DRAGON LADY

PART ONE

A good looking American girl takes the opportunity to visit a college exchange student she befriended in the states.  Offered an extended vacation in Tokyo, even plane fare, she begins her sexual, erotic odyssey almost immediately on arrival.

Chapter One

       Just out of the shower, Lynn’s colorful dragon and tiger ornamented white bathrobe loosely covering her still damp body, she’s drawn to the large black set of binoculars mounted firmly on a tripod and locked in place just inside the high-rise’s balcony.  Curious, the dark drapes gently swaying, barely parted in front of the open sliding doors just enough to allow a clear view of the city, leaning across and peering into the lenses, she immediately notices the binoculars are trained on blurry silhouettes behind the partially open balcony doors in the adjoining residential tower across the way.  Focusing in with the center knob, she’s startled by the view of a naked body of a young blindfolded woman suspended by her wrists in the center of the room near their apartment’s balcony.  A muscular, bare-chested Oriental man stepping around her, oiling, massaging her swaying, twisting body, she can’t believe what she’s witnessing.

       Heart pounding, her initial reaction to call the police, realizing her Japanese vocabulary’s practically nonexistent; she hesitates, yet can’t help watching.  The other tower no more then a hundred feet or so across the narrow courtyard down below, she instinctively flicks off the living room lights, repositions herself behind the binoculars in the dark.  Her first night in Tokyo, delivered from the airport, allowed in the apartment by management, her friend who leases the luxury pad not due home for another couple hours, she again leans over, watches the continuing treatment of the suspended girl.  A black scarf covering her eyes, a bright red ‘O’ ring strapped between her yawning lips, her taut olive toned body already glistening from head to toe, she watches as the man positions himself in front of her while he appears to be manipulating her full bare breasts.  As he steps away and leaves the room, chrome clover clamps sparkle off from the girl’s jiggling nipples while her naked body noticeably twitches, her feet spreading apart  as she slowly twists in a swaying semi-circle.

       Realizing she can actually hear the girl’s faint moans from the distance, she can’t pull herself away, to close the curtains in the thirteenth floor apartment.  Focusing the binoculars even sharper, zooming in on the naked girl, she can sense what pain she must be experiencing as the clamps appear to be deeply placed onto her dark areolas behind her bulging nipples.  As the chrome glistens, the left globular mound stands out with a colorful tattoo of a dragon curled just above the clamped nub.

       A number of minutes passing, she sees him returning with ropes in hand. Bending down, he begins binding her legs just above her knees.  The ropes stretched upwards, her legs spreading apart with her head slumped forward between her twitching breasts, the dangling clamps, she watches tug after tug until the girl’s thighs are hoisted virtually perpendicular, her feet dangling, toes pointed downward toward the floor.

Eyes remaining pressed firmly against the binoculars, seemingly unable to pull away even if she wanted too; she’s drawn to the sight of the man stepping behind the girl while slowly slipping off his trousers.  Naked underneath, she’s struck by the incredible size of his manhood, its thick girth and standing practically upright from his chiseled, glistening body, the dark wavering veins of his engorged cock visible even from the distance.  Watching with an almost tingling anticipation as he squares himself behind the girl’s spread form, grips beneath her hips from either side and slides the glistening crown of his impossibly huge shaft upward between her stretched legs, she’s transfixed on watching the girl’s body being raised upwards on his penetrating shaft, her head twisting from side to side as saliva drools across her heaving chest as her long, black hair flutters across her taut shoulders.  The perimeter of her shaven vagina visibly stretching, the bulging crown of his cock slowly disappears between her spread thighs as her feet swing back and forth below her bound knees, her toes curling, flexing.  Again the sound of the girl’s shrill voice, guttural shrieks echo across the drizzling darkness as she’s being slowly impaled.

Locked on the binoculars in what’s become a somewhat morbid anticipation, watching the clamps jiggling, swaying from the girl’s dark nipples, her head jerking back, her body noticeably arching each time the thick cock jams in a little further, she feels a stirring in her own stomach as the dark shaft finally disappears after several thrusts, completely penetrating the girl’s spreading slit, his scrotum visibly slapping back and forth after the final plunge.  Her own legs beginning to tremble as she leans behind the binoculars, slipping a hand inside her parting robe, letting her fingers flick between her thighs, her thumb pressing across her moist clit, a couple fingers flexing, slipping up inside her warm slit, she takes a deep breath, moans as she jams the stiffening fingers inward, drags them back out, jams in again almost matching each of his thrusts with her own, her own moans beginning to reverberate inside the darkness of the apartment.

Continuing to watch as the man reaches around the girl’s contorting body, cups and twists her flailing breasts; she reflexively grips one of her own firm swaying breasts, twists and melds, then tightly pinches the puckering nipple just as the man’s doing to the girl’s.  Grunting herself, the crisp pain seems somehow exhilarating as she reflexively arches, bows her back as her nails dig into her bare nub yet again.  Working her own body with both hands in unison with the suspended girl’s, imagining that incredible cock impaling herself as she watches it pump in and out while obviously becoming tinted in a crimson sheath, she curls three, then four of her fingers, rams, twists them as deep as she can between her stretching labium while dragging the edge of her thumbnail across her responding clit.

“Ooommpphh!... Humph!... Uumpphh!”  Rasping with each halting breath, pumping her own fist back and forth between her quivering, bowing thighs, tweaking, pinching, tugging her aching nipple with her other hand as if they were his, she hazily hears more of the anguished sounds from the open entry mixing with her own.  Mesmerized by the sight of at least a full foot of the thick dark cock burrowing in and out of the girl’s gyrating body, her bound legs seeming to impossibly split even further apart with each of his forceful thrusts, she senses the rumbling, the turmoil inside her own womb as she harshly masturbates herself in unison, picking up the pace, mimicking the girl’s treatment.  Breathing heavier, twitching, trembling, her knees reflexively pressing together against her thrusting fist, she grunts, moans along with the thrashing girl’s while she feels the rippling spasms deep inside her own womb building to an uncontrollable climax as she twists herself away from the binoculars.

“Aaaggghhhrrr!..... AaaaagggghhhH!”   Crying out, uncontrollably bending over, clumsily kneeling, finally dropping to her knees with the top of her head plunging into the thick carpet, she feels another, harsher series of spasms reverberating as she claws at her bare flesh, the sensation of the gushing fluids spewing across her inserted fingers from deep within, the overflow spurting between her quivering thighs, oozing down her jerking legs.  Falling, rolling harshly onto her side, curling into a sort of semi-fetal position, her body continuing to jerk, twitch, she feels the series of quivers, more spasms yet again before she finally lies practically still on the plush carpet.

Another twitch, a jerk, she deeply inhales two, three times to catch her breath as she curls into a tight ball.  Closing her eyes momentarily, wondering if what she saw was really what she saw, she glances up toward the bottoms of the binoculars, listens for the ominous cries from the other building as her fingers remain deeply embedded between her thighs, a drop of blood dripping from her still clenched nipple.

A couple minutes passing, the sound of isolated, thick raindrops splatter across the balcony.  The humid, muggy air entering the apartment in a swirling gust of a stale, smoggy mist blowing past the curling curtains, she roles on her backside letting the silk robe part, spread across the carpet beneath her.  The dampness clinging to her bare flesh as the sound of the rain escalates, the moisture becoming almost cool to her naked flesh, she slips her hands away, stretches outward, arches her naked body upwards into a spread-eagled position barely above the plush carpet.  A tinged nipple aching, her vagina sore, a hand sticky, glancing down between her firm breasts, the rock hard nipples jiggling with each breath, she collects herself and lays back down before slowly sitting upright.  Bending her knees, straightening her arms, her hands behind her back as her breasts separate, sway across her thrust out chest, observing the damage she’s down to herself, she realizes she’s just had the harshest climax of her life.  Kneeling, again leaning toward the binoculars, she glances into the viewfinder.  The mist having become a light shower, the apartment across the way’s still visible through the constant rain drops.  The curtains now drawn, still wavering from the open doors, it appears the light’s also been extinguished.

Chapter Two                 

       The hot water drenching her naked flesh, her second steaming shower within the hour, she sponges her breasts, the now flattened areolas and nipples as the soapy water cascades across the base of the tub.  Slipping the sponge between her bowing thighs, soaking the sore nub of her clit, slipping the sponge back into the crease of her butt cheeks, she still feels the slightest of tremors as her legs begin to quiver, reflexively twitch.  Steam curling around the confinements of the bathroom, the shower curtain hangs open while her eyes remain closed, the spurts of water splashing across her head, her face and her swaying breasts as she replays over and over in her mind what she just witnessed.

       “Still taking a shower?”  The voice rises above the pulsing showerhead.  “Let me help wash your back before you fall down.”

The familiar female voice rather sarcastic, that of an almost perfect English accent, Lynn feels the sponge gripped, tugged from her own hand.  Eyes opening in a squint, recognizing her Japanese friend’s face through the swirling steam, seeing the girl raising the sleeves on her white smock, she obediently turns, raises her hands upward, palms flattening across the shower wall’s slippery tile.  Head tilted forward, her drenched hair spreading across her right shoulder flattens across her swaying breast, the ends of the strands past her jiggling nipple.

       “Hold still.”

       Feeling the soppy sponge swipe across her shoulder blades, down the burrow of her spine, across the rumps of her butt cheeks, she feels the other hand flattening across her ribcage just below her swaying left breast.  The fingers tensing, sliding upwards with the motion of the raising sponge, she senses the bottom of her breast being cupped, tugged back toward her side and gently squeezed as the dark taut areola bulges out from the gripping fingers.  Tensing, lowering her face further downward until her chin practically touches her sternum, eyes still closed, she feels the coral sponge brushing across her cupped breast’s nipple, back and forth, up and down. “Ummm.”  The slightest of a whimper, sensing her nipple becoming aroused by another’s touch, she still feels the ramifications of her own masturbation stirring deep inside her.

       “Wow,” the pretty Oriental practically whispers as she hesitates with the sponge, squeezes Lynn’s tit flesh just a little firmer as she glances at the puckering nipple.  “What’s got into you?  Your nipple’s as hard as a rock!... I bet you’ve been looking through my binoculars, haven’t you?”

       “Uumph!... Uumph!”  Mumbling, slightly twisting as her free breast sways back and forth; Lynn feels the constant rush of water cascading across her face, shoulders.  Embarrassed, yet her breast aching to be caressed, knowing she knows, she mutters, sputters through the showering water, “You…You know what I saw… Don’t you?... You… You wanted me to see that!”

