers into the opening of the stallion’s sheath.  He always cleaned a horse’s sheath before “milking” the animal. The

smell was very strong, as he worked the opening.  Much of a stallion’s musky odor came from its penile sheath.  This area was richly supplied with sebaceous glands, which secreted a lot of fatty, smelly gunk: smegma or “cock cheese”. 

Before each semen collection or mating, Murata would clean it.  He was one of the few men in the stable with the experience to do this.  Some stallions didn’t like to be cleaned and would act up.  This horse actually enjoyed being cleaned—after all, it was dirty and itchy in there, and it felt good to have the itch scratched.  As Murata performed this chore, Nomura had pushed Chiyoko closer.  It was strangely hypnotic for her to see the stable master handling the horse’s cock so casually. 

She watched as he removed a big glob of smegma.  It was greenish-gray and greasy on his fingers.  He brought it over to her.  She wrinkled her nose.  It smelled very strong....gross.  As Chiyoko shrank from him, he grabbed her by the neck, pulled her closer and held her steady.  Nomura steadied her as Murata brought his fingers under her nose.

“Smell it,” the old man said to her roughly.

She squirmed a bit, but with two men controlling her it was no use.  He shoved it under her nose which involuntarily wrinkled again in disgust.  It smelled just awful. 

“Eat it.”

He made her open her mouth and wiped it on her tongue.  When Chiyoko tasted it, she wanted to spit it out, but one look at his face and she kept it in her mouth.  It was greasy and disgusting and made her gag.

“Swallow it…”

She managed to get it down.  Murata and Nomura grinned sadistically at her nauseous reaction.

“It is going to get a lot worse,” the old man said. 

Murata then smeared what was left on his fingers on her lips.  From two feet away it smelled awful, but on her lips and under her nose, it made her want to vomit.  The smell and the greasiness, even more than the taste, just overwhelmed her and made her gag and gag.  She couldn’t help herself…

Murata got in her face and said, “I’m going to make the stallion drop a load – you get ready …  understand?”

Chiyoko’s eyes flew open wide.

“See what the boy brings,” Nomura said as he steered Chiyoko closer.  “That’s mare’s piss on the rag…from a mare in heat. Watch what happens when the stallion smells it.”

Kenzo held the rag close to the horse’s nose.  And in that moment, the animal’s cock grew.  And as it got longer and thicker, it went from half-hard to ram-rod stiff in a flash.  It was longer than her whole forearm and bigger around than her fist.  Chiyoko almost fainted.  Nomura chuckled at this.  He caught her eye and this made Chiyoko look away.  She didn’t want him to see her mind.  She tried to stay calm now. 

Nervously she was squeezing her thighs together and she wanted to stop herself, because it was sending small waves of hot feeling thru her loins whenever she did it.  As it was, her sexhole, labia and inner thighs were wet as Kenzo teased the animal with the urine soaked rag and as she watched the animal humping the air. 

She could see the animal’s unbelievable cock in all its glory - now almost two feet long.  It was hard for her to look at such a monstrous organ and not be amazed.  The head, swelling and throbbing, was as big as an apple.  Murata told Ohira and Nomura to bring Chiyoko closer and they pushed her to where he indicated.

She whimpered, but she was submissive in their hands, as the animal, feeling Murata’s hands near its cock, began to hump the air.  She watched the huge cock waving around; then Murata grabbed the thick shaft.  Chiyoko found herself entranced as she watched him begin to masturbate the animal.  He held the shaft in his left hand and the glans in his right.

He stroked the monstrous cock and this made the stallion respond with pelvic thrusts.  As the horse humped, Murata’s left hand slid up and down the thick shaft following the horse’s thrusting motion.  Simultaneously, using his thumb, he massaged the glans of the horse’s huge cock with a rotating motion.  At the right moment, Murata aimed the animal’s cockhead at Chiyoko’s face. 

The gross urethral opening winked open and closed, open and closed.... and in the next moment...... the deluge struck.  The horse began to whinny and ejaculate at the same time, and the copious load sprayed Chiyoko with a huge torrent of cum.  There was so much it seemed to cover her.  The first spurts were thin and watery, pale yellow in color, but as the animal continued to ejaculate, the continuing torrents were thick and gelatinous like glue. 

Nomura held her head facing the ejaculating horse cock so that she would receive all of the nasty semen.  She got a lot in her mouth and just swallowed it, but as the beast kept spurting…it filled her mouth faster than she could gulp it down.  Some dribbled from the corners of her mouth and dripped down onto her tits.  She gasped for breath as the hot fuck-slime filled her mouth. 

The horse’s hot slimy discharge and the overflow continued to splash and slop all over her forehead, cheeks, mouth, chin, neck and prison top.  She heard the excited murmurs and comments from the stable boys as Murata hosed her with the horse’s ejaculate.  She gagged as there was too much in her mouth.....

