The Descendant

Wei Lin was so taken aback at first that she could not be certain of what she found. Quickly she realized the truth of it; Toth had become aroused by their conflict and now his hard erection was resting against her cheek. She thought at once of biting down on the stiff appendage, but feared the rage that would send him in if she weren't able to stop him. Instead, taking a quick instant to slow the thrashing of her body, she took a gamble. With a sigh, she opened her mouth, willing a surge of saliva to flow from her. Then, slowly so as not to alarm the large man, she settled her open mouth over his covered organ, moaning deeply as she did so, sliding her body between the stone and the man's upper torso. Wei Lin placed deep kisses over his sex, lapping out with her tongue and searching for the flared head. Even covered as it was by his tatami, she could feel the mushroom shape flaring under her probing tongue, a tell tale trace of salty discharge settling into the obscuring fabric. A soft groan rumbled through the large man and escaped his lips as she continued to lavish his erection with her tongue's affection. Seconds later, the man's large hand locked on her throat once more, but not choking this time, simply holding her in place. She slipped both of her hands from where he had trapped them and covered his hand in hers, squeezing assuredly. With another grunt, Toth pulled himself from upright, removing his cock from her panting mouth. A moaning whine escaped her lips until she heard and felt him struggling to remove the ties of his tatami. Instantly, she heard the fabric whisper as it fell to the ground, then she felt the heat of his bare erection as he stroked it over her upside down face. She flicked out with her tongue, catching a stronger sample of his salty discharge as she managed to lap over his crown. With a simple thrust, he filled her mouth with his cock, pushing it back into her throat. She tried to do as she had been trained to do in her house and opened her throat to welcome his impressive girth. She pistoned her head back and forth, taking more and more of him into her gaping maw until she felt his heavy sack resting against her nose. She held him fully within her until her lungs burned for air, then she pulled back gasping. Without waiting, she ran her tongue along his length yet again, lavishing his sex with her spit. Quickly, she felt Toth pull his cock from her mouth, but before she could offer a complaint, Wei Lin felt his heavy balls dropped into its place. Again and again, the geico ran her tongue over the large and hairy orbs, sucking first one then the other into her hot mouth. With another, more verbal groan, Toth pulled his balls from her mouth, only to thrust his long cock back into her. This time, instead of Wei Lin sucking and loving his member, Toth, his hands still locked on the girl's throat, held her tightly as he began fucking himself into her mouth. Wei Lin held her mouth and throat open, allowing him to access her as fully as he could and marveling at exactly how deeply he could reach. Once, after how many minutes of taking her mouth, Wei Lin could never tell, Toth thrust himself fully into her yet again, locking his meat in her throat. With his cock satisfactorily in place, the large man, unlocked one hand from her throat while tightening his grip with the other. His free hand, she discovered, moved like a serpent down her body and between her legs. Without a thought, Wei Lin separated her thighs, allowing the man's hand to fully explore her inner core. With practiced ease, Toth's fingers found Wei Lin's eager clit, stroking and pulling it from under the cover of her hood. She mewled and gasped pleasantly around his cock.

Her mewls of pleasure turned into needful grunts as Toth moved his finger downward, using his two, middle digits to fill her open and leaking cunt. With that done, the large man began fucking his cock back into her throat with the same pace as he fucked Wei Lin's sex with his fingers. As he continued thus, pumping faster and faster, she locked her fingers about the hand around her throat and squeezed. Toth hesitated a second, but not enough to slow his driving fucking, before he squeezed, blocking and locking off her air with his cock while also pinching the supply of blood to and from her brain. Wei Lin's spirit threatened to race from her body, riding wave after wave of ecstasy, feeling herself slipping from the conscious world even as her needful hunger kept her locked in place, chained by the mixed vibrations of pleasure and pain that wracked through her. She found herself pondering at her rapidly building orgasm, wondering if she could die from the sensations and, finally, not caring if she did. Toth's pacing began to quicken and falter, his rhythm faltering and failing until, inevitably, his cock pulled back from Wei Lin's mouth until the mushroom head was all that remained locked by her lips and his seed sprayed forth, coating her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Wei Lin shook uncontrollably in the wake of her own thunderous orgasm.

Oh, mother, she thought quietly, you were right. You were so right.

12.

