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Served Rare (Halloween Havoc no. 31)

by Sigma

I

The car went over a bump, waking Chiyo up where she sat in the passenger’s seat. “She rubbed her eyes and glanced over at Asa, who was driving. When she looked out the window, she saw nothing but the tranquil pastures and open sky of the Tokyo countryside.

“How long was I asleep, sensei?” She asked Asa.

“Only an hour,” Asa told her. “But it’s fine. We’re almost there.”

Before long, the car rolled up to the open gates of a sprawling estate, a complex of several traditional buildings, perfectly maintained despite their age. They rested in the shadow of a mountain range. Chiyo looked on in surprise. “This belongs to your clan?”

“It does,” Asa said, stopping the car and turning it off. They both got out and Chiyo stretched her arms when she turned and saw the woman standing there. She looked to be in her 50s, with short, jet black hair. She was tall, with a shapely figure under a simple, dark blue blouse and gray pants.

“Hello, mother,” Asa said to the woman, her mother, Maiko Miyazawa, clan matriarch.

Maiko walked down the stairs and held out her arms and mother and daughter hugged.

“Asa, my dear,” Maiko said with a smile. She then turned. “And this must be young Chiyo. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Chiyo smiled and bowed before standing back up. At first glance, she was astonished at just how much Maiko and Asa looked alike. “Hello.”

“How has your trip been so far?” Maiko asked.

“Long,” Asa told her. “We’ve spent some time in the city since Chiyo has never been, but it’s good to get away.”

With nothing to do, Chiyo went to the trunk to get their bags.

Maiko looked back. “Ah, Chiyo?”

The girl looked up from the open trunk. “Yes, Maiko-san?”

“There’s no need for that. Come, walk with us.”

Chiyo saw two men dressed in simple uniforms appear from the building and make their way to the trunk to grab the bags. She then ran and caught up with Asa and Maiko.

“You two have had a long journey. Take some time and rest. Dinner is not for another hour or so,” Maiko said, leading them inside. “But your room is ready, as are the baths, if you’d like.”

*

Soon after, Chiyo sunk into the blissful warmth of the large communal bath, every muscle in her thin, lean body relaxed by the soothing heat. Asa sat at the other end of the bath, her phone nearby with wireless earbuds in her ears as she soaked with the faintest smile on her face.

Chiyo then heard footsteps and turned to see Maiko walk in, wrapped in a white robe as she walked to the edge of the bath. She opened it, revealing her remarkably toned body, wide hips, strong legs, full breasts, and Chiyo had to force herself to look away before she was caught staring.

Maiko flashed her a smile and eased into the water. She then glanced over at Asa. “What is my daughter listening to over there?”

“An audiobook, I think,” Chiyo answered.

Maiko smiled. “Even as an adult, that girl has her nose in a book. Ah well, that just gives you and I time to talk, doesn’t it? How is Goro doing?”

“Oh! Dad’s fine,” Chiyo told her. “Busy working, but he’s doing well.”

Maiko smiled. “And this is your first time in Japan, yes? How are you finding it?”

“A little overwhelming, to be honest,” Chiyo said. “I wasn’t prepared for how many people there’d be in Tokyo. “It’s nothing like Delta City.”

“No, I would imagine not,” Maiko chuckled. “You’ll find things are much quieter here.” She relaxed in the tub and Chiyo found herself staring at the naked woman’s curves again. “Do you have anyone in your life?” Maiko asked.

“I...anyone?”

“Mhmm, a boyfriend, or girlfriend...whichever,” Maiko clarified.

“Oh! No,” Chiyo admitted. “I just work at the store with sensei and train.”

“Oh, you’ll never get into trouble that way, Chiyo. You don’t want to end up a boring old wet blanket, like some people,” Maiko said, nodding toward Asa.

“I can hear you, mother,” Asa said, eyes closed. “Stop pestering my student.”

“We are having a conversation, since my only child would rather spend time with her books,” Maiko taunted. “So, Chiyo, I’m of the opinion that perhaps you could use some excitement in life is all. You’re young. That shouldn’t be wasted. Before long, you’ll be a nearly 30 and your only friends will be the people you work with.”

“Mother…” Asa groaned.

“Yes, Maiko-san...” Chiyo said meekly.

“Would you like to join me on a hike tomorrow? The trails in the mountains on the estate are excellent.”

“Oh, sure!” Chiyo said.

