WORK IN PROGRESS 05

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 05: WORK IN PROGRESS
BY BOB WILLIAMS
ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, NORIKO, FUJIKO, AYUMI, SAEKO, 
MARIKO, TAMA, MAIKO, SHIZUE, MIE, AYAKO, TOMO, YUU 
AND RUMI 

PART 05

CHAPTER V

Perfect Harmony

     This piece began as a description of the work of 
     a _gaijin_ friend of mine. He is a wealthy man 
     and can afford to rent a much larger apartment 
     than I can. And he lets young girls live there 
     rent-free while they pursue their aim of entering 
     the sex industry. Unfortunately my editors 
     scoffed at the idea. They wanted articles about 
     the girls, not their landlord. So I reworked a 
     piece I had in stock in which I had tried - yet 
     again - to find the words to describe what a girl 
     feels when extreme sexual stimulus propels her 
     into a state of mental orgasm. But as you will 
     see, I didn't abandon my first idea completely. 

The moment is approaching: the moment which makes me 
tingle all over and feel more fully alive than at any 
other time. The moment when I shall be completely nude 
displaying myself before an enthusiastic and lustful 
audience. The feeling I first experienced when I was 
just fifteen and taken by giggling school-friends on a 
birthday treat to a strip-club, and allowed myself to 
be persuaded to step up on stage and give an amateur 
performance. The feeling I have sought to experience 
again every night of the two years since. 

Tonight I am to feel it - and enjoy all the wonderful 
things that will follow - in one of my favourite 
clubs: discreet, modern, patronised by handsome and 
sexually skilful men. I am performing on a circular 
stage a few steps above the audience, and almost 
surrounded by my admirers: there is just a narrow 
access left and right to backstage behind me. For some 
reason - I can't now remember why - I decided to strip 
from a simple white dress. Usually I like to wear, and 
then not wear, something glittery and tarty designed 
to add spice to my admirers' simmering lust - and to 
my own. But some lover had suggested to me that a 
seventeen-year-old girl could look just as arousing 
playing the innocent virgin as she did dressed as a 
teenaged slut. So I had tiptoed onto the stage wearing 
a demure white dress - halter-necked and bare-backed, 
with a short skirt, but still the kind of thing I 
could innocently wear window-shopping along the Ginza, 
pretending to be startled by the interest and desire I 
aroused. Judging by their applause and cheers the 
audience had enjoyed watching me undo the bow of the 
halter-neck, letting the front fall to expose my firm 
young breasts, and then reach behind to pull down the 
short zip fastener and ease the tight skirt over my 
bottom, down my thighs and off. I had added long white 
gloves to my costume - something I would not normally 
wear on a daytime shopping expedition but entirely 
suitable, I thought, when dressing up a little for a 
sexy evening. I could of course have left them on, 
relying on the way gloves can enhance a girl's nudity. 
But I wanted to be completely nude! I had slowly eased 
off the left glove, descending the steps and leaning 
forward to drape it round the neck of an elderly man 
in the front row, pulling him forward by both ends 
till he was kissing my breasts. Then it was the turn 
of the right glove: I teased a younger and more 
handsome man, dangling it so that the fingers tickled 
his face, and tempting him to grab hold of them and 
try to pull me down the steps towards him. But I let 
go of my end at the last moment, skipping away from 
him and leaving him the glove as a souvenir. 

I danced round the stage, pirouetting on my slender 
white high-heels. The great moment of prickling, 
life-enhancing lust was now nearly upon me. All I had 
left to take off was the tiny white triangle coyly 
hiding my neatly trimmed hair and my two lower 
love-holes. My fingers began to play with the almost 
invisible threads holding it up by bows on my hips. 
Now, yes - now! 

