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Ginny Leigh's mind was racing - the events that unfolded into the predicament she was in kept replaying in her mind over and over again.
How in the world did I manage to get myself into this? she thought.
The answer was simple really - her body wasn't her property anymore. For the next two hours, she belonged to the man who picked her out of a line of beautiful women. She was flattered, as she always was when a man would ask her to fulfill his desires for however long he paid for her. She did exactly as instructed, and always performed better than any man could have ever dreamed.
She was the main attraction for the Hen-tai house and her fellow courtasins agreed it was because of her Westernly appeal. Her tan skin, golden-brown from hours of laying in the Chinese sun during the mornings before she put herself on sale, and light eyes contrasted severly from the other girl's dark eyes and translucent skin. Her long golden tresses that cascaded down her back in fluid waves stuck out like a beakon against the line of black hair tied in flattering tails and chinons. Every night a man asked her to be hers, and every night she would agree, while the rest of the girls tittered knowingly, for they knew a courtasin from the West would attract anyone. Ginny never refused a man, for that was the way of a courtasin.
Tonight was far from an exception. She dressed in her Sunday komono, the best the Hentai offered. Made of the finest silk, the light pink dress fell just above the ankle, exposing her bare feet, pampered with milkwater in the morning. Her bronze shoulders were bare, and brushed with a scent of cherry blossoms. A golden sash tied around her waist, and her hair fell in its usual, uncommon waves. When the peircing chime came from the main floor, she stood with the other courtasins, the center of the twenty-one of them as always. The man standing before them was attractive enough - thin face, broad shoulders, a casual stance with his left hand shoved in his pant's pocket. He smiled a white-toothed smile when they lined up for him and addressed themselves for his honor. His eyes glinted when Ginny announced her name in her soft, polite voice. It was a break in the pattern of usual, Chinese names such as Mai and Cho. When they had finished their role-call, he bowed to all of them, making the most of the lot giggle at the gentleman-like gesture. Unsuprisingly, he pointed at Ginny, flashing her his white teeth once more. She bowed, hands clasped together, as the rest of the girls flounced back to their chambers until the next guest arrived.
And now she was in the most expensive room of the Hen-tai, silk restraints tying her to the bed, and pondering about it all.
The man had requested she close her eyes as he lowered her to the bed, and she did so. Obedience kept her from peeking as he slid her komono off her body, and laid her upon the satin sheets. She had felt her arms lifted above her head to lay on the cornsilk pillows and strips of silk tying her to the bed post. The same went for her feet, spread apart and bounded. She had been taken this way only once before by a man with no mind for respect for a female. He had used her forcefully and she was very sore the morning after. This time seemed no different, so she had braced herself for pain. However, the man didn't take her, but ran a single finger lightly across her body. She tenced slightly at the action and the man chuckled, his voice deep and intrieging. He spoke to her in Chinese, words she didn't understand. But she nodded anyway, for she was forbidden to refuse a man.
I wonder what he's going to do. she thought.
The answer came in a series of soft brushes from the man's fingers on her high cheekbone. She didn't open her eyes, for she had been instructed to do so, but he ran his fingers across her eyelids, an obvious sign to open them. She did so, and took in the face of the man, so sturdy and strangely seductive, as he smiled at her. He uttered one word in a language she understood:
"Tickle."
It wasn't a question, but a mere statement. She tried not to show her confusion as she nodded again, and he moved away from her. He walked to the loveseat beside the bed and extracted a feather from one of the cushions. From the vanity he took a hair clasp with jagged edges, one a courtasin wore after being taken as a sign for a guest that she had already been with a man that night, and a horse hair hair brush. He placed them on the bed beside her. He smiled again.
"Tickle", he spoke once more.
He brushed a hand on the sensitive undersides of her feet. She started slightly, reeling at the sensation. He chuckled at her reaction and repeated the action again. He slowly brushed his fingers along the arch of her foot, and she bit her lip to keep from giggling. This seemed to egg him on, and he brushed a bit faster, tracing circles along the balls of her feet. He did the same to the other foot, and she forced herself to remain silent with a wide smile playing on her lips. He took his hands away from her feet and slid his hands lightly up her calves to her knees. He traced circles again there, on her kneecaps. She couldn't contol herself this time, and she let out a soft giggle. He smiled and seemed satisfied with it, a sign that it was alright to laugh. Both hands teased her knees, traveling to the sensitive skin on the backs of them. She giggled louder, her legs twitching. He then let his hands glide to her torso, slowly tickling her stomach. Her breath came in small gasps between giggles as he did so, and when he trailed his fingernails along her sides she laughed.
