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Meiko (slave) Chapter 9
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From: [email protected] (Donald Conover)
[1] Meiko--Uguisudani-cho
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Date: Mon Dec 27 02:06:42 EST 1993
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Keywords: ff heavy dom series
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Archive-name: meiko-9
Copyright 1993 Donald L. Conover
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MEIKO contains the erotic adventures of the first woman Prime
Minister of Japan. If you are underage or would be offended by
such material, please discontinue reading now.
Uguisudani-Cho
Multicolored neon was Meiko's first impression of
Uguisudani-cho. The streets were quiet except for the click clack
of Meiko's geta on the macadam surface. It seemed like early
morning rather than dusk, as the city of night began its day.
After leaving the station they walked too quickly past a gathering
of open front shops, with fruits, vegetables and magazines set out
on crates on the sidewalk. Meiko was surprised to see that many of
the magazines had lewd pictures of women on their covers. The
proprietor examined their faces carefully, then looked away. It
was only later that Meiko learned that such material was
contraband.
The black garbed escort turned right down a grubby single lane
street. A motorcycle swerved around them from behind. The rider
wore a white chef's outfit with a jaunty bandanna. Several plates
of food swayed on a platform suspended on the rear to absorb the
leaning turns of the tiny vehicle. The aroma of freshly cooked
rice reminded Meiko that she had not eaten a proper meal all day.
Just as Meiko's face was contorting from the weight of her
furushiki the man cut to the right and ducked under a red noren,
shouting something as he entered. For a fleeting second Meiko was
alone in the street. The thought of running away crossed her mind,
but by now the street was dark and gloomy, with a few forbiddingly
dark figures. The entrance, on the other hand, was bathed in warm
yellow light. She stepped into a large genkan with many shoe
racks.
Immediately Meiko sensed she had entered a fine country inn.
A cascade of water fell into a small pond to her left. It was
filled with small carp and a lily pad. The gentle flow of the
water made her forget Tokyo and the twentieth century. This place
was in a style unchanged for five hundred years.
A pink figure appeared in the inner doorway. Her kimono had
the long sleeves of a maiden. "Irashaimase!" She spoke in a
welcoming tone. "Please follow me."
Meiko stepped out of her geta, into some slippers that were
placed before her, and padded down a passageway behind the girl.
It was the next day before she realized that the man in black
disappeared from her life at that moment.
The girl opened a sliding glass door and indicated the ofuro.
"Please take a bath here and then have a rest. You may sleep in
this next room tonight. We are very busy tonight. Our Mistress
will see you in the morning." She urged Meiko to enter the
two-tatami room, and then padded off down the hall. There was just
enough space in the room for a single futon, which already carpeted
the floor. There was no entry to the garden here; just a tiny
window permitting the intrusion of street noise and the smell of
baking sweet potatoes as the vendor pushed his cart past the house.
Meiko was stunned by her sudden solitude. Her mind was
reeling from the stimulation of the last day. She placed the
furushiki in the corner and slowly unwrapped her mother's kimono.
The doll was removed from the sleeve reverently and placed on a
light stand by the wall. She folded the kimono neatly and placed
it in a cabinet in the wall. There she found a starched and folded
yukata, which she put on for her short trip to the ofuro.
The thought of the soothing hot water made her work quickly.
She padded back the few steps to the ofuro and entered. The
yukata flew to a peg as Meiko took a basin of hot water from the
bath, scrubbed her body quickly and allowed the benwa to drop from
her vagina. Finally she stepped into the luxuriously hot water and
sank to her neck, eyes closed, absorbing the pure sensuous pleasure
of the healing womb. Briefly she thought of her first night in the
Master's home and decided that this would not be so bad. The
tension surged out of her muscles in waves of life giving delight.
After a few moments Meiko simply floated in suspended animation,
every muscle below her neck completely relaxed.
Her mind drifted to Akiko's house, where she saw her friend
still studying at the low table in her family's main room. "I want
to study," Meiko thought. "I want to know enough to ...." She
was nearly asleep.
