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End of the Dynasty
I shouldn't have been there. If the samurai guards had seen me, they would have killed me on the spot, even though I was just a little girl. The common people were not allowed on the sacred grounds of our God, the Emperor. But gods meant very little to me, and anything was better than another day cutting up fish for the market. So when I heard the sound of proclamations being made in the seppuku garden, I hid from my brothers and snuck through the hole in the fence where the refuse was discarded. My hiding spot gave me a view of the whole thing.
The Emperor was in his usual place, seated in a golden chair that looked very uncomfortable. He was surrounded by his elite samurai, who as usual looked fully alert. I had seen them in the market hours earlier so drunk they couldn't even walk, but they were very good at looking straight ahead. I could have cursed the Emperor's holy name at the top of my voice, and they wouldn't have noticed. Standing along the side of the pave stones were the Emperor's loyal followers. They were supposed to care for his vast empire, but they did little more than argue about who would stand closer to their divine ruler.
An old man was reading a list of dishonorable crimes from a paper bearing the Emperor's sign, but I couldn't understand him. The rulers spoke a different dialect from the street vendors, and never spoke to us anyway. When he finished speaking, the gilded door would open and the condemned man would emerge with his second. That's how it was always done.
This time, though, when the doors opened, it was not a man who came out. It was a woman! She wore a silk kimono with so many folds of material that her figure was completely obscured. But her face was painted a perfect white, and her hair was the blackest black, very neatly pinned at the top. She carried the small kozuka blade in both hands, just like the condemned man would. Was she really the one to pay for her lost honor with her life?
Behind her was her second. He was a young, handsome man, and I recognized him immediately. He could drink more sake than any other samurai. More than once we saw him leave the market as the other samurai lay in the mud, and several times he performed the second's task for those same men. The disgraced soldier would kneel before the Emperor, and ceremonially plunge the short blade into his stomach. They never really plunged it in, though. The strong ones might draw blood, but none of them could really open their belly and cut out their own intestines. To preserve their honor, the second would use his long katana blade to cut off the condemned man's head.
He was also dressed in pure white silk, as usual. He carried the long sword in his right hand, and the jug of water in his left. He would pour the water over the sword to symbolize the purity of the man's death, ensuring that he would journey to paradise to serve the god-Emperor for eternity.
The woman in white silk strode purposely toward the Emperor. She stood at the spot in front of him where the stones were stained red with the blood of those who had died there before. Her second walked up to her left side, held out the katana, and poured the water over it to symbolize the purity of her honor when the blade finished its work. Then, as usual, he said some words and presented the katana to her for inspection. The handle was in his right hand, and the blade lay flat in the left.
She bowed to the Emperor, and turned to look at the katana. Then she said something to the samurai, quietly so I couldn't hear, but I could tell she was speaking in the common people's dialect. She looked him right in the eye, as bold as any man, and said some more things to him. He moved back slightly, and that was when she struck. As quickly as the best male samurai, she grabbed the handle of the katana with her left hand, dropping the kozuka in her right to the ground. In a single motion, she brought the blade up and out, into the man's throat and across. Her follow through finished the job, and the head fell to the ground between them.
The samurai closest to the Emperor, the ones who never visited the market, moved forward. He said a word, though, and they stopped.
Holding the bloody sword above her head, she kicked the headless man in the stomach, knocking him backwards. Now, her words were loud and clear, in the language of the market, not the nobility.
"You dared to call yourself my kaishakunin! You, who brought shame on your family and the Emperor himself, and did not have the honor to accept the blame! You, who drove your own men to seppuku for your dishonorable acts! You, who are responsible for this!"
With that last exclamation, she pulled the sash holding her kimono, raised the katana in the air with her left arm, and dropped her right arm. The white silk, splattered with red, slid off to reveal her naked body. I saw her breasts, not powdered white, but naturally creamy with small, hard, dark nipples. I didn't even notice her belly at first, but I wondered why her breasts looked like my mother's as she nursed my newborn sister. That was when I saw that she was huge and pregnant.
She was larger than my mother was when her labor started, with a fat navel sticking out, and a dark line the color of her nipples along the bottom of the big belly. As she lowered her left arm to slip off the kimono completely, I could see her belly move, as the baby rolled from one side to the other. I was so entranced by her beauty that I missed part of what she said next, until she used a word I had never heard outside the market.
