Message-ID: <13565eli$9808011242@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: Celeste's 'Lost Stories' - Bushido, excerpt {Sachi Mizuno} Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: NNTP-Posting-Host: panix5.nfs100.access.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: TTT Archive (Treasure Trove of the Titmouse) Celeste listed several stories as "lost" in her Cumulative Monthly List posted in late July. I'm posting those I have to ASS/M and hope those who have others will do the same. My reposting will include: Bushido {Sachi Mizuno} Excerpt only. Anyone got the rest? Cleave it to Beaver 1 {MrNatural} Is there more? Dispensation of Grace 3 {Horangi} Anyone got parts 1-2? Face of Betrayal {Morpheus' Twin} Hands On {Deidre Ng} Meeting Shirley {The Observer} Open Big {Thomas A Long} Silent Intruder {Annette} Tammy's Game {Tammy Ng} Terri's Dilemma {The Observer} Tonya Harding, Slave Girl {Your Friendly Author} These stories have been minimally cleaned up. If I have it, the text includes original headers and footers. Still missing, as far as I'm concerned: "Let Your Fingers Do the Riding" by Solo Polyphony "Under the Table" by DOLFAN353 "Shower Buddies" by Stone Wolf "'D' Is for Driving" by Dulcinea "So Shy" by Scott Sanders (young love) "Stuffing the Old Gobbler" by MrSpraycan Best, Titmouse [in:bushido.txt] alt.sex.stories/dl/sl960617.t >From 71022.251@compuserve.com Mon Jun 17 23:29:20 PDT 1996 Article: 97550 of alt.sex.stories Path: news.callamer.com!news1.crl.com!nntp.crl.com!news.PBI.net!news.netvoyage.net!n ews.sprintlink.net!news- stk-11.sprintlink.net!news.interserv.net!news1.sprynet.com!news From: 71022.251@compuserve.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: SP fiction: BUSHIDO mf (erotic novel of feudal Japan) Date: Sat, 15 Jun 1996 20:40:02 GMT Organization: Sprynet News Service Message-ID: <4pv47j$i8i@juliana.sprynet.com> Reply-To: 71022.251@compuserve.com NNTP-Posting-Host: ad07-083.compuserve.com X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.0.82 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 (see info at end of extract) ADULTS ONLY. ACCESS RESTRICTED TO PERSONS OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE. ================================================================ 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... ================================================================ BUSHIDO by Sachi Mizuno [An Extract] Copyright (c) 1996 Sachi Mizuno To be published by Spectrum Press - Chicago For info on already published complete ASCII texts, including fiction by Mizuno, see the catalog at: http://users.aol.com/specpress Or request an email catalog at 71022.251@compuserve.com ADULTS ONLY. 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