But then disaster - in my excitement dressing for my 
act I had somehow tangled up one of the bows, and 
pulling at the threads just made the muddle worse. I 
was of course standing at the very front of the stage, 
wanting to give the audience the best possible view of 
my complete nakedness. And then - a man in the front 
row saw my trouble, stepped up onto the stage, and 
deftly disentangled the bow. The tiny scrap of 
unwanted clothing fell away, and he stood beside me as 
I posed, the g-string dangling from his fingers. 

The audience cheered. The atmosphere was shimmering 
with sex. I leant forward and took the other end of 
the g-string. For a while we stood together, the 
little cloth stretched between us, while I continued 
posing and showing myself off. Then I turned, letting 
the strings pass over my shoulder, and began a march 
of triumph round the circular stage, pulling my 
captive behind me. When we returned to the front I let 
go, and snuggled against him, wriggling my crotch 
against his and kissing him deeply as one does one's 
first lover at a party when the time has come for the 
girls to go nude and choose. His hands held me firmly 
along my back, then I felt one move slowly downwards, 
stroking and tickling my arse. I moved my feet apart 
so that his fingers could explore my love-holes. Oh, 
how wonderful! I thought - the public nudity of a 
strip-show combined with the intimate lovemaking of a 
sex-party. 

Suddenly he moved and picked me up - his right arm 
round my back, his left under my knees. I flung my 
right arm round his strong shoulders, pushing 
downwards so that he had to lift me higher and show 
off his prize. I glanced around the stage: yes, the 
couch on which I would normally be fucked by an 
invited member of the audience was now in position and 
illuminated. My little g-string was nowhere to be 
seen: either he had pushed it into a pocket or a 
souvenir-hunter in the audience had grabbed it. It 
didn't matter: I never wanted to wear it again. I 
never wanted to wear _anything_ ever again. I am nude 
in a man's arms, I thought, and never want to be 
anything else. I kicked my legs sexily, and waved at 
the audience. Among the cheers I heard someone call 
out a delightfully indecent suggestion of what should 
be done to me. "Oh, yes - _please_!" I said, waving 
and kissing my hand in the direction of the call: "You 
next!" 

My lover - I already thought of him as that - knew 
what to do: he carried me over to the couch waiting 
for us and deposited me gently onto it, lying on my 
front with my face and hands resting on the raised 
end. As he quickly removed his clothes I wriggled 
upwards so that my knees were tucked under me and my 
arse was pushed upwards. Moments later he was standing 
in front of me, his erection pointing at my face. It 
was so thoughtful of him: like most girls I like to 
take a look at a cock before it is thrust into my cunt 
or arse - and this was a lovely one: long but not too 
thick, straight and firm, just made to pleasure a 
girl. 

I suppose my sexual experience has been typical for a 
modern Japanese girl: I started sucking cocks at 
fourteen and lost my first virginity soon after that. 
As I have told you, I had my first experience of 
public nudity and sex at fifteen and if I have been at 
all unusual it was only in the overwhelming impact of 
that experience. From then on I spent as much time as 
I could in strip-clubs, "apron nude" cafes, nude 
hostess bars, and of course at sex-parties. It was 
only very recently though, yielding to the persuasion 
of a gentle lover at a party, that I surrendered my 
second virginity and felt for the first time that 
wonderful tube of flesh snaking up my anal passage, 
pushing before it that unique, glorious blend of pain 
and pleasure. I had allowed myself to repeat it only 
occasionally. But I had been anally fucked enough 
times now to have acquired that very special tickle 
deep inside me which can be reached and gently 
scratched only by a loving cock - scratched away to 
provide blessed relief for just a little while before 
returning even more maddeningly with its insistent 
message "You know you want it again! I shall never 
leave you in peace until you invite another lover to 
satisfy me!" 

