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Thread: Deadly Associates (Alpha and PixieDust)

Eliza was in her element as perfumed and expensively heeled guests of the island resort passed by mingling. The general holiday attitude around was infectious and it was with this that she regarded the clean shaven man with dark hair in front of her. Of noble birth, the woman wore it without thought and used its intricacies daily in the maneuverings of her work. As he hesitated before speaking she smiled enigmatically, Ah, one of these gentlemen. Produced with the brass Zippo lighter, Elizas hand elegantly swept out, palm up, to receive it. Leaned in with fingers closing around the object, Max might notice the scent of sandalwood before she straightened. Indeed. I suppose thatll do then. She examined the lighter for brief moments before a sly smile appeared contact had been made with the American agent. Enjoy the view. With that, the woman turned on her heels with long hair at her back silkily following and threw over her shoulder before leaving, Eliza Talbot, if you wish to find your lighter. If Max did not react quickly Eliza would mingle with the holidaying guests to disappear.
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Thread: The Star of Sakura House (Poppy x Crushedbyheels)

Taro had been nothing until he met his Goddess. His parents had died when he was very young, in some battle or bandit raid, he didn't even remember. They hadn't been much even then, farm laborers living in some pathetic shack that burned along with everything else. Taro found himself young and orphaned, alone on the streets, making his way by wandering and taking whatever work he could, usually the kind of work no one else was willing to do. He'd been working at a butcher's, carrying loads of offal, when his Goddess had found him. He had his own room for the first time in his life, he ate better than he ever had before. His Goddess had reached down into the dirt and raised him up. He hated her. Every year he scraped together enough money to buy himself free. Once he'd gotten a little money above survival to work with, it turned out he had a gift. At gambling, at making deals, at talking fast and walking away with fuller pockets than he'd started with. He'd made his money the second year he served her, ready to walk away, to leave her sadistic imagination behind him and use his new found skills to make his own way in the world. He could do it. He knew he could. He was sure he could. And then his money would disappear. Some of it, even, in gifts to her. Because he loved her, too, in some horrible sick way, and hated her for making him do it. He wasn't very tall, but he was extremely fit and muscular. His arms and stomach rippled, his chest was bulky and powerful, in a way that attracted the eyes of women on the street when on display. And it WAS on display, because it was far too hot to haul the cart all the way back to the house fully clothed. He was naked from the waist up, sweat pouring down those eye-catching muscles as he pulled the cart along. His face was handsome, in a rough kind of way. He dropped the cart at the door, panting. Something in the back of his mind was nagging at him. His Goddess must want him, some sixth sense always told him when she did. That bitch. He wasn't sure if he meant his Goddess or the Mother, who'd sent him on the errand in the first place. Suppressing a curse, he hurried still covered in sweat and dust to his Goddess's room, stopping just before he entered to walk in humbly like a servant, head bowed. Forgive me Mistress, he said, stepping in. But I was sent on an errand by the house mother.
Thread: The Star of Sakura House (Poppy x Crushedbyheels)

Before her faithful servant could even slide open the door, his stench announced his arrival. For all of the dirty things that Kiku engaged in, she preferred to be clean. While most girls had to schedule their visits to the communal bath in Sakura House, she could go in whenever she wanted. And typically, that involved kicking her fellow courtesans out and bringing her servant in to help cleanse her. The red eyed girl would force Taro to clean every inch of her body, including her toes. Sometimes, when she was feeling particularly vindictive, Kiku would even have him service her pussy after taking a customer. Her customers paid high prices, and they expected to cum inside of her. So she would force Taro to use his mouth to lick every little bit of a higher ranking mans cum out of her. As he bowed low and reverently, she made a face, sitting up to admonish him. You reek, Taro. Mother sent you off on such a task? She wanted to say something in regards to Mother using her personal servant, but she couldnt. Not if she wanted to retain her position as Mothers favorite. After all, there were plenty of ears in the House, from the servants down to her fellow prostitutes. And they were all looking for a way to get ahead of her. Instead, she pursed her lips, thinking the unkind thought to herself. I cant have you stinking up my private quarters, Im taking my highest ranking patron later, and hell smell your sweat. She covered up her mouth with a sleeve covered hand. Come, help me up, Taro. Lets go to the baths and get you cleaned up, in order to serve me. I cant believe youre such an oaf Her eyes wandered his body, liking the muscles he developed. Honestly, he could easily overpower her. Kiku had no strength whatsoever. But, she was the one in charge. I'll have to light my best incense to get rid of the smell, it's a shame I have to waste it on someone like you, who can't even enjoy it properly. Kiku continued to speak down to him, even as he helped her to her feet. She pulled out the folded cloth at her breast, using it to wipe her hand clean of his touch.
Thread: The Star of Sakura House (Poppy x Crushedbyheels)