"What you need to understand, Wei Lin, is that Sugai, or men like him, if they were to capture you, they would torture you both physically and mentally."

"Mentally, Sensei?" Wei Lin asked, her hands self-consciously pulling at the bindings biting into her wrists, the bindings that tied her in a standing position between a pair of maple trees.

They had awakened early that morning. Wei Lin, despite the rawness of her spent emotions, slept like a baby under her sensei's watchful eye. He roused her at the first sign of the sun lightening the morning sky. She bade her to dress in her fighting kimono, handed her a long package to carry and ordered her to follow him. She did as she was commanded. For most of the morning, the pair walked silently through the woods that bordered the samurai's home. Miyamoto offered no words as traveled and Wei Lin felt it improper to speak first, so she continued onward, familiarizing herself with the area as well as her sensei's broad back. At long last, they came to a slight clearing and Miyamoto glanced around approvingly.

"This will do," he said as he laid down his own pack and began to break out military camping gear that looked both old and well cared for. With practiced ease, the samurai set about setting camp. With that complete, he gestured for Wei Lin to sit as shared a breakfast of dried fruit and bread with her. She ate slowly despite how hungry she felt, and shared a whispered conversation of topics of little to no import. Finally, their meal done and the clean-up complete, Miyamoto stood before Wei Lin and asked her, quite soberly; "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Hei, Sensei, quite sure."

With grim determination, Miyamoto bowed to Wei Lin. She, in turned, bowed deeply to him. With a gentle, guiding hand, he led her to a pair of twin maples and bade her to stand equidistant between them. With her waiting there, her sensei returned to the bag that he had had her carry from the dojo. He opened it and pulled forth a length of thin, braided rope and an equally thin, but long strip of fresh-cut bamboo. Holding the bamboo in his armpit, the sensei returned to Wei Lin and dexterously used the length of rope to tie each of her wrists to each tree until she was nearly dangling, the balls of her feet straining to reach the ground.

"Mentally, Wei Lin. They will call you all forms of horrible things, threaten you and when threats don't work, they will beat you down body and spirit until they get what they want from you."

"But, Sensei, what could they want from me?"

"Anything, Wei Lin," his sober answer filled her with trepidation, "and everything."

With no further word, Wei Lin heard the high whistle of the bamboo cutting through the air. Even through her kimono, she could feel the sharp sting as the flexible wood bit across her upper buttocks. For a moment she hung there, waiting the next strike. But as she did, she realized that the pain of the first began to ebb quickly. She could almost feel the long welt that had formed on her flesh as the area around the strike filled with blood and turned almost pleasantly warm.

"Are you well?" Miyamoto asked just over her left shoulder.

"Yes, Sensei, please continue."

With a newfound awareness, Wei Lin could almost feel her sensei return to his former position, raise the instrument in his right hand, then bring it down again, just below his first strike, cutting from the upper right cheek to her upper left thigh. She thought she would be prepared for the sting this time, but she wasn't and the pain caused her to rock slightly as the strength in her knees gave way and she hung by the bindings on her wrists.

"Do you yield, you stupid sow?"

She was uncertain the voice behind her was from her sensei, as cold and filled with venom as it was. Wei Lin made to turn about to see who had taken his place when the switch sang out in the air again and made contact with her bottom, this time crossing upward from lower right to left, crossing the previous two strikes and setting her flesh on fire. She cried out in her anguish and tried to jump forward to escape the pain in her rear. Of course the bindings at her wrists caught her short and set her swinging, the pain in her wrists vying for equal attention with the burning cuts on her ass.

"Where do you think you're going, you fucking whore? You can't escape me that easily."

Now Wei Lin was certain that something horrible had gone wrong, that someone had come up and killed her kind and loving sensei and was now going to do the same to her, only more slowly, one cutting lash at a time. Tears blurred her vision as a hand gripped tightly in her hair and pulled her steadily back to the balls of her feet. Her adrenaline and fear further robbed her of her senses and she was certain that the man she saw from the corner of her eye was not her beloved sensei, but someone else; someone darker and more horrible than she had ever dreamed in her rarest, childhood nightmares.

"Oh, I see," her tormentor continued, roughly gripping her tender ass with his offhand, "I've been too easy on you, eh? Very well."

