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Part 1
Katsumi opened her eyes, only to see that it was nearly pitch black. She shut them again and tried to stir her limbs. She was barely able to move before the ropes stopped her, stubbornly holding her naked body in place.
Her arms were folded behind her back and thoroughly tied to each other and her chest, ropes running just above and below her breasts. Her ankles were tied to steel rings that were built into the floor, spreading her legs wide. A rope that was tied around her neck held her head down, keeping her from lifting herself up at the waist and leaving her lying helplessly on her back with no more than an inch of movement for any part of her body.
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She groaned as she strained her arms and legs, instinctively trying to stretch them. Most of her body hurt. Her muscles and joints were sore from being tied up so tightly all night. Her skin still seemed to sting a little from where she was lashed with the whip and burned with wax, and her pussy was sore from the abuse that it had taken.
This was the second morning that she had woken up like this. It wasn't going to be the last.
Katsumi watched her target from the shadows, waiting for her moment to strike. She knew from experience that she would have to react instantly; the perfect opening rarely lasted long enough for hesitation. There were only two guards watching over Princess Takara right now, but more would be along quickly.
Ayaka and Hikari had set the fire in the north garden, and Kei had made a fake attempt at the lord's life. Naturally, they would be quickly sending guards to make sure that his daughters were safe, but there was a brief window of confusion where Katsumi would be able to make off with Takara without being noticed.
Katsumi didn't know the reason for this mission. She didn't need to, and it wasn't her place to know. She had just been given instruction on how to execute it: one of Lord Nakamura's daughters was to be taken hostage. A spy had discovered that Princess Takara, the lord's oldest daughter at 21, had a habit of visiting the south garden every night at the same time, and that an oversight in the estate's design meant that it would be easy to sneak an unwilling prisoner out of that garden if the guards weren't watching the grounds very carefully.
Katsumi had been chosen to make the grab. She was relatively young, only 23 years old, but skilled and with a number of impressive successes under her belt. Physically, she was well suited. She was average height, with the typical black hair and brown eyes of the area. Her hair was shoulder-length; long enough to fit in as a typical woman, but not long enough to get in her way. Her breasts were slightly large; enough for a handful, but not enough to give her any trouble. Her body was lean and slender, but muscular under her clothes. Even the thinnest clothing would make her appear to have a normal build for an average woman, but underneath her body was well-toned without the bulk. She could easily fit in when she had to, but was still deadly in a fight. Right now, she was dressed in simple, tight-fitting black robes, a hood covering her tied-up hair and a piece of cloth sitting over the lower part of her face.
Princess Takara was directly in her sight. She pulled the knife that she would use to disable the guards, took a breath, and leapt.
The second guard spun around just in time to see the first falling to the ground and to receive a deadly blow himself. Before Princess Takara had finished gasping, a knife was being held up to her throat. If she was smart, Katsumi thought, she would scream anyway- I'm either here to kill her or kidnap her, and screaming won't change that either way. Of course, the princess was too startled to think like that, and Katsumi wasn't going to give her time to get her mind together.
Katsumi moved behind Takara swiftly and covered her mouth, pulling her down to the ground. She gagged the princess first, shoving a cloth in her mouth and tying it in place. As the initial shock wore off, Takara began to fight. She was no match for Katsumi, however, much less while her knee was pushed onto her back, pinning her to the ground. Katsumi grabbed her hands, crossed them, and tied them quickly. Princess Takara began to make as much noise as she could under her gag- but not enough to reach anyone's ears.
Without stopping a moment, Katsumi began to pull Takara away, keeping herself low and out of sight. She moved quickly toward her escape route, with the Princess struggling and fighting along the way. Almost to her exit, Katsumi pulled Takara through a row of tall, thick bushes. They were difficult to get through, and as Katsumi exited them, dragging her prisoner behind her, she realized that she had been beaten there.
A number of guards stood waiting for her. Normally, Katsumi would have dispatched them without hesitation, but there was another man there-Tochigi Kiyoshi.
Tochigi Kiyoshi was the strongest member of the Tochigi clan, rivals of Katsumi's clan. Doubtlessly somebody had been tipped off, and this man hired to protect Princess Takara. The guards surrounded her, and ordered her to surrender. If she was taken prisoner, she would almost certainly be executed. If she fought Tochigi now, even if he had been alone, she would be quickly killed. She was nowhere close to this man's level.
Katsumi quietly raised her hands. A guard on either side quickly swooped in, grabbing an arm and holding it behind her back while a third guard tied her wrists. Once her wrists were tied, she was forced to her knees and her mask was taken off.
Tochigi Kiyoshi merely smiled at her. Princess Takara, now untied, circled around to face Katsumi. She appeared quite angry, but also- well, eager. She motioned to two of the guards, speaking to them in a confident, but slightly angry voice. "See that Tochigi is taken care of. He has my deepest gratitude."
As Tochigi and the two guards walked away, Princess Takara reached down to pull Katsumi's chin up so that she could get a good look at her face. "She is very beautiful," she said with a tone that worried Katsumi, looking the bound ninja's body over. "Take her and follow me."
Katsumi stumbled as she was pulled and shoved along by the two guardsmen. The ropes had been tied very well, and she was unable to reach any of her hidden tools while the two men each held one of her arms. She was taken to a remote corner of the estate, to a small stone hut which look like it had been left to itself for many years.
Princess Takara produced a key and opened the door, which was surprisingly solid. Inside the hut was a clean, well-kept bedroom. There were metal rings and shackles on several places on the wall and floors, and even a few on the ceiling. Katsumi was confused at first- this was obviously intended to be a prison cell, but it was furnished like the Princess' room would be.
