032. Clean up the basement.

I guessed the basement is where the fire started. And maybe Chizu knows more about how it started. I guess that would be the proper place to start to prevent another fire. Deciding upon a course of action I entered the Takahashi manor and found Chizu hard at work making breakfast for her still sleeping masters.

"You’re looking better," I said happy to see Natsumi had indeed taken strangely good care of her after the fire.

She bowed her head to me and said a funny word, then stood up and explained, "That means ‘many thanks' in Chizu tongue."

"Oh, well," I felt a little silly, but I bowed back to her and tried to be equally formal, "You’re welcome." She smiled and returned to cooking so I explained, "I am going to be cleaning up the basement to prevent another fire, but I would like you to help me when you are free." Chizu tensed, but nodded before turning her back on me. I wondered if I shouldn’t have involved her, but I had no idea how the fire started and she might.

I left her to her cooking and carefully descended the old stone steps along the charred walls. It was definitely bizarre how the fire seemed to flow up the wall without really spreading. It looked more like a black vein or a shadow of a tree since it simply made one twisting line out of the basement, more like it was alive and trying to escape the basement than the real fire which just engulf everything.

As I poked around in the basement that had once been my grandfather’s wine cellar but didn’t find anything that could have possibly caused the fire. No burnt rags or piles of ash, but one thing I was boggled by was the number of large empty tables, bulky chairs, and another wooden structure that was just a big triangle that seemed to serve no purpose. Everything was very sturdily made, leaving them still perfectly good if only a little scorched. But the thing that really struck me as odd was the number of cast-iron flat loops hammered into them. There were so many, yet I couldn’t make heads nor tails of them until Chizu arrived.

"What are these?" I asked curiously.

"For hold body," she said, struggling to think of the right words, then walked over to a chest and opened it. She took out what I thought was a belt, then fed it through the loop I was looking at. It clearly was made to the same size, but I couldn’t grasp why someone would want to mount a belt on their chair or table.

"It’s for strapping her down while she’s punished," Setsuko snidely informed me as she surprised me by also coming down the stairs just a moment after Chizu.

"Oh…" I gulped feeling stupid. I knew Chizu had been a foreign prisoner of war from when the war started, but thinking her dangerous enough to warrant such precautions seemed silly. She was a tiny waif of a girl that even I felt I could overpower her single-handed if I had to.

"I have to hand it to daddy," Setsuko said smugly as she walked around the two of us who just watched her paralyzed. "He is a sick pervert, but he takes pride in having a high-quality sex dungeon."

"What?" I gasped and couldn’t help but look at Chizu in shock and horror. "You mean he…"

She bowed her head and blushed, letting me know it was indeed true. "Master is kind. Shows Chizu proper place." This was insane! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Chizu was okay with being a sex **** and Setsuko was okay with knowing her father fucked a girl younger than his daughter?

"But you want to know the best part?" Setsuko teased as she toyed with the other end of the belt in my hand. Her evil grin was so wide I thought it would split her head pretty blonde open. She leaned in close and breathed the secret, "He only fucks her up the ass."

I know I paled visibly by how many tumbles my stomach had taken. Chizu looked ashamed like she was more embarrassed that she wasn’t worthy of being **** properly, and maybe that’s what he told her, but Setsuko had more to share. "See as a prisoner her virginity belongs to daddy, but he knows how valuable it is as well and was saving so he could auction it off once he got back. He would have done it before the war really got going but she hadn’t bled yet, so it would have been illegal."

I hadn’t realized I’d been so riveted by her story, but it wasn’t until her big dark blue eyes looked away from me over to the shy foreign **** that I risked a breath. "Say didn’t you have your first blood a few weeks ago Chizu?"

"Yes, Mistress," Chizu whispered with shame.

"Say it aloud," Setsuko ordered loudly, reveling in toying with both of our reactions.

"Yes, Mistress," Chizu spoke up. "Chizu has bled and is now a woman."

"Too bad Kenji here is broke," she then teased turning back to me. "Otherwise he’d actually have a shot and fucking someone once in his life." The thought that I’d die a virgin had crossed my mind a thousand times, yet now imagining being the one to first break Chizu’s maidenhead and looking at her look at me was just too much. I was as hard as a rock in my pants and I needed to get out of there to beat off.

"I gotta go!" I grunted and ran up the stairs and almost collided face-first into Azami’s big breasts as she approached the doorway. Only by the miracle of tripping over my own feet on the last stair at being surprised by her rack in my face saved me from that **** sentence. Also lucky was the crack of pain to my knee hitting the stone step cause the blood in my manhood to flee out to my sorely bruised knee.

"What’s going on down there?" she screeched in shock from me popping up then collapsing right in front of her. Setsuko was cackling with perverse glee at the scene she had caused, both at making me run and then doubling up to full hysteria at what happened at the top of the stairwell.

"Kenji-san cleaning basement. Keep safe from more fire," Chizu said as she stepped up behind me and helped me back to my feet.

"I’m fine," I said standing on my own and shaking out my second injured knee in as many days then focused on making something up to get out of there. "Yeah, I think a good scrub with some new soap from Mister Cho’s shop will help." With a stretch, I took a cautious step forward and around the busty older woman gracefully. "So I’ll just go down to town and…"

"I’ll come with you," Setsuko said with confident arrogance. "I have some shopping I want to do anyway and you can carry my purchases."

Before I could think of anything to say to get out of this situation Azami agreed, "Fine, fine. Chizu, you might as well go with them. If I know my daughter she’ll buy more than Kenji can handle alone." Then she turned her back on the three of us.

"Come along, Kenji," Setsuko smirked. "Let’s see if I am really more than you can handle." Then she walked to the door with Chizu following along. Chizu looked back at me and gave me a sympathetic smile before she too went out the door.

"Great," I groaned and resolved to make the best of this situation as I scurried to catch up.