The rumble of the glass door startled her as another young
woman entered the room. She barely noticed Meiko as she quickly
hung her yukata on the peg, dipped water from the bath, and began
to scrub her vulva. After thoroughly cleansing the dark silken
hair she ladled bath water over her shoulder. Meiko watched the
water trace the contours of her full breasts, flow out to the edge
of her large dusky nipples, and drip in two pencil point cascades
to the pale blue tile on the floor. Meiko was stirred by the
beauty of her sensual form. Only as she stepped into the bath did
she acknowledge Meiko's existence with a nod.
"You're Meiko, aren't you?"
"Yes," Meiko responded tentatively.
"You'll be scrubbing away the clients too, soon enough," she
giggled. "Let's have a look at you."
Meiko rose from the water, displaying her reddened young body
to this worldly woman. She stepped up from the bath and reached
for a towel. The intruder threw her head back in a laugh of
disgust.
"You are useless to help us," she laughed. "How can they send
us such immaturity? After we sell your virginity three or four
times, no man will want you for at least two years."
"Yes they will!" Meiko said with wounded pride.
"Oh, and you have a mouth too! Well never mind little one,
we'll deal with you tomorrow afternoon. Just enjoy your rest until
then." The woman cackled an ominous giggle as Meiko fastened the
sash of her yukata and hurried from the room.
Meiko's hands were shaking from the combination of total
relaxation and insult. Tears were welling in her eyes. She slid
her room door shut, folded her yukata neatly on the floor, and slid
into the pile of inviting linen and quilting of her futon. The
sensation of the cool white sheets was marvelous on her still
cooking skin. She took her doll from the light stand as she
rekindled darkness.
"What am I to do?"
"Go to sleep," replied the doll from a position only a few
inches from her face.
"But she was so impolite! She doesn't know anything about
me," Meiko whimpered to herself.
"Go to sleep. There is nothing to do. Tomorrow is another
day with another adventure. Let tonight be as it is, a time to
rest."
Meiko closed her eyes, and though she expected to be troubled
by the incident in the bath, she was asleep in a moment. Her mind
filled with nothing, no dream, no tension.
The light of dawn arrived in an instant. Outside she heard
the occasional roar of a motorcycle delivering delicacies door by
door. Without moving from her cocoon she heard voices and geta in
rough the windows
and found her cavernous stomach. She was hungry! The sensation
propelled her to rise, don her yukata, and open the door to her
room. There on the floor of the corridor she found a tray of
beautiful fruit, rice, pickles and smoked fish. She looked both
ways down the corridor, saw nothing, and pulled the tray into her
room. Without a further thought she devoured the prize. Only when
every morsel and grain of rice was cleaned from the plates did she
return to her futon in search of her doll. She placed it to one
side as she efficiently folded her bedding and returned it to the
wall cabinet, where she found zabutons for the day.
When the room was ready for the day she kneeled on a zabuton,
picked up the doll and asked, "What will happen to me today?"
"It doesn't matter," responded her sage friend. "Whatever it
may be, it is only a lesson for living your life. Learn it well
and then live on until tomorrow."
Meiko planned very carefully how to appear to the new people
in her life today. She wanted to be very composed, sure of
herself. She wanted her kimono and hair to be perfect, so that
whoever she met would know that she had been properly trained by
her mother. And finally, she wanted to hide the golden rings.
During the morning she focused on this later task, and found that
she could tuck the rings up into her vulva, so that they were
nearly invisible. When she was satisfied with her progress, she
piled her hair on top of her head with combs and pins to give the
most complimentary view of her neck over the scooped rear neckline
of her kimono. Finally, she put on her kimono without bothering
about underwear. She knew that somehow today would involve her
body.
During the morning she studied her surroundings. The room was
very small, with dirty walls. Where once there was a garden she
now had a grimy wall with a tiny translucent window. It opened
inward from the top, and was so high that she could not see out at
all, except for a little patch of grey winter sky. She heard
various tradesmen in the street, hawking their wares. The squeak
of bicycle brakes was constant, as was the rising roar of
motorcycles pressing through their gears. Occasionally there were
women's voices. They were happy and relaxed.
Early in the afternoon Meiko was summoned by an attractive
girl in a blue and white yukata. She followed the figure down a
long corridor, up a flight of stairs, and around a corner. They
stopped in front of a silk door in red brocade. As Meiko stood in
front of the door, the guide opened it ceremoniously, bowing to
Meiko.
Meiko stepped out of her slippers and into a grand tatami
room. Immediately she knew that her mother's kimono was too much.
Three young women knelt on zabutons to her right wearing starched
yukatas. They giggled and poked one another as she came into the
room. Suddenly an icy wave broke over the room from the eyes of a
wrinkled woman kneeling on a zabuton directly in front of Meiko.
Her face had the Shinagawa River etched across its pallid plain.
Her hair was painted black. The three younger women were
immediately silent and stiff. Meiko recognized one from the bath
the night before. Behind the three was a large wall of sliding
glass doors leading onto a tiled porch, with a carpet of roofs
punctured by telephone poles and antennas beyond. The sky was
grey.
"Oh, Meiko-chan, it's so nice to have you with us," the woman
spoke like train wheels screeching along rusty tracks. "Come in,
come in. Come closer. I am Ogawa." Meiko took seven steps into
the room and bowed very deeply from the hips. When she
straightened up she noticed the delicate plum vase on the shelf of
the tokonoma behind her.
"Why do you have such a strange name, Meiko-chan?" The crone
asked with mock seriousness. "The characters for your name are
'beautiful child'. Do you think you are beautiful?"
"No, Mistress," Meiko responded meekly. The three young women
giggled.
"You should say your name Yoshiko. I don't know anyone named
Meiko; Yoshiko either for that matter. How can you get Meiko from
Yoshiko? Why don't you say your name properly?" Ogawa asked the
question as an accusation, as if Meiko were a poor schoolgirl who
had failed today's lesson.
Meiko's chin trembled a little. Her face clouded over as the
skies in winter. Her eyes turned to hardened steel as she visited
the day she fed Akiko mud from a messy puddle for her taunts.
All of her life she had defended her name. The muscles in her jaw
tightened.
"How dare you show anger to me?" Ogawa was furious. "Speak
up, Child! Did you hear my question?"
"Yes," came the meek reply. Meiko looked at the floor. There
was a rustle of discomfort from the three anonymous women.
"Then answer my question immediately!" Ogawa's command was
cruel.
"It came from my father," Meiko said simply.
"Where did your father get such a foolish name."
"He was a soldier in the war. While he was fighting in China
he met a beautiful Chinese girl named Mei-lin. Her name means
beautiful forest in their language. She charmed him with her
purity, but he knew her only one day before his comrades raped and
killed her. He used the Chinese pronunciation of beautiful in
honor of her memory. He thought his daughter could be one of a
kind, so he gave me a name no one else has. That is why I am
called Meiko."
Ogawa grudgingly accepted the explanation, but resumed her
display of dominance over Meiko's condition. "Come right here to
me, Meiko-chan." Meiko floated the rest of the way across the
room. "It was very foolish of you to wear a kimono with a big
obi," the trio behind her tittered as the woman scolded the girl.
She pulled at the ties of the brocaded sash. "You know why you are
here, don't you?"
"Yes," Meiko responded innocently, not understanding at all.
"You are going to use your body to earn your dowry, aren't
you?"
"Yes." Meiko was not really sure what a dowry was, let alone
whether she wanted to earn one.
"Well certainly we must examine your body then, don't we?"
"Yes," came the monotonous reply as the stiff belt was
released and dropped to the floor. Meiko studied the patterns on
the vase on the shelf behind Ogawa.
Ogawa opened the kimono just slightly and ran the back of her
hand down Meiko's front, from between the soft cones of her
sprouting breasts to the silken hair between her legs. The titter
from Meiko's right rear brought a second icy stare and silence.
The old woman raised herself to hook her hands beneath the
shoulders of the kimono guiding it over Meiko's shoulders. The
garment fell to the floor with a thud.
"What's this?" The old woman gathered one side of the fallen
silk and felt a large hard object. She gave Meiko a sly smile.
"Are you hiding something from me?"
