“It is part of our rite, when women are present at that festivity, that they should offer their suppleness and other qualities to our God. For us, the feast of the Sacred Hevea is a very important one. As you know, economically speaking, the Hevea is our bread and butter, and we have to be grateful to our God for giving us such a marvelous tree. Now it is your turn to pay the God His tribute-in your own way, but it is also a tradition that you do your dance, or at least a little part of your dance in front of each of the guests before you perform it completely in front of the Buddha. Now show us if you are as slender and supple as the little Congai.”
Tai unzipped the little silk skirt that Monique was wearing, and the girl was naked except for her hat, her veil, and her black stockings and high heels. Tai moved away from her, and Monique was left alone in the middle of the room, shivering with apprehension, but also with impatience for the coming pleasure.
Then the little purple lamp was lit in front of the first man. The young girl who had just finished dancing now was sitting in a corner of the room, playing some sort of harp, and a strange beat, more animal than melodious, filled the room.
Monique had no special knowledge of dancing, but all females instinctively know how to react when they are supposed to be seducing the male. She found the exact poses, and movements. And more like an Arab belly-dancer than a priestess of Dali, she started dancing. She revolved on herself, twisting slowly, and offering each side of her body to the men's hungry eyes. Her breasts were moving gently and the light of the little lamp seeming to enhance-if possible-their volume. Her eyes half closed, Monique was dancing, her arms above her head, her torso provocatively offered, when she saw that another lamp was lit. She understood the invitation and moved in front of the other guest. And then another, and then another, and another. In front of Chang and Tai she danced for a longer time, and they seemed to appreciate it. Then Tai showed her the Buddha, and his luminous dick gleaming in the dark.
In front of the glass statue, Monique had to do her act again. And then her flesh was reflected in the mirror upon which lay the glass god. Monique was entranced, she did not know that she was doing any more. She was frankly obscene and her ass was rubbing against the warm glass dick of the Buddha, she was dancing between the stretched arms, and miming the most obscene possession. She really wanted the statue. They were all strangely silent, watching the dance.
When it was all over, Monique, exhausted came back to her corner, with Tai and Chang. The young girl held her arm, and gave her a little wooden box.
“At the occasion of the Hevea Rite, your oriental friends beg you to accept that present.”
Monique, a little surprised, opened the box while the child-woman moved away. First of all she could not guess what it was; she could not see anything but a pack of rubber bands with long fringes. It was more like a net.
She looked at Tai who had come closer, and Tai took one of the “things” out of the box; Monique then saw, in the dim light coming from the Buddha, a brassiere made of rubber bands. The nipples were only protected by a crisscross of rubber bands. From the center of the cross, a long rubber band was hanging, about six inches. The same thing was repeated in other parts of the strange outfit. The whole thing was white and looked quite pretty.
When the bra had been attached, Tai took the other piece, and, after asking Monique to open her thighs, put it on her. It was a pair of the strangest panties you could think of, made with rubber bands too, with the same long ones hanging in front and on the back of it. One was precisely to the asshole; the other one was exactly over her cunt, at the precise point where the clitoris is a little bit swollen, and most sensitive. When Monique was “dressed” in the whole suit, Tai turned herself toward Chang, and said:
“Master, it is now the time when the song that charms the spirits of the Hevea must come in its full amplitude, and this is the instrument on which you will play it. Chang bowed ceremoniously. Tai pushed Monique toward him. He pushed her against the statue, her back to the Buddha, and tied her arms at the Buddha's arms. Monique, standing up, was offering the sight of her white body, and the dim light coming from the Buddha's dick under her gave her a supernatural appearance. Two spotlights went on and their beams were centered on Monique's breasts, enhancing their size and roundness…”
Then all the guests got up and formed a circle around Monique. Tai took one of the long rubber strings hanging from her teats, pulled it, and then let it go suddenly.
Then and only then did Monique understand what subtle torment was going to be hers. Tai was already pulling another rubber string and again the material bit into her soft flesh.
Then started a voluptuous pain for the young girl, every band was stretched and then released, and it cracked on her skin with a snap, and the pain stabbed her and a strange warmth came all over her body. The globe was getting harder, excited; from time to time she uttered a cry and looked as if surprised at the piece of rubber which had bitten more cruelly into her soft and tender skin.