Wei Lin's every sense screamed out for her to wake up from this horrid dreamscape as, with but a single tug, her captor wrenched down her tatami and displayed her bare flesh to the open air. Faster than she could believe, he then gripped her kimono with both hands and ripped it up the middle of her back as if it were so much rice paper. Her flesh now bare, he ran his hands slowly across her back, taking time to firmly grip her ass where the welts blazed.

"Do you yield yet, whore?"

Wei Lin closed her eyes, preparing herself for the worst, for whatever degradation she was going to be forced to suffer at the hands of this unknown animal and, as his hand brought the lash down upon her again and again, this time tracking its course across the pale skin of her upper back, she began to notice something peculiar. The pain continued to grow exponentially at each strike, but the warmth of her skin was beginning to set her flesh to tingle and, as a strike actually succeeded in opening her flesh, freeing the rushing blood pooling beneath the surface, the resultant trickle awoke in her pleasurable sensations as it trailed its way lazily down her spine. To her amazement, even as the lash continued to fall, Wei Lin found her nipples beginning to stiffen in response to the new stimuli and the flow of blood from her open wounds was quickly matched by the flow of juices beginning to ebb from her blossoming cunt; a trail that soon flowed down her thighs.

Finally, her tormentor brought his blows to cessation. As he moved up to her, her heightened awareness feeling every point where his body might touch hers, she knew that this was no stranger; no foreign tormentor. She knew wholeheartedly that it had been her sensei all along, playing a role as he trained her in this newest education.

"Are you alright, Wei Lin?" His voice was so sweet, full of worry and worn by his exertions on her flesh.

"Please, Sensei," she gasped out, her husky voice quitting on her. The samurai checked her sleepy eyes quickly before reaching up to undo the bindings at her wrists. Weakly, she pulled herself away from him. "No!" she called out. "Please, Sensei, more."

Her sensei stepped back, raised his arm and brought the bloodstained bamboo on her again and again, crisscrossing old welts and driving her onward into an exhausting world of both pleasure and pain. As he struck, she could tell that his blows were coming more quickly, more urgently and she pictured them together, as she had imagined those many nights where she masturbated herself to sleep in the warm glow of his candlelight and shadow. Again and again he struck until her mind could think of nothing but the exquisite pain. Finally, she uttered a rasping gasp, and then slumped forward.

Miyamoto rushed to her side, checked her quickly to make sure she were still breathing. Seeing her eyes fluttering, trying desperately to open, noting also the heavy beat of her heart in the pulse at her neck, the samurai quickly grabbed a knife and cut her free. Catching her in his arms, he lifted the battered woman and cradled her to his broad chest. As he carried her to the standing tent, Wei Lin looked up to his concerned face through red, bleary eyes. She wondered how she could tell him; how she could thank him. With nothing more than a strip of bamboo, Miyamoto Kojiro had become the first person, other than herself of course, to bring Wei Lin to orgasm.

13.

The salty tang of Toth's orgasm lingered on her tongue even after Wei Lin had swallowed his seed. She was amazed by how wonderful the sensations were and couldn't help but continue sucking at the sensitive member even after it began to soften. She wanted him hard again, couldn't help but want him to roll her over and take her soaked cunt with his hardness. She wanted him to thrust into her, to choke her, to use her however he would want, just to feed that dragon, the gift from her mother that stirred from its long slumber within her. She mewled helplessly as Toth's semi-stiff member was pulled forcibly from her mouth. She reveled at the grunts and moans she heard issuing from the powerful man, as if in giving this part of herself to him, she had defeated him as thoroughly as if they had battled to the last. She had to admit that she was feeling as if she had been through a serious struggle herself. However, unlike Toth, she could feel her energy revitalized by their encounter, wanting more, ready to give him everything and anything he could want if only he would choke her harder, trap her more tightly and fuck her for all that he was worth.

"Please," she barely recognized her own voice through the need, "please take me. Use me."

Toth paused, his hands stroking lovingly across her sweat-soaked flesh and she shook with pleasurable tremors at the contact. Her consciousness was coming aware, now, waking and shaking the sleepy afterglow from her mind's eye. She began to stroke his body with her bound hands, running it over his bare chest, finding the edges of his coarse kimono and gripping it, pulling at it urgently. But still, Toth continued to pause, uncertain despite that fact that, against her right shoulder, he was growing hard again. She reached for his stirring appendage and cupped it gently, lovingly in the palms of both hands. She coaxed it into growing harder still with her hands and soft cooing until her lover pulled himself from her hands and roughly grabbed her at the base of her skull and lower back. With a mighty heave, he flipped her about until her stomach was at the wheel's edge and her sopping sex was positioned and ready for his intrusion. She felt him play with the head of his cock at the entrance to her passage.