       “You saw an exhibition for the residents of our building,” The Oriental answers with a slight giggle, again giving a gentle squeeze of her hand as she lets the sponge slip down, circle the butt cheeks again.  “It’s a weekly thing; if not more often, now spread your legs.”  Slipping the soap sopped coral sponge into the puckering crease, pressing it upwards between the parting slit between Lynn’s spreading thighs; she forces it upwards, rubs back and forth across the exposed clit.

“Ooommmpphhh!”

“You liked it, didn’t you?... Liked what you saw… That huge cock excited you I bet,” She smirks as she washes, lets the corner of the sponge slide into Lynn’s spreading slit.  “I knew you’d be here today before me, and tonight was already scheduled… You had to clean yourself off afterwards though, huh?... You’re still as horney as you were back in the states girl!...  You got off watching that blindfolded girl practically being split apart, didn’t you?”

Thighs trembling, barely able to believe what she’s being told, yet nothing else making any sense, the sensations of the sponge manipulated between her thighs, the caressing of her puckered nipple in her friend’s other hand and the embarrassment doesn’t seem to matter.  “Oommph!... Oomph!”

Another rub back and forth with the sponge between her thighs, she feels the hand tightening across her breast, tugging back as she hears the girl ordering her.  “Turn around, face me… Keep your hands on the wall above your head while you spread your legs.”

Twisting, arching, her arms reaching upwards, her hands turning with palms flattening against the wet tile when bowing her back, she feels the full force of the still steaming water cascading across her face, her thrust out breasts.  The sponge immediately brushing across her globular melons, even the abused nipple responding, hardening to the touch, she feels her friend’s other hand slipping down between her thighs, spreading the folds of her labium, poking inward.

“Damn!... Nice and tight… Don’t know if he’d fit that thing of his in here without splitting you apart!”

Feeling the fingers flexing, probing inside her, her breasts alternating being flattened by the sponge swiping back and forth, the surreal thoughts of his cock burrowing inside her again has her stomach rippling, her thighs trembling.  “Uummpphh!... Ooohhhhhh!”  Sensing the stirring deep inside, knowing it won’t take much more and she’ll be cumming again, her hips reflexively thrusts outward across the stiff fingers.  “Oommpphh!”  Twisting her neck, lowering her head as her body trembles, she senses the water shutting off, the sponge splashing in the swirling pool of soapy water at her feet.

“Let’s get you dried off, get you on the bed for a good massage for that tight body of yours, okay?” The Oriental girl suggests as she grabs an oversized white terry cloth towel from the rack, wraps it around Lynn’s naked body, shakes her head as she adds, “Your body looks even better then I remembered!”

Stepping from the tub in front of the steamed mirror, feeling her friend slipping another towel across her wet hair, wrapping it around her forehead, Lynn feels her arm gripped as she’s led from the bathroom, across the hall to the master bedroom.  The curtains drawn, the lighting dim with the bed against the back wall covered with satin sheets, she stops beside the edge of the bed as her body’s toweled off.

“Lay on your back spread-eagled for me,” her friend orders as she steps toward the dresser, rummages through a few bottles of lotion as she adds, “I’m going to show you how my last couple years of being a masseuse can bring you unimaginable pleasure while I discuss a few things with you… I’ll pleasure to your most sensitive spots while we talk!”

Again unhesitant in her obedience, sprawling across the firm, oversized mattress, Lynn rolls over onto her back, assumes the position fully nude sans the white fluffy towel wrapping her damp hair.

“Close your eyes, relax, don’t resist anything I do,” the Oriental orders in her quiet yet strangely commanding way as she rubs a generous amount of whitish lotion between her cupped hands, reaches up above Lynn’s shoulders, slides her fingers downwards across the biceps.

Listening to the girl’s voice, just the hint of her heritage giving her tone an almost subtle, soothing quality, the lotion cool, yet warming between her bare flesh and the twirling fingers, Lynn feels her body already tingling in anticipation while her arms uncontrollably flexes as the tips of the fingers glide in small swirling circles around, into the hollows of her smooth armpits.

“I’m going to touch you in places that will have you lifting yourself off the mattress,” She continues as her fingers glide a little further downward, press gently into the rounded curves of Lynn’s globular mounds spreading outward toward her sides.  “Your nipples first,” she coos as she lets her fingers roam around each glistening globe, circle the dark, smooth areolas a couple causal loops until they begin to slightly shrivel.  “Hold still now,” she adds as she lets a fingernail from each forefinger flick across the rounded mounds, back and forth, just enough for the sensation of the lotion sticking between fingers and nipples to cause the nubs to pucker.

“Ooooooohh!”  A raspy moan escaping Lynn’s pouty lips as her back slightly arches upwards, she attempts to make more contact with the fingertips as they’re held just off her responding flesh.

“I said hold still… I’ll touch you when I want too,” she scolds in her soft tone as she reaches for more lotion, tilts the container, lets it drip across the outthrust mounds.  Circling, crisscrossing Lynn’s bare breasts, watching both melon sized globes arching upwards, spreading apart as the cool lotion drips in white splotches across the tanned flesh, she sets the container down, reaches across Lynn’s torso, begins melding the firm tit flesh between her flexing fingers.

“Lets loosen these up,” she smiles as she feels the firm, yet soft flesh between her squeezing fingers, twists, melds toward their base, grips and tugs upwards, the slippery flesh bulging between her fingers, the nipples swelling above her thumbs and forefingers.  Stroking one breast, then the other as Lynn’s naked body arches upwards, she stretches, twists the glistening mounds, watches as Lynn’s face turns away, her head pressing into the pillow.  Gripping both breasts firmer, she lifts upwards in her tighter grip.

“Bare with me Lynn,” she practically whispers as she leans forward, her knee across the mattress, bends over and stretches both breasts upwards simultaneously.  “Don’t resist me… Allow yourself to relax,” She continues while her tensing fingers grip the stretching flesh as it slowly slips away.  Lifting, hoisting Lynn’s shoulders a few inches off the mattress, the slippery mounds sliding through her fingertips; she grips both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, tightly squeezes.

“Oooommmmpppphhh!... Hhuummpphh!”  Fingers clenching, toes curling on her tautly stretching limbs, craning her neck back as her torso lifts off the mattress, Lynn’s grunts echo off the bedroom walls.  The burning in her clenched nipples resonating throughout her stretching breasts, her stomach hollows, abs rippling as she tries to obey, to keep her body limp. “Hhuummph!”

Feeling the nipples slipping away, a final tug outward on each breast, Lynn’s nipples ‘plop’ from the clenched fingers as she falls backwards.  “Aaaagghhhh!”  Lying on her back, her fists still clenched, she nibbles on her lower lip as she takes a couple deep breaths.

“There… There,” The Oriental smiles,” That’s not so bad, after all, before we’re done you’re going to appreciate a little pain to go along with the pleasure, okay?”

A quiet grunt, a slight nod while keeping her eyes closed, she realizes the pain’s not all that bad, actually no more then she’d just inflicted on herself while watching through the binoculars.

“Okay then, lets continue,” The girl again softly coos, dripping more lotion into the palm of her hand before rubbing them together.  ‘Keep those legs spread for me, don’t close ‘em.” Reaching down, slipping both hands across the tops of Lynn’s thighs, again letting her fingertips wisp upwards in gentle circles, she lets her thumbs glide across Lynn’s puffy labia folds as her fingers gently press across the sides of her exposed clitoris.

Watching Lynn’s thighs tremble, the moist rim of her vagina noticeably quiver, the girl grins, her oval eyes squinting as she teases the soft flesh surrounding the parting, freshly shaven slit.  Roaming between Lynn’s inner thighs with the tips of her fingernails, flicking the taut, sensitive flesh between her vagina and rectum, letting a fingernail barely probe between the sphincter muscles to the first knuckle, withdrawing it, she again glides her fingertips downward, tracing across both inner thighs to the backs of Lynn’s straightened knees.  Back up the outer sides of her thighs, across her hips into and across her hollowing stomach muscles, circling, plunging into her flexing navel, back across her glistening pubic mound, her fingertips come to rest on either side of Lynn’s engorging clit, presses together.

“Ooooooooohhhhhhh!”  Head again twisting away into the pillow, her pubic mound trembling along with her spread thighs, Lynn’s hands again clench into fists, flex apart into spread fingers, clench again.  Legs shaking, toes pointing straight downward almost digging into the mattress cover, she again grunts, “Hhhuuummphh!”

Leaning across the mattress, flicking Lynn’s clit, massaging it with small circler twists of her thumb; she feels Lynn’s body reflexively quivering.  Knowing she can manipulate her, bring her to the verge of an orgasm, back her off, to control her time and again, she lets her lips brush across Lynn’s earlobe, feels her reflexvie twitch as she breathes into her ear.

“Listen,” She rasps in her most seductive voice, “You’ve been thinking of that cock, haven’t you?”

“Hu… Huh?... Huh?”

“You’ve been fantasizing about being that girl, haven’t you?... I know… I can tell that you want to feel that huge cock right here,”  She adds as she slips her thumb completely in the more then most slit with a single, harsh thrust.”

“Ooomph!... Oooohhhhhh!...........Huh?... Huh?”

“You want to mount him,” She whispers between breathes, “To ride him while being stretched by those ropes of his… Just like you watched in the binoculars, don’t you?”  Again ramming her thumb inward, feeling Lynn’s hips jerking, pumping, she repeats, “You can feel him mounting you… Fucking you… Working on these proud titties of yours too, clamping them like the girl in the binoculars, don’t you?”  Continuing to thrust her thumb in and out, rubbing the swollen clit with her forefinger as she masturbates Lynn’s drenched vagina, she continues, “You can feel him fucking you right now, can’t you?... You want him to fuck you just like that girl was fucked while everybody watched from this building, don’t you?”

“Ohhhh!... Oomph!... Huh huh!”  Sensing her stomach rumbling, her womb on the verge of spasms, pumping her hips, Lynn bites her lower lip, twists her head into the pillow with the vision of the blindfolded girl being brutally fucked, her breasts twisted, battered, the clamps dangling from the nipples as she’s suspended above that huge cock.  Rasping for breath, arching her back off the bed by her tautly stretching arms and legs, she succumbs to her fantasy and screams, “Yeeeeeesssss!.... Yeeessssssss!... Ohhh Yeeeessss!... I do… I do!”

