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Sissy's Corporate Adventures (lex ludite)
Chapter 15
For the rest of the time that Sissy spent at the table, surrounded by armies of unknown fingers, hands, mouths, tongues, teeth and the like, the teenager was treated to all the decadent behavior that this level of society was capable, and it was considerable. She witnessed it all through the haze of an alcoholic fog induced by the never-ending stream of rice wine that went into her stomach. Sissy remembered the overwhelming urge she had to urinate, as her belly rounded from the quantity of alcohol it contained. She even made some feeble attempts to rise from the chair to which she was secured so she could find somewhere to rid her bladder of its contents.
It did not take her companions long to realize what was causing her discomfort. Now there seemed to be even more hands and fingers assaulting her pubic region. They all had the same intent, to force the teen to empty her bladder where she sat. Suddenly she felt a mouth glue itself to her most private parts, while a pair of heavy hands pressed against her bloated bladder. It did not take long for Sissy to give up this unequal struggle, and release a steady stream of her piss into the disembodied mouth attached to her vulva.
A cheer came from the members of the table as someone announced something in Japanese. Even in her alcoholic stupor, Sissy was humiliated at the fact that her audience knew what she was doing at this very moment. It seemed as if she had a gallon of recycled sake waiting its turn to empty into the mouth still swallowing every drop the teenager could squeeze from the distended chamber that had been such a source of discomfort and now humiliation. Then she noticed that the mouth was gone, now replaced by something smooth and cool.
She continued to relieve herself despite everything that was going on around her. There now were hoary hands doing more than just fondling her tweeners. The rough handling they were getting was such that the pain even penetrated her drunken condition, bringing loud yelps and gasps from her as she was viciously pinched and probed. However nothing that was happening to Sissy could match what Ellen Luxore was enduring at the same time on the stage.
The hooded figure had lost her latex bikinis revealing her bald pubic mound. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and anchored to a leather belt that was pulled so tight it made her wasp-waisted. Through her alcoholic haze Sissy watched, almost numb to what she was witnessing. Her concentration was such that she was almost unaware of the liberties her dinner companions were continuing to take with her nubile body. A metal stand on wheels was rolled onto the stage. From it hung a huge, bulging enema bag. The audience broke into applause and the mistress of ceremonies grinned out at them as she took the hose from the enema bag and showed the enormous nozzle ready to be inserted deep into the slave's bowels. Meanwhile a number of the naked slaves gathered around the hooded figure and held her buttocks apart to show that puckered entry to her colon.
Sissy was transfixed at what was being planned for the hooded slave, in reality her mentor and fellow sufferer, Ellen Luxore. The woman in the curlers motioned for the one who had brought the hooded slave to join her on the stage. The people at Sissy's table broke into a round of applause and urged the sunglass wearing woman to respond to the invitation, which she did, striding to the stage as the applause grew. She was handed a whip with metal tips and positioned to the side of Ellen. The older woman took a position opposite her and spoke in a harsh tone of voice that sent a number of the naked slaves scurrying to their places. At her next command the huge nozzle was jammed cruelly into the slave's anus, bringing a grunt of pain from beneath the hood. The woman nodded to the other and they began to deal one vicious blow after another to the naked body of the slave who trembled with each lash, but retained her position on all fours.
It did not take long for the combined whipping to draw blood, blood that was splattered onto the stage and beyond. There was a rush of men from the audience to get close enough to be struck by the bits of flesh and blood that were being ripped and torn from the hooded slave's back. All the while the enema bag slowly emptied its contents into her roiling intestines. The whips began to shred the flesh just above the crevice of her meaty buttocks. Now the slave's head came up and muffled screams issued from the hooded figure. To Sissy this was a scene out of hell, and she was utterly helpless to do anything about what was taking place. Then to her growing horror she watched as a kettle of boiling water was added to the enema bag, then a second one.
Unseen fingers separated Sissy's hot button from its hood and then viciously pinched that sensitive nubbin of flesh bringing a shrill shriek from the teenager. The pain was so great that the blonde nearly broke free from her bonds. Suddenly someone jammed a cloth of some type into her mouth to stiffle her screaming which by now was calling too much attention to the table. For a brief moment Sissy stared into the flushed, angry face of the ME team leader, and realized she had made a serious error by reacting as she did. The teenager wondered what kind of a penalty she would have to pay for this breach of manners, Japanese style.
The hidden hands continued to maul her helpless body, cruelly twisting and yanking her nipples, pinching the insides of her thighs and scratching her engorged cunt lips as the hooded slave's muted screams continued to grow in volume as the hot water found its way into her sensitized intestines. Now the two fiends whipping her had shifted so that each could concentrate on one of her meaty globes. The slave desperately tried to crawl away from the brutal whipping she was taking, but the othe slaves held her in place as the enema contined to flow into her body. Another kettle of boiling water was added to the bag, resulting in a round of applause from the audience, mixed wih strange cries from some of the members at Sissy's table.
Sissy took leave of her senses at this point, unaware until much later of the disgusting things that Ellen Luxore endured on that hellish stage. The next thing she remembered was the trunk door of the limo opening and hearing voices speaking in that strange language. It slowly dawned on her that she was stark naked, her hands cuffed behind her back, a gag stuffed into her mouth and held in place by tape. While her befogged mind tried to cope with the horrible hangover all that rice wine had caused, she realized she ached in so many places she couldn't even count them. As if that wasn't bad enough, she had the overwhelming urge to pass water, or whatever it was demanding to be freed from her distended bladder.
A hand poked around inside the trunk until it made contact with the teen airhead. The arm to which the hand was attached was most powerful, as with very little effort the blonde teenager was yanked from the cavernous trunk. She tottered, trying to get her mind to make her feet move as she wanted, rather than staggering from side to side in an effort to keep her body from toppling to the ground. Her drunken dance produced laughter from the three figures surrounding the naked blonde. Once more she heard this strange language exchanged between them, and then felt hands squeezing her tweeners, while fingers poked into her holy of holies. Finally the leader of the trio spoke and she was marched towards this huge house that was like nothing she had ever seen or imagined.
This was the Hashifumoto residence built by the eldest member of this zaibatsu clan that had survived the vicissitudes of losing WW II and the American occupation that followed. It was built in the 1970s and modeled after a typical castle built during the Tokugawa shogunate. Sissy had never in her life imagined the curving roofs now being kissed by the first light of dawn and the three towers that surrounded the main structure. Unlike the 350 year old castle that had inspired this modern version, the main keep or "tenshu" of this awesome structure was built of modern materials that made the heart of the castle almost impregnable. This was where she was being taken as a gift from the ME corporation to the Hashifumoto clan. Slavery still existed in the highest and lowest of places, while the rest of the nation went about its business almost oblivious to it.
Sissy Slickslit was too befuddled to appreciate her surroundings, concentrating on keeping one foot in the front of the other, for fear that she would otherwise collapse. Her escorts were silent, almost as if overcome by the power that radiated from this masterpiece of a building that towered over them. It seemed like a very long march to the naked blonde, but at last they passed through a pair of gigantic wooden doors inlaid with arcane symbols and pieces of swords and body armor that represented some of the history of the clan. Within, another startling change took place; now the interior was polished wood, tall screens and scrolls decorating the walls. Even in her present condition Sissy knew intuitively that she was in another world that she had no idea existed. What purpose did those who built this powerful symbol of their might have in an untutored foreigner? She would quickly find out.
(To be continued very shortly)
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