But first my lover's cock was demanding entry to 
another of my holes. I opened my mouth wide and he 
plunged it smoothly into me. In my position on the 
couch I had no difficulty swallowing the head and it 
was soon part of the way down my throat while I 
pleasured the shaft with my tongue and lips. It moved 
slowly in and out as my lover gasped and moaned with 
satisfaction. All too soon, afraid of coming before 
reaching his final goal, he withdrew. As the audience 
cheered him on, and I begged him to fuck me more, he 
moved round to my other end. I felt my buttocks pulled 
gently apart. Would he enter my anus at once? No, 
first it was the turn of my cunt. The glorious deep 
penetration which is my reward for giving my lovers my 
nakedness to enjoy was mine again and had I not known 
there was more wondrous satisfaction to come I would 
have begged him to remain there, to love my cunt for 
ever ... but he knew better. At last his cock, 
dripping with my saliva and cunt-juice, was demanding 
entry into my anus. I begged it to open for him, for 
its master, but as usual it would not: it insisted on 
being violated. Through the tiny rosebud, through the 
tight ring of muscle, into the narrow sheath which was 
its ordained home, the wonderful sword forced its way, 
seizing me, satisfying me, making me scream with agony 
and bliss. 

At last it was over. The cock swelled as the bolts of 
hot cum forced their way up, up, feeling as if they 
would shoot right through me and burst from my mouth. 
Once again I was complete; a girl whose three 
love-holes had been penetrated, violated, adored. 

He withdrew. I felt his kind, firm fingers wipe my 
arse and cunt with one of the damp cloths placed 
beside the couch. Then he was gone. 

Carefully I stood up. I gave the cheering audience a 
tired wave. I was supposed now to leave the stage by 
the left exit at the back: looking round I could see 
the next act, two pretty Filipinas, already naked and 
with their arms round each other, waiting eagerly to 
make their entrance from the other side. It would not 
be fair to hold up their performance, which I knew 
began with some pretty lesbianism. But I was not 
finished yet. Pulling myself together, I tiptoed on my 
high heels to the front of the stage and down the 
steps. I knew roughly where I was going - _had_ to go. 

"Was it you who wanted to fuck my arse?" I asked in a 
sweet, little-girl voice as I stopped in what I hoped 
was the right place. A tall handsome _gaijin_ rose at 
once, while others jokingly called out, "I did!" "No, 
I did!" "Let me!" But I knew it was he. I looked at 
him, then looked coyly down, and said, still in my 
little-girl voice, "Please! Oh, yes - please!" 

He pushed past the others sitting in his row and 
joined me in the aisle. I snuggled up against him as I 
had done with my previous lover, stroking his body 
with mine and kissing him as I would a man I was 
tempting at a party. As we pulled apart he seemed to 
want to take me back up onto the stage. But the 
Filipinas were occupying it with their pretty lesbian 
love-making: it was their moment of happiness. Soon - 
I had seen their show often - men would join them from 
the audience and pull them apart from each other: then 
each girl would be gloriously raped as she struggled 
and pretended to object, calling to her friend to 
rescue her from the overpowering joys of multiple male 
penetration which she was pretending to experience for 
the first time ... it was a delightful show and I had 
no part in it. 

"This way, please," I murmured to my new lover, "there 
is room at the back for us to ... to ..." 

We moved to the carpeted area beyond the seats. I 
glanced back and saw that two of the men he had been 
sitting with, one Japanese and another _gaijin_, were 
joining us. Yes, yes, I thought, three men, three 
cocks, all three holes at once, oh yes - please! 

But they made no move to pull me down onto the carpet. 

"Wouldn't it be better - more comfortable," asked the 
man who had wanted to fuck my arse, "if we went to, 
well, my place ... more room and, you know, more 
private ..." 

I hesitated. It was an attractive idea. I had finished 
my show for the evening and there was nothing to keep 
me. I had thought of going on to a nude hostess bar 
and finishing the evening by being fucked there, but I 
had no obligation to do that. He had struck a wrong 
note however by mentioning privacy. I enjoy sex best 
when it is _not_ private. 

"It's not far," he added persuasively. 

I made my mind up. 

"All right," I said. "Let's go." 

"What about your clothes ... your dress?" 