"... were going to fuck me, you motherless dog! You would have taken my body and fucked me again, but I have a surprise! I'm going to give you what you were going to take, you dog!"
She dropped her katana with a clang. She reached down to the twitching body, still spraying blood from the severed neck, and yanked his kimono sash. She kicked the silk aside, exposing his manhood. He must have been thinking about her just like she said, because he was as hard as the samurai who visited the market whores before getting drunk. I didn't just sneak out to watch executions.
A gasp emerged from some of the nobles as she grasped the man's staff. "You want to fuck me? Fuck me now, dog!" With her right hand, she reached around her huge belly and found her pussy, framed with hair almost as dark as the dyed hair on her head. She guided him into her, and moaned softly. She slid down onto him with her full weight was on him, then rose and fell. Her breasts moved in circles as she moved faster, slapping his stomach with her pregnant belly.
One of the lesser nobles ran for the open door. Before he could reach it, before he could even leave his place in line, a black-clad samurai I didn't recognize appeared from nowhere and decapitated him on the spot. This caught the pregnant woman's attention. "You called yourself a captain of samurai! Oooh, oooh," she moaned louder. "OooOH! And you were to ensure the chastity of the Emperor's daughters!" She looked right at another man, who also bolted, and was just as quickly dispatched by another samurai in black. This seemed to fill her with orgasmic glee. "And who bears the most shame of allll, oooh OOOOH oh oooh!"
She looked right at the Emperor himself now, breathing fast. She reached for the small kozuka blade to her right. With a single motion, she grabbed it and plunged it into the chest of her behaded lover.
"There is nothing pure in this day!" she exclamed, raising the bloody knife above her head. "There is nothing pure in my body! Nothing can ever purge the shame of this house!"
In that moment, she was so beautiful. She sat astride the fallen warrior, her back straight in defiance, her arm raised to heaven, her heavy belly lifted up as her baby rolled from side to side. Her breasts were leaking thick white milk as her orgasm came, her hips moving rhythmically as she held her breath and squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Her body stiffened again.
She brought the knife down so fast, it wasn't even a blur. She buried it in her left side, all the way to the hilt, stabbing right through and coming out her back. She held it there for what seemed like an hour, as thin trickles of blood ran down her hips and onto the thighs of the fallen samurai. Her chest rose as she drew her breath, raising her breasts, making a new stream of milk run down to her belly. A bump appeared, a baby's foot, making another navel-shaped bump on the top of her belly.
Then she let out a scream that called the very heavens down to earth. She drew the knife across and up. A gush of clear fluid erupted from her belly and splashed loudly onto the corpse below, running off the crumpled silk and seeping between the pave stones to the channels below, designed to drain the blood and gore from these macabre spectacles. She grasped the wound with her left hand, squeezing the creamy skin together, squeezing the bright yellow fat out of the edges.
The crowd gasped as she lifted herself up from her lover's body. His manhood was no longer hard, but it trailed a sticky string as she stood. She gave him the orgasm he wanted, just as she said, but he didn't deserve to feel it. As she rose to her feet, the nobles near the Emperor moved nervously back, carefully, to avoid the swords of the Emperor's new guard. She took one step forward towards the God and ruler of the entire world, and then one more.
"Father, forgive me," she said, in the plain language of the street.
"I will not," he replied, in the same common dialect. "I can not," he clarified, quietly. "Your sacrifice will purify the divine Court for a thousand years."
She turned her back on the God Emperor, and faced the assembled nobles. Now she could see that behind each one was a samurai in black, one who had never known the taste of sake, and who would restore order to the Empire at the point of the sword. Then she looked up to the side, and saw me. She smiled at me. I smiled at her.
She released her hold on the gash on her left side. There was another gush of fluid, this time red with blood. She reached into the wound now, and I could see her hand moving under her skin. She brought the knife in her right hand back to her belly, and I could see that it was shaking. She cut a ragged slash across the very top of the bulge, right where her belly curved away from her ribs, then she took a deep breath.
With another scream to heaven, she pulled the knife along her right side all the way to her hip. The skin, yellow fat, and red muscle peeled away to reveal her womb. The organ was round and pink, and now she was holding it in her left hand. She fell to her knees, as her abdominal muscles could no longer keep her upright.
