text: Saburo knew he must get away for help. His and Momoe's only chance lay in that. A wall loomed before him, topped with tile. He leaped and gained the top, then leaped again without looking to find himself in a well-kept garden. Before him a villa lay in darkness. Unthinking he rushed in the direction of the building, wanting to ask the residents for some help. He ran around to the front, seeking an entry, battering at the shutters. Behind him one of the wooden shutters shifted silently. A naked figure slipped out. A heavy bag was raised and came crashing down on his head. Darkness filled his thoughts.
  
  Saburo came to in an opulent room well lit by several candles. A woman knelt at his side, examining him carefully. Another woman, simply dressed, sat in a corner. He noticed suddenly that he was naked.
  
  "I wonder what we have here," he heard her say to herself.
  
  Saburo looked up at her cruel cold face and wondered what it was about. He turned his head then groaned as the pain in his head was accelerated by the motion.
  
  "Why, the darling is awake. What were you doing, thief?"
  
  "I was trying to ask for help ..."
  
  "In your nakedness?" she asked mockingly. Then she regarded the length of his muscular body thoughtfully. "You know, I have never had a male at my mercy like this before." She grasped the root of Saburo's cock. "I could have you killed, you know?"
  
  "Please mistress," he gasped, "I am not a thief. I am merely asking for help. For me ... for me and a friend. A woman, like you. Please ..." he sobbed.
  
  "I love it when they beg," Haruko looked pleased. "I have no interest in your woman friend."
  
  He was panting slightly. "Please. There is a great crime being committed. Kidnapping! And worse!"
  
  Her hand, holding a bright hairpin, was suddenly at his throat. "A crime, you said? Tell me!" Her cruel playfulness was suddenly transformed into an icy commanding presence.
  
  "The abbot," Saburo whispered. "The abbot of Saionji has been kidnapping workmen to build the temple. He cannot afford to pay them. Also ..." Saburo's voice sank. "He has been counterfeiting gold koban coins! He has the workmen coat lead forms with gold."
  
  Haruko's relieved laughter caused his eyes to snap back to her face. "Is that all? Old purse-mouth is a counterfeiter and kidnapper." She laughed with a high tinkling laughter that brought shudders to both Midori and Saburo. "So that's why the area is infested with magistracy runners. And I thought ... well, no matter what I thought. Now, I think I'll keep you for my own amusement for a while." Another use for this young man occurred to her as well. If things were falling apart, she might need a fallback position, and old holy fat-jowls might just provide it. "Get me some sashes, from that chest in the corner, then go away." Midori wordlessly handed her the sashes and departed. Haruko gagged the helpless Saburo, then tied him into a bow, ankles and wrists together. His muscular chest was taut with strain, and his loins projected provocatively.
  
  Haruko stood back and laughed at the sight. "You are too feeble, master. Hmm, I should have kept Midori here for the mundane details. Well, no matter, I will do it myself."
  
  She pulled impatiently at his cock which not unnaturally refused to stiffen. "Bastard," she said. Then again furiously, with her hands while biting his prominent pectorals. His cock started to swell at the touch of her naked body on his. She eyed the roll of limp male flesh with disfavor, then bent and sucked it into her warm wet mouth.
  
  Saburo jerked in surprise, notwithstanding his awkward position. His cock rose to stiffness in her demanding mouth. Her teeth nipped him painfully, then scraped over the shaft and crown. They both examined the result. His cock was dark and pulsing, shining with the moisture of her mouth. She laughed at the sight and he, bemused by the situation and oddly excited by it, laughed too. She rolled him onto his back and the pole projected over his tightly muscled belly. She amused herself by slapping the swaying fleshy branch from side to side. Notwithstanding the initial pain, Saburo got into the spirit of things and swayed his belly backwards and forwards, avoiding her hands to the best of his ability.
  
  She tired of her game, rose, and crouched over his head. He knew what was wanted though he had never done it before. She rubbed herself against his face and his uneducated tongue did its best to keep up with her rapidly moving hairy slit. His tongue was tiring when he felt his face flooded in the warm sour darkness with drops of moisture which covered his face with a glistening mask. She reversed her position and skewered herself onto his erect member. She loosened his bonds sufficiently to allow him some freedom of motion, but not enough to allow him escape. Her cunt was looser than Momoe's, the friction lesser, but she used it to a good advantage, churning her hips when she descended, twiddling the tip of his cock against her entrance when she rose. Her movements grew faster, her breathing and the bites and sucks of her mouth more urgent. Suddenly she rolled them both over so that they lay side by side, one of her thighs under, the other over his hips. Her ankles clutched at his ass, and her fingers dug in. She closed her eyes and moaned freely as she came for the second time. He tried to speed up the thrusts of his own hips so as to match hers. She scowled, recognizing his needs, and hit his chest resoundingly. "Not until I've had enough of you!" she commanded.
  
  Rolling him back, she crouched over him. Her hand grasped the dew-slickened member and fed it between her thighs. He found her much tighter, much dryer now. She sank down the entire length of his cock. Her knees rose up and he could see the entire hairy purse and the female hole which she was opening with her fingers, strumming and tickling. She had inserted him into her anus, a practice he had heard about but never experienced. Haruko bounced on him wildly. Her fingers turned to a blur in the candlelight. Her hips trembled violently as she forced herself into the throes of another wild orgasm. The tightness of her anus drove him near to the peak, but again she frustrated his desire, pulling away from him and slapping the shaft painfully to cause him to desist.
  