Her cheeks ballooned when it landed in her open mouth.  There was so much, she choked, gagged and struggled not to throw up.  Globs and ropes of horse jism hung from her lips, chin and nipples and began to coagulate.  The stable boys grinned, laughed and pointed at her.  Her face and blouse became messy with disgusting horse cum.   She had swallowed a lot of the thin, milky cum and the gelatinous cream. 

She felt a little sick to her stomach from her forced feeding, but it also felt “sexual”.  The thought that the horse had cum on her excited her mentally.  The boys whooped and laughed, taunted and mocked her – Daisuke called her a “pig”.  A lot had gotten in her hair.  There was cum all over her face; she was a sloppy mess.  Finally the horse was done and two of the boys led it away.

When Nomura took his hands off her shoulders, Chiyoko looked like she was going to vomit.  Murata told her to get control of herself.  But, she had swallowed a lot of horse cum and the fishy taste and gluey texture made her feel a little sick.  With one hand covering her face and the other cradling her belly, she struggled to control the urge to throw up. 

She began retching and then she threw up.  A big gush of whitish-yellow slop fountained from her mouth, adding to her humiliation.  She sank down to her knees afterwards, holding her belly.  She felt even more submissive after having been forced to vomit.  She was becoming very used to having someone take control of her body and make her do things.  The servant girl had become a complete slave.  Of course they let the horse cum on her again.  When it was over, she was a complete mess.

Then, there was a commotion, and everyone turned to look.  Hiroki was leading a beautiful little red pony, a small stallion with a smooth red coat, about half the size of a horse.  These were bred in Japan in those days to haul coal in the galleys of the mines.  They were twice as strong as a horse, but only weighed about three hundred and fifty pounds.  Murata took the bridle from Hiroki.  When Chiyoko saw the pony – her hand went to her mouth and she bit her knuckle.  Her mind was racing and she began whimpering.

Murata brought the pony into the stall.  It was then the beast’s cock dropped.  It was mottled bright pink and black and hung down until it seemed like it would touch the ground.  Nomura made her take her wet clothes off.  The stable boys stood around to watch.  She looked over at them and then submissively stripped.  She knew this was all she was good for now.  She figured that they were going to be allowed to fuck her. 

She was ready.  In fact, her pussy was very wet....She looked down between her legs.  She looked up to see Ohira gawking at that place between her legs.  She smelled of horse cum and her own vaginal secretions.   Nomura supervised and pushed her front and center.  She covered her face with her hands.  The boys whispered excitedly among themselves, buzzing about her naked charms.  She was a hot young girl...

“Her tits are huge,” one of them said to another. 

The boys couldn’t take their eyes off her, as her girlish secretions drooled down her thighs.  She was mortified.  Then Ohira made her turn around, bend over and show them her anus.  If there was more humiliation in store for her, she didn’t care at this point.  Having to exhibit her asshole to the stable boys was very humiliating.  She kept her hands over her face the whole time.

She continued to whimper like a little girl, as the stable master, at that point, knelt down beside the pony.  The stable boys brought a big heavy table over and set it in place.  It was special; the top was round, leather covered and the whole thing was mounted on four sturdy legs.  The set it up in the stall to the right of the pony.  The stall was wide and Daisuke got the pony turned so that they could see the animal from the side. 

Nomura got Chiyoko’s upper body down on the table with her feet flat on the ground.  This position exposed her pussy and ass nicely.  The setup allowed everyone to see the curve of her heavy buttocks and legs.  Chiyoko turned her face away.  She felt very vulnerable.  Everyone would be watching and enjoying her degradation and humiliation.  She felt overwhelmed.

She thought at first the men were going to fuck her, but she soon realized that she was there so the pony could fuck her.  She was of two minds about this. She felt some horror and fear on one hand.  To be raped by an animal was the ultimate humiliation.  It was also potentially dangerous.  The beast’s cock was certainly a lot larger than a man’s cock, even Ohira’s.  But she was also yearning for this too.  To have such a powerful male animal wanting to fuck her was an emotional and sexual hurricane of epic proportions...

The smell of horse in the stall was very strong.  And Chiyoko’s messy pussy added to the smell.  She waited and felt herself slipping down a long and very steep slope as the stable boys added to her humiliation by laughing and joking, excited by what they were going to see.  Now that the show was soon to begin, they crowded into the stall on the other side of the pony.  Jostling each other, they got into position so they could see everything and help Murata get the little stallion ready to mount her.

