Little Lotus: Yomiko’s Enslavement

In feudal Japan, Yomi must give herself to the samurai to save her family. Yomiko’s family owed much to the samurai Sozumi—and their only treasure was pretty daughter Yomiko.

(Mf, bond, nc, ws, Mf, drug)

By: Punchinello for Pulp Erotica

Japan, Warring States Era

The ox cart trundled awkwardly along the rutted road to the castle of the local lord. Beautiful young Yomiko did not know why she had been sent to this place, told to obey the samurai Sozumi with a faithful heart. It was all very frightening.

The wooden castle loomed before her, dark in the afternoon shadows, with the sun behind it. The noble sweep of the roofline, the towers pointing to the sky, and the elegance of the wood carvings all around the pavilion were a wonder to her eyes. The girl had never been as close as this; it made her heart pound.

They went across the first moat, past many people coming and going in their business with the lord or with one of the samurai houses, and came to a stop inside the courtyard near the magnificent castle gate. The carter motioned for her to get out. She would walk to Sozumi-san's door from here.

Yomiko self-consciously brushed back a strand of hair and gazed all around. The noise and bustle was new and strange to her. She knew this castle was not large compared to others, but it seemed enormous to her, with the highest of walls, the most daunting of samurai soldiers striding about with their swords. Sozumi did not live inside the castle—it was only a military headquarters during attack. Instead, his house was outside, within this bustling courtyard, a splendid house for a powerful samurai. She was ushered in without ceremony.

"You, Yomiko, good and beautiful child, you are the daughter of Tafuru Bukkei?"

"Yes, Sozumi-sama." She bowed and averted her eyes from the heavy-set man. She kept her hands clasped in front of her as she kneeled.

The warrior paced in front of her, arms locked behind his back. "Your father owes me six baskets of rice and three chickens. Do you know this?"

"No, Sozumi-sama," the girl said. She stared at the mats and only glanced at him. He was older, perhaps forty—grizzled, as warriors often are.

"Your father has sent you to me, Tafuru Yomiko," the man said, raising her chin to look into her eyes. "You will pay his debt." The blood rushed to her face. This could mean only one thing. "I will take my pleasure with you for nine nights."

The room swirled around her. She wanted to scream in protest, but only a pitiful yelp came from her throat. The powerful samurai raised her up. "You will obey my command," he said, "or I will punish you."

Sozumi was a glowering mask looming over her. Yomi stepped back, still bowing instintively. The samurai's eyes were dark and menacing, his manner severe. He had a noble face, powerful and confident, and he was tall and muscular. Yomi gasped at the thought of giving herself to him like the daughter of a peasant; she was only just of age for marriage and still very much a virgin.

Dinner was brought. It had been a long ride in the ox cart, but Yomi could hardly eat the rice and eggs. Sozumi drank sake like a man dying of thirst. "Come to me, little lotus," he said thickly. "Come to your master."

Yomiko backed away, clutching her kimono closed. Sozumi's fell open, revealing his heavy frame, his bold tattoos. He nearly cornered her, but she slipped away. Her mistake was to retreat to the sleeping pallet. The futon offered nowhere to hide, and the samurai caught the girl by the back of the kimono with one hairy fist and pulled her to him with a laughing grunt. "You will not slip away from me, precious flower," he growled. "I have caught little fishes in brook, little birds in the air, and I have caught you!"

Sozumi threw tiny Yomi on the pallet and tore at her kimono. "No!" she cried weakly. "Please no!" But the strong samurai pulled her back toward him and tore the kimono open, exposing her small, soft breasts.

"Pleasure me, little one," he growled, "or you will know the pain of my hand."

Yomi lay back and allowed him to spread her legs, pull open the bottom of her kimono, and expose her nakedness to him. He pulled open his robes and exposed himself. His member was thick and stiff. It sent a feeling thru Yomi which she could not admit even to herself.