"No Mistress!" Meiko said, as fear journeyed across her face.
"Oh what a fine offering," Ogawa clamored sarcastically as
she unwrapped the sleeve and found Toshiko's gift. "How did you
know?" She rose from her zabuton with Meiko's reassuring friend
and took a few steps to Meiko's left. As she did Meiko glanced to
her right and saw anguished looks on the faces of the three young
women. She looked back to Ogawa quickly as she used a small key
to open a finely made glass case and placed the doll on a shelf
with a clunk. Many other dolls of different styles and shapes
were displayed there.
"Don't look around!" Ogawa said harshly. "These dolls are no
business of yours." A chill ran down Meiko's back as her face
snapped front again. Ogawa glided maliciously back to her zabuton
and knelt down again.
"So, you are not so stupid!" Ogawa said, admiring the teenage
form. "At least you knew enough to wear nothing beneath your
kimono. Now turn around. Let's have a look at you." Meiko
noticed the air being sucked out of the room as Ogawa and the three
young women inhaled. Meiko's pale white skin made a perfect
contrast to the pile of black hair on her head, and the patch
e graced with sensuous curves was
unusual. "Come closer, now, and face away from me," Ogawa
directed matter-of-factly. Meiko turned toward the young women who
still knelt in their places. Their yukatas were matching blue.
"Spread your legs," Ogawa demanded. Meiko thought she
complied. "Wider!" Ogawa's voice sounded like it was sheathed in
crystal. Meiko stretched her legs like the wishbone of a chicken
about to be broken. "Now bend down and put your hands flat on the
floor." Meiko leaned forward and caught herself tipping off her
feet. Her buttocks was spread before her wrinkled Mistress.
Ogawa admired Meiko's plump slices of Vulva peaking through.
She reached out and drifted her fingers down through the hairs.
"Oh, that's very good," she said as Meiko instantly moistened to
her touch, "but what is this?" Her fingers had found the golden
rings just where Meiko had tried to hide them. "This will never
do," she fretted as she twisted each one into the open.
"Tomiko, run to the kitchen and bring me a large pair of
scissors," Ogawa commanded. Meiko strained her head up from her
position enough to see the bottom half of the figure closest to her
bolt for the door. "Now, now, don't worry," Ogawa said with mock
reassurance as she slipped her long fingers up and down over
Meiko's oily clitoris. "Those will never do! We cannot sell you
as a virgin with such devices on your body. No one will believe
it!" A strand of Meiko's hair, wet from perspiration, tickled
Meiko's face. Her knees buckled a little from the torrent of
pleasure that Ogawa was visiting upon her.
The door whispered open quickly and Tomiko hustled to Ogawa's
side, handing her a large pair of kitchen scissors. Meiko had no
time to be afraid. Ogawa applied the jaws of cold steel to Meiko's
exposed loins, surrounded one of the gold rings, and popped off its
top, taking a few silky hairs with it. Meiko only felt the cold
and the movement. Ogawa inserted her fingers between Meiko's labia
and removed the other half, dropping it to the floor. She slid all
of her fingers along Meiko's bottom, causing the knees to buckle
again.
"Keep your knees straight!"
Meiko stiffened instantly, wanting more than anything for the
wretched rings to be gone. Ogawa worked quickly with scissors.
Meiko thought for a moment that they were stored in the freezer
especially for this occasion. Six decades later, she still felt
the sensation and tightened her vagina when she saw a large pair of
shears. In less than a minute the operation was finished.
"Ah! Behold the virgin," Ogawa chuckled with delight. A
twitter came up from across the room. Ogawa spread her hand and
continued to work it through Meiko's channel, enjoying the audible
breaths and silent workings of the girl's buttocks muscles.
Gradually she tested the entrance of Meiko's vagina. Meiko gasped
involuntarily, but leaned into the intrusion.
"Oh, how wonderful!" The exclamation from Ogawa was both
surprise and delight. "You have a benwa!" Her forefinger crooked
behind one of the balls, popped it out and laid it in the gooey
pile of golden rings. She fished deeper for the second and
extracted it easily. "You have learned very well from the Master,
Meiko, now show me the results of your training." Ogawa pressed
two fingers into Meiko's vagina. Meiko squeezed the muscles and
the old woman's eyes closed, absorbing the sacred sensation of new
life demanded. She removed her hand.