"What?" The voice of Saki came from some dream distance away, not actually real. So shocked was her other captor by the display before him that his voice seemed to break into a high, nasal falsetto. Wei Lin smiled. "What are you doing?" he screamed.

Her lover pulled himself from her and she could hear the rustle of his clothing being pulled quickly back into its proper position. However, Wei Lin could also not help but note that he had moved himself between her and Saki, seemingly either to block the view of her bare sex or to protect her. She wondered if it could have been both. Her hidden smile grew. Saki stormed over to them, blocked by the girth of his associate. She sensed a brief grapple between the two before both men stalked to the far wall of the mill. She could hear Saki whispering to his opposite, but even though she could not make out the exact words, it was the way he spoke that told her all she needed to know.

"Well," he finally said aloud, stalking back, "if the little whore is feeling up to this bit of exertion, then she must be ready for another round of questioning."

She could feel the threat in his voice and the pent-up anger that fueled it, but it held no real truth for her. In fact, it was all she could do to keep herself from smiling or laughing in his face. There was one piece to the puzzle she still needed, and with it she would be certain of her next move.

A pair of strong hands gripped her roughly by the shoulders and she instantly recognized the hardness hidden by cloth that rested against her thigh. She allowed herself to be pulled along, noting every contour, every angle and curve of her counterpart and, most importantly, how it fit along with the curves of her own. She was ungraciously hoisted and rehung on the hook, feeling the tips of her toes grating against the wood floor of the mill as she swung lazily in place, prepared at last. The whip flew anew against her back as if it had never came across her before. She felt the strength of the blow, could feel it from the tip of the treated leather up the coiled braids, through the wooden handle, even to the source of every muscle in the hand, arm, shoulder, torso and legs of the weilder. She gasped, not in pain, but in renewed ecstasy and wondered if her assailant could tell the difference. In her truest self, she knew that he could. The whip fell again and again until the world blurred down to the pinpoint of reality that existed only for those who marvelled at both pain and pleasure and felt the same exultation at each.

Somewhere along the blissful path, with her muscles weak and the wounds of her back reopened and weeping, the rain of leather ceased. Wei Lin missed it and wondered at what exactly that meant.

"Alright, fancy whore," Saki chided her and this time Wei Lin did manage a smile against her right arm as he pulled her hair to bring her face to face with him, "I'm only going to ask you this one time and if I don't get an answer I like, you won't have to worry about answering any questions for anyone ever again." He pulled her until her neck was sore with the hard angle, all to bring the point of his threat home. "Where is Miyamoto?"

Wei Lin moved her face upright and angled it until she was certain she was staring into Saki's face. "Why, he's right behind me holding the whip." The fingers loosening in her hair was almost as gratifying as the initial pull. "But, you already knew that, didn't you Lee Jin?"

14.

Wei Lin could not be certain how many days she stayed in the tent deep in the woods behind the dojo, recovering. She slept long into the days, ate little but drank heavily, gulping at the cool water from a nearby spring that her Sensei walked to every day to fill buckets for them. He bathed her, applied a cooling balm to her back time and again, and kept her warm with his mere presence even at the coolest times of the night. Deep in her fevered mind, Wei Lin felt every touch of Miyamoto's, every kind gesture was a sensual caress, every sweet word, a lover's whisper. In her dreams, they were mad lovers, dear and needful and urgent to be within one another. Even upon waking, when he checked over her slowly healing wounds, she gasped and moaned and knew that he knew it was not from the discomfort alone, but mostly for the need of wanting his touch to be harder, his need to be primal and for him to slake his every need with her. She dreams once that her mother is sitting at the nearby campfire. She goes forth to speak with her, but when she arrives she sees only the dragon that resided within her mother's need. When she looks for Miyamoto, who has lived within her dreams since the day they first met, she sees only, flying out from the tent they shared, its scales glittering in the dim moonlight, was the dragon that she felt laying into her flesh, cutting into her with its claws and tongue.