Message-ID: <17658eli$9811302007@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ~master~ Subject: Hypno-Samurai by mesmer Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3657723F.C2A311C5@coastnet.net.au> Hypno-Samurai This erotic Hypnosis/Mind-Control story is not to be read by persons under the age of 18 years of age. Please enjoy this story and email me your comments or criticisms. Thank you - Mesmer. "Hypno-Samurai" (c) By Mesmer Chapter 1 * Long-swords flashed in the late afternoon sun, returning to their wielding owners their gleaming razor sharp blades slick with the white-speckled deep red blood of the luckless bodies they passed through in their vicious deadly cutting arc. Horses reared, front hooves flashing, arcing forward, reaching out violently and crashing downwards, striking mens heads and shoulders heavily, cracking bone, splitting skulls and faces while rear quarters stamped and trod mercilessly on those who had already fallen and who were not yet dead. Long sharp- pointed lances thrust savagely in all directions, impaling, skewering, penetrating leather-clad samurai to their hearts. Armour erupted in blood-red patterns streaking down, gushing forth from the vicious savagery of the time in the islands of medieval Japan. Takekazu Shinagawa had survived the man battle, only to be forced to flee into the dense forest as several horse-mounted samurai charged after he had sliced their leader's head from his shoulders. He thrashed the heaving sweating flanks of his horse, riding it towards the death of its future as he widened the gap between him and his pursuers. He reached the end of the forest, setting his lathered steed free to find its place to die as he skirted the edge of the seemingly quiet village. Large shrubs and trees hid him from the view of any who would see until the sky had lost the support of the sun altogether for the day, perhaps in another hour or so. Exhausted, Takekazu lay down in the thickest bushes he could find to wait until dark. Then he would find the house of the traitor and exact his revenge. In the day's battle had he lost most of his father's samurai, all flighting valiantly to the bloody end, their wives without husbands, their sisters without brothers, their brothers without sisters, their mothers and fathers without sons and daughters. He wondered if any beside himself had survived, doubting his answer would bring him any satisfaction. They had been outnumbered ten to one from the start. It had been an ambush, carried out with cruel and calculating precision and ruthless butchery that had seen his own soldiers slaughtered without a fighting chance, other than to draw their swords courageously and state their family names before being shown no quarter as they were cut down from all sides at once where they stood their ground proudly, bravely, and dying the same way. Takekazu closed his eyes, knowing the traitor, whoever they were would pay dearly for their betrayal with their life, but not before he had taken a huge and terrible revenge for himself and his fallen men. Sleep from sheer exhaustion took him quickly to the land of his dreams, anguished and bitter, sad and grief-stricken, yet amongst the bloody image-struck visions did that of his own wife appear, naked and sweet and waiting for him to enter her jade gates. Her thighs opened wide, beckoning him home to them after his long and terrible day. There he would rest once more in her eagle's nest of black lushness, to breathe of her musky essence as he found the jewel of her body's` pleasure, highly polished after seven years of marriage and pillowing often. His body began to harden beneath his leather armour. Then the images of all faded, his hopes rekindled and balanced, his awareness, even in his dreams now fading first to grey, then to the welcome blackness that finally carried him away into deeper rest and peace. * * He had awakened one hour after darkness had fallen. Sure he had not been discovered Takekazu stripped of his armour and hid it in the bushes, taking from his saddle bags his peasants' ninja clothing of the blackest colouring, and tying his special bag tightly around his waist. Careful of being seen, his lithe body blended invisibly with the areas of darkness. He travelled from house to house, garden to garden, avoiding the streets full of people shouting. He heard them talking loudly about the fierce battle that had raged briefly before all had been slain by their rival lord. He saw many heads impaled on long poles as he passed the main areas of commerce and markets in the village centre, some he knew, some he did not. His tears melted into his black clothing as his determination to avenge their useless deaths grew inside his mind and body. Finally he perched halfway up a thick bushy tree outside the house of his choosing. It was the only family in the village who had been reported to his father's samurai as having some allegiance with the rival clan. But it was not reported as to which of the family claimed that allegiance. He was determined to find out if he had to torture every member of the family. Takekazu peered from his vantage point within the leafy branches, through the lighted window of the thatched wooden and paper home. He saw a woman cooking, helped by two younger women he presumed to be her daughters. Of a man he could see nothing, and then he did, fleetingly as he passed by the window, then returned to peer out into the darkness before closing it to Takekazu's hidden view. The man's face had been serious, his eyes deep and clouded. Maybe with guilt, thought Takekazu, as he waited for the man to leave the window. Then he gingerly allowed himself to fall silently onto the grassy ground. He decided to enter their home through the roof, a task easily accomplished through his special ninja training. There he would wait and observe, listen and maybe discover by accident and luck who the traitor was. Then he would kill them. It would be as simple as that. Like the most agile of black cats did he jump and climb from ground to fence to tree and finally to the roof board extending outwards on the style of home that was common in the village. Most residents did not ever venture into the roof of their homes for fear of falling through the thin supporting boards or being bitten by spiders or other such things as the imagination might believe lived there. Cautiously he squeezed his supple body through and between the out and the inner supports until finally he was inside, plunged into the inky darkness warmed by the cooking stoves in the main kitchen beneath. He waited for several minutes for his eyes to accustom themselves to the blackness. Then slowly he crept forward, his weight spread evenly in his balance, lightly feeling the direction of each rafter with the toes and the balls of his feet. His hearing guided him as well, sensing the direction of voices floating upwards and through the thin roofing structure. And so did his toes and feet guide him that way until at last he squatted, suspended and supported between two rafters directly above the conversations floating up to him. As he listened, the words began to take on meaning, but after a half an hour he gained nothing new in his plight, other than the usual conversations one would expect around the table at mealtime. Takekazu decided to wait and explore the roof in total until all had retired for the night. Within an hour he had accurately located and committed to memory the areas of all sleeping quarters, one for the husband and wife and two separate rooms for each of the daughters. He waited patiently and within a short while after that all had retired for the night. He moved silently back to the area above the husband and wife's room, bending low, placing his ear to the rook to listen through the small hole he had previously cut. The sounds he heard angered him even more as he listened to the pillow talk and soft gentle sounds of bodies gently slapping thighs. They could still make love, he thought, even though their lord's samurai had been slaughtered that very day. His vengeance seethed within his mind and senses, realising that one or the other beneath him, or both, for that matter, could be the traitor, or traitors. Maybe they were celebrating the victory of their betrayal in the entwining of their bodies and limbs? He thought. Silently Takekazu lifted upwards and backwards the manhole size piece of thatch- work from the roof flooring he had previously perforated. He placed it down, balancing it evenly on the rafters behind him. Peering over the edge he waited for his eyes to adjust once again. It took only seconds. He could make out easily the buttocks of the husband as he ground himself against those of his wife beneath him who was positioned on all