ALL I EVER WANTED 13 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST CHAPTER XIII The Dungeon Scene Later that day the studio rang to say we would be needed for an early start on Monday. The great scene in the torture chamber, supposedly in the cellar below Mr Anson's San Francisco mansion, would probably take all day to shoot. When we got up on the morning of the great day, I decided to forego our usual little exercise with the whip, and following treat together in bed. Somehow I persuaded Sammy we didn't have time. In fact, of course, I was longing for the deliciously cruel things that would be done to me on set, and did not want to take the edge off my appetite. Also, my professional pride demanded that I should enter that torture chamber in character, my body fresh and untouched by any prior masochistic experience. My job as an actress was to show the horror and pain of the whipping gradually giving way to pleasure and lust as my sexuality began to respond to hitherto unknown delights and to yearn for more. That would be easy enough. I also had, somehow, to show reluctance at the unexpected change taking place in me, resisting it until the perverted obsession overwhelmed me and I had no choice but to surrender joyfully to it, my cries for mercy ceasing as I began instead to beg my tormentors to whip me endlessly. In real life, as you know, my adoration of the whip and loving submission to its cruel bliss were total. So showing this initial reluctance would be quite a challenge to my acting ability, such as it was. But, Gods, how I was looking forward to it! Everything in the movie industry takes much longer than it has any business to. Sammy and I had very little to do in the costume department: we were to wear nothing but shoes, after all, and checking that they matched the ones we had worn at the end of the previous scene was really the continuity girl's job. But to me it was unthinkable to start any shoot without a gossip with dear Matsumoto-san, and I wanted Sammy to become her friend too. So we had a lovely hour together once the make-up girl had finished with us. I told her frankly about our life together and how we liked to tickle each other's arses in the morning - even though we hoped to have better things to do once we had settled down and got into the routine of bringing home pick-ups for the night. Sammy was a bit shocked at my telling Matsumoto-san all this so openly, but soon learnt to trust her as I did. All too soon the phone rang to tell us we were wanted on set. Arms lovingly round each other's waists, we wandered down to Studio Two. After days of innocent nudity in each other's company, we simply never thought of how we might look to outsiders. We realised our mistake only when we passed a trainee, in the sexy golden uniform worn by girls on guide duty, taking a couple of important visitors on a tour round the company. The visitors seemed overwhelmed at the sight of two genuine fuck-film actresses - one of them a _gaijin_ - happily nude on their way to the studio. That was something to tell their friends about! It took Sammy and me a moment to realise what was so exciting about our appearance. Then Sammy blushed prettily, while I just smiled and bowed politely as we walked past. Once we were round the corner we burst into giggles, and then kissed each other passionately. The big studio had been set up for a fairly standard torture chamber scene, the main difference from the usual lay-out being the staircase up one corner, which was supposed to lead to the mansion's main hallway. The Director was talking to Torao-san, the head cameraman, and there was the usual organised chaos as lights were being set and camera angles planned. Torao-san welcomed me with his normal courtesy as I greeted him and the Director. I then joined the other actors: the Ansons, Ted, Steve and Suzy the American girl playing one of the maids. The men were in dishevelled formal clothes, and the continuity girl was fussing around them trying to ensure that they looked as they had done towards the end of a rowdy party over a week ago on the other side of the Pacific. Her task was much easier with Mrs Anson and Suzy, since like Sammy and me they were naked. (I suppose there must have been a time when I would have found it embarrassing, or at least odd, to be standing around in nothing but high-heels in front of so many other people, but I honestly cannot remember what it felt like.) Even so, the girl was carefully checking our hair against a sheaf of stills taken on the location set, while the Americans chattered about the sightseeing visits to Nikko and Kyoto they had enjoyed while waiting for Marucho to be ready for them again. Suzy slipped her arm round my waist, rather too eagerly I thought. "And what have you two been doing while we were on the