  She impaled herself on his cock again, then rolled them over so that he was riding on her. His hands were still tied behind his back though she had released his ankles. "Fuck me now. Fuck with all your might. Now." She dug her nails deeply into his ass. Saburo's loins were on fire. He knew he had to come to a climax or die. His toes dug into the futon and he jerked his way into her complaisant cunt with as much energy as he could muster. She encouraged him, whispering "fuck, fuck, cunt, fuck, ass," into his ears, stroking his head, tugging at his ears. Her heels beat a tattoo on his back and her teeth scored his chest and sucked at his willing mouth. The heat began rising in his balls, and he found he could no longer control his movements. She felt it as well and her trained body responded with a rising orgasm of its own.
  
  Saburo exploded into the noblewoman's thirsty cunt. All his pent-up lust burst like a dam swollen by rains. He could feel the sperm thundering through his penis, shaking his frame with electric discharges from head to foot. The spraying of his hose seemed endless, his muscles jerking in spasm after spasm of wonderful release. He was barely conscious of the woman bearing down upon him, lost as he was in the pleasure of her own contractions.
  
  They subsided together and she rested on his chest. He was panting heavily, moving about uncomfortably. Haruko rose off the craftman's exhausted penis. She crouched again over his face. "Clean me," she said. He tried to move his head in negation. His own sperm? She was flooded with it, large pearly drops hanging from her lower beard and streaks hidden in the folds of her cunt. She forced herself down on his face and grabbed his flaccid penis with an iron hand. He understood the threat. His tongue searched out the recesses of her cunt, collecting the mixed flavors of his own milk and her honey. He was conscious of the tremors that rocked her frame as he did so, and learned to enjoy the work because of the obvious pleasure it gave her. She rose from his face eventually. There was a glint of something like appreciation in her face as she looked down at him.
  
  "Can you untie me now, mistress? Let me go to call the constables? My friend is in great danger ..." He pleaded with her.
  
  The look of appreciation and satiety disappeared from Haruko's thin features. She smiled maliciously.
  
  "Oh no my dear. I'm going to turn you over to the abbot. I need something from him too, and you are an excellent bargaining chip."
  
  "Let him go!" a sharp female voice interrupted from the entryway. Saburo's sight was obscured by Haruko's pale thighs. She stood up suddenly and Saburo could see that the commanding tone came from the serving girl who had been sitting in the corner of the room.
  
  "You little chit, how dare you speak to me in that tone!" Haruko said furiously.
  
  "Let him go, or else."
  
  "Or else what, you slut? I'll have you thrown back into the street." Haruko's voice was barely controlled. Saburo peeked behind her legs and saw the young woman with waist-long, curiously soft-brown hair standing firmly at the entrance to the room. She was dressed in a plain kimono over which she had put a darker coat.
  
  Haruko took a step towards her. Suddenly Midori slid naturally into a curious stance, her weight seeming to rest fully on one leg, the other extended before her. One hand, fingers open, was raised before her forehead, the other was held palm down at waist level.
  
  Haruko's mouth dropped open, then snapped shut. She looked wildly around, but she was as naked as Saburo. Fearlessly, still not believing that Midori was anything else than a meek servant girl, she charged forward. Midori met the other woman's charge with both hands extended. Her right pulled at Haruko's neck, her left between her legs and she shifted the position of her hips. Haruko cartwheeled to the floor. The fight would have ended then and there but for the slickness of Haruko's cum-slathered cunt. Midori's left hand fulcrum slipped and Haruko fell half to her side and rolled away from the arm hold Midori tried to use.
  
  The older woman rose to her feet and looked at her erstwhile maid with some degree of respect. "Who are you?" she gasped.
  
  "Osei, a woman of Gion," Midori answered in a deep and confident voice completely different from her previous meekness. "I work for Matsudaira Konnosuke-sama."
  
  "A spy," Haruko gasped. "A spy for the magistrate." For once in her existence she was completely rattled. "You've been telling him about our kidnapping scheme!" She screamed with rage and threw herself at the slighter girl. "I'll kill you!"
  
  Midori had only a split second to digest that startling information and worry about its import. Suddenly she was grappling with a slick naked woman who seemed just as well versed in fighting as she. She twisted her hips and straightened her arms. Haruko was hurled away, unable to stop herself.
  
  She crashed through the shoji. Another shadow loomed beside her. She squealed and rolled away. The dark-clad figure ignored her and dashed through the remains of the sliding paper-glazed frame. Haruko crawled away, then rose and ran towards the back of the garden. There was a chance of escape still if she made the forest behind the mansion. The abbot would be no use to her now: the magistrate's spy had probably overheard that stupid workman's babblings, and the abbot would be next on their list.
  
  Okiku slammed full tilt into Midori, who was recovering from her throw and just about to give chase after Haruko. She narrowly avoided spitting the young courtesan on her dagger blade.
  
  "Where are they?" she asked urgently, recognizing Midori more by her body scent than by sight.
  
  "She got away!" Midori called.
  
  "She? Aren't there any others?"
  
  "No, no. Only she. And this poor young man here."
  
  Okiku looked down at the floor as she wiped her face. She smiled. "Why Midori ..."
  
  Midori, still gasping for breath, but more familiar with Okiku than she had been, tried to chuckle. "No, no. Ito Haruko had him. But he has a very interesting story to tell. I'll release him. The Ito woman is important."
  
  Okiku shrugged and said, "Why should we care about her? What was this about anyway?"
  
  They released Saburo while listening to his story. Okiku hissed angrily between her teeth. "This is a serious business. And Go ... Lord Matsudaira has withdrawn the watch from around the villa. But why did Ito's wife run like that? Anyway, I will go to the temple. You two run and call the magistrate's men. Go quickly now, there is someone coming. Hurry."
  
  The three of them slid into the night as heavy footsteps approached.