The Contract

This is my eight installment on my first submission. I would like to thank Knightshado2 for reviewing the story. I hope you enjoy. Comments are welcome!

***** Very Early Monday Morning 12/11/2006 *****

I engaged Mr. Sato again. After a flurry of blocked attacks, Mr. Sato finally acquired an arm and threw me.

WHAM!

I was exhausted, and could only lay there as Mr. Sato lauded over me.

"And that waza is called ikujinonai ahou otoshi, or the spindless wimp drop, which is required of any real man to perform and keep a happy marriage. And now I would like ask my assistants to demonstrate some body locks."

At that moment Motoko, Mary, and Sherri came forward, and removed their tunics and pounced on top of me, naked. Mary and Sherri each grabbed an arm and sat on a wrist. Motoko straddled my body, ripped my tunic open, and literally sucked my wilted penis into her vagina.

My mother walked by and said to the women, "I'll take one half dozen grandchildren, please."

I tried to cry out, but it was like I had forgotten how to speak. The only sounds that came out of my mouth were moans and groans.

Motoko started grinding against me, and looked up at my mother, "Boys or girls?" Her vaginal muscles started to ripple against my member, urging it deeper inside her.

"Well, at least one of each, if you please. Paul, be a good boy and help these ladies out."

Sherri and Mary ground their pussies into my hands, and my fingers were sucked into their vaginas as I groaned with pleasure. I tried to get up, to take control, but that only made the women moan, and beg for more. Within seconds, my manhood was completely hard, and Motoko proceeded to rise up, and then slam her body into mine, impaling herself on my shaft, over and over again.

"Give me your seed, Paul! Give me a baby!"

Mary and Sherri joined in. "Yes Paul, but save some for us! We're next."

As the three women continued to writhe on top of me, I felt my hands being sucked into Mary and Sherri. I was now fisting each of them as they held my biceps against the mat. I was pinned and helpless as the three women rammed their pussies against me. Their motions started to synchronize with each other and I could hear a bass guitar slapping out a rhythm. The sound became louder and I eventually saw Ben's face towering over me.

"Paul, it seems that you've got the target between your legs now. Better you that me!"

I start to thrash around, rocking from side to side, only to see that we were now on a stage, where thousands of people were watching the three women milk me for my semen. The rocking only excited the audience, and I saw my lawyer, Carol Bernstein, who was in the audience on someone's shoulders, pull off her top and throw it into the audience. As I started kicking my legs wildly, my ex-wife Tonya climbed out of the audience and onto the stage and pinned one of my legs down.

"You fucked me over, and now I'm going to make sure you get screwed over too! Where is my part of the bonus check, Paul!"

Carol, with her breasts bouncing to the bass rhythm shouted, "Is there a commission in it for me?"

Tonya retorted back, "Sure, I'll give you the standard commission!"

Within seconds, both of my legs were being pinned down, and Tonya and Carol were grinding their pussies across my toes and moaning.

The only thing I could move was my head and shoulders. My head was off of the mat, and I thrashed it about, trying to rock my shoulders and turn myself over. I hear a crack and pain ripped across my left shoulder. Ran, dressed in black leather boots and black corset sauntered up, caressing a whip.

"What did I tell you about keeping your shoulders straight during the Youfuckmo! You're never going to get this right, are you? Girls, you're really going to have to whip this wimp into shape."

Motoko, while ramming herself up and down on top of me, shuttered into an orgasm, and continued to milk my cock. "Ran, come and join in, there's some sperm here for you too!"

Ran lashed out her whip again, and pain tore down my body from my right shoulder and down into my groin. "Nah, I'm not interested in a man with bastard children," and walked away.

Tonya chimed in, and my entire foot was enveloped inside of her. "I had a chance at that for a long time, and I'm not interested in that either. I'm just interested in fucking Paul over, and my part of the bonus!"

My other foot was sucked into Carol's flesh, and she added, "Minus my commission, of course."

At this point, Rose floated down on me from above, and her hands clamped down on either side of my head. She held my head tenderly and calmly spoke to me. "You knew we shouldn't have done anything Saturday night, darling, but I haven't had a man between my legs for so long, I couldn't help myself. Just remember, you were the one who decided to mix business with pleasure."