Yes Mistress, he said, gritting his teeth. If any man had spoken to him like that, he'd have broken their jaw. If any other woman had spoken to him like that, he'd....he didn't even know what he'd have done. He wouldn't have stood for it, that was certain. Her words were like daggers in his gut, cruel and cold as ice. But as he helped her up, feeling her slender arm in his powerful, muscular hands, he never even considered harming her. He hated her, gazing in longing at her beauty, and he hated the way his whole body thrilled at the thought of going to the baths with her. I should be clean for you, and for the clients. Thank you for wasting your precious incense on me. He couldn't make himself blame her for cleaning herself off. He WAS a sweaty mess, after all. Though considering what some of her clients did to her... There was that thrill again. And that little possessive, jealous twinge he always got when she was going to see a client, especially a regular. How could he hate her and want her so much at the same time? Lord Daigo is coming today? he asked, humbly as he could manage, as they made their way to the baths. The room was empty, just steaming hot water floating into the air as they stepped inside. It's not his usual day.
Thread: The Star of Sakura House (Poppy x Crushedbyheels)

Kiku lead the way, loading up her kiseru again and smoking it as they went. She didn't care that as they walked, she was blowing the smoke in his face. The way how she walked across the tatami mats in her heavy robes, it looked as if she floating with the way she glided. Honestly, there had been many in the House who accused her of being a demon. Her attitude and red eyes certainly didn't help to dispel the rumors. A part in her reveled in the rumors, as they simply helped to build up her mystique. Since it was essentially mid day, all of the lower class courtesans had to be out on the porch, attempting to attract customers. Business was always slow in the afternoon, but picked up in the evening. There were many nights in Sakura House where the evening turned to early morning, and there was still a line of customers out the door, wanting to see their favorite girl. Due to this, the baths were empty. A servant was waiting outside the door, one of the younger girls who was recently purchased. The Oiran asked of her to bring a change of robes in for her servant, the child bowing and rushing off quickly. Kiku was careful to put out her pipe and put it away in her sleeve upon entering, not bothering to move to help him, instead staying a distance away and watching him. Rinse yourself off. Be certain to scrub every inch of your body until it's red. She gave orders in her matter of fact manner. And when you're done, you can soak for a minute or two, but no longer. Kiku was planning on standing there the entire time, to make sure he bathed to her specifications. Spread your legs, and be certain to wash your disgusting bottom, lest it stink up my rooms. It seems the Lord is in need of my attentions....I suppose he finds his role in life to be very stressful.
Thread: The Star of Sakura House (Poppy x Crushedbyheels)

No matter how many times he was naked in front of her, he couldn't get used to it. Those red demon eyes seemed to strip deep inside of him, making his nakedness feel all the more vulnerable. As he peeled off his pants to reveal his thickly muscled legs and, more importantly for her enjoyment and his embarrassment, his low hanging cock. He stepped into the steaming water, feeling it up to his knees before her last instruction. I can wash my... he stopped and took a long, deep breath. Yes Mistress, I'll be clean for you. Watch carefully. He grabbed the soabs and cloths and began to work, lathering his muscular body. The way she stared at him gave him chills, made him feel weak and small. He'd almost say like a child, but there was nothing childish about the thrill she poured through his body. Nothing childish with how his cock hardened under her gaze. He tried to hide it by plunging into the water as quickly as he could, but the water was clear and hid nothing. So, like always when she did this to him, he used it. If she wanted to look, he'd give her a show. The lathering became a game almost, a dance for her, showing off his body. After all, she had to enjoy looking at his body didn't she? Even as that evil red scare stripped him to the soul, she'd chosen him and used him, she must like what she saw. He lathered his muscular body, his ass, and the shaft of his cock, showing himself off for her, but never daring to look her in the eye.
Thread: The Star of Sakura House (Poppy x Crushedbyheels)

Kiku's eyes roamed over his body, silently appraising him. She had used him frequently for her own pleasure, especially when her patrons wanted too much of her and gave her nothing in return. Taro was always there, silently waiting in the adjoining room, for her beck and call. No matter how outlandish her demand, he was always willing to apply himself to the best of his abilities. As she watched, a pale hand reached up to touch the comb in the center of her elaborate hair decoration. It had been one, beautifully engraved with peach blossoms, given to her by Taro as a gift. Perhaps in another life, things could have been different for them. But in this life, he was beneath her, and there was little he could do to change that. She watched as he preformed for her, breath hitching in her throat. He was irresistible like this, getting clean. As she watched him preform, the girl slipped back in with the simple cotton robe for Taro. Instead of slipping out, as quietly as she came, she stayed to watch. Kiku spun around to face her, scowling, and striking her across the face. What Taro was doing was for her eyes alone. The small girl cried out and ran away, dropping the robe on the ground. Kiku grimaced, bending over to pick up the robe and allowing him to glimpse her ample cleavage. Very good....I'll waft some incense over you that the Lord enjoys, in order to truly mask your disgusting smell. Kiku demeaned him. You must have came from fisherman stock, because you sweat the smell of rancid fish. Remember how lucky you are to be here, and show your gratitude.....I want you to keep soaping up your cock. Get it very clean, Taro.
Thread: The Star of Sakura House (Poppy x Crushedbyheels)

