Stephanie's Trial (9 page)

Without her
knowing exactly how they did it, the girls seemed to lift Stephanie
off her feet. They laid her on the sponges, which were wet but not
with water. They had been soaked in some sort of oil. It was an
extraordinary sensation, like floating on a sea of silky thick oil,
the sponges so soft they felt as though they were not supporting
her at all. The oil had been warmed; it was sensuous against her
naked flesh.

Three geishas
knelt at Stephanie's side while the fourth stood over her with a
small earthenware Japanese bowl. Slowly she tipped the bowl to one
side and a trickle of warmed oil ran down onto Stephanie's naked
body, down first over her neck, then her collar-bone, then the
valley of her breasts, then up over her breasts as the geisha moved
the bowl. The geisha directed the thin stream right onto one nipple
and then onto the other. The warm heavy oil hitting her corrugated
flesh made Stephanie shudder with pleasure. The geisha eventually
moved the bowl so the thin stream trickled down over her belly, the
oil pooling in her belly-button. The stream moved on, down into the
triangle of her pubis and along the top of her thighs, right down
her legs until it was trickling into her toes.

Stephanie
squirmed. She could think of nothing but the physical sensation.
She had never experienced anything like this.

The stream of
oil finished. The fourth girl put the bowl down and joined the
others kneeling at Stephanie's side, two on each side of the wooden
frame. She said something in Japanese and immediately the girls'
hands descended on Stephanie's oil-smeared body, rubbing the oil
into and over her flesh.

She was going
to come. There was no way she could stop herself with this sort of
attention. Eight hands caressing her, the warm oil making the
contact frictionless. The hands stroked and kneaded and massaged
her expertly. The hands were powerful, practised, the fingers
strong. There was a hand on each of her breasts, and on each of her
thighs, and hands reached down through the sponge and out again to
knead each of her buttocks. There were hands at her neck and belly
and clitoris. She lost track. There were hands everywhere;
everywhere that is, but inside her. She was not penetrated either
in her cunt or anus.

Not that it
mattered. It didn't inhibit her climax. Her body was trembling from
top to toe. She was moaning. Not one distinct sound but a
continuous noise almost like a whimper.

The geisha who
had poured the oil lent forward and whispered in her ear three or
four words of Japanese, perhaps forgetting she needed to speak
English. Then she remembered.

'For the man
he comes now. You too must come. It is expected I think.'

And Stephanie
came. But it was not like any orgasm she had experienced before.
Instead of a sharp explosion of feeling, her body seemed to open,
like the petals of a flower, open up to a steadily rising tide of
sensation that completely engulfed her just as much as a normal
orgasm. But this did not abate. It kept on and on and on until
Stephanie was writhing on the sponges, wriggling against the hands
on her body, tossing her head from side to side. The orgasm was not
centred on her sex like it usually was: it seemed to be coming from
everywhere all at the same time, every inch of her flesh under the
probing fingers as sensitive as a clitoris, as open and
vulnerable.

On and on and
on. Stephanie stilled her body, let it float and felt the heat of
the room, and her sweat and the oil that now covered every inch of
her body. She lay completely motionless, the hands working
unceasingly, knowingly, as she felt herself reach another plateau
of feeling: she was totally open, unprotected, the hands touching
nerves she never knew she had.

Eventually,
after how long she had no way of knowing, the hands left her, one
after another, until she was floating on the sponges on her own and
her body began to come down from its high. She must have fallen
asleep because when she woke up only one of the geishas - the
eldest who spoke English - remained. She was sitting on a small
wooden three-legged stool by the door.

'You good
now?' she asked quietly.

'Oh yes...'
Stephanie replied. She sat up with difficulty. The geisha helped
her to stand. She was not at all sure how she felt.

The geisha led
her out of the cubicle. In the corner of the stone-clad room was a
powerful modern shower, with runnels cut into the slate tiling to
drain its water away.

'Shower
please,' the geisha said. 'You feel better.'

