text: "What are you doing here?" A rough hand was shaking Momoe and adding to the discomfort in her mouth and the pounding in her head. Momoe slowly raised her bleary eyes. A fierce face topped by a kerchief and characterized by dark piercing eyes under bushy brows was peering at her. The dawn light was turning the alleyway pink.
  
  She moaned. "Ow, my head. Ah ..."
  
  He shook her again. "Nothing but the aftereffects of drink. I repeat, what are you doing here? Are you a whore? Where's your goza mat?"
  
  "No, no." Momoe protested weakly. "I'm not a whore. Only drunk." Then the enormity of what had happened struck her. She could not now return to Sakamotoya. Having once abandoned the premises without leave, they would not take her in again. Tears started to run down her cheeks and she bowed to the dirt in shame.
  
  "Stop that caterwauling." The fierce man shook her angrily. "What's the matter? Explain calmly and with balance!"
  
  Not knowing what else to do, she told him her story. He peered at her, his brows knitted in thought, then rose from his crouch. "Follow me," he said over his shoulder. "I'll give you work."
  
  Not knowing what else to do, Momoe followed his tall, thin figure.
  
  He led her to a modest house in one of the city's northern quarters. Workmen and petty traders hurried by her and Momoe prayed that none would recognize her as Momoe from Gion quarter, the weaver's daughter.
  
  They entered the house and he motioned Momoe to a seat before him. She looked around at the gloomy room. The plain floorboards were worn. He did not open the shutters and the guttering candle barely lit the cobwebby interior. Dried bunches of herbs and roots hung close to the rafters. Through a half-open sliding door she could see what appeared to be a laboratory. There were jars and pots, several mortars and pestles of various sizes, and more bunches of herbs and other unfamiliar materials.
  
  "I am Terauchi Hideo. I am a doctor and herbalist. You will help me domestically as well as with my business."
  
  "What business, may I ask?" she said timidly.
  
  He stared at her thoughtfully down his nose. "You should know that I am the master of many arts. I know how to preserve the body and to protect the bodily essences. The four corners of the earth yield to me their secrets." His bushy eyebrows seemed to quiver. "All their secrets. Except one. The ancient sages knew it, and I shall too!" He voice rose almost to a screech.
  
  She nodded fearfully at his outburst, then hastened to obey when he ordered her to clean the house. With the exception of his laboratory she was to have complete responsibility for the domestic arrangements.
  
  "And your work?" she asked timidly. "How can I help you with that?"
  
  "You will find out in due time," he said, and returned to his secret compounding and mixing.
  
  Much later he intercepted her as she hauled in a large bucket from the communal well in the neighborhood.
  
  "I sell a compound that increases the virility of men." he said abruptly. "You will assist me in doing so."
  
  She nodded humbly.
  
  "With the initial dosage you will approach the customer so that he might try for himself the quality of the elixir."
  
  "I do not understand master," said Momoe uncomfortably. She had a strange feeling that ...
  
  "Stupid girl," he said in a monotone. "You will fuck them of course."
  
  "Me?" she said surprised. "But I am not, ... that is I don't ..."
  
  "Stop your silly protestations," he broke in. "You will do what I say so that I can get the coppers from those foolish men and apply them to my real work: the elixir of the sages."
  
  "I am not a whore," Momoe said tearfully. "You must not demand this of me ..."
  
  "Shut up," he roared. "Do you really think I have need of your petty domestic tasks?"
  
  "I cannot do that ... that ..." she answered with some spirit.
  
  The doctor peered at her forcefully from under his bushy iron-grey brows.
  
  "You will do what I say, you drunken slut, or else I will ram my walking stick up your stupid cunt and throw you out into the street!" he snarled.
  
  Momoe cowered away from him in fear. The memory of the way he had found her returned to her eyes. She fell on her knees, her heart pounding, then peered up at him from under her straggling hair.
  
