text: Still slightly drunk, Momoe left the archer's house. They had laden her with gifts: a length of material, some sweet cakes, a hairpin, and a bottle of Osaka sake. She strolled happily through the dark streets of Miyako. Life as a vagabond was not so bad she decided. A man came out of an alley behind her. He seemed in a hurry and Momoe suddenly realized she was alone in the very early, and very dark, morning. She regretted her decision to return to the inn and had just decided to turn back and ask for shelter with the archer when she found herself surrounded. A sack was slipped hurriedly over her head and her legs were caught. She started to struggle and scream when she became conscious of a knife pressed to her face.
  
  "Don't make a sound, or you'll be quite dead," a rough voice muttered at her through the sack.
  
  Momoe quieted, but tears started to run down her face. Just as she got used to her life, something else came to stir things up. She had no illusions about her fate. At best she was about to be raped by a gang of louts. At worse, she would be sold as a prostitute to some horrible country house where the law was less careful about examining the prostitutes' licenses.
  
  The three men carried her rapidly through alleys and abandoned lots, taking care to avoid lit places. Soon she was dumped on the hard wooden floor of an old and rotting storehouse. The whitewash was peeling and some of the wooden lathes were exposed by falling plaster. "Here?" one of the kidnappers grunted. "Why not the usual place?"
  
  "Because the boss says so. Usual place is crawling with nasty people with batons and ropes. Fancy a try then?"
  
  The other fell silent. A third voice pitched in. "What about pay eh?"
  
  "Boss bringing it with him. You wait. Don't leave yet. Lets see what we've got here."
  
  They unrolled the victim from the sack, carefully keeping their faces covered. Momoe lay on the floor while they pawed among her belongings and shared them out among themselves. "Not bad looking," the burly man said. "Should fetch a nice price."
  
  Momoe's heart sank. It was to be a brothel for her after all.
  
  Above the group, peering through a crack in the crumbling roof, Okiku recognized the face of the weaver girl who usually delivered the cloth she ordered. She watched as the men debated something, the leader objecting, the other two insistent.
  
  "We can't have her. The boss likes 'em fresh."
  
  "She's no virgin," the thin man said. His examination of her cunt with a stiff finger had brought a cry of protest from Momoe and a slap from him.
  
  "Turn her over," the thin man suggested. The other two licked their lips. They rolled Momoe quickly onto her stomach. One of them pressed her shoulders down while the other two spread her legs. Momoe knew it would be futile to resist. She was apprehensive about what was to happen, but there was a strange stirring in her groin and she herself could not tell whether the quivering of her skin was from fear or lustful anticipation. She twisted her neck to peer over her shoulder in order to see what they were doing. In any case, the feeling was growing on her that she enjoyed most of the things she did with men. And she was curious about their intentions.
  
  "This won't hurt if you relax and let me do it properly," the leader said to her as he stripped. He knelt between her legs and Momoe felt his hands stroking the length of her taut back. She peered over her shoulder fearfully and the kidnapper holding her shoulders obligingly loosened his hold.
  
  The leader cupped her firm slim buttocks in his hands and she automatically raised her hips. One hand slid down the crack of her ass, parting the full golden moons. She felt him stroke the length of her purse and her lips moistened in appreciation. He examined her behind intently, then parted the two half-moons widely with his left hand. A finger started working its way into her anus, and for a moment she contracted the muscles in surprise. He stopped, waiting patiently, and she relaxed again. The finger penetrated further and she relaxed her muscles, following each movement of the finger, wishing he would pay some attention to her hungry cunt as well. As if divining her thought, the man started tickling her clitoris with an available finger. She sighed quietly and relaxed completely. The finger was fully in her now, exploring her virginal passageway freely. A second joined it, widening the opening and loosening the muscles some more. The man bent forward and spat on his hand. He applied his fingers to the tiny ring of muscle.
  
  "No, not there!" she said involuntarily. When he did not pause, she relaxed again, ashamed of her outburst, anxious that nothing should detract from the new sensation. His blunt finger soon worked its way past the guardian muscles, and she felt the sensation of the digit worming its way gradually into her muscular depths. The pleasure grew as he stroked her clitoris and the length of her rapidly moistening quim with another of his fingers.
  
  She could feel the tip of the warm cock nosing at her rear entrance. The man rose, crouching over her. He aimed the shaft at her rear entrance manually, then lowered his loins. She felt her ass muscles part gratefully and the length of the shaft sank into her until his balls were banging at her buttock mounds. The girl from Gion spread her legs widely, lifting her pert bottom as she did so. The man waited patiently for her to adjust herself. Then he started moving into the sweet tight hole. He pulled apart the pale buns before him and watched as the muscles reluctantly released the shaft. He stabbed his muscular column into her again and she whispered her encouragement, twisting her neck back to enjoy the sight of him, lost completely in her own lasciviousness. His hands slipped under her. One worked its way into her flooded cunt, rubbing against the membrane, pressing against his own cock. His other clutched lightly at her pendant breasts. Momoe rubbed against him, moving her hips and her torso in rhythm with his shafting of her ass. She was conscious of the male thrust into her asshole, an entrance she had never considered for use the way it was now being used. She was conscious of his gentleness, attributing it correctly to his desire to avoid damaging the merchandise. And finally, she was conscious of the keen delighted sight of the other two men. She would have called for them to insert themselves into her mouth but the man on her had just captured her tongue and his own was fucking between her lips as his cock fucked her other end.
  
  Above them Okiku watched the man crouch over the supine woman. At first he crouched over his victim and all she could see was the movement of his thick hairy buttocks. The girl beneath resisted somewhat at first, twisting her neck in discomfort. Then Okiku saw that the motions were rousing her. Her head arched back and the other two men released her so she could enjoy the full pleasure of the man who crouched over her. The burly man leaned back in his pleasure and Okiku could see that his shaft was stuck deeply into the girl's ass, disappearing into her nether hole. He pulled out gently, then shoved back in again. The girl responded by raising her ass and digging her chin into her chest. The men's hands disappeared under the woman and Okiku knew that they were fondling her breasts and cunt. Irresistibly her own hand crept to the moist crevice between her legs. She fingered her juicy clitoris, rolling it between her fingers. Below her Momoe was rapidly approaching a climax, uttering soft cries and grunts as the demanding male pole searched her insides.
  
  The kidnapper's movements quickened and she felt her own orgasm rise in concert with his, notwithstanding the unnatural penetration. His hands twisted at her body, gently gently, and she was conscious that he was exercising the utmost self-control. Finally he sank into her, his entire body trembling with suppressed violence. She managed to snake a hand back and stroke his balls, feeling the root of his cock inserted into her rear muscles. The bag contracted forcefully and the man on her groaned. The flood of liquid into her guts and the frenzied motion on his finger in her cunt caused her to respond and her entire body constricted in sympathetic orgasm, made more pleasurable because she had found him the gentlest lover she had ever had, except for Ocho and the nun.
  
  He rose from her finally, and there was respect in his voice, something that had never been there before. "We should charge a fortune for her!" he whispered as one of his men took his place. He longed to stop the brute from destroying this lovely flower, but knew it to be impossible. Instead he crouched over the couple, seeing to it that the man did not damage her, cursing in a deep whisper when the man became too rough.
  
  Though the second and third men were hardly as gentle or as perfect as the first, Momoe found herself responding to them in much the same way. Her ass muscles were somewhat sore, and she badly needed some time alone to evacuate her bowels, but nontheless found herself responding to their male gushings with orgasms of her own.
  
  Okiku was breathing heavily by the time the third man had finished. Her finger's were covered by her own juices and her body was trembling with the tension of unrelieved sexual energy. Though she liked to masturbate, she much preferred to have a man in her, and she did not care in which orifice, preferably in all of them. She wondered whether she should drop from the roof and proposition or assault some male passerby, or whether to hurry home to Jiro ... The thought of his massive frame driving his cock deep into her caused her insides to peak. She almost groaned with relief as the first waves of pleasure flooded over her, and the drops of dew that ran down the insides of her thighs were a hidden counterpoint to the spasms that rocked Momoe for the third time down below.
  
