the walls. In one side a big Buddha made of green bronze in a sitting position, was displaying its monstrous stature, lit by little lamps encircling its colossal base. From the ceiling colored streamers were hanging with delicately painted dragons and flowers. And everywhere, in an artistically created disorder, were silk cushions also decorated with flowers and dragons.
Monique, getting used to the very dim light, saw the two Anamits, kneeling in front of the Buddha, and they got up and came to them.
He was dressed traditionally with the long frock of dark silk, and the little sharp pointed shoes. She was wearing only the black silk pants, and on her chest two sharp and erected breasts were pointing their hard nipples toward the ceiling.
They bowed in front of the visitors, and Chang kissed Monique's hand. Then they took them to the Buddha. It was only at that moment that Monique saw the Buddha's colossal phallus. In full erection, and shining under the multicolored lamps. A strange smile was forever ornating the bronze colossal face.
Chang showed Max to a silk cushion in one corner of the room and gave him cigarettes. He added with a strange smile: “You can smoke it, it is only tobacco.” Then he came back to his place behind Monique on a big cushion, also decorated with dragons.
Tai came to Monique and sitting in front of her, contemplated the offered breasts enhanced by the strange cut of her blouse. She gave the pink nipples two soft kisses that had Monique shivering. Chang was admiring the long legs under the dress, and also the magnificent back. His eyes were already shining with desire.
Slowly, and so delicately that she hardly realized it, he unhooked the blouse, and Tai took it off. The young girl blushed a little while the familiar warmth filled her veins. Her eyes were looking over Tai's shoulders at the sardonical Buddha, but she did not see Chang remove one corner of the carpet, and thus unveil a mirror on the ground with two cavities on each side in the shape of a foot. Then Chang took some incense and ceremoniously put it in the burners. A strange and powerful smell filled the room.
Tai took Monique over the mirror that nothing was lighting. Then she fixed her hands at two variegated streamers, stopped. Then a dim pink light came from under her on the mirror. The shape of her perfect legs was enhanced by her very high heels.
Her thighs closed, Monique was waiting, breathing the penetrating smell of the subtle perfumes. She felt Chang coming close behind her with his pillow.
Tai was admiring the superb breasts. She covered the soft globes with her small hands and gave the teats very soft and slow caresses. Monique closed her eyes, letting joy come in her, feeling Chang's eyes on her intimates displayed by the mirror. Then Tai took a little gray feather, very light and silky, and with its tip she started caressing the nipple of one breast. It communicated a delightful sensation to the whole body of the young girl. The nipples suddenly hardened and got erected, and her whole body was soon overcome by that intoxicating sensation of pleasure.
Monique could not hold back a deep sigh and she offered the other breast. But Tai was lingering on one breast, looking intensely at the erection of those breasts, spying the smallest shiver on that abandoned flesh. Under the increasing excitation, Monique was twisting her belly, and Chang was following in the mirror the undulations of the bottom.
But the excitation became unbearable; in vain was she trying to offer the other breast. Tai was touching only one globe, drawing large circles, and then pinching the nipple, tickling at the hyper-sensitive flesh, and then again… and up, and down… in a light and unbearable touch…
Now Monique was convulsively dancing like the oriental dancers over the revealing mirror for Chang's pleasure.
The feather once again resumed its tickling of the nipple that was getting painful, so hard was the excitation. And then it went to the other breast. Monique was sighing more and more deeply and the Buddha, facing her, seemed to laugh at her delightful torment. She had the feeling that her breasts had doubled their volume under the titillation of the feather. And she understood the sense of the sentence: ”… the fruits will glow under the soft caress of the bamboos,” that she had read on the invitation card.
Then Tai spoke with mellifluous tones:
“Little occidental girl, open your legs, and place your feet where the Master wants you to place them.”