Pleased at her reaction, he grabbed the hair brush from the bed and went back to her feet. She began to laugh as he raked the brush against her soles, slowly at first. He played close attention to her arches, making sure each hair tantalized every inch of the arch. Her laughter grew louder as he scrubbed the balls of her feet in a faster motion, speeding up the more she laughed. When he squeezed the bristles between her toes she jerked her legs involentarily shouting with laughter. He did the same to the other foot, scrubbing and brushing against her vunerable feet. Her laughs caught in the fabric of the room, and he laughed along with her.
After a good time, he finished on her feet and threw aside the brush. Then, without warning, dug his fingers into her thighs.
She screamed as he wriggled his finger in her muscle, and her head tossed from side to side. He kept burrowing into both her legs, and she laughed at the sensation of it all - wanting him both to stop and never ceace at the same time. He grabed the insides of her thighs with a force that made her throw her head back in ecstacy, her laughs falling ontop of one another. He worked his skilled torture on both legs for longer than he did on her feet, and finally his fingers stopped their torture for a moment.
But only for a moment, for then he grabbed the hair clasp and dragged it across her stomach. She bucked against the restraints, trying to escape the tickle of the cool metal. But it was no use, as he continued to rake the clasp across her torso in a series of tortorus strokes. He flung the clip aside, and worked his fingers into her pelvis, making her scream with laughter. She shook her head in silent protest, laughing all the way. His fingers never stopped as they wriggled their way up her sides, and he squeezed the dip of her waist in a way that made her scream her loudest yet. For hours it seemed he continued his torture, deaf to her screams and twists of her body.
When he reached her underarms she nearly lost her head - never had she been touched there before. He dug his fingers into both of her underarms, and she fought against the restraits in a fruitless attempt to escape the tickling. Her head thrashed about as she laughed, a chain of 'NO!'s spewing from her cherry lips. His fingers worked their fastest yet, and she tought she may die from laughing so hard. Tears were alive in her eyes, but she continued to laugh her hardest yet, barely able to breathe.
Suddenly, he stopped, backing away from her. She breathed short, bated breaths as her stomach buckled under a sensation of tingles. She stared, wide-eyed, at him, and he stared back with that same, wonderful smile. She blew the golden waves out of her eyes and waited for his next move, wondering just what his motives were.
Then, just as suddenly as he had stopped, he pounced on her, his hands at work again on her upper body. She screamed as the ticklish sensation arrived back into the pit of her stomach, and she laughed hard and loud once more. He grabed her sides, dug his fingers into her stomach, and burrowed into her underarms in a creshendo of torturous tickling. She shrieked and laughed and tossed her head, begging him to stop. He only smiled at her, however, and continued until a tiny chime sounded outside the door.
With one final tickle of her sides, he stopped, and stepped off of her. Her laughter and screams haulted as well, her breath lost as if she had ran for hours. He untied her from the bed and picked her up in his arms to lower her to her feet. She swayed for a moment before recomposing her stature and accepted her komono that he had retrieved from the floor. As she slipped it on and tied the sash, he returned the clasp and the brush to the vanity, the unused feather to the loveseat, and smoothed the bedsheets.
He then took her in his arms, caressing her golden cheek. She gazed into the hazel brown of his eyes, her breath catching in her chest. Slowly, he placed a delicate kiss upon her cheek, and trailed a finger down her narrow jawbone. The chime rang out side the door again, and he smiled one last time before turning from her and exiting out the door. Ginny stared after him, her mind reeling in the events that had taken place in the past two hours, and realizing she had liked what had occured. But, as her courtasin ways came flooding back into her head at the sight of the empty room, she shook her head to push the now memories into the back of her head and followed the man out of the room to await the wishes of the next three men that came to claim her that night.
Please relpy. This is my first fic, so please no flames! Tell me if you like it or not, I do intend on a few more chapters after this one if I get enough posts. Thank you!
