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Chapter 6: Hating the bad; loving the good

"Go see Mistress Meiko and then get back here when she's through with you."

Bowing, I silently acknowledged her order and drew the sheet over her body and left her lying on the massage table. I found Mistress Meiko sitting at her desk. Quietly, I entered and prostrated myself at the door entrance with arms extended and palms facing up. Mistress paid me no attention for some while.

During my wait, I considered all that happened today and wondered what would happen tonight. I was thankful for being put to good use by so many but deep inside, my worry over the girl's sudden change in disposition at breakfast and later at lunch remained a worry. I didn't know why the mention of Kaito had unnerved them.

"You're here," Meiko responded. "I didn't even hear you come. Thank you, Nameru for being prompt. Prepare my bath."

Groveling past her I went into the bathroom and prepared the water. Meiko sauntered in after I called her. She was naked and looking as hot as ever. While I worked washing her body with a soapy sponge Meiko listened to music through her headphones. There was no erotic play. This was nothing more than me serving while she enjoyed the attention. Meiko moved and offered me legs and arms while relaxing in the warm tub.

After drying her body and hair, I helped her into an outfit of her choosing and assisted her as needed. Tonight she chose a traditional Japanese kimono. The gown was beautiful and filled with color. Meiko informed me the Japanese tradition was to wear a kimono without panties although many women now opted to wear underwear. Meiko smiled and informed me she preferred to follow the old ways of her ancestors.

"I am ready. How do I look?" She asked after I slid sandals on her feet.

Making an "OK" sign with my finger, I grinned through my plug.

"I thought as much," she said confidently. "Now, go find Mother."

Mistress Su had already dressed when I found her. "Time is short. Come."

Trailing behind she took to the basement. At the bottom landing, Mistress used a key to open the locked door on the right. I had wondered what was behind this wall but never guessed it to be a large and ornately furnished room. Beds, benches, sofas, stools, ropes and a myriad of leather objects covered the tables and furniture.

"I'm going to put you in here for the evening but I want you in your formal outfit. Get your bodysuit on and be quick about it."

Forcing my way into the thin latex outfit I stretched it around me and returned within minutes. Mistress zipped the back and had me move closer to one wall.

"Right here, Nameru. You will be the envy of all those little perverted-bastards."

She flipped a switch on the wall panel and from the floor rose a steel rod. Mistress halted its rise after about a foot and walked to a nearby chest of drawers. Pulling from it an impressive black cock, she handed it to me.

"Screw this on."

After I did, she positioned me above the monster and raised the rod until The tip of the cock reached my ass. "On your toes."

Coming around behind, she cut a small hole in the ass portion of the suit, lubricated both the phallus and my ass and flipped the switch once again. The cock rose until it pressed into my pucker with enough force that I winced.

"And here you will remain," she said with a laugh. "You have five minutes to settle your heels back to the floor. Nameru," she said grabbing my ass-cheeks in both hands. "I want this cock inside you. You will obey or I'll force it inside. Now, open your mouth." When I did, she spat into it. "Good slave. Now do what I ask and get your feet back down where they belong."

The cock remained unyielding. This thing was thicker and longer than the one she used on me. I didn't think I was going to manage it but after a few minutes, my arse relaxed. The head slipped past my outer layer of muscles. It was the inner circle that refused to budge.

"Relax, Nameru. Let the cock win this one."

After five minutes of impatiently waiting, Mistress flipped the switch. Under the weight of my body, the phallus forced its way past my resistance.

"Agggghhhh!!" I cried.

Mistress grinned.

I felt it's bulk fill me. With tears streaming down my eyes, Mistress stood on her tippy-toes and lapped at my tears.

"Good slave. It is halfway in. The rest will come easier."

It didn't. It felt as if my bowels were about to explode. Nine-inches of two-inch-thick silicone-filled me to capacity.

I panted and tried to relax, Mistress Su grabbed hold of both shoulders. "Listen to me, Nameru, get your mind off of your ass. My husband and his friends will soon be down here. I put you here because I want them to see you. I am putting you on display for a reason. You are taller and more handsome than any of them and you have a cock that puts their little peckers to shame."

"That is my intention. They are assholes even though they are rich assholes. They need to know their place just as you need to remember yours. foça escort I insist you be strong. I am counting on you. Do not disappoint me."