She used him, degraded him, and then she slapped another woman for even looking at him. The girl was Mitsu. He'd seen her staring at him before. A lot of the girls did, though they all knew better than to do more than that and he knew better to encourage them. She didn't really deserve the slap, but it sent a thrill through his body when Kiku hand struck her all the same. His eyes locked on his Goddess's cleavage when she bet over, hungry for every inch of her glorious body they could find, but what made him tremble was the posessive way she banished the servant girl. Because in the end, however much it felt like he hated her, he was hers. She might not be his, but he was hers, and there was nothing in the world he could do about it. And right there, with her glaring down at him, he wasn't sure he wanted to. He'd despise her later, when she made him do something cruel, when she was wrapped in Lord Daigo's arms, when she did one of a billion things to make his life a living hell, but he'd come back to her too, and he hated her because they both knew it, and because it made him love her all the more. He didn't speak on her command, just lay back in the water to give his Goddess an unrestricted view and began to wash his cock, lathering and pumping it, making sure she saw him slide his soapy hands over every inch of it, making ti grow as hard and long as he could. It wasn't hard, her insults always inspired him. Before long he was soaking and jerking at a long, thick, rock hard cock, the embarrassment of his exposure lost in the aching need to please his mistress.
Thread: The Star of Sakura House (Poppy x Crushedbyheels)

Kiku's eyes weren't straying away from him for even a moment. She approached him across the floor, going to take a seat on the edge of the tub and get a front row view for the show. She seemed entranced by his hard work, having always found his body to be pleasing to the eye. In a life where she had so little control, Taro was a man she could control completely. His entire existence revolved around her, and she found that to be addicting. She licked her painted lips as she watched his cock grow, turning a red shade thanks to his hard work. That's good Taro....keep going. Kiku encouraged him, a grin on her lips as she watched him pleasure himself. You must tell me before you reach your peak....I want to make sure that you deserve to. Her small hand dipped into her collar, tugging her collar to the side slightly to reveal the pale flesh of her collar bone to him. It was a small act, but meant to encourage him onward, to give him something to spur him forward.
Thread: The Star of Sakura House (Poppy x Crushedbyheels)

Yes Mistress, he said hoarsely, no longer bothering to pretend he was washing but gripping his cock and jerking it with sharp, swift strokes. He wondered, not for the first time, how he'd ended up under her control. Not how he'd gotten the job as her servant, how he'd reached a place where he would so willing masturbate for her on command. How he'd become hers, and she'd become his Goddess. But his mind didn't wander far, not with her promising to reveal her body again. Not even though he knew any pleasure he got from her would have to be paid for. She was fully as sick and twisted as the most horrible of her clients, and he was always her favorite guinea pig for whatever nightmarish game she'd come up with. The thought was more than a little exciting, which probably answered how he'd become hers. He was twisted too. The head was more than red, it was starting to turn purple, when he finally called out. I...I'm going to cum soon, Mistress, he managed.
Thread: The Star of Sakura House (Poppy x Crushedbyheels)

While he continued to beat his cock, she had casually began to lift up her sleeve. Doing so would reveal her delicate wrist, turning it over so he would get a good look of the underside. Kiku then took the sleeve all the way up to her shoulder, her other arm going to trail down her own flesh. She could touch herself as much as she wanted. But Taro? Not without her express permission. And very rarely was such granted. As he revealed that he was to cum soon, she darted her hand under the water. She moved to grip his balls, which were heavy with his seed that he needed to release. Kiku tugged on them firmly, knowing that the sharp pain would keep him from cumming. There was a twisted smile on her lips as she watched his face, to see how he would react. If you cum right now, you'll be taking my sharpest toy in your ass as punishment....but, I bet you would like such filthy things, wouldn't you, Taro? She wasn't going to let him cum right then. Oh no. She was going to make him wait, force him to listen to her fuck her client later that evening. And then, perhaps if he was very good, she would rub his cock to orgasm with her feet while he sucked her pussy clean of seed.
Thread: The Star of Sakura House (Poppy x Crushedbyheels)