culture trail?" she asked. "Oh, setting up a new apartment together. And getting to know each other better." "Have you now?" She looked at me with an unpleasant leer on her face. "I did think there was something between you two. Ever since I saw you at it together in the orgy scene. That didn't look just like acting." "Well," I said with as much dignity as I could muster, "you know our company slogan: 'We Always Do It For Real'. Anyway, if Sammy and I are to live together for a while, it's just as well we _do_ get on well." "'We Always Do It For Real', eh? Well, you can count on me when we get to work with the whips. Are you good and ready?" "As hot as anything," I said, looking across at Sammy a little too lovingly. "Ah-hah!" she said, catching my gaze, "been practising together, have you? I wish you'd invited me, darling." "Sammy's my best friend," I said. "I can see that, dear. Have you taught her too?" "Did you find anyone you fancied on your trip?" I asked, refusing to be drawn into the intimacies of my relationship with Sammy. "Oh, yes!" she said eagerly, soon distracted. "There was a _delightful_ little chambermaid in the hotel at Nikko. She was as keen as anything once I'd managed to explain what I had in mind. Oh, she had a pretty body: smooth creamy skin, lovely round arse and tits, firm strong thighs from all that running around all day." "How nice for you," I said politely. "What I like about you Japanese girls," she continued, "is that you don't seem to have any inhibitions or guilt feelings. Of course you're shy and modest at first - which is tremendously arousing - and then you seem to be amused by the whole thing. And your sexuality is amazingly close to the surface: it only needs a little stroking and petting and you're crazy to have everything. 'Iku, iku!' she kept screaming. Does that mean 'I'm coming!'?" "Yes, that’s right." "I did wonder, because my phrase-book says 'iku' means 'to go'." "I hadn't thought of that before," I said, "but you know how we do everything backwards. You come in bed, we go. We pull things, you push them." "We wash in the bath, you wash outside it." "Our books and magazines start at the back." "I'd really like to come and live in this country for a while," she said, "and get to know it properly. A different little girl each night ... or boy ... what are Japanese boys like?" I shrugged. "Do they have any funny little habits I ought to know about?" I thought for a moment. "They like to come all over your face." "How do you mean?" "They pull out at the last moment," I explained, "and shoot their cum all over your cheeks and mouth." "Sounds fun." "They like a girl to make plenty of noise, and tell them how wonderful it is, and keep begging for more. And they tend to be a bit sadistic: they learn about sex from pornographic cartoon magazines where the girls are constantly being tied up and raped in the most original ways. But then, we Japanese girls are natural masochists, so we have a pretty good time together." "I'll bet you do." Her hands were lasciviously stroking my bottom: deprived of sex since last night, I could feel myself responding. "I'd give you a _lovely_ time, if only you'd let me. Kiss me." I smiled up at her, and because she liked me - and liked Japan - I stood on tiptoes in my high-heels and snuggled close to her long body as our lips met. Soon my hands were eagerly stroking her, as her tongue explored my mouth. She pulled her face away for a moment. "Iku, iku, darling?" she asked softly. "Oh, _yes_!" I murmured as her lips closed on mine again. "Now, girls, break it up," said the Director with a grin. "Action in three minutes." We all climbed up the staircase in one corner of the dungeon, went through the practical door and clustered together on the little platform on the other side. When we got the word we entered as if from the grand hallway above: Suzy and Mrs Anson holding me firmly by the arms, Sammy following indignantly, still protesting my innocence, then Steve, and finally Mr Anson and his friend Ted O'Malley bearing assorted whips from the collection in the study. It was assumed for plot purposes that our former landlord Mr Latymer, playing the part of a guest at the dinner-party, had passed out from excessive alcohol consumption. His performance at the orgy hardly rated the cost of flying him business-class from San Francisco to Tokyo and back. As I was dragged down to floor level and able to look around the big room, I began to register horror and amazement at the place where I found myself. There was so much to see it was a while before I could take it all in. There were chains hanging from the ceiling, of course, and whipping-frames fixed to the walls to which girls could be strapped for punishment; but the first and most prominent piece of equipment was a pair of stainless steel poles