And with a smile on her face, Rose pressed my face into her muff, grinding her clit against my nose. The six women writhed to the bass licks, as the deep notes thundered through our bodies. I was helpless, as waves of energy pulsed through my body, and into my groin. With each wave, Motoko tried to milk my essence into her womb, and begged for more, until I could not hold back.

My body shuddered, and my hips thrust Motoko into the air, only to have her ram herself back down and onto the continuous flow of semen erupting from my member.

I woke up, lunging into a sitting position, with my penis still releasing it's sperm into the sheets. I pulled back the sheets and stared at my cock, as it continued to twitch.

"TRAITOR!"

As if to respond, my manhood twitched one more time, and another spurt of sperm oozed out.

I flopped back down and shook my head, "I have got to take control of my life."

With that my stomach churned, and I let out a belch, a beef stroganoff belch.

As the smell of my mother's Stroganoff wafted through my sinuses, I shook my head.

"This can't be good."

***** *****

Without much sleep, I struggled through my morning lessons. Tai Chi is supposed to re-center your being, but the slow movements seem to cause my arms to shake. Ran could tell I was completely off and struggling. She eased back on the lessons, a bit. At lunchtime, I told Ran that I might have gotten a bit of food poisoning the night before, and I ate just a few rice balls with her at lunch. It continued to bother me, not just the act of being pinned down, but the intensity of the women had turned me on. I kept looking at Ran, and seeing the black leather outfit on her. I had seen her completely nude before, in the bath, but somehow, I was getting turned on by thinking of her in that outfit.

Especially the boots. There is something about a woman in boots that come up past the knee, that end just before covering up their cheeks....

"What is it Paul? Did I spill something on my pants?"

I averted my eyes. I had to have been stating at her legs for some time. I shook my head and looked up at her face. Now I saw red lipstick on her soft lips, which I knew she hadn't put on.

"No, Ran. I'm just lost in my dreams from last night."

"Oh?"

"Ran, I had a nightmare last night, I had lost all control of my life."

Ran nodded. "It makes sense. Right now, you're a ronin."

I tilted my head, and stared at Ran. Her lips now had their normal color, but they still looked soft and kissable. I knew that I wasn't going to kiss her, but I was tempted. Last night, Motoko had pushed my buttons, and I wanted to escape what I thought was a trap. The trap wasn't Motoko's fault, it was my fault. I didn't interrupt my mother, who was filling Motoko with ideas of having children sooner and not later. Because of the dream, I really didn't want to see Motoko today, but I knew I had to. Maybe because in my dream, Ran was the one and only woman who had not joined in, I felt Ran was currently a good place to run to.

I regained composure. "OK, what's a ronin?"

"It means adrift, or, lost in the surf. In an island nation like Japan, attacking samurai would have difficulty getting to shore with their weapons and armor. A ronin is lost in a struggle with the sea before attempting his true mission. The original usage was a term for a Samurai warrior that has lost his master. Being a samurai is expensive, and requires a sponsor, or master. The modern usage, a Ronin is a high school graduate who was unable to pass an entrance exam for a college. They end up doing minimum wage jobs, and attending cram schools, in hope that they will eventually pass and enter college. They are caught in a struggle before they can proceed on the path of life."

"So, this is about losing my job?"

"Paul, it could be your job, your marriage, your goals in life, anything like that. Paul, do you really know what your life is going to be like a year, or even five years from now?"

"No, not really, but I am..."

Ran cut me off. "You are adrift right now, and you need to find direction in your life. Loss of control is a common dream, were you falling?"

"Sort of, Mr. Sato kept throwing me, and I became pinned down."

"Really? Paul, from what I have heard from Mr. Sato, you have passed every waza needed for every belt up to a brown belt. You regularly trounce every opponent below a black belt, and you haven't even obtained your yellow belt yet. I know I've been a little hard on you about your form, but you are progressing well in everything I am teaching you, too."

"Well, it may be more about not having a clear goal to use my skills, than my ability to learn a skill. It also might be a bit of losing my marriage, and not being able to embrace being single again."

