"Kinky Kokoro"
by J.D. Savanyu
Sitting here in my tiny Tokyo apartment on a hot summer day, sweating blood while trying to finish my latest hentai before the deadline. I draw absurdly hot naked ladies having wild sex for a living, but I've got no real friends, no social life whatsoever, nothing but my god-given artistic talent. But even god has been ignoring me lately. My well of inspiration is running dry, and my well of ink is also running dry. If I don't get
Kinky Kokoro #4
out to the publishers by next Tuesday, they won't send me a paycheck, and I won't even afford cheap ramen and sake. I'm almost thirty, and I'm already hitting the fucking wall.
I splash some cold water on my face to wake the hell up, then I dive back into my dirty manga, set in feudal Japan, July 1600. Samurai master Denji Tanaka rides proudly on his mighty stallion Baba in the shadow of Mount Fuji, returning from an epic battle against the Minamoto clan. Drenched with the blood of his enemies and dripping with animal lust after winning a three year-long civil war. His loyal soldiers follow him all the way back to Edo, capital of the Tokugawa Shogunate (long before it became Tokyo, the capital of a united Japan.)
Denji finally reaches his stately palace. He takes off his bloody armor and heads right to the harem chambers. He hasn't fucked his wife Ayane for nearly two years, and it was merely a political marriage to begin with, to gain a key alliance with the Taira clan. He gazes at dozens of young beautiful women, and selects his favorite concubine: Kokoro Ejiri. A ravishing twenty year-old vixen in a flowing black kimono robe with swirling golden dragons. Her elaborately woven jet-black hair is decked with yellow ribbons to symbolize the sun, and her long-lashed hazel eyes are utterly hypnotizing. She looks like a royal geisha, but she does things a geisha would never do. Every kinky fetish you could possibly imagine.
Denji is in a very dominant mood after slaughtering thousands of soldiers, so he hustles Kokoro down to the basement of his palace, leading her straight to his "Samurai Pleasure Cell." He orders her to strip bare, and she promptly obeys, revealing an amazing unrealistic S.N.A.P. body (Spine Never Aligns Properly, like most hot cartoon chicks.) He takes off his woolen tunic, revealing a freakishly large penis and a set of muscles that would make Schwarzenegger green with envy. Then he shoves her against a wooden bondage platform that resembles a giant
ho
(ホ) and ties her wrists and ankles through metal rings on the outer edges, stretching her slender frame to match that character from the katakana alphabet.
The BDSM scene that follows could just as easily be set in 1820 London, 1943 Casablanca, 1969 San Francisco, or whenever, wherever. Denji grabs his favorite leather riding crop and gets right down to business, whipping her tits and pussy raw. She tilts her head back in masochistic ecstasy, moaning loudly and begging for more in white talk bubbles full of black Japanese characters, reading from right to left. He grabs a big hemp cat o'nine tails and gives her much more, turning her pale flesh pink while masturbating with his free hand. He steps around and gives her heart-shaped ass a good spanking with a 2x4 wooden plank. She takes it like a good sport, screaming out "男らしい大剣を俺のオマンコに突っ込んでくれ、勇敢な武士よ!" ("Shove your big man-sword up my tight pussy, you brave sumarai warrior!")
Denji is happy to obey that order from his kinky courtesan... after some good old-fashioned horsewhipping. He unties her from the
ホ
and shoves her down onto a sharply curved wooden bondage platform, stretching her body out in an upside down U-shape. Then ties her wrists and ankles to metal hooks underneath, and uses a wooden paddle to spank her silly. I use many small pencil lines to create the illusion of fast motion and shockwaves rippling across her ass cheeks. Kokoro can never get enough from her cold-hearted master. They reflect my own intense BDSM desires; resulting from a sheltered coddled upbringing. My parents loved me too much and never disciplined me, so now I'm a fucked-up thirty-something who disciplines his "lovers." I've never had a real girlfriend, but I've banged quite a few hookers ever since my freshman year at Musashino Art University. Living out my dark medieval fantasies with fresh-faced barely legal whores in cute schoolgirl sailor outfits.
The samurai master is just about to shove his "man-katana" up her whip-raw twat, but my pen screeches to a halt. I've run out of inspiration and energy, and depression rushes down like an avalanche. The walls are closing in on my pathetic life, while the Maneki-Neko "lucky cat" clock on the wall keeps ticking with maddening precision. I get up and splash some more cold water on my face, but it's no use. I obviously won't get any more work done today, so I go over to an open window five stories over Tenjin Street, with a nice view of the Tokyo TV Tower. The midday summer sun is a glorious ball of fire, blazing down on a ginormous smoggy metropolis.
