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This chapter of Re-Humanizing Sachiko is not for the faint of heart. It contains dark, mature, graphic content, such as: child abuse(physical and sexual), rape, torture, murder and general evilness. Please do not read if you may be offended by any of the subject matter listed above. If you decide to skip this chapter it will make no difference to the story, just know that some real bad things were done to Sayako and she in turn did some real bad things. Knowing that some of you will be skipping this chapter, I will save my Chapter 20 reviewer responses for the next chapter.
If you read any further than this: Remember - You Have Been Warned.
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(This fiction is based on the characters and settings created by Oyuki Konno)
Re-Humanizing Sachiko Chapter 21 - Sayako's Story
Okazuda Mei was the youngest daughter of the Okazuda family. The Okazuda's were a very old and respected family whose lineage was rumored to be royal. However Mei was considered by her relatives to be a 'black sheep' since her husband had embezzled funds from the family business and run off.
She still lived in one of the family's elegant homes, and was given a small allowance to cover living expenses. Otherwise she was treated as a pariah by her family, never invited to any gatherings or parties. Due to this, she had vowed to herself to become more successful than any of the relatives that treated her so badly. Mei figured her best chance was to have a perfect daughter that would marry into a rich and powerful family. This would surely bring her back into her parents good graces. The only thing that was missing was a daughter. All she needed to do now was find an orphanage that would give her a young girl no questions asked.
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"You'll make certain no one knows about this," the black haired lady in her early twenties asked the wizened old nun in front of her.
The nun smiled fondly at the young woman. "Confidentiality is assured," the older woman stated. "Only my fellow sisters and I are aware of this transaction. Your identity will remain a secret. I promise."
"Can I see her now," the young woman asked excitedly.
"Why of course," the old nun said. She then turned to the young girl in novice robes, standing by the door. "Novice Misame, could you go get Hina-chan."
"I'll be right back, Sister Agatha," the younger girl told her superior, then left the room. She returned a minute or so later, carrying a little girl's with black hair who was about two years old. The Novice then took her place behind and to the right of the older Sister.
"Now I believe you spoke of a donation to our humble orphanage," the Sister in charge inquired of the young woman in front of her.
The young woman reached into her bag and pulled out five stacks of banded bills, and handed them over to the nun in front of her. The sister flipped through the stacks, then turned to Misame and nodded.
The novice stepped forward and gave the little girl over to the young woman, saying, "Hina-chan, meet your new mother."
The young woman took the child, and smiled down at her. "Hina-chan, from now on you will be named Sayako," the new mother told the little girl. "That's a pretty name, isn't it?" She then turned to the Sisters, "Thank you. You don't know how happy you've made me."
The old Sister smiled fondly at the new family. "And thank you for your generous donation to St. Margaret's. You have no idea how many other children you've helped tonight also. Let me escort you out."
Minutes later the Sister Agatha came back into the director's office. Seeing the young novice still standing there, she asked the younger girl. "This doesn't sit right with you. Does it, Novice?"
"No, it doesn't," the novice said in an irate tone. "How do we know what kind of environment Hina-chan will be going to? We don't even know if that woman gave us her real name. Do you care so little about our charges that we can just let one go like that?"
Sister Agatha came over to the younger nun and placed an arm gently across Misame's shoulders. "I don't like doing things like this either. But sometimes situations aren't all black and white, and we have to make compromises," the older nun pointed to the stacks of money she left on her desk. "We don't get many donations as a general rule. Even the mother house only gets so much in, and having to support many other orphanages in addition to ours, there simply isn't enough to meet everyone's needs. We have to supplement it where we can. There are nineteen other girls that will benefit from what we did tonight. We also have one that has a family now. We Sisters are a poor substitute for a real mother and father. I'd rather see one of our girls have a chance at a better life, than be forced out of here at fifteen to fend for herself."
"But how can we be sure Hina-chan will be safe," the young novice asked.
"We can't be sure of any girl's safety after she leaves our walls," the older nun stated pulling the girl into a comforting embrace. "The only thing we can do, is pray for God to watch over her."
Too bad God wasn't listening.
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A three year old Sayako was sitting at the dinner table with her mother. She reached down with her fingers and picked up a piece of chicken from her plate. She yelped out in pain and dropped it when the ever present riding crop smacked her hand. "A real lady must never eat with her hands, girl," her mother chided. "Always use a utensil. And stop that bawling. It's unladylike."
Sayako sniffled, trying to hold back her tears. "Yes, mommy," she said quietly between her slowing sobs. "I'm sowwy. Sayako will be a good girl. I pwomise."
"A lady of the Okazuda family must always be the best," the older woman stated, as she lifted the toddlers chin gently, and added, "You understand. Don't you sweet-ling?"
