streaks on the globes. She was flogging so violently that the lashes seemed to disappear completely in the flesh, and then suddenly reappeared, leaving a red mark on the tortured flesh.
Monique was crying, hollering, hiccuping, her eyes exorbitated, 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 palpated the painfully exacerbated flesh, and then said:
“Now you have to come and beg for mercy to the grand Master, and ask for his forgiving of what you have done, when you disobeyed.”
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 came in a dark room. But ass soon as they entered it a little light was set and Monique saw another bouddah, made of some sort of green glass, lit from the inside by a very dim lamp… It was 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 Bouddah. Then Chang let her contemplate the idol. She saw that it represented a sitting bouddah, his legs wide apart, and the pubis protruding, and from the bump of 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 bouddah'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 Bouddah'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 Bouddah's sex.
Monique felt an intense emotion fill her burning body. It was as if she suddenly had gotten 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 Bouddah'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 pucked mouth of her ass. She sighed helplessly and once again she tried to meet Max's eyes… But Max was as hypnotized, looking between her legs, were he could see the slow progression of the Bouddah's sex between the buttocks of the young girl. Then she leaned on the Bouddah's arms, the only part of the doll that she could see. She pushed her buttocks against the prick that was dictating her ass-hole. She felt a dim pain, but also the smooth penetration of the slimly glass in her belly… It was as if one was trying to force too big for the bottle… 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 ass-hole, 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 inside take the exact shape of the huge cylinder, mold its rotundity, and soon she felt the Bouddah's glass pubis against her bottom. She gave herself completely and remained 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 Bouddah'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 renewed penetration.
From*he 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 Bouddah… She was now doing all the action, rubbing her insides on the Bouddah'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 was not long to come, 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 to 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 was now paying for Monique's coming. The all came together in a concert of gaping noises and moans, inarticulated and those sounds of erotic love had something fantastic… Out of this world.
With the typical oriental delicatesse, Chang and Tai left Monique dress alone in the now completely silent a couple of luscious kisses… An 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 goodnight, Max could easily see that Monique had been perfectly satisfied with her evening.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE STORY OF DENISE
Monique had a very agitated night, she dreamt of dragons, of sardonically smiling Bouddahs 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