Slipping her hand from Lynn’s spread thighs, gripping the damp towel above her head on the pillow; she harshly twists her face toward her own. “Look at me… I’m going to make sure that happens then,” She orders as she lifts herself upright on the side of the bed, “Anything familiar?”  Slipping her white robe off her shoulder, her slightly discolored globes jaunt outward above Lynn’s hazing eyes, the colorful dragon tattoo standing out above her dark, bruised nipple on her left breast.  “I know how you feel!... Soon you’ll know how I feel too!... After all,” She smirks, “How you think I pay for this apartment?”

END PART ONE     

    

                

            

       

                     

DRAGON LADY

PART TWO

Chapter One

       Not even ten o’clock yet in Tokyo, soothed with the subtle head to toe massages by her friend, sharing an occasional glass of wine between the also masterfully applied masturbations leading to multiple climaxes, Lynn lays across the satin sheets on her bare back sexually exhausted.  The door swung open to the hallway, she can hear the girl’s voice, obviously speaking in Japanese as she steps back into the bedroom with her phone in hand.  An animated conversation taking place, seeing her glancing toward the bed, hand waving, nodding her head a couple times, she flicks the phone off.

       “Well Lynn,” she nods as she steps toward the bed, phone in hand.  “Seem like you’re in luck, you’ve got a midnight showing!”

       “Huh?”  Twisting, muttering back as she lets her hands slide off the sheets, cup the bottoms of her bare breasts, Lynn answers, “Wha… Mid… Midnight what?”

       “Midnight… Midnight tonight girlfriend, you’re going to be the headliner across the way,” she answers as she flips the phone on the dresser, opens her closet door.  “Got to get you ready, just think, your first night here and you’re getting to live your fantasy already!... And, be making some spending money on top of it all, in US dollars too!”

       Watching the girl rummaging through the closet, turn with a pair of wide patterned black fishnet stockings, various lengths of what appears to be black velvet ropes and a contoured black velvet eye mask, holding them up toward the bed, Lynn lifts herself across the mattress on her elbows, trying to understand, nervously asking, “Tonight, midnight with… With him… Him over there?”

       “Sure,” her Oriental friend smiles as she leans over, picks a pair of black stiletto boots from her rack of shoes.  “Got to get going, get you looking hot.” She continues as she tosses the stuff across the foot of the bed.  “There, that’s all you’ll need to wear tonight!... Now get your butt up, we’ve got some work to do.”

       Stepping back out into the hallway, turning, nodding toward the bathroom, the girl orders, “Get in here, we’ve got to get your hair ready, get going girl, chop chop!”

       Sliding off the bed, arms crossed below her pendulous, yet firm breasts, mind almost in a daze from the day’s flurry of activities, unbelievably just a day ago still back in the states, Lynn almost sheepishly follows the girl to the bathroom.  The towel long ago unraveled from her head, her stringy dark hair twists, curls across her bare shoulders.  Her thoughts still of the binoculars, realizing she’d been watching her friend being fucked across in the adjoining building earlier, anxiety, trepidation creep into her rash of thoughts as the vision of really being mounted by that huge cock, actually abused, especially in full view tonight like her friend was earlier, seems so surreal, unbelievable.

       “Come over here, lean your head over the tub,” the girl orders as she turns the brass spicket on, adjust the water’s temperature.  “The men over here have a thing for American women with really nice big tits, and blond hair,” she grins as she glances toward Lynn’s dark hair, her global breasts.  “You’re two out of three right now.”

       Reaching up, feeling her strands of damp hair with both hands, realizing what’s about to happen, she mutters, “My… My hair?  You want to dye it?... Dye my hair blonde?”

       “Hey, just for tonight,” the girl answers as she checks the instructions on the back of the bottle.  Shaking it in one hand, testing the water’s temperature with the other, she adds, “Believe me, I know what I’m doing, besides, with that pussy already shaven, no one will know the difference anyway, so don’t worry!... Trust me, you’re in good hands!... Now bend over here… Come on, we don’t have time to kill!”

       Hesitant, yet still obeying, leaning over the rim of the tub, kneeling, she feels her friend’s hands gruffly kneading her hair, the almost hot water drenching her head, her face as she squints her eyes shut, holds her breath.  The solution pouring out, mixing with the water, being scrubbed into her scalp, she struggles for breath as water pours across her nose, lips.

       “Just another minute or so,” the girl’s voice raises above the spouting water.  “Just a quick dye and we’ll be done, hang on!”

       The water shutting off, feeling a towel wrapped around her drenched hair, Lynn raises up, grips both sides of her head, the warm, wet towel drooping, the remnants of the mixture dripping down across her shoulders.

       “Okay, lets give it a few minutes, then we’ll get you prepared,” the girl smiles as she reaches up, straightens the towel, her smock brushing across Lynn’s thrust out breasts.  “We’re going to have you looking like a first class American hooker, that’s what they want to see!... Come back in the bedroom with me; sit at the dresser on my stool.”

       Following, sitting in front of the dresser, her naked body damp, beading with the bathwater, she glances at her reflection staring back at her as the girl flips on the lights surrounding the mirror.

“Might as well start with the stockings,” her friend suggests as she kneels, unravels the fishnet material.  “Hold your foot out.”  Sliding the stocking up across the bare foot, the ankle, unraveling it across the calve, past the knee, she stretches the wide black band at the top of the fishnet webbing back and forth until reaching mid thigh.  “There, now the other leg.”  Repeating the procedure, stretching the stocking upwards, aligning it with the other, adjusting the black band exactly level with the first, she smiles as she tinkers with the webbing, twisting, straightening the pattern.  “Now then, that’s done… Now for the boots.”

Left foot, right foot, sliding the black leather heels on each, the tops reaching just above the ankles, the toes pointed, the narrow stiletto spikes a good six inches in length, she fastens the straps, smiles,  “Fit perfect, just like when you’d borrow my shoes back in the states, huh?... Now for the fun part, let’s get a little kinky, get you in the mood.”

Picking up a length of rope off the bottom of the bed, stepping behind Lynn, glancing at her in the mirror, the girl orders, “Time to be bound, get you to look all helpless, you know, the damsel in distress look.”  Kneeling, stretching the black velvet strand between her hands, she orders, “Hands behind your back, cup them together.

Watching the mirror as she slides her arms down behind her sides, Lynn feels the soft rope twisting around her wrists, forcing her to arch her shoulders a little, to bow her back some.  Feeling a tug, another tug, the rope looping two, three times, finally tied off, she continues to stare toward the mirror, the reflection of her swaying breasts jaunting outwards, swaying with each tug, finally coming to rest above her hollowing stomach.

“Another rope a little higher, need to make those titties stand out there,” she rasps with more of an accent, more excited.  “Hold still Lynn.”

The voice seeming a tad more forceful, watching the reflection of the girl lifting another rope from the mattress, step behind her, Lynn feels the rope wrapping around her elbows, tugged, wrapped again with a little more authority.  “Oomph!”  A grunt as her shoulders bow further back, the rope drawing her arms closer together, another jerk, “Oomph”  another grunt as her breasts bounce, “Oomph!” grunting again as her elbows press together, her shoulders aching as her globular mounds spread toward her sides, swaying just below her tautly tugged armpits as she feels the ropes digging into bare flesh.

“There, lets’ see now,” the girl’s voice seeming to be even more excited as she grips both shoulders, guides Lynn into an upright position.  “Look at those now,” she smiles, obviously pleased as she teases, “Those nipples are practically pointing up under your chin off those grapefruits, girl!”

Glancing into the mirror, shoulders arched severely back, her already large breasts now seem enormous, spread across her chest, standing upright, firm and globular, both nipples hard nubs encircled by the dark, silver dollar sized taut areolas.        

       “We’re getting there, stand up for me,” her friend orders as she slips her hands down toward the elbows, lifts.  “That’s it, now turn toward me and stand still.”

       Picking up the long length of rope, stepping in front of Lynn, again spreading the black velvet strand outward, she begins her Japanese bondage routine.  “Bear with me,” she smirks as she loops, flicks the ends of the ropes around Lynn’s shoulders, above her breasts, below, between the thrust out melons.  Tying, knotting, trailing back and forth, stretching the ends down between Lynn’s thighs, spreading the folds of her labium, tugging the ends up past the crease of her butt cheeks, again looping across her shoulders, circling her jiggling breasts, even around her throat, she finishes as she has just enough length left to tie the ends off.  “There!... I learn well, especially since I’ve been in that position myself.”

Turning Lynn to face the mirror, she asks, “Well, what you think, look pretty damn hot, huh?”

And helpless, Lynn thinks to herself as she stares at her reflection.  Still glistening from the bath water as she balances herself in the stilettos, her naked body crisscrossed in black rope, she appears to be almost a caricature of herself, the image one would see on the cover of a bondage magazine to get guys off.  Twisting her wrists, her elbows, she realizes just how tight her bondage is, how helpless she is.

“Now for your hair, sit down.”

Hearing the Oriental girl’s voice, her thoughts snapping back to reality, she sits, faces the mirror as the towel’s removed.  Blond for the first time, now her image even that much stranger to her, she shuffles her bare buttocks across the seat as the girl begins drying, then weaving her hair.  Forming a long braid in the back, some parted bangs in the front, she watches the mirror as the girl uses the last piece of velvet, wraps downward several inches of the braid behind her head.

       “Makeup, the blindfold, then you’ll be all set to take a stroll across to the other building,” the girl instructs with a smile, again resting both palms on Lynn’s shoulders as they glance toward each other’s reflection in the mirror.  “Damn, I have to admit though; you’re looking hotter then hell!”

Another quarter hour or so, rouge, lipstick, even eye shadow and lashes, Lynn sits obediently in the chair as her arms tingle, practically feel numb.  Makeup finally completed, a little overdone but obviously professional, she again stares at the strange person in the mirror returning her stare, a transformation of herself into a blond call girl, or bondage slut.

“Here’s the mask,” the girl speaks as she holds up the formed black eye-mask.  “Think we should wait though to blindfold you, wait ‘till we get you over to the other apartment across the way, that way you can see some of the residents milling about in the building that’ll be watching your workout tonight, okay?... Now stand for me.”

Shuffling up off the stool, standing, facing the mirror, Lynn can’t help noticing her breast’s unnatural appearance, almost the size and shapes of large grapefruits as her friend had teased her.  The crisscrossing ropes not really responsible for their intimidating appearance, more so her arched back shoulders forcing them to stand up, jaunt apart, the smooth areolas, nubby nipples appearing actually more then perpendicular to the floor.

“That’s some rack now, huh?”  The girl smiles as she also glances toward their reflections in the mirror, kneels down, fingers the twin ropes disappearing between Lynn’s thighs.  “Let’s adjust these, spread that pussy open a little.”  Stretching the ropes apart, tweaking the moist folds of Lynn’s labium, she traces her fingers up the small of her back aligning the black rope.  “There, nice and neat, nice little slit exposing that clit of yours.”

