ALL I EVER WANTED 13

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED
BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST

CHAPTER XIII

The Dungeon Scene

Later that day the studio rang to say we would be 
needed for an early start on Monday. The great scene 
in the torture chamber, supposedly in the cellar below 
Mr Anson's San Francisco mansion, would probably take 
all day to shoot. When we got up on the morning of the 
great day, I decided to forego our usual little 
exercise with the whip, and following treat together 
in bed. Somehow I persuaded Sammy we didn't have time. 
In fact, of course, I was longing for the deliciously 
cruel things that would be done to me on set, and did 
not want to take the edge off my appetite. Also, my 
professional pride demanded that I should enter that 
torture chamber in character, my body fresh and 
untouched by any prior masochistic experience. My job 
as an actress was to show the horror and pain of the 
whipping gradually giving way to pleasure and lust as 
my sexuality began to respond to hitherto unknown 
delights and to yearn for more. That would be easy 
enough. I also had, somehow, to show reluctance at the 
unexpected change taking place in me, resisting it 
until the perverted obsession overwhelmed me and I had 
no choice but to surrender joyfully to it, my cries 
for mercy ceasing as I began instead to beg my 
tormentors to whip me endlessly. In real life, as you 
know, my adoration of the whip and loving submission 
to its cruel bliss were total. So showing this initial 
reluctance would be quite a challenge to my acting 
ability, such as it was. But, Gods, how I was looking 
forward to it! 

Everything in the movie industry takes much longer 
than it has any business to. Sammy and I had very 
little to do in the costume department: we were to 
wear nothing but shoes, after all, and checking that 
they matched the ones we had worn at the end of the 
previous scene was really the continuity girl's job. 
But to me it was unthinkable to start any shoot 
without a gossip with dear Matsumoto-san, and I wanted 
Sammy to become her friend too. So we had a lovely 
hour together once the make-up girl had finished with 
us. I told her frankly about our life together and how 
we liked to tickle each other's arses in the morning - 
even though we hoped to have better things to do once 
we had settled down and got into the routine of 
bringing home pick-ups for the night. Sammy was a bit 
shocked at my telling Matsumoto-san all this so 
openly, but soon learnt to trust her as I did. 

All too soon the phone rang to tell us we were wanted 
on set. Arms lovingly round each other's waists, we 
wandered down to Studio Two. After days of innocent 
nudity in each other's company, we simply never 
thought of how we might look to outsiders. We realised 
our mistake only when we passed a trainee, in the sexy 
golden uniform worn by girls on guide duty, taking a 
couple of important visitors on a tour round the 
company. The visitors seemed overwhelmed at the sight 
of two genuine fuck-film actresses - one of them a 
_gaijin_ - happily nude on their way to the studio. 
That was something to tell their friends about! It 
took Sammy and me a moment to realise what was so 
exciting about our appearance. Then Sammy blushed 
prettily, while I just smiled and bowed politely as we 
walked past. Once we were round the corner we burst 
into giggles, and then kissed each other passionately. 

The big studio had been set up for a fairly standard 
torture chamber scene, the main difference from the 
usual lay-out being the staircase up one corner, which 
was supposed to lead to the mansion's main hallway. 
The Director was talking to Torao-san, the head 
cameraman, and there was the usual organised chaos as 
lights were being set and camera angles planned. 
Torao-san welcomed me with his normal courtesy as I 
greeted him and the Director. I then joined the other 
actors: the Ansons, Ted, Steve and Suzy the American 
girl playing one of the maids. The men were in 
dishevelled formal clothes, and the continuity girl 
was fussing around them trying to ensure that they 
looked as they had done towards the end of a rowdy 
party over a week ago on the other side of the 
Pacific. Her task was much easier with Mrs Anson and 
Suzy, since like Sammy and me they were naked. (I 
suppose there must have been a time when I would have 
found it embarrassing, or at least odd, to be standing 
around in nothing but high-heels in front of so many 
other people, but I honestly cannot remember what it 
felt like.) Even so, the girl was carefully checking 
our hair against a sheaf of stills taken on the 
location set, while the Americans chattered about the 
sightseeing visits to Nikko and Kyoto they had enjoyed 
while waiting for Marucho to be ready for them again. 

Suzy slipped her arm round my waist, rather too 
eagerly I thought. 

"And what have you two been doing while we were on the 
culture trail?" she asked. 

"Oh, setting up a new apartment together. And getting 
to know each other better." 

"Have you now?" She looked at me with an unpleasant 
leer on her face. "I did think there was something 
between you two. Ever since I saw you at it together 
in the orgy scene. That didn't look just like acting." 

