ALL I EVER WANTED 05 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST CHAPTER V A Nice Old-Fashioned Orgy I felt fresh and happy after a good night's sleep as I prepared for shooting on the last day of location filming. Under Matsumoto-san's critical eye I dressed in my housemaid's uniform for the scene. To give the viewer of the finished product a little variety, it was different from the uniform I had worn for my scene with Mr Anson: it was still the traditional maid's black dress with high neck and little sleeves, but it was made from a shiny plasticised material; and although the pretty skirt - tiny enough to show the lower curves of my bottom - was wide it did not stand out from my hips with a mass of petticoats. In accordance with my master's instructions in the scene we had filmed in his study, I was of course now naked under the skirt. It felt nice. The make-up girl had tut-tutted about the faint remaining whip marks on my bottom and had pretended to be annoyed with me, using a little no 5 to restore its usual ivory perfection. Today's big scene was to be the orgy at the stag dinner given by Mr Anson for his college friend Ted, who in the film's plot was due to be married the following day. How he was to do justice to his bride after the night's excesses I had no idea, but that was not my business - either in the story or in real life. The best man, Steve, was also to be a guest: traditionally, I had been told, after a Western wedding the best man gets to screw the chief bridesmaid, who was also I thought likely to be disappointed by the time we girls had finished with him. The fourth member of the party was to be our landlord, whose terms for making the mansion available to Marucho at an affordable price included a part in the orgy scene and a fuck on camera with me. His participation had led to interminable script conferences and re-choreographing of the orgy. I don't know why, but four-plus-four is always much more difficult to organise neatly on these occasions than three-plus-three. None of these problems was on my mind as I came singing happily to myself down the mansion's grand staircase to join the other three identically dressed housemaids in the main hall. The first was the tall American girl, Suzy, looking at me as usual with a leering expression I did not much like. Second was Mrs Anson: in a scene which had not involved me, she had begged her husband to allow her to be one of the delicacies on display at the dinner. I did not immediately recognise the third girl, but as I reached the bottom of the stairs I was astonished to see that it was the slender blonde beauty I had found so intriguing at Saks the day before. She moved quickly towards me and took both my hands in hers. "You're Megumi Kato, aren't you?" she asked eagerly. "I thought it was you yesterday, but I wasn't sure. I'm Samantha West. Everyone calls me Sammy." I was so startled to see her as a fellow actress that I could hardly say anything. It didn't seem to matter: Sammy went on talking. As I later came to know well, Sammy was a "toucher", one of those people who find it difficult to talk to others without impulsively touching and stroking them. It is a charming habit - so long as it is not misunderstood at times when you don't plan on its being misunderstood! She slipped her arm girlishly round my waist. "I'm so happy to meet you, and to be working with you! I've just loved everything of yours I've seen." "You've seen my videos?" I asked, puzzled and a little embarrassed. "I wouldn't have thought they were the kind of thing ..." "Oh yes! My father told me I must watch them all! He's your greatest fan." Suddenly I realised Mr Otani had joined us. I had something to say to him before I forgot it in the rush of the day's activity. "Thank you so much for your lovely present. It's beautiful. And so thoughtful of you," I said, as I reached up to kiss him. When I was sure Sammy could not hear, I whispered to him, "Now you've got a really serious rival. I had a wonderful night - fully wired up." He smiled, and kissed me back. "Trust you!" he said privately. Then louder, "I'm glad you've already got to know my daughter. I hope you'll be good friends." I looked in astonishment between the two of them. "Sammy? But ..." "I know what you're thinking," he said. "Everyone wonders. But her mother was fair, and so was mine, so you see, she's only a quarter Japanese, and for once the West seems to have won." "All I ever got from him," said Sammy, "is this silly little short nose." She said it without thinking: it was obviously something she often said. She was suddenly horror-struck at having said it in front of me, and took me impulsively by the arm. "Of course it looks lovely on you," she apologised, "but just _look_ at a Japanese nose on _my_ face ..." She pouted with mock indignation in a way which, I guess she knew very well, made her face even prettier. Before I could explain what I really meant by my surprise, the door of the study opened and the Director was calling for me. As I hurried to join him, I looked briefly back at Sammy, standing beside Mr Otani. In