"You are not to move. You are to stand absolutely still. After I put your collar on, you will not be able to move your head, but as you can see, no matter where those elitists are, they will be able to see you. If they spit or poke or prod, you will not move. Did you understand everything?"

I nodded and sucked on my cock.

"Good." She returned with a small glass of water. "Open and take this. You know what it's for." Mistress freed my cock from between the hidden openings of my suit. It was already hard and I knew that after the pills took effect it would be as stiff and hard as a redwood.

Su scurried away after coating my shaft in a sheen of her saliva. When she returned she brought back my collar and a pair of wooden wedges. "Up on your toes."

When I did, she placed the wedges beneath my heels. They were comfortable and enabled me to stand another two or three inches taller. Before leaving, Mistress raised the cock to fully impale it. My bowels felt impossibly stuffed.

"I don't want any trouble from you, Nameru. This is for your own good."

I felt her buckle leather cuffs around my wrist. I wasn't going anywhere as long as this thing remained inside. She didn't need to cuff me but then again, who I was I to decide what I did and didn't need.

No one came for more than an hour. I stood with my cock now exceedingly hard in the stillness of the room. It reminded me of a playroom catering to the sexual kinks of those enjoying the accessories displayed throughout the room. A pool table occupied one section but otherwise leather, plush sofas, and dark furniture dominated the decor.

My mind returned to my first evening in Japan. The memory of the six silhouetted figures standing on stage at the club haunted me yet again. Who were they? What were they doing there? Not only did I see figures at the club but also at the fetish club. They must have been impaled as I was now. I had become Mistress Su's captive. What my purpose was, I wasn't sure. If it was only to make these guys feel inept, it seemed to be an odd way to get her point across, but then again, who was I to decide?

The door swung open and in came a cluster of men yelling and laughing. Several pulled along a slave-girl but there were more guys than there were naked girls to be had. The beat of music pumped from hidden speakers. Red and blue lights took the place of the white lights and gave the space a club-like feel. Mistress Su entered with a chubby man in his 50's.

"Is this the new one?" He shouted and approached.

"This is him. Meiko's pride and joy."

"Nice. Not too old. Hopefully, he will last for some time."

"That is her hope," Su agreed. "He's got a nice one. It will serve her well."

Kaito chuckled. "His surely puts me to shame. That's for sure," he jokingly answered.

"But you have the girls to play with and they are yours for as long as you are here. Go and play. I'm going to fix myself a drink."

Mistress winked at me and headed to the bar. After she did, my eyes scanned the crowd. Elderly men hung out in small groups and groped the girls. The poor things didn't have a chance. Hands pawed at their bodies and pulled them onto laps where they were forced to make out, suck dick, or have their pussy violated. The youngest of these diplomats had to be at least 50 while the oldest appeared well into their 60's. Some were bald most all were graying.

The girls served were being used as waitresses but mostly as play-things. I now understood the reason for the somber attitude at breakfast. They were here for one reason only - to be sexually used. Their attitudes and predicament caused me to think of my situation. Wasn't I here for the same reason? My feelings and opinions didn't matter to Mistress Su or Meiko. What I preferred had no bearing on what they made me do. They used me for their self-enjoyment and put me to work so they wouldn't have to. I worked; they played. How different us guys felt when it came to sex. I couldn't wait to be put to work sexually while the women detested it.

I spotted Yokubo kneeling between the knees of one man. He was drinking a beer while she bobbed her head up and down over his penis. It may have been my bias but she was by far the hottest of the girls. In many ways, she was a miniature Meiko but only more beautiful. Meiko had her mother's height while Yokubo was quite petite. Both were amply breasted but Yokubo's tits had an extraordinary appeal. They were full and jutted from her chest. Her nipples sat high and pointed somewhat up rather than simply out or down. And her face, well she was gorgeous. Yokubo embodied the epitome of a seductress. Large eyes, full lips, and the cutest button-nose lay framed within dark hair. No wonder this guy had put her plump lips to work. The man had a taste for a fine looking woman - even if she was young enough to almost be his granddaughter and his dick wasn't in foça escort bayan the least bit impressive.

A few minutes later, another guy dropped his pants and came at her from behind. Yokubo winced and then stiffened when his cock slammed deep into her tiny ass. I could almost feel her pain. He used no lubricant and brutally pounded her ass while laughing the entire time. The guy with his dick in her mouth was not to be outdone. He stood and pulled poor Yokubo to her feet without his friends' dick coming out of her ass. Soon two dicks attacked her small frame. One occupied her rear parts while the other plundered her vagina. I cringed at the sight at what they were doing to my dear friend. She was sandwiched between two old guys and being fucked hard. From Yokubo's reaction, I saw she wanted no part of their play. How sad it was to see her having to play along when it was apparent she wanted to be somewhere - anywhere else.

On another sofa, two guys banged away on one of the other helpless slaves. To my right, three guys took turns downing shots and shoving their little soldiers down the slave's throat. They seemed to be enjoying making the girl gag up phlegm which now covered her chin and ran down her chest. The more she gagged, the more they hooted and howled.

Kaito, being the host that he was, took two girls to abuse. He and his pals had them strung up with arms stretched high overhead. Using paddles and horsetail whips, they lashed their bodies until their skin turned a strawberry red. Both screamed. Both begged them to stop. Instead, the 'whap, whap, whap' sounds of wide leather paddles continued to blister their asses, thighs, and backs.

I couldn't get over the theme of everything going on. These old and out of shape men were into pain and humiliation. They got-off making their women cry and begging for mercy.

The two punks who had defiled Yokubo appeared to grow tired of her. I watched them pull their dicks free and join another group in search of virgin prey. Yokubo lay on the ground in a whimpering heap.

"They know how to put on a show, don't they?"

It was mistress Meiko. I didn't see her enter and wondered how long she had been standing behind me. I wasn't seeing what she was.

"Daddy and his friends always look forward to spending time down here. They much prefer doing this," she pointed, "than working for the Emperor." She spoke matter-of-factly. Mistress stood grinning while her father lashed two girls simultaneously and made them both scream in pain.

"How nice to see Mother has you propped up beautifully. Enjoy the sights and sounds, lick-slave. They are only getting started."

Mistress walked purposely toward Yokubo. Using her toe, she kicked her twice. I couldn't hear what she said but saw her point in the direction of two of her father's friends sitting alone. The slave-girl scrambled to her feet and hurried to where they sat. She knelt holding two cocks, one in each hand. Her lips fell on one while the other hand kept the cock nice and hard. Back and forth she went, sucking on one, jerking on the other. Yokubo got them off, while the old men mocked her work. It was a pathetic sight to behold.

The memory of Yokubo's confession now made sense. It took me seeing this to realize why she feared going back home and why she told me I had saved her. Had her assignment with me for those two weeks saved her from experiencing this? She must have known that returning to Mistress Su meant more of this. Did she only fear Kaito and the guys or did others come here and abuse the girls? Maybe she was sent to Kaito. Regardless of the specifics I now realized that her life was all but ideal. She dreaded her slavery, or at least parts of it. Knowing she did sickened me.

Meiko walked to where her mother sat. They were off to my left and at the limit of my peripheral vision. I saw them taking in the events being played out by everyone else. Sometimes they laughed and at other times watched with expressionless faces while the fiasco grew ever rowdier. They sipped their beverages while appearing completely accepting of everything Kaito and his boys did.

Their attitudes angered me. My instinct was to protect Yokubo but I had also endeared myself to the three girls whose pussies I ate this afternoon. I found it hard to fathom they wanted to be a part of this! It was one thing to know 'something happened' in the playroom and quite another to be in the playroom and condoning these activities while witnessing it all firsthand. To Mistress Su's credit, she, at least, excused herself within the hour. Mistress Meiko stayed and often joined in the harassing by pulling sobbing slaves off the floor and dragging them onto the laps of her daddy's friends.

For hours, the guys accosted the girls. As the evening drug on, they all became intoxicated. Two had thrown up but even then, they were nowhere near ready to call it a night. I watched to see what was to come. Kaito had his buddies huddled together. The girls stood in one corner shaking. Several were sobbing. Their hair escort foça was disheveled. Dried cum stuck to some. Their makeup looked a mess and it was plain to see all had shed tears at some point.

Kaito made light of their reservations. Ignoring their fears he handed each girl two straws. Yokubo had two yellow ones, the girl next to her two blue and so forth. After handing out two to each of the six women he took back one from every girl and tossed it in a paper bab.

"OK, let's see what we have here," he called. Reaching into the bag he drew the blue straw and held it up for all to see.

"Who has the blue one?" He jeered.

"Blue, blue, blue!" His drunken counterparts cheered.

One of the drunks grabbed the cowering girl holding the selected straw and pulled her to the line of waiting guys. Forcing her to her knees, He shoved his cock down her throat and fucked her with such force I thought he was going to do damage to her front teeth. It was only because his cock was small that the girl avoided trauma to her deeper tissues. He didn't cum. It wasn't his intention. After fifty pumps he pulled his cock free and drug the girl by the hair to someone else.

Every guy crammed his dick as far down her throat. Everyone slammed into her violently. Every guy heard the others count aloud, 'one, two, three,...' Everyone got fifty thrusts. The winner was determined only when the slave-girl vomited.

The first two slaves made it through the gauntlet of men without succumbing to their wishes but the third failed. Gagging and spewing her stomach contents over the old man's dick, the gang roared with laughter when dinner erupted on him. Her actions were applauded by the others but frowned on by the one on who she insulted. The gray and balding man pulled her to her feet. With vomit strewn over his pants, he waited for his buddies to come to his assistance.

The girl was forced to stand. Two men pulled her arms wide apart. Another got to the floor and wrapped both arms around her lower legs. She looked like she was strung out in a 'T'. While vomit-man's friends held her in place he repeatedly beat her face with an open hand. I was certain his blows would leave marks. The girl screamed. The other slaves watched on in horror. My hatred for these assholes grew ever stronger.

The same treatment was given to slave <strong>. Slave five survived the gagging-cocks. When they were through, they tossed her aside and focused their wanton eyes on the remaining slave. Yokubo had won the luck of the draw and because she was the last to be selected, by default, won the grand prize. They roared with approval when seeing who it would be.

"Boys, get your cocks ready!" Kaito bellowed.

"Gangbang, gangbang, gangbang!" The others chanted.

I wanted to retch. I hadn't felt this level of anger and disgust in many years. Never had I felt so helpless. These brutes were so close and yet I could do nothing. My ass had been glued to a steel rod, my hands were tied and my mouth plugged. I couldn't help her in any way.

But, Yokubo did not go quietly. She mocked the size of their pathetic dicks even while being ruthlessly fucked. Her name meant fire, and I witnessed the fire of her feisty personality. On several occasions, she pointed at me. "That's a cock!" She screamed and spat. Every insult voiced was met with even harsher treatment.

I saw the anger rising in the faces of these arrogant bastards whenever she mocked their penis sizes.

"You can't even make me cum!" She yelled.

Despite her resistance, they hammered away at her body. Guys screwed her mouth, her cunt, and her ass. Sometimes they took turns, sometimes they did her in pairs but mostly she endured three dicks in three holes simultaneously. Regardless of how bad they beat her, she refused to accept her punishment willingly.

Her gutsy attitude proved to be her undoing. She made reference to me one time too many. Four men lifted her small frame and hauled her over to me. Without prelude or warning, they picked her body off the ground and impaled her ass onto my thick shaft. Yokubo screamed! My eyes went wide when seeing what they had done. Yokubo's frenzied cry felt like a knife had stabbed my heart. I was the cause of her pain yet, I could do nothing. I stood with my ass impaled on a cock even larger than the one in hers. Still, I couldn't imagine the pain she experienced. Her ass had to feel as if it had been ripped in two.

No sooner had they buried my stiff member in her tiny ass then they pulled her free and rammed her ass on me again. Yokubo lost all will to resist.

She screamed and begged, "No, no, no, no more. Please, no more!"

Her vulnerability incited their fuse. They wanted more. Ignoring her cries, they used my cock to fuck her ass for several minutes. Time and again, they pushed my shaft in as far as they could. While holding her writhing body in place, they kept her ass thrust tight to my hips. But they only kept her there for five, maybe ten seconds before pulling her away. That was the worst part. Their methods allowed her stretched muscles to tense and reflexively slam her anus shut. Her body began working against itself. Every time those muscles spasmed shut, the men rammed my cock past her resistance and caused yet further damage. Soon a vicious cycle ensued. Yokubo's screams became hysterical.