her, hanging by the cables where the bracelets were attached.
Then Max took a whole box of thin gilded needles… The girl horrified closed her eyes and, prepared to the pain, clenched her teeth. One by one, Max put the needles in her turgescent nipples, at each penetration the girl was twisting and moaning a little bit louder, and more violently. Then all the needles were in the globes, covering the nipples with a golden network… Monique was masturbating faster and faster, standing up, in front of the martyrized girl.
At last, the last needle was stabbing the poor girl and she uttered a last moan. Max lovingly contemplated his masterpiece. Then he undid the ties that were holding his victim in bondage, and brought the girl by a mirror, she looked at her own torso and its strange decoration… Then Max, took her skirt away.
He took a long look at the naked girl, letting his eyes wander between her legs, and in the abundant fleece of blond hair over her cunt, then he took the needles out of her teats. There was hardly a drop of blood when he was trough with that operation.
Max then undressed too. The girl kneeling in front of him, gave him the same caresses she gave her boss. She knew all about the different manners to suck, lick, ump, the erected penis… Max did not resist and let loose heavy gushes of thick sperm.
The girl, used as she was to her employer's prick, did what she was expected to do, she mixed the sperm with her saliva, tasted it, and them slowly swallowed it. It was the first time for Max to come under such a sucking and he could not recuperate as easily as usual.
Denise came up and went to Monique, she dug her face between the thighs of the girl and gave her all the delights that the caresses of Lesbos can provide its adepts. When he heard his friend moan and sigh; Max felt his virility pop back in action, he got up, admired the two women embraced in front of him… He propped Denise bottom up, opened her thighs a little, and then, put his damp and erected tool against the opening of her cunt… He thrusted himself in with one violent blow, and Denise could not restrain a cry of pain… It was the first time, after her rape, that another penis was penetrating her, and she was still quite narrow. To Max it was like breaking her in… He fucked the young girl violently and the two women were moaning and crying their pleasure at the same time.
Monique had to press Denise's head between her muscled thighs… The other girl was coming so violently under the violence of Max's assault that she forgot completely to caress her friend… Both girls came together and then only Max stopped. He gave Denise a couple of minutes break… Then, removing his hard penis from her slimy vagina, he put the head of his tool against the pucked and narrow mouth of her ass. He pushed himself in slowly but firmly… At first, Denise was scared, she was even hurt, but she did brutal with her… Oh, what a sweet feeling for Max to be penetrating in that nearly completely virgin ass… Max's forces were renewed at the mere thought of what he was doing, and he accelerated his pace. The girl was not feeling any pleasure it was all pain for her, but Max was enjoying himself thoroughly and he did not release her before coming another time, and spitting his hot sap in her insides.
After a little trip to the bathroom, the three of them, naked, took some Champagne and that liquor somewhat revived the temper of Denise… Once again Monique came under the expert sucking of her girlfriend's tongue and Max enjoyed the pleasures of her warm cunt. But he did not came before Monique had been satisfied and then when Denise could concentrate fully on what was done to her, he slowly but powerfully fucked her once again, bringing to the edge of madness in pleasure, giving her all the joys she could expect from love. Once again then they met around a bottle of Champagne, they dressed back again, and got up, to go. Max took out of his wallet two twenty dollar bills, and stuck in their middle part two long gilded needles. He slowly came to Denise…
She looked at him, then at the banknotes, and at the thin needles, and suddenly she understood. She lowered her head, still hesitating, then Max murmured:
“Up to the head… In the nipples.”
The girl gave the needles another close look… Very thin, about 2/3 inch long, the metal was shining in the light of the room.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Monique behind Denise, opened the blouse, and pulling the girl's arms behind her back propped the arrogant breasts… Denise put her head on Monique's shoulder, and nodded affirmatively to Max… Then she closed her eyes and waited.
“Then?…” enquired Max.
“Yes… was the whispered answer from the girl…”
She uttered a short moan, the kind of cry a hurt kitten would utter… and then as if it were glued to the firm breast, the banknote was concealing the whole mass of the globe… The girl was shivering, she looked at her torso, then at Max, intensely, straight in the eyes, she panted again when he pinned the other bill on her other teat… Monique then took her friends by the hand and brought her in front of a wall mirror, then half crazy under the pain the girl watched to console her… Max took the needles out of the tortured breasts… He buttoned the blouse and slid windmill…
Denise bursts out in tears and Monique did her best in the neckline the two bills so hardly earned. Monique then tied, to make the paper wings turn as the ones of a the corral beads around the neck of Denise and gave her the shawl… Half forgetting the pain, the girl tried to smile…
Max brought both girls, one to her hotel, the other to her villa… He did not know what to do to thank Monique for what she had just been doing for her, but she was as happy as he was from the whole story… They parted, each of them perfectly satisfied over an exciting evening…
Monique dreamt all night about the girl, her rape, and her fabulous teats…
The next day she received from Chang, through Max, an invitation card:
“In order to celebrate the sublime feast of the sacred Hevea, at the time when the bountiful sap runs from the trees, Tai* and Chang will receive their friends, and are inviting the pearl of the Occident to come in front of them to open her deep flower and receive the tribute of the supple lashes, according to the rites of Annam.”
The second page of the invitation was representing, in an exquisite manner, a woman knelt at the feet of the impavid Bouddah, her thighs wide apart, displaying her most intimate charm to the eyes of a row of asiatics kneeling behind her…
Already shivering with anticipated pleasures, Monique admired the little painting, and immediately telephoned Max to tell him that she was accepting… They agreed that she had to be completely dressed in black. And later in the evening Monique went and met Max, in his best tuxedo, waiting for her in the nearby woods.
After the ritual welcome, they entered the main living room, following the little bare-breasted asiatic girl. On the threshold, Monique a little shy, looked inside, they had replaced the sardonical smiling Bouddah by the luminous glass one, he was assuming the same attitude, and his stretched arms seemed to call for Monique embrace. He was propped on the huge mirror, and was reflected in the clear mirror as in some deep lake.
On each side of the Bouddah, were Tai and Chang, in their best ceremonial attire… In half a circle, were six asiats, squatted on cushions… In front of each of them a cup, and in front of the cup a little bulb, dark purple…
Tai got up to greet the visitors, and holding their hands brought them in front of the Bouddah. They halted in front of the idol, and Tai seemed to pray… Then they went by Chang, who asked Max to sit by his side.
Tai took Monique with her on the other side of the Bouddah, then showing to her a china tea-pot she said:
“At the solemn celebration of the feast of the Hevea, it is customary, when a European woman is invited to our rites, to give her the honor of serving the tea to other gusts. However to do so she has to assume the same position than the women in our countries, when they take care of their homes… That is, squat on the ground, your knees must not touch, and it is also part of the rite that the lamp of the ancestors must be placed between your feet.
Tai gave Monique the Tea-pot, and bowed in front of her, then she sat down… Monique quite upset came to the first asiat and stood her feet on each side of the luminous purple bulb… The man, without any expression on his face was looking at the elegant curves of the legs and thighs… Monique understood then what Tai was expecting from her, and in the silence of the room she opened her legs and placed her feet on each side of the little lamp.