Sayako nodded and gave her mother a shy smile. She liked it when her mother called her nice names like 'sweet-ling' and 'princess'. She definitely didn't like being called 'brat' or 'bitch'. All little Sayako knew was that she was a bad girl most times, and deserved to be punished, so she appreciated the gentle names her mother called her even more. She wrapped her little arms around the older woman and squeezed. "I wuv you," she said.
The black haired woman, ruffled the toddlers hair and smiled. "Now let's finish our meal, so we can get you ready for bed," she said. "And if your a very good girl, I'll even let you sleep in my bed tonight."
Sayako gave her mother a huge smile, then bent over her plate with her fork and ate every last bite. After dinner, her mother hustled her up the stairs and into the bath. Little Sayako liked baths. She enjoyed the warm water, and let it soak away her troubles, making the world look fresh and clean. Once she was done, her mother got her out of the tub, dried her off and dressed her in a white cotton nightdress.
"Why don't you go get the bed set for us, while I wash up and get ready for bed myself," the old woman asked. Sayako started to run off, but was chastised, by the woman. "Don't run. A lady never runs." Sayako stopped and walked sedately down the hallway.
It took the toddler a little while to get the bed set up. She slowly, neatly turned down the covers on the big bed, and fluffed the pillows just right. She then climbed into the bed and waited patiently for her mother. She looked down at the fading welt across the back of her hand. "Bad hand," she said, slapping at the offensive appendage, and wincing at the sting. "You made mommy mad. Baka!" Having said what she did, she snuggled against the pillows and waited.
Minutes later her mother came in, dressed in a sheer, satin nightgown. She was sipping on a glass of wine. She put the glass down, and sat on the edge of the bed. The older woman looked over at the little girl and smiled. "Are you here to make your momma feel good." At the young girl's nod, she stripped her nightgown over her head and lay back on the bed, naked. "Come suckle momma, baby."
Sayako liked making her mother happy. She especially liked it, when she and her mother spent time like this. Her mother was so gentle, kind and said sweet words to her when they were together like this. She slid over to the middle of the bed and gently took the woman's nipple in her mouth. She tugged it gently with her lips, causing her mother to softly moan. The moaning got louder when the little girl ran her tongue across the tip. Her mother's hands cradled her against the soft bosom.
After some time her mother's hands guided her head to the other breast. Sayako focused her attentions there as her mother moaned and said her name softly and lovingly. The woman's hips started thrusting and gyrating against her. Sayako knew it was time to make her mother feel real good. Before she could be guided, the little girl scooted down between her mother's silky legs. The spicy aroma told her that the woman was more than ready.
The older woman screamed with pleasure as Sayako worked between her legs. Her hands held the little girl's head down holding it there. "That's it Saya-chan," she said groaning. "Right there. You're making momma feel so good. M mm. Momma loves her little baby. Drink from momma, Saya-chan." After that she fell into a fit of incoherence, moaning, groaning, and grunting from the powerful orgasm she just experienced. After that her body went slack, and she released Sayako's head.
The little girl scrambled up to the head of the bed and wrapped her arms around her mothers neck, and kissed her. "Did Sayako do good, mommy," she asked expectantly.
The older woman opened her eyes and smiled on her daughter. "You always know how to make momma feel good, my little Saya-chan. Mommy loves you, sweet-ling." After hearing those words, Sayako closed her eyes and fell asleep with a smile on her face.
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"Remember you are an Okazuda," the older woman told the girl in the kindergarten smock in front of her. "Our line is old and respected. We can trace our lineage back to royalty. So don't do anything that would embarrass us. We are better than everyone else. You're a princess. Make sure you behave like one."
"Yes mommy," the now five year old Sayako replied. "It will be as you say."
Sayako was a little apprehensive as she sat in the sedan that would take her to school. This was a big change for the child. Up until now, her days had been filled with lessons given by her mother, where errors were corrected by the sting of the riding crop her mother always carried. There wasn't any time given for her to socialize with other children.
Over the past two years there were some small changes in the relationship between mother and daughter. She was no longer called by 'poppet' or 'sweet-ling'. And the only time she heard 'Saya-chan' was during her mother's cries of pleasure when they shared the bed together at night. And those nights were becoming few and far between ever since her mother had started having various 'uncles' stay overnight.
Sayako was very jealous of the 'uncles'. The first time one stayed over, she went obediently to her bedroom and tried to sleep. But then she heard her mothers cries of pleasure com down the hall. She padded down the hallway and put her ear to the bedroom door. "Oh, yes," she heard her mother moan. "That feels so good. You're the best."