Holding the mask in her hand, the key to the apartment in the other, she asks, “Well, mask or not?  Want them to see that pretty face or cover your eyes, I’ll give you your choice.”

Glancing toward the mirror, toward her humiliating appearance, Lynn slowly nods, whispers, ‘Cover… Cover my eyes.”

“Not shy are you?... Damn,” her friend grins as she slips the mask up across Lynn’s forehead, covers her eyes, fluffs some of the blondish bangs out across the black material as she straightens the mask.  “You ought to be proud of that body, you’re fucking smoken!”  Gripping the rope circling Lynn’s elbows, she leads her toward the door to the hallway leading to the elevator.  “Got to get going, don’t want to be late, do we?... Oh, one thing though… You might get more then just fucked tonight, he has a thing about American girl’s big titties, there’s a lot of more painful things he likes to do to ‘em besides just nipple clamps!”

END PART TW0      

  

        

DRAGON LADY

PART THREE

Escorted from their building, taken to the adjoining high-rise, Lynn’s initiation into her new lifestyle begins in earnest as she’s showcased.

Chapter One

       Practically stumbling blindfolded into the room, Lynn hears the sliding door opening in front of her.  Sensing the rush of air, paraded out onto the balcony by a hand on the taut rope binding her elbows behind her back, the fronts of her thighs brush abruptly up against the clammy tubular metal rail.  The sensation of the wet metal against her flesh, the cool dampness swirling in the still humid breeze, she senses her breasts, her shoulders collecting droplets of moisture as the sounds of the city filter up from below.

       “You now will answer as Dorei… Only to Dorei in Sensie’s presence,” the Oriental girl whispers into Lynn’s ear.  “That is who you are, and I am now Kunoichi to you!... Now we wait for Sensei, to begin with your ritual.”

       “Kunoichi!”  The husky male voice rings out from behind as he also steps out onto the balcony, his black satin robe curling.  “You’ve appeared to have outdone yourself!”

       Hearing the strongly accented voice, ominously realizing it’s the giant Oriental behind her, feeling the huge palm of the man’s hand sliding across the top of her shoulder pressing her further outward, she’s forced to lean forward across the railing.  Flexing, Lynn feels her thighs pressing harsher across the metal tube, her ankles twisting as she struggles to balance in her stilettos.

       “Yes Sensei, She’s even more then I remembered.”

       Her friend’s voice answering him from beside her, almost an obedient tone now, Lynn feels the blindfold being barely slipped higher onto her forehead by the girl’s fingers.  Blinking, her eyes just partially uncovered as her head’s tilted back by her braid of hair, she stares past her dangling breasts, down through the darkness into the vast empty space, toward the distant courtyard between the buildings.  “Ooommpphh!”  Startled, feeling her elbows firmly gripped, her chest forced even further out into the damp void, her hips pressing across the narrow metal rail, she feels her chest pounding, the shock, the terror of being pressured out over the railing fifteen stories up.  “Wha… Oooohhh!... My God!...….Oooohhh!”

       Panicking, breasts swaying as she’s arched forward, trying to bow back, she feels his hands tugging on the bindings, straightening her, holding her steady.

       “Look!... Look across the way, Dorei!”

       Feeling her chin gripped in the man’s firm grip as he speaks, forced to stare beneath the mask toward the other high-rise, she focuses in toward the various apartments, the groups of people on their dark balconies watching.

       “They’re expecting quite an exhibition; you’re going to give it to them, aren’t you?... You’re going to be obedient and submit to my demands!”

       Again his strong Oriental accented voice intimidating, feeling his hand again pressing into the small of her back, her thighs flattening precariously against the edge of the balcony as she tiptoes in her heels, feeling the trickles of moisture dripping across her bare shoulders hanging out over the rail, she nods, mutters, rambles, “Ye… Yes!…. Oh God yes!.... Okaaa… Okay!... I will!... Yes!... Any… Anything!”

Momentarily pulled back again, the mask slipped back into place by the girl’s hands, her mind races as her stomach churns.  Rasping breathes, feeling herself again being forced against the railing, spattering rain drops beading, streaking across, dripping from her rounded mounds again being thrust out past the railing, she grunts, pleads, “Oh God… Don’t… Don’t… I… I’ll do whatever your want!..... Pleeeezee!... I will!”

“Yes you will!... Yes you will, Dorei,” the girl’s voice forceful as her hands grip Lynn’s shoulder, guides her back a couple steps toward the open door, through it to the center of the room.  Turning her to face the open balcony on a small, raised platform, she orders, “Stand silently without movement.”  The girl’s voice remains stern, now with just a hint of her accent.

“Keep her in place, Kunoichi,” the man orders.  Stepping behind Lynn, slipping the robe from his shoulders, his oiled, muscular body glistens as he steps close to Lynn’s curled fingers pressed across her butt cheeks.

Feeling the girl’s fists gripping her breasts, the curling hands melding her wet flesh, twisting outward in opposite directions, tugging, pulling her torso slightly forward, Lynn senses the warmth of the man’s thick manhood pressing across her quivering fingers.

“Spread your hands apart Dorei, then grip me with both hands,” he orders as he grips the rope binding her elbows, lifts.

Fingers flexing, twitching as her elbows tug back and upward into an arch behind her, she feels his cock smacking across the crease of the tops of her butt cheeks as her hands slide back across her rounded rumps to grasp for the thick shaft.  Her fingers sliding across his foreskin, sensing its incredible girth, in the darkness of the mask she feels her heart pounding, her stomach churning as she tries to grip the throbbing cock.  Nervous, even bigger then she could imagine, cupping, curling her thumbs, her forefingers around the huge shaft, stretching, twisting, trying to touch her hands together, she’s startled that she can’t.

“Stroke it… Masturbate it Dorei,” he orders as her fingers slip across his foreskin.  “Prepare it to enter you!”

Struggling in her stilettos, awkwardly balancing on the platform, ignoring the manipulations of her breasts, her head tilts reflexively toward her side and downward as her hands begin to tremble as she grapples with his warm cock.  Stretching across, gripping, stroking her fingers, thumbs around, back and forth, the length, girth of his shaft seem impossible as she feels the thick meat pulsing, pressing against her butt.

“Hold her ankles apart Kunoichi, she’s pathetic with her hands!”

His voice from behind, Lynn feels her breasts released, bouncing, swaying across her thrust out chest, her ankles gripped, spread back and forth in gruff increments above the small wooden platform.  Reflexively gripping his shaft for balance, her body contorted, twisted into a sort of serpentine stance, she senses the girl’s fists tightly clamping onto both ankles.

“Time to be mounted Dorei!... Time to ride me.”

“Huh?”  Lynn’s voice shrill, more of a reflex; she reflexively grips tighter onto his pulsing shaft to avoid falling forward.  Breasts swaying, arched outward as his fists begin twisting the taut rope between her bound elbows, she feels on the verge of sprawling headfirst with her ankles held firmly in place by the girl.

‘Guide it in… Spread your legs and guide it in!... Now!”

Again her head tilting downward toward her side, her lips parted, more out of concern then questioning his demands, she squeezes, grips his shaft, attempts to somehow spread her knees, to fit the pulsing monstrosity between her thighs.  Sensing the thick, swollen crown grinding downward through the crease of her buttocks, pressed across her puckered rectum as she tugs, she’s barely able to touch her fingertips, thumbs around its circumference as the throbbing head presses across, between her spreading labium.

“Oomph!....... Oomph!”  Grunting, moaning as her neck strains, her head continues to twist downward to the side, her lips stretching into a bright red oval as her body tilts forward. Her pendulous breasts freely swaying from side to side, back and forth, heart pounding in her chest, she reflexively tries to tiptoe even higher in the six inch heels as she feels the firm girth of the head of his cock spreading her apart, the folds of her labium stretching, spreading to encase his throbbing manhood.  Holding her breath as she feels the first couple inches ‘plop’ inward, impaling her, she feels as if she’s being split like no one ever has before. “Aaaaaggggghhhhhh!”

His cock held steady between her quivering thighs, she senses his hands being repositioned onto the ropes behind her as her ankles are held firm.  Body trembling, stomach hollowing, rippling as she takes a deep breath, exhales, inhales again, she apprehensively waits behind the darkness of her mask, her fingers still gripped tightly around his throbbing manhood.

“Aaaahhhhhhhh!”  Another uncontrollable rasp as she feels her arms being painfully hoisted further up behind her head in his harsh grip causing her hands to slip away; her gripping fingers to lose contact with his pulsing shaft as it sinks inward another inch or so between her clenching thighs.  “Oomph!”  Shoulders throbbing, breasts bouncing, her knees bend, legs bow as her feet twist, the toes of the stilettos pointing inward in the Oriental girl’s grasp.  Head rising, twisting back and forth, lips widely parted below the black cloth mask, she continuously moans as she slides down across his cock, “Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!.... Aaaaaaahhhhh!”

Queasy, lightheaded, apprehensive, the sensation of his shaft continuing to slowly penetrate her, her hips lurch upwards as her vaginal walls cling to, impossibly stretch around his unnatural girth, her contorting body slipping another couple agonizing inches downward as she feels her ankles twisted, her feet spreading further apart.

“Humph!... Aaaggghhh!”

Blinded by the mask, her fists clenching, her arms being stretched further upwards behind her in his tight grip with her knees bowing inwards, she feels as if her insides are being consumed, pressed aside by the girth of his cock sliding, grinding inwards.  “Oomph!”  Sensing her ankles being lifted, her bowed, twisted body being hoisted up off the platform, her buttocks slides even further back onto his throbbing cock with her grunts becoming painful, terrified screams as she feels she’s being ripped apart. “Aaaaagggghhhh!... Aaaaggghhhh!... Aaaaggghhhhhhh!”

Lifted, dropped, hoisted and dropped, her ankles firmly held apart keeping her quivering knees spread, she feels his cock impaling her an agonizing inch or more at a time, splitting her, consuming her as the forth, fifth, sixth drop rams  his cock deeper and deeper past her stretching, ripping vaginal walls.  “Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhh!... Aaaaggghhhh… Aaaggghhhh!”

Trembling, mumbling incoherently, head shaking back and forth, she feels her ankles released, her feet dropping free as her legs sway back and forth above the floor.  “Aaaggghhh!” Her bound elbows shoved forward in his gripping fists as her buttocks presses back, rests against his muscular abs, her chest thrusts out, breasts swaying, bouncing as her naked body uncontrollably jerks; twists on his impaling cock finally rammed its entire length between her stretched thighs.  The pain searing, rippling clear to her womb, her head slumps forward as she dangles semi-conscious from her mount.