  He was looking at the curve of her ass against her kimono thoughtfully. "That's better," he said approvingly. "Stay as you are!" he commanded. He slipped off his traveling pantaloons and displayed a semi-erect, thin but long cock with a peculiarly dark cast to the plum tip. He knelt before her and raised her head. Momoe drew back instinctively from the prick presented to her mouth. The doctor gripped her by her nape and brought her face to his crotch again. She sniffed cautiously. The heavy bitter smell was reminiscent of Mr. Asano at the Sakamotoya shop. Unwilling, yet fascinated, she felt her insides begin to tingle with the familiar, and by now desired, sensation. She closed her eyes and opened her lips, moving them forward. He rubbed the tip against her lips. The spongy tip left a sticky residue. Her tiny tongue licked out and met the bitter flavor hungrily. The doctor raised the tip and began stroking her face with it. He poked her eyes lightly, then painted her cheeks and nose with the sticky trail.
  
  Momoe sighed deeply as the fire in her loins grew. She fumbled with her clothing and her plain cotton obi came loose. She reached beneath her and began stroking her juicy lips in the same rhythm the doctor was using on her face. The cock tip circled her mouth like a predator waiting to pounce. She made an O of her lips, and finally managed to capture the head, almost biting at it in her eagerness.
  
  He pushed forward steadily and she sucked him in, supporting his balls with her delicate hands. He indicated his approval with a glance, and then pulled back, only to thrust it in again against her soft tongue and palate. The speed of his thrusts grew and Momoe sucked with all her might, reluctant to lose the mighty flesh pole. She caught sight of herself in the polished sides of a piece of the doctor's equipment. She was crouching, one knee raised and her hand disappearing between her legs. Her breasts were filling out and her skin was smooth and golden. Her striped robe, soiled now, fell loosely and enticingly from her shoulders. Her chin was small, and her lips, from which grew a monstrous shaft, were full and red, extruding and everyting as the man moved into her. Over all she could see her heavy lidded eyes, peering back at herself seductively. The vision was so enticing she felt as if she were watching another creature, a creature towards whom she yearned with all her might, a creature who was making love to her at the very same time. A warm pink flush suffused her skin. Her nipples rose to hard points. The thrumming of her hand against her cunt moved to a fever pitch and she felt the first tremors of her climax just as the doctor's prick started swelling and jerking in her mouth. She sucked lustily, longing to taste the male juices again, no longer ashamed of her own appetites.
  
  By now she was familiar with male reactions and she knew what the swelling and pulsing meant. Her tongue laved the shaft and she urged the flow on by stroking the doctor's hairy ball bag. Terauchi pulled out of her mouth and she raised her head in reproach.
  
  "Wait!" the doctor said softly. "I must not waste the vital essences." He knelt behind her and she guided his rampant prick into her hungry hole. Moving backwards lustfully, she impaled herself until she could feel his ball bag slapping against her buttocks. He pulled her back and folded his legs under her. She supported her weight on her forearms and forced herself down on him until her ass could touch his belly. He helped support her body, allowing her to move freely. She rubbed back and forth, creating the friction she needed by rubbing her body in circles like a woman pounding seeds in a mortar. Her breathing grew faster and she felt moisture drip down the buns of his ass and wet the patch of rough hairs at the base of his cock. He looked on approvingly, passively allowing her to reach her own pleasure, merely tweaking her pink nipples.
  
  "I am glad you take to this so well. A major part of your job," said the doctor, "will be to demonstrate the worth of my secret elixir. Your nature is a bit too lustful for what I need, but you will learn control. It is important to demonstrate to the customers that the elixir is working and of good quality."
  
  "Is it not?" she asked, not really caring, sunk in the pleasure of his erection as she churned it from one side to the other.
  
  "Of course, of course," he said. "Nonetheless, it is of no importance beyond what it brings in from the credulity of the commoners."
  
  "Yes, yes, oh yes." She suddenly came again, clutching at the floor and rocking violently in his lap. He clutched at her smooth buns, pulling her to him until the spasms were over, then used the same handholds to remove her from his prick. She crawled off reluctantly, feeling every bit of the pole as it slid out of her hungry hole. She was surprised and delighted when he turned her on her back and mounted her again, crouching between her knees and allowing only his long cock to rummage the length of her cunt. His breath smelled faintly of some unknown spice, and Momoe breathed in deeply. She determined to let him have his pleasure this time, and set forth energetically to do so. Her inner muscles closed on his member, milking it as far as she could. He withdrew, then plunged in again, and she repeated the movement. His thrusts became deeper, his returns slower and more reluctant. To her delight she found him pounding into her, grinding his loins strongly against her while his mouth, rather than spouting instructions, was fastening onto her breasts alternatively.
  