Those words caused Sayako to run back to her room, throw herself on the bed and weep. 'Don't I make her feel good anymore,' she despaired. 'Did I do something wrong? Bad Sayako.' She stood up and went to her desk, retrieved a wooden ruler, then sat back down on her bed. She started whacking her thigh repeatedly with the ruler saying, "Sayako's a bad girl, bad girl. Always a bad girl. I deserve to be punished. Sayako is no good."
Little Sayako kept up the self flagellation until her leg was numb. She dropped the ruler onto the floor, and lay down on her bed, wincing when she tried to slide her legs under the covers. The next day nobody even asked why she was limping.
In school, Sayako's arrogance, lack of social skills, and superior intellect, caused her to be classified as 'odd' by the other students. This classification made Sayako a ripe target for ridicule and bullying. At first, it was name calling, the child was relatively unaffected by them, being called worse names by her mother. Unhappy with the lack of response her assailants upped the ante by more physical means.
One morning, when Sayako changed to her inside shoes, she felt something sharp jab into her foot. She took off the offending shoe and looked inside it. There she found a thumbtack. She looked around and saw two of her classmates giggling in the corner. She gave them both a stern glare, and they turned away to hide their guilt. She put the shoe back on her foot minus the tack, and sat down at her desk.
Later that day, when the class was outside playing, the next incident occurred. As Sayako was walking around the yard, looking at the various flowers and bushes, she felt somebody run into her, causing her to fall into a mud puddle. She looked up and around, and saw the same two classmates from earlier laughing at her situation. The young girl got angry and didn't restrain herself as she ran over to the aforementioned classmates. She knocked one down and punched the other in the face. Soon the teacher came over and broke up the fight.
When she came home and gave the teacher's note to her mother, all hell broke loose. "What were you thinking, you stupid bitch," the older woman screamed, slashing at the young girl with the riding crop, and catching Sayako's shoulder. "Resorting to violence. How unladylike."
"But they pushed me down first," the younger girl argued back, earning her another swat with the leather tipped stick.
"It doesn't bother me that you took action and stood up for yourself," the woman stated. "What really matters is that you got caught. If you really want to pay somebody back like that, you must remain calm, come up with a plan, and implement it in such a way that you don't get caught. I am very disappointed in you Sayako. Strip and assume the position."
Sayako took off her clothing until she was completely nude. She knelt down in front of her mother, facing away from the older woman. The five year old bent over so her chest touched the floor, and extended her arms in front of her.
The older woman raised her hand, holding the riding crop, above her head, and brought it down hard against the child back. She smiled in satisfaction when she heard the loud 'SMACK' the riding crop made when it contacted the tender skin on Sayako's back. The younger girl cried out and flinched from the pain. "I can't hear you counting," the girl's mother said.
"One," the young girl said, shakily. She flinched when she was hit again, "Two .." after a half dozen more whacks, Sayako's back was on fire, and she felt tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. 'I mustn't cry,' she thought, closing her eyes to keep the tears at bay. "Nine ..."
Sayako counted a total of twenty-five lashes before the older woman stopped the assault on her body. Her back was bloody and raw. Every movement causing unbearable agony, when she straightened up her body. She looked at her mother, then bowed her head in shame. "Get up and come with me," the woman said and walked into the kitchen. Sayako got up, wincing at the pain as she tried to hurry herself so her mother wouldn't get too far ahead. In the kitchen, she was told to get a bucket and bring it along with her.
Sayako followed her mother down to the basement where the woman unlocked and opened an empty, unused storeroom. "Get in," her mother ordered, and the child stepped inside. "This is where you'll be spending your week of suspension. During that time you will reflect on your actions, and plot your revenge. You will be locked in here, so use the bucket as a toilet."
Then her mother closed the door and Sayako could hear the sound of the lock click in place. She was startled, and dropped the bucket from her hand, when she was plunged into darkness. The little girl turned around and rushed at the door she entered from. "Let me out," she cried, rattling the door. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Don't leave me alone. I'm sorry." The young girl banged on the door, repeatedly, saying, "I'm sorry." After a while her legs gave out, and knelt next to the door. She kept repeating her mantra of "I'm sorry" as the child rested her forehead against the cool wood of the door.
"You're weak," a girl's voice said venomously, stirring the young girl from sleep.
Sayako, looked around the storeroom for the source of the voice, but didn't sense anyone nearby. "Who's there," she fearfully called out into the darkness.
The sound of giggling came to her ears. "There's no one out there, silly," the voice stated. "I'm right here, inside you."
"Huh," the little girl said, confused.
"I'm part of you," the other voice said. "The stronger part. The part that takes over when you're scared and run away, and I'm sick of it. If you can't handle it, then I'll take over permanently. Hina-chan."
