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Part III
"Oh yes," said a voice behind them. The fairies turned to see Tatsu, a big grin on his face. They trembled so hard when they saw that grin that some of them had trouble standing. More than one released a spurt of urine. "I forget to tell you," he said. "Disobey rule of garden–that capital offense."
"But . . . but you were only going to exile us!" wailed Basilissa, just this side of hysteria.
"I say: leave garden. I not say you don't leave pretty feet first. And I keep promise: no kitty will ever nip you."
"But this is . . . no better!" cried Martina.
"Oh well. Sometime Door No. 1 and Door No. 2 both suck. 'Che sera, sera,' as German poet say. Now be good caught Warbler gang and go up on scaffold." Of course they had to obey. Trembling, sobbing, and wailing, they climbed the steps of the gallows and walked out onto the long platform. Their captor went up after them. He made each girl stand behind a noose; then he drew the nooses tight around their tender necks. Now they all cried even harder.
"That right: cry for all you worth," he said. "Before today, you not know what 'get kicky' really mean. I make you kick like no kitty can."
Tatsu was not without mercy. He knew that if the Warblers were primed, they'd come a good deal more and a good deal harder in their last travail. And their pussies were so plump and pretty! So he went from girl to girl, and with his right hand he gently cupped each cunt. (Their pubic hair was as soft as he had ever felt.) After a bit of stroking, he slipped a finger in, as far as it would go. The girls made quite a fuss, since his fingers were thick and callused–not at all like a fay's delicate digits–and their twats were still sore from laying. But their yelps, moans, and whimpers were prompted as much by pleasure as by pain. The proof was in the honey: he milked a palm's worth from each girl (and licked it all up greedily as he went along). When he cupped Basilissa, her eyes flashed. "You're hurting me!" she cried.
"Kitty-cat hurt more," he said, then fingered her with especial gusto.
Martina was the last in line. "It's so humiliating!" she said when her turn came.
"Awww, admit it, girly-girl: you like to show off pussy. Can't complain if Tatsu see and want to sample ware. And such pretty puss, too; such pretty girl!"
"A pretty girl . . . in a man's world," Martina sniffed.
"Ah, you catch on at last!" said her captor and gave her mons Veneris a good hard pinch. Then he strolled from girl to girl, pinching a plump pussy here, smacking a plushy bottom there. Nor did their abundant breasts escape his attention. His victims wailed at these new indignities, but they also secreted more honey.
At last, the wily gardener was ready for the finale. "That all, pretty Warbler gang! Time to go now. Got any last word?"
Haltingly, tremblingly, Basilissa spoke: "We . . . we understand now that we shouldn't have tampered with the workings of your garden. You're our master . . . and we have to obey. I want to obey you. But please, good master, is there . . . no other way to punish us? We're very tender . . . below the waist; if you just . . . had your way with us, and let us go, we'd never forget, I assure you. Please, there must be some other way. Please. Please." She was weeping now, but very softly.
Martina chimed in: "Oh yes, good master, please. I'm a bitch; I know it . . . but you've tamed me. You felt how soft I was . . . you tasted it–wasn't it sweet? It's all yours whenever you want it. I'll obey . . . I promise! Oh please, let me obey you, master." She finished then, weeping softly just like Basilissa. And then the other girls made similar appeals and pledges of submission. They, too, wept softly when they were done. Twelve beautiful, trembling girls–their faces wet with tears, their pussies damp and honey-scented! It was a struggle for the old man; it really was.
When at last he spoke, his tone was much gentler than before. "You finally figure out how things are, honey-gang, and I appreciate. Yes I do. But law of Tatsu's garden can be hard law for girl: if they come here, they must obey from day one. Magic of garden depend on proper balance between male and female–male on top, female below. Balance go, magic go. 'Cause you cross line, I gotta give you to kitty or dispatch you some other way. And it best for other Warbler in garden: they gotta learn there can be no crossing line. They gotta learn there is no defense to kitty-cat. They figure that out, then–believe it or not–they can be happy, and their egg all hatch. So I am sorry--but time to go."
With these words, he went over to a metal lever and pulled it. There was a lurching, screeching sound, and the platform dropped away. Twelve girls twisted and kicked at the air, their high heels flashing in the sun. It wasn't long before the fay-spasms came, and the final discharge of honey. And then they died.
When he was sure every girl had kicked her last, Tatsu took some tokairo simples out of his right breast pocket and swallowed them. Within seconds, he was back to normal size. He then picked up the miniature gallows, together with its pretty cargo, and carried it to the rhododendron clearing. He left it there; but before he went, he taped a hand-lettered sign right below twelve dangling pairs of high-heeled feet. The sign read: " Just behave for goodness' sake! "
Soon everything was as it should be. Since the authors of the hex had been dispatched, there were no more sirens. Knowing their place in the garden now, the Warblers laughed when they made love, groaned when they laid their eggs, and cried when they got kicky. Long after the twelve had vanished in puffs of smoke, Tatsu kept the gallows in the clearing: a stern but salutary reminder.
THE END
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