"Well," I said with as much dignity as I could muster, 
"you know our company slogan: 'We Always Do It For 
Real'. Anyway, if Sammy and I are to live together for 
a while, it's just as well we _do_ get on well." 

"'We Always Do It For Real', eh? Well, you can count 
on me when we get to work with the whips. Are you good 
and ready?" 

"As hot as anything," I said, looking across at Sammy 
a little too lovingly. 

"Ah-hah!" she said, catching my gaze, "been practising 
together, have you? I wish you'd invited me, darling." 

"Sammy's my best friend," I said. 

"I can see that, dear. Have you taught her too?" 

"Did you find anyone you fancied on your trip?" I 
asked, refusing to be drawn into the intimacies of my 
relationship with Sammy. 

"Oh, yes!" she said eagerly, soon distracted. "There 
was a _delightful_ little chambermaid in the hotel at 
Nikko. She was as keen as anything once I'd managed to 
explain what I had in mind. Oh, she had a pretty body: 
smooth creamy skin, lovely round arse and tits, firm 
strong thighs from all that running around all day." 

"How nice for you," I said politely. 

"What I like about you Japanese girls," she continued, 
"is that you don't seem to have any inhibitions or 
guilt feelings. Of course you're shy and modest at 
first - which is tremendously arousing - and then you 
seem to be amused by the whole thing. And your 
sexuality is amazingly close to the surface: it only 
needs a little stroking and petting and you're crazy 
to have everything. 'Iku, iku!' she kept screaming. 
Does that mean 'I'm coming!'?" 

"Yes, that’s right." 

"I did wonder, because my phrase-book says 'iku' means 
'to go'." 

"I hadn't thought of that before," I said, "but you 
know how we do everything backwards. You come in bed, 
we go. We pull things, you push them." 

"We wash in the bath, you wash outside it." 

"Our books and magazines start at the back." 

"I'd really like to come and live in this country for 
a while," she said, "and get to know it properly. A 
different little girl each night ... or boy ... what 
are Japanese boys like?" 

I shrugged. 

"Do they have any funny little habits I ought to know 
about?" 

I thought for a moment. 

"They like to come all over your face." 

"How do you mean?" 

"They pull out at the last moment," I explained, "and 
shoot their cum all over your cheeks and mouth." 

"Sounds fun." 

"They like a girl to make plenty of noise, and tell 
them how wonderful it is, and keep begging for more. 
And they tend to be a bit sadistic: they learn about 
sex from pornographic cartoon magazines where the 
girls are constantly being tied up and raped in the 
most original ways. But then, we Japanese girls are 
natural masochists, so we have a pretty good time 
together." 

"I'll bet you do." Her hands were lasciviously 
stroking my bottom: deprived of sex since last night, 
I could feel myself responding. "I'd give you a 
_lovely_ time, if only you'd let me. Kiss me." 

I smiled up at her, and because she liked me - and 
liked Japan - I stood on tiptoes in my high-heels and 
snuggled close to her long body as our lips met. Soon 
my hands were eagerly stroking her, as her tongue 
explored my mouth. 

She pulled her face away for a moment. "Iku, iku, 
darling?" she asked softly. 

"Oh, _yes_!" I murmured as her lips closed on mine 
again. 

"Now, girls, break it up," said the Director with a 
grin. "Action in three minutes." 

We all climbed up the staircase in one corner of the 
dungeon, went through the practical door and clustered 
together on the little platform on the other side. 
When we got the word we entered as if from the grand 
hallway above: Suzy and Mrs Anson holding me firmly by 
the arms, Sammy following indignantly, still 
protesting my innocence, then Steve, and finally Mr 
Anson and his friend Ted O'Malley bearing assorted 
whips from the collection in the study. It was assumed 
for plot purposes that our former landlord Mr Latymer, 
playing the part of a guest at the dinner-party, had 
passed out from excessive alcohol consumption. His 
performance at the orgy hardly rated the cost of 
flying him business-class from San Francisco to Tokyo 
and back. 

As I was dragged down to floor level and able to look 
around the big room, I began to register horror and 
amazement at the place where I found myself. There was 
so much to see it was a while before I could take it 
all in. There were chains hanging from the ceiling, of 
course, and whipping-frames fixed to the walls to 
which girls could be strapped for punishment; but the 
first and most prominent piece of equipment was a pair 
of stainless steel poles about a metre and a half 
apart, going right from floor to ceiling. Nearby stood 
a wooden structure rather like the horse children are 
taught to jump over in a school gymnasium. Against the 
walls between the whipping frames were tables loaded 
with equipment which I could not identify at once but 
which I was sure had been used to inflict wonderful - 
what on earth was I thinking? That came later - 
_unbearable_ pain on the poor girls who had been here 
for punishment before me. Despite being underground, 
the cellar was pleasantly warm and dry. There were 
some comfortable chairs which I didn't think I would 
be permitted to sit in. 