about a metre and a half apart, going right from floor to ceiling. Nearby stood a wooden structure rather like the horse children are taught to jump over in a school gymnasium. Against the walls between the whipping frames were tables loaded with equipment which I could not identify at once but which I was sure had been used to inflict wonderful - what on earth was I thinking? That came later - _unbearable_ pain on the poor girls who had been here for punishment before me. Despite being underground, the cellar was pleasantly warm and dry. There were some comfortable chairs which I didn't think I would be permitted to sit in. "Well, Ted," said Mr Anson, having settled into one of the chairs, "you're our special guest this evening and she's yours to do what you like with. Aren't you, my dear?" he suddenly said to me as I stood before him, his wife and Suzy still grasping me firmly by the arms. I was so petrified with terror I could not reply. "Answer me!" he said sharply. "Are you at our mercy or aren't you?" "Yes, sir," I managed to say at last. "That's better! How would you like her displayed for you?" he asked, turning to Ted again. "I rather fancy that stainless-steel arrangement you have there," said Mr O'Malley. "Do you, now? You always were a man for the high-tech. What do you think, Megumi? Would you like to be stretched between those poles when we whip you, or bent helpless over the horse?" I was speechless again. "Whatever you think best, sir," I finally managed to say. "That's a good girl." He smiled at me. The cruelty in his smile made me shiver with pleasure, but I somehow made it look like fear for the benefit of the camera. He turned back to Mr O'Malley. "We'll need cuffs for her wrists and ankles. Come over here." They went over to one of the tables with Steve to sort through the equipment lying there, and soon Suzy and Mrs Anson were clipping the stainless steel cuffs onto my otherwise naked body. There were strong metal D-rings on the cuffs. The two girls pulled me into the area between the tall bars fixed between floor and ceiling. Technicians bathed me in warm, bright light. Mr Anson and Mr O'Malley returned with a selection of chains in their hands. "Stand with you feet apart," Mr Anson ordered. I obeyed. "Are you comfortable like that?" asked Mr Anson. "Yes, this is fine," I said, after a few false starts. "Good. You will be there for quite a while. We want you to be comfortable, so that you can enjoy all the nice things we are going to do to you." I made my face show how horrified I was at the thought of what they were planning, and also at the suggestion that I might enjoy it. Megumi the sexually experienced young woman knew that she would, very much; but Megumi the innocent housemaid didn't - yet. My job as an actress was to show the transition from innocence to a new world of experience, and to show it gradually. That would be the difficult part: holding it back as long as I could. But I had no right to deprive my fans of the pretty sight of the naked housemaid writhing in helpless agony in her chains at the first touches of the whip; and I wanted to show them my slow apotheosis as clearly as possible. Then they would know what to do, and what reactions to look out for, when they had girls of their own to whip - I want every girl to enjoy it as much as I do, I suddenly thought sentimentally ...[8] Meanwhile the two men were kneeling before me, chaining my ankles firmly to the bases of the metal poles. Then they stood and linked my wrists to rings let into them near the top: they were designed to slide up and down in a special track. For the moment my arms were hanging loose. "Now, watch this, Ted," said Mr Anson, and began to pull on a rope which dangled down the outside of the pole to which my right hand was fixed, just as if he were slowly raising a flag. As he did so, my hand was pulled up the pole till my arm was stretched quite tight. He let go again, and the tension relaxed. "We'll do this together, so that her hands are the same height on both sides. Slowly, now, and remember the idea is to have her nice and taut - not so tight that it hurts her." Gradually they pulled my arms upwards till Mr Anson was satisfied, then tied the ropes firmly. I was now spread like a star between the poles. "You see, Ted, soon we will start to whip her. When we do that, we want her to appreciate what we are doing to her, and concentrate on the pain we are giving her. If we tie her too tightly she'll just be thinking about how uncomfortable she feels, and she won't enjoy the full effect." I stood there in silence, frozen in horror - and hoping my thrilled excitement would not show - or, if it did, would look to the audience like fear. Mr O'Malley was looking at me, obviously aroused by my naked helplessness. "One thing we have to decide," Mr