She lay there realizing she was going to be fucked by a horse.  Nothing in all her twenty years had prepared her for the sexual degradation that these men were forcing on her.  She had become the ultimate female receptacle: men used her mouth, pussy and rectum to relieve themselves; she had been hosed down with horse semen; and now, she was about to be fucked by a pony stallion.  She lay there beaten into total submission and ready to receive whatever they wanted her to take.

Chiyoko regarded the faces of the stable boys.  There was so much young lustful cruelty there.  She looked in the other direction at Ohira and Nomura. There was pure evil in their eyes, as they stood there like monsters ready to enjoy her ultimate rape.  Then she looked back over her shoulder to see Kenzo and Murata getting the pony into position.  The pony’s cock was now fairly hard and long.  The clatter of its hooves on the floor of the stable seemed very loud...

Murata used both hands on the animal’s cock to get the beast ready.  Drops of slippery juice trickled from the hole at the tip.  Kenzo plunged his hand into a pot of white grease, came up with a big dollop and smeared all over her pussy and into her waiting sex-hole.  Chiyoko moaned as he worked it in.  There was some of the mare’s urine in the grease.  This would make sure the stallion had all the motivation it needed to fuck the shit out of her...

The animal edged closer to her proffered bottom.  Its head went down to sniff at her ass, so temptingly presented.  It put its nose against her wet pussy and got the scent.  This made the pony rear its head, curl its lip and let out a loud whinny.  The sex odor excited the animal and it began to snort and toss its head wildly.  The pony smelled “ovulating mare”.  This meant mating.  Her pussy odor, mixed with the pheromones from the mare’s urine, sent an urgent message to animal’s primitive, bestial brain.

The animal’s cock was rubbery and waving around.  When it got a whiff of the sex odor, the beast’s cock stiffened and IN AN INSTANT, was fully erect, rigid and slapping its belly.  Chiyoko could hear the animal’s cock slapping its belly, as reared up on two legs.  Nomura grabbed her by her hair and made her turn her head back to look at it. 

Now fully erect, the cock was as big around as her fist at its widest point and as long as her forearm from fist to elbow.  She knew that any moment she was going to have that log inside her and for the first time she was afraid.  This emotion added to the excitement and shame she was feeling.  All of this propelled her to new depths of masochistic submission.

“OH….oh….oh….uh….oh…..ohhhhh,” was all she said as, wide-eyed, she took in the animal’s big phallus.

That’s when Murata got the pony up to mount her.  The little stallion rose up on its hind legs and came over her back with its forelegs on either side of the table.  It had done this before, so it wasn’t hard to get the pony to up with its chest on her back and its forelegs hugging her hips and the table.  The pony’s rear hooves were behind her, so that with its front legs straddling her, it was ready to thrust

its cock into her warm, wet hole.  There were heavy wooden dowels mounted on both sides of the table and it was over these that the animal rested its front legs.

Nomura then made Chiyoko spread her legs wide and hold on to the table with both hands.  He slapped her ass to get her up on her toes, with her back arched which made her pussy gape open.  The stallion stopped slapping its cock against its belly and hunched forward trying to find the pussy it had smelled. Chiyoko felt the cock head touch her pussy, but then it slide up her crack as the stallion thrust forward.  The pony kept trying to find her hole, humping and trying to penetrate her.

The pony kept trying. With Murata’s help, it got its cock head at her sexhole; then the powerful hindquarters flexed and drove the cock in.  Inside now, the animal began humping, pushing her forward.  And while her sex-hole had been opened, her vaginal sphincter had to stretch a lot to take the whole fist-sized cockhead.  As it dilated her, and the head slid inside her warm, wet cavern, Chiyoko groaned out loud.  The parting of her vaginal sphincter and the opening of her hole was an eye-watering experience. 

The big crown plowed in, touched her cervix and went past - stretching her sex-hole to the max.  She felt a combination of pain and pleasure.  She tried to scoot forward when she felt the pony trying to force more inside, but there was nowhere to go.  There was so much cock inside her and as it reached bottom, she cried out.  The penetration was mind-boggling and she groaned so loud that two of the boys began clapping and hooting... 

The massive cock stretched her birth canal to the max.  Then the pony pulled out half way, giving her a chance to catch her breath.  But then, it just rammed it back in.  A very hard thrust forward.  Just slammed it in.  It was hard to believe she had room for a cock that long and thick.  It was like having a woman’s arm, from fist to elbow, shoved in her hole.  She groaned like it was about to come out her mouth.  The boys crowded closer to see how much of the huge cock was inside her.

The pony had erected to its full length and girth. All but two inches was inside her; Chiyoko had taken almost all of it.  She braced herself as the pony began to whinny and snort, pull back and thrust forward again and again.  It went in easier as her greased, reddened hole was really opened up now.  It slid in all the way to her epicenter...

Chiyoko went, “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH.”

