UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 10 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 04: UNFINISHED AFFAIRS BY BOB WILLIAMS ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, CHIYOKO, HANAKO, SAMMY, HIROKO, NATSUKO, SACHI, MAKI, YUKI AND AYAKO PART 10 CHAPTER X A Birthday Party One girl leads to another, especially in Japan ... Thanks to Natsuko and her Rock-Hard Club I got to know Sachi. The special thing about Sachi is that she is completely unsentimental. She is devoted to sex, and her only interest in men is that they have the equipment to give her the constant satisfaction she needs. So I knew exactly what she would want for her birthday. It was Sachi's sixteenth birthday, and we were giving her a special party to celebrate. I expect you remember I'd met Sachi at one of the after-class sex sessions Natsuko and her friends ran at her school gymnasium. Natsuko had challenged me to take the test they had devised for men wanting to join their "Rock-Hard Club" as they called it - a whole hour of keeping my erection while the girls did everything they could to make me come before the time was up - and little Sachi was the one who had almost made me fail. Since then I'd seen a lot of Sachi. I couldn't get enough of her delicious little body and wonderfully inventive sexual tastes. Of course I was still having sex with Natsuko: I was very fond of her and it was through her that I had access to her friends and the sessions in their gym. But Natsuko's home-life was restricted and I could have her to myself only at week-ends. For some reason - I didn't ask - Sachi had much more freedom to be out with friends in the evenings. At first we spent our dates alone together, exploring each other's lusts. Sachi always said she loved sucking cock best of all: but it had been her sweet bottom, and the rippling muscles of her tight anus, which had nearly made me lose control at our first meeting. So our sex was always "no holes barred". That applied to me too: Sachi's clever little fingers were everywhere. It was a remarkable experience to meet a girl so young and already so insatiable and wanton in her sexual desires. A man really couldn't ask for more. Fortunately, Sachi and Natsuko were still good friends, despite knowing that they were sharing me, and I'm pretty sure it was Natsuko who told Sachi she should ask me to take her to sex-parties. A man who can bring an enthusiastic uninhibited Japanese date along to share with his friends gets plenty of invitations to Tokyo sex-parties, and Natsuko and I were regulars on Saturday evenings. But I was happy, and proud, to go to parties any evening of the week with a nearly naked Sachi excitedly giggling and squirming at my side. She didn't possess the sort of clothes appropriate for sex-parties: her idea of initiating sex was simply to get nude immediately and flirt with the man she wanted. It worked all right: but maybe she needed to be taught more sophisticated techniques? So I took her to shops in Asakusa where the tarts and bar-girls buy their outfits. A girl-friend who worked in a sex-club had shown me some of her favourite shops, and Sachi was soon kitted out with plenty of deliciously provocative mini-dresses and matching high-heeled shoes. I explained that she would need a big stock because girls' clothes often got lost at the sort of parties I planned to take her to ... I can still remember the thrilled look on her face as she took in what that meant. I taught her how to wear her new clothes - and take them off - provocatively, and how to teeter delightfully on high spike heels. She was a quick learner. "Please can we start going to parties _now_?" she begged. "Soon," I said. "You understand you'll be expected to fuck any man who wants you?" "Of _course_!" "With everyone watching?" "Oh, _yes_! I'm _so_ looking forward to that! I'm going to be the sexiest sixteen-year-old girl in Japan!" "I'm sure you are. But until you _are_ sixteen you're not supposed to be going to parties at all. Not that sort of party." "Really? But why not?" "Well, the law is a bit old-fashioned about that kind of thing. Some people might think you're a bit young to be fucked. In public, anyway." "I always say I'm sixteen. Most men find it very stimulating. Sometimes they ask, 'Are you _really_ sixteen?' and then I pretend to misunderstand and whisper, 'Well, not _really_: not for quite a while yet - but you don't mind, do you?' and then they do, ohh, the most _wonderful_ things to me!" "I'm sure they do. _I_ would. But will you promise me not to be so open about it?" "I'll try. But I don't understand why. What's _wrong_ with a girl being fucked as soon as she's old enough to enjoy it?" "I don't understand either." "I think I'll always _pretend_ to be too young to be fucked, even when I'm not. I love teasing men." "I know you do." "They fuck me even better when I've teased them first." Sachi's sex-party debut was, of course, a huge success. On my advice she wore a tight little silver dress cut low to reveal her pretty young breasts, and silver sandals with the highest spike heels she could manage. Under her dress she wore - just to start with! - little silver bikini panties held up by bows on her hips. Once eager hands had helped her out of the dress she paraded round the room before slowly untying the bows and charmingly giving the panties, as a souvenir, to the man she had chosen as her first lover of the evening. Normally that would have been me: a man gets to be the first to fuck his own date. But I wanted to see Sachi choosing her own lovers and being passed from one to the next. It was a good decision. When at last I had my turn with her, she was deliriously happy and thanked me enthusiastically with all her holes for giving her such a lovely evening. Then I took her home, naked under her short coat, and fucked her all over again. She kept her promise and never told anyone her real age. Not in words at least. But she had a special way of looking shy and innocent which made a new lover believe what she wanted him to believe, and of course that added to her popularity. Men were enchanted by her youthful beauty, and fascinated to have a girl who was so young and - after the initial play-acting - was so whole-heartedly devoted to every kind of fucking. She was tireless and inventive, begging her partners to take her in any hole they wanted and suggesting new positions. Girls who have once discovered the pleasure of sex and nudity in front of an audience soon become helplessly addicted to it, and Sachi was no exception. But her discretion about her age meant that it fell to me to tell a group of her regular partners that her birthday was approaching. Obviously we wanted to give her a special surprise party; and it didn't take long for us all to agree that what she would like best of all was a party where she was the only girl, to be shared by sixteen of her favourite lovers. But as plans for the party progressed, we thought it would be fun to prepare a few surprises for her as well. One of us had a friend from college who worked for a specialised equipment manufacturer and exporter in Yokohama, and he arranged for their sales promotion department to lend us some very sophisticated pieces of machinery ... Fortunately the party host had a spare room big enough, and we set up the equipment there so Sachi couldn't see it when she arrived, and wouldn't know what was in store for her till it was too late to escape. Not that she would want to: I at least was sure of that. But first Sachi was invited to lie on her back on a short padded platform, raised to a convenient height for the rest of us. It reached from her shoulders to a little way down her bottom: her head hung over one end so that a cock entering her mouth had a straight passage right down her throat, and at the other her slightly opened thighs offered an enticing view of her pussy. Her pretty feet just touched the floor, in tight silver shoes I had bought for her as a birthday present from a sex shop specialising in fetish outfits. Rather than her usual open high-heeled sandals, which enabled her lovers to enjoy sucking and licking - and sometimes coming over - her sweet little painted toes, these were fetish shoes with closed fronts designed to support a girl forced onto her highest tiptoes by the six-inch stiletto heels. Sachi had been crazy to have them when I showed them to her in the "private" room of the shop, and had insisted on my buying a size smaller than she usually wore. That would make her feet look even tinier, she insisted, and the constriction would feel lovely. I looked to the motherly woman who presided over the stock for support in urging her to be sensible, but she just smiled benevolently and said, "The young lady has good taste - she knows what will look nice on her, and feel nice." "You're beginning to enjoy pain, aren't you?" I had said as, to the accompaniment of delighted "oohs!" and "aahs!" I bound the pretty shoes to her feet with long silver laces and prepared to finish off with tight bows biting into her ankles and calves. "Oh, _yes_!" she breathed. "I am! Yes, I _am_!" Just as well, I thought privately, knowing the surprises that had been prepared for her at the party. "But that's not _nearly_ tight enough," she continued. I won't pretend I didn't enjoy starting again, pulling the laces even tighter as I squeezed her feet into the shoes. Glancing up her skirt at her wet pussy - she was wearing no underwear, of course - I could see that the constriction was already making her come. At last she stood up, with some difficulty. She refused my help as she practised walking, taking tiny steps on the tips of her toes. Six-inch heels are difficult enough for a big Western girl to manage: Sachi's little feet were hardly more than six inches from heel to toe, and the shoes were forcing her almost into a ballet-dancer's "points" position. "Oh, that feels good!" "Don't they hurt?" "Oh, yes! It's _beautiful_! I _love_ them! But even better is feeling so helpless. I couldn't escape even if I wanted to." She stopped in front of the big mirror. "Don't I look _pretty_!" she gasped. Indeed she did. She turned quickly - too quickly - to enjoy the view from the side, and I caught her just in time. We were both eager to fuck, but somehow managed to keep our appetites in check. Now it was time for her to dress. As usual, she wore her favourite colour: silver. She fitted a broad metal band round her neck. On her arms she wore long, tightly-fitting sleeves - like long evening gloves cut off at the wrists and held in place only by little loops round the middle fingers. This arrangement left her hands free to stroke and caress whatever needed stroking and caressing, while maintaining the erotic charge of long gloves on a nearly nude girl. Round her hips she wore tiny panties: just a provocative, nearly transparent silver triangle fitting snugly over the pretty black fuzz which was all the hair she had, and held up by bows. They were Sachi's favourite style, and she bought them by the dozen: they never stayed on her long at parties and were rarely returned by the lovers who had the pleasure of removing them.[9] All that was just the preparation for the birthday party. Now she was there, charmingly arranged on her little table. She had been thrilled to discover that at this special party in her honour she was to be the only girl, and would be pleasured just as she wanted by exactly sixteen of us men. Our host, the owner of the apartment where the party was being held, was standing by her head, his hugely erect cock ready to enter her willing mouth and throat. As her regular date, I had the privilege of being the first to enjoy her sweet pussy - its panties already removed by a man who was savouring the musky aroma soaked into the scrap of cloth - and I was on my knees ready to start. Gradually I parted her willing thighs, and slowly stroked her hairless labia with my fingertips. She wriggled, but said nothing: her mouth was already filled with the first few inches of our host's enormous cock. Soon, I knew, she would swallow it smoothly down her throat, a trick I had made her practise again and again till I could offer a perfectly trained teenaged cock-sucker for my friends to use. It was time for me to equal the pleasure of their love-making. I moved my head forward and began to lap the thick, tasty juice oozing from her pussy. I could live on this stuff, I thought, just as Sachi always said she could live on cum. One day I must find out if pussy-juice is as nutritious as cum ... I entered her further and was rewarded with more delicious liquid. The pleasure was making her wriggle again, and I had to hold her hips and bottom firmly with both hands. I could hear the man at her other end groaning as she licked him with her tongue and massaged him with her throat muscles. I wished she was doing it to me - well, she would be soon enough. Meanwhile it was time to increase the flow of Sachi's nectar. I moved my mouth a little higher up, and with the tip of my tongue dug deeply into the tight little folds of flesh. Yes, there it was: the tiny hard button I so loved to love. How pretty it would look decorated, I thought as I so often did: a sweet little clit ring to enchant her lovers and keep her permanently on the edge of orgasm. I wanted so much to see Sachi beautified like that, and she wanted it too: but believed there was no way of keeping it secret from interfering doctors, teachers and parents. So instead I sucked and nibbled, while she poured thick nectar into my mouth. She was wriggling and squirming now almost beyond my power to hold her, so I lifted her thighs over my shoulders. Knowing what I liked best, she pressed them tight against my head and drummed lightly against my back with the sharp heels of her bondage shoes. Oh Sachi, you angel, I thought, how I love the way you find out my secrets just as I probe into yours! Next time I'm buying you clothes, my darling, I must get you a pair of high lace-up boots with tall spike heels. How you will enjoy being laced tightly into them, and how I'll enjoy sucking and fucking you as you wear them! I moved my mouth down again a little way, and clamped it close over Sachi's pussy as I milked her hard. She was bouncing away from me in her excitement: at the head end, the second or perhaps even third man was now plugged into her mouth and throat. I pressed her thighs. Taking the hint, she closed them and locked her ankles firmly over my back, imprisoning me in the tight knot behind my neck. Oh, Sachi, how I love being your sex slave just as you love being mine! I sucked hard on her pussy, pulling it almost inside out in my eagerness. Her nectar was coming thick and fast; but there was a new flavour to enjoy as well. Something warm, lighter, lemony squirted for a moment into my mouth. I suddenly realised that in her excitement she was losing control of her bladder. With one hand I pressed hard on the lower part of her stomach. All restraint vanished and she pissed fully, gloriously into my mouth as I vigorously swallowed her warm, fragrant fluid. When at last it was over - for the moment - I thanked her by slowly inserting a finger, well moistened with pee and pussy-juice, deeply into her arsehole. The rippling of her muscles along its length showed me how much she enjoyed it. My cock couldn't wait any longer. At parties where there are more girls I sometimes ask one to lie on the floor and suck my cock and balls while I go on pleasuring another with my mouth, but that wouldn't be possible tonight. I pulled Sachi's thighs away from my back and stood up. She knew what was coming and opened her legs wide. My cock entered her soaking pussy in a single thrust. I could hear gurgles of pleasure from her mouth, forcing their way past the lover who was fucking her there, the extra vibration causing him to come sooner than he intended. I came quickly too, knowing she would be pleased and flattered at my inability to hold back longer in my first fuck of the evening. All the men except me had now fucked her mouth, and as I leant over her I could see the translucent gobbets of cum prettily decorating her face and breasts. I withdrew from her dripping pussy, and the others stood back for me as I moved round to her head. My cock was still hard, and I saw her smile at it upside-down as it approached her mouth. It was glistening with a mixture of my cum and her own pussy-juice and piss, and she received it happily, testing its flavour with her cat-like tongue. Then the head was past the back of her mouth and half-way down her throat. With the little pointed nails of one hand she began to prickle my balls in the way she knew I could never resist. As I rocked to and fro in her throat, and enjoyed the sensuous tickling of her well-trained tongue, I found I was having to hold back despite this being my second fuck in quick succession. Sachi does things like that to me - and to all the other men she fucks, I think. She was now holding my hips with both hands and pulling me hard into her; suddenly a slim pointed finger began to enter my anus. It went deep: wriggling, tickling and delicately scratching. Sachi had learnt too many of my secrets and knew very well that I could never resist such treatment. With a shout of joy and triumph I came, having just enough control to pull out of her throat so that she could receive my load in her mouth and enjoy its flavour before slowly swallowing it. I collapsed onto the floor, fully spent for the moment. I could see now that, while I had been engaged with Sachi's mouth and throat, the others had been taking turns to enjoy her cunt. It was full now, and the mixture of cum and juice was pouring down the crack in her arse and dripping onto the floor. If we'd thought to invite a couple of other girls to act as Sachi's slaves and attendants, it occurred to me, we could have ordered one to lie on the floor with her mouth open and receive the stream. I could think of several girls who loved doing things like that. While I lay on the floor waiting till all sixteen of us had enjoyed Sachi at both ends, I started sketching out the choreography of sex-scenes with Sachi as the centre-piece. Now she was sixteen she was old enough to be offered to sex-clubs, always on the look-out for fresh young performers, and the fashion was for elaborate tableaux and groups to titillate the audience's appetite. I would start by taking her to a strip-show where they had "amateur nights" and see how she got on. The thought of Sachi nude on stage, enthusiastically giving herself to an audience of strangers, made my balls itch and my cock begin to harden again. After thirty-two fucks, sixteen at each end, Sachi was ready for a short pause. Her lovers helped her off her little table and I supported her as she tip-toed to the bathroom. There she wiped her breasts and face clean of all the cum that had spurted over them, and washed out her pussy. Fresh, clean and sweet-smelling she returned to the living-room with her sexy, teetering walk. "What are you going to do to me next?" she asked, in the shy, little-girl voice she knew drove men wild with lust. "You want more?" asked our host, pretending to be surprised. "Oh, _yes_!" said Sachi. "_Please_! That was only the beginning ... wasn't it?" Our host opened the door into the next room, and she entered, taking tiny steps but walking by herself, willingly accepting whatever was in store for her. Once she had taken everything in, she turned and held out her arms to us all. "Oh, thank you, _thank you_!" she said, gasping with excitement. "Tell me what to do! Oh, do it to me!" One of the two machines we had set up for her was a simple whipping-frame, but the metallic sheen of the poles and the glittering chains and restraints dangling from them gave it a sophisticatedly erotic look. The other was more complex. It was a sort of chair, the high back comfortably padded and the arms equipped with straps, but with the seat replaced by a thick triangular metal bar. Wires and other equipment could just be seen hanging underneath. It was a new variant on the "pony", an instrument invented centuries ago: the girl sits astride a triangular bar, the upper edge pressing delightfully against her cunt and her own weight holding her firmly onto it while it twists and turns and vibrates. Sachi had never seen a pony before; but she was already guessing at the pleasures this new model held in store. Most sexually active girls dream of being strapped helplessly for hours into fucking-machines, and the more explicit _manga_ cartoon magazines have imaginative pictures of such equipment and of girls ecstatically submitting to them, their juices cascading down the sides of the bar. We tenderly placed Sachi on the narrow seat, leaning comfortably against the padded back. Her arms in their shining silver sleeves were firmly strapped to the horizontal supports and to the back. She could wriggle her cunt and anus against the triangular support, but her upper body was immoveable. At first her feet were on the floor, but then the whole machine was raised till her legs were dangling freely. Metal cuffs were locked round her ankles, and chained to the base of the chair: now the more the machine was raised the more tightly she would be pressed against the bar on which she was sitting. "Ooh, that's lovely!" she said as we experimented. "Please keep it like that!" The next thing, of course, was to try out the different speeds and types of vibration of which the bar was capable. We all had fun with that, teasing Sachi by turning the machine on and off while she begged for more. Her juices were already flowing, which was a sign she was ready for the next stage. Behind where she was sitting, and invisible to her, the bar had two angled holes. As it continued to vibrate, it moved slowly forward until the holes were exactly positioned under her cunt and anus. Two wriggling fingers of ribbed metal rose through the holes and entered Sachi's helpless body. "Oh, wonderful! Oh, deeper - deeper! Don't stop," she begged. So of course we didn't. The bar and the two dildos were set to vibrate, and deliver occasional jolts of electricity, on a random pattern, while Sachi squirmed and wriggled and begged for more. So we gave her more. After all, it was her birthday. Hanging down the back of the chair, where she could not see them, were two beautiful metal nipple-clamps. There are many different styles of nipple-clamp and most experienced girls have their favourites. Sachi had never worn clamps before. I hung them in front of Sachi's face so she could understand what was in store for her. This model consisted of hinged rings, little metal sleeves which would fit neatly over the hard, erect nipples of Sachi's firm immature breasts, the two halves then being slowly screwed together with exquisitely agonising tightness - and they too delivered tingling electric shocks as well as steady pain. She was beyond speech by now, but her joy was plain to see. "Tighter?" I whispered softly in her ear as I applied them. She nodded; and kept on nodding. I felt I had never loved and admired Sachi so much. She was already way beyond me in sexual sophistication and capacity to enjoy the pain-pleasure complex. Just one thing remained to be done before the full torture sequence could begin. Another metal clip was hanging by its electric wire from the beam of the pony. I probed Sachi's pussy delicately just above the point where she was impaled on the big metal cock, and soon found the little button I had been kissing and loving only minutes before. Without warning her, I fitted the tight serrated edges of the clip firmly. She let out a gasp of delight. Standing again, I leant forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. Then I whispered, "We're ready to start the torture now, darling. You can't stop it and you can't escape. You've never felt anything like this before in your life. It will overwhelm you with pain and excitement. How long do you want it to last?" She swallowed hard, and fixed her eyes on mine. "All night," she said hoarsely. "Oh, for _ever_!" "I love you, Sachi," I said, and stood back. The host pulled the switch, and the machine began to vibrate, gradually increasing in power and adding electric stimulation as it moved up to maximum operation. Sachi screamed with joy and begged inarticulately for more. Our host handed me the elaborate control panel. I decided to leave most of the controls on "maximum: random", but identified the sliders regulating the electric charge to the clips grasping her love-button and nipples. I switched them to "constant" and moved the sliders to about half power. I knelt beside Sachi. "Happy, darling?" I whispered. "Oh, _yes_!" she gasped. "But more, more!" I showed her the control, and let her watch as I gradually moved the slider controlling the shocks to her love-button to the maximum. "Happy?" I murmured again, but she was speechless with delirious joy. The sight of Sachi wriggling and squirming in the clutches of her tireless mechanical lover, trying to impale herself ever more deeply on the churning metal probes in her cunt and arse, was more than the rest of us could stand. We lowered the padded back of the chair and took turns to straddle her face while she caressed our excited cocks with her tongue and lips: her position made it awkward to enter deep into her throat, but none of us complained about her technique. Once we had all taken our turn at decorating Sachi's pretty face with our cum, we sat and watched her writhing in her endless orgasm. It was obvious she could go on indefinitely. "Why don't we all go away and leave her?" one guest suggested. "Then we could come back tomorrow - or the next day - and see how she's getting on?" It was a lovely idea, and I knew Sachi would like nothing better than being treated like that and left to the mercy of her tireless mechanical lover, but privately I was worried about getting her home that night. "That would be fun, and she would _adore_ it," I said; "but don't we all want to whip her before we're finished?" "Oh, yes!" he said. The others picked up the idea and moved excitedly to the whipping-frame. I took the control panel and bent over Sachi as I slowly turned down the machine's vibration and electric shock sequences. She looked up at me anxiously. "Do you want to continue with this machine, or are you ready for something different?" I asked. I love watching Sachi when she is trying to choose between sexual pleasures. She is like a greedy little girl offered a chocolate, wanting them all and in agonies over the need to choose. At last her desire for novelty won. With the help of her other lovers I freed her from her bonds and clamps, and gently set her on her feet again. "Oh, that was _so_ wonderful!" she said. "When can I have the machine again?" "Soon," I said evasively. "But first we have something else for you." "Oh, goody!" she said. "But first I must wash and freshen up." I took her to the bathroom and, for the second time that evening, she sponged off the accumulated mixture of cum and sweat. She brushed her hair, including the pretty down between her legs, straightened her clothes - if her silver sleeves and collar can be called clothes - and said, "You can wait outside now. I need to, you know, pee." "Oh, _please_ let me help you," I said eagerly. Without waiting for her reply, I squatted between her legs, holding her thighs apart firmly, and pressed my mouth against her crotch. She argued for a few moments, and then my mouth filled again with the beautiful, warm, tasty stream. I gulped it down, not missing a drop. All too soon it was over. I licked her crotch clean, then sat back on my heels and looked up at her. "Did you really enjoy that?" she asked anxiously. "Yes. It's delicious. Just as nice as your pussy juice, but different." She giggled. "When we're together," I went on, "promise to piss in my mouth whenever you need to go." "Of course," she said. "Do you think other men like drinking it too?" "Are you trying to make me jealous?" She laughed delightedly and we left the bathroom together. I had discovered, by discreet questions, that while Sachi had certainly been beaten from time to time at school, she had not yet discovered the erotic charge it carried. She would surely realise what would happen to her once she was fixed to the metal frame - the neat row of instruments laid out on the table beside it would have told her that - but the pleasures of the whip would be new to her. She was keen to learn, and tip-toed eagerly to the frame and took up a pose within it. There was little for us to do except fix the steel cuffs to her wrists and pull the chains up the grooves in the vertical poles till she was braced firmly, her feet just touching the ground. She looked remarkably desirable stretched helplessly like that, and I could not resist the desire to stroke her body gently. "Happy?" I asked softly as I tweaked her nipples. "Oh, yes!" she said. "But - can't I have the nipple-clamps again?" "Why not? But another kind." "With the electric shocks?" "Well, no. But these will feel just as nice." I picked up a pair from the table. They were little silver disks which could be fitted neatly over her hard nipples, and then tightened by twisting the wheels at the front. "_Ohhh_!" she said. "Oh, more, more - tighter, oh please tighter!" I did my best to satisfy her lust for erotic pain. But I was beginning to learn that she was insatiable. When you have the privilege of teaching a girl to enjoy the whip, even when that girl is blessed with a love of pain as intense as Sachi's, you have to take it slowly and not subject her to the fiercest sensations from the start. The best instrument, in my experience, is the cat-o'-nine-tails. Its smooth leather lashes excite the girl's growing sexuality; and the sight of them curling at random round her helpless body is remarkably erotic. Once she has learnt to enjoy that, and beg for more, you can move on to knotted leather cats, cats made of thin knotted whipcord, and so on. Only at the second or third session can you safely progress to canes and riding-crops, heavy plaited whips and the like. If you build up gradually and train your girl well, she will be a treasure for you and all her future lovers to enjoy. While some of the guests were keen to try the effect of narrow, flexible canes inscribing their thin red lines on Sachi's bottom, I had persuaded them to do it my way, promising them she would be back soon enough, begging for more advanced experiences. There were several "beginners' cats", as I call them, ready for use and there was room for three or four men to whip her together, passing their cats on to others when they wanted to rest. The trembling of her body, its growing pinkness as the whipping brought the blood to the surface, and her piteous screams were highly erotic; and we took her down from the frame after less than an hour: long before she had had enough, but we all needed her to give us relief. At her urgent request, we left the silver nipple-clamps locked tightly to her breasts. We took her cunt, arse and mouth at random, not waiting to wipe her clean between fucks. Soon she was dripping and drooling copiously - and, of course, begging for more. == "Oh, you were all so good to me!" she said, sitting beside me as I drove her home. Her coat was on the back seat: she had flatly refused to wear it and sat snuggled into the soft leather in nothing but her sleeves and collar. And of course her fetish shoes and her clamps, from which she refused to be parted. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that she was fiddling with the wheels again, trying to extract the maximum pain-pleasure from the little mechanisms. "Which part did you enjoy most?" "_All_ of it! It was so nice to be fucked by all sixteen of you. Can you do that to me again soon?" "Of course. It won't be hard to find volunteers. But I have another idea." "Go on! Tell! I'm sure it's lovely. All your ideas are." So I told her my plan, now that she was sixteen and old enough, to offer her to strip-clubs where she could enjoy being nude before an audience and multiple public fucking. "You mean, I'll be on a stage where everyone can see me, and I'll be _completely_ nude, and men will come up again and again and fuck me while the others watch?" "That's right. You've done it before, have you?" "No, no! But I've read about girls doing that, and I've been dreaming about doing it for - I don't know, for _ever_!" "Well, now you can. And then I'm sure there'll be opportunities to work in special clubs where the waitresses are slaves who must do whatever they are told." "Oooh! When can I start?" "As soon as you like." She thought for a moment. "And then the machine was _so_ wonderful," she resumed. "I could have stayed in it all night. And tomorrow. For ever and _ever_! When can I have it again?" "That's not so easy," I said. "It was only lent to us for the evening." "I'd like to have it to keep. What do machines like that cost?" I told her. "Oh dear! That seems a lot." "Well, if I introduce you to lots of strip-clubs and so on, and you work hard and save the money, I expect you could afford one quite soon." "You mean - girls get _paid_ for being nude and fucking all those men?" We had stopped at a red light. I looked at Sachi beside me, wriggling her pink bottom against the leather and looking delightfully fresh and innocent. "Yes. Quite well if they're good." "That's amazing! I thought girls did it for nothing. Because they love doing it so much. _I_ would." "I know you would, Sachi darling. That's why I love you." She thought for a moment. "You know those things you put on my breasts?" she said. "Not these ones - the little ones I wore when I was on the machine?" "Yes. Did you like them?" "I _loved_ them. Of course. I was thinking. They're very small. They just fitted neatly over my nipples. And even without the electricity, they hurt - oh, so so much! When you screwed them really tight." "So?" I knew what she wanted, of course. "I was thinking. If I had a pair of those, I could wear them under my clothes and no one would know. Don't you think that would be nice?" "Yes. Very nice." "Well, will you ...?" "Yes, of course I'll give you a pair. I have some at home, I think. I'd love to think of you wearing them under your school uniform!" "Oh, thank you!" "There's a little key that goes with them. It tightens the screws. Be careful not to lose it. You'll never get them off if you do." She giggled delightfully. I could tell she was imagining herself wearing the clamps agonisingly tight, and leaving the key at home ... she wriggled round in her seat and kissed me. Fortunately I saw the kiss coming and was able to keep control of myself, and the car. "What are we going to do now?" she asked after another pause. "I'm taking you back to my place. And then, soon enough, when you're dressed, I'll have to take you home." "Do you have whips like the ones you all whipped me with?" "Of course. And other things too. Even more exciting." "Before I go home, I want you to tie me up and whip me again. With the whips you used. And with the other things. _Especially_ with the other things." [9] One lover did once return her panties, with a little note telling her how often he had masturbated over them, dreaming of her. Sachi was touched, but dropped the panties in the waste-bin. "I love cum!" she explained, "but I prefer it fresh." [Next in Part 11: Chapter XI: Maki: The Apprentice Stripper] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams