Bangkok Dog Show Slave

Bangkok Dog Show Slave – Part 2

By Shabbadew2002

Contact me @ shabbadew@ca.rr.com

Cassandra Ackerman, a pretty young, 23 year old blonde Australian, on vacation in Thailand, lost her money, and wasshanghaied into working as a sex slave. After 18 months, her handlers sold her to a Yakuzacrime family in Japan - the Aizukotetsu-kai, in Kyoto. (Read the story of her enslavement in Bangkok Dog Show Slave.)  Life in Japan was even harder...

Chapter 1

Slave in Japan

Cassie tried to look out the window of the plane to see the clouds, which seemed very far off in the distance.  She wished she could just fly away - beyond the clouds.  Her life had taken such an unbelievably painful turn and the safe, sane life she once knew now seemed as far away as the clouds.It was just 2009 when shegraduated from Sydney’s University of New South Wales.  A trip to Thailand had been her gift to herself.  Things spiraled out of control very quickly in Bangkok.

She was robbed, tricked and then systematically broken down and made to perform in sex shows. She did hard time as a prostitute.  But the final outrage was when she was bound to a cart and fucked by a dog for the amusement of perverted Thais and tourists.  Made to perform against her will by cruel Asians, she was still sweet, blonde beach girl from Newcastle, but somewhat less innocent. Her life in Australia seemed like it a dream.

Then, after being a slave for nearly a year and a half,the Chinese “mama san”, Noriko, her immediate supervisor, came to her after a show and told her that she had been sold to a syndicate in Japan.Lao Chai, the boss of the 13K Triad, the owner of the the brothel she worked in, sold her ass for the equivalent of five thousand Australian dollars. 

“You go to Japan,” Noriko told Cassie grinning. “Big Boss sold you to family in Japan.”

“What will happen to me there,” Cassie asked plaintively?

“You work. You working girl now,” Noriko told her. “You do good job or they have ways to fix bad girls.  They not nice like me,” she said laughing.

Cassie shivered.  She had been subjected to mind-numbing humiliations and torture during the 18 months in Bangkok.  Now, she was sitting on a jet plane between two young Japanese men who sat mute.  The had barely spoken to her since they picked her up.  They were two young Kobun, made men who did most of the grunt work in a Yakuza family.  Both were from the lower class and one was Korean.

Likemany Yakuza, they had started out in high school as common street thugs.  The older man, Yoshida, had been a member of a Bôsôzoku gang. The other had adopted a Japanese surname, Ito, which was the name of hisSaikô-Komon (senior-mentor).

Cassie felt like she wanted to cry, but she was too emotionally exhausted to do even that.  The thing that caused her the most pain: she had become just a “thing”...something to be bought and sold.  She prayed silently to herself that her life in Japan wouldn’t be as hard as what she had suffered through in Thailand.  Little did she know.

The plane landed in Tokyo and then they took a short flight to Kansai International Airport.  Yoshida and Ito were all business and hustled her through the airport and then through customs.  The right money had been paid to bring her under the control of Tanaka, the Oyabun (head) of the family.  Cassie, who knew nothing of the language and had only visited Japan once as a teen, was lost.  When the plane landed, there was a big, black sedan that whisked them to Kyoto.

First, Cassie would be “inspected” by Yamamoto, the  So-Honbucho, (headquarters chief) before being turned over to Noriko Maeda, “nee-san” (older sister).  There were very few women in the Yakuza, but those who were had usually inherited their position as a result of marriage/widowhood.  Maeda had been married to Hiro Maeda, the Wakagashira, (second-in-command) who governed several gangs in Kyoto and who had died of a coronary.  She was now in charge of the lucrative prostitution racket that the family controlled in that part of Kyoto, catering to businessmen. 

Cassie was brought to a warehouse in an industrial district.  She was hustled to a small office to appear in front of Yamamoto, the headquarters chief.  He was a man in his sixties.  He barely looked at Cassie when she was ushered in to his office; instead he looked over the papers Yoshida handed him.  Only after studying them, did he look at Cassie. It made her blood run cold.  He looked at her as if she was a slab of Kobe beef.   His eyes seemed almost reptilian. He spoke perfunctorily to her two escorts and then he dismissed them.

Next, Cassie was driven to an attractive house in a residential district.  As she sat in the back seat of the sedan she kept looking out at the buildings and trees.  The mirrors on the telephone poles to alert another driver of a car in a narrow alley amazed her.  When they arrived at the destination and Cassie was taken inside, she was impressed with the simple elegance of the place.   This was the brothel, but it was very different from what she knew in Bangkok.

And there is where Noriko held court. This was the Chrysanthemum House. The Japanese consider the orderly unfolding of the chrysanthemum’s petals to represent perfection and Noriko Maeda strove hard to make the house the best brothel in Kyoto.  She was in her fifties and an imposing heavy-set woman.  She was famous for her iron will and was highly regarded by the men of the family. She spoke some English. Around her were a small army of flunkies. 

Cassie was immediately impressed with the business-like atmosphere and the manner of the Japanese compared to the Thais.  When Cassie was brought in to Noriko, the older woman crooked her finger at her and motioned for her to sit on a cushion on the floor in front of her.  Maeda was seated at a Western style desk.

“I have your file...here,” she said pointing down to papers on the desk.“Were you treated well by Yoshida San and Ito San,” she said without looking at either man who stood behind Cassie against the wall.

“Yes.”

“Let me explain your employment here. Your contract has been purchased.  I have a report of your performance in Bangkok.  You will be expected to work hard here.  You understand?”

“Y...yes... But, I...I’m Australian...Will I ever be allowed to go home,”
asked Cassie with a tremor in her voice?

Noriko smiled.  “You may in time earn your freedom.  But for now, you are a working girl.  You understand?”

“I...I...uh...I guess so...”

“No guess. You must obey.  If you do not obey, you will be punished. You understand?”

“Y...yes.” 

Cassie now knew that she was going to be in similar straits as she had been in Bangkok.  If anything, these people, the same folks who had become so dominant in international business since World War II, were going to be very hard taskmasters indeed.

Chapter 2

The Handler

A few moments later, a flunky escorted two men into the room. One was older, in his fifties and other was a young man in his early thirties.

“This is Hayashi Sensei. He is in charge of punishment, if you disobey.”

Cassie stole a peek at the older man. He seemed like a nice Japanese father type or even a grandfather. He had a meek mien about him. The truth was that all the girls of the Chrysanthemum House shivered whenever his name was mentioned. The other man was young and virile...medium tall with even features.  Maeda introduced him next...

“This is Sato San. He is your “handler,” she said by way of introduction. “You must obey him always. If you do not, he will punish you or give you to Hayashi Sensei.  You will get very hard punishment. You understand?”

Cassie just kept nodding. She was overwhelmed by all of it.  The flight had given her a case of jet lag.  She was tired and frightened by the foreign surroundings. And Noriko Maeda had now thoroughly intimidated her.

At 170 centimeters (5’7”), slim and attractive at 54 kilos (119lbs.), Cassie was what Japanese men liked:  She had nicely shaped lemon-sized tits, wide hips, long legs and a full, round bottom.  Her dirty, blonde hair was thick and blunt cut at her shoulders. She had been spruced up some before she left Bangkok but herbrown pubic hair had grown in fully to a high hedge, bordered by stubble.  She had always trimmed it to wear a bikini when she was home.  Her legs and underarms were shaved and she was wearing make-up.  She felt tired and looked a little haggard, but Noriko was pleased with her.

She had Cassie stand up and twirl around for them.  Cassie felt naked even though she was fully clothed. Noriko then dismissed her and Sato took control of her from Yoshida and Ito.  He led her upstairs to a bathroom and told her to take off her clothes.  Cassie was a little embarrassed, but she had grown used to being given such orders and quickly complied. 

Sato watched with interest as she took off her dress and then her bra, panties and shoes.  Standing there naked, she became pliable as Sato guided/pushed her into the shower and then came in and sponged her...most embarrassing.  Every now and then he would tap or slap her saying ‘move leg or bend over’.

Then after the shower two young men came in and took her to a locker room of a sorts.  There were three other white women in the room.  A Dutch girl, an Englishwoman, and an American. All young.  They shot Cassie a look, but when Sato looked over at them, he barked something and they quickly looked away. Then, Sato came over and began running his hands over Cassie like he was feeling his goods.  In his heavy accented English he told Cassie that she were his whore and repeated what Noriko said, that he was her “handler”.

He then handled Cassie’s breasts like he was weighing them and then he got the lips of her pussy between his fingers and tweaked, pulled and then slipped his fingers into her.  He told her that this was his “honey pot”. A man, in a lab coat, obviously a doctor, examined Cassie including internally to see if she had a coil or cap. He then inserted an IUD into her uterus.

Then this doctor measured every part of her body.Cassie hadall her personal measurements taken: height, weight, bust, waist and hips, thigh circumference, cup size and the actual weight of her tits etc. This would be displayed on a board next to her when she was exhibited to customers. Following this, Cassie had to take the “3 Dildos”. 

Sato brought her over to a little stool.  It looked obscene as there were three dildos mounted and pointing up -  the first was 15 centimeters long (about 6”) the second onewas approximately 20 centimeters (about 8”) and the biggest one was 25 centimeters in length (about 10”).  Cassie had to squat down on each dildo to show what she could take.  Cassie thought it strange that they wanted to see what her capacity was.  She was of the opinion still that men preferred a woman who was tight but she discovered that Japanese men thought Western women had“big pussies”.  So, Sato made her try and get two biggest dildos into her cunt. He had to use some persuasion, as Cassie had a narrow and somewhat shallow vagina.

It was very disagreeable, but she got the second one to go inside her cunt.  However, she could only get¾ of the monster-sized one inside her tight pussy. After the humiliation of the three dildos, Cassie was given something to drink which, in a very short time, had her running for the bathroom and Satochuckling and saying things like, “now you be clean inside”.

Finally Sato led Cassie into another room. The brothelhad a policy that if you were to get the whip or the cane you were taken to the room where there was a wall with hooks and hanging on them were various punishment tools, like whips, tawses and canes. Just standing there looking at the cruel instruments and realizing what they were, almost made Cassie wet herself.  To drum home the message that she was to obey, Sato made her stand with her hands behind her head, fingers interlocked and her legs apart.

Cassie had to remain in position, if she closed her legs or took her hands down from behind her head, Sato told her that she would get “extra punishment”. He selected a whip with nine leather thongs, each as thin as a shoelace. He began whipping Cassie on her back and buttocks. It hurt like hell, especially when the tips hit the sides of her tits.  She jumped up and down with the pain and tried to resist the temptation to take her hands down to protect her tits or just to be able to rub and soothe them.

Also, when Sato whipped her butt, he flicked the whip so it would whip up between her legs and the tips of the whip came up and struck her pussy lips and mound. He was successful at making Cassie drop her hands to protect herself; and close her legs to protect her pussy too.  After her“punishment” he took her back into the side room where the whips and canes were kept and again displayed the sweaty soaked whip he had just beaten her with.  He made her kiss it and then thank him for administering her punishment.    

Her punishment for dropping her hands when he told her not to and closing her legs:  she would have hot, chili oil applied to her pisshole and herasshole.  The chili oil treatment was very humiliating for her.  The flunkies laid her on a bench, pulled her legs open wide and Sato applied the hot oil with a cotton swab.  When she was released shejumped around with her pussy and asshole on fire.  So, ended Cassie’s first day at the brothel.

Chapter 3

The System

Chrysanthemum House did not stand out from its neighbors to any great degree. You had to know the address, but a steady stream of knowledgeable businessmen in suits quietly began showing up every day starting at midday.  The wealthier businessmen would arrange to view the available whores who were exhibited on the “auction block”.  This was a little raised platform and each girl had her measurements on a little board that hung around her neck, or were listed in a name tag sized card clipped to a nipple, which by itself was very humiliating. 

These customers would then select a girl.  When they picked Cassie, they could take her into a privateroom to enjoy her charms at their leisure.  The other set-up was “The Plank” a wooden beam 9 meters long (30’) and a meter (3’) off the floor.   Along with the other women in the house, Cassiewas bent forward over this bar, hands secured on one side and her feet on the other with her legs apart.  This was for “Salary Men”, the workaday wage earners.

These wage slaves, in their obligatory suit and tie,who all seemed to have pinched, nervous faces, and whose only relief was drinking, karaoke and mahjongg, would come in and, like robots, pay the asking price.  Then, giggling, they would be ushered into the room where the women were bound. The would be shown the  position behind a woman commensurate with the price they paid, unzip, drop their trousers and shorts tofuck the woman from behind and or go around the other side for oral sex. Flunkieswould wash the girls after each customer or use a cloth to wash their faces after they had given a customer oral.

Sato always carried this little whippy stick with him and he was a cruel taskmaster as the harder he worked Cassie and his other whores the more money he made (he got a percentage fromChrysanthemum House.)  The brothel had a collection of five white women, three Koreans, two Thais, one Filipina and one Hmong. Sato “ran” the five white women and one of the Koreans. There was a second handler, an overweightpig-faced man named Watanabe ran the rest of the women (being non-white they were considered inferior).  The white women commanded a premium price and it was a special day for a salary man when he could fuck one of them.

When Cassie and the other girls were bent over the wooden beam to “perform”, Sato would still insist they get into the right posture for the paying customers which meant getting their butts up high so that their pussies could be seen from behind. Cassie was worked hard and there was always someone to wipe or wash her down after one client so she was ready for the next. If it was a busy period the flunkies would also give the girls a drink and sometimes something to eat while still tied over the Plank. 

One time Cassie had to go to the toilet so bad and a flunky bought a kidney-shaped stainless steel dish and put it between her legs for herto urinate into and then washed her. He gave her a drink and a rice cake to eat while she was still tied over the Plank. Sato and Watanabe were also very strict about how their girls sucked off the customers.Cassie was shown how to behave when giving oral.  When the client approached she was not supposed to just open her mouth but to purse her lips so thather mouth looked like a pussy and the guy could squeeze his cock between her pursed lips for an additional thrill.

Then when the man ejaculated, depending on what he had paid, Cassie had to hold the sperm in her mouth and show it to Sato. When the client moved away a flunky would bring over a small dish for her to spit into. If the customerhad paid more, Cassie had to open her mouth to show the load and, when told to, to swallow.

Even after her terrible time in Bangkok,  Cassiefound it humiliating to be humped in front of others and have cum dripping from her pussy. She was having sex with men from lunch time until the wee hours of the morning with Sato and the flunkies watching. It reaffirmed her worst fears that she had been reduced to a “thing” and would never again be a person.

All the girls slept in a kind of dormitory with no privacy at all.  Altogether, Cassie averaged a dozen men a day.  This didn’t include Sato.  He had access to all six of “his” women .  Usually one or two of his whores would be in his room at night and also at times during the day when they were not actually working.  One thing he liked to do was to lecture his girls as to how they should be working hard for him. He would make them sit on the floor facing him legs crossed and he would tell them how they must work harder; and would slap their face as he talked or take their nipples between his fingers and pull and twist them to emphasize his point.  

Then he would say, “You want to please me - yes?” Usually, he would open his robe and Cassie or one of the other women would get up onto his lap and sit astride his cock and he’d fuck them. He also had a padded cushion and he would point to it and Cassie or one of the other girls would be expected to lay back on it and spread their legs open wide. Then he would get on top and fuck them.

He liked to say, “ippai dasuyo” (I'm gonna shoot a lot.)

One of the two American girls, a slim, busty brunette named Vickie, had to take up position on the cushion for him one day and she didn't open her legs enough to please him so he called for the flunkies who brought a crude wooden thing... a big block of wood in a “V” shape which had spikes sticking out ofthe sides and told Vickie to get her legs open wide and then they put the block between her legs so she had to lay back with her legs WIDE apart to learn her lesson. Even with her legs spread wide the spikesdug into her tender inner thighs painfully.

The next time Vickie went back on the cushion she willingly spread very wide indeed.  The other humiliating thing was that when a girl was menstruating Sato would make her drink a kind of milk shake instead of food and this made her have a violent bowel movement.  It was very unpleasant and humiliating.  The drink was made from various herbs, seaweed and soy milk. It was a powerful laxative and purgative and after a girl had drunk the obligatory two liters, it went to work very quickly.  Soon, she would be begging to be allowed to use the toilet, which was not the Western style toilet, but the kind where you had to squat. 

The laxative was necessary because, when a girl was on her period, Chrysanthemum House sold her ass for anal sex; and Japanese men are quite fastidious about a woman having a clean rectum for such activities.  The first time Cassie saw a woman protest, it was Jillian, a willowy English blonde in her mid-twenties.  She refused the “milkshake” and Sato had the flunkies strap her into a kind of high chair and force-feed her.  Cassie, strangely, found the forced-feeding arousing – seeing that done to a woman.  It reminded her of a TV program she saw once as a child, where a zookeeper fed a stubborn python the same way. 

As Cassie watched mesmerized, the flunkies gagged Jillian with a rubber bulb. Holes had been drilled in the bulb and it was connected to a tube which in turn was attached to a bag.  The flunkies filled the bag with the unpleasant “milkshake”. When one of them released the clamp on the tube, gravity did the rest.

The bulb in Jillian’s mouth filled up with the liquid and began draining instantly.The holes in the bulb made it impossible for her to stop the flow with her tongue.  She either had to try and clamp down on the bulb to stop it from draining or swallow.  But when she bit down with any force on the bulbmore liquid was forced out and she had not choice but to swallow.  There was nothing she could do to prevent her from swallowing - whether she wanted to or not.  It was humiliating and unpleasant.   One of the flunkies massaged her throat as she struggled with the bulb in her mouth.

The next time she had her period, Cassie refused her “milkshake”.  So, Sato had her force-fed.  The experience really disturbed her.  She struggled bound like a child in her chair and even lost control of her bladder, earning more punishment.  But in the end, she drank two full liters of the disagreeable milkshake.Being controlled that way released something deep in her psyche.

Every heterosexual woman has a favorite way she likes to take cock.  Some women like it in their pussies. Some like it in their assholes.  And some women like taking it in the mouth.  Over the months she was in Bangkok, Cassie was humiliated to discover that being made to suck the cocks of strange men and swallow their semen aroused her, despite the fact that she found it mostly repulsive.  The ultimate was either being forced to kneel and take piss right from a man’s cock or to have her mouth be the receptacle for the heavy, watery ejaculation which came from a dog’s dick - which never seemed to end.  In Bangkok, Cassie had been forced to suffer both.

After nearly a month of this mind-numbing routine, Cassie was a zombie. If Cassie did not work hard enough Sato beat her.  She was allowed to socialize a little with the other girls and learned that the four other white girls had all come to Japan on “entertainment” contracts that turned out to be something other than what they expected.  The “brown” girls had all been shanghaied in their own countries and sold to the Yakuza.

Cassie got close to Vickie, the American and Greta a somber, Dutch girl just 21 years old, a student like Cassie had been.  She had come to Japan on a visa and soon found herself in the clutches of men who knew her value.  She had very big tits, a DD cup on a fairly slender frame.  She was the first one who told Cassie about the “parties”. Chrysanthemum House organized gatherings for business men and their favored employees. 

It was famous in Kyoto for this alone. The bar and food tab could run into astronomical figures, but these men and their companies could afford it.  Most of the girlswere made to perform in “shows”.  The favored routine involvedbukkake; and then fucking by the most favored employees.

What Greta told Cassie was that most of shows were, “truly disgusting”... “you can’t imagine” sorts of things.  Cassie, who had been harnessed to a trolley in a “dog show” in Bangkok, knew just how disgusting and nasty a sex show could be.  She found a kindred spirit in Greta.  The two often huddled together, thick as thieves.  And after a month, Cassie was put into a show.

Chapter 4

Mr. Endo’s Party

The big boss, Mr. Endo, wanted to celebrate his company’s good fortune. His privately held firm was one of the bigger suppliers to the Japanese auto industry. His top sales team had secured a major order, so Mr. Endo planned a special night out.  He had his number one man arrange with Noriko Maeda for a “special dinner” atChrysanthemum House.  On Endo’s guest list were his top engineers, the marketing department heads and the sales team. 

Maeda would provide all the food and the liquor. She contracted with a top chef and brought him and his staff to take care of the comestibles. Poor Cassie was to be the featured performer.  Sato made sure she was rested and brought some stylists to the house to do her hair and make-up.

He only told Cassie that she was to be the evening’s “entertainment” and that her time in Bangkok had prepared her for well. Cassie’s stomach did flip flops when she heard that.  That evening Endo and his team arrived and were seated. This was the big room and the seating was in a big “U” shape facing a small stage. Four of Watanabe’s girls served sake and brandy and many toasts were offered.  Appetizers were presented, and then the courses of food were brought out with great fanfare.  The chef made an appearance after each course to take a bow.

After the last course, as coffee was being served, a flunky took to the stage and read from a card. He thanked them for their gracious presence and then announced the “show”. The gist of what he said might be translated as follows:

“Tonight, the assassins capture the pretty blonde girl and show her true nasty side.  She is tortured in the best ways and made to obey the men.”

The flunky exited stage right; the lights dimmed and then Cassie lurched onto the stage, captured by a small spotlight. She was dressed like a school girl:  a little white sailor blouse with pink neckerchief, navy blue skirt, navy knee-socks and shiny black penny loafers.  Her hair was in a ponytail, and her make-up made her look like a fresh teen. Many of them men in the audience applauded, but quite a few just watched intently. Cassie had been told to just do as she was directed.  Sato came out dressed in black and wearing a mask. He was accompanied by a host of flunkies similarly attired.  Sato barked something at Cassie and she just froze. He then motioned to the flunkies and they seized Cassie.

They stripped her, but not completely; and she didn’t resist too much.  She behaved like a frightened school girl. As the flunkies pulled up her blouse and yanked her bra up to expose her tits, the heat in the audience began to rise.  Following this, they pulled up her skirt and pulled down her cotton panties and yanked them off.  Soon she was standing there with her tits out, in just her knee socks, her skirt and her shoes. When she protested or showed any signs of resistance, Sato slapped her face, eliciting yelps of excitement from the men in the audience.

After this, Sato turned her this way and that, flipping up her skirt to display her crotch and ass to the audience, who ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ appropriately with every move.  Then another man came out dressed in red and wearing a red devil mask.  This was Hayashi. Sato, as the Dark Lord, turned the pretty white girl over to the Red Devil.

Hayashi was an expert in kinbaku (rope suspension bondage), a Japanese specialty.  The flunkies assisted and he tied Cassie slowly and methodically in the sakuranbo.Known as “tying up the cherry” - tying the female bottom in such a way that emphasizes the vaginal area.Her arms were tied behind her back - the rope going above and below her breasts and around her upper arms with her forearms bound on top of each other and her wrists tied together. 

Then Hayashi hung her. She was suspended standing on her toes with her arms bound behind her back with rough hemp rope and her own body weight putting pressure on her crotch. Her skirt was caught in the ropes so she was naked from the waist down.  Forced to stand on her toes to keep her pussy and asshole from suffering, she soon tired and lowered herself, allowing the ropes to dig into her crotch again. 

After hanging for a time, the pressure numbed her tender girl parts; and it became impossible to remain still.  When she moved it released the pressure and the circulation was restored, but this produced a ‘pins & needles’ kind of pain.  After a brief but painful rest, Cassie got up on her toes again, repeating the cycle of fatigue and pain.  Rope between her legs soon made her sensitive flesh raw. Her own movement caused the rope to punish her.  Men drank and watched this expert torture the innocent looking white girl.  It was hypnotizing.

Hayashi had tied knots in the rope so that they rubbed Cassie’s clitoris and anus.  As she squirmed and writhed, the knots drove her crazy.  She soon began begging and sobbing...begging for relief.  She offered herself sexually if the Red Devilwould release her.  He ignored her and increased her suffering by attaching strong clamps to her nipples while she was suspended.  This soon had her crying like a baby.

He bent downand whispered to her in English that if she begged loud enough, he would release her. She soon humiliated herself totally by saying she would, “do anything” if they would release her. The men in the audience found this very exciting...

Hayashi released her only to bind her again. This time in the classickômon sarashi shibari (anus rope).  He began by tying a simple knot at the level of her clitoris.  He brought the rope between her legs and up in-between her butt cheeks.  He then tied another knot about 10 centimeters ( 4”) above her asshole.  He pulled up and tied off the waist rope; then he brought the two ends around to the front to thread them through the two vertical ropes making a perfect diamond shape and then around to her buttocks.  Flunkies forced her down on all fours...

Hayashigrabbed the two ropes between the knots and pulled- making a beautiful presentation of Cassie’s asshole.The audience began clapping wildly at this display and his skill and artistry.  With her anus on cruel display, Hayashi then produced a thin cane.  He stood over her and tapped her on her buttocks.  Then, he began to strike her on the tight “starfish” of her anus.  He made her push herself open each time to fully dilate her shit hole;and only then did he hit the tender orifice with the cane to land with a sickening ‘thud’ on her shitter. 

Each blow made Cassie gasp or moan and the men in the audience, seeing a master at work, clapped and whistled.  He tapped her with the cane on a cheek to let her know he wanted her “open” and she obediently pushed her asshole open to receive the next blow.  Every time he hit her, she yelped or groaned.  The men in the audience began to yell, “kampai” each time the cane landed!  When she was delirious with anguish, he asked her if she was ready to suck cock and she said, “YES!”

This was the signal for her to be presented to Endo’s men for a bukkakesession.  A screen was hauled out and the flunkies made a little alcove.  An announcement was made and Sato and Hayashi got Cassie on her knees.  Then Endo’s men began lining up.  One by one, they took out their cocks and began jerking off on her face. She was made to open her mouth and take their discharge. Sato stood behind her and held her head up and told her when to open her mouth or to take a cock in her mouth.  As each man began to jerk off and huffing and puffing reach his precious moment, Cassie was sprayed and slimed until her face was barely recognizable.  Her blouse and scarf, up around her neck, and her bra, down around her waist, were soon soiled too.

Sato periodically wiped up some of the semen running down her face to present it to her to swallow.  Some men got their full ejaculate right in her mouth. Others spurted wildly and got it all over her face and even her hair.  Her make-up was soon a mess and there was semen everywhere.  Cassie became very submissive as this rape of her mouth was a disturbing and powerful experience. 

She took cocks into her mouth as well, and was compelled to run her tongue over the cock heads and the undersides as well as sliding her tongue all along the shafts.  Sato made sure she licked their piss holes after they’d cum to get the last drop of semen.  She coughed and gagged and struggled not to vomit.  This only served to heighten the deeply masochistic feelings that threatened to overwhelm her.  This went on for more than 30 minutes until nearly every man in the room had his turn, even the flunkies. She swallowed a half cup of sticky, salty semen.  It was the ultimate oral rape...

After this another course of desserts were brought out. More sake and more hard liquor were poured.  The next act was almost ready and this one had the Dark Lord and the Red Devil masturbating Cassie.They unleashedyubizeme (finger attack) and their forced, rapid, violent fingerstimulation of her pussy caused an eventual shameful and uncontrollable shiofuki(female ejaculation).Working on hermethodically, with her on her back on a bench, they finger fucked her until she had two shamingshiofuki.She came so violently, that when her she stopped spurting her juice, she even began pissing.  It was quite spectacular.

After this, Cassie was bound on her hands and knees, like a naughty pony on a low platform.  A screen was provided and Endo’s men were invited to step up and fuck the white school girl who obviously had a hot pussy.  And, doggy style, they did fuck her hard.  By this time Cassie was so hot, she came more than once, causing her more emotional pain. The men laughed at how she was behaving. 

They mocked her in Japanese, and even though she didn’t understand what they were saying she knew what they meant.  Men held onto her by her hipbones and fucked her hard.  As they worked her over, she began sweating. The room was hot with all the bodies in the room and the men were sweating too.  Her make-up was now a mess and tendrils of her pretty blonde hair hung in sweaty, messy clumps.

As each man came in her pussy, it soon became a swamp of semen and her own secretions.  A thick white ring of “fuck cream” was all over her swollen labia and the opening to her hole.  When it got too nasty, one of the salesmen retrieved her cotton panties and wiped her pussy clean.  Then, he and a comrade made a big display of shoving the soiled garment into Cassie’s mouth to gag her.  Cassie found it very humiliating, as she was being treated as a common “cum dump”. When everyone who wanted a turn had his opportunity, there was a lull in the festivities.  It was time for the next part of the show.

Chapter 5

The Sea Cucumbers

A flunky made an announcement that it was time for a new indignity to be visited on the hapless white girl. They bound her on her back on a bench as another gofer brought out a wooden bucket. It contained a half dozen squirming warty sea cucumbers (namako).  As big as a cucumber they were named for, when Sato reached in, pulled out a nice fat one and held it up,Cassie recoiled in horror.

Two flunkies stood off the side and, like an abbreviatedGreek chorus, began making observations for the audience. They reminded the audience that sea cucumberscan loosen and tighten their bodies, and if the creature wanted to squeeze through a small gap, it could essentially liquefy its tubular shaped body and pour itself into a tightspace. To keep itself safe in a crevice or a crack, a sea cucumber can thenhook up all the collagen fibers in its body to make itself hard and firm so it can’t be extracted from a hole by its enemies.

Hayashi then rubbed a water based gel all over Cassie’s sex lips and around her hole. Next, Sato brought the cucumber down tothe Australian girl’s pussy to cheers from the audience. Hayashi then reached down and pulled apart the “wings” of her pussy.  Following this,Sato brought the “head” of the leathery cucumber down to Cassie’s gaping pussy.  He got the creature’s “head” right up against the opening; and with a twist he shoved the head in.  The audience watched amazed as the creature then wriggled and squirmed all the way into Cassie’s vagina in the most erotic way.  Cassie moaned feeling the slippery, slimy, sausage shaped thing slither all the way into her and begin squirming all around inside hersex hole.

“Uh….OHH….GOD,” she moaned.

The men stared at her crotch as the creature was GONE.  It had slithered all the way up inside her. Many of the men again got erections as they watched this obscene spectacle.  Sato then picked up another cucumber.  This one was bigger and even more grotesque looking.  He got its head at her vaginal opening and then it too slinked and slid into her hole in the most erogenous way. All the way inside until it had disappeared in her pussy and could not be seen.  Cassie’s eyes seemed to bulge out of her head asshe had been bound and violated in the most unbelievable way.  She kept moaning and crying out that, “It feels bad.”

The flunkies then went on, “The Dark Lordwill stimulate the creatures with the electric wand.”

As they said this, Sato produced a “violet wand”. It was a hand-held, plastic and glass devicewhich housed a high voltage electrical transformer plugged directly into a wall outlet. Sato worked the intensity level controller and the tip then glowed and sparked “purple”.

“The namako will be frightened and become very hard,” the flunkies announced to the audience.

Cassie groaned, as Sato brought the tip of the glass close to Cassie’s pussy and touched it briefly to her clitoris.  Cassie thrashed violently in her bonds, but there was little she could do. When he got the tip at the opening of her cunt, he worked it inside a bit and pushed the ‘on’ button. The shock felt very unpleasant to Cassie and she also felt the two creatures began struggling furiously inside her hole. They squirmed and wriggled in a crazed way.  Frightened, they swelled up, twisted and turned and, in the process, wedged themselves tight into Cassie’s vagina.  As they did so, they began to fill her to capacity...

At this, Sato put his hand on Cassie’s Venus mount, pointed at it for the benefit of the audience, as if to say, ‘look what I did’ and then he slapped her pussy making Cassie groan.  It was something for Endo’s men to see.  It was so erotic watching the white girl wriggling—her hips and ass humping up and down as the creatures swelled up and squirmed inside her.  Sato brought the wand down two more times. Each timeit made the sea cucumbers inflate and balloon up until they had reached their maximum warty size. The effect on Cassie was not to be believed...

When the two cucumbers had stretched her pussy to the maximum and beyond, only then did Sato produce a Hitachi wand, a vibrator.  He used that on her labia and clitoris and soon, with her vagina so tightly packed that it hurt, the vibrator made her cum. And then cum again.  The men yelled, “kampai” once again as Sato seemed to be able to make her have an orgasm at will.  One man turned to his comrade and said, “See, she’s a slut. Look at how she cums even duringjyu-kan.”  (bestiality) 

When it came time to remove the sea slugs from poor Cassie’s pussy, they brought out a douche` bag filled with a solution of lye soap and shoved the nozzle up her pussy.  When the creatures were doused and felt the soap, they exited her pussy so fast it made everyone watching laugh. After this, the party wound down.  They auctioned off Cassie’s bra and soiled panties and both items fetched a pretty price.

Chapter 6

The Boss’s Party

Fumio Tanaka, the Oyabun of the Aizukotetsu-kai, had an obligation to keep his troops happy and periodically he paid to wine, dine and entertain his men.  Since his family ownedChrysanthemum House, it was inevitable he’d bring his men there.  He booked a party two weeks after Cassie had performed for Mr. Endo’s men.

After that party, Cassie came to the conclusion that although the bulk of the house’s business was simple sucking and fucking, she was working in a “BDSM House” and special parties were on the bill.  She now realized that she had been bought from the 13K Triad in Bangkok because she had been “trained” for rough sex shows.  She reflected sadly on her destiny. ‘I’m going to be a hand puppet again. What will they do to me now’, she worried.

When Sato told Cassie she would be working another party, she groaned inwardly.  She didn’t say anything, not wanting to earn herself any more punishment.  She commiserated with Greta, who had spent her time as a performer at such events.

“Oh, God, Greta. I can’t imagine what they’ll do to me,” she sniffled. “I hope it’s not too gross.”

“I hear some talk that they’re going to bring in an animal,” Greta said.

“Really? Oh, God, not that. I absolutely hate that,” Cassie said. “They did that to me in Bangkok.”

Once again, she was dressed and made up as a young teen in a school uniform.  Sato played the role of the Dark Lord and Hayashi the Red Devil.  Cassie vowed to control her emotions and endure, but she was sickened that her life in Japan was turning out to be no better than what she had suffered through in Thailand.

The Yakuza boss was a tough guy who managed other tough guys.  The party was going to be rougher than Cassie’s first party.  They pushed her out onto the little stage and Cassie looked out to see who was in the audience, but couldn’t see a lot as they had already dimmed the lights. She wondered what sort of men they were...

And then, it began.  Sato as the Dark Lord came out and began “abusing” the little white school girl.  He was soon joined by Hayashi, once again the Red Devil.  They had the flunkies partially strip Cassie and then they bound her with her arms secured behind her back.

She was going to receive the “hugging the stones” torture (ishidaki).  This was a traditional torture going back to Edo period, the time of the Shoguns.  A dear time in history and one that was particularly meaningful for men of the Yakuza.  As Cassie was prepared, there was a significant murmur of approval from the men in the audience.

She was made to kneel on a small platform topped with sharp edged wooden triangular bars.  Forced to kneel on this cruel board - as the sharp edges dug into the front of her calves, the pain became agonizing andintolerable very quickly. 

Cassie cringed as Hayashi and Sato lugged over stone slabs; each weighed 10 kilos (22 lbs.).  Sato placed one on top of her thighs. Then Hayashi added his stone to her burden. The pressure on her knee joints added to the agony she felt in her lower legs.  The position stretched the tendons and ligaments in her joints to the limit and fretted her nerves to the maximum.  She felt it in her ankles too.  It soon became an insufferable ordeal.

Cassie writhed and her head lolled from side to side as the pain built.  She perspired heavily and it dripped down her face, neck and tits to land on the heavy stone in her lap.  Hayashisoon added a third slab.  Cassie groaned as this additional weight made her whine and mewl like a cat being strangled.  The men in the audience could see heart-shaped buttocks spread invitingly and if one looked carefully… the brown pucker of her asshole. 

Sato added a fourth slab to Cassie’s lap. Then Hayashiproduced ashimoto(bamboo whip) and swished it thru the air catching her attention.  She whined as the Red Devil got ready to hurt her with it.  Combining two tortures was very common in the old days...

She saw his black eyes in his mask as he took a position behind to beat her.  The sound of the bamboo hitting her buttocks resounded thru the room.  Cassie bit her lip in pain and cried out each time he hit her.  Each time he hit her, the men could hear the hissing intake of breath from her after the split ends of the bamboo made a wet noise as it marked her flesh.  After several blows Cassie began screaming.  Hayashi began raining a continuous rain of blows across both butt cheeks.

The blows left both cheeks raw.  Apart from her squeals and cries and murmurs from the men in the audience - the only sound was the rapid tattoo of the bamboo as the Red Devil beat her.  Each fast, sharp blow made her react.  In between squealing, she sobbed uncontrollably to wet her tits with her tears.  Hayashi beat her until her flesh was so raw, she wouldn’t be able to wear panties for two days without crying.  Finally, he stopped.  Her eyes were closed and her chest heaved as she sucked air into her lungs.

“Oh God...Oh GOD,” she babbled.

She shuddered when another slab was added; then gave a strangled cry and fainted. Sato revived her with smelling salts.  Hayashi waited a moment and then dumped a sixth slab on her thighs.  With 50 kilos (110 lbs.) on her, almost as much as she weighed…the torment was indescribable and she fainted again. Sato had to revive her again. After this, they released her and Sato presented her to the audience.  Cassie looked out at the sea of men.  Some had taken off their shirts and tied them around their waists.

She saw that they were covered with tattoos everywhere.  When Yakuza men were among their own kind, they often remove their shirts or opened them up and tied them around their waists. This allowed them to display their full-body tattoos to each other. This was one of the few times that Yakuza members displayed their tattoos, as they normally kept them concealed in public with long-sleeved and high-necked shirts.  It was a badge of honor.

These were rough men and Sato, holding Cassie by her elbow, turned to her and said, “Are you ready for me to throw you to the wolves?”

Cassie looked at the hard faces staring at her, groaned, gulped and closed her eyes.  Sato pushed her off the stage and into the clutches of the men closest to her.  Over the next hour, they used her like a doll.  She was pushed into various positions: on her back, on all fours and standing, holding onto her ankles.  Men shoved their cocks into her mouth for her to suck and unceremoniously rammed their dicks into her pussy.  In between fucks and gagging on cocks, they worked on her with the Hitachi wand, keeping her on the boil.  It was all a blur as they relieved themselves of their lusts, using the slim blonde girl to the fullest.

When they were done, Cassie lay on a table, on her back, staring at the ceiling, her mind a blank. Her thighs opened and closed revealing a rivulets of semen drooling from her swollen, reddened hole.  There was semen all over her cheeks, nose and mouth.  She had been ridden hard and put up wet, to be sure. Some men had her twice.  Thirty-two men fucked her more than 50 times in her pussy and 12 times in her asshole.

She was shamed totally, because she had several orgasms as she was raped and sodomized.  Her cries and moans left no doubt that she received pleasure from her debasement.  The experience was very intense and overwhelming - something out of hell.  She had been tested, once again, to her limits as a woman.  She lay on the table in a puddle of semen; her legs splayed wide; her pussy purple, swollen and gaping open; her breasts bruised and showing bite marks; her nipples swollen obscenely... 

She stared vacantly at the ceilingas she lay there exhausted.  She heard men laughing and joking - she felt someone pulling her up and, staggering, she was led backstage.  But the evening wasn’t over...

Chapter 7

The Black Pony

Sato, Hayashi and the flunkies had wheeled out a contraption onto the stage.  One of them came and got Cassie and dragged her away.  A while later she appeared on stage again. Sato had given her some brandy and popped an Amyl nitrate under her nose to revive her.  They had stripped her of whatever clothes she still had on and brought her over to the contraption.  It was a rack with a chair underneath.  They strapped her to the chair. 

Then the two Greek chorus flunkies got into position and a gong was heard.  They began to read from a card, and this got most of the men, sitting down again.  That is those who weren’t playingoicho-kabu, a card game popular among Yakuza members. 

Now that Cassie was back on stage, they were mildly curious as to what divertissement was next.  Boss Tanaka, who sat like a king apart, smiled as he knew what he had ordered as a finale`.  Then, there was a commotion, and everyone turned to look.  The Red Devil was leading a little pony, a small stallion with a smooth black coat, about half the size of a horse.  These were bred in Japan in the old days to haul coal in the mines.  They were twice as strong as a horse, but only weighed about 150 kilos (330 lbs.).Sato took the bridle from Hayashi.  When Cassie saw the pony, her hand went to her mouth and she bit her knuckle.  Her mind was racing and she began whimpering in fear.

Sato brought the pony to the rack.  He and the flunkies got it to rear up and get its front legs over the top rung.  Then, they ran a thick leather strap over the pony’s back to strap the animal to the rig.  It was now mounted on the contraption and its haunches were dangerously close to Cassie’s face. A flunky brought out a sealed container.  What it contained was a rag with the urine from a mare in heat. 

When the boy climbed up on the rig, opened the container and shoved the rag under the pony’s nose, the pony snorted and whinnied.  It smelled the mare and that’s when the beast’s cock dropped.  It was mottled pink and black in color and soon hung down until it seemed like it would touch the ground. But as everyone watched, it sprang up as if it were on a spring and Cassie’s eyes flew open. It happened so quickly that it was almost comical.  But it startled the blonde girl strapped to the chair who was, in effect, underneath the animal.

Hayashi then brought out a sheath.  It was made of leather and a flunky attached it to a collar that allowed it to move up or down on the horizontal bar that separated Cassie in the chair from the pony’s haunches.  By now, every man in the audience had stopped what they were doing and were now watching, with great interest, as the scene unfolded.  Card games stopped, men came back from the men’s rooms, and took their seats.  It seemed everyone put their drink down on the tables to see what was developing.

Hayashi and Sato had prepared well.  Supervising the flunkies, the Dark Lord and the Red Devil had one boy adjust the sheath so that it was now pointing towards Cassie’s face, or more accurately, her mouth.  And the boy with the rag again shoved it under the pony’s nose.  The animal reacted and the rack shook a little as it tried to move or get down from the rack, but it was not to be.  Its rear hooves were resting on a shelf that had been designed to keep the animal stationary.  And its front legs were immobilized by being over the upper horizontal bar.  The strap kept the pony from backing up or getting off the contraption.

It’s cock was now monstrous in size.  A full 36 centimeters long (14”) the shaft, close to the head, was no thicker than a man’s cock, but the head was as big as a golf ball.  It was already drooling a thin white cream.  Another flunky guided the animal’s penis into the leather sheath and as soon as it felt the tight glove around its organ, it began thrusting. Just as it did so, Sato slid Cassie’s chair, mounted on rails, forward so that her mouthwas right there when the animal thrust its haunches forward.  The pony’s smell was very strong and she felt overwhelmed by the combination of sights and sensations, as well as the sheer depravity of the situation.  Struck dumb, she could only stare...

Sato barked at her to open her mouth and brought her out of her trance. She hesitated for only a moment, because it was hard for her to open her mouth for such a monstrous organ.  The head was twitching and looked so big and alien. Whimpering, she submittedand took the obscene cockhead in her mouth.  The pony, feeling the glove tight sheath on its shaft and Cassie’s mouth engulfing the sensitive head of its cock, began to hump. 

The little stallion pulled back its haunches only a little as the adjusted its pelvic thrusts to the available friction.  As the pony humped, the sheath slid up and down its thick shaft following the pony’s thrusting motion. Cassie held the animal’s golf-ball sized head in her mouth and sucked.  When the cock suddenly popped out of her mouth, Sato barked at her to get it in her mouth again and Cassie could see the gross urethral opening of the pony’s cock winking open and closed - open and closed.  As she got it back in her mouth, in the next moment...she was flooded.

The pony began to whinny and ejaculate at the same time, and its balls began to empty andfillCassie’s mouth with a huge torrent of cum.  There was so much it seemed to drown her.  The first spurts were thin and watery, but as the animal continued to ejaculate, the continuing torrents were thick and gelatinous like glue. 

Sato kept his hand on the back of her head so that she kept her mouth on the animal’s cock to receive all the semen.  There was a lot and she just kept swallowing and swallowing it, but as the beast kept spurting, it filled her mouth faster than she could gulp it down.  Some dribbled from the corners of her mouth and dripped down onto her tits.  She gasped for breath, through her nose, as the hot fuck-slime filled her mouth faster than she could swallow. 

The overflow of the pony’shot discharge continued to slop from hermouth down onto her chin, neck and even her tits. As the pony continued to ejaculate, Cassie was dimly aware of the excited murmurs and comments from the flunkies as well as the men in the audience.  Her cheeks ballooned and she gagged as there was so much.  She struggled not to vomit.  Ropes of horse jismhung from her chin.  The flunkies grinned, laughed and pointed at her.  She had swallowed most of the thin, milky cum and the gelatinous cream, but she had gotten messy in the process. 

She felt a little sick to her stomach from her forced feeding, but it also felt “sexual”. 

When Sato took his hand from the back of her head, Cassie looked like she was going to vomit.  He told her to get control of herself.  But, she had swallowed a lot of horse cum and the fishy taste and gluey texture made her feel sick.  With one hand covering her face and the other cradling her belly, she struggled to control the urge to vomit. The thought that a horse had cum in her mouth was strangely arousing.  And the shame of having this forced on her in front of so manyaroused her as well.  She was strongly aware of the men whooping, laughing and mocking her. She didn’t understand Japanese, but the intent was so very clear.  One of them yelled at her that she was a “white fuck pig”.

Finally the pony seemed to be done. She felt like a rag after having been forced to do something so depraved.  She had become very accustomed to having someone take control of her body and make her do depraved things.

Of course, the program called for her to be fucked by the pony.  The contraption was designed so that a harness could be added to suspend her beneath the animal.  When they got Cassie perched under the pony in just the right position, the flunky with the urine soaked rag, got it once again under the pony’s nose and the reaction was immediate.  It got another erection.

The animal’s cock was rubbery and waving around.  When it got a whiff of the sex odor, it cock stiffened and got was fully erect in a flash.  Rigid, as it moved as much as the contraption permitted, it hooves could be heard clomping on the shelfand it cock was heard as it slapped against its belly.  Cassie heard it too.  Sato grabbed her by her hair and made her look at it. 

Now fully erect, the head of its cock seemed to be as big as a plum, and the monstrous shaft as long as her forearm from fist to elbow.  She knew that any moment she was going to have that humongous dick inside her and she got worried it would tear her vagina.  This emotion added to the excitement and shame she was feeling.  All of this propelled her to new depths of masochistic submission. She craned her head forward and, wide-eyed, stared at the animal’s big phallus.

The little stallion, on its hind legs with its forelegs over the upper bar, was ready to cum again; ready to thrust its cock into a warm, wet hole.The stallion’s cock had stopped slapping its cock against its belly and it hunched forward trying to find the pussy it had smelled.That’s when Hayashi and the flunkies got its cock into her.  Hayashi grabbed its cock and Sato made Cassie spread her legs widewhich made her pussy gape open; and hold onto the harness suspending her with both hands.  Cassie felt the cock head touch her pussy.

With Hayashi’s help, it got its cock head at her sex-hole; then the pony thrust its powerful hindquarters and drove the cock in.  Inside now, the animal began humping, pushing her back.  And while her sex-hole had been opened, the muscles of her vagina had to stretch a lot to take the animal’s dick.  As it dilated her, and the head slid inside her warm, wet cavern, Cassie groaned loudly.  The opening of the vaginal sphincter and the stretching of her pussy tube was an eye-watering experience.  And she was only able to take about two-thirds of the mammoth cock in her cunt.

The big head plowed in, touched her cervix and went deeper into the pocket at the end of her cunt - stretching her totally.  She felt a combination of pain and pleasure.  She tried to pull back when she felt the pony trying to force more inside, but there was nowhere to go.  There was so much cock inside her and as it reached bottom, she cried out.  The penetration was mind-boggling and she groaned so loud that it made the audience react.

The massive cock stretched her sex hole to the max.  Then the pony pulled out, giving her a chance to catch her breath, but the respite was brief as it just rammed it back in again.  A very hard thrust.  Just slammed it in.  It was hard to believe she had room for a cock that big.  It was like having her forearm, from fist to elbow, shoved in her hole.  She groaned like it was about to come out her mouth.  The flunkies, standing behind, crowded closer to see the huge cock penetrate her.

The pony had erected to its full length and girth and two-thirds of it was inside her hole.  She braced herself as the pony began to whinny,  snort and hump her again and again.  Most of the time, the pony’s dick went in all the way to to the end of her cunt. The cynical Yakuza men, who had seen and done everything, were awed.  Everyone was mesmerized by what they were seeing.  The penetration was totally beyond any Cassie had received before, even from the dog in Bangkok.  Her whole pelvis felt invaded, filled, stretched and distended.  Inside, the head of the pony’s cock flared and its balls, which hung pendulous in its scrotum, went up and down showing the animal’s excitement and readiness to ejaculate. 

The pony, neighing, snorting and whinnying, now began to fuck her harder. She could feel its flared cockhead stretching her.  There was no part of her hole its cock had not touched and stretched.Her cries left no doubt that it hurt when the animal slammed hard into her with 150 kilos of flesh and bone behind it.  Its humping was so energetic that its rear hooves scooted forward on the shelf with the force of its powerful thrusts.  Comically, its tail flicked up and down which seemed to communicate the animal’s happiness with the mating. Cassie’s tits, jiggling and swaying, as the animal had its way with her, showed how steady was the fuck she was receiving.

The pony would fuck her for a bit and then it would stop, pull back and its cock would slip out.  The big dick would wave around and then the little stallion would hump and with help from Hayashi, find her hole again and penetrate her fully and painfully.  The beast fucked the shit out of her for maybe 20 to 30 seconds at a time.

As the little stallion drove its huge phallus in and out of her pussy, she began to feel the stirrings in her loins that told her she was going to cum.  Her orgasm started to build.  Sweat poured off her.  As the pony fucked her for about 20 seconds straight, Cassie had an orgasm and showed everyone how it felt as she screamed like a madwoman.  The men, drinking and enjoying the show, looked on in wonder and delight.

Everyone watched as the beast kept humping its haunches back and forth in a monstrous mockery of human sex.  And Cassie was out of her mind. Occasionally, she stared at the beast above her. Other times, her eyes were closed.  Her hair became sweat-soaked and was splayed all over her face.

The little stallion was also getting close to cumming.  By instinct, the animal shoved its cock in as deep as it could trying to push the flared head to seal off her hole.  The slit in the pony’s cock head was up against the end ofCassie’s pussy now.  Its cock had stretched her pussy to unbearably painful dimensions.  Even though as she cried out, yelled and screamed, the thrill and excitement was mind boggling.  Its cock had reached beyond any previous penetration she had experienced. 

The problem was the stallion kept mounting and then remounting her.  She would feel herself approaching another cum, and then the pony would dismount.  Then at some point, the head of its cock created suction and Cassie felt the pull on her uterus. Since the cock was tight in her vagina without any air gap, it produced suction that pulled on her cervix and uterus.   It was like her womb was being pulled out of her body.  This was both somewhat unpleasant and pleasurable at the same time. This pushed Cassie over the edge and she had a massive orgasm that went up to her breastbone, all through her pelvis and down her thighs.  She nearly swooned. 

The pony finally ejaculated, and thick gushes of hot cum filled her hole.  Cassie felt it hot and wet inside her.  Over and over it spewed.  A cup of yellowish cum backed up in her hole to come oozing out around the animal’s shaft.  Any movement on the pony’s part made some squirt out. 

The pony’s ejaculation was so heavy that cumwent everywhere - all over her pussy and on her innerthighs and on the animal’s lemon-sized balls.  Hot cum dribbled down her ass crack.  The pony was not moving now,her pussy stretched tight around its shaft, as its orgasm subsided.  It flexed a final time to squirt the last drops of semen into her stretched hole.

Cassie and the pony were both panting as they waited for the swollen, flared head to subside.  The pony pulled back slightly, making her grunt, as the cock did not come out.  Her pussy was stretched tight around the engorged column of equine cock meat.  The pony pulled back and this time, its cock popped free.  The stallion whinnied, shuddered and flicked its tail.  Cum now ran from her hole.  Some men got closer to look.  Her vagina was open. One man said to his comrade that he could put his hand in her hole now. 

The pony’s dick hung down, dripping cum.  Semen poured from Cassie’s gaping hole and splattered on stage floor as it ran down the crack of her ass.  But the little pony was not done.  It still had lots of cum in its balls.  After a few minutes, the mating was repeated; and the little stallion remounted her two more times in the next 15 minutes.  Each time, it fucked the shit out of her.

On the second remount, she came again.  Each time the pony ejaculated, it filled her pussy full of cum. An horse cums a lot more than a man or a dog (a ¼  to a ½  cup with each ejaculation.).  Finally, the animal was done and Hayashi and the flunkies got it down off the contraption and two boys led it away.  Cassie was exhausted…a mess. Cum dripped from her hole, but it was tinged pink from blood leaking from small tears in her vagina, which was inevitable given the size of the cock that had raped her.

Her crotch was wet: her mound...her ass and her pubic hair was coated.  Hayashi got a bowl to catch the mess that drained from her hole, made her drink it and then lick the bowl clean as a finale` to the show.  Some of the Yakuza men actually applauded when Cassie vomited. It was the last humiliation of the night as a big gush of smelly, foamy whitish-yellow slop cascadedfrom her mouth like a fountain.

Chapter 8

Mr. Kichida

Some nights Cassie spent in Sato’s quarters, like all his girls.  She came to enjoy these nights sometimes.  When she was there, his attention was all on her, and working as a whore everyday deprived her of real human contact, so any attention was better than none.  Whatever feelings she had about him became distilled into “worshipping” him as her boss.  It was the old Stockholm Syndrome: theparadoxical,psychological phenomenon where hostages come to have empathy and positive feelings towards their captors.

And she discovered that she could best express her feelings when she was in his bed by giving him a great blow job.  Cassie had become a master at sucking cock.  The payoff, when the man dumped his load in her mouth, had become a treat for her; the reward for a job well done.  One night she gave Sato a simply exquisite blow job.  She licked his anus and his nuts and laved his cock with wet love.  She used her tongue to tantalize him and then sucking and jerking him off, she made him have a spectacular cum. Sato was in heaven.  When he came hotly in her mouth he felt his whole soul had spurted thru his penis. 

Afterwards, he even cuddled with her, but she made the mistake of trying to kiss him.  This was a no-no.  He got angry with her and told her that she should never put her “dirty” mouth on his.  Not a mouth that had been where hers had been. 

“Never put your mouth on my mouth.  You have a dirty mouth, whore!”

Cassie was hurt emotionally. She went from enjoying his affectionate snuggling to having him kick her out of bed to sleep on the floor, like a dog. A metaphor for what had happened to her since her vacation in Bangkok went awry.  However, it was part and parcel of the hard life she had been sentenced to.  The one bright spot was that she came to be close to the other girls in his stable.  They were the only friendly faces in her world. 

Greta and Vickiewere her closest allies, but she liked Carol, the plump American redhead.  Jillian, the English girl, washard to get to know. She was more closed off and only Greta had any real contact with her.  As the months wore on, Cassie realized that the girls would talk about what happened at the Plank, as they were all bound next to each other.  But, they were reticent to talk about the parties and the “special customers”.  Cassie, after Endo and Tanaka’s party, understood.  It was just too shaming and embarrassing.

Some of the customers who took Cassie to a private room truly disgusted her too.  There was the older accountant, a Mr. Kichida, who liked to jerk off on her face.  After that, he wanted to have Cassie kneel before him, open her mouth, take his piss directly from his cock and then swallow. The piece de resistance ofhis sessions was for him to defecate a turd onto a plate and then have Cassie lick the turd, getting it wet with her saliva.

She was not to score the turd with her teeth or bite it, just get it shiny with her saliva.  He liked to have a whore taste his shite. The first session with Kichida did not go well.  Cassie was reluctant to put her mouth on his shit, but he had paid and she didn’t want to incur Sato’s wrath.  But she didn’t vomit after she’d anointed his shit with her saliva.  And this is what Kichida San wanted to see as he jerked off.  This is what got him off...

Kichida complained to Sato who got furious with Cassie.  He punished her withthe “compass”.  Cassie was made to lie naked on he back on a metal bed frame in a storage area.  Her limbs were stretched in four directions, tied with strips of cloth and then secured to a bedframe. Her whole body, except her head, was tightly restricted. She was kept bound naked this way for awhole day. She lost control of her bladder and bowels during the ordeal adding to her humiliation.  The next time, as a “freebie” for Kichida, since he was a good customer, Cassie dutifully vomited after she licked his shit. It wasn’t hard.

Chapter 9

Tit and Pussy Torture

Two older men bought Cassie one afternoon.  Her tits fascinated them.  They picked her from the “auction block” and took her to a room.  There, Sato gave them akittee, an Indian torture device that corresponded to the European thumbscrew.  It was a wooden screw press somewhat like a lemon squeezer.  Between the plates a woman’s tits could squeezed often to the point of fainting.  They bound Cassie’s wrists behind her back and then put the kittee on her tits.

Having her milk bags squeezed painfully brought tears to the Australian girl’s eyes, but it only whetted their appetites.  To this terrible torture, they added a refinement.  They had requested a pair of pliers and this they used on Cassie’s nipples.  She had rose colored nipples with medium sized areoles.  But her nipples were as big as peanuts. This is why they had selected her.  They were fascinated by their spectacular size. The younger man grabbed one in the jaws of the pliers and squeezed making Cassie wince and cry out.  Then he did the same to the other nipple.  He went back and forth and soon added a sickening little twist to the routine. 

At one point, they took the kittee off and using their hands they slapped her tits unmercifully. One of them stood behind and held her by her shoulders as the other beat the shit out of her tits.  He started off by giving her little smacks across her sore nipples, but soon he was just wailing on them – hitting her whole tit with hisfull, broad, heavypalm.  The sound reverberated off the walls of the small room, punctuated by Cassie’s groans and screams. 

When they had worked themselves up to a fever pitch, they turned her over on her stomach and took turns fingering her until they made her have ashiofuki (a female ejaculation).  Then, the older man worked his fingers back into to her dripping cunt, one-by-one until he had all four fingers in her, making Cassie groan.  He curled his thumb to his palm, and curled his fingers so that he had made a fist inside her holewith his wrist encircled by her vaginal sphincter and hot, pink labia. Cassie moaned when he did this and then groaned very loud when he began turning his balled fist around.  He went this way and that and each time he did that, she groaned and squealed like a stuck calf.

He got it in all the way and then began pumping his fist in and out.  He fisted her until she had another wet shiofuki. She had never been fisted before, but since her pony fuck, her pussy was becoming used to being stretched.  Still, the man’s fist was an uncomfortable intrusion. Then, they took turns fucking her in her asshole, using only their saliva and her secretions to lubricate her tight passage.  Finally, they worked chopsticks into her urethra and didn’t stop until they had forced three of them into the tiny orifice. 

They took them out and then reinserted them slowly raping her tiniest hole.  Cassie found it weird and terribly unpleasant. When they began working more of them into her pisshole, Cassie’s howls could be heard throughout the building.  Sato came in at one point with a rag and smilingly asked the two men to gag the poor girl.  Which they did, so that they could continue to have more fun.  They finished off by jerking off on her face, but made her take their cocks in her mouth toswallow some of the load.

Chapter 10

Electro Torture

This was another hellish night for Cassie.The setting was a dinner party for a small software company: the owner, his minor partner, and six key employees.  They were seated around a low table, they enjoyed drinks for awhile.  Then dinner was served.  After dinner, when the table was cleared, Sato and Hayashi brought Cassie into the room.  First, she had to do a striptease for the men. 

She wore a very short skirt and a low top that accentuated her tits.  With her hot red lipstick and blonde hair, she was suitably exotic for the these men.  When she was naked, Sato made her bend over and display her “charms”.  Cassie had a simply beautiful pink-lipped pussy with the cutest clitoris peeking out from under its thin hood. She had to pull her pissflaps apart to show “pink”. Always humiliating...

Sato and Hayashi bound her spread-eagled and naked to a low table. Hayashi inserted a blunt shaped copper cylinder into her vagina just behind her pubic bone and it filled her hole nicely.  Every sensitive spot on her anatomy was then clamped or received the invasive insertion of a probe.  A thin corkscrew electrode was screwed into her urethra. The hood of her clitoris was retracted and an alligator clip was used to clamp the organ. 

Her rectum got penetrated by a thick aluminum plug and Hayashi grasped her tongue with a pair of pliers, pulled it out of her mouth, secured it so she couldn’t retract it and then attached electrodes to her tongue. He clamped her nipples last.  Sato connected the leads to a transformer. They were synched up to create four circuits.  One circuit connected her pisshole and her rectum. The second connected her clitoris and her vagina. The third circuit connected her nipples and the fourth circuit consisted of the electrodes on hertongue. 

Sato handed outfoursmall wireless controllers. Sato gave a demonstration and soon all the men were having fun torturing her.  They exchanged controllers so they could enjoy shocking different parts of her body through the four circuits. Cassie was subjected to nearly an hour of low-amperage electro shock torture.

Cassie shuddered, twitched, shook and writhed on the table.  It was excruciating and humiliating. She drooled and fainted twice.Her nipples swelled up as big as cashews and turned bright purple and so did her tongue and clitoris.She had been transformed into a doll, an inanimate object.  The “hottest” charge was the circuit that connected her pisshole and her shit hole.  When this was activated, the pain was intense and her hips came off the table like she was trying to fuck the ceiling.  The next hottest charge was the circuit on her tongue, since the organ was wet with saliva.  These hurt terribly and made her feel like she was going to lose her mind and her eyes would pop out of her head. 

The weakest charge was the circuit that connected her clitoris with her vagina.  When she was shocked there, it was a weird combination ofunpleasant and arousing.  It gave her a hot, buzzy, itchy feeling that felt stimulated her; and made her pussy drool. When someone worked this controller, Cassie’s hips writhed in the most erotic way. The men were fascinated by what the three controllers could do and they played with them and passed them around as each man wanted a turn. And it went on and on, until with bulging erections, they were ready to dump their hot loads in her.  Sato, seeing that it was time,removed all the electrodes and got her on all fours on a coffee table. 

One man got in front of her and another took his place at her ass.  They took turns fucking her pussy and mouth until everyone’s balls were empty. They humped her like a toy for an hour. When it was all over, poor Cassielay slumped on the table in a wet heap leaking from her cunt and cum on her lips, cheeks and chin.Her tongue, clitoris and nipples had swelled to comically obscene dimensions and made her look disfigured.  She could barely talk with her tongue swollen.

And to add to his men’s amusement and to cap the evening’s fun and games, the company’s president got her on her tummy and put a cushion under her hips.  Then he told her to “hump” it. When Cassie didn’t show enough enthusiasm, he took off his belt and whipped her butt cheeks to encourage her.  He kept her at it until she’d made herself cum. She pressed her pussy against the cushion and rubbing it hard, she came! Being forced to masturbate in front of someone was always the most degrading thing of all.  It exposed her totally and made her a participant in her own debasement. 

She “fucked” the cushion and put on such a show that all the men crowded around to watch and cheer her on.  When she reached her cum, she cried out and then slumped exhausted, but the company’s president pulled his number one employee forward and told Cassie to get down on the floor.  She looked up with weary eyes and wondered what else he could make her do...

He wanted her to hump the man’s leg like a dog!  Cassie groaned, but got into position. He kept her at it until she’d made herself cum again.  With the men cheering her on, Cassie performed like a trained animal.  She was numb when it was all over.The next day, Greta caught Cassie looking at herself naked in the mirror.  She was touching her tits...holding them up and looking at herself closely.

“What are you doing?  What are you thinking,” Greta asked her?

“I’m looking at myself.  And you know what? ...All I see are my tits, my ass and my cunt.  That’s all I am now,” she said tears welling up in her eyes. “Just tits, ass and cunt!”

Greta reached over, put her arm around Cassie’s neck to pull her close and gave her a hug...

Chapter 11

Maria’s Crucifixion

As bad as things had been for Cassie, not long after her “electro” session, she and the other girls got to bear partial witness to one of the worst sessions any of them had seen.  A wealthy couple, Mr. and Mrs. Fukuda, the woman in her early fifties and the man in his sixties, had paid to see a girl “crucified”. Checking the girls out on the “auction block”, they selected a chubby, pretty Filipina who worked for Watanabe. Her name was Maria and she had been a bar girl in Manila, before coming to work in Japan.

She was full-figured with very brown skin, an absolutely beautiful mouth, thick black hair, big dark nipples and a hairy pussy. The couple didn’t want to have sex per se.  They wanted to witness the cruel torture of a Catholic woman. This is why they selected Maria.  Afterwards, they would go home and, reliving the experience, masturbate in front of each other.  It was their way to “get off”.

For Maria, it became a session that took her out of action for several days. She was dressed up in what would pass for prison clothes: gray top and pants.  Hayashi and Sato were the “judges” and they sentenced her to be crucified as the Fukudas watched breathlessly.

Asshe was sentenced in Japanese and English, Maria began to weep as Sato had not told her what the session was about.  She was hearing it for the first time and her wide-eyed shock was catnip to to the Fukudas.  Standing there, shivering in her prison clothes, Maria grunted with the strain when two flunkies put a heavy beam, weighing 25 kilos (56 lbs.) on her shoulders and lashed it secure.  It would prove to be a torment to carry. 

They force-marched her outside into the courtyard. Cassie and Greta weren’t working and they peeked from an upstairs window.  The beam was heavy and Maria stumbled as they made her march around the perimeter. Then, Sato and Hayashi brought her to stand in front of a square pole sunk in the ground.  The pole had a two-inch block cut from the top where the crossbeam went.  The flunkies took the beam from her shoulders. 

Hayashi and Sato made her take off her cotton top and pants.  The garments were wet with sweat from her exertions of carrying the beam.  Her big, brown nipples and hairy Mons were now visible to the couple.  Hayashi had orders to prolong her agony, and as a great student of torture, he had read how the Romans had refined crucifixion into an exquisite torture. Everything was done to prolong the victim’s anguish on the cross.

If you let someone hang by their arms alone, they would asphyxiate too quickly, so the ancient Romans had devised ways to distribute the victim’s weight on the cross so their suffering could be drawn-out.  To this end, Hayashi had fixed a curved rod topped bya knob to the pole about hip height.  This would penetrate Maria’s asshole to support her bodyweight - but it promised to be a terrible torment.  Hayashi greased it as everyone watched...

They made her lie down on the ground and then Hayashi bound her wrists to the beam.  He and Sato got her on her feet and walked her backwards, with the beam sitting heavily on her shoulders, to the pole.  They lifted the crossbeam to the top of the stake and sat her down on the greased rod, so it penetrated her anus and slid up into her rectum. 

Hayashi bent her legs and then placed her feet sole-to-sole on the front of the pole.  In this position, which flexed her thighs and exposed her crotch, he lashed her heels to the post.  She was now secured to the post by all four limbs and soon felt the full, cruel agony of her position.  Maria’s loins, with the rod in her shitter, were supported, but it was a hard perch with rod deep in her rectum.  Crucified, she was soon feeling total body agony. 

Her legs were bent and as she explored how much she could move, it wasn’t a lot.  With her wrists bound, her arms stretched and her heels lashed to the post, she could only move up and down through a limited range.  Her orange-sized tits wobbled and jiggled with each movement of her body.  Her head lolled back and forth; then she hung her head in shame and futility.  Shemade eye contact with the Fukudas, but was sickened by the lust etched in their faces and turned away.

It soon became difficult to breathe, and the pain of her bondage soon forced her to stand up on her heels and pull herself up by her arms to relieve the pressure.  She took in a breath when she stood.  But soon, the pain and the fatigue in her thigh muscles became unbearable.  So, she allowed herself to hang by her wrists again.

This forced the rod deep into her shit-hole.  She went up and down...up and down... like a puppet.  Maria hung for as long as she could stand it; then pulled herself up.  Holding this position for a few moments allowed her to relieve the pain in her wrists and get air into her lungs.  Then, this pain became too much, so she sagged and the rod went far up her asshole again.  It was excruciating... Going up and down, up and down...it was like she was ass-fucking herself on the post.

Sweating in the sun, she soon became dehydrated and thirsty.  Satohad a flunky piss in a bucket, soaked a sponge in the urine and then held it up to her lips.  The smell made Maria shake her head in protest, but she was thirsty and knew that it would only be worse if she refused so, she bit on the soaked sponge.  The Fukudas were beside themselves. She held her husband’s hand and kept squeezing it, her breath coming in little gasps as she enjoyed Maria’s suffering.

The poor Filipina writhed and squirmed and this only hurt her wrists and heels.  As the afternoon wore on, Maria cried out.  She uttered things like, “Madre Dios” (Mother of God) and beseeched Jesus to save her. She cried out in Tagalog, English and Spanish as the agony of her position overwhelmed her. The Fukudas were ecstatic.  They were getting their money’s worth.  Having her cry out to her Christian God was just the frosting on the cake!

Hayashi had read that the Roman torturers would add to the victim’s suffering in a variety of ways.  From them, he got the idea to takea short, sharp needle mounted on the end of a stick and use this to jab Maria’s breasts, especially her nipples.  Each cruel stab produced a groan of anguish and more begging for Jesus to save her.  Soon, her tits and her big, brown nipples were stippled with dozens of tiny puncture wounds. Asami Fukuda, the wife, looked as she was about to cum...to have an orgasm, at this point.

Hayashi also painted Maria’s face, underarms and crotch with sugar water to attract insects. He used a little brush, paying special attention to her ears, nose, mouth, armpits, pussy, clitoris, ass crack and anus.  The flies and gnats soon arrived.  Just a few at first, but attracted by the sweetness of thesugar water, they began to swarm.  Maria had been sweating heavily - adding salt for the insects to feast on.  The flies were soon crawling all over her, and began to invade wherever there was an opening. 

As the teaming horde overran her face and crotch, she nearly lost her mind.  Her dripping armpits, her nose, ears, mouth and crotch were soon well infested. This was one of the most effective tortures as it opened up her most private orifices to pollution and invasion by insects.  Maria began sobbing and bawling as the flies had their way with her. She began babbling like an idiot after awhile, as if she was losing her mind...

Later, Hayashi forcibly inserted a thick wooden rod into her vagina several times and then redrew it, raping her cruelly.  To add to her suffering, he worked a thin rod in and out of her urethra making her writhe in agony.  He then pressed the urine soaked sponge against her lips again; and she was so parchedshe drank the piss.  Maria tried to control the pain of her bondage by changing positions, but at some point she realized there was no relief - only endless agony going up and down on the pole. She hung her head, mumbling and sweating in mindless agony.Periodically, she would raise her eyes to heaven and begin praying...

