Sorry this chapter is out a couple hours later and for some of you a day later. my great grandmother, passed away this week and the funeral was today, so I had to travel to and from the town within the last couple of days, so its been interesting to say the least. so yeah...

also this is the chapter that i got freaking blocked writing it... because it was a hard chapter to write, please don't kill me though! haha, but also thanks for the reviews, alerts and faves. totally awesome! you all are totally awesome!

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This chapter is all about Sakura and whats going on, and is rated m for implications and brief details.

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Chapter 4

Her mind screamed over and over again that this wasn't happening, that it couldn't be happening! This wasn't how she had planned out her life! She was supposed to marry Yuhi and have her happily ever after, just as her mother told her so many times before that she would have. She wasn't supposed to be in such a place or predicament. How could these men be so heartless as to do this to them? To her?

The men dragged her to a holding pen where there were several other females also waiting for their certain doom, if you could call it that! The two men practically shoved her inside and luckily she caught herself before she fell to the dirty, mud encrusted ground. She knew that places like this existed, stories were always told about the men that did things like this. The Slave Traders. She shuddered just thinking about the name and also about what she knew would be her inevitable future.

It was strange to her. She would have thought that there would be more hustle and bustle around the women in the different pens, but there were not. Sure there were men standing guard and looking around and making sure that none of them escaped, but as too the potential buyers she saw none. She thought they would have been putting their filthy hands through the wooden slats to touch them but they weren't even around, and though her circumstance was one she didn't want to be in, she had to wonder how this whole thing happened. Of course it was only a couple of hours later that her question was answered.


She had found a corner of the pen and had sat down with her knees tucked up into her chest, her arms holding them in place. Her forehead rested against her knees and she breathed quietly trying to relax herself. It was stressful being in this predicament and she knew that she needed to remain as calm as possible.

The sun was setting when the hustle and bustle finally started. Men from the group that had taken her, started to mill about and started to prepare for something. The men were talking and shouting at one another and before any of the women and even some girls Sakura had come to find out, men were coming into the pens and taking a hold of the women and forcing them out into the world again.

Sakura just sat and watched, being left along so far. She could hear the other girls and women crying, wailing and pleading to be let go, to be released and it tore at Sakura's heart. She knew how hard it was to say goodbye to something. She had been torn from her parents only weeks ago and the wound was still fresh, and she also had the knowledge that she would most likely never see Yuhi again either.

She patiently and forlornly awaited what was to come, she was sure that whatever was going on was going to be whatever decided what happened to her from this moment on. It was startling when a shadow fell over her and when she raised her head, she expected to see just another brute but was met with the face of the man that had first inspected her, the leader of this trade group.

His grey eyes bore into her own emerald and she immediately felt the evil that was him. He grinned crookedly before muttering something into the ear of the man next to him. The man nodded and immediately made to grab her. Sakura tried to resist the man as he pulled her to her feet and then dragged her along, following the leader of the group.


There was a rather large tent set up near the pens. The man dragged her towards, following the grey eyed man into the tent. He led them near the back of the tent. Sakura's emerald eyes widened in horror and surprise at what was happening inside the tent. The women were being washed and dressed and having paint put on their faces. She felt the need to vomit. They were going to be sold. And even though she knew that was what they had been intended for all along, seeing other women prepare the girls and women she had been with made it even more real.

She was jostled to a stop as the grey eyed man spoke to two elderly women. The women nodded and sent a piercing gaze towards Sakura. She cowered under their stern gaze. The man that was holding painfully onto her arm suddenly thrust her towards the women who grabbed her, less painfully than the man had and while one stripped her of her little garb, the other prepared a metal tub of water. Putting different oils into it and stirring it.

Sakura tried desperately to cover her nakedness, especially from the eyes of the grey eyed man who had watched the woman strip her. An arm had come to cross over her breasts and the other farther south on her body. She hung her head letting her ratted and matted pink hair lay limp over her shoulders. One of the woman took a hold of her shoulders and moved her backwards, slightly away from the grey eyed man's gaze and into the tub.

Sakura expected the tub to be filled with cold water, but surprisingly it was a warm water and though it was in an almost rusty bucket, it smelled beautiful, compliments of whatever oils had been dipped into the water. The two women took to their task of scrubbing and washing her. She fought at first trying to get the womens' hands but after a sharp slap to the side of her head, she let them do what they pleased. One washed and applied some sort of lotion to her hair, getting the dirt, sweat, and some blood out of her hair. The other woman focused on her body, making sure Sakura's hands didn't get in the way of her cleaning. Sakura tried to close her legs as the woman pushed them open to scrub and wash away any grime or filth. She felt degraded.

