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   _________________________________ A House in the Woods - Mai (M/F, oral,
anal, pierce, best, rough) (C)Copyright 2005 - Shakes Peer2B
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   My fishing trip to the small lake on my property had been a success,
both in terms of relaxation and of providing for my table.  I had a nice
string of pan-sized Bream and Crappie that I was looking forward to frying
up for dinner.  Amy was due to spend the night, and I was anticipating a
relaxing evening of sharing her with my pals, Czar and Caesar.

   As I entered the clearing at the back of the house, both dogs alerted
and took off like the ghostly predators they were.  Czar went around the
house to the right, while Caesar took off to the left.  That meant that
someone was either in the front yard or just coming up the drive.

   I threw the stringer of fish in the water trough and drew my sidearm. 
Today I was carrying the Desert Eagle fitted with the .50AE Caliber six
inch barrel.  The eight shot magazine and 350 grain slugs gave me enough
stopping power for even the most ornery of bears.  Normally, the bears and
I leave each other alone, but it was never safe to assume that uneasy truce
would hold, so when I was out and about I liked to carry some heavy
artillery.

   I hadn't gotten any signals on my remote from the alarm system, so I was
pretty sure the house was secure.  I slipped through the back door, holding
the screen so it wouldn't slam shut.  A feminine shriek, followed by a
tense, but calmer, male voice told me the boys had corralled their prey.  I
made my way to the front of the house and stood in the shadows of the front
hallway for a few moments to study my uninvited guests.

   The girl would have been on the ground by now with one of the dogs at
her throat had the guy not been keeping her panic in check by sheer force
of will.  He didn't really know what to do in this situation, either, but
he was determined not to let her get eaten.  The placating motions he made
with his right hand as his left arm protectively circled the girl were more
likely to lose him some fingers than calm the dogs.  His attempts to edge
the two of them back toward the car were also inciting my two Wolf-Malamute
mix companions, since they knew I would not want to allow intruders to
leave without discussing, in detail, the reason for their visit.

   "Freeze where you are." I told them calmly, still without revealing
myself.  At this point, since I wasn't expecting visitors, I didn't much
care whether the dogs ate them or not, but I was curious.  The girl would
have made little more than a snack for them, but from the look of her, it
would have been a tasty one.  The guy, on the other hand, would have been a
banquet.

   He stood about a foot taller than she did, around six feet, and had the
look of someone who worked out regularly but ate just a bit more than his
body burned.  His dirty blonde hair was almost as long as her silken black
tresses.

   They did as I said, but the young lady couldn't help herself.

   "Mr.  Bren..." she started when a warning growl from Caesar cut her off.
She shrank back against the blonde dude.

   "Don't move.  Don't talk unless I ask a question." I told them.

   Since my examination had not revealed any weapons, and more importantly,
had not shown either of them to be standing or moving like they had a
weapon, I stepped out on the porch, Desert Eagle still in hand.  (A person
carrying a concealed weapon will instinctively position his or her body in
a way that will allow access to draw the weapon when threatened.  An astute
observer can notice the differences in posture.)

   As I approached, I noticed the guy going into a karate stance - until
Czar voiced his displeasure with a throaty growl.  The dogs had watched me
work out often enough to know what that stance meant.

   "Why are you trespassing on my property?" I asked.  Not the friendliest
of greetings, but people who knew me also knew to call ahead before coming
out.

   "Um, my uh, friend Katy said you might be able to help me - us - with a
little problem." The girl took the lead, giving me an opportunity to
examine her more closely.  Her ass-length black hair and square-cut
schoolgirl bangs set off her pretty asian features nicely, making her look
a few years younger than she probably was.  Something in her breathing and
body language told me that the danger of the situation was exciting her
sexually.  A quick look at my boys, and their twitching noses and emerging
erections confirmed my suspicions.

   "Katy who?" I asked, walking slowly around the pair.

   "Katy Ellis-Kingman." she answered.

   I grinned.  "So she actually married that jock she was dating, huh?"

   "More like indentured him!" The young lady's face twisted into a strange
expression.  "She bosses him around like a queen with a servant, and he
eats it up."

   "As well she should." I smiled, knowing what she apparently did not
about Josh and Katy's relationship (See HIW: Joshua and Katy).  "She didn't
tell you to call ahead?"

   The young lady blushed.  "Well, yes, but I wrote it down in a hurry and
couldn't read my writing."

   "So what brings you here." I kept waiting for the guy to speak up, but
the girl seemed to be in charge.

   "Well, it's um, hard to um, talk about..." She began.

   "If Katy sent you, it's about a sexual matter." I told her, feeling a
little irritated and thinking of the fish that still needed cleaning. 
"There's no one else to hear, so spit it out and quit wasting my time."

   "Uh, y-yes sir." She stammered.  "It's well, you see, my boyfriend Jim,"
she indicated her protective companion, "Jim Andrews, that is.  And by the
way, I'm Mai.  Mai Hart."

   She stuck out a hand which I ignored.

   "Mai..." I mused.  "A Japanese name.  Do you know its meaning?"

   "Mom said it meant 'Brightness.'" She replied, puzzled as to why I
cared.

   I already knew the name's meaning, but I wanted to get a clearer picture
of who I was dealing with.

