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The story seems to be jumping around a bit here. Not sure how we got from Meguri's eel torture straight to Hashimoto-san preparing Sakura (who we haven't actually met yet, if my memory is any good) for execution. I suspect there's some other "flashbacks" coming. I wonder if this is part of a cultural difference in storytelling style. It's all very interesting, in any case.
Yes, I suspect there is...
Part Two: 23rd October, Early Morning 3:30am
Sakura raised her head; her weak brain was still groggy, and she was awakened by a loud footstep.
Then the door opened, and she knew that there would be no more waiting, and suddenly she wished that time would drag more slowly. The hapless girl could sense that whatever was planned would move quickly from now on, leaving little time for thought or hope. Straining to see outside, her eyes shifted anxiously to the sound of keys jangling.
Two of the guards who had raped her the night before assumed positions outside the small cell. One silent whilst the other, who she knew was Takahashi, the chief executioner, leaned in, and spoke:
“It’s time.”
Now Sakura was fully awake, but her nightmare had gone on for too long to allow her to wake from it.
Despite the futility of her actions, Sakura covered her face with her black hair; she wasn’t even looking at the guards.
Last night, as Takahashi was leaving, he’d untied the black cloth that bound her feet. That had at least allowed her to bury her face between her raised knees.
‘Would it be her two sisters that they take first,’ Sakura had wondered, ‘or would it be the three of them at once?’ Now she had her answer…
The skin of her thighs rubbed nervously together, the warm, trembling flesh of her buttocks had been bitten by the sharpness of triangular wooden protrusions on the wooden chair, and then the thick wooden door screeched fully open.
She eyed the silhouettes of the approaching guards ... and with dismay sensed how hard and erect her nipples had become.
The guards seized Sakura ’s arms, unshackled her wrists, and wrenched her outside.
The guards had not spoken and she too had remained sullen and silent, but inside, her stomach was reeling. Was this the end? Was she about to meet Rin and Haru? The thought comforted her just a little.
Sakura, the youngest of the three sisters, was the first to be taken to the hut by the main entrance of the prison. A cell block reserved for convicts awaiting execution.
There she was served her last meal, but after taking one bite, she was unable to eat any more.
Four soldiers surrounded her.
“Have you had enough to eat? Want to get some more?” Takahashi spoke to Sakura in a very intimate tone.
“I'm full. Mr. Takahashi, thank you very much. ”
“If you want to relax, I got this for you. Please don't be embarrassed, none of us have any choice about being here – it’s the law.”
Hashimoto held out a small round wooden tub in front of Sakura. The foul stench of stool and urine rose from the small round wooden tub.
The girl turned her head in shame. She was silent.
“Are you worried we're gonna laugh at you? We wouldn't do something stupid like that. However, you'll definitely be showing the dirty things in your bowels to the audience on the street. This is Lady Kaede's order, don't be shy.”
Her cheeks grew hot beneath the gaze of so many eyes.
Sakura blushed and said, “Please, Takahashi-san. I know you're kind, but there's no way I can be here. ”
“I got it. Then, ask her to come in.” Takahashi addressed a soldier.
A few minutes later the same old woman of last night entered the hut, followed by a group great soldiers who were carrying a baths consisted of a big wooden tub filled with hot water.
The wooden tub bath is large enough for two people.
The old woman's movements were still very sharp. She immediately took off Sakura 's sweat-soaked prison garment and stripped her naked.
A sudden rush of shame that came over the girl. “Oh, no, don't do that.”
Sakura instinctively hugged her breasts to cover them, her other hand to hide her swollen folds of her pussy, and pointlessly turned her back towards them as if it would protect her petite body from the eyes of the soldiers. A thrill of terror rippled through her vagina, and a tingling, though she derived no pleasure from it.
“How dare you talk to me, You filthy little bitch! Come on, I'm going to clean your dirty body, stand up straight.”
But there are a lot of men watching me. ” Sakura protested loudly.
“That's why I've got a big wooden tub for you. Once you're inside that no one can see you.”
Sakura stared at the big wooden tub with frightened eyes, which emitted smoke and steaming hot-water. The tub was very high, and she saw three wooden steps.
“It's hot! It'll cook me! I would never go in there by myself!”
“Right, it's hot enough to scald you to death. But don't be afraid, I won't let you die here on your big day. You just stand still, and I'll make it a nice bath temperature for you. I'll wash you with a cloth. If you resist me, I'll scald you with blisters everywhere! ”
Takahashi and the other men were all smiling as they stared at her expression, Sakura felt scared and had to stand, she closed her eyes tightly and humiliatingly endured the men's lewd gaze travelling all over her body, her breathing became rapid, the strain on her caused droplets of sweat to oozed from her back.
The old woman painstakingly cleaned Sakura 's body with a wet cloth.
Then she helped Sakura put on her grey prison suit that had holes cut out of it by scissors everywhere.
Then a soldier came up behind the girl with a bundle of thick red cotton rope.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
“Aaah, I understand. ”
Sakura slowly put her hands behind her back.
The soldier tied her hands behind her back, and then tied the ropes above and below her breasts.
The old woman came back behind Sakura again, and tied her dishevelled hair into a bundle with a rope and tied it with a thin red cord so that it would not interfere with the execution.
“Miss Sakura, when we reach the market, you must strip naked. Then display the dirty things in your stomach there.” Hashimoto whispered in Sakura's ear.
“Shame on you! I thought you were my friend!”
“Shame? For criminals convicted of a capital offence, it's the law to execute them naked, so you’ll just have to put up with it!”
“Oh! Shit! Are you a demon? Stop that sick joke! You're the most shameless man I've ever met! You bastard! Oooh! Satisfy my last wish. Don't make me strip naked! It's so humiliating! And also ...... you kill me right here! Please let me die!”
Hashimoto didn't respond to Sakura's last wish, but said to the errand boy beside him.
“Well, now it's our turn to do Miss Rin's make-up. Bring her here. We'll be leaving soon. You guys take Sakura and wait outside the prison!”
By now, Sakura was shaking all over. Her face paled at the thought of what was about to happen.
She then dropped to her haunches and shook her head violently from side to side.
“Oh, Shit! please help me, oh, please, oh, forgive me... Please let me die! ”
“Miss Sakura, you’re too late! You're dying already, what else would you be afraid of? Show me your courage!”
“Although ...... but ...... I am a woman! What's wrong with you? Do you expect a woman to disguise herself as a samurai who isn't afraid of death? My father was a dishonest merchant, and the entire population of this city hates us! You executioner! Don't you know that exposing a woman at her ugliest is the worst kind of torture?”
“You can say what you like, it's too late now! I'm just telling you all I know. And, as you know. The execution of a prisoner by crucifixion is not so simple as the mere taking of life, but is a show to be displayed for all to see! What have you got to complain about? Prepare yourself mentally, go to the cross naked, and wait quietly for death!”
As the two soldiers dragged Sakura out, she clenched her teeth in an effort not to let out a cry and finally said to Takahashi: "You bastard! I don't want to die!"
Sakura raised her head; her weak brain was still groggy, and she was awakened by a loud footstep.
Then the door opened, and she knew that there would be no more waiting, and suddenly she wished that time would drag more slowly. The hapless girl could sense that whatever was planned would move quickly from now on, leaving little time for thought or hope. Straining to see outside, her eyes shifted anxiously to the sound of keys jangling.
Two of the guards who had raped her the night before assumed positions outside the small cell. One silent whilst the other, who she knew was Takahashi, the chief executioner, leaned in, and spoke:
“It’s time.”
Now Sakura was fully awake, but her nightmare had gone on for too long to allow her to wake from it.
Despite the futility of her actions, Sakura covered her face with her black hair; she wasn’t even looking at the guards.
Last night, as Takahashi was leaving, he’d untied the black cloth that bound her feet. That had at least allowed her to bury her face between her raised knees.
‘Would it be her two sisters that they take first,’ Sakura had wondered, ‘or would it be the three of them at once?’ Now she had her answer…
The skin of her thighs rubbed nervously together, the warm, trembling flesh of her buttocks had been bitten by the sharpness of triangular wooden protrusions on the wooden chair, and then the thick wooden door screeched fully open.
She eyed the silhouettes of the approaching guards ... and with dismay sensed how hard and erect her nipples had become.
The guards seized Sakura ’s arms, unshackled her wrists, and wrenched her outside.