"I don't want it!" I declared, starting to move 
towards the exit, "I want to stay like this. Always." 
I stood on my highest tiptoes and kissed him. "Nude. 
Oh, _nude_. For you ... for _all_ of you. _Always_!" 

He put his arm round me, laughed and led me to the 
exit. But before we left the building he took off his 
jacket and draped it round my shoulders. It fell 
almost to my knees. 

"Just for a few minutes ..." he said. 

His car was parked a few streets away: a big foreign 
car. He unlocked it and the other _gaijin_ opened the 
rear door for me. I slipped off the jacket and handed 
it to him, flirted naked in the open street for a 
moment, then climbed in. The leather upholstery felt 
cool and stimulating against my skin. 

As the car moved off, the two men who were not driving 
pulled out their mobiles and began calling friends. 
"What are you doing just now? And when you're finished 
with her? Why don't you come round to Harry's 
apartment? We've a real treat here ... sure you'd like 
a piece of her!" I shivered with excited anticipation. 

The car turned into a side-street and then down a 
slope into a garage. My host helped me out politely 
and offered me his jacket again. I shook my head. To 
be seen nude in the lobby and elevator of this 
high-class apartment block would be a sweet 
preliminary to the delights in store for me. 

The apartment was large and luxurious - _very_ large 
by the standards I was used to. 

"I think I'd like to take a shower before ... before 
we ..." I said. 

"Of course! And we can be preparing," said my host. 

His arm round my waist, he led me down a corridor, 
past several doors, and into a large master-bedroom. 
He opened the bathroom door for me. I removed my white 
high-heels and stepped inside. The facilities were as 
luxurious as the rest of the apartment, and I spent 
long minutes enjoying the needle-sprays of the shower. 
At last, refreshed, lightly scented, and ready for 
anything, I returned to the main room. On the way, I 
could not resist peeping into the other rooms. There 
was no one in either, but each was furnished with two 
single beds and there were girls' clothes scattered 
around. Interesting, I thought. 

The lights had been lowered, throbbing background 
music was playing, and - most important - all three 
men were naked. 

"What a lovely apartment, Harry-san," I said. 

"How do you know my name?" asked my host. 

"Oh, I heard your friends telephoning - asking people 
to join us here." 

"Of course. You don't mind, do you?" 

"Mind? I love it. I adore sex with strangers ... 
orgies ... gang-rape." 

"And what is _your_ name?" 

"Saeko." 

"And how old are you, Saeko-san?" 

For a moment I was tempted to pretend to be younger. 
Lots of men are stimulated by the thought that they 
are fucking an underage girl. But that would mean 
acting the inexperienced but eager virgin, and that 
belonged to an earlier stage of the evening. I had 
already presented myself in my true capacity as a 
sex-crazed teen slut. 

"Just seventeen," I said demurely. 

"And what do they pay you to appear at that club?" 

"Oh, nothing!" I said, surprised that he should not 
have guessed. "I do it for fun, because I love doing 
it so much!" 

With one hand I had reached for Harry's splendid 
erection, fondling it, stroking it, longing to feel it 
somewhere inside me. I looked round and took another 
cock in my spare hand, then smiled at them all. 

"Who lives in the other rooms?" I asked as innocently 
as I could. 

"Ah-ha! You looked, did you?" said Harry. 

"Feminine curiosity!" said the other _gaijin_ with a 
laugh. 

The Japanese man said nothing. 

"Well, I have lots of room here," said Harry, "and I 
can have up to four girls sharing the spare 
bedrooms." 

"We call them Harry's Harem," said Japanese man, 
speaking at last. 

"Are they here now?" I asked. 

"Oh no. They are out stripping, fucking ... working 
hard. They're trying to make a start in the sex 
industry. Lovely girls. In fact there are only two 
just now - I have two vacancies." 

Suddenly I understood why I had been brought here. One 
of the reasons. 