four limbs like an animal. Takekazu then wasted no more time, driven by his earlier thought of them celebrating the victory of their betrayal. He reached into his small bag at his waist and drew out two long six-inch steel spikes, sharpened to fine points. Then, holding his breath and judging his flight he sprang, dropping silently but solidly upon the back of the man bent over the back of his wife beneath him. The man collapsed with a grunt, driving his wife's body flat and hard into the floor. Quickly he slapped his hands together on either side of the man's head, driving the deadly spikes deeply into the man's skull. The husband grunted softly, then fell sideways to the floor, dead before his body's weight had fully settled onto the tatami thick matting. He stepped away from the trembling corpse and looked down at the naked woman who was beginning to stir after having had the breath knocked from her body after he had fallen onto her husband's back. She moaned softly, drawing one knee upwards and close to her chest, gasping deeply. Takekazu reached quickly into the small pouch at his waist, emptied a small portion of the white powder into the palm of his hand and straddled the woman's naked back. He snapped his hand with the powder over the woman's gasping open mouth, holding her head backwards and still with his free hand. She was forced to inhale the powerful and quick- acting hypnotic powder, tensing and stiffening in his grip in alarm, sucking deeply, which is exactly what he had expected she would do. Her shoulders struggled and her head twisted beneath his grip, but he held her firmly. No doubt she thought he was her husband, Takekazu thought. Then finally, after a few more futile struggling moments he felt her relax and slacken beneath his grip. He released her head and face slowly, allowing her to collapse gently down into the matting, sighing loudly. Takekazu's ears strained for sounds of discovery, but heard none. The naked woman breathed deeply, calmly, seemingly very relaxed and peaceful. Quickly he flipped the stunned woman onto her back and fell between her thighs, working quickly and hungrily on the already moist softness of the folds of her secret place. The thick bud of her womanhood stood erect and waiting for his mouth, as also waited the slickness of her centre as he searched her with his tongue. He lifted her quickly to the heights of her peak, searching her inner ridges and pressuring them sensuously while she moaned softly, her hands caressing the back of his head. He ate and feasted forcefully of all she had to offer him. Takekazu had to take her to her peak and hold her there, quickly, gaining any information, knowing she would have no conscious knowledge of releasing information to him during the throes of her body's strongest arousal. Forty-one-year-old Miko could not quite understand what was happening to her mind, but she knew exactly what was happening to her body. The springtime of the cherry blossoms had come again in her loins, making her feel as she did when just a girl. She would deal with her husband for hurting her later, after she had blossomed with the cherry trees of all Japan at the summit of her Mt Fuji. That would be when the volcano in her loins exploded and threw her bodily from the dizzy heights of passion and lust. Yet Miko sensed there was something different in her husband's handling of her, but she didn't mind. It was lifting her higher by the second. She would have to make him a special breakfast in gratitude in the morning when she would awaken. Yukio always awoke refreshed after her body had been taken to winged flight the night before in her husband's warm and strong embrace. Takekazu sensed she was rapidly approaching that point. Her buttocks were thrusting firmly against his face, straining her wet fur matting forward for him to take her secret place more harshly. He took the pulsing shaft of her pleasure core deeply into his mouth, sucking strongly, tugging it round and round, up and down forcefully, waiting for the perfect moment, his tongue, his samurai sword, lancing and slashing, cutting its burning arcs one after the other across and around, up and down the throbbing core of female sensation. Miko's breathing deepened to irregular, silent gasps, remaining quiet in her awareness of her daughters in the adjoining rooms either side of her. Her hips and buttocks began to verge on the edge of their own control. She knew it would not be long now. Her senses swam in the childhood memories of her first sexual joining and her breasts flamed and her nipples engorged with passion, stinging hotly. She wanted them sucked deeply into her husband's mouth, and to feel the sharp bite of his teeth at her nipples. His flaming arrow she wanted to pierce her quivering centre before it was too late. She tried to call his name, but everything seemed hazy as her rapidly rising passion whisked her dangerously to the edge of Mount Fuji and held her, hovering there with rapturous fate uncertain. Sensing the moment Takekazu jammed three fingers deeply into the wet heaving centre of the Japanese woman's thighs. She groaned deeply from the pit of her stomach. He felt it and leaned over her face as he began to thrust his fingers violently and rapidly up inside her hot channel. "Who betrayed the Lord's family?" He asked firmly into her ear, holding her head steady in her passionate throes as she tried to toss it from side to side in burning search of release. What was her husband asking her? Who's family? Miko wondered as her hips and buttocks began to jerk, almost uncontrollably. Her mind and body strained for release, her centre ached and throbbed, wanting the driving hand deeper and faster, harder and fuller inside of her squeezing, gripping channel. Why did he keep her waiting like this? He sounded so far away. Now was not the time for talk. She groaned, firing her gaping junction downwards, hard against the driving fingers that filled her, penetrated her repeatedly and so wonderfully, so deeply. They seemed to be feeling her from the inside out. So different, Miko thought wondrously, as her hips and buttocks squeezed that which filled her aching void, trying to trap it forever inside her molten depths. Takekazu repeated the question, closer to her ear as she strained and forced herself against his hand and driving fingers. He was holding her at the very edge of her precipice, taunting her body, teasing it mercilessly. Holding her face still he placed his ear next to her opening and closing mouth, repeating the question again and again. "Whaat?" She groaned quietly, desperately in lustful anguish. "Not nooowwww! Ooohh! You know ... it was ... Kiko. But I ... told you. Oooohh! Please! Take me to ... Mount Fuji ... now! Ooohh! Oooh! Oooh!! Ooh! Yyeeeeeeessssssssss! Ooooooohhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Yyyyeeeeeesssssssss! Oooooooohhhhhhhh! Nnnnnnnnyyyeeeesss!" Takekazu dove his hand deeply the instant he had the information he wanted. He lifted her firmly by the insides of her twisting writhing channel, plunging his hand into her deeply, physically, over and over again. His other hand gripped her head as she fought strongly to twist it sideways. She bucked wildly in the heaving throes of her peak's rapid arrival in her centre and buttocks. When he was sure she raptured in the midst of her pleasure's passing he helped her do just that. Quickly he withdrew his hand from between her steaming thighs, then clamped it strongly with his other on the side of her head. Then he twisted violently, snapping and breaking her neck as easily as he would a meaningless twig from the forest floor. The mother of the traitorous girl collapsed into the mattress with a loud sigh, dead, as the last breath of un-lived and unfelt passion and lust left her lungs for the final time. Takekazu stood and gazed down at the dead naked woman, feeling nothing but contempt for her. Kiko, he repeated the name to himself as he moved quietly away from the now silent and still naked, trembling corpse. That must be one of the daughters, but which one? He puzzled as he crept silently out into the hallway, knowing the two adjoining rooms must contain one daughter each. He had discovered that from his earlier search while still in the roof waiting for them all to retire. Takekazu knew he would just have to find out the hard way. * * * Takekazu paused outside the open doorway and strained his ears, listening for the telltale sign of deep and even breathing. Then, smiling thinly, he crept on silently on padded feet, into the room and across to where the blanket covered the sleeping form of one daughters. Whether it was Kiko or not, he had no way of knowing. All that was visible was the girl's black hair covering her shoulders as