Aisika was pleased Saito had been so understanding to the reasons why she had to take her leave in such a hurry. “After all, the samurai’s protectee, the goddess Inari, had been so brazenly kidnapped in front of their very eyes. Naturally, the Daimyo should immediately flee back to the safety of her abode in her carriage, under the protection of her own soldiers, wouldn’t you agree… ” Aisika Wakaida paused her monologue to flip back a satin sheet that blended in with the soft interior of her transport. “…Inari~?”
There the fox deity was, practically cocooned in a tight rope harness, half a dozen cloth bound over and around her stuff-gagged mouth. She squirmed and moaned softly, unable to stop the frisky feudal lady of seductively stroking the luxurious silk fabric of her kimono. “And to think, poor Saito doesn’t suspect a thing~” Aisika gloated while caressing the fabric that silenced her prisoner, eventually leaning in to sensually smooch her gagged lips. “But don’t worry too much, my sweet~”
“The next few days will be like heavens for you~” The daimyo smiled. “And your samurai will have you back unharmed… in time~”
