Then, under the excitation, Monique could not control herself, and once again she offered the sight of her dancing legs in the mirror, displaying and hiding her sex according to the positions that she was assuming under the caress. She was panting with pleasure, and a little bit of juice was dripping from her cunt. In one throb, she closed her legs, but Chang feared all at once. She leaned her head forward and immediately grabbed her feet, and replaced herself in the posture that she had before. Then she stopped resisting and gave herself to the spasm that was in her. She came with huge bumps of her belly, and the legs seemed to give up under her.
Chang held the exhausted Monique and allowed her to close her legs. Tai put some more incense in the burners, and then Chang came in front of Monique, Tai from behind, unhooked the short skirt, and the completely naked body was offered to the contemplation of everyone. Even Tai was admiring and her eyes were shining with pleasure.
Chang bent forward and started caressing the nipples with his lips; he sucked deeply at their contracted little buds, proving how he loved the contact of that hard and soft flesh. His thin fingers were caressing Monique's belly. Tai was standing behind Monique, her hands crossed over her chest.
But then Chang stopped sucking at the breasts, and the reddened and damp nipples were out of his mouth. Chang gave Tai a sign, and then the streamers were lifted some more till the young girl's arms were nearly parallel above her head. The ankles were tied to a pair of bracelets to the ground, and the legs taken more apart. Then like a fleshy Lambda, Monique was offered to the motionless eyes of the Buddha and to the shining eyes of the other assistants.
The only contrasting white spots on that tanned flesh were the white mask on her eyes and the little white beret. The body, lit by the mirror, was offering its pink flesh shaded by the pubic hair and the hole of her navel.
Monique, slightly anxious, was waiting. Between her opened legs the lips of her cunt were slightly protruding, and the immodestly displayed cunt was revealed in the mirror. Sweet sight. In the silence came Tai's voice:
“Little occidental girl, now that your breasts have given you pleasure you must offer their torture to the Buddha so that He will allow you to receive more penetrating and exciting caresses.”
Monique took a look at Tai, she was standing sideways by the tied girl. In her hand was a cat o'nine tails, whose lashes were made of silk, tressed as little ropes, and cut quite short.
She raised her hand and the breasts shivered, round and firm. Monique closed her eyes, more surprised than hurt by the blow that had just hit her right breast. The lashes slid on the globe, hesitating regretfully on the nipple, and again Tai raised her hand and a methodical flagellation began. The blows were calculated so that she only felt a dim warmth fill her veins. Her breasts were shaken by the harder and harder blows of the silk lashes. It did not really hurt; it was more like a kiss of fire that was irradiating through her whole body. The breasts were little by little becoming pinker and pinker. Suddenly Tai struck from the base of the breasts to the top of the globe, and sometimes the two globes would shiver and swing against each other; then Tai stroked without any precise direction and it gave the expected result. Under the diffuse flagellation the breasts became more sensitive and Monique twisted her bust. She started the most magnificent, the most lubric oriental dance. She uttered hoarse cries at each blow. Her eyes closed, her lips closed tight together, Monique was sinking in an abyss of pleasure. She felt as if her two breasts were burning coals…
Tai was only aiming at the globes and they had now taken a deep purple coloration. From time to time the lashes hurt the nipples, and then Monique was twisting her whole body more violently. Like a puppet she was trying to free herself from her ties. Her belly was tensed, sometimes offered and sometimes refusing to be touched. Her twisted sex was opening and closing and the men were following its movements in the mirror. Then Tai started hurting her, hitting stronger and harder, but so deep was the pleasure of Monique that she did not even realize that Tai had changed to another whip, made of bigger, harder, and more dense lashes. An intense warmth covered her chest and she felt something that was either insufferable pain, or pleasure. The breasts being hit more violently, were slapping against each other. The lashes were dancing around the globes, squeezing the nipples that sometimes disappeared completely in the softer flesh of the breast, to immediately reappear, redder and harder. Her body was arching in the most lubric attitudes. Her mouth twisted, she was crying, hollering under the flagellation, and Tai knew that Monique was deeply suffering. She was openly surprised that the girl did not swoon under the violence of the whipping. But she could also see the pleasure that Chang was taking in her torture and she kept on whipping the tormented flesh harder and harder.
The lashes were crashing on the soft flesh, squeezing, burning, biting. Then, after a last row of blows that had Monique hollering her pain like a tortured beast, she stopped tormenting the reddened flesh.
Silence came. The only rumor was the sigh of the tortured girl, hanging from the ceiling, her head leaning on one side. Max and Chang came by, and Chang started sucking at one nipple, his caress bringing some appeasement to the burning pain that was drilling its way through Monique's body.
Then Chang said a few words in Anamit dialect to his wife. She disappeared and came by pushing a little table on rubber wheels. It was covered by a piece of blue material and slightly inclined. The streamers were lowered from the ceiling. The table was used as a bench. The girl was now sitting on it and then she lay on it. Then, her arched body propped, her chest and its voluminous teats were delightfully offered. The ankles were tied by Chang and Tai, to a couple of bracelets also hanging from streamers that were lowered from the ceiling. When those were lifted up, the legs were propped up like a V, in a 90° angle to the belly.
In the light of the little lamps the pulpy buttocks appeared, and then the yawning mouth of the sex, and the puckered asshole. The light of the mirror was turned out, and then another pink light came on and the ray was directed right on the girl's cunt. It was a delicate sight, that long slit, with the pulpy and slightly damp lips of the cunt protecting the love bud and her virginity. And also the sight of her anus, narrow door to her warm insides.
Monique was slowly recuperating. Her breasts were still hurting, and she remembered the account of what had happened to the young bride, as told by Janine. She was a little scared.
She felt a long caress on her sex. Tai, kneeling in front of her gaping and opened thighs, had posed a very soft and supple feather on her clitoris, and softly she was teasing the erected bump. The result was immediate, the little piece of flesh soon dilated, and pointed out, building out of the protective lips. Then, with the tip of the feather, Tai started caressing the tip of the clitoris, being very careful not to touch the nipples without touching the globes of the breast. Monique felt a violent excitation come in her. Her body, already exacerbated by the flagellation, got more tense, and they could all see the belly undulate, the thighs open more widely, and the sex offer its pink mouth.
Tai, as a conscientious pupil was still brushing the end of the clitoris with the tip of the feather.
Then came the sighs of pleasure from Monique, who, forgetting the cruel flagellation that her breasts had just endured, was now giving up under the exciting masturbation of that little feather on her most sensitive part. She came fast, in spite of the lightness of the caress. She was violent, and the contraction of the belly and the pubis surprised Tai, though she was expecting it. Monique uttered loud moans and her muscles tightened, then the cunt seemed to open, to twist a couple of convulsions, and while the cries of voluptuousness were bursting under the ornated ceiling, the cunt yawned more openly and the come juices came dripping at its edge. Tai received the juices on the feather and on her fingers. And then it was silence again, while the voluptuous belly was still convulsively agitated.