Anson continued, "is whether to gag her, or blindfold her, or both." "What would be best?" asked Mr O'Malley when he realised his friend was deferring to him. "Well, it's for you to decide - she's your treat, after all. But if it were me I'd do neither. I like a girl to see what I'm about to do to her - the terrified look in her eyes is very arousing. And of course it's a shame not to hear her scream." He came over and stood behind me, reaching forward and gently fondling my breasts and cunt. Against my will I moaned with pleasure and let my head fall back onto his shoulder. "You enjoy that, don't you?" he said gently. "When _you_ do it to me, sir ... oh, _yes_ ..." I replied. "Just in case you're wondering, my sweet Megumi," he said, "this cellar is fully sound-proofed. You don't have to worry about some inconsiderate person coming to the rescue just when you're most enjoying yourself." "Are you going to make me scream, sir?" I asked anxiously. "Oh, yes, Megumi, you will scream," he replied, his fingers now dabbling delightfully in my wet cunt while with his other hand he pinched and twisted my nipples mercilessly. Acting my part, I did my best to conceal how close this skilful mixture of pain and pleasure was bringing me to orgasm. "You will scream," he repeated after a pause, "but not with pain. You see, this is the first time Mr O'Malley has ever whipped a girl - isn't it, Ted?" he addressed him across my shoulder, "and the first time Megumi has ever been whipped. And you see, Ted, there's nothing like that sweet moment when a girl who's new to it stops screaming for mercy and starts begging her Master to whip her even harder. That's the moment when she can't hide anymore from the truth about herself and her desires. I think when that special moment comes for her, our Megumi should be free to express her feelings without a gag. And of course we want to enjoy listening to her." "I see," said Mr O'Malley thoughtfully. "This is all new to me. I say," he added after a pause, "she looks incredibly sexy chained up like that - don't I get to fuck her?" "All in good time, Ted," said his friend, abandoning me and returning to his chair. "First you get to whip her. You start slowly and gently, and soon you'll be whipping her with all your strength, but with all your love too. And slowly she learns to worship you as her Master, and to thank you for everything you do to her. Then when she's good and ready you can fuck her, and she'll respond like no girl you ever had in your life before. Can you imagine how red-hot her arse will be when at last you enter it? But you have to whip her a _lot_. I've sometimes had to whip a girl for hours before she breaks down and confesses how much she adores it." "I see," said Mr O'Malley again. Then he asked, "How often do you do this?" "Oh, once a week or so," said Mr Anson airily. "When your honeymoon is over you must find some way of bringing your bride in for training. But, you know, I like whipping Japanese girls best of all. They're so submissive and shy - then when they come, they come like nothing you've ever felt before. And when you've finished, they beg you so sweetly to do it all over again." The two men moved behind me, and suddenly I felt Mr Anson's hands rest lightly on my waist, and then push me gently to and fro. "You see, she's not held completely motionless," I heard him explain. "She can't get away from us, of course, but she can move a bit. In fact, one of the ways you can tell she's started to enjoy what we do to her is when you see her straining backwards into the whip. Now let's choose the little toys we'll use on her. At her present stage of training she's still frightened of them, of course, and it'll be lovely to see her face when we show them to her." Suddenly I heard Sammy's voice, determined and indignant. "Mr Anson, I keep telling you, Megumi is innocent! She didn't do anything to those books of yours! You have no right to punish her for what she didn't do!" "Young lady, I know perfectly well she's innocent." "Then why ..." "Because it's so much more fun to whip an innocent girl." "But that's ..." "If I hear one more word out of you, you will be punished even more severely than she will be. In fact now that I think of it, I've got a really nice punishment for you already. Come round the front here, where she can see us." I saw him pull Sammy roughly to where the two of them were within my range of vision, Mr O'Malley following them eagerly. "See this?" Oh, _no_, I thought, not the cat-o'-nine-tails with the sweet little metal points! Sammy - the real Sammy, that is - had begun to enjoy her first lessons in whipping, but she was a long way from learning to relish anything as cruel as that. I would adore it, of course, though the Gods only knew how long it would take the sensitive skin of my bottom and thighs to recover from it. Don't do it! I silently begged Mr Anson, you will only spoil everything I've done and turn her off these special pleasures for ever. But he had something much more subtle in mind. "Take this whip," he said to her sternly, "and use it on your friend's arse till I tell you to stop. That will teach you to question my authority! And if I think you're not whipping her hard enough, I promise I'll use it on _you_ in a way you will never forget." "But I can't!" "But you will!" he replied. But you must! I thought silently. Oh, please, Sammy darling ... do it for me ... At last I heard from behind me the erotic rustling of the cat's tails as Sammy swished the whip shyly from side to side, the gentle tinkling of the little points of metal set in the lashes driving me wild with desire. I could almost see Sammy grit her teeth and force herself to swing the cat against my skin. Ah! that was so lovely! And again, and again, with ever growing confidence. If only I could let her know how much I was enjoying it, and how much I wanted my little darling to whip me with all her strength. But I could give her no hint: Megumi the character I was playing still had to show shock and horror at what was happening to her. And Megumi the experienced actress could only admire the skill with which the Director had planned this little scene: the sight of Sammy plying the vicious cat on my defenceless, chained nudity would be wonderfully arousing in the finished video, but because she could not be expected to do it with a man's strength the actual damage to my delicate skin would be slight. "All right! Out of the way!" I heard Mr Anson say roughly to Sammy from behind me. I heard, rather than saw, Steve take charge of her. I forgot about Sammy in the sudden thrill of the whistle of a real whip, followed at once by its burning embrace round my hips. This was so much more satisfying than Sammy's amateurish efforts with the cat. Gasping with pain and excitement, I looked down just in time to see the long, black, plaited lash curl lovingly round me before releasing me, falling briefly to the floor, and then being hefted ready for the next stroke. Again and again the whip hissed viciously round me, delighting me with its cruel sweetness. I could tell that Mr Anson was getting firmly into his stride: I could now look forward to many minutes of steady whipping, the lash working its way millimetre by millimetre up to my waist then down my bottom and thighs. As it did so, I knew the pleasure I felt was already rising to a pitch where I could no longer act the innocent. It was time for the little housemaid I was acting to come face to face with the truth about her own sexuality. I lifted my head and allowed my screams to become increasingly joyful and orgasmic. As any girl who has experienced it will know, when you are being whipped by a partner who really understands how to give pleasure, there comes a point when you enter a private paradise of your own where time, and the counting of strokes, mean nothing. So I cannot say how long my bliss lasted, before I became aware that the glorious stimulation had ended and I was gradually slipping back into dreary reality. I could feel only the stinging of my arse and the cramps in my arms and legs. I let my head fall and closed my eyes, trying to recapture the earlier bliss. Suddenly I felt my chin being lifted. "So, how are you enjoying your punishment, little one?" I opened my eyes to see Mr Anson standing before me, grinning as he used the whip-handle to force me to look at him. "Oh ..." I said, fighting for enough self-possession to speak, "If only I'd known ... I never guessed what it would feel like ... oh, thank you, sir ... oh, why didn't you teach me before?" "I wanted to, sweetheart, I wanted to. But this is the moment I most enjoy: when a girl accepts the truth about herself, and recognises that she is addicted to pain. I like to take my time." "Oh, that was unkind of you, sir," I said with tears in my eyes. "I could have had all those weeks of happiness ..." "Well, you've discovered the great secret now, anyway. Didn't any of your girlfriends tell you what it was like?" "No ... oh, I wish they had ... oh, _please_ whip me again, sir, please ... it was so lovely." "I can see that," he said. Suddenly I felt his hand exploring between my open legs. I became aware that juice had been dripping stickily down my thighs from my cunt. "You _have_ been enjoying yourself, haven't you? But what a pity to leave your poor cunt so frustrated!" I groaned with lust as his fingers pressed into my soaking, unresisting pussy. After a moment they withdrew, and instead I felt myself penetrated by something wonderfully big and firm. Looking down, I saw that in a single movement he had thrust the handle of his whip deep inside