“Wonderful,” Maiko said. “Asa, would you like to come too, or will be reading all day tomorrow?”

“It is a perfectly fine and healthy hobby, mother,” Asa said. “But yes, I would also like to go.”

“Then it’s settled!” Maiko said with a smile.

Just then, someone walked in. She was a young woman wearing a simple, pale gold kimono. Chiyo learned that her name was Ren, and she was a Miyazawa clan member who worked on the estate as an attendant.

“Apologies for the intrusion,” Ren said, bowing. “Dinner is nearly ready.”

“Thank you, Ren,” Maiko said. “Well, let’s get dried off and go eat.”

***

After a full-course, hearty dinner, night had settled over the estate and the only sound were the cicadas outside. Chiyo and Asa shared a large bedroom, and Asa was asleep already, tucked in her bedroll with her long, inky black hair spread out under her. Chiyo found herself restless, and crawled from under her sheets to go explore the estate. She moved quietly, so as not to wake Asa, and went into the hall, choosing a direction at random.

She was careful not to make the aged wooden planks of the floor creak, and moved through the quiet halls of the estate. She quietly slipped past one room, where she saw Ren and some of the other attendants quietly talking and having drinks, and decided to leave them be.

She went a little farther into the winding halls of the estate, seeing no other signs of life. But she nearly jumped out of her skin when a slim hand touched her shoulder, and she turned to find Maiko behind her, wearing a dark blue kimono and no makeup.

“Your stealth needs work, child,” Maiko said with a smile.

“I…” Chiyo stammered. “I’m sorry, Maiko-san, did I wake you?”

“Not at all. I’m always still up at this hour. Join me for tea?”

“Oh, sure.”

Maiko led her to a nearby room with a table, on which sat a kettle and a steaming mug. They sat on opposite sides, and Maiko poured another cup for Chiyo. “I can tell simply by the way you move, my daughter’s trained you well.”

“Oh, yes…” Chiyo said, taking her drink. “Well, Delta City isn’t exactly the safest place.”

“Indeed, and it’s good to be able to defend yourself,” Maiko said. “A pity you aren’t a member of the clan, then she could teach you the real techniques. I could find a nice, young person of the clan for you to marry, if you’d like,” she teased. “You’d have to move here, however.”

“I...I’m fine!” Chiyo blushed.

Maiko laughed and took a drink. “Regardless, I can see you have potential.”

Chiyo smiled and drank her tea.

“Did you have trouble sleeping?”

“A little…”

“It’s the quiet out here,” Maiko said. “You’re probably used to the sounds of the city.”

“Yeah, that might be it…”

“Well, the tea will help. It’s why I always have it when I come here,” Maiko explained. “And you’ll need your rest for tomorrow’s hike.”

“Is it difficult?”

“Not particularly, but I want to take us to the shrine my ancestors built near the top of the trail, so it will take us most of the day. Assuming we don’t run into any yokai.”

Chiyo looked at her. “Yokai?”

“That’s right,” Maiko said, offering no explanation. She set her empty cup down. “I think I will turn in now, actually. Good night, dear,” she said before quietly leaving the room.

Chiyo watched her leave. “...What’s a yokai?” she asked herself.

II

It was early the next morning, and Chiyo and Asa were in their room preparing. Chiyo was tying her shoes while Asa tied her hair back.

“Sensei?” Chiyo said.

“Yes?”

“What’s a yokai?”

Asa paused and looked at her. “Supernatural entities and spirits, unique to Japan. Why?”

“Maiko-san seemed to imply there were some on the mountain we’re hiking…”

Asa narrowed her eyes, and the door opened right on cue as Maiko showed herself in. “Good morning,” she said cheerily.

“Mother...why did you tell Chiyo there are yokai on the mountain?”

“I was joking,” Maiko said. “My goodness, lighten up before that dour mood rubs off on the girl.”

“Do not fill Chiyo’s head with those stories,” Asa said. She then turned to Chiyo. “Mother used to scare me with tales of yokai who would steal children away to eat them when I was little.”

“So they aren’t real?” Chiyo asked.

“Oh, they very much are,” Maiko said. “But we hunted all the yokai in these hills when I was a teen after some of our children and young women went missing.” She then looked at her daughter. “But...I promise I will be on my best behavior.”