  "Yes, yes," she cried, crushing his stringy body to hers and hooking her ankles together behind his bobbing back.
  
  She was twisting her hips eagerly, approaching her climax, when he pulled suddenly out of her and hit her a stinging blow on her vulnerable, partly open cunt. Momoe shrieked and folded on herself. "You must not try to make me spurt in you too quickly!" the doctor said in a calm, terrifying voice. "Do you understand? Control your own lust and control mine as well. Let us do it again!" Momoe nodded dumbly and he mounted her, laying his full weight upon her belly. His long prick was soon rooting in her again. They lay for hours, changing position time and again, the doctor forbidding her to rest or to gain any relief. Gradually she learned to control her reactions, and she found that the longer she lasted, the more powerful was her initial orgasm. The doctor looked at her growing self-control with approval.
  
  "Now we will see if you can control yourself positively as well as negatively." He returned with a flat lacquered box out of which he extracted a long thick prick made of smooth shiny horn. Momoe looked at it with some apprehension. It was larger than any real prick she had ever seen, almost the length and thickness of her arm.
  
  "Must I really do this?" she asked nervously.
  
  The doctor frowned at her under his bushy brows but forebore to answer. Instead he tipped her over on her back and brought the tip of the monstrous harigata to her well-irrigated opening. "You must be able to control the largest prick," he said, and thrust it in.
  
  At first Momoe felt she could not take all of it, but then the flexibility and youth of her channel prevailed and she watched, her head raised, as the shaft slid deeper and deeper into her. She could feel the head nudging the tip of her cervix. The doctor knelt between her legs, his cock erect. The harigata was obviously hollow, for his own cock disappeared into the artificial one. It was then tied by two tapes behind his back.
  
  "I will not be gentle," he said, still frowning. "Let us see if you are able to absorb this." He pumped suddenly and violently into her tender inflamed cunt. Momoe shrieked with the pain of the sudden insertion of such a large object. Mindful of his previous instructions, she clutched his stringy body to hers. The doctor was staring off into the distance. His long hair was disarrayed, his features were contorted. Sweat had sprung up on his face and ran into his eyes. But his butt kept up a triphammer movement, and gradually Momoe began to feel comfortable with the monstrous thing in her. Her body responded then, uncontrollably, as his motions grew wilder and he bit hard at her nipples.
  
  "More, more you old dog. Give me mmmoooore," she squealed in a voice that was only barely hers. She pummelled his back with her fists, scratched and bit back at his neck, her head thrown back until a final massive orgasm built inevitably in her loins. The fire ran through, raising goose bumps on her skin, forcing her to clench her jaws so as not to scream aloud. And her elastic insides closed around the enormous cock that pummelled her, seeking its juices as she let down her own.
  
  She came to lying on a pallet in the room. The door to the doctor's study was closed and strange smells drifted from it. Momoe roused herself painfully. Her cunt was tender, but surprisingly, as she touched it, she felt a shock of pleasure. Experimentally she inserted a finger into her own vagina but found no difference in her cunt. Whatever stretching it had undergone, it had soon returned to its original tiny size.
  
  She cleaned what she could of the house, trying to wipe away years of grime and neglect.
  
  The doctor emerged from his study trailing indefinable vegetable smells, not all of them appetizing. He bore a small vial in his hand, eying it thoughtfully.
  
  "Momoe!" he called. She paused in her scrubbing and wiped her hands on the dirty and torn apron she had managed to find in one of the kitchen's unkempt cupboards.
  
  "Yes master?" She scurried to him.
  
  "I may just have it. Observe my face. See if my physiognomy changes as I ingest this elixir. It is compounded of ... well, no matter to you. But it is likely to cause my face to change as the internal humors rise. The face, as you know, is the expression of the internal person. A well-trained man such as myself can easily read character from a face. I read yours right away," he added as an aside, and she barely forebore to ask what he had seen there. "No matter," he continued. "Observe my face closely, notably the inner folds of the eyes, the corners of the mouth, and the lines between nose and lips." He drained the little ceramic vial and remained sitting on his woven mat while she observed his face closely.
  