me. I could tell from the way it felt against my pussy that it was not smooth but deeply ridged to provide a firm grip for his hand. My cunt seized it greedily and held it tight. "That's better, isn't it?" he asked. I was too close to orgasm to reply. The walls of my cunt were already pulsating against the sculptured grip of the handle. A corner of my mind was groping for some memory: had I not experienced something like this, only recently? Yes! the wonderful man who had forced me to play a pony a few evenings ago had pleasured me with a ridged whip-handle like this. But that had been in my arse, and the long multiple lashes of the cat had formed the pony's bushy tail ... I felt Mr Anson lift the long, flexible, plaited leather lash and draw it along my stomach and up between my breasts, finally knotting it loosely round my neck. The upward movement pulled one of the hard ridges on the handle firmly against my clitoris. I could feel the first waves of climax begin to mount from my gasping pussy. "Oh, thank you!" I gasped, before it was too late. "Quick, Ted!" I heard him say, "get started! She's about to come." Before I could try to understand what that meant, the sharp strokes of a birch began to bite lusciously into my already tender and well stimulated arse. The searing pain, the intensely pleasurable penetration of the whip-handle still thrust deep into me, and a sudden vision of myself suspended nude and helpless from my straps and chains - all combined to tip me over into the most glorious climax. I sobbed and screamed with satisfied lust, begging only that this happiness should last for ever. When I came back to reality I found Mr and Mrs Anson freeing my wrists and ankles from the metal poles. I stood for a while, my arms loose by my sides, while they examined me. I wondered what they had in mind to do to me next. "Did you enjoy that, my dear?" asked Mr Anson. "Oh, _yes_ sir! Thank you sir, very much," I said. "Just step forward a little, will you?" I walked a couple of steps away from the metal poles to which I had been tied, the studio lights following me. "Bring me those stretchers, will you?" said Mr Anson to Suzy. "And the set of chains beside them. Oh, thank you. Now, Ted, watch this. My dear, we are just going to fix these to your wrists and ankles, so as to keep your arms and legs nicely apart for us." The equipment Suzy had handed him included two silver metal bars a little less than a metre long. Big dog-lead clips were firmly fixed to each end. Under Mr Anson's direction, Mr O'Malley clipped one bar to the rings in my steel wrist-cuffs. My arms still hung loosely in front of me, but were now held apart. "Just move your feet apart a little, will you, my dear? Thank you," said Mr Anson as he did the same to my ankle-cuffs with the second bar. My position was comfortable enough for the moment, but I knew that would not last. Mr Anson loosened something on the wall, and a chain descended from the ceiling above my head, lowering a big hook such as you see on a crane. It stopped when it was at the level of my knees. The other item Suzy had brought Mr Anson was a set of four chains joined in the middle and with another dog-lead clip at each tip. Carefully checking which chain went where - they were obviously not of equal length - Mr Anson fixed them to my four cuffs. "I think we're ready now," he said. "You girls know what to do?" "Yes," said Suzy and his wife, as they took up position just behind me. Mr Anson returned to the apparatus on the wall, and a motor slowly raised the hook again. As it began to move, Mr O'Malley quickly slipped over it the central ring binding my four chains together. The hook rose and slowly pulled my arms upwards. Suddenly I realised that the same thing was happening to my ankles. I began to lose my balance in my high-heeled shoes! Soon I would fall - surely they did not intend that I should damage the delicate, sensitive skin of my bottom on the concrete floor? "Don't worry - we've got you! Trust us," said Mrs Anson's voice in my ear. Gratefully I let myself relax into her and Suzy's strong but gentle arms as the rising chains inexorably pulled my feet off the floor. They did not have to hold me for long: only till the hook was at the right height to keep me in mid-air. The different lengths of the four chains ensured that I was not suspended in a lying position: it was more like sitting in a reclining chair. When my bottom was about sixty centimetres off the floor - my hands high in the air, my feet a little lower, my head back and my long hair almost, but not quite, touching the floor - the motor stopped. The whipping was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Normally it is my arse and the backs of my legs which receive the maximum sensation, but with me suspended as I was Mr O'Malley was