KENGCHI Back in 1924 Kengchi was a little Kingdom, very remote, bordering on Burma and Siam. The only access was by riverboat, and that was slow. I was supposed to report to a bank in Rangoon to take up my duties at the beginning of the month - Trainee duties, really, and I had enough time in hand to go up river to visit an old school friend of mine, whom I hadn't seen for six years. Rob Hallet owned one of the largest plantations. Managed it, really - His wife actually owned it. I arrived at Hallet's plantation a little after four in the afternoon. The bungalow was a large, spacious place, comfortable, beautifully furnished, and set in a grove of trees. Once cleaned up from my journey, I found myself seated in a deep chair in the veranda with a scotch and soda in my hand and was soon made to feel welcome. The setting was lushly tropical, with lots of tall dark trees, those in the distance rising from the steamy vegetation of the forest floor, and brilliant, oversized flowers, crimson and yellow, purple and white - indeed, every colour of the rainbow, scattered in a wild profusion of colour around the bungalow. The Monsoons were recently over, and as the Sun sank low the sky became a magnificent panoply of purple and mauve shot with gold and Cerulean blue, topped by towering white clouds. It was superb! Hallet's wife Caroline seemed to want to know all about me, and positively plied me with liquor served by keenly attentive servants. They were mostly young, with a preponderance of women, which surprised me a little, and the male servants seemed to defer to the female, which surprised me a lot. This was certainly not normal in that part of the world. As we chatted I surreptitiously studied my hostess. Caroline had that combination of raven-black hair and very white skin sometimes seen in Irish women, and eyes of deep violet that seemed to penetrate all one's defenses and read one's innermost mind without divulging any secrets of their own. She had a delicate, sensual face, and somehow, a very formidable face. This was not a woman one would want to cross. Her body was lithe and supple, with a small waist surmounting womanly hips, and uptilted, beautifully formed breasts. I decided that Hallet was a lucky man, then hurriedly glanced over at him, hoping he hadn't caught me studying his wife. He gave no sign of having noticed anything, for which I was profoundly grateful. Hallet and I were old school friends, and we talked about those days. We'd both been on both ends of cane and the birch far more than our share of times, and we talked about floggings given and received. Rob talked freely in front of his wife, who didn't seem to mind a bit. Quite the contrary, if fact, which spared me a good deal of embarrassment. Somehow the conversation got around to disciplining the servants, and the use of corporal punishment. Caroline was very much for it, and I found myself agreeing with her. And then she said something that made me look up. She said, "When a manservant is to be punished, I like to have a maidservant administer the correction, and I like to watch. The punishment is keener that way. Women may not be as strong as men, but they have an instinct for cruelty. A whipping from a woman will be worse than one from a man. And not just whippings, either - any punishment. It seems to arouse their libidos, too. I've noticed that after punishment the woman often takes her victim to her room for the night." "Some of your girls are ravishing. I would think some men might consider a night with one of them well worth a whipping!" I remarked. Rob laughed. "You're right, you know. Some of them do, I'm sure. I've had them do something quite deliberately, and then ask if Shar Mei could be the one to administer the punishment. She's the one who showed you to your room this afternoon. She's a little vixen with the cane, that one. Really has them howling! But she always takes them to her room for the night afterwards, though I'm told she ties them to her bed, and does things her way." "Rob, really! You shouldn't tell John things like that. Heaven knows what he'll thing about us! And anyway, Shar Mei isn't the only one, by a long shot. I think it's endemic in Kengchi - cruelty, I mean. Well, sexual cruelty, anyway. John, I beg you not to say a word of this to anyone! We've no proof, and if it ever got around, people would say the most awful things about us. Promise?" "I promise. I'll never breathe a word, or even hint about it, you have my word. Besides, I don't see anything very wrong with it. It's rather colourful, really. Sort of sexy. But I do think you're putting me on a bit. I can't imagine that lovely demure little lass really making anyone howl." Rob laughed. "Can't you? Ha! She's a little demon with the whip, that one. Works them over very slowly and carefully. She likes to start with the strap, then apply twelve or fifteen with the cane, and then go to work with a little tapered leather whip. She doesn't like to hurry a punishment. She'll take two hours, sometimes