she lay on her back, breathing peacefully. Her arms were beneath the covers. He reached into his waist bag, bringing out a small portion of the white hypnotic powder in the hollow of his palm. Then, quietly kneeling down beside the sleeping girl he held his palm steady and straddled her waist, effectively trapping her arms beneath the blanket as his knees pressed it tightly into the thick tatami matting. She did not stir as he leaned forward, palm open and steady until it hovered just below her mouth and nostrils. He knew that once the white powder was in her bloodstream it would only take a few minutes for it to reach its full and debilitating effect on her body's system. And that was irrespective of whether it was inhaled or mixed with the saliva in her mouth. Takekazu's other hand readied to hold her head steady. Then quickly he cupped his open palm fully over the mouth and nose of the sleeping girl, at the same time gripping her head firmly. Her eyes flew wide open in terror the instant he touched her, two round, circular orbs white with fear and half-glazed momentarily from being shocked from a deep sleep. She tried to twist her head, but it was useless. He held her still. She sucked in deeply, screaming beneath his palm, but the sound went no further than his skin. Her chest heaved as she gasped and drew the white powder deeply into her lungs and mouth. Takekazu settled heavily down on her tensed stomach to restrict her movements. Then he watched and waited for the signs of the hypnotic drug to begin coursing through her body's racing bloodstream. Within three minutes her struggles began to diminish to feeble movements, and then to barely none at all. Her eyes glazed fully, but remained half-open. Her breathing stabilised to once more becoming deep and steady. He eased some of his weight off her stomach as it relaxed, and then moved completely from her now relaxed form altogether. Slowly he then removed the blanket from her body, revealing her sleeping costume - a white knee-length thin robe. Reaching down to take hold of it at her knees, he lifted it as high as he could, noting immediately the girl wore nothing beneath it. She was nude. Takekazu rolled her over onto her stomach and lifted the nightwear again, up and over her firm buttocks and halfway up along her back. With a soft grunt he then reefed it up to her shoulders and over her head. Then he rolled her over onto her back. Takekazu then rested back on his haunches as he dropped the girl's nightdress to the matting. He allowed his eyes a few seconds to take in her naked form. Her breasts were full and firm, her age being in her late teenage years, maybe around eighteen or nineteen. Her nipples were dark and elongated. Gazing between her open thighs he saw she had practically no brush between her thighs at all. His hand reached down and felt the girl's soft warm mound. It was made free of any body-hair, which surprised him - that art usually left to the geisha community. Her soft flesh pulsed beneath his fingertips. Her slit felt sooth and a little moist as his finger gently parted the swelling folds of her bare crease. He searched for the core of her pleasure, then, finding it between his finger and thumb, proceeded to stroke her small shaft up and down a few times. The drugged girl moaned softly and sighed, her mouth opening, her tongue snaking slowly out to moisten her lips. He smiled thinly and withdrew his hand, then leaned down to whisper into her ear. "What is your name?" he breathed firmly. "Mmmm.. Yukio." The tranced girl responded dreamily. He sighed. She wasn't the traitor. He thought for a few seconds while he watched the girl's own delicate hand search for and quickly find the apex of her own pleasure to begin tiny circling movements across her own soft core. He decided to press forward for further information while he had the chance. "Did you help Kiko betray your lord's family?" he asked softly. "Mmmm.. Yes." She replied as her pleasure deepened at the tips of her own gentle fingers. Takekazu's face hardened, knowing the whole family had been involved in the betrayal, one way or the other. The girl had sealed her own fate. Watching her sensual fingering actions he felt himself harden, and then he grinned. Why shouldn't she pay with more than her life? He thought angrily. Her hands glided across her velvet skin, hips and buttocks beginning now to thrust gently against the pressuring and circling actions of her own hand and fingers. His half-erect penis, curved and supple and pulsating lay at an angle to his scrotum within the tight confines of his black suit, straining for area to grow to fullness, yet finding none. He stood quickly and removed his pants, then knelt close to her side. "Come to me!" He whispered firmly into her ear. "You will give yourself to me now!" Yukio tried to fight the fog closing over her mind. She heard the strange voice, knew she was naked in the man's presence, yet could do nothing of her conscious will about her terrible situation. Her mind felt entrapped, her energy lazy and willing to accede to his command. She felt him remove her nightwear, touch her secret place where only she and her sister ever touched and fondled, for she had yet to have a man lay between her thighs and take her as a grown woman. Her senses reeled with the sensation of pleasure rippling through her lower belly and thighs, sampling deeply with her own gentle hands and fingers. Then slowly her mind cleared a little. It told her she must obey the invader's command, while somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered who he was. And for that matter, why he had wanted to know about her family's part in the betrayal of their lord's family. Then she lost the thought completely when she heard his strong male voice whisper urgently to her again, repeating her instructions to come to him. Her hands ceased their self-pleasuring actions instantly. She blinked a few times and slowly sat up, her eyes half-open and still glazed, unable to focus clearly. She turned towards the sound of his breathing, yet saw him not by clear focus. A strange taste lay inside her mouth and on her tongue. Her hands reached for him, lightly brushing the tip of his penis. It flicked up momentarily, twitching, then stiffened rigidly at the attention of her soft, warm hands. They felt for his scrotum and cupped him gently, squeezing softly. She heard his breathing deepen, but remain steady. Takekazu lay back, sighing and exhaling long and slowly. Her hands dug deeply into the muscles of his legs, kneading, pushing, squeezing. Her fine black hair dropped own over her forehead, partially covering one eye. She slowly swept it back with a lazy easy motion. Slowly her fingers started again, a frown etched on her forehead. Why was he here? She wondered. Who was he? He saw her watching his face, although he didn't think she was focussing on im clearly. Her fingers massaged his chest. He groaned as she touched the hurt from his earlier battle and fighting. His expression remained unchanged, Yukio noticed as her vision cleared slowly, but his row furrowed. She hoped she hadn't hurt him. Yukio tried to remember everything her sister told her about pleasing men as part of her bridal training. She had seen the pillow books and read all the sensual stories of what to do. Her pulse began to race and her heart began to thump wildly in her chest as her hands swept down his stomach to his abdomen. Her feathery touch rippled the muscles of his mid-section, but his expression still remained unchanged. His eyes were closed, nostrils flared, a thin smile stretched across his lips. What was happening, she wondered? Was she not pleasing him enough? Her hands slipped around his testicles, soft and smooth. She curled her fingers around his penis and began to pull and twist. Takekazu groaned silently as she caressed him slowly, smoothly. It soothed him from memories of earlier that day in the battle. He opened his eyes and looked up at her, his eyes keen and sure in the darkness. She shook her shoulders slightly when she saw him begin to watch her. Now she could focus, he observed. With her hands released from his she rubbed her breasts briefly until the nipples stiffened and lengthened before his eyes. Her legs were slightly spread in her kneeling position, her crescent parted and clearly visible to his gaze. Then she leaned forward and lowered her mouth to his lower stomach as its tongue began a ritual dance. He drew up his knees, widening the resting place of his feet, allowing her more open access to him. Takekazu reached for her, placing a hand between her legs as she dipped her little finger deeply between his buttocks. He shivered with pleasure. Her finger then began to circle his entrance sensually, rippling