How in the world did I manage to get myself into this? she thought.
The answer was simple really - her body wasn't her property anymore. For the next two hours, she belonged to the man who picked her out of a line of beautiful women. She was flattered, as she always was when a man would ask her to fulfill his desires for however long he paid for her. She did exactly as instructed, and always performed better than any man could have ever dreamed.
She was the main attraction for the Hen-tai house and her fellow courtasins agreed it was because of her Westernly appeal. Her tan skin, golden-brown from hours of laying in the Chinese sun during the mornings before she put herself on sale, and light eyes contrasted severly from the other girl's dark eyes and translucent skin. Her long golden tresses that cascaded down her back in fluid waves stuck out like a beakon against the line of black hair tied in flattering tails and chinons. Every night a man asked her to be hers, and every night she would agree, while the rest of the girls tittered knowingly, for they knew a courtasin from the West would attract anyone. Ginny never refused a man, for that was the way of a courtasin.
Tonight was far from an exception. She dressed in her Sunday komono, the best the Hentai offered. Made of the finest silk, the light pink dress fell just above the ankle, exposing her bare feet, pampered with milkwater in the morning. Her bronze shoulders were bare, and brushed with a scent of cherry blossoms. A golden sash tied around her waist, and her hair fell in its usual, uncommon waves. When the peircing chime came from the main floor, she stood with the other courtasins, the center of the twenty-one of them as always. The man standing before them was attractive enough - thin face, broad shoulders, a casual stance with his left hand shoved in his pant's pocket. He smiled a white-toothed smile when they lined up for him and addressed themselves for his honor. His eyes glinted when Ginny announced her name in her soft, polite voice. It was a break in the pattern of usual, Chinese names such as Mai and Cho. When they had finished their role-call, he bowed to all of them, making the most of the lot giggle at the gentleman-like gesture. Unsuprisingly, he pointed at Ginny, flashing her his white teeth once more. She bowed, hands clasped together, as the rest of the girls flounced back to their chambers until the next guest arrived.
And now she was in the most expensive room of the Hen-tai, silk restraints tying her to the bed, and pondering about it all.
The man had requested she close her eyes as he lowered her to the bed, and she did so. Obedience kept her from peeking as he slid her komono off her body, and laid her upon the satin sheets. She had felt her arms lifted above her head to lay on the cornsilk pillows and strips of silk tying her to the bed post. The same went for her feet, spread apart and bounded. She had been taken this way only once before by a man with no mind for respect for a female. He had used her forcefully and she was very sore the morning after. This time seemed no different, so she had braced herself for pain. However, the man didn't take her, but ran a single finger lightly across her body. She tenced slightly at the action and the man chuckled, his voice deep and intrieging. He spoke to her in Chinese, words she didn't understand. But she nodded anyway, for she was forbidden to refuse a man.
I wonder what he's going to do. she thought.
The answer came in a series of soft brushes from the man's fingers on her high cheekbone. She didn't open her eyes, for she had been instructed to do so, but he ran his fingers across her eyelids, an obvious sign to open them. She did so, and took in the face of the man, so sturdy and strangely seductive, as he smiled at her. He uttered one word in a language she understood:
"Tickle."
It wasn't a question, but a mere statement. She tried not to show her confusion as she nodded again, and he moved away from her. He walked to the loveseat beside the bed and extracted a feather from one of the cushions. From the vanity he took a hair clasp with jagged edges, one a courtasin wore after being taken as a sign for a guest that she had already been with a man that night, and a horse hair hair brush. He placed them on the bed beside her. He smiled again.
"Tickle", he spoke once more.
He brushed a hand on the sensitive undersides of her feet. She started slightly, reeling at the sensation. He chuckled at her reaction and repeated the action again. He slowly brushed his fingers along the arch of her foot, and she bit her lip to keep from giggling. This seemed to egg him on, and he brushed a bit faster, tracing circles along the balls of her feet. He did the same to the other foot, and she forced herself to remain silent with a wide smile playing on her lips. He took his hands away from her feet and slid his hands lightly up her calves to her knees. He traced circles again there, on her kneecaps. She couldn't contol herself this time, and she let out a soft giggle. He smiled and seemed satisfied with it, a sign that it was alright to laugh. Both hands teased her knees, traveling to the sensitive skin on the backs of them. She giggled louder, her legs twitching. He then let his hands glide to her torso, slowly tickling her stomach. Her breath came in small gasps between giggles as he did so, and when he trailed his fingernails along her sides she laughed.