Ran looked up and paused. She probably had more to say about jobs and careers, but mentioning my marriage had thrown out her train of thought. I was glad that Ran was being sympathetic with me today. I needed my head cleared, and Ran was helping. She at least was helping me see that I was progressing. She nodded her head.

"In that way, I am a Ronin too. I am at the age where I am to be married off, and I have no idea who my father will choose for me to marry. I want this feeling to go away, but at this time, the only actions I can do are smile and try to be pleasant with the people around me, and possible groom a potential suitor."

Ran gave me a wink. I wanted none of her flirting.

"That's not what you said a month ago. You simply gave me over to Motoko. I am here to learn skills with you, Ran, and I need to make it clear that I am with Motoko right now."

Ran got a little ticked off at me, and started to put away the lunch. Without a word, Ran stood up, bowed, picked up the bento boxes, and walked off slowly. It had bothered me that Ran had simply turned and walked away, but it didn't seem that she was speeding off quickly. What had I been picking up about Ran? I felt she wanted me to pull her back.

"Ran, you obviously don't care about Motoko. Can you at least give me an honest assessment of Motoko?"

Ran stopped and stiffened up. She turned around and put the bento boxes back down. She poured some fresh tea, and sat down. She then let out a sigh. I had never seen Ran look so vulnerable.

"Paul, let's just say that I am a devious woman. Motoko has changed since you two have been courting. She is pushing herself to become more worthy of you. I knew at the Kendo Matches that I could have stepped into the opening you gave me, but instead I played a stupid game."

All morning, I would glance over at Ran and I could almost see the black leather boots that molded themselves up to just a few inches of her glorious bottom, and her black leather corset caressing her breasts. My morning glances were of a strong powerful woman. I had a hard time seeing this new image of Ran, being adrift. Usually, Ran's confidence seemed overpowering, but now she was showing her heart. The only other time that I seen this side of Ran was when she had slapped me across the face. Ran had a soft side, and she was having trouble controlling it. Our eyes met, and then she averted hers. I could see she was having images of me.

Suddenly she looked up, "Paul, did you really bring her to eight separate orgasms that night, with several multiples?"

"She talked about THAT in the BATH?"

There was shock on Ran's face. "Y..Y..You didn't even flinch at the number, you're more concerned with privacy. Oh, My God, It's true! You did make her cum that many times. And with multiples, she said it was fourteen orgasms in all!"

I shook my head. "I can't believe she's been relaying our sex life to everyone. Is that why I'm getting looks from other women at the center?"

Ran's jaw had dropped as if she had lost all control over the facial muscles. She nodded silently.

We were both embarrassed, and looked down at our food. We ate the rest of the lunch in silence. After finishing the lunch, and while Ran cleaned up the table, she whispered, "Motoko is a lucky lady, and I am a fool". Ran bowed and walked away. I should have said something, but nothing came to mind.

I went home and slept, without even trying to clean up the workshop. Finding out that your sex life is being made public hurt almost as much as the dream. I really didn't want to see Motoko, because I was afraid that I would tear into her about talking in the bath. I also didn't want to tell her, because that would mean that Ran was confiding in me. Around mid-afternoon, when I did finally wake up, I was feeling better and I ordered two pizzas. I knew that I had classes that evening and tried force myself to eat, could only finish three pieces. After placing the boxes in the refrigerator, I thought of Tonya, barely being able to afford to buy a pizza.

After classes, I melted into the soaking pool, just wanting my problems to go away. Ben came in.

"Yo."

"Dude."

"Can I call in a favor?"

"Sure."

"Some time this week, Take Tonya out for Pizza, Order too much. And let Tonya take the extra home with her. Make it a business meeting, something about next years marching band program. It doesn't have to be a date. I'll give you a twenty, just buy some food for her."

"What happening, Paul?"

"Tonya went on a spending binge and maxed out her credit cards after the annulment. I had to help her take her big screen TV and some other things to the pawn shop. I don't want to give her money, but I also don't want her to starve. She needs to learn a lesson out of this."

"You want me to I date her?"

"That's your call, not mine. She's probably starving for companionship, but she still has a serious attitude problem. I am not planning to bale her out. I may give a gift card to the supermarket for Christmas, but that's it."

"Dude, you're cold."

