text: The thin-faced, middle-aged samurai looked at the bound figure before him and smiled tightly. The small windowless room was dark, the plaster walls of the storehouse giving off a smell of damp and disuse. He knelt by the bound young woman and slipped his hands inside her loose robe. She cried out softly, trying to move out of his grip. The samurai rose and stepped to the door.
  
  "What about the other one?" he asked quietly.
  
  "Ah ... We had an accident there. The woman fought back. Hirose was badly hurt."
  
  "And?" said the samurai sharply.
  
  "She got away. Didn't see us though. Sure of that. We took care of Hirose."
  
  "Good. Go away. Try somewhere else. The area you worked must be all up in arms by now. I'll take care of the new flower."
  
  "Right." There was a slight patter of vanishing footsteps and the samurai stepped back into the storehouse. He was always careful not to let his face be seen. Neither his suppliers nor the distributors knew his face or name. He lifted the masking scarf. The woman was blindfolded and would not see him anyway. No one would ever know that Hori Narimitsu, respected secretary to Counsellor Ito was anything but what he seemed. But luxuries are expensive, and he liked his comfort.
  
  "Lie still," he whispered in a hoarse voice. "I will make you more comfortable, but you must not try to fight me."
  
  He tested the silk scarves that tied the soft flesh carefully. Most of his customers did not like to have the merchandise bruised. They usually preferred to inflict the bruises themselves. Hori stroked her arms. The quilt he had spread on the floor was not for her comfort, but for the preservation of the delicate merchandise. He flipped up the skirts of her robe and of her cheap red underskirt exposing her thighs and the soft dark triangle at the bottom of her belly.
  
  The woman tried to struggle, twisting her hips aside, but her jailor ignored her efforts. First he feasted his eyes on the captive. She ceased her struggles and peered fearfully into the dark of her blindfold. Smooth soft hands caressed the skin of her lower belly. A finger was inserted between her lower lips, then raised. She heard an audible sniff. The other hand continued stroking her as if soothing a wild animal. Notwithstanding her fear she gave in to the sensation and her trembling ceased. The hands spread her legs apart and a finger was inserted even deeper into her body. Again she tried to resist, to no avail. This time she felt two knees kneeling between her thighs. The hands stroked upwards, caressing her breasts. They lay like low hills, tipped with wide brown patches against her heaving chest. The fingers played with them, causing her nipples to come erect. The nipples were briefly touched by cool moist lips. Then she felt the tip of his cock worming its way between her lower lips. Knowing there was nothing to be done the woman waited helplessly as the knob slowly penetrated into her vaginal tunnel. Though he had her at his mercy, she was grateful for his delicate touch. Involuntarily she began responding. Her hips rose to meet his, expecting a full thrust of his loins. Instead, her captor toyed with her, withdrawing the desired morsel from her, pulling himself in and out as she reacted. The breath hissed in her mouth as she panted, wanting and yet not wanting the violation of her body.
  
  "Oh no, oh no, oh no," she muttered as she suddenly felt the climax come upon her. Her body jerked with her pleasure, for the first time in weeks. She subsided, thinking of her former husband and his hurried way with her body. If she were to be treated this way ... well, things could be worse.
  
  The cock was withdrawn from her cunt though she would have wished it in her longer. She felt it making its way up her body. The tip nudged into her belly button as the man crouched over her. Then to her breasts, touching each nipple in turn and leaving a trail of sticky fluid. She was conscious that he was crouching over her now--the tip of the cock smelling strongly of her insides-hovering over her face. The flesh sunk down until he touched her lips. She tried to move her head away, not comprehending, but found her ears were held by strong hands.
  
  "Suck," the genteel voice said softly.
  
  "No! I couldn't! How terrible," she responded in surprise and loathing.
  
  "There will be much worse things," he said in a low commanding voice. "I, at least, am getting you used to it gradually."
  
  She tried again to refuse but found the fleshy shaft forced between her teeth. So hypnotized by the sensation, she did not even think of biting. The thick shaft filled her mouth, was withdrawn, then descended again, almost causing her to gag, but removed each time at the last minute. The speed barely changed, but suddenly she felt the shaft pulsing against her tongue. She knew what was about to happen. Dreading the flood, she tried to withdraw. Her mouth filled with a stream of acrid creamy liquid which perforce she had to swallow. The spurt died into a stream of drops and the penis was withdrawn from her mouth. She tried to spit the stuff out, but a large cup of water was held to her lips instead and she drank gratefully.
  
  "Let me give you some advice," the voice came at her out of the dark. "You are to be a gift to a great lord. One with powers of life and death. He will do with you what he wills. With any luck, you will have a much easier life than you otherwise would have had as a dweller in a poor neighborhood. But, you must learn to obey, without question, your master's every whim."
  
  She nodded in the dark, knowing what he said to be the truth.