Sozumi read the look that flashed across the girl's face. "You will feel it inside you, eh? Take it up in your honey pot."

"No!" Yomi cried, the tears flowing from her eyes. But the samurai pulled her toward him at the edge of the pallet, kneeling before her, and lifted her middle to meet his own. Yomi turn away from the shame, but Sozumi pressed his penis against the pink flower at her center. She gasped, whimpered, and gasped again as the hard manhood penetrated her.

Sozumi thrust inside her eagerly, hot and hungry for the young girl. Yomi wept, angry and ashamed, but feeling the flow of her woman's wetness all around the powerful man's penis. She lost control over her emotions, weeping and gasping.

The powerful feel of his masculinity took her breath away, making her pant and moan as Sozumi thrust into her again and again. But as he gave a heavy groan, Sozumi pulled back too far and his thick, red penis flopped onto Yomi's belly. His scrotum pulsed with semen and spilled it all over her pink flower as he tried to jam it back in. The white fluid splattered messily over her red girl-slit, and the sight made her writhe only more even as her face and breasts burned with shame.

He fell over her heavily, rolled half-over, and let out a tremendous belch that surely would have caught fire if there had been a flame near. Yomi pushed him away and tried to stand, but the big man caught her loose kimono again and jerked her down beside him.

She lay still for a long while in hopes of escaping him once he fell asleep, but Yomi's luck was not so great. When she tried to slip away again, hoping only to curl up alone in a corner, the warrior awoke from his slumber and pulled her to him again.

"You displease me with your childish ways, girl." He tore the kimono from her shoulder completely, exposing her nakedness again, her soft, smooth skin flushed and warm. "I will punish you now."

"No!" the girl gasped. "Please, master, no!" But it was too late. The big man dragged the half-naked girl thru the house and into a room where ropes and chains, wooden stools, and weapons lay scattered around and hanging from the walls. "No! Oh, no!" the helpless girl gasped.

Sozumi stripped her completely, uncovering her perfect, nude form at last. Her nipples were hard and dark in the cool air. "Please, Sozumi-sama! I will please you better, I promise!"

The big warrior backhanded her across the mouth, shocking her with his strength and casual violence. "I will punish you with ropes and whips, little one," he grunted. "You will learn the taste of the lash!"

He caught her arms and twisted them behind her back. Pinning them together with one strong hand, he snatched up a length of rope and bound them at the wrist. Then he ran the rope down, between her legs and up again on the other side, between her small breasts. She gasped as he tied it around her throat. "Oh, master samurai, please don't do this!" she begged. "I will be a good concubine for you. I will pleasure you in any way you wish!"

The big man leaned close to her and growled in her ear, "This is the way you will pleasure me...." With that, he struck her hard across the bottom with the flat of his hand, cracking a hot red welt on her pale cheek.

"Oh!" she cried. "Oh! No! Please!" But there was no stopping him. Sozumi smacked her hard again and again, raising the blood in her backside and flushing her bottom red. "Oh master, I beg you!"

Sozumi picked up a leather whip and walked around her. She could barely stand for the pain in her bottom that weakened her legs. The samurai took her bound arms and pulled her to one side, where a length of chain hung from a rafter. There, he slid a wooden pole thru one link in the thick chain and under Yomiko's arms and fastened it with a leather thong.

Now the girl was bound in place, able to move only around the middle of the room, until the chain pulled her up short. But the whip licked across her back and arms suddenly and made her legs buckle. She let out a terrified scream and dangled painfully, gasping, pleading desperately to be allowed to service her new master sexually.

Sozumi wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and laughed a low, hollow laugh as he walked around her. "You wish to satisfy me, little one?"  His cock was thick and hard, jutting from his groin like a spike. "You will satisfy me." He squeeze her little nipples, making her squeal and whimper, stuck his thick thumb in her mouth—daring her bite. He circled behind her again and gave her another lash with the whip. Its hot lick left a narrow welt across the small of her back and caused her to arch violently, her small breasts jutting forward, nipples still hard and pointed.

