Azami is about to break...

Someone was coming down the stone steps. I knew he was coming for us, but I still hoped we would be lucky it was just another soldier. Then the torchlight hit his arrogant and still beautiful young face and I swallowed in fear.

"Ladies," he said pleasantly enough, "I hope you’ve been kept comfortable until I could arrive?" His lame sense of humor was almost more painful than the cold iron shackles that my daughter and I dangled from in the cellar that had once been my own home.

"Curl up and die!" Setsuko yelled and dryly spat some of her precious water at him. I held my tongue knowing he was in charge now and I couldn’t caution Setsuko anymore without making things worse. We were already at this bastard’s mercy so almost anything we said was going to be useless; he’d do whatever he wanted with us.

"Tisk, tisk!" he smiled wagging his finger at her. "Is that any way to treat your savior?"

"Savior?" I couldn’t help but laugh.

"Yes, Azami. Savior," he repeated. "I’ll have you know that I had to kill no fewer than three of my own men for banning them from **** you after you were captured." Then he put his hands to his chest, trying to convince us he was the slighted party. "I risked my life to save you, and then you spit at me once I come with good news?"

"You’re letting us go?" Setsuko asked presumptively. "I knew there was still good in you Kenji! I…"

He cut her off, "Yes! Yes I am good. And yes, I am letting one of you go with a light punishment, but by the laws of my new people one of you has to die for killing a man," he said sounding regretful, but it was all a lie. Yes, we’d killed a soldier who had invaded our house before we fled, but what were we supposed to do? We’d both done it because we were terrified and the young fool didn’t look carefully as he came around a corner. I clunked him in the head and knocked him down, then we had beat the poor soul to ****. Unfortunately, his three comrades were smarter and soon were able to disarm us of our bloody pans and locked us up in my own basement, stripped naked and feed nothing but a single slice of bread and a cup of water once a day.

Then Kenji left us to languish for almost a week before he came finally to speak with us. I knew he had done it just to try and weaken us, but there was no way I was going to let him win. It didn’t matter that we had piss, shit, and blood running down our legs, I’d tried to calm and build up Setsuko for this moment, though I had figured it would have come several days ago. The last two days had been far more excruciating as they had stopped feeding and watering us completely. Now parched and starving, I was worried that Setsuko would break easily, so my nerves were already on edge with worry and desperation.

Kenji was here to taunt us, so instead, I stayed silent. Setsuko however was not as disciplined. "Bullshit!" she declared.

"No, it’s true," Kenji insisted still playing his nice guy routine. "The only question is which one of you will live and which will die. Now we could have a long trial, but I’m not sure how long you will both last here imprisoned while we get to that." Here it comes. "So… It’d really be in your own best interest if one of you would just confess to save the other."

"Forget it!" Setsuko bravely rejected his offer. "You are a traitor! I’ll never trust or deal with you!"

"That’s too bad," he said, and then his eyes locked with mine. "And what about you Azami? I’m sure you realize only one of you needs to die. All it would take is for one of you to tell us who the murderer is and then the other would only receive a light punishment for being an accomplice."

Despite all my willpower, I knew now we would both die here if we resisted any longer. One of us had to do something and Setsuko would never give in. "What kind of light punishment?" I asked quietly, embarrassed that after all I’d said about not giving in, that I was the one to ask.

"Mom, no!" Setsuko shouted. But Kenji’s smile grew even larger, freakishly huge on his face.

"Why nothing bad or permanent," he replied. "Simply a basic physical humiliation that is appropriate for women to learn their place to a man."

"Fuck off, Kenji!" Setsuko started shouting and Kenji had had enough of her shouting. As if he knew it was coming he took a wadded cloth from his pocket and stuffed it into her mouth to muffle her for at least a couple of minutes before she could spit it out.

"You mean ****," I said easily deducing his meaning.

"If you put it crudely," he acknowledged. "But isn’t it better than the alternative?" He paused to let me think, while Setsuko worked her jaw, not getting very much progress on escaping her impromptu gag. Then coming close he softly caressed the side of one of my naked breasts dangling down before him. "And I’ve been put in charge of administering that punishment, so I can promise to be gentler than most," he tempted. "What more could a mother ask for than that?"

He was right. I don’t know why I broke, but I could feel my will just evaporate as I gave in. "Alright," I sighed. The terror and fatigue had gripped me so suddenly and completely that I couldn’t believe what I was about to do, but I knew this was my only hope. "Setsuko did it," I confessed.

My daughter screamed in terror through her gagging cloth while Kenji just started to laugh, maniacally, no hysterically. Once he caught his breath he asked me, just to be sure that he had heard me correctly, "Oh ancestors, this is rich! You mean to tell me you would let me **** you and kill your only daughter, just to spare your life?"

I don’t know when it had started, but I was crying now and I just whimpered, "I don’t want to die." I was a coward and it shamed me, but I couldn’t escape my fear anymore. I’d pushed it away for too long and I just didn’t have the strength to run anymore. "I don’t want to die," I sobbed again unable to stop my tears even though I was so parched with my dry cracked lips.

