by Thomas Henry
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Lita left a little after two. I wasn’t sure my heart could handle seeing Karen coming out of Tyrone’s room, so I waited until nearly 2:30 before I ventured out for a quick trip to the buffet table. I grabbed a snack and went back to my room to eat and kill time until Sally revealed whatever she had planned for me.
When I hadn’t heard from her by 5:30, I decided to go out for cocktail hour. If I saw Karen with someone else, then I’d know Sally wasn’t planning to get us together.
Four of the guys were there, each with a woman. As usual, the Japanese guy was missing. I hadn’t seen him since the line-up on the first night. I wondered if perhaps he had left.
Karen also was missing. A little thrill ran through me. I couldn’t imagine that none of the other men had wanted her, so if she wasn’t with any of them, maybe Sally really was planning for her to be with me.
Lita and the manatee were having a conversation with Tyrone and his new lady, a pretty Vietnamese with long black hair and store-bought titties. The manatee seemed in unusually good spirits. I assumed that was due to Lita’s presence at his side.
As the bartender was mixing my Tanqueray-and-tonic, I scanned the courtyard. No Karen and no Sally. I hoped one of them showed up pretty soon. I was feeling like a fifth wheel.
I gazed back at Lita as I took the first sip of my drink. She stole a glance at me and rolled her eyes. I wondered if the manatee was oblivious of how these young women reacted to him, or if he simply didn’t care how they felt.
I wasn’t inclined to engage anyone in conversation because I had no idea how to explain my presence without a “girlfriend” at my side. I decided to return to my room, but just as I started back, Sally came out of the bedroom next to the soundproof bedroom. That piqued my curiosity. Having been in that bedroom with her when Body was having his way with Karen in the soundproof bedroom a few weeks ago, I wondered if whatever she had planned for me involved either of those two rooms.
Sally took a quick look around the courtyard. Her eyes fixed on me and she sashayed over. She was wearing a short muumuu that showed considerable cleavage. Her protruding nipples made it clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I wondered if she had the boys tucked away in panties or if she was letting them swing free, too.
As she usually did, Sally pressed a breast firmly against my arm as she sidled up to me. “So how you doing, Lover-Boy? Get some rest this afternoon?”
I nodded and took a sip of my drink, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was sure that her question was more than just idle conversation. When she didn’t continue, I nodded toward Lita and the manatee and said, “I needed it. Lita had me worn out.”
“Mmm…I’m glad she worked out for you.”
“Yeah, she was great. Couldn’t have asked for better.” Except Karen.
“She really liked you, you know. Said you were the best.”
“That’s nice.” I didn’t let Sally’s comment go to my head. I mean, what else was she going to say to me?
“Tonight will be the real challenge for her. It’s one thing to be with a handsome stud like you, but…” She tilted her head toward the manatee. “He will be a real test of her ‘girlfriend’ skills.”
“I’m surprised not to see Karen out here tonight,” I said. “Can’t believe that no one bid on her.”
“Oh, most of the guys did.”
“So?”
“She has a special assignment tonight, so she’s not out here.”
My pulse quickened. Surely I was that special assignment. I tried to draw it out of Sally. “So she went out on a date with someone?” I suggested.
“No, no. She’s here.” Sally paused as if she were trying to make a decision. “She’s with Yoshi.”
I felt like I had been punched in the gut. “Yoshi?”
“Uh-huh. I think you saw him the first night during the line-up. You know, the man from Japan.”
“Didn’t realize that he was still here. Just saw him that one time, so I thought maybe he left.”
“No. He’s just very private, and he speaks little English, so he usually doesn’t mix with the other guests.”
“I see. So how does that work out with Karen? I don’t think she knows a word of Japanese.”
“Well, I doubt they’re doing any talking.”
I felt like I had been punched again. “Yeah…the language of love is universal, and all that. But they can’t fuck all the time.”
“Oh, no…” Sally said. “Actually, Yoshi has certain other…um…proclivities…that don’t require conversation.”