his pleasure outwards from between his buttocks and into his whole body. Yukio's lips formed an oval and slipped down over his awakening penis. She could feel his pulse with her tongue as she moistened it with her saliva. She inched her own knees farther apart at the feel of his hand sliding up her thigh now, gently stroking her soft, young skin. Yukio covered his penis fully with her mouth, her tongue leaping and spinning, stroking his stiffness with her inexpert, but eager touch. His hand rose slowly up her thigh until his fingers glided into her waiting warmth. She shivered as she felt his touch, her first touch by a man, there, in her secret place. She arched her legs wider apart. Takekazu's toes curled inwards as he felt the first wave of sensual pleasure pass over his body. He placed his other hand on the top of Yukio's head, forcing her mouth to make more penetrating motions. He drove his fingers into her slippery smoothness, felt her maidenhead tear, bringing a soft cry of pain from her throat, his thumb and forefinger around the source of her sexual joy. Then she lifted up from his groin and turn herself around, her eyes closed, her body responding automatically. She guided her hips over his mid-section until she was poised above him, her back to his face. He arched his lower back and found her silkiness, entering her slowly, his penis fully erect, hard, and wide. He controlled his motion, slowly, ever slowly, to prolong the pinnacle of pleasure. Yukio squatted on her hands and knees, the pain of his entry long gone, rotating her lower body in harmony with his upward thrusts. His motions became more pronounced, more vertical. Her body began to quiver with ecstasy. Then his body suddenly lunged with a more powerful movement upwards as he grasped her hips with his hands and pulled her down hard as he arched upwards, thrusting, pushing, his penis penetrating and withdrawing, attacking and retreating. She could feel the waves begin to spread throughout her mind and body. One after the other. Then suddenly she grunted as he made one powerful lunge upwards into her widely-stretched junction and she felt his hot semen rocket into her. Her vaginal muscles closed quickly, automatically around his hot hardness. She held him tightly between her legs, shaking, her hands clutching his ankles as he groaned quietly. Takekazu heard her gasp as he emptied himself deeply into her virginal insides and thrust viciously upwards into her one last time. She gasped and exploded, her body shimmering with sweat in the cool dark. Then she quickly spun around on his penis, facing him, her eyes shining brightly in the dark, her mouth open and still gasping with orgasmic rapture, her tongue out and down to one side of her mouth. Her lips were pulled hard back against her white teeth, giving her an animalistic appearance to his gaze. She kept him inside herself during her sudden turn on him, until finally she collapsed on his chest with a loud sigh, kissing his nipple, toying at it lazily with her tongue as she gasped in regaining her breathing. He undulated quietly within her as his thoughts regained their composure of what had to be done, for no other reason than it simply had to be done. She licked his erect nipple and then sucked on it strongly as he placed one hand either side of her head and held her lightly, his thumbs gently caressing her temples. She moaned softly. Then he firmed his grip and snapped her head quickly sideways, once each way, left and right, breaking her neck surely and cleanly. She stiffened and arched in his grip while he held her. Then she sighed loudly and collapsed on top of him. He rolled her sideways with an upward heave of his groin, throwing her lifeless body onto the tatami matting like so much unwanted garbage. Then he dressed quickly, straining his ears for sounds that might tell him his presence had been detected. He fastened his waist bag once again. The loss of his fallen comrades and friends cut through his heart. His blood began to boil with hatred and revenge for the traitorous woman sleeping peacefully and safe in the comfort of her blankets. So many of his men lay dead on the battlefields, their families without fathers, without brothers and sisters, without husbands to care for them as they grow. Gritting his teeth, he crept soundlessly from the room and towards where his destiny awaited him, as well as she who would soon be no longer among the living. * * * * His breathing calmed and his jaw gritted as he peered around the shoji screen, allowing his eyes the time needed to discern the sleeping shape of the traitor who slept peacefully beneath the warmth of her blanket. Kiko, the traitor, who would soon breathe no more, he decided, as he moved stealthily into her room. No amount of torture would be suitable in extracting his revenge and then bestowing his vengeance upon her. She would know fully the reason she was about to forfeit her life, exiting it as painfully as he could arrange. Takekazu moved closer, reaching once again into his waist-bag for the white powder, taking a larger amount than he had taken for her sister. He knelt quietly down on one knee onto the matting beside her sleeping form and steadied his palm to force the hypnotic powder into her nostrils and mouth as she opened her mouth in fright when he grabbed her. She was lying on her back, as had been her sister, her head facing slightly to one side, her long black hair spread above the blanket which covered her shapely form from her toes to her neck. He lifted his right leg to step over her when suddenly his groin exploded in blinding pain and fury. He grunted and fell sideways as the now fully-awake young woman quickly withdrew the foot that had pistonned upwards and rocketed into his groin and sprang to her feet, crouching and staring at him, rubbing her eyes frantically with her hands as her eyes blazed wide and staring at him sprawled upon the thick tatami matting. "Baka!" she spat at him. Idiot! Takekazu sprang quickly and nimbly to his feet, his groin flaming, his testicles throbbing painfully. He stared into the slitted, cold eyes of she who had taken him by surprise. "Chikusho!" he cursed aloud. Damn! He had been taken for a fool by this she-devil traitor of a woman. Woman? Ha! Takekazu thought angrily. She only looked like a teenager, but he was wary nevertheless as he began to circle her, his eyes never leaving her steely gaze for a single moment. She circled with him, although never leaving her central position as he moved around her from left to right. He crouched low, watching, waiting, allowing her to make the next move. And she did. As if she had coiled springs in the souls of her feet she leaped and sprang at him, high in the air, covering the distance between them like a blast of cold wind. He ducked and moved to the right, but not quickly enough to get clear of her flashing foot. It rocketed into his shoulder, missing his head by only the barest margin, the sheer force of her flashing foot spinning him like a child's toy. He tumbled, off balance and falling to the matting, only to quickly gain his footing and crouch once again to stare at the wisp of a girl with a new sense of caution in his mind and awareness. His gaze found hers already waiting, her eyes flashing and blazing her confidence at him, angering him even more. The pain from her kick was nothing to that which he had felt in battle, yet he felt himself growing hot beneath his black clothing in embarrassment at being handled like a mere student by only a young girl. "So, da-ne!" she hissed angrily at him. That's right! And then she insulted him directly. "Itte'rashai!" Please come again! Takekazu's blood pressure rose instantly. The girl was insulting him, taunting him over the way she had so easily handled his attack on her. He gritted his teeth firmly together, steadying his racing heart and pulse, controlling his temper, knowing that to lose it would surely mean the end of him. Jisatsu. Suicide. For this girl, young as she may be, was no student when it came to fighting, lacking neither skills nor courage in her displaying of both to him. He began to circle her again, keeping low to the matting, staring past her, allowing his peripheral vision to detect the slightest movement from her before her body had actually moved into the strike, whatever it happened to be. Kiko watched the invader dressed in black, her thoughts only now turning to those of her family, wondering why they had not come to investigate the noise in her room. Then her heart saddened as the reality set firmly into her mind. They had not come because they could not come. They were all dead. He had killed them all. And with that her resolve to kill him increased. She had already despatched him twice. Dressed