Asa narrowed her eyes as Maiko grinned at her. Asa then grabbed a short blade and checked it in its sheath before tucking it in her waistband. Chiyo then noticed Maiko was wearing a similar weapon.

“If there are no yokai, why are you two carrying blades?” she asked.

Maiko smirked. “We may not need to worry about yokai, but there are still plenty of wild animals in those hills. And we happen upon the occasional drifter who has a taste for pretty, young things living in the woods.”

Chiyo swallowed a lump in her throat.

“Mother!” Asa chastised.

Maiko laughed and put her hands on Asa’s shoulders. “Always so serious...just like your father,” she sighed and looked down. “I miss him so much...” She then left the room. “I’ll be waiting outside.”

“...She is worse than Naomi,” Asa grumbled as she finished packing.

***

It was hours into the hike and the late afternoon sun was in the clear skies above. In the time they had been out there, they passed tranquil streams, saw deer running through the woods, and heard the chirps of birds and insects. Maiko guided them on the hike, explaining several sites along the trail that were important to Miyazawa clan history.

As they continued up the mountain, the forest surrounding the trail began to grow thicker, and the canopy overhead darkened the path as the treetops blocked out the sunlight. The encroaching dark put Chiyo on edge, but she stayed silent, but positioned herself between Maiko and Asa to feel safer.

“Mother…” Asa spoke. “How much farther is the shrine? It’s been some time since I’ve walked this trail, but shouldn’t we have been there by now?”

Chiyo looked at her with concern and Maiko paused, looking back. She turned around and Chiyo noted the look on her face. The easy-going visage had melted away and the look in Maiko’s eyes told Chiyo Asa was right.

Asa simply nodded and put a hand near her blade. “Chiyo, stay close to me.”

The girl obeyed, inching closer to Asa when a rhythmic whistling cut through the tension in the air. The echo made it hard to tell what direction it was coming from, but before long someone appeared on the trail, walking toward them.

He looked to be an old man, wearing a robe with an orange and white pattern. Chiyo gasped at his appearance, roughly four feet tall, with dark blue skin, and a single, large eye in the center of his face. He continued toward them, not stopping until he was mere feet away, and stopped his whistling. His mouth then widened into a smile that showed rows of large, sharp teeth.

“Sensei…” Chiyo whispered. “...Is that a yokai?”

Asa shoved Chiyo behind her and gripped her blade.

“Identify yourself,” Maiko demanded, standing between the strange creature and her daughter.

“I am Toujou,” he spoke in a deep baritone that belied his small stature. “And I can smell the blood of the enemy on you, and that one,” he said, pointing to Asa. His single eye then shifted to Chiyo, the small, black pupil fixating on the girl. “That one just looks delicious,” Toujou said with a throaty cackle.

Maiko and Asa took position on front of Chiyo and their blades appeared in their hands.

“Chiyo,” Maiko said without looking back. “Find some place safe.”

Toujou licked his lips looking the three women over and then stretched out his skinny arms. Two blades, resembling chef’s knives, appeared in his hands and he crossed them in front of him. “My, my...this is going to be a bountiful feast indeed. Your bones will make an excellent stew!”

Chiyo backed away, but didn’t look away. The two sides charged and steel clashed against steel as Toujou easily kept up with mother and daughter. Chiyo hid behind the first tree she saw, but peered around the side and watched the battle intently.

As she watched Toujou keep pace with Asa and Maiko, she thought of jumping in herself to help, even with no weapon and no idea of what Toujou was capable of. She began to move, but decided to stay put and keep watching.

It was then that she felt a pair of cold, thin hands slide up her chest and palm her breasts. She squealed in surprise when another hand clamped down over her mouth to keep her from screaming. A face hovered near hers, with large, flat teeth set in a face without lips.

“Shhh…” the strange creature said to her. It squeezed her breasts over her t-shirt, fondling them slowly. Chiyo froze in place, and shuddered and squealed again when an abnormally large, abnormally long tongue licked the side of her face.

“Ah...needs seasoning…” the voice then said.

Chiyo drove her elbow back and hit soft, clammy flesh. The creature grunted and she spun on her heel and took a fighting stance. She found herself facing a tall, lanky creature with a hunched over posture. It’s bulbous, misshapen head had only a few strands of hair and three, long, thin arms sprung from its torso. Another creature, this one small, with eye stalks and wings like a dragonfly, landed on the three-armed creature’s head and laughed.

