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BUSHIDO by Sachi Mizuno [An Extract]
Copyright (c) 1996 Sachi Mizuno
To be published by Spectrum Press - Chicago
The SP website is at http://users.aol.com/specpress
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Chapter One
In the afternoon stillness on the tenth day of the fourth
month, the only sounds were the chirpings of the birds in the
internal gardens of the castle, or an occasional rustling of the
leaves of the trees caused by a breeze. The cherry blossoms were
blooming, and from inside this room in the castle a cloud of pink
petals was just visible through the vertical slit where the
*shoji* had been pulled a bit to the side to allow the balmy air
to enter. Saduki of the House of Sasaki, Lord and Daimyo of the
province of Mino, sat naked on a low stool, relaxing after a
bath, his back erect, his powerful legs spread wide, his feet
planted flat on the wooden floor. His genitals dangled at the
edge of the stool in a forest of black hair. The two girls who
had been drying his body with large towels, now put the towels
away and returned to their knees in front of his legs. Both girls
were as naked as Saduki.
Saduki wondered if perhaps the girls were sisters. He could
not remember. Or perhaps they were not sisters, since the face of
one was round and the face of the other long. He tapped the
shoulder of Round-face with his folded fan, and the girl
immediately bent low to take his penis in her mouth. He tapped
the shoulder of the other girl, and she bent even lower to gently
suck one of his dangling testicles between her lips.
On the mat to the right of him, Saduki's two swords lay with
their handles close to his body. He became contemplative as he
glanced at his weapons. Trouble was brewing again, and he had no
doubt that soon the fighting between the houses of Honshu would
resume. In Edo, the new shogun Tokugawa Ieyasu was said to be
already living a shameful dissolute life, his court a circus of
drunkards and dancing girls, all of it a travesty of the bushido,
the samurai code that was now four centuries old. A weakling,
Saduki thought. The shoguns all turned weak once they took power,
as if the air of power affected their brains. Tokugawa Ieyasu had
been a mighty warrior, a fearsome general, a samurai of great
skill, but as the shogun of all of Honshu all that seemed a lie.
Saduki's organ had now grown in the girl's mouth, and she
slowly bobbed her head up and down the stalk, a precise and
perfect rhythm that pleased Saduki greatly. Long-face still had
his testicle in her mouth, and now he tapped her shoulder with
the fan, and she immediately moved her lips to the other testicle
and engulfed it.
The birds in the garden started chirping again. Saduki
listened, counting the chirps, his attention divided between the
birds and the pleasure rising in his loins.
The girl sucking Saduki's organ had settled herself on her
knees, her hands on the *tatami* to support her weight as she
rocked her torso back and forth. Her name was Ayame. She could
feel the cock throb between her lips. The head was like the head
of a large mushroom on the end of the stalk, large enough so that
she had to stretch the lips of her small mouth to the utmost each
time she pulled her mouth back to the tip. She released the cock
and licked it, gathering the saliva that had coated the knob and
shaft. With one eye, she glanced at the other girl, happy she
herself had the cock to suck rather than the balls, since Lord
Saduki would most likely spend in her mouth and she would have
the honor of swallowing his sperm. It was said a girl who
swallowed the sperm of a samurai would have good luck sometimes
lasting for days, the measure of the luck depending on the
greatness of the samurai, and she wondered what that good luck
might be if Lord Saduki would indeed spend in her mouth. She had
arrived in Sasaki castle only a week ago, and this was the first
time she had been allowed to perform the bath service for Lord
Suduki himself. She had attended the bath of Lord Fuwa Doken,
steward of the House of Sasaki, three times, and twice he had
spent in her mouth copiously. But Lord Doken was not head of the
house, only the steward, and any good luck that might result from
his sperm had not yet appeared. She took Lord Saduki's knob
again, tightening and relaxing her lips just behind the rim of
the knob, then pushing forward to engulf the organ until it
pressed the back of her throat.
Lord Saduki's bath was suddenly interrupted by a tapping on
the *shoji* behind his back.
