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Sissy's Corporate Adventures
by Lex Ludite
Chapter14
Squatting at the feet of one of the older Japanese men was a half naked woman wearing a leather helmet that totally covered her head. She wore shiny black boots that came up to her thighs and a pair of black latex panties. Around her neck was a steel collar from which extended a length of chain that was hooked to a ring set into the table that the party occupied. Sissy noticed the metal rings that had been embedded into the woman's large breasts; a thick, almost gray colored one protruding from the flesh just above the areola and a second silvery ring hanging from each fat nipple. The teen gasped at the welts and cuts covering the hooded figure's body, beginning nearly at her neckline and ending at the top of her latex bikini panties. Just then a waiter arrived with a wooden bowl filled with an unappetizing mass of brownish mush covered with some type of liquid broth. He placed the bowl by the hooded woman and stepped back while the members of the party laughed and nudged each other as they took in this tableau. An extremely well dressed middle aged woman wearing large, dark sunglasses that hid half her face reached down and opened a zipper in the hood. "Enjoy your meal my darling slave." She hissed in perfect English. "I do not want to see so much as a speck left or I will beat you bloody before sending you onto the stage." Mr. Muriama said something in Japanese and the table exploded into laughter.
Even as Sissy was directed to her seat located between two of the older Japanese gentlemen, she did not have the wit or wisdom to realize who it was groveling on the floor no more than fifteen feet from her. Just as she was getting comfortable, two things occurred that made her want to be anywhere than here. She felt a set of probing fingers beginning to insinuate themselves into her uniform jacket, and at the same time she was distracted by the shouts and angry voice of the woman in sunglasses who had produced a riding crop from somewhere on her person and was flailing away at the hooded woman beneath the table. Although Sissy was becoming distraught, those marching fingers continued to move toward their objective, which seemed to be her tweeners hidden behind the white blouse that had been selected by the clerk at the clothing store. She looked around for someone to turn to in hopes that they would protect her from being groped in much the same way as she had already been on the subway. The ME members acted as if she wasn't even at the table and poor Mr. Muriama was staring down at the floor in utter embarrassment, tinged with a bit of fear for his own safety.
Things got much worse very quickly. The disembodied fingers had now turned into a groping, squeezing hand that had discovered her hard nippled breasts that were fetchingly presented by the shelf bra that they had also fitted her with at the store. The hand was rather demanding and quite clumsy, even when compared to what she had experienced in the subway. Sissy looked from face to face around the table and found most of them either looking at the stage where something terrible was happening to a number of plump, naked Japanese girls, or looking over the edge of the table to get a better view of the lashing that the hooded half-naked woman was receiving. Even the members of the ME team had joined in the fun, one staring at the stage licking his lips while the other grinned down at the poor defenseless wretch being brutalized by the woman in sunglasses.
Sissy decided to take some independent action. She tried brushing the hand away from her bosom and for her trouble received a vicious pinch followed by a sharp slap. The blonde teen looked at first one and then the other of her nearest table companions, trying to judge which was the prober. Both had small smiles on their lips, and their eyes were positively dancing. However they were staring at the stage seemingly oblivious to what was occurring no more than a few feet from where they sat. There a Japanese dominatrix in full fetish regalia including the ever present dark sunglasses, was whipping a naked girl who stood there with hands raised in the air, her bare body being encircled by the long leather strands of the whip that left dark red weals in their wake. It was then that a second front was opened in this assault on Sissy's person.
Another group of spidery fingers began creeping across her bosom, joining the first scouting team which was busy establishing some kind of base camp on her firm breasts. Sissy tried wiggling from side to side in hopes of dislodging the intruders. This caught the eyes of many of the old men who were seated around and across from her. She now had a large audience that made things even more difficult. In all her orientation lectures at ME, no one had described the type of situation with which she was currently trying to cope. Frantically she looked to the two gentlemen from the company, but discovered they were focused completely on what was occurring on stage, and that was something worth looking at if you were a middle aged male from the good ole US of A.
