Tokyo Decadence (Yume Kuribayashi) (NSFW)

[Yume Kuribayashi]

"Disappointment, more like it..." Kiri remarked quietly. For as much as he'd have loved to fire back at Yukiko with a smartass response, something like "Come now, you know you love it~," he avoided negging her any further. For all the power he held as a Golden Sakura courtesan, the Madame remained the shot-caller, so no matter how much he enjoyed being scolded by her - which was quite a bit, as she surely knew - he complied with her request with closed eyes, a nod and a grin. "Very well, Yukiko-sama."

"As for your question, give the girl two more strokes before you enter her. And have her kiss the cane as thanks for the welts."

With that go-ahead to finish the set of ten he intended on, Kiri beamed widely, gripping the cane with the hand he tapped it against. "Oh, thank you, Yukiko-sama! It means the world to hear that..." He opened his eyes to a mischievous squint, glancing at Eri's quivering hindquarters. "And believe me, I'll make certain she shows me and my tools the proper respect~."

Eri was too focused on catching her breath to catch much of the banter exchanged between Kiri and Yukiko, though she picked up on his sadistically flirtatious remark to her, shuddering some before closing her eyes and bracing for the next impact.

Kiri tapped the cane against his hand two more times to warm himself up, and then, once back in prime striking position, he raised the cane and brought it down on Eri's ass with the same degree of force as he did when he paused, like the pause never even happened in the first place. "Gyaaaaagh!!" The pained yelp echoed throughout the office, despite being far quieter than the scream she belted out at the start. No matter how loud it was, though, Kiri closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, humming in savory. "Ahh, music to our ears~."

********

In response to the first bit of news...

"That sounds delightful. Personally I would have played keyholder if you get my meaning but your ways are efficient."

"Mm-hmm!" Diska nodded. "It's never a bad way to get a stubborn old-timer to cooperate with the new way of doing things!" Whether she meant her way, Aimi's way or both, it hardly mattered.

In response to the second...

"Kuribayashi-chan dropped by, hm? That girl is insatiable, in a good way."

"Oh, was it that obvious? Yeah, she really is. Seriously, it's nothing short of amazing how much of a freak that cutie-pie is! That article in the Monthly Gomu barely even scratches the surface of her laundry list of kinks! Hell, of how much she revels in pain even the most defiant of our underlings dread~." She let out another evil laugh, pleased with how much she was able to share about Yume, now that Aimi knew it was her she was talking about. Oh, she could hardly wait to start giving her tonight's business...

And speaking of defiance...

"Isn't this something you should be discussing with my mother?

"It is, but this problem's one that can still be nipped in the bud, so I thought I'd fill her in before it gets out of the Torture Division's hands."

"But of course, what is it you'll be looking forward to?"

"Okay, so here's the tea: this group of all-lady delinquents, a sort of sukeban-meets-bosozoku type clique, has been causing trouble in and around the financial district, super close to the main offices of Ichijou Industries." One of the foremost subsidiaries of the Ichijou zaibatsu. "Normally, they hang around the station a few blocks away from HQ, jumping any stragglers trying to board the last train out. Stealin' their wallets, their clothes, that sorta thing. Before now, none of the poor S.O.B.s they've plundered have been tied back to Ichijou. At least, not in any way that Kiyomi-sama would give a crap about. But the guy they hit last night wasn't some low-rung flunky. Apparently, it was one of the associate managers high up the chain. Y'know, the kind of guy who answers to the guy who answers to the guy who answers to Kiyomi-sama and the rest of the Board. He tried to play down the injury he got from their wooden swords, but trust me, no amount of bandages or length of three-piece suit can hide the kind of limp a few good whacks to the hip joint can give you.

"Long story short, he lucked out of getting questioned by any of his bosses about what happened, but some of his co-workers think this could blow up into something huge. Hence, one of them got in touch with a friend of his who's one of Mark's current clients..." She was referring to her younger brother, the photographer/DJ. "...and that's how I found out about it. And since I've got a direct line to you, it makes sense that I'd dial you up and end this game of Telephone, no?" She shrugged, even though she knew Aimi wouldn't be able to see it. "So yeah, the sooner we deal with those bitches, the sooner we'll keep the tabloid rags from making a scandal outta the shit they pulled."

