exacerbated flesh, and then said:
“Now you have to come and beg for mercy to the grand Master, and ask for his forgiveness for what you have done.”
Monique's arms were untied, she rubbed her wrists and was helped on her feet by Tai and Chang. She was really tired.
They dragged her to the dragon, and then opened a little door concealed by the bulk of the idol. They entered a dark room, But as soon as they went in a little light was set and Monique saw another buddha, made of some sort of green glass, lit from the inside by a very dim lamp, so dim that it looked nearly phosphorescent. It was a replica from the one in the other room, and Monique, for a short moment thought that there was nothing different from the other Buddha. Then Chang let her contemplate the idol. She saw that it represented a sitting buddha, his legs wide apart, the pubis protruding, and from the bump of the pubis was jutting a prick so big that it could definitely satisfy the widest cunt, and the deepest belly. Monique, dragged by Chang, could not keep her eyes away from that luminous phallus. The buddha's seemed to be waiting for her body and demanding some strange embrace.
Monique's burning body shivered at that fabulous sight. Chang turned her around and thrust her into the Buddha's arms. She felt the glass rod against her buttocks and quivered. The glass was warm, at body temperature. Monique tried to meet Max's eyes. She saw that he was waiting for her first reaction.
Tai and Chang were both kneeling on each side of the statue, and their eyes could not leave the Buddha's sex.
Monique felt an intense emotion fill her burning body. It was as if she suddenly had gone crazy, as if some mysterious force was drawing her into the arms of the smiling statue. Her nipples were hard and erected under the excitement. A violent and voluptuous scent was intoxicating her; in the nearly completely dark room she could see the faces of Max and Chang only with the dim light coming from the Buddha's glass body. She looked at Tai's beautiful torso. Her breasts were jutting and seemed made out of a wonderful marble with a warm amber coloration. They all appeared as real creatures, and they were all awaiting her decision. Then she squatted, opened her legs and felt the tip of that monstrous sex between her buttocks, sliding softly in the valley between the two plump globes. She shivered, as excited as if it had been a man taking her. She rubbed herself against the hard tool, and felt it touch the puckered mouth of her ass. She sighed helplessly and once again she tried to meet Max's eyes. But Max was hypnotized, looking between her legs where he could see the slow progression of the Buddha's sex between the buttocks of the young girl. Then she leaned on the Buddha's arms, the only part of the idol that she could see. She pushed her buttocks against the prick that was dilating her asshole.
She felt a dim pain, but also the smooth penetration of the slimy glass in her belly. But now she wanted to do it all the way, to feel deep in her body the hard feelings of that incongruous rape. Millimeter by millimeter, the huge prick's head was edging its way in the narrow sheath, sliding in her, forcing her asshole, and dilating the passage. And Monique felt the lips of her narrow mouth close on the brim of the protruding head. Then she pushed regularly and slowly felt her insides take the exact shape of the huge cylinder, mold its rotundity, and soon she felt the Buddha's glass pubis against her bottom. She gave herself completely and remain impaled in a monstrous union with the idol. Once again she looked for Max and saw him by Chang.
Then she heard Tai's hoarse voice whispering by her ear:
“Darling, it is so beautiful. Give yourself pleasure, you will see how exciting…”
And she received a long kiss on her lips from Tai's lips. She was troubled by that delightful contact. Then she posed her hands on the Buddha's knees and lifted her whole body up. When she felt that the tool was going to slide completely out of her, she sat down again. She was surprised at the extraordinary voluptuousness that suddenly came in her at the renewed penetration.
From the base of the statue another beam of dim pink light was lit, and came right between the young girl's legs. She closed her eyes and enjoyed herself like a wild animal, completely uninhibited. She was even more excited at the mere idea of the three other persons in the same room looking at her monstrous embrace with that motionless and yet lifelike image of lust personified by the glass Buddha. She was now doing all the action, rubbing her insides on the Buddha's prick, lifting her body up, and then letting it fall, impaled once again, to lift it once more. She was like a vertical pendulum sliding on that shining glass rail. The pole was going in and out of her flesh with a soft silky wet noise; it sounded a little like the suction of a syrupy kiss. Her breasts were slightly sagging under her oscillating body, and she accelerated the shuttle movement of her ass on the glass sex. Everyone was silent, and the murmur of the flesh against the glass was the only noise to be heard in that strange temple of the Ancestors.
Monique could feel her pleasure come to a peak, but she was quite exhausted and her movements were accentuating that fatigue. Tai understood it quite well and came by her. She took her under the arms and helped her to sodomize herself. The spasms were not long coming, and Monique, biting at one of Tai's breasts, uttered her satisfaction and let herself fall between the statue's arms, while three gushes of warm liquid were flooding her insides.
She had hardly recovered her mind when she was disimpaled and propped upon a leather couch, her bottom up and her legs apart. She felt the man's virility on her ass, and hid her face between her arms, consenting, without any shame. She hardly felt the penetration of the thin prick in her ass after the huge tool that had sodomized her for such a long time.
But in the dark room, close to them, another woman was crying, crying with pain…
“Tai said Chang in commanding tones.”
“Yes Chang, but…no… not as the statue… aaah…”
Then silence. Monique, excited by the idea of Max ass fucking the narrow and petite woman tightened her muscles on Chang's prick. She thought that she was too tired to react once more to pleasure but was amazed to find out that she was feeling her joy come back with renewed violence. If her sighs were merely from pleasure and satisfaction, Tai was now exhaling her pain in long moans. But after all she now paying for Monique's coming. They all came together in a concert of gasping noises and moans, inarticulate, fantastic, out of this world.
With the typical oriental delicateness, Chang and Tai left Monique to dress alone in the now completely silent room. And she asked Monique to come back another time, for a big festivity that was to take place at their home. Monique, whose healthy nature was not rebuked by the idea of the whip, promised to come and kissed Tai back. She left her with the word that Tai was expecting: “I will be back!”
She did not meet Chang before leaving the villa, and met Max waiting for her outside. They walked back to Sonia's house, silently, but when he kissed her good night, Max could easily see that Monique had been perfectly satisfied with her evening.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Monique had a very agitated night. She dreamt of dragons, of sardonically smiling Buddhas, and she woke more than once.
The cool air of the morning appeased her nerves. She came to the conclusion that she had lost the habit of being whipped and chastised, and some painful spot on her bottom confirmed that impression.
Lying naked on her bed she remembered all the events of the past evening, and then only she realized the shame of the pictures that she had taken in front of perfect strangers. The horror of the situation appeared clearly to her as she remembered the lubricity of the poses, the monstrosity of her union with the glass idol. But, little by little, other memories came to her mind, delightful memories. The jutting, petite breasts of Tai, the pleasure coming in her at the contact of the warm sex of the glass buddha, the statue's arms, opened, as for some love call. And suddenly she thought that life was a wonderful, bright pink thing.
Max called her on the phone that very morning to ask how she felt. He seemed reassured to know that she still was happy, young and gay.
In the afternoon she and Janine went to Max's house. Both dressed in the same way, all in white, they were like two sisters, and the mirror soon reflected their intimacies to the delighted eyes of the man. Then the two young bodies rolled on the sofa where, in an exhausting embrace, Monique let loose all her thirst for passion.
Max took a cat o'nine tails with very thin lashes and artistically began flogging the round and smooth buttocks. He started slowly, aiming at the upper part of the soft twin globes. Soon the perfect flesh started getting
