Tai, still kneeling, was expecting, contemplating Monique's cunt, and giving her some time to recuperate. Then, pulling an ivory dildo from a little box posed at the feet of the Buddha, she posed it against the offered, puckered anus, and pushed it. It was approximately the size of a man's prick. Slowly, while Monique was moaning, half surprised and half pleased, Tai dug the dildo in her up to the hilt till her fingers met the skin of Monique's ass.
The two men were bending on each side of Tai, and she was pushing and pulling the ivory dildo in and out of Monique's ass. But the dildo was sliding too easily in that mouth that had been taken so many times. Tai was agitating it in all directions so as to widen the passage. Max understood why when he saw the girl prepare another dildo, bigger and fatter, with a bump in its middle and whose head was olive shaped. Tai removed the other from the entrails, and posing the bigger one against the hole, she pushed violently at the pole. In went the dildo with a wet noise. The mouth seemed to open under the effort of the penetration, but the whole tool penetrated and was swallowed by the entrails and their mysteries. The whole dildo was in Monique.
She guessed, at the sudden dilation of her asshole, the trick that had been played on her, but she did not say anything and let the voluptuousness of the penetration bring another pleasure to her.
Tai was looking at Chang, but he said: “No, not tonight, another time.” Max saw that Tai, while agitating the dildo in Monique's ass, was closing the box that she had taken it from, and he guessed that it probably contained another dildo, even bigger. He could not imagine that she could support a bigger tool in her, so big was the one that she was already swallowing.
Tai was slowly agitating the tool in her palpitating belly, and Max, with Chang, was watching the contractions of the asshole on the phallus that penetrated its flesh. It was a fascinating sight to see that mouth suck up the ivory. It was as two parted lips, pulled out when the dildo was pulled out, glued to the material, and then pushed in with a moist noise. Come juice was slowly dripping from the satisfied cunt and was lubricating the ivory pole, making it slide more easily in the ass.
Excited by that shuttle movement, Monique realized that her pleasure was coming once again. She forgot all about the shameful posture she was assuming. She thought only of herself, her joy and satisfaction. Once again, her belly contracted by the voluptuous spasm, quivered, and tensed. The buttocks were propped up, offered, gaping under the sodomization. Her thighs contracted and she tried to free herself from her ties… in vain. Tai was manipulating the dildo with an expert hand, and she was slowly and inexorably bringing Monique to a climax. It happened at last, and she could not master any longer the frantic moves of her body. Tai could hardly control the movements of the dildo between her fingers. Then, contracted in her ties, Monique uttered her pleasure and fell motionless, exhausted, on the couch. Tai dropped the pole that remained implanted in Monique's ass. She watched the last nervous contractions of that body, tortured with pleasure, and then she took the shiny instrument out of her victim's flesh.
Then Tai undid the ties that were holding Monique prisoner, and helped the girl stand up. Once again, Monique was on the mirror, her arms lifted up. And once again the dim light surrounded and enhanced the soft contour of her juvenile body.
“Now you must dance a little, in order to charm the Master.”
Monique listened to Tai's demand, but too exhausted to move, remained gazing and breathing heavily. Then Tai murmured:
“You refuse? You do not know how to dance perhaps? Now, look how easy…”
Monique cried, there was a swish in the room. Encircling the globe of one of her buttocks, the leather lash of a cat o'nine tails drew another welt on her rear. Before she could utter the faintest protestation, Monique felt a hard blow on her already oversensitive skin. Her whole body was flooded by an intense pain. Tai was an expert whipper. Monique, her teeth clenched, could not help moaning under the biting of the lashes. And, while she tried to avoid the cruel contact, she executed in front of Chang and Max the most obscene and lubric of belly dances.
Her belly was undulating, twisting, gyrating all kinds of ways, under the stimulant action of the whip. Her navel was opening and closing, like another little mouth in the middle of her belly. The pubis was sometimes protruding, and sometimes nearly completely disappearing between her closed legs. The buttocks were already red, but Tai was not stopping. She was flogging violently the plump bottom and one could already see big blue streaks on the globes. She was flogging so violently that the lashes seemed to disappear completely in the flesh, and then suddenly reappear leaving a red mark on the tortured flesh. Monique was crying, hollering, hiccuping, her eyes bulging, her mouth twisted. That was the most serious correction that she had received for a very, very long time.
But Chang saw the young girl was slowly reaching the extreme limits of her resistance. He gave Tai a sign, and after two more strokes, she stopped flogging the reddened bottom.
Then Chang came by the young girl and contemplated the ruby-red buttocks. He palpitated the painfully exacerbated flesh, and then said:
“Now you have to come and beg for mercy to the grand Master, and ask for his forgiveness for what you have done.”
Monique's arms were untied, she rubbed her wrists and was helped on her feet by Tai and Chang. She was really tired.
They dragged her to the dragon, and then opened a little door concealed by the bulk of the idol. They entered a dark room, But as soon as they went in a little light was set and Monique saw another buddha, made of some sort of green glass, lit from the inside by a very dim lamp, so dim that it looked nearly phosphorescent. It was a replica from the one in the other room, and Monique, for a short moment thought that there was nothing different from the other Buddha. Then Chang let her contemplate the idol. She saw that it represented a sitting buddha, his legs wide apart, the pubis protruding, and from the bump of the pubis was jutting a prick so big that it could definitely satisfy the widest cunt, and the deepest belly. Monique, dragged by Chang, could not keep her eyes away from that luminous phallus. The buddha's seemed to be waiting for her body and demanding some strange embrace.
Monique's burning body shivered at that fabulous sight. Chang turned her around and thrust her into the Buddha's arms. She felt the glass rod against her buttocks and quivered. The glass was warm, at body temperature. Monique tried to meet Max's eyes. She saw that he was waiting for her first reaction.
Tai and Chang were both kneeling on each side of the statue, and their eyes could not leave the Buddha's sex.
Monique felt an intense emotion fill her burning body. It was as if she suddenly had gone crazy, as if some mysterious force was drawing her into the arms of the smiling statue. Her nipples were hard and erected under the excitement. A violent and voluptuous scent was intoxicating her; in the nearly completely dark room she could see the faces of Max and Chang only with the dim light coming from the Buddha's glass body. She looked at Tai's beautiful torso. Her breasts were jutting and seemed made out of a wonderful marble with a warm amber coloration. They all appeared as real creatures, and they were all awaiting her decision. Then she squatted, opened her legs and felt the tip of that monstrous sex between her buttocks, sliding softly in the valley between the two plump globes. She shivered, as excited as if it had been a man taking her. She rubbed herself against the hard tool, and felt it touch the puckered mouth of her ass. She sighed helplessly and once again she tried to meet Max's eyes. But Max was hypnotized, looking between her legs where he could see the slow progression of the Buddha's sex between the buttocks of the young girl. Then she leaned on the Buddha's arms, the only part of the idol that she could see. She pushed her buttocks against the prick that was dilating her asshole.