Pleased at her reaction, he grabbed the hair brush from the bed and went back to her feet. She began to laugh as he raked the brush against her soles, slowly at first. He played close attention to her arches, making sure each hair tantalized every inch of the arch. Her laughter grew louder as he scrubbed the balls of her feet in a faster motion, speeding up the more she laughed. When he squeezed the bristles between her toes she jerked her legs involentarily shouting with laughter. He did the same to the other foot, scrubbing and brushing against her vunerable feet. Her laughs caught in the fabric of the room, and he laughed along with her.
After a good time, he finished on her feet and threw aside the brush. Then, without warning, dug his fingers into her thighs.
She screamed as he wriggled his finger in her muscle, and her head tossed from side to side. He kept burrowing into both her legs, and she laughed at the sensation of it all - wanting him both to stop and never ceace at the same time. He grabed the insides of her thighs with a force that made her throw her head back in ecstacy, her laughs falling ontop of one another. He worked his skilled torture on both legs for longer than he did on her feet, and finally his fingers stopped their torture for a moment.
But only for a moment, for then he grabbed the hair clasp and dragged it across her stomach. She bucked against the restraints, trying to escape the tickle of the cool metal. But it was no use, as he continued to rake the clasp across her torso in a series of tortorus strokes. He flung the clip aside, and worked his fingers into her pelvis, making her scream with laughter. She shook her head in silent protest, laughing all the way. His fingers never stopped as they wriggled their way up her sides, and he squeezed the dip of her waist in a way that made her scream her loudest yet. For hours it seemed he continued his torture, deaf to her screams and twists of her body.
When he reached her underarms she nearly lost her head - never had she been touched there before. He dug his fingers into both of her underarms, and she fought against the restraits in a fruitless attempt to escape the tickling. Her head thrashed about as she laughed, a chain of 'NO!'s spewing from her cherry lips. His fingers worked their fastest yet, and she tought she may die from laughing so hard. Tears were alive in her eyes, but she continued to laugh her hardest yet, barely able to breathe.
Suddenly, he stopped, backing away from her. She breathed short, bated breaths as her stomach buckled under a sensation of tingles. She stared, wide-eyed, at him, and he stared back with that same, wonderful smile. She blew the golden waves out of her eyes and waited for his next move, wondering just what his motives were.
Then, just as suddenly as he had stopped, he pounced on her, his hands at work again on her upper body. She screamed as the ticklish sensation arrived back into the pit of her stomach, and she laughed hard and loud once more. He grabed her sides, dug his fingers into her stomach, and burrowed into her underarms in a creshendo of torturous tickling. She shrieked and laughed and tossed her head, begging him to stop. He only smiled at her, however, and continued until a tiny chime sounded outside the door.
With one final tickle of her sides, he stopped, and stepped off of her. Her laughter and screams haulted as well, her breath lost as if she had ran for hours. He untied her from the bed and picked her up in his arms to lower her to her feet. She swayed for a moment before recomposing her stature and accepted her komono that he had retrieved from the floor. As she slipped it on and tied the sash, he returned the clasp and the brush to the vanity, the unused feather to the loveseat, and smoothed the bedsheets.
He then took her in his arms, caressing her golden cheek. She gazed into the hazel brown of his eyes, her breath catching in her chest. Slowly, he placed a delicate kiss upon her cheek, and trailed a finger down her narrow jawbone. The chime rang out side the door again, and he smiled one last time before turning from her and exiting out the door. Ginny stared after him, her mind reeling in the events that had taken place in the past two hours, and realizing she had liked what had occured. But, as her courtasin ways came flooding back into her head at the sight of the empty room, she shook her head to push the now memories into the back of her head and followed the man out of the room to await the wishes of the next three men that came to claim her that night.
Please relpy. This is my first fic, so please no flames! Tell me if you like it or not, I do intend on a few more chapters after this one if I get enough posts. Thank you!
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