Her father, the Emperor, rose from his chair. Silently, he knelt beside her. They looked into each others eyes as he put his hand behind her, and helped her lay down on the cool stones, straightening her legs, and taking the knife from her clenched fist. He looked at her womb, fully exposed, cut open on one side but only deep enough to let the fluid out.
Pushing the fingers of his left hand into the hole, he began to cut the thick wall of her uterus. Another gush of fluid came with a splash. As he held it, the uterus contracted, so he set down the knife and squeezed with both hands. His daughter began to cry as she watched the baby being born into its grandfather's hands. "Push", he said, and toether they squeezed again. The baby's bottom emerged out of the gash, and then the legs popped out. She reached her left hand out to feel the little foot, the tiny toes, and she slid her finger up the newborn leg to the baby's sex. "I have a granddaughter," her father said.
Grasping the cut edge of the uterus, he pulled the baby out by the leg, and held it in the air. The little girl's brown eyes were open, and her hands moved in small circles. "Is our line so corrupt, my daughter, that it must end with this little girl?" the Emperor said.
Her breathing was shallow, and she couldn't speak, so the dying mom nodded her head. Yes, it must end now, for the sake of the Empire and the entire world.
The Emperor picked up the knife, and held the baby in the air. Her umbilical cord pulled her mother's uterus up in the air just a bit. "The reign of this house is over!" he declared as he put the knife to the little girl's throat. "May the innocent never suffer again!" With a quick motion, he cut through to her spine, and the baby's blood poured onto her mothers breasts, mixing with the milk that would have fed her.
The black samurai moved in on the assembled nobles. As father, daughter, and dying grandbaby watched, they methodically killed every one. Some tried to run and were disembowelled as they passed by, some stood still and were quickly beheaded. In moments, they were all dead or dying.
The emperor removed his decorative kimono, which would normally never touch the ground, and tossed it aside. "Since our family has no honor left, there is only pleasure," he said, as he moved between his daughter's legs. He slipped inside her easily, almost casually, still holding the dripping baby and the bloody knife. His daughter summoned the strength to reach for her baby, and pulled her to her chest, holding her protectively, preparing for her final orgasm as the black samurai approached. She lifted her head back and looked at me again as the katana came down.
I shouldn't have been there. If the samurai guards had seen me, they would have killed me on the spot, even though I was just a little girl. The common people were not allowed on the sacred grounds of our God, the Emperor. But gods meant very little to me, and anything was better than another day cutting up fish for the market. So when I heard the sound of proclamations being made in the seppuku garden, I hid from my brothers and snuck through the hole in the fence where the refuse was discarded. My hiding spot gave me a view of the whole thing.
The Emperor was in his usual place, seated in a golden chair that looked very uncomfortable. He was surrounded by his elite samurai, who as usual looked fully alert. I had seen them in the market hours earlier so drunk they couldn't even walk, but they were very good at looking straight ahead. I could have cursed the Emperor's holy name at the top of my voice, and they wouldn't have noticed. Standing along the side of the pave stones were the Emperor's loyal followers. They were supposed to care for his vast empire, but they did little more than argue about who would stand closer to their divine ruler.
An old man was reading a list of dishonorable crimes from a paper bearing the Emperor's sign, but I couldn't understand him. The rulers spoke a different dialect from the street vendors, and never spoke to us anyway. When he finished speaking, the gilded door would open and the condemned man would emerge with his second. That's how it was always done.
This time, though, when the doors opened, it was not a man who came out. It was a woman! She wore a silk kimono with so many folds of material that her figure was completely obscured. But her face was painted a perfect white, and her hair was the blackest black, very neatly pinned at the top. She carried the small kozuka blade in both hands, just like the condemned man would. Was she really the one to pay for her lost honor with her life?
Behind her was her second. He was a young, handsome man, and I recognized him immediately. He could drink more sake than any other samurai. More than once we saw him leave the market as the other samurai lay in the mud, and several times he performed the second's task for those same men. The disgraced soldier would kneel before the Emperor, and ceremonially plunge the short blade into his stomach. They never really plunged it in, though. The strong ones might draw blood, but none of them could really open their belly and cut out their own intestines. To preserve their honor, the second would use his long katana blade to cut off the condemned man's head.
He was also dressed in pure white silk, as usual. He carried the long sword in his right hand, and the jug of water in his left. He would pour the water over the sword to symbolize the purity of the man's death, ensuring that he would journey to paradise to serve the god-Emperor for eternity.
The woman in white silk strode purposely toward the Emperor. She stood at the spot in front of him where the stones were stained red with the blood of those who had died there before. Her second walked up to her left side, held out the katana, and poured the water over it to symbolize the purity of her honor when the blade finished its work. Then, as usual, he said some words and presented the katana to her for inspection. The handle was in his right hand, and the blade lay flat in the left.
She bowed to the Emperor, and turned to look at the katana. Then she said something to the samurai, quietly so I couldn't hear, but I could tell she was speaking in the common people's dialect. She looked him right in the eye, as bold as any man, and said some more things to him. He moved back slightly, and that was when she struck. As quickly as the best male samurai, she grabbed the handle of the katana with her left hand, dropping the kozuka in her right to the ground. In a single motion, she brought the blade up and out, into the man's throat and across. Her follow through finished the job, and the head fell to the ground between them.
The samurai closest to the Emperor, the ones who never visited the market, moved forward. He said a word, though, and they stopped.
Holding the bloody sword above her head, she kicked the headless man in the stomach, knocking him backwards. Now, her words were loud and clear, in the language of the market, not the nobility.
"You dared to call yourself my kaishakunin! You, who brought shame on your family and the Emperor himself, and did not have the honor to accept the blame! You, who drove your own men to seppuku for your dishonorable acts! You, who are responsible for this!"
With that last exclamation, she pulled the sash holding her kimono, raised the katana in the air with her left arm, and dropped her right arm. The white silk, splattered with red, slid off to reveal her naked body. I saw her breasts, not powdered white, but naturally creamy with small, hard, dark nipples. I didn't even notice her belly at first, but I wondered why her breasts looked like my mother's as she nursed my newborn sister. That was when I saw that she was huge and pregnant.
She was larger than my mother was when her labor started, with a fat navel sticking out, and a dark line the color of her nipples along the bottom of the big belly. As she lowered her left arm to slip off the kimono completely, I could see her belly move, as the baby rolled from one side to the other. I was so entranced by her beauty that I missed part of what she said next, until she used a word I had never heard outside the market.
"... were going to fuck me, you motherless dog! You would have taken my body and fucked me again, but I have a surprise! I'm going to give you what you were going to take, you dog!"
She dropped her katana with a clang. She reached down to the twitching body, still spraying blood from the severed neck, and yanked his kimono sash. She kicked the silk aside, exposing his manhood. He must have been thinking about her just like she said, because he was as hard as the samurai who visited the market whores before getting drunk. I didn't just sneak out to watch executions.
A gasp emerged from some of the nobles as she grasped the man's staff. "You want to fuck me? Fuck me now, dog!" With her right hand, she reached around her huge belly and found her pussy, framed with hair almost as dark as the dyed hair on her head. She guided him into her, and moaned softly. She slid down onto him with her full weight was on him, then rose and fell. Her breasts moved in circles as she moved faster, slapping his stomach with her pregnant belly.
One of the lesser nobles ran for the open door. Before he could reach it, before he could even leave his place in line, a black-clad samurai I didn't recognize appeared from nowhere and decapitated him on the spot. This caught the pregnant woman's attention. "You called yourself a captain of samurai! Oooh, oooh," she moaned louder. "OooOH! And you were to ensure the chastity of the Emperor's daughters!" She looked right at another man, who also bolted, and was just as quickly dispatched by another samurai in black. This seemed to fill her with orgasmic glee. "And who bears the most shame of allll, oooh OOOOH oh oooh!"
She looked right at the Emperor himself now, breathing fast. She reached for the small kozuka blade to her right. With a single motion, she grabbed it and plunged it into the chest of her behaded lover.
"There is nothing pure in this day!" she exclamed, raising the bloody knife above her head. "There is nothing pure in my body! Nothing can ever purge the shame of this house!"
In that moment, she was so beautiful. She sat astride the fallen warrior, her back straight in defiance, her arm raised to heaven, her heavy belly lifted up as her baby rolled from side to side. Her breasts were leaking thick white milk as her orgasm came, her hips moving rhythmically as she held her breath and squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Her body stiffened again.