Princess Takara entered the room with her and the guards, shutting the door, and locking it. The Princess slowly circled around to Katsumi's front, who was still being held tightly by the guards. Takara approached Katsumi, then, to her surprise, put her hands on her body and began to grope and caress Katsumi.
Katsumi tried to pull away, but was held too tightly. "What are you doing?" she demanded.
The Princess only looked her in the eyes. Katsumi saw the look of a predator that had cornered its prey. Takara ran her hands up to Katsumi's neck, then grabbed her clothing and began to rip it off. She stripped her struggling captive to the waist, surprised at how many small weapons and tools she had to relieved her of in the process.
"Be very careful, she is highly dangerous." The two men nodded, and pushed Katsumi to the ground. A rope was wrapped around her bare neck, and tied to a ring on the ground. Her hands were briefly untied, before being folded behind her back and tied forearm to forearm. More rope was fetched and was used to tie her arms to her body. Katsumi tried to resist, but had little luck. The ropework was expertly secured around her body, soon leaving her arms completely immobilized, with Katsumi barely being able to twist or shift her wrists at all.
The guards pulled her ass into the air and pulled off her pants, leaving her completely naked. Katsumi had been trained to remain calm and unreadable in all situations, but she was now visibly scared and embarrassed. She tried keep her chest to the ground to hide her breasts, and pulled in her knees to keep her pussy unexposed.
Princess Takara stepped behind her, untied the rope around her neck, and pulled her into a sitting position. She reached around and grabbed Katsumi's breasts with both hands, squeezing them and kissing Katsumi on the neck and shoulder as her ankles were tied by the guards.
"Leave now. I wish to have some privacy with my new slave."
Katsumi heard the door open and close behind her. She was now alone, naked, and tied up with the Princess. Katsumi had never been this helpless before. She had been bound and gagged, but never by an enemy, never this well, and never naked.
Takara's hand found themselves all over Katsumi's body as she tried to calm herself down and stop thinking about her fear long enough to think of a way to escape. While one of Takara's hands was pinching her nipple, another slid between her legs with a few of it's fingers moving over, then into, her pussy. Katsumi gasped, leading Takara to use her other hand to grab Katsumi under her jaw and pull her head back. Katsumi felt the Princess' tongue on her shoulder, then move up along her neck and up the side of her face as her clit was being gently stroked.
Katsumi felt humiliated and repulsed. She had often considered the possibility of being captured and molested by a man, but never by another woman. What disgusted her the most, however, was how well Takara seemed to do it. As much as Katsumi wanted her to stop, Princess Takara was working her like an expert. Her touch was soft and smooth, and she used it in just the right way make Katsumi's body tingle. Katsumi had to exert herself not to start grinding on Takara's fingers, and felt like she was about to cum anyway.
"Let me explain things to you briefly. Your attempt to kidnap me has actually been a stroke of luck for me. I am somewhat passed the age where I would have been expected to marry. This is because I have worked hard to prevent this. It is not my desire to be owned by a man as his wife, but rather to own another woman as my slave."
"Until now I have had to rely on kidnapping peasant girls to have my fun. I am obliged, unfortunately, to only kidnap those who work on the estate grounds. Trying to sneak a girl in from the outside would be too risky, and so I have had use those that I could find here. Having a girl disappear on estate grounds would be suspicious, however, and she would be searched for thoroughly out of fear of a gap in our security. This would lead to a great risk of my private little room here being discovered- it has been hard enough to keep it ignored as it is. My activities here would NOT be approved of by my father. So, I have had to resort to kidnapping them, using them for a night, and keeping their mouths shut with the threat of death."
Takara continued to speak as she pushed Katsumi closer and closer to climaxing.
"Go ahead and scream if you wish, your voice will not be heard ten feet outside of this hut. You will not be missed, at least not by anybody who would dare speak of it in public. You will be assumed dead. As importantly, you are far more beautiful than any of the girls that I have been able to find around here. I am quite fortunate to have you, and I intend to enjoy my fortune for a very long time."
Just as Katsumi was about to orgasm Takara pulled her fingers out, casually wiping them off on Katsumi's body. Katsumi watched her as she walked over to a chest and opened it. She took a long, fine piece of cloth out and walked back behind Katsumi, wrapping the cloth over her eyes, blindfolding her.
For a few moments Katsumi heard nothing but the gentle sounds of clothing being put on or, more likely, taken off. The she felt the sudden touch of Takara's hands one her face, causing her to pull away. Takara slapped Katsumi hard across the face, shocking her. She let Katsumi absorb it for a moment, then grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.
Katsumi resisted with all of her strength, but Princess Takara had little trouble in using her as she liked while tied up like this. Katsumi held her lips tightly shut as the Princess' lips caressed them, her tongue pushing into them as much as it could. Takara's lips pulled away, but her grip stayed in place. Katsumi could sense Takara standing up in from of her. Against her will, Katsumi's head was angled back, and the Princess' pussy was shoved in her face.
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Princess Takara began to grind against' Katsumi's face, holding her head in place by her hair. Her wet pussy spread juices all over Katsumi's face as she rubbed against it. Scared and humiliated, Takara's new slave whined, trying to pull away and holding her mouth closed. She could hear her captor start to moan softly, drawing in deep breaths as she pushed her vagina harder and harder into Katsumi's face. She felt it rub across her lips, her nose, her cheek, only stopped from going over her eye by the blindfold, back and forth, hard and increasingly quick.
Suddenly, her hair was let go. Katsumi could hear Princess Takara softly walking away, then returning quickly.
"About half of my slaves make me force them," said Takara as she pushed Katsumi into a kneeling position. Katsumi felt a cold metal rod being placed right behind her knees. "The other half obey out of fear. It's going to be fun to see how much stronger willed you are than the other girls that I've done this to."