"Please, master," she begged. "I will suck you in my mouth with pleasure. I will spread my legs for you. I will do anything!"

"Yes!" he said, and lashed her again. "You are mine to do with as I please!" And he slid his hand between her legs. "Do you want my cock between your thighs?" he taunted.

"Yes!" she cried.

"Do you want to taste it in you mouth?"

"Yes! Oh yes!"

"I have a taste for you!" he howled, and he pointed his swollen dick at her and spurted a long stream of hot urine on her breasts and belly. Yomi cringed and shut her eyes tight as the warm fluid hit her and ran down between her legs.

"Oh! Oh!" she squealed. The samurai spun her around in place and pissed down her back, spattering the yellow fluid all over her arms and back, even down her red bottom and between her thighs. The powerful warrior clenched her around the neck and pulled her close, jamming his thick member between her legs and clutching at her pussy with the other hand. He fingered her roughly as he thrust his cock back and forth along the lips of her pussy. The were wet with piss and sex juices, swollen with anticipation.

Yomiko had never known such mixed emotions. Her sheltered life was a dreary repetition of lessons and courtesies. This was messy, filthy, painful, and humiliating. She surrendered completely.

"Fuck me, master," she begged. "Fuck me roughly like a prostitute!" Sozumi thrust his dick into her, penetrating the thick folds at last and burying his member deep inside her. She bucked and jerked on top of him, groaning heavily when he fingered her, found the hard button of her clitoris, and stroked it masterfully.

"You little cunt," he grunted. "Take it all and beg for more!"

"Yes, master! Oh, yes!" And the bright lights of orgasm flashed in Yomi's mind and set off ripples of pleasure thru her, from her flushed face to her pink toes. She trembled in Sozumi's powerful arms as he spurted inside her and collapsed, exhausted and spent.

The samurai unchained her and let her slide to the piss-spattered floor. He left her hands tied in front of her and pulled her to a wash bucket where she could clean herself. She washed herself quickly, soothing her welts, averting her gaze from him again, wary of sparking his temper. Then she followed him to the sleeping pallet and curled up beside him, naked and silent.

Yomi awoke to the sound of whinnying horses. Sozumi was out of bed, standing at the window. His powerful buttocks flexed as he walked into the other chamber. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her nude body. The samurai put on his kimono and took up his swords.

The frightened girl could hear the shouts of men now outside now, and the clang of blades. Bandits were all around inside the courtyard. They had probably bribed some guards to let them cross. But even just as Sozumi went out, the window where he had been standing burst open and a crashed thru. It was a bandit, dressed in leather armor and wielding a flashing sword.

"No!" Yomiko screamed, putting up her bound hands. But the bandit grabbed by the arm and pulled her over his shoulder. The crossed the room, snatching at the valuable boxes and decorations, stuffing them in a sack. The naked girl clung to him for fear of falling to the floor, but he shoulder her as easily as a sack of grain. "No! No! Let me down!" she protested. But the man only huffed and carried her out the window over his shoulder.

The girl heaved a groan as she was thrown across the back of a horse, her pink bottom exposed in the moonlight. Some of the bandits were fighting the samurai, but some were looting the houses nearby. A fire licked up the side of one, and many people rushed for buckets to put it out to keep it from spreading. The strong bandit who had captured her mounted his horse and reined it around to call to the others. Yomi could see little more of the fighting, but a bloody hand lay among the stones in front of her. She became dizzy and lost her senses.

The bandits raced back across the bridge over the moat, back toward their lair in the hills. The samurai split, some trying to follow quickly, but others staying behind to dress themselves properly in their fine armor. Yomiko faded in and out as they went, seeing little in the darkness.

The bandit pulled Yomiko down and carried her into a broad-mouthed cave with a high roof and men standing guard in the rocks above. In a little side chamber, he laid her down on a sheepskin pallet, and Yomi scrambled back and covered herself with a sheepskin.