The boys were awed.  Everyone was mesmerized by what they were seeing.  The penetration was totally beyond any previous experience – her whole pelvis felt filled and stretched to the limit.  Her whole lower body felt distended and invaded.  The apple sized cockhead flared and the huge testicles went up and

down in the big sack.  The pony, neighing like the beast it was, now began to fuck her for all it was worth. 

She cried out each time the animal’s haunches thrust up and in - forcing the cock in oh-so-deep.  But then it would stop, pull back and the big cock would slip out.  The big organ would wave around and then the little stallion would hump and find her hole again and penetrate her fully and painfully.  Then the beast just fucked the shit out of her for several long minutes at a time.

She groaned, moaned and during the fuck, her eyes rolled back in her head.  Her breasts rubbed against the table.  As the little stallion drove its huge phallus in and out of her pussy, she knew she was going to cum.  Her orgasm was building since the pony had started to fuck her.  She could feel the head of its cock flaring and stretching her.  There was no part of her sex-hole the animal’s cock had not touched and stretched.

Murata’s pleasure at seeing the convicted Christian being defiled knew no bounds.  Everyone was smiling, grinning and joking.  It was obvious that Chiyoko was a strong woman.  And to see her take a pony stallion’s cock was something special indeed.  Sweat poured off her.  As the pony pounded her, she had a huge orgasm and showed everyone how it felt as she screamed like a madwoman.  Like someone had shoved a sword into her belly.  The boys looked on in wonder and delight.

Everyone was witness to one of the most unbelievable sights in all the world.  A stallion fucking a woman.  Two of the boys, on the other side of the pony, had their hands in their loincloths playing with their pricks.  They watched from close up as the beast kept slamming its haunches up and in - and then back out – up and in - and then back out - in a monstrous parody of human mating. 

It was unbelievable how hard the pony fucked her and usually it went in only about ¾ of the way.  Its rear hooves scooted forward with the force of its powerful thrusts, making the tail flick up and down.  Her vocalizations left no doubt that it hurt when the animal slammed its cock into her.

She grunted like a man had punched her hard in the stomach every time the pony slammed its cock home.  The animal brayed, whinnied, huffed and puffed; it rear hooves scraping and clattering on the stone floor to gain purchase.  It kept shoving its cock into poor Chiyoko as fast and hard as possible.  She drooled too- not knowing or caring.  She was out of her mind.  The stable boys watched - hypnotized.  

Her big tits jiggled, swayed; her big, brown nipples rubbed back and forth on the leather top.  She wagged her head from side to side.  At times she rested her face on the bench.  Other times she held her head up and stared to the front as if she were mesmerized.  Her sweat-soaked hair was splayed all over her face in clumps

and strands as the beast’s cock was shoved into her sex-hole with three hundred and fifty pounds of flesh and bone behind it. 

The little stallion was also getting close to cumming.  By instinct, the animal shoved its cock in as deep as it could trying to push the fist-sized, flared helmet to seal off her hole.  The slit in the pony’s cock head was up against Chiyoko’s epicenter now.  The massive cockhead had stretched her pussy to unbearable painful dimensions.  Even though as she cried out, yelled and screamed, the thrill and excitement was mind boggling.  The hot cockhead had reached beyond any previous penetration she had experienced.  It was deep in her vaginal sheath and up against the bottom of her sexhole.

The stallion kept mounting and then remounting her.  Then at some point, she felt like the cockhead seemed too rotate inside her pussy.  It created suction and she felt her womb was being sucked or pulled out.  This was unbearably pleasurable, and she had a HUGE MASSIVE ORGASM that went on and on for a long time. 

Since the huge cock was tightly fitted into her vagina without any air gap, it produced a suction force that pulled her cervix and uterus out.  The in-and-out movement of her cervix and uterus sent a powerful signal to her brain and made her cum again and again.

Murata said to Nomura, in sheer amazement, “Can you imagine what that feels like to her?”

Nomura shook his head.  He could not imagine...  The beast finally ejaculated.  From the tip, thick gushes of hot semen filled her hole.  Chiyoko felt the hot cum splash into her.  Over and over it spewed.  A cup of white slop backed up in her hole to come oozing out around the shaft.  Each time the beast thrust in, pressure squirted some cum out.  She felt the pony’s cock head flare, setting off another orgasm as more potent, hot, horse semen jetted into her waiting hole.

The pony’s ejaculation was so copious that cum had sprayed back and splattered everywhere.  It seemed like there was cum all over her pussy and down her thighs and on the animal’s apple-sized balls.  Hot cum began to dribble down the inside of her thighs.  The beast paused, her sex hole stretched tight around its shaft, as its penile contractions subsided.  The flared head and the shaft flexed a final time to squirt the last drops of semen into her ravaged hole.