Monique, sighing, the pulse beating hard at her temples, looked at Tai, but she had an absolutely impassive face, and was still caressing the globes with her feather. Then Monique slowly opened her legs and placed her feet in the two inclined holes on both sides of the mirror. The legs opened like the two branches of a compass. Monique was holding firmly the multicolored streamers, and the inclined position of the holes for her feet preventing her from sliding, keeping her from getting tired too easily. Monique, palpitating under the caress of the feather, did not care to let Chang see her sex between her legs; it had no importance. Nothing was important but her pleasure. And anyway, how many eyes had already contemplated, in a mirror, her intimacy. Tai was also sometimes looking at the yawning pink slit, but her hand was carefully caressing the exacerbated teats. Chang was taking a very great pleasure in that voluptuous sight, and could feel his member erect under his black silk pants.
Then, under the excitation, Monique could not control herself, and once again she offered the sight of her dancing legs in the mirror, displaying and hiding her sex according to the positions that she was assuming under the caress. She was panting with pleasure, and a little bit of juice was dripping from her cunt. In one throb, she closed her legs, but Chang feared all at once. She leaned her head forward and immediately grabbed her feet, and replaced herself in the posture that she had before. Then she stopped resisting and gave herself to the spasm that was in her. She came with huge bumps of her belly, and the legs seemed to give up under her.
Chang held the exhausted Monique and allowed her to close her legs. Tai put some more incense in the burners, and then Chang came in front of Monique, Tai from behind, unhooked the short skirt, and the completely naked body was offered to the contemplation of everyone. Even Tai was admiring and her eyes were shining with pleasure.
Chang bent forward and started caressing the nipples with his lips; he sucked deeply at their contracted little buds, proving how he loved the contact of that hard and soft flesh. His thin fingers were caressing Monique's belly. Tai was standing behind Monique, her hands crossed over her chest.
But then Chang stopped sucking at the breasts, and the reddened and damp nipples were out of his mouth. Chang gave Tai a sign, and then the streamers were lifted some more till the young girl's arms were nearly parallel above her head. The ankles were tied to a pair of bracelets to the ground, and the legs taken more apart. Then like a fleshy Lambda, Monique was offered to the motionless eyes of the Buddha and to the shining eyes of the other assistants.
The only contrasting white spots on that tanned flesh were the white mask on her eyes and the little white beret. The body, lit by the mirror, was offering its pink flesh shaded by the pubic hair and the hole of her navel.
Monique, slightly anxious, was waiting. Between her opened legs the lips of her cunt were slightly protruding, and the immodestly displayed cunt was revealed in the mirror. Sweet sight. In the silence came Tai's voice:
“Little occidental girl, now that your breasts have given you pleasure you must offer their torture to the Buddha so that He will allow you to receive more penetrating and exciting caresses.”
Monique took a look at Tai, she was standing sideways by the tied girl. In her hand was a cat o'nine tails, whose lashes were made of silk, tressed as little ropes, and cut quite short.
She raised her hand and the breasts shivered, round and firm. Monique closed her eyes, more surprised than hurt by the blow that had just hit her right breast. The lashes slid on the globe, hesitating regretfully on the nipple, and again Tai raised her hand and a methodical flagellation began. The blows were calculated so that she only felt a dim warmth fill her veins. Her breasts were shaken by the harder and harder blows of the silk lashes. It did not really hurt; it was more like a kiss of fire that was irradiating through her whole body. The breasts were little by little becoming pinker and pinker. Suddenly Tai struck from the base of the breasts to the top of the globe, and sometimes the two globes would shiver and swing against each other; then Tai stroked without any precise direction and it gave the expected result. Under the diffuse flagellation the breasts became more sensitive and Monique twisted her bust. She started the most magnificent, the most lubric oriental dance. She uttered hoarse cries at each blow. Her eyes closed, her lips closed tight together, Monique was sinking in an abyss of pleasure. She felt as if her two breasts were burning coals…
Tai was only aiming at the globes and they had now taken a deep purple coloration. From time to time the lashes hurt the nipples, and then Monique was twisting her whole body more violently. Like a puppet she was trying to free herself from her ties. Her belly was tensed, sometimes offered and sometimes refusing to be touched. Her
