twisted sex was opening and closing and the men were following its movements in the mirror. Then Tai started hurting her, hitting stronger and harder, but so deep was the pleasure of Monique that she did not even realize that Tai had changed to another whip, made of bigger, harder, and more dense lashes. An intense warmth covered her chest and she felt something that was either insufferable pain, or pleasure. The breasts being hit more violently, were slapping against each other. The lashes were dancing around the globes, squeezing the nipples that sometimes disappeared completely in the softer flesh of the breast, to immediately reappear, redder and harder. Her body was arching in the most lubric attitudes. Her mouth twisted, she was crying, hollering under the flagellation, and Tai knew that Monique was deeply suffering. She was openly surprised that the girl did not swoon under the violence of the whipping. But she could also see the pleasure that Chang was taking in her torture and she kept on whipping the tormented flesh harder and harder.
The lashes were crashing on the soft flesh, squeezing, burning, biting. Then, after a last row of blows that had Monique hollering her pain like a tortured beast, she stopped tormenting the reddened flesh.
Silence came. The only rumor was the sigh of the tortured girl, hanging from the ceiling, her head leaning on one side. Max and Chang came by, and Chang started sucking at one nipple, his caress bringing some appeasement to the burning pain that was drilling its way through Monique's body.
Then Chang said a few words in Anamit dialect to his wife. She disappeared and came by pushing a little table on rubber wheels. It was covered by a piece of blue material and slightly inclined. The streamers were lowered from the ceiling. The table was used as a bench. The girl was now sitting on it and then she lay on it. Then, her arched body propped, her chest and its voluminous teats were delightfully offered. The ankles were tied by Chang and Tai, to a couple of bracelets also hanging from streamers that were lowered from the ceiling. When those were lifted up, the legs were propped up like a V, in a 90° angle to the belly.
In the light of the little lamps the pulpy buttocks appeared, and then the yawning mouth of the sex, and the puckered asshole. The light of the mirror was turned out, and then another pink light came on and the ray was directed right on the girl's cunt. It was a delicate sight, that long slit, with the pulpy and slightly damp lips of the cunt protecting the love bud and her virginity. And also the sight of her anus, narrow door to her warm insides.
Monique was slowly recuperating. Her breasts were still hurting, and she remembered the account of what had happened to the young bride, as told by Janine. She was a little scared.
She felt a long caress on her sex. Tai, kneeling in front of her gaping and opened thighs, had posed a very soft and supple feather on her clitoris, and softly she was teasing the erected bump. The result was immediate, the little piece of flesh soon dilated, and pointed out, building out of the protective lips. Then, with the tip of the feather, Tai started caressing the tip of the clitoris, being very careful not to touch the nipples without touching the globes of the breast. Monique felt a violent excitation come in her. Her body, already exacerbated by the flagellation, got more tense, and they could all see the belly undulate, the thighs open more widely, and the sex offer its pink mouth.
Tai, as a conscientious pupil was still brushing the end of the clitoris with the tip of the feather.
Then came the sighs of pleasure from Monique, who, forgetting the cruel flagellation that her breasts had just endured, was now giving up under the exciting masturbation of that little feather on her most sensitive part. She came fast, in spite of the lightness of the caress. She was violent, and the contraction of the belly and the pubis surprised Tai, though she was expecting it. Monique uttered loud moans and her muscles tightened, then the cunt seemed to open, to twist a couple of convulsions, and while the cries of voluptuousness were bursting under the ornated ceiling, the cunt yawned more openly and the come juices came dripping at its edge. Tai received the juices on the feather and on her fingers. And then it was silence again, while the voluptuous belly was still convulsively agitated.
Tai, still kneeling, was expecting, contemplating Monique's cunt, and giving her some time to recuperate. Then, pulling an ivory dildo from a little box posed at the feet of the Buddha, she posed it against the offered, puckered anus, and pushed it. It was approximately the size of a man's prick. Slowly, while Monique was moaning, half surprised and half pleased, Tai dug the dildo in her up to the hilt till her fingers met the skin of Monique's ass.
The two men were bending on each side of Tai, and she was pushing and pulling the ivory dildo in and out of Monique's ass. But the dildo was sliding too easily in that mouth that had been taken so many times. Tai was agitating it in all directions so as to widen the passage. Max understood why when he saw the girl prepare another dildo, bigger and fatter, with a bump in its middle and whose head was olive shaped. Tai removed the other from the entrails, and posing the bigger one against the hole, she pushed violently at the pole. In went the dildo with a wet noise. The mouth seemed to open under the effort of the penetration, but the whole tool penetrated and was swallowed by the entrails and their mysteries. The whole dildo was in Monique.
She guessed, at the sudden dilation of her asshole, the trick that had been played on her, but she did not say anything and let the voluptuousness of the penetration bring another pleasure to her.
Tai was looking at Chang, but he said: “No, not tonight, another time.” Max saw that Tai, while agitating the dildo in Monique's ass, was closing the box that she had taken it from, and he guessed that it probably contained another dildo, even bigger. He could not imagine that she could support a bigger tool in her, so big was the one that she was already swallowing.
Tai was slowly agitating the tool in her palpitating belly, and Max, with Chang, was watching the contractions of the asshole on the phallus that penetrated its flesh. It was a fascinating sight to see that mouth suck up the ivory. It was as two parted lips, pulled out when the dildo was pulled out, glued to the material, and then pushed in with a moist noise. Come juice was slowly dripping from the satisfied cunt and was lubricating the ivory pole, making it slide more easily in the ass.
Excited by that shuttle movement, Monique realized that her pleasure was coming once again. She forgot all about the shameful posture she was assuming. She thought only of herself, her joy and satisfaction. Once again, her belly contracted by the voluptuous spasm, quivered, and tensed. The buttocks were propped up, offered, gaping under the sodomization. Her thighs contracted and she tried to free herself from her ties… in vain. Tai was manipulating the dildo with an expert hand, and she was slowly and inexorably bringing Monique to a climax. It happened at last, and she could not master any longer the frantic moves of her body. Tai could hardly control the movements of the dildo between her fingers. Then, contracted in her ties, Monique uttered her pleasure and fell motionless, exhausted, on the couch. Tai dropped the pole that remained implanted in Monique's ass. She watched the last nervous contractions of that body, tortured with pleasure, and then she took the shiny instrument out of her victim's flesh.
Then Tai undid the ties that were holding Monique prisoner, and helped the girl stand up. Once again, Monique was on the mirror, her arms lifted up. And once again the dim light surrounded and enhanced the soft contour of her juvenile body.
“Now you must dance a little, in order to charm the Master.”
Monique listened to Tai's demand, but too exhausted to move, remained gazing and breathing heavily. Then Tai murmured:
“You refuse? You do not know how to dance perhaps? Now, look how easy…”
Monique cried, there was a swish in the room. Encircling the globe of one of her buttocks, the leather lash of a cat o'nine tails drew another welt on her rear. Before she could utter the faintest protestation, Monique felt a hard blow on her already oversensitive skin. Her whole body was flooded by an intense pain. Tai was an expert whipper. Monique, her teeth clenched, could not help moaning under the biting of the lashes. And, while she tried to avoid the cruel contact, she executed in front of Chang and Max the most obscene and lubric of belly dances.
Her belly was undulating, twisting, gyrating all kinds of ways, under the stimulant action of the whip. Her navel was opening and closing, like another little mouth in the middle of her belly. The pubis was sometimes protruding, and sometimes nearly completely disappearing between her closed legs. The buttocks were already red, but Tai was not stopping. She was flogging violently the plump bottom and one could already see big blue streaks on the globes. She was flogging so violently that the lashes seemed to disappear completely in the flesh, and then suddenly reappear leaving a red mark on the tortured flesh. Monique was crying, hollering, hiccuping, her eyes bulging, her mouth twisted. That was the most serious correction that she had received for a very, very long time.
But Chang saw the young girl was slowly reaching the extreme limits of her resistance. He gave Tai a sign, and after two more strokes, she stopped flogging the reddened bottom.
Then Chang came by the young girl and contemplated the ruby-red buttocks. He palpitated the painfully
