Stephanie's Trial (13 page)

Kanjii issued
another command. The two geishas halfway up the table reached
forward with both hands to grasp Stephanie's breasts, kneading and
moulding them, pinching and pulling at her nipples with just the
right degree of pressure, treading a careful line between pain and
pleasure. What was extraordinary was that their action was
perfectly synchronised; each movement, each caress, each pinch
exactly mirrored on the other breast. And so was the action on her
feet. The pleasure seemed to be rising up her body, the sensations
from her feet amplified by the pleasure in her breasts. Stephanie
moaned.

For the third
time Kanjii issued instructions. The two geishas at the top of the
table began stroking Stephanie's neck on either side. That alone,
in combination with the other hands, made Stephanie tremble
helplessly with pleasure. Then the geishas moved to her ears. Again
with perfectly synchronised movements their fingers circled the
outer surfaces, around the back, around the edge, then plunged a
little finger deep into the delicate inner whorls. Stephanie had
known her ears were sensitive but nothing like this.

The six pairs
of hands working on her body seemed to add up to more. Even though
they never left her feet or breasts or ears, Stephanie had the
curious sensation that they were everywhere, all over her, that the
feelings they were provoking somehow joined up to make her whole
body feel like it was sensuously alive. She looked up at herself in
the mirror, watching the hands moving on her breasts and ears and
feet. She moaned loudly, wanting to see her mouth move in the
mirror.

She had lost
sight of Kanjii. She looked for him in the mirror but she daren't
move her head for fear of disturbing the exquisite rhythm the
geishas used. She could see it all in the mirror, in unison, a
harmony of movement, each stroke, each circle, translated in
different movements but feeling nevertheless the same, as though
all six hands belonged to the same body.

In the mirror
she suddenly saw Kanjii's head, his dark hair, appear between her
thighs. He had knelt under the table and pushed his head through
the oval aperture.

'The Seventh
Samurai,' he said proudly.

The geishas
moved as one again. In exactly the same second, Stephanie felt a
hot wet mouth descend on her toes, her nipples and into her ears.
In exactly the same second she felt tongues licking at her flesh.
In exactly the same second she felt Kanjii's tongue plunging down
on to her clitoris.

It was as
though she was suspended, as though she were floating, her only
contact with the surface the seven mouths that touched her body.
But that was not the most extraordinary feeling. Kanjii's tongue
manipulated her clitoris but it was as though she had seven
clitorises. She could not distinguish between the feelings from her
ear or nipple or toes. They were all the same, the same intensity,
the same sensitivity, the same aching sexual pleasure, the same
throbbing pulsing sensation. She could not concentrate on one. They
all demanded her attention.

To say she was
coming was an understatement. She was exploding, her whole body on
fire and her mind, because if she could hold her eyes open - and it
was hard not to let them roll back with pleasure - she could see in
the mirror the most exotic sight she had ever seen, her prostrate
body ministered to by six women and one man - the Seven
Samurai.

'Oh God...'
she screamed as loud as she could, wanting to hear the vibration of
the sound. It matched the whole vibration of her body, trembling
out of control. The seven clitorises they had created produced
seven times the intensity of feeling. As her orgasm broke over her
she could not tell from where it came, from her breast or toe or
clitoris or in her head where two tongues artfully probed so deep
in her ears she thought they would touch her brain. If it broke
anywhere it was there in her head, there over the two hot tongues
that seemed to go deeper than she would ever have believed
possible, there in her fevered mind. But then she felt new waves
gathering from her nipples and toes and clitoris and new orgasms
erupted over and over again until, after a very long time, she was
capable of feeling no more.

Slowly the
geishas left her, not all together this time, but slowly one by
one. Each departure felt as shattering as if a cock were slipping
from her body after intercourse. Each produced a little aftermath
of shock. Kanjii was the last to take his mouth away.

She must have
slept, exhausted by the intensity of emotion, because when she
opened her eyes the geishas had gone and only Kanjii remained in
the alcove, sitting in a small wooden chair and watching her.
Above, the ceiling had turned back to glass and more stars had
appeared in the sky.

'Are you all
right?' he asked, seeing her awaken.

'I think so,'
she said, sitting up on one elbow.

'It is a new
experience, I think.'

'Very. This
has been going on in Japan for centuries?'

'Oh yes. Of
course not for the women. It was designed for men. In Japan a man's
wealth was measured by the number of geishas he could afford to
keep. For most men the Seven Samurai would represent exceptional
wealth. But it is not the ultimate.'

Stephanie
swung her legs onto the side of the table and got up a little
unsteadily. There was a small jug of water and two bright yellow
beakers on a little side-table.

'Is this
water?'

'Yes.'

She poured
herself a glass and drank it thirstily. 'What is the ultimate,
then?'

'The Thirteen
Samurai,' Kanjii replied.

'Thirteen?'

'Two geishas
for the toes, the nipples, ears, knees, fingers of both hands, and
one mouth for each of the balls. Naturally enough the Thirteenth
Samurai is for the cock.'

'My God...'
Stephanie tried to imagine it. They sometimes had twelve slaves at
the castle so it was something she could try on Devlin. Kanjii had
taught her a lot of lessons she intended to apply at the
castle.

'So now you
have experienced the Japanese way.'

'Where are the
geishas?'

Stephanie
stood in front of Kanjii, her naked body inches from his face.

'Why?'

'Don't you
think you'd better get them back in here?' She pressed her navel
into his face.

'For what
reason?' he said, pulling back to look up into her eyes.

'The Seven
Samurai is for men.'

'I
don't...'

'I'll be the
Seventh Samurai this time.' She stroked Kanjii's face. 'Or don't
you think I have enough experience?'

'I think it
would be most exciting, but I...'

'Just get them
back.'

It didn't take
long for the geishas to file back into the alcove while Kanjii lay
back on the low table. Stephanie found the switch which converted
the ceiling glass into a mirror and watched as the image of Kanjii
came into view.

Kanjii was not
erect. But as soon as the two geishas began to manipulate his feet
his cock unfurled rapidly. By the time the third and fourth geishas
touched his nipples it was fully erect and throbbing visibly.

The same
pattern they had followed with Stephanie, they used on Kanjii.
Every detail was the same, a time-honoured ritual. The eldest
geisha nodded to Stephanie when it was time to take her position.
She slipped under the table and emerged with her head between
Kanjii's thighs. As the geishas' mouths sucked and licked at his
toes and ears and nipples, Stephanie sucked his big hard shaft into
her mouth.

Kanjii's whole
body was trembling just like Stephanie's had done. He was looking
at himself in the mirror, watching his geishas and Stephanie's long
black hair flowing over his thighs as she bobbed up and down on his
cock. Her mouth was expert. Had she been a geisha she would have
been trained to synchronise her rhythms with the others, but her
lack of expertise in this direction was compensated for by her
total expertise in the way she licked and sucked and drew his cock
back and forth in her mouth.

Stephanie felt
his spunk rising. Kneeling under the table, she felt her own sex
pulsing again, reminded of how it had been made to feel. She
pressed her legs together as she felt a gush of juices on her
thighs. Her body was expressing its needs too. The Japanese arts of
love were all very well but her body demanded something a little
cruder and more direct.

Quickly she
crawled out from under the table. The geishas, though not taking
their mouths from their allotted tasks, looked astonished. Kanjii
raised his head to see what was happening but the ritual forbade
him to speak. Stephanie was climbing on the table. With no
hesitation she straddled Kanjii's navel, groped with her hand
behind her for his cock and held it tightly at the slippery nest of
her cunt.

'You want it,
don't you?' she said.

Kanjii nodded,
making the geishas on his ears temporarily lose their stroke.

In one
movement Stephanie dropped down onto Kanjii's cock, impaling
herself on him. It took her breath away. It was hot and very hard.
Kanjii lowered his head. This was not the tradition but it was
exciting. The geishas found his ears again, their tongues inserted
deep, taking up the rhythm of the mouths on his nipples and
toes.