even longer, especially with a good-looking man, and at the end of it the poor devil is eating out of her hand." "You said some men seemed to want it. Sounds a bit fierce to me." "She always starts and ends with kisses and - well, you know what I mean. They're randy as hell when they go to the post." "And gloriously tired out the next day, I imagine. She sounds like quite a woman!" Caroline had been looking at me hard. "Well, John, I hope we haven't shocked you. This part of the world is a bit different from what you're used to." "Shocked me? Good lord, no! Not a bit. It takes more than that to shock me. I suppose it's intrigued me." Rob replied to that, "It's an intriguing subject. No one wants to admit it, but it is, just the same. People are just afraid to say so, which is sheer hypocrisy! But let 'em get a glimpse of the song-huitt, and they're all eyes and stuttering! And the women are worse than the men." "That's because the song-huitt is a woman's whip, darling," Caroline said. "It looks very elegant and svelte, John, and, of course, it looks as though it hurts like the very devil, which it does. It's a wicked little thing, all covered in red silk, with three little tasseled lashes at the end that wrap round and sting like scorpions." Bob looked at his watch. "Oh my Lord, it's almost five o'clock! Look, will you excuse me if I leave you for a while? I have to catch the boat to Rangoon at 7:30, and I still have to pack. I'll send in Shar Mei with the switch if you like. Would you like to see it?" I glanced at Caroline, uncertain of my ground. She seemed to know just what I was thinking, and answered for me, "Yes, darling, he would, I'm sure." "See you at dinner, then" And with that he was gone. Caroline laughed, "Intrigued you? Now, come on, be honest. It's excited you a little, hasn't it? Mmmm?" She was looking at me with those violet eyes, and I blushed, which I hadn't done in years. She laughed again at this, and pressed me, "Now please don't be all shy and ashamed. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone's interested, you know. They're just afraid to say so." Her eyes dropped to below my belt, just for an instant, and I knew there was no use pretending. I muttered something facetious about "bringing out all my masochism", and she laughed charmingly. "Shar Mei has a way of doing that! Ah, here she is. Shar Mei, the Tuan would like to see the song-huitt, and some of the other things, too. Mr. Hallet will be leaving for the station directly after dinner. Perhaps you could get them out to show after that?" Shar Mei dropped into a deep curtsy, her eyes downcast, the very picture of demure modesty. "Yes, Madam. I make everything in readiness to show honored guest. He like I show him only whipping things, or other torments, too? " "That's up to Mr. Fox, here. You must ask him." "Sir, may I show you things for correct wrong-doings here in Kengchi? They most interesting, I assure you, and are taking very little of your valuable time - or very much, if you were much curious." Her eyes were at once polite and provocative, and she seemed to be sizing me with out appearing too obvious about it. I caught Caroline's eye, and agreed to see them all. Shar Mei spoke again, to Caroline. "Shall I bring them to the drawing room, Madame, or perhaps to his room. Or your room?" She looked at me again, a little more boldly - perhaps because I was getting very randy, and it was starting to show. She said something in Burmese to Caroline, who answered in the same language. With another sidelong look at me, she left the room. Caroline smiled and said, "Well, it's all set, John. After Rob leaves, I'll take you to the punishment hut, and Shar Mei will show you around. It's no trouble - it's being used this evening anyway. Shar Mei has to cane one of the laundry girls. She was caught stealing clothes and selling them in the next village. Tissah's getting two whippings a week for a month. Come to think of it, would you like to see it? I can easily have Shar Mei postpone the punishment until after we arrive." "You mean see the whipping? Well, I, ah..... Well, yes! Yes, I would like to watch! I've never seen a whipping." "Marvelous! I was hoping you'd say that. I have no patience with people who get all holier-than-thou. But you must promise not to even whisper this outside this plantation. It is to be our secret. Do you promise?" "Of course I do! I'd never so much as hint of this. Never!" "Do you swear to it? On your honour as a gentleman?" "I swear it, on my honour. I will keep anything I see or hear entirely secret, and never let on to anyone. Good enough?" "You're a dear! Incidently, Tissah has a darling little bottom! Not that I thought that'd interest you." She looked at me roguishly, then glanced down and saw irrefutable evidence of my arousal. "Perhaps you'd be willing to help Shar Mei administer the punishment. Hold her down, perhaps. Or even cane her or strap her a little yourself! Would you? I really think whipping should be done between sexes, don't you?" "Yes. And, ah... yes, I'd love to." "Marvelous! I think we're going to get along famously." She gave my hand a little squeeze.