Chiyoko and the pony were both breathing heavily as they waited for the swollen, flared head to relax and subside.  The pony pulled back slightly, making her grunt, as the cock did not want to come out.  Her pussy sheath was stretched tight around the engorged column of flesh.  The animal pulled back again and the cock popped free.  The stallion whinnied, shuddered and flicked its tail.  Cum now ran from her distended hole.  The stable boys crowded around to look.  Her vagina

was so open they could have put a hand in her sexhole.  It was like an invisible pipe was holding it open.

The pony’s phallus hung down, dripping clots of cum.  Another big gush of semen poured from her gaping hole and splattered on the ground as more ran down the insides of her thighs.  The pony got down off her back.  But the little horse was not done.  And Murata and Ohira were not ready to let Chiyoko rest.  The pony still had lots of cum in its balls.  After a few minutes, the mating was repeated; and the little stallion remounted her four more times in the next twenty minutes.  Each time fucking the living shit out of her.

On each remount, she again came like a whore.  The pony filled her pussy full of cum again and again (a quarter to a half cup with each ejaculation.).  Finally, the animal was done and Daisuke and Hiroki led it away.  Chiyoko wanted to collapse.  She was exhausted…a mess from her pussy to her knees.  Equine cum dripped from her hole.  She was wet all over: her mound.... her ass and her pubic hair was plastered down.  She was wet all down the insides of her thighs.

Murata got a bowl to catch the cum that drained from her raw hole. He made her drink all of it, and then lap the bowl until it was clean. Then, of course, she had to get down on her knees and suck Murata, the three stable boys, Ohira and Nomura’s cocks to completion again before she was allowed to leave.  Many of them really wanted to degrade her even more - so they hosed and sprayed her face, getting it all over her, even in her hair. 

When she got back to her cell, her sexhole was still dripping and drooling.  That night, lying on her tatami, she relived what they had made her do.  Having been forced to have sex with the stallion, she realized that had been fucked mentally as well.  What sort of a woman was she?  She could not deny the sheer, mind-bending pleasure the animal made her feel.  But there was so much guilt and shame too.  She had entered the only life left open to her: the life of a sex slave.

This was all mixed up in her mind.  The things these men did to her…. they were so disturbing….and yet so arousing.  The feeling haunted her that she enjoyed what they did to her; and in that submission she had become even lower than a whore.  And that night, tormented by her experiences, and knowing that she had renounced her Savior, and that she was alone, she masturbated over and over - reliving and experiencing fresh arousal at the memories...

 

Chapter 10   

The Doctor

“My Lord, her arrogant attitude is no longer..... As you requested.”

“She is most respectful now, Lord.”

“She has learned her place....”

The Daimyo’s retainers were giving their commander an update on Kazumi.  Each of them were eager to impress Lord Murakami with their efficiency.  It was all as he requested.....

“Good, let her rot in the jail and keep me informed what is happening with her every day.  I can not think of anything more satisfying to me than the defilement of Sato’s daughter.  When we send her back to her father, she will be a broken doll,” the Daimyo said with a grin.

The next day, after the morning meal, Kazumi complained that she needed to see the doctor.  So, she was brought to Maeda for an examination and treatment.  He had her strip and saw that she had a young, strong body.  The doctor, examining her between her legs, noticed how rough use had chafed her pussy, perineum and anus.  He smiled to himself.  He knew that the Daimyo had given her to his men for use.  He wondered how many cocks had she been forced to take? 

“You have been used hard, have you not?”

“Yes.”

I will examine you thoroughly and then I will treat you so you will be able to endure your captivity...do you understand?”

Kazumi wasn’t sure what he meant, but humiliated and cowed, she nodded.  First, he gave her two humiliating enemas.  He filled her with two quarts the first time and nearly a gallon the second.  She handled the first one, even though she was anxious to expel the fluid, as it began to cause cramps.  He gave her a pan to expel the enema.  It was very humiliating. 

The second enema was a torment.  He filled her to capacity and then even a little more than she could handle.  Then he made her hold it for the longest time.  This produced intense cramps and caused her to sweat profusely.  Afterwards, she felt drained and weak.  He made her lie on her back and used tweezers to examine, then tease and torment her labia and clitoris.  Kazumi soon realized that this was not a medical exam.  He was torturing her.  And he was very good at it... He used a probe to stretch and ream her piss hole.  She kept gasping and whimpering as he played with her like a toy.

In fact, telling her that he wanted to treat her for vaginal chafing, he used a cream on her pussy.  Rubbing it into the folds of her womanhood and into her sore sex-hole, Maeda soon had her squirming under his touch.  It felt good.  But he had more in mind.  He used two fingers to work her sex-hole and hooking them to press against the anterior wall of her vagina, he began frigging her hard.  He soon made her ejaculate clear fluid from her pisshole.  She spurted so much, that she apologized to him...

