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Little Lotus: Yomiko's Enslavement

In feudal Japan, Yomi must give herself to the samurai to save her
family. Yomiko's family owed much to the samurai Sozumi--and their
only treasure was pretty daughter Yomiko.


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Little Lotus: Yomiko's Enslavement

(Mf, bond, nc, ws, Mf, drug)
By: Punchinello


Japan, Warring States Era

The ox cart trundled awkwardly along the rutted road to the castle of
the local lord. Beautiful young Yomiko did not know why she had been
sent to this place, told to obey the samurai Sozumi with a faithful
heart. It was all very frightening.

The wooden castle loomed before her, dark in the afternoon shadows,
with the sun behind it. The noble sweep of the roofline, the towers
pointing to the sky, and the elegance of the wood carvings all around
the pavilion were a wonder to her eyes. The girl had never been as
close as this; it made her heart pound.

They went across the first moat, past many people coming and going in
their business with the lord or with one of the samurai houses, and
came to a stop inside the courtyard near the magnificent castle gate.
The carter motioned for her to get out. She would walk to Sozumi-san's
door from here.

Yomiko self-consciously brushed back a strand of hair and gazed all
around. The noise and bustle was new and strange to her. She knew this
castle was not large compared to others, but it seemed enormous to
her, with the highest of walls, the most daunting of samurai soldiers
striding about with their swords. Sozumi did not live inside the
castle--it was only a military headquarters during attack. Instead,
his house was outside, within this bustling courtyard, a splendid
house for a powerful samurai. She was ushered in without ceremony.



"You, Yomiko, good and beautiful child, you are the daughter of Tafuru
Bukkei?"

"Yes, Sozumi-sama." She bowed and averted her eyes from the heavy-set
man. She kept her hands clasped in front of her as she kneeled.

The warrior paced in front of her, arms locked behind his back. "Your
father owes me six baskets of rice and three chickens. Do you know
this?"

"No, Sozumi-sama," the girl said. She stared at the mats and only
glanced at him. He was older, perhaps forty--grizzled, as warriors
often are.

"Your father has sent you to me, Tafuru Yomiko," the man said, raising
her chin to look into her eyes. "You will pay his debt." The blood
rushed to her face. This could mean only one thing. "I will take my
pleasure with you for nine nights."

The room swirled around her. She wanted to scream in protest, but only
a pitiful yelp came from her throat. The powerful samurai raised her
up. "You will obey my command," he said, "or I will punish you."

Sozumi was a glowering mask looming over her. Yomi stepped back, still
bowing instintively. The samurai's eyes were dark and menacing, his
manner severe. He had a noble face, powerful and confident, and he was
tall and muscular. Yomi gasped at the thought of giving herself to him
like the daughter of a peasant; she was only just of age for marriage
and still very much a virgin.



Dinner was brought. It had been a long ride in the ox cart, but Yomi
could hardly eat the rice and eggs. Sozumi drank sake like a man dying
of thirst. "Come to me, little lotus," he said thickly. "Come to your
master."

Yomiko backed away, clutching her kimono closed. Sozumi's fell open,
revealing his heavy frame, his bold tattoos. He nearly cornered her,
but she slipped away. Her mistake was to retreat to the sleeping
pallet. The futon offered nowhere to hide, and the samurai caught the
girl by the back of the kimono with one hairy fist and pulled her to
him with a laughing grunt. "You will not slip away from me, precious
flower," he growled. "I have caught little fishes in brook, little
birds in the air, and I have caught you!"

Sozumi threw tiny Yomi on the pallet and tore at her kimono. "No!" she
cried weakly. "Please no!" But the strong samurai pulled her back
toward him and tore the kimono open, exposing her small, soft breasts.

"Pleasure me, little one," he growled, "or you will know the pain of
my hand."

Yomi lay back and allowed him to spread her legs, pull open the bottom
of her kimono, and expose her nakedness to him. He pulled open his
robes and exposed himself. His member was thick and stiff. It sent a
feeling through Yomi which she could not admit even to herself.