While Sissy had been fighting off the invading army of probing, poking fingers, a large furry dog had joined the naked girls on stage. One of these lovelies was now flat on her back performing a sex act on the animal that could not be described in polite society. Two other girls were leaning forward, hands on their knees, presenting their hindquarters in the direction of the large dog whose long tongue was lolling from the side of its mouth. She thought of them as girls since they all looked to be around sixteen years old, but in this strange land, appearances were in most cases very deceiving.
Suddenly the blonde teenager experienced a full frontal assault that left her breathless and completely overwhelmed. Someone had crawled beneath the table and had homed in on the ultimate symbol of her femininity. Her first realization that she was about to be overrun came when she felt the hot breath of someone or something on the crotch of her brief lacy thong bikinis. Seconds later there was this sensation of wetness as whatever was between her thighs began gnawing its way through her thong to get at her cunny, as she thought of that pink lipped slit of flesh that acted as a giant magnet to most men and based on her recent experiences, quite a few women as well. Then she felt the hoary hands of her assailant as her thighs were rather violently spread apart so its nose and teeth could have easier access to her buried treasure.
Things took a decided turn for the worse once Sissy tried to appeal to her table mates by letting out a whoop and then a holler. Almost as if it had been choreographed, a group of men from her table stood up and effectively blocked her from view as they feigned searching for the source of the yowling she had just produced. The fingers busy on her firm shapely breasts abruptly ceased their efforts, but the one between her legs never even paused. Suddenly there were strong hands gripping her arms and then others opened her jacket fully and pulled it over her shoulders and down her arms, pinning them just long enough for a set of handcuffs to be clicked around her wrists. Just as she opened her mouth to let another cry for help loose another hand stuffed a scented handkerchief into it, and then swiftly looped a second knotted cloth across her stuffed mouth to secure the handkerchief. To all extents and purposes Sissy had been effectively restrained in less time that it takes to tell.
Sissy was one stunned young lady after what had just transpired. There she was, cuffed and gagged for all to see, but no one seemed to have taken note of her situation. Almost all eyes were glued to the stage where the large furry dog was having sexual congress with first one and then the other girl. The one who had caused the animal to become aroused was still on the floor seemingly unaware of what was taking place only a few feet from where she lay, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. Meanwhile there were fresh activities taking place on and in Sissy's helpless body. Somehow a second attacker had gotten on the floor beside the teen and managed to bind her ankles to the rungs of the chair on which she sat, further restraining her ability to do anything to prevent whatever these perverts had in mind for her. Then she felt the zipper on the side of her school uniform skirt opening, and then the coolness as the skirt was removed from her body leaving her with only a badly chewed thong as the only covering for her below the waist. Then almost as an afterthought, the one nuzzling her sanctum sanctorum, finally chewed through the fabric and claimed his reward, full access to Sissy's pussy.
Over the next couple of hours things went from strange to bizarre to totally alien as Sissy was put through her paces by the group of old Japanese men that made up most of the party. Although Sissy was the center of attention, she was not the whole show. The hooded half-naked woman was also part of the entertainment, but whereas they seemed to treat Sissy as if she was a naughty little girl who needed to be chastised by her elders, the other poor creature was put to the fire and burned to a crisp at times. The old men rotated their seating so that each of them had an opportunity to maul, paw and grope the blonde teenager to their heart's content. All the handling that her breasts received caused the nipples to become turgid and then stiffen into twin darts that were strummed, twisted and mashed by her admirers.
Other faceless members of the party took a turn between her spread thighs, some choosing to manually manipulate her genitals with touches that ran from the feathery to one step beyond brutal. She winced and wiggled as her unknown assailants poked fingers into her rapidly moistening channel, but she reserved her more energetic responses to those daring to insert tongues that teased her closer and closer to losing control, or others opting to capture her swollen clit between their lips or teeth and worry the super sensitive nubbin of flesh like it was prey that they had just run to earth.
Sissy doesn't remember too well when Mr. Muriama whispered into her ear that if she would behave herself, her companions would remove the gag and allow her to enjoy the food and drink that was now being served to their table. She does remember that at the time there was a tongue sliding around the inside of her other ear and occasionally probing deeper to tickle her to the point that she almost lost control of her bladder. The teen nodded her head in acceptance and soon her mouth was free of the saliva soaked handkerchief which was taken by one of the senior members of the party as a souvenir.
The blonde teen was hand fed raw fish which in Japan was considered an expensive delicacy. To Sissy's surprise she found herself enjoying the exotic taste and texture of this food. Then to wash it down she was given little sips of some kind of alcoholic beverage that made her lips tingle. The girl had extremely little experience with liquor and fell prey to its effects over the next hour or so as she downed one little flask after another, discovering that it made much of the discomfort associated with the constant pawing her breasts were receiving almost disappear from her consciousness. In actuality her tweeners were now being squeezed openly and with considerable force. She would discover this the next day when her breasts would be covered with bruises and ache from the mistreatment they'd absorbed.
Things got a little bit more bizarre when the woman seated at her table began berating the hooded slave cowering at her feet. "Why haven't you eaten that delicious meal I've ordered for you? I grow weary of your pickiness! Now I want to see you eat every morsel and lick the bowl clean as well. If you fail to do this in the next two minutes I shall drag you onto the stage and let my associates play with you. I just know you and the Akita will become the most intimate of friends in a very short time." In her woozy state Sissy wasn't able to fully understand the implications of the woman's threat, but did realize that she was most unhappy with the hooded slave's behavior. The blonde also began to wonder why the slave wasn't seated at the table enjoying the wonderful food and that tingling liquid that she was beginning to enjoy so much.
A few of the men looked up when the sunglass wearing woman stood up and began using the riding crop on the slave, screaming at the top of her lungs that she had enough of her impertinence. Since she was speaking in Japanese all Sissy could figure out was that she had gotten upset with something that the half-naked lady had or hadn't done and was punishing her for it. Sissy wasn't sophisticated enough to realize that the woman was part of the entertainment, not yet at least. The woman began kicking the slave viciously as the poor thing tried to avoid the sharp blows that the booted woman was delivering. Some of the men in the vicinity of this activity now stood up and formed a semicircle that prevented the hooded slave from going anywhere except toward the stage. She moved on her hands and knees closely followed by the woman who landed one brutal kick after another to her bottom and the backs of her thighs as she frantically tried to move beyond the range of the dominatrix's flailing crop.
Two dominatrices jumped down from the stage, grabbed the slave and forced her to climb up onto the wooden platform. A fat, much older woman in garish makeup, wearing a housecoat and curlers in her hair now entered the stage and the naked girls scattered as she approached the trembling slave. She put out her hand and another of the bizarrely attired, sunglass wearing women handed her a length of what looked to be electrical cabling, somewhat out of place among the whips and crops wielded by the other dominants. Simultaneously she landed a brutal kick to the exposed ribs of the half-naked slave that lifted her from the floor and brought the black cable down across the slave's shoulders, sending her body in an altogether different direction. Despite her bulk the woman moved like a cat and began landing one terrible blow after another onto the sprawling slave's body, interspersing these with some solid kicks to any vulnerable area that the slave exposed.
By now poor Sissy was suffering from a sensory overload from the combined effects of the sake she had ingested, the steady plundering of her private parts by fingers,tongues, lips, hands and even teeth, and the incessant pinching, squeezing and slapping that her poor tweeners were taking from this army of dirty old men disguised as captains of industry, Japanese style. While someone poured another flask of rice wine down the teenager's throat at the same time another one was seeing how far he could pull her swollen nipple from the breast to which it was anchored, her eyes took in the terrible beating that the hooded slave was receiving from the female fiends that pranced and flounced in triumph across the stage. It finally came to Sissy that it was Ellen Luxore beneath that hood.
(To be continued )
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