as a ninja he might be, she thought confidently, but so far she had been able to outsmart him and outfight him. Her training as a secret assassin for the family lord's rival had seen her talents trained and honed to a cutting edge; those deadly talents of which had already been responsible for many strange and unexplained deaths in the family lord's province and villages. Kiko was Shihi, a woman of courage, one of an elite cell of revolutionary samurai idealists, fanatically loyal to her causes, whatever they happened to be as told her by her superiors. And now this nonperson had killed her family. Kiko's blood boiled in sheer rage at the thought of her younger sister who had yet not had the feeling of a man between her thighs. She suddenly sprang forward towards him, tumbling at a blistering pace across the thick matting, knowing he would be expecting her to leap through the air again. She held her breath while she tumbled. Her thighs tensed like coils springs as she rolled across the matting. As she tumbled she readied to unleash her powerfully trained legs and hardened heels like two arrows into his midsection while he looked for air in the air. Had he not been using his peripheral vision Takekazu might not have seen her ploy, which was to appear to leap up, but then roll at devastating speed towards him across the tatami matting. This Nemi, Courtesan, he thought insultingly of her talents now, had made her first mistake in underestimating him and being overconfident in her own abilities. She had taken her victory too soon and would now pay the price. Although the whole event from beginning to end had seemed to happen in slow motion, it had, in fact, been but a split second. As Kiko arrived, tumbling at his feet, her own powerful legs and thighs unleashed and exploded upwards towards his midsection like to rockets. Takekazu stepped back at the last instant, holding his move lest she should become aware of his knowledge of her ploy. Her legs stopped their explosive travel in the softness of his black clothing, but his flesh was a little further away and remained untouched by the feet of steel. And in that vulnerable instant, when both her legs were extended, slightly apart did he strike. He dropped to one knee and drove his rock-hard fist between both outstretched legs, exploding his clenched knuckles into her centre, driving his powerful strike onwards, even after it had made contact with the soft flesh of her female parts. His attacker groaned deeply, her extended legs and thighs collapsing lifeless onto the matting, then were drawn up tightly into her chest as she writhed before him. She moaned, her hands diving deeply between her legs to hold herself in an attempt to blot from her mind the extreme pain she felt in her soft loins. Takekazu saw his chance immediately and reached quickly into his waist bag, only again scooping as much of the white hypnotic powder as his nimble fingertips could manage. He fell upon the groaning girl who gasped deeply for breath amongst her blinding pain and jammed his palm containing the white powder fully over her mouth and nose, then held her face. He heard her suck deeply and cough, the white powder not inhaled rose like a small cloud of smoke before her head. Then she twisted and rolled sideways away from him to regain her footing and crouch to stare at him, one hand moving quickly to wipe her face and mouth, the other gripping her groin. Her face remained twisted in pain as she watched him. "Baka!" Idiot! He spat back at her, returning her earlier insult and knowing the game of death was now over. It was now only a matter of time before the effects of the hypnotic drug would take effect inside her body's system. Takekazu estimated she had drawn enough of it into her system to now give him the upper hand and the control of both their fates. Takekazu stared at her, allowing deliberately a thin smile to creep into his face and his voice as he spoke again. "Owari mash'ta!" We are finished! He told her confidently and then visibly relaxed his physical appearance to drive home the point to her conscious mind. "Kinjiru! Kinjiru! Kiko screamed at him loudly, afraid for the first time of him, not knowing what the strange taste was in her mouth from the powder he had forced into it. Already beginning to feel very strange within herself. The pain from her groin was quietly subsiding. Get out! Get out! Takekazu just waited and watched, sure of what would shortly follow. He watched her eyes, her gaze, waiting for the telltale signs of the drug's effect, a glazing, a relaxing of the rigid stance she now fought to hold herself in. Then suddenly, taking him completely by surprise, she leaped quickly at him like an arrow shot from an archer's bow. Her move took him by surprise. He ducked and threw himself sideways, but was not fast enough to escape. He threw his head away from the lightning foot flashing towards him, only to realise too late it had been a feint, and he had fallen prey to its ploy. Her rock-hard fist exploded like fury into the side of his head, stunning him momentarily. He fell hard onto the matting, grateful for its softness. His head throbbed, his vision swam and he fought hard to regain his focus and footing at the same time. He stood shakily, turning to find her, but again she found him first, her arms locking themselves about his neck, preparing to despatch him the way he had, unknown to her, despatched her family. Takekazu desperately cleared his mind and sured his footing into the matting, forgetting momentarily about the white powder that coursed through her system. Takekazu leaned forward, quickly reached beneath him and grabbed her forcefully by both ankles, then ripped her feet through his widespread legs with a force of a god. At the same time he threw himself violently backwards into her body, snapping his head back hard into her face. They flew backwards through the air locked together, he still gripping her firmly by the ankles, she still with her deathlike grip about his neck. Kiko only knew her nose was broken. She had heard the bone break before she had felt the blinding pain in her brain. Now she tasted her own blood, warm and salty, felt it streaming from her nose and down her face. She flew through the air backwards, desperately trying to snap his neck before she hit the matting, knowing it would be her last and only chance. Whatever the powder contained had made its effects felt within her mind and system. It had taken all of her courage, all of her mental and physical strength to attempt one last attack. She thought she had succeeded too, but she had not anticipated that her awareness and reflexes had slowed slightly, not much, but enough. She had to break his neck or she would die. Of that she was certain. Takekazu allowed his weight to go leaden, hoping that when they hit the tatami matting he would crush her, drive the living breath from her body. Then he would finish her once and for all. It was only a matter of time. He felt her trying to twist his neck, but her strength was failing her so fast he could tell he need not worry about that part of her final and futile attack. They both hit hard. He grunted and fell even more deeply into her, hearing with satisfaction the air whoosh from her mouth near his ear. He heard her grunt in agony, felt her powerful arms release their captive grip about his neck. Quickly he rolled off her and sprang to his haunches, seeing her holding her stomach as the blood poured from her nose and mouth. Her eyes were closed, her face twisted in pain as she fought to regain her breath. Quickly he dropped to one knee beside her, and, reaching into his waist bag yet again. He scraped the last of the white powder into his palm and jammed it forcefully into her bleeding mouth and nose in time with a deep gasp from her. She sucked strongly, twisting her head from side to side, grabbing his arms by the wrists that held her head, but her strength was that of a child. She was finished, and suddenly, all of his pain vanished. He had won. And she, had lost. "Shigata ga nai!" He said loudly to her in his victory voice. Bad luck! Time to move on! Then he sat back on his buttocks, landing heavily and relaxing into the soft matting. He felt the tension drain away from his mind and body like a block of ice melting down in the hot sun, yet still keeping his wary gaze on the now-subdued girl. With every passing second he knew she was falling more under the effects of the powerful hypnotic drug she had ingested so much of. He sighed and breathed deeply, regaining his total control and composure, already planning her departure from the land of mortal men and women. Takekazu had won. He was filled with a pride he had not felt in a long time. For the first time now he