Chiyo then went pale when she saw the others, all manner of strange creature emerging from the forest and the trees, their cold, hungry eyes fixed on her as they moved toward the battle between Toujou and the Miyazawa mother and daughter.

“Sensei! Maiko-san! There are more of them!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.

Maiko blocked a blow from Toujou and glanced back when she heard Chiyo yell. “Well, this isn’t good.”

Asa flew through the air and kicked Toujou away and Chiyo ran and joined them, “Where could they have come from?!”

“These mountains are vast, daughter,” Maiko said. “The purge was decades ago. We must have missed some and they reproduced since…”

“Right you are,” Toujou said with a laugh. “And now, we have our revenge on the human filth who slaughtered us. It is you three delicious morsels who will be slaughtered this day.”

“Chiyo…” Asa said. “Listen closely. I am going to create an opening, and you are going to run down the trail and back to the estate. Tell Ren and the others what happened. They will know what to do. Do not worry about mother and I.”

“But sensei, I…”

“Don’t argue, girl!” Maiko added.

“They’ll kill you!”

“But you’ll live,” Maiko said. “Are you ready, Asa?”

Asa gripped her blade and nodded. In her other hand appeared three kunai daggers. Asa threw them, striking three yokai down. “Go, Chiyo!”

Chiyo hesitated for all of a second before running toward the temporary gap made in the yokais’ ranks. She darted past reaching, grasping hands as she heard Toujou yelling.

“Do not let the young one escape! I want to taste her most of all!”

Chiyo ran for her life, hearing feet beating against the forest floor as the yokai gave chase. She felt clawed hands grab her by the ankles and she tripped and fell face first. She twisted her body around to see a yokai with the torso of an emaciated woman and the lower body of a snake climbing up her legs. The woman grabbed her shirt and pulled and Chiyo screamed, terrified as she rained punches on the woman’s face. He shirt ripped, exposing her sports bra underneath, and the snake-woman grabbed her wrists, pinning her to the forest floor. She hissed and forced herself on Chiyo kissing, her while pinning her down, and Chiyo cried out, trying everything she could to get away.

She drove her knee into the snake-woman’s abdomen hard enough to make her get up, and then she rolled over and got to her feet, only for the snake-woman to grab her pants from behind, ripping them off and exposing the girl’s cotton panties.

Chiyo screamed again, half embarrassed, half terrified as the snake-woman discarded the pants and slithered toward her. The snake-woman grabbed her ankle and made her fall back down, and Chiyo twisted her body and kicked her in the face.

The snake-woman hiss-laughed and tore Chiyo’s panties off, leaving her only in her shoes and sports bra, and she pinned the girl’s legs down and pulled them apart.

“No! Stop!” Chiyo protested. “What are you-AHHH!” she cried out when she felt a long, thin tongue sink into her vagina. She tried to pull away, but the snake-woman was deceptively strong, and Chiyo felt jolts of pleasure as the twisted yokai ate her out. Her breath was short in her chest. She could feel the yokai going deeper with each thrust of the tongue. With every jolt of pleasure that hit Chiyo’s body, her muscles tensed. At the edge of her mind she thought to lay back and let it happen, but then she saw the cold, hungry malice in the snake-woman’s eyes. In the distance, she could still hear still crashing against steel, and she remembered Asa and Maiko.

She looked around desperately, crying out, her body bucking with the motion’s of the snake-woman’s oral penetration. Chiyo then saw a rock in the grass and reached out for it, straining her arm. She managed to get a good grip and with a yell, swung.

The snake-woman let out a furious hiss and pulled her tongue out, slithering away, and Chiyo got back to her feet and continued running. She dared a glance back and saw the yokai was nursing a bleeding wound on her head, but others, who had stopped and watched, were now chasing after her.

Chiyo charged through the forest, unsure of where she was going. The trail had been lost, but her priority was escaping the horde of evil spirits chasing her, hungering for her flesh and her body. She looked back again, seeing she was creating distance. And then she screamed when the ground gave out under her.

The fast, violent tumble down the hill ended with her plunging into the river at the bottom, and everything went dark.

III

Chiyo opened her eyes to the sounds of humming, the heat of a crackling fire, and the scent of something cooking. She sat up, holding her head as she got her bearings, and found herself in a cave. She saw one person, a woman in white, with stringy, graying hair hanging loose down her narrow shoulders. The woman was squatted over a small pot, stirring its contents as she hummed in a soothing calm cadence. Chiyo found herself covered in fur blankets, and when she pulled them aside, she saw she had on a robe exactly like the woman’s. She moved to stand when the woman’s head snapped around, and she fixed large, brown eyes on Chiyo.