"Now I have something special for you," Ogawa said. "I always
have my new girls first. You may stand up now."
Meiko stood stiffly, retrieving her legs from their akimbo
position, not understanding Ogawa's intention.
"Go to the futon on the other side of the room and kneel," she
said, indicating the linen covered pad on the floor, which Meiko
had not yet noticed. Meiko complied, noticing her slippery
juices between her legs as she walked across the room.
She heard the three younger women scurrying toward Ogawa and
opened her eyes as a remarkable scene unfolded. One lifted the
green cover of a large box and removed from it a long black object
in the shape of a horseshoe. It was cylindrical. She took a deep
breath and squeezed the muscles of her vagina as she realized that
both ends were shaped like a man's penis.
The women busily removed Ogawa's yukata, then one rubbed her
hand through a jar of white substance and applied it between the
older woman's legs. Ogawa knelt on the floor and put her hands on
the tatami. Two of the women stationed themselves to either side
and stimulated their Mistress with their hands, tickling her
nipples and tender thigh flesh, while the third thoroughly covered
the dark instrument with the white ointment.
Meiko's breathing became deeper as she watched the older
woman's sexuality revive. From this vantage point her body seemed
strong, with rippling muscles, responding to the various touches of
her apprentices. Knowing she was connected with this scene and the
masculine instrument, her head filled with honey.
One of the bulbous ends of the instrument was pressed into
Ogawa, eliciting a groan and a sway to the rear. Ogawa's push
deeply lodged her end of the tool into her vagina. Now only one
end protruded between her legs, curving upward toward her navel.
One of the girls fastened a belt around Ogawa's waist with the
buckle resting on the small of her back. She fastened two leather
strips attached to the middle of the instrument to a metal loop in
the belt. She pulled the ends tightly, and tied them off, firmly
lodging one male end into Ogawa's vagina.
Ogawa rocked back on her heels, revealing a large black male
erection tickling at her belly. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the
sensations still generated within her. One young woman continued
to roll her nipples in her hands as another used the palm of her
hand to rub back and forth across Ogawa's pubic patch and tickle
the enraged clitoris that peaked out from its hiding place above
the entry point of the instrument.
The wrinkled face looked toward Meiko full of desire. With
aid at each elbow, she rose and came close to the initiate.
Meiko's heart pounded as the artificial manhood, its black veins
now plainly visible, stopped just before her eyes. She realized
that the shape was like the Master, but her stomach felt cavernous
because the size was double his. A shiver passed up her spine.
"Close your eyes and kiss it," Ogawa commanded.
Meiko leaned forward, pressing the mushroom head into the
Mistress's white skin. The old woman gasped, as her end rubbed
inside against her cervix. Meiko kissed the head left and right,
tilting the shaft to one side and then the other. Ogawa's knees
buckled a little. She took the piled hair in her hands and pulled
the pressure away.
"Turn around and spread your legs slightly," she demanded, as
Meiko hurried to obey. "Now place your elbows and forehead on the
sheet, with your bottom as high as you can get it."
Meiko's forehead sank in the soft futon as she recognized the
magic of her vulnerability from behind. Her vulva and anus fully
exposed for all to see. Her heart pounded its excitement as
another flood of warm femininity oozed down her legs. With her
eyes closed she could see the light sparkle on the curly patch of
silk. Ogawa's hand reached through her legs and rubbed her vulva
from beneath, the thumb pressing into the slit, crushing the wet
oyster of hot flesh it found their. She tested the opening of
Meiko's vagina with her forefinger, causing the girl to arch her
back and force her surging sex into the pressure.
Two of the young women kissed, nipped and sucked Ogawa's
nipples from either side, as she continued to examine Meiko in
braille. One used her free hand to gather lubricant and insert her
forefinger into the older woman's anus. The other gripped the hard
black rubber and pressed the base of the shaft back against Ogawa's
clitoris, rubbing from side to side. The third young women knelt
next to Meiko's shoulder. She was cupping the youthful breasts in
her hands, scissoring the growing nipples between her fingers.