looked at the fallen girl with a measure of respect. She had been a worthy opponent, he concluded. Then, with a smile, he thought, but not worthy enough! * * * * * With no-one in the house alive but just the two of them Takekazu lit the lamps in the room that contained them both and saw for the first time the full damage he had caused his adversary. He inspected her at close quarters. Her nose was broken and her lips were split top and bottom. Both were already showing signs of swelling, blood still flowed freely from each, although now slowing slightly. He rolled her over onto her side automatically and without thinking, allowing her to breathe without choking on her own blood. She groaned loudly. Her arms lay lifeless beside her on the matting, her legs drawn upwards a little, not quite making her chest. The white nightwear she wore was covered in blood. Her eyes were open and glazed, her breathing now quickly becoming regular and deep from the effects of the hypnotic drug. He sighed. She was a mess, Takekazu decided cruelly as he gazed impassionately down at his fallen foe. Then he felt for the first time in his life what it felt like to truly hold the power of life and death over an opponent in the palm of his hands. It felt good. He knelt slowly down beside her waist, sliding a long-bladed knife from its snug sheath strapped to the inside of his right calf. Gripping the handle firmly he placed the razor sharp edge of the blade to her throat, then slowly lifted the bloodstained neckline of her nightwear and carefully held it away from her chest. Then, with the knife tip pointing downwards towards her thighs, he ran the sharp blade slowly, slitting the flimsy material from top to bottom. Replacing the knife in its sheath on his leg he separated the two halves of material with his fingertips, opened each side and lay it against the tatami matting. After pausing for a few seconds he again withdrew the long knife and slit the material away from each arm, cutting quickly from her armpit to her neck. He put the knife back in its sheath again and folded the entire nightdress away from her body, gazing at the naked form of his opponent, open and more vulnerable than she had been before in his presence. His eyes roamed from her neck to her ankles, several times over before settling back once more onto her bruised and still-bleeding face. Then slowly they wandered back to her breasts, lingering there, taking in the ripe fullness, the dark brown circles at the base of each nipple, which, in themselves stood stiff and erect, pointing towards the roof in their rigidity. Leaving the sensual fullness of her gently rising and falling breasts, his gaze trailed leisurely downwards to the apex between her thighs. Her junction yielded to his eyes an erotic view of its lush thick brush of curly black pubic hair, unlike her sister who had been hairless in that region. Takekazu closed his eyes and thought of his wife. She also had been well cared for from mother nature in the keeping warm of the entrance to her jade gates. Her two full lips were covered thickly with a dense matting of long black hairs, which then trailed down the inside of her thighs a little way. Between his wife's ample buttocks the forest of black hairs also grew in healthy fashion. He opened his eyes, his gaze homing in directly on the forest of black hair between his fallen opponent's thighs, his gaze remaining fixated on her junction until he realised how hard he had become between his thighs. Without thinking another thought he moved quickly between her legs, grasping each ankle and spreading them more widely apart. His hands went smoothly beneath her buttocks and around up over her lower groin, whereupon his deft fingers spread the lips of her slit wide. His mouth lowered, gripped her core at its shaft and sucked strongly, his tongue lapping and licking the swollen little core until it stiffened and became as rigid as was his own staff. Soft moans began to sound from her swollen mouth as he tugged his tasty morsel of firm flesh downwards and then back up again, unsheathing it fully from its enclosing hood each time he did so. He dragged her pulsing core around in circles, back and forth, his tongue dragging its flat back along its full length each time, then spearing savagely when he reversed his action. The moaning of his fallen opponent increased in volume and sincerity, and inside he smiled, deciding again that she, too, would depart this mortal world at the height of her peak. She would never arrive at that final summit of sheer raw pleasure and rapture her mind and body would believe was its natural right by the time he had finished her sensual preparation. He sucked and tongued her warm wet junction more savagely, more fiercely, more aggressively, delighting in feeling her hips and buttocks begin to take on a mind of their own. They began to gently thrust themselves into his invading mouth and tongue. Takekazu sensed knowingly she was rapidly approaching her peak. He ceased all actions. "Ki-ite, ite!" he snapped at her angrily. Listen! Kiko's eyes opened, blinked several times, then closed slowly downwards. Then they opened again, this time staying open. Her loins were on fire, as were the depths of her buttocks and her secret jewel. The numbness of her nose and face she felt, but the pain was not. Her mind felt light and unaware, as if trapped in a dream somewhere out of her body. She was aware, yet she was not, only of the deep pleasure she had felt when he had fastened his hot mouth to the gates of her cherry flower and had lapped and sucked strongly on her as if feasting for the first time in many days. She felt as if she were his meal of living flesh and her heart beat wildly with her pulse as it pounded painlessly at her temples. He had beaten her. She realised that. Kiko also realised that the strange tasting powder he had forced into her body was some type of hypnotic. She, also had been trained to use it on spies to get the truth of their actions from their willing mouths, once the drug had taken effect on their minds and bodies. They were powerless to resist, even though they were clearly aware of what was happening to them and that which they were asked to do. Kiko had seen many of her superiors use the drug on prisoners and then tell them to commit seppuku. Suicide. It was a very effective drug, and she knew it coursed freely through her system. She had tried it once to see how her future prisoners felt after she had given it to them. Inside she was completely alert, aware of everything that was going on, but outside and within her body and mind's choice of action she knew she was only awaiting instructions from her captor. Kiko half-expected him to tell her to commit seppuku the moment he had finished staring at her nudity. Within her awareness she felt embarrassed to be viewed by a male while she was without clothes, open and vulnerable. Her bushy centre lay freely there for his timeless inspection and judgment, but in some other part of her mind Kiko felt aroused, and knew it. "Kite!" he commanded her forcefully. Come! Takekazu stood and undressed completely, then sat and waited. She was slow to respond, as if still fighting the drug in her mind. His body absorbed the intense heat of the revenge he intended to extract from his hypnotised and vanquished opponent. His blood circulated in saturated arteries, bringing rich oxygen to empower his brain and loins. Then he saw her move her shoulders, and slowly she sat up, her face swollen and bloody, her body blood-streaked to her waist and across her breasts, but sensuous in its complete nudity before his gaze. She rose awkwardly to her knees and moved close to him, reaching out with one shaking hand and touching his shoulder. He flinched slightly at the softness and the gentleness of her touch on his skin. His thoughts began to return to times of sensual wonder he had spent with his wife. Kiko felt and then saw her hands rise before her eyes to gently massage his face with her fingertips. Inside herself she struggled to restrict the movements of her hands, yet from deep within her she knew what to do, had pleased a man many, many times, such that her body could work unaided by her mind. And that was exactly what was happening to her now. Her mind screamed for her to stop caressing the murderer of her family, the killer of her little baby sister, still a virgin when he took her unlived life away from her. It was no use, but she continued to try and force her mind to overrule her body's unconscious and pleasing actions. She pressed lightly but firmly on his temples, smoothed and closed his eyes, the pungent aroma of fresh sweat began to assault her nostrils causing them to flare widely. Her mind yelled at her to stop when