The Pimp Slap

Uh, I wrote this yesterday while I was at work. It's an event that happened in my epic TMNT fanfic, but there are no canon characters in it, so I'm not gonna post it anywhere but here and maybe DA and/or FA.

It hasn't been beta'd, so don't expect a masterpiece. I got a couple good wanks out of it, tho >;)

If you read it, lemme know what you think. I LIEK FEEDBACKS.

Warning: Implied shudo relationship stuff (pederastic relationships were not only common, but encouraged in pre-Meiji era Japan)

Oh Shit (aka Failure)

"Do you dislike me?"

Ando Rei, disguised as a young page, blinked up at lord Nageyari Hayata in surprise. She was on her knees, helping her lord undress for bed.

"N-no, my lord..." she stammered.

"Ando Rannosuke." He addressed her by her male name, the only name he knew. His tone was accusatory. "You did not answer my letter."

She focused on unwinding the sash from his waist again and nodded her head. Her lord was very direct at times, unlike other men she had known, and she was not always certain how to react. She had only been in his employ for a week, and his advances had come as a complete surprise.

"Do you already have a lover? Tell me."

"I have no one, my lord."

Sounds of silk on silk punctuated the awkward silence. Hayata stepped out of his loosened hakama and began to yank at his obi with short, impatient gestures. When she reached out to assist him, he moved away from her and cast his clothing to the floor for her to pick up.

"One should reply to a love letter sent by his lord, especially if he sees him every day, or life will truly become miserable," he complained, arms folded in a petulant pout.

The boy-girl bowed stiffly to her lord with hands pressed flat on the dark wood before her. How could I have known what to do? His attentions had not been part of the plan laid out by his father. The men had asserted that she was not of the young lord's tastes. "Please accept an apology from your unworthy attendant, my lord."

Hayata grunted softly, but then sat before her. He pulled her upright and examined her face with curious eyes.

Rei had not been this near to her lord since they were children, and she was startled to find that he still resembled the boy she had known so briefly many years before. His face had grown longer and his eyes more narrow; he had become handsome with adulthood.

Lord Nageyari smirked. "You did not know."

She shook her head, still wide-eyed. She wondered what he would do if he found out she was female.

His eyes fixated just above her left eye, where he caressed a divot in her flesh with his thumb. "What is this scar from?"

"I was kicked by a horse, my lord."

Laughter filled the bed chamber, and she tightened her jaw against her urge to explain further. The man gripped her shoulders and grinned at her conspicuously indignant scowl.

"My father must be getting old and senile. His judgment is surely impaired, if he is hiring country bumpkins such as yourself to attend me! How old are you, Rannosuke? And how is it that, being a son of Ando Ran, you do not now the proper etiquette of love letters? Did your father teach you no manners?" His expression was playful, as was his tone, but she was still chagrined.

"Ah..." she faltered.

"Speak up," the lord insisted.

Words stuck in her throat. There was no right answer, but she gave the one that she had been given: "My mother... I was raised at Onomi Springs by the Nakagawa family."

"Nakagawa, eh? Interesting. I know the Nakagawa well. Hmm... Now, what happened to your mother?"

"She died. My father's new wife did not like me and forced him to send me away," she finished, hoping that her delivery was believable. It was half true, after all.

Nageyari Hayata's eyes narrowed to slits and he smirked again. "I see. Interesting. And your age?"

"Sixteen."

His smile faded and he cocked his head. "Really. I was told you were fourteen."

She shook her head. "I am sixteen."

"Mmm," he nodded. "I'm not sure I believe you, Rannosuke. You look too young for your age."

She stared back at him and said nothing. If Ando Ran had told their lord something other than what had been agreed upon, she might soon be without a head, but she suspected that he was just testing her. Understandable, with a rival daimyo looking to have him killed.

Suddenly, Nageyari Hayata leaned in, cupped her face in his strong hands, and kissed her.

Ando Rei froze. He played with her mouth, flitting past her lips and teasing her with his tongue, but she was too shocked to react. Nageyari Hayata was kissing her. But when he pulled away a moment later, his face was troubled and he did not meet her gaze.

Several minutes of tense silence passed before Hayata sighed and gestured to the doors with his hand, still without looking at her. "If I can't have you, I don't want you near me. My desire will torment me and I won't be able to focus. Please leave."

His words took her aback. Leave? Now? She could not leave him, she had sworn to stay by his side and protect him, and die for him, if necessary. And although she desired him, the consequences of him finding out her true identity were unthinkable.