Kazumi lay there exhausted.  He then told her that some of her problem was “tightness” in her “birth canal”.  He said he had just the thing to help her...He had a device that dilated a woman’s vagina and could be made to expand until a full-term baby would fit. 

“You will give birth some day and you will be glad what I’m going to do for you.”

He thought to himself, ‘this will help you take more of the dogs’ cocks, whore’.

He inserted an animal skin bladder into her body, in her pussy.  It was a heavy, thick soft leather tube around a thin, metal, mesh core – in effect an air tube.  He lubed it and forced it into place in her wet vagina, going deep into her body and high up into her belly.

“Oh......oh.....oh....ohhhhhhhh,” Kazumi groaned when he worked it deeply inside her.  

She wriggled and writhed on the table. 

“OHHHHHHH....”

       

The bladder protruded humiliatingly from her hole as he attached a long hose to it.  The other end of the hose he hooked up to a treadle operated foot pump.  He sat down and got ready to work the treadle.

“All young women, who have not had children, need to have their vaginas stretched,” he said seriously to her.

As he pumped the treadle up and down, the bladder began to fill with air and expand.  It began to grow and swell inside her - slowly stretching her vaginal cavity.  She soon began to feel terrible cramps in her belly and a dull ache all through her pelvis.

       

The pain from having her pussy opened was also accompanied by humiliation, as the tube bulged out her vagina and there was nothing she could do about it.  Kazumi felt like she was being torn apart and that her abdomen would burst.  As the bladder slowly grew inside her she felt utterly full and painfully stretched.  She cried out as each beat of her heart seemed to send fresh waves of agony through her body.  She sobbed and writhed as the bladder expanded to its full size.  But then, he stopped and released the air.  The bladder began to shrink.

“Ohh....oh....oooohhhh,” she moaned in relief as the bladder deflated.

With a demonic smile on his once gentle features, he began to work the treadle again and the bladder began re-inflating.  As it swelled and filled with air, once again it elongated and widened her vagina.  Soon it stopped expanding; it had reached its full size.  Or the muscular sheath of Kazumi’s vagina had reached its limit and could not be forcibly opened any wider.  Anymore and she would tear...The agony she felt was not to be believed.  She felt like her whole lower body had been distorted into some grotesque shape.  The pain, from the sharp shooting pains radiating out of her stretched hole and in her muscles to the dull ache from the organs that had been compressed or pushed into some new place, was overwhelming. 

She kept crying and groaning.  The bladder were now more than four inches in diameter.  Her whole pelvis felt the invasion now that it was fully distended.

“Oh.......OH.....please stop.....please take it out....OH....PLEASE...”

He made her stand.  She could not walk with the bladder inside her.  She splayed her legs out as wide as they would go and stumbled about. 

“This will relieve the tension and stress in your womanly parts,” he reassured her.

“Oh....it hurts,” she said as she cradled her protruding belly in her hands.  Her lower stomach protruded and bulged obscenely from the bladder inside her.  She looked pregnant.  He finally deflated it.  When it was removed, her sexhole gaped open.  He smeared more of the balm on her pussy which was really sore now.

After all this, the good doctor was very worked up.  He admonished her for arousing him.  As if it were her problem.   He took his penis, dark and small and with a tight foreskin, out of his kimono and loincloth.  It was hot and hard and pointing up towards the ceiling.   When he took it out, Kazumi stared at it and then looked at the doctor’s face.   He smiled at her.  She sighed.  She knew what he wanted and she gave it to him.  A moment later he came in her mouth and filled her with his fresh, hot discharge, which she swallowed.

He was not finished with her however.  He, like so many men, was a sadist and his small penis was not big enough to hurt or arouse her.  So, he lubricated her tight anus and rectum with grease and then fucked her in the ass until he had filled her bowels with a fresh load of hot semen.   When he finished, he made her clean his dirty cock with her mouth.  ‘Even the doctor uses me’, she thought to herself as she left.

Chapter 11   

Chiyoko’s Crucifixion

For Chiyoko, her ordeals were about to come to an end.  She had been reduced, perhaps even more than Kazumi, to the status of a sex slave.  But the worst was still to come.  In time, it was decided that since she had confessed to being a Christian (and in spite of the fact that she had renounced the faith) it was only appropriate that she be executed.   She had worried constantly that they might kill her, so it was no real surprise when they came for her.

This was to be Chiyoko’s final ordeal.  What she’d endured so far was nothing compared to the method the authorities decreed for her execution:  crucifixion.  She had reached out the Christian god, thru the Portuguese priests.  She had accepted a creed that taught despite the hard struggles of this world there was a place of redemption, salvation, peace and reward awaiting believers in the next life. 