Shuffling toward the balcony, through its open divider, he positions himself in front of the railing still firmly gripping Lynn’s slumping body by her bound elbows.  Facing the other tower, lifting, dropping, he lifts again and again, letting her limp body bounce on his impaling shaft, her legs sway, dangle as her firm breasts jaunt outward, jiggle, her head swaying back and forth, her chin dragging across her sternum for another score of thrusts as his dark toned muscles ripple beneath the lighting.

A couple harsh grunts, his body noticeably trembling, his knees bow, his hips squat as he holds firm, explodes his orgasm deep inside her.  A couple more thrusts, again holding firm, again squatting; he explodes again as her limp body jerks.  Holding still for a few seconds, tugging her body back against his chest, lifting her upwards, his crimson coated shaft slides outward, ‘plops’ free as he drops her to the floor of the balcony.

Stepping back, glancing toward the Oriental girl, he growls, “She’s yours, take her away Kunoichi, she’s been initiated, she’s going to make a good Dorei in time with proper training.”

End Part Three      

            

   

        

        

DRAGON LADY

PART FOUR

A second indoctrination into the Oriental slavery lifestyle Lynn’s being exposed too.

Chapter One

Hazily awakening, lying across the satin sheet flat on her back, she senses the fur lined cuffs securing her wrists to the upper pillars of the bed.  Her buttocks hoisted across a mound of pillows with her ankles loosely cuffed to the lower pillars, Lynn glances around the room’s shadows, the only light source a flickering scented candle on the table against the wall at the head of the bed that’s been pulled out a few feet.  A groggy second glance around, she doesn’t realize she’s back in her friend’s apartment, in another of her bedrooms.  The rawness, the soreness between her thighs resonating with each heartbeat, glancing across her spread breasts she struggles to glimpse between her parted thighs past the rounded curve of her pubic mound hoisted upwards, glistening with lotion.

       Not knowing how long she’s been shackled, hours, days, who knows, glancing from one hand to the other, clenching her fists, she clumsily flexes her fingers open and shut as she twists her wrists back and forth.  A token tug on each cuff, arching her shoulders, tilting her head and glancing down toward one ankle, the other, she again gives a half hearted tug, resigns to being shackled spread-eagled across the mattress.  Completely naked, the ropes gone, her thoughts blurrily drift back to being mounted by the Oriental, ‘Sensei’ who so brutally assaulted her, seeming to split her apart.

       Again her hazed thoughts drawn toward the pain between her spread thighs, squinting, raising her head, craning her neck, she attempts to get a closer glance at her aching vagina as she flexes her hips, lifts awkwardly upwards.  Her shaven mound glistening, the puffy folds of her labium even fuller then normal as she strains, her buttocks bouncing on the pillows, she’s almost relieved as she catches a glimpse of her spread slit, reddened, sore but apparently not the worse for wear.  Thinking back, realizing how monstrous his cock was, how deep he penetrated her, she leans back, takes a couple deep breaths.  Glancing around the shadows, arching, bowing, grunting as she again curls forward, her wrists, ankles tugging at the cuffs as she stares between her spread thighs a second time, she tries to reassure herself, to double check that she’s physically okay.

“Lynn!.. Or should I say Dorei?”

Hearing the familiar voice, glancing toward the bedroom door swinging open, she see’s the Oriental girl entering the room, her colorfully designed satin robe partially parted exposing most of her nude body.  Leaning her head back, relaxing her arms and legs, Lynn watches through her glazed eyes as the girl slowly steps toward the bed, allowing the robe to slip down off her shoulders, drop to the floor.  Again tugging at the cuffs, twisting her ankles, arching her back, Lynn turns her face away, glares across the pillow toward the curtained window.

The mattress softly bounces as the girl sits next to Lynn’s spread body, nods, rubs her hands together with lotion as she quietly speaks, “Quite a workout with Sensei you had.”  Reaching out, patting Lynn’s inner thigh, she adds, “I really didn’t think you could actually handle it all.”  Sliding her saturated index finger upwards, back and forth across the puffy folds between Lynn’s flexing thighs, gently tapping the nub of the swollen clit, she reaches up with her other hand, cups Lynn’s chin, turns her face toward her while scowling, “Look at me when I speak, Dorei!... Look at Kunoichi!”

The shadows flickering from the candle, glancing up toward the Oriental girl’s dark face, toward her glistening olive toned bare breasts spreading, swaying from between her arched back shoulders, the colorful dragon seems to waver on her bare breast as Lynn feels the girl’s finger penetrating her sore slit, the cool lotion actually soothing as the flexing finger twists slowly inward a couple knuckles deep.

“You’re quite the sensation,” Kunoichi nods as she gently caresses the reddened flesh with her finger, thumb.  Reaching up letting her free hand glide across Lynn’s puffed out stomach, cupping a swaying mound, flicking her thumb across its flat areola; she begins gently melding that firm breast.  “You’ve already accumulated an impressive list of clientele right here in our building who can’t wait their turn!”

Sliding her hands away, slipping off the mattress, the girl reaches for the black mask in the table’s top drawer, slips it across Lynn’s forehead, aligning, adjusting it.  Stepping around the bed, adjusting each rope, tugging it taut to each pillar, she forces Lynn’s body to arch, to bow across the pillows beneath her buttocks.  Retrieving an ‘O’ ring mouth gag from the drawer, slipping the overly large bright red oval rubber between Lynn’s stretching lips, securing the black leather straps behind her neck, she harshly tugs the braid of Lynn’s hair, craning her neck back as she ties it to the head of the bed.  Tweaking Lynn’s right nipple, stepping toward the foot of the bed and slipping her robe back on, she whispers in her ear, “Time to loan you out again… This next indoctrination’s going to be a different type of pain, no sex for the next client, he’s just a sadist.”

Hearing the footsteps leaving the bedroom as the door slams shut, heart pounding from her ominous comments, craning her neck, Lynn’s barely able to twist her head from side to side, unable to lift upwards.  Grunting, again twisting, tugging her hands, her feet, her extremities ache as she bows across the firm pillows beneath her hips.  Fully alert, heart pounding as the thoughts of what’s happening fills her mind, she hears the door again reopening.  Holding firm, listening to the sound of footsteps approaching, she reflexively tenses as the room becomes a low buzz of activity.

Ropes drawn through eyelets anchored in the ceiling above the bed, the dangling ends aligned across Lynn’s breasts and hips, Kunoichi along with a middle aged, distinguished Oriental man step to either side of the bed.  Dressed in a black, appearing to be a sort of ceremonial type robe, grayish hair, slightly more then average build, he still commands an ominous presence.  Silent, obviously familiar with the routine, he lays a number of prepared bamboo shunts across the mattress, Kunoichi assisting as she holds an end of a rope still as he aligns the first shunt across Lynn’s torso at an angle  between her thrust out breasts.

Manipulating a second shunt, crisscrossing it above the first, he carefully wraps a thin strand of hemp several times around the pair where they meet, across, beneath, around the bamboo, tying the very ends of the twine together.  Reaching across Lynn’s bowed torso, pressing the ends of the shunts together nearest Kunoichi, glancing toward her, giving a nod, he holds the ends of the shunts together as she wraps the rope around their notched ends.

“Oomph!... Humph!”  Feeling her breast being compressed, the oval wooden shunts flexing, burrowing into her bulging titflesh, Lynn’s grunts gurgle from the ‘O’ ring as she jerks at her bound braid, twists her head back and forth across the ruffling pillow.  “Oomph!... Agghhh!”

A glance toward Kunoichi by the quiet man, another glance toward Lynn’s ‘O’ ring, Kunoichi finishes with the rope, picks up a shorter shunt from the mattress, steps toward the head of the bed.  Slipping the narrower end into the red donut, stretching the hard rubber even wider, pressing, guiding the shunt inward three, four inches, Lynn’s grunts are muffled as he nods his approving acknowledgement.

Stepping toward the other side of the bed as he presses the opposite ends of the bamboo tightly together compressing Lynn’s other breast, Kunoichi grips the other swaying rope, aligns it with the bamboo’s notches, binds the ends together.  The pair of bound bulging breasts discoloring, the dark stretching areolas shimmer as the blue veins just beneath her translucent tit flesh crisscrosses.  Her back noticeably arching upwards off from the mattress by the pair of stretching ropes, her arms flex, straighten toward the corners of the bed.

Again positioning themselves on either side of the bed, the man chooses another shunt similar to the original pair.  Passing it to Kunoichi, pressing his palms across Lynn’s inner thighs, he silently nods toward her puckered rectum as he spreads her legs wider.  Aligning the blunt end against the quivering sphincter muscles rimming Lynn’s rectum, twisting, shoving it inward, she momentarily hesitates as he holds her twitching legs firmer.  Another shove, another twist, a final shove and a good six inches of bamboo disappear between Lynn’s buttocks.

“Uuuuummmppphh!” A gagged screech, her naked body bucking, her hips jerking, her throbbing breasts stretching and swaying from the ropes,  she feels the harsh bamboo shunt impaling her from the rear.

The wooden shaft in her throat grinding across her tongue, the roof of her mouth, now another ramming deep between her spread thighs, her wrists, ankles grind back and forth in the cuffs as she bows, arches above the bedding.  “Aaaaggghhhh!”  Terrified, her breasts throb, rectum burns as her nostrils flair with each forced breath.

Reaching for the other swaying rope, wrapping it around, binding the third shunt as he hoists her hips higher, Kunoichi finishes, slips the pillows off from the bed as Lynn’s body arches well above the mattress, her spread arms, legs dragged toward the edges of the bed along with her braid of hair.

Glancing over her naked body, stepping toward the foot of the bed he reaches between Lynn’s thighs, past the rope stretching upwards from the third and impaling bamboo shunt.  Her vagina spread, the discolored folds puffy surrounding her swollen clit, the hollow of her slit, he flicks the protruding nub, watches her quivering body tremble, jerk beneath the trio of ropes stretching down from the ceiling’s eyelets.

Stepping back, reaching around and picking up a pair of long, thin bamboo shunts, he hands one to Kunoichi, positions himself midway up the edge of the bed.  Nodding across Lynn’s waist toward Kunoichi, gripping the bamboo in both fists, slowly raising it above his head, he flicks it downward.

“Swish… Thwack!”

“Oomph!”