a way I had been right about heels: her slender graceful body and, especially, her beautiful long legs looked even more sensational in the narrow-mesh black fishnet stockings and high-heeled black shoes of her housemaid uniform. I had a short scene to film with Mr Anson and Ted, the bridegroom and guest of honour. It was supposed to take place in the morning a day or so earlier, when the two of them were planning the event, so the study curtains were open to the daylight and the two men were sitting in casual clothes. All I had to do was stand on top of a pair of library steps and dust Mr Anson's precious books while they talked. In the story I wasn't supposed to know what they were talking about, so I paid no attention; but had I been able to see them Ted's lecherous glances up at my naked bottom under my little skirt would have made clear, even to the innocent Megumi of the story, what was on his mind. Suddenly I heard Mr Anson call me. I turned on my narrow perch to face him and his friend, keeping my balance with difficulty. "Megumi, this is Mr Ted O'Malley. You will be personally responsible for looking after him at our dinner-party." Ted leered at me. I sketched a curtsey as best I could in my present position. His obvious lust was beginning to excite me. "Good morning, sir." "Megumi hasn't been with us long," Mr Anson explained. "She's from Japan. Have you ever ... er, known ... a Japanese girl, Ted?" "No, but I'm looking forward to getting to know Megumi." I blushed prettily. "Thank you, sir." "Megumi is very good at her work," Mr Anson continued. "She looks after the things in my study very nicely. But she's a bit frightened of the things I keep in the showcases." He waved at the collection of whips and other instruments of punishment. "Aren't you, my dear?" "Oh, yes, sir," I said breathlessly, "I can't imagine what a nice gentleman like you wants with such cruel things." "Perhaps one day you'll understand - and learn to like them better." "Yes, sir," I said doubtfully. "I'll teach you." "Thank you, sir. I would like that," I said obediently, without thinking what I meant by it. He smiled, then turned back to his friend. Dismissed for the moment, I returned to my earlier occupation, innocently displaying my naked bottom as I stood on tiptoes to reach the highest books. Fragments of conversation reached me from behind. "Love to have her ... just look at that pretty arse ... I'm longing to ..." "Innocent ... frightened ... much more fun ..." "Imagine her tied up ... begging for mercy ..." "I'll show you how." I paid no attention. The Director was satisfied with just a few takes, after which we did the usual close-ups: Ted's lecherous expression (richly comic, I must say, on its own), my bottom and legs as I stretched against the tall bookcase with my feather duster. Then I was free again to rejoin the others in the hall. The technicians were busily setting the scene there and in the dining-room for the carefully planned party. Sammy slipped her arm through mine as I came up to her. "You know, Sammy," I said, "when I was surprised that you were Mr Otani's daughter, it wasn't because you don't look very Japanese. It was because I wondered why you were here at all. Have you done much of this sort of thing?" "Well, not actually before a camera," said Sammy confidentially. "At least, not professionally. But I've been to a lot of parties ... you know, the sort of party where the girls take their clothes off and have fun ... and I've done a bit of group sex. So I expect I'll manage. And you'll help me, won't you, Megumi?" "Of course I will. I'll be glad to, really." Impulsively, she leant forward and kissed me. "There's only one thing I've not yet done: I've never had anything ... you know, behind." "Well," I said, remembering how much I had liked it when someone said it to me, "that's a pleasure in store for some lucky man." By now she was hugging me close. "And for me, too?" "Oh, yes!" I assured her. "It's like losing your first virginity. When you're ready for it, you'll know, and it's wonderful." She smiled, and gave me another of her sudden kisses. "But was this - taking part in the movie, I mean - your father's idea?" "No, no, of course not!" she replied gaily. "But when I heard he had to find a fourth girl for the orgy in a hurry, because there was going to be a fourth man, I just begged and begged to be allowed to join in till he couldn't say no. It'll be such fun! Especially with you." She looked at me admiringly. It was nice, but worrying at the same time. Then I remembered that Mr Otani and I were, in a way, like father and daughter. In a way, that is, that didn't make our wonderful sexual relationship wrong. Which meant that Sammy and I were, also in a way, sisters. Before I could pursue the thought any further, the Director announced that he was ready to start shooting. Mr Anson and we four housemaids stood in the hall to receive the guests: Ted the bridegroom, Steve the best man, and Mr Latymer the mansion's owner who had been worked into the plot as one of Ted's old college friends. We served drinks while they said their lines