Kenji composed himself and grabbed the chains to my manacles and hauled on two pulleys causing my feet to each get pulled apart up into the air. I started to control my dehydrated sobs mostly because my eyes just became unable to produce tears anymore. Then Kenji inspected my crotch, taking a rag out of a water bucket, and scrubbed briefly at my desert-dry crotch. Right now I didn’t care if he was rough and **** me right in front of my daughter. She would be dead soon, but I was still young enough. ‘I could always have another,' told myself to soothe my guilt at betraying her, but I had no other choice. I didn’t want to die. That fear alone made anything else endurable.

Then Kenji pulled off his pants and exposed his cock, now freakishly pierced and tattooed as seemed to be common among these savages. The fact he had done that in just the last few weeks since he left to join the enemy and lead them into the defeat of our army and the sacking of Greytown surprised me, though maybe it shouldn’t have. He then wet his own penis down and stroked it, making the piercings and rings jingle and gleam, and I could already imagine what that would feel like inside me and I tried to look forward to it as it was my ticket to life.

One last time as he approached me he spoke skeptically, "So you still stand by your story?" I nodded not wanting to have to say it again, but he pressed me more as he picked up a knife and walked over to pet it down Setsuko’s shaggy unkempt blonde hair as she cried, not even trying to ungag herself anymore. "You will accept your punishment in exchange for your life, even knowing it means I’ll have to kill your lovely young daughter, Setsuko?"

"I’m sorry, baby," I apologized to her, and again I just whispered, "I don’t want to die," as it was my only defense for my cowardice. Then he traced the dagger across her face and under her chin. I didn’t want to watch, but I feared if I turned away now he would think I was balking at his offer since his eyes kept watching me the whole time.

Then he pulled it away suddenly and walked back to me. "Well we can get back to that after I punish you," and then without any further warning, he stepped between my legs and inserted his perversely ornamented dick inside of me.

I gritted my teeth mostly because I still wasn’t very wet, but also since it had been some time since I’d had sex. With my husband gone for almost a year and only the occasional fingering or making Chizu lick me when I was ****, I’d gone without for quite a long time. That and the cold metal rings and studs on his hot cock made for a strange sensation that I’d never felt inside of me. I didn’t say anything, just closed my eyes tight, trying to imagine it was my dead husband instead of this traitorous little shit using me. That was just impossible given the roughness of his fucking along with everything else, but still, I tried.

Hiro, for all his wealth and business savvy, had been a timid pussycat in the bedroom. If I wanted to get off I always had to take control and use his little dick up before he came and fell asleep. I had many other lovers when I was younger, and one of them probably was Setsuko’s true father, but I married for money, not love or joy in the bedroom with a man fifteen years my senior. It had been a good life, but now, being **** brought back all those memories of younger wild days, fucking three studs a night while I was out partying with my best friend Natsumi. Life was so free then, and finally, I found a fantasy that let me pretend that the **** inside me was someone else and it started to feel good.

"You like this punishment, don’t you," my lover said.

Without opening my eyes I just moaned, "Yes." His penis had grown even harder inside me and the piercings had warmed and were making some of the most wonderful sensations inside me I knew, despite hanging from bleeding wrists and everything else that I was going to cum for him very soon.

"Tell me you want me," he huffed as I could feel him swell inside me as he got closer and started thrusting hard and deep.

"I want it," I moaned and focused on trying to return his thrusts as I wiggled dangling hips.

"You want me to give you my child to replace Setsuko since I'm about to execute her?" he laughed.

"Yes," I gasped right on edge now. I just needed to feel him unload and I knew it would trigger me. I didn’t care about anything else anymore. I would die happy with just that feeling. Then there was a sudden painful rending in my stomach and my eyes flew open as I screamed.

Right below my belly button extended the hilt of the knife Kenji had held, and still, he fucked me. I was a mix of **** pain and pleasure all at once and this asshole just laughed. "Here it is, bitch, but I don’t think you’ll conceive," then just as he said his cock started spitting his sperm inside me. Unable to stop myself, I still came painfully, my insides quivering and cutting themselves even more on the blade sheathed in me. Even after he pulled out I couldn’t find my voice as my body couldn’t decide if I was in bliss or agony. With the blade still lodged in me, I wasn’t bleeding much outside my skin, but I knew that wasn’t the case on the inside.

Then after he stepped away he moved back to my daughter and extracted her gag. "You monster! How could you?" she gasped at him, too exhausted and out of precious tears to cry anymore.

"Relax," he smiled with a strange otherworldly grin. "If she dies then you get to live. I was already planning on taking you as my spoils of war anyway, so really for you, it’s a win-win. You get to live and you got to see how much your mother really cared for you. You should be thanking me." Then he cranked up her legs as well as he idly spoke as if this was just a normal day for him. "Now, you still need your own punishment…"

Then I had to watch as he **** my daughter as well while his cum and my blood started to run out of me. I didn’t speak anymore, mostly because I was too ashamed. I’d gotten what I deserved and lost everything. I realized then that no matter how evil Kenji had become, I was the real monster. All I could hope for now was that I’d be allowed to die quickly, but despite the pain in my belly, the knife jutting out, sheathed through my womb, that didn’t seem likely.