And it was
true. As the warm jets of water pummelled her body and washed away
the oil, Stephanie felt a sudden flood of health and wellbeing.
This time she was clearly meant to soap herself, which she did
vigorously until the last trace of oil had disappeared. By the time
she had finished her whole body appeared to glow. She felt alive
and alert.

The geisha
returned with one of the others and, using two big white towels,
they quickly dried Stephanie's body. But this time their touch was
strictly practical. Even though they dried her breasts and between
her thighs Stephanie felt not a hint of sexual arousal.

As soon as she
was dry the geisha indicated an arch at the far end of the
bathhouse. 'Please...' she said. As Stephanie walked over to the
arch another geisha appeared carrying a heavy silk kimono in a very
pale yellow.

'Please...'
the geisha said, now indicating the kimono. Stephanie slipped it
over her shoulders with their help.

The geisha who
had brought the kimono had changed out of the white cotton knickers
and wore a Kheong-Sam in dark red satin, split to the very top of
her thigh. Another of the geishas stood by the archway in the same
outfit. They both wore make-up, their faces a chalky white, their
eyes heavy with black mascara. Their shoes were Western-style white
leather court shoes, though with low heels, not the traditional
wooden sandals. In fact, apart from the make-up they were not
dressed at all how Stephanie had imagined they would be.

While the two
geishas who had dried her disappeared, presumably to change, the
two in red led Stephanie down another white-paper-panelled hallway,
opening yet another sliding panel into a small room. In the centre
of the room was a raised dais about a foot from the floor, and on
the dais was a simple white mattress. To one side of the mattress
was a lamp, a pyramid of white paper under which a lightbulb
burned, lighting the room in a dim glow. On one of the white paper
walls was a black lacquered table and on the table a single orchid
on a long stem was buried in a solid and very tall narrow pyramid
of glass.

The two
geishas took the kimono from Stephanie's shoulders and while one of
the girls folded it neatly the other indicated that Stephanie
should lie on the mattress. Stephanie obeyed, feeling again the
excitement of anticipation. The room was obviously specially
prepared for some ritual: the dais and bed had the feel of an
altar. As if to confirm that impression the two geishas knelt on
either side of the mattress at the top end. One spoke to the other
in Japanese. Whatever the remark meant, Stephanie had the feeling
it referred to her body. Almost immediately the other two geishas
arrived. They were dressed identically to the first two, the same
clothes, the same make-up and the same rather incongruous shoes.
Without a word they knelt on the dais on either side of the
mattress at the bottom end. All four girls knelt with their heads
bowed, their hands folded together on their knees.

As if by a
prearranged signal each stretched out both hands at exactly the
same moment and grasped Stephanie either by the wrist or the ankle.
Slowly they pulled her limbs apart until she was spread-eagled on
the bed. Almost at the same time Stephanie heard the sound of
Japanese music, strange dissonant chords plucked on a lyre-like
instrument.

Kanjii entered
through the sliding panel. He closed it behind him. In his hand he
carried a small black box, its surface a grainy matt finish. All
the way round the bottom of the box were louvred bars like
ventilation ducts. He mounted the dais and stood looking down at
Stephanie's body held open by his geishas. She saw his eyes settle
on her sex, its pubic hair newly fluffed up by the shower.

'You are a
very beautiful woman,' he said quietly. She did not reply. She felt
her body stirring under his gaze. She had been through some strange
sexual experiences in the last month, but this had to be one of the
strangest. Two hours ago she had been sitting having lunch with
this total stranger. Now she was lying naked in front of him with
four women holding her down, women who had already explored her
body intimately.

Kanjii wore a
light black kimono under which his legs were bare.

'Seven
centuries of the art of sex. That is what the geishas are taught,'
he said. The geisha holding her left hand lent forward and put her
finger to Stephanie's lips. 'It is a custom that you say nothing.
It is expected. You are treated as a man so you behave, please,
like a man.'

Kanjii did not
smile. He walked around the mattress and set the black box down on
the dais just behind Stephanie's head. It seemed to be humming
slightly. 'We Japanese allow technology to help us even with the
most ancient of our rituals. This is the ritual of five-pointed
star.' He indicated her wrists and ankles held tightly by the
geishas and then Stephanie's open vulva. He returned to the foot of
the bed.