to each other, reminding the audience who they were and joking about the wedding the next day. The camera picked out each of us maids in turn, showing our smiling faces as we held our drink trays, then panning downwards to show our beautiful long legs in their high-heels and fishnet stockings, then peeping up our tiny skirts to give the viewer a tantalising glimpse - no more - of our pretty naked pussies. Occasionally the men chatted with us girls and we responded politely when they hinted at the fun they would have with us later in the evening. After a while we ushered the guests into the dining-room, where an oval table had been set for them and Mr Anson as host. Then one camera and sound-team followed us as we left for the kitchen, recording our giggles and laughter as we helped each other out of our uniforms. We took off our black uniform shoes and helped each other into pretty silver evening sandals with very high slender heels, strapping them tightly to each other's feet and ankles. Fully naked now, we made a grand entrance back into the dining-room, taking tiny steps in our precarious heels and carrying plates, dishes of food and bottles of wine. We served the four men attentively and were, naturally, a great success in our provocative nudity. Then we took up our positions, I close to the right side of Mr Ted O'Malley's chair. Soon his hand was gently caressing my arse and finding its way between my legs. As he tentatively stroked the damp petals of my pussy, I began to work his fingers into my willing cunt, discreetly bending my knees and wriggling my bottom as I had done days ago for Mr Anson, making it plain that I longed for him to take me. "Oh, sir," I said breathlessly, "you're hardly eating anything. Is there anything else I can do for you?" "Yes, Megumi, there is. This is my last moment of freedom before I get married tomorrow. Fuck me." "Of _course_, sir!" I said eagerly. "That's what I'm here for! I want to so much - I've been _longing_ for you to ask! Where would you like to start: with my cunt, my arse or my mouth? I'm sorry I have only my three poor holes to offer you, but I beg you to use them. They are all at your service tonight, as often as you wish. Please teach me how to please you best." The poor man was almost overwhelmed by this generous offer, expressed with a girlish Japanese modesty he had never experienced before, and just managed to stammer out that he would like to start by using my mouth. I at once knelt beside him on the carpet, the camera following me down, while he swung his chair round to face me and undid his trousers. Glancing around the table before getting down to work, I saw that the others were also occupied: Mr Anson had Sammy astride his lap and was preparing to enter her cunt, Mrs Anson was on her knees like me, and Suzy's hands were trying to coax some life out of the landlord's sexual equipment which seemed however to be suffering from terminal nervousness. Ted's cock was vigorous enough to please any girl, and I began to look forward to our promised later encounters, but I delayed the pleasure of taking it into my mouth. Instead I lifted it out of the way and, with the tip of my tongue, traced the folds between his balls and his thighs - first on one side, then on the other. He groaned with pleasure. "Is that nice, sir?" I asked innocently. "God, yes - Megumi, you're wonderful!" "Thank you sir," I said submissively. "There's nothing I enjoy more than sucking a gentleman's cock - except of course all the other things I can do to him, and he can do to me!" I licked him delicately a little more, then lifted my face and pointed his beautiful erection towards my lips. The lens and microphone were very close to me now, as the cameraman caught every detail of our encounter. As always, the presence of an audience stimulated me delightfully. I wondered briefly how Mr O'Malley felt, but I guessed he was too aroused to notice - or to care if he did. "Please fuck my face, sir," I begged him submissively. "That would be so lovely for me. I want to drink your cum." Without waiting for an answer, I took the head of his cock between my lips. For a moment I hesitated, postponing his and my pleasure, then took him deep into my mouth in one slow movement. As the head of his cock touched the back of my throat, I took a light breath then lowered my tongue out of the way and gulped down his erection as deep as it could go. My tongue flickered round the base while the upper part of his cock was now held tight by my pulsating throat muscles. My hands tickled and stroked his heavy balls while I looked up at his face, eager to see if I was pleasing him. As I felt him reach his climax, I pulled away a little - still holding him firmly in my mouth but just enough to give myself the pleasure of tasting his rich cum on my tongue rather than letting him spurt deep into my throat. When he had finished coming I opened my mouth briefly so the camera could record the thick cream spread over my tongue and dribbling slightly from my lips. Then, dreamily and luxuriously, I swallowed it. After I had licked him clean and thanked him prettily for the pleasure he had given me, I returned to my standing position beside my partner's chair. Suzy, despairing of hers, summoned me over to her side of the table. Willing enough, and knowing that this was an agreed part of the evening's scenario, I joined her on one of the couches placed in readiness around the walls of the room. As I lay on my back she eagerly settled her hips over my face so that I could eat her pussy. This was the start of something I knew she had been looking forward to. I suppose I should have been flattered by her eagerness, but I did not find her large, protruding pussy or brown arse-hole attractive - nor, to be honest, were they as clean as a Japanese girl's would have been. But I loyally licked and sucked while she wriggled and moaned, her cunt-juice blending tastily in my mouth with the remains of Mr O'Malley's cum - both of us doing it for real as Marucho's company philosophy required. Suddenly something lovely began to happen. I could tell from the movement of the couch that someone had joined us, lying between my widespread legs, and though Suzy's body prevented my seeing who it was, I could feel how a neat little tongue had started gently but insistently probing my pussy. It was a beautiful feeling, not least because whoever it was was trying to give me pleasure rather than take advantage of me. But who could it be? Was Ted O'Malley already trying to repay me for the vigorous sucking I had given him? Suddenly Suzy's body shifted and between her legs I saw a neat golden head pressed between my thighs. It was Sammy. "Out of the way, Sammy! This is my fuck," said Suzy coarsely as she reached for a double-dildo - two thick plastic penises joined together at the balls - from the nearby sideboard. Sammy scrambled up onto the couch and knelt beside me, my arm round her waist as I murmured thanks for her delicate attention to my needs. The cameras were watching Suzy as she lasciviously fed one end of the enormous dildo into her loose cunt. Her juice was dripping from it as she at last got it right in and showed herself off, the other huge plastic penis rising incongruously from between her thighs. "Now, my insatiable little Japanese darling," she said as she returned to stand at the foot of my couch, "try this for size!" I knew my cue and, however little I relished the idea, I sat up and held out my arms to her. Thanks to Sammy my cunt was well lubricated and I took her as if she were a man, moaning with delight and begging her to fuck me harder as we rolled around the couch together. Sammy wriggled quickly out of the way and let Mr Anson take her in his arms, gently stroking her tits and crotch as they stood and watched the show. I must say Suzy played the man's part well, and made me come several times with the heavy ridged plastic before we settled into a steady rhythm which had us both gasping and squealing with pleasure. There was applause at last as, both of us having climbed down from our simultaneous climaxes, she withdrew the dripping dildo first from my cunt and then from her own and held it up high like a trophy. "My turn now!" said a high voice. I had completely forgotten about Mr Latymer and the special clause in his contract with Marucho. For once I warmed to Suzy as she gave me a sympathetic grimace over his shoulder before moving away out of camera range. Well, he did have an erection of a sort. And I did manage, with gentle fondling and by telling him how wonderful he was, to get him to keep it long enough to enter me, and to convince him that the reason it soon afterwards collapsed was that he had come like a man. And I broke Marucho's rules by trying to look as if I had enjoyed the process. Heaven only knew what the editing department would make of the result. I suspected Torao-san's collection of stock shots would come into its own again. I was now free to leave the set for a few moments to wash and freshen up. There was just time for a rapid shower, after which the make-up girl did some quick repair-work to my hair, face and bottom. On my return I paused for a moment in front of the long mirror placed just out of sight from the set, examining my naked body critically as I prepared to step back in front of the cameras. Suddenly I saw that Sammy was standing close behind me. She put her hands lightly on my waist and rested her cheek against mine, smiling at me in the glass. Lesbian contacts have never played an important role in my sensuality. I have screwed other girls in front of the camera often enough, of course; and a few times in private, but it has never done much for me. My idol Miss Mie Takahashi, before she married and left Japan, invited me into her bed occasionally, but I know that what I felt was worship and gratitude rather than sexual pleasure. For real satisfaction I need the penetration of cunt, arse or throat which only a lover's cock can offer. The stroking, petting and mutual masturbation, which are all girls can usually do for each other, normally do not satisfy me, sweet though they can be. Normally, I repeat. What I was beginning to feel for Sammy was not