The dance ended with the record, and the girl gracefully bounced away. They all finished their tea, and Chang gave a signal. All the lights were dimmed and the Buddha's phallus was soon the only light left in the room. The men also turned their lamps out.
Tai got up, and taking Monique by the hand, took her to the middle of the room. She undid the blouse, and caressed the marvelous globes for a couple of minutes.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“It is part of our rite, when women are present at that festivity, that they should offer their suppleness and other qualities to our God. For us, the feast of the Sacred Hevea is a very important one. As you know, economically speaking, the Hevea is our bread and butter, and we have to be grateful to our God for giving us such a marvelous tree. Now it is your turn to pay the God His tribute-in your own way, but it is also a tradition that you do your dance, or at least a little part of your dance in front of each of the guests before you perform it completely in front of the Buddha. Now show us if you are as slender and supple as the little Congai.”
Tai unzipped the little silk skirt that Monique was wearing, and the girl was naked except for her hat, her veil, and her black stockings and high heels. Tai moved away from her, and Monique was left alone in the middle of the room, shivering with apprehension, but also with impatience for the coming pleasure.
Then the little purple lamp was lit in front of the first man. The young girl who had just finished dancing now was sitting in a corner of the room, playing some sort of harp, and a strange beat, more animal than melodious, filled the room.
Monique had no special knowledge of dancing, but all females instinctively know how to react when they are supposed to be seducing the male. She found the exact poses, and movements. And more like an Arab belly-dancer than a priestess of Dali, she started dancing. She revolved on herself, twisting slowly, and offering each side of her body to the men's hungry eyes. Her breasts were moving gently and the light of the little lamp seeming to enhance- if possible-their volume. Her eyes half closed, Monique was dancing, her arms above her head, her torso provocatively offered, when she saw that another lamp was lit. She understood the invitation and moved in front of the other guest. And then another, and then another, and another. In front of Chang and Tai she danced for a longer time, and they seemed to appreciate it. Then Tai showed her the Buddha, and his luminous dick gleaming in the dark.
In front of the glass statue, Monique had to do her act again. And then her flesh was reflected in the mirror upon which lay the glass god. Monique was entranced, she did not know that she was doing any more. She was frankly obscene and her ass was rubbing against the warm glass dick of the Buddha, she was dancing between the stretched arms, and miming the most obscene possession. She really wanted the statue. They were all strangely silent, watching the dance.
When it was all over, Monique, exhausted came back to her corner, with Tai and Chang. The young girl held her arm, and gave her a little wooden box.
“At the occasion of the Hevea Rite, your oriental friends beg you to accept that present.”
Monique, a little surprised, opened the box while the child-woman moved away. First of all she could not guess what it was; she could not see anything but a pack of rubber bands with long fringes. It was more like a net.
She looked at Tai who had come closer, and Tai took one of the “things” out of the box; Monique then saw, in the dim light coming from the Buddha, a brassiere made of rubber bands. The nipples were only protected by a crisscross of rubber bands. From the center of the cross, a long rubber band was hanging, about six inches. The same thing was repeated in other parts of the strange outfit. The whole thing was white and looked quite pretty.
When the bra had been attached, Tai took the other piece, and, after asking Monique to open her thighs, put it on her. It was a pair of the strangest panties you could think of, made with rubber bands too, with the same long ones hanging in front and on the back of it. One was precisely to the asshole; the other one was exactly over her cunt, at the precise point where the clitoris is a little bit swollen, and most sensitive. When Monique was “dressed” in the whole suit, Tai turned herself toward Chang, and said:
“Master, it is now the time when the song that charms the spirits of the Hevea must come in its full amplitude, and this is the instrument on which you will play it. Chang bowed ceremoniously. Tai pushed Monique toward him. He pushed her against the statue, her back to the Buddha, and tied her arms at the Buddha's arms. Monique, standing up, was offering the sight of her white body, and the dim light coming from the Buddha's dick under her gave her a supernatural appearance. Two spotlights went on and their beams were centered on Monique's breasts, enhancing their size and roundness…”
Then all the guests got up and formed a circle around Monique. Tai took one of the long rubber strings hanging from her teats, pulled it, and then let it go suddenly.
Then and only then did Monique understand what subtle torment was going to be hers. Tai was already pulling another rubber string and again the material bit into her soft flesh.
Then started a voluptuous pain for the young girl, every band was stretched and then released, and it cracked on her skin with a snap, and the pain stabbed her and a strange warmth came all over her body. The globe was getting harder, excited; from time to time she uttered a cry and looked as if surprised at the piece of rubber which had bitten more cruelly into her soft and tender skin.
Tai was playing with her body as if it had been some music instrument. The pain was in Monique's body, but she could not really hate it. It was more like some dizziness coming all over her, intoxicating her. Sometimes she twisted her body in her ties, and then she would feel the Buddha's glass phallus between her legs. That would cause such a shock that she would forget the rubber contraption till the first band stroked her again. She was now nearly completely insensitized and her body was undulating between the arms of the God.
After two harder blows on her nipples, Tai stopped torturing her and untied Monique. Then she pushed her in front of the God, and before she could make a move, she was tied to another contraption, two wooden benches, X shaped, on which she was tied again, as on a St. Andrew's cross, legs, and arms, apart. She was displaying her secret flesh to everybody's eyes, and her buttocks were propped up appetizingly.
Another light came from the Buddha and lit her from behind. Then Tai took the little fringes hanging from her pants and started pulling the rubber bands. But Monique was not too sensitive on the fanny after all the flogging and whipping that she had endured. The hardest blows that Tai could give her, pulling the strings as hard as they could go, were hardly enough to bring a sigh on the girl's lips.
Monique was dreaming about something harder, and that little intermezzo was only exciting her, not satisfying her, bringing to her cunt the moisture of her come juices.
Then Tai pulled the little band hanging from her clitoris. Monique throbbed and cried under the pain that suddenly came over the center of her pleasures, and again and again Tai was pulling and slashing the little rubber across the soft and moist bud. Monique tried to escape from her ties, begged, cried, in vain. Methodically, her eyes shining with pleasure, Tai was sanding the little rubber string across her friend's cunt. She remembered receiving the same treatment and she knew exactly how it felt.
When she saw that Monique could not bear it any longer, she stopped at that point but then grabbed the string hanging from her asshole, and let go. Monique thought for a split second that she had been ass fucked by a monstrous dick, but again the rubber was biting at her soft mouth. She was trying to get out of her bondage, but in vain, and Fffft, the rubber string hit her again, and again…
Then Tai spoke:
“Now, little girl, to thank you for your song and dance, my friends here will pay the tribute due to your quality, and be happy.” So saying she let Chang come to her place. He pulled the string at her asshole and let go when it was stretched as far as it could without breaking. Monique hollered. Another man came, but he pulled the one on her sex, and once again she hollered. As each man pulled she felt another pain, and another different cry came from Monique's panting body. The sixth man leaned over Monique and pulled simultaneously the two rubber strings hanging from her breasts. And then came Max. He hesitated for awhile, and then pulled and let go the string at her anus.
Tai removed the bra and panties, while the statue became a darker green. Then Tai helped Monique to a long