able to use his cat with most effect on the fronts of my thighs, the lashes also striking my pussy and lower stomach. Mr Anson stood on my other side and concentrated on whipping my breasts, using an irregular, occasional stroke which contrasted exquisitely with the regularity of Mr O'Malley’s beat. Steve and Sammy were now within my line of vision. She was leaning against him and wriggling her arse against his cock as he stroked her breasts and dabbled his fingers in her pussy, their pleasure in each other obviously enhanced by the sadistic scene they were watching. There was no point in even trying to act the ingenue now. The innocent Megumi of the story now knew, as the real Megumi had done for years, that there was no pleasure to equal this pain. Screaming, begging her tormentors to whip her harder, she rocked to and fro in her chains, wishing only that the ecstasy would last for ever. Too soon it came to an end - by a refinement of torture, before I had been able to reach my climax. Mr Anson ignored me as I implored him to continue. "Now, Ted," he said, "you asked earlier when you could fuck her - what about now?" His friend needed no guidance on what to do. He quickly removed his shirt and trousers, ducked under the stretcher bar holding my ankles apart, and standing between my legs thrust his erect cock straight into my dripping cunt, which Mr Anson's skill had placed for him, suspended in the air, at exactly the right height. I felt my interrupted orgasm begin to gather again. As he thrust against me, and I against him as best I could, I began to sway in my chains: he needed only to stand there and let my cunt slide helplessly up and down his cock - Mr Anson making sure I did not swing too far away from it. His long-pent lust for me, and my shamelessly helpless position suspended in mid-air, made him come quickly, but I was ready for him and we climaxed gloriously together. Then I felt myself being lowered to the floor, loving arms supporting me again till I could stand upright. "Did you enjoy that?" asked Mr Anson softly. I could only gaze at him, hoping that I was somehow conveying my gratitude. "What would you like us to do to you now?" Somehow I found my voice. There was only one possible answer. "Please ... the other way round?" I managed to croak. "Yes, that would be nice. But we need some more equipment for that. Suzy," he said to her as she stood behind me, "bring me two broad belts and the other set of four chains." The spreader between my wrists was removed for a moment, then replaced with my arms this time behind me. A black leather belt was buckled tightly round my waist, and another under my arms above my breasts. The sets of chains were now being fixed to me behind my back, but I could guess that this time I was to be hung from eight points: wrists and ankles as before, but also from each of two strong rings in the belts which had been buckled round me. Soon I was again suspended in the air, but now in a sort of swallow-dive, my arms stretched taut above my head, my arse provocatively the highest part of my body and my legs held wide open by the stretcher attached to my ankles. Mr Anson came round to where I could see him. "Now, my dear," he said, "since you have become quite an expert in the last few hours, you may choose what you would like next. See, I have the pretty cat here for you, and here is another good friend of sexy girls: the long, plaited leather whip. But don't forget this one: he isn't as long or beautiful as the others, but I think he knows how to please you ... doesn’t he?" In front of my eyes he was bending to and fro a thin, flexible birch. "Am I really permitted to choose?" I asked, afraid there might be a trick. "Of course, my dear." "Then, please ... let it be the birch. Oh ... hard, please, and slow ... hurt me - hurt me ... make me scream." "Certainly, my dear. An excellent choice." He smiled. "You will certainly scream. The pain will be intense." "Not pain, sir. Pleasure. I shall scream with pleasure." "And we shall all share your pleasure." I hung there, helpless, waiting. Suddenly the cane shrieked down onto my defenceless arse. I screamed with delight. Already I could feel my next orgasm building. Mr Anson was not caning me with the exquisite timing and placing of my master Mr Otani, but it was near enough! Oh, not even in Paradise could there be such bliss! Brave, darling Sammy was too inexperienced to understand that what I was feeling was the greatest happiness a girl can know. I was suddenly jerked out of it by a commotion behind me. The cane's loving attention to my arse stopped. "How dare you treat her like this!" "God, the little bitch! Get her off me, someone!" Then Suzy and Mrs Anson together: "Don't worry, sir, we've got her!" They dragged Sammy round to where I could see her, still struggling, eyes