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Sissy's Corporate Adventures
Chapter 16
They passed through another door, and what was going on in this room brought Sissy partly out of her funk. Her captors immediately broke into that strange language she tried so diligently to learn in the brief time before coming to this place of mystery. The first thing Sissy saw was this big-breasted Japanese girl dangling from a cradle composed of thick ropes. She looked to be about the same age as Sissy, perhaps a year or so younger upon closer examination of her features and body.
Not only was her half-naked body supported by the ropes; others held her arms and hands tightly behind her back, and still more ropes forced her legs to bend at the knees until her heels were in contact with her leather covered buttocks. Finally another piece of thick rope was knotted to her braided hair and anchored to the base of her spine, forcing her head to be pulled back into an unnatural position. She was in a prone position, her head hanging out from one end of the cradle.
Seated comfortably in front of the girl was a Japanese man in his early twenties, rather handsome Sissy had to admit. His garb was informal and rather European in design and tailoring. This was an area of expertise that Sissy had developed through years of reading fashion magazines. However what the girl was doing to his exposed penis was something she'd never seen in any fahion magazine she'd ever read. The young man reached forward and pulled the thick rope that connected the cradle to the hook in the ceiling, setting the cradle into motion. This in turn moved the mouth of the teenager onto his long thick cock, where she captured it for a brief moment and slurped noisily over as much as she could get down her gullet. On the next pass he shifted his hips slightly and gagged the big breasted girl as she tried her best to swallow it whole.
Without any concern for his partner's discomfort or the embarrassment she might be experiencing to be so exposed to all the onlookers, especially the grinning men, he glanced up at them and said something in a tone that made Sissy think that he was angry with their intrusion. However when everyone except the girl laughed heartily, the blonde airhead knew she was out of her league when it came to this mysterious language. Still laughing, her captors took their leave, but not before fondling the girl's big tits and one even inserted his finger knuckle deep into her asshole, and sucked the digit with gusto afterward. Sissy was just a bit grossed out by that maneuver, but she was only a teenaged servant or lower, here in Osaka, and dared not have an opinion of their customs.
The moment the door closed behind his visitors, the man grabbed the girl by the head and jammed his length of thick cock deep into her throat. Sissy could actually see the outline of his mighty tool making her neck bulge. He held her in this position despite her grunts and efforts to pull free. Gradually her struggles grew weaker and then ended as her face began to turn a pale shade of blue. He continued to hold her steady like some fish at the end of his line, a barb hooked deep into her gaping mouth. Just when Sissy was sure she was witnessing some ritual murder, he pulled his cock free of her mouth, her saliva glistening from the entire length of that mammoth shaft.
He looked at her and arched an eyebrow. Sissy was totally confused and beginning to feel as if she wanted to throw up, not the best way to introduce yourself to a personage such as this young man who seemed to reek self-confidence. It took her a brief second to realize that he had switched to faultless English, her language of choice. Her mouth gaped like a goldfish, and she felt warm, usually the sign that her face was flushed. Then the meaning of his words sank into her alcohol soaked brain.
"Welcome to the castle; it was built over forty years ago as a monument to the indefatigable desire of the Japanese business man to grow and prosper. It was built by my father's father, and will soon become the responsibility of his two sons, Hiroshi and Shiro, my half-brothers. My father sired four children, unfortunately for me only three by the same mother. Allow me to introduce my younger half-sister, Michiyo, who is being groomed to marry one of the many nephews of the head of the Mitsubishi clan. I have been tasked with training her in the sexual arts, one of my minor responsibilities to earn my keep in the keep so to speak."
He laughed as he realized what he had just said had in a sense upset the blonde teenager. In her country, where he lived for a number of years, customs were quite different when it came to the condition of the bride vis-a'-vis her maidenhead, especially if she was marrying into a family of power and wealth. So he let Sissy in on one of the many family secrets shared by those clans whe it came to the brideto-be.
"Just before my dear half-sister becomes a member of the Mitsubishi clan, a number of things will happen that guarantee her purity and loyalty to her new family. That fine round ass will carry the mark of the three diamonds symbolizing her new family. These days it's tattooed unlike the olden times when a hot iron did the trick. Our cutting edge surgical team from the hospital that caters to the Hashifumoto clan will do a procedure that rejuvenates my sister's well stretched vagina and at the same time creates a new hymen that will be happily broken by her new husband. Such is the way that we follow the laws and customs established by the original clans who created what has become over time to be the current version of the land made by the tears of the goddess Amaturasu."
Sissy felt as if the language he was speaking was quite a bit different than what she spoke. There were words he had used that confounded her tiny brain, or was it just a bit atrophied from lengthy periods when it was in neutral. The fact that he was teaching his younger sibling how to suck cock was not shocking to her considering her family background. The manner in which she was being taught left her slightly confused but also very intrigued. She wondered how she might feel as she swung in a cradle of rope and he fed his mighty cock deep into her throat forcing her to black out over and over from lack of air. Then she dismissed these thoughts as being caused by the alcohol she had consumed. She had to shake herself to return to the conversation.
" You must be the toy sent to my half-brothers by the ME folks. Being blonde is certainly an asset in this nation of brunettes, but frankly speaking I am more attracted to my sister's body than yours. Can you believe those 39DD breasts on a seventeen-year- old? When I was getting my degree in your country at Cal Berkeley, I went though a blonde phase that lasted nearly two years. My specialty was big bosomed blondes, the 3B girls.Then I became more sophisticated and began hitting on rich Asian students, except for the stuck-up Japanese sluts. Now here I am reduced to assisting my arrogant half-brothers as they learn all about their new toy. Oh, by the way, my name is Toshiro. I was named after one of our major film stars. He was a sort of Japanese film icon, although he was born in China, our version of your John Wayne, but a much better actor."
Even as she moved in and out of the alcohol induced stupor that made her so very sleepy, Sissy couldn't help but be scandalized by the blasphemy he spoke. Her response was kept inside and she waited for what was to happen to her next.
"Perhaps you might like to exchange places with Michiyo for a few hours. You would be able to catch up on your sleep except for the little matter of my cock cutting off your air supply and the problems that will follow. On the other hand we both might gain some insight that will stand us in good stead. Believe or not, I the bastard son, am the family rope master. I was taught by a nawashi who was living in Berkeley of all places and once trained I had a wonderful time putting all manner of Asian students and local talent into bondage and having my way with them. It was a rite of passage for many of these females who would return to their country of origin and start careers that would lead to power, which is one of the two things all females want, the other is children that she can manipulate to her own designs."
At this point his words made no sense; all Sissy Slickslit wanted to do was find a quiet place to get some sleep. Once rested she would deal somehow with the Hashifumoto brothers, all three of them. Toshiro must have sensed her exhaustion, and realized she would be of no use to him in this depleted condition. He pointed to a door off to one side of the room and told her she could rest there. In the meantime he would begin teaching his half-sister some of the more interesting positions for having fantastic sex and satisfying her partner at the same time. Sissy was too tired to even wonder how he came to be such an expert on matters involving sex. He laughed when he realized that the blonde teen's hands were cuffed behind her back and her captors had forgotten to give him the key. He pushed his sister away long enough to get up and go to a wooden box.
Toshiro rummaged around in it for a moment or two before coming up with a master key and soon freed the teen's sore wrists from the biting metal. He pushed her towards the door with a warning that any attempt to escape would result in some very severe punishments, emphasizing his use of the plural. Sissy was too exhausted to take his threats seriously. All she wanted to do was lie down and sleep it off.
The "toy" had no idea what time it was or where she was when she awoke with a full bladder and a mild headache. She rose carefully from the fiber mat upon which she had spent hours sleeping, noticing that someone had bothered to place a thin blanket over her bare body. She was too sore from the dinner party to notice any additional indignities that might have been done to her sleeping form. She discovered that the door was locked, and knocking on it produced no response. Sissy's bladder was to the point that it needed relief in minutes. She took a quick inventory of the room and discovered an elaborately painted porcelain jug that soon contained a goodly amount of recyled sake. She sat down on the mat and within minutes was sound asleep.
"To sleep, perchance to dream, aye, there's the rub." No truer words were ever spoken. She watched in terrified amazement as Ellen Luxore's body began to swell like a balloon as kettle after kettle of boiling water was added to the enema bag connected to her bowels. The whips continued to tear her skin open in dozens of new spots, showering the audience with droplets of blood. Those who were splattered, scooped up the blood and licked it from their fingers as if it were a gift from the gods. Owen Bradshaw, the ME team leader, leaped onto the stage and grabbed another of the many whips lying on the platform. He began to flay the skin from Ellen's bloated breasts, tearing them to tatters as she grunted and her body continued to expand. Then just as another kettle of boiling water was added to the bulging red enema bag, Ellen Luxore exploded, sending a rain of body parts onto the stage and drenching the team leader in her boiling blood that seared away the man's flesh wherever it touched.
Sissy awoke screaming; terrified at what she had just witnessed. The teenager had no idea how long she wailed and keened like some demented banshee. Without warning the door was flung open and there stood a rather bemused Toshiro, now clad in a black robe fringed with golden stripes. "Hush slave, do you want to wake every man and woman in the castle. Now quiet yourself before you bring the wrath of the Hashifumoto clan down on your foolish head."
(To be continued-lex ludite)
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