“Ah, you’re awake.” The woman looked to be around Maiko’s age, but with sunken, weathered features that made her seem older. Still, she flashed a warm smile.

“Where am I?” Chiyo asked.

“My home, of course,” the woman said. “It isn’t much, but I like it.” She pointed to a trio of fish skewered over a different cooking fire. “You were in my net with today’s catch.”

It all came back to Chiyo and she stood up. “Sensei!” she got up and ran. “I’m sorry, miss. But I have to go!” she then ran for the cave entrance, only for the crash of thunder to stop her. It was nearly pitch black outside, and heavy rain poured down.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk...the mountain is not climable in this state,” the woman said to her. “Certainly not in a simple robe,” she said with a laugh, tugging on Chiyo’s garment.

“I…” Chiyo looked down. “Is this yours, miss…”

“Anzu,” the woman said. At her full height, she stood just a inch or two shorter than Chiyo’s 5-foot-7. “And yes, but your welcome to it. When I pulled you from the river, you were wearing nothing but a top and some boots. I don’t understand youth fashion.”

“How long have I been here?” Chiyo said.

“Three hours,” Anzu said, holding up three gnarled fingers. “To be honest, I thought you dead at first. It’s been so long since I’ve talked to another person. I hide in these hills, hoping the landowners don’t find me.”

“The Miyazawa clan?” Chiyo asked.

“Yes. I live here under their noses. I just want peace,” Anzu told her. “It’s just me here...well, me and old Toujou, but I avoid him too.”

Chiyo gasped at the name. “You know the yokai?!”

“Yes, yes...hard to kill, that old bastard. Hard to kill, indeed.”

“My sensei and her mother were fighting him, and…”

“Oh, child. I’m sorry...if that’s true, old Toujou may have killed them by now.”

“No…” Chiyo said, falling to her knees.

Anzu frowned and stroked her hair. “I am sorry, child. But it can’t be helped. I can at least offer you some food,” she said, motioning to her cooking fires. She took Chiyo by the hand and guided her to the fires, where grilled fish and vegetable stew waited them.

“The storm will trouble us for a while yet, so sit with me,” Anzu said.

Chiyo wanted to say no, wanted to leave to go find Asa and Maiko, but the word wouldn’t form in her head or mouth. She looked at Anzu, who simply smiled and sat on a cushion on the ground, patting a second one next to her as an invitation. The smell of grilled fish and cooking vegetables made her stomach rumble, and a haze came over her mind. Almost is if something compelled her, Chiyo sat down next to Anzu and accepted a bowl when offered.

*

“Here, dear, have some more,” Anzu said, handing Chiyo another bowl of stew.

Chiyo looked down to it, her mind a haze. She could barely remember how she ended up here, how long she had been here, where ‘here’ was, or what she was supposed to be doing originally. She took the bowl and ate, the stew being a delicious blend of vegetables and broth.

“Yes, that’s it,” Anzu said with a laugh. “Have to fatten you up, you skinny little thing.”

Chiyo winced when she felt the strange woman grab her breasts and hips, but kept eating.

Some more time had passed and Chiyo found herself staring at the cooking fire, surrounded by empty bowls. She winced again when she felt leathery, withered hands touching her and turned to see Anzu behind her, groping her breasts and running her hands along her body. Chiyo looked down, only now realizing that she was naked for some reason.

With Anzu’s coaxing, Chiyo laid down on her back, on a bed of blankets made of animal furs. She felt Anzu lay on top of her, and even through the haze clouding her mind, she felt Anzu kissing her. She felt hands all over her body, fingers inside of her. She felt the warmth of Anzu’s skin on her breasts, on her labia and she cried out when she felt the warm wetness of Anzu’s tongue inside of her.

Her cries echoed off the hard walls of the cave, and she looked Anzu in the eye when the woman climbed on top of her and pinned her wrists to the ground above her head.

“You are so pure, child,” Anzu said with a hungry grin. She licked her lips before kissing Chiyo on the neck and chest. She then took the girl’s left tit into her mouth and Chiyo moaned in pleasure as Anzu sucked on the skin and bit the nipple. She then licked Chiyo’s skin, in the space on her chest between her small, but perky breasts. “I am going to savor every last bite of you,” Anzu promised.

Chiyo was warm, and much of what Anzu was saying was lost in the haze, but the look in her eyes caused a tightness, an unease in the pit of Chiyo’s stomach. Still, she gasped when the woman slid two fingers inside of her, slowly pumping them in and out while toying with her erect clit with her thumb.

Chiyo felt herself growing wet, and with every moment, the feeling of pleasure welled up inside of her body. Things became even hazier, even more confusing as her mind and body became at odds. Her body seemed to fight her, seemed to want Anzu to keep doing what she was doing. Chiyo felt her legs part as Anzu pushed her fingers in deeper. Every nerve in her body seemed to light up with pleasure as Anzu toyed with her clit and molded the soft, supple flesh of her B-cups. And even as those ecstatic feelings welled up inside of her, doubt clawed at her mind, nearly drowned out by the pleasure. They were telling her that something was terribly wrong, and that she was supposed to be doing something else.

But those doubts drowned in the screams of bliss, as Anzu made Chiyo’s body her playground. Chiyo’s jaw hung slack, her muscles tightened, and she let out a scream as her body trembled with a powerful orgasm. He legs trembled, her juices flowed out, and the breath left Chiyo’s body. Her heart raced in her chest and she stared at the ceiling of the cave. Her head swam from the high, and she felt a smile forming in her face, even as her body felt limp. She then felt Anzu climbing on top of her, and nearly screamed when she saw the face looking back at her.

Anzu’s appearance had changed. She looked like a pale, withered corpse, with stringy white hair and eyes as black as night. When she smiled, her teeth were rotted.

“Yo...Yokai!” was all Chiyo could managed.

Anzu let out a shrill cackle. “Now she catches on! Come, child. We’re late for dinner!”

Chiyo barely had the strength to cry out, never mind fight back, as Anzu grabbed her ankle and dragged her naked body to another part of the cave.

***

It was a veritable feast. The strong scent of boiling stew filled the air in the cramped space, packed nearly shoulder to shoulder with monstrous yokai of all shapes and appearances. Some resembled twisted, mutated humans, others were more animalistic in form. Many sported exaggerated limbs and features, but they all gathered around a large table piled with roasted animal meats, vegetables, and pastries.

As the creatures talked and laughed among themselves, Asa and Maiko were suspended above the table, their nubile, naked bodies bound tight by expertly tied ropes. Asa’s jet-black hair, normally tied into a neat ponytail, hung long and was pulled back by the same ropes that hugged her breasts, her thighs, and her waist, and she glared at the yokai defiantly, but was unable to speak due to the gag in her mouth.

Maiko hung next to her, her own shapely body bound by ropes that made it impossible for her to move. She glared at one small yokai that hung from a rope holding her ankle and tried and failed to kick him when he began sucking on her toes. Instead, her chest heaved with frustrated breaths. The creature laughed and nimbly climbed across the captive clan matriarch’s body, latching onto her torso as it began sucking on her breasts. Maiko’s face was red with fury as she writhed in her ropes, but all she did was draw a chorus of laughter from the yokai.

Both mother and daughter were on full display for the yokai, and their pale, flawless skin was marked with lines of black charcoal for the cuts of meat the monsters had intended to carve away once the feast was to begin. The breasts, buttocks, and various muscles along their shapely, toned legs, arms, torsos and backs were all sectioned off to be taken one by one by the cruel looking knives that decorated the table beneath them. Every beady, black eye was hungrily fixed on those perfect bodies, and Toujou sat at the head of the table, sporting various bruises and cuts from his battle with the mother and daughter team, but with a smile on his face as well.

“Calm yourselves, my children,” he said, holding his arms up. “We will begin soon. Be patient. For years, we have plotted our revenge against the apes who slaughtered us, and now that night has come. After they devastated our numbers, my lovely Anzu and I worked tirelessly to repopulate our numbers…”

Anzu sat next to Toujou, holding Chiyo’s head in her lap. She smiled at her lover and kissed him on the cheek.

“...And you, my children, will enjoy the bounty of our revenge on the Miyazawa clan.”

While he talked, Chiyo looked around the room. She counted the number of yokai, and then noticed a pile of clothing in the corner. She realized they were Asa and Maiko’s clothes when she saw their weapons among them.

