The Phoenix in a Foreign Labyrinth

Chapter 5 – Training

Some days later, Alice having already been well served by Yune, they were lying together naked on Alice’s bed when Yune said, ‘Mistress, I am now ready to tell you about that which you asked.’

Alice said nothing, but turned to face Yune, who began to recount the terrible story.

‘I have not been truthful about my origins,’ Yune began. ‘I was not a “poster girl” as I have led you and others to believe, but a bond-servant. Some long-dead ancestor of mine had incurred a great debt he could not repay, and so as a punishment, his daughters and their daughters and so on until eternity became as slaves. Or rather, worse than slaves – although we were educated as the girls of any well-to-do family would have been, in addition we were trained almost from birth to be as mere playthings to be bought by some rich man or woman and then cast aside when they had broken us, just as a child would cast aside a broken doll.’

‘Our minds and our bodies were trained to be able to satisfy every imaginable human lust. For example, we had to learn how, with our most intimate muscles, at one moment to seem as tight as any virgin and then at the next to be able to accept the whole of a man’s hand inside us. As we grew older, they would test our progress in this by penetrating us in front and behind with objects of different sizes. One of my instructors, a cruel man, his body covered with irezumi tattoos of children being tortured by demons, once thrust his sake flask into me, knowing full well I was not yet ready to accept something of that size, and I tore inside. I became ill from the loss of blood that resulted, and yet, even though this was his doing, he beat me without mercy for it.’

‘I discovered later that this man, who had injured me so and who took such delight in my degradation that he would often force me to pleasure his huge white dog and let it mount me, was actually my father, having been given the task of raping the woman who would become my mother each day.’

‘By the time my training was complete and I was offered up for sale, I had learned to perform every technique known for bringing a man or a woman to orgasm, and I had learned to endure every technique known for abusing and humiliating a young girl. Finally, as my dear sister Shione had already been selected to produce the next generation of slaves, so that I would never inconvenience my future owner by becoming pregnant, a hollow bamboo stalk was inserted into me and then pushed up through the very gates of my womb, and through this a caustic poison was introduced to ruin my womb utterly. They also used that same substance to blind my sister so she could never escape.’

By now, Alice was weeping, and regretted deeply having asked Yune the question.

‘Oh, my mistress,’ said Yune, seeing Alice’s distress, ‘I shall not tell you any more now, let it just be enough to say that this is why I know how to please you.’

Alice turned away, ashamed because she could see now that her pleasures had been purchased by Yune’s indescribable sufferings, but Yune reached out and touched her face, saying, ‘My dear mistress, don’t be sad, none of this was your doing. And besides, I was saved from my fate by Oscar-sama, who bought me and set me free. Of course he spared Claude the truth, but even he himself didn’t, I think, realise the full extent of what I had been subjected to.’

‘And so now, Alice, my beloved mistress, I have a request that you may find hard to understand, but I beg you humbly to give it full consideration.’ At this, Alice, now somewhat recovered, turn back around to face Yune, and so she continued, ‘Please do to me with your own sweet, kind hands that thing of which I have spoken, so that at least once in my life it will have been done out of love and not out of hate.’

‘Thrust them inside your poor body? No, surely no,’ replied Alice, horrified, ‘I couldn’t possibly do that to you, my sweet Yune!’

Yune took Alice firmly by her hands, and said, ‘But mistress, your hands are delicate and small. They will not hurt me, and so for once I might obtain pleasure instead of pain from the experience, perhaps erasing the memories of the past when I wished that I could die rather than suffer the agony of it.’

After much thought and many more entreaties from Yune, Alice reluctantly agreed.

Notes:

Irezumi is a traditional Japanese form of tattooing.