ANCHI ON DISPLAY

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

Anchi Kigawa Kline, 11 years old, waited anxiously in her room, sitting on her bed naked, wanting to have her nightly bondage session. She could hear the raucous noise going on downstairs in the living room, dining room, and kitchen.

Her folk’s dinner party. But they had not told her that her bondage session would be cancelled, so she waited. Her midnight hair shone in her bed stand light, cut in a pageboy style. Her dark eyes sparkled in the light. Her pure white body looked like alabaster. Her small breasts stood out like very pointed cones, tipped by dark brown aureole and nipples. Still hairless and not reached her menstruation yet, she was still a virgin. Her adopted parents never took her virginity. Her flat stomach flowed down to her beautiful hairless vagina, and her small bottom rounded out nicely. Her legs fit her form beautifully, her feet and toes held such beauty as not other girl.

Anchi looked at her clock. It read 1830. Her parents normally came up to get her at 1800. Should she go down and ask them to tie her up? What about all those people? She decided. She didn’t care about all those other people. She went to her closet and put on the wrist and ankle cuffs as usual, then her collar. She walked out of her room, down the hallway, and stood at the top of the stairway. The partial wall hid her from everyone in the living room. She had no idea where her parents were. She would just have to walk through the rooms to find them.

Apprehensively she put a foot on the first step. Then the next, and the next. Slowly she walked down the stairway, until her foot hit the ground floor. Even slower now, she walked through the living room where several couples sat talking, drinking and eating hor’douvres.

No one noticed her at first. Not until she stopped in the middle of the room when she looked around to see if her parents sat among them. The couples became quiet, and just looked at Anchi. Not seeing her parents, she walked on, through the dining room. Here too she stopped, looking around. Again, the conversation gradually died off and they looked at her, standing there naked with the cuffs and collar on. Again, Anchi did not see her parents. So she continued on into the kitchen.

She finally found them, standing by the sink, talking to several of their friends. She walked over to them, and they looked very surprised, and their friends stopped talking to hear what she would say.

Anchi bowed in the Japanese tradition (as she always did) and whispered, “Honorable parents, you did not come for me at 1800 for my bondage session, so I have come to you. This humble daughter wishes to be bound this evening as usual.”

“Rise, my beautiful daughter.” Anchi rose. “I apologize that we, your parents, forgot your bondage session. Would it bother you to be bound in front of all these people?”

“No, father. I would consider it an honor.”

“Very well. Come with me. Everyone to the living room please.” He grabbed the D-ring in the front of the collar and pulled her to the center of the living room.

As their friends all gathered around, Gil pulled his Japanese daughter into the middle of the living room, Anchi keeping her head down in servitude as her real parents taught her.

“Some of you know our daughter, Anchi Kigawa. You know we adopted her because we could not have any children of our own. When we adopted her at four years old, she couldn’t speak much English, and we hired a tutor to help her learn our language. During this time, Anchi tried to tell us that she needed to be tied up every day at 1800. We continued this way for several months. It was not until we hired a tutor that she shared what Anchi tried to tell us, which was that her parents did indeed tie her up every evening at 1800. So, to appease her, we began to do so as well. Now, she is very happy we do this for her. We didn’t show up at the proper time this evening, so she came down to tell us. She is not in the least shy or modest. She doesn’t mind it in the least if we bind her right here in the living room, in front of all of you.” Gil turned toward her and told her, “Look up, Anchi. I want you to stand directly below the eyehook in the ceiling.”

Anchi looked up, and placed her naked body as she was told to do, directly beneath the eyehook.

“I shall return momentarily with her spreader bars.” Gil disappeared through the kitchen.

“I just want to say,” mentioned Lil, Anchi’s adopted mother, “that she is a straight A student, is loved by all the students, and never gets into trouble. She is what I believe to be the perfect daughter. Oh, here comes Gil.”

Gil carried two spreader bars, a large combination blindfold and trainer ball gag, and several alligator clamps.

“Anchi, I want you to look up now, and watch what I do to you.” Anchi looked up. Gil spread the first bar apart to about four feet long, then locked each wrist cuff to the hooks on the ends of the bar. He then stepped onto the living room step stool, and hooked the spreader bar with an attached chain over the eyehook. This brought poor Anchi’s arms stretched way over her head. This brought her up onto her toes, her heels off the floor. Next Gil attached the other spreader bar to her ankles, spreading it far apart until just the tips of her toes touched the floor. Anchi groaned.

“Would you like to be blindfolded and gagged before or after I attach the alligator clamps?” asked Gil.

“Please, honorable father, before. This humble daughter would rather be surprised.”

“Very well. Open your mouth as wide as you can. This ball gag is bigger than you’ve had in your mouth before.”

Anchi obeyed. Gil slipped the harness over her head, held her lower jaw down as he shoved the ball inside her mouth, fixed the blindfold, then tightened all the straps, and tightened them again, then locked them all behind her head. He took another chain and attached it to the D-ring on top of the harness, pulled it up snugly, and attached it the to eyehook above her head as well. Now, she couldn’t move her head.

“All right, Anchi, now, I am going to attach the alligator clamps.”

He rubbed her right nipple to get it hard. Again Anchi groaned, but this time with pleasure. Until she felt the clamp bite down on her tender nipple. She let out a scream. Gil repeated the procedure with her left nipple. Again she screamed. But even though she knew what to expect next, it didn’t ease the torture any. He pulled out her right labia, and attached three alligator clamps to it, then did the same to her left labia. These caused her to sway in her spreader bars. Lastly, he played with her clit, just long enough to get it to become erect from its hood, and attached an alligator clamp to it as well. She screamed in sheer agony.