The rod was tied in place, rope being wrapped behind it and around her legs just above and below her knees. "Now, sit down," ordered the Princess, pushing Katsumi from the front. Katsumi's knees tried to bend, clamping down on the metal rod and causing her to squeal with the sudden pain. Princess Takara kept just enough pressure on her to keep her there, holding her in place by her shoulders. As her body squirmed and pulled hard against the ropes and Takara's grip, Katsumi once again felt the Princess' tongue, this time on her breast. She felt it being licked, the kissed, then sucked, all the while her knees begging for relief.
Takara's grip eased off. Katsumi knelt there, panting, and, while hating herself for it, wanting badly to have her pussy played with again. The Princess' hand grabbed the back of her head, pulling it back, this time more painfully because of the rod. Katsumi felt Takara's pussy being pushed into her face again and was forced to push back in order to avoid her knees closing around the rod. She wasn't able to push very hard, however, and Takara slowly let down her weight, putting Katsumi in pain.
Katsumi squirmed helplessly, the pain burning in her legs as Takara moaned softly in approval of how Katsumi's struggling face felt against her cunt. Katsumi tried desperately to free her hands, but the ropes would not budge.
"Am I pushing a little to hard?" asked Takara, playfully but sadistically. "You can say yes by opening your mouth and sucking on my vagina."
Katsumi grunted angrily. Suck her vagina? No... she was not this woman's slave. She may have had no way to prevent her from what she was doing, but to actually cooperate?
"I can push a little harder, you say?"
Katsumi gasped as the Princess suddenly pushed her back more, unable to control her body anymore as it instinctively strained every muscle it had. She tasted Takara's skin as her lips parted, hearing Takara gasp in pleasure. Being able to think of nothing but stopping the pain, Katsumi thrust her tongue forward and slid it along Takara's pussy. She felt a tiny bit of relief as the force pushing her backward lessened.
Katsumi could barely force herself to continue. She slid her tongue inside of Takara, sucking and caressing her labia. "See, there we go," said the Princess in between breaths. The pressure increased and decreased rhythmically as Takara slowly trusted her pelvis back and forth, Katsumi's face constantly pressed against it.
Katsumi held her breath as Princess Takara orgasmed, then finally let her back up, freeing her legs and knees from the pain. The ropes holding the rod behind her knees only allowed her to go so far as kneeling. Her legs had been pushing as hard as they could the entire time, and they still burned. Her entire body was exhausted, and all that Katsumi wanted to do was lie down. Unable to do so, she knelt there, covered in sweat, face still wet from the Princess' pussy, trembling.
Takara sighed in contentment. "That was very good. Unfortunately I will be missed soon, so let's get you ready for bed."
The ropes around Katsumi's knees loosened and her unresisting body was pushed face down onto the mat that laid in the center of the room. The mat was softer and finer than anything Katsumi had ever laid on before. The bed felt so good that she barely noticed her ankles being tied to two metal rings attached to the floor by the corners of the mat. She tried weakly to close her now spread legs, then relaxed them when they only felt the pull of the rope.
She felt Takara's hands start on her bound ankle and work their way up her leg and onto her ass. They moved around her hips, sliding between her and the mat. They ran up her ribs to her breasts, then to her shoulders, and down her arms.
Katsumi realized that she had been slowly trying to grind against the mat. She wanted to pleasure herself, and found that not being able to do so now made her feel more helpless than anything.
It was almost completely dark. Katsumi's body jerked a few times, her wrists and ankles hurting slightly from the ropes tied around them. She hadn't even noticed her arms being untied and and retied to another set of rings by the corners of the mat, probably having fallen asleep as it was done. Her body was still in pain, but her mind began to feel sharper and her resolve started to creep back. She was able to push off her blindfold by rubbing her face against the mat, but even without it she couldn't see much.
The hut was designed to hold in or out most noises, and there were no windows to let light in. Katsumi had no way to tell how long she had been sleeping. She began to systematically test her bonds, looking for any weaknesses that she could exploit to escape.
Princess Takara had the upper hand last night; she had take Katsumi by surprise. Now that Katsumi had time to think and plan, it wouldn't be long before an opportunity to escape opened up. Takara had bitten off more than she could chew this time.
Katsumi couldn't tell if it had been hours or just minutes. The dark, quiet room along with her immobility was screwing with her mind, and experiments had only showed her that she was tied as securely as ever.
It was beginning to get to her. She felt the urge to panic lurking, waiting for her self-discipline to fail. This woman was using her as a toy, and she had no obvious way to stop her- or any chance of her being released.. Left with nothing else to do but think about it, she could feel it eating away at her mind, trying to reduce her to nothing but a scared, panicked animal that Takara could easily tame.
The sound of the door opening snapped her back to attention. The weight of the Princess' body was lowered onto her back as two sets of fingernails pushed into to the sensitive skin by Katsumi's ribs.
"I have some more time to play with you this morning."
Takara bent over and whispered in Katsumi's ear, "If you are a good girl, then I will let you pleasure yourself after you are finished serving me."
One of the sets of fingernails lifted off, and there was the gentle rustling of something being pulled out of Takara's clothing.
"If you are not..."
Katsumi felt the leather of a short whip being dragged across her ass. She felt Takara's body shift just before it lifted up and came down hard right above her cheeks.
Katsumi yelped, took in a couple of deep breaths, then begged, "Please, just let me go. I-"
The whip struck her again, and as she was crying out Takara grabbed her under her jaw and pulled upwards, straining her neck and forcing her jaw shut.
"There will be none of that. Just listen, do what you are told, and there will be far more pleasure than pain."
She let Katsumi go, then took a moment to enjoy watching Katsumi gently struggling, slowly twisting and flexing her wrists. She had seen this before, and it was one of her favorite parts- when the girl knew that there was no chance of escape, and had lost most of her will to resist, but still half-consciously struggled against her rope, not being able to completely accept her fate.