Tai was playing with her body as if it had been some music instrument. The pain was in Monique's body, but she could not really hate it. It was more like some dizziness coming all over her, intoxicating her. Sometimes she twisted her body in her ties, and then she would feel the Buddha's glass phallus between her legs. That would cause such a shock that she would forget the rubber contraption till the first band stroked her again. She was now nearly completely insensitized and her body was undulating between the arms of the God.
After two harder blows on her nipples, Tai stopped torturing her and untied Monique. Then she pushed her in front of the God, and before she could make a move, she was tied to another contraption, two wooden benches, X shaped, on which she was tied again, as on a St. Andrew's cross, legs, and arms, apart. She was displaying her secret flesh to everybody's eyes, and her buttocks were propped up appetizingly.
Another light came from the Buddha and lit her from behind. Then Tai took the little fringes hanging from her pants and started pulling the rubber bands. But Monique was not too sensitive on the fanny after all the flogging and whipping that she had endured. The hardest blows that Tai could give her, pulling the strings as hard as they could go, were hardly enough to bring a sigh on the girl's lips.
Monique was dreaming about something harder, and that little intermezzo was only exciting her, not satisfying her, bringing to her cunt the moisture of her come juices.
Then Tai pulled the little band hanging from her clitoris. Monique throbbed and cried under the pain that suddenly came over the center of her pleasures, and again and again Tai was pulling and slashing the little rubber across the soft and moist bud. Monique tried to escape from her ties, begged, cried, in vain. Methodically, her eyes shining with pleasure, Tai was sanding the little rubber string across her friend's cunt. She remembered receiving the same treatment and she knew exactly how it felt.
When she saw that Monique could not bear it any longer, she stopped at that point but then grabbed the string hanging from her asshole, and let go. Monique thought for a split second that she had been ass fucked by a monstrous dick, but again the rubber was biting at her soft mouth. She was trying to get out of her bondage, but in vain, and Fffft, the rubber string hit her again, and again…
Then Tai spoke:
“Now, little girl, to thank you for your song and dance, my friends here will pay the tribute due to your quality, and be happy.” So saying she let Chang come to her place. He pulled the string at her asshole and let go when it was stretched as far as it could without breaking. Monique hollered. Another man came, but he pulled the one on her sex, and once again she hollered. As each man pulled she felt another pain, and another different cry came from Monique's panting body. The sixth man leaned over Monique and pulled simultaneously the two rubber strings hanging from her breasts. And then came Max. He hesitated for awhile, and then pulled and let go the string at her anus.
Tai removed the bra and panties, while the statue became a darker green. Then Tai helped Monique to a long cushion on the ground at the other end of the room. Tai asked her to lie on her back, and then Monique felt between her opened thighs the cool flesh of a very young girl. The light was too dim for her to be able to see who it was, but she felt the mouth glued to her sex, and the tongue that started caressing her in such an expert way that she soon forgot all about the tortures that she had undergone.
Monique felt another head on her breasts and felt the hair and the collar of Tai's dress. Then… who was between her thighs? Tai guessed her thoughts, and held Monique's hands so that she could not go to her sex and find out. Monique gave up and let pleasure come all the way. She came with a long cry, in the terrible spasms of pleasure too long restrained.
She had hardly recuperated, when she felt very small hands on her breasts, then a young mouth kissing at the nipples. She tried to look, then Tai told her:
“Please, never mention it; you have not been caressed by the Congaie, but by my daughter. She wanted it so much…”
“But how old is she?”
“Six.”
Monique quivered at the thought that she had been sucked by a six year old child. She drew the child closer to her and passionately kissed her on the lips. But at the same time her thighs were opened by someone older, and she recognized the style of the Congaie.
The light came back in the Buddha, and the Congaie got up without finishing the caress that she had just started.
Tai helped Monique up.
“Do not fear anything, little goddess. Tonight you have paid what you had to pay, whatever will happen now will only bring pleasure to you.”
She kissed her, and then resumed her position by the statue. She put a cushion at the foot of the statue. “Now,” she said, “now, open your legs. Kneel down.” Monique did as she was instructed. Her ass was displayed in such a way that everyone could see it. Between her legs a little lap was set, and one by one the guests came in and gave the girl passionate kisses on her ass.
Suddenly Monique felt something cool penetrate her asshole. Tai was putting some transparent vaseline into her orifice, and Monique knew immediately what was in store for her.
But Tai helped her up, and dressed her again. When Monique was ready, Tai gave her a tray, covered by a silk scarf.
“Now go and offer what is on that tray to your friends.”
Surprised and curious, Monique moved to the center of the room, already more brightly lit by the Buddha. An Asiatic put his hand under the silk scarf, and showed to Monique a wonderful rubber dildo, round and beautifully finished, with a round head, well shaped. It was of medium size. Monique blushed, and then offered the tray to a second man who took another dildo, longer but thinner.
Then, one by one, all the guests received a phallus of various dimensions. Then the men set their little lamps again, and sat in a circle, in a certain order. The one with the smallest dildo was to come first, and then the bigger ones. Max was the third one, Tai the sixth…
The first lamp was on, and Tai told Monique:
“Now is the time, little occidental goddess to receive in your virgin body the nicest and most precious jewels that have been given to us by the Hevea. Each of your worshippers is going to introduce in the narrow sheath that you will offer him, the tool that fate gave him. He will slide it in and out as many times as the Buddha gave him years, and it is also the tradition that you should add to his number of years your own number of years. Now go, and offer the superb sheath hidden in your most secret parts to the joy of your worshipers. Your widely opened legs will show your oriental friends that you are most willing to receive their attentions and your mouth will be the echo of your pleasure and the master of its rhythm. Now go,” and she added in lowered tones, “and be happy.”
Monique was terribly troubled but dominated by her search for lust she came to the first guest who was waiting. The incense was burning in the room and it added to the strangeness of the whole act. Monique turned her back to the man, and opened her legs over the little lamp. It revealed all of her anatomy and did not leave any detail to the imagination. She leaned on a bench in front of her, and waited, her skirt folded up around her waist.
The man did not meet any resistance when he pushed his tool in her ass, and soon his fingers were on the edge of the little hole, which had swallowed the thin dildo.
Silence was thick in the room.
The man completely removed the dildo from her entrails, and waited, then he pushed it back in completely. He did it once more, and then Monique felt two hard slaps on her buttocks that surprised her.
Tai's voice came in the room:
“Does the little occidental girl need to be whipped to remember how to count?”
Monique blushed.
Then the man repeated the artificial sodomy.
“One,” whispered a trembling Monique, “two… three… four… aaah…” The fantastic pleasure, rose in her doubled by the fact that she could imagine that man, perfectly unknown to her, looking, watching any move, and the penetration of that hard piece of rubber in her insides. And he kept agitating the tool in her: Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two- if only he could be a hundred years old.
Thirty-five… thirty-six… the man stopped and slapped both buttocks. Monique understood that it was over but also remembered that she had to add her own age to the man's age. So she started counting again. One… two… she was counting as slowly as she could, propping her bottom up, and the man was in her. Monique was really giving herself to that fake sex. Nineteen came, and the caress ended.
The man kissed her ass and removed the slimy priapus. Monique got up, the lamp went off, and another one lit by her side, a discreet call for pleasure. Monique offered her ass to that other unknown man, and felt the already bigger dildo undulate in her body. The shuttle movement started, punctuated by the numbers. The thing was going in and out of her with a slimy wet noise, and it sounded like a well-oiled piston operating smoothly. Forty-seven… Two light slaps on her fanny marked the age of the fucked. He kept agitating the tool while Monique was counting her own age. But now she was excited, and sometimes cheated, and twisted her body so that the dildo would go in and out before she could spell another number.
Monique was in a terrible state of excitement when he removed the tool from her ass. She rushed to the next man, and with a sigh of pleasure she felt the rubber tube enter her ass. She uttered a small cry of pain too, for this one was really bigger than the others. It was masterfully handled by Max. She could have cried with joy while receiving the forty-eight blows that penetrated her insides, and with what pleasure did she count her nineteen years with so many bumps that it certainly could have passed for thirty.
Max regretfully let her go, feeling her pleasure so close. But what kisses he gave her beloved ass. But Monique quickly went to the next guest. Once again she gasped when she felt the bigger tool penetrate her asshole. And in a religious silence she received thirty-seven more penetrations from that one, followed by her own number of nineteen. But she had counted too fast and once again she came to the verge of her pleasure when the final number was said.
Staggering, her temples painful under the heavy beating of her blood pressure, all her body tense-the dildo was really big this time — after the usual painful feeling at the moment of the first penetration, Monique felt the whole thing in her and she could not resist pleasure any longer. The man realized that the young girl was going to come under his hand and then he accelerated the rhythm of his “possession.” Monique was not counting any more; now she was being penetrated five times before she could even say one number. And soon pleasure burst in her. She was standing like a devil, undulating on her trembling legs, and she could hardly keep her balance, and when she came to the number “six,” of her age, she fell down in the most fantastic convulsion she had ever dreamed of, the dildo still deeply impaled in her. They let her recuperate for a couple of minutes, then she got up herself, and slowly, enjoying every bit of it, she counted the twelve remaining years.
And then she was in front of another one, and again it was a bigger tool, and again she felt pleasure come in her, as a whirlpool. She could not think… she was just lust and animal desire.
And another one, bringing her close to the second peak of her frantic search for joy, and then it was Tai behind her, with a monstrous thing in her hand. But this one was too big, and the pain was violent when it penetrated in her, but the unbelievable happened and then and there as she thought she was going to die, the puckered mouth slowly allowed the dildo to slide in her. But Tai was really too young and Monique could not reach her peak in such a little number of years.
She could hardly walk to the next man, Chang, and she had to lean on the bench in front of her in order not to fall. Suddenly she felt something so big that it covered her asshole completely, lips and all. In a flash she saw again the fabulous dildo and she shivered with fear. It was a violent but progressive thrust.
The young girl thought that her muscles were torn apart, that her whole body was cut in two, and she hollered and moaned. She felt the muscles of her hole struggle against that penetration, but the well-vaselined cylinder slid in her little by little, and the pain eased down. After a little while the cylinder was completely in her and the puckered mouth seemed to suck on it. Then Chang's fingers were against her buttocks.
Then he dropped the tool, and he moved back to be able to contemplate that fabulous ass fucking. He motioned to them, and the guests all got up and came close to get a better view of what was happening in front of them. They all admired the beauty of the sight of that huge pole emerging from that tender flesh. The lips seemed to suck the round object, and the little lamp was focused exactly on the asshole. The pole penetrated her, and the lips of the hole seemed to disappear in with it. Then Chang started moving the thing in her slowly, slowly, but powerfully. They were all fascinated by the beauty of what they were witnessing…
Monique was not saying anything new, and nobody would have asked her to count the number of years. She was just being made in the most fantastic manner, and she loved it. Pleasure came in her, violently, and she trembled on her legs. Her knees bent, and they let her kneel down, bottom up, and the shuttle accelerated in the lubricated entrails. She was purring now, and could feel the beat of her pulse on her clitoris. She stuttered some inarticulate words, and then quivered. She accentuated the shuttle movement by doing the same thing with her whole body. The anus seemed to want to swallow more of the thing and even Chang's fingers if possible.
Suddenly Monique stopped being human, and started acting like a wild animal. She hollered like a beast in the jungle, and no one could remember having seen a woman come so passionately under such a sodomization. Chang had just time to remove the dildo before the fall of the body on one side of the couch, and then she remained there motionless and still gasping…
They left her quiet for a little while, then Tai took her by the arm:
“Now little white goddess, now that the Hevea has charmed you and that we have all enjoyed the songs that you have been singing, you must come to the Buddha and thank him for what he has done for you. He has his arms toward you, and also his virility. Put your secret mouth on it and let it be good to your soft belly and to your ivory buttocks…
Monique moaned and protested her exhaustion, but they carried her to the Buddha and did not give her the choice of what she had to do.
The warm glass phallus was against her asshole, and it penetrated easily, its luminous head buried in the most secret parts of that virgin's body. She leaned against the Buddha's round belly, and started a dance like no dancer ever before performed, giving herself completely to the grimacing idol.
She was so tired doing it all by herself, and like the first time, Tai had to help her to with the symbolic action of being penetrated by the motionless god. She came, held in Tai's arms, impaled on the God.
When Tai helped her up, the other guests had disappeared. Tai and Chang walked her and Max across the flower garden, and then only did Tai kiss Monique on the mouth. A thoughtful Max and a dead tired Monique disappeared in the night.
After the short trip through the woods, Monique reached her room, and immediately fell asleep. She was still dreaming about new adventures.