"I charge them no rent," Harry was saying carefully, 
wanting me to understand. "It's good to have them 
here. I adore girls like that, and I love helping them 
start on their careers. Of course, when they aren't 
out looking for work, I expect them to take care of 
me. And any friends I choose to give them to." 

"Oh, _lucky_ girls!" I said softly. 

I let go of the two cocks I was holding, then knelt on 
the carpet. The three erections came closer, pointing 
at my face. I gathered them together in my hands, 
wanting to stroke them, kiss them - worship them. 

"Can't we start?" I asked. "We don't have to wait for 
the others, do we?" 

The next two hours were so complex and yet so 
continuous that I cannot describe them in detail. I 
think six or seven men had me as I lay on one of the 
big black-leather couches, but men came and went so 
there may have been more. I was vaguely aware of two 
girls coming in, stripping and joining the fun, but 
that didn't reduce the intensity of what was happening 
to me. What I am sure of is that all three of my holes 
were constantly occupied by beautiful thrusting cocks: 
as soon as one had finally achieved climax and filled 
me with lovely creamy cum it withdrew and another took 
its place. With my mouth constantly filled I was 
unable to express my happiness or beg my wonderful 
team of lovers to fuck me harder and harder, but they 
knew what I wanted and gave it to me in the fullest 
measure I had ever experienced. The feeling of being 
on trial, of being considered for a place in Harry's 
Harem, added to my joy and to my determination to give 
satisfaction. 

At last it was over - for the moment. Almost fainting 
with joy I was helped along the corridor again to the 
bathroom off the master bedroom. When I once again 
left it, refreshed, my holes emptied and longing to be 
filled again, I found Harry and several men waiting 
for me in the bedroom. A metal bar was hanging from 
the ceiling in the open space below the big bed. 

"Oh, that was so lovely!" I said, in my innocent 
little-girl voice. 

"Yes, it was," said Harry. "But it's not over yet. You 
weren't expecting it to be over, were you?" 

"No ..." I said. "Yes ... that is, please do more 
lovely things to me." 

"Oh, we will, we will! Come and stand here, near the 
bar. And put these on." 

From the bed he picked up two pairs of cuffs in black 
leather and quickly snapped them onto my wrists and 
ankles. I knew of such things, of course, but had 
never worn bondage gear before. Two men took my hands, 
lifted them, and fixed the wrist-cuffs to the ends of 
the suspended bar. Then the ends of a metal stretcher, 
a little over a metre long, were locked to my 
ankle-cuffs, forcing my feet apart. I felt the 
ceiling-bar slowly rise, till I was held helpless but 
comfortable, in a star shape. 

"Oh, very pretty!" said one of the men. "But aren't we 
planning to decorate her? You know, nipple-clamps, 
nose-hooks, gags - that sort of thing?" 

"I think not," said Harry's voice from behind me. "I 
believe this will be her first experience of being 
whipped. I want her to learn to love that. Refinements 
can come later." He walked round to face me. "Saeko, 
do you have any idea what we are going to do to you 
now?" 

"No," I said after swallowing a few times. "But I am 
sure it will be lovely ... if _you_ do it. Whatever it 
is. Please do it to me." 

"Very well. I shall start with this." 

He picked up what I now know was a birch cane, thin 
and flexible, and flashed it through the air in front 
of my eyes. It seemed to hum as it moved. For a moment 
I felt frightened, wondering if I had done the right 
thing in agreeing to receive this new sexual 
experience. 

There was no time for second thoughts. He stepped 
behind me again, and then the most agonising pain I 
had ever felt - could not even imagine feeling - 
struck my bottom in a line of white-hot fire. And 
again. And again. Twelve strokes, I think, though I 
was beyond counting. Then it stopped. I know now how 
clever of him it was to give me time to absorb the new 
experience. The white-hot lines blended, as I hung 
there between ceiling and floor, into a throbbing glow 
which flooded from my bottom through my whole body. My 
screams and cries for mercy changed to gasps of 
astonishment and pleas that this sublime experience 
should last for ever. I was vaguely aware of the 
kindly laughter from the men surrounding me and of 
Harry issuing instructions. 

I know now that the men - my wonderful, thoughtful 
lovers - were sharing out whips and cats of all kinds: 
broad lashes, thin knotted lashes, plaited leather 
lashes - lovely instruments designed to give joy to 
the masochist I had suddenly become ... the masochist 
I had always been without knowing it. Before the 
wonderful glow from the cane had time to fade the 
lashes began to kiss my bottom, my thighs, then my 
breasts and stomach. From time to time my loving, 
beloved Harry paused the whipping so that he could 
renew the white-hot fire of my arse by caning me 
again. Then I hung in my bonds moaning and writhing as 
my whole being was again consumed by the wonderful 
smouldering glow. When the others judged the moment 
was right, their cats and whips began again to delight 
me - but after a while I no longer knew in detail what 
my lovers were doing to me. I was lost in a world of 
perfect ecstasy which I had never suspected could 
possibly exist. 

== 

I was floating, weightless, in bliss. I was conscious 
of the throbbing heat of my love-holes and the 
exquisite glow of my bottom. But whatever I was 
feeling came from somewhere far beyond those localised 
sensations. It was as if one half of my being was 
fulfilled by the other half - and yet it was more than 
that. 

From somewhere a long way away I could hear voices: 
tiny but perfectly audible. 

"I can't understand it," an authoritative male voice 
was saying. "Her pulse is normal, her breathing is 
normal, there is nothing physically wrong with her so 
far as I can see, and yet she just isn't there." 

"What do you think has happened to her, doctor?" a 
respectful female voice asked after a short pause. 

"Well, something has. The marks all over her body: 
they have been inflicted. You could say she has been 
assaulted. But there are no injuries. Whatever has 
been done to her is hardly traumatic enough to produce 
this complete withdrawal from reality." 

"May I make a suggestion, doctor?" said the respectful 
female voice again. 

"Certainly, nurse. I can't solve this. If you think 
you can ..." 

"I think, sir, she is experiencing a mental orgasm. 
Her pleasure centres have been so intensely stimulated 
that they have taken over her whole mind." 

"I see. And will she return from that?" 

"Oh yes. It may take hours, it may take days. 
Depending on the intensity of the stimulus she has 
been given - the pleasure stimulus. She will not want 
to return, and she will need support when she does. 
But she is safe for the time being." 

"How do you know about this, nurse?" 

"I have ... er ... seen it." 

"Do you mean ... you have experienced it yourself?" 

There was a pause. 

"Er, yes, doctor - I have. Several times." 

"Remarkable. I know nothing of this phenomenon. 
Perhaps I should research it ... with your help." 

Another pause. 

"I mean of course," the male voice continued, 
"combining our knowledge and experience ... an 
academic paper ... jointly ..." 

"Certainly doctor. I should be honoured to assist you 
in your researches." 

I had been giving only a tiny corner of my mind to 
this discussion and now let it vanish. It was nice to 
know that two people were going to discover together 
what I already knew, and I was glad for the nurse, 
but - 

I continued to float in my own transfigured 
consciousness. There was no point in trying to define 
what I felt: that would come later. While it lasted I 
wanted to feel, to know, what had happened to me. It 
was not a matter of one half of myself being completed 
by the other half: that was too simplistic. Nor was I 
penetrated or completed by some outside agency: I was 
already complete. Everything that had happened to me 
came from, was part of, myself. I had penetrated of my 
own will into areas of my being of which I had known 
nothing. I was myself completing and perfecting and 
transfiguring the whole of my being. I felt it, I knew 
it. It was all inside me, part of me. All that had 
happened was a voyage of discovery, triggered by 
intense external stimulus, into parts of me previously 
unknown. They were known to me now, I knew how to 
access them. My life would never be the same again. 


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