She brought the knife down so fast, it wasn't even a blur. She buried it in her left side, all the way to the hilt, stabbing right through and coming out her back. She held it there for what seemed like an hour, as thin trickles of blood ran down her hips and onto the thighs of the fallen samurai. Her chest rose as she drew her breath, raising her breasts, making a new stream of milk run down to her belly. A bump appeared, a baby's foot, making another navel-shaped bump on the top of her belly.
Then she let out a scream that called the very heavens down to earth. She drew the knife across and up. A gush of clear fluid erupted from her belly and splashed loudly onto the corpse below, running off the crumpled silk and seeping between the pave stones to the channels below, designed to drain the blood and gore from these macabre spectacles. She grasped the wound with her left hand, squeezing the creamy skin together, squeezing the bright yellow fat out of the edges.
The crowd gasped as she lifted herself up from her lover's body. His manhood was no longer hard, but it trailed a sticky string as she stood. She gave him the orgasm he wanted, just as she said, but he didn't deserve to feel it. As she rose to her feet, the nobles near the Emperor moved nervously back, carefully, to avoid the swords of the Emperor's new guard. She took one step forward towards the God and ruler of the entire world, and then one more.
"Father, forgive me," she said, in the plain language of the street.
"I will not," he replied, in the same common dialect. "I can not," he clarified, quietly. "Your sacrifice will purify the divine Court for a thousand years."
She turned her back on the God Emperor, and faced the assembled nobles. Now she could see that behind each one was a samurai in black, one who had never known the taste of sake, and who would restore order to the Empire at the point of the sword. Then she looked up to the side, and saw me. She smiled at me. I smiled at her.
She released her hold on the gash on her left side. There was another gush of fluid, this time red with blood. She reached into the wound now, and I could see her hand moving under her skin. She brought the knife in her right hand back to her belly, and I could see that it was shaking. She cut a ragged slash across the very top of the bulge, right where her belly curved away from her ribs, then she took a deep breath.
With another scream to heaven, she pulled the knife along her right side all the way to her hip. The skin, yellow fat, and red muscle peeled away to reveal her womb. The organ was round and pink, and now she was holding it in her left hand. She fell to her knees, as her abdominal muscles could no longer keep her upright.
Her father, the Emperor, rose from his chair. Silently, he knelt beside her. They looked into each others eyes as he put his hand behind her, and helped her lay down on the cool stones, straightening her legs, and taking the knife from her clenched fist. He looked at her womb, fully exposed, cut open on one side but only deep enough to let the fluid out.
Pushing the fingers of his left hand into the hole, he began to cut the thick wall of her uterus. Another gush of fluid came with a splash. As he held it, the uterus contracted, so he set down the knife and squeezed with both hands. His daughter began to cry as she watched the baby being born into its grandfather's hands. "Push", he said, and toether they squeezed again. The baby's bottom emerged out of the gash, and then the legs popped out. She reached her left hand out to feel the little foot, the tiny toes, and she slid her finger up the newborn leg to the baby's sex. "I have a granddaughter," her father said.
Grasping the cut edge of the uterus, he pulled the baby out by the leg, and held it in the air. The little girl's brown eyes were open, and her hands moved in small circles. "Is our line so corrupt, my daughter, that it must end with this little girl?" the Emperor said.
Her breathing was shallow, and she couldn't speak, so the dying mom nodded her head. Yes, it must end now, for the sake of the Empire and the entire world.
The Emperor picked up the knife, and held the baby in the air. Her umbilical cord pulled her mother's uterus up in the air just a bit. "The reign of this house is over!" he declared as he put the knife to the little girl's throat. "May the innocent never suffer again!" With a quick motion, he cut through to her spine, and the baby's blood poured onto her mothers breasts, mixing with the milk that would have fed her.
The black samurai moved in on the assembled nobles. As father, daughter, and dying grandbaby watched, they methodically killed every one. Some tried to run and were disembowelled as they passed by, some stood still and were quickly beheaded. In moments, they were all dead or dying.
The emperor removed his decorative kimono, which would normally never touch the ground, and tossed it aside. "Since our family has no honor left, there is only pleasure," he said, as he moved between his daughter's legs. He slipped inside her easily, almost casually, still holding the dripping baby and the bloody knife. His daughter summoned the strength to reach for her baby, and pulled her to her chest, holding her protectively, preparing for her final orgasm as the black samurai approached. She lifted her head back and looked at me again as the katana came down.
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