text: Saburo and Momoe crept down the stairs hand in hand. The light was dim. Boards and various carpenters' paraphernalia lay about the large structure. Momoe sniffed the fresh cut wood appreciatively. It was a smell she associated with Saburo, and the feel of his large warm hand in hers was a comfort.
  
  The seated figure of a man loomed suddenly at them out of the dark as they turned a corner. Momoe barely suppressed a cry. Saburo peered fearfully about, then grinned at her. She could see the flash of his white teeth in the dusk.
  
  "Only statues," he whispered. He pointed here and there. There were other statues sitting quietly on their dais, most of them unfinished. Saburo suddenly froze in place. "I thought ... yes ... there is a noise there."
  
  Some of the statues suddenly leaped to their feet. Saburo ran, pulling Momoe's hand. She slipped and rolled on some loose lumber. He turned to see two large monks bearing down on him and took to his heels. Momoe found herself raised to her feet by rough hands.
  
  "What are you doing here? Come here quick! A spy!" The last was not for her as out of the gloom several of the statues resolved themselves into stern-visaged monks.
  
  One of her captors lit a candle, another holding her roughly by her arm. They moved aside as a short rotund monk in silk robes, his sash elaborate with gold, pushed his way through the monks, some of whom seemed armed in an unmonkish fashion.
  
  "And what do we have here, eh?" The plump cleric peered at her in the candlelight. "A spy is it?"
  
  "Oh no sir, no sir," the frightened girl protested. "I merely came into the temple to seek shelter for the night."
  
  "I see. And didn't you know the temple is closed for repairs?"
  
  "No sir, I didn't. I found out and a kind workman said he would show me the way out, then there was shouting ..." She started to cry.
  
  The abbot patted her shoulder softly. "Don't cry my daughter. This temple is going to be the most magnificent in Miyako, in the whole of the country. Yakushi Nyorai himself has commanded it." His face was glowing with the sweat of emotion and Momoe found something frightening in the cleric's intensity.
  
  "Here, someone fetch the girl a cup of tea. One of the workmen, did you say?"
  
  "Yes," she sobbed. She grasped unsteadily for the cup someone shoved her way. Through lowered lids she saw the round monk signal to some of the others who rapidly disappeared into the gloom.
  
  "Did he tell you his name my dear? We should reward his helpfulness."
  
  "No," she shook her head, hoping Saburo had made his escape. "No. He was a carpenter I think."
  
  There was a sudden shout from the direction of the exit. The burlier of the monks hurried that way. The chief monk stayed with her, as did two of his stronger henchmen.
  
  "What will we do with her?" One of the men whispered to the abbot.
  
  "Hold her in the meanwhile," he muttered. "I must know what she has found out. In any case, the neighborhood is full of the magistrate's men, and we cannot afford to draw attention to ourselves."
  
  One of the monks who had been dispatched to the underground hall where the workmen were kept hurried back. "One of them has escaped!" he said urgently.
  
  The abbot's plump face firmed. "Find him. Immediately. Take her and put her somewhere. I will decide what to do about her later." He chewed his lips anxiously.
  
  "Should we run?" asked one of the monks, his eyes darting uneasily around.
  
  "Fool!" the abbot snarled. "Yakushi Nyorai Dai Bosatsu will not abandon us. I will go to divine the escapee's whereabouts. You two guard the girl." He motioned Momoe's two guards and they roughly hauled her to her feet. "I am so sorry, my girl," the abbot said sweetly to Momoe. "There is a necessity on us however, for the greater glory of the Dai Bosatsu. Follow these brothers please. They will see to your welfare."
  
  Submissively, Momoe followed the two black-and-white-clad shaven monks across the fresh wood of the floor. They took her to a tiny cell deep in the interior of the temple. There was no door but bolts of cloth showed that it was used for storing the great banners that were to be used for decorating the interior of the building. The two monks sat, staring eerily at her through the gloom. While maintaining a cowed expression, Momoe's mind was racing, looking for ways out. The two men were armed with short curved naginata: sword blades attached to long poles. They looked too alert to be fooled by anything, or to fall asleep on guard. She moved restlessly and she noted that one of the guard's eyes were focused on the space between the hems of her kimono. Her hand moved to close the gap between the sides, and then a plan of escape occurred to her. Instead, she ran her hands around the base of her throat as if hot, and managed to expose her chest to the tops of her breasts. In the candlelight she could see the guard's eyes riveted to the V of her cleavage. She moved again, uncomfortably, and this time the other monk's eyes drew to her figure.
  
  Inwardly she smiled. Perhaps she could get them interested in her. And after all, they were not ill-favored, though shaven. She lay back on a pile of rough woven cloth and closed her eyes. She was conscious of stealthy movement, then felt a large hard hand on her ankle. She opened heavy lids slowly and raised her knee slightly, affording the monk a better view of her cunt.
  
  Momoe opened her eyes fully in time to see the form of the monk crawl onto her. He held his stiff stander for her inspection, and she smiled ingratiatingly. His strong teeth flashed in the dimness and he set the knob at the entrance to her pleasure hole, then pressed inwards. Her thighs rose to encompass his rough-clad back. He hammered his spike home to the root, grunting and licking with effort. His lust increased as he exposed her breasts, mauling them unthinkingly with his hands, squeezing the nipples in his lust.
  
  She turned her head from the sweating face of the monk and smiled at the other one who was squatting beside them enjoying the show. She clutched with her legs at the man's bobbing ass while her hand searched the clothes of the other one. She found his erect fleshy pole and pulled slightly. He followed her lead and the pole of the naginata fell beside him as he knelt on all fours over her face. Like a calf come to its mother she sucked in the length of the monk's cock, laving it with her tongue and soft lips.
  
  The suction and thrust of her loins did the job. Her mouth flooded soon with the second monk's discharge, and the first one to approach followed soon after, filling her willing vagina with his white discharge. Momoe did not want to give the men time to rest from their labors. She reversed herself rapidly, forcing her mouth onto the shrivelling penis of the one who had been in her cunt. She could taste the mixture of his milk and her honey, and her efforts were soon rewarded. The monk exclaimed in admiration as his member came fully erect. Momoe's hands had been busy with the other holy man. He rose onto her and she inserted his penis into her hungry vagina. The two bonzes grunted in double effort as they rammed the willing body of their woman captive. Momoe's reward was not far in coming. She swallowed the poor offering of the man in her mouth, and rubbing furiously against the shaft with her hand, brought the other to a climax.