Takara began to untie Katsumi's wrist, feeling confident that she had beaten her into submission. She had expected it to take more that one night of being tied down, but none of the other girls had ever lasted so long, and stripped of her weapons and clothing Katsumi was now only another young woman, as vulnerable as any other.
Katsumi's wrist barely resisted, just as it had while still bound, as Takara placed it across her back and held it in place. As she held that wrist with one hand, she began to free the other wrist. Katsumi simply laid there, her eyes closed and her breathing betraying her fear. She was too scared to oppose her captor now.
Taraka finished untying her second wrist and pulled it behind her back. She positioned Katsumi's arms to be tied again, and reached for a length of rope. It was almost as if Katsumi had been able to sense that her eyes were no longer watching her, and the moment she glanced away Katsumi had jumped to life and had grabbed Takara's wrist, twisting it and using it to force her to roll off of her body.
Katsumi, her ankles still bound, lifted herself up as much as she could and pulled, trying to slide Takara's body under hers where she could subdue her. As she did, Takara screamed loudly.
The room had been built to be almost sound proof, but not completely. Takara's guards burst in, and with her feet still tied Katsumi was unable to fight them. Takara, visibly shaken, took a few minutes to calm herself. When she finally spoke it was with subdued anger.
"Well, I supposed that was foolish of me. But that will be the last time you try something like that. I will spend as much time as I need to today making sure of it."
She looked the guards in their eyes and made a motion toward the ceiling. Katsumi's hands were wrestled behind her head and held by one of the guards as the other wrapped the coarse rope around them. Katsumi was going to be punished harshly now, but she was prepared for the possibility. As the rope was pulled painfully tight around her wrists she cursed herself for acting too soon- she had caught Takara off guard, but long before the Princess had become comfortable enough to leave her a real opening. Takara was smart, and wouldn't leave herself in a dangerous position so easily. Now it would take her a while before she could make another attempt- and she would have nothing to do in the mean time but take the Princess' abuse.
The guards untied one of the Katsumi's ankles, then tied it to the other, binding her feet together. Just like with her hands, the guards seemed to make a little extra effort to see that they pulled the ropes until it hurt, but Katsumi tried to act like it didn't affect her. She was dragged over to a spot beneath where Takara had motioned to the ceiling, and her feet were tied to another metal ring bolted to the floor. Katsumi glanced up and saw that there was another ring in the ceiling with rope hanging from it. Almost as soon as she did, she was pulled up and the rope was tied to her hands.
The rope was pulled until her arms had been forced above her head. The rope had been tied such that it was free to be pulled from one end, but not the other. Takara stepped in front of her, holding the other end of it, and gave another motion to her guards. She looked back to Katsumi and stared her directly in the eyes as the guards left the room and shut the door.
A cruel smile slid onto her face as she began to pull every bit of slack out of the rope. Katsumi was forced up onto the balls of her feet, and then her toes. With a few more pulls, Katsumi was left hanging by her wrists. Finally, the rope between her ankles and the ring on the floor ran out, leaving her body not just hanging but stretched in the air. Takara continued to pull, making sure that she had put as much strain on her slave as possible before tying off the end of the rope.
Katsumi felt as if she could barely breath tied like she was. She pulled with all of her strength, trying to force something to give her some slack, but the ropes were merciless. A hand grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her head back as much as it could go so that a cloth could be forced into it. Another cloth was used to tie it in place, first being run between her lips, around her head, then over them. It was tied as tightly as the ropes, almost making Katsumi gag as it was was knotted in place.
Katsumi closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing, trying to remain calm. She was ready for this. She wouldn't break or lose herself. Eventually she would win against Takara, and this nightmare would be over.
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The whip struck her across the small of her back. Her entire body tried to pull away, but only caused the ropes to bite into the skin where she was anchored in place. She was struck again a little higher, and slowly the sting of the whip moved up her back. An extra moment elapsed after one blow, then Katsumi felt a vicious lash across the backs of her knees, catching her off guard and making her entire body tense again, renewing the pain on her wrists and ankles.
The whip made its way upward again, across the backs of her legs, up to her ass. Katsumi felt another pause, and prepared herself for another strike at a sensitive area. The whip hit her across the ass again, disarming Katsumi just long enough for the next lash to cone across her side, right under her arm, and wrapping around to hit her right breast. Once again Katsumi's body acted involuntarily, twisting this time. The next attack came in the exact same manner, only on her left side.
Katsumi tried to scream, but almost gagged on the cloth in her mouth for her trouble. Takara was good at this. She was very good at this. She wouldn't hit Katsumi hard enough to injure her skin and scar her precious slave, but she could keep this up for a very long time, and already Katsumi was feeling herself losing control. She had been forced into a psychological corner, and was almost forgetting what it was like not to be helpless and at Takara's mercy. That's what Princess Takara was trying to do, Katsumi realized; make her forget that she was every anything other than a slave.
The line of thought made Katsumi indignant enough for a moment to reinvigorate her. The Princess, however, had more than a moment. Princess Takara came into Katsumi's view, now concentrating fully on her breasts. Katsumi tried to keep her eyes open to watch Takara for each strike, but when she did she found herself looking into her cruel eyes. She could see just from Takara's eyes, and the way that they stared directly into hers, how much she was enjoying this. Katsumi shut her eyes, not being able to bear it.
The punishment seemed to last forever. It started to feel like something that would never end, that would simply be her state of being from now on. The feeling of hopelessness, of the complete inability to do anything to so much as stop Takara from enjoying this, took over, and Katsumi finally lost the ability to control herself.