Ogawa's hands gripped Meiko's tightened buttocks, gratifying
themselves with the random flexings of the sheets of muscle.
The free ebony head of the instrument was guided down to
Meiko's slit as Ogawa leaned forward, her arms reaching past the
child's waist to the futon. The guide moved the curved end up and
down and then lodged it at the entrance of Meiko's vagina. Hoping
to open herself as fully as possible to the inevitable intrusion,
Meiko arched her back further and let her knees slip farther apart.
Just as she did so a hand touched Ogawa's upper thigh with a secret
signal and the seasoned hips rotated forward, pressing the
advantage home.
"Ooohhhhh!" Meiko cried out in surprise at the fist of rubber
suddenly within her pelvis. The sting of tearing flesh brought
bright color to her face and beads of sweat to her forehead.
Ogawa was immobile for a long moment, feeling Meiko squirm,
savoring the pleasures her end of the instrument brought to her own
cavity. Meiko's surprise subsided slowly.
"Oh, ohhh, ohhhhh," she cried out as the weathered hips began
a slow, rhythmic rotation, pressing the firm rubber farther and
farther into Meiko's depths. An oily finger insinuated itself into
the threshold of Meiko's anus, then withdrew. Again. Then
repeatedly with the rhythm of Ogawa's rotation. Meiko's pelvis
felt full, but wild. It too rotated with the driving motion.
Meiko could feel Ogawa's soft pelvic warmth tapping her buttocks.
Her breasts slipped over the girl's white back.
Meiko's breath became deeper and heavier. Errant strands of
sweat soaked hair tickled her face. With her eyes closed she tried
to catalogue all the sensations and emotions, but they carried her
beyond her consciousness, into an animal kingdom of move and
respond. The curved tip of black rubber pressed into Meiko's
deepest boundaries, igniting further gyrations of her youthful
hips. She lost control, reciprocating her pleasure directly into
Ogawa's end of the implement. Her belly tightened with the rhythm.
Her voice took a windstorm of arid air from deep in her pelvis and
cried out in bestial ecstasy. Ogawa responded with her own climax.
She threw her arms around Meiko and grasped her breasts, found
the firm little nipples and squeezed them hard. The rotations of
her pelvis stopped, and the two women drifted on an undulating sea
of psychic union. For a few moments, Ogawa was an extension of
Meiko's soul. As inactivity cooled the flesh, though, reality
broke over Meiko's head like a tidal wave. She was torn. Sore.
One of the young women loosened the belt from Ogawa, who was
still mounted over Meiko, and extracted the ends from both women at
once. The withdrawing ridge of hard rubber on the instrument's
head raked through every furrow of Meiko's vagina, causing the arch
of her back to press downward again, and her pelvis to chase after
the last few millimeters of rapture. The spell was abruptly
broken by the breaking crystal of Ogawa's high pitched laugh.
"I knew it! I knew that little man had failed to fully take
your flower," she crowed triumphantly, as the others giggled. She
was looking at the blood running down Meiko's thigh, and the
bright stain on the sheet. "Now I have made certain that you can
handle any man who comes along. Tomiko, bring a warm sponge and
clean her up."
Tomiko hurriedly left the room. Without an order to do
otherwise, Meiko remained in her fully exposed position. One of
the other two girls rubbed her back gently, occasionally allowing
her fingers to drift through the bleeding crevasse. The soothing
friction allowed Meiko to relax, her mind drifting in a languid
purgatory between joy and sorrow. She was awakened to the warm wet
feeling of Tomiko's sponge, as it dabbed the drying blood from her
thighs.
"You may go to the bath now," Ogawa said evenly. Meiko rose
to see her kneeling on her zabuton again, her yukata draped around
her shoulders. She needed no second invitation. She rose stiffly,
turned to the older woman and bowed, scurried to her pile of
clothes on the floor and scooped them up awkwardly. She bowed her
way out of the room, not bothering to drape the kimono over her
shoulders.
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