"Well, Ted," said Mr Anson, having settled into one of 
the chairs, "you're our special guest this evening and 
she's yours to do what you like with. Aren't you, my 
dear?" he suddenly said to me as I stood before him, 
his wife and Suzy still grasping me firmly by the 
arms. I was so petrified with terror I could not 
reply. "Answer me!" he said sharply. "Are you at our 
mercy or aren't you?" 

"Yes, sir," I managed to say at last. 

"That's better! How would you like her displayed for 
you?" he asked, turning to Ted again. 

"I rather fancy that stainless-steel arrangement you 
have there," said Mr O'Malley. 

"Do you, now? You always were a man for the high-tech. 
What do you think, Megumi? Would you like to be 
stretched between those poles when we whip you, or 
bent helpless over the horse?" 

I was speechless again. 

"Whatever you think best, sir," I finally managed to 
say. 

"That's a good girl." 

He smiled at me. The cruelty in his smile made me 
shiver with pleasure, but I somehow made it look like 
fear for the benefit of the camera. He turned back to 
Mr O'Malley. 

"We'll need cuffs for her wrists and ankles. Come over 
here." 

They went over to one of the tables with Steve to sort 
through the equipment lying there, and soon Suzy and 
Mrs Anson were clipping the stainless steel cuffs onto 
my otherwise naked body. There were strong metal 
D-rings on the cuffs. The two girls pulled me into the 
area between the tall bars fixed between floor and 
ceiling. Technicians bathed me in warm, bright light. 
Mr Anson and Mr O'Malley returned with a selection of 
chains in their hands. 

"Stand with you feet apart," Mr Anson ordered. 

I obeyed. 

"Are you comfortable like that?" asked Mr Anson. 

"Yes, this is fine," I said, after a few false starts. 

"Good. You will be there for quite a while. We want 
you to be comfortable, so that you can enjoy all the 
nice things we are going to do to you." 

I made my face show how horrified I was at the thought 
of what they were planning, and also at the suggestion 
that I might enjoy it. Megumi the sexually experienced 
young woman knew that she would, very much; but Megumi 
the innocent housemaid didn't - yet. My job as an 
actress was to show the transition from innocence to a 
new world of experience, and to show it gradually. 
That would be the difficult part: holding it back as 
long as I could. But I had no right to deprive my fans 
of the pretty sight of the naked housemaid writhing in 
helpless agony in her chains at the first touches of 
the whip; and I wanted to show them my slow apotheosis 
as clearly as possible. Then they would know what to 
do, and what reactions to look out for, when they had 
girls of their own to whip - I want every girl to 
enjoy it as much as I do, I suddenly thought 
sentimentally ...[8] 

Meanwhile the two men were kneeling before me, 
chaining my ankles firmly to the bases of the metal 
poles. Then they stood and linked my wrists to rings 
let into them near the top: they were designed to 
slide up and down in a special track. For the moment 
my arms were hanging loose. 

"Now, watch this, Ted," said Mr Anson, and began to 
pull on a rope which dangled down the outside of the 
pole to which my right hand was fixed, just as if he 
were slowly raising a flag. As he did so, my hand was 
pulled up the pole till my arm was stretched quite 
tight. He let go again, and the tension relaxed. 
"We'll do this together, so that her hands are the 
same height on both sides. Slowly, now, and remember 
the idea is to have her nice and taut - not so tight 
that it hurts her." 

Gradually they pulled my arms upwards till Mr Anson 
was satisfied, then tied the ropes firmly. I was now 
spread like a star between the poles. 

"You see, Ted, soon we will start to whip her. When we 
do that, we want her to appreciate what we are doing 
to her, and concentrate on the pain we are giving her. 
If we tie her too tightly she'll just be thinking 
about how uncomfortable she feels, and she won't enjoy 
the full effect." 

I stood there in silence, frozen in horror - and 
hoping my thrilled excitement would not show - or, if 
it did, would look to the audience like fear. Mr 
O'Malley was looking at me, obviously aroused by my 
naked helplessness. 

"One thing we have to decide," Mr Anson continued, "is 
whether to gag her, or blindfold her, or both." 

"What would be best?" asked Mr O'Malley when he 
realised his friend was deferring to him. 

"Well, it's for you to decide - she's your treat, 
after all. But if it were me I'd do neither. I like a 
girl to see what I'm about to do to her - the 
terrified look in her eyes is very arousing. And of 
course it's a shame not to hear her scream." 

He came over and stood behind me, reaching forward and 
gently fondling my breasts and cunt. Against my will I 
moaned with pleasure and let my head fall back onto 
his shoulder. 

"You enjoy that, don't you?" he said gently. 

"When _you_ do it to me, sir ... oh, _yes_ ..." I 
replied. 

"Just in case you're wondering, my sweet Megumi," he 
said, "this cellar is fully sound-proofed. You don't 
have to worry about some inconsiderate person coming 
to the rescue just when you're most enjoying 
yourself." 

"Are you going to make me scream, sir?" I asked 
anxiously. 

"Oh, yes, Megumi, you will scream," he replied, his 
fingers now dabbling delightfully in my wet cunt while 
with his other hand he pinched and twisted my nipples 
mercilessly. Acting my part, I did my best to conceal 
how close this skilful mixture of pain and pleasure 
was bringing me to orgasm. 

"You will scream," he repeated after a pause, "but not 
with pain. You see, this is the first time Mr O'Malley 
has ever whipped a girl - isn't it, Ted?" he addressed 
him across my shoulder, "and the first time Megumi has 
ever been whipped. And you see, Ted, there's nothing 
like that sweet moment when a girl who's new to it 
stops screaming for mercy and starts begging her 
Master to whip her even harder. That's the moment when 
she can't hide anymore from the truth about herself 
and her desires. I think when that special moment 
comes for her, our Megumi should be free to express 
her feelings without a gag. And of course we want to 
enjoy listening to her." 

"I see," said Mr O'Malley thoughtfully. "This is all 
new to me. I say," he added after a pause, "she looks 
incredibly sexy chained up like that - don't I get to 
fuck her?" 

"All in good time, Ted," said his friend, abandoning 
me and returning to his chair. "First you get to whip 
her. You start slowly and gently, and soon you'll be 
whipping her with all your strength, but with all your 
love too. And slowly she learns to worship you as her 
Master, and to thank you for everything you do to her. 
Then when she's good and ready you can fuck her, and 
she'll respond like no girl you ever had in your life 
before. Can you imagine how red-hot her arse will be 
when at last you enter it? But you have to whip her a 
_lot_. I've sometimes had to whip a girl for hours 
before she breaks down and confesses how much she 
adores it." 

"I see," said Mr O'Malley again. Then he asked, "How 
often do you do this?" 

"Oh, once a week or so," said Mr Anson airily. "When 
your honeymoon is over you must find some way of 
bringing your bride in for training. But, you know, I 
like whipping Japanese girls best of all. They're so 
submissive and shy - then when they come, they come 
like nothing you've ever felt before. And when you've 
finished, they beg you so sweetly to do it all over 
again." 

The two men moved behind me, and suddenly I felt Mr 
Anson's hands rest lightly on my waist, and then push 
me gently to and fro. 

"You see, she's not held completely motionless," I 
heard him explain. "She can't get away from us, of 
course, but she can move a bit. In fact, one of the 
ways you can tell she's started to enjoy what we do to 
her is when you see her straining backwards into the 
whip. Now let's choose the little toys we'll use on 
her. At her present stage of training she's still 
frightened of them, of course, and it'll be lovely to 
see her face when we show them to her." 

Suddenly I heard Sammy's voice, determined and 
indignant. 

"Mr Anson, I keep telling you, Megumi is innocent! She 
didn't do anything to those books of yours! You have 
no right to punish her for what she didn't do!" 

"Young lady, I know perfectly well she's innocent." 

"Then why ..." 

"Because it's so much more fun to whip an innocent 
girl." 

"But that's ..." 

"If I hear one more word out of you, you will be 
punished even more severely than she will be. In fact 
now that I think of it, I've got a really nice 
punishment for you already. Come round the front here, 
where she can see us." 

I saw him pull Sammy roughly to where the two of them 
were within my range of vision, Mr O'Malley following 
them eagerly. 

"See this?" 

Oh, _no_, I thought, not the cat-o'-nine-tails with 
the sweet little metal points! Sammy - the real Sammy, 
that is - had begun to enjoy her first lessons in 
whipping, but she was a long way from learning to 
relish anything as cruel as that. I would adore it, of 
course, though the Gods only knew how long it would 
take the sensitive skin of my bottom and thighs to 
recover from it. Don't do it! I silently begged Mr 
Anson, you will only spoil everything I've done and 
turn her off these special pleasures for ever. But he 
had something much more subtle in mind. 

"Take this whip," he said to her sternly, "and use it 
on your friend's arse till I tell you to stop. That 
will teach you to question my authority! And if I 
think you're not whipping her hard enough, I promise 
I'll use it on _you_ in a way you will never forget." 

"But I can't!" 

"But you will!" he replied. 

But you must! I thought silently. Oh, please, Sammy 
darling ... do it for me ... 

At last I heard from behind me the erotic rustling of 
the cat's tails as Sammy swished the whip shyly from 
side to side, the gentle tinkling of the little points 
of metal set in the lashes driving me wild with 
desire. I could almost see Sammy grit her teeth and 
force herself to swing the cat against my skin. Ah! 
that was so lovely! And again, and again, with ever 
growing confidence. If only I could let her know how 
much I was enjoying it, and how much I wanted my 
little darling to whip me with all her strength. But I 
could give her no hint: Megumi the character I was 
playing still had to show shock and horror at what was 
happening to her. And Megumi the experienced actress 
could only admire the skill with which the Director 
had planned this little scene: the sight of Sammy 
plying the vicious cat on my defenceless, chained 
nudity would be wonderfully arousing in the finished 
video, but because she could not be expected to do it 
with a man's strength the actual damage to my delicate 
skin would be slight. 

"All right! Out of the way!" I heard Mr Anson say 
roughly to Sammy from behind me. I heard, rather than 
saw, Steve take charge of her. 

I forgot about Sammy in the sudden thrill of the 
whistle of a real whip, followed at once by its 
burning embrace round my hips. This was so much more 
satisfying than Sammy's amateurish efforts with the 
cat. Gasping with pain and excitement, I looked down 
just in time to see the long, black, plaited lash curl 
lovingly round me before releasing me, falling briefly 
to the floor, and then being hefted ready for the next 
stroke. Again and again the whip hissed viciously 
round me, delighting me with its cruel sweetness. I 
could tell that Mr Anson was getting firmly into his 
stride: I could now look forward to many minutes of 
steady whipping, the lash working its way millimetre 
by millimetre up to my waist then down my bottom and 
thighs. As it did so, I knew the pleasure I felt was 
already rising to a pitch where I could no longer act 
the innocent. It was time for the little housemaid I 
was acting to come face to face with the truth about 
her own sexuality. I lifted my head and allowed my 
screams to become increasingly joyful and orgasmic. 

As any girl who has experienced it will know, when you 
are being whipped by a partner who really understands 
how to give pleasure, there comes a point when you 
enter a private paradise of your own where time, and 
the counting of strokes, mean nothing. So I cannot say 
how long my bliss lasted, before I became aware that 
the glorious stimulation had ended and I was gradually 
slipping back into dreary reality. I could feel only 
the stinging of my arse and the cramps in my arms and 
legs. I let my head fall and closed my eyes, trying to 
recapture the earlier bliss. Suddenly I felt my chin 
being lifted. 

"So, how are you enjoying your punishment, little 
one?" 

I opened my eyes to see Mr Anson standing before me, 
grinning as he used the whip-handle to force me to 
look at him. 

"Oh ..." I said, fighting for enough self-possession 
to speak, "If only I'd known ... I never guessed what 
it would feel like ... oh, thank you, sir ... oh, why 
didn't you teach me before?" 

"I wanted to, sweetheart, I wanted to. But this is the 
moment I most enjoy: when a girl accepts the truth 
about herself, and recognises that she is addicted to 
pain. I like to take my time." 

"Oh, that was unkind of you, sir," I said with tears 
in my eyes. "I could have had all those weeks of 
happiness ..." 

"Well, you've discovered the great secret now, anyway. 
Didn't any of your girlfriends tell you what it was 
like?" 

"No ... oh, I wish they had ... oh, _please_ whip me 
again, sir, please ... it was so lovely." 

"I can see that," he said. 

Suddenly I felt his hand exploring between my open 
legs. I became aware that juice had been dripping 
stickily down my thighs from my cunt. 

"You _have_ been enjoying yourself, haven't you? But 
what a pity to leave your poor cunt so frustrated!" 

I groaned with lust as his fingers pressed into my 
soaking, unresisting pussy. After a moment they 
withdrew, and instead I felt myself penetrated by 
something wonderfully big and firm. Looking down, I 
saw that in a single movement he had thrust the handle 
of his whip deep inside me. I could tell from the way 
it felt against my pussy that it was not smooth but 
deeply ridged to provide a firm grip for his hand. My 
cunt seized it greedily and held it tight. 

"That's better, isn't it?" he asked.

I was too close to orgasm to reply. The walls of my 
cunt were already pulsating against the sculptured 
grip of the handle. A corner of my mind was groping 
for some memory: had I not experienced something like 
this, only recently? Yes! the wonderful man who had 
forced me to play a pony a few evenings ago had 
pleasured me with a ridged whip-handle like this. But 
that had been in my arse, and the long multiple lashes 
of the cat had formed the pony's bushy tail ... 

I felt Mr Anson lift the long, flexible, plaited 
leather lash and draw it along my stomach and up 
between my breasts, finally knotting it loosely round 
my neck. The upward movement pulled one of the hard 
ridges on the handle firmly against my clitoris. I 
could feel the first waves of climax begin to mount 
from my gasping pussy. 

"Oh, thank you!" I gasped, before it was too late. 

"Quick, Ted!" I heard him say, "get started! She's 
about to come." 

Before I could try to understand what that meant, the 
sharp strokes of a birch began to bite lusciously into 
my already tender and well stimulated arse. The 
searing pain, the intensely pleasurable penetration of 
the whip-handle still thrust deep into me, and a 
sudden vision of myself suspended nude and helpless 
from my straps and chains - all combined to tip me 
over into the most glorious climax. I sobbed and 
screamed with satisfied lust, begging only that this 
happiness should last for ever. 

When I came back to reality I found Mr and Mrs Anson 
freeing my wrists and ankles from the metal poles. I 
stood for a while, my arms loose by my sides, while 
they examined me. I wondered what they had in mind to 
do to me next. 

"Did you enjoy that, my dear?" asked Mr Anson. 

"Oh, _yes_ sir! Thank you sir, very much," I said. 

"Just step forward a little, will you?" 

I walked a couple of steps away from the metal poles 
to which I had been tied, the studio lights following 
me. 

"Bring me those stretchers, will you?" said Mr Anson 
to Suzy. "And the set of chains beside them. Oh, thank 
you. Now, Ted, watch this. My dear, we are just going 
to fix these to your wrists and ankles, so as to keep 
your arms and legs nicely apart for us." 

The equipment Suzy had handed him included two silver 
metal bars a little less than a metre long. Big 
dog-lead clips were firmly fixed to each end. Under Mr 
Anson's direction, Mr O'Malley clipped one bar to the 
rings in my steel wrist-cuffs. My arms still hung 
loosely in front of me, but were now held apart. 

"Just move your feet apart a little, will you, my 
dear? Thank you," said Mr Anson as he did the same to 
my ankle-cuffs with the second bar. 

My position was comfortable enough for the moment, but 
I knew that would not last. Mr Anson loosened 
something on the wall, and a chain descended from the 
ceiling above my head, lowering a big hook such as you 
see on a crane. It stopped when it was at the level of 
my knees. The other item Suzy had brought Mr Anson was 
a set of four chains joined in the middle and with 
another dog-lead clip at each tip. Carefully checking 
which chain went where - they were obviously not of 
equal length - Mr Anson fixed them to my four cuffs. 

"I think we're ready now," he said. "You girls know 
what to do?" 

"Yes," said Suzy and his wife, as they took up 
position just behind me. 

Mr Anson returned to the apparatus on the wall, and a 
motor slowly raised the hook again. As it began to 
move, Mr O'Malley quickly slipped over it the central 
ring binding my four chains together. The hook rose 
and slowly pulled my arms upwards. Suddenly I realised 
that the same thing was happening to my ankles. I 
began to lose my balance in my high-heeled shoes! Soon 
I would fall - surely they did not intend that I 
should damage the delicate, sensitive skin of my 
bottom on the concrete floor? 

"Don't worry - we've got you! Trust us," said Mrs 
Anson's voice in my ear. 

Gratefully I let myself relax into her and Suzy's 
strong but gentle arms as the rising chains inexorably 
pulled my feet off the floor. They did not have to 
hold me for long: only till the hook was at the right 
height to keep me in mid-air. The different lengths of 
the four chains ensured that I was not suspended in a 
lying position: it was more like sitting in a 
reclining chair. When my bottom was about sixty 
centimetres off the floor - my hands high in the air, 
my feet a little lower, my head back and my long hair 
almost, but not quite, touching the floor - the motor 
stopped. 