 

[-NekoUke-]

The glare that enveloped Yukiko's face when Kiri let out a remark faded rather quickly. The Madame was more focused on the woman in front of her rather than the transgressions of her boy toy. That did not mean he was entirely off the hook though, as she made a mental note to properly admonish him for his little back-talk later.

Though, she knew he would enjoy that. Perhaps that's why he spoke up the way he did?

Right now, she watched as the cane gave one final; though surely no less painful strike across Eri's buttocks. The yelp echoing through the office and entering Yukiko's ears like a sweet, tortured melody. "Be sure to thank him, would you girl?" Yukiko smirked, her arms folded as she looked down at the bent over woman.

For Eri, this was sure to be a long night.

********

But as for Aimi. She returned to watch the proceedings taking place in the zen garden as her maids tormented Shiki for their own; and their Mistress' pleasure. All the while she remained focused on the phone call with Diska who had brought the matter of the girl gang to her attention. Honestly, she was content with just letting the matter slide, as it wouldn't exactly be the first gang of delinquents that the Ichijou group attracted. That was until Diska brought up that the recent victim was someone of quite high standing within the zaibatsu.

This was indeed trouble. She certainly did not want the tabloids; the vultures they were getting wind of this incident, especially this close to the election.

"Then I think it's time for our band of troublemakers to be rehabilitated." Anyone who knew the darker secrets of the Ichijou knew exactly what that word meant. "Do we have any names or pictures of our girls?"

 

[Yume Kuribayashi]

"T-Thank you, K-Kiri-sama..." Eri responded shakily, panting heavily as she attempted to power through the residual stinging feeling in her buttocks. It was no use, however; the sensation was far too great, leaving her wincing and in streaming tears before long.

"'Kiri-sama', huh? I like the sound of that~." Kiri walked around to Eri's front - well, as front as he could get with her supported against Yukiko's desk - and held out the cane for her. Devoid of blood, but no doubt bearing other fluids of hers as it struck her flesh moments ago. "Now, give it a kiss."

With two more sighs, Eri gulped to ready herself, then puckered up, placing a kiss against the cane without question. It felt dirty, but it had to be done, lest she be faced with more punishment. At least now, all she had to deal with was penetration. And even then, it wasn't something she was super-thrilled about.

"You are such a good girl, Eri-chan, especially for a whelp as naughty as you." Kiri set the cane down and then walked back to Eri's behind, running his hand in circles over her ass before giving it a tight squeeze, doing the same with her other cheek seconds later. "Now then, which hole should I make use of first..." He snickered softly as he spread her cheeks, inspecting her pussy and asshole. The latter appeared tight and unused, though the left had a little wear to it; not enough to identify her as promiscuous, but plenty to indicate she had experience using toys on herself. Either way, it would be Eri's first time getting fucked, and in a situation where she rather wouldn't have. And she doubted Madame Yukiko would bother to step in and stop him. Hell, she was probably enjoying this lead-up to the inevitable...

********

The mention of "rehabilitation" - the Ichijou's in-house definition of the term, anyways - was enough to make Diska smile in sadistic delight. "Yes, I believe it is time for such action~..."

"Do we have any names or pictures of our girls?"

"None on hand right this moment. One of the drones over at Security Systems pulled the cam footage as soon as we knew something was up, and I should get a report from them soon. But based on rumors I heard from some of my, shall we say, acquaintances in the financial district, it's highly likely the leader of our gal-pal gangbangers is one Mitsuru Shuji. A notorious delinquent from Osaka who's been stirring up trouble in Chiyoda Ward these past few months. I hear her twin brother's the Mistress Superior's personal boytoy, but that's a whole other rumor mill." Diska paused for a moment, then spoke up again, a little quieter. "You... wouldn't happen to know if that's true, would you, Aimi-sama?"