Slipping the
kimono off, he let it fall to the floor. Stephanie looked at his
body. It was hard, muscled and hairless but his cock was small. He
knelt on the mattress between her legs. The eldest geisha handed
him a strange object made from what looked like ivory. It was in
the shape of the thumb and forefinger of a hand except the thumb
was double the thickness of a normal thumb and the forefinger twice
as long.

Stephanie was
aware of a sweet-flowered aroma. It seemed to be coming from the
black box behind her head. But it was more than just a perfume. She
breathed it in deeply and felt a surge of pleasure akin to sudden
intoxication.

Kanjii said a
single word in Japanese. The four geishas tightened their grip on
Stephanie's body, stretching her limbs further apart, rocking back
on their heels. Kanjii took the ivory object and moved forward on
his knees until he was between her thighs. He used the finger of
the ivory to caress between Stephanie's labia and up under the
little hood of flesh to her clitoris.

Stephanie felt
her body shiver with excitement. The ivory felt cold and hard.
Kanjii used it to circle the little nodule of nerves. He could
sense her arousal. Her labia were wet, her body trembling.

Very slowly he
pushed the ivory lower, using the tip of its finger to nudge gently
into her cunt.

Something odd
was happening to Stephanie. She was excited out of all proportion
to the stimulation she was receiving. She could feel her whole body
pounding as though her pulse was racing. As the ivory nosed into
the wet walls of her cunt, no more than an inch, as she felt her
body stretched taut, she knew she was going to come and she knew
why. Whatever the little black box was producing, the aroma was
enhancing her sexual feelings, heating her blood. It made her feel
that there was nothing but sex, that she was drunk, drunk on sex.
As she felt the curved finger of ivory probe her body she came,
sharply, almost painfully, her nerves sending shockwaves of
sensation spiralling through her.

Kanjii rode
the long finger of ivory up into her cunt on the tide of orgasm.
Now the thick thumb was nudging her anus. He pushed on, the bud of
her anus parting to admit the intruder.

Stephanie took
a deep breath, wanting to inhale the intoxicating scent. As the
fumes worked into her body she felt her mind react, another surge
of passion. As the thick, cold ivory penetrated her anus Stephanie
came again as sharply as the first time, her body quivering with
excitement. She wanted to move but the geishas held her tight. She
knew the pressure on her wrists and ankles, the tautness in the
tendons of her elbows and knees, was increasing her pleasure. She
could feel her orgasm acutely there, where she was stretched apart.
But it was not only the constriction that was making her come so
forcefully, nor the stupefying aroma. The ivory itself seemed to be
reaching into places in her sex she had never felt before, places
where new nerves delivered new sensations.

Kanjii pushed
the dildo home, right up her, the thumb in her arse, the long thin
finger deep in her cunt. He could feel what was happening to her.
It was beginning to happen to him too. He was not immune to the
fumes from the black box, he could feel his blood racing and his
excitement increasing. His cock was rock-hard and throbbing. The
perfume from the box coloured every sense, intensified every
sensation.

Stephanie
strained her head up off the mattress, wanting to see what Kanjii
was doing. His hand was working the dildo between her legs, pulling
it in and out of her body. She looked at each of the geishas. They
were all watching Kanjii work, watching the ivory slide in and out
of her sex. The idea wrung another orgasm out of nowhere. She
bucked her body against its force, the strong hands of the geishas
holding her tight.

Kanjii pulled
the ivory from her body and briefly caressed her clitoris with the
tip of his finger. In contrast to the dildo his finger felt so warm
Stephanie almost came again. She knew the powerful flowery aroma
was responsible for her vivid reactions. She breathed deeply again,
wanting to embrace its effects.

'Now it is
time for the ritual of the single flower.' As Kanjii said the words
the geishas released Stephanie's body, her tortured limbs reacting
with a flood of pleasure which almost sent her over the edge again.
He leant forward and carefully positioned himself so he was lying
on her body, his cock where the dildo had been at the entrance to
her cunt. She could feel her juices leaking out over it.