normal. After the dubious pleasure of my on-set encounter with Suzy, I could hardly stop myself giving way to my longing for Sammy's wholesome unspoilt beauty. Girls can touch each other innocently a lot more than men can - and as I have mentioned, Sammy was a natural toucher. With the right partner, the innocence ends before you quite know it. It can be a most beautiful moment when hands start to wander more than they should, and the narrow boundary between girlish affection and sexual passion blurs and dissolves. Even though we were both naked apart from our high-heeled shoes, Sammy's hands on my waist had been innocent enough. But they had no business to be gently stroking my breasts, which was what they were now doing. I closed my eyes and leant back towards her, moving my arse gently against her crotch. One of her hands began to stroke my stomach, wandering slowly downwards till her fingers could play lightly with the curls of my cunt-hair. I moaned with pleasure and opened my eyes again. But this was no moment for personal delights. Through the door to the dining-room I could see the Director making angry gestures at us both. She followed my glance, and we ran quickly back onto the set together. This time it was I who had my arm round her waist. I could understand the Director's annoyance: the orgy was running out of steam in our absence. Suzy, with a false but fixed smile on her face, was trying to stimulate our landlord into further action. Mrs Anson was sprawled across Steve's lap, with that far-away look of wonder on her face which is often a sign that a girl secretly has a man's cock tightly embedded in her arse. But there wasn't a lot of movement. Mr Anson cheered and jumped to his feet as we came in. "Now, Ted, here's your chance! Megumi's all yours! I'll take the little blonde." But Ted had other ideas, for the moment. "Why don't we watch the two of them screw first? You can see how hot they are for each other. Then they'll be good and ready for a real man's fuck." I hardly needed to be told twice, and Sammy was clearly delighted. I lay on my back so that we could continue where we had left off earlier when Suzy had interrupted us. Again I felt Sammy's questing, cat-like tongue neatly exploring my pussy, making it drip juice which she lapped up with obvious pleasure. I put my hands on her golden head, pressing it between my ivory thighs as I had done with her father's dildo last night. She responded eagerly; then swung her body round till we were in a 69 position with me underneath. I wrapped my arms tightly round her slim hips and twisted slightly to one side, pulling up my feet and bending my knees so that I could lift us both off the couch. I felt her arms slide round me too, and hug me to her as her tongue stayed buried deep in my cunt. Now it was my dark head pressed into her golden crotch, probing among the soft blonde hair - so much more delicate than my black, wiry curls! - for the lips of her sweet, girlish pussy. I kissed them lovingly, then penetrated her as deeply as my tongue would go. I felt rather than heard her gasp with pleasure, and lifted my hips higher off the couch, rocking us both to and fro as the cameras dispassionately probed and recorded our delight in each other. I withdrew my tongue from her cunt and instead teased her clitoris, which was poking its cute little nose from the upper corner of her slit. This time her gasp of pleasure was clearly audible from my end, and soon she was doing the same for me. I withdrew again, sliding my tongue all the way along her crack till I found her shy rosebud. I moved my hands onto her arse-cheeks, holding them firmly apart and allowing no coy nonsense as I rimmed her little hole, folding my tongue into a point and insisting on being allowed entrance. The thrill of this new experience made her forget what she was supposed to be doing to me: she lifted her head and babbled incoherently towards one of the cameras, begging me to stop ... not to stop ... to enter her fully ... Mr Anson and Ted could restrain themselves no longer. Together they lifted Sammy off me. Mr Anson took her over to a sofa and made her sit astride his erection, her cries of joy as he penetrated her pussy even greater than those my tongue had been able to conjure from her. I felt a momentary pang of jealousy; but almost at once Ted was kneeling between my legs preparing to enter my cunt, his big cock replacing Sammy's little tongue. Its deep strokes began to satisfy me in a way her simple probings could not do, and soon I was begging him to take me harder, deeper ... But he had other ideas: as soon as his cock was fully coated with a mixture of my cunt-juice and Sammy's sweet saliva he ordered me to turn over and open my arse for him. Once again I felt the wonderful tightness of a cock thrusting its way slowly, irresistibly into my smallest and narrowest hole. Transfixed by pain, light and joy I received a man into the very centre of my being. As I lifted my head from the couch, gasping out my rapture, I became aware of another cock dangling in front of my unfocussed eyes. It could only be Steve, now