The Blazing Tempest

DISCLAIMER: This story is a non-commercial work of fiction based on the anime/manga Samurai 7. Original copyright of Samurai 7 belongs to Akira Kurosawa, Shinobu Hashimoto, Hideo Oguni, MICO, GDH, GONZO. Absolutely no monetary gain has been made with this work.


THE BLAZING TEMPEST
By Rory V. Pascual (Edited by Saiyukihana)
© Original Version 2001; Samurai 7 Version June 26, 2006


Chapter Thirty-Two

Kanbei was lying face down on his bed, his wrists and ankles firmly secured to the bedposts. Before he could even catch his breath, he jerked at the bite of the lash on his back. If he looked in the mirror, he would see that his back would definitely have become a map of crisscrossing angry red lines. Then again, the concubine knew that his wounds would disappear by morning, thanks to the malicious demon who has been treating him.

The Warrior who was inflicting these injuries was sneering down at the helpless man. "Can you not even give me a little gratification by crying out, Little Taisho?" Hyogo asked him.

"What's the point in doing so, Master?" said Kanbei in turn, flopping his head back down on the incense-scented covers. "I've gotten used to this kind of treatment. Perhaps in the old days... Now, it would seem false for me to pretend to be in agony when I am not."

"That is what you say," the Horsemen remarked, as he picked up a tiny teardrop from the whoremaster's cheek with his finger. "But your eyes speak otherwise."

Releasing the bonds, Hyogo flipped the older man over onto his back, the sudden movement causing Kanbei wince. The Warrior had placed tight clamps on his nipples, which were attached to small chains that reached down to the ring around the base of his member and scrotum. Hyogo gave those chains a cruel jerk. The concubine bit his lower lip to stifle the cry in his throat and turned his head to the side.

"Don't you get tired of doing this to me?" Kanbei queried. "We don't always have to play these...these games."

"These sick games, you mean." Hyogo pinched the clamp tight around the concubine's left tit hard that blood was drawn. "It gives me pleasure. Why should I stop? I've never been the kind of man for kissing and fondling to begin with."

"Maybe it's because you haven't had these done to you."

"Oh, but I have. With Shichiroji, in fact. But I never got any satisfaction out of it. It was he who introduced me to these little games." The evil warrioir smiled dreamily. "It's unfortunate that Ukyo has been taking up most of his time. I would have enjoyed a tryst
with him. It's been a long time. I love the way his fiendish mind works -- both in the battlefield and in bed." Hyogo noticed the strange expression on the older man's face. "Are you jealous, Little Taisho? True, you are beyond compare in bed. Shichiroji, however, is more inventive. There is nothing he would not want done with his body."

"But that was because you and the Amanushi have twisted him back then. This is now. Shichiroji has changed."

"Do you think he hasn't? Ah, my sweet catamite! When are you going to get it into your thick skull that if Ukyo hadn't beaten him to you, Shichiroji would have claimed your innocence first fifteen years ago. He said as much that he wanted variety in your relationship, that he wanted to see you play wife to him."

Kanbei closed his eyes, remembering the man who was his trusted right hand -- his patience, his stories, his warm smiles. There were no signs of malice in him.

"If he had asked me to play his wife," Kanbei began softly, "I would not have denied him."

Hyogo was incensed at the objection in the concubine's face because he declared, "You believe him to be an honorable man? Appearances could be deceiving, and Shichiroji is a Master of Deception."

// No, you're wrong. // thought Kanbei, stopping the urge to shake his head. // Shichiroji isn't like that. Before...it...happened, he was a good man, a good friend. The only man I trusted. Perhaps if I hadn't...// The whoremaster squeezed his eyes shut to quell his tears. // It's my fault, isn't it. It's my fault all along. It was I who sowed the seeds of anger and hatred in him. I shouldn't have betrayed him. But...but...I couldn't stand seeing him being abused...//

"Why are we talking about Shichiroji anyway?" Hyogo demanded. "Look! You want to weep over him again! Even back then, you were always crying over Shichiroji."

"It's...it's because I failed him," Kanbei whispered. "He was my friend and I failed him."

"Don't give yourself all the credit! He was a fool, just as much as you. Shichiroji should have seen how Ukyo desired you the minute he set eyes on you. He manipulated the both of you into getting in the position that you were that night. Ukyo knew that you would not resist seeing your dear wife being fucked. His plan worked out too well, however. Shichiroji escaped that night. But although Ukyo lost a whore, he had gained another. And you are much prettier than our precious Samurai."

Despite the painful clamps on his body, Kanbei turned his back to the insane warriior. "Please! Let's not talk about Shichiroji anymore!"

"You're right!" laughed Hyogo. "I should be enjoying myself this evening."

