Literature

Land of the rising sun, (f-self, m/f, f/f, gore, consensual) 2016/01/30(Sat)14:51:24 No.4434 [Report]

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This is my first attempt at something remotely resembling a story, so my apologies if its not perfectly readable, or very fap-worthy. One of the reasons I wrote this is that the only other story that really 'clicked' with me was Madame Butterfly, and the lack of other stories based around seppuku. Anyway, rant over, hope you all enjoy the story, and please leave feedback, or any corrections, or just take the story and rework it if you want, I'm fine with anything really.

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The chirping of birds, the sound of leaves gently rustling in the wind, the annoying buzz of an alarm clock.

"Oh come on," Laura groaned.

Eyes still shut, she flailed her arms in an attempt to silence the alarm clock, eventually managing to land a hit; setting it to snooze. It was 6:30 AM, and on a Monday to boot. Yet another boring, and long week of high school lay ahead of her. The only motivation she had left at this point was that it would all end soon - she was in her final year, after which she could get a job, maybe go university, or take a break from it all, and travel.

"Just a few more weeks of this bullshit," she thought, slowly dragging herself out of bed.

Laura moved towards the window, and opened the curtains. The gentle morning sun shone down through the window, irritating her sharp, green eyes. Despite the discomfort, the view from her window never failed to amaze her. Living in the outskirts of a small hilly town in Japan did have its advantages such as the gorgeous view and surprisingly friendly and welcoming inhabitants.

Sadly, this was all overshadowed by numerous political and cultural factors. After suffering a crushing defeat in the Second World War, Japan went back to being a very isolated nation, only recently opening up to the rest of the world. In fact, the only foreigners to live here were the ones who stayed throughout the duration of the war, such as her grandparents. They used to tell her stories of how things were before the war, how much more relaxed everything was, and how Japan now, was really just a shadow of its former self.

In short, the fall of the emperor did not lead Japan towards a modern form of government. Wealthy, and influential families saw this as an opportunity for a hostile takeover, and now form a fair, albeit ruthless ruling caste, following a more extreme form of Bushido. One, where even girls were expected to be ready to commit ritual suicide should they bring shame to themselves, their family, or their nation.

Yet none of this bothered Laura, to her, the thought of disemboweling herself did seem unpleasant, however the way she was raised, and taught, it was preferable to living a life of shame and dishonor.

Laura let out a long, drawn out yawn, as she stretched; her belly peeking out from under her shirt. Before long, she was ready to get dressed, eat breakfast and head off to school.

"God, I hate the summer uniform, too damn skimpy," she mumbled, as she was dreading wearing the cropped sailor shirt, and short, hip-hugging skirt.

While she may have hated wearing it, she did look stunning in it - the navy blue uniform contrasted beautifully with her long red hair. The uniform also showed off her assets quite well - her supple breasts looked at least a size bigger, and the skirt was just short enough for lucky passers-by to get a look at her gorgeously plump thighs.

She gently stroked her belly as she slid the shirt on. Letting out a sigh, she moved her hand towards her navel, slowly sticking her middle finger into her oval belly hole. If there was one thing she liked about the uniform, it was the easy access to her, and her classmates belly's and navels.

To an outsider, having such an outfit be a school uniform would appear quite shocking, however there is a clear purpose to all this. If a student is to fail, break school rules, or bring shame to the school, they are expected to commit public seppuku at the morning assembly, or in extreme cases, be held down, and disemboweled by a classmate to forcefully restore ones honor.

"Laura! Breakfasts ready!" A familiar voice resounded. It was Laura's mom.

"Coming!" Laura replied, pulling her finger out of her belly button, and making her way downstairs.

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Laura walked into the assembly hall, looking for her classmates, or homeroom teacher. Eventually finding where her class was supposed to sit, she took a seat next to her girlfriend, Maya. They smiled at one another, as during assembly, talking was strictly prohibited, and neither one of them wanted to suffer the consequences of insubordination.

Following a long-winded and generally pompous and annoying speech by the headmaster, 4 students who failed their mid-terms were called up to the podium.

"These 4 students have brought shame to themselves, and to our school. They have failed not one, but all of their subjects in the mid-terms. I have personally informed their parents, and with their consent they are to commit seppuku before us. Let this be a lesson to those who shirk their duties so callously!"

There was complete silence in the assembly hall. Everyone could have heard a pin drop.

"My name is Asami Nakamura, I am in year 2, class 2A" One of the condemned stated, her voice trembling.

She knelt down, tears in her eyes, and bowed down, as if praying for mercy and forgiveness. She would get none. Her homeroom teacher brought a dagger, and a large bowl, placing the two in front of the frightened girl.

The lithe girl sat back up, looking at the bowl and dagger. A chill ran down her spine. She knew what was expected of her. She knew it would not be a quick death. She knew there was no getting out of it. Her right hand reached out towards the dagger, grasping it tightly. With her left, she massaged her belly. Trying to find the perfect spot to thrust the dagger in, so as not to injure her intestines while disemboweling herself.