tired of Mrs Anson and miraculously still erect. Blissfully I opened my mouth for him. Lying on the couch with Ted's hands gripping my thighs and pulling my arse firmly onto his crotch, I had no freedom of movement: I could not draw Steve into me, only accept him as he thrust deeply through me. I was just able to anticipate his entry into my throat, moving the base of my tongue out of the way and relaxing my muscles as the beautiful firm tube of flesh snaked its way down towards my stomach. Oh, if only the two could meet inside me! I thought absurdly, one thrusting wetly down from above, the other burrowing like a snake of fire up from my arse! At last hot sperm spurted deep into me from both ends, as if the two cocks were indeed trying to join as I had dreamt. The two men softened and slid out of me. I turned onto one side and lay gasping on the couch, feeling as satisfied and replete with cum as a girl ever felt. Suddenly I heard a harsh voice calling, "Megumi! Will you come here a moment please?" It was Mr Anson, my master. "Ted, you’d better come too." == Wondering whether my master had some exciting new sexual experience in mind for me, I stood up from the couch and moved towards the door to the hall. Mrs Anson, reasserting her position as mistress of the household, moved towards me. Conscious of how untidy I must look after my passionate encounters with Sammy, Ted and Steve, I asked her, "May I wash first, do you think?" She looked at me. "Yes, I think you'd better," she said coldly. She called across the hallway to her husband. "She needs to clean herself up first. I'll bring her over in a moment." "Well, hurry it up then," I heard him reply, still in the strangely harsh tone in which he had summoned me. Mrs Anson accompanied me towards the shower-room. Suzy, with an instinct for trouble in the making, took my other arm. Mr Latymer, Ted and Steve stood aside with Sammy, uncertain what to do next. Alone at last, I washed myself carefully, adjusted my make-up and brushed my hair so that it flowed down my back in a single wave. Looking at myself carefully in the mirror, I teased my nipples into full erection; then fluffed up my carefully trimmed curls of pubic hair. They were not as pretty as Sammy's little golden fleece but they could be made to look quite nice, and I wanted to be as desirable as possible when presenting myself before my master for whatever new sexual game he had in mind. Perhaps he was already taking the whips and other instruments out of their cases and lining them up in readiness for me. I could feel my nipples erecting themselves yet further, hoping not to be overlooked in whatever delightful stimulation my master had in mind. My body tingling and my heart beating fast with excited expectation, I was marched through the dining-room and hall and into the study by my two companions. Sammy and Steve followed close behind me; Mr Latymer had now disappeared somewhere and Ted had already joined Mr Anson in the study, lying there sprawled in an armchair. There was something wrong about the way the study looked, but Mr Anson forced me to look only at him. He was holding a long, flexible riding-whip in his right hand and was slapping it gently against his leg. I had no time to think about the implications but something inside me knew instinctively what he might have in mind for me and I began to shiver in delighted anticipation. "Megumi, are you responsible for this?" He pointed with his whip towards one of the bookcases, and I could see what was wrong. A whole shelf of the books I had dusted so carefully lay tumbled on the floor. "Oh, no sir!" I exclaimed. "You were the last person to touch them. I saw you. So did Mr O'Malley - didn't you, Ted?" The prospective bridegroom nodded. He looked my naked body up and down with a lustful smile on his face. I reminded myself that the Megumi in the story as yet knew nothing of the delights of the whip, and worked myself back into her character. She began to realise what was in store for her. She had made herself so pretty and desirable: was it only to excite their cruelty? "But sir," I begged, "you saw me put the books back neatly on the shelves. I always do! Honestly sir, I didn't do it!" Mr Anson turned to his wife. "Has anyone else been in here since the room was last cleaned?" "No," she said curtly. "Then it can only have been you, Megumi. You surely remember that I told you how you would be punished if you disturbed my things." "Sir, I didn't!" I began to weep. "Mr Anson, I'm sure she didn't!" said Sammy indignantly. "Silence, young lady, or I shall have the pleasure of whipping your pretty arse too!" He turned to Ted. "We'd better restrain her, don't you think? Here!" With his left hand he picked up a heavy pair of handcuffs and tossed them to his friend, who caught them with a metallic clunk. Ted pulled himself out of the armchair and sauntered over to me. I tentatively held out my wrists for the cuffs, but to my surprise he moved behind me. Suddenly I felt my elbows pulled sharply together and the cuffs clicked onto my upper arms, holding them painfully behind my back. The