Chapter 36:
The first few weeks went quickly for the trainees under Mutsumi's new and improved First Academy training regimen. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't without challenges for Motoko.
In between training sessions, Mutsumi would usually drag the two "trainees" into the Headmaster's quarters so that she could spend a few minutes making idle chit-chat with the Urashima Heir and his Administrative Aide. Motoko dreaded these visits as it put her in a particularly vulnerable position while in Keitaro's presence. To make matters worse, the Okinawan trainer would always fasten her leash to a recessed eyelet on the floor making it impossible for her to get up and walk away. Her attempts to face the opposite direction were discouraged by well placed "love taps" from Mutsumi's ever present bamboo rod. Thus, she had to endure the humiliation of kneeling on the floor, naked, restrained, and facing Keitaro for the entire duration of the visit.
Kaolla, on the other hand, loved the visits. While she was not permitted to speak, she always got tender loving attention from her older adopted siblings when she came by. Even during animated conversations, the princess would somehow find herself in her brother's arms being gently embraced and sometimes even getting absently fondled. It was the young man's simple yet effective way of making sure she knew how much he appreciated her volunteering to train with Motoko.
Sometimes, Kanako would purposely bait the princess into the conversation by making a naughty comment about a previous tryst she had with either her or their big brother. Kaolla would often react with a rebuttal of sorts before realizing it, condemning her to spend the rest of the visit wearing a gag. At first, the dark skinned girl would whine pitifully until she realized that she got even more attention with it on. Eventually, it became an automatic part of the visit to put a gag on Kaolla as soon as she showed up. Keitaro even made sure to make it more interesting by changing the type of gag each time. And the princess made sure to show Motoko that she could handle anything they used to silence her.
In fact, the Shinmei-Ryu warrior started to realize that Kaolla wasn't merely there to provide moral support but also to provide her with a challenge. For the longest time, Motoko could not help but see the young girl as naïve and delicate. This was part of the reason why she felt the need to protect her from their landlord's alleged perversions in the first place. But within the first couple of weeks of training, her impression of the dark skinned girl was completely altered. Kaolla showed that she could manage the harsh punishment, strict discipline, and erotic sexual exercises that they were subjected to with Mutsumi's rigid training regimen. Nothing scared the little princess. In fact, she even looked forward to some of the more mentally and physically demanding lessons. While unspoken, the underlying message was obvious…and Motoko received it loud and clear.
Thankfully, Kaolla was also extremely supportive of Motoko and encouraged her at every turn. The younger girl would often notice the sword maiden's difficulty and usually provided her with an encouraging nod, wink, or smile. Mutsumi was a very "hands-on" trainer, and was very specific about how she wanted certain exercises performed. Even a novice such as Motoko should have had no issues following her directions. Regardless, the princess still needed to help the struggling Shinmei-Ryu warrior on several occasions. It not only made training a lot easier, but it also helped to allay Motoko's fears of intimate physical contact while in restraints.
However, Mutsumi was also aware that if Motoko developed dependency on Kaolla for support, it could undermine her training. To prevent this, she asked their beloved Regent to appear every now and again during training and retrieve the princess under the guise of giving her an 'evaluation'. The young man happily obliged, and diligently showed up at various times to lead the happily unresisting Molmolian slave girl away via her leash.
Whenever Keitaro visited, Motoko would watch him nervously. Mutsumi hinted that one day he would come for HER instead of the princess. So she met each visit with significant trepidation wondering if that was the day he'd finally take liberties on her. The thought of what the Regent would do worried the young Aoyama, especially since Kaolla would always return exhausted. Happy, usually pretty sweaty, often sore, and always exhausted. Much to her relief, the young man seemed perfectly happy selecting the princess each time.
Then again, Motoko was also human and had a healthy amount of self esteem. So despite her wariness, there was still a small part of her that wondered why Keitaro had NOT retrieved her in the middle of a training lesson yet…
A freshly showered Keitaro entered the main bedroom of the Annex's Headmaster's suite to find Kanako already in bed waiting for him. It was the first mandate the young Regent actually instituted that he felt rather selfish about.
After the Kyoto trip, the Urashima Heir decided that he enjoyed having company in his bed at night. While he enjoyed the wonderful sex he had with Kaolla, he found that he enjoyed cuddling with her sleeping form almost as much. So once he and his little sisters got settled in the Annex, he would pull one of them aside during the day and inform them that they would be joining him in his bed that night.
The two slave girls were ecstatic. While sex wasn't necessarily guaranteed, it offered them an opportunity to have some time alone with their beloved brother. More often than not, he met their physical needs and used them anyway. However, they soon learned that the aftercare he provided fulfilled their emotional needs as well. Without even knowing it, the young man once again managed to make his two sisters love him a lot more than they already did…without even trying.
As soon as Keitaro got settled in bed, Kanako wrapped her naked body around him and laid her head gently on his shoulder. She sighed happily as she inhaled his sweet clean scent. Once Keitaro wrapped his arm around her, she could barely stop herself from purring.
"Happy, little sister?" Keitaro asked in a slightly amused voice.
"I am in bed with the man I love. I cannot imagine anything what would make me happier." Kanako answered honestly.
The young man chuckled and replied, "I love you too, little sister. I can't imagine why the old Regents preferred to make slave girls sleep at the foot of the bed when they summoned them. This is infinitely better for both parties."
"The old Regents were selfish individuals, big brother. All they cared about was their sexual needs. It was not uncommon for a slave girl to be sent back to their dorm once the Regent had finished their…business…with them. Besides, none of us desired to spend that much time with them anyway." Kanako said softly.
"Well, I'm very glad you enjoy spending time with me, at least." The Urashima Heir stated, leaning over to gently kiss the Goth girl's head through her hair.
"Of course we do, big brother. In fact, I don't doubt that we would have often volunteered to be your Evening Service had you been one of our Regents many years ago." Kanako stated, rubbing her cheek against his soft skin.
The young man smiled and said, "Kaolla said that too. Although, even though I'm honored by it I'm not sure if I would have deserved it. I was a real jerk back then until I got out from under the family's thumb."
"You may have been abrasive to everyone else, big brother, but not to me. You were always very warm and kind," The Goth girl said lovingly.
"Ever think that I might have been nice to you because you were always naked when we were alone together?" Keitaro teased. Kanako gave him a knowing look and turned away to hide her smile.
At an early age, the young Heir had become particularly standoffish to everyone as he struggled to define his identity between what he had been taught by his grandmother, and what he was being groomed to be by his immediate family. Much of his cooling off time was spent in various hiding places around the Academy grounds, several of which he shared with his sister. While emotionally in turmoil, he tried to be pleasant with her as he knew deep inside that Kanako had nothing to do with his mood. However, it still made the late-afternoon breaks pretty straining for both of them. Unsure what else to do, the Goth girl decided to utilize the skills she had been taught and shock her big brother out of his unfriendly demeanor by removing all of her clothes and sitting on his lap stark naked.
It worked.
The young man nearly bolted in fright but was unable to move for fear of hurting the person who had been his only friend. In his confusion, Kanako began to talk to him. Unable to concentrate on hiding his emotions and embarrassed at being unable to keep his eyes off her naked form, he finally let his guard down. Slowly, she began to break though the young man's shell and determine the reasons for his mood. After a lengthy discussion, they wound up sharing their problems with each other and ended up feeling better about it. A connection was made.
As weeks went by, the discussions turned more personal, then more intimate, and eventually more heartfelt. Keitaro would later comment that they would have probably never gotten closer if she didn't shock him like she did. The slave girl merely retorted that if he ever wanted to see her naked again, all he had to do was ask. Unable to help himself, he did…and moments later Kanako was once again unclothed and on his lap. Seeing the young man's honest embarrassment and confusion delighted the slave girl into making sure she did it often. Later, she would rarely wear clothes around him at all.
Kanako chuckled softly into his chest and said, "I wouldn't have taken my clothes off for you if you weren't nice to me, big brother."
"You mean, it wasn't because I was the Heir?" Keitaro asked curiously.
"Heir or not, I would not have done so if I didn't want to. The only people who could order me to do anything against my will would be the Headmaster, an Instructor, or a Regent. By the time we met, I was already used to constant nudity due to my training. Outside of training, my clothes were merely the packaging around the commodity I was. And although I was still young and had only known you a short time, I had already chosen you as the person I wanted to own me. So when we were alone it just felt more natural for me to be unclothed for you."
"It's one thing to be naked around me, and another to be my Evening Service, little sister…"
"Like I said, I had already chosen you. I didn't think it would ever happen, so I pretended that you were my owner so that I could somehow live the fantasy I wanted in order to escape the harsh reality I was in. We had already begun exploring each other anyway so taking the next step would not have been so far fetched. Besides, being your Evening Service would have been a dream come true for me, big brother. No other individual in the Academy was worthy in my eyes," Kanako said honestly.
Keitaro regarded his little sister lovingly for a moment, and then squeezed her gently. "You know, it paints a very sad picture about the quality of the Regents and their treatment of slaves when you realize that no girl has offered herself as Evening Service for decades. Our primary responsibility is the care and well being of the slave girls in our care. It's rather sad that while they took advantage of the benefits of their position, they never lived up to the requirements of the job. I'm really hoping I can change that."
"You've already changed it, big brother. I may be biased, but I'm sure that even if I hadn't given myself to you I would feel very happy about being a slave girl under your care." The Goth girl said confidently.
"Perhaps I should ask Motoko for her opinion," Keitaro mused.
Kanako laughed softly and said, "You should. While I'm sure she hates some aspects of her training, I'm certain that she is also unhappy that she ISN'T receiving the treatment she had originally anticipated."
The young man gave a confused look. "What do you mean by that?" He asked.
"Let's just say that we slave girls have had many fun discussion in the bath about you, big brother." The Goth girl said with a smile.
"Anything I should worry about?" The Urashima Heir asked laughingly.
"No, nothing like that. I'm sure you're already aware that Mutsumi wants you very badly, right?" Kanako asked.
"She may have hinted a few times…" Keitaro chuckled.
"And you know that Kaolla and I really don't mind if you had sex with her, right?"
"Yes, yes, you've told me." The young man said, trying to play it off.
"I'm serious, big brother. Mutsumi has loved you for a long time. She has been nothing but supportive about you and your relationship with us. That poor girl has done everything in her power not to make us feel uncomfortable about how she feels about you. I know for certain that she doesn't want to interfere with our relationship. Both Kaolla and I approve of her. Not that you need it, but you've got our blessing if you wish to get closer with her." The Goth girl said firmly.
"I…I just don't want her to expect more than I can give..." Keitaro said hesitantly.
"Then tell her that. She's a slave girl, so she's tougher than you think. She's also in love with you, so she really just wants to make you happy. Mutsumi can be very convincing if she wants to. So the fact that she has not talked herself into our relationship shows that she respects all of us." Kanako stated.
"Are you sure that she hasn't talked herself into it already? I mean, here you are telling me it's okay to sleep with her. Perhaps she has subliminally coerced us…" The young man wondered.
Kanako shook her head and said, "I don't believe so. Despite her excellent reasoning skills, she's very easy to read. Because of that, she just keeps her feelings out in the open. She holds back a lot because she knows that neither Kaolla nor I trust anyone easily. The poor girl really does want you to be happy, and she knows that interfering with what we have would sadden you immensely."
The young man thought for a moment and said, "I just don't want to be greedy, little sister…"
"It isn't greedy when it's being given to you freely, big brother. Like me, Mutsumi has loved you since you were both very young. She held her feelings back in deference to Naru before, and now she's holding herself back in deference to Kaolla and me. She's working very hard to support you right now not just because she's your employee but also because she wants you to succeed. This is the only way she feels she can express her devotion to you without making either Kaolla and I feel threatened."
Smiling a bit, the young man said, "All right, all right, I'll seriously think about it. She truly is a great person. And not only is she doing a great job with Motoko, I think Kaolla is having a good time too."
"She's doing a better job than you think, big brother. While our first student may seem very hesitant, she has gotten used to her slave training regimen. In fact, she almost forgot to get dressed before returning to the inn the other day," Kanako said with a grin.
This time, Keitaro laughed. "You're joking!"
The Goth girl shook her head. "Mutsumi has mostly gotten our newest trainee over her embarrassment of being naked around you. She doesn't even wear underwear or chest bindings under her usual servant robe anymore. Motoko's apprehension is no longer about you looking at her nude form. Now she is more concerned about what you might do to her. She even asked our little sister what it is that you keep summoning her away for."
"Oh? And what did Kaolla tell her?" He asked.
"That you occasionally have an itch that you wish her to scratch for you," Kanako said cheekily.
Keitaro chuckled and said, "Great, so now Motoko has even more reason to think I'm just like every other selfish and perpetually horny regent…"
"It isn't necessarily a bad thing, big brother. Having a horny Regent around means we slave girls will have more opportunities to serve and be used," she said suggestively.
"That's assuming all of my slave girls want to be used. I don't believe Motoko is in that category." The young man scoffed.
Kanako smiled knowingly and said, "Not yet, perhaps. But I think that may change very soon..."
Mutsumi was wrapping up a lesson when Keitaro entered the training room. She had just removed a pair of anal plugs from Kaolla and Motoko who were still restrained to a pair of padded leather horses. Each girl wore leather ankle and wrist cuffs that were locked to strategically located eyelets which kept them spread open nicely. Upon hearing the Regent enter, the Okinawan trainer turned to greet the young man, oblivious to the humiliating predicament she was leaving the trainees in.
"Good evening Regent, you're a bit late in summoning Kaolla aren't you?" Mutsumi said jovially.
"Well, I had peeked in a couple of times earlier and didn't want to interrupt." Keitaro answered.
"True. It would defeat the purpose of their training if they are not stretched for an extended period." The Okinawan girl nodded.
Both restrained slave girls looked at each other as they struggled reflexively at the sound of their beloved Regent's voice. They realized that their prone positions left their recently used bottoms completely exposed, and that their nether lips were most likely still wet and swollen from the teasing that Mutsumi had performed on each of them during training. In short, they were in the perfect position to be used for pleasure if Keitaro so desired…and instinct made them react accordingly.
While both girls shared the same thought, they each struggled for purely different reasons. Kaolla was already aroused after Mutsumi's ministrations, and the thought of her being so vulnerable around her big brother turned her on immensely. She was quite ready to be taken away by the time he arrived. In fact, she wondered if she could convince him to somehow use her right there in front of Mutsumi and Motoko.
Motoko, on the other hand, felt humiliated that her bottom and femininity were so lewdly exposed to the man she had abused for so long. She too had gotten aroused through the Okinawan girl's excellent teasing and the bound sword maiden blushed as she imagined the state of her wet and vulnerable pussy. The thought of the tempting display she was affording the Regent caused her to wriggle involuntarily once more. She struggled realizing that her helpless state would be the perfect opportunity for Keitaro to use her for his pleasure in order to enact his revenge for her past transgressions. As it became apparent that her struggles were futile, she calmed down and merely tugged at her restraints waiting in humiliation for what fate had in store for her.
"And how are they coming along in their training, Mutsumi?" Keitaro asked.
"Both girls are exemplary students. Kaolla has been excellent in going through training a second time and has been very helpful. Motoko has proven to be very resilient and has adapted to the training quite well. We had just finished doing 30 minutes of anal plug training. As you can see, they both responded very well to it." The Okinawan girl replied.
Keitaro chuckled. "Yes, I could tell. It looks like you did more than just use a plug on them, though. You didn't happen to distract them while they were…full…did you?" He said as he noticed their very swollen and aroused nether lips.
"I've learned that sexual stimulation while being taken anally makes the experience more desirable. Would you not want your slaves to associate being taken from behind as pleasurable, dear Regent?" Mutsumi said with a wink.
"This is true. But as much as they look very inviting being tied down like that, it hardly seems fair to leave them aroused and wanting." The Regent said with a smirk.
"Yes, if only we had a Regent who could take care of that…situation…" The Okinawan trainer hinted airily. At this statement, both bound slave girls looked at each other again with desperate eyes, despite having somewhat contradictory reasons for being so.
Keitaro laughed and said, "Yes, if only. Now would you be a good girl and release Kaolla?"
"Of course, my Regent." Mutsumi said with a smile. The scatter brained girl walked back to the restrained princess and deftly unlocked her cuffs from the padded bench. Once released, the dark skinned girl stood up gracefully and walked over to their beloved Regent with her hands submissively behind her back.
Keitaro wrapped his arms around the dark skinned girl possessively as he kissed her deeply. Kaolla merely sighed happily in response, allowing herself to be held and groped. After a few moments, the young man held her close as he whispered something in her ear. The young girl's eyes widened for a moment as a bright smile slowly formed on her face. She winked at the young landlord conspiratorially and then walked over to the bound sword maiden to undo her restraints.
"Kaolla? What are you doing? I didn't…" Started Mutsumi, only to pause when she suddenly felt a leash being snapped to the collar around her neck. She looked down wide eyed at the leash and followed it to the hand of her beloved Regent.
"K-Keitaro?" The Okinawan girl asked in surprise.
"I didn't come here to fetch Kaolla, Mutsumi. I came to fetch you." Keitaro said, smiling as he fiddled with the leash a bit.
"Me?" The Okinawan girl asked hopefully, quickly turning to the princess who merely grinned and nodded encouragingly.
"Yes, you. You're done with the girls for the day, aren't you?" The young man asked.
"Yes. We are done training for the day." Mutsumi answered nervously. Was he really doing this? Had he finally accepted her? Was he finally acknowledging how she had been offering herself to him all this time?
"Good. Then Kaolla can take care of Motoko. And you can take care of me…" Keitaro said, winking slyly.
Instantly, the Okinawan girl's demeanor changed from the usually calm and carefree instructor to a happily nervous slave girl. "I-It would be my honor, my Regent." Mutsumi said with her eyes shining.
"No, Mutsumi. It's mine..." He said with a smile.