she reached between his legs and began to caress his penis. She massaged and soothed, soon bringing it to attention with her expert strokes while her mind begged her body to cease what it was doing, but the only answer her body gave her was to slip her left hand under his buttocks and up between his cheeks. Then, with her right-hand stroking and pulling his erect penis, the little finger of her left hand slipped smoothly into his rectum as she alternatingly stroked and rubbed, pushed and pulled. Kiko could feel her own wetness now as she stroked, hating herself, hating her body. She felt the drive of her own desire penetrate deeply as she rubbed gently and pulled, his firmness rising and falling in tandem with her strokes. Takekazu groaned softly and allowed himself to lie slowly back down, relaxing fully into the tatami matting, trusting completely now in the hypnotic drug, keeping the defeated girl prisoner until he had done with her for the last time. His breathing became imperceptible as he thought of his wife and their couplings in all their sensual detail. He relaxed his lower back and sighed deeply as she leaned over him. He rolled over onto his stomach. She slid her hands down the small of his back and massaged his lower spine, digging her hands into the muscles protecting his kidneys with fingers more powerful than those of most men. Again she found his rectum with the middle finger of her right hand, guiding it into the opening which had widened in its relaxed state. He moaned again, softly, deeply, as his thoughts captured the images of his wife in all her poses and actions on his body. With all of her available mental and physical strength, Kiko refused adamantly to obey the instructions her unconscious mind was giving to her limbs and body, but it seemed a gigantic task. Moving her right hand down between his legs she brought his genitals fully into her grasp, squeezing them lightly, pleased with their smoothness and hating herself for feeling that sensation. She screamed at her mind to obey her commands, yelled within herself, cursed and swore at every action she made on his body and each and every pleasurable sensation she received in return from those actions. She grazed a finger across the tip of his penis, teasingly, with a touch lighter than air. Then, placing both knees on his back, Kiko steadied herself with a hand on each of his shoulders, driving her knees into his muscles with force and power. She wished she was ending his life instead of bringing him the deep relaxation and pleasure she knew was the result of her body against his in its actions. She could hear him grunt, wishing to hear only the death sounds of his spirit departing his body as she drove the air from his lungs with her precise and powerful strokes. Takekazu felt her move off his back, following her touch that rolled him onto his stomach. His eyes were closed and he chose to keep them that way as she began to massage his stomach, his face, expressionless. He felt the restraint in her hands, knowing her thoughts of evil and passion conflicting beneath the actions of her limbs massaging his chest with long, firm strokes, then moving her hands down the sides of his body. Slowly he reached up and squeezed her nipples lightly, caressing her breasts with experienced hands. Her hands glided down the sides of his strong torso, her eyes closing and opening several times. He spread her legs slightly, sliding a hand up into the silkiness of her inner thighs and pressed a thumb into her wetness, smiling as he felt her shudder with a spasm of pleasure. Kiko was losing her sanity to her own body and its pleasurable actions on his flesh. She gasped, tried to hold her breath and suffocate herself, but failed miserably as another wave of pleasure rippled outwards and upwards from her throbbing centre. She was becoming ready and she knew it. Why couldn't he just kill her now and save her the shame he was forcing her to go through at her own hands, she screamed at herself. But nobody heard her pleas. She was being defeated a second time, only this time by her own body and its unconscious physical needs of pleasure and rapture. Kneeling then, Kiko pried his legs apart and massaged his testicles, slowly and gently, gathering her remaining strength to fight the actions of her own limbs. Her hands dipped inside herself quickly and coated him with her own oil, working expertly with her fingers, her eyes widening in expectation as she watched his fullness rise, throbbing upwards and outwards from his body. She hated herself at that moment more than she had ever hated any enemy in her while life, but still she would not give in to the mental net he had thrown about her senses and awareness. He saw her smile as his penis stiffened and lengthened thickly under her sensual touchings, a forced smile. Takekazu suddenly realised that it was a natural smile she was trying to suppress. He was amazed and astonished. She was still fighting the hypnotic drug from within her mind, while her senses and body remained deeply hypnotised. A new admiration for his defeated opponent entered Takekazu's mind, but still she would die for the traitorous woman she was. She kneeled down further to take him into her waiting mouth, curling her soft lips around his hardness. His immenseness stopped her for a moment, but she finally succeeded in forcing its entry through her cut and swollen lips and mouth. She reached down with her left hand and caressed again his testicles tight with desire. He felt them twitch in her firm gentle grasp. Kiko saw and felt him stir with restlessness, feeling now the warm soft embrace of his hand between her own thighs, fought herself with her rapidly fading mental and physical strength and failing miserably. She could feel her own body and mind lurking, waiting to take complete control of her being the instant she g ave in, waiting to unite with his body and mind in a fusion of flesh and spirit. She felt his right-hand flex as he felt her for the depths of her aching junction, sliding his fingers smoothly upwards into they found her hot wetness. Then she gasped unconsciously as he drove his entire hand sharply into her with a single, powerful stroke. Her blood boiled with lust and unknown raw hatred as her body responded. She moaned deeply from the pit of her pleasure core. Her head snapped back instantly, her eyes flying wide open with shock as her hips began to rise away from the fullness and pain and pleasure of his full hand pushing tightly up inside her body. Takekazu felt her withdrawing. He grabbed for her body's central core of pleasure with thumb and forefinger and squeezed viciously, savagely. She yelled softly and tried to stand up, but slipped sideways instead, falling half-sitting onto the matting. His left hand quickly reached across and grabbed her right arm at the shoulder. His left hand took her left hip and swept her up and over onto his waiting erect penis. Eyes wide with anger at her still fighting the drug from inside her mind he positioned her body on top of him, her legs hanging limply either side of his fullness. Then, with a sharp, downward thrust he jammed her body savagely and fully onto his. His penis found its wet hot target with ease and rammed inside her and without any warning he exploded, fully releasing inside of her, feeling his semen rocket into her in gushing pulses that took forever to reach completion. Kiko moaned, feeling her insides being ripped apart. "Itai! Itai!" he heard her cry out loudly. It hurts! It hurts! Kiko was stretched to her body's limit, stretched to her fullest, felt the wrenching pain and pleasure each time he pulled her down sharply on to his penis. His right hand released its grip and came at her in a blur she could not have seen or anticipated, slapping her hard across the face. As her head snapped back he pressed forcefully with his left hand and pushed her off to his right, pulling his body out from underneath. She glared at his eyes, her own blazing in utter futility at being able to do nothing to protect herself. His gaze was ablaze with desire, his face red with passion. Takekazu moved quickly, flipping her over onto her side. He spun her round with both hands and turned her over onto her stomach, pulling her arms behind her back towards her shoulder blades so she couldn't possibly resist. Then, pushing her onto her knees with her head and shoulders against the matting, he positioned her such that her round buttocks arched high into the air. He slid his body into position, and, without caring for the hurt he caused her, he guided his penis with his left hand deeply into the tight tiny starfish between her creamy buttocks, then rammed it fully and to the hilt in with one powerful surge. "Aaaaaaahhh! Itaiiiiiiii! Itaiiiiiiiii!" She