Taro choked back a scream as she tugged his balls. He knew, KNEW she was going to do something cruel to him, but it hadn't done any good. He'd been too busy watching her body, watching her peel the kimono sleeve back to reveal her bare skin, watching her caress herself. She'd twisted his mind again, and he'd fallen for it. Just like always. Of...course not....mistress, he managed, slowing down the pace of his jerking off. But since she hadn't told him to stop, he kept going. Part of the cruel trap he'd fallen into was that the more she degraded him, the harder a time he had pulling himself out of it, and her cruel smile and clutching fingers were drowning him in a deep well of pure subspace.
Thread: The Star of Sakura House (Poppy x Crushedbyheels)

She allowed him to continue stroking his cock, pleasing himself. Her hand still gripped tightly to his swollen balls, flexing her grip once every few seconds to feel how his balls slipped in her tiny hand. It was in moments like this, where she was causing such pain but absolute pleasure, that she felt any pride in her work. She giggled at the sorry state he was in, gripping harder. You're lucky that I even touch you with my hands, you know that, don't you? You're not deserving of any of this, you ought to be dead. You're lucky I came along when I did. She drew her hand back, moving to slap his engorged tip. Stop pumping your cock. I want you to serve me for the rest of the day, aching for your release. She stood up, going to dry her arm off on his clothing before setting it on the edge of the tub. I'll put a toy in you, to remind you of your place. And if you dare to cum without me knowing, you know I'll find out...your cum always stinks so much. Kiku moved towards the door, back to him, glancing over her shoulder.
Thread: The Star of Sakura House (Poppy x Crushedbyheels)

He jerked as if she'd stabbed him as her hand struck the tip of his cock. She really could just pick him up, twist him, mold him in her hands like clay. When she released him he collapsed back in the bath, panting heavily, hands lifted far away from his cock. It was still rock hard, fat and purple headed and throbbing, desperate for release. Her warning of a toy made him nervous, but he'd taken her toys before and right then he was too shattered and shocked to raise any objections. He was almost to broken to speak, until he realized that could put him in even more trouble. Yes Mistress, he said, pulling himself out of the tub and reaching for a towel to dry himself off. After all that, his night had only just begun. ---------------------------- Daigo was a very, very, powerful man. He was the son of a powerful man and a powerful woman, both from powerful families, which had BEEN powerful families for generations. he had every reason to believe his family would be powerful for generations to come. Even as the second son, Daigo had a level of power and responsibility in local government most people could only dream of. And twice a week--three times this week--he ran away from all of it and hurried to Sakura House to hide. Physically he wasn't very powerful. He was tall and elegant, so handsome he was almost pretty. His body was athletic but slender, and he'd never had much skill with anything more physical than running, and sometimes it felt like his mind was just as weak. That all the responsibilities of tradition and family and his position were crushing down on him, ready to crush his head open like an egg. It felt like all his power was killing him, eating him from the inside out...except in Sakura house. Except when he was with Kiku. Daigo wasn't happy to see her servant waiting on the steps. The brutish, overly muscular peasant always made Daigo uncomfortable. Luckily he didn't seem to talk much, and the hulking ape just led him to Kiku's chambers and left, leaving the tall elegant lord to step into the only place he felt safe--Kiku's presence--on his own.
Thread: The Star of Sakura House (Poppy x Crushedbyheels)

Kiku was waiting on her patron for the evening, sitting up, prepared to receive him. She had sent Taro down to fetch him, a common task for him. Of course, after escorting the Lord to her rooms, it was then Taros task to become invisible. A servant girl waited outside the room instead to fetch anything that might be needed. But Kiku was a very careful in setting up the room to suit whichever guest she was seeing that evening. So the servant was very rarely used, unless hot tea or more sake was requested. The Oiran had ensured that a small table of food was set up, all of Lord Daigos favorites. If he was coming to see her for a third time this week, she had a feeling that there had to be something wrong. And he could be in need of some comfort. Her shamisen was close at hand if he would enjoy some music before they would get into the intimate parts of the evening. Lord Daigo was the sort of man who adored to be dominated and put in his place. However, Kiku knew she couldnt treat him the saw way she treated Taro. She still had to respect his station in life. But, to Kiku, there was nothing sweeter than hearing Daigos moans of pleasure as he was typically tied up with rope and she stepped on his weeping cock with her delicate feet. To help this, another table was laid out with her favorite toys, including the ones that the Lord favored. At the sound of the door opening, Kiku got in position to bow to him, having to respect that he was a higher rank than her in life. Good evening, My Lord. Please, leave your worries at the door and come into your dream. She spoke sweetly, using a tone she never used to Taro.