Sato took the initiative and masturbated her.  He rubbed her pissflaps and clitoris until he had her writhing and crying out.  She was so ashamed, but it only got worse when he made her cum and not long after, she even lost control of her bladder. Fifteen minutes later, the Fukudas left. They were both so excited, so worked up...they couldn’t wait to get home and masturbate as they re-imagined Maria’s suffering on the cross...As for Maria, it took days for her to recover. 

It had been a traumatic, harrowing experience.  But she felt closer to her God by undergoing the same suffering her Savior had and this was a mildly comforting thought. In her home country, many worshippers during Good Friday consent to being hung on the cross, as a religious experience.  For Maria, however, it was much more shaming...

Chapter 12

Noriko

One night, Noriko Maeda paid a call on Cassie.  She had Sato bring her to one of the private rooms.  Cassie waited nervously.  Sato didn’t say who the customer was or what he wanted.  Cassie was surprised when Noriko walked into the room andbegan taking off her clothes.  She was wearing a navy silk suit and a pale peach silk blouse.  Cassie watched uneasily as the woman’s body was revealed.  .  She wore a beige bra and reached behind to unsnap it – revealing a heavy set of “hangers” capped with big brown nipples.  Her tits were large and hung down. 

She kicked off her shoes and dropped her silk trousers and nylon bikini panties.  She had a big butt, a protruding belly and was very hairy between her legs.  Her pubic hair went almost up to her navel and grew on her inner thighs too. She cradled her tits in a self-satisfied way and then went to a cabinet to pull out a strangeapparatus. She set it down in the center of the room. She crooked her finger at Cassie and pointed to the device.  It was a small tripod with a padded seat.

“Lay down.  Put your head there,” she said, pointing to the seat. 

She got Cassie lying on her back with her head on the seat with her hands, palms down, under her buttocks.  Cassie was facing the ceiling and as she lay there apprehensively, Noriko straddled her face and got her crotch right over herface.  Noriko squatted down and lowered herself until she made contact with Cassie’s face. The older woman had a nice sex odor and her hairy pussy parted a bit as she squatted so that Cassie could see her plump labia and peanut-sized clit.

Her inner sex lips were fat and asymmetrical.  Her yellow-white skin was a contrast to the dark grove between her ass crack.  She was moist, and her sex lips glistened in the room’s light.  She sat down fully on Cassie’s face, and then lifted herself up slightly to adjust her position.  The she just sat there.  She’d brought a small book with her and began to read.  Cassie had all she could do to breathe.  It was very humiliating.  Noriko sat there for 30 minutes reading.  As she enjoyed her “seat”, her pussy got a little wetter and Cassie had no choice but to smell and taste her.  Finally, Noriko put the book down and began to “ride” back and forth, using the Australian girl’s nose, mouth and chin to rub herself against.

She grunted softly as she worked her hips back and forth.  Cassie could barely breathe.  She had her mouth open and her tongue out to lick the older woman’s hot, wet pussy.  Her nose rubbed Noriko’s clitoris on the upstroke.  Noriko’s pussy  swelled and became juicy so that Cassie’s face got wet from her cheeks to her chin.  And then Noriko began jerking her hips back and forth in a way that let Cassie know she was about to cum. 

She tensed up and came; and her discharge flooded Cassie.  She swallowed the slippery pussy juice; she really had no choice.  After Noriko came, she relaxed and sat down heavily on Cassie’s face, causing her to beat on the older woman’s thighs, as if to beg for mercy.Noriko’s weight on her face and her wet orgasm overwhelmed her.  It made it hard to breathe, but feeling submissive, Cassie unconsciously thrust her tongue deep into the older woman’s vagina and wriggled it around inside her hole.

“That’s nice,” Noriko praised her.

Cassie surrendered to the older woman, who then ground her crotch on Cassie’s face this way and that, extracting all the pleasure she could get from having the girl’s nose and mouth available to her.  Then Norikoadjusted her position and rolled her ass over Cassie’s face so she could have her eat her asshole as well.  Cassie obediently licked the woman’s shit hole; and finally, it was done.  Norikogot up and dressed, very business like, and left without saying another word.

Chapter 13

Dr. Saitou

He was a doctor named Saitou.  What sort of doctor was not known by anyone at Chrysanthemum House.  Everyone thought he might be a gynecologist.  In any event, he was middle-aged and non-descript in appearance.  What he liked was scaring girls half to death.  He selected Cassie from the “auction block” and she was taken to a room.  There was a gynecologist table.  Sato and a flunky strapped her to the table with her legs in the stirrups and her wrists by her side.  They also used a strap around her mid-section.  Cassie was very fretful as she was being bound for something terrible, she felt.  The Doctor was escorted into the room; and asked Sato if he had gotten the vibrator he wanted. 

He had requested a certain model with a small bullet shaped head.  He brought his own speculum.  As Sato watched, he used this to dilate Cassie’s vagina until it was expanded to the maximum. The speculum was an inexpensive, plastic see thru model and when it was in, Cassie’s pussy had flowered open so that you could see the “os”,the opening, in her cervix – the path into her womb.  The good doctor smiled when he saw inside Cassie’s pussy. It was perfect for his type of fun.

Sato then handed him a long plastic tube which Saitou inserted into her dilated vagina at an angle.  Saitou asked that the table be adjusted so that Cassie was brought into a half-upright position.  The flunky cranked the table so that she was sitting at a 45 degree angle.  Now shecould see the tube in herpussy; and stared down at the apparatus in her cunt. Her hole was framed by her hairy labia and she could see the “wings” of the speculum with the tube going into her...

The Doctor turned to Sato and said, “Do you have what I requested?”

Sato did.  He turned to the flunky who reached down and brought out a plastic bottle.  Sato took the bottle, held it up, shook it a little, smiled and then handed it to the Doctor. Where he was standing, Cassie couldn’t see what was in the bottle. Sato told Dr. Saitou that everything he’d asked for was now in place.

“Is there anything else you require?”

“No...You may leave me now,” Dr. Saitou said. 

Sato bowed and he and the flunky left.  The Doctor smiled at Cassie and her blood ran cold. 

He spoke a little English and said to her, “Are you afraid of bugs?”

Cassie looked at him. He was holding the bottle behind his back and she was now becoming very anxious.  He held up the bottle and shook it a little. Inside were cockroaches. Dozens of them. Scampering about the bottle, desperate to get out!  All sizes: from small to fairly large. Cassie cowered at she looked at the bottle and began shrieking and bawling.

“W...w...what are you going to do,” she stammered? “Oh God, no...no...”

He didn’t say anything but took the cap off the bottle.  Then, he tipped it into the end of the plastic tube.  He shook some of the roaches into the tube.  Immediately, some of them began sliding and scampering down the tube. Cassie began screaming. She had always had a fear of bugs and never liked sitting on a lawn wearing a skirt for fear that a bug could get in her pussy.  Many women have similar fears.

The Doctor’s eyes gleamed with lust as he watched some of the roaches making their way towards Cassie’s vaginal opening.  His eyes went from the tube to her face as she was now in the grip of fear, loathing and revulsion.She was now screaming her head off.  The Doctor reached into his bag and produced a ball gag and soon Cassie could only make muffled cries as the gag was large.  She soon began to drool as well.

That’s when Dr. Saitou brought out the vibrator and turned it on.  He came over and began to rub the tip all around the spread lips of her cunt, concentrating on her

clitoris.  He played with her pussy as Cassie watched, in the mirror, in sheer terror and horror as the procession of cockroaches got closer and closer to her vagina.  The sheer horror of the situation was mind-bending.  She was afraid she’d lose her mind.  When the first roaches reached her hole and she felt them enter her, she screamed into the gag like a lunatic.

As it went on, the Doctor became more focused on arousing her as she was violated by the insects.  Cassie couldn’t feel anything at first, because the terror felt dominated her mind.  As for the roaches, some stayed in the tube and some wandered in through the speculum into the wet recesses of her moist vagina.  The feeling of them “infesting” her was overwhelming and insufferable.  She kept screeching and squealing, but the gag made the sounds coming from her mouth very comical.

Doctor knew exactly what he wanted to do.  At one point, he removed the tube from the speculum and then spun the little wheel closing it and pulled it out, trapping a dozen cockroaches in her hole.  He lowered the bed so that Cassie was lying flat.  Cassie, now feeling the full horror of the trapped bugs crawling and scuttling around inside her, screamed herself hoarse. She squirmed and writhed violently pulling against her bonds frantically as the feeling of the bugs inside her was intolerable and there was nothing she could do about it. She humped her hips up and down in a futile effort to find some relief or to somehow get free. 

But she was secured into position and the only option available to her was to concentrate on what Saitou was trying to do to her with the vibrator.  He rubbed her pussy lips and clitoris to masturbate her vigorously – only stopping when he felt he had gotten some response to what he was doing from Cassie.  And with no other options open to her, Cassie humiliatingly opened herself up to feeling the tingle of sexual arousal in her pussy.

Soon, Saitou was delighted as Cassie began writhing in sexual ecstasy. Cassie’s pussy got very wet andbegan to pulsate and spasm; and when she finally came, she shot some of the roaches out of her cunt. Dr. Saitou was beside himself with happiness.  He had never gotten a girl to squirt the bugs from her pussy!He kept it up until she had ejected most of them from he hole.  It was truly obscene.  As she was masturbated to orgasm, she expelled bugs from the depths of her hot pussy!

Following this, the Doctor came over to stand next to her face. He unzipped his trousers, pulled out his cock and began jerking off.  He continued to stroke his cock slowing, enjoying what he had been able to do to her, until he unloaded on her face.  This, for him, ended the session.  After this, he tucked his prick back in his pants and left.  Cassie lay on the table, moaning and crying in helpless distress as she could still feel a few of the horrid roaches in her cunt.  She began crying out for Sato to come and release her.  Eventually, he did.  It was perhaps the most horrifying experience she had at Chrysanthemum House. 

Prior to her enslavement, Cassie had not been religious in any significant way.  After a few months in Japan, her dorm mates would see Cassie on her knees praying each night.  This was her prayer:  ‘Please Jesus, take me away from this hell.  I promise I’ll be good and do all the right things.  Only please free me from the HELL.  Please Jesus, free me. FREE ME...PLEASE’!As of this writing, Cassie is still a whore at the house. Her parents continue their struggle tofind her or discover what happened to her, but the trail went quite cold in Thailand.

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