She threw herself to the floor before him, hands outstretched, forehead pressed to the beams. "Please, my lord, I beg you to reconsider! I have given my life to the Nageyari! Please, I will do whatever you like, but please understand, I can not become your lover. I humbly beg you!"

"Why not?" he demanded. "I have never had a boy deny me before. If you have no one else, why can't you? Tell me."

"I am deformed..." It was the only thing she could think of, and it sounded stupid the minute it came from her mouth.

"What? Liar. Sit up. If your asshole is deformed, how do you shit?" he yanked her up by her collars and twisted her around by the tail so that her buttocks faced him. "Show me your asshole. Now."

She squirmed, but stopped pulling away and looked back at him pleadingly as she covered her back side with her hands. "Please don't," she begged, allowing her eyes to tear. "I am embarrassed...and it hurts."

"Show me!"

When she did not move, he shoved her to the floor by her neck and wrestled her hakama and obi down off of her buttocks. There was nothing she could have done, she told herself, covering her face with her sleeves. She had failed.

But Hayata was quiet as he pulled her loincloth aside and fondled her ass. He must have seen that she was clearly not male, and still, he said nothing. Her anxiety mounted as she wondered what he thought, until she felt his fingers slip inside her, into her vagina, and she cried out.

A hand around her throat cut short her whimpering, stroking the soft skin there tenderly before clenching her wind pipe closed. Then she felt him push his cock inside her, and she convulsed against him.

"Rei-chan." He growled into her temple, and thrust into her again when she tensed in surprise at hearing her real name from his lips. "You have such a tight fit. Are you a virgin?"

When he released her throat, she gasped for air and struggled not to squeal. Whatever Hayata planned to do to her, she had to remain silent and not fight against him. It was his right as her lord to do with her as he wished.

"N-no..." she whined.

Hayata's demonic chuckle gave her chills as he slowly, relentlessly, pumped into her. "Mmm, I figured I wasn't the first bug to nibble at this fruit! Did you think you had me fooled, little tiger? I knew it was you all along. Perhaps you aren't a beautiful woman, but you make a cute boy. I wonder... where did you hide your breasts, or don't you have any?" He slipped his hands into her robes and pinched through the tight silk bindings she wrapped herself in every morning.

Rei bit her lip against the pain while he dug his fingers into the tender flesh of her breasts, but she was more annoyed than humiliated. If he had recognized her, why had he toyed with her? Nageyari Hayata was a sadistic bastard, she concluded, but no matter how degrading his treatment of her had been... she was perversely enjoying it.

"My wife thinks I'm fucking a boy tonight. I wonder what she'll think if I come to her later with my cock smelling of your little cunt instead of a tight asshole, Rei-chan. What do you think she will do?" he asked. He had stopped abusing her nipples and had gone back to snatching her pelvis against him so hard his tail slapped against her mons, and it made her shiver.

"I-I-I.. d-do not... ah...!" she managed, and bit her lip to focus again. "...n-not pr-presume to know, muh-my lord," she stammered through clenched teeth.

"I think she will turn me away!" he mused as he stroked the grooved scutes on her slender back. "Rei-chan, I think you want to be my lover after all, neh?"

"Yes, my - ah - lord..." she confessed, casting a flushed glance over her shoulder at his grinning face. For one crazy moment, she became self conscious of the scars that cris-crossed her backside; but then he leaned forward and kissed her, and her mind went blank.

Nageyari Hayata. He filled both ends of her, driving his tongue against hers. When he began probing the mound of her pubis with his calloused fingertips, her body could take no more. She spasmed in his arms, muffling her cries with her sleeves, and felt a small deluge rush out of her, soaking their robes.

Her lord pulled back, blinked in astonishment, and roared with laughter before he resumed penetrating her with renewed vigor.

"Perhaps you really believe you are a man! I am supposed to fill you with my essence, not the other way around, little tiger!" he cackled.

She hid her embarrassment from him, but he slapped her round buttocks in disapproval and leaned low over her back to press more of his flesh against hers. "Don't hide from me, Rei-chan. You are mine, now, and I want to see your face while I'm inside you. Look at me."

She did as she was told, but couldn't keep her eyes open for long. He was becoming harder, his thrusts shorter and more rapid, and she knew he was about to ejaculate.

The end, with his frenzied onslaught and his exuberant climax, filled her with both satisfaction and despair. It was one thing to serve her lord, another to protect him, and she feared that she was not clever enough to do both. Her failure to keep him ignorant of her sex and identity after only one week was inexcusable. And if he were to develop a fondness for her and lose his focus, the results could be disastrous for the Nageyari.

She was so weak. What was she going to do?