blazing, in her pointless attempt to protect me. Don't, Sammy, I begged her silently, you'll only encourage them to do things to you you're not yet ready to enjoy. And I did so want to teach you myself ... "Well, now," said Mr Anson, "I think it's time we had a little fun with this one, too. Don't you, Ted? Or are you saving what's left of your cum for your pretty bride tomorrow night?" Mr O'Malley ignored the last question. "Why don't I tie her over the horse there, and give her a real caning before I fuck her sweet arse?" he suggested. I saw Sammy stiffen: her rosebud was still virgin and, while she was looking forward to being inducted into the delights of anal sex, we had both hoped to find a careful lover who would introduce her gently. The assault Mr O'Malley had in mind would be thrilling for an experienced girl like me but was too advanced for Sammy. Fortunately Mr Anson had other ideas. Steve and his wife held Sammy tight while Suzy fitted her with steel wrist-cuffs. Meanwhile the other two men lowered me to the ground again and freed me from the chains and belts. Mr Anson allowed me a few moments to massage my stiff calves and thighs. "Ready for more?" he asked. I looked at him, my eyes glowing with excitement, and nodded. Then the girls pushed Sammy into my arms and we held each other close. "Are you all right, Megumi?" she asked anxiously. "Oh, yes, darling! It's been lovely for me. And how brave you've been!" "What ... what do you think they will do to me?" "I can guess," I said quietly, "and you mustn't worry because I think it's going to be very wonderful. Just think of the fun we have had together recently. This will be even better. You will enjoy it so much." "Will I? Really?" she begged me, tears in her beautiful grey-green eyes. "Oh, yes, darling. Really. Trust me." Then they brought the leather straps and chains again, and we were bound firmly together, first just below the arms, then under the breasts, and finally round our waists. As they tightened the bonds we wriggled against each other, till breast met breast, and black and gold pubic hair mingled, recalling our pretty morning love-making on my bed, the early sun streaming through the open curtains. The chain was lowered again from the ceiling, our wrists were bound to its hook, and raised till we were standing on tiptoes in our high-heeled shoes. In this position there was no risk of our toppling over, and further bonds were strapped tightly round our thighs and ankles. Now we were one body, one flesh, one happiness. I tilted my head a little and kissed Sammy on the lips. She responded passionately. "Oh, Sammy, I love you so." "I love you too, Megumi." "I'm so glad we are doing this together." "It's wonderful to be with you." They began. Knowing that the real Sammy was not yet accustomed to the sizzling pleasures of the plaited leather whip, they used the cat-o'-nine-tails - but they used five of them, standing in a circle round us flailing our united bodies in turn so that the cats' wayward lashes danced and twirled over us ceaselessly. Sammy began to let out little cries of pleasure and excitement, and we pressed our bodies and mouths ever more closely together, seeking complete union in the intense delight of the endless pain we were sharing. How long it lasted neither of us could tell: I think Sammy was close to fainting with pleasure when at last they stopped. For a long while they left us hanging there under the lights, incoherently whimpering our thanks and our love for each other. Then at last they freed our bonds, and separated us, and took their own pleasure. Our cunts were dripping with frustrated desire, and the men's cocks entered us without any need for preparation. Mr Anson came quickly in me, and before he could lose his erection I twisted over onto my front, pulling my knees up under me to give him the fullest access, and begged him to fuck my anus too. Soon Steve, his cock dripping with a mixture of his own cum and Sammy's sweet love-juice, joined us and lay where my lips could comfortably tease him to another orgasm, while Mr O'Malley washed my cunt with yet more cum to add to that left by his friend. At last, dribbling cum from all three of my holes, I lay contented and watched the others, two by two, bring Sammy to ecstatic climax after climax. All I ever wanted, I thought to myself, was this bliss. Oh Gods, oh Goddess of the Sun who understands so well your daughters' desires, what had I ever done to deserve such happiness? And the answer came: you deserve it because you share it with others - with your friends and your lovers, and with your audience. That is what we made you to do. Work hard, trust us, we will look after you, and make you happy. [Next in Part 14: Chapter XIV: Educating Emi] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams