text: During their forced march, Satsuki had a chance to observe her captors with greater attention. She was overwhelmed at first by their wildness. Their unbound hair waved in the air, their language was rough and uncouth, and their manners while eating or addressing her were vile. Then, as the day wore on she noted certain things. The wild manner was not natural with many of them. Some of her captors used words and concepts that seemed well above their station. One of them, passing a yellow blooming field of rape flowers, cited a short line she knew as a court poem.
  
  They chatted among themselves, seemingly in no hurry once they had left the environs of the city. By choice they walked the ridges and kept to the forested places. Most peasants gave them a wide berth, some bowing deeply as they passed. The yamabushi took no notice except to shield her from sight with their bodies. The light bonds they had tied her with were hidden by her voluminous sleeves, which were becoming dirty. The heat of the day and the exercise began to take their toll. Satsuki's steps began to falter. Her feet hurt, and her tongue was dry. They urged her on, one with blows of his staff. She sobbed silently for a while, protestingly, then was taken up on the back of one of the yamabushi and rode there in relative comfort.
  
  By late afternoon they were far from Miyako. They stopped for the night in the grove of an old shrine, seemingly abandoned. An old peasant saw the band entering the grove and hurried off. Later other peasants arrived bearing food. The leader of the band, a man Satsuki had heard being called Tsuneyoshi, wrote out charms for them in the light of a fire. She watched him bent over the travelling box he had carried all day, which served him as a desk. Smooth features and graceful fingers seemed to belie the image of wildness conjured by the masses of hair and the strange garb. He watched her covertly from behind the screen of his locks while he wrote.
  
  When the last of the peasants had left, he came and squatted by her side. She waited patiently, hands in her lap. It had not occurred to her to cry out for help to the peasants. He smiled at her in the dark. His eyes glittered in the firelight.
  
  "You do not want to escape? I note you made no sign to the peasants..."
  
  "But my dear sir, what could they possibly do?"
  
  "Nothing much," he grunted. "And you? Do you know why you are here?"
  
  "Of course not. Though I assume you will tell me in due time."
  
  Her composure seemed to startle him. "Most townswomen would be screaming the place down—unless they join us by choice, of course."
  
  She shook her head. "Forgive me—I am sure it would be delightful, but I have commitments, customers..."
  
  He grinned. "The only customers you've got are ours. And us, of course, though we are your family now. Old Uchibei is properly dead, and you do not owe his customers a thing."
  
  "Forgive me for contradicting you," she said in a low voice while ducking her head. "I was never a part of Uchibei's people. This morning his men kidnapped me and brought me to the house you found me in. I am so glad you let me out."
  
  He reared back in surprise. "I am sorry," he said formally in somewhat different tones. "I had assumed you were one of his stable we missed..."
  
  "Stable?" she said coldly.
  
  Discomfited by her tone more than by anything else he said vaguely, "... Well, you know... the women he owned."
  
  She bowed again. "I am afraid not. I am Osatsuki of Gion. I would be delighted to entertain you there. Your men did not give me a chance to explain. I am sure some compensation could be arranged for you when you return me..."
  
  He rocked slightly on his heels and laughed. "So sorry. We're on our way to the Festival of Summer Peak, to celebrate. You will have to come with us. It is dangerous for a woman, particularly one of your appearance, to be out on her own. Of course, you will have to work for your keep. You won't mind that, will you now?" His eyes glittered over her. "After all, it is religious work that we do. I think we should see what you have to offer, at least until our own girls get here." He grabbed her shoulders and bore her backwards onto the mat-covered ground.
  
  Satsuki forebore resistance. He opened her robe, less violently now that he could feel that she was not about to resist. His henchmen gathered round, anticipating their turn and enjoying the spectacle. Tsuneyoshi trailed his fingers down her chest. The sensation was not unpleasant, she decided. His index finger lingered for a while in the dip of her navel. He bent forward, and the tip of his tongue emerged. She smiled at him encouragingly. With a reflexive motion he bent his head as if to use his tongue on her. One of the men, who had crouched down to see better, moved. The sound broke the spell. He looked at her relaxed face sharply. She sighed, a low sound, for his ears only. His finger left her navel and trailed to the top of her dark bush. He toyed with the gleaming dark hairs for a short while.
  
  His other hand was fumbling with the bow knot in front of his baggy pants. She noticed his distraction.
  
  "Oh, excuse me!" she exclaimed in a low voice. Her slim hand snaked out and released the tie. His fingers dipped between her plump nether lips, and a faint musky perfume rose between the locks of hair that framed his face. She released the trousers and pulled them down, then felt for his white loincloth. Within she could feel an iron bar, warm to the touch through the cotton. His fingers slid into the warmth of her slit, and his rigid digit was moistened by her delicate juices. His prick sprang erect from its confinement. Looking over the mounds of her breasts, she admired its sinewy length and spread her legs to facilitate his entry. Both his hands were now free. One roamed over the mounds of her breasts, then descended to pinch and stroke her thighs and ass. The other worked at her warm cavern, one finger, then two, then more inside her, the rest rapidly strumming her erect little clitoral nubbin. She raised her hips slightly, both to accommodate and to excite him. The deep breathing of the men beside them speeded up. He knelt between her legs. Her soft fist guided the plum-shaped head of his manroot into her waiting cunt.
  
  He shoved forward with all his might, keeping the weight of his body on elbows and knees, looking into her face all the while. She smiled, and a small mewling sound came from her throat as their hairs met and meshed. He looked deeply into her eyes. She met his gaze frankly and unafraid. He withdrew slightly, and she let him go. The tip of his cock rested at the entrance to her cavern, and she slid her thighs caressingly over his. He started a swirling movement, dipping the tip of his member ever deeper into her waiting nether mouth. She smiled and responded with a counter-rotation of her thighs. He looked at her respectfully and started another sequence. This time he withdrew from her completely, then dipped the head only between her slickly waiting lips. He repeated the process seven times, and she sighed in proper appreciation and anticipation. Then he thrust fully into her, the entire weight of his hips descending onto her. She responded with a slight raising of her crotch and a squeezing of the base of his cock.
  
  The other yamabushi crouched around them in a circle. From their impatient looks, Satsuki could tell they had no idea of what their chief was doing. Tsuneyoshi repeated his sequence of movements, and this time she responded a bit more. Again, and her hands began a roving motion on his back. Again, and the motion of her hands increased, stroking down to his bare buttocks, squeezing the muscles under the rough coat on his back, kneading his neck gently. He plunged in again, and this time she thrust up at him, meeting the power of his loins. He withdrew, and she let him go. Another repeat of the cycles, and her thighs entered the act. Again, and she began biting his exposed chest gently, licking the length of it as far as she could reach.
  
  His moving hips maintained their pace for a long while. Sweat beaded his forehead, and his eyes began staring out of his head with the effort. His control suddenly broke, and he plunged into her wildly and uncontrollably. She guided his weight with her thighs and arms. He rose over her in a bow. His eyes were screwed tight. Jets of sperm boiled out and splattered her waiting interior.
  
  "Please, please!" he cried out from clenched jaws. Knowing what he wanted, Satsuki let herself go for one short, delicious moment. Her mouth opened and she gasped for air as tremours of delight shook her frame. A wave of pleasure ran through the soft tissues of her cunt, squeezing the last drops from Tsuneyoshi's manhood. He collapsed onto her, and they shuddered together for a long, delicious moment. He raised his head and stared at her for a long while.
  
  "Would any of the other gentlemen care to indulge me?" she said respectfully as Tsuneyoshi rose from between her legs. "I'm afraid I have not the necessities for ablutions," she said with a sigh, aiming a glance, half-remonstrative, half-joking, at Tsuneyoshi. He cast a sharp glance in her direction, then retreated while another man took his place.
  
  This one was far less elegant and considerate than Tsuneyoshi had been. Without pause, he aimed his rather thin cock at her overflowing cunt and lurched forward. His hands clawed at her breasts as he bucked into her like a rabbit. Though his grasping paws were unnecessarily rough, Satsuki bore it all cheerfully. The man's ass strained and drove at her. He licked, then bit at her prominent nipples. His movements got wilder and wilder. Hoarse calls came from his throat, and he bit her again, almost hard enough to draw blood.
  
  She was about to remonstrate with him, when a shadow looked over them. A blow sent the man rolling off, still clutching at her in a violent grip. He drove at her unheedingly, his full prick driving into the skin at her thighs. The cock gushed thick white semen as Tsuneyoshi demanded furiously above them, "Are you trying to ruin the merchandise, fool?"
  
  Unable to answer, the man lay on his side as his seed pumped out over her thighs and hips. Satsuki's lips compressed in shame. She would never be able to clean herself up for the next one, and that knowledge was beyond bearing. Tsuneyoshi squatted beside her and wordlessly handed her a handful of thick tissue paper.
  
  She inclined her head gracefully, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, sir. This will do very well," and wiped her cunt and body, then lay back for the next one. She was saddened by their unimaginativeness, but then, perhaps that could be remedied later.