He moaned as
Stephanie began to move up and down on him, her hands pressing down
on his navel, bucking her hips up and down. She wanted her own
pleasure and ground her clitoris against his hard pubic bone over
and over again until her mind was filled with sex, until it
replayed images of her stretched out on the table, of her in the
other room drugged with scent and fucked, of her now, her whole
body beginning to pulse with pleasure as she felt her orgasm break,
as her cunt convulsed around the hard shaft deep inside it and she
screamed with the sharp ravishing sensations that flooded every
nerve.

It was only as
she came down from her high that she realised Kanjii hadn't come.
She felt his hard cock still inside her. She knew instinctively
what he wanted. It was tradition, ritual. She had suggested it
after all; she should be prepared to finish it. She had succumbed
to pure selfishness; now it was time to do her duty. Quickly she
scrambled off the table and knelt under it again, thrusting her
head up into the oval aperture. She took Kanjii's cock, sleek with
her juices, and sucked it hard. Watching the eldest geisha she
tried to match the motion of her head to her own motion, tried now
to be the perfect geisha. She felt her own juices leaking from her
sex and running down her thighs, and tasted them on Kanjii's cock.
But she tried to concentrate. It was not easy. Her mind was still
full of images, of everything that had happened to her in the
penthouse, all the ways the geishas had washed her and fingered her
and held her.

As she felt
Kanjii's cock swelling in her mouth she remembered how it had felt
as it had swollen inside her, bound tightly inside her so it could
not move, how she had felt his spunk spraying from his body. She
suddenly thought of what that would be like with Devlin, with
Devlin's monstrous cock spasming inside her. She shuddered, trying
to put such thoughts aside and think only of what she was
doing.

Kanjii's cock
twitched hard in her mouth as she timed her movement to coincide
with the sweep of the tongues she could see at his ear. She knew
what he was feeling. She knew how those tongues felt, hot and wet
and so close to the brain they felt as though they were inside
it.

It swelled up
one more time, Kanjii moaned, a low animal moan, a sound produced
deep in his body, and his cock began to spasm, jerking against her
tongue and her lips as it spat spunk down into her throat, his moan
continuous, his body rigid.

There was too
much spunk for Stephanie to swallow. Some escaped from the corner
of her mouth and dribbled down into Kanjii's pubic hair.

The geishas
withdrew one by one until they were alone again. Stephanie finally
released his cock from her mouth and came out from under the
table.

'I spoiled
it,' she said, standing looking down at him.

'No. No. It
was wonderful. Wonderful. I think I make it part of the ritual for
the next four hundred years.'

'Do I get to
be an honorary geisha?'

'Of course. I
will confer the honour myself.'

'And no doubt
that involves another ritual.'

Kanjii
laughed. 'Oh yes. A long and arduous one, I fear.'

'But not
tonight.'

'Definitely
not tonight.'

Venetia
supervised the luggage being loaded into the boot of the Cadillac.
Stephanie's two cases had increased to four as the result of her
purchases in Bond Street and at Vivienne Elson's boutique. With
Devlin's return from Moscow, it had been decided that Venetia
should go to the castle with Stephanie as Devlin had a considerable
amount of work to catch up on from the various corners of his
empire, which Venetia could help him sort out.

It was a
beautiful autumn morning. The sun shone in a clear blue sky, the
temperature a crisp chill, the scent of autumn as heavy as any
perfume. The trees at the front of Devlin's house were mottled
shades of brown and the driveway was already covered with a
sprinkling of dried leaves that cracked underfoot.

The chauffeur
stood with the rear door open as Stephanie came out of the
house.

'All done,'
Venetia said, closing the boot.

'We're off
then.' Stephanie climbed into the car. She was wearing black
high-heeled boots and a red wool dress with a knee-length skirt and
full-length sleeves. She had combed her hair out and it tumbled
onto her shoulders, clean and shining with health.

As soon as
Venetia sat down beside her on the long leather bench seat, her
slender body and big breasts well served by the black one-piece
tailored suit she wore, the chauffeur closed the passenger door and
got behind the wheel. Starting the engine, he headed the big car
out of the driveway and into the road.