The sound of the bamboo curling, twisting through the air, the flexing narrow end smacking, embedding into the taut flesh of Lynn’s rippling stomach, her guttural groans are barely emitted as Kunoichi in the same stance flicks her bamboo shunt downward toward Lynn’s navel.

“Swish… Thwack!”

“Humph!”

Another grunt as the ropes jerk, Lynn twists, sways above the bed.  A pair of bright red welts inches apart, he nods across her glistening body, slowly raises the shunt a second calculating time.  Glancing toward the bulging breast closest to him, waiting until Kunoichi raises her flexing bamboo, he flicks his wrists forward.

“Swish… Thwack!”

“Aaaggghhhrrr!”

The shunt smacking, glancing off Lynn’s taut areola, the second shunt quickly follows, swishes through the air, looping, curling downward from the other side.  “Thwack!”

“Aaaaaaaggggghhhhrrrrr!”

Smacking, glancing off Lynn’s other breast with a hollowing ‘thud’, another guttural scream from her stuffed mouth, a couple more thick red welts instantly rise, stretch, almost touch across  her bulging breasts.

Wheezing, straining to breathe through her flairing nostrils, the searing, ripping pain jolts through her chest, her stomach as the taut ropes grip the bamboo shunts gripping her flesh, suspending her swaying body above the bed.

Twisting at the hip, reaching outward, holding the tip of the bamboo just inches above her spread slit, holding his arms firm, glancing toward Kunoichi, nodding toward Lynn’s purplish breasts, he waits for the other shunt to be raised, centered across the globular mounds.  Nodding, raising the flexing bamboo slowly upward, watching as Kunoichi does likewise, he raises on the tips of his toes, hesitates, flicks the shunt downward toward her clit.

“Swi… Swish!... Thhh… Thhwwwaaccckkk!”

‘Aaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhh!”

Both shunts curled downward, one across Lynn’s breasts, the other buried in her spread slit, both nipples flatten beneath the flexing bamboo as Lynn screams, jerks, twists, bucks from the twanging ropes.  Her naked body glistening, beading with perspiration, every muscle, every tendon visibly stretches beneath her taut flesh.  Fists clenching, fingernails digging into her palms, toes curling, pointing down toward the bedspread, her stomach ripples as the red welts crisscross her tortured body.

Again silently positioning himself across from her flexing midriff, almost casually raising the shunt, nodding for Kunoichi to raise hers, he again flicks the bamboo through the air.

“Swish… Thwack!.........Swish… Thwack!”  The pair of shunts smack across Lynn’s navel, pubic mound, then silence.  Another pair of crimson welts with Lynn’s body slumping back, her arms, legs go limp, fingers, toes relaxes.  Lowering the bamboo, he drops it almost gently across the bedspread, finished with his brief, free demonstration.

Accepting his approving nod, Kunoich bows, steps from the room behind him, satisfied he’ll want to be a well paying regular on the list.

End Part Four

 

 

      

       

 

    

   

DRAGON LADY

PART FIVE

Chapter One

       The foggy haze of drifting in and out of consciousness, darkness, daylight, darkness again, the acrid taste of the fluid only nourishment, the occasional sensation of needles in her hips stinging her butt cheeks, time seems to have lost its meaning.  No longer a need for bindings Lynn huddles across the bed, her faintly bruised body curled into a semi-fetal position when alone.  Drugged into being barely coherent at times, each ‘reward’ from a prick of a syringe brings a spreading warmth, a rippling effect flowing outward from the injection, another journey into a shadowy blissfulness usually after her latest sadomasochistic contact.

       The almost daily stereotypical Oriental abuses not only tolerable but given the occasional fix, the episodes have become almost anticipated sessions with the ‘clients’ she succumbs too.  Submitting to their own individual desires of what they want to do with her, the young, beautiful American both physically and sexually, she finds herself mentally drifting into the state of mind of accepting her role.

       Curling across the mattress while facing the wall, the most recent injection’s affects fading enough that she’s somewhat mentally coherent, on the other hand becoming physically queasy, almost nauseated, she hears the door open, once her college friend, now her Mistress, Kunoichi entering.  Reflexively rising a hip, anticipating the stinging prick, the bliss that comes with it, she feels the palm of a hand patting her rump instead.

       “Not yet Dorei, not yet… Drink this.”

       Hearing the Oriental’s voice, rolling awkwardly back onto her side Lynn hazily glances toward her, toward her black outfit, all tight fitting leather, crisp and stark, the white paper cup in her hand.  Obediently raising onto her elbow, taking, lifting the bitter concoction to her lips, eyebrows wrinkling, finishing it off in a couple gulping swallows, she reflexively crushes the cup, drops it across the side of the bed as she slowly shakes her head back and forth from the after taste.

       “Time to take a little trip to a friend’s shop if you want your real reward,” Kunoichi smiles as she sets on the edge of the mattress, lets her hand slide upward, cupping Lynn’s breast.  “We have an appointment for you; we’re going to start ornamenting this pretty body of yours, okay?”

       The request not really a question but more of a stated fact, she continues to meld Lynn’s breast as she softly adds, “We’ve had several requests, ranging from piercings, tattoos, even brandings.”  Holding her hand firm, giving a squeeze, she glances toward the fading bruises of the past week and a half, the remnants of ropes and bamboo shunts.  “You’ll be willing, won’t you?  You’ll want to do that for me to get your reward, right?... We want you to look really pretty when you begin dancing for us in one of the gentleman clubs, to entice the patrons even more.

       Watching Lynn’s reaction, her facial expression, its obvious the stark reality of what’s being said isn’t fully registering with her, just the promise of the reward, the growing need for that soothing shot in her butt cheek.  “Let’s get you ready.”

Chapter Two

       The black sedan slowly coming to a halt in the widened area of the alley, the bright orange metal door standing out from the red brick windowless facade of the multiple story building, the chauffeur exits the limo, flicks the buzzer next to the doorway.  Stepping the couple steps back to the limo as the roaming camera above the security entrance obviously follows, flipping the limo’s rear door open, Lynn’s the first to exit, a simple white satin slip-over the only covering, otherwise naked with her hair tightly wrapped in a blond bun behind her head.

       Kunoichi following, maintaining a grip on Lynn’s wrist, the door to the building opens as Lynn’s directed up the couple steps, the silhouettes of her breasts, her nipples jiggling beneath the practically sheer clothing barely concealing her otherwise nude body.  The entrance a short shaddowy hallway abruptly ending with a thick curtain covering an opening, an ominous employee stands menacingly at a desk.  Large, muscular, shaved head and wearing a tight, black outfit consisting of stretching pants and tank top, his huge arms ripple as they cross in front of his chest.

       Glancing past Lynn, recognizing Kunoichi, he bows, parts the dark, thick curtain as he speaks, “This way Kunoichi… You’re expected.”  Guiding them past the drape as he holds it apart, another hallway brightens, several doors along either side as he slowly nods, “The last door to the left.”

       The sounds of Lynn’s pattering bare feet, Kunoichi’s hard heels  echoing across the wooden floor as the curtain brushes shut behind them, reaching the designated entry, a plain white metal surface, the door flicks open a bit as the buzzer’s sound resonates from its lock.  Shoving the door open, closing it behind them, Kunoichi keeps a firm grip on Lynn’s wrist as they stand in the empty foyer in front of yet another entry, this one an oak six panel door.

       The camera pointing downward from the ceiling, a speaker box next to the entrance, again a clicking sound from the area of the door as it unlocks.

       “Enter.”

       Obeying, again shutting the door behind them, they quietly stand, wait as Lynn glances around.  The room appears to be patterned from some sort of medical design.  A unique stainless flat metal perforated table rests in the center of the floor; its four legs bolted into the concrete above a shuttered drain.  Dark mirrored glass fills the entire back wall above a three foot ledge, a large chrome enclosed lighting fixture centered above the table.  White shuttered cabinets lining the right wall above a shelf, the rest of the room’s barren except for another doorway to the left.

       A brief moment or so and that door opens as a white smocked man and female assistant enter, her carrying a tray, both wearing a form of surgical masks.  As she sits the tray on the shelf, the ‘doctor’ steps toward Lynn, without a word, reaches out, begins sliding her translucent slip-over up across her hips, past her breasts as the material jerks, twists at her swaying melons, finally up over her head and back down across her arms.

       Watching him nod toward the table, toward Kunoichi, position himself on the other side of the metal slab and tapping it with his fingertips, Lynn feels her elbow pushed by Konoichi, guided to slab, pressed against its cold edge.

       “Climb on Dorei… Once you’re positioned, you’ll get your reward,” Kunoichi orders as she bends, grips Lynn’s ankle, begins hoisting her upwards while instructing, “Go ahead, climb up there.”

       Turning, her bare buttocks reflexively jerking across the cold steel, her rounded rumps hardening, flexing as she arches back, her hands barely able to gripe the slightly sloped edges, Lynn leans clumsily over, raises her legs one at a time.  “Oomph!”  Unable to control a shiver, the harsh cold surface pressing against her naked flesh as she struggles across the flat metal, she spreads her arms and legs, twists over across her back.  Her nipples, areolas shriveling as the goose bumps spread across her naked breasts swaying down toward her armpits, her body trembles as much from the cold contact as the lack of her latest injection while she closes her eyes below the circular lights flashing on, glowing above her.

       Both hands gripped, separated and lifted above her head, she feels the coldness across the back of her arms as her wrists are cuffed to the upper corners of the table.  Legs next, her thighs spread, ankles cuffed and stretched to the bottom corners of the table, again the cold harshness of the flat metal penetrates her bare flesh.  “Oomph!”

       Another binding across her midriff, this a wide leather strap, Lynn’s navel sinks inward, the outlines of her ribcage pressing outward above her hollowing stomach, her breasts twitching, jiggling as he jerks the strap tighter before securing it.  One final strap, slipped around her forehead, tugged tight and snapped into place into the perforations in the table beneath her neck and she finds herself immobile, spread-eagled across the cold flat slab.  The doctor reaching down, knobs twisting, the top and bottom ends of the table slowly separate apart, spreading her bound limbs.  Several cranks and the top of her head rests even with the new opening as a similar slot also opens between her thighs.  

       The assistant approaching, a syringe in hand, the doctor waits as she applies a soaked ball of white gauze a couple firm swipes across Lynn’s left buttocks.  Handed the needle, squirting a slight mist into the air, he slips the tip against the plump flesh, pumps the solution slowly in.