whimpered again, half dazed, half-crazed. "Ooohh!" Kiko struggled weakly and in vain. The room seemed to shake with the violence of his thrusts. He disappeared into her, again and again and again, hammering her repeatedly and relentlessly, delaying his final orgasm until the last possible moment, bringing body and mind to that fusion called perfection. Then he erupted violently, his body convulsing and shaking with a hundred spasms of pleasure, raw and heated as his mind burst in an ecstasy of total concentration. Takekazu thrust and he thrust and he lunged, splitting her cruelly, stretching her and impaling her body to the fullest, caring nothing. She was a traitor. She was nothing, and already dead. Kiko felt him explode in her depths. She cried out loudly, both pain and extreme pleasure inextricably linked together as her orgasm was ripped from her loins and buttocks. The incredible heat radiated like an exploding supernova through every part of her mind and body with the violence and brutality of his body's thrusting. Her thighs and buttocks trembled and shook uncontrollably. Her heart hammered against her ribs, her pulse pounded in her temples, causing her mind and senses to swim crazily. Then suddenly, as her rapturous pleasure and pain peaked at its fury she screamed her hatred and pleasure to the world that did not listen and did not care. Her spine arched and her breasts flamed through her stinging nipples as her hips and thighs jerked and convulsed uncontrollably. "Motto, motto!" She cried loudly, hating the words she heard herself gasp. More! More! "Suburashii'n da!" Incredible! Takekazu moaned as the she-devil drained him completely of his body's fluids, twisting and heaving, bucking her thighs and buttocks against his loins, milking him like an animal. He was astonished at the completeness of her fusion of sensation and mind. He knew that she realised her death was imminent, yet still she cried out her sensual bliss to the humid air of the room. She suddenly stiffened her whole body, held it for a few seconds, then shrieked loudly and collapsed heavily beneath him onto the tatami matting. Takekazu fell with her and on top of her, panting audibly, hearing her own gasps as she sucked hungrily for air. The power of her lungs lifted his weight on top of her easily. He lay there, rising and falling with each of her rasping breaths, his thoughts turning slightly from that which they had previously been. He was both amazed and astounded at the same time. Then he remembered his fallen comrades. His eyes narrowed as his breathing calmed along with hers. "Zannen da." Too bad. He whispered, as he began to withdraw himself from her hot, sweating body, knowing his task was more important than her inner sensual beauty and talents. Kiko scrunched herself up into a tight ball on the tatami matting, her knees drawn tightly up into her chest, her arms gripping them firmly. She felt like a cornered, beaten animal, pleasured by force and her own unwilling, yet much-wanted acceptance of each and every single thing he did to her and made her feel. She groaned her fate to the silence of the room. Then suddenly she felt his vicelike grip on her wrist, jerking her upright with force to stand shakily on her feet before him. Her gaze remained fixed on the tatami floor. She was ashamed, of herself, and her fate soon to come. Tears misted in her eyes, a thick lump forming quickly in her throat as she fought to keep her samurai courage and control in her final moments upon the earth. Takekazu lashed out, his right-hand coming down quickly, slapping her hard across her already beaten and swollen face. She would have fallen to the floor, but he held her tightly by the wrist. She whimpered like a beaten dog, her eyes black pools of fear and defeated will. Still holding her wrist, he threw her bodily, whipping her around and down onto the matting. Then he kneeled and straddled her, pinning her wrists to the flooring with his knees. Takekazu grasped her narrow throat with the iron fingers of his right hand, thumb against Adam's apple, middle finger pressed against the thick, pulsating vein in the side of her neck. He squeezed, watching her terrified eyes, but seeing the fear strangely fade from them as she locked his gaze with her own in her dying moment as she gasped, her eyes bulging grotesquely. Kiko gasped and breathed in, knowing she would soon never breathe out. Her body convulsed in several upward jerks. Her lungs began to seize and her heart thumped wildly inside her chest. Her life flashed before her eyes, seeing all the wrongs she had committed, the hurt she had caused, all the while holding his cruel gaze locked into her own. She thought of the children she would never bear; never know the pain of childbirth that her mother had told her and her sister about. She would never know the real heart's love of a man for her. Her mind began to drift as it died, wondering if this man who was killing her now could have ever loved her, were they not enemies. Kiko's thoughts then strangely calmed. Her mind cleared and her heart cried sadly for all that she would never know, never feel, and she had yet to fall in love. "Shigata .. ga .. nai." She tried to whisper. Bad luck, nobody's fault, time to move on. That was the meaning of the words she had mouthed softly to him, although no sound had emerged from her bruised and swollen lips. Yet she knew he had understood her intent, had seen the cloud briefly come and go from his cold eyes, showing her a fleeting glimpse of something strange. Then suddenly she breathed in deeply as his fingers released their death- grip on her throbbing throat and neck. He reached around her quickly, sweeping her upwards and off the tatami matting and held her limp body against his chest. Her world spun crazily, maddeningly. She was dying now and she accepted everything that was, or would ever be. The stars in her mind twinkled and shone brightly, then instantly, she was gone, swallowed up by the black, turbulent sea, disappearing into the foam that spun and churned inside her mind as it spun wildly until she finally sighed, and breathed slowly out as her mind shut down. The pain was no more. There was only ... nothing... black ... empty ... nothing. Takekazu laid down the lifeless form gently upon the tatami matting, then stood and walked to a corner of the room and squatted. He gazed at the naked form of his worthy adversary and opponent, admiring her in spite of the hurt and heart's anguish she had caused him with her betrayal and her personal combat with him. Her long black hair flowed out across the matting, black and thick. Her face lay facing him, bloodied and bruised, swollen and disfigured, yet saw the natural beauty that was once her. It reflected the shining brightness of the stars as his own wife's had done, many years ago when they had first met. Then, checking his waist pouch and the long knife strapped to his leg he slowly stood, knowing exhaustion was overcoming him quickly. He had stayed too long in this task and felt as if a powerful drug was trying to take him down quickly to sleep. It was time to leave and return to his wife and child who were waiting for him. They would not know he was still alive and was about to return to their loving warm embrace once again as the sun rose over Japan, heralding a brand-new day. He turned to leave, then stopped and turned back to gaze at her lifeless naked body one final time, knowing her facial cuts and broken nose would heal in the fullness of time, as would the hurt from the loss of her family, and her beauty would one day return. * * * * Takekazu had spared her life, yet he did not know why. When she had said those words to him, 'Shigata ga nai', he knew he had not fought with a woman, a mere girl; he had fought with a samurai, who was equally as brave and courageous and skilful as he was; and who had loved him fiercely with her body, and then finally her mind in its complete fusion, even though she knew she was about to die at his hands. Yes, he thought, as he walked back to her sleeping form and gently placed the thick blanket over her cooling body from her toes to her neck. She would heal. And one day, maybe, they would meet again. Maybe next time, he smiled softly at the memories of their loving, it would be under different circumstances. Then he turned and left her to her waiting fate, whatever it might be, while he walked quickly from the room and onwards towards his own. * * * * * The End of Hypno-Samurai" * * * * * (If you have enjoyed this story please email me and let me know. If you have not, well, email me your criticisms, and have a nice day anyway. *Smile* Thank you for reading. - Mesmer.) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----