   "Was your mother a romantic," I asked, "or did she not know that your
name comprises two separate word plays on terms of endearment?"

   She looked puzzled when she answered.  "Well, 'My Heart' is obvious, and
she knew about that one, but I don't..."

   "'Hart' is a male red deer." I filled in for her, "'Deer,' 'Dear,' 'My
Dear.' She probably didn't realize that because most people don't think
about the meanings or origins of surnames in this country.  Continue."

   "Well, anyway," she said, pausing to backtrack to the original topic,
"Jim is a really nice guy, and well, he's kind of too nice.  I mean, most
of the time, that's really sweet, and I love him for it, but when it comes
to, uh, you know, in the bedroom, well, he, that is, I, well he's just too
nice."

   "You mean he's not assertive enough?" I asked, still pacing around the
motionless couple.

   She shrugged, "Well, yeah, but it's, I mean I want him to, you know, not
worry so much about hurting me."

   I stopped in front of her, looking down into her eyes.  "You want him to
take what he wants from you, without regard for your feelings?  You want
him to be, what, a Neanderthal?"

   There was a pleading hunger in her eyes as she nodded.

   "So what's you're problem, boy?" I turned to him.  "You've got this
young lady begging you to have your way with her and you don't take her up
on it?  Are you gay?"

   "No!" He retorted, turning red, "It's just, well look at me!  Look how
big I am next to her!  I'll hurt her!"

   "But she WANTS you to hurt her, don't you Mai?" I glanced down to see
her gazing at him and nodding solemnly.

   What I was going to say next was interrupted by another car coming up
the path that serves as my driveway.  From the dogs' reaction, I knew it
must be Amy.

   "Ah, just in time!" I said as she got out of the car and came to kneel
at my feet.  "Stand, Amy.  I need you to do something for me."

   I whispered instructions in her ear and sent her, grinning, off to the
house.

   "Amy!" I said to her back, "Don't forget what you're supposed to do
before entering the house!"

   She turned, gave a nervous glance at the other two, then at me, and
replied, "Yes, sir!"

   Mai and Jim watched, astounded, as Amy mounted the porch, then stopped
to remove her clothes, folding them neatly before entering my home.

   "Where were we?" I asked rhetorically as I returned my attention to my
uninvited guests.  "Ah yes!  How can you be so cruel, Jim?  Can't you see
that your girlfriend has certain needs?  I'll bet she even has a safeword
already picked out, don't you Mai?"

   "Um, yes sir." She replied, a little shocked.  "How did you know?"

   "I know a submissive slut when I see one, girl." I replied, assuming the
role she wanted for her boyfriend.  "Amy is my slave.  I acquired her in
the cafe where she works as a waitress.  You think I don't know what you
are?  Tell me your safeword.  NOW!"

   She jumped a little at the hard edge in my voice, and Jim started to get
protective again.

   "Uh, Plumeria, sir!" Mai responded.  "It's a..."

   "...flower used for, among other things, making Hawaiian leis." I said
impatiently.  "When I ask a question, just answer it.  Don't EVER assume
I'm stupid again, girl!  You got that?"

   "You don't need to be so hard on her!" Jim jumped in, still not getting
it.

   I jacked the slide on the Desert Eagle I still held in my hand, holding
it up but not pointing it at him.  I didn't want any accidents.  "Back off,
boyfriend, or get the fuck out of here.  If you had the balls to treat her
right, she wouldn't be coming to me, so do yourself a favor: watch and
learn, but don't get in my face!"

   Between the handgun and the snarling of my companions, he figured he was
outnumbered, and subsided, but I could tell he was still smoldering.  His
stance and body language told me he had some martial arts training and was
itching to use it in defense of his helpless girlfriend.

   "So, Mai," I turned back to her, but kept him in my peripheral vision,
"You want me to teach Billy Bad Ass, here, how a fragile flower like you
needs to be treated, is that right?"

   "Y-yes sir."

   "You know that this is going to be very painful, right?" I asked.

   She swallowed hard, but answered, "Yes, sir."

   "You know that I am going to do things to you that will humiliate you,
as well as being painful?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "And you want me to do these things, and teach Jimbo here how to do
them?"

   "Yes, sir."

   Amy returned, carrying a tote bag with the things I had asked her to
fetch.  She knelt submissively at my feet while Mai and Jim tried not to
stare at her naked form.

   "You're sure you want me to do this?" I asked again.  "To treat you like
a slut and teach your boyfriend how to do the same?"

   "Yes, sir." She replied.  "More than anything, sir!"

   "Okay."

   Jim was unprepared for the elbow I slammed into his solar plexus, which
jacknifed his body and allowed me to knock him out while he gasped for air.

   "Shut up, slut." I told Mai as she started screaming.  "This guy is far
too protective of you to stand by and watch while I do what I'm about to
do, so I'm making sure he can watch without interfering and getting himself
seriously injured by me or the dogs."

   With Amy's help, I undressed him and chained him, standing, to one of
the log posts that supported the porch and its roof.  I gave Amy her
instructions and sent her to fetch some water.  He came around quickly
enough when the water was thrown on his naked body, and tried to lash out
at me.  Finding both hands and feet chained to the post, he resorted to
angry threats.