The guards had not spoken and she too had remained sullen and silent, but inside, her stomach was reeling. Was this the end? Was she about to meet Rin and Haru? The thought comforted her just a little.
Sakura, the youngest of the three sisters, was the first to be taken to the hut by the main entrance of the prison. A cell block reserved for convicts awaiting execution.
There she was served her last meal, but after taking one bite, she was unable to eat any more.
Four soldiers surrounded her.
“Have you had enough to eat? Want to get some more?” Takahashi spoke to Sakura in a very intimate tone.
“I'm full. Mr. Takahashi, thank you very much. ”
“If you want to relax, I got this for you. Please don't be embarrassed, none of us have any choice about being here – it’s the law.”
Hashimoto held out a small round wooden tub in front of Sakura. The foul stench of stool and urine rose from the small round wooden tub.
The girl turned her head in shame. She was silent.
“Are you worried we're gonna laugh at you? We wouldn't do something stupid like that. However, you'll definitely be showing the dirty things in your bowels to the audience on the street. This is Lady Kaede's order, don't be shy.”
Her cheeks grew hot beneath the gaze of so many eyes.
Sakura blushed and said, “Please, Takahashi-san. I know you're kind, but there's no way I can be here. ”
“I got it. Then, ask her to come in.” Takahashi addressed a soldier.
A few minutes later the same old woman of last night entered the hut, followed by a group great soldiers who were carrying a baths consisted of a big wooden tub filled with hot water.
The wooden tub bath is large enough for two people.
The old woman's movements were still very sharp. She immediately took off Sakura 's sweat-soaked prison garment and stripped her naked.
A sudden rush of shame that came over the girl. “Oh, no, don't do that.”
Sakura instinctively hugged her breasts to cover them, her other hand to hide her swollen folds of her pussy, and pointlessly turned her back towards them as if it would protect her petite body from the eyes of the soldiers. A thrill of terror rippled through her vagina, and a tingling, though she derived no pleasure from it.
“How dare you talk to me, You filthy little bitch! Come on, I'm going to clean your dirty body, stand up straight.”
But there are a lot of men watching me. ” Sakura protested loudly.
“That's why I've got a big wooden tub for you. Once you're inside that no one can see you.”
Sakura stared at the big wooden tub with frightened eyes, which emitted smoke and steaming hot-water. The tub was very high, and she saw three wooden steps.
“It's hot! It'll cook me! I would never go in there by myself!”
“Right, it's hot enough to scald you to death. But don't be afraid, I won't let you die here on your big day. You just stand still, and I'll make it a nice bath temperature for you. I'll wash you with a cloth. If you resist me, I'll scald you with blisters everywhere! ”
Takahashi and the other men were all smiling as they stared at her expression, Sakura felt scared and had to stand, she closed her eyes tightly and humiliatingly endured the men's lewd gaze travelling all over her body, her breathing became rapid, the strain on her caused droplets of sweat to oozed from her back.
The old woman painstakingly cleaned Sakura 's body with a wet cloth.
Then she helped Sakura put on her grey prison suit that had holes cut out of it by scissors everywhere.
Then a soldier came up behind the girl with a bundle of thick red cotton rope.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
“Aaah, I understand. ”
Sakura slowly put her hands behind her back.
The soldier tied her hands behind her back, and then tied the ropes above and below her breasts.
The old woman came back behind Sakura again, and tied her dishevelled hair into a bundle with a rope and tied it with a thin red cord so that it would not interfere with the execution.
“Miss Sakura, when we reach the market, you must strip naked. Then display the dirty things in your stomach there.” Hashimoto whispered in Sakura's ear.
“Shame on you! I thought you were my friend!”
“Shame? For criminals convicted of a capital offence, it's the law to execute them naked, so you’ll just have to put up with it!”
“Oh! Shit! Are you a demon? Stop that sick joke! You're the most shameless man I've ever met! You bastard! Oooh! Satisfy my last wish. Don't make me strip naked! It's so humiliating! And also ...... you kill me right here! Please let me die!”
Hashimoto didn't respond to Sakura's last wish, but said to the errand boy beside him.
“Well, now it's our turn to do Miss Rin's make-up. Bring her here. We'll be leaving soon. You guys take Sakura and wait outside the prison!”
By now, Sakura was shaking all over. Her face paled at the thought of what was about to happen.
She then dropped to her haunches and shook her head violently from side to side.
“Oh, Shit! please help me, oh, please, oh, forgive me... Please let me die! ”
“Miss Sakura, you’re too late! You're dying already, what else would you be afraid of? Show me your courage!”
“Although ...... but ...... I am a woman! What's wrong with you? Do you expect a woman to disguise herself as a samurai who isn't afraid of death? My father was a dishonest merchant, and the entire population of this city hates us! You executioner! Don't you know that exposing a woman at her ugliest is the worst kind of torture?”
“You can say what you like, it's too late now! I'm just telling you all I know. And, as you know. The execution of a prisoner by crucifixion is not so simple as the mere taking of life, but is a show to be displayed for all to see! What have you got to complain about? Prepare yourself mentally, go to the cross naked, and wait quietly for death!”
As the two soldiers dragged Sakura out, she clenched her teeth in an effort not to let out a cry and finally said to Takahashi: "You bastard! I don't want to die!"
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
From Rome to Kyoto, that's universal knowledge!
So, message to all : don't complain about it!
Part Three – The Market Place
“Rin! Bitch! Come on, let’s have the truth! How's Miss Meguri doing, now? What’s the problem? You're on your way to hell with your two piggy sisters anyway! Of course, you wouldn’t know the truth if it hit you in the face, would you? Well, just make up any lie to comfort me, then! I hope you rot in hell, you whores!”
Rin sensed the distress in his voice, and it was as sharp and painful as the lash of a whip on her flesh. She wanted to cry, but she held back. A group of foul-mouthed louts, eager for an excuse to make an uproar, were standing with Genta, coming out with all kinds of sarcastic innuendo about her and her sisters, branding them licentious, shameless , dirty women.
Her head hung low, but she still saw three clay pots placed prominently in the market on a wooden platform with eighteen steps. She knows perfectly well what they are for. She felt utter humiliation. Her hands tightened into fists, nails digging into her palms.
The crowd were gazing hungrily at her.
“Don't keep your head down, Rin! Let’s all see your face, and how messed up you are right now! Hahahahahaha!"
Takahashi shoved his hand into Rin's underwear and groped her ass, cackling as he did so.
"Look! See how she glares at me! Have I upset you, sweetie? Watch out, men, I think she might bite!" Takahashi enjoyed his role as a comedian. He was certainly getting a laugh.
“Shameless! You motherfucking bastard! Get off me! You are nothing more than animals! Beasts! Your heart is as black as Satan’s! You fucking asshole! Keep your filthy hands off me! ”
To her credit, Rin was fighting till the bitter end, but she knew that even though she fought back weakly, the insults would continue to rain down on them. But even this kind of resistance from a woman was extremely rare in Japan. She knew their position was hopeless, but she was determined to offer these bastards as much defiance as she could muster. Shaking her bound body, she took one step forward, still giving them as much trouble as she could.
She slowly made her way to the wooden platform under the soul piercing and incessant gaze of the watchers.
Rin came to a halt before the first step of the wooden platform. The steps were high and narrow, and with her feet shackled, the chains short, and her body weak, she was unable to ascend the first step.
Takahashi did not help her and left her standing there.
As she stood, she had no choice but to listen to the talk around her.
“That gorgeous girl, Rin, she’s just so charming, Lord Naitou shouldn't be having her killed. She’s a delight, isn't she?
“I know. I’ve seen her out and about. She has a beautiful white pony, and she often goes hunting on horseback – you’d think she was a samurai!” Although this was forbidden by law, everyone knew how close Lord Naitou and Mr. Momotani were, so no one ever stopped her. “She was a fine archer, and I heard she was even proficient with a Katana sword. She's a living legend.”
“She won’t be for much longer. But she really is a sexy woman, and I wouldn’t mind entertaining her in my bed.”
“You're too late. I bet Takahashi and his mates enjoyed all three of them last night.”
“Oh, yes, I'm sure you’re right. Just look a her. Rin must have had such a bloody good seeing to last night that today she can barely walk. ”
“Too true. She’d have given Takahashi and his mates the ride of their lives! She’s a slut. No shame.”
Rin could take no more. She exploded: “You bastard! Bah! You're talking absolute bullshit! You’ll rot in hell for that!”