The girl felt her mind being sucked down into a murky maelstrom of random thoughts. She tried swimming against the current, trying to make it back to the surface, but the other presence inside her pushed her farther down. Soon she no longer had the strength to fight, and let herself be assimilated by the whirlpool.
The girl laughed with a cold laugh. "I did it," she exclaimed. "What do you think about that, Hina-chan," the girl asked her alter ego. "I, Sayako, am now in control. When she didn't hear anything from inside her head, she tossed her head back and let out an evil sounding cackle.
Without any incoming light, the 'new' Sayako had no idea how much time had passed, since she was placed in this empty store room. To keep herself occupied she paced the room to get a feel for her surroundings. The room was about four foot deep by six foot wide. The floor was hard cement. The only other thing in the room was the metal bucket she brought with her. She found it and set the bucket up in the corner, for use as a toilet. She sat down against the wall and thought about how to get revenge on her classmate, who was the instigator of the series of events she now experienced.
Time passed slowly for the imprisoned Sayako. The constant rumbling in her gut told her that it had been some time since she last ate. She lay her head back against the wall and envisioned the many tortures she wanted to perform on the girl who caused her such trouble. She dozed for a while until the click of the lock brought her to full alertness.
She watched the door open, squinting as the light burned her eyes. She could barely make out a figure bend down and place something inside the door. Without a word the figure stood back up and closed the door. Sayako didn't move until she heard the lock click home. When she got to the door she felt around, finding a bowl with a set of chopsticks set on top. Sayako picked up the bowl and tore into it. It was just white rice, but as hungry as she was, it tasted like the best meal she'd ever had. All too soon, the bowl was empty, and she set it and the chopsticks by the door.
Sayako spent the rest of her week of captivity, much like that. She sat thinking, slept, and ate the infrequent meals of white rice that were provided her. It was a colder, more calculating girl that walked out of the store room, than when Sayako first entered. That could be seen by the way she exacted revenge on her classmate.
"Don't tell me you're too scared to swing any higher," Sayako said to her nemesis, a week later. Her classmate was standing on the swing, going back and forth.
"I'm not scared," the other girl said, trying to push herself higher. After a minute or so she rose herself up to about seven feet off the ground. "See, I told you I could do it."
"I bet you can't jump off with it that high," Sayako needled.
"Can too," the other girl said, and waited until her next upswing. She let go and pushed off the swing. She caught her foot on the swing, causing her body to turn, so that she landed diagonally on one foot. A faint snapping sound was heard as she fell one on the ground, screaming in pain.
Little Sayako, looked down at her classmate's leg with the foot turned at an unnatural angle, then she gazed at the girls face contorted with pain. A small smile formed on her lips when she said softly, so only the two of them could hear, "Serves you right, bitch."
Sayako ran to get help from the teacher, and was praised for keeping a cool head in a crisis.
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Over the next five years, Sayako learned to be friendlier and more social with her classmates. In fact some of them actually believed the black haired girl to be their friend. Usually one or two learned too late just how little Sayako regarded friendship. The girl was your friend as long as you were useful to her. So once you outlived your usefulness, you were tossed away in the most embarrassing manner possible. Her classmates tried to make sure they were as useful as they could be to Sayako.
The ten year old Sayako stood outside her mother's bedroom door when the older woman was entertaining yet another 'uncle'. The 'uncles' have been coming around almost every single day for the past three years, and Sayako no longer spent 'quality' time with her mother in bed. 'What can they do, that I can't,' she asked herself trying to figure out something she could do to be that close to her mother again.
Sayako quietly cracked the door open, and peeked inside the room. She gasped in shock at what she saw. Her mother was down on her knees in front of the 'uncle', and he was putting his 'thing' in her mothers mouth.
Her mother must have heard the child's gasp because she turned to the doorway and said angrily, "Get in here, Sayako." The young girl entered the room quickly so as not to make her mother angrier than she already was. Her mother pointed to the floor next to her and ordered Sayako to kneel. "If your that interested in watching, the your old enough for doing," her mother told her, once Sayako was on her knees.
"Now open your mouth and put it in," her mother said, indicating the uncle's 'thing'. Sayako did as she was told, her nose wrinkling from the sweaty smell. "Now lick it like a lollipop, my dear," her mother instructed. "That's a good little Saya-chan. Now move it in and out of your mouth."
At this point the 'uncle' started moaning, and Sayako's mother smiled at her daughter. "You really are a natural at this, my Saya-chan.," she said approvingly.
Just then the child felt the man's hands on her head, drawing it closer to him. His 'thing' moved farther down her throat with each thrust. She could barely breathe and started gagging as he went deeper. Suddenly he thrust it all the way down her throat and she vomited, tasting bitter bile. The man was grunting and groaning, moving her head faster and faster until he just held her head next to him, and she felt a thick fluid jet down her throat. He released her once the flow of fluid stopped. She pulled her head back and took in much needed air, choking as she did so.
Her mother caressed her back as she fought for breath. "It gets easier with more practice," the older woman said, comfortingly. "You did really well for a first time, my little Saya-chan." Then her mother leaned in and kissed her tenderly. "Now how about you make Momma feel good too."
Sayako smiled and readily agreed, nestling her head between her mother's legs. From then on both of them entertained the 'uncles' that came by.
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It was the first week of middle school. Although a good part of Sayako's class was made up from people who had known of her from her elementary years, the were a few new faces, who had come from other schools. Most of the newcomers heard rumors about the black haired princess, and became 'fans'. The all wanted the girl to look favorably on them, so they could experience a little greatness in their lives.
Sayako thrived on the attention she was getting. The little offerings of baked goods and such, fueled her ego to greater heights. She was coming into middle school, with the highest scores of her class, and her popularity was soaring. At least until Harukimi Kanae, transferred into their class a month into school. Her parents just moved back to Japan from abroad. And to middle school girls, exotic, foreign lands were much more exciting than the epitome of grace and beauty which was Sayako.
'I have to do something about Kanae-san,' the princess seethed to herself. Sayako was angry at the girl. Not only was she becoming more popular, she was also getting better grades, dropping Sayako's ranking down to second place. 'She's so arrogant, with that smug smile she gives me when no one is looking. I hate that wench.'
That night, Sayako came home and thought about the problem of Kanae. She couldn't use her usual intimidation tactics, because the girl's increasing popularity would just make it seem to her classmates that Sayako was merely jealous. Whatever she did, she must appear blameless, or better yet a victim. All of a sudden the pieces of a plan came together in her mind. All she had to do was wait until the next test.
It was less than a week later, when Sayako could put her plan in motion. She followed Kanae into the bathroom, just before the class was about to take the test. Just as the other girl was washing up, Sayako asked, "Kanae-san, can I have a moment?"
"S-sure, Sayako-san," Kanae said nervously.
Sayako giggled. "There's no need to be nervous, Kanae-san," she said cupping the other girls cheek. "I don't bite. I just have a proposal for you."
As Sayako let go, Kanae turned her face from the girl, hiding her blush of embarrassment. "W-what kind of proposal," she stammered.
"Just a friendly wager, Kanae-san," Sayako continued. "Whichever of us gets the lowest grade on this test, has to do the other's bidding for a week."
Kanae thought for a moment, then held out her hand, smiling mischievously. "It's a bet," she stated.
Avoiding the outstretched hand, Sayako, leaned into Kanae and eve the girl a soft, lingering kiss on the side of the mouth. "I prefer to seal it with a kiss," she whispered before she headed back to class, leaving Kanae standing by the sink, stunned, touching her cheek.
That Thursday, the test grades were given out, not only did Kanae not get the highest score, she managed to get the lowest in the class. After school she went over to Sayako and placed her test paper on the desk in front of her rival. "You win," she said apathetically. "When do you want me to start my penalty."
"How about we start tomorrow after school," Sayako suggested, smiling. "Plan to stay over for the weekend."
"O-okay, Sayako-san," Kanae said with a red tinge to her cheeks. "It will be as you say." She started to walk away, when she felt a soft squeeze on her hand.
"Don't worry, Kanae-san," Sayako said fondly. "I think we'll be a lot closer after this weekend."
Kanae, turned her head away, trying to hide her flushed face, and walked back to her desk.
The next day, after school, the pair went over to Sayako's house, where Kanae met the older Okazuda. "It's so nice to meet you, Kanae-chan," the older woman said jovially. "You and my daughter must be very close. She never brings any of her friends from school over."
Not knowing what else to say, Kanae bowed, blushing and said, "Thank you for having me. I am in your care."
The older woman smiled and turned to her daughter. "She's so polite, Sayako dear. You could learn a thing or two from her. Why don't you show her to your room and help her get settled. I'll call you for dinner."
Sayako just nodded, and led the other girl to her room. "You can put your bag over there" she said pointing to the corner of the room. Kanae did so, and sat down when told to sit anywhere. "Kanae-san, I find it hard to believe you got such a low grade on that test. I suspect that you did that on purpose," Sayako stated, giving the girl a knowing smile. "Am I correct?"
Kanae swallowed hard, then looked back at the elegant girl sitting on the bed in front of her. "Y-yes," she answered, blushing. "I've been thinking about you ever since I transferred in. You're so beautiful, and elegant. I never had the confidence to approach you or even talk to you. When you proposed the bet, I thought is was my opportunity."
"Then why didn't you try to get a better grade," Sayako asked. "Then the roles would have been reversed, and you could have done to me whatever you wished."
"I would never think of forcing you to do anything against you will, Sayako-san," the other girl answered.
Sayako jumped off her bed, and slapped the girl across the face. "You forget your place, Kanae-san. You will address me as your better."
Kanae bowed her head in a mixture of shame and fear. "I'm sorry, Sayako-sama."
Sayako extended her hand and ruffled the other girl's hair affectionately. "Good girl. That's how you will address me from now on," she advised. "Don't make me correct you again."
"Yes, ojou-sama," the kneeling girl said submissively.
"I want you to be completely honest with me," Sayako requested. "The rest of this weekend hinges on your answer to the next question. Do you love me, Kanae?"
"Y-yes, Sayako-sama," Kanae said nodding, her cheeks turning bright red.
"Good," Sayako said, giving Kanae her winning smile. "What would you do to prove your love for me?"
"Anything, that was within my power," she responded.
"You don't know how happy I am to hear that," the princess stated, smiling wide. "I will be testing you all through this weekend. Asking you to do things. If you truly love me, you will perform those duties without question or hesitation, and I will reward you for your efforts. If you fail in any way, I will make it so you do not exist in the school. You will be shunned."
At that point Sayako's mother came and got the two girls for dinner. The three of them sat down at the table and ate. The older woman asked Kanae about school, her family, and also inquired about her life overseas. She also informed the girls that she would be going out for the weekend, starting tomorrow, and they would be on their own. She excused herself to go get ready, when the servant cleared the table.
After her mother left, Sayako said to Kanae. "Go with the servant and wash the dishes. When your done, come up to my room."
"Yes, ojou-sama," Kanae immediately answered, then got up and followed the maid to the kitchen. Sayako smiled mischievously, as she stood up from the table, and headed to her room. For the rest of the night, Kanae did whatever small things Sayako asked. And when they went to bed, the girl slept on the hard floor at the foot of the bed the princess was sleeping in.
Saturday, Sayako decided they would go out and do some window shopping. The pair walked around the shopping district. Kanae, being in the position of personal attendant, walked a respectful distance behind, and carried the few small purchases the princess made. She also paid close attention to Sayako, so that when the girl said something like, "I need a drink." Kanae would rush off and get it immediately. Kanae didn't mind, doing any of these things. After all, it was a way to show her love for Sayako. It was enough just to see the woman she loved smile, or even feel the princesses soft hands against her cheek. It was one of those times, when Sayako pulled her hand back, that Kanae saw the missing nail on the girl's left little finger. She asked about it.
"I did something that made mother angry, and she made me remove it as punishment," Sayako stated, flatly.
Kanae couldn't help but cringe thinking about the pain Sayako must have endured as the nail was pulled out. "I'm sorry for bringing it up," she said compassionately.
"It's of no moment," the other girl responded. "Let's go in there and look around." Sayako indicated a little shop that specialized in handbags and other ladies accessories.
The pair walked into the establishment, and Sayako started poking around, looking at the scarves that were on display. She pulled out a blue silk one that matched her eyes, wrapped it around her neck, and admired herself in the mirror. "Doesn't this look good on me," she asked her companion.
"It suits you, Sayako-sama," the other girl responded.
"Good," Sayako said, taking off the scarf and handing it to the other girl. "We'll take it." She pulled Kanae back, as the girl was about to head to the counter to pay for the item. "That's not what I meant," she told Kanae. "Poke around for a couple of minutes then meet me outside with it."
"You want me to steal it," The other girl whispered in shock.
"Yes," the princess replied, before walking away and leaving the shop.
Kanae looked around nervously, as she looked around at some purses on a rack by the door. After waiting what she thought was enough time, the girl sauntered toward the door. Just as she was about to leave, she felt herself being pulled back by a strong grip on her shoulder.
"Just what do you think you're doing," she heard a man's voice say behind her. "You're not going anywhere, thief. Except to my office and wait for the police." The middle aged man dragged Kanae to the back of the store and into a small office containing a desk and two chairs.
The man forced the girl into one of the chairs and reached for the phone, but before he could dial, Sayako entered the office. "I.m sure we could come to some agreement, so as not to involve the police," she said in a far too seductive manner for a middle school student.
"I-I'm not sure what you mean," the shopkeeper stammered as his lower head kicked in.
Sayako walked over to the man, and caressed the rapidly increasing bulge in his pants. "I think you do," she said, before undoing the man's pants and pulling them down off his hips. "Kanae, get on your knees next to me." When the other girl was settled next to her, she continued. "Now take this into your mouth and move your tongue around it." Kanae, paused for a moment in fear of what she was about to do, but not wanting to disappoint Sayako, reluctantly did as she was told.
The man moaned as Kanae's lips started working on him. Sayako, ran her fingers gently through the girl's hair. "That's good," she said approvingly. "Now move your head back and forth, and slide it between your lips." When the kneeling girl did that, the man groaned and his breathing sped up. Soon the man was thrusting his crotch in time with the girl's motions. He started grunting like an animal, and grabbed Kanae's head, forcefully pulling the girl's head into him. The girl gagged as the man held her there, letting out a long groan as he came into her mouth, his juices oozing out from the young girl's lips. "Swallow it," Sayako told the girl, who grimaced at the salty taste.
Sayako gave the girl a tissue to clean her face, and the man spoke. "I'm going to need a little more than that, in order to keep me from having your friend arrested," He told Sayako, hoping to get a little something from the beautiful princess.
"So that's how it is," the princess stated. "Kanae, get up and bend over the desk." The other girl slowly obeyed, not knowing what was coming next. As soon as she was bent over, she felt Sayako, lift her skirt, and pull her panties off her hips. "Would this be acceptable," Sayako asked.
The man walked over and stood behind the girl bent over the desk. Sayako noticed a Polaroid camera on the desk, and picked it up, moving to the other side of the desk facing the man. Kanae flinched as she felt something hard brush up against her sex, and hands spreading her apart. The man pushed against the girl more forcefully when he didn't gain immediate entry.
The young girl screamed in pain as she felt herself split apart by the intrusion. Sayako started snapping pictures, as the man started in on the girl, making sure their faces were captured by the camera. The man's thrusts started speeding up as Kanae's muscles were loosened up by the unmerciful assault on her neither regions. Kanae looked at Sayako, with a pleading expression, only to be greeted by the twinkle of excitement and desire, reflected in those blue eyes. Sayako's expression, gave her the strength to endure what was happening, knowing that what she was doing somehow pleased the princess in front of her. The thrusts got faster and faster, until she felt something shoot up inside her and the man slowly removed himself from her.
The man pulled up his pants and refastened them around his waist. "We're done here," Sayako said coldly to the man, before turning to Kanae. "Get dressed, and grab our things. We're leaving."
Kanae followed the instructions as quickly as she could. Her legs were a little numb, and the feeling of the stuff oozing out of her, made her want to get back to Sayako's house and take a long bath. As the pair was walking out of the store, Sayako said to the other girl, "It gets easier the more times you do it."
Kanae had a hard time believing that her perfect princess performed things like that. "Does that mean ..." she said before being cut off.
"If you can get a man thinking with his lower brain, then he will be easier to manipulate," Sayako said, ending the discussion.
Once they got home, Sayako sent her companion to get the bath ready for her. When she was done she allowed Kanae to take hers. Afterward, the pair sat down to eat dinner. Kanae again did the dishes and went to Sayako's room to keep the princess company.
"You did very well today," Sayako said, while Kanae sat behind her and brushed out her long, black hair. "I really thought you would have resisted more at the store, but you didn't. I'm impressed."
"It makes me happy to hear you say that Sayako-sama," Kanae responded happily.
"Good, " the princess stated, turning around to face the other girl, reaching out to tenderly caress Kanae's cheek. "I just have one other test for you to pass, then you can claim your reward. I was planning on waiting until tomorrow, unless you want it now."
"If it's all the same, I'd like to get it over with now," Kanae said.
"I was hoping you'd say that. Wait right here," the princess ordered as she left the room, returning minutes later with a heavy wooden contraption. Sayako laid it on her writing desk. The base of the thing was wood, about 3 feet long. Attached to one side were leather straps with buckles, and on the other side was a steel lever, connected by gears to a clip.
Kanae looked at the ugly, gruesome machine, and asked, "What is that?"
"It's a fingernail puller," Sayako stated, showing the girl her little finger. "Your arm straps in here, so your hand stays still. You then place the end of the nail in the clip. Push the lever down hard, and your fingernail comes out."
Kanae swallowed with trepidation, knowing what Sayako was going to ask her to do. The other girl seeing the fear in her eyes, took her hand gently and led her to the chair in front of the desk. She was terrified and couldn't move.
Sayako took Kanae's left arm and placed it between the straps, then secured the arm to the machine, saying, "There's nothing to be afraid of. A few moments of intense pain and your nail will be gone." The princess lined up the fingernail of the girl's left little finger and guided it into the clip. "Now when you're ready, bang down on the lever with all your might, and it will be done." Then she said sweetly into the other girl's ear, "You love me, don't you? Prove that you love me. Give me something of yours. Please Kanae. I'd have a piece of you forever."
The sweet pleading in her ear, toyed with her heart strings, and clouded her mind. Sayako's soft breath against her ear was driving her mad, causing wetness to form between her legs. Sayako's urgings became more insistent, and finally her princesses hurt tone, saying, "You never loved me," caused her to act.
"Yes I do," Kanae screamed and brought her fist down hard on the lever. She howled at the agonizing pain that followed as her fingernail was ripped out violently. Tears came to her eyes, as she tried to breathe through the pain. She was dimly aware of her left arm being released, and warm arms encircling her.
The pain dulled to a deep throb, and Kanae looked up and saw the most radiant smile on her loves face. "I knew you could do it," Sayako said proudly. "Now, let's get you bandaged up, then I can give you your reward." The princess gently treated the wound. First she applied some cream to the base of the nail bed, then she wrapped gauze around the finger until it was well covered and padded.
Sayako undressed herself and lay on the bed. Kanae's heart stopped as she took in the loveliness before her. "You are beautiful, Sayako-sama," she breathed. "A goddess."
Sayako extended her arms toward the other girl,smiling. "Come to me and claim your reward, my love," she said in a sexy voice. Kanae slowly walked over and lay herself down on the bed facing the naked girl.
"Kiss me," the princess said, and Kanae obliged, bringing her lips to Sayako's. The kiss deepened and she heard her princess moan softly. The pair kissed for a bit, and Kanae ran her hand lightly over Sayako's breast. The naked girl arched her back and moaned louder.
Kanae mover her lips from Sayako's and brought them to her love's nipple, causing more cooing noises to come from the princess. After a while she felt her head being pushed down toward the cleft between Sayako's legs. "Drink from me, my love," Sayako said. "Claim your reward." The princess screamed in pleasure an Kanae licked and drank from her.
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With the loss of a fingernail, Kanae became the first member of Sayako's inner circle. She was constant by the princess side, ready to fulfill the girl's wishes at a moments notice. Everyone was surprised when Kanae's grades tanked the second half of the year, and she was retained. She was also a common fixture at Sayako's home, and helped out servicing the many 'uncles' that visited.
Over the following years, more girls joined the inner circle, each coming in on a Monday, with their left little finger wrapped in gauze. They were feared by their classmates, and not many people had the courage to stand up to them. Troublesome things happened to those that did.
One girl had to transfer schools after her father was arrested for having sex with a minor. The local police received a set of pictures accompanied by a note. Another girl, who consistently bad mouthed Sayako, went missing for a week, and was found wandering around naked, in a fugue state. It was determined later that she was held prisoner and repeatedly gang raped. Another girl was found drowned in a fountain, after apparently falling into it and hitting her head, losing consciousness.
When Sayako entered her high school years at Lillian Jogakuen, she was a striking figure. Her long black hair, and blue eyes turned a number of heads, and many upperclassmen were rejected, when they approached the princess to make her their petit soeur. She would never allow herself to be controlled.
It was in high school that Sayako and the members of her coterie, went into business. It started with Sayako setting up paid 'dates' for her girls with older men, and there were a lot of lonely salary men in need of the comfort her girl could provide. This brought her to the attention of one of the local gangs looking for a piece if the action. Soon after her meeting with the gang leader, Sayako and her coterie started dealing drugs to the prim and proper Lillian maidens.
Sayako decided to run for a position on the Yamayurikai. This was one of the few times that a first year ran for the position and won. It didn't really matter that one of the candidates dropped out of the running without giving a reason. In her second year Sayako started her reign as Rosa Chinensis. When Kanae finally entered high school, Sayako immediately gave her a rosary, making her Rosa Chinensis en bouton.
Sayako suffered quite a loss that year, when she came back from her school trip to Italy, to find out that Kanae was found dead. She had been beaten, tortured, and mutilated, having all her fingernails ripped out. After hearing the details, she knew immediately who did it, and went to speak to her mother.
"Why did you kill her," she asked angrily. "She wasn't a threat to us."
"She was too close to you," her mother answered coldly. "She would have interfered with our goals. It had to be done. You will be married to a powerful family in Japan someday. There's no room for anything that would impede that. Unnatural love included."
"Just because she loved me, she had to die," the princess said in shock.
"Yes, she did," her mother stated. "What's done is done. Just move on and accept it. Now go."
"I'll never forgive you for this," Sayako screamed as she stormed out of the room. That night she cried into her pillow over the woman that had given her so much. The next morning a colder, vengeful Sayako walked out of that room.
At the end of her third year exams, her mother had arranged a series of marriage interviews, with some of the more powerful families in Japan. In the interviews, Sayako was polite and obedient. She acted like a proper lady. She received many offers for marriage, but her mother had decided to accept the offer from the Ogasawara patriarch, to marry his son Tooru.
A week after the engagement was announced in the paper, Okazuda Mei died suddenly of heart failure in her sleep. Only ten people attended the memorial service. Sayako was not one of them.