After minutes of excruciating humiliation and almost unwanted attention, she was out of the tub and dried quickly and harshly, before a light robe was thrown over her exposed body. The two women led her to a stool where she was sat down and the women began preparing her hair and face. She was grateful that no white paint was applied to her already pale skin, yet coal was put on to outline her eyes making them stand out even greater than before. Her lips were painted red and her hair was twisted into an intricate braid. She let them do it to her now, she didn't care. All she wanted was for this nightmare to be over with.

Soon a man walked over and talked quietly with one of the woman. She nodded her head before going to grab something out of a trunk. When she returned she was carrying a crimson kimono with a silver obi and sheer ivory under robe. The women helped her into the under robe, and she couldn't wait until the crimson kimono covered her, so that she didn't feel so exposed to the world.

The women tied the obi in the front, and Sakura shuddered. With the obi in front it was easier for someone, a man, to pull and release the tight hold it had and reveal herself before him. She tried the move the obi around but the woman smacked her hand with a sharp crack. She drew in a sharp gasp and held her hand to her body. It hurt! Her eyes sought the woman's and once they met, she cowered. The woman was glaring at her, threatening her with her eyes to try to move the obi again. Sakura just let her hands fall in front of her obediently.

One of the women left and the other stayed behind watching Sakura carefully. Sakura kept still as the woman observed her. She was scared and frightened and didn't want what was to happen next to come. But unfortunately within only minutes the grey eyed man was back examining her. He nodded his head and a pleased expression crossed his face as he took her in.

"A job well done again, Amuri." the woman next to him bowed her head. "She will certainly fetch the highest price." he approached Sakura and walked around her. When he stood in front of her he placed his hands atop her shoulders, and Sakura resisted a shudder. He laughed and let his hands slide down and she instinctively gasped and moved away when his hands rested on her breast. Her gaze flared as she looked up into the grey eyes. He seemed pleased at her reaction.

He motioned something with his head and soon Sakura knew what it was. She felt a large body at her back and hands weighing her shoulders down. Glancing at the hands she looked back at the grey eyes, her expression horrified. They wouldn't.

"Hold her." the man's voice reverberated and the hands tightened even more upon her shoulders. "we must make absolutely sure she is pure." he grinned wickedly. "though I am most certain she is. Not even used to a man's hands on her breast." his hands became rougher in the said area. "I must say, you are a soft woman." his eyes gleamed with lust. And then the hands slipped lower. Over her cloth covered belly and below the obi.

She squirmed at the hands went lower and when she felt the layers of the obi start to move and part, she squeezed her thighs together. She gasped when a palm met flesh. The man was stroking the flesh and it made her shudder. Slowly agonizingly the hand moved upwards before hitting the apex where he pinched the sensitive flesh causing her legs to part and his hand immediately dove to its destination. Sakura gasped in mortification. It felt degrading. She felt his hand move and bit her lip as to not cry out.

After moments of poking and prodding, the hand retracted and her body sagged in relief. The grey eyed man leered down at her and pressed himself onto her. Letting her know how sick of a man he really was.

"If you weren't a virgin, I would have taken you already, and if you weren't going to fetch such a high price, I would keep you for myself." he rocked his hips and she shuddered. "Bring her. The special starts soon." he backed away from her and walked out of the tent, the burly man escorting her out of the tent as well.


The tent that she was brought into was a large tent, but it was also lavish. There were decorative pillows and throws of fine cloth. She tried to suppress the shudder that made its way up her spine. They must have entered through a back entrance, because her eyes widened when she saw other women just like herself in the area of the enclosure. The burly man holding her drug her forward still as the grey eyed man walked through the other men and women of the tent.

The men leered and reached to touch but the burly man behind her stopped their hands. The women looked at her with emptiness in their eyes. Within only feet she was shoved into a chair and the man stood over her watching her as the grey eyed man disappeared. She sat shivering waiting for someone to put an end to all this.

What she guessed to be about ten minutes later the leader entered the room and nodded. She was pulled from the chair but then escorted, calmly out of the room and then into a larger room. From there grey eyes took her and led her quietly through the large room to where she could see other women standing with their leaders nearby. She was stopped away from the other women and was roughly told to stay put. She did it in fear of her captor and what he would do if she didn't remain where she stood.

Soon he was back and leading her again towards another large room. The women were lined up, she herself once again separate from the others, but then men dressed in expensive breeches and robes entered into the room. There were few, twenty at the most and only eleven girls. At least nine men would leave without spoils. Her captor stood slightly in front and to the side of her.

She stood passively as the men examined the other women before one even made his way over to her. He was a well dressed man in formal robes, but he was at least into his fifties and Sakura fought off the urge to vomit when his hand touched her face before drifting lower.