“Bullshit? Stupid cow. It's only you and your sisters who are going to hell! Go on, up you go! Let's see you perform! ”
Rin was silent. What was the point of wasting her precious breath on these jerks? . Then, with a quick movement, Takahashi cut her rope with a dagger. "Rin, you don’t act like a lady. Are you really so ashamed of being nude in front of these men?”
Rin didn’t answer. But Takahashi wasn’t blind. She might look from head to toe like a of a beautiful woman. But didn’t behave like a Japanese woman should, lacking the gentle meekness of a well brought up young lady. But Momotani had no sons, just the three daughters. So Momotani raised her like a son, and so she behaved like one. But men do not come out with brave words that they can’t follow up on. In the final analysis, she did not have a man’s physique or biology and women's biology is inherently different.”
“You should be able to undress yourself here. Let’s see your tits and the cunt we enjoyed yesterday. We’ll be the judge of whether you are a man or a woman. ”
“Go to hell, you disgusting devil!” protested Rin as, wide-eyed, she glared venomously at Takahashi.
Two soldiers tried to strip Rin, not that her tattered clothes covered much.
Rin took a few steps back.
“What are you doing? I’m not stripping here!”
“Ah! You are such a trouble-making bitch! You must strip, or you'll foul yourself. Stupid cow!” The soldier tried to compensate for his utter failure to achieve a simple task.
“I’m not taking orders from you! Why should I? ”
“Sir, we can't get through to this little bitch. We might as well speak to her in Chinese. You do it! “
Takahashi rapped out an order. Seven soldiers immediately surrounded Rin.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Do you want to admire my body so much? You saw enough of it yesterday! I’ll do it if I must, just get your filthy hands off!”
Rin slipped out of her tattered prison uniform.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it? It’ll go easier for you if you’ll just do as you are told! And you’ll need our help to get up there!" "Takahashi was condescending
Rin's prison uniform slipped to her feet. She was completely nude. Those close enough could see that the black thicket in her private area was camouflaged by a black snake tattoo. It looked repulsive and disgusting. Its eyes were closed. Those further away thought that the black snake was her bush. But she also had a tattoo of peony and phoenix on her back. They formed beautiful patterns on her snow-white skin, which delighted the audience.
“Rin's skin is so beautiful! It is a pity to kill her.” Takahashi muttered in a low voice. And he wasn’t alone in his thoughts.
Rin 's face contorted in frustration and her body trembled in fear. The only thing she could do was to cover her breasts and private parts with her free hands.
“Rin! Bitch! Come on, let’s have the truth! How's Miss Meguri doing, now? What’s the problem? You're on your way to hell with your two piggy sisters anyway! Of course, you wouldn’t know the truth if it hit you in the face, would you? Well, just make up any lie to comfort me, then! I hope you rot in hell, you whores!”
Rin sensed the distress in his voice, and it was as sharp and painful as the lash of a whip on her flesh. She wanted to cry, but she held back. A group of foul-mouthed louts, eager for an excuse to make an uproar, were standing with Genta, coming out with all kinds of sarcastic innuendo about her and her sisters, branding them licentious, shameless , dirty women.
Her head hung low, but she still saw three clay pots placed prominently in the market on a wooden platform with eighteen steps. She knows perfectly well what they are for. She felt utter humiliation. Her hands tightened into fists, nails digging into her palms.
The crowd were gazing hungrily at her.
“Don't keep your head down, Rin! Let’s all see your face, and how messed up you are right now! Hahahahahaha!"
Takahashi shoved his hand into Rin's underwear and groped her ass, cackling as he did so.
"Look! See how she glares at me! Have I upset you, sweetie? Watch out, men, I think she might bite!" Takahashi enjoyed his role as a comedian. He was certainly getting a laugh.
“Shameless! You motherfucking bastard! Get off me! You are nothing more than animals! Beasts! Your heart is as black as Satan’s! You fucking asshole! Keep your filthy hands off me! ”
To her credit, Rin was fighting till the bitter end, but she knew that even though she fought back weakly, the insults would continue to rain down on them. But even this kind of resistance from a woman was extremely rare in Japan. She knew their position was hopeless, but she was determined to offer these bastards as much defiance as she could muster. Shaking her bound body, she took one step forward, still giving them as much trouble as she could.
She slowly made her way to the wooden platform under the soul piercing and incessant gaze of the watchers.
Rin came to a halt before the first step of the wooden platform. The steps were high and narrow, and with her feet shackled, the chains short, and her body weak, she was unable to ascend the first step.
Takahashi did not help her and left her standing there.
As she stood, she had no choice but to listen to the talk around her.
“That gorgeous girl, Rin, she’s just so charming, Lord Naitou shouldn't be having her killed. She’s a delight, isn't she?
“I know. I’ve seen her out and about. She has a beautiful white pony, and she often goes hunting on horseback – you’d think she was a samurai!” Although this was forbidden by law, everyone knew how close Lord Naitou and Mr. Momotani were, so no one ever stopped her. “She was a fine archer, and I heard she was even proficient with a Katana sword. She's a living legend.”
“She won’t be for much longer. But she really is a sexy woman, and I wouldn’t mind entertaining her in my bed.”
“You're too late. I bet Takahashi and his mates enjoyed all three of them last night.”
“Oh, yes, I'm sure you’re right. Just look a her. Rin must have had such a bloody good seeing to last night that today she can barely walk. ”
“Too true. She’d have given Takahashi and his mates the ride of their lives! She’s a slut. No shame.”
Rin could take no more. She exploded: “You bastard! Bah! You're talking absolute bullshit! You’ll rot in hell for that!”
“Bullshit? Stupid cow. It's only you and your sisters who are going to hell! Go on, up you go! Let's see you perform! ”
Rin was silent. What was the point of wasting her precious breath on these jerks? . Then, with a quick movement, Takahashi cut her rope with a dagger. "Rin, you don’t act like a lady. Are you really so ashamed of being nude in front of these men?”
Rin didn’t answer. But Takahashi wasn’t blind. She might look from head to toe like a of a beautiful woman. But didn’t behave like a Japanese woman should, lacking the gentle meekness of a well brought up young lady. But Momotani had no sons, just the three daughters. So Momotani raised her like a son, and so she behaved like one. But men do not come out with brave words that they can’t follow up on. In the final analysis, she did not have a man’s physique or biology and women's biology is inherently different.”
“You should be able to undress yourself here. Let’s see your tits and the cunt we enjoyed yesterday. We’ll be the judge of whether you are a man or a woman. ”
“Go to hell, you disgusting devil!” protested Rin as, wide-eyed, she glared venomously at Takahashi.
Two soldiers tried to strip Rin, not that her tattered clothes covered much.
Rin took a few steps back.
“What are you doing? I’m not stripping here!”
“Ah! You are such a trouble-making bitch! You must strip, or you'll foul yourself. Stupid cow!” The soldier tried to compensate for his utter failure to achieve a simple task.
“I’m not taking orders from you! Why should I? ”
“Sir, we can't get through to this little bitch. We might as well speak to her in Chinese. You do it! “
Takahashi rapped out an order. Seven soldiers immediately surrounded Rin.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Do you want to admire my body so much? You saw enough of it yesterday! I’ll do it if I must, just get your filthy hands off!”
Rin slipped out of her tattered prison uniform.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it? It’ll go easier for you if you’ll just do as you are told! And you’ll need our help to get up there!" "Takahashi was condescending
Rin's prison uniform slipped to her feet. She was completely nude. Those close enough could see that the black thicket in her private area was camouflaged by a black snake tattoo. It looked repulsive and disgusting. Its eyes were closed. Those further away thought that the black snake was her bush. But she also had a tattoo of peony and phoenix on her back. They formed beautiful patterns on her snow-white skin, which delighted the audience.
“Rin's skin is so beautiful! It is a pity to kill her.” Takahashi muttered in a low voice. And he wasn’t alone in his thoughts.
Rin 's face contorted in frustration and her body trembled in fear. The only thing she could do was to cover her breasts and private parts with her free hands.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Rin behaves defiant! Good attitude. But of course, it does not help her!
Chapter 3弎 The Platform
Part One
Rin, still trembling, gazed up those eighteen terrible steps that ascended that mountain of dark, forbidding timber that formed the platform. She and her sisters were to be ritually humiliated on that, but although their final destiny lay on the distant execution ground, where a cross awaited each of them, she realised with a shudder that many people had met with mutilation and death on the platform at the top of those steps. How many had ascended with two hands, to be brought down with one or none? How many had lost their heads up there, or coughed out their last breaths at the end of a rope?
Every nerve in her body and every tortured muscle was telling her that she must not go up those steps. Every pounding beat of her heart and every panting breath was urging her to find some means of escape. Only her mind told her that there was no escape. Takahashi was right there behind her pushing her, and she knew he could physically carry her up if he had to, and that would only increase her humiliation.
One. Somehow she had managed to raise her foot onto the step and, gripping the wooden handrail, she’d got her other foot up beside it. Behind her, she heard Haru sobbing as they stripped her. She dared not look round.
Two. She felt the splinters from the wood in her bare feet and in her hands. Haru was calling for her to help her; she’d always been there for her sisters in any time of need, but today she was powerless. “Be strong, Haru!” she called, “Soon this will all be over!”
Three. By now the volume of the catcalls and jeers was increasing, and she realised that her arse was now providing a fine display to those below. But she could not cover it, she needed her arms as much as her legs to pull herself up that stairway to Hell.
Four. Here she made the mistake of pausing in her struggle up those steps. For that she got Takahashi’s hand on her backside, and he unceremoniously shoved her upwards. And that, in its turn, got an even louder cheer.
Five. Having got here with Takahashi’s assistance, her defiance flared again. “Don’t push me, bastard! I can get up here by myself!” Takahashi ignored her, and shoved again.
Six. This time she did look round. Already, she seemed a terribly long way above the ground. And there was Haru, nude and terrified, and behind her Sakura, who was now being stripped in her turn.
Seven. She turned to the steps again, and she could not yet see the platform at the top, but now she could feel the wooden structure moving slightly as Takahashi began to climb behind her.
Eight. She considered the possibility of kicking him, but a glance behind showed that he was astute enough to keep his head well out of range of her heels.
Nine. Each of the steps was now a terrible struggle, but she was determined to do this by herself.
Ten. She dragged her trailing foot up onto the step, and began to tackle the next one. On the next step, she should be able to see the platform.
Eleven. Yes, there it was, the platform was open before her. A solder stood up there awaiting her.
Twelve. She looked around. There were the clay pots, there the three steps that she and her sisters would have to stand on.
Thirteen. There was a bloodied block, that they used for the beheadings. She felt bile rising in her throat.
Fourteen. There were other terrible things up here, whips, chains, awful things.
Fifteen. But what were those things at the back of the platform?
Sixteen. Oh, no! They were heads! Five of them, on spikes, mounted at the back there. She hadn’t been able to see them from the ground.
Seventeen. Four of them were old, decayed, just skulls with a bit of hair stuck to them. But the fifth head was fresher.
Eighteen. She reached the platform, and screamed. A terrible gut wrenching wail of grief, terror, and fury. The crowd below, fell into shocked silence. Battle hardened Samurai stood agape at the sound, little knowing that that dreadful cry would weave itself into their nightmares for the remainder of their lives.
That fifth head had belonged to Momotani-san.
Her beloved father was dead.
Part One
Rin, still trembling, gazed up those eighteen terrible steps that ascended that mountain of dark, forbidding timber that formed the platform. She and her sisters were to be ritually humiliated on that, but although their final destiny lay on the distant execution ground, where a cross awaited each of them, she realised with a shudder that many people had met with mutilation and death on the platform at the top of those steps. How many had ascended with two hands, to be brought down with one or none? How many had lost their heads up there, or coughed out their last breaths at the end of a rope?
Every nerve in her body and every tortured muscle was telling her that she must not go up those steps. Every pounding beat of her heart and every panting breath was urging her to find some means of escape. Only her mind told her that there was no escape. Takahashi was right there behind her pushing her, and she knew he could physically carry her up if he had to, and that would only increase her humiliation.
One. Somehow she had managed to raise her foot onto the step and, gripping the wooden handrail, she’d got her other foot up beside it. Behind her, she heard Haru sobbing as they stripped her. She dared not look round.
Two. She felt the splinters from the wood in her bare feet and in her hands. Haru was calling for her to help her; she’d always been there for her sisters in any time of need, but today she was powerless. “Be strong, Haru!” she called, “Soon this will all be over!”
Three. By now the volume of the catcalls and jeers was increasing, and she realised that her arse was now providing a fine display to those below. But she could not cover it, she needed her arms as much as her legs to pull herself up that stairway to Hell.
Four. Here she made the mistake of pausing in her struggle up those steps. For that she got Takahashi’s hand on her backside, and he unceremoniously shoved her upwards. And that, in its turn, got an even louder cheer.
Five. Having got here with Takahashi’s assistance, her defiance flared again. “Don’t push me, bastard! I can get up here by myself!” Takahashi ignored her, and shoved again.
Six. This time she did look round. Already, she seemed a terribly long way above the ground. And there was Haru, nude and terrified, and behind her Sakura, who was now being stripped in her turn.
Seven. She turned to the steps again, and she could not yet see the platform at the top, but now she could feel the wooden structure moving slightly as Takahashi began to climb behind her.
Eight. She considered the possibility of kicking him, but a glance behind showed that he was astute enough to keep his head well out of range of her heels.
Nine. Each of the steps was now a terrible struggle, but she was determined to do this by herself.
Ten. She dragged her trailing foot up onto the step, and began to tackle the next one. On the next step, she should be able to see the platform.
Eleven. Yes, there it was, the platform was open before her. A solder stood up there awaiting her.
Twelve. She looked around. There were the clay pots, there the three steps that she and her sisters would have to stand on.
Thirteen. There was a bloodied block, that they used for the beheadings. She felt bile rising in her throat.
Fourteen. There were other terrible things up here, whips, chains, awful things.
Fifteen. But what were those things at the back of the platform?
Sixteen. Oh, no! They were heads! Five of them, on spikes, mounted at the back there. She hadn’t been able to see them from the ground.
Seventeen. Four of them were old, decayed, just skulls with a bit of hair stuck to them. But the fifth head was fresher.
Eighteen. She reached the platform, and screamed. A terrible gut wrenching wail of grief, terror, and fury. The crowd below, fell into shocked silence. Battle hardened Samurai stood agape at the sound, little knowing that that dreadful cry would weave itself into their nightmares for the remainder of their lives.
That fifth head had belonged to Momotani-san.
Her beloved father was dead.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Original description of Rin's ascent, step by step. She is aware what happens behind her, but what will she find on top of the platform?
Japanese girls have fine tight littles too!
My first thought when I read this : "Rin has a Barb-moment! @Barbaria1 would kick, and Takahashi would immediately make her regret it!
Part Two
As her grief-stricken sisters joined her, Rin’s naked body was drenched in sweat, as if drenched by the rain. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving. A swift breeze blew up the back of her legs and over her ass, causing her to shudder and shiver, which in turn incited the watching crowd. They’d got over shock of her scream, now their lust was up even more. Rin’s bare flesh was already sheened with a coating of cold sweat, as she began to shudder once more.
Looking sideways, she saw Takahashi. He attempted to appear sympathetic.
"You know, everybody hated him. He was just too rich." Takahashi deliberately paused for a few moments. "But you're his daughter. He sold you for a good price. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn't be here to be humiliated."
"You are a liar and a cheat! We confessed everything! All of it we did! We confessed to all the fictitious crimes! And why did we do that? Because Inoue, the officer who interrogated us, said the case would never implicate our father! Fucking liar. "
Where she got the strength, she didn’t know, but now she was yelling. “We are innocent. We have done nothing - you know that, Takahashi! Bastard! You thought you had brutally tortured Miss Meguri to a brutal death. You thought that would scare us? That her corpse wouldn't be able to speak! Did the truth disappear like a stone sinking into the sea? You will be punished!”
“Oh, stop your bitching. None of us know the truth. Your father is right here, watching you. Are you going to let him down? Like it or not you have to face the truth.
“You can walk to your position now. Then, I’m a generous man - I'll give you a choice, you can go arse up as you were punished in prison and I'll have the filth in your bowels on display for the audience to see. Or, your other choice, you voluntarily take a wooden cock and pleasure yourself here. You can only choose one! I hope you won't add to our work.
“You know, Rin, even though you're a stupid cow, I don't want to see you as an enemy. Because I've rarely met a woman like you. ”
Rin wanted to spit in his face, but she somehow resisted the urge. Rin had spat bloodied saliva in Inoue's face on several occasions while he was being tortured, but she knew the difference between Takahashi and Inoue.
