Tokyo Japan
Juuban Prefecture
Hello, my name is Hino Rei. This is my story. Incomplete, I know. I am a work in progress you might say, but more of that another day.
I was born in Juuban Prefecture, where families lived, grew up, copulated, had their offspring and inevitably died. Life goes on. I had a home, that is, if you could call it that, I wouldn't. Suit yourself. I warned you.
By way of personal disclaimer, I don't own my life, but my heart is my own. I don't by the way use drugs or dabble in other pointless self-destructive vices. I don’t have to, but if you're squeamish, stop reading as this is a tell-all account of this little Shachihoko whore's sorry existence.
Shall I begin? Let's go back, before the fire, the rage and the twisted turn of events that I promise I will get to, really. I believe in saving the best until last as I am in despair after my father met his fate by the hands of an evil that had manifested itself in the form of an unspeakable horror not of our world.
My deflowering, desecration, defilement; these words, like the hands of filthy gangland thugs, sharpened spears that tore not only my hymen, but also my soul in two.
I remember that fateful night, the first time I began to become aware that my life was a crock. Yes, the Hino household was a happy (you have to be kidding) what, that hellhole of domestic debauchery? No way, with my naive nature eroding, by the time I was nine pushing my tenth year, I knew things weren't quite as they should be.
You know, there is a point where a Shachihoko household strips away pretence, and the elusions of what I had believed a normal life had soon turned to dust.
I didn’t have to make all that much of an adjustment, really. Yes, back then I was a virgin - Shock horror.
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I became aware of the sounds of footfalls on the stairs: the shouting, the tears. It was all too familiar, but why.
Oh, the pretending; it was getting so old. To have your life manipulated by fate, in the personage of one Lady Nehelenia, my father's lover, she had taken the innocent post-pubescent schoolgirl and turned me into one of the hottest dancers and at the tender age of sixteen, the most sought after call girls in Asia.
I never slept with anyone over the age of eighteen, the one concession I demanded and got. I was pleased that many rich gangsters had sons around my own age and these I would initiate into manhood. At eighteen it would be, I was told, open slather, all this, unceremoniously sweeping my former existence away, a shattering blow to a frightened teenage girl.
I shudder to think of it now, but I stood terrified, shivering as a table filled with well-built and powerful Tokyo gangsters clapped and cheered as said new mistress slapped me into performing an impromptu strip show. There I was, humiliated and led on a jeweled collar on a black silk strap, paraded like a caged tigress. The men poked, prodded and violated my nubile body with their disgusting digits and cruel lips.
Still crying, I was taken to the ‘house of preparation' where I was summarily raped by a boy not much older than I was. After that, I was set on the path to my life as a Shachihoko slave. In short, I became an exotic dancer and high-class slut.