She whined loudly through the gagged struggled wildly, and uselessly, as the strain on her body had not lessened at all. Princess Takara stopped long enough to let Katsumi wear herself out and crash. After a few minutes, she simply hung limp from the rope.
The whipping resumed, and it almost seemed more bearable now that Katsumi had nothing left to lose anymore. She felt like she had already been broken, and now there was just the physical pain from the whip, and the dull sickness that she now felt that from being beaten so easily.
Eventually, the whipping stopped. The gag loosened, and the cloth was pulled out of her mouth.
"I am going to let you down now. You are going to pleasure me on your knees. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Princess Takara," said Katsumi, feeling even more sick to her stomach for it.
The rope holding her to the ceiling was loosened, and after a brief attempt to stay on her feet, Katsumi, fell to the floor. Princess Takara merely rolled her onto her stomach, pulled her hands behind her head, and tied them there after wrapping some rope around her neck. She untied Katsumi's feet, and lifted her up into a kneeling position. Soon her pussy was back in Katsumi's face.
Katsumi closed her eyes and weakly began to suck on the Princess' cunt. She kept telling herself that she was only broken for now; that when an opportunity came for escape, she would snap out of it, but she felt a deep fear that this would become an empty reassurance, and would fade away, leaving her as a true slave.
The Princess grabbed Katsumi's head and rubbed her pussy all over her face as she came. She moaned in pleasure as she did so, then gently tossed Katsumi to the floor. The girl almost seemed to fall asleep as soon as she was released. Takara took one of her ankles in her hand and rubbed it. The ropes and left them bruised, and Takara would have to give them and Katsumi's ankles a rest if she didn't wish to scar them. Fortunately, she had plans in place for this.
Katsumi didn't dare to move her own body. It hurt too much. She let Takara play with her ankle before putting it down, and was half-conscious as the Princess dragged her body over to a short table and pushed her on top. She was positioned such that the table ended right below her armpits, leaving her head and shoulders unsupported and hanging over the edge. Her legs dangled at the knees, with only her thighs on the table. She didn't move an inch as her legs were tied just below the knee to the legs of the table, leaving her feet a few inches from the ground.
She felt her hands being untied. Fighting didn't even occur to her. She was somewhere else, watching this from afar as her arms were tied to the legs, just above the elbow.
Princess Takara stood to one side of Katsumi and placed her hand on her breast. She was very gentle now, and even as sore as it was, Katsumi's skin barely hurt and Takara rubbed it. Soon she was leaning over her, licking and kissing each breast. That feeling from yesterday had come back; as much as she hated being touched like this, Princess Takara was able to make it feel so good. Katsumi moaned with pleasure. She still hadn't cum from the last time that she had been so turned on, and she was comfortable enough now to forget how sore she was.
Princess Takara chuckled.
"Now, you are ready for your punishment."
Katsumi winched. She barely found the strength to respond, begging between deep breaths, "Please, Princess Takara, I'm sorry. I'm your slave now, I'll give you myself however your want."
"Yes, and that is very good, but you still have to be punished, and you have just gotten to the point where I can properly do so."
The Princess' voice came from right beside Katsumi's ear.
"You aren't really being punished as a slave until you've admitted that you are a slave to be punished. Until then, you're simply being attacked by somebody. The feeling is completely different, don't you think so?"
Katsumi didn't bother to respond. She didn't even open her eyes. She only took the opportunity that she had to rest. She heard a bit of noise as something was being placed over her. When she finally regained enough strength, she looked up to see a sort of cage and been placed over the table, resting on the sides of the table and open where Katsumi's shoulders and legs protruded out from under it. The Princess was placing candles along the bars. They were small, but there were dozens of them. She realized what was going to happen next.
She laid her head back, and closed her eyes again. Takara got up and walked away for a moment, the returned. Katsumi could guess that she was lighting the candles now. Before Princess Takara even finished, the first drop of wax fell on Katsumi's breast. She gasped weakly, and pulled even more weakly on her arms and legs. At least struggling didn't hurt as much now.
By the time the Princess had gotten up and walked away, several drops of wax were hitting her each second. They were small; the wax must have had very little viscosity. Still the number of them lit her whole body on fire. Katsumi writhed under the wax, breathing sharply and quickly. She heard Princess Takara open the door, then shut it again. The room was now quiet, and when Katsumi held her breath for a moment, she could almost hear the wax dripping onto her skin.
In her dreams, Katsumi felt her pussy being played with. She half-realized that she was dreaming, but didn't have the waking clarity of thought to think about her situation back in the real world. Eventually, the dream drifted away, and she woke up to feel Princess Takara's fingers caressing her lips.
Takara saw her open her eyes, and pushed her fingers into Katsumi's pussy, rubbing it gently.
"I'm sorry that I wasn't able to stay around for your punishment this morning, but I had other things that needed my attention. Now I have more time to give you the attention you deserve."
Takara almost purred her last few words. She untied Katsumi's arms and sat her up, placing herself on the table right behind her, with both arms wrapped around her. One hand was fondling her breasts while the other was sliding across her pussy, Takara's chin coming down to rest on her shoulder. Katsumi instinctively grabbed the hand that was on her cunt, unable to close her still bound legs.
"No, no," whispered Takara, "don't fight it, especially not this part."
Katsumi kept her hands on Takara's, but offered no resistance as her fingers rubbed her clit. Katsumi tried to tell herself that she was only allowing this to happen because she had to bide her time- it was to early to fight yet. She had to wait. She knew that this was the logical thing to do, but she didn't feel like it was the reason that she wasn't fighting; it just felt like an excuse. She didn't know why she was letting this happen- whether she just wanted the physical pleasure that badly, or because she had already been tamed, but she didn't feel the desire to fight, and it was scaring the hell out of her.