Takahashi was just a lowly civil servant who did a job. Inoue, on the other hand, was a beast who tortured women for pleasure.
Rin stayed silent, staring silently at the spot Takahashi had pointed her to. She didn't have the courage to voluntarily walk to the place of her humiliation.
Rin took one last lingering look at her father’s disembodied head as Takahashi grabbed her arm and began to propel her towards the middle and highest of the three stands set on top of the platform. Above the stands was a horizontal pole. Rin knew that this was used sometimes for hangings, but she knew that she and her sisters would not be permitted so quick an end.
“Up!” he commanded.
The fight had left Rin, which was entirely the effect that Takahashi had intended by arranging for her to discover her father’s death in the way that she just had. Rin realised that her humiliation was to be comprehensive. Physical humiliation she could counter with her bravado, but Takahashi was in the process of degrading her morale – breaking her spirit in front of a large crowd only there for to be entertained by those three unfortunate sisters.
And now all hope that her father would step in at the last minute to rescue them had shrivelled like the head on a pole behind her.
As her grief-stricken sisters joined her, Rin’s naked body was drenched in sweat, as if drenched by the rain. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving. A swift breeze blew up the back of her legs and over her ass, causing her to shudder and shiver, which in turn incited the watching crowd. They’d got over shock of her scream, now their lust was up even more. Rin’s bare flesh was already sheened with a coating of cold sweat, as she began to shudder once more.
Looking sideways, she saw Takahashi. He attempted to appear sympathetic.
"You know, everybody hated him. He was just too rich." Takahashi deliberately paused for a few moments. "But you're his daughter. He sold you for a good price. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn't be here to be humiliated."
"You are a liar and a cheat! We confessed everything! All of it we did! We confessed to all the fictitious crimes! And why did we do that? Because Inoue, the officer who interrogated us, said the case would never implicate our father! Fucking liar. "
Where she got the strength, she didn’t know, but now she was yelling. “We are innocent. We have done nothing - you know that, Takahashi! Bastard! You thought you had brutally tortured Miss Meguri to a brutal death. You thought that would scare us? That her corpse wouldn't be able to speak! Did the truth disappear like a stone sinking into the sea? You will be punished!”
“Oh, stop your bitching. None of us know the truth. Your father is right here, watching you. Are you going to let him down? Like it or not you have to face the truth.
“You can walk to your position now. Then, I’m a generous man - I'll give you a choice, you can go arse up as you were punished in prison and I'll have the filth in your bowels on display for the audience to see. Or, your other choice, you voluntarily take a wooden cock and pleasure yourself here. You can only choose one! I hope you won't add to our work.
“You know, Rin, even though you're a stupid cow, I don't want to see you as an enemy. Because I've rarely met a woman like you. ”
Rin wanted to spit in his face, but she somehow resisted the urge. Rin had spat bloodied saliva in Inoue's face on several occasions while he was being tortured, but she knew the difference between Takahashi and Inoue.
Takahashi was just a lowly civil servant who did a job. Inoue, on the other hand, was a beast who tortured women for pleasure.
Rin stayed silent, staring silently at the spot Takahashi had pointed her to. She didn't have the courage to voluntarily walk to the place of her humiliation.
Rin took one last lingering look at her father’s disembodied head as Takahashi grabbed her arm and began to propel her towards the middle and highest of the three stands set on top of the platform. Above the stands was a horizontal pole. Rin knew that this was used sometimes for hangings, but she knew that she and her sisters would not be permitted so quick an end.
“Up!” he commanded.
The fight had left Rin, which was entirely the effect that Takahashi had intended by arranging for her to discover her father’s death in the way that she just had. Rin realised that her humiliation was to be comprehensive. Physical humiliation she could counter with her bravado, but Takahashi was in the process of degrading her morale – breaking her spirit in front of a large crowd only there for to be entertained by those three unfortunate sisters.
And now all hope that her father would step in at the last minute to rescue them had shrivelled like the head on a pole behind her.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
These Japanese executioners indeed put a lot of psychological terror in their job!
Part three: Onto the platform
“Up, I said!” With an unceremonious shove on her backside to assist her Rin clambered onto the highest step in full view of hundreds of leering men.
In moments Haru and Sakura were there beside her, though their steps were a few inches lower. Rin was clearly the prize to be displayed.
“Tie them!”
The soldiers leapt to obey Takahashi’s command as avidly as mad dogs released from the leash. Rin’s wrists were bound tightly in front of her, and then the long end of the rope thrown over the pole. They hauled on the rope, pulling her arms up over her head, and then continuing to pull until her toes were barely in contact with the step. Now there was no way she could cover herself, and the crowd loved it. Rin tried to blot out the screams of her sisters as they got the same treatment.
‘What next?’ wondered Rin.
She soon got her answer. She watched in helpless horror as Takahashi strolled up and down the platform in front of them brandishing a savage looking cane.
“One hundred and twenty.” Takahashi spoke the number loudly and clearly, so that even the braying of the mob behind him couldn’t drown it out.
“That’ll save you the trouble of crucifying us. None of us will survive 120 strokes.” Rin tried to sound brave.
“Not each. Between you. When you shout ‘stop’, I shall stop. When Haru shouts ‘stop’ I shall also stop. But Sakura may shout ‘stop’ as much as she likes, but I shall not stop until I reach a total of 120. Understand?”
“You are the son of a bitch, Takahashi-san!” Rin spat the word ‘san’ into his face.
Takahashi did not reply, but just smirked and went round behind her. Rin shut her eyes. She heard the swish of the cane and then her backside exploded in pain. “One!” called a soldier. How she didn’t scream out in her pain, Rin didn’t know. But she did know that she was going to take as many of these 120 strokes as she could. She had not intention of allowing Haru or Sakura to suffer like this.
Swish! The next one landed across her shoulders. “Two!”
Rin entered a world of pain, dangling from that rope as Takahashi worked his way around her. After he had passed ten her tortured nerves began to give up their own struggle, and Rin found it hard to tell where the cane was landing, as her whole body seemed to be on fire.
“Twenty!” called the soldier. ‘Fuck ‘, thought Rin, ‘can I take another hundred of these?’
By the time he reached thirty, Takahashi was struggling to find new places to strike, so he just started again.
Swish…crack! Swish..crack! Rin tried to disengage her brain. She was back on her white horse, galloping across the fields, her father beside her. Then a blow landed across her snake tattoo bringing her back to the world of blood and fire.
“Thirty-nine!”
Crack! Right across her breasts. Again. “Forty!”
Still she made no sound. Crack! Across her thighs. “Forty-one!”
“Stop!”
But it was Haru who had called out, not Rin. Takahashi ignored her, and landed a blow across Rin’s abdomen. “Forty-two!”
“Stop, I said!” yelled Haru. “It’s my turn now!”
But Rin simply shook her head, and so the torture continued. But after stroke fifty-five, it became clear that Rin had passed out. Takahashi, himself glad of the opportunity for a break, nodded to one of the soldiers.
The soldier went to the clay pot in front of Rin, and threw it over her. It was full of her own excrement from the prison cell. Some splashed over Haru, and she gagged at the stench.
“Please, please stop!” cried Haru, coughing. “Please, she’s had more than her share!”
But Rin, with rancid turds in her hair, murmured, “no. Carry on.”
Takahashi glared at her. He had spared no effort in trying to break her. But now he knew that he would have to keep beating her either until she was dead or he reached 120, and he wasn’t sure which would come soonest. But his orders had been to crucify her, not to beat her to death with his cane. Lord Naitou would thrash him to death if he killed her here. But he could not now stop and start beating Haru, because he had stated loudly and clearly in front of hundreds of witnesses that he would not do so until Rin asked him to. But he now knew that she was never going to do that. And a Samurai has his honour. He had no choice. He struck her again.
“Fifty-six!”
But, unbeknown to any but Rin and Takahashi, Rin had won this battle. None observing would have known it, but now Takahashi was pulling back on the cane for fear of his own life. Yes, he was still hurting her, but not now injuring her. It looked as though he was striking her just as ferociously, and Rin was still grunting with each stroke. Haru and Sakura were both bellowing at him to stop.
Crack! “One hundred!” He paused. “Come on, you stupid bitch!” snarled Takahashi. “They can take ten each!”
But it was no good. She hung there, panting for breath. “What’s…. the matter? Getting… tired? You…. owe me…. another twenty.”
Haru and Sakura wailed in protest, but Takashashi, grim-faced, administered those last twenty strokes.