   I gave Caesar a hand signal, and he casually walked up to the shouting
boyfriend and took his cock between his teeth, not yet applying much
pressure.  That was enough to shut him up temporarily.

   "Listen to me, boy." I told him.  "If you love this girl, you will keep
your mouth shut and learn from what you're about to see.  Mai needs
something from you, but you and your pig-headed sense of chivalry are
keeping it from her.  Now watch and keep your mouth shut."

   Amy took Caesar's place, filling her soft, warm mouth with Jim's cock.

   I turned back to Mai without warning, grabbed the t-shirt she wore, and
tore it from her body.  She gasped and tried to cover her breasts with her
hands.  Jim started yelling again, and struggling against his chains.  Amy
playfully slapped his balls a couple of times, giving him something else to
worry about.

   "From now until I release you," I told her, stepping behind her and
forcing her arms above her head, holding both slender wrists in one
calloused hand while Jim watched the other roam freely over her B-cup
bosom. It was a nice, firm bosom, and under other circumstances I would
have loved to play there longer.  "You are mine.  I will do what I want
with you and you have only one recourse."

   "Mai!" Jim shouted, struggling again.  "You son of a bitch!" His voice
broke into a high-pitched scream as Amy bit down hard on his scrotum

   "Don't talk to my Master like that!" she scolded.

   Mai shivered as I pinched and pulled at her eraser-sized nipples.  I
stripped her shorts down to her ankles and made her step out of them.  Jim,
still cursing under his breath, in spite of himself, now sported about
seven inches of hard meat as Amy continued her expert oral manipulations.

   "You can stop anything by using your safeword." I told her, staying
behind her so Jim could watch as my hand slid under her thong and played
between her legs.  "But think twice about that."

   I withdrew my hand to show her boyfriend the moisture running down my
middle finger.  "This could be you, Jimmy boy.  This little bitch is hotter
than a two-dollar pistol but she needs her man to BE a man.  Since you
won't, I guess I'll have to."

   "If you use your safeword," I continued.  speaking to Mai, and reached
into the bag that Amy had brought to remove my favorite cat, "You will
receive ten lashes with this."

   I trailed the oiled, knotted strands across her breasts so she could
feel their weight and get an idea of how they would swing.

   "Don't you dare hit her with that!" There was a note of desperation in
Jim's voice now, but his erection bobbed in front of Amy's face as her
nails toyed with the shaft.

   "You have done nothing to deserve it, but I always feel it best to let a
new slut feel my lash at the beginning so she knows what she's facing and
doesn't use her safeword unnecessarily." I told the dark haired girl.  "I
will give you three lashes now, just so you know what they feel like.  Lace
your fingers behind your head and keep them there."

   She did as I commanded, and I savored the sight of the flawless expanse
of skin on her back as I measured off my swing distance.  She shrieked as
the first blow landed high on her back, but managed to keep her hands in
place.  With the second lash, across her buttocks, her hands dropped
protectively behind her as she cried out.  I had anticipated this and
without pause, gave her the third lash backhand, across her cute, bobbing
breasts.

   Jim was struggling in his chains and hollering for me to stop hurting
his girl, but Amy applied a little pressure with her own teeth to remind
him that the dogs weren't the only ones that could bite.

   As Mai reached for her chest, shrieking from the pain, I gave her a hard
shove that sent her to her knees in the grass.

   "Open!" I commanded.

   Mai's mouth opened, but whether it was to question my command or to
obey, I never found out.  My rising cock slipped unerringly between her
trembling lips.  Without using undue force, but never pausing, I sank the
entire shaft into her throat.  Her tears and struggles against her gag
reflex had Jim straining at his chains again.

   "You bastard!" He cried, "How can you do that to her!?"

   Amy took that opportunity to shove her middle finger up his ass, taking
his mind, temporarily at least, off Mai's struggles.

   The tiny Amer-Asian was finally beginning to regain some control as my
shaft, stimulated by the working of her mouth and throat achieved full
rigidity.

   "Ever been face-fucked, slut?" I asked, holding her in place with a
handful of silky black hair.

   Her movements were restricted, but she managed to wag her skull
side-to-side, staring wide-eyed at my face through her tears.  The mascara
running down her face made her look every bit the victim she wanted to be.

   "Well, you won't be able to say that after today..." I told her,
beginning a long, slow stroking, in and out of her tightly stretched
throat.

   Mai had apparently given enough blowjobs to know that scraping teeth
were taboo, but my cock, being somewhat longer and thicker than her
boyfriend's made keeping her teeth out of the way a real struggle.  Her
gagging and heaving were slowly subsiding, and she finally learned the
trick of breathing on the outstroke, though her face changed color several
times in the process.

   I glanced at Jim and noticed that Amy was whispering in his ear, one
hand busy at his backside while the other stroked his cock.  I don't know
what she was saying, but it apparently had him more interested in sex than
in coming to Mai's rescue, for the moment.

   The sight of that beautiful, tiny, Asian face absorbing the entire
length of my cock excited me tremendously, and I was tempted to unload down
her throat, but I had to hold off if I was going to complete my
demonstration for Jim.

   I pulled my dick from her mouth and stepped around behind the diminutive
girl, ordering her to hands and knees.  Ripping her thong down her thighs,
I entered her in one hard stroke.  As I suspected, her pussy was even
wetter than when I played with it earlier.  Her tiny body trembled under my
hands, in fear and arousal.

   Without finesse or any sort of technique, other than animal passion, I
drilled my cock deep into her core, savagely raping her cunt as she wailed
in pain and passion.  I wrapped her long black hair in one hand and used it
to pull her head up and drag her body back against me as I slammed
repeatedly into her dripping pussy.

   Jim, I could tell, was torn between his own lust and his protective
instinct.  To try to put things in perspective for him, I asked Mai, "Do
you want to use your safeword, slut?  Am I being too rough on you?"

   "NO SIR!" She cried.  "Not rough enough!"

   Jim's jaw dropped.  "Mai?!" he almost choked on her name.  "How can you
let him do that to you!"

   "You want more?" I hissed, pulling out of her.  "Okay, let's see how you
like a little of this..."

   So saying, I touched the head of my cock to her anus and shoved it all
the way into her guts in one long, firm plunge.

   Without waiting for her screams of pain to subside, I began pistoning
rapidly in and out of Mai's little ass, my cock, somewhat larger than her
boyfriend's, looking like a telephone pole as it plundered her rectum.

   "Stop it, you son of a bitch!" Jim cried, getting rambunctious again. 
"You're killing her!"

   As Mai's pain began to subside, and she started to feel as if she might
survive, I pulled her head up again, so Jim could see her face, and asked,
"Rough enough now?"

   "Almost, sir!" She replied, gritting her teeth and slamming her butt
back against me to show her boyfriend that she was enjoying the rough
treatment.

   "Good answer!" I told her, as I jerked my aching cock from her tiny
anus.

   Jim's jaw hung down around his chest while his hard on almost slapped
his belly, untouched by Amy who was running her hands over his body as she
whispered to him.

   I gave a signal to Caesar, who had been waiting for the chance, and he
mounted Mai instantly.  The diminutive girl gave a startled shriek as she
felt the furry warmth of the giant beast settle on her back and buttocks. A
look of consternation screwed up her features as my pal wrapped his
forelegs around her little waist and began searching for an opening.

   "NO!  Godamnit!" Jim cried.  "That's going too far!  Stop this right
now!"

   His bobbing erection, however, never lost a whit of its rigor.

   "Do you remember your safeword?" I asked her.

   "Yes, sir!"

   "Do you want to use it?" I was watching Jim as I asked the question,
since I was fairly certain what her answer would be.

   "N-no, sir!"

   "Then you'd better raise up a little unless you want him in your cute
little butt." I told her.  "He'd love that, but you might not appreciate
having his knot forced through that little pucker of yours."

   Mai's eyes got huge in her delicate face, and by the alacrity with which
she cocked her hips and pressed her buttocks against Caesar's belly, I
could tell that she understood what the knot was, but hadn't thought about
it in connection with herself.

   Jim was going berserk, trying futilely to break the chains that held
him, and/or tear the post out of the porch.  Amy gave his balls a hearty
squeeze from behind, but none of it had any effect at all on his rigid
shaft.

   I watched as Caesar's long, red, dripping cock slipped it's pointy tip
between Mai's pussy lips.  As soon as he felt the warm wetness, Caesar
shifted his hind feet to get better leverage, then slammed his full length
into the pale, tiny bitch he was mating.

   Mai gave a startled cry, at both the heat and the ferocity of his
assault, but having been stretched by my shaft, she was not ill-prepared
for the onslaught.  Almost immediately, Caesar's knot began to blossom near
the base of his cock, and for about four strokes, he savored the delicious
friction as it slipped in and out of Mai's little pussy.  On the last
inward plunge, Caesar achieved the state he lived for - locked securely to
his bitch.  Now he could tread to his heart's content, enjoying the
additional friction caused by the girl's overstretched vagina wrapped
glove-tight around his softball sized knot.

   "Rough enough now, little girl?" I asked.

   Mai gave me a wan smile as she replied, "Just barely, sir!"

   I left them there, knowing that Caesar would be at it for a good twenty
minutes before he allowed himself to impregnate his bitch.  Mounting the
porch, I pulled one of the cane-bottomed rockers up close to Jim's back and
relaxed in it, rocking gently as I watched Mai becoming more and more
appreciative of my companion's skill as a lover.

   "So, Jimbo," I asked conversationally, "what do you think of your
girlfriend now?"

   "She's a goddamned whore!" He spluttered, spittle flying from his mouth.

   "Really?" I asked, still keeping my tone conversational.  "Is she any
different than she was before you came here?"

   "Goddamn right she is!" Jim would have been foaming at the mouth if he
had just a few canine genes.  "She used to be a very nice girl!  Now look
what you've turned her into!"

   "What's different about her?" I queried.

   "LOOK at her!" He yelled, not noticing or not caring about the tears in
Mai's eyes as she heard his words.  "She's fucking a goddamn dog!  How low
can she get?"

   "Actually, Jim, the dog, who happens to be one of my best friends, so be
careful how you talk about him, is fucking HER." I pointed out.  "And so
what?  She came here looking for something, and she's getting at least part
of it.  How does that make her different?  Hmmm?"

   "It...!" He paused searching for words.  Not finding any, he finished
lamely.  "It just DOES!"

   "I beg to differ, sonny." I leaned forward and spoke close to his ear,
noting as I did that he was still hard as a rock, despite the fact that
Amy's jealous attention was more on Mai than on his genitals.  "Look at her
face.  I don't know her that well, but even I can tell she's putting up
with the treatment I've been giving her.  She may be physically excited,
but she's scared to death right now."

   Jim was silent for a long moment, then grudgingly admitted, "Yeah, so
what?  She's still fucking...  being fucked by a dog!"

   "Why would she do something that scares her so much, Jim?" I asked. 
"Why would she submit herself to that when she could stop it with a word?"

   He didn't want to concede that I might have a point, but he knew his
girlfriend.

   "She's trying to prove a point." He sighed.  "Mai's like that.  She's
usually shy and demure, but when she gets it in her head to do something,
there's not much that will stop her."

   "This is going pretty far, even for a willful person, don't you think?"
I asked, relieved that he was finally starting to think instead of letting
his emotions speak for him.

   "Yes, it is." He slumped in his chains.  "I guess she wants this pretty
badly."

   "That's always been obvious, Jim." I replied, "But do you understand
what it is that she wants from you, and are you willing to give it to her?"

   He ignored the first part of the question.  "I don't know if I can, man!
I mean, I can see how badly she wants it, but I'm still afraid of hurting
her!"

   "Is that fear for her," I asked, "or are you afraid that once you
release that beast inside you, you won't be able to control it?"

   Jim's head whipped around and he stared at me as if he'd seen a ghost.

   "How did you know?" He almost whispered.

   "All of us have a few primal urges, Jim," I told him, "and until we
release them, we don't know for certain that we can control them.  My
question for you is: Do you love this woman?  If you look deep inside
yourself and find that you do, then that love will balance out those
predatory urges.  That's what she's counting on, and why she wants you to
be the one doing these things with her.  She trusts in you - in your love
for her.  Do you?"

   "But how can I ever look at her the same way again after, after THAT?"
He shot his chin in Mai's direction as Caesar's efforts came to fruition,
and she shrieked, finally succumbing to the heat of his discharge after the
savagery of his assault, in spite of her fear.

   "Maybe you can't." I shrugged.  "Or maybe you can see it as what it is:
Role playing to heighten her sexual excitement.  Everyone has their
favorite fantasies that, if they can be acted out, enhance the sexual
experience.  For some, it's as little as enjoying having certain body parts
stimulated a certain way, or a preference for one position over others."

   "But why...  this?!" he asked.  "Why does she want to be treated like a
slut?"

   "That's a question only she can answer for you, but I can venture a
guess." I replied.  "How many times, in the course of making love, do you
ask if she's okay, or stop what you're doing because you think it's hurting
her?"

   "I don't...  Oh!" He interrupted himself.  "But I'm just trying to be
considerate of her!"

   "Sure.  And she knows that," I told him, "but how much enjoyment do you
think she gets out of being interrupted every few minutes with such
solicitous crap?  It's very sweet, but I'd bet it's damned annoying!"

   "But I just want to be sure I'm not hurting her!" He cried.

   "That's what the safeword is for, bubba!" I told him.  "You both know
the safeword, and if she doesn't use it, you're not exceeding her limits!"

   I could see the light beginning to dawn as Caesar, who is as quick to
deflate as he is to inflate, pulled his swollen red member from Mai's tiny
body and found a corner of the porch to lay down and lick himself.

   "Bring her down to the dungeon, Amy," I told my slave.  "and don't do
anything to her until I tell you."

   I added a set of handcuffs to Jim's bondage, these passing around the
post from the other direction so that when I took off the first pair, his
hands remained bound, but not to the post.  I then formed a slip knot in
leather thong and looped it around his balls from behind, running the loose
end back between his legs.  When I released his ankle cuffs, I gave a sharp
tug on the cord to let him know the consequences of sudden movement.

   "Okay, Jim," I said, guiding him up the stairs from behind with a hand
on his shoulder and the other on the ball-strap, "time for lesson number
two!"

   Both of them were distracted by the appointments in the dungeon and he
hardly noticed that I had him once again secured, this time to an X-frame.

   Mai was ogling the dungeon's fixtures, devouring their possibilities, as
I led her to a low table and bound her face up, arms and legs spread wide.

   "There is a price to pay for my services, Mai." I told her.  "I will
collect some of it from your body later, but for now, I think those cute
little tits would look even nicer with some jewelry.  This part is not
negotiable nor subject to use of your safeword.  Do I make myself clear?"

   Trembling, she nodded.

   To keep her mind at least partly off what I was doing, I put Amy's eager
tongue to work between her legs.

   "What is she doing?" Mai asked as Amy positioned her face between the
trembling girl's thighs.  "Ohmigod!  I've never...  I don't... 
OOOOOHHHHH!"

   Amy loved this part of her service almost as much as being plowed in the
ass by a large phallus, and to judge from the reaction of her 'victim,' she
was really good at it!

   To keep Mai's torso from moving too much, I ran a broad strap tightly
across her hips and two slightly smaller ones above and below her breasts.
Thanks to Amy's ministrations, she hardly noticed.

   Mai gasped when I swabbed her nipples with betadyne, just because she
wasn't expecting it, then again when the pliers stretched one of the brown
nubbins away from her chest.  The needle brought a scream and a small
orgasm, followed by others as I inserted my new design for nipple jewelry.
The other nipple elicited even stronger reactions, culminating in a fierce
climax as Amy timed her lingual assault perfectly.

   I examined my handiwork, nodding in approval as both pieces seemed to be
perfectly horizontal.

   "Stop now, Amy." I told my lovely slave.  "Let me show this young lady
what I've done to her."

   Stepping to the other side of the table so that Jim could, finally, see
what I had done to his girlfriend, I explained the pieces to both.

   "These are a modified barbell design." I told them, squeezing Mai's
right breast to show it's new adornment better.  "The only way to remove
them is to cut them off.  You'll note that the ends of the bar protrude
beyond the balls, which nestle tightly against the sides of the nipple. 
The ends of the bars are threaded.  This is to allow the addition of
accessory devices to the bar.  The simplest of these is a 'C' shaped piece,
like this, which, when added to the bar and secured with these additional
threaded balls, offers the same advantages as rings."

   I removed the 'C' rings and retrieved a pair of slightly conical disks
about the size of Mai's brown areolae.  The center of each disk was slotted
in the approximate outline of Mai's nipple and the bar that pierced it.  I
placed one of the disks on her right nipple, aligning the slot so that when
I pressed the disk into her breast, her nipple and it's new bar protruded
through the slot.  A quick quarter-turn, and the raised detents in the disk
snapped into place beneath the bar.  Mai's brown nipple was now stretched a
bit away from her body, and her areola was covered by the disk.

   After I applied the second disk, I retrieved another pair of devices,
these with moving parts."You may both decide you like these better when
you, Jim, want Mai to follow you around at the end of a leash.  When
properly attached, you will note that this sharpened, spring-loaded spike
rests just above the center of the nipple.  The clips on the end of this
chain then fasten to these two rings like so...  Why, you ask?  So that
when the chain is tugged, thusly..." I gave the chain a demonstrative yank.
"...the spikes are plunged sharply into the center of both nipples,
reminding the slut to keep up!"

   Mai cried out as the spikes dug into her nipples, but I noticed her hips
struggling to rise against the strap that held them.  Jim was speechless,
hard as a rock, and wore a thoughtful expression on his face.

   "Thinking of the possibilities, Jimbo?" I asked.  "Imagine leading the
little slut around the house like this, then tying the leash off to a chair
leg to force her to bend over its back so you can rape her hot little
butt..."

   Jim's rod twitched and dripped, and a gleam came into his eyes.

   I turned my attention back to my 'customer.' "These two are mandatory.
The third is optional, but would make a great addition to the set, and
you'll note that the third branch of the chain is already in place."

   "Third...?" Mai looked confused for a few seconds before the light came
on behind her eyes.  "Ohmigod!  Really?!  Yes, please!"

   Jim looked a bit confused.  Not to worry, he would understand soon
enough.

   I told Amy to go show our little 'customer' the other side of girl-girl
sex and got busy between Mai's legs, first with the betadyne.  I watched as
Amy's hairless pussy settled over Mai's face.  At first, Mai's head shook
from side to side in denial, but as Amy's labia brushed the tip of her cute
little nose, her tongue came out of its own volition and began to lap at
whatever part of my slave's pussy was presented to her.

   I parted the fine, almost straight black pubic hair and examined Mai's
clit.  From a box, I chose the right size attachment for her somewhat shy,
but not invisible clitoris.

   I had thought long and hard about how to design the clit hardware for
this set to properly compliment the breast adornments.  My final design
consisted of a two part rod that locked together under the sheath in the
middle of the clitoral shaft, forming a solid bar perpendicular to the
clit's body.  The plate accessory for Mai's clit ornament was more
elongated to conform with the shape of her folds, and instead of rotating
into position, the detents for the bar were integral with the two covers
that slid over the ends of the opening through which the bar passed when
the plate was attached.  Once the detents were in place, Mai's clit also
stretched away from her body, and a modified version of the spring-loaded
spike-lever mechanism could be mounted to pierce the little bud dead
center.

   When I demonstrated THIS one to her and her boyfriend,in conjunction
with the first two, Mai went ballistic, shouting "Again!" repeatedly as I
tugged on the chain that speared all three of her most sensitive places,
sending her into a series of climaxes.

   Jim's hips pumped futilely at the air in front of him and pre-cum
dripped copiously from his enraged spear.

   After Mai's fourth or fifth explosion, I decided I'd better save some
for later, and dropped the chain on her belly.

   "I take it you like my little invention?" I asked Mai as she lay panting
on the table.

   "Oooooh, YES SIR!" She smiled.  "A LOT!"

   "But doesn't it hurt when I pull on the chain?" I asked, more for Jim's
benefit than hers.

   "Mmmmm Hmmm!" Mai answered, squirming in her bonds.  "But it's such a
DELICIOUS pain!"

   "And what about you, Jimbo?" I asked, "Wouldn't you like to be the one
yanking her chain?"

   He grinned and nodded grudgingly.  "Yeah, I guess I could get used to
it."

   "Well, you'll get your chance." I told him.  "But first, I think Mai
owes me one more payment..."

   I removed the spike attachments and disks, and replaced the ones on her
nipples with a small pair of spring-loaded clamps that mounted on the bar,
clamps outward.

   Mai gave me a puzzled look, and Amy, more familiar with my ways, grinned
evilly.

   I released Mai's wrists and reattached them to the cuffs on a pair of
chains that hung from the dungeon's ceiling.  I then had Amy replace her
ankle restraints with a spreader bar.  As Amy removed her other restraints,
I fingered the remote in my pocket and raised Mai toward the ceiling by her
wrists before removing my trousers and shirt to stand naked behind her.  I
then sent Amy off to deal with the fish I had left in the watering trough.

   "Ever wondered what it would feel like to have two hard cocks in you at
once?" I asked Mai in a low voice as my body warmed hers from behind.

   "...Yes, Sir..." She replied tremulously, breathlessly.

   "Good!" I said, "Because you're about to find out!"

   Like a carcass on a meat hook, I pushed her body in Jim's direction. 
The tracked wheels above allowed her chains to follow, and soon the slender
Asian was suspended just at the tip of her boyfriend's rigid cock.

   "Please...!" She begged, staring into his uncommunicative face.

   "'Please,' what?" he asked.  I listened for a hard edge to his voice,
but heard none.

   "Please do me...!" Mai whispered, her gaze riveted on his.

   "Use the words." Jim said, forcefully, but not cruelly.  "Tell me
exactly what you want me to do."

   Mai searched his expression for clues, but found none.  "Please, Master
Jim," she pleaded, "Please force your stiff cock into my fragile little
pussy and ravish me while this cruel stranger rapes my ass!"

   "Is that really what you want, Mai?" Jim's old self reappeared for just
a moment.

   "Yes, Master Jim!" Her cry was part elation, part supplication.  "More
than anything else in the world!"

   "Okay, slut!" He replied, arching his hips savagely upward.  "You want
it, you got it!"

   Mai cried out in pain and ecstasy as her boyfriend's hard cock speared
inside her, tilting her pelvis to receive his assault.  I used the remote
to lower her a couple of inches, and Jim began slamming her in earnest.

   I had to hold her hips still to gain entry to her back passage, but when
Jim felt my shaft penetrating alongside his, and saw the effect it had on
Mai, he redoubled his efforts, machine-gunning her pussy with rapid-fire
strokes.  I reached up and unfastened Jim's wrists, watching warily for any
aggressive movements.

   There were none.  At least not toward me.  He grabbed his girlfriend's
small hips with one hand and her hair with the other.  Bending the little
black-haired submissive's head back, he kissed her savagely as the two of
us pummeled her between us, growling into her mouth as he punched
repeatedly into her pussy.

   As Jim's rhythm increased, I reached around and found the clamps
attached to Mai's freshly pierced nipples.  Holding the clamps open, I
stretched her small tits far enough to close the clamps upon Jim's smaller
pink nipples.  He gasped and looked down.  When he noticed that his nipples
were now attached to those of his girlfriend, he went into a frenzy!

   It couldn't last long.  I was still aroused from my earlier treatment of
the diminutive girl, and her tight little ass, squirming around on my
thrusting prick, while her boyfriend's cock hammered her from the front,
soon had me ready to blow.  Like a boiler popping its safeties, my insides
spewed out, coating Mai's colon with the heat of my cum.

   Jim was right there too, slamming once, twice, three times, hard, into
Mai's poor little pussy.  For her part, Mai sailed off to neverland,
singing a raucous, discordant, primeval song of lust and passion that was
as old as the act itself.  Her body went rigid for about three seconds,
then ratcheted wildly back and forth on the fleshy spikes impaling her. 
Dark eyes fluttered and rolled back in their sockets as Mai's climax took
her to places she had only dreamed about.  Finally, expended, the little
girl slumped limply in her chains.

   I waited a few moments to regain my own strength, then released her
chains and the nipple clamps and lifted Mai off Jim's cock.  I carried her
to the bed in the corner of the dungeon.  Though her body was
feather-light, its total relaxation would have made that carry difficult
had my still hard cock not given me a 'third hand' with which to support
her.

   I returned to release Jim's ankle restraints.  As I had suspected he
might, Jim took a swing at me as I rose from removing his ankle cuffs.  My
block turned into an arm lock which I held long enough to tell him.  "This
isn't TV, Jimbo.  You don't get any free paybacks for me sucker punching
you earlier.  Take this as fair warning and be glad the boys and I are
feeling generous."

   That was when he noticed my companions, teeth bared, crouched on both
sides of him, ready to leap.

   The tension drained out of his muscles and I let go of him.

   "You are one mule-headed son-of-a-bitch." I told him as he rubbed the
kinks out of his arm, "I hope Mai's message, and mine, have gotten through
to you, because if I have to defend either of us against you again, I'm
going to take you down hard and let the boys finish you!"

   "I won't give you any more trouble, Mr.  Brenneman." He said.  "I guess
I just wanted to pump up my ego a little.  Mai kind of looks to me as sort
of a protector, and, well, I guess I haven't done a very good job of that
since we got here."

   "On the contrary." I told him, "There's always going to be someone
smarter, faster, meaner, sneakier or whatever it takes to beat you.  You've
had the courage to try, even with the odds against you, and I doubt if
she'd ever ask for more than that from a protector.  The problem, and the
reason you're here, is that you've taken your role as protector so
seriously that you've failed to see that she needs some other things from
you as well.  I'd like to think we've helped to open your eyes on that
score, but only you know for sure."

   "I don't know, Mr.  Brenneman." Jim sighed and sat heavily on one of the
benches nearby.  "I mean, I understand what she wants of me, and after that
last, um, episode, I think I can give it to her.  I'm just having trouble
reconciling the girl who enjoyed being double-raped with the sweet young
lady I've always known her to be, you know?"

   "Look, Jim," I answered, "I can't give you a grand epiphany that will
clarify everything for you.  All I can do is suggest that the person who
came so hard as we ravaged her body is, and has always been, an integral
part of the sweet young thing over whom you've been so smitten.  It doesn't
keep her from being a sweet young thing.  It just makes her a lot more fun
in the bedroom.  Hell man, this girl is begging you to let her be every
man's dream: A lady in public and a slut in the bedroom!  I can't say for
sure, but the fact that she went to all this trouble to get you into the
place where she is seems to indicate that she really only wants to be one
man's slut: yours!  She's not going to go flashing her pussy at every Tom,
Dick and Harry she meets unless you tell her to.  I don't see what the
problem is!"

   "She practically begged YOU to rape her...!" He retorted.

   "Yes," I replied, "but she went out of her way to find someone she
thought would be discreet, and to bring you along.  It wasn't ME she was
after so much as getting you to see the rest of her.  Since you wouldn't do
the things she asked, she had to find someone to show you how much they
meant to her while minimizing the risk to her body and to her public
persona.  I'd say that makes her determined to be as exclusive to you as
possible, wouldn't you agree?"

   "But..." he said, "...I mean, did she have to let you and your dogs
screw her?  I mean, couldn't she just have, I don't know, gone through the
motions or something?"

   "Come on, Jim!" I snorted.  "Do you really think anything like that
would have convinced you?  Now, I'll grant you that she could have stopped
at the dog.  That might be another hint for you, boyfriend.  You might want
to consider keeping a large male dog or two around the house.  You can't
deny that watching Caesar screw the daylights out of her turned you on."

   A sheepish grin crossed his face and he said, "Yeah, I guess it did, at
that.  Hell, if I'm honest with myself, you're right about everything. 
Mai's not likely to be any different inside, just because our sex is
rougher than it's been, and I DO care about her..."

   "So do you think you can be the kind of lover she wants?" I prodded.

   "Yeah," he said, after some thought, "yeah, I guess I can.  Truth to
tell, I NEVER came so hard as I did a few minutes ago, and I KNOW she never
has, at least not with me."

   I had noticed a change in the girl's breathing several minutes before,
and on hearing this, I said, "Okay, Mai.  I think we've convinced him.  If
I were you I'd get over here and thank him properly."

   In a flash, the diminutive Asian girl was on her knees before her
boyfriend.  With a smile, she buried his cock in her throat.  With her
small nose flattened in his pubic hair, her tiny hands grasped his larger
ones and placed them on her head.  Her dark eyes gazed worshipfully up at
Jim as he got the message and began a long, leisurely skull fuck.

   Mai was just swallowing the last of his load when Amy let us know that
dinner was ready.  We washed up quickly, not bothering with clothing, and
went up the stairs to the kitchen.  Amy was just removing the apron she had
donned to protect sensitive parts of her anatomy from hot oil as she fried
the fish.

   My guests looked askance at the table where only two places were set. 
Mai saw how my slave first worked my cock to hardness with her mouth, then
settled her ass over it, and got the message.  Seating Jim at the other
place setting, she did as Amy had done, wincing a little as her tiny butt
settled onto her boyfriend's rigid shaft.

   I fed Amy bits of the fish and vegetables she had prepared, in between
bites that I took for myself.  Our new apprentices did the same, but by the
end of the meal, Mai was having a hard time holding still enough to eat. 
Jim looked at me and I nodded, sweeping dishes out of the way to give him
room.

   Mai screamed through four or five tremendous climaxes as Amy and I
watched, my slave slowly sliding up and down the length of my shaft.  Jim's
inhibitions seemed to have fled as he vigorously pounded the tiny Asian
girl's ass, exploding, finally, in his third orgasm in as many hours.

   Amy tried to speed up to keep up with them, but I had other plans for
her ass and my hands on her hips kept her pace frustratingly steady.

   Finally, I dumped my slave unceremoniously on the floor, commanding her
to go to the dungeon and wait for me.  I found a couple of items of
clothing that would fit Mai well enough to get her back to civilization and
let them use the guest shower.

   As we said our goodbyes, Jim stood in the front doorway holding Mai's
leash, which disappeared under her clothing to attach once more to the
spring-loaded spikes at her nipples and clit.

   "Come back when you get tired of holding that chain in your hand." I
told him.  "I'll put a stainless steel ring through your nipple to attach
it to, then you'll have both hands free to play with your slave.  I won't
charge much..."

   I looked once at Czar, then let my gaze travel slowly to Mai's cute
little ass before raising my eyes to meet Jim's.  Mai trembled as Jim
returned my look with knowing grin.  "I might just do that!"