"What is it?" he called out, his voice with an irritated
edge to it, since he knew that tap and it had to be Fuwa Doken.
Indeed, the voice that answered from behind the *shoji* was
the voice of Lord Doken: "Someone has arrived from Edo, an
emissary. He seems to think his message is important. Will you be
available soon?"
"How many in his party?"
"Only three. The emissary and two other samurai."
"Tell him to wait. Keep an eye on them. Now go away."
Saduki was convinced that one day the new shogun would send
a *ninja* to murder him. He despised the *ninja*. They were
lizards slinking in the darkness, never fighting like a real
warrior. Ieyasu was said to have already assassinated many daimyo
in the western provinces.
The two girls, having stopped their ministrations to
Saduki's genitals, now began again. Saduki's organ was fully
erect. Using his folded fan, he tapped the girl sucking his
testicle and she immediately moved her mouth to its companion. He
tapped the girl sucking his penis, and the movements of her mouth
became more rapid. Saduki felt his sap rising. *Hai*, it was
here. Without moving a muscle or making a sound, he discharged in
the girl's mouth.
Ayame sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. The sperm
was a bit on the watery side, but she was surprised by the
abundance of it and some of it escaped her lips to dribble out of
the corners of her mouth. A shudder of fear passed through her as
she prayed Lord Saduki would not notice her clumsiness. She
quickly retrieved the escaped sperm with her fingers and sucked
the fingers clean.
Saduki's eyes had been fixed on the opposite wall, and he
had not seen the girl's error. Now he bent his head to look down
at his shrinking organ. His flesh glistened. With his fan, he
tapped Long-face, the girl who had been sucking his testicles,
and she immediately bent to clean his penis with her tongue and
mouth. Saduki watched the sliding of her pink tongue without
interest, his mind on the emissary from Edo. Finally, he pushed
the girl away with his foot and he rose.
The two girls quickly wrapped and tied a fresh white loin-
cloth around his loins. Ayame fetched his kimono and helped him
slip his arms into the sleeves. Saduki tied the sash himself. He
retrieved his two swords himself, and with a grunt he exited the
room.
* * *
Lord Yuki, the shogun's emissary, seated on the mat, bowed
low enough so the black ribbon on his top-knot dangled forward.
Lord Saduki was fully dressed again, wearing his swords, the
black two-cornered hat with which he greeted guests, a gray silk
robe with the two half moons of the House of Sasaki embroidered
on his right chest.
Saduki, deciding they had chatted enough about the weather
and the colors of the cherry blossoms, said: "Well, what brings
you to my humble house, Kagato Yuki? Is there some message from
Tokugawa Ieyasu?"
Lord Yuki slipped a hand inside his armored vest, extracted
a small scroll, and officiously unrolled it. "The exalted Ieyasu
of the House of Tokugawa will be honored to have at his court and
in his service the esteemed noble son of the House of Sasaki, the
Lord Sasaki Katsura."
Saduki made a sound of surprise. "My son?"
Lord Yuki rolled up the scroll. "He will be provided a
suitable station at the court."
Saduki sat in silence. He had two sons, Katsura and
Haragata. Katsura's mother had been Saduki's first wife, who had
died in childbirth, and Haragata's mother had been Sasaki's
second and present wife, the Lady Kumode No Kate. Sasaki was not
surprised by the shogun's desire to have the eldest son of the
Sasaki house at the court. Katsura, now twenty-five and an
accomplished samurai, would be both a hostage and a possible ally
to the shogun. Saduki, however, considered the other aspect: with
his eldest son in the service of the shogun, Sasaki house would
have an informer at the seat of power and always be aware of any
threatening move by Tokugawa Ieyasu. Desiring not to appear too
eager, Saduki said: "I will think about it, Kagato Yuki. You
shall have my answer this evening."
* * *
At that moment, Katsura was bathed in sweat half a day's
ride from Sasaki castle, his belly squirming against the buttocks
of a kneeling girl.
While returning with his younger brother from a visit to the
shrine at the foot of Mount Hiei, they had stopped to rest the
horses at a farmer's hut. Katsura had wanted to continue riding
until they found an inn, but Haragata had complained his belly
was in an uproar and he needed a rest as much as the horses.
Sneering at his half-brother's weakness, Katsura had agreed to stop.
The farmer was nowhere to be seen, but his wife and daughter were
in the hut, and the girl was pretty enough to make the two
brothers think of something beside their horses -- at least after
the horses were fed. Confronted by two samurai of obviously noble
attachment, unaware they were actually the sons of the great lord
in Sasaki castle, mother and daughter vacillated between fear and
fascination. Katsura was of the mood to push on and return home,
but Haragata persuaded him otherwise.
Katsura was now squatting on the straw floor behind the
naked daughter. The girl was on all fours, and as Katsura worked
his organ in and out of her wet little cunt, the mother sat
trembling beside Haragata.
Katsura was not that pleased with the girl. She was pretty
enough, but he had expected her to be a virgin and such was not
the case. The cunt was tight and not much used, but he detested
the idea that someone had plucked the flower before him. At least
his visit in the passage would be earlier than his half-
brother's, which was a modicum of consolation. The girl was also
too unresponsive, like a sack of flour, much like his wife, Lady
Icho No Mae, who was now living in the province of Mikawa with
their young son because she and Katsura had decided they hated
each other. Having to think of his wife annoyed Katsura, and he
slapped the peasant girl's ass. "Move your hips, little chicken,
I'm about to bless your existence." And with that Katsura came,
his cock spurting in thick jets inside the girl's upraised cunt.
He remained inside her until the last spasm, and then he pulled
out of her and rose to his feet.
He turned to his brother. "There, Haragata, I've plowed the
field for you."
Haragata grumbled. He had wanted the girl from the first,
had persuaded Katsura they should take her, but then of course
Katsura had mounted her first as the older brother. Quickly
extracting his organ from his loin-cloth, Haragata squatted
behind the girl and plunged himself into the wet opening.
Katsura, meanwhile, had moved to the mother who was kneeling
on the straw and still trembling. "Here, woman," he said. "Take
it in your mouth and clean me."
Without hesitation, her eyes on the long sword hanging on
Katsura's left hip, the mother took his limp penis between her
lips and started sucking it. Her initial desire was merely to
clean it, then perhaps clean the other one after it left her
daughter and pray the two samurai would leave before her husband
returned from the rice fields. The mother regretted that she and
her daughter had returned early from the fields. But how was one
to know? Now the taste of the organ in her mouth had acquired a
warm sweetness that excited her. She could smell the samurai's
loins, the musk of his masculinity. She had a hunger to stroke
his thighs and balls, but she dared not touch him with anything
but her mouth. His organ was not stiff, but she had watched the
cock in its erect state as it had plowed her daughter's furrow,
and since that moment her own cunt had been wet with longing. She
continued sucking, telling herself she was merely cleaning him,
but in the back of her mind was a hope the samurai's organ would
revive and he would take her the way he had taken her daughter.
The door to the hut suddenly burst open, and the farmer,
husband and father to the two women, and a farmer-samurai who had
long ago exhausted his energies, stood there with his mouth open
and his eyes wild as he took in the scene.
"*Ano-ne*! You sons of dogs! What--"
Haragata stopped pumping his belly against the girl's
buttocks and stared over his shoulder. "Go away!"
Katsura, his cock still stuffing the mouth of the woman, put
his hand on his sword. "Leave us, old man."
"I will not leave you!" the farmer shouted, and he struggled
to pull his long sword from its scabbard.
With a sigh, Katsura abruptly pulled his cock out of the
woman's mouth, lifted his own sword from the floor, and drew it
out of its sheath. He wasted a split second estimating the height
of the low roof and how it would affect the stroke of the long
sword, and the next instant, as the farmer still struggled with
his sword, Katsura swung his sword laterally and with a mighty
blow severed the farmer's head from his neck.
"*Sugoi*! screamed the daughter, staring with horrified eyes
at the head of her father as it rolled to a stop near her body.
Haragata grunted and started pumping the girl again.
Katsura, his cock made stiff by the sight of the blood
spurting from the headless neck, grasped the mother's hair and
plunged his organ inside her mouth again. He no longer looked at
the headless body; he gazed down at the woman's face. Cupping his
hand beneath her chin, he shuddered and spurted into her waiting
mouth.
* * *
Haragata's mother, Lady Kumode No Kyoko, was an unhappy
woman. She found her life in Sasaki castle boring. She was from
Kyoto, and as a girl she had enjoyed the life of the town, the
crowds, the shops, the rumors about the emperor's court. She
herself had visited the palace with her father. When her marriage
to Sasaki Saduki had been arranged, she had been enthusiastic,
thinking that as the wife of an important daimyo she would have
everything she had yearned for while a girl in Kyoto. Now, after
twenty years as Saduki's wife, she found her existence provincial
and dull. She was almost forty, and each day showed new lines in
her face. She was convinced that if any happiness awaited her in
the future, it would result only if her son succeeded his father
as the daimyo of the province. The problem was that Haragata was
not the next in line -- the heir was Katsura, Saduki's eldest
son. What could she do? Every day she prayed for a miracle.
Now, in the evening, Lady Kyoko reclined on her bed with one
of her maids. The girl Seiko had her face between Kyoko's legs,
gently licking Kyoko's clitoris, her soft hands slowly stroking
Kyoko's spread thighs. Kyoko lay with closed eyes, savoring the
pleasure produced by the girl's soft tongue. This was almost the
only pleasure she had these days since Saduki hardly ever visited
her bed any more. This was much better than her *harigata*, the
ivory phallus she had obtained during a trip to Kyoto ten years
before. Nothing could really compare with a gentle licking by an
obedient maid. Kyoko squirmed her hips, and the girl began
licking faster. But before the orgasm arrived, they were
interrupted by a tapping on the *shoji*. Kyoko thought it was one
of the other maids, and she was about to send the girl away, when
she was shocked to hear a male voice:
"It's me, Fuwa Doken," the voice said. "I have some news
about Lord Katsura that might interest you."
Kyoko quickly pushed Seiko away from the bed and covered
herself. Fuwa Doken? News about Katsura? She was intrigued. Fuwa
Doken had hinted many times that he would be interested in
sharing her bed, but she had never encouraged his advances. What
was this news about Katsura? Fuwa Doken had never entered her
rooms at this time of night. "Let him in," Kyoko said to Seiko.
The girl hurried to the *shoji* and slid it open.
Doken climbed into the room and bowed. "Good evening, Lady
Kyoko."
Kyoko opened her fan and started fanning herself. "This is
unusual, isn't it? What's this news about Katsura?"
Fuwa Doken glanced at the maid and then looked at Kyoko
again. "Send the girl away."
"Why?"
Doken sighed. "It would be better if I talked to you
privately."
Kyoko hesitated a moment. Then she nodded at Seiko. "Wait
outside. And keep your ears closed!"
Fuwa Doken remained silent until the maid left them and
closed the *shoji*. He knew the girl would listen anyway -- all
the servants did. But one could speak softly. And in any case the
real reason he wanted the maid out of the room had more to do
with her eyes than her ears. He moved closer to the bed, almost
touching it with his knees, and he looked with approval at Lady
Kumode No Kyoko. In the soft candle light, she looked closer to
thirty than to forty. She was quite beautiful, almost
intimidating in her beauty, but he was confident they would soon
become allies in more ways than one. He glanced with interest at
her form, at the light robe she wore, at the white cotton that
covered her dainty feet.
Kyoko shifted her body on the futon. She kept her kimono
closed, but her posture became more languorous. "Tell me the
news. What's this about Katsura?"
"An emissary from the shogun arrived today."
"I know that. Do you think I'm deaf and blind?"
"Katsura is requested to go to Edo in the service of
Togukawa Ieyasu."
Kyoko gave a sharp intake of breath. "Is it true?"
Doken nodded. "Quite. Your husband has decided. He hasn't
yet told the emissary he agrees, but he will this evening.
Katsura will be established as a samurai of rank in the shogun's
court."
Kyoko was keenly aware of the possibilities. Was this the
miracle for which she had prayed? Anything might happen to
Katsura in Edo. And then... "Thank you, Fuwa Doken. But you're
interest in bringing this news to me is a puzzle."
Doken smiled. "I thought it would please you."
"Yes, it does please me, but I think you may have something
else in your mind."
"Indeed, you're perceptive. Yes, I have something else in my
mind. But I won't say more at this time than to admit our
interests may be in harmony. Does that please you also?"
Their eyes met, and they gazed at each other during a long
moment.
Finally, Kyoko said: "Yes, it pleases me greatly." She
shifted her body again, this time moving her leg to the side so
that her foot touched Fuwa Doken's thigh.
He looked at the foot covered by white cotton resting
against his thigh. He shifted closer to it, lifted her *tabi*
clad foot and stroked it, then gently pulled it into his lap and
under his kimono.
Kyoko smiled behind her fan. She could feel his loin-cloth.
She moved her toes around until she encountered his penis. "One
must be discreet," she said.
Doken's response was to push her foot away. She was about to
express her disappointment, but instead she gasped as Doken
quickly parted his kimono and extracted his erect penis from his
loin-cloth.
She said nothing. She gazed at the sturdy organ a long
moment, the color rising to her cheeks. Finally, she murmured: "A
bold man with a bold cock. You have a large weapon, Fuwa Doken."
"I shall order it to be at your service."
Kyoko licked her lips as she watched his hand squeeze the
hard shaft. "Yes, that would please me."
"There is much to do to advance our mutual interests."
"I want my son to be the daimyo."
"My ancestors are from the northern part of the province,
near the Echizen Hida border. The region is not more than a fifth
of the Mino territory."
"You shall have the land. Haragata will arrange it as soon
as he becomes daimyo."
Fuwa Doken sighed and took his cock in his hand. "Enough
talk of the future. How do wish to make use of this?"
Kyoko thought a moment, considering the possibilities. Then
she decided. "Stay as you are." She slid off the bed and crawled
forward. Pushing her robe aside, she took hold of his organ and
squatted down on it until she sat in his lap with his cock firmly
sheathed in her cunt.
"A large one," she said. And she thought: Much better than a
*harigata*. She held his shoulders as she started rocking up and
down.
* * *
Saduki sat with Lord Yuki again, the low table between them
covered with sake bowls and sweets.
"I've decided it's a good idea," Saduki said. "My eldest son
has been restless for some time, and it would do him some good to
spend some time with Tokegawa Ieyasu."
Yuki nodded. "A wise decision."
Saduki understood it was all pretense. They both knew his
decision was forced. A refusal would bring the wrath of the new
shogun, and perhaps the downfall of the House of Sasaki. They
sipped their tea awhile, and then Saduki said:
"I'll have a girl sent to you to help you sleep."
Yuki bowed. "Your hospitality is gracious, Sasaki Saduki."
Later, after hurrying through a secret narrow passage-way,
Saduki fastened his eyes to a peep-slit that showed the interior
of Lord Yuki's bedroom. The girl that Saduki had ordered for Lord
Yuki's convenience knelt on the mat in the center of the room
with her kimono raised to show her buttocks. Lord Yuki sat a few
feet behind her, quietly contemplating the girl's charms,
occasionally sipping from a bowl of sake. Several minutes passed
without either Lord Yuki or the girl doing anything.
Sasaki found it boring. Was Yuki a monk or a samurai? Saduki
decided his boredom was an omen. The new shogun was indeed
dangerous, and the House of Sasaki must be protected at all
costs. With a sigh of frustration, Saduki left the peep-slit and
shuffled back to his own quarters...
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BUSHIDO by Sachi Mizuno [An Extract]
Copyright (c) 1996 Sachi Mizuno