  At first there was no sign of change. Then gradually a deep rich blush began to suffuse his skin. He began breathing heavily and a pulse jumped into prominence in his neck. He closed his eyes as if to savor the feeling. The heavy breathing passed after a minute or two but the flush remained. The doctor's hands rose as claws into the air and his eyes snapped open, but he obviously was not seeing anything. Foam came to his lips. The strong tremors and the rigidity of his neck passed gradually and his claw-hands fell to his lap where they groped at his crotch as if possessed. Suddenly his features relaxed. His eyes glittered darkly and he eyed Momoe with parted lips. She wanted to move, to escape, but was mesmerized by his expression. His hands leaped forward like those of an eagle and he dragged her to him, pulling apart the lapels of her kimono and exposing her breasts. She had the merest fraction of time to notice the enormous erection that bulged his loose trousers, and then she was held to him with a grip of steel. One of his hands was between her legs, the other prying at the ties of his own pantaloons which he tore impatiently. His cock sprang out. It was fiery red, engorged with blood and nobbled now with thick blueish veins that had not existed there before. He threw her on the hard floor and mounted between her thighs. His hands crooked brutally into her hips and he was muttering incoherently. She tried to match the speed of his movements, tried to extract some pleasure out of his mouthings and powerful thrusts, but long before her own pleasure arrived she felt her insides flooded with his sperm.
  
  Still lying in her, his bony hips oscillating, he muttered into her ear, "I have failed, I have failed again, miserably. This is not the elixir of life. I cannot even avoid discharging such of my own internal juices as I control. Feel us, you are completely flooded with my male essence and my own life-force is diminished accordingly." He pushed away from her with his hands but his demanding cock thrust back at her, rubbing against Momoe's slick and delicious insides.
  
  "But master, you are wonderful. You have created the proper elixir of love which you can sell now truly."
  
  "Bah!" he cried, sunk in his mental anguish as his gonads took over. "I wanted life eternal, not this damnation. Look, it is doing it again!" His hips began jerking at her thighs again and he watched with horror, as his engorged cock, seemingly with a life of its own, thrust deeper and deeper into Momoe's hidden recesses. She fell back gratefully, urging him on and the doctor fell on her again, roughly squeezing her skin, breathing the perfume of her cunt that washed around him, and thrusting, thrusting, thrusting deep into the willing depths of the girl beneath him.
  
  At dawn he managed to stagger away from her. Momoe was grateful. She enjoyed the hammering of his prick at her cunt, but by now it was becoming painful and raw. He dithered in the half-light of dawn and she could see that his cock, which was suffused with purple and red, was still as hard as an iron bar. He staggered in the direction of the water bucket, croaking hoarsely, His hands trembled as he helped himself to some water. Suddenly his face contorted and he reached again for his member, then turned to her. Momoe braced herself, knowing he was about to leap on her again. He staggered and crashed to the floor, breathing convulsively. His eyes opened briefly and he saw her spread legs. His fingers hooked into the boards like claws and he struggled to pull himself forward, staring at the semen-flooded cunt. His face suffused with purple. He gurgled suddenly, then fell forward. His forehead knocked against the floor and he moved no more. Without pause Momoe leaped to her feet. She knew he was dead. She dressed hurriedly and ran out of the house into the pale sunshine beyond. Not looking back, afraid of seeing his emaciated face crawling after her, she set off to leave the city. She paused towards midday at a teahouse on the western outskirts of Miyako.
  
  The area bordered one of the highways that led from the Inland Sea provinces to Miyako. Several tea houses faced a canal. Outside each establishment stood maids trying to entice travellers in. Some made extravagant promises to potential guests, extolling the quality of the lodgings, the food, or the compliant disposition of the establishment's maids. Some simply attached themselves bodily to customers that caught their eye, leading them almost willy-nilly into the inn or tea house.
  
  Momoe sat for a while observing the waters of the canal and pondering her future. She was no better than any prostitute now, she decided. She had slept with many men, and was far from the virginal maid of several days ago. This was where she belonged, where anonymous men could enjoy her body and she could expiate her own sin. She turned into the tea house to apply for work as one of the maids.