       Eyes squinting, the sensation familiar, a couple blinks, Lynn’s pupils dilate as the anticipated warmth spreads, ripples inside her.  Noticing the assistant stepping to the head of the table, feeling her chin being tilted downward, she watches in her rapidly hazing state of mind as a rubber mouth gag’s pressed across her lips, forced between her teeth.

       “You’ll need that, Sensei,” Kunoichi leans over, whispers in her ear as she watches the needle being withdrawn, the syringe handed back to the assistant.  Handed a mask herself, aligning it across her own face, Kunoichi steps toward the foot of the table, positions herself.

       Another couple swipes with the gauze, the tinged cotton handed to the assistant, the doctor steps to the counter, just as quickly returns with what appears to be some sort of wireless soldering iron, only with a unique narrow, flat tip.  Holding the iron upwards, the silver tip reddening, giving off a wisp of smoke as he squeezes the trigger, the assistant firmly grips Lynn’s thigh just above the knee with both hands.

Glancing toward Kunoichi, the assistant, he rests his free hand on the wide strap flattening Lynn’s stomach, lowers the iron just above and across her pubic mound.  Lyn virtually unresponsive, waiting for the injection to take its course, he slips the heated tip past her spreading vagina, holding still a few inches down her inner thigh.  Again, a nod toward the assistant, glancing toward Kunoichi, down toward Lynn’s calve, he hesitates until Kunoichi grips her fingers around the spread leg.  A final glance at the glowing iron, pressing inward, the singeing flesh instantly smolders, the acrid smell of burning flesh rising from the table.

“Oomph!... Oooommmppphhh!... Ooommmppphhh!”  Lynn’s muffled screams resonate across the room as her body spasms, jerks above the table.  Breasts flailing, fists clenching, toes curling, her muscles, tendons flex, bulge from beneath her taut flesh.

Dragging the iron upwards, squiggling, branding the smoldering flesh, the tip gliding upward to just below a puffy fold of her shaved labium, the assistant and Kunoichi grip tighter, hold her leg, thigh in place as the flat leather cross over strap creaks across her hollowing, rippling stomach.

“Ooooommmmppphhhh!”  Another screeching, guttural grunt as the reflexive ripples race up and down the flesh of Lynn’s inner thigh, visibly spreading beneath the assistant’s fingers. “Ooommmppphhh!”

Momentarily hesitating as he leans back, allows the iron to reheat, again tilting his head forward, he slowly rolls the smoldering tip of the iron with precision deeper between Lynn’s thighs.  “Aaagggghhhh!”  The branded leg trembling, contorting in the women’s grasp, he carefully follows the crease of her labia before backing the searing tip away.  Glancing toward Lynn’s perspiring face, her eyes darting, rolling upwards, he applies the iron again, traces another line perpendicular to the first, again tracing around her labia.  “Aaaaaggggghhhhhhh!”  Ignoring her scream, letting the glowing iron travel the few inches, the smoldering flesh beading with perspiration, the mixture becoming a steamy mist, he retraces the route, lays down another red welt across the quivering thigh.  “Aaaaagggghhhhhhhhhhhh!”  A steady gurgle from Lynn’s gagged mouth, saliva spewing down off her chin, dripping across the steel table, the iron continues ever so slowly onward as the women lean into the smoldering mist, retain their firm grips.

Without a break, a third slow, precision swipe of the iron begins slowly tracing across the quivering, naked flesh, the welted outline taking on its intended form beneath the acrid haze.  Ignoring her tortured unintelligible pleas that are becoming raw grunts, he finally completes the branding, steps back to the shelf.  Returning with a sterile white cloth and salve, applying the mixture to the cloth, glancing over the perfect serpent design burned into the bare flesh, he presses it across the brand, tapes it loosely around her quivering thigh as the women finally release their grips.

The searing pain of the branding iron on her inner thigh’s tender flesh, the utter agony of what seemed like hours of being burned, her naked body finally relaxes in her restraints.  Covered in perspiration, beads of moisture collecting, dripping down across the outer curves of her globular mounds, rising, lowering on her chest with each forced breath, the pain’s still there, it just doesn’t seem to matter as much to her now, now that the injection’s solution has taken its full effect, spreading through her bound body.  Half realizing what’s happening, the other half seeming more like a hallucination, she stares past the trio of masked faces glancing down toward her thigh.  The room swirling, the bright circular lights glow down at her as she seems to float above the table.  Blinking, squinting, she closes her eyes, drifting off into blissfulness.

Stepping back, Kunoichi gives her mask to the assistant, the pair of them stepping through the doorway; they leave the doctor alone with Lynn.  Stepping toward the head of the table, between the spread rails, he unfastens the strap binding her forehead, tilts her face back, her neck craning down into the opening.  Unfastening the gag, tugging the soaked red ball from between her lips, he holds her mouth open with one hand while adjusting his pants, slipping his manhood out with the other.

Pressing his cock against her chin, rubbing its crown around her parted lips, glancing into her hazed eyes staring back past him, he arches forward, presses his throbbing shaft into her yawning mouth.  Leaning forward, gripping both firm breasts reflexively thrusting upwards across her chest, flexing his hips, thrusting inwards, he feels his cock sliding across her tongue, penetrating her throat, scrapping across her tonsils.  His thighs scraping across her stretched arms to either side of him, her naked body twitching, glistening as he pounds, ruts back and forth in jerking motions, he twists her firm titflesh, squeezes and stretches the full mounds as his scrotum swings back and forth, slaps across her face.  Trembling, jerking, in just moments his load gushes, spurts deep inside her throat.

Holding still, then another quick couple thrusts, he feels another spurt as he watches her naked body trembling.  Holding  himself still again, her breasts discolored in his clenching fists, the nipples, bulging, dark as her torso jerks above the table, he slowly withdraws his still firm cock, slides his hips back, watches her naked body arch, her fists clench as she struggles to breathe.  The crown of his shaft ‘plopping’ out from her lips, the suction, the ‘whooshing’ sound of air escaping her throat, he watches his cum drooling from her lips, dripping onto the floor as her stomach heaves.

Stepping to the shelf, picking up another clean towel to wipe himself, he glances back toward Lynn, figures he’ll give her another appointment for some more body art in a couple weeks, after all, besides the usual generous payment for his services of ornamenting her slaves, the tips Kunoichi allows him are priceless.     

End Part Five

    

       

         

    

       

       

         

         

      

       

       

       

DRAGON LADY

PART SIX

From Dorei to Hakujaden

Chapter One

       Crystal chandeliers, leaded and beveled frosted glass dividers, gold and pewter railings, fixtures, the empty Cabaret room glitters as Lynn’s familiarized with the center stage before being escorted to the private dressing room.  Her initial performance tonight for a private membership, her whirlwind entry into the sadomasochistic underworld of the Oriental society, Lynn’s also approaching the precipice of an addiction to the syringe if used on her much longer.  The club closed to the public for the evening, only the upper-crust will be in attendance.  The other girls, mostly Oriental, a scattering of European, some Eastern block, she’s the lone American and the lone blond on display, bleached or otherwise.

Allowed more then a week to recoup from the branding, bruises, other mistreatments to her body by just being submitted to light bondage situations and an occasional oral sexual contact, sitting in front of the dresser’s mirrors, the effects of her latest injection having worn off, she glances at the image of her naked body being massaged, primped for her debut.  Just a few pounds lighter, maybe even for the good, breasts remaining just as full; her chest appears even larger on what was her already mostly slender frame.  The heavy eye shadow highlighting her dark eyes, rouge, bright red lipstick finishing her makeup, her dyed blond hair strictly combed back into a tight bun, again her over the top image seems of another person, not unlike a Los Vegas showgirl.

       The pair of oriental women busily administering to her, one applying a fresh coat of oily body lotion, the other finishing with the makeup, she silently watches her reflection as she feels her breasts being manipulated, oil rubbed across, into her firm flesh, her nipples glistening, puckering under the woman’s touch, actually quite stimulating.  Feet spreading apart, the same hands sliding between her knees, the flexing fingers gently separating her legs, the freshly branded outline of the serpent rises off her inner thigh.  The brand uniformly rising a quarter inch or so above her bare flesh, basically healed, luckily the natural separation between her legs allows her thighs not to scrape together, to irritate the still tender branding as she feels the girl’s fingertips massaging the lotion across her hairless vulva causing her to twitch, to respond with a quiet moan as the fingers softly probe her parting slit, flick across her responding clit.

       Finishing with the lotion, having her stand while still facing the mirror, to obediently lift her arms just slightly out from her sides, the women begin applying her fetish gear for the show.  Freshly shaven from the neck down, not a nub, a razor cut anywhere; her naked body appears back to normal except for some noticeable discoloring across a hip from what’s been an almost daily injection.  Just a couple weeks into her coerced transformation she still appears perfectly toned, abs rippling, breasts like a pair of ripe melons, globular and firm, the dark areolas like bulls-eyes perfectly centered on her pendulous mounds standing upright as the nubs of her nipples jiggle as they separate, point apart.

       Slipping into the obligatory black six inch spiked stiletto heels one foot at a time, her brightly painted toenails, matching her likewise long red fingernails poke through the slotted tips of the boots as the straps are wrapped, fastened around her ankles leaving her towering above the pair of naturally smallish statured oriental girls in their white smocks.  Matching black leather cuffs sparkling with inserted diamonds for her ankles and wrists are quickly applied before a wide chocker collar’s fitted carefully around her throat and fastened, its diamonds glistening even brighter.

       Silently watching the mirror, noticing the reflection of the girl behind her slipping a bright red ‘O’ ring up across her chin, lift the gag up and press the hard rubber against her mouth, Lynn obligingly tilts her head back, obediently spreads her lips, allows the oval donut to press between her sets of pearly white teeth as her mouth yawns open.  Fitted firmly in her mouth, its black leather straps are fastened behind her neck while she feels the other girl gripping her wrists, tugging them behind her back and snapping their clamps together.

Shoulders, head still arching back, breasts bouncing as they’re forced to jaunt outward, suddenly her knees reflexively bend, her stomach ripples, hollows as she takes a couple quick, halting breaths, the startling sensation resonating through her chest of the first girl rubbing an ice cold glob of salve back and forth across her bare flesh, melding, stretching and stroking the firm tit flesh with a thick, chilling coating.

       Almost rasping for breath as the girl works her breasts, eyes darting downward; Lynn sees her nipples standing out rock hard, her thrust out covered mounds glistening from the fresh coating of cold jell still melting into, dripping off her naked flesh shimmering through.  Again glancing back toward the reflection from the mirror, her nude body trembling, she appears in an almost serpentine stance with her soaked breasts shoved obscenely out in front of her as the one girl finishes, the other preparing a leader leash.

Sounds in the hallway, the club having filled, Lynn senses the effects of her latest injection fading.  Queasy, starting to become leery of even wondering what she’s in store for, she nervously shuffles in her heels as the pair of oriental chaperones stand to either side of her, silent, waiting.  Time ticking by, her naked body glistening, still beading from the rubdown, the door’s finally tapped across, swung open.

“She’s next, bring her out,” the burly oriental orders in his heavily accented voice.  Black t-shirt, pants molded to fit, his jet black hair in a caricature ‘Elvis’ look as his gold chains sway across his exposed chest.  An appreciating glance toward Lynn, he holds the door open, slightly bows.  “Let’s go girls!”

A ‘click’ beneath her chin, the black rope leader leash snapped in place, Lynn feels the guiding tug and her neck jerk, her breasts bouncing as the lead girl steps into the hallway.  The other girl close behind, the three begin their jaunt through the darkened hallway to the Cabaret room, to the crowd of influential attendees.

Stopping behind the thick dark curtains, cigarette smoke swirls below the flood lights positioned in the rafters.  The finishing touches from a pair of oriental girls act, one’s performing fellatio on the other’s obscene strap-on dildo.  Unable to interpret the loud comments from the darkened audience area, the jovial atmosphere brings out the obvious meanings of the catcalls, the arousing responses regardless of what language the crowd indulges.

Chapter Two

The floor lights dimming, the pair of oriental girls having left the stage, the insistent rowdiness suddenly becomes a muffled hush as Lynn’s led from behind the ruffling curtain, guided to under the stage lights shinning down across the center of the platform.  Her big breasted naked body glistening, her bleached blond hair shimmering, a stark contrast to the previous act, she draws instant attention.

“Hakujaden!... Hakujaden!”  The voice rings out from the speakers as Lynn hears her new moniker for the first time.  “Hakujaden!”

Glancing out into the dim shadows, the room’s tables obviously overflowing, Lynn feels the leash disconnected from her collar as her naked body’s faced forward by the other girl.  The muffled comments spreading across the floor, the intensity raises as a metal cage like frame’s wheeled behind her.  Elbows gripped, backed toward the cage, stepping up one foot at a time, she senses the girls gripping an ankle each, spreading and lashing the stilettos to the metal screen flooring.  Her wrist cuffs separated, both arms are hoisted up past her face, spreading apart and arching up behind her with glistening chains tautly stretching from the upper back corners of the steel frame connected to her cuffs.

Her bare breasts glistening under the lights drip moisture from the tips of her thick nipples as they spread outward, obviously the focus of attention, especially with the front line of tables.  Feeling fingers gripping, tugging at her slippery labia folds, the burning sensation of metal serrated prongs clamping deep onto the stretching flesh, their connected glistening metal chains tugged down and back, she feels her vulva spreading open as her knees bend, allowing for the chains to be secured to the bottoms of the cage’s back corners.  Another set of matching clamps and chains, again painfully secured in front of the first pair, her vagina’s slit widens even further as her bending knees quiver.  Thigh muscles rippling as the four clamps spread down toward each corner; she feels the strains on her squatting body as their chains alternately stretch and rattle from between her legs.

Drooling through the ‘O’ ring, her saliva collecting  between her firm, rounded breasts tautly hoisted toward her hollowed armpits, her arms strain above her in the chains stretching towards the back of the frame.  Watching wide-eyed, she slowly shakes her head back and forth between muttering grunts as another set of clamps and chains are held out in front of her face.  One girl gripping a glistening breast, squeezing, tugging outward, the other spreads the Japanese clover clamp wide open, slips it up past the swelling nipple.  Pressing it across the puckering nub, she lets it squeeze shut deep onto the dark areola.

“Oomph!”  Lynn’s first loud grunt, the crisp pain shooting through her aching nipple pinched between the sharp serrated teeth, she feels her globular mound spring free from the girl’s releasing grip, stretch outward, upward as the sparkling chain tautly twists up toward the outer corner of the cage.

Rasping for breath, her nostrils flaring as saliva continues to drool in strands from the ‘O’ ring, her other breast firmly squeezed, the dark areola swelling, the nub hardening, the matching clover clamp’s numerous teeth are shoved across that puffy tit flesh, released.  “Aaaggghhh!”  Buried just as deep as the first clamp if not deeper, its chain tugged upward to the opposite upper corner of the steel frame, her trembling body forms an erotic serpentine stance as she’s chained into her semi-squatting position, her heartbeat pulsing in her quivering breasts.   “Humph!... Oomph!”

Still almost a hush in the audience, the pair of white smocked girls position themselves on either end of the steel framework, slowly begin turning, revolving it in a complete circle for the crowd.   Jerking, swaying, Lynn’s nude form shines beneath the lighting, shadows of her naked body reflecting from the cage’s metal surfaces as the chains tighten; slacken from her clamped flesh being tugged in different directions.  Given the group every angle a couple times, the girls finally stop as Lynn’s positioned facing toward the left side of the stage.

Eerily silent, the darkened room remains quiet enough to hear Lynn’s rasping moans, the chains rattling as the pair of oriental girls positions themselves up on the cage’s floor, one in front of, the other behind Lynn.  Each with an obscenely long dark dildo, they teasingly slide the thick rubber shafts across her buttocks, her breasts, lets the hard crowns flick across the glistening chains, tug and contort the clamped flesh.  A dildo slipped between her thighs, jammed a couple inches up into the hollow tunnel of her stretched vagina, her buttocks twitches, the chains sway and clank as her naked body reflexively jerks.

The other dildo being slapped back and forth spank her bare breasts, the chains stretching, the crimson tinged clamps jerking at her engorging nipples as the echoes of the rubber shaft striking damp flesh resonates from the stage.  Moaning, slobbering, chained into her squatting stance, the ‘thwacks’ of the flexing dildo, the grunts between the ‘O’ ring become a cadence as the other dildo pumps back and forth, disappears another couple inches between her quivering, spread thighs.

The room becoming louder, intense, most of the huge thick dildo ramming obscenely in and out, in and out between her trembling thighs, stretching, tearing at the taut rim of her vagina, Lynn helplessly realizes the Oriental men are becoming even more then enthralled at the site of an American girl being abused, at her blond hair flailing, at her big titties stretching in the serrated clamps, contorting with each smack from her obliging Oriental handler.  Staring, focusing toward the dark curtains seeming to sway beside the stage, she struggles to steady her sprawling body, her ankles twisting in the stilettos as she tries to hold firm, to relieve the pain from the contorting, flexing chains, their serrated clamps dragging at her tender flesh as the dildo rams deeper.  “Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph!”

The pounding continuing, her glistening body crisscrossed with beading moisture tracing, dripping across the cage’s flooring, wheezing, struggling for breath through her flaring nostrils, the harsh lights from above go dark, the girls step back.  Her body still trembling as the dildo’s dragged from between her thighs, the chains constant rattling becomes a gentler jingle as they sway from the dangling clamps.  Feeling the tightness in her extremities, her muscles, tendons knotting as she attempts to position herself into a less painful position, still semi-squatting, arching, bowing to lessen the chains tugging at each other, she stares into the disorienting darkness as the room quiets.

Feeling the cage jerked, its wheels creaking as it’s twisted around, the clamps digging deeper into her tugged flesh, her fists clenching as she staggers, struggling to stand upright, the lights again flash on from above.  Facing the center of the room, the cage just inches from the edge of the stage, the faces of the closest onlookers illuminated, their expression’s intense, she again hears a low murmur filtering through the rest of the darkened room.  The cage’s floor bouncing, the huge shadow filtering across her, she catches a glimpse of a naked man positioning himself between her thighs.

Squinting her eyes shut, shaking her head back and forth as the chains clatter, she bites into the ‘O’ ring as she realizes its Sensei’s hands sliding across her buttocks, spreading her butt cheeks.  Heart thumping in her aching chest, reflexively tensing, inhaling a deep breath as she feels his manhood slapping up between her thighs, smacking across the foursome of clamps stretching her vagina open, she defensively jerks as the monstrous crown drags back across her exposed clit, between her stretching labia folds, come to rest against her puckered rectum.

Twitching her hips, trying to probe for his shaft with her gapping vagina, as painful as being fucked by his cock was before, she can’t imagine it being rammed into her butt.  Chains twisting, clanking, the clamps digging deeper into her stretching labia folds, she senses his fingers spreading her butt cheeks even further apart as the throbbing crown presses against, probes between the spreading rim of her sphincter muscles.

“Oooommmppphhh!”

Contorting, her breasts stretching upwards in the chains as she bends, twists forward,  again squatting, trying to ward off the huge cock, she feels his hands gripping her hips, his thighs pressing forward as his cock ‘plops’ in its initial inch or so.

“Ooooommmmppphhh!”

Clenching her fists, eyes rolling upwards as saliva drools from the ‘O’ ring, rasping for breath, she’s sure her rectum’s ripping, the taut flesh tearing as the hot, thick shaft penetrates, slides between her jerking thighs. 

“Ooooommmmppphhh!”

Three, four inches, even more, she feels his hips begin to sway, thrusting, withdrawing, thrusting inward a little deeper each time.  Starring down toward the table, the group of Oriental men sitting around it obviously engrossed with the exhibition, grunting with each thrust she tenses in the clanking chains tugging her vagina, her nipples.  Seeing their enthralled stares, their eyes locked on her naked body as she’s rocked back and forth, she finds herself beginning to thrust back, jerkily forcing her hips back, flexing forward, getting into some sort of rhythm.  The pain somehow no longer hurting, accepting his throbbing cock that seems to be gliding in and out, the dark room tends to spin as her aching body relaxes. 

“Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph!  Grunting, thrusting, feeling her insides filling with his pulsing shaft, one of his hands reaching around, gripping a clamped breast, the other pressing across her hip, gripping, tweaking her swollen clit, her grunts become more like rasping moans, the pain morphing to acceptance, to a sort of a contagious excitement  like the rest of  the filled room.  His thighs continuing to slam against her hips, her head twisting, again she glances through her hazing eyes toward the shuffling curtain, notices her friend, Kunoichi, the red dragon tattoo glistening from her parted robe covering her hand manipulating a breast, her other hand obviously pressing between her thighs, watching.

Shamelessly masturbating herself, watching the pair still humping in sequence in front of the mesmerized audience, her eyes locking with Lynn’s, Kunoichi realizes the injections are no longer needed, Lynn’s become Hakujaden, the white serpent, now a part of their sadomasochistic circle.

End Part Six