text: Satsuki considered her bonds ruefully. They would undoubtedly cause unsightly bruises on her skin. She was tied tightly and efficiently with a rope of some rough substance she did not recognize. She tried to make herself more comfortable, but the bonds were too tight. The room she had been dumped in was dirty, the tatami mats worn, brown, and old. Moving her legs, she found she could arrange her robes in a more elegant fashion, draped carelessly over her legs, the several contrasting layers showing pleasingly. She contemplated the effect for a while. There was little else to do.
  
  She had been brought bound and gagged from her home in the Gion. The ride had been painfully uncomfortable, and the palanquin closed and stuffy. The ruffians who had seized her and rubbed their hands over every exposed and some unexposed portions of her skin. Not that she'd minded. She had left the safety of her life as a noblewoman with the object of finding a more exciting life for herself. That the excitement was of a rough and perhaps unpleasant sort worried her but did not faze her.
  
  There were heavy steps from the outer room, and the torn sliding door that had once been elegant was thrust roughly open. Four men stood in the opening. She recognized three of them as members of the kidnap party that had seized her and ruined her home. The fourth was a heavyset, unshaven man of indeterminable age. He was dressed in a rich brocade robe open to the waist. A massive chest and a heavy belly showed themselves to the world.
  
  They stood at the door for a moment, savoring her helplessness. One of them spoke at last. "What shall we do with her, Boss?"
  
  "I'm surprised at you gentlemen!" These were the first words she'd uttered and the attention of her captors focused on her. "At your ages you should know what to do with a woman, surely?" She lowered her lids modestly. The sentence had been wrung from her involuntarily. She was ashamed of her outburst. After all, it was not her place to lecture these men.
  
  The heavyset man who had been addressed as Boss stepped heavily into the room. The ancient brown tatami trembled under his tread.
  
  "So you want it, eh? That's nice. Stupid of you to set up business without paying me a fee. But I see you're ready to make up for that. We'll get right down to business." He parted his robe, exposing a rather worn silk loincloth, which bulged outwards furiously. In a quick move he was naked and his erect dark cock leered at her from beneath the curve of his massive belly, which overhung a mass of black hairs.
  
  The other three whooped and rushed forward. One pushed her shoulder back onto the mats. Each of the other two seized an ankle roughly and pulled her legs apart; then one of them flipped her robes open, exposing the length of white thighs and their dark-haired juncture.
  
  "Really, there's no need for that," she murmured—unheeded. She decided that she needed to learn more about these rough commoners. True, she had left her previous life—that of the pampered wife of a nobleman—behind her by choice and had chosen to associate with commoners, but most of her customers had been well-to-do merchants with a yen for refined living. This was her first encounter with real commoners. She was still trying to decide whether she liked it, when the boss stretched himself out on her and entered her warm crack forcefully.
  
  Out of habit and a sense of professional neatness, she raised her hips high to accommodate him. He grunted as he sank slowly into her. The soft, moist tissues of her canal gently clipped the length of his stubby thick cock. He rested there for a second, admiring her face, which was composed but watchful. The other three ruffians roughly pinched her ass and tits. One of them squeezed her erect nipples brutally, and she could feel another jerking his naked cock against her calf, leaving a trail of moisture on the sensitive skin. However, her attention was on the boss as he started moving back and forth in her. She was alert to his every move, attempting to anticipate him and bring on his crisis. Her tight cunt squeezed and contracted at each entry to extract the greatest amount of pleasure for her customer.
  
  He pounded quickly on. The pressure of her cuntal walls on his prick was the most exquisite he had felt. His motions speeded up. His eyes never left her face while his hands roved bruisingly about her body. One hand knocked against the scrabbling paw of one of his henchmen. He roared at them, and they let go. She breathed more easily, arching her body in response to his motions, cushioning his loins and belly on her own.
  
  It was all over very suddenly. Before he had a chance to change his tempo, his imperious balls emptied their contents into her waiting cunt. Gobs of sperm boiled out of his sack and splashed heavily into her channel, flooding her insides. His head dropped onto her shoulder, and he breathed deeply for a while.
  
  He rolled off her and squatted at her side, regarding her somberly for a moment from his piglike eyes.
  
  "Well, sweety, I don't mind saying that was the best I've ever had. I'm Uchibei, by the way. While I rest, the boys will have you." There was stirring among his men when he said that. "Then I'll have you again. This time was too quick. Anyway, from now on you'll be working for me. All the other women do. But I'll keep you for a while, yes I will.
  
  Take off those ropes!" he concluded, roaring at his men. They obeyed hastily. "We don't want those pretty limbs marked in any way, and from the looks of it you enjoy it as much as we do..." He laughed, and his belly shook while his men snarled at one another for the right to be first. He cuffed them impartially and one of them settled himself leisurely on her body.
  
  The man's hands grabbed roughly at her tits. With a dirty thumb he forced the nipples into the pale, soft mounds of flesh. He nibbled at the side of her neck and grunted into her shell-like ear. All this time she could feel the length of his prick rubbing roughly the length of her soft, wet lower lips. Unable to find the entrance he coveted, he grunted in frustration and his rear end bobbed in the air to his companions' laughter.
  
  "A moment please, dear sir," she whispered in his ear, well knowing the delicate nature of most men. Her soft hand slid between their two bodies, and she positioned the thick heart-shaped head of his prick at the entrance to her gluey channel. He sighed with satisfaction and rewarded her with a hard jab at the softness of her cunt. She eased his passage by raising her hips to meet his, and her dimpled knees held on to his hairy thighs. He drove into her, sweating and grunting. She felt the tides of lust rising in his stringy long poker. His hands squeezed her breasts with ferocity as his body came down on her soft flesh like a pile driver. Again he grunted, and she murmured regret at not understanding his words. His eyes were closed and his teeth were clenched as a tide of thick juice spurted rapidly from his cock and flooded her interior.
  
  She raised her head to await the pleasures of the other men, only to see that their attention was directed outside the room. There were the sounds of a commotion, some muted screams and heavy thumps from inside the dilapidated mansion. Unchibei was rising from his seat by her side, when the doorway through which he and his men had entered was filled with a threatening figure.
  
  "Ah, Uchibei!" it said, but the ready, blooddripping sword was not meant as a greeting.
  
  The man who had just left Satsuki's overflowing cunt twisted his neck and stared, then scrabbled to one side. "The yamabushi! They've found us!" he cried in disbelief.
  
  The yamabushi was rough featured, his long moustaches untrimmed. Long hair was pulled back, pate unshaven. He was dressed in a fantastic costume. His robe was printed in a bold pattern of blue checks. It was tucked into wide bloused trousers that ended at the knee. His calves were wrapped in leggings, his feet encased in wooden sandals that raised his height considerably. Incongruously, his neck was bedecked with a garland of red pompoms attached to a brocade yoke that hung down in front and back. On his head perched a tiny black pillbox hat, tilted rakishly over his forehead.
  
  There was little time for inspection. The intruder called out, and Uchibei and his men rose, scrambling for weapons and clothes. The wooden walls of the room burst open, and men in variants of the intruder's costume leaped in. They screamed and leaped, seemed to be everywhere. Uchibei and his men had no chance to return a blow. Uchibei's head flew from his shoulders after a savage blow from the leader of the intruders. The thin man who had slobbered over Satsuki's breasts sought refuge behind her, but a long lance shafted him from behind.
  
  Satsuki covered her eyes, trying to ignore the sounds and the activity around her. Something wet splashed against her foot, and she recoiled. At last the sounds of activity and screaming died down. A figure stood threateningly over her kneeling form.