Sozumi read the look that flashed across the girl's face. "You will
feel it inside you, eh? Take it up in your honey pot."

"No!" Yomi cried, the tears flowing from her eyes. But the samurai
pulled her toward him at the edge of the pallet, kneeling before her,
and lifted her middle to meet his own. Yomi turn away from the shame,
but Sozumi pressed his penis against the pink flower at her center.
She gasped, whimpered, and gasped again as the hard manhood penetrated
her.

Sozumi thrust inside her eagerly, hot and hungry for the young girl.
Yomi wept, angry and ashamed, but feeling the flow of her woman's
wetness all around the powerful man's penis. She lost control over her
emotions, weeping and gasping.

The powerful feel of his masculinity took her breath away, making her
pant and moan as Sozumi thrust into her again and again. But as he
gave a heavy groan, Sozumi pulled back too far and his thick, red
penis flopped onto Yomi's belly. His scrotum pulsed with semen and
spilled it all over her pink flower as he tried to jam it back in. The
white fluid splattered messily over her red girl-slit, and the sight
made her writhe only more even as her face and breasts burned with
shame.

He fell over her heavily, rolled half-over, and let out a tremendous
belch that surely would have caught fire if there had been a flame
near. Yomi pushed him away and tried to stand, but the big man caught
her loose kimono again and jerked her down beside him.

She lay still for a long while in hopes of escaping him once he fell
asleep, but Yomi's luck was not so great. When she tried to slip away
again, hoping only to curl up alone in a corner, the warrior awoke
from his slumber and pulled her to him again.

"You displease me with your childish ways, girl." He tore the kimono
from her shoulder completely, exposing her nakedness again, her soft,
smooth skin flushed and warm. "I will punish you now."

"No!" the girl gasped. "Please, master, no!" But it was too late. The
big man dragged the half-naked girl through the house and into a room
where ropes and chains, wooden stools, and weapons lay scattered
around and hanging from the walls. "No! Oh, no!" the helpless girl
gasped.

Sozumi stripped her completely, uncovering her perfect, nude form at
last. Her nipples were hard and dark in the cool air. "Please,
Sozumi-sama! I will please you better, I promise!"

The big warrior backhanded her across the mouth, shocking her with his
strength and casual violence. "I will punish you with ropes and whips,
little one," he grunted. "You will learn the taste of the lash!"

He caught her arms and twisted them behind her back. Pinning them
together with one strong hand, he snatched up a length of rope and
bound them at the wrist. Then he ran the rope down, between her legs
and up again on the other side, between her small breasts. She gasped
as he tied it around her throat. "Oh, master samurai, please don't do
this!" she begged. "I will be a good concubine for you. I will
pleasure you in any way you wish!"

The big man leaned close to her and growled in her ear, "This is the
way you will pleasure me...." With that, he struck her hard across the
bottom with the flat of his hand, cracking a hot red welt on her pale
cheek.

"Oh!" she cried. "Oh! No! Please!" But there was no stopping him.
Sozumi smacked her hard again and again, raising the blood in her
backside and flushing her bottom red. "Oh master, I beg you!"

Sozumi picked up a leather whip and walked around her. She could
barely stand for the pain in her bottom that weakened her legs. The
samurai took her bound arms and pulled her to one side, where a length
of chain hung from a rafter. There, he slid a wooden pole through one
link in the thick chain and under Yomiko's arms and fastened it with a
leather thong.

Now the girl was bound in place, able to move only around the middle
of the room, until the chain pulled her up short. But the whip licked
across her back and arms suddenly and made her legs buckle. She let
out a terrified scream and dangled painfully, gasping, pleading
desperately to be allowed to service her new master sexually.

Sozumi wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and laughed a low,
hollow laugh as he walked around her. "You wish to satisfy me, little
one?"  His cock was thick and hard, jutting from his groin like a
spike. "You will satisfy me." He squeeze her little nipples, making
her squeal and whimper, stuck his thick thumb in her mouth--daring her
bite. He circled behind her again and gave her another lash with the
whip. Its hot lick left a narrow welt across the small of her back and
caused her to arch violently, her small breasts jutting forward,
nipples still hard and pointed.