The man had a rough face, young but beginning to show the same grizzled look as Sozumi. But where the samurai's eyes displayed cruelty, the bandit's showed amusement. He offered her some rice-bread and water. Yomi drank eagerly, only to find that it was not water at all but sake! The girl coughed and sputtered and set the container down awkwardly while the bandit laughed. Yomiko turned away, embarrassed, but the young man leaned closer.

"I am Giroku," he said with a bow. "I am the leader of these bandits." She bowed in return and told him who she was and why she was bound at the wrists in Sozumi's bed. He pulled the sheepskin away to look at her naked body, reddened with the sting of Sozumi's treatment, and untied her hands.

Giroku retrieved a salve in a little ceramic jar and took a dollop in his hand. Yomi lay back and let him spread it over her welts. It was soothing, cool, and fragrant, like the blossoms that grew near her home. The sake made Yomiko light-headed and drowsy. She barely protested as he spread the ointment over her bare breasts and hips, along her arms and down her legs. Then he turned her over and spread it gently on the lashes, his strong hands shameless and sure.

The bandit leader pulled off his clothes, laying them aside in the candlelight, and lay next to her among the sheepskins, still caressing and stroking her. His manhood was hard and warm against her thigh. Yomiko's mind was clouded by the powerful drink, but she knew what she must do.

She rolled over to face Giroku, gazed into his eyes. When he spread her legs, she looked away, but took him on top of her without protest. In the dim light in the little cave chamber, she felt his muscled body on her, still glistening with exertion of attacking the castle town, pillaging the samurai's house, and capturing his concubine.

His cock was a stiff and curved. It slid inside her easily, finding her pink clit moist and ready. Yomiko breathed deep and moaned as the bandit pushed into her. He licked her tender nipples, tongued the underside of her small mounds. It made her swoon all the more, and soon she was moaning heavily, matching his thrusts, gasping for him to hurry. "Yes! Oh, yes!" she whimpered. "Please, oh please! Now!"

He spurted inside her, fat globs of jism filling her belly warmly, but continued to thrust as Yomi gasped and groaned. At last, her own pleasure filled her, made her shake and whimper more. Tears flooded her eyes as release took her completely so soon again after her rough deflowering by Sozumi.

They lay together as they light of morning crept across the floor beyond their little chamber.

Yomiko was sent home that day, walking most of the way, but finding a cart to take her the last hour or so. She wore anther woman's kimono, plundered on some other night she supposed.

But her father was not happy to see her. "You dishonor us," he said sharply. "You disobey my order—my own daughter! Bah!"

"I am sorry, father," the girl wept. "It was not my desire to disobey you. I will return to Sozumi-san."

Her father sighed. "I know this service is hard, but is it so bad to serve such a noble samurai?" She said nothing. Apparently, her father did not know the extent of her "service." "This attack does not wipe away our debt, Yomiko. You must go to Sozumi and serve out our obligation—eight more nights."

"Yes, father."

So back she went to the castle town, heart heavy with dread. The wounded and dead had been carried off. There was an extra guard at Sozumi's house. "Sozumi-san is dead," he told her. "He was murdered last night in the street like a dog."

"Oh!" said Yomiko. Her mind reeled. She stepped away, lost in uncertainty, then turned back again. "May I ask you to inquire on a matter for me?"

When the guard returned, he told her that Sozumi's son would see her. He was the head of the household now and would assume all responsibilities. Yomi was brought in to the same rooms where she had been ravished so cruelly before and knelt before the son of Sozumi. The samurai turned to face her. "Yomiko," he said.

"Giroku-san!"

The bandit samurai touched her face. "Little lotus," he said. "I am pleased to find you return to fulfill your obligations to my father's house." He opened her kimono and exposed her small breasts. "Very pleased."

"Yes, Giroku-sama," the girl said with a modest bow.

All models are 18 years or older, regardless of the text.