Damn, I almost forgot: there's a total solar eclipse happening in Japan today. In fact, it's just starting! The moon slowly slides across the sun, and the biggest city in the world gets darker and darker. Many people step out of their homes and business onto the sidewalks, getting a better view of the once-in-a-generation celestial event. The last total eclipse happened when I was in kindergarten; drawing outside the lines and mocking Miss Tsuchiya at every opportunity.
The street lights come on at 12:30 in the afternoon, and the birds stop chirping. The sun is reduced to a thin yellow ring in a dark starry sky. It's an incredibly transcendent marvel to behold... but it makes me feel even worse. The shrouded star, one of trillions and trillions across an ever-expanding universe, reminds me how small I am in the grand scheme of things. How small
everyone
is.
Oh god, please give me a real steady girlfriend like Kokoro. That's all I'm asking. Fame and fortune would also be great, but all I really need is a hot submissive lady to dump my misery on. I wish she could travel through time and magically appear in my tiny apartment, like so many other characters in isekai mangas and animes. I'd sell my soul to possess that kinky busty beauty queen. That's right, I would literally sell whatever's left of my soul to possess Lady Ejiri.
A bright light suddenly flashes behind me. I spin around, but can't see anything because the room is dark during the eclipse. Did the motor just blow out on my old clunky refrigerator? I turn on a lamp, step toward the kitchen, and stop dead in my tracks when I see something completely fucking unbelievable.
"Holy
shit!
"
A busty butt-naked Japanese woman is curled up on her knees on my kitchen floor, like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the opening Terminator scene from '84. She looks a lot like...
"Kokoro?"
She rises slowly to her feet, revealing a perfect voluptuous body with a gorgeous face to match. The same body I've been drawing non-stop for the past two years, but with a properly aligned spinal cord. No fucking way!
"はいマスター。 徳川幕府の妾、江尻心です," she replies flatly. (Yes, Master. I am Kokoro Ejiri, humble courtesan for the Tokugawa Shogunate.)
My jaw drops open even more, and my heart beats like a jackhammer in utter shock.
"How did you get here? Why... how the... where the... what the
fuck?
"
"I was sent through time by the grand wizard Abe no Seimei."
"Seriously? That medieval ying-yang freak I learned about in school?"
"Correct, master. Abe had a fierce rivalry with my old master Denji, so he kidnapped his favorite courtesan and used the magic power of the white fox to banish me to a far future time, to serve a new master."
"Oh my god, oh my god! I must be dreaming."
"No dream, master. I have been cursed to serve you as a concubine."
"What the fuck is going on? This is like a porn parody of Bleach or fucking Naruto!"
"Who is Naruto, master?"
"How can I even
begin
to tell you?! I'm talking to a naked whore from fucking
1600!
I thought you only existed in my mind!"
"I truly existed then, and I am truly existing now in your living quarters, master. What year is this, and what is your name?"
"It's 2023, and my name is Riku Date."
"Riku Date, that is a lovely name, meaning 'Intelligent Leader.' My name means 'Good Heart.'"
She steps slowly away from the kitchen and looks around my tiny apartment, marvelling at my meager postmodern possessions.
"Living quarters in 2023 are so very different from 1600."
"No shit, Sherlock," I chortle incredulously. "Don't bother asking me who Sherlock is."
She gazes curiously out the window at the solar eclipse over the Tokyo skyline. "There was also a solar eclipse when the wizard kidnapped me. He must have channeled magic power from the cosmic alignment to open a time portal and send me through it," she explains flatly. She doesn't seem to care that her naked body is visible to anyone in the apartment building across the street. Not surprising for a lady who was cooped up in a harem chamber every day, isolated from the real world.
"Edo is so much bigger now, and so... strange."
"Edo is called Tokyo now. It's the capital of a united Japan, with no more warring clans. The world has changed a lot since..." I sink down into an easy chair, laughing insanely while gazing at her huge tits. "Holy fuck, holy fuck, I
have
to be dreaming. I must have fallen asleep while I was drawing my story over there."
I point toward the manuscript of
Kinky Kokoro #4.
She goes over there and browses through the pages with a blank expression, watching her cartoon likeness get pussywhipped by Denji.
"This is exactly what happened to me, master!" she beams. "Denji tied me up and whipped my body just like that, and he said those very words to me, shortly before I was kidnapped and sent through time. Abe no Seimei must have used his strong psychic powers to inspire these illustrated papyrus manuscripts in your mind, preparing you for my arrival."
"Of
course,
that makes
perfect
sense," I groan toward the many cracks in the plaster ceiling. "By the way, 'illustrated papyrus manuscripts' is a really archaic expression. We call them manga books now. The pornographic ones are called hentai mangas."
"I see, master. Your hentai manga is excellently composed. Highly seductive artwork."
"The critics agree with you. They call it 'a breath of fresh air in the stale worn-out toon porn genre.'"
"What is a toon porn jan-a-ra, master?"