  They all rested quietly. The men allowed her to rise and retire to the corner for evacuation and a wash. They gave her a sip from the bottle of sake that had been a present from Wasa. Presently there was a dry whisper from the side of the storehouse. The men tensed. The leader shushed them and slipped to the wall. There was a whispered consultation and the clink of something metallic. The leader returned.
  
  "Here y'are. Now scram."
  
  Above them, Okiku breathed a sigh of relief: now she would be able to get to the real source.
  
  The other two hefted the chinking oblong silver coins, rose to their feet and slipped out into the dark. From her perch above Okiku saw them disappear one after the other into the dark alleys of the city. They would be easy to find and she watched their departure with no regret. A shadow grew into the image of a man. He was hooded and dressed simply in a dark gown, but bore the two swords of a samurai stuck into his sash. He gave an order to the burly kidnapper, who hoisted Momoe quickly to his shoulders. The girl tried to protest but was slapped into silence.
  
  The odd procession moved through the predawn dark. Burly kidnapper and victim, hooded samurai and, well behind them, dark-clad woman who darted from shadow to shadow. They worked their way rapidly to the slopes of Arashiyama, then around the periphery of the city. Suddenly Okiku realized that they were in back of the Ito mansion. The kidnap party slipped inside. Okiku crept closer and almost stumbled over the kidnapper as he let himself out through a crack in the wall. By the time the man had left, there was no sign of a kidnapping boss and victim. But at least she was one step ahead.
  
  Again Momoe found herself lying in an old kura storeroom. This one however was better appointed. At least there was a quilt on the floor for her convenience. Or actually her kidnapper's. As soon as the stocky man had left, the samurai began exploring her body thoroughly, stripping her as he did so. Notwithstanding her tiredness and her previous experiences, Momoe found herself responding with alacrity.
  
  He pulled her roughly to him. His hands digging into the soft mounds of her ass. Then he lowered his head and she found her mouth invaded by his hot questing tongue. She fought him with her own oral digit for awhile and then the pleasure his tongue evoked made her join in a duet. His cock continued plunging into her soft womanhood, diving deep. His balls slapped against her straining buttocks, and she was conscious of the tension in them. Then he raised her slightly and his finger, liberally bedewed with her cunt juices, was twiddling at her rear passage. The previous entry of the three kidnappers had loosened her there and she felt the gradual insertion of his questing finger with great pleasure. She clutched at his muscular stringy back, aware that finally she was being fucked in each of her available orifices. Randily she surrendered to the sensations, not even conscious of the moans and gasps she emitted that were muffled by his mouth. She started bucking roughly at him as a triple orgasm shook her. He waited for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her coming, then joined her, squirming about rapidly and forcefully on her clutching sweat-bedecked body.
  
  Hori stepped out of the kura and tiredly made his way through the short passageway into the Ito garden. A shimmering figure made him start and reach for his sword.
  
  "Well?" a cold female voice asked.
  
  He relaxed and said acidly, "Don't startle me like that again."
  
  "Don't give me all that nonsense, elder brother. Do you have some merchandise or not?"
  
  "Of course I do," Hori said pacifically. He had never admitted it, not even to himself, but he was somewhat afraid of his younger sister. Adopted while still young into another family, she had grown into a cold beauty with a penchant for luxurious vice which even her husband's wealth could not satisfy. Her idea of finding and selling concubines at high prices to provincial lords with special tastes was a good one. But her cold-bloodedness exceeded even his own.
  
  "We will dispose of her in three days. I believe there is someone in Tosa who is interested. Don't come to the villa now. Uemura is there."
  
  "Aren't you through with that puppy? He was a good messenger but having him around the house ... Ito might have suspected. He was beginning to suspect me! It was a mistake supplying him with that girl before he was killed ..."
  
  "Shut up," Haruko said without turning around. Then she froze. "What do you mean Ito suspected?"
  
  "He called me in to ask what had happened to the girl and where she came from."
  
  "And what did you tell him?"
  
  Hori, as if realizing he had said too much, did not answer. He glared back into her eyes, then turned and retraced his steps out of the garden. Haruko stared after him thoughtfully.