Soon she was working her hips and biting her lip, almost ready to come. Takara seemed to know exactly when to stop and pull away, leaving Katsumi desperate for more. She thrust her hips uselessly for a moment, then realized something else that scared her- she was so used to being tied up that it took a few seconds for it to occur to her to do it herself. She reached for her pussy, only to be stopped when Takara grabbed both her hands and pulled them back.
"No, not yet, not like that. Let me show you true pleasure, the pleasure you can only get as a slave."
Katsumi was really starting to hate the way that Takara spoke to her. It grated on her, humiliating her. Princess Takara folded Katsumi's arms behind her back and began to tie them intricately. Katsumi felt her freedom melt away again as she felt the ropes encircling her, then tighten, then being tied off and tugged on playfully by the princess.
After her legs were untied, she was led over to the mat again. This time she was laid on her back, and her ankles were tied to the rings again. Princess Takara straddled her body, holding her down by the shoulders as she kissed her on the lips. Some more rope was produced and wrapped around Katsumi's neck, then tied off to another ring, holding Katsumi's head in place.. The princess took a minute to tighten everything up, leaving Katsumi completely immobile.
Princess Takara stood up. Katsumi watched her as she stripped off her clothing, tossing it aside. She lowered herself down again, laying her body on top of Katsumi's.
Katsumi closed her eyes as she felt the Princess' naked skin press down on hers. She felt arms wrap around her body, caressing it all over. She felt the Princess' lips kissing hers, her neck, and her shoulders. She felt her legs wrap around one of hers, grinding on it as a hand squeezed her breast. Everything felt so good, and deep down Katsumi started to hate herself as much as Takara for being so weak.
She felt Princess Takara get off of her, and watched as she walked over to a set of drawers. She opened on and pulled out a short, smooth wooden rod that was bent in the middle. Takara knelt over and began to insert the rod into Katsumi's open pussy. Katsumi used what little slack she had to grind on it as Takara slowly pushed it deeply into her.
After she had inserted it up to the bend, she sat on top of Katsumi again and began to insert the other end into herself. Soon she was working herself on it, and Katsumi as well in the process. Katsumi moaned and cried out as she finally felt the release of the orgasm that she had been waiting so long for. Princess Takara seemed to cum as well, but only thrusted harder and faster. Katsumi's orgasm became a second, and in time, a third. By the time Takara finally stopped, Katsumi was sore and exhausted. She let out one final moan as the rod was pulled out, leaving her empty.
Princess Takara laid back down onto Katsumi, resting her head on her breasts. The Princess dozed off with a smile. Left with nothing else, Katsumi soon joined her.
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Katsumi opened her eyes, only to see that it was nearly pitch black. She was alone again; Princess Takara must have left while she was sleeping. She shut her eyes, trying to stir her limbs. She was barely able to move before the ropes stopped her, stubbornly holding her naked body in place.
She groaned as she strained her arms and legs, instinctively trying to stretch them. Most of her body hurt. Her muscles and joints were sore from being tied up so tightly all night. Her skin still seemed to sting a little from where she was lashed with a whip and burned with wax, and her pussy was sore from the abuse that it had taken.
This was the second morning that she had woken up like this. It wasn't going to be the last.
Part 2
Katsumi tried to close her eyes and return to sleep, but found herself too restless. She had spent a long time tied to this mat now, and was starting to realize how long it had been since she had eaten or had anything to drink. Now that her body was getting used to the ropes and the pain, she was starting to notice all of the things that she had been too scared and exhausted to notice before.
Her hunger began to weigh on her more and more as the time passed with no way for her to know when Takara would be back. The Princess could have walked in at any moment or she could have left Katsumi there all day, however long that was. Oddly, Katsumi started to wish that she could play with herself, her pussy starting to cry for her to pleasure it.
She couldn't figure out why at first, but then it dawned on her: sexual pleasure was the only type of stimulation that she had received since being captured that wasn't pain. She had been given no other type of relief, and now her body was starting to crave the one thing that it could hope to get. Katsumi shuddered at the thought that she would soon be begging Takara for sex.
When the door finally opened it seemed to shut again with an unusual amount of haste. Katsumi, unable to lift her head up very far, strained to get a glimpse of sunlight, but was too late. Then she smelled it- food.
She began to struggle again, dreading what Takara would make her do for it- if she didn't simply tease her with it then take it away. The Princess said nothing, merely untying her feet before undoing the rope around her neck. As Takara pulled her up, directing her to kneel on the floor, Katsumi noticed that something seemed wrong. Takara would usually take her time when tying or untying Katsumi, caressing her skin and watching her slave as she squirmed. This time, she seemed to be in somewhat of a hurry.
Princess Takara placed a bowl of rice and some fish on the floor in from of Katsumi. She looked her prisoner in the eyes and very slightly motioned downwards. Katsumi needed little encouragement and bent over to consume her meal.
Eating with her arms bound wasn't easy, but she wasn't going to complain. The Princess played with her as she ate, brushing her hair out of her face and rubbing the back of her neck. When she finished, she took Katsumi's chin and gently pulled he upwards again. Katsumi looked her in the eyes briefly, and saw something that she hadn't seen in her eyes before- she was nervous about something.
Without a word, she removed enough of her clothing to reveal her pussy, and taking the back of Katsumi's head, pushed her into it. Katsumi suppressed the urge to resist, going to work immediately. Something was going on, and she had to be ready to take her chance if it came. She probed Takara with her tongue, looking for the spot that would get the Princess off the fastest. She felt Takara's hips gently thrusting as her hands held her head in place. Takara began to moan, then inhaled sharply before letting out a satisfied sigh.
Princess Takara let go of Katsumi, turning around to fix her clothing. Finally, she spoke.
"It seems that your timing has been even more fortunate for me than I had at first expected. There is something that you are going to have to do for me."