“What do we do with this one, Toujou?” Anzu asked, stroking Chiyo’s hair. “She isn’t one of them.” She lightly ran her hands across Chiyo’s naked skin. “And she’s so delicate...I want to eat her too, but I think she should be made into one of us…”

Chiyo’s eyes went wide in panic and Anzu pulled her hair when she tried to get up. The yokai all laughed.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, my love!” Toujou commended her. “Let’s do it before we feast, so these two filthy cows may die seeing the child devouring their flesh.”

Anzu grinned and grabbed Chiyo by her hair, forcing her to her feet. Chiyo yelped as Anzu threw her onto the table, and when she landed, she felt her hand land on the wooden grip of a paring knife. She palmed it quickly as Anzu forced her back up and made her crawl toward the table toward Asa.

“Suck on your master’s teat, girl!” Anzu demanded.

“No!” Chiyo protested, and whimpered when Anzu struck her.

“Don’t think I won’t flay you, child,” Anzu threatened. “I have plenty of uses for human skin. Especially skin as nice as yours,” she said, licking Chiyo.

The girl winced and then found her face being shoved into Asa’s tit. She took the warm, flawless skin into her mouth, and Asa moaned in pleasure out of reflex as Chiyo licked and sucked her nipple. Anzu held the youth’s head against Asa’s chest and grinned, looking on proudly as Asa wiggled in her bonds, clearly fighting back the pleasure she was feeling from the action.

While this was happening, the small yokai mimicked the action, sucking on Maiko’s tits while still latching onto the older woman’s chest. Maiko glared heatedly at the little creature, feeling a special kind of indignant rage at her situation, as well as that of her daughter and Chiyo. She looked at Toujou, who simply watched, and calmed herself by imagining her hands around his neck. She then gasped when the yokai on her chest bit into her tit and cackled. It then climbed around her, down her back, and positioned herself on her toned ass. Maiko shifted her head as best she could, and screamed into her gag when she felt a small cock smack against the meat of her ass. She tried shaking the yokai off, but she gasped when he slid himself between her cheeks and began thrusting, and the raged welled up even more when the yokai smacked her ass while fucking her. The yokai grabbed Maiko’s ropes for leverage, thrusting his tiny hips back and forth, and he cackled as he violated her ass over and over, for Toujou, Anzu, and everyone else to see.

Chiyo, despite herself, reveled in the sweet taste of Asa’s skin. Her own nipples were rock hard, even as she felt enormous amounts of shame for being forced onto her sensei. She gasped when Anzu tugged her hair, and she took her time licking Asa’s nipples, savoring every taste. As she did, she raised her hands, putting them on Asa’s shoulders, and then slid them down her arms and body until she found her hands. Asa fought against the molestation, only stopping when she felt cold, sharp metal, and realized Chiyo was handing her the paring knife, moving slowly and carefully so none of the yokai saw the handoff. She moaned in acknowledgment into her gag and pressed the blade against her thigh, keeping it hidden in her palm and against her forearm.

She heard flesh slapping against the flesh as the small yokai continued fucking a defiant and increasingly angry Maiko, and she moaned in pleasure at the warmth and wetness of Chiyo’s mouth on her breasts, breathing deep to try and focus on anything else.

Anzu laughed and pulled Chiyo back. “That’s enough for now.” She threw Chiyo to the ground and got off the table. When Chiyo looked up, she saw herself surrounded by the yokai, and backed against the wall as cold, grasping hands touched her all over her naked body. Anzu then grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, pressing her against the wall.

“You’ll be happy alongside us,” Anzu said. “I always did want another daughter…”

Chiyo looked at her, her heart racing in her chest. All of the yokai were staring at her hungrily and Anzu pressed against the girl, forcing kisses on her slender body. She gasped when the old witch began fingering her again. As she thrust, some of the other yokai fondled her body, making every inch of exposed young flesh theirs to do with what they wanted. Chiyo looked past them, whimpering as Anzu and the yokai took her, and she saw Asa had managed to cut herself free. Asa lowered herself onto the table without a sound. The yokai that was fucking Maiko perked up, but got the paring knife in his throat before he could scream. Asa then nodded to Chiyo, grabbed a bigger blade, and began cutting Maiko loose.

Anzu stepped aside when Toujou approached, and he grabbed Chiyo’s hair and forced her to her knees.

“Before we began,” Toujou said “Let’s see what that pretty mouth does.”