She found it, the place where the dagger would enter. Slowly bringing the dagger over, she looked up at her schoolmates, and her teachers one more time, as if she expected a reprieve. All she received were blank stares, and bored expressions. This was enough to push her over the edge. She lowered her eyes once more, and thrust the dagger into her belly with full force.

Laura, meanwhile, was quite enjoying the view. She always fancied Asami's belly, and now she would get to see her cut it open. Then, rather unexpectedly, Maya brought her finger to Laura's navel, thrusting it in, hard. The two looked at one another, and smiled. She was really going to enjoy this.

She let out a low grunt, as she felt the cold steel pierce her belly, cutting through the muscle, and fat. Her breathing grew more erratic, and her right hand trembled, shaking the dagger which caused even more discomfort. Her eyes now shut tight, she began to pull the dagger across. She could feel her skin tear, her muscles split, and her entrails push outwards as she reached the halfway mark, right below her navel.

The pain was unbearable, yet somehow she did not scream. Her lips bled from how hard she was biting down, yet it still did not distract her from the searing pain in her midsection. The dagger now started to grow heavy. Was it from the pain? The blood loss? She didn't know, nor did she care to find out. Gathering what strength she had left, she grabbed the dagger with her left hand, and tore open her stomach completely. The dagger now sat close to her right hip, a perfect horizontal cut.

From the spectators perspective, it looked almost as if her stomach had a mouth, with a sickening bloody red smile.

She pulled the dagger out. Her head hurt, her sight, blurry. Yet her ordeal was not over. She leaned far back, using her arms as supports. The headmaster then moved towards the girl, and knelt down beside her.

"You have done well, you have restored honor to yourself, and to our school," he whispered softly.

He then plunged his hand into her mutilated belly, grasping a handful of her guts. She barely managed to hold her scream, and her pose. The pain was horrid. Even worse, was the sickening feeling of having her guts torn out of her split belly.

Once the headmaster had pulled out enough of her intestines to fill the bowl placed in front of the girl, he took the dagger, and stabbed her right below her left breast, into her heart.

Asami felt a strange sensation as he stabbed her. It felt strangely pleasant, and cold. The pain started to fade, as did everything else. Her last thoughts, were of her family, and hoping that her suicide would restore their honor.

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I'll continue the story a bit later while I figure out how to deal with the other 3, and as stated previously, feedback would be greatly appreciated.