Now he added the Japanese favorite bondage item, the nose hook to her pert nose. He yanked back the hook, and with the small chain attached to it, looped the chain through the trainer D-ring and locked it.

“I will do some more to you later. Right now, your mom and I have a dinner party to finish. By the way, if any of you wish to spank Anchi, you may each have ten swats on each butt cheek. You may use them all at once or spread them out over the evening. Have fun.” Needless to say, many of them used their ten hand spankings all at once, while others, the minority, spread their out over the evening.

Anchi’s legs and calves hurt from the strain put on them, trying to keep her balance and her toes. Her shoulders hurt from being stretched so far. Drool oozed from around her ball gag and several strings of it landed on her chest, rolling down to her belly button and down to the tip of her clit and around her labia. She could only breathe through her nose, since her mouth was completely filled with the ball, keeping air from going in or out. Her butt stung from all the smacks she received on her bare bottom.

Anchi hung there, at the mercy of her parents. She waited to see what else would happen. As she wondered, more hands hit her bare bottom, causing her to cry out, because they hit her hard.

Something touched her clamped and pained nipples. She felt something slip over her right nipple behind the clamp, then it bit down on it. Whatever it was, someone (probably her dad) pulled up on it, and attached it to the D-ring on top of her harness. He repeated the procedure with her left nipple.

“Sweetie, I have used twine to bind your nipples, and I pulled them up to the D-ring. I hope they hurt. Do they?”

Anchi could do nothing except umph through her gag. She honored her parents by accepting whatever pain they wished to put on her. Next she felt something being tied behind each clamp on her labia. Then her dad tugged first on her left labia, and pulled it down until it seemed he would pull it off her body, and tied it to the middle of the spreader bar. He then repeated the procedure with her right labia. The pain shooting through her labia she could barely endure. But endure she did. And still people spanked her bare bottom. It burned, it stung, it was on hell-fire.

“Dinner’s ready, everyone,” called Lil.

“I suggest anyone who hasn’t spanked Anchi do so now before dinner.”

Anchi bore the 50 whacks on her bottom which she endured as a Japanese girl must. She had learned to enjoy and embrace the pain. Of course, her real parents first taught her this before they died.

She listened to them all eat, drink, laugh. Her stomach growled, her throat begged for something to drink. She hadn’t eaten today at all. In fact, not since yesterday at noon. Her chest by now shone slick and wet in the living room light. And still drool slipped from around her ball gag. The racking pain now filled her head. Just about every inch of where her dad tied her burned, itched, ached, stretched, and just about any other words that could describe her pain. Her thoughts concentrated on nothing else. Only the pain. The hunger. The thirst.

Anchi struggled some more, but her heart. Her mind, her body just couldn’t bear the pain even the smallest twitch sent through her. Her blindfold trapped her tears behind it. She didn’t know what might happen to her next, but she could provide an educated guess. The way her daddy spread her, both her cunt and her butt hole provided perfect targets for all the men. Perhaps even some of the women as well.

She heard them. Scooting their chairs back. Laughing still. The clink of glasses. Someone toasting. They all entered the living room where her daddy first bound much earlier.

“All right, ladies and gentlemen, which two of you would like to be first to take unfair advantage of my helpless daughter?”

No one moved, just whispering.

“Oh, come now. George, Arthur, how about you two being our first?”

“OK,” said George, “since I volunteered, first, I get choice of holes, and I choose, let me see, her butt hole.”

Anchi couldn’t see the man removing his clothes until he was completely naked. Arthur followed suit – or followed suitless (ha ha).

Anchi didn’t see them move to her, and readied themselves. They didn’t have to masturbate, their cocks already at full erection.

She felt hands caressing her body, sending shivers through her nerves. Someone played with her bound and clamped nipples.

“Wait,” said her father, “let me remove the labial and clit clamps.” But daddy didn’t open them, just pulled them off, their teeth biting horribly into her tender lips and clit. The twine, however, he left on.

She felt fingers playing with her cunt in front and fingers teasing her butt hole behind her.

“Arthur, you ready?”

“Sure am, George. Let’s do it.”

Everyone watched, enthralled, as George and Arthur plunged their cocks into their respective holes at the same time. Anchi let out with an excruciating scream. The two men just stood there a few moments, regaling in the tightness of her butt hole and cunt. Anchi could feel those cocks as they rested, separated only by the membrane separating her anal canal from her vaginal canal. Then, they moved in and out of her, one man pushing with the other man pulling. The counter-rhythm drove her absolutely wild. She screamed constantly, wanting and needing to reach an orgasm. Then Anchi felt their cocks spurting semen into her holes until they had none left to spurt. Both pulled out, Anchi screaming because she had been right on the verge of an orgasm, but they pulled out leaving her wanting.

Over the rest of the evening, all the men fucked her twice. Those that fucked her cunt, got to fuck her asshole, and vice versa. Even all the women got to play with her and masturbated her, but not to the point of that ecstatic release she’d been craving the entire time – an orgasm! Finally, she heard all the people leaving. And still she hung there. Was her mommy or daddy going to set her free?

“Good night, sweetheart! We’ll see you in the morning,” yelled her mother softly.

“And I’ll give you your orgasm then. Night, sweetie,” intoned her daddy.

NO! SHE HAD TO BE SET FREE! SHE COULDN’T LAST ANY LONGER LIKE THIS . . .!