She had clung to this hope.  True, Christianity preached a hard doctrine of denial of the flesh.  This was difficult for a sensual girl like Chiyoko, but she had tried to be good.   She now felt that it was the men who degraded her who were really guilty of sin...But all this was pointless.   Ever since she and Kazumi had been kidnapped on the road to Edo, fate had delivered her over to rape, torture, humiliation and perversion.  Now she was condemned to die an ignominious death.  And this, after she had abjured and rejected her Savior.  Would Jesus, in His infinite grace, wisdom and love, embrace her?  She realized that all she had to do was reach out once again and accept Him. 

The night before, Tomo and Minoru came by her cell and gave her a series of enemas.  They spend a pleasant evening raping her front and rear.  It was Tomo who told her that, on the morrow, she was to be crucified.  She got down on her knees and prayed for forgiveness and the strength to be able to bear up to the horror of crucifixion.

“Will they use nails on me,” she asked one of the jailers.

“I don’t know.....”

That night she wept bitter tears and prayed until she finally fell into a troubled sleep.  It was sad and overcast at mid-day when Tomo and Minoru came for her. 

She began to weep as they marched her to the prison courtyard.  There was a small knot of spectators.  Kazumi was there too.  She had been brought out to witness her maidservant’s execution.   Narada met the small procession carrying a scroll.  As they got Chiyoko ready, Narada read aloud the decree, in a shrill voice, from the Shogun himself, which ordered Chiyoko’s execution.

As his words rent the air, Chiyoko began to weep again.  Standing there, shivering in the cold in her prison clothes, she grunted with the strain when they  put a heavy beam, weighing seventy pounds, on her shoulders and lashed it secure.  It would prove to be a torment to carry. 

They force-marched her about a quarter mile down the road.  The beam was heavy and Chiyoko stumbled a few times.  The came to a clearing.  There was a five-foot tall square pole sunk in the ground, just off the road.  This was the place of crucifixion.  The pole had a two-inch block cut from the top where the crossbeam went.  They took the beam from her shoulders. 

Tomo and Minoru made her take off her cotton top and pants.  Her underskirt and underskirt were wet with sweat and pasted to her body from the exertions of carrying the beam.  Her nipples and hairy mons were visible to everyone thru the wet cloth, but soon she was completely naked.  The small crowd, from the courtyard, had followed to witness the execution.  No one mocked her; it was a solemn occasion.   Very rarely had villagers seen the cruel foreign ritual of crucifixion and they were cowed and awed.

Tomo had orders to prolong her agony.  Since being fixed her to the cross by wrists and ankles alone cramps the chest and causes asphyxiation quickly, Tomo had Minoru affix a curved rod with a knob at the end to the pole at hip height.  This would be used to penetrate Chiyoko’s rectum and would support her body - but it promised to be a terrible torment.  Minoru greased it as everyone watched...

They made her lie down on the ground and then Tomo nailed her wrists to the beam.  The pain and the horror of being mutilated by the nails was so intense, she shrieked and lost consciousness.  When he slapped her awake, he and Minoru got her on her feet and walked her backwards, with the beam sitting heavily on her shoulders, to the pole.  They lifted the crossbeam to the top of the stake and sat her on the greased rod, so it slid up into her rectum.  Minoru got on a bucket to nail the crossbeam to the pole.

Tomo bent her legs and then placed her feet sole-to-sole on the front of the pole.  In this position, which flexed her thighs and exposed her crotch, he nailed her heels to the post.  Chiyoko passed out again when the first nail went thru the skin, muscle and bone of her right heel.  When she regained consciousness, he drove an identical nail thru her left heel.  She was now secured to the post by all fours limbs and soon felt the full, cruel agony of her position. 

Her legs were bent and as she explored how much she could move- it wasn’t a lot.  With her wrists nailed… her arms stretched and her heels nailed to the post, she could only move up and down through a limited range.  Her melon-sized tits wobbled and jiggled with each movement of her body.  She let her head loll back and forth; then hung her head down in shame and futility after she’d made eye contact with Kazumi.  Her mistress wept.  Chiyoko’s loins, cleaved by the rod were supported, but it was a hard intrusive perch and the rod forced its way deeper into her anal passage, she cried out..  Crucified this way, she was soon feeling total body agony. 

“Oh Jesus, help me…help me,” she begged…her eyes towards heaven.

Narada dutifully made note of this on a parchment.  She was disavowing in public the renunciation she had made.  When she hung by her wrists, it soon became difficult to breathe and the pain, caused by the nails driven right thru the medial nerves, soon forced her to stand up on the nails in her heels and pull herself up by her arms to relieve the pressure.  She took in a breath when she stood.  But soon, the pain caused by the nails driven thru the nerves in her heels and the fatigue in her thigh muscles became unbearable.  So she allowed herself to hang by her wrists again.

This forced the rod deep into her shit-hole.  She went up and down...up and down... like a puppet.  Chiyoko hung for as long as she could stand it; then pulled herself up.  Holding this position for a few moments allowed her to relieve the pain in her wrists and get her lungs full of air.  Then, this pain became too much, so she sagged and her asshole received her weight again.  It was excruciating... Going up and down, up and down... it was like she was ass-fucking herself on the post.

Death would come, but it would be very slow and unutterably agonizing.  Chiyoko’s suffering could be intensified in a dozen ways, depending on Tomo who had been given a go-ahead to make it as agonizing as possible for her - so that she would serve as an example to others.  Malignant and vindictive, he had cruel plans for the plump servant girl.

As several hours passed and she passed from agony to agony, she became dehydrated.  To give her something to drink would allow her agony to be prolonged.  Tomo had Minoru piss in a bucket, soaked a sponge in the urine and then held it up to her lips.  The smell was overpowering and Chiyoko at first recoiled, but her thirst was terrible at that point and she bit on the sodden sponge to wet her mouth. 

He let her drink for awhile and then took it away.  He had mounted a short, sharp needle on the end of a stick and he used this to jab her.  He concentrated on her breasts, especially her nipples, her belly, inner thighs and buttocks.  Each cruel stab produced a moan or a groan of anguish.  Soon, her body was stippled with a hundred tiny puncture wounds.

He smeared her face, underarms and crotch with honey to attract insects. Tomo used a little brush to anoint her with the honey, paying special attention to her ears, nose, mouth, armpits, vaginal lips and clitoris.  Then he stood back to watch the fun.  Narada leaned up against a nearby tree - transfixed by her agony and watched too.  And then the flies and midges came.  Just a few at first, but attracted by the honey, they began to swarm.  Chiyoko had been sweating heavily.  The flies were soon crawling all over her drenched frame, and began to invade wherever there was a bodily opening.  As they infested her face, she nearly lost her mind.  Her dripping armpits, her pussy and crotch were soon infested. 

She writhed and squirmed and this only hurt her wrists and heels.  This was one of the most effective tortures as it opened the victim to intrusion into their most private orifices by some of nature’s nastiest creatures.  Chiyoko began sobbing as the insects tormented her.

Later, Tomo forcibly inserted a rough, thick wooden pole into her vagina several times and then redrew it.  He forced a thin stick up her urethral passage.....left it there awhile and finally took it out.  He dipped a cup into the urine bucket and gave her more to drink.  She was so parched that she drank every bit of the acrid, smelly piss he gave her.  As the hours passed, Chiyoko tried to control her pain and get enough air in her lungs by changing positions, but at some point she realized there was no real relief - only endless agony going up and down on the pole. 

The mental torture of crucifixion was the worst part.  She had no choice but to go up and down, over and over again.  A slow and agonizing ordeal, repeated innumerable times in sweaty and mind-numbing agony.  She cried out pitiably.  Night came and she was left to suffer.  The small mob left before sundown.  They forced Kazumi to leave too.  Narada could not wait to get back to his quarters.  He was so excited that he masturbated several time furiously as he re-imagined Chiyoko’s suffering on the cross...

All thru the night, Chiyoko went up and down.  She lost control of her bladder during this time too.  At around 4am she began to babble like an idiot as the torture became too much for her mind and body.   After the sun came up, the villagers began to come out, in small groups, to see her.  The word had gotten out and soon there was quite a crowd assembled.  Kazumi returned looking pale...

The mob, seeing in what terrible shape she was in after spending 17 hours on the cross, now jeered her.  There was nothing heroic about her.  She was a thing to be mocked.  When she sagged into unconsciousness in mid-morning, it was a merciful moment.  She expired about thirty minutes later.  It had taken almost 20 hours for her to die.  She did not rebuke her God on the cross...

Epilogue

After Chiyoko’s execution, Kazumi was kept as a political hostage in the criminal house for an additional three months.  She was raped and abused in imaginative and sadistic ways, reinforcing her submissive and masochistic nature.  Kazumi’s sexuality had become “set”.  The cruel perversions she had been subjected to had affected her enormously.  Her basic masochistic nature had received a tremendous amount of direct stimulation.  She came to crave cruel sex.  The experience created needs in her that would last a lifetime... 

A deal was made and Kazumi returned to Edo.  Seven months later she gave birth to a big, brown skinned baby boy with unusually large hands.  Power waxed and waned between the two fiefdoms, as often happens.  Kazumi eventually married, but it was whispered that she took lovers and enjoyed perverted forms of sex.  This all took place in the years 1621-1623, during the Edo period.

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