“Get them down! But keep those snivelling girls away from her!”
Rin was still alive, but she collapsed onto the platform, and lay there in a pool of blood and excrement. As the soldiers held Haru and Sakura back, Takahashi met Rin’s eye. She glared defiantly at him, uttering no words, but her message was clear:
“You can hurt me, you can kill me, but you will never break me!”
“Up, I said!” With an unceremonious shove on her backside to assist her Rin clambered onto the highest step in full view of hundreds of leering men.
In moments Haru and Sakura were there beside her, though their steps were a few inches lower. Rin was clearly the prize to be displayed.
“Tie them!”
The soldiers leapt to obey Takahashi’s command as avidly as mad dogs released from the leash. Rin’s wrists were bound tightly in front of her, and then the long end of the rope thrown over the pole. They hauled on the rope, pulling her arms up over her head, and then continuing to pull until her toes were barely in contact with the step. Now there was no way she could cover herself, and the crowd loved it. Rin tried to blot out the screams of her sisters as they got the same treatment.
‘What next?’ wondered Rin.
She soon got her answer. She watched in helpless horror as Takahashi strolled up and down the platform in front of them brandishing a savage looking cane.
“One hundred and twenty.” Takahashi spoke the number loudly and clearly, so that even the braying of the mob behind him couldn’t drown it out.
“That’ll save you the trouble of crucifying us. None of us will survive 120 strokes.” Rin tried to sound brave.
“Not each. Between you. When you shout ‘stop’, I shall stop. When Haru shouts ‘stop’ I shall also stop. But Sakura may shout ‘stop’ as much as she likes, but I shall not stop until I reach a total of 120. Understand?”
“You are the son of a bitch, Takahashi-san!” Rin spat the word ‘san’ into his face.
Takahashi did not reply, but just smirked and went round behind her. Rin shut her eyes. She heard the swish of the cane and then her backside exploded in pain. “One!” called a soldier. How she didn’t scream out in her pain, Rin didn’t know. But she did know that she was going to take as many of these 120 strokes as she could. She had not intention of allowing Haru or Sakura to suffer like this.
Swish! The next one landed across her shoulders. “Two!”
Rin entered a world of pain, dangling from that rope as Takahashi worked his way around her. After he had passed ten her tortured nerves began to give up their own struggle, and Rin found it hard to tell where the cane was landing, as her whole body seemed to be on fire.
“Twenty!” called the soldier. ‘Fuck ‘, thought Rin, ‘can I take another hundred of these?’
By the time he reached thirty, Takahashi was struggling to find new places to strike, so he just started again.
Swish…crack! Swish..crack! Rin tried to disengage her brain. She was back on her white horse, galloping across the fields, her father beside her. Then a blow landed across her snake tattoo bringing her back to the world of blood and fire.
“Thirty-nine!”
Crack! Right across her breasts. Again. “Forty!”
Still she made no sound. Crack! Across her thighs. “Forty-one!”
“Stop!”
But it was Haru who had called out, not Rin. Takahashi ignored her, and landed a blow across Rin’s abdomen. “Forty-two!”
“Stop, I said!” yelled Haru. “It’s my turn now!”
But Rin simply shook her head, and so the torture continued. But after stroke fifty-five, it became clear that Rin had passed out. Takahashi, himself glad of the opportunity for a break, nodded to one of the soldiers.
The soldier went to the clay pot in front of Rin, and threw it over her. It was full of her own excrement from the prison cell. Some splashed over Haru, and she gagged at the stench.
“Please, please stop!” cried Haru, coughing. “Please, she’s had more than her share!”
But Rin, with rancid turds in her hair, murmured, “no. Carry on.”
Takahashi glared at her. He had spared no effort in trying to break her. But now he knew that he would have to keep beating her either until she was dead or he reached 120, and he wasn’t sure which would come soonest. But his orders had been to crucify her, not to beat her to death with his cane. Lord Naitou would thrash him to death if he killed her here. But he could not now stop and start beating Haru, because he had stated loudly and clearly in front of hundreds of witnesses that he would not do so until Rin asked him to. But he now knew that she was never going to do that. And a Samurai has his honour. He had no choice. He struck her again.
“Fifty-six!”
But, unbeknown to any but Rin and Takahashi, Rin had won this battle. None observing would have known it, but now Takahashi was pulling back on the cane for fear of his own life. Yes, he was still hurting her, but not now injuring her. It looked as though he was striking her just as ferociously, and Rin was still grunting with each stroke. Haru and Sakura were both bellowing at him to stop.
Crack! “One hundred!” He paused. “Come on, you stupid bitch!” snarled Takahashi. “They can take ten each!”
But it was no good. She hung there, panting for breath. “What’s…. the matter? Getting… tired? You…. owe me…. another twenty.”
Haru and Sakura wailed in protest, but Takashashi, grim-faced, administered those last twenty strokes.
“Get them down! But keep those snivelling girls away from her!”
Rin was still alive, but she collapsed onto the platform, and lay there in a pool of blood and excrement. As the soldiers held Haru and Sakura back, Takahashi met Rin’s eye. She glared defiantly at him, uttering no words, but her message was clear:
“You can hurt me, you can kill me, but you will never break me!”
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Takahashi has worked out a cunning plan of psychological playing with his victims...
... but it turns against him, because of Rin's strong powerplay!
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Attachments
Part four
As the anger blazed from her eyes, despite himself Takahashi couldn't help but shiver with excitement. It was one of the reasons he was so keen on the profession of executioner. He felt invigorated by the look of anger on his victim's face, especially this slender lark.
A wooden barrel, filled with salt water was poured over Rin's wounded body by a soldier, followed by a second barrel. The salt water stung Rin's wounds, causing her to let out piercing screams as her body shuddered uncontrollably.
But painful though her caning had been, and through the torture of the salt water, an emotional injury was yet more grievous to Rin.
For Genta has been shouting with his hooligan companions the whole time, and their vicious words were like a sharp knife cutting into Rin's heart.
They all described her as the worst viper of the three sisters, and even Genta stigmatized her as the bully who had been tormenting Miss Meguri.
In fact, Rin and her sisters had seen Inoue use the cane to severely punish Meguri in prison, using it at that time to penetrate Meguri's vagina while she was hanging by a rope.
It had been night, and the light in the torture chamber was so dim that Meguri was as unresponsive as a corpse. They all thought that Meguri had been killed.
Rin clearly remembered that Haru had urinated uncontrollably in her terror. It wasn't until one of the guards threw a bucket of water over Meguri and heard her moaning and pleading that they realised she wasn't dead.
In fact, Meguri shouldn’t have had to suffer such horrors at all. She could have been set free if only she had been willing to ‘confess’ to everything that the three girls were supposed to have had forced her to do. Inoue had even told Miss Meguri that he would marry her. Meguri could have been the wife of a samurai – and Inoue was a close associate of Lord Naitou. He has a position of eminence in the government.
A woman was able to marry a samurai who had power. It was the greatest achievement in the life of a woman of Miss Meguri's lowly status.
But Meguri didn’t take the easy way out. She treated the sisters like the family she cherishes in the world, which is why she would not submit to a monster like Inoue even after being tortured in prison.
But Rin and her sisters used to think otherwise. Like Genta, they simply think Meguri has implicated them. And, truth be told, they were also jealous of Meguri's beauty.
The guilt that comes with all this is very hard on Rin's heart. Her aim is to ease the pain of her two sisters. Because they are family members who share the same blood. But Meguri was not their family. She was just a beautiful gift from Momotani to Lord Naitou.
What had gone through Miss Meguri’s mind as she was brutally violated by Inoue with a cane? Rin thought of the inhuman tortures Meguri had suffered in her dark cell. And now she was dead.
Rin wept weakly; she was no longer as strong as before.
As the anger blazed from her eyes, despite himself Takahashi couldn't help but shiver with excitement. It was one of the reasons he was so keen on the profession of executioner. He felt invigorated by the look of anger on his victim's face, especially this slender lark.
A wooden barrel, filled with salt water was poured over Rin's wounded body by a soldier, followed by a second barrel. The salt water stung Rin's wounds, causing her to let out piercing screams as her body shuddered uncontrollably.
But painful though her caning had been, and through the torture of the salt water, an emotional injury was yet more grievous to Rin.
For Genta has been shouting with his hooligan companions the whole time, and their vicious words were like a sharp knife cutting into Rin's heart.