Chiyo turned her head, squealing in disgust as a rock hard cock, the same dark blue as his skin, swelled in front of her. She tried pushing away and Toujou pulled her head toward his cock. She then looked up and she saw Asa and Maiko looming over the gathered Yokai, large knives in hand.

IV

Chiyo stood outside the entrance to Anzu’s cave, wearing what she could find of her clothes, and rags replacing what she couldn’t. She stared ahead, awestruck.

Asa glanced back at her. “It’s best not to look…”

Maiko crouched at the edge of the river, washing the last of dark blue blood off her hands before splashing her face. She then took a deep breath and stood, turned to face Chiyo and smiled.

“Well done back there, Chiyo,” Maiko said while walking toward her. “Goro raised a child he can be proud of.” She put her hand on Chiyo’s shoulder.

“Thank you…” She answered.

Maiko nodded and looked at Chiyo and her daughter. “Well, ladies, let’s get going,” she said, walking against the flow of the river.

“Mother,” Asa called after her. When Maiko paused and turned around, Asa continued. “Where are you going? The estate is that way,” she said, pointing the other way.

“We’ve already come this far. We might as well continue to the shrine,” Maiko said with a shrug. “It is closer and there are clothes and food there for us.”

“You want to continue the hike?” Asa said in disbelief. “What if there are more yokai?”

Maiko smiled and glanced at Chiyo. “Then it’s a good thing young Chiyo is here to protect us.”

Chiyo smiled at that and then noticed Asa’s side-eye. She stared at the ground. “Sorry, sensei…” After a few silent seconds, she began following Maiko, who put her arm around the girl as they walked together.

Asa watched them go, threw her hands up in frustration, and followed.

*

The next day, it was late morning Chiyo walked through the halls of the estate, rested and in clean clothes, and walked past the main training hall. She glanced at the scene she passed and then went inside. She found Maiko, in black combat clothing, presiding over a gathering of two dozen men and women, all dressed the same as Maiko. She noticed the house attendants, including Ren, among them. Everyone was on one knee, heads down, as Maiko walked the lines and inspected them.

“They’re going into the mountains to look for any yokai that might still be out there.”

Chiyo turned to find Asa standing to the side.

Maiko was walking toward them when Chiyo came in, and she looked at them. “You two are welcome to join us.”

Chiyo looked at Asa.

“Do you want to go into the mountains and hunt, or do you want to go back to the city and eat the best ramen you’ve ever had?” Asa asked.

Chiyo looked between mother and daughter for several seconds. “...I’ll get my bag, sensei.” She then bowed to Maiko. “It was an honor meeting you, Maiko-san,” she said before leaving.

Maiko smiled. “You should bring her into the clan, Asa. That girl has potential.”

“No, mother,” Asa said. “I will not let her get involved in our business here, or my business in Delta City. I don’t want that for her.”

“She’s old enough to decide for herself. Besides, would it be the worst thing in the world for you to come back home? Anisa and the others can manage without you and your cousins miss you.”

Asa watched Chiyo leave and then turned to Maiko. “...Your hunt is going to take some time. I’ll call you once we’re back in America.”

Maiko chuckled and shook her head before she and Asa hugged. Asa then left the room and Maiko turned to face her gathered warriors.

“Gather your blades, Miyazawa clan. Let none of the monsters survive our wrath!”

***

Chiyo yawned as she and Asa stepped into the hazy midday outside the arrivals terminal at the airport in Delta City. Asa looked around for their ride.

“Yo!”

Asa waved. “Come on, Chiyo.”

Naomi waited by the car and walked up to meet them when they approached. “Welcome back!” she said with a grin. “How was the motherland?”

“Interesting,” Asa told her as she put their bags in the trunk.

“Yeah, well, you look exhausted, but tell me all about it on the drive.”

“Hi, Ms. Naomi,” Chiyo said.

“What’s up, kid?” Naomi clapped her on the shoulder. “You two missed some excitement here. You won’t believe where me and Shorty ended up while you were gone.”

“Is that so?” Asa said as they all got in the car, with Asa in the passenger seat and Chiyo in the back.

“Yup,” Naomi said, settling into the driver’s seat. “We’ll exchange war stories over lunch. There’s a new barbecue place I wanna try. They carve up the dead animal right there in front of you. You two down?”

“No!” Asa and Chiyo both said reflexively, in unison.

The End