"As cold as being served divorce papers at a football game?"

"OK, you got me. We didn't have this conversation, did we?"

I smiled at Ben. "What conversation? And by the way, hell has not frozen over."

I didn't want to help Tonya out directly, but Ben could work as an indirect agent. She would get fed, and Tonya would get a little help. It was going to be a hard month for Tonya.

When Ben waved off the twenty, I felt better about my situation. I had a friend who would do a favor for me. Yes, he was the guy who had an affair with Tonya, but he had done so because Tonya had told him that we were in the process of divorce. He was also pissed off at Tonya, but he still had to work with her.

I wanted control back, and I wanted Tonya to stand on her own feet. If I could use Ben to make this happen, it would make my life feel more like mine again. I was not the helpless victim in my dream, but the guy pulling strings and making things happen.

***** *****

The week went quickly.

I didn't see Motoko until Wednesday.

Rose had the operation on Monday, and on Wednesday, had a second operation where her left leg was re-broken and re-set. There was something wrong about Rose's Femur that didn't show up until during the operation. Sherri brought her back to stay with her for a while.

I kept my thoughts off getting a tongue lashing from Rose by spending a day meticulously cleaning the workshop. I replaced the diamond tile saw blade, and re-cleaned each piece of glass that we had. I had purchased a large amount of Vanilla Streaky glass, and found myself laying the pieces out to dry next to each other. The plates of glass became a jigsaw puzzle. I knew I was wasting time, but I kept shuffling the pieces until I had constructed the glass into the pour that came out of Magma Glass's furnace.

I had better things to do, but I kept playing with the pieces of glass until the puzzle was done. I wasted a day playing with glass. It was 1AM when I finished and walked around the glass. The pour was 40 inches wide, and the glass was split down the middle. In all, I had 24 pieces of glass that were 20 inches wide and about three feet long. I had a left side and a right side that ran for about 36 feet. I walked around the glass and saw an image running down the glass, an angel with open wings. The image was about 15 feet long.

I went upstairs and looked out the window at the shop floor. It was stretched, but it was there. It was one of those images that you would see in a cloud on a summer day. I picked up my camera and took pictures of the glass, and pushed the images into my computer. I then played with stretching the image to see if I could see it more clearly. The angel seemed to be landing. I played with shrinking one dimension about 4 times the other. The 15 feet turned into about 46 inches. After cropping the image, I ended up with a 42 inch wide by 27 inch high image, if I could slice the glass into strips and stand them on end. This was going to be a massive strip technique project, if I was to try it. I needed to ask Rose what she though about the project, before even attempting it. I carefully numbered the ten pieces of glass, and set them aside.

I started moving the left over pieces together. After playing around I found a second image, a dragon. It was less defined and less stretched. Once again I numbered and set aside the pieces of glass. I felt overwhelmed by the size of these two projects, so I tried to come up with something a lot smaller to do. I ended up thinking about Thank You gifts for my instructors.

On Wednesday, I did go and see Motoko after the workshop was cleaned up. She was very nervous. I actually got Motoko involved with ideas for Thank You gifts to my instructors. She suggested dishes for Ran, and ornamental bowl for Mr. Sato.

I booked a trip to Florida between Christmas and New Years. I decided on two nights at a beach on the gulf coast, and then on to Orlando. I tried to figure out what Motoko would enjoy, and the travel agent was very helpful. It would also allow me to watch her around children. I was courting her, and if she was going to be the mother of my children, I would need to know how she reacted around them. I figured a day or two at Disney and Sea World would fit the bill.

I would watch and learn, and this would help me figure out if Motoko was the one.

After that, I wanted to test out what equipment I had in the workshop. I spent a day performing some test firings. I had already had an idea for a Christmas present for my mother, a strip bowl design, and a similar one for Mr. Sato. I also wanted to do a larger project. It was overkill, but Motoko's idea of a dinnerware set for Ran was a good larger project.

I decided to make some square plates to start with. After drawing and sketching for a while I ended up playing with the Himaki family crest. Ran had been very patient training me to shoot Kyudo, so my first project turned out to be a set of glass sushi dinnerware for four people with serving plates. I used my degree in graphic design to come up with a design that included the Himaki family crest.