They all described her as the worst viper of the three sisters, and even Genta stigmatized her as the bully who had been tormenting Miss Meguri.
In fact, Rin and her sisters had seen Inoue use the cane to severely punish Meguri in prison, using it at that time to penetrate Meguri's vagina while she was hanging by a rope.
It had been night, and the light in the torture chamber was so dim that Meguri was as unresponsive as a corpse. They all thought that Meguri had been killed.
Rin clearly remembered that Haru had urinated uncontrollably in her terror. It wasn't until one of the guards threw a bucket of water over Meguri and heard her moaning and pleading that they realised she wasn't dead.
In fact, Meguri shouldn’t have had to suffer such horrors at all. She could have been set free if only she had been willing to ‘confess’ to everything that the three girls were supposed to have had forced her to do. Inoue had even told Miss Meguri that he would marry her. Meguri could have been the wife of a samurai – and Inoue was a close associate of Lord Naitou. He has a position of eminence in the government.
A woman was able to marry a samurai who had power. It was the greatest achievement in the life of a woman of Miss Meguri's lowly status.
But Meguri didn’t take the easy way out. She treated the sisters like the family she cherishes in the world, which is why she would not submit to a monster like Inoue even after being tortured in prison.
But Rin and her sisters used to think otherwise. Like Genta, they simply think Meguri has implicated them. And, truth be told, they were also jealous of Meguri's beauty.
The guilt that comes with all this is very hard on Rin's heart. Her aim is to ease the pain of her two sisters. Because they are family members who share the same blood. But Meguri was not their family. She was just a beautiful gift from Momotani to Lord Naitou.
What had gone through Miss Meguri’s mind as she was brutally violated by Inoue with a cane? Rin thought of the inhuman tortures Meguri had suffered in her dark cell. And now she was dead.
Rin wept weakly; she was no longer as strong as before.
Chapter 4亖 Haru
Haru
A cheer went up as a soldier handed a spear to Takahashi. Takahashi showed off to the crowd with the spear, which was much taller than he was. The crowd erupted in laughter.
"Miss Haru, it breaks my heart to see you like this." Takahashi said regretfully. "Why did you resist us so fiercely last night? It was the law. Come on, you’re an educated woman! You're not a stupid bitch like Rin!"
Haru's face was very red. Her head was hanging low, and her eyes were closed, and she bit her lip, which made Takahashi feel as if the girl who had been shouting like crazy and struggling desperately last night had been a different person.
Takahashi couldn't help but recall the beautiful dance of this cultured woman, and he felt his cock become hard again.
By the time Takahashi saw Haru at tiny cell last night, Inoue had already had her body serviced.
At the back of the dark cell, in a corner lit by candlelight, Takahashi had seen the dim figure of Haru.
Haru was stripped naked, and her transparent white naked body was tied to a crucifixion post erected in front of the wall in a wide-open position.
Her arms, spread wide, were tied at the wrists, elbows and the base of the arms to the crossbar so tightly that the rough rope dug into the flesh of the arms, her firm and shapely breasts were bound at the top and bottom with rough rope so that the breasts were puckered, and above the navel she was tied to the pillar with rough rope, and Haru's upper body was tied to the crucifixion post so that she could not move at all.
Her slender legs were spread open from the center of her crotch as if she were opening a fan, exposing the holes that are the proof of womanhood and impurity. The contrast between the dark fading at the base of the legs and the pure white skin emphasized the woman's glamour.
Only Haru knew what a horrible nightmare she'd been through.
Inoue held a spear with a wooden phallus on the end. The wood was densely carved with small round bumps. Haru had already been made to cum several times with the spear. The spear was coated with the nectar that she had spewed from her crack and glistened dully in the candlelight. "Now, Miss Haru, let's hear you sing a sweet song once more."
"Inoue-san, please forgive me, my pussy is about to break."
"What are you talking about? We've made a pact! I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. You made me do it of your own free will! You sly little bitch!"
Inoue has mastered the art of torturing Haru's weakness. He knew that Haru was a traditionally educated girl. Due to her strong sense of shame, she would never say a word against him, so he liked to destroy Haru's self-esteem in this way. According to Japanese tradition, as long as a woman is not raped by a man, she is chaste. It was a sacrifice Haru made to protect her chastity. But Inoue was never honest, at least not with a lowly female prisoner. He was just happy to play a malicious joke on a criminal who had committed a serious offence. It was a samurai's entertainment.
Haru, who had maintained the habit of silence through her life, broke it and made her sacrifice: "Let's have another round."
It was the first time she had broken her silence, and if you looked at her expression, you could tell she was feeling a great deal of pain.
Inoue looked up at the naked body of Haru, who was tied to the crucifixion post, with glazed eyes, and then he put the wooden phallus in her crack.
"Ohhhh, oh my God, I can't do it again, no, no, no..."
The sound of the phallus echoed disgustingly through the warehouse from between Haru's legs. And Haru was also moaning with pleasure as the wooden phallus moved.
"This stupid bitch, how dare she speak against me! Tatsukichi, you take the candles and teach her a lesson, so she doesn't forget who she is now!"
Inoue gave these cruel instructions to Tatsukichi, who was waiting in the corner of the room. The woman, who was screaming with delight as she was tortured by the wooden phallus, did not hear this instruction from Inoue.
"Hei, Inoue-san, I understand."
Tatsukichi lit a candle and came to the crucifixion post and held it up.
Inoue thrust the wooden phallus deep into Haru's honey-covered crack. Then:
"All right, now, let the flame burn this woman's fading."
The flame of the candle was applied to Haru's privates.
The moment of the deep thrusts of the wooden phallus brought her to the end of her pleasure. Her lower body trembled and she was just about to devour the pleasure. She felt an intense heat around the crack where she had been sucking the wooden phallus.
At the same time, Inoue could smell the peculiar smell of burning hairs.
"Oh no！ Don't burn me like that, Aaaaeeee! It's so hot!"
The wooden phallus was pulled out with great force.
"Ohhhhhh, god！..."
Then the wooden phallus was thrust deep into her crack again.
Haru let out a groan. Her muscles trembled, her limbs shook violently, and her head shook desperately.
Then the flame of the candle was shone around the crack again.
"Gaaaahhhh, too hot！ Ahhhhh, stop it!
The pushed and removal of the wooden invader and the searing of the flame were repeated again and again, and Haru was subjected to constant pleasure and pain, and was driven to the point of madness.
"Hey, Tatsukichi, this time try searing the sensitive azuki bean above the crack with a flame!"
This time Haru clearly heard the Inoue’s demonic whispers. She knew the candle was targeting her clitoris.
"No! No! Please! Don't do that, please!"
Inoue held a spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear was thrust deep enough to reach the opening of her womb.
"Aaaghhhhh, Ieeeeeeeeeee!"
At that moment, the flame of the candle held by Tatsukichi seared the upper part of Haru's crack.
"Geeaaaahhhh, noooooooo!"
Haru's body, which had been tightly bound to the crucifixion post, warped and shook the post with a rattling sound.
"Aagahhhh, it's coming out, ahhhhh, don't look at me..."
Haru shouted loudly and her body stopped moving for a moment.
The flames seared her clit, and the excessive heat caused her to involuntarily incontinence towards the men.
"What a shame! Please don't look at me!"
Inoue could not escape from the woman's sudden urination and was covered from head to toe with Haru's urine.
For Inoue, however, though he wasn’t angry at the woman's urine, but he looked at the source of the urine with a brutal look in his eyes.
"Haru-san, how dare you insult me like that! All agreements between you and me are void! You're making me angry! You insulted a samurai! Shame on you!"
"Ahhh, I am so sorry, I have soiled your face with my own, oh, oh, please forgive me. Inoue-san, please!"
Yet the woman was still urinating, even as she said this.
The point of the spear flashed in the morning sunlight, as Takahashi drew it slowly and gently, but with unmistakeable malice, down Haru’s neck, brushing her skin as softly as gossamer. Down it continued, between her breasts, only this time he pressed a little harder, and it left a tiny scratch as it passed. Haru looked at him, eyes wide with terror, and wondered if he was going to end it there for her.
He read her thoughts. “No, sweet, Haru. Fear not, your cross awaits you still. But your sister spared you the cane. For you – the spear!”
And with one swift movement he reversed the spear and struck her across the breasts with the shaft.
“One,” called the soldier.
“Noooooo!” wailed Haru, struggling to her feet, desperate to escape as Takahashi began to rain blows down upon her, until the soldier reached ‘Ten.’