Takara turned back to Katsumi and sat down right in front of her, straddling her legs and placing her arms over her shoulders, her forearms crossing right behind Katsumi's neck. She took in a deep breath, thinking for a moment for the right words.
"I have run out of time. My father has found a husband for me, and is not taking any excuses this time. I have been fighting this since before you came along, and thought that I could get rid of him as I did the others. He and my father , however, are being... insistent. I have run out of options, save for one."
She made sure that her eyes were meeting fully with Katsumi's, wanting her full and absolute attention.
"You are going to kill my father for me. You, I am afraid, do not have any other options either. I can not take you with me, I can not simply release you, and I can not leave you here and merely hope that those loyal to me can take care of you and hide you for the rest of your life. If this marriage were to go through, I would be forced to have you killed."
Princess Takara pressed closer to Katsumi, pushing their breasts against each other and placing her face side-to-side against Katsumi's, her mouth right next to her ear. One of her hands held the ropework keeping Katsumi's arms bound, squeezing their bodies together, while the other slipped between them and down to her cunt.
"I want us to have a long, happy life together. This is as dangerous for me as it is for you, even more so perhaps, but I really don't have a choice."
Katsumi was struck with Takara's apparently sincerity, as if she believed in the deepest depths of her heart that Katsumi genuinely wanted to be her slave, and only had to come to realize it before she would be happily willing to spend the rest of her life tied up and being molested. As cautious as she was, she seemed to have completely deluded herself.
Katsumi began to grind against Takara's fingers as they slipped into her pussy. It felt too good not to.
"Now, here is my plan-"
Princess Takara pulled Katsumi's head back and poured the contents of the vial into her mouth. Not taking any chances, she held Katsumi's nose shut to force her to breath through her mouth, making sure that she had swallowed the liquid.
It was a slow-acting poison, the antidote to which Princess Takara would give Katsumi after she had killed Lord Nakamura, returned to Takara, and allowed herself to be tied up again. Katsumi could choose to simply kill the Princess, then try to find the antidote on her own, but she doubted that Takara would be carrying it on her, or have it conveniently labeled to separate it from whatever other poisons she happened to have.
Of course, Takara was counting on Katsumi to value her own life over freedom. Katsumi wondered if Takara had even considered that she might just decide that ending both their lives would be worth it to her. Katsumi wondered herself if she would; she couldn't see herself surrendering again. She needed a better option.
"That should be long enough," said the Princess, interrupting Katsumi's thought. "The poison should be well within your system now, so trying to throw it up will be pointless."
Takara chuckled as she looked down into Katsumi's eyes.
"I plan things very thoroughly."
Katsumi felt the ropes binding her arms loosen, then open up to free her completely. She stood up, wobbling unexpectedly, before gaining her balance. Everything was stiff and sore; she would need the few hours before the planned attack to prepare her body for action again.
Princess Takara dressed her in the robes of a servant girl, fixing her hair and giving her a few of the tools that had been stripped from her after her capture.
The Princess knew when and where her father would be alone for a few minutes today. It was a habit of his to take some time in solitude by a shrine that he kept inside of the estate slightly after noon each day. If Katsumi hid in the shrine and killed him just after he entered, exiting immediately as if he had found her there and ordered her out, she could slip away before anyone knew what had happened.
When the time was ready, Katsumi made her way into the estate. She was highly skilled at blending in, moving with a confidence which made her appear as if she belonged there. She quickly reached the shrine, ensuring that nobody took any notice of her on the way. Now she simply had to wait.
Almost an hour later, the door slid open and Lord Nakamura stepped in, his servants closing it behind him. As he sat down, a hand clamped over his mouth and a blade took position against his throat.
"Listen quietly, if you want to know who it is that wants you dead."
Takara had been thorough- but she didn't know how to think like Katsumi did.
The estate had nearly broken into chaos. Word was going all around that the lord had been murdered and that his bodyguards were keeping the shrine in which his body lay shut until his eldest son arrived. Nobody had paid much attention to the servant girl as she slipped outside into the gardens.
This was all part of the deal. In exchange for sparing his life, Lord Nakamura would have his guards tell everyone that he had been killed. This needed to last long enough for Katsumi to surrender to Takara and receive the antidote. Afterward, Nakamura would send his men to rescue her and deal with the Princess.
Katsumi wasn't sure how harshly he was would treat his own daughter. Not being able to get revenge personally was a downside, but perhaps this kind of betrayal was the best kind of revenge that she could hope for anyway. She could see that the Princess would take this very personally.
Lord Nakamura was pacing back and forth when his eldest son entered.
"What is this all about, father?"
"Can you believe that your eldest sister has tried to have me killed?"
"Takara?"
"You won't believe why, either," he said, too preoccupied to even look up at his son. "I am now obliged to let everyone except my four closest men think that I am dead for a few more hours."
Lord Nakamura stopped in front of the shrine and stood motionless in thought. He had expected attempts on his life from many people, but never his eldest daughter. He wouldn't have been surprised if his eldest son had tried something like this; he was certainly cold enough to-
Lord Nakamura realized his folly, turning around just in time to receive a knife into his heart. Moments later, a brief fight broke out when the four loyal guards were announced to be his murderers. Then there were only two people left alive who knew the secret.
"It's done."
The Princess smiled, relief visibly washing over her.
"Excellent. Now, hurry up, remove your clothing, and get on your knees. I can't leave a dangerous weapon unsheathed, can I?"
Katsumi closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn't want to do this. She had no choice, but giving herself up to be a slave again, even for a short while, felt like the hardest thing she would ever have to do. Just as freedom had begun to feel like a distant dream that she could hardly believe had ever been real, being tied up and used by Takara now seemed like a nightmare that she had just woken up from, something that felt more like it had been years away than mere hours away.