"Please, master," she begged. "I will suck you in my mouth with
pleasure. I will spread my legs for you. I will do anything!"

"Yes!" he said, and lashed her again. "You are mine to do with as I
please!" And he slid his hand between her legs. "Do you want my cock
between your thighs?" he taunted.

"Yes!" she cried.

"Do you want to taste it in you mouth?"

"Yes! Oh yes!"

"I have a taste for you!" he howled, and he pointed his swollen dick
at her and spurted a long stream of hot urine on her breasts and
belly. Yomi cringed and shut her eyes tight as the warm fluid hit her
and ran down between her legs.

"Oh! Oh!" she squealed. The samurai spun her around in place and
pissed down her back, spattering the yellow fluid all over her arms
and back, even down her red bottom and between her thighs. The
powerful warrior clenched her around the neck and pulled her close,
jamming his thick member between her legs and clutching at her pussy
with the other hand. He fingered her roughly as he thrust his cock
back and forth along the lips of her pussy. The were wet with piss and
sex juices, swollen with anticipation.

Yomiko had never known such mixed emotions. Her sheltered life was a
dreary repetition of lessons and courtesies. This was messy, filthy,
painful, and humiliating. She surrendered completely.

"Fuck me, master," she begged. "Fuck me roughly like a prostitute!"
Sozumi thrust his dick into her, penetrating the thick folds at last
and burying his member deep inside her. She bucked and jerked on top
of him, groaning heavily when he fingered her, found the hard button
of her clitoris, and stroked it masterfully.

"You little cunt," he grunted. "Take it all and beg for more!"

"Yes, master! Oh, yes!" And the bright lights of orgasm flashed in
Yomi's mind and set off ripples of pleasure through her, from her
flushed face to her pink toes. She trembled in Sozumi's powerful arms
as he spurted inside her and collapsed, exhausted and spent.

The samurai unchained her and let her slide to the piss-spattered
floor. He left her hands tied in front of her and pulled her to a wash
bucket where she could clean herself. She washed herself quickly,
soothing her welts, averting her gaze from him again, wary of sparking
his temper. Then she followed him to the sleeping pallet and curled up
beside him, naked and silent.



Yomi awoke to the sound of whinnying horses. Sozumi was out of bed,
standing at the window. His powerful buttocks flexed as he walked into
the other chamber. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her nude body.
The samurai put on his kimono and took up his swords.

The frightened girl could hear the shouts of men now outside now, and
the clang of blades. Bandits were all around inside the courtyard.
They had probably bribed some guards to let them cross. But even just
as Sozumi went out, the window where he had been standing burst open
and a crashed through. It was a bandit, dressed in leather armor and
wielding a flashing sword.

"No!" Yomiko screamed, putting up her bound hands. But the bandit
grabbed by the arm and pulled her over his shoulder. The crossed the
room, snatching at the valuable boxes and decorations, stuffing them
in a sack. The naked girl clung to him for fear of falling to the
floor, but he shoulder her as easily as a sack of grain. "No! No! Let
me down!" she protested. But the man only huffed and carried her out
the window over his shoulder.

The girl heaved a groan as she was thrown across the back of a horse,
her pink bottom exposed in the moonlight. Some of the bandits were
fighting the samurai, but some were looting the houses nearby. A fire
licked up the side of one, and many people rushed for buckets to put
it out to keep it from spreading. The strong bandit who had captured
her mounted his horse and reined it around to call to the others. Yomi
could see little more of the fighting, but a bloody hand lay among the
stones in front of her. She became dizzy and lost her senses.



The bandits raced back across the bridge over the moat, back toward
their lair in the hills. The samurai split, some trying to follow
quickly, but others staying behind to dress themselves properly in
their fine armor. Yomiko faded in and out as they went, seeing little
in the darkness.

The bandit pulled Yomiko down and carried her into a broad-mouthed
cave with a high roof and men standing guard in the rocks above. In a
little side chamber, he laid her down on a sheepskin pallet, and Yomi
scrambled back and covered herself with a sheepskin.