The concubine felt the samurai spoon against his raw back. He was unable to hold back his gasp as Hyogo entered him dry. As the warrior viciously thrust into his flesh, Kanbei bit his lower lip so hard that blood was drawn. Hyogo's right hand was roughly pulling
on his clamped tits, while his left was stroking his engorged cock.

Wanting to keep his mind off the pain and the cruelty, Kanbei blurted out, "What is your wish, Master?"

That question brought Hyogo to a halt. "What did you say?"

"What is your wish, Master?"

Their bodies still joined, the samurai flipped him over onto his back once more. With a feral gleam in his eye, he asked, "You've seen it, haven't you? The demon."

The whoremaster shook his head, wondering if he had made a grievous mistake in asking the warrior this. "No, I haven't actually seen it face to face. But I have talked to it. It told me about the wish that I was supposed to make on my Master's behalf. But I have four
Masters. I thought I should ask."

"Why that is so considerate of you!" Hyogo declared, caressing Kanbei's cheek. Then, he slapped the concubine hard in the face. "Do you take me for a fool? Even if I tell you my wish, I know that you would not ask this of the demon."

"How could you be so sure, if you don't tell me? Like the demon said, I have four masters. It said that I must choose. I swear, Hyogo-sama. I will not tell anyone what we've spoken about, especially not to Amanushi-sama."

Hyogo mused deeply. "Now that you mention it, I haven't actually given it much thought. A wish, a wish. So many things to wish for. Same as Ukyo, I would like the world in my hands -- to conquer, to destroy at my whim. Riches, perhaps? But I would have it if the world will be mine. I could also wish for you -- to have you for my whore for all eternity. But I would probably get tired of the same old fare. Sooo many choices."

Kanbei swallowed hard, wondering if he should still ask this question. Knowing that there was nothing more that the samurai could do to hurt him, he got his courage up and timidly queried, "If...if you're going get tired of me, Hyogo-sama, could...could you not,
instead, give your wish to me?"

The warrior stared at the older man incredulously. Before Kanbei could act, Hyogo pinned him down and forced himself upon the concubine. The cry that the evil samurai had been waiting for was drawn from Kanbei's throat as the flesh of his channel was torn
with every thrust, that blood trickled down his thighs.

Panting, Hyogo exclaimed, "Do...you...think...I...would...waste...my...wish...on...you? YOU'RE WRONG!" At the last, he spilled his copious seed into the whoremaster. Yanking his still firm cock out of the battered flesh, Hyogo stood up, grabbing Kanbei by the hair and forcing him up to his knees. Seeing that beautiful, tear-filled face gazing up at him, he declared, "Do you want my wish, Little Taisho? You must satisfy me first to get it. Now, open your mouth!"

Kanbei sealed his lips tightly, shaking his head. But Hyogo took fistfuls of the concubine's hair and bent his head back, prying his jaws apart with hard fingers.

Positioning his now hard erection at Kanbei's mouth, Hyogo roared, "TAKE IT, YOU LITTLE SHIT! TAKE IT I SAY!"

Suddenly, there was an angry whinny. From out of nowhere, Moeru charged towards the two men. With a fierce head butt, the colt bumped the warrior off the bed.

"YOU AGAIN?" cried Hyogo from the floor. He searched desperately for his katana, but realized that he had left it in his chamber.

Kanbei was clinging tightly to the furious colt. "MOERU! STOP IT!"

But Moeru was kicking out, foaming at the mouth. His black eyes were blazing with flames to do the insane samurai serious harm.

As Hyogo stood up, he pointed an angry finger at the animal. "I know what I'm going to wish for! I'm going to wish that little animal to suffer the most agonizing death! I'll have you roasted alive on an open fire! I'll be laughing as I watch you die and I'll be eating
your tender meat!"

Moeru broke free from Kanbei's grasp and leaped for the ranting warrior. He was making loud noises with his teeth, his coal dark orbs focused on the thing hanging between Hyogo's legs. Realizing what the colt was about to do, fear overwhelmed the samurai. Remembering the near loss of his manhood to the colt, Hyogo dashed out of the chamber, Moeru in hot pursuit, and banged the door behind him.

When he was gone, Moeru gave a disgusted snort. Smugly, he trotted over to the bed and leaped into the surprised concubine's arms.

"Moeru?" Kanbei asked in bewilderment. "Where the hell did you come from?"

The colt gestured to the opening behind the mirror. He knew that the passageway led to Shichiroji's chamber.

"Did Shichiroji tell you to guard me again?" the concubine queried.

Moeru gave a snappy nod, his mane flying.

The whoremaster could not help the relieved smile that formed on his lips. Although he knew that the Samurai was not there, he could still envision Shichiroji's handsome form in the mirror.

"Thank you, Moeru," whispered Kanbei as he embraced the colt. "And thank you, Shichiroji, wherever you are." Recalling how Hyogo wished for a gruesome death for the little horse, he mused to himself, // One down. Three more to go. //


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