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Preview	Land of the rising sun, (f-self, m/f, f/f, gore, consensual) 2016/01/30(Sat)14:51:24 No.4434 [Report] AS ▶ - This is my first attempt at something remotely resembling a story, so my apologies if its not perfectly readable, or very fap-worthy. One of the reasons I wrote this is that the only other story that really 'clicked' with me was Madame Butterfly, and the lack of other stories based around seppuku. Anyway, rant over, hope you all enjoy the story, and please leave feedback, or any corrections, or just take the story and rework it if you want, I'm fine with anything really. - The chirping of birds, the sound of leaves gently rustling in the wind, the annoying buzz of an alarm clock. "Oh come on," Laura groaned. Eyes still shut, she flailed her arms in an attempt to silence the alarm clock, eventually managing to land a hit; setting it to snooze. It was 6:30 AM, and on a Monday to boot. Yet another boring, and long week of high school lay ahead of her. The only motivation she had left at this point was that it would all end soon - she was in her final year, after which she could get a job, maybe go university, or take a break from it all, and travel. "Just a few more weeks of this bullshit," she thought, slowly dragging herself out of bed. Laura moved towards the window, and opened the curtains. The gentle morning sun shone down through the window, irritating her sharp, green eyes. Despite the discomfort, the view from her window never failed to amaze her. Living in the outskirts of a small hilly town in Japan did have its advantages such as the gorgeous view and surprisingly friendly and welcoming inhabitants. Sadly, this was all overshadowed by numerous political and cultural factors. After suffering a crushing defeat in the Second World War, Japan went back to being a very isolated nation, only recently opening up to the rest of the world. In fact, the only foreigners to live here were the ones who stayed throughout the duration of the war, such as her grandparents. They used to tell her stories of how things were before the war, how much more relaxed everything was, and how Japan now, was really just a shadow of its former self. In short, the fall of the emperor did not lead Japan towards a modern form of government. Wealthy, and influential families saw this as an opportunity for a hostile takeover, and now form a fair, albeit ruthless ruling caste, following a more extreme form of Bushido. One, where even girls were expected to be ready to commit ritual suicide should they bring shame to themselves, their family, or their nation. Yet none of this bothered Laura, to her, the thought of disemboweling herself did seem unpleasant, however the way she was raised, and taught, it was preferable to living a life of shame and dishonor. Laura let out a long, drawn out yawn, as she stretched; her belly peeking out from under her shirt. Before long, she was ready to get dressed, eat breakfast and head off to school. "God, I hate the summer uniform, too damn skimpy," she mumbled, as she was dreading wearing the cropped sailor shirt, and short, hip-hugging skirt. While she may have hated wearing it, she did look stunning in it - the navy blue uniform contrasted beautifully with her long red hair. The uniform also showed off her assets quite well - her supple breasts looked at least a size bigger, and the skirt was just short enough for lucky passers-by to get a look at her gorgeously plump thighs. She gently stroked her belly as she slid the shirt on. Letting out a sigh, she moved her hand towards her navel, slowly sticking her middle finger into her oval belly hole. If there was one thing she liked about the uniform, it was the easy access to her, and her classmates belly's and navels. To an outsider, having such an outfit be a school uniform would appear quite shocking, however there is a clear purpose to all this. If a student is to fail, break school rules, or bring shame to the school, they are expected to commit public seppuku at the morning assembly, or in extreme cases, be held down, and disemboweled by a classmate to forcefully restore ones honor. "Laura! Breakfasts ready!" A familiar voice resounded. It was Laura's mom. "Coming!" Laura replied, pulling her finger out of her belly button, and making her way downstairs. - Laura walked into the assembly hall, looking for her classmates, or homeroom teacher. Eventually finding where her class was supposed to sit, she took a seat next to her girlfriend, Maya. They smiled at one another, as during assembly, talking was strictly prohibited, and neither one of them wanted to suffer the consequences of insubordination. Following a long-winded and generally pompous and annoying speech by the headmaster, 4 students who failed their mid-terms were called up to the podium. "These 4 students have brought shame to themselves, and to our school. They have failed not one, but all of their subjects in the mid-terms. I have personally informed their parents, and with their consent they are to commit seppuku before us. Let this be a lesson to those who shirk their duties so callously!" There was complete silence in the assembly hall. Everyone could have heard a pin drop. "My name is Asami Nakamura, I am in year 2, class 2A" One of the condemned stated, her voice trembling. She knelt down, tears in her eyes, and bowed down, as if praying for mercy and forgiveness. She would get none. Her homeroom teacher brought a dagger, and a large bowl, placing the two in front of the frightened girl. The lithe girl sat back up, looking at the bowl and dagger. A chill ran down her spine. She knew what was expected of her. She knew it would not be a quick death. She knew there was no getting out of it. Her right hand reached out towards the dagger, grasping it tightly. With her left, she massaged her belly. Trying to find the perfect spot to thrust the dagger in, so as not to injure her intestines while disemboweling herself. She found it, the place where the dagger would enter. Slowly bringing the dagger over, she looked up at her schoolmates, and her teachers one more time, as if she expected a reprieve. All she received were blank stares, and bored expressions. This was enough to push her over the edge. She lowered her eyes once more, and thrust the dagger into her belly with full force. Laura, meanwhile, was quite enjoying the view. She always fancied Asami's belly, and now she would get to see her cut it open. Then, rather unexpectedly, Maya brought her finger to Laura's navel, thrusting it in, hard. The two looked at one another, and smiled. She was really going to enjoy this. She let out a low grunt, as she felt the cold steel pierce her belly, cutting through the muscle, and fat. Her breathing grew more erratic, and her right hand trembled, shaking the dagger which caused even more discomfort. Her eyes now shut tight, she began to pull the dagger across. She could feel her skin tear, her muscles split, and her entrails push outwards as she reached the halfway mark, right below her navel. The pain was unbearable, yet somehow she did not scream. Her lips bled from how hard she was biting down, yet it still did not distract her from the searing pain in her midsection. The dagger now started to grow heavy. Was it from the pain? The blood loss? She didn't know, nor did she care to find out. Gathering what strength she had left, she grabbed the dagger with her left hand, and tore open her stomach completely. The dagger now sat close to her right hip, a perfect horizontal cut. From the spectators perspective, it looked almost as if her stomach had a mouth, with a sickening bloody red smile. She pulled the dagger out. Her head hurt, her sight, blurry. Yet her ordeal was not over. She leaned far back, using her arms as supports. The headmaster then moved towards the girl, and knelt down beside her. "You have done well, you have restored honor to yourself, and to our school," he whispered softly. He then plunged his hand into her mutilated belly, grasping a handful of her guts. She barely managed to hold her scream, and her pose. The pain was horrid. Even worse, was the sickening feeling of having her guts torn out of her split belly. Once the headmaster had pulled out enough of her intestines to fill the bowl placed in front of the girl, he took the dagger, and stabbed her right below her left breast, into her heart. Asami felt a strange sensation as he stabbed her. It felt strangely pleasant, and cold. The pain started to fade, as did everything else. Her last thoughts, were of her family, and hoping that her suicide would restore their honor. - I'll continue the story a bit later while I figure out how to deal with the other 3, and as stated previously, feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks
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