The man had a rough face, young but beginning to show the same
grizzled look as Sozumi. But where the samurai's eyes displayed
cruelty, the bandit's showed amusement. He offered her some rice-bread
and water. Yomi drank eagerly, only to find that it was not water at
all but sake! The girl coughed and sputtered and set the container
down awkwardly while the bandit laughed. Yomiko turned away,
embarrassed, but the young man leaned closer.

"I am Giroku," he said with a bow. "I am the leader of these bandits."
She bowed in return and told him who she was and why she was bound at
the wrists in Sozumi's bed. He pulled the sheepskin away to look at
her naked body, reddened with the sting of Sozumi's treatment, and
untied her hands.

Giroku retrieved a salve in a little ceramic jar and took a dollop in
his hand. Yomi lay back and let him spread it over her welts. It was
soothing, cool, and fragrant, like the blossoms that grew near her
home. The sake made Yomiko light-headed and drowsy. She barely
protested as he spread the ointment over her bare breasts and hips,
along her arms and down her legs. Then he turned her over and spread
it gently on the lashes, his strong hands shameless and sure.

The bandit leader pulled off his clothes, laying them aside in the
candlelight, and lay next to her among the sheepskins, still caressing
and stroking her. His manhood was hard and warm against her thigh.
Yomiko's mind was clouded by the powerful drink, but she knew what she
must do.

She rolled over to face Giroku, gazed into his eyes. When he spread
her legs, she looked away, but took him on top of her without protest.
In the dim light in the little cave chamber, she felt his muscled body
on her, still glistening with exertion of attacking the castle town,
pillaging the samurai's house, and capturing his concubine.

His cock was a stiff and curved. It slid inside her easily, finding
her pink clit moist and ready. Yomiko breathed deep and moaned as the
bandit pushed into her. He licked her tender nipples, tongued the
underside of her small mounds. It made her swoon all the more, and
soon she was moaning heavily, matching his thrusts, gasping for him to
hurry. "Yes! Oh, yes!" she whimpered. "Please, oh please! Now!"

He spurted inside her, fat globs of jism filling her belly warmly, but
continued to thrust as Yomi gasped and groaned. At last, her own
pleasure filled her, made her shake and whimper more. Tears flooded
her eyes as release took her completely so soon again after her rough
deflowering by Sozumi.

They lay together as they light of morning crept across the floor
beyond their little chamber.



Yomiko was sent home that day, walking most of the way, but finding a
cart to take her the last hour or so. She wore anther woman's kimono,
plundered on some other night she supposed.

But her father was not happy to see her. "You dishonor us," he said
sharply. "You disobey my order--my own daughter! Bah!"

"I am sorry, father," the girl wept. "It was not my desire to disobey
you. I will return to Sozumi-san."

Her father sighed. "I know this service is hard, but is it so bad to
serve such a noble samurai?" She said nothing. Apparently, her father
did not know the extent of her "service." "This attack does not wipe
away our debt, Yomiko. You must go to Sozumi and serve out our
obligation--eight more nights."

"Yes, father."



So back she went to the castle town, heart heavy with dread. The
wounded and dead had been carried off. There was an extra guard at
Sozumi's house. "Sozumi-san is dead," he told her. "He was murdered
last night in the street like a dog."

"Oh!" said Yomiko. Her mind reeled. She stepped away, lost in
uncertainty, then turned back again. "May I ask you to inquire on a
matter for me?"



When the guard returned, he told her that Sozumi's son would see her.
He was the head of the household now and would assume all
responsibilities. Yomi was brought in to the same rooms where she had
been ravished so cruelly before and knelt before the son of Sozumi.
The samurai turned to face her. "Yomiko," he said.

"Giroku-san!"

The bandit samurai touched her face. "Little lotus," he said. "I am
pleased to find you return to fulfill your obligations to my father's
house." He opened her kimono and exposed her small breasts. "Very
pleased."

"Yes, Giroku-sama," the girl said with a modest bow.

THE END


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