The whipping was like nothing I had ever experienced 
before. Normally it is my arse and the backs of my 
legs which receive the maximum sensation, but with me 
suspended as I was Mr O'Malley was able to use his cat 
with most effect on the fronts of my thighs, the 
lashes also striking my pussy and lower stomach. Mr 
Anson stood on my other side and concentrated on 
whipping my breasts, using an irregular, occasional 
stroke which contrasted exquisitely with the 
regularity of Mr O'Malley’s beat. Steve and Sammy were 
now within my line of vision. She was leaning against 
him and wriggling her arse against his cock as he 
stroked her breasts and dabbled his fingers in her 
pussy, their pleasure in each other obviously enhanced 
by the sadistic scene they were watching. 

There was no point in even trying to act the ingenue 
now. The innocent Megumi of the story now knew, as the 
real Megumi had done for years, that there was no 
pleasure to equal this pain. Screaming, begging her 
tormentors to whip her harder, she rocked to and fro 
in her chains, wishing only that the ecstasy would 
last for ever. Too soon it came to an end - by a 
refinement of torture, before I had been able to reach 
my climax. Mr Anson ignored me as I implored him to 
continue. 

"Now, Ted," he said, "you asked earlier when you could 
fuck her - what about now?" 

His friend needed no guidance on what to do. He 
quickly removed his shirt and trousers, ducked under 
the stretcher bar holding my ankles apart, and 
standing between my legs thrust his erect cock 
straight into my dripping cunt, which Mr Anson's skill 
had placed for him, suspended in the air, at exactly 
the right height. I felt my interrupted orgasm begin 
to gather again. As he thrust against me, and I 
against him as best I could, I began to sway in my 
chains: he needed only to stand there and let my cunt 
slide helplessly up and down his cock - Mr Anson 
making sure I did not swing too far away from it. His 
long-pent lust for me, and my shamelessly helpless 
position suspended in mid-air, made him come quickly, 
but I was ready for him and we climaxed gloriously 
together. 

Then I felt myself being lowered to the floor, loving 
arms supporting me again till I could stand upright. 

"Did you enjoy that?" asked Mr Anson softly. 

I could only gaze at him, hoping that I was somehow 
conveying my gratitude. 

"What would you like us to do to you now?" 

Somehow I found my voice. There was only one possible 
answer. 

"Please ... the other way round?" I managed to croak. 

"Yes, that would be nice. But we need some more 
equipment for that. Suzy," he said to her as she stood 
behind me, "bring me two broad belts and the other set 
of four chains." 

The spreader between my wrists was removed for a 
moment, then replaced with my arms this time behind 
me. A black leather belt was buckled tightly round my 
waist, and another under my arms above my breasts. The 
sets of chains were now being fixed to me behind my 
back, but I could guess that this time I was to be 
hung from eight points: wrists and ankles as before, 
but also from each of two strong rings in the belts 
which had been buckled round me. Soon I was again 
suspended in the air, but now in a sort of 
swallow-dive, my arms stretched taut above my head, my 
arse provocatively the highest part of my body and my 
legs held wide open by the stretcher attached to my 
ankles. Mr Anson came round to where I could see him. 

"Now, my dear," he said, "since you have become quite 
an expert in the last few hours, you may choose what 
you would like next. See, I have the pretty cat here 
for you, and here is another good friend of sexy 
girls: the long, plaited leather whip. But don't 
forget this one: he isn't as long or beautiful as the 
others, but I think he knows how to please you ... 
doesn’t he?" 

In front of my eyes he was bending to and fro a thin, 
flexible birch. 

"Am I really permitted to choose?" I asked, afraid 
there might be a trick. 

"Of course, my dear." 

"Then, please ... let it be the birch. Oh ... hard, 
please, and slow ... hurt me - hurt me ... make me 
scream." 

"Certainly, my dear. An excellent choice." He smiled. 
"You will certainly scream. The pain will be intense." 

"Not pain, sir. Pleasure. I shall scream with 
pleasure." 

"And we shall all share your pleasure." 

I hung there, helpless, waiting. Suddenly the cane 
shrieked down onto my defenceless arse. I screamed 
with delight. Already I could feel my next orgasm 
building. Mr Anson was not caning me with the 
exquisite timing and placing of my master Mr Otani, 
but it was near enough! Oh, not even in Paradise could 
there be such bliss!  

Brave, darling Sammy was too inexperienced to 
understand that what I was feeling was the greatest 
happiness a girl can know. I was suddenly jerked out 
of it by a commotion behind me. The cane's loving 
attention to my arse stopped. 

"How dare you treat her like this!" 

"God, the little bitch! Get her off me, someone!" 

Then Suzy and Mrs Anson together: "Don't worry, sir, 
we've got her!" 

They dragged Sammy round to where I could see her, 
still struggling, eyes blazing, in her pointless 
attempt to protect me. Don't, Sammy, I begged her 
silently, you'll only encourage them to do things to 
you you're not yet ready to enjoy. And I did so want 
to teach you myself ... 

"Well, now," said Mr Anson, "I think it's time we had 
a little fun with this one, too. Don't you, Ted? Or 
are you saving what's left of your cum for your pretty 
bride tomorrow night?" 

Mr O'Malley ignored the last question. 

"Why don't I tie her over the horse there, and give 
her a real caning before I fuck her sweet arse?" he 
suggested. 

I saw Sammy stiffen: her rosebud was still virgin and, 
while she was looking forward to being inducted into 
the delights of anal sex, we had both hoped to find a 
careful lover who would introduce her gently. The 
assault Mr O'Malley had in mind would be thrilling for 
an experienced girl like me but was too advanced for 
Sammy. 

Fortunately Mr Anson had other ideas. Steve and his 
wife held Sammy tight while Suzy fitted her with steel 
wrist-cuffs. Meanwhile the other two men lowered me to 
the ground again and freed me from the chains and 
belts. Mr Anson allowed me a few moments to massage my 
stiff calves and thighs. 

"Ready for more?" he asked. 

I looked at him, my eyes glowing with excitement, and 
nodded. Then the girls pushed Sammy into my arms and 
we held each other close. 

"Are you all right, Megumi?" she asked anxiously. 

"Oh, yes, darling! It's been lovely for me. And how 
brave you've been!" 

"What ... what do you think they will do to me?" 

"I can guess," I said quietly, "and you mustn't worry 
because I think it's going to be very wonderful. Just 
think of the fun we have had together recently. This 
will be even better. You will enjoy it so much." 

"Will I? Really?" she begged me, tears in her 
beautiful grey-green eyes. 

"Oh, yes, darling. Really. Trust me." 

Then they brought the leather straps and chains again, 
and we were bound firmly together, first just below 
the arms, then under the breasts, and finally round 
our waists. As they tightened the bonds we wriggled 
against each other, till breast met breast, and black 
and gold pubic hair mingled, recalling our pretty 
morning love-making on my bed, the early sun streaming 
through the open curtains. The chain was lowered again 
from the ceiling, our wrists were bound to its hook, 
and raised till we were standing on tiptoes in our 
high-heeled shoes. In this position there was no risk 
of our toppling over, and further bonds were strapped 
tightly round our thighs and ankles. Now we were one 
body, one flesh, one happiness. I tilted my head a 
little and kissed Sammy on the lips. She responded 
passionately. 

"Oh, Sammy, I love you so." 

"I love you too, Megumi." 

"I'm so glad we are doing this together." 

"It's wonderful to be with you." 

They began. Knowing that the real Sammy was not yet 
accustomed to the sizzling pleasures of the plaited 
leather whip, they used the cat-o'-nine-tails - but 
they used five of them, standing in a circle round us 
flailing our united bodies in turn so that the cats' 
wayward lashes danced and twirled over us ceaselessly. 
Sammy began to let out little cries of pleasure and 
excitement, and we pressed our bodies and mouths ever 
more closely together, seeking complete union in the 
intense delight of the endless pain we were sharing. 

How long it lasted neither of us could tell: I think 
Sammy was close to fainting with pleasure when at last 
they stopped. For a long while they left us hanging 
there under the lights, incoherently whimpering our 
thanks and our love for each other. Then at last they 
freed our bonds, and separated us, and took their own 
pleasure. Our cunts were dripping with frustrated 
desire, and the men's cocks entered us without any 
need for preparation. Mr Anson came quickly in me, and 
before he could lose his erection I twisted over onto 
my front, pulling my knees up under me to give him the 
fullest access, and begged him to fuck my anus too. 
Soon Steve, his cock dripping with a mixture of his 
own cum and Sammy's sweet love-juice, joined us and 
lay where my lips could comfortably tease him to 
another orgasm, while Mr O'Malley washed my cunt with 
yet more cum to add to that left by his friend. 

At last, dribbling cum from all three of my holes, I 
lay contented and watched the others, two by two, 
bring Sammy to ecstatic climax after climax. All I 
ever wanted, I thought to myself, was this bliss. Oh 
Gods, oh Goddess of the Sun who understands so well 
your daughters' desires, what had I ever done to 
deserve such happiness? And the answer came: you 
deserve it because you share it with others - with 
your friends and your lovers, and with your audience. 
That is what we made you to do. Work hard, trust us, 
we will look after you, and make you happy. 


[Next in Part 14: Chapter XIV: Educating Emi]


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