“Okay,” I said. “You’ve got me confused.”
Sally looked me in the eyes. “I can trust you, can’t I? I mean, you know how I am about keeping client information confidential.”
I didn’t know what she was leading up to, and the suspense was killing me. What had she gotten Karen into? “Of course you can trust me.”
“And I can count on you not to interfere with what Yoshi is doing with Karen?”
My stomach did a flip-flop. “You’re starting to worry me.”
“Look, Karen knew what Yoshi wanted to do with her. I went over it with her in detail when I asked her to do it. It made her a little anxious, but I think the idea excited her, too. I sealed the deal by letting her choose which guys got her on the first two nights.”
“You’re not making me feel any better,” I said.
Sally continued gazing into my eyes as she took my hands. “Karen’s a big girl. Promise you won’t interfere?”
I nodded. I really had no other option.
“Really? You promise?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “What more can I say?”
Sally tilted her head toward the soundproof bedroom. “They’re in there. Yoshi’s um…girlfriends…tend to get pretty noisy, and I don’t think it’s wise to let the other girls hear them.”
My stomach was churning. What in the world was Sally talking about? Once again, I wondered if “Yoshi” had been hiding Yakuza tattoos with his long-sleeved shirt when I saw him that first night.
“Jesus,” I said. “He’s not going to hurt her, is he?”
“Hurt…yes. Injure…no. He knows what he’s doing. He’s very…professional.” Sally studied my eyes. “Remember, now…Karen knew what to expect when she agreed to be with him.”
“So this is some kind of BDSM thing?”
Sally shrugged. “Maybe it’s best if you just see for yourself.” She glanced at her watch. “Probably needs a little more time to finish preparing her. Let’s have another drink and then we can go take a peek at them from the room next door like we did last time when she was with Body.”
My mind was racing. What in the world was she talking about? What did “Yoshi” need to do to prepare Karen? I decided that another drink was a good idea.
Sally took my arm as we strolled to the bar. I asked for another Tanqueray-and-tonic. The bartender didn’t ask Sally what she wanted. He just poured a shot of scotch over a couple of ice cubes and handed it to her. My kind of “woman.”
Sally continued to hold onto my arm as we wandered around the starlit courtyard. She nodded toward the massage table. “Lita said she introduced you to nuru massage last night.”
“Yeah, that was something else. Said you taught her how to do it.”
“Uh-huh. I teach all my girls.” She paused and then continued. “When I told Lita you would be staying here again tonight, she suggested that I give you a demonstration of how I do nuru massage.”
My balls contracted a bit. “You have a special technique?”
“Well… I have some special equipment…” She bumped her shoulder against mine. “I think you may have noticed.”
I made a point of looking at her cleavage. “Big tits?”
Sally chuckled and we walked in silence for a few minutes.
“Can’t use that massage table, though,” she said, breaking the silence. “Little Lita can get away with it, but I’d probably slide off and break my neck.
”
She looked at her watch again. “It must be about time. Let’s go freshen our drinks and then take a peek at Karen and Yoshi.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I asked, only half kidding.
“I think it would be in everyone’s best interest,” Sally said with a straight face.
I had no idea if she was kidding.
When we entered the bedroom, the sliding wall panel that covered the one-way window into the soundproof bedroom was closed. Sally closed and locked our bedroom door, plunging us into total darkness. “Don’t want anybody opening that door while we’re watching,” she said as she invisibly brushed past me.
A few seconds later, the wall panel started to slide, uncovering the one-way window. It took a moment for my brain to process what my eyes were seeing. Karen was alone in the room, suspended from the ceiling by a system of ropes. She was face-up, about three feet above the floor, with the bulk of her weight supported by a sort of swing seat under her butt. She was naked except for the elaborate web of thin ropes with which she had been bound…and the white cloth gag that was knotted behind her head. Her forearms had been bound together behind her back. Her legs were bent as if she were squatting, with her lower legs bound to her thighs, leaving her spread open and defenseless. But all of that seemed mild compared to what had been done to her breasts. Ropes had been wound tightly around and around the bases of her breasts, causing them to swell like overinflated balloons. It had to be painful. I hoped Sally was right about it not being injurious.
Karen was gazing toward us. I knew that the window looked like a mirror to her. “Karen seems to be looking at us. Does she know about this one-way glass?” I asked.
“Oh, of course. I told her I would be checking on her from time-to-time. And I told her I might let you have a peek, too, if you promised to behave. I thought she should know in case she might object to you seeing her like this.”
“So, she said it was ok?” I asked.
“No, not exactly. But she didn’t object…much.”
Just as I was about to get my mind around seeing Karen bound like that, “Yoshi” emerged from the bathroom. Karen’s eyes immediately shifted to him.
It took me a moment to recognize that he, too, was totally naked. Elaborate and colorful tattoos covered every inch of his body except for his hands from the wrist down and his head and neck. Even his cock and balls had been tattooed. I couldn’t imagine how painful that had to have been.
“Now you know why you had to see it for yourself,” Sally whispered as Yoshi smeared some kind of clear gel on Karen’s breasts.
I had no response. Words wouldn’t form in my mind. Finally, I managed to ask, “What the hell is he doing to her?”
“Yoshi’s into forced orgasms.”
I was confused. “You mean he’s acting out some rape fantasy?”
“No, no…it’s not that. He just uses various means of making a woman cum again and again and again, even if she tries to resist. It’s a sort of arousing, intoxicating torture for her. She loves it at first, but after a while it becomes too much and she pleads with him to stop. Of course, the gag keeps her from actually saying anything, but you can see it in her eyes. And that’s what he’s after. He’s a sadist who just relentlessly stimulates women while they scream and moan. Sometimes they pass out. When they do, he stops and waits for them to come around, and then he starts all over again. Sometimes he keeps it up all night before he finally shoots his load.”
“Jesus. And Karen knew this was what he was going to do to her?”
“Of course. There’s no way I could let him do this to her without her advance consent.”
“What if she changes her mind once he gets going?”
“Oh, I expect she will. But I warned her that there’s no bailing out. That’s why she gets paid so much. Of course, I will check on her from time-to-time just for my own peace of mind.”
“So she’s getting a lot of money to do this?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I don’t understand what’s going on with her. Has she told you why she needs money so badly?”
“Oh, I don’t think she’s doing it because she needs the money. I think she just gets a kick out of knowing men are paying so much just to have sex with her.”
“This is way beyond just sex.”
“True.”
“So, Karen is the third woman he’s done this to?”
“Yes. Well, third this trip.”
“Have I seen the other two? Was either of them out there with the other guys tonight?”
“Oh, no…no. They’re both back at the sorority house…um…resting up. This takes a lot out of them. That’s why I wouldn’t let him have Karen until tonight. I didn’t want her out of commission until the last night.”
“Out of commission? What’s that mean?”
“She’s going to be exhausted…not to mention super-sensitive and sore. She certainly won’t want any sex for a while. She’ll probably just sleep for the next couple of days.”
“I guess it’s a good thing she’s multi-orgasmic.”
“Lover-Boy, in Yoshi’s hands, they’re all multi-orgasmic. And trust me, they aren’t faking it.”
“So…those tattoos. Is he Yakuza?”
Sally shrugged. “I never asked. Would you?”
“I’ve never seen a guy with a tattooed cock and balls.”
“Oh! Just wait until he gets hard. You won’t believe it.”
I noticed that Yoshi was putting some kind of transparent suction cups over Karen’s nipples. They were made of what appeared to be flexible plastic and were about the same diameter as her areolas. Each had a tube that ran down to a machine on the floor. The gel he had smeared on her breasts seemed to hold them in place.
“What’s he doing,” I asked.
“Just watch. She’s gonna love this…at first, anyway.”
Yoshi bent down and pushed a button on the machine. Both cups contracted a bit. Yoshi pushed another button, and the cups began alternately contracting and relaxing at a modest rate.
“What the hell is that?” I asked. “Some kind of milking machine?”
Sally shrugged. “Yoshi’s style of foreplay.”
Karen’s eyes were half-closed. I got the impression that she was enjoying Yoshi’s nipple-sucking machine.
Yoshi dipped his fingertips into more gel and went to work on Karen’s pussy. She lifted her head and watched as he spread the get over and between her folds. When he squeezed her clit between his slippery thumb and forefinger, Karen tensed and briefly closed her eyes. I was sure she moaned, too, but it was only in my imagination. I couldn’t hear a thing.
Until that moment, I hadn’t been conscious of the fact that the microphones in Karen’s room were off. I was tempted to ask Sally to turn the sound system on so I could hear her. But I was torn. I wanted to hear the sounds of Karen being pleasured, but I wasn’t sure I could handle the sounds of her in pain.
Yoshi dipped two fingers into the gel again and slid them deep into Karen’s pussy. From the rather brusque way he worked them around inside her, I got the impression he was just lubricating her, and not trying to give her any stimulation.
He withdrew his fingers and dipped them into the gel once more. This time he used them to slather the gel all over her anus before pushing them into her and working them around.
Sally squirmed against me. She raised one knee and rubbed her thighs together. “Oooh! I get chicken skin when he does that!”
I wondered if that was confirmation that Sally was a “bottom.” Given some of her prior comments to me, I hadn’t been sure if she was into giving or receiving…or both. All I knew for sure was that she was into sucking my cock…which raised another question…
Yoshi picked up a shiny metal cylinder. It was about six inches long and maybe three-quarters of an inch in diameter. It had rounded ends, with a thin electric cable connected to one. I assumed it was some kind of vibrator.
He placed his free hand on Kare
n’s little patch of pubic hair and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Then he slid the metal tube up her butt and touched a switch with his toe. Karen rolled her head toward us. Her eyes were half-closed.
Sally gripped my shoulder. “If you want to watch him take her to her limits, we’re gonna be here for a while. Let’s get comfortable.”
I glanced at her, wondering what “comfortable” meant. She tilted her head toward the bed.
“Why don’t I show you how I do a nuru massage while we watch Yoshi do his thing with Karen?”
My balls contracted just a bit. My brain said I shouldn’t be turned on by a person equipped with a cock, but my balls weren’t listening.
“Um…okay,” I said. I drained my drink and told myself maybe it was the alcohol talking.
Sally looked down at my feet. “Lita told me about that contraption you use to pull off your boots. Do you need to go get it?”
I was wearing a pair of smooth ostrich boots tonight. They were a bit bigger through the ankles than the turtles. “No, I don’t think so. I think I can just pull these off.”
“Sit down. Let me help.” Sally tugged me toward the bed.
I gave fleeting thought to repeating the little game I had played with Lita where I had pushed on her butt with my foot, but I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about having Sally’s cock and balls all over my boots, so I dismissed the idea. I thought it ironic that Lita’s pussy juices on my boots hadn’t bothered me at all. Probably a good leather conditioner…
When I sat down, the bed made a crinkling sound. There was a layer of plastic under the sheet. Sally must have planned ahead.
I lifted a foot. Sally grabbed the heel of my boot with one hand and pulled it right off.
“You’ve done this before,” I said as I lifted the other foot.
“Oh, yeah!” She pulled off the other boot and then stepped between my thighs. “And I’ve done this before, too.” She deftly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled the tails out of my pants. She pulled it off and tossed it on a chair.
“Lie back,” she said, giving my shoulders a bit of a push. I did, and she unfastened my belt and unzipped my jeans. I lifted my butt while she pulled them off by the cuffs. She grabbed my boxer-briefs by the waistband and drew them down far enough to lean over and kiss the head of my cock. She gave it a quick suck and then finished stripping off my underwear. I felt oddly exposed, lying there naked except for my socks, but Sally quickly fixed that.