Then, Takahashi nodded to two of the soldiers. Just that – a nod – but they knew what was expected of them. They forced her to a seated position on the stage, and then one held her legs straight out across the clay pot, so that the soles of her feet were towards the crowd.
Takahashi grunted his satisfaction, then smote the soles of her feet with the shaft of the spear.
“Eleven”
“Twelve”
“Thirteen”
“Fourteen”
“Fifteen”
‘Enough,’ thought Takahashi, ‘She still must walk to her cross.’ The next blow landed across her thighs.
He reached twenty, and then Haru was forced to her knees, and then bent across the foul-stinking pot, facing down into the excrement, as more blows struck her buttocks.
As the soldier called ‘Twenty-five,” she vomited into the pot. Takahashi kicked her onto her side, and she lay there, bleeding and bruised.
“That will do,” called Takahashi. Let’s get them to their crosses!
Haru
A cheer went up as a soldier handed a spear to Takahashi. Takahashi showed off to the crowd with the spear, which was much taller than he was. The crowd erupted in laughter.
"Miss Haru, it breaks my heart to see you like this." Takahashi said regretfully. "Why did you resist us so fiercely last night? It was the law. Come on, you’re an educated woman! You're not a stupid bitch like Rin!"
Haru's face was very red. Her head was hanging low, and her eyes were closed, and she bit her lip, which made Takahashi feel as if the girl who had been shouting like crazy and struggling desperately last night had been a different person.
Takahashi couldn't help but recall the beautiful dance of this cultured woman, and he felt his cock become hard again.
By the time Takahashi saw Haru at tiny cell last night, Inoue had already had her body serviced.
At the back of the dark cell, in a corner lit by candlelight, Takahashi had seen the dim figure of Haru.
Haru was stripped naked, and her transparent white naked body was tied to a crucifixion post erected in front of the wall in a wide-open position.
Her arms, spread wide, were tied at the wrists, elbows and the base of the arms to the crossbar so tightly that the rough rope dug into the flesh of the arms, her firm and shapely breasts were bound at the top and bottom with rough rope so that the breasts were puckered, and above the navel she was tied to the pillar with rough rope, and Haru's upper body was tied to the crucifixion post so that she could not move at all.
Her slender legs were spread open from the center of her crotch as if she were opening a fan, exposing the holes that are the proof of womanhood and impurity. The contrast between the dark fading at the base of the legs and the pure white skin emphasized the woman's glamour.
Only Haru knew what a horrible nightmare she'd been through.
Inoue held a spear with a wooden phallus on the end. The wood was densely carved with small round bumps. Haru had already been made to cum several times with the spear. The spear was coated with the nectar that she had spewed from her crack and glistened dully in the candlelight. "Now, Miss Haru, let's hear you sing a sweet song once more."
"Inoue-san, please forgive me, my pussy is about to break."
"What are you talking about? We've made a pact! I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. You made me do it of your own free will! You sly little bitch!"
Inoue has mastered the art of torturing Haru's weakness. He knew that Haru was a traditionally educated girl. Due to her strong sense of shame, she would never say a word against him, so he liked to destroy Haru's self-esteem in this way. According to Japanese tradition, as long as a woman is not raped by a man, she is chaste. It was a sacrifice Haru made to protect her chastity. But Inoue was never honest, at least not with a lowly female prisoner. He was just happy to play a malicious joke on a criminal who had committed a serious offence. It was a samurai's entertainment.
Haru, who had maintained the habit of silence through her life, broke it and made her sacrifice: "Let's have another round."
It was the first time she had broken her silence, and if you looked at her expression, you could tell she was feeling a great deal of pain.
Inoue looked up at the naked body of Haru, who was tied to the crucifixion post, with glazed eyes, and then he put the wooden phallus in her crack.
"Ohhhh, oh my God, I can't do it again, no, no, no..."
The sound of the phallus echoed disgustingly through the warehouse from between Haru's legs. And Haru was also moaning with pleasure as the wooden phallus moved.
"This stupid bitch, how dare she speak against me! Tatsukichi, you take the candles and teach her a lesson, so she doesn't forget who she is now!"
Inoue gave these cruel instructions to Tatsukichi, who was waiting in the corner of the room. The woman, who was screaming with delight as she was tortured by the wooden phallus, did not hear this instruction from Inoue.
"Hei, Inoue-san, I understand."
Tatsukichi lit a candle and came to the crucifixion post and held it up.
Inoue thrust the wooden phallus deep into Haru's honey-covered crack. Then:
"All right, now, let the flame burn this woman's fading."
The flame of the candle was applied to Haru's privates.
The moment of the deep thrusts of the wooden phallus brought her to the end of her pleasure. Her lower body trembled and she was just about to devour the pleasure. She felt an intense heat around the crack where she had been sucking the wooden phallus.
At the same time, Inoue could smell the peculiar smell of burning hairs.
"Oh no！ Don't burn me like that, Aaaaeeee! It's so hot!"
The wooden phallus was pulled out with great force.
"Ohhhhhh, god！..."
Then the wooden phallus was thrust deep into her crack again.
Haru let out a groan. Her muscles trembled, her limbs shook violently, and her head shook desperately.
Then the flame of the candle was shone around the crack again.
"Gaaaahhhh, too hot！ Ahhhhh, stop it!
The pushed and removal of the wooden invader and the searing of the flame were repeated again and again, and Haru was subjected to constant pleasure and pain, and was driven to the point of madness.
"Hey, Tatsukichi, this time try searing the sensitive azuki bean above the crack with a flame!"
This time Haru clearly heard the Inoue’s demonic whispers. She knew the candle was targeting her clitoris.
"No! No! Please! Don't do that, please!"
Inoue held a spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear was thrust deep enough to reach the opening of her womb.
"Aaaghhhhh, Ieeeeeeeeeee!"
At that moment, the flame of the candle held by Tatsukichi seared the upper part of Haru's crack.
"Geeaaaahhhh, noooooooo!"
Haru's body, which had been tightly bound to the crucifixion post, warped and shook the post with a rattling sound.
"Aagahhhh, it's coming out, ahhhhh, don't look at me..."
Haru shouted loudly and her body stopped moving for a moment.
The flames seared her clit, and the excessive heat caused her to involuntarily incontinence towards the men.
"What a shame! Please don't look at me!"
Inoue could not escape from the woman's sudden urination and was covered from head to toe with Haru's urine.
For Inoue, however, though he wasn’t angry at the woman's urine, but he looked at the source of the urine with a brutal look in his eyes.
"Haru-san, how dare you insult me like that! All agreements between you and me are void! You're making me angry! You insulted a samurai! Shame on you!"
"Ahhh, I am so sorry, I have soiled your face with my own, oh, oh, please forgive me. Inoue-san, please!"
Yet the woman was still urinating, even as she said this.
The point of the spear flashed in the morning sunlight, as Takahashi drew it slowly and gently, but with unmistakeable malice, down Haru’s neck, brushing her skin as softly as gossamer. Down it continued, between her breasts, only this time he pressed a little harder, and it left a tiny scratch as it passed. Haru looked at him, eyes wide with terror, and wondered if he was going to end it there for her.
He read her thoughts. “No, sweet, Haru. Fear not, your cross awaits you still. But your sister spared you the cane. For you – the spear!”
And with one swift movement he reversed the spear and struck her across the breasts with the shaft.
“One,” called the soldier.
“Noooooo!” wailed Haru, struggling to her feet, desperate to escape as Takahashi began to rain blows down upon her, until the soldier reached ‘Ten.’
Then, Takahashi nodded to two of the soldiers. Just that – a nod – but they knew what was expected of them. They forced her to a seated position on the stage, and then one held her legs straight out across the clay pot, so that the soles of her feet were towards the crowd.
Takahashi grunted his satisfaction, then smote the soles of her feet with the shaft of the spear.
“Eleven”
“Twelve”
“Thirteen”
“Fourteen”
“Fifteen”
‘Enough,’ thought Takahashi, ‘She still must walk to her cross.’ The next blow landed across her thighs.
He reached twenty, and then Haru was forced to her knees, and then bent across the foul-stinking pot, facing down into the excrement, as more blows struck her buttocks.
As the soldier called ‘Twenty-five,” she vomited into the pot. Takahashi kicked her onto her side, and she lay there, bleeding and bruised.
“That will do,” called Takahashi. Let’s get them to their crosses!