"A fine specimen here." the man told her captor. "you seem to outdo yourself Asuo. This is the second girl that will fetch an extremely high price. Where do you find such women?" Asuo chuckled.

"One doesn't give away trade secrets. She was a surprise catch you could say." Sakura bit her lip in anger. That wasn't the truth. They had planned on capturing her.

"I'll be paying special attention to her bidding." the man shook Asuo's hand and moved toward the back.


Several other men came over to where she was at and examined her, and even touching her inappropriately, but not as inappropriately as Asuo had earlier in the other tent. Asuo watched her carefully, making sure she stood still as men came by to look at her. He still wished he would have been able to partake of her, but oh well, he was getting a high price for her virginity. The other women he knew probably weren't virgins, but there beauty and elegance made them eligible for this tent.

Sakura felt as though the examination period went on for forever, but it was certainly welcome when the men all retreated to the back and the women were escorted away from them. She was made to stand for a while longer until it was her 'turn' to be bid upon. And of course she was also the last woman to be bid upon.

Asuo escorted her to the front where she stood brazenly before all the men as they once again studied her. Then the bidding started. 50,000 yen. Sakura shuddered at the price. She had never even seen so much money, and she didn't think she was worth that much. The bidding went higher and higher, usually going up by 5000 more yen. Finally it was down to two men who were at 80,000 yen. One bid up 10,000 yen to 90,000 yen and after a few moments of silence the other bidder raised it to 100,000 yen. The other man fell away and for 100,000 yen she was sold to the man.

The men who had purchased came up to the front to have their new woman brought out to them. The men who had bought her approached her with grace. She was glad that he appeared younger, most likely within his thirties and wasn't too appalling to look at. If this was the man she was supposed to serve at least he was attractive, but at the same time it didn't help her at all. He had still bought her and he was just as disgusting as the man that had captured her for a profit.

Her eyes glanced to where the exchange was happening. Jingling bags were being exchanged as well as words, which she couldn't hear. But she probably didn't want to hear them. She stayed stock still and kept her eyes forward until the man approached her. He took her in and walked around her once, twice, three times before he finally touched her skin.

"Yes, you are definitely perfect." he murmured stroking her cheek. He nodded his head to Asuo before grabbing her forearm and leading her out of the tent and out of the slave trading compound. She followed meekly as he led them towards a large establishment, which turned out to be an inn and tea house.

Leading her up the stairs and down a long hallway he opened the wooden western door and led her inside. The room was set up like a traditional japanese room, mats and low ground table. He led her again to the bedroom where he maneuvered her to where she was standing at the foot of the western style bed.

Again he walked around her examining her, it was starting to get on her nerves. He reached to undo her intricate hair style letting the rosette locks fall down her back to between her shoulder blades. He let his fingertips play with the locks before taking his hand away.

"What is your name?" he said again fondling the locks.

"Sakura." she squeaked out and he hmmed in response and then changed his attitude.

"Since you are a virgin, I will be a gentleman and take things slow with you, but after tonight, when I need you, I will take you and there will be no complaint. Do you understand?" she nodded at his sharp tone. "Also you will be trained as a dignified woman. You will know the characteristics of a geisha. How to serve and how to do arts. I will not have you undignified." he began to untie the obi. "you should be thankful. Many masters are not this kind to their whores." the word was a slap to her face. "Because that is what you are. A whore in my bed and a lady out of it." he threw the obi to the floor and roughly shoved the crimson kimono off her shoulders and down her arms to the floor so only the thin under robe remained.

He stared at her, barely covered. "You are indeed a fine woman." his hands spread the ivory robe and touched her bare flesh, and her body jumped and he laughed. "you truly are untouched in the arts of a persons body. Don't worry, I will teach you well." and he removed the robe letting her stand fully nude before him.

His eyes darkened with lust at the sight of her body. It was supple yet toned. She had no extra weight where she didn't need it. Her breasts were full and round but didn't sag, but were perked. And she stood so straight. He loved this, being in control. His hands drew to her breast. Fondling them, testing them in his hands. He brought a hand down to her hip and back to her rear, pulling her forward to his body, so she was flush against him. She felt something hard against her stomach, she thought she was going to be sick when she realized what it was.

"When I take you." he whispered in her ear. " you are going to cry out my name." he pinched a nipple with his fingers and she grimaced. "You will cry out Yoshida for all to hear." and he pushed her back onto the bed.


hehe whoops! well that certainly wasn't what most of you expected i'm sure... if you remember yoshida is from ch 2... another merchant... so yeah... there you go.. please don't kill me! and they will meet i swear, in another two chapters i can give that much out! ch 6 is when they meet! so yeah

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