She enjoyed her freedom for one last moment before obeying Takara's command and stripping off her clothing, kneeling on the ground with her hands placed submissively behind her back. She quietly shuttered as she felt the Princess's hands fold her arms in place, followed by the texture of the rope on her bare skin. Her reality shifted as the rope tightened, her freedom draining away and the cruel helplessness seeping in to replace it. Takara took some time as she wrapped the rope around Katsumi's body to fondle her breasts, then tied it off, leaving her arms pinned to her body again.
In the space of a few minutes her entire world had changed. She was a slave now, completely at Takara's mercy again. Katsumi now existed only for Princess Takara's pleasure, her own will and desires being mere phantoms with no meaning in reality.
The Princess' hand reached down from behind Katsumi and pulled her head back. A small glass vial was emptied into her open mouth, and her head eased back down so that she could swallow. Takara knelt down to embrace Katsumi from behind, pressing Katsumi's naked body against hers.
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"You deserve something special tonight. Something to celebrate our future together.."
Takara pushed Katsumi forward, forcing her to march over to the mat on her knees. The Princess stopped her just as her knees lined up with the metal rings that her ankles had been tied to, then pushed her face down onto the mat. She felt rope being tied around her leg, just above her knee. The same thing was done to her other leg, followed by the sound of the metal ring being moved.
Katsumi's leg was pulled to one side, the tension on the rope holding it in place. She heard Takara move to the other ring, then felt her free leg being pulled to the side as well, spreading her legs. Princess Takara grabbed the inside of her knee and pushed her legs apart a little more, making Katsumi wince as her hips came under strain.
The Princess tied off the rope, leaving plenty of tension on either side. She took Katsumi's foot in her hand, caressing it, then folded her lower leg up to her thigh with her foot almost touching her ass. Katsumi tensed her body and let out a barely audible whine, just loud enough for Takara to hear it.
"Oh, don't worry, you won't be noticing the pain at all soon, and I need your pussy nice and open for me."
Takara ran rope around Katsumi's thigh and tied her ankle down, then tied her other leg in the same position. Katsumi groaned and tried to shift her body around to relive some of the pain on her hips, but was unable to move herself in any direction. The Princess only giggled and ran her hands along her body, pleased with the slave's current position.
Something suddenly pushed up against Katsumi's pussy, making her body tense again. It was large and smooth, and to Katsumi's horror, began to force her pussy open and slide inside. It moved in slowly, spreading her cunt open as painfully as her legs had been. Katsumi gasped, and had to force her breathing as the object invaded her. It pushed in deeper than anything had been before, and if Katsumi had had any control of her body she would have lost it now as sensations of both pain and pleasure rippled throughout her body.
Just as Katsumi began to breathe again, a knock came at the door. Takara cursed as she rose and answered it. Some words that Katsumi couldn't quite hear were exchanged between her and the guard before she walked back over and leaned down to speak.
"It seems that there is some terrible news about my father," she said with gleeful insincerity, "and I am being looked for to be told at once. I'll go perform for them, then run back here to 'grieve' in private. It will be more than worth waiting for".
The Princess left the room, shutting the door and leaving Katsumi in the darkness. This was it. Katsumi smiled through her pain, laughing quietly to herself as she imagined Takara's reaction to seeing her father still alive, and aware of her plans. She laid there, counting every second until the guards came to release her, feeling the beating of her own heart. It skipped with every slight noise that she imagined that she heard, the sound of the door opening playing over and over inside of her head.
Katsumi's body jumped as the door opened, only to go cold as it shut again quickly. Takara's voice came like an arrow into her chest, filling her with shock and terror.
"It seems that my father has been slain," said the voice, laughing like an excited little girl. "They showed me his body."
Takara's hands grabbed Katsumi's hips as she positioned herself behind her again.
"But it's ok, because you're here to comfort me."
Katsumi's brain began to race, trying to figure out what had happened. How could this be? What could have possibly happened? Her escape had completely disappeared, and now there was only hopelessness.
The object began to move, first slowly then with increasing vigor as Katsumi's breathing grew deeper and faster.
For a second time she lost herself completely and struggled wildly against merciless ropes, grunting as every muscle in her body fought in panic and desperation. She let out a scream through her teeth, then held her breath as she felt her body about to collapse.
"The feeling is divine, isn't it?" asked Takara, seeing her slave unable to contain herself. "...and this night will not be over for a long time."
The adrenaline that had been running through her system died away, leaving Katsumi in nothing but exhausted despair. She began to notice the orgasm rising in her body, and soon her hurried breathing was exactly what Takara wanted it to be.
Takara watched in pleasure as Katsumi gently struggled against her ropes, slowly twisting and flexing her wrists. This was her favorite part- Katsumi had lost her will to resist, and was slowly beginning to accept her fate.
Katsumi was naked, as usual, kneeling on the floor as the blacksmith finished attaching the chain to a ring that he had just installed into the stone floor of the estate. She still couldn't figure out what had happened, but as predicted Takara's brothers didn't care much what their sister did, as long as she stayed out of their hair. Katsumi was being moved inside of the estate itself, the Princess' room being her new home.
A metal collar had been placed around her neck, attached to a chain which was now being permanently linked to the metal ring on the floor. Everything had been fixed in place by the blacksmith, and would not come off without his tools. There would be no escape from this.
For the first time, Katsumi had sex with the Princess without being tied up. Resistance was pointless, and Takara knew it. Katsumi submitted, ashamed at how much physical pleasure Takara had been able to make her feel. As the Princess laid on top of her, having dozed off for the night, Katsumi felt her past melting away, everything gone now except for her slavery. Her eyelids became too heavy to keep open, and she began to join the Princess in her sleep. There was nothing she could do now; it looked like Takara had won.
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