II -- Dark was falling with the astonishing rapidity of the Tropics as Caroline took me down the path to the hut. The path lead through a stand of the huge dark rubber trees of the plantation, and then a little way into the jungle. The punishment hut, which was really a small bungalow, stood in a little clearing, and as we approached, Shar Mei appeared in the doorway, clad in a long skirt of some material which molded itself to her body, and a sort of bolero covering her bosom. She carried a sleek, shiny little black whip, about three feet long, which tapered smoothly from stock to a very thin tip adorned with three knotted silken lashes. She bowed us in, and her attempts to seem impassive were betrayed by her eyes, which sparkled with life. Standing under a beam waited the unfortunate laundry girl. She wore a sarong, and her wrists were bound in front of her with ropes which ran up to a pulley overhead, and thence to a cleat set in the wall. Curiously, she looked more excited than frightened, though there was certainly some fear there. Caroline wore a light summer skirt, knee length and flaring, which must have been cool, and certainly showed her legs to advantage, and a rather low-cut cotton blouse. She wore no bra under it, and, as Caroline's upperworks were magnificent, the effect was spectacular. We sat down on a divan behind the girl, and off to one side, and Caroline smiled at Shar Mei and nodded. Shar Mei curtsied deeply to us, and hauled on the rope until the girl was almost up on tiptoe, throwing her breasts into high relief, and Caroline turned to me and said, "Perhaps you'd like to undress her for Shar Mei. Just undo the knot at her side, and unwind the sarong. Go on, it's all right. But first you have to take off your shirt. We have a tradition here that all corrections are administered stripped to the waist, and that includes helpers, too." I glanced over at Shar Mei and she grinned and removed her bolero. So I followed suit, contriving to use my shirt to mask a much needed adjustment to my shorts before throwing it over a chair. I did my duty. Little Tissah had a lovely body, and Caroline's observation about her bottom proved to an understatement. She didn't struggle at all - not that she could have done much - and in a trice she was ready. The two women smiled approvingly, and I stepped back as Shar Mei took up her position and raised her whip. Four exquisite, slow strokes followed, leaving four parallel lines across her lower cheeks. Tissah let out four little cries of pain, and wiggled her hips deliciously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Shar Mei spoke to her sharply in Burmese, and she looked at me wide-eyed, with her lips parted. "She was told to kiss you", said Caroline. "You'd better go to her, or her punishment will be much worse." I did as I was told, and little Tissah pressed her body against mine and offered me her lips. Dear Lord, that girl knew how to kiss! Her lips were full and soft, and yielding to mine, parted, inviting my tongue in. Hers played with mine in a sweetly lascivious way, and her little soft sucking mouth pulsated in time to her body's press against mine. My hands sought her smooth little striped derriere, and for a long moment gloried in their slow, undulating movement. "Please move hands from bottom, sir" said Shar Mei, "Is time for more whippings." I withdrew my hands and my tongue - no point in getting it bitten off - and felt her cuddle against me as two more strokes fell across that lovely behind. I damn near poked her then and there. If she'd been taller, or I shorter, it would have happened, and to Hell with the consequences! Shar Mei rubbed her whip up and down over the girl's derriere, causing her to grind against me all the more, and I'll swear her breasts grew hard as she did. Certainly I grew harder! Caroline spoke for the first time, "Shall I have her given another six, John? Or shall I have the rope slackened and have her kneel down in front of you? Anything goes at these punishment sessions, you know. I'm sure Tissah would be very grateful to you if you had the whipping stopped - or I should say, interrupted." "Let her down." I managed to blurt out, and let my hand roam over that silken bottom. As Shar Mei lowered the rope Tissah kissed my body all the way down, managing somehow to open my trousers with her bound hands. I stood transfixed as she went to work with her mouth. Caroline and Shar Mei watched, grinning, and the grins broadened as Tissah began making little animal noises, and I found myself pumping my hips. "That will do!" Caroline raised her hand and advanced, pulling Tissah away by the hair. "That will do for now. She's only had six so far, and only with the little black switch. John, you give her six with the strap, and then I'll use the cat on her. Let's have her bent over the bar, with her hands behind her back, Shar Mei." Shar Mei folded her arms behind her and bound them, and led her to a rail set waist-high near one end of the room. She stood in front of her and pulled her head down until she was bent almost double. Caroline handed me a strap, a two foot instrument of mahogany colored leather, fitted with a wooden handle and a wrist-loop. Tissah's buttocks were a moving target, rolling against each other in the most wanton way, but my strap was large enough, and my aim good enough, to hit the mark fair and square. Spatt! A lovely red patch. And again, Spattt! Two red marks. Her bottom weaved and bobbed, and she did a little dance. Shar Mei knelt down, and cradled her head against her breasts, but held her firmly, just the same. I paused for a minute, partly to prolong the experience, and partly to get myself under control, then administered two more juicy strokes. Caroline watched us, obviously enjoying herself, and fingering a little cord cat o'nine tails. I approached the victim, and felt her luscious little fanny very thoroughly before stepping back to give her the last two. As I took up my position, I realized that Tissah's soft little cherry-blossom mouth was working assiduously at Shar Mei's nipple, and that Shar Mei's eyes, in turn were watching my crotch with more than passing interest. I didn't dare look at Caroline, but I could feel her eyes on me, too. Whisshhh-Spatt!! Tissah gave a little hop, and for one tiny moment her buttocks parted wide, revealing a neat, compact, and moist little pussy. I realized the implications of what I'd seen, and it acted as an aphrodisiac to me. I swung with a will - SPATT!! and approached her from behind, pressing against her tortured nates, and seizing her waist to hold her steady. She opened to me, parting her buttocks to allow my rod to come between them, and then clamping tight. Only the thin material of my shorts prevented me from being very naughty indeed. Well, that and Caroline's voice, "My turn now, darling. You go round front and hold her head down. No, wait! Shar Mei, shall we do nee-kee-gong? Make Tissah want-no-get?" "Aaaah, yes! I like very much. She almost ready, I think." Caroline pulled Tissah erect by the hair, bending her back a little so that her breasts stood out. "John, why don't you kiss her? She'd love it, I know, and it might save her eight or ten with the cane. Go on, there's nothing to be afraid of!" I did. I took her voluptuous little body in my arms and kissed her, starting with her very willing lips, and working down to her breasts, began to lick the tips with slow, languid, wet strokes of my tongue. The effect was more than I dared hope - Tissah writhed and moaned as though I was making love to her, and when I cupped her little sex in my hand, I thought she'd become unhinged. "Time for the cat," Caroline interrupted, "Shar Mei, tie her wrists to the ring in the floor. I want her well bent over." She drew the lashes through her fingers lovingly, and caressed the bottom spread out before her. Finally, she pulled off her blouse, and the whipping began. She whipped slowly, almost languorously, placing each stroke with care. At the fourth stroke Shar Mei came up behind me, and turned me facing Tissah, and not two feet away. Those eyes never left the bulge in my pants. At the fifth her arms encircled me, and began fumbling with my buttons. My pants fell to the floor just before the lashes fell for the sixth time. "You stay, not move," she whispered, and Caroline stepped back, handing the little cat to Shar Mei. I had a monumental erection, needless to say, and as Shar Mei resumed the punishment, Caroline appeared beside me, quite nude, and reached for my hand. She lay down right in front of Tissah, and pulled me down on top of her, her mouth seeking mine. As stroke followed slow stroke we made love as I'd never made love before. When it was all over, and we were walking back to the house, Caroline said to me, "You still haven't seen all the things. Perhaps tomorrow night you'd like to?" I squeezed her bottom, and answered that I'd love to. "With Shar Mei there?" "If you'd like to. I leave that up to you." "She was jealous of me tonight, you know." She laughed, "So was Tissah! That was a mean trick, doing nee-kee-gong. I loved it. Had she been free, she would have thrown you down and raped you on the spot. Anyway, she won't be there tomorrow, just Shar Mei and myself, and we'll give you the grand tour. It should be fun."
CHAPTER 3 The instruments were laid out for inspection - whips on the bed and hanging on the wall, and other instruments on the table. We started with the whipping implements, and Shar Mei was a most fascinating guide. She described how each whip sounded, and how many strokes were customary, and the mark each left. She showed us how the victim was likely to be positioned for each instrument, and just where the strokes should fall. When she was describing one tiny little cat o'nine tails, she looked pointedly at my crotch, and with her gestures left no doubt as to its use and effect. The effect her description had on me wasn't lost on either of the women, either. When we'd looked at the last whip, I stood with my back to the post for a moment, then turned to face it. "I wonder what it'd be like to be tied to this thing - to really be helpless, and at someone's mercy." Shar Mei spoke first, "I tie you? You like see?" Caroline just looked appraisingly at me, and said, "There's only one way to find out. Shar Mei would love to bind you to the post, and I'd certainly not mind." I hesitated, and stammered something about 'if anyone ever found out', and Caroline laughed. "I'd never tell, nor would Shar Mei! You wouldn't be the first man to be there by choice! But take off your shirt, at least. No one is ever put on the post fully dressed. Go on, do it! You want to, and we don't mind - quite the contrary. We won't hurt you." Her voice dropped an octave, "Unless, of course, you want us to." I removed my shirt, and allowed Shar Mei to lead me to the post and bind my wrists together with a strap attached to a cord that hung from above. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, and they both giggled as the cord was hauled upwards, raising my arms high above my head. My back was against the post, which was not more than three or four inches thick, and Caroline stood in front of me, lightly rubbing my chest. "MMMmmm, John, you're quite a sight." I leaned forward, trying to kiss her, and she giggled and pinched my nipple, which I found strangely exciting. She must have realized it when I didn't try to pull away, for, instead of letting go, she pinched harder, and twisted, looking into my eyes the whole while. "Yess," I breathed, and her other hand found my crotch, touching it lightly and tentatively, at first, then finding it hard, gripped it tightly, and squeezed it. "Kiss me, Caroline! Please, please!" A little to my surprise, she responded, coming to me. I kissed her deeply, trying to press my body against hers, and she returned the pressure with interest, and started to fumble with my belt. I put up no resistance, even when I realized that other hands were helping to pull my shorts down. Suddenly I was naked, and Shar Mei was busy fastening my ankles to the two rings set in the floor, while Caroline squeezed my prick with one hand, and fingered my nipples with the other. Shar Mei, having secured my legs, was running her hands up and down the insides of them, and pausing to caress my balls at the top of each stroke. "Well, how does it feel to be on the post, darling? I must say, you look delicious! Doesn't he look delicious, Shar Mei?" Shar Mei rose to her feet, and, standing behind me, cupped my buttocks in her soft little hands before answering Caroline in Burmese. "She says you deserve to be punished, darling. She wants to show you the song-huitt. She says you have a lovely bottom for it - just made to whip." "Would you like to whip me?" "Would you like me to?" she countered. "Yes!" It came out a whisper. "Shar Mei, get the song-huitt." Caroline removed her halter and skirt, and rubbed herself against me, until I was wild with desire. "Darling, Shar Mei wants to kiss you, too. You don't mind, do you? And then we'll take turns with the whip. Whips, I should say - there are several I want to try." "Do I have any choice?" She smiled, "No, none at all. And you don't want any, do you?" "No. And how did you know?" "Intuition - I can always tell about a man. About a woman, too. At least, I haven't been wrong so far - I suppose there's always a first time. Mmmmmm, Shar Mei is right, you do have lovely derrieres. They're very pale, though. A touch of colour would do them a world of good, and with a little pattern - say herringbone, they'd be quite perfect! Now it's Shar Mei's turn to play with you for a minute. Don't run away!" She gave my balls a little squeeze, and disappeared behind me, and the next thing I knew, Shar Mei's mouth was at my one of nipples, and her hands were busy in my crotch. I was aflame within half a minute, straining at my bonds to get closer to her, but as she was in control, not me, she just laughed and went on teasing me. Finally she seized me by the hair and pulled my face down to hers, and kissed me, I thought she would suck my tongue out of my mouth! "Ahh, you want, yes? You want be lover to me?" "Christ, yes! Very much!" She giggled up at me, "Oooooh, so impatient! Later! First I whip you, make you dance for me, eh? I untie feet, now. You turn, face post." The two women went to work, and before I knew it, I was up against the post, secured with ropes, one ankle tied a little high, raising one leg so that my left buttock curved as if bent over, and exposing my balls and thighs. Then they began rubbing and squeezing my bottom, getting to know the terrain, so to speak. A hood was thrown over my head so I couldn't see, and one of the women seized my shaft, holding me still. Wheeep! A thin line of pure pain erupted across my buttocks, and I jerked in surprise, but the hand that held me tightened, pushing my hips back ready for another stroke. It came as soon as I was bent so far that I couldn't clench up. Wheeeep! Lord, it hurt! I jerked and bucked. and then I felt my prick enter something warm and moist, which re-vitalized it most effectively. Again I was pushed back, and again that vicious little whip made play with my cheeks, once on each side, with the tips curling just into the cleft. "AIEEEEE! Oh, wait! Please, wait a minute! That hurts, that really hurts!" I heard the whip whistle again, but it didn't strike this time, and the girls giggled and fondled me front and back. Too soon, the caresses stopped, and the whipping resumed. Eight more excruciating strokes followed, two at a time, delivered slowly and carefully for the fullest effect, and at the end I was almost sobbing. "Now, John, was that fun? No? Well, if you behave yourself, and do exactly as you're told, we may put the whip away. That whip, anyway. Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll just have to give you another dozen. Won't we, Shar?" "Please, Ma'am, you let me whip more? I only just begin. I put cord on him, keep him hard while he suffer, very nice. Please?" "It might be fun. What do you say, John? A little more with the song-huitt?" "No, please, Caroline. No more song-huitt. I don't think I could take any more of that! God, it hurts, that thing!" She removed the hood. "Yes, darling, it does. It's meant to. But you haven't told me that you'll be good. By which I mean very, very obedient. Will you, or shall we try to persuade you a little more. Say, with another dozen?" "I'll be obedient." "Splendid! Then kiss Shar Mei's hand, and thank her for her trouble, and then ask her to torture your nipples with the little red needle. Ask her very nicely, and very humbly." "You can't be serious!" Whhhiiick!!! "EEEeeee! NO!" Whhheeeeickk! "PLEASE! NO! NO MORE!" "Well, darling? You will in the end, you know. But if you don't now I'll just have to ask Shar Mei to go on until you've had another dozen before I ask again. And again and again if necessary. So?" "Oh, Ma'am, I want whip some more! He dance very beautiful, move pretty ass very nice. Please, you let me make nice pattern on bottom, very attractive." She swished the whip through the air, making me wince. "Mmmmm, well, he's not asking for the needle yet, so I suppose we'll have to go ahead. Whip him, Shar Mei. Another dozen, and try to get the tips inside his crack. I'll push him back and keep him open." She grasped my handle again and forced me back until my buttocks were spread wide while the servant took up her stance and raised the whip. "NO! No, please, I'll ask! Shar Mei, please, torture me with the ...red needle." "Go on. Where?" "On my ...on my nipples." Caroline took my face in her hands and kissed me, "Of course, darling, if that's what you really want. Shar Mei, help me take him down." I was released from the post, though my wrists remained bound, and lead by the testicles to a low padded bench, onto which I was made to lie on my back while my arms and legs were fastened down the sides with straps. As Caroline finished binding me, Shar Mei lit a tiny brazier, carefully nurturing the flame until the coals glowed cherry-red. When she judged them hot enough, she thrust a set of thin needles, with long wooden handles into them and waited. She looked very happy. Caroline meanwhile, was toying with me, keeping me hard, and kissing me. I tried to turn away the first time, but she gave my balls a hard squeeze, and hissed into my ear, "Co-operate with me, darling, or I'll have her put a needle right through your jewels. When I kiss you, I expect to be kissed back, and when I put something in front of your face, I expect it to be kissed, and kissed passionately! Do you understand?" She twisted my nipple until I cried out, and then brought her face down to mine. I cooperated, which really wasn't hard to do. I kissed her lips, her neck, her breasts, and her armpits. I kissed her hands and her ears, and her navel. Finally, she placed a pillow behind my head, and kneeling astride my chest, presented her luscious little bucket for treatment. The treatment was lovingly applied, and when she spread her cheeks wide and thrust back, my tongue found the little door, and did what was expected of it. I could see nothing but that magnificent ass, but at that moment, it was all I wanted to see, and my tongue worked with a sort of languorous vigour, provoking small, sweet animal sounds from my tormentress. She had just changed position a little, presenting me with her little honeypot, when Shar Mei spoke, "Needle almost ready, now. OK I fix so he longtime hard?" "Yes, you fix him. He certainly seems hard now! I'm rather sorry now that I promised him to you. I'd like to use him myself." I felt Shar Mei's fingers again on my rod, magic as always, and then something (I learned later that it was a ribbon), was wound tightly around the base of my equipment, and tied. The honeypot was brought up to my face again, and as I did my duty, I felt a warm mouth envelop my penis, making me diamond-hard. I couldn't tell whose it was, but it was certainly skillful, and I just when I thought I'd burst with unsatisfied passion, the mouth was gone, and Caroline rose to her feet. "He's all yours, darling. But leave something for me." Shar Mei swung herself astride me, nude now, and grasping me, guided my shaft to her magic portal, lowering herself onto me slowly, never taking her eyes off mine. I moaned with pleasure, and she smiled - a cruel, cat-who's-caught-a-bird smile, and leaned forward, fastening her lips on a nipple, and working her mouth until it was nut-hard. Then she sat back, weaving her hips slowly. "Now," she said, and Caroline pulled a glowing needle from the brazier, holding the handle carefully, and gave it to her. Shar Mei took the nipple between her thumb and middle finger, and pulled it up. Slowly, slowly, she brought the glowing needle close to the nipple, until it was about half an inch away. "Ahhh, now you ready?" "NO!" "Yes, you nipple hard - you ready," and she touched the point to it. I screamed and bucked, but she held the little hard nip securely, and touched it again. She rode my jerking hips, rocking up and down and side to side, seeming to time her motions to my frenzied movement with a skill that betokened a rich experience in these matters. A look of ecstacy was on her face, her hair flew around her shoulders, and her breasts bobbled wantonly as she raped me. The ribbon kept me hard and able, despite the pain. She threw the needle aside, and Caroline approached me with another one, and knelt beside me to suckle my other nipple to full erection. When it was ready, she applied the point. "AAAAIIIEEEEEE!!!," I shrieked, and my cry of pain mingled with Shar Mei's "AAAAHhhhhh!!" of pleasure as she climaxed. Caroline flung away the needle and raped my mouth with hers, as Shar Mei pressed her lips to my tortured breast, and tried to suck the nipple right off. It was too much! I came in a mighty spurt, my body wracked with love's convulsions, and Shar Mei met my movements with renewed ardour. Soon we were making love again, my hips thrusting to meet her rocking body in a frenzy, while Caroline avidly watched. I spent twice more, the last time almost unable to exert myself, Shar Mei lay on top of me, undulating her hips, doing the work, her mouth glued to mine. When, at last, it was over, the two women untied the ribbon and sponged me off before releasing me from my bonds. Caroline brought me a glass of something. "Drink that down, John. It'll make You feel as good as new in half an hour - the perfect after-rape nostrum. I must say, you did very well! Didn't he, Shar Mei?" "Best I have long time, Ma'am." * * * * * * The next morning we had breakfast on the veranda, and as Caroline poured the coffee she asked, "Quite recovered from last night,John?" "Yes well, in some ways, anyway. I think I learned a lot about myself." "Did you enjoy it? That's the main thing." "You know I did. very much!" "You could have stopped it, you know - any time. "I know". "If you'd said 'Enough! Untie me - I don't want to go on' we'd have stopped. Then and there." "I knew that. Which is why I didn't cry off. I didn't want you to stop. It wasn't really rape at all. I wanted it. God, how I wanted it! All of it. "The nipples, too?" "The nipples, too." "By the way, you've made quite an impression on Tissah - she's been telling the laundry girls about you. I rather think you'll have to make up for the nee-kee-gong, though. If Tissah doesn't have you soon she may cause trouble. I'll find an excuse to get you two together this afternoon." I agreed, and the conversation turned to the new job I was going to in Rangoon. We discussed it, and finally she said, "Somehow I can't see you working in a bank. Is it really what you want?" "Well, it's a living." "Be serious." "Then, no. But it's a chance to come here to another part of the world, and a very exotic one to me, and that I do like. As for the actual work in the bank - well, I try not to think too much about it." "We need a manager - someone to look after the books, and oversee operations, too. Especially when Rob's away, which happens quite often. Why don't you stay and work for me? We'd love to have you, and the laundry girls would be delighted, to say nothing of Shar Mei." "What about Rob?" "He'd be happy, too. He's one of us, you know. No secrets. He had the punishment hut built. Besides, I actually own the estate, and Rob told me before he left for Rangoon that if I liked you, to ask you". And that is how I became a planter instead of a banker, and a bit of a lecher, too. A lot happened in the years following, some bad of course, but for the most part, good, and always interesting. Ours was a surprisingly happy plantation, and we always had to turn away more help than we could hire. We looked after our own, and they looked after us. Feudal? Perhaps, but it worked.
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