position forced my shoulders back and made my breasts jut proudly forwards. Ted remained where he was behind me, one hand now stroking my bottom and the other delicately stimulating my cunt. My juices began to flow as his fingers gently probed into my pussy and caressed my clitoris, while with a finger of the other hand he lightly tickled my arsehole. The beautiful combination of pain, helplessness and pleasure overwhelmed me, filling me with such acute spasms of joy that I could hardly concentrate on the scene I was supposed to be playing. Mr Anson was addressing me again. "Now you know why I keep this little collection." He crossed to the display cabinets, already open (I had been right about that), put down the whip he was holding and started to take out the other horrifying contents: whips of many kinds, a cat-o'-nine-tails, canes, even the terrible cat with cruel metal points glinting among the soft leather lashes. "Nice little ticklers for the pretty arses of naughty girls," he said with a disagreeable smile. Still stroking me, Ted moved me forward into a position where I could see the instruments clearly. I gazed at them, too appalled even to go on defending myself. As the Megumi of the story, I was of course supposed to be paralysed with horror at the prospect of the torment in store for me. But that Megumi also had to be conscious of a shameful and inadmissible excitement beginning to stir inside her reluctant self. The real Megumi could supply that complexity easily enough. My master ran one of the flexible lashes gently through his fingers. "Megumi, you will now be whipped for what you have done," he said. "For you it will be a horrible, endless torment. For us, punishing you will be the most wonderful pleasure. As our guest of honour this evening, Mr O'Malley here will be the first to apply the whip to your pretty bottom; but we shall take it in turns and I promise you we do not tire easily. Do you understand?" I was too horrified to say anything. He advanced towards me threateningly. "I said, do you understand?" I could only gaze at him in silence. "If you defy me, I warn you, every second of disobedience will cost you an hour of torment under the whip. Do you understand? I am counting the seconds, starting now." I decided a delay of three seconds would be about right. Then I croaked, "Yes, sir." "Good. Now, I always like to allow a girl to choose the whips she most longs to have used on her. Have you any preferences, my dear?" He put down the lash he was holding and chose another, showing it to me coaxingly. "You see how closely plaited this whip is? Can you imagine how it will feel snaking tightly round your hips? Or this narrow cane? Look how firm it seems to be, yet it can be made to bend. See how it will flex to fit round the curves of your pretty bottom each time it kisses it." He made the cane sing through the air a couple of times before putting it aside. "And this!" The delightful metal points buried in the cat's lashes tinkled musically as he demonstrated them. "Imagine the lashes and these little prickles striking you together! What an exquisite blending of two kinds of pain! Poor, dear Megumi - you've never known such delight. Aren't you longing for it?" The real Megumi was, of course, desperately; and the Megumi in the story was beginning to feel a horrified fascination for what was in store for her. Before it could overwhelm her ... me ... I found my voice again. "But sir, I'm innocent! Please believe me!" I implored him. Ted handed me over to Mrs Anson and Suzy, who moved into position on either side of me. "Be quiet, you silly girl," said Mrs Anson. "You're going to be punished, so get used to the idea." "Yes," said Suzy from my other side, "don't worry, I'll see they whip you _really_ hard. You'll feel it, darling, I promise you." Her hand strayed down to my arse and stroked it longingly, as if eager to begin. I burst into tears. My two guards, Mrs Anson and Suzy, enthusiastically dragged me across the hall to the door of the cellar stairs, Steve and Sammy following. Behind us, Mr Anson and Ted grinned at each other, took each an armful of instruments of punishment, and prepared to join the rest of the party. "Cut!" said the Director. "Stay where you are please, everyone." He conferred with the camera and sound crews. An assistant released my arms from the handcuffs. At last we were called together and told the main shoot was satisfactory. Then the continuity girl joined the huddle with her list of suggested close-ups and reaction shots. There was as usual an hour or so of tedious work to do before the Director could announce that location shooting on the movie was complete, and that we would resume work in the Tokyo studios in a week or so - beginning, he hoped, with the grand climax, my punishment in the cellar. There was a round of spontaneous applause, and we all drifted away: the technicians to pack up their equipment, the actors to wash, dress and gossip, and all of us to think about the evening's wrap party. [Next in Part 06: Chapter VI: The Wrap Party] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams