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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
HOUSE OF FEAR
Chapter Eight
The psychologist looked at her. She was 19, fresh-faced, the blush
of youth still strong in her cheeks. She reminded him of his 15-year-old
daughter. She looked neat and prim in her white cotton blouse. It
stretched with alarming tautness across her bosom. He wondered if the
buttons, released from the outward thrust of her tits, would fly off her
blouse and hit him in the eyes. His wife, no doubt, would find such a
punishment fitting.
Day in and day out he counseled girls at the school. HeÕd heard all
the stories. Unfaithful boyfriends, mismanaged pills, unexpected visits to
the hospital. But this youngster had a truly unusual story. It matched her
figure, striking and bold, yet completely innocent, somehow. She had met
an older man. That had been the first mistake. But not hers, of course,
she had only been 16 at the time.
His name had been Ryan, and he had taken her to a party. There had
been a trestle. SheÕd been bent over it. The man had applied a whip to her
apple-round bottom.
Ted, for that was the psychologistÕs name, shifted uncomfortably in
his chair. Yes, heÕd noticed her ass. It was slimmer than most college
girlÕs asses, yet with a provocative rearward jut. It was as if the girl had
refused to surrender the bottomfat of her childhood, while adding to it a
little, still somehow avoiding the too-wide expanse of behind that many
girls acquired in their late teens. It was a small, innocent bottom. The
girl wiggled it self-consciously whenever she walked, as if aware of its
effect and embarrassed by it. The perfection of her small round behind
complimented and contrasted with her fulsome bosoms in the most
intriguing way. Added to a pair of slender long legs, and an angelic face,
Ted could almost believe this girlÕs story.
It was a tale seemingly dug up from the most disreputable
bookstore, some garish fantasy of menÕs imaginations. The girl had been
taken to Saudi Arabia. She had been kidnapped, in effect, by the older man
who had taken her as his girlfriend and whipped her. And there,
somewhere out in the trackless waste of the desert, she had been
ÔinstalledÕ (was there a better word for it?) in somebodyÕs house. He had
been at least as vicious as her boyfriend. He had bound her breasts, and
put strange medieval gear on her hands and feet. She had been tortured by
these things, unable to move, and the whole object of this ordeal had been
to watch her poop.
An amazing story. Then the tale became a bit tangled. She had a
second boyfriend, a younger boyfriend. He was somehow induced to come
and visit her in the desert, coming all the way from America. But the man,
the second man, the Arab man, on seeing her younger boyfriend, found the
young man so beautiful that he became a fag. And this poor delicate
delicious girl was let go, driven to the airport, and put on board a plane.
But the plane was a flying dungeon. An incredible story. The plane,
which the girl gullibly boarded, turned out to belong to the Arab man, her
second lover, the very man who had released her after making her shit, and
who had taken her youngest boyfriend as his homosexual lover.
And then this poor girl, this poster child for artless sexuality, was
defiled on the plane, by a friend of the Arab who had in fact wired the
Arab a large sum of money for the privilege of fucking her.
Finding his voice, the psychologist asked,
ÒAnd so, after you were forced to take off your panties, what did
this man require of you?Ó The girl blushed. She put her hands to her face.
She pressed them together a little, compressing her rosebud lips. Through
her pursed lips, as if reliving the event even as she explained it, she said,
quite distastefully,
ÒI was forced to suck his penis.Ó The psychologist felt a lump where
his professional title dictated he should not feel one. He shifted again in
his chair. The tightness in his groin increased. It made him wince. With a
trembling hand, he wrote on his notepad: ÒWendy was forced to suck the
manÕs penis.Ó The psychologist gasped.
ÒAnd then,Ó the girl continued, freeing her face from her hands and
clutching at the lapels on her soft white cotton blouse, ÒAnd then he made
me take off my panties. He ripped them off me. I started to take them off
myself, I was too scared to say no. And then he just tore them off my
legs, knocking me to the floor as he did it.Ó
ÒAnd then?Ó the psychologist asked, clearing his throat again.
ÒHe fucked me,Ó Wendy gasped. ÒRight there on the floor. And after
that he went and got a paddle and he put me over his knee.Ó
ÒAnd?Ó the psychologist asked. His voice came out like a croak but
the girl, with tears welling up in her eyes, seemed not to notice.
ÒHe spanked me. Hard,Ó Wendy said. She squirmed in her chair. She
dropped her hands to her skirt and pulled at itÕs hem. The psychologist
looked down at her slim stockinged legs. They looked so perfect, so
straight and long, with little black shoes, with buckles on them, clasping
her feet. ÒAnd then two of his friends came in, and with my bottom all
sore, they put me down on the floor and fucked me too,Ó Wendy concluded.
She lifted a hand to her face and wiped away tears. She inhaled. Her voice
snuffled.
The psychologist waited. It was all one could do when an intensely
emotional moment like this was reached in a session. He tried not to
think of his dick, trapped in his pants. The girl cried. He reached for a box
of kleenex on his desk and gave them to her. She used half a dozen. When
she was finished, her cheeks red, her eyes bleary, she looked at him. She
forced a smile.
ÒWould you like to tell more?Ó the psychologist asked.
ÒA likkle,Ó the girl answered. Her voice came out as a small childÕs
voice.
The psychologist let her compose herself. Then she began once more:
ÒAfter IÕd been taken by two of his friends, they took off the rest of
my clothes. I was still wearing my jacket and blouse. And my scarf. They
made a cute little outfit. But the men just yanked them off me, not even
caring about them, tearing the buttons off and ripping the fabric. And then
they made me do something terribly awful!Ó
ÒYes?Ó the psychologist asked. It took several minutes for the girl
to respond. There was more crying, more kleenex, more pulling on the hem
of her skirt which was already as straight as her squirming bottom could
allow it to be.
ÒThey made one of the other stews swallow castor oil,Ó the girl
said. ÒAnd when she was all mushy inside, you know, needing to go to the
bathroom?Ó
ÒYes?Ó the psychologist asked. He leaned forward.
ÒThey bent her over and put a tube up her behind,Ó the girl said. Her
voice choked as she said the words. Suddenly, in a blaze of flying hair and
outstretched arms, like some young leaping lioness, she was out of her
chair. She knelt in front of him on the floor. She put her hands on his
trousers, on his crotch, grabbing him, gripping him. She pulled down his
zipper. The psychologist felt himself drawn out of his pants. He was
already painfully stiff. He offered her his erection, unwillingly, yet at the
same time with a rampant eagerness he could not control. Her wet lips
slipped over the end of him. Over his big, knobby head, her tongue licking
his pee hole. With her mouth she clamped him. Vigorously, still prim and
perfect in her white collared blouse, she sucked him.
He wanted to refuse, to say no, to tell her he was married. Instead,
he let her continue. He watched as her wet lips as they sluiced up and
down the end of his shaft. She did not try to take all of him, just the head.
She was obviously inexperienced at it. In her eyes he thought he saw fear.
ÒIÕm...Ó he finally managed to gasp. It was his first words since
sheÕd attacked him and they seemed to startle her. She pulled him free of
her mouth. With his pre-cum staining her lips, she looked at him. Her
eyes showed fear, perhaps mixed with a kind of unknowing lust. He felt
her fingertips holding the root of his cock. He did not finish his sentence.
Not, at least, with words. Instead he finished it with himself, his cum,
spurting all over her angelic, virginal face, making her blink and cry out
and gasp.
ÒOh my God!Ó were the next words he spoke.
ÒYou got my blouse all messy,Ó she said in a sorrowful voice.
ÒI- IÕm sorry,Ó he breathed. He felt himself begin to weaken. And
then, her fingers having let him go in his moment of crisis, she took hold
of him again. He stiffened anew. Her eyes, sperm dripping from her eye
lashes, grew bright.
ÒYou can do it again?Ó she asked.
ÒY- Yes, I think I can,Ó he breathed. Eagerly she put him in her mouth
once more. She sucked with renewed enthusiasm. For several minutes he
managed to hold himself back, just watching her, she occasionally looking
up to see him watching her. And then he came again. This time she
managed, despite a muffled cry of alarm, to hold him in her mouth. She
swallowed urgently as he came in her. She still could only endure the end
of him in her mouth, the bulbous head of him and a little more, but she
seemed to be trying to cope, trying to learn.
When he was finished, and she had swallowed as much of him as she
could, the rest of him running out of the corners of her mouth, they gazed
at each other. Finally, still clutching his notepad in one hand, he said to
her,
ÒYou never told me what happened with the girl who had to go to the
bathroom.Ó
ÒOh yes,Ó she said. She lifted her arm. She wiped it across her eyes
to get the gobs of him off of her eyelashes. ÒI had to suck on the tube,Ó
she said.
ÒThe tube that was in her butt?Ó he asked. He felt himself stiffen
again. She noticed.
ÒYes,Ó she said. She looked at him quizzically. ÒI thought guys
couldnÕt go this many times,Ó she said. He stared at himself.
ÒUsually, I donÕt,Ó he answered.
ÒOh well,Ó she said. She sucked him once more. And as he let her
service him, he thought of herself in her story, sucking on a tube in a
girlÕs behind. Sucking until the shit came out of the girlÕs ass, WendyÕs
naked bosoms shaking and wobbling as she drank down the girlÕs shit.
ÒYou have quite an imagination,Ó he told her, when he had splattered
her face with yet more of himself.
ÒThank my brother,Ó she answered. It was her first truthful
statement since sheÕd started seeing him, three weeks before.
ÒYouÕre very good at crying,Ó he told her.
ÒYes. Thank you,Ó she said in a small, self-indulgent voice. He did
not come up again and she slowly stowed him back in his pants. She
zipped him up.
ÒSo your brother told you this story?Ó he asked the girl, this now
all-too-obvious virgin who had been coming to him since the start of the
school year, three weeks before. She looked at him with her big, round
blue eyes.
ÒNo,Ó she said. Her second truthful statement. ÒHe wrote it. I found
it. I read it, even though I suppose I shouldnÕt have. It was too awful not
to read, you know? It just kept sucking,Ó she offered a giggle, Òsucking
me in.Ó
ÒYes,Ó he said. ÒBut what made you bring such a juvenile tale to
me?Ó She smiled.
ÒAll the other girls were coming to see you, all last year, and we all
thought you were oh so handsome! But I didnÕt... I didnÕt...Ó
ÒHave any tales to tell?Ó he asked.
ÒNo,Ó she confessed. ÒUntil I read my brotherÕs dumb story this
summer.Ó
ÒAh,Ó he said. ÒAnd so you used that as your excuse to come and see
me.Ó
ÒYes,Ó she said. He put aside his notepad, laying it on his desk next
to the kleenex sheÕd used and handed back to him, like crumpled
butterflies whose season has passed.
ÒI see,Ó he said.
ÒItÕs a dumb story, I know,Ó she said.
ÒYes. And unfortunately youÕve told it to the wrong guy,Ó he said to
her. His voice was suddenly stern. She looked at him in alarm, her hands
still awkwardly poised on his trousered thighs after zipping up his crotch.
He let the moment persist, enjoying her fear, her fear mixed with childish
curiosity, and then he said, ÒI am leaving next week.Ó
ÒNo!Ó she gasped. Her voice was high-pitched, urgent, a girl falling
off a favorite swing.
ÒYes,Ó he said. ÒI was faithful to my wife but she was jealous, all
the same, of my job here. It wrecked our marriage. She spent all her
time, in the end, thinking of all the troubled young women I counseled.
And so sheÕs leaving me.Ó His face took on a pained look.
ÒOh IÕm so sorry!Ó she gasped. He reached out and lifted her hair off
her shoulders, her so slim shoulders in her little white blouse. He bent
low and kissed her forehead. He tasted himself.
ÒToday you caused me to violate my oath,Ó he said. ÒTo my wife, and
to my profession. Others have tried. Other girls. But I was always quick
enough to resist. I guess today you were faster, or I was slower.Ó
ÒIÕm very sorry,Ó she said. Tears suddenly came to her eyes,
mingling with his sperm. Her voice made a snuffling sound again, like
when sheÕd been telling him the story.
ÒItÕs alright,Ó he told her.
ÒNo! No it isnÕt!Ó she gasped. She looked at herself, all covered with
his jism. She shook her hands in the air with despair. A thought occurred
to him. Immediately he pushed it down. She ceased wiggling her hands.
She put them back on his legs. ÒYou mustnÕt leave!Ó she said to him. Her
eyes were bright. There was a desperate look in them. In the hall he heard
footsteps. Someone was passing. He felt a cold chill in his spine.
Imagine if they were found this way, himself all over her blouse and her
face. He felt her hands on his thighs. She was stroking his legs, feeling
the strength of him. The thought sprang up again. The thought heÕd
stowed. It sprang up unbidden. ÒI want to go with you!Ó she said to him.
ÒAlright,Ó he heard himself say, dreamlike, shuddering at the
thought which now filled his mind. ÒAlright. But you have already led me
on for three weeks. No more stories. And I have a question for you, and I
expect a truthful answer,Ó he said.
ÒOkay,Ó she blushed. He guessed she knew what he was going to ask
before he even did, and he had already deduced the answer, but he asked it
anyway, if only to test her ability to tell the truth.
ÒAre you a virgin?Ó he asked her.
ÒYes,Ó she gasped.
He did not need to hear the rest, but she told it anyway, with his
jism all over her blouse, drying on it. A repressive father, a strict
mother. Catholic schools. A Catholic college. And so here she was, at 19,
still a virgin despite her smashing good looks.
ÒYou have used up a lot of my time today,Ó he told her when she
finally finished her tale, the first truthful story she had told him in three
weeks of counseling.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó she said. There was honest contrition in her voice, in
her eyes, in her hands stroking his legs.
It was his turn to leap.
ÒIÕm going to Hong Kong,Ó he told her. ÒItÕs part of China now.
Blondes there are in short supply and you have the most beautiful golden
hair.Ó
ÒThank you,Ó she said. Her face for the past hour had seemed to be in
a sort of perpetual blush and now he watched in amazement as her cheeks
reddened further.
ÒAnd you blush so nicely,Ó he told her. Immediately her face grew
redder still. The softness of her red cheeks contrasted nicely with the
white of his sperm.
ÒAnd so I have a proposal,Ó he told her. ÒA command, really, if you
choose to take it that way.Ó He watched as she nodded unthinkingly. ÒIÕm
going to take you along. To Hong Kong. I want us to be clear on our
arrangement since you are only 19 and I am 36. I am not going to be taking
you there to marry you. I am going to be enjoying myself for the first
time in my life since meeting my wife, my soon-to-be former wife. I am
going to have, how shall I put it? Adventures.Ó He felt her hands press
harder against his thighs. He smiled. He saw fear in her staring eyes but
a kind of desperate need too, an unquenchable curiosity. ÒYes.
Adventures,Ó he told her. ÒI am going to expose myself to the most
precious and beautiful things of the Orient. You find them in tea houses.
They offer, so I am told, the best entertainment a newly liberated man can
offer.Ó
ÒOh my!Ó she gasped. Her hands were pressing very hard against his
legs now.
ÒYes,Ó he said. He reached down and fondled her hair. It gleamed in
his hands. ÒAnd you are coming along,Ó he told her. ÒI want a beautiful
blonde to be with me there when I present myself to the mistresses of the
east. We will go together, and we will have adventures together.Ó
ÒOh I cannot!Ó she gasped. But she kept her hands pressed to the
insides of his thighs, his muscular, tight-limbed broad thighs, and her
eyes fell to his crotch.
ÒYes you will,Ó he said. Tentatively he pulled on her hair. She
winced. ÒYou will,Ó he told her again. ÒYou are 19. You are old enough to
go. Nobody needs to know why you left or how.Ó
ÒBut I--Ó she gasped.
ÒWe will leave tonight,Ó he told her. ÒDonÕt worry about a visa. I
will arrange everything. I know a student on campus who makes those
sorts of things. I have mine already, and yours will be a reliable fake.Ó He
let go of her hair. He looked at her kneeling there in his office, her hands
on his legs. ÒAnd now for the truly difficult part,Ó he told her. ÒWeÕve got
to find a way to get you cleaned up so I can let you out of my office.Ó
They sat drinking tea. Outside, on a jade-colored ocean, junks whose
sails were full of the setting sun glided past. The furnishings of the front
room of the tea house were Western. Several chairs, a painting of
Churchill, azaleas blooming in a vase. Beyond, through a curtain of glass-
colored beads, Ted glimpsed a floor covered in straw mats.
ÒI hope you are at ease,Ó an Oriental woman said. She knelt, catlike,
on a sofa opposite Ted. He nodded. The womanÕs voice was soft, barely
audible. It reminded Ted of the palm fronds rustling in the courtyard of
the tea house, their limbs stirred by a light evening breeze coming in off
the sea.
ÒYes. I am comfortable,Ó Ted said. He glanced from the Oriental
woman to her assistant. She was a young English girl, complete with an
English accent. She was newly arrived from London. It was her first night
in training and Ted didnÕt know what to think, sitting as he was beside
Wendy, who was, as she had admitted to him in his office back in America,
a virgin.
ÒChina has not always had a comfortable past,Ó the Oriental woman
continued. She reached across to the English girl. The girl knelt beside
her on the couch. She wore a neat little jacket and blouse, with a skirt
that fell only to the tops of her thighs. Ted could almost see the back of
her panties, where the hem of her skirt barely covered the back of her ass,
and he had seen her panties when sheÕd first mounted the couch. On her
legs, which were folded under her, she wore brown calfskin boots. Bound
to her arms, tied on them with brown leather laces, were elbow-length
gauntlets. Her hands, like her slim white thighs, were bare. The Oriental
woman fondled the girlÕs soft brown hair. ÒWhen the English first came,
they were very cruel,Ó the Oriental woman, whose name was Song Li,
continued. ÒThey introduced us to the ways of their past. Their medieval
past, which they made our present. We were forced to obey. It was a
state not unknown to us, however, for our own Emperors had long required
submission of us. And the Japanese, when they came after the English,
added to our suffering.Ó The girl in the calfskin boots stirred on the
couch. She reached up with her gauntlet-clad arms, her bare hands
adjusting a hat on her head. It was a leather hat, like her boots and her
gauntlets. It was small. It had a brim going all the way around it. A band
of silk crossed above the brim, and was tied to the hatÕs round center
portion. The Asian woman continued to fondle the English girlÕs hair,
which hung in long wavy curls down past her face and over her jacket-clad
shoulders. ÒSo in the end, the ways of the East are a mix of good and bad,
pleasure and pain. Yin and Yang,Ó Song Li continued. She looked at Ted.
ÒWe will explore those ways tonight,Ó she said frankly. Ted felt Wendy,
sitting close to him on a loveseat, shudder. Her hands, already gripping
one of his hands, squeezed him more tightly.
ÒWhat is required of me?Ó Ted asked. Remembering Wendy, he added,
ÒOf us?Ó The Oriental woman gazed at him as she took another sip of her
tea.
ÒIt is quite simple,Ó she said. ÒWhen you have finished your tea,
Laura will escort you into the next room. She will tell you what to do.
You are to obey her, both of you.Ó Song LiÕs eyes flashed at Wendy. Ted
felt the blonde shrink and her hands squeezed him harder.
ÒI am finished with my tea,Ó Ted said. He looked at Wendy. She
hadnÕt touched hers.
ÒVery well,Ó Song Li said. ÒBut I must point something out before
we begin. In America, there is a vulgarized approach to the area we will
be exploring this evening. If I may be blunt in the presence of your lady,
the idea is to cum as quickly as possible.Ó Ted felt himself blush.
WendyÕs hands on his own were like those of a mouse gripping as hard as it
could on the paw of a cat, fearful to let go lest it should be struck. TedÕs
other hand, holding his tea cup, trembled. ÒHere we have different
requirements,Ó Song Li said. ÒThe man is expected to keep his strength.
The point is not sexual satisfaction but sexual testing. Like an ordeal.
But one mingled with pleasure,Ó Song Li added. She licked her lips. ÒAs
for your female companion, Wendy, is it?Ó The blonde hastily nodded. ÒDo
not expect release,Ó Song Li told her. ÒYou are curious. You are 19 and it
is good that you are curious. But in China we hold the hymen in the highest
esteem. It is not thrown away like in America. However it is important
for a young woman like yourself to learn the ways of love. So we have
found a substitute for the opening that must necessarily occur for a young
woman to learn what she must for her husband.Ó
ÒYes?Ó Wendy asked, her hands clutching at Ted.
ÒIt is in back,Ó Song Li said. She put her arm around the English girl
kneeling close to her on the couch. Stretching a little, like a cat waking
up from a nap, the Asian woman lifted the back of the English girlÕs dress.
The girlÕs white panties showed. Ted swallowed. He felt his groin grow
tumescent.
ÒThere is a second hole, one which is already open and in service, by
which I mean of course your bottom hole,Ó Song Li told Wendy. ÒIt will be
the vaginal substitute that we use.Ó Wendy gasped. Ted turned his face
toward her and lightly kissed her hair.
ÒWhat- what do you mean that it will be a... substitute?Ó Wendy
breathed in a near-frantic voice. Ted guessed that she must be as
inexperienced in behind as she was in front. He kissed her hair again, her
golden halo of blonde hair shimmering down past her face and over her
model-thin shoulders.
The Oriental woman got up from the couch. The English girl, seeing
her rise, stood up after her.
ÒI mean just that,Ó Song Li told Wendy. ÒExcept that instead of
things coming out of it, things will be going in it. Not your loverÕs penis,
however, for that would surely cause him to lose himself, making an
attempt on your virgin bottom hole. No, we have other things for a girl
like you. But enough of this idle chatter.Ó
Ted stood up. Song Li looked lovely in a traditional full length
Chinese robe, one patterned with colored flowers, her hair pinned up
neatly and held in place by a thin bamboo rod. Ted was aware of something
gripping his hand, tightly, and turned. It was Wendy, whom heÕd almost
forgotten as he gazed at Song Li.
ÒWhat does she mean?Ó Wendy asked again, her face showing a kind
of awed fear. ÒI am a virgin,Ó she insisted. ÒI have not--Ó Ted put a
finger to her lips. He understood her concern, instinctively. She was
thinking of her bottom. She did not comprehend Song LiÕs statement that
her ass was already Òin serviceÓ. But it was, of course, ever since sheÕd
laid her first poop in a pair of diapers. Tonight, however, no doubt to the
girlÕs surprise, sheÕd find that her bottom could be a two-way street. Ted
felt himself grow supremely hard in his pants. It made it difficult for him
to walk. The bulge was obvious and all three females noticed, as he made
to cross the room, going toward the bead-curtained doorway beyond which
lay the straw mats. The English girl giggled. She adjusted her hat on her
head, lifting her gauntlet-clad arm, touching the hat lightly with her bare
hand. Her eyes glowed. Song Li was reserved. Her Asian face showed no
emotion, except perhaps a slightly pleased look, showing in her eyes. At
the same time Ted was aware of a kind of calculation in those eyes, as if
she were attempting to measure his penis by the bulge it made in his
pants. He gazed more fully into her eyes, almond-colored and slanted, and
saw the pleased look take on a greater intensity. His measurements,
apparently, were meeting her expectations. As for Wendy, clutching his
hand like a girl going for her first shot, a newly-minted kindergarten
graduate attempting to qualify for the first grade, she was too worried to
be happy about his bulge. She saw it, but it only increased the tension in
her face, in her too-youthful red cheeks, causing her to utter a panicked
little ÒOh!Ó
The English girl passed in front of Ted. Crossing the parlor, turning
her back on Ted, but with a hopeful backward glance over her shoulder, she
was the first to reach the beaded curtain. Her bare fingers touched the
glass beads. She parted them. She slipped through, and Ted followed her,
Wendy coming along behind him like a child being pulled into a doctorÕs
office. Song Li, picking up two glasses of water, which she had laid out
for Ted and Wendy but which neither had touched, preferring tea, walked
into the room behind them.
It was a room whose floor was traditionally Asian, covered as it
was in mats made of straw. There was a distinct odor in the room, as of
freshly mowed hay, owing to the natural aroma of the straw. Ted saw a
dresser, made of teak, stretching along the far wall. It was longer than
dressers in America, and closer to the floor. The handles on its closed
drawers were made of brass, newly polished. Ted wondered if the English
girl had been put to work polishing the handles on the dresser, and
imagined she had. He wondered what she might have been wearing when
she did it. Perhaps a simple white towel, covering her naked body as she
worked in the earliest hours of the morning, fresh from a nightÕs sleep.
ÒSo it is your first evening of training,Ó Ted said conversationally to
the girl, as she stopped in front of the dresser and opened a drawer.
ÒYes it is,Ó Song Li answered for the girl, rustling the beads as she
stepped through them, the two glasses of water in her hands.
ÒI am most fortunate,Ó Ted said, feeling the slight sing song
language of Hong Kong begin to seep into his speech.
ÒYes. Most fortunate,Ó Song Li replied. Laura opened the top drawer
of the dresser but Ted turned away, turning instead to Song Li, a hopeful
look in his eyes. It was not difficult for the Chinese woman to discern
TedÕs desire.
ÒI always consider a man in your position to have been smiled on by
the Gods,Ó Song Li told Ted. ÒOf course, I exercise a hand in the matter. I
would not permit a fine young English girl like Laura to just spend her
first night with anybody. She has been here a week, and I have been saving
her for the right man.Ó Ted smiled.
ÒIÕm flattered,Ó he said.
ÒBut perhaps you will not be by the end of the evening, for it means
you will have two tormentresses, instead of just one,Ó Song Li answered.
The calculating look returned to her eyes. Wendy, still holding TedÕs hand,
gasped. Ted turned. He saw that Laura had taken a switch from the top
drawer of the dresser. It was a long supple rod, made of polished bamboo.
It was no thicker than a finger at its base. It became more slender toward
the tip, gradually thinning like some wicked sword, except there was no
sharp edge to it. At the blunted end of the rod a small cord dangled,
string-like. There was a tassel at the tip of the cord. The other end of
the rod, the thickest end, where LauraÕs hand gripped it, had a small
rounded flange, like a washer attached to the end of a screw. With her
free hand Laura now took hold of the upper part of the rod, lightly, holding
it by the tips of her fingers as her fist gripped the base.
ÒWhat is that for?Ó Ted asked. He felt a lump in his throat,
matching the lump in his pants.
ÒIt is for your ass, and that of your female companion,Ó Song Li said
in her whispery voice.
ÒBut we have not... we have come into the room as you asked,Ó Ted
answered. Song Li touched his shoulder. Through the light fabric of his
tropical shirt he could feel her sharp nails. Gently they pressed into his
skin, as if testing him, testing his flesh for battle.
ÒIt will be a long and difficult night, white man,Ó Song Li said, her
voice still as whispery soft as the palm fronds in the courtyard of her
house. ÒI have told you that the purposes here are different from such a
place in America. We are not pigs, rolling in the mud of pleasure like you
Americans. Here things are valued for what they are not, as much as for
what they are. If you are afraid to try the ways of the East perhaps you
should go back where you came from.Ó Ted felt Wendy gripping his hand.
His conscience told him, abruptly and with an immediacy of feeling, that
he would not be a coward if he left. He would be protecting this young,
fresh-faced flower who clung to him like a vine clings to a wall, afraid of
the heat of the day, yet of the frost of night too, and the rain. Ted turned
to the blonde and kissed her hair again, as he had done in the parlor. She
smelled of fresh strawberries dipped in cream, and adorned with long
strands of honey. He pushed back her hair, baring her neck. It was slim,
ivory slim, like the carved ornaments he had seen for sale in a Hong Kong
mall. He saw her pulse beating in her neck. He kissed her there.
ÒWe will stay,Ó Ted told Song Li.
ÒThen you must undress,Ó Song Li replied. ÒYou must face the night
as you were made by your God, unclothed.Ó
ÒOh, I do not wish to!Ó Wendy blurted. She was gripping TedÕs right
hand with both of her own and it annoyed him suddenly, having to deal with
his own fear as well as hers.
ÒQuiet!Ó Ted snapped at the girl. ÒThis is Asia. Women do not have
the same rights here as back home. You will do as I say. And as Song Li
orders you,Ó Ted added. He reached for her blouse. It was a colored-print
blouse that he had bought for her yesterday, when they were touring the
mall. Greedily he began to unbutton it. He had slept in the same hotel
room with her but they had kept an awkward separation between them, she
still insisting on saving herself, he respecting her wishes. In
consideration of his needs as a man, however, she had given him several
more blow jobs. They excited her. They were her first taste of carnality.
She increasingly gloried in them, taking her time, pulling him deeper into
her tight little mouth, testing even her ability to take him down her
throat. Now, however, he was pushing her past what they had done in their
hotel room, and in his office back at the college. He had not forcibly
undressed her before and his hands worked rapidly, tearing the buttons off
her as he undid them.
ÒOh!Ó Wendy said, alarmed at the intensity of his lust. Always he
had restrained himself before, letting her lead. Now he was in charge.
ÒQuiet!Ó Ted barked. He finished undoing her blouse. In almost a
simultaneous gesture he yanked off her blouse and her bra too, his
experienced hands releasing the clasp in back with a crass hunger. No
sooner had he tossed her blouse and brassiere to the floor than he was at
her skirt, turning her so he could unzip it, yanking it down
unceremoniously along with her panties. A moment later she was nude.
Only her black shoes and her garters remained, plus her stockings. The
garters were a picture of delicacy as they held aloft her stockings, with
their slim ruffled lines and their patterned texture. The stockings were
sheer black silk.
ÒOh my!Ó Wendy moaned. She stood unsteadily on the straw matting,
everyone staring at her, TedÕs hands suddenly still, his eyes gazing in awe
at her figure. She was 19 and in perfect condition, Ted noted, like a new
car fresh from the dealer. He had seen her before, of course, in their hotel
room, but here there was a kind of public spectacle to her beauty, her
nudity taken in not just by himself but by Laura and Song Li as well, her
fear obvious in her face, in her eyes. The eager childish lust of her
previous forays with him, when they were alone together, was gone,
replaced by panic.
ÒEverything is to come off,Ó Song Li said. She looked at Ted. ÒAre
her ears pierced?Ó she asked, of Ted, though the question was about
Wendy. Ted looked at the girl. He did not know. He lifted her hair.
ÒShe is not wearing any earrings,Ó Ted said. Wendy bit her lip and
then, catching hold of herself somehow, inside, she opened her mouth and
said,
ÒMy ears are pierced.Ó
ÒAnd your tongue?Ó Song Li asked. WendyÕs face grew more
frightened.
ÒNo,Ó she breathed, feeling the sensation of her tongue in her mouth,
even as Ted felt his own tongue in his own mouth and wondered what Song
Li was driving at. Wendy was learning to use her tongue quite well on his
cock. He did not want to see it altered.
ÒThe tongue must be submissive in all things,Ó Song Li said,
admiring the girlÕs nakedness as she spoke, letting her own tongue poke
from her lips and gently lick the upper part of her mouth. ÒIn Asia a
womanÕs tongue is not for her to speak, or at least that is not its primary
purpose. It is a sexual thing, like the rest of her body, like her breasts and
her cunt, like the round inviting shape of her ass, sliced down the middle
by her ass crack. There is a certain delight a man feels when a pierced
tongue laves his cock. He feels the warmth of the flesh, with its softly
prickled surface, the girlÕs taste buds tasting his manhood. At the same
time he feels the cold implacable steel of the piercing, the bit of metal in
the girlÕs tongue gliding along his organ.Ó
ÒOh my!Ó Wendy said. She looked at Ted. She loved tasting his cock
and the thought of doing it some new way, with a lump of metal jabbed
through her tongue, clearly excited her. For a moment she forgot her
nudity, forgot even Laura standing behind her with the slim bamboo, and
she just stared at Ted. He stared back.
ÒI have anesthesia available,Ó Song Li offered. She gestured to
Laura. Song Li had put both water glasses down on a little tea table set
inside the door, next to the curtain of glass beads, a tea table with a
collection of pink flowers standing in the center of it, in a vase made of
crystal. Laura turned and opened the dresser. She took something out of
it. The object was small and slender. She walked over to Song Li as Ted
and Wendy continued to stare at each other, their thoughts racing, Ted
imagining the girlÕs pierced tongue sucking his cock and Wendy not sure
which was more frightening, being stuck with the things necessary to
receive the implant in her tongue or having it, possessing it, showing it
involuntarily when she spoke and doing so with a lisp.
ÒYes. Very good,Ó Song Li said. Ted and Wendy turned toward the
Asian woman. They watched as she pierced a small bottle with a needle.
The syringe sucked up the fluid from the bottle. Song Li drew out the
needle. She depressed the plunger slightly. The needle was pointed at
Wendy and the fluid squirted her. As if by some perverse logic, it hit her
right nipple.
ÒOh!Ó Wendy nearly screamed.
ÒThose may be pierced also,Ó Song Li said. She aimed for WendyÕs
other nipple and, showing expert skill, squirted it with the syringe.
ÒGood shot,Ó Ted complimented the Asian. Song Li smiled.
ÒI have pierced many mouths, and quite a few nipples, even some
cunts,Ó she said. ÒLaura will have herself pierced in all those places, in
time. Each one will be an erotic experience. A man will pay handsomely
to watch her suffering, even as I have someone service his cock.Ó
ÒExcuse me,Ó Ted said. There was a sudden haste in his voice. As all
three females watched he yanked down his zipper. He dug with his fingers
into his fly. A moment later, torn from his pants like some huge unwieldy
piston, he produced his cock. It was 12 inches, not a fraction less.
WendyÕs eyes glowed as she saw it.
ÒOh my!Ó Wendy gasped. She dropped to her knees. With newly
skilled fingers and a soft, yielding mouth, she attacked him. A moment
later Ted was inside her. He felt Wendy urgently trying to take him down
into her throat.
There was a soft whirring sound. A second after Wendy let out a
shrill cry. Ted popped out of her mouth. WendyÕs hands flew back to the
bare nakedness of her bottom, framed by her delicate lace-thin garter and
the tops of her black silk stockings.
ÒOhoooooo!Ó Wendy yelled.
ÒThat is for sucking without permission,Ó Song Li said. Her voice
was no longer soft. It was sharp, like the voice of some woman in the
army, in Chairman MaoÕs army. ÒLaura and I are not merely props in some
slightly enhanced version of your lovemaking,Ó Song Li told the blonde.
ÒYou will obey me, and my assistant too. Take off your garters and
stockings. I want you completely naked. Do not think you can suck your
lover and rub your little dell and then depart. You are here for the night,
the whole night.Ó She looked at Ted. She looked at his cock poking out
through his pants, then at his eyes. ÒTake off your clothes,Ó she said. ÒI
have seen men like you before. You wish to expose just the main part of
yourself, your big penis, and as soon as your lover has brought you off you
wish to zip up and leave. That will not happen here.Ó
Trembling a little, Ted obeyed. He could see his cock wiggling as he
obeyed, shivering with his pulse, the flesh all ruddy and hard. Wendy
obeyed also, her small hands undoing her garters and relieving herself of
her stockings, her bosoms quivering, her soft long legs tenuous in their
movements, like a new yearling fresh in the field, still unsteady. Ted took
off his pants and shirt and tossed them down onto the floor, next to
WendyÕs things. When they were finished undressing Laura put down her
cane on the dresser. She picked up their clothes. She carried them into
the parlor. With careful hands she folded them neatly and laid them on the
couch they had been sitting on, the couch with the low coffee table in
front of it where their cups sat. Ted gazed at the small china cups in
which Song Li had served them tea. They were so fragile-looking, so
delicate. It was hard to believe that the same woman who had spoken to
him so softly in the parlor was now able to command him, her voice
coming out quick and harsh, a needle in her hand and a cane lying waiting
on top of the dresser.
Laura walked back into the room. Wordlessly she looked at Song Li.
The Asian woman nodded. It was a signal, Ted realized, and Laura began to
undress. She did not take off her hat but instead began with her jacket,
pulling it off her small slender frame, Song Li stepping forward to help
her out of the garment and folding it and laying it down on the floor.
Wendy moved close to Ted, and took his hand. She did not grip it as hard
this time. Her eyes glanced down at his cock. He felt her body against his,
tremulous, her left side pressing against his right. He was aware of the
jut of of her young breasts. He wondered what they would taste like when
he first put them to his mouth, sucking her nipples for the first time.
Previously he had wanted to do this but she had always been too shy,
servicing him instead with her mouth, quick with her lips and hands so
that his lust would be sated, and her virginity remain intact, even to the
point of disallowing him the taste of her nipples. He wondered again, as
he stared at Laura undressing, how he had managed to get her to come to
this place. And then he realized the answer. In her quest for virgin purity
Laura needed something special for her coming out, for her deflowering. It
could not simply be a tryst in a hotel bedroom, even in Hong Kong. It had
to be a truly unique event and, bizarrely, she had let him lead her here to
this place, where, even though they were promised the most awful of
trials, they were nonetheless surrounded by beauty and delicacy. In the
midst of oriental perfection they would suffer together, sojourners on a
carnal quest.
Laura finished undressing. Unlike Ted and Wendy, however, when the
brunette had stripped she was not entirely naked. She still had her hat
and, stretched across her small slender body, she wore a kind of uniform.
It was made of leather. It was a teddy. It traversed the front of her body
from the undersides of her bosoms down to her crotch. It was skimpy,
leaving her sides bare, where her lightly fleshed ribs showed. It also left
her hips bare, covering only her belly and pubis, and reaching up to the
curves of her breasts. As for her breasts, they were not covered by the
teddy. Instead the garment looped around them, like a bra that had been
completely cut away except for its outline. LauraÕs bosoms jutted with
firm pride through this cutaway bra, which was part of her teddy. Her
nipples were excited by her nudity and they stood out like cherry-tipped
peaks on the tips of her creamy breasts. Laura picked up the cane. She
held it in front of her wiggly naked tits and Ted realized their
vulnerability. A missed stroke of the cane might cause the whippy rod to
spring back and strike Laura on her tits. It would be painful, the rod
causing an immediate welt on her perfect skin. Laura sensed TedÕs
thoughts and Song Li, staring into his eyes, did to.
ÒYes,Ó Song Li said. ÒHere we play with danger. The most private
parts of ourselves are exposed, to the most wicked things. Imagine
LauraÕs switch not on your ass, Ted, but instead striking your penis. How
it would hurt! And notice how LauraÕs own teddy lifts and supports her
breasts, cupping the undersides just a little to offer her perfect flesh
more completely, where the cane might cut into them and scar them. Yes,
scar them-- for while one stroke of the cane striking her flesh would welt
it, a second one, placed exactly over the first, could well cut her flesh
open, leaving a scar when it healed. Imagine her terror upon receiving the
first blow. What if the second, even if by accident, strikes her in the
same place? A permanent injury. A permanent mark.Ó
ÒYou are perverse,Ó Ted said, nonetheless admiring Laura in her
little black teddy, the brown calfskin boots still on her feet, her hat still
perched on her head. Song Li, who was standing behind the girl, suddenly
said,
ÒTurn around. What a lovely behind you have. Show it to our guests.Ó
Laura gave a shy smile. She turned and showed Ted and Wendy her ass. It
was a glorious white, like the rest of her skin, and the teddy only covered
the crack of her ass. It did not even cover it, really, for the thonged back
of the teddy was so slender that it had slipped into her ass, into the crack,
leaving the soft juddering cheeks completely naked, where Ted, in his
imagination, saw himself taking the cane to their splendor. It was a small
girlÕs bottom, like WendyÕs, a little bigger perhaps, the flesh still filling
out.
Song Li reached down to the tea table, where the flowers stood, and
where she had placed Ted and WendyÕs untouched glasses of water. She
pulled open a hidden drawer in the side of the table. She took out a collar.
It was a slim dogÕs collar. Gently she fastened it around LauraÕs neck,
pushing her curly brown hair back as she did it, admiring the way the girl
stood hesitantly and respectfully, her white skin gleaming in an overhead
Chinese lantern, her new leather teddy giving off a slight scent of
calfskin.
ÒYes. You are perfect,Ó Song Li complimented Laura. ÒNow I want
you to put down your cane and fetch the things that weÕll need. The things
for our guests.Ó Laura obeyed. Delicately she leaned the cane against the
wall, next to the glass-bead curtain, setting it down with care on the
floor, but standing, so that its tip and tassel stood at waist height. She
left the room. Ted watched her go, staring at her naked ass through the
curtain of little glass spheres. He felt a jealously emanating from Wendy,
and when Laura had disappeared out of sight he turned and kissed WendyÕs
blonde hair. Then he faced Song Li. She was staring at his penis.
ÒYou like it,Ó Ted said casually. Song Li blushed.
ÒIt is not the size, itÕs how you use it,Ó Song Li said. Her eyes
feigned disinterest.
ÒJust now you were staring at it as if you craved it,Ó Ted said.
ÒI have seen many cocks, and many of them have been quite
beautiful,Ó Song Li answered. She then began to undress. Ted and Wendy
stood there and stared, not moving, and watched the woman as she took
off each piece of her clothing. It was not merely a simple disrobing but a
display, a show. First came the gown, held in place by a butterfly clasp
which was taken off with infinite care, Song Li reverently placing the
clasp on the table next to the flowers. Then came an inner robe,
translucent, so that underneath it, even before it was removed, Ted and
Wendy could see yet one more robe. Each covered less of Song LiÕs figure.
Each was removed with a kind of delicate flourish, and placed by Song Li
on the straw mats on the floor. When at last the final robe was removed,
Song Li stood in front of them utterly naked. She wore no jewelry, no
earrings, just her bare naked skin and her painted nails on her fingers and
toes. She was divine, with a small waist that Ted was sure must have
been earned by wearing corsets from a very young age. Her hips were
womanÕs hips, broad and ready for putting forth children. Her breasts
were big, unlike most Asian womanÕs, and Ted wondered if deep in her past
Song Li didnÕt have some Russian blood in her, fat-caloried Babushka blood
that, in this instance, had served her tits marvelously well. Song Li
moved her hands up to her breasts. Ted remarked to himself how small the
womanÕs hands were in comparison to her breasts. He found it hard to
belive that the woman would be able to hurt him with such little, fragile
hands. But her nails were sharp, like talons.
Laura returned. She brought with her a large leather bag. Grunting
slightly, she set it down on the matted floor.
ÒAh yes,Ó Song Li smiled. ÒTake the things out, Laura, so that our
guests may begin to enjoy their evening.Ó Laura complied. She opened the
bag and took out a wooden trough. She set it on the floor. Then she drew
out a bar of soap, some shaving cream and a razor. She put these on the
floor next to the trough. After this she took out a bottle of ointment, and
then other things too, including even a small collapsible three-legged
chair, which she opened and set on the floor near the trough.
ÒThe trough is for you, Ted, and the chair is for Wendy,Ó Song Li said.
Laura took several pillows out of her bag. She laid to on either side of the
trough, two more on either side of the chair. ÒTed, you will kneel on the
floor, with your penis and balls put into the trough,Ó Song Li told her
guests. ÒAs for you, dear Wendy, you would normally sit on the chair, with
your legs spread wide. But owing to your virginity, and our desire to
preserve its essence intact, you will sit on the chair backwards. You will
offer not your cunt but your bottom to us. Ted will have his penis soaped
and prepared for the night ahead while you, on the other hand, will have
your first bottom opening.Ó Song LiÕs eyes glanced at Ted, then back at
Wendy. ÒIt will only be a small plug,Ó Song Li told Wendy.
The blonde shivered. She clutched at Ted, holding him around his
waist now, pressing her tits into his side as her hands held him just above
his rock-hard cock.
ÒDo as she says,Ó Ted told the blonde. He pulled her arms off him.
He knelt down on the pillows. Immediately his balls fell into the trough,
and his cock lay along its length. Ted felt the wood supporting his
testicles, his family jewels, hard wood against his too-easily injured
balls. It was a strange and wonderful feeling, the vulnerability of his dick
and balls against carved wood. Next to him, feeling shy and awkward at
remaining standing, Wendy knelt. She put her knees on the pillow on either
side of the collapsible chair. She settled her cunt in its seat, which was
made of wood like the trough. She leaned forward so that her weight
rested on the back of the chair, her breasts separated by the chairÕs
narrow back and left to hang. Her nipples were stiff, twin cherried points
aiming themselves at the floor. In back, at the base of her slim inward
curving back, her bottom bulbed. Its twin halves were forced apart by her
posture. Ted gazed into the crack of her offered ass, as did Song Li and
Laura.
ÒVery good,Ó Song Li said. She picked up the two water glasses. The
first she spilled into TedÕs trough, the water hitting his penis. It was
cold. He gasped. Ice cubes fell onto his dick in the trough as the water
was spilled on him There they lay, torturing his hot cock with their awful
chill. It did not take Ted but a moment to reach for one with his hand. But
Song Li cleared her throat, a kind of high-pitched utterance of disapproval.
Laura went to the dresser. Ted dropped the cube on the floor but Song Li
picked it up and put it back in the trough, on top of the pulsing shaft of his
penis, where it sat precariously balanced, melting over his throbbing skin.
Laura came back from the dresser. In her hands she dangled two pairs of
handcuffs. Song Li took one pair from her. As Wendy uttered a cry of
dismay Song Li bent down and drew back the girlÕs hands and cuffed them.
Laura did the same to Ted. Neither lover protested as much as they might,
each feeling the shock of the steel, hating it and yet at the same time
entranced by it. Song Li picked up the water glass that was still full and
went around to WendyÕs front, where she lay precariously bent over the
chair.
ÒClose your eyes,Ó Song Li said to Wendy. When the girl had obeyed,
Song Li tossed the full glass of water into her face.
ÒOhhhh!Ó Wendy shouted.
ÒBe quiet!Ó Song Li snapped. ÒI have told you about the proper use of
a womanÕs mouth in Asia. It is not for speaking!Ó Laura went back to the
dresser. She returned with a simple gag, composed of a leather strap and
a ball. She gave it to Song Li. Her large breasts quavering as she bent
over yet again, shivering with a kind of excited delight, Song Li ordered
Wendy to open her mouth. The girl refused. Song Li reached with her
delicate hands and, showing amazing strength, pried open WendyÕs lips.
Then she got the girlÕs teeth apart. She put the sphere part of the gag into
WendyÕs mouth. It was big and the size of it distended WendyÕs mouth
further, nearly dislocating her jaw. The girl uttered a frightened yelp.
Quickly Song Li finished the job, tying the cords of the gag behind WendyÕs
head, against her blonde hair. Wendy struggled against the gag, shaking
her head. But it was no use. Her arms were cuffed behind her and she
could not spit out the gag, hard though she tried. Ted, his own hands
cuffed, his cock and balls gently held in the narrow confines of the wooden
trough, laughed.
ÒHow sweet and virginal you look, with that gag protecting your
mouth from my penis,Ó Ted told Wendy. This seemed to quiet the girl a
little. Despite a trail of saliva that appeared in one corner of her mouth,
making her look messy, and the way her hair was now disheveled in back,
with the cord tied across the back of her head, she seemed to relish the
protection the gag afforded her lips and mouth. No cock or, for that
matter, syringe could take her there as long as the gag was in place.
But WendyÕs peace-of-mind was short-lived. Laura next drew out a
plug from the black bag sheÕd brought in, and a bottle of oil. She
unscrewed the cap on the bottle of oil. Carefully she dripped it on the end
of the plug. What really set Wendy to mewling, as she glanced backward
over her shoulder, was the size of the plug. It was composed of a long
cylinder, at least a foot long, with a half-dozen balls spread out along it.
The first ball was small. But the second was bigger, and the third bigger
still, all the way to the last, which was the size of a fist. A big fist, like
a boxer might have.
ÒYes, little Wendy,Ó Song Li said. ÒThe first of those balls might
prove difficult, for a virgin ass like yours, but imagine the next, and the
next!Ó WendyÕs hands clutched at her bottom. Her crack tightened,
drawing the spread halves of her cheeks together. Song Li shook her head.
ÒWhy do you resist so?Ó Song Li asked the girl. ÒIt is an easy enough thing
to collar you and raise your hands, dear Wendy. Tonight you will learn that
obedience, getting into the spirit of things, will be a far better path for
you than refusal.Ó Song Li nodded to Laura. The girl stepped to the
doorway and picked up her cane. She swished it through the air. Alarmed,
not wanting to have her hands struck, Wendy released her bottom. But a
moment later, as Laura measured the cane across her behind, Wendy again
clutched her ass.
ÒAh, the sweet expediency of torture,Ó Song Li breathed. ÒShe
cannot decide which she prefers, stinging hands or a stinging bottom.Ó
ÒPlease, donÕt,Ó Ted said, his voice suddenly compassionate.
ÒOh, her masterÕs voice,Ó Song Li said. She turned to Ted. ÒWould
you prefer the cane on your penis, sir? I will have Laura spare her if you
will put yourself in harmÕs way instead.Ó Ted gazed at Wendy, her neck
craned back and looking at him, her eyes wild. He looked at Laura. He
looked at Song Li. His penis twitched in the wooden trough, the ice almost
melted now. Finally, he said,
ÒNo. Go ahead. Hit her if you must.Ó
WHACKKKK! LauraÕs cane slammed into WendyÕs hands. The girl
howled, despite the gag stuffed into her mouth, her scream coming out the
corners of her mouth, the swollen distended saliva-stained corners. She
yanked her hands off her ass. There was no mark on her bottom but her
hands were on fire. Desperately she shook them, at the same time openly
wondering, with her big staring eyes, whether the cane had broken her
fingers.
ÒAh, the first screams of the night,Ó Song Li said. She closed her
eyes. She listened as WendyÕs cries of pain became muffled sobs. ÒDo not
stop up your nose with your snot, crying like that, or you will suffocate
with that ball in your mouth,Ó Song Li told Wendy. She turned to Laura,
when WendyÕs crying had finally subsided. ÒWash that manÕs penis,Ó she
told the young English girl. ÒHe is callous and cruel to offer the girl in
place of himself but here cruelty is rewarded. Wet him thoroughly with
your mouth and tongue. Then soap him, and after that use the shaving
cream and the razor to shave off his hair. I want his cock naked, so that
we may more completely admire it. Of course,Ó she added, ÒIf he proves
disobedient in any way, the razor can always be used to give him a more
modest sized dick.Ó Song Li laughed. Laura giggled. The next half hour
was torture for Ted, as he watched the young English girl slowly shave
him. His cock quivered in her hands. She applied the razor to the root of
him, carefully and with great respect, but it was clear from the gleam in
her mistressÕ eyes that there was nothing standing between him and the
worst form of gelding. A word from Song Li, and he would be finished.
Laura might be too afraid to cut him but she would not hesitate to hand
the sharp blade over to Song Li, so thoroughly did that woman have the
naive young thing in her grasp. And there was always the possibility of
accident. Laura was new, her hands trembling with both passion and fear
as she shaved Ted. A mere slip, unintended, and Ted would also be done
for.
ÒGeez, talk about being right on the edge,Ó Ted groaned. His voice
made his cock shake. Laura let out a frightened gasp.
ÒDonÕt do that! DonÕt talk,Ó Laura warned Ted. Her hands, slippery
with soap and with lather, moved unsteadily across his skin.
ÒThis is nothing,Ó Song Li said. ÒThis is simply the mat room. Wait
until you see the next room.Ó
ÒWh- What is in the next room?Ó Ted asked.
ÒI told you not to talk!Ó Laura said, her voice high and frantic. Ted
felt the razor sharp against his skin. HeÕd nearly cut himself in two again
with that statement, his dick wiggling once more from his voice in his
throat.
ÒShhhh!Ó Laura insisted. Slowly she finished her work, so that when
she was done Ted looked like a newborn, except that his dick was much too
large for a baby.
Song Li picked up the butt plug. It had been allowed to sit on the tea
table while Laura shaved Ted. Now, kissing the object lightly, Song Li
knelt down behind Wendy. The girl flinched. A scream sounded deep in her
throat. Her breasts shook. She clutched her ass anew. Song Li watched as
the girl tightened her bottom, the crack in it becoming desperately tight.
Song Li stroked WendyÕs back.
ÒYou must be opened, dear, and that is the way of it,Ó Song Li told
Wendy. ÒDo not make me have Laura hit you again. Take your hands off
your ass. Show me the beauty of your cheeks. You are lucky you didnÕt
have a finger broken last time. DonÕt try my patience any more than you
have.Ó
And so, with a gritting whine, and high-pitched muffled protests,
Wendy took the first of the balls on the plug. A small wooden stand was
set up behind the girl, to hold the rest of the plug, the other five balls that
still waited to be stuffed up her ass. Meanwhile Ted, feeling a greater
urgency in his balls, began to lightly slide his cock along the wet base of
the trough.
ÒOh, you are horny,Ó Laura said. Ted grimaced. He was making
masturbatory fucking motions with his hips, but he couldnÕt help himself.
The wood felt so good against the underside of his cock! If only the sides
of the trough were a little narrower, he might be able to truly enjoy
himself.
ÒWhat are you doing with your penis?Ó Song Li snapped at Ted. She
had risen from Wendy, having lodged the plug up in her ass, up to the first
little ball. She was taking kleenex out of the bag and wiping her hands.
ÒIÕm trying to cum,Ó Ted said frankly. ÒIÕve had a marvelous night
and I want your girl to bring me off now.Ó Song Li raised an eyebrow.
Laura blushed. ÒWhat a night,Ó Ted gasped. ÒI never came so close to
danger. And thanks for doing her,Ó Ted said of Wendy. ÒIÕm going to fuck
her brains out as soon as we get back to the hotel.Ó
ÒYou wish for Laura to make you cum,Ó Song Li said.
ÒYes,Ó Ted urged. ÒI canÕt leave here like this. IÕm too excited. Just
have her bring me off. Then Wendy and I will go. I realize you might not
want me to fuck your girl, thatÕs okay. IÕve had a marvelous night and I
really enjoyed seeing her.Ó
ÒHavenÕt you been listening?Ó Song Li asked Ted. The man looked
surprised, as he continued to bone the trough, pleasurably but quite
uselessly.
ÒHuh?Ó Ted answered.
ÒYouÕre not being released until IÕm finished with you,Ó Song Li told
Ted. ÒDid you think by paying a fee you could do whatever you wanted?
Did you think this was all some sort of an act, a weird play for your
benefit? No, dear Ted. I too have my needs. You and little Wendy have
only begun to enjoy my care. But because of our misunderstanding I will
do you a favor. I will shackle your feet, and WendyÕs, so that neither of
you can even think of leaving.Ó
ÒBut--!Ó Ted said, a note of desperation entering his voice.
ÒThey must be hobbled,Ó Song Li told Laura. ÒFetch the irons.Ó
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