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Possum

By: fred8888



A terrible thing happened to my girlfriend, Juni, last month and I am not sure what I can do about it. It seems to have changed her and our relationship forever. 

Juni is a demure and innocent girl who works for a tourism company that takes bus tours into outback Australia. Usually this involves her picking up the group from the airport and showing them some of our beautiful and colourful, if sparse, countryside. Usually they stay in hotels, motels or some camping ground.

Juni moved up to tour leader three months ago, in a job she was offered by the tour company straight our of her tourism, marketing and management university course. She is twenty five years old and has bright blue eyes. I call her possum because, when standing her back arches and her cute little backside juts out giving her a naturally provocative pose, like a little possum. She stands only 157cm (5ft 2in) and weighs 49kg (7.6 st), with gorgeous, perfectly formed breasts that defy gravity with gorgeous soft pink, upturned nipples atop her firm 34Bs. Her hips are only 33in and very small because of her fitness. Her slender legs are long for her height. As an experienced ballet dancer, she also has the smallest waist I have ever seen on a girl and I measured her one night at 21in; so I can almost have my hands join when I grab her tightly. Yet it is her beautiful face, framed by her lovely hair, which cascades down past her shoulders, that is such a delight and attracts the most attention. 

Many photographers have approached her, not all of whom are professional or honourable, I am sure. She has not accepted their offers, though. Many of them have told her that she should be a model, despite the fact that she is on the short side. One of her great skills is her beautiful voice. She sang in a choir at school but she has always been too shy to consider singing or acting. So shy that she is only comfortable in talking to small groups on marketing campaigns and the like. Yet her appearance and personality does not warrant anything but confidence and it has always mystified me that she does not have stronger self-esteem. Juni has a sexy upturned nose not unlike Kate Beckinsale and sweetly pouting lips and sparkling smile like Jessica Alba. She changes her hair colour from a natural mixed blonde, to dark brown; although she naturally has blonde highlights, brought out by the sun. I tell her never to dye it, it is such a gorgeous colour. She loves to dress in fashionable skirts and heels that accentuate her femininity and she always wears lovely understated lingerie. However, she has a very shy demeanour and is never outlandish or out of control. Mostly, I think this is just because she still has that naivety and innocence that makes her totally trusting of people, never seeing a bad side to anyone. I have never complained about her shyness though, since Juni is such an absolute knockout, as well as being intelligent and witty and her mood is always cheerful. I cannot imagine being without her. I feel so lucky. But now I am not sure we can stay together and that brings me to her story.

Firstly, something about me, my name is Jason and I guess you are wondering why such a hot girl would go out with someone like me, as I am only twenty nine. My father is extremely wealthy as he inherited a law firm started by my grandfather. My mother was a tall French model with beautiful olive skin. The result is that I am blessed with great looks, I am over six feet tall and I can afford to be generous because I receive a handsome monthly stipend from the family trust. My parents also paid for my entry into the elite law school at Melbourne University and I drive the latest Audi R8 and live in a nice penthouse overlooking the bay. These trappings all combine to attract the girls, as I have everything. 

Juni was different to the others. I meet her at uni and eventually seduced her. She has an independent streak and did not seem interested in my money at all. She is quite open about wanting to pay her own way and have her own flat; so I knew she was not one of the usual gold diggers I attracted. Eventually, I asked her to marry me and she wears a two caret diamond engagement ring, although we have not yet set a date. I thought we had a satisfying sex life, although now I am not so sure. 

Juni assisted a guide on tours for two years to learn the ropes and was promoted to the position of lead guide for this tour into the outback. On the day before the trip, she came home from work a little anxious. The tour group was made up of twenty Japanese businessmen and she was concerned that such groups had developed a poor reputation amongst some of the female guides. To compound this issue her male assistant, James, had to drop out of the tour party because of some personal issues. James was also to act as a second interpreter, in addition to Yoshi who accompanied the group from Japan. Juni also had some basic Japanese, as she studied it in her private secondary school. Technically one guide for twenty was seen as minimal but adequate and her boss, Peter, offered her a generous thousand dollar bonus for the three week trip, so she took the opportunity without delay. 

The plan was to pick up the businessmen from the airport and get up to Ararat for their overnight stay. Juni practised her best Japanese greeting in the morning for me, complete with a shy look and little bow. She looked gorgeous. Japanese men do not appreciate loud aggressive western women, so she needed to be culturally attuned and her natural shyness made her perfect for the role. It was a very important trip for her company, as each tourist had paid excess of seven thousand dollars for the package. It included camping out under the stars in the Flinders Ranges. It was beautiful spring weather so I thought all would be fine and told her to relax. I gave her a massage and we made love that last morning before she left. 

The tour bus arrived at the airport on time. Unfortunately, the only other employee she was going to travel with was now a driver, Sanjay, employed by the bus company and being Indian, he evidently spoke very little English. Much to Juni's relief the translator, Yoshi, who immediately introduced himself when she found the tour party, was linguistically talented and had an excellent grasp of both languages. He was half-English and half-Japanese and blessed with good looks. The others in the group were mostly senior managers and all seemed to be over thirty five or so, with half greying and older. Juni later told me that a few were very handsome in that modern Japanese way, while others seemed more traditional and brusque.

As the 20 men stepped onto the bus she shook their hands in hers and bowed in her most demure Japanese way. She was dressed in a short dark blue skirt and business jacket, in a coordinated and fashionable suit. Her blouse was more casual, tight fitting with a low cut top that revealed only a little cleavage; all very professional.

The men then pushed past her in the tight corridor of the bus and some gathered around her, she felt them jostle her around and they were chattering rapidly to the translator. She felt that they were pushing their chests and hips into her, so she asked Yoshi what they were saying. He said he would explain later. Juni felt claustrophobic as they passed her, many brushing their hands over her hips and thighs as they passed. She felt certain that it was intentional and a creeping feeling of being unsafe dawned in her. Yoshi had the men take their seats and before long they started on their journey.

Yoshi was very friendly. He sat beside her on the double seat at the front of the bus behind the driver. A microphone to the bus sound system had been set up to communicate with the passengers. She asked Yoshi again what the men has been saying. He said some of the men were talking about tour guides they had met in the Philippines and Thailand that had offered them special services and wondered if she would do the same.

"Oh my God", she asked, "Do they think I am a prostitute?"

"Well", Yoshi replied. "They were asking. So I said not at all. They do not do that in Australia with the guides. I told them that they must leave you alone."

Juni knew with her limited Japanese that whatever the men had said it was not not exactly what Yoshi translated but she decided not to press the issue.

As the bus rumbled out of Melbourne on the long remote highway in the late afternoon, Juni began to think about what Yoshi said to the men about leaving her alone and what it would mean if he could not look after her. She started to feel a little trapped and anxious about what lay ahead. What if they tried something? What could she do? Juni had thought that she heard the word chicken mentioned several times and thought the men must be hungry. She instructed the driver to stop at the next food roadhouse. 

They soon stopped at a take away food place at a small town and everyone had eaten their fill. Yoshi took them into a bottle shop. She saw that they bought many bottles of saki and whisky. They even put a few boxes in the luggage compartment of the bus. 

In the bottle shop a very large man had taken up a place standing right behind her, towering over her, pressing up against her back side with his groin, whispering in her ear in Japanese, some words and phrases that she recognised were about her body. The man had pushed his leg up against her and she felt his long cock softly press into her leg. In Japanese he said something about chicken and whether she knew it was going to happen. She did not know that word, so she just nodded politely. She did not know that it meant 'molester' but she felt his genitals start to harden. Juni tried her rehearsed oriental politeness, as knew the man was flattering her, so she turned away and bowed with a shy smile indicating her subservience in the traditional Japanese way, while pulling away from the man's intimidating physical presence. He man stepped back and smiled. He was an imposing man with a huge chest and confident demeanour. She saw his cock proudly jutting out from his trouser leg. It was huge. He smiled at her, noticing that she had seen it. She was terribly embarrassed and her face flushed at being caught out.

He introduced himself as Katsuro and he said he managed Toyota in Japan. He held her hand and would not let it go for a long time and admired her ring, indicating that he knew she was not married. She looked up at him, he was very tall and she noticed his powerful presence and firm, confident look. He was clearly not accustomed to not getting his own way. Everyone exaggerates their position, she thought, perhaps she would ring Peter, her boss to find out more about Katsuro later. She left the bottleshop to return to the bus, feeling very intimidated and strangely excited by Katsuro's confident touching with his cock. 

"What would that man do to me if he got the chance?" She thought. Her heart started to race at the thought that the powerful man wanted to fuck her. 

Everything was going smoothly for the first few hours of the trip until it became dark and they had lowered the lights, so the men could catch up on some sleep. She found Yoshi to be intelligent and entertaining, as he had spent many years in Australia including much of his schooling. He had also studied Psychology at Oxford and had many tales of his travels.

It was about 8pm and very dark outside when one of the men interrupted Yoshi. It was Katsuro. He said the men had decided that they would continue to drive all the way to Adelaide since they had caught an early flight in Japan. It seemed to them that it was only five in the afternoon and some of them wanted to drink. This would mean the group would get to Adelaide at about 1am, where they were staying in a five star hotel. Juni began to object but Katsuro smiled at her in a slightly condescending way, silencing her. Since Yoshi had agreed without question, she felt unable to object. Afterall, the customer is always right.

Juni felt tiredness begin to creep up on her but she was also feeling buzzed from the subtle feeling of power and confidence, being in control of her first tour operation. She looked around the bus and saw that many of the men had closed their eyes and had started to dose off, except for a number of them at the back of the bus near the little bathroom. This group was noisy and laughing as they enjoyed their Saki and Whisky. She looked across at Yoshi in his window seat and saw that he had fallen asleep and was breathing deeply.

Juni closed her eyes for what seemed a few moments. She woke with a start when one of the men put his hands on her shoulder and complained loudly in Japanese about the noise coming from the back of the bus. She heard him say he could not sleep because of the noise. So Juni gathered herself together, pulled herself up and sleepily walked down the aisle pushing past a few of the men who were standing up drinking and laughing, asking them politely to please sit down. She felt fairly relaxed for a few moments and then began to wake up. The men didn't seem to respond and she felt affronted by their rudeness. Her confidence dived when she heard the men call her "little girl".

She made her way to the loudest men. It was very dark and she could not make out any faces. Juni thought she saw Katsuro talking loudly to some of men at the back. The men were much taller than her and many rudely turned their backs to her when she tried to make demands for them to be quieter. She was beginning to get infuriated and irate and she heard the tension in her own raised voice. She had forgotten the cardinal rule for women when dealing with Japanese men, that politeness was essential. 

She looked towards the front. Men had completely blocked her exit, turning their backs. She felt horrified that she was surrounded by so many tall men, cornered in the darkness at the end of the small corridor. She realised that the men had the same short, dark hair, dark suit, blue shirt and company tie. It occurred to her suddenly in panic that they looked so similar. She would have no way of knowing who they were, or of identifying them, if anything happened. She felt her heart thump in her chess in its own symphony to her increasing desperation. 

Then she felt it. One of the men was brushing his hand over her soft behind, over her pantihose. She mouthed an objection and jerked around towards the assault but as she turned left someone grabbed her right arm. Then she turned towards the new assailant and another man grabbed her left arm, completely restricting her movements. She began to panic and felt totally freaked out. She cried out for help, as another hand made its way up her leg from her knee, moving inexorably upwards.

Juni was crying out desperately for them to stop, saying they had to behave themselves and not to touch her. The men ignored her pleas. There were even more hands on her legs, one was making its way up her thigh. Infuriatingly she could not pull her arms free, they were being held by a man on each side and there were at least two behind her and two in front. She could not escape. She was completely surrounded and at their mercy. 

She looked up and thought she recognised handsome Katsuro smiling down at her but could not be sure. A tie was being tied around her eyes so that she was effectively blindfolded in the darkened bus.

"The arseholes are going to feel me up and I won't even know who it is". 

Juni tried to yell for help but suddenly someone had covered her mouth with his and was kissing her. It struck her that she was completely helpless and was starting to lose control. She was surrounded by six men who were all touching her, with how many others watching? His lips and tongue were searching her mouth, suffocating her, entirely owning her. She felt two hands pull down her top, freeing her breasts and hands mauling them. Two men still firmly held her arms to each side. Large hands were running up and down her legs, gentling squeezing her and caressing the soft skin of her bottom. 

A man started to suck on her soft breasts and her nipples immediately hardened in synchronous enjoyment. She was in sensual overload, helplessly forced into a rampant state of arousal by the relentless sucking and the perpetual groping, pushed towards unwelcome oblivion. After a few minutes she tasted something alcoholic and realised that the men taking turns kissing her were putting their tongues in her mouth and there was a flow of liquid. Juni realised that they were giving her shots of saki or whisky with their mouths, aghast that they must have fed her four or five shots already. She was going to get very very drunk if this continued.

Then it started. One hand started to brush over her pussy, very lightly and the man kissing her, let her breathe. She tried to cry out again but he was replaced by another as she heard the men saying chikan again and laughing. 

The hands kept rubbing and squeezing. She started to kick out at the men but this caused two of them to simply grab her legs and lift her up, spreading her legs wide in the air, making her feel terribly vulnerable. When her thin smooth shaven, tanned legs left the ground encased in her pantihose, she realised her tiny body was suspended by the surrounding men. How many were there? Which of the men were they? She did not even know any of their names yet. What could she possibly do? She had to report this terrible sexual assault. Juni decided at that point she needed to try to relax and not to fight, as knew she was going to get hurt if she fought them. She felt that she was high in the air, maybe at shoulder height of the men. If she wriggled free or they dropped her to the ground she would be likely to hit her head, or worse.

Then the hand continued to push and rub at her crotch interminably slowly and deliberately. This was not some rushed groping. This was a totally controlled assault. It seemed rehearsed. The entire operation had almost had a military feel and gradually it was driving her mechanically towards unwanted sensual release. Her breasts and chest were heaving with the assault, unable to hide her increasing arousal. Her throat was beginning to grow deep pink with sexual flush and she was starting to feel woozy from the alcohol. Juni was crying and begging to be let go, although she could only manage this between kisses. She found herself being drawn more into the men, having relaxed a little and she began to feel disgusted that her body was responding to their touch. 

Her attackers just kept rubbing and pressing at her flesh, not aggressively or violently at all. Slowly, the caresses spread all over every inch of her body, up and down her legs, between her buttocks, on her thighs and stomach and all over her arse. Someone sometimes bit her ear or sucked on her neck. The sucking on her breasts was relentless. Her universe was shifting. Until now it had always been her in control, she realised, and she had never really just let go and her anyone take control. Now the talented fingers started to push around the folds of her pussy and she began to groan with the effort not to receive any pleasure. Katsuro appeared in her imagination for some reason and she wondered if it was him. 

Suddenly, there was a hand under her pantihose at her waist passing down over her soft belly, the fingers drumming all the wary down to the top of her vulva. It was blindingly distracting and she was made to realise two things. The feelings were beginning to feel exquisitely pleasurable, feelings that she had never felt before from anyone. This was made all the more insanely sensual since she had absolutely no control over what was being done to her. The other thing she realised was that she had no control over her wetness which had begun to ooze from her, a wetness that had just been discovered by the stranger's hand. 


Possum Ch. 02



The bus pulled up at the strip club in the city centre of Adelaide at 1am precisely. Juni emerged from the bathroom at the back of the bus in her little blue business suit with fresh makeup and a soft pink shade of lipstick highlight her beautiful blue eyes and fair features. She had successfully lost the 'just raped' look of a little earlier. Beneath the mid-thigh blue skirt she was still without panties, of course; which she had lost during her attack. She found that there was no bruising or evidence of rough play on her body at all.

It was too late for her to report the incident to her boss, Peter, or even to call me, Jason, her boyfriend back in Melbourne. So, for the time being, she continued to be at the mercy of her assailants. She climbed the stairs up to the strip club.

At the entrance Yoshi was acting as if it was a normal tour, immediately asking Juni if she would negotiate special entry for the men and a large private room for their entertainment. Money was of no concern and they wanted the most attractive, thinnest and shortest girls, since many of the Japanese men were not of great stature, apart from Katsuro. The men did not want tall girls in high-heels towering over them. Katsuro would pay as a company entertainment expense. Juni went into auto pilot mode, even though she still felt quite drunk and negotiated with the girl at the desk. She was informed that their room would be available in about 40 minutes. A bouncer led them into the club.

The strip club was well appointed, with wood panelled walls, small tables with a girl, a pole and about six chairs at each. Being a Saturday night at 1am, the club was packed. There were six girls on a long boardwalk, all gyrating around poles with Australian banknotes hanging from their g-string's or garters. One girl had stripped completely nude at the edge of the stage, except for her high heels that she dug into the crotches of two men who sat on lower chairs so that their faces were level with her pussy. She was rubbing her breasts and shaved pussy erotically, arching her back in pseudo-orgasmic writhing. Juni could not avoid the overwhelming odour of perfume and sexual scent, female sexual scent. She felt relieved that this time, it was not just her. 

After a saki and champagne, Juni was feeling very little pain, she still felt a little wobbly after the shots that the men had kissed into her mouth. This was a lot of alcohol and she was feeling warm and buzzed and her groping assault seemed to be in the distant past.

She finally managed to duck away from the group of Japanese men when they were focussed on the strippers' performances. She found herself in a small crowd, standing back from the stage and she moved towards two other girls who were at a high table in the dark, looking like they had come there together for a night out. Juni wondered what brought them here, it was the last place she would go if it were not for her work. In any case it was good to be able to hang around some other female company. She introduced herself clumsily and found that the girl's names were Sally and Shelly. Juni decided that they were not very pretty girls and that they had on too much makeup. They were certainly no competition for the strippers, who were universally physically stunning specimens. Juni decided that they were not lesbians either.

Before long a group of men had gathered behind them, they sounded like typical Australian tradies or farm workers, loud, aggressive, tall and rugged; exactly the type that Juni found to be intimidating. She found them too big, too aggressive and too strong physically, so that they scared her and their hands were always hard and rough. She heard the men comment about the girls, as the girls stood side by side, leaning forward onto the long, high bar table, sipping their drinks with their backsides positioned conveniently for the men. One of the men said something about bluey had the hottest arse but they were all doable. The girls next to her clinked their glasses together in a toast and gave each other a meaningful glance and a little smile.

"Here's to another lucky night, " Sally said. Juni immediately realised that these girls were seriously on the make, and that they had New Zealand accents. They had not even looked back at the men. 

Then she felt it, a tall man had moved right up behind her and she was pushed against the tall table where she stood with the two other girls. Other men had also moved up behind and around them, pressing against them. The other girls seemed not to notice and just kept chattering away as they looked at the stage and the prancing, dancing strippers. The men had not said a word to any of the girls. Behind her she felt the large man tower over her and his hard cock pushed against her buttocks, he was blatantly pushing his hard on up against her and she could feel it throbbing in the groove between her cheeks. 

"You have the hottest arse, " He said, letting his hand press down between the back of her knees. Fuck, he was soon going to find she had no panties on and think she must be a slut, she thought. This created electricity up her spine in a sense of erotic awareness. She started to feel fear and panic, his hand had gripped her thin right thigh just above her knee as he pushed his groin into her. 

One of the girls at her table, with her lips only inches from hers, was arching back and pushing against the man behind her, she seemed to be getting off and her mouth was open for kissing. Was she being fucked? The other girls started kissed each other. The guys started giving encouragement. 

"Yeah, that's hot," They were saying. The girls were definitely getting felt up and loving it. They are sluts coming here for a quick pick-up, Juni decided. The man's hand pushed up her leg. He was going to find out that her pantihose were torn and crotchless any second. She could feel his hard-on through his trousers. Then his hand found the soft skin at the top of her thigh and he whispered into her ear. "I love crotchless pantihose." 

He had found her shaved pussy and she tried to squirm away as he started to caress her. She was soaking wet. He licked his fingers in front of her face and she saw her moistness on his fingers as they entered the lips of his rugged and handsome face. He was slightly unshaven and looked like some Hugh Jackman clone. Time seemed to stand still.

Juni knew why the girls came to this club, it was an easy way to get off, pick up, or just get some man attention. Plenty of her less attractive girlfriends had to resort to cheap pubs and clubs to get interest from a man. The good men were all so picky, if you wanted one and you were an average girl, what could you do? The girls all realised that most men were easy pickings at the end of a long night of drinking. Juni recognised that the girls next to her were heavier than her and that they would look quite average with normal lighting and no makeup. 

Juni felt trapped, she was aroused but still disgusted by the Aussie's blatant approach, grabbing her legs and seeking out her cunt, not even bothering with even a casual introduction. She squirmed as she felt his hand shoot up to the top of the back of her legs, pulling up her skirt, opening up the naked patch between her thighs, framed by the torn pantihose and his rubbing of her wet pussy was driving her insane. 

"Fuck, he knows I have no panties and thinks I am a slut." She thought and pushed her hand back and tried to grab his thick wrist to stop him mauling her. Then, while she held his wrist, she felt his huge cock bounce on her hand. "Shit, his cock is out, he is going to fuck me right here." She realised in panic.

She saw the other girls were pretending to get into it. Suddenly one of the girls, turned to the side and said to her man "It's gonna be 290 tonight or you can fuck off," Shit, they were hookers.

Juni tried to shut her legs quickly. They thought she was a hooker! But Juni has a large heart-shaped gap at the top of her thighs, giving the man's hand room to move. He continued rubbing her pussy, pushing her back towards the table with his left forearm, trapping her while delved into her swollen wetness with his fingers. She was panting with desperation and arousal. He suddenly impaled her with two of his fingers and she immediately felt her wetness grow exponentially. Her pussy gave every indication that it just wanted to be fucked. 

Juni, the innocent young woman, definitely did not. She was still dismayed and astounded, even a little sickened by her body's reaction to yet another unwanted invasion of her most private parts. The man removed his right arm as she felt him move slightly to position his cock with his hand while he still had his hard fingers buried in her twat. There was a chance of escape as she was suddenly not pinned to the table. She felt the tip of his cock start to penetrate her lips. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body wanted to be fucked, it needed to be fucked. But not here, not like this. What about Jason?

Juni whirled to the side in a dancer's deft pirouette and slipped from his reach, ducking into the protective anonymity of the crowd. Her pussy was pulsing, complaining about the loss of stimulation. She pulled down her skirt. Thank God, she thought, and glancing back she saw that the man was trying to follow her, pushing towards her in the crowd. She saw the other girls were leaning back against their men, clearly getting fucked. Juni wondered how often they did this. Isn't this illegal in public, she thought.

"Men are totally disgusting," She realised. "They just feel you up and want to dominate and fuck you." 

Through a glass window in a private room, she saw three naked strippers rubbing their pussies on the laps of several men. It was not just men who are horny and using their sex, she thought. The strippers are using their bodies to milk all of that money out of the men. The girls each had many fifty and one hundred dollar notes in their garters. "Look how much money are they making?" Juni thought. 

Maybe it's a reasonable way to make good money for less well educated girls, thought Juni. It is completely legal, afterall. As juni squeezed past groups of men, away from the aussie who pursued her, she also realised that Sally and Shelly, surely not their real names, had gone to the club for sexual thrills. She had never noticed before just how affected by sex everyone was. Maybe we are all types of sex addicts, she thought. That man is like he has been driven insane by me now, or by my pussy, he started it up and now he needs to cum in me. She felt his need and it electrified her. She felt like a hunted doe and he was the hunter. Suddenly someone grabbed her around the waist.

"There you are," said Yoshi, with relief. "Katsuro wants you to stay with his group, so you are safe and do not get lost." He grabbed her arm and led her back to the Japanese group. A waitress passed her a glass of champagne and said she was lucky that the men had bought her a bottomless glass. Several of the men surrounded her and wanted to click glasses but they were too close and she could feel their breath on her neck and she found they were all trying to push themselves against her again. At least she felt strangely safe and protected by their presence. She realised with embarrassment though that her pussy was still on fire, hot and wet and its familiar musky odour sought its way into her nostrils.

"Can they all smell me?" she thought. "How embarrassing." 

Then, in her drunken reality, she just giggled at the absurdity of the situation. It had gone beyond comprehension. They had molested her, effectively raped her, taken her underwear and were now dry-fucking her in a crowded strip club and she had no way to take back control, to get back at them or even make a complaint, because of the lurid nature of Katsuro's video. She was trapped, a little afraid and still very aroused. She giggled again, the alcohol was making her take all of it in her stride, thank God. She remembered thinking though, in a moment of clarity, that if Katsuro had set out to blackmail her into doing whatever he wanted, that he could not have conducted the operation any more seamlessly.

The feeling of the cooling air on her wet sex and her recall of the Aussie's attempted rape, was making her hot again. The waitress brought them a tray of tequila shots that she had with Yoshi and Katsuro and some other men. 

Juni drunkenly thought, "These are my rapists and we are having cocktails, it is all so polite." Suddenly she burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all.

The waitress asked if she was alright and Juni thought her to be warm, friendly and strangely intelligent. It turned out that her name was Rani and she was a beautiful dark-skinned Indian student, dressed in a sexy slave girl costume, with a g-string and bra and veils of material falling from a little waistband. She said she was working but also checking out the club, considering if she should strip for extra cash. Juni thought Rani might help her and she told her that she had just been raped. 

Rani said, "Sure you have - haven't we all? There are girls over there still being raped ..." She paused before adding the punchline, "And they keep coming back every week." She waved her hand around the bar and burst out laughing. Juni could not make her understand that it was not a joke, that she did not come to the club to pickup men. 

Rani's student allowance was very small and she needed money for her visa. Being a waitress hardly paid the bills, unless she was lucky enough to get big tips and these usually went only to the strippers. Juni asked how much the strippers earned and the girl pointed to a girl with lots of money in her garters, saying that she earned more than $4000 per week and she had been working for eight years. 

"That's $200K per year," Juni said in amazement, more than twice her own salary, similar to a doctor or lawyer. 

"You are so hot," Rani said, looking her up and down. "You could easily make that much. More than that much." 

Juni spluttered, "It's not my thing." In reality, Juni was astounded that the comparison was even being made, she had never seen herself as THAT attractive.

Rani just laughed at her again, it seemed inconceivable to her that a girl would not seriously consider earning this much money.

Meanwhile Katsuro was talking to the club owner and one of the bouncers at the bar, he put something in his pocket and returned with Juni's drink. The Maori bouncer looked like he came from a rock quarry, in fact he looked like the rocks themselves. He had the men follow him to a private room at the back of the club. It had long bench seats around the wall and several tables with finger food, champagne and saki in ice buckets. Katsuro came up behind her, put his arm around Juni's waist and ran his lips up her neck to her ear and she gasped at the subtle thrill of his breath. 

He whispered something like, "Come and watch the dancers with us, my little slut."

Juni felt disgusted with his label but she could not deny she felt a little excited at the same time. She was in sensual overload again, with naked women everywhere and waitresses dressed like slave-girls. She knew that to Katsuro he might be thinking she had been acting like a .. slut .. even if it was unintentional and forced upon her. Afterall, she knew that he knew she had done nothing to object to her treatment so far. Did he think that this meant she was giving her tacit approval to his lustful advances?

At least eight strippers were in the room, dancing provocatively in their harem costumes. Some of them were pulled over by the men and asked for lap dances and the girls immediately started writhing to the music, dancing as sensually with their hips, like belly dancers with their hands in the air, arching their backs and pushing their breasts out. They created a surreal atmosphere, a picture of decadence and sexual depravity in the darkened room with its red and blue lighting and strange eastern music that worked synchronistically with the girls sensual dance moves. Juni, as a skilled ballet dancer, admired the girls skills, they were totally in control and beautifully balanced as they creatively choreographed their dance for best effect. When two girls passed each other their lips would brush each other, in what must be, Juni assumed, mock arousal. But for Juni the effect was real and she felt again the familiar moistness grow between her legs. 

"What is happening to me?" she thought, "Why is my body acting so slutty?" 

Juni had never witnessed strippers this close. Two girls had mounted the laps of the men on either side of Yoshi and Katsuro, who were seated on either side of her. There was a very sexy and very beautiful blonde stripper in front of her, she was very thin and a little taller than Juni. Her waist and hips were tiny and her breast must only be 32B Juni estimated, not the usual fake breasted bimbo you would expect to find at a strip club. The girl wore a red open crotched harem pants and red mini-bikini with sequins, her hands were in the air and she was rolling her hips around, displaying her thin waist. Juni drank in the vision of the girl's sensual dance moves. 

Juni found herself thinking, "Her body is like mine but my breasts are larger." With a flush of embarrassment Juni saw that Rani was correct, that she could easily be a successful stripper, too, if looks and dancing were all it took. She pushed the thought from her mind and began to realise that she was becoming dizzy and euphoric. Something was different, she felt overwhelming affection towards the stripper and the men and began smiling and laughing without apparent cause or reason. The feeling reminded her of something vaguely familiar that happened once to her and a friend at a university party. Surely Katsuro had not spiked her drink? 

Before she noticed, the blonde stripper, known as Shana, was dancing very close, then she mounted the seat, with a thin thigh on either side of Juni's thighs. She proceeded to give Juni her first lap-dance. Katsuro had thought that this would be amusing and given Shana a significant tip. He held Juni's right hand and then she felt that Yoshi was holding the left. She realised she was immobilised again by her two men, but she did not fight. She was dizzy, and feeling smothered by the girl's perfume and the sensual touch of her velvet soft skin. Juni herself was tingling all over from the effects of the powerful drug. 

The stripper was kissing Juni's neck and her lips and she felt she floated into another dimension. She was floating in another realm of consciousness. Shana was rubbing against her breasts, freeing them from the confines of Juni's bra, rubbing Juni's soft breasts against her own. Juni was being overcome by arousal, unable to move, as her hands were bound in those of her men. 

"Am I thinking of these men as mine, my own two rapists?" Juni laughed at the stupidity of her own thoughts. 

The stripper started to rub her pussy on Juni's left thigh by slowly thrusting her hips forward and back, pushing up and down on Juni's leg. She noticed that the girl was now nude. Time was drifting around in her mind. There were gaps in memory and in what she could see and understand. Then she looked and saw that all the girls were nude, dry humping the guys around the room, dancing one song with one man and then moving on to the other. Shana had torn a larger hole in Juni's pantihose and she could feel the girl's wetness on her thigh, she was not acting, she was definitely turned on. Suddenly, Shana gasped and her body jerked with spasms and Juni realised that the girl had had an orgasm on her leg. Juni felt her own wetness gather between her legs. 

"I must be wetting the back of my skirt," she thought vaguely but it was from a distant place and seemed to be unimportant. 




Possum Ch. 02



Shana then had her lips engulfing Juni's and she realised that the girl had been kissing her throughout her orgasm. 

"You are so fucking sexy", Shana said. "I want to eat you." Juni felt her pussy suddenly grip hard and she recognised the intensity of her own arousal, like it had risen sharpely from within her hidden world. It was like she was hopelessly immersed in an insanely erotic dream.

When Juni looked to the side, Yoshi and Katsuro had a different naked girl on their laps and they had long let go of her hands. Katsuro had chosen a taller dark-haired girl with large breasts and Yoshi had a thin asian brunette who was pushing her small breasts into his face and he was sucking on her nipples. Juni gasped as she realised what she was being made to be part of.

Suddenly, there was a hand up under her skirt, rubbing into her wetness and Juni began to realise that she would cum. It was Shana. Juni arched her back and cried out in bliss as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The girl kept pushing her fingers into Juni's pussy, raising her level of orgasmic intensity. Juni cried out again and again as she came. She opened her eyes and realised that everyone had turned to watch her and she felt a ripple of excitement and peaked again, feeling all the eyes in the room on her. She recognised she was getting off even more because of their voyeuristic attention. The strippers seemed in awe of her sensuality and some of the men groaned and came in their pants without further stimulation, such was their excitement at the involuntary orgasm of the smoking hot blonde with the angelic face. It was absolutely incredible, and Yoshi and Katsuro both kissed her neck and whispered into her ear what a gorgeous little slut she was. 

Katsuro said, "You are the icing on my holiday, little one. I cannot wait for all the enjoyment you are going to give me over the next few weeks."

"I can't." Juni said instinctively, although her words seemed distant. She was still coming down from her peak. "I can't. I am not a slut, I am not a whore. I need to get home. You can't do this to me. This is like. .. Rape."

"No one has raped you," Katsuro said, his words seemingly blending together in a long diatribe. "The videos show that you have enjoyed every second of the love we have shown you. Do you think you are going to the police? What will you say? You had a lap dance in a club that you entered of your own accord and the stripper and your own excitement bought you to orgasm. It is a story I am sure will entertain the officers, particularly when we show them your video." He smiled a hard smile of pure dominance and she felt fear for her future.

"We are going to open your eyes up to a new universe of love", Yoshi said. Juni turned towards him and saw his smile was filled with warmth and love for her. She felt confusionin her drug-addled mind. After this moment of existential disclosure, Juni passed back into semi-consciousness. 

The next thing she realised was that Juni was dancing with the blonde stripper, who was kissing her breasts, jutting up over her low-cut top. They were writhing together in front of all the men. Some were watching them and others were enjoying the attentions of the other strippers. The stripper danced erotically with her and she found herself mirror the girl's dancing. She was dancing like a stripper, except she was still in her suit. She saw visions of women through the ages dancing for men, back to the beginning of time. It was surreal and time was warping, like she was in a Dali painting.

They left the private room and were in a sea of people in the main club area. Juni was dancing with total abandon with Yoshi, being amazed at his flexibility and rhythm. Something about the drug was making her love to dance. 

"Your dancing is too good." Juni observed, drunkenly. "You don't look Japanese." 

She wondered vaguely if she might have been a little racist. 

"I grew up in Australia." Yoshi replied simply, smiling. "I used to go to all the clubs." 

She found his smile hynotic and thought he looked very handsome and lovable. 

Suddenly a huge arm grabbed her around the waist and dragged her away from Yoshi, there was a mouth on hers and a hand covering one of her buttocks, squeezing and kneading. She tried to push away from the man and realised that she was in the clutches of the tall Aussie with the hard, strong body. He lifted her up off the ground easily and pulled her close, walking backwards as he went with his hand holding her up with his hand under her arse, drawing her into the crowd and away from the Japanese men. It happened so quickly that she had no time to move. He pushed her against a wall and she realised he had opened her legs and was pushing himself between them. He grabbed her hand and made her grip his huge cock, her fingers could not encircle it and she cried out. It was huge and hard and throbbing. 

"Why do men get so turned on by me?" She asked herself in panic as she gripped his cock, trying to push it away. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.

Then, suddenly, she felt the tip of the huge phallus push into her, opening her up for him. She realised that her pussy was very wet, that she felt horny and ready for him. She cried out as he pushed a fraction deeper. She was being raped.

"Oooooh," She cried out, in desperation and urgent arousal.

His voice was deep and gruff but filled with need and passion. He began whispering into her ear. 

"You are the sexiest slut in here." He said, as he manouevred her around on his cock, trying to find how he could impale himself further into her soft, warm love cavern. "You are a hot, sexy slut to come to the strip club looking for someone to fuck, with your waxed cunt and crotchless pantihose. You need a man like me to keep you under control."

Juni's eyes were wide open and she tried to say something but nothing emerged from her mouth, as she felt his cock opening her and her pussy welcoming its invasion. She gasped in shock at his hardness and her pussy's reaction, sucking at the tip of his member. She started to moan in arousal and submision. He body wanted to be fucked. Was it just the drugs?

The drugs and drink had had significant effect. She was helpless to stop the Aussie from putting his hands under her skirt, squeezing her arse and lifting her up so he could impale himself into her. He wrapped her legs around him, holding her up with his arms, his hands on her naked buttocks. She was balanced with just his huge cock head inside her, she felt her pussy pulse, it seemed as if it was trying to suck his cock into her, to rape herself on it. She tried to push at his chest. 

The huge aussie laughed at her, fully understadning how turned on she was becoming. He bit into the soft flesh of her neck. Jodi was trying to fight but all she could muster was a soft moan as he pushed more of himself into her. She knew it was only the first inch or so. It was so big and she was so tight. Her mouth opened and he kissed her deeply. She did not react even though her mouth was open and he searched it with his tongue. She was so horny that she began to feel her back arch and her pussy pulsed again. She was on the verge of cumming. 

"Could anything more happen to me today?" she thought. "Is it the drug making me think like this? Everyone is just using me. Who is this rapist? How can he just take me like this in the club? Why am I stuck on his cock?"

She felt the wall pressd up against her back and realised he was going to rape her against it. A group of men had gathered around to watch, as if it was just more of the evening's entertainment.

Suddenly she was lifted up off her feet completely as he readjusted their position. Her thighs were pulled around his torso, he was about to finally impale her on his shaft when there was a series of quick movements. The huge aussie was pulled back seemlessly and Juni landed on her feet, the guy's cock having made a quick exit. The aussie was being held in a karate grip by three of Katsuro's men. 

He was yelling out in fury, "She's mine. I am taking her home. She wants me." One of Katsuro's men gave the aussie a sharp jolt to his solar plexus and he was silenced, gasping for air.

Juni could only shake her head no, she could not speak. A large bouncer approached. With a word from Katsuro, the aussie was quickly escorted out of the club. Juni was safe once again, relatively, anyway. Katsuro pulled her skirt down around her thighs, as it had ridden up, totally exposing her to the crowd of onlookers. No one could take their eyes from her. A stunning girl, who looked like an angel, getting groped in the club totally trumped the strippers on the stage. She realised that her chest was heaving with fear and arousal and she gradually calmed herself down. Katsuro had his party make their way to the bus and hotel.

The next thing Juni knew was that she was being carried into a hotel room by Katsuro. He gently placed her on the bed and carefully removed the few items of clothing she was wearing. She remembered him kissing her from head to toe and making her writhe in bliss one more time before he retreated to his room. He did not penetrate her, did not technically rape her, not with his cock.

Juni woke up alone, a terrible headache wracking her brain. She struggled through the memories of the day before and could scarcely believe all that had happened. After a long shower to clear her head and giving herself the once over, she began to realise that, although she had not chosen to participate in many of the acts, she had not objected. Apart from the bus of course. She had not objected to the stripper making her cum, not objected to the Aussie touching her, or even trying to fuck her. 

"I was drunk and drugged for sure," she thought, justifying her insouciance.

When Juni remembered the stripper who had made her cum, Shani, she rationalised that it was because Yoshi and Katsuro were holding her hands and her body had acted on its own accord, in defiance of her mind's desires. Yet she realised that she made no verbal complaint and she had definitely been swooning in the erotic atmosphere of the strip club.

"God, I just let out my inner slut." She recalled, with revulsion. "Why the fuck did I do that? Those men must think I am a slut waiting to explode in lust. They all want me, all the men; I can see it in their eyes, I could see it in their hard cocks." 

It was with strange and twisted pride that she knew with certainty that she could arouse virtually any man. 

"They must think I am really very sexy." She thought, blushing at her own beauty as she studied the naked female perfection shining back at her through the frosty mirror. She often made lists of her flaws, like all women do. Yet the truth was that these were unnoticeable to anyone else. She seemed flawless to them. She remembered Rani's words and shivered at her thoughts of faceless men having her strip for them.

"I bet if I stripped they would come without touching themselves." She drew a sharp breath and stopped herself thinking of her favourite secret fantasy. "What a perverse fantasy to have after they all but raped me on the bus."

"OMG the bus," she recalled with urgency. "We have to spend the next few weeks together. I need to get out of this. I have to ring Peter."

Suddenly, she had a flashback to her bed last night. "It was Katsuro and he finger fucked me to orgasm again and I am sure he put his cock in my mouth when I was barely conscious. I can feel it stretching my mouth. I was sucking on it, I must have been drugged, it was big and fat. I know I would have let him fuck me, I was that fucking horny. Why didn't he try? Doesn't he like me? Or is it because he did not want to rape me?" 

She remained extremely confused by Katsuro's strange behaviour and rang Peter, her boss, while she was in the bathroom doing her makeup.

She tried to explain to Peter that the men had made her feel very uncomfortable and vulnerable. She said she was worried that one of them might molest her in her tent, or in the darkness of the bus, that she was sure something would happen. However, Peter seemed unmoved by her claims.

"Why do you say that?" he said, in an intensely serious tone. "What have they done to you?"

The moment of truth. She took a deep breath.

"They touched me." She said in a soft whisper, feeling the tears well up.

"What? Who touched you? Where did they touch you? Did anyone see it, was it serious, do you know who it was? Can you identify them? Did anyone see him? Are you alright?" Peter asked far too many questions one after the other. 

"I feel uncomfortable and scared and I am really afraid it will get worse." She said, realising that any details would mean she would have to tell her boss that they made her cum with their fingers and she did not know who it was.

"Do you mean grope or pinch or brush up against you?" Peter asked, as if he was reading a shopping list. "Japanese men are renowned for that, so my advice is not to go too near them and certainly not alone and not at night. I am sure if you stay near Yoshi or Katsuro they will look after you." Juni rolled her eyes. He was asking her to do what was impossible. 

"Yes, that will be easy." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. It seemed to be lost on Peter, or he was ignoring her tone. How could she actually tell him she needed OUT and needed to get away NOW. 

"I have to get out!" she said, as firmly as she could.

Peter was unimpressed. 

"Unless you can explain to me exactly what happened and who did it and tell me if we need to bring in the police, then I think you are over-reacting. I really need this trip to finish well, you know, the trip is bringing in around 200K for our company and our profit pays your yearly salary. Did you know Katsuro had called me?" Peter paused for greatest effect, as the significance of what he said sank in.

Juni was floored. "What did he say?"

"He said that you were wonderful and that he could not see the men having more fun than with having you around. They said you are remarkably tolerant and great fun. They said you have an excellent sense of humour. They told me you were dancing with Yoshi last night and that everyone loved you. You will be fine, they love you." Peter finished convincingly. His voice was suddenly pleasant, like a strong minded uncle reminding her that she had homework to do.

"That's one way to put it," Juni responded, thinking that her sarcastic tone would be enough to make him see the twisted reality that she could not describe.

Peter then went on to say that he was

"I tell you what," Peter offered conspiratorially, as if he was giving her everything she ever needed. "I am prepared to give you a bonus of $5000 on top of the $2000, if you go through with the three weeks." 

"Shit," Juni thought. "Does he realise he is asking me to be a hooker?"

"On the other hand," Peter said decisively. "If I need to come and replace you myself, then the airfare is coming out of your pay and it will only be pro-rata for time spent. Am I making myself clear enough?" 

Juni knew what this would mean. This meant she would get nothing, or negative nothing. Her job might also be on the line, she could read it in his tone.

"So I really need you to stay on." Peter said, finally, without waiting for her response. "Katsuro said he was so happy with you that he intends to give you a special bonus as a surprise as well. I just don't see what the trouble is."

"OK!" she whispered quietly. Peter had given her no choice. 

If she persisted with her argument without evidence, now she knew that Katsuro was familiar with her boss, she was sure that Katsuro would show Peter the video, humiliate her and make her out to be a bitch and a slut. He might even put the video online. Maybe he had already done it? She needed to find out. She decided that if she stayed she was going to get back the video and any other evidence the men had gathered. The made another resolution as well.

"I have to stop them bringing out the slut in me that seems to take over. How can I respond so profoundly to just a little touching?" she thought, confused by her body's own responsiveness. 

Juni recalled how the aussie had picked her up and taken her and she had just hung on to him, waiting to get penetrated. She shivered with excitement and chided herself for remembering more the sexual high, rather than the terrifying rape that it was. She realised that she was not thinking of anything except sex. 

"Was this the effect of the ecstasy?" she wondered.

She rang me, her boyfriend, next and told me that everything was not fine. She said all Japanese men are total perverts and they took her to a strip club. I have to admit, thinking about my gorgeous girlfriend in a strip club got me very excited and before I had realised I was grabbing my hard cock as she described what had occurred at the club. I felt a little guilty but I groaned as I came, while she was talking about the aussie pushing himself into her tight pussy and how he could not even get his huge cock inside her. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" Juni asked loudly and angrily. She had heard me cum. "Are getting off on me telling you I was raped in the club?"

"Yes, I am sorry. Your heavy breathing turned me on." I admitted reluctantly, in the affirmative. "I thought you sounded turned on yourself. You seemed aroused by it and it turned me on." She was still breathing unnaturally, I thought. I was sure she was turned on.

"I got off on your breathing. I can still hear you." I said, trying to weasel out of the trap I had set for myself. "I imagined you dancing with the stripper and I got hard. Then you said he was taking you because your pussy was open to him because you had nothing on. It sounded like a primal ritual. It sounded like you wanted him. I'm sorry, babe." 

My attempts at placating her were not entirely successful. 

"You are a fucking pervert. Are all of you fucking men the same? Are you insane?" she asked loudly, before adding, "Talk after the outback. God only knows what they are going to do to me out there. Is that going to turn you on too, if I tell you they raped me every day in the desert?" 

I tried to splutter a reply but nothing of substance emerged. I felt that I had let her down. 

"Just leave and come home," I said, hopefully. "It will all be OK!". 

"No," she said. "I need this fucking job and I am going to get sacked if I don't stay on." 

She hung up.

Juni came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel and there was Katsuro, sitting on the bed. He must have overheard her conversation with me. Maybe he came in with the waiter as a generous breakfast was served on a small table. He patted the seat beside him and motioned for Juni to sit next to him. She was not in a very good frame of mind, though, with a hangover and having had two unsatisfactory conversations that day already. She decided to start on the front foot. 

"I suppose you have come back to rape me for real this morning? You might as well, you seem to be able to come into my room at will and do anything you like to me. Why haven't you already fucked me? You were certainly hard enough last night when you pushed your cock into my mouth. You treat me like your slut and call me a slut. Maybe I am not enough of a slut yet for you and your pervert friends." Juni crossed her arms over her breasts in defiance, as she stood in her white hotel towel that covered only a few inches of succulent thighs.

Katsuro laughed loudly as he pat the bed, waiting for her to sit. 

Juni had other ideas. "I prefer to sit over here, Mr Katsuro, I am not even dressed." 

As she moved towards a lounge chair near the window, Katsuro got up and let his robe fall open, his cock at half-mast was still very impressive and a good six inches long even though it was half flaccid. Juni turned as he moved, saw his display gasped and stared briefly, pausing long enough for him to grab her by the hand and pull her down beside him on the bed.




Possum Ch. 02



Katsuro began a long conversation about who he was, a senior executive at a large Japanese car manufacturer, he was a wealthy multi-millionaire with shares in many companies, including the hotel chain they were staying in. He also explained that he brought in almost a million dollars a year into her tourist company and that Peter would do whatever Katsuro said. 

This immediately made Juni think that perhaps Peter had set this all up so she would be alone, without a friendly witness, whoring her out like a sly pimp to be raped and abused. Peter had made no secret of the fact that he thought she was sexy. He was also a shrewd businessman and Juni knew that if Katsuro had offered him money he would certainly take it. She felt like a pawn in a much bigger game and it made her very uncomfortable, and more than a little scared.

Katsuro calmly pointed out that he could have fucked her almost continually from the bus ride and he chose not to. 

"If I wanted you then, or now, I could simply take you." He said, grabbing her hand and pushing her fingers around his hardening cock.

"Fuck, he is so aggressive and dominating. Like he thinks he is Mr. Alpha Man," she though to herself.

Juni flushed with embarrassment and looked away, she found that she had looked down and was looking at his cock which looked to be getting firm between her fingers, that were trapped around it under Katsuro's grip. It was warm and it twitched. She felt her pussy start to feel it in its own perverse way. She seemed to have her own opinion about his very big cock.

"You see I want you to want me," Katsuro said, softly. "I have only shown you how I can make you respond. I know more than that. You are very sexually exited by me, especially as you think about how I can make you cum with my fingers. Just wait until you have my cock buried in your pussy. I will put you in ecstasy."

"You already did that last night," Juni observed, her voice dripping with irony.

"MDMA is a very useful and powerful psycho-active," Katsuro replied, as if he were a research scientist.

Juni saw that his huge cock had grown much larger, almost as large as the aussie's. Katsuro was getting very aroused by her again. Juni began breathing spasmodically at her recall of yesterday's assault. She felt certain that it was him on the bus that had made her cum. Her chest was heaving and she felt her fingers squeeze around the huge cock.

"I want nothing more than to take you to be mine," Katsuro said, the passion clear in his deep intonation. "To have you cry out for my love, in bliss."

"You let them use me on the bus," Juni said, dryly; recalling her torment. 

"Yes I wanted you to feel out of control, to know how your body reacts to attention," Katsuro explained. "For you to know what could happen if you choose not to take my offer of protection." He paused before continuing, "And I was anxious to see you cum."

"Your offer of rape and slavery, you mean," Juni replied angrily, pulling her hand from under his, releasing the hard cock from her hand. "How do I know you aren't just going to let them all rape me everyday, anyway?"

"You don't," he observed calmly. "But if you submit, you will be subject only to my desires. Not yours and not theirs. You will be my employee. Think of it as an extension of your job, like an extra contract. When you fulfil it, I will give you a bonus of one hundred thousand dollars." 

Katsuro smiled confidently. He knew the value to money.

"One hundred thousand dollars!" Juni cried in exasperation; her amazement and anger echoing off the walls of the hotel room. "You expect me to be your high class whore, when you are just threatening me with rape. What are really putting to me? What do you expect me to say? No one would pay that much money for three weeks, even for a whore." Her face was flushed with anger and humiliation as it dawned on her what he was asking.

"No," Katsuro said, in his calm, businesslike manner. "I do not expect you to be a whore. I do not need to pay that much for that. The three strippers we chose from the club are going to be the whores, as you put it. Even though they have not done it before. I offered them thirty thousand each, for all three weeks. From you I want something different."

Juni realised she had been holding her breath as he paused.

"I want you to be my willing lover - albeit a paid lover. You will be my special assistant for the time we are here, my PA. What do you think about that? You can type my emails and document our holiday with photos and a diary." He looked deep into her eyes, his confident demeanour was infuriating.

"And fuck me whenever you want!" Juni added for him. He smiled wryly. 

Juni put her head in her hands and cried, deep sobs spasmed through her. Katsuro put his arm around her gently, giving her support. Like a wolf giving a lamb support, before dinner time. 

"What about my boyfriend?" Juni asked through the tears. "What do I tell him? How can I expect him to be faithful and love me, if I am acting like a slut?" 

"That is up to you," Katsuro said, almost cheerfully. "You do not tell have to tell him at all. Think of it as a secret assignment. Maybe this should be kept 'in house' - if you know what I mean. Of course you have other choices. You could ring Peter and tell him exactly what happened to you. Maybe I will show him my evidence as proof to support your story." Katsuro had a look on his face that gave away his extreme pleasure at Juni's discomfort, his eyes danced with joyful playfulness. Juni returned his look with one of sheer horror. 

"Then you would get replaced, I suppose." Katsuro's synopsis of her situation seemed very clinical. "You could quit your job but I am certain a woman as stunningly beautiful as you could get any job you apply for. I myself have wanted you, ever since I saw the pictures of you from other tours and on your website. You are the most alluring woman I have ever seen or met - and now I have seen you at your best, I want you even more. You have that most desirable innocence and emerging sexual awareness that no whore could ever act out. I want you as you are; not as a whore but as a girl who has chosen to fall into my power and let herself go. When I saw you I immediately imagined you stripping before me, down to your sexiest lingerie. I have wanted you for four months. Rarely do I ever not get what I want. This is why I asked for you as guide when I setup this tour."

Juni was overwhelmed with what he had said. She tried to push Katsuro away but he just held her firmly until her sobbing subsided. Eventually, she looked up at him and he seemed firm and hard in his expression, unforgiving and lacking mercy and compassion. Katsuro was clear in what he wanted and in his intent for her. It was not going to change. She saw that clearly. He had set the trap and she had fallen right in.

Juni was devastated. She was also overwhelmed with guilt for her body deceiving her yesterday on the bus and later at the club. She had never felt so sexually alive, feeling her whole body pulse in arousal and orgasm. She knew she could never achieve those heights again with me, her boyfriend. It still pains me to know how easy it was for Katsuro to open her desires to a new world of sexual experience. It was bound to change her sexual identity forever, and Katsuro knew it. He also knew she had little choice in the matter. To quit work without an explanation was not an option. The story would be sure to get out. Katsuro would see to it. Peter would get the video and she would be humiliated. Maybe it would even get onto the Net. She had no choice and he knew it.

Juni looked down but Katsuro suddenly lifted her chin and kissed her deeply. Irrationally, she felt herself respond and when she loosened her lips, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She felt him take her with his strength, holding her firmly, his hand encircling her thigh possessively rubbing her leg and working his way up to her inner thigh. She gasped and tried to pull away but he held her firm. For a moment she tried to push his hand off her leg but her resistance had been broken down.

Suddenly, Katsuro pushed her back onto the bed and opened her white hotel towel by pulling at the knot atop her breasts and it fell. Holding her hands above her head he started to kiss her breasts. 

She whispered, "No, Don't!" It sounded unconvincing even to her. She did not think her soft sigh that followed convinced even her that she was anything but very aroused.

Katsuro was on her now, working his way down past her breasts.

"Wait!" she said, an idea dawning for her. "If you have offered me $100,000 then offer me $200,000."

Katsuro lifted his head from kissing her belly. He raised himself up and burst out laughing. His crackling deep laugh and huge smile, showed a side of himself he had not revealed.

"We'll see, little one." He replied finally. "We will see."

He returned to his task down to her naked, shaven bikini line and his whole mouth engulfed her vulva sucking it into his mouth. It felt like he was actually going to suck her pussy into him. He was eating her -- owning her completely.

"Oh my Go-ood - she moaned - Oh my ... Oooh!" It dawned suddenly on her that this was the mouth that had used her yesterday. It was his lips that had made her cum. It was him afterall. He had not let the others defile her. He had done it only himself, just as he had made the girl masturbate her in the club. He taking her. He had bought her and now he owned her. Then, as his fingers entered her, he spoke for the first time in a soft, affectionate voice.

"You are soaking wet, my gorgeous little slut. I am going to show you more sensual enjoyment than you have ever had. I feel that I am to love you."

"Oh, pleeeease .....," she said, trying to stop moaning out in enjoyment. "Doooonn't!"

"I know you want me to," Katsuro said, in growing passion. He was on his kness in front of her. "Your body is telling me of your desire. See how it responds. It is excited by me and it wants me to take you now. You are mine."

His fingers were working her into a lather and she could hear her wetness as she came. She heard her voice in the distance again but this time it was saying something different.

"Katsuro, noooo. Pleease - fuuuck me - fuuck meeee."

Katsuro did not need further prompting and he lifted her legs into the air and entered her with one thrust. His huge 8in cock hit her cervix and she shuddered in bliss. Her body betrayed her again as she arched up towards him, her mouth opened in ecstasy and she shuddered again and again as he pounded into her, taking her again and again; more than that even, owning her. 

Juni cried out in continual orgasm, realising completely that she was without choice, her primal inner self had given herself to the powerful man. He did not stop then, though, he had complete control and let her come down slightly very slowly, while she writhed and shook with involuntary pleasure. Then he charged into her like a stallion again, taking her again and again with his total and huge hardness sending her to heaven and back, time and time again. Time seemed to stand still. Juni was in bliss -- she had not made the choice. She had not agreed to be his slut. He had taken her.

It seemed to take Katsuro hours to cum, he had taken her with her legs in the air and then put her on her hands and knees while he buried himself into her from behind, then he pushed her up against the wall and made her push her hips out. Finally, in this position he came in her, holding her tiny waist, pulling her arse out and pushing her face against the wall. He pumped into her and she was gasping and crying, his cock filling every inch of her pussy, making it sing in pleasure.

Then he was filling her with his seed, shouting out at the top of his lungs some words in Japanese that Juni could not understand, other than they meant he was in ecstasy. His cry was full of dominance and force and victory, having won his conquest. She was his.

"Is this rape?" Juni asked herself. "If I just gave myself to him, or if he took me. OMG, if I just do this and I have, I will get the hundred grand. Holy fuck, I just saw a new world I had no idea existed, hedonistic lust and bliss. What in God's name am I doing?"

Suddenly the door opened and there stood Yoshi - looking straight down the wall at her, staring at her arching her back in a soft curve back at Katsuro, still impaled on his huge cock, a look of total calmness and bliss washed over her face. She opened her eyes and her mouth as her orgasm subsided. He stammered something in Japanese, in an apologetic tone. Katsuro answered gruffly, then laughed.

Yoshi stared at her naked form and his mouth fell open at the sight of her fantastic body and long blonde hair that Katsuro held in one of his hands, pulling her head back. Yoshi's eyes burned with the greatest desire she had ever felt from any man. He looked amazingly handsome.

"Yoshi! See, now she is my little slut." Katsuro said in English, pushing his cock slowly in and out of her. He laughed again victoriously and slapped Juni on the arse. 

Yoshi was speechless. He nodded and left quickly, shutting the door behind him.



Possum Ch. 03



To bring you up to speed with the story, my name is Jason and my girlfriend's name is Jodi although her nickname is possum, because she has a naturally arched back and little backside juts out like a little tail; although it is a tail comprised of two fantastically rounded firm buttocks. She has booty with class but not volume. She is one of those girls who you see walking along the street looking very tight and fit that makes all the tradies yell out. "Hey, possum." She is blonde and 5 foot 2. I don't think she weighs more than about 48 kg. In the old figures she is, in my mind, the perfect 34-23-34. Her hips are not very large but her waist is tiny and this hour-glass effect is amplified by the clothes she wears - she makes the perfect cloths rack. Yet it is her face that's the most beautiful. She has naturally pronounced lips and long blonde wavy hair and she smiles spontaneously, although a little shyly. When I met her she was so shy she would blush with embarrassment when anyone would look at her, probably because of the dysfunctional household she was raised in. It amazed me that she had no confidence considering the way she looked. This is probably the reason I managed to catch her, as we met over a collaborative university project, because I had weaselled myself into her group.

We were engaged to be married after dating for two and a half years. We had a good social life and met people at the local club every week for drinks. After she returned from her last tour, as she works as a tour manager, her personality has changed dramatically. This has become a major problem, as you will see. 

In chapters 1 and 2 I told the story of how Juni was seduced on the bus to Adelaide by a group of perverted Japanese businessmen, made to orgasm publicly in a strip club and taken against her will by the powerful multimillionaire Katsuro. He also has an Australian Japanese assistant, Yoshi and a Sri-Lankan driver Sanjay.

Chapter Three

Juni felt that Katsuro had stolen her heart. She thoroughly believed that he had given her his love. He had said nothing of, course, other than sexy compliments and about how he was going to use her and make love to her relentlessly in the camp. He had had an hypnotic effect on her. He was everything that she imagined in an alpha male, strength, power, forcefulness. He was the type that would not take no for an answer. This was the type of man that had terrified and intimidated her in the past. Now Katsuro's possession of her made her feel warm and somehow whole. She felt happy, even elated by his attentiveness, that he finally showed he wanted her fully by taking her with his huge cock. She had never felt anything like it; it was so big and hard and his 8 inches had filled her thoroughly. She recalled its texture and his raw masculine power, as he used her and she had cum almost immediately when he entered her. He was irrepressible. He could not be refused and she had bonded with her captor, physically and emotionally. Juni imagined that Katsuro had embedded a part of himself in her and somehow left something behind, other than his seed. Perhaps it was a seed of his love for her. Juni saw his expectation of her bathed in love. She would do whatever Katsuro wished for her.

She did not think of me, Jason, her boyfriend at all. I hated it when she told me that. She knew that Yoshi wanted her too. She had seen it in his eyes. How could Katsuro calmly talk to Yoshi in the hotel room while his shaft was deep inside her, as he held her thin waist and blonde hair while he slowly fucked her against the wall? It was incredibly erotic that she had cum with Yoshi watching. Although, in reality, she been taken and raped, her ravishment had ignited a passion in her for Katsuro that she could never have imagined. She was enraptured with the way he took her. Maybe it was his raw force and overpowering energy that drew her to him. Juni was confused by her bodily reactions. He had brought from within her the wonders of an orgasm of unparalleled proportions.

After he had made love to her, which is what she told herself it was Juni began to think that she might follow him to the camp and do everything he said even without the $100,000. When he left she was breathless with elation and affection for him. Katsuro had left a package on the bed and told Juni to see him on the bus in two hours. He had not explained anything further about the money side of their arrangement. There was nothing she could do about that anyway. 

What Katsuro did say, though, convinced her more than anything else that she had chosen the only real option. 

"If you stay for all three weeks, you can also have all the videos and phones and there is no coverage up there. So they won't, ah, be transmitted." He said. 

She began to see that this potential reward was also a potential way out of her trap.

"If I do what he says and he keeps his word," she thought. "I keep my dignity."

So she approached the task ahead in a workwoman like way, as purely an employment arrangement, removing any sense of self-responsibility for her actions, in a combination of Milgram's syndrome with a little Stockholm affect. She was beginning to think of Katsuro as a man of honour and integrity and it made her decision easy. He was a man of his word.

Juni wondered about the strippers who would be joining them. Would one be the blonde Shana who had made her cum? She began to feel herself getting aroused at the thought and flushed at embarrassment at the realisation that she had cum in the club in front of everyone. 

"What is wrong with me?" She thought. "I acted like such a slut and I can't get sex out of my head."

In Katsuro's package was a very fashionable little blue dress matching her eyes, it was very short and had a slit up one side to her hip. It fit her perfectly. This was accompanied by a set of the sexiest lingerie, blue thigh-high stockings and suspenders, a perfectly crafted blue silk G-string and a half bra that would leave her nipples half exposed. Then there were the shoes, 5in stunning Jimmy Chu Keane rope sandals that wrapped up her calf to the back of her knee. A retro looking gold and pearl necklace set off the outfit and looked very much like a sexy collar. She knew immediately the type of assistant she was expected to be. It crossed her mind that she was going to look like an up-market sex slave. Or maybe she looked like a lingerie model, if she wanted to see the more positive side, since the clothing was all of the highest quality and worth thousands. There was even a special makeup kit with red lipstick and an Australian girl appeared from nowhere to do her hair, nails and make up.

The clothes were so expensive and there was no doubt Katsuro did not mind spending money. So why wouldn't she believe that he would pay? She would earn an entire year's salary in three weeks, tax free! She decided that she would confirm what the strippers were earning when she talked with them, obviously they would be being paid. 

"I am not really going to be a prostitute," Juni assured herself convincingly, with so many thoughts racing through her mind. "I will just act as Katsuro's personal escort and assistant. I am sure I will keep him happy and I won't have to do anything too gross. I wonder if he is married. We have already made love so it will just be me and him."

Before Juni knew it, she was on the bus. The Japanese men had somehow ordered a new bus. It was a huge double-decker with only a few double seats downstairs, a bar, two stripper poles and dance floor. Juni guessed that the upper deck had most of the seats. The strippers had arrived early and the entire atmosphere of the bus had turned into a club feel. There was loud club music and two girls were dancing on one of the poles, caressing each other in a lesbian act, surrounded by a number of men. Juni recognised them as Natalie and Ashley. Natalie was a short Asian Australian with small natural breasts, a small waist and deep olive skin. She wore high heels but these did not bring her up to Ashley's height. The tall blonde was at least 6ft tall in heels and when she pulled Natalie towards her face was pushed between Ashley's overly large D cup implants.

Juni could see the men's arousal through their thin basketball shorts. None of them seemed to be wearing underwear. The men were finally in holiday dress mode but for some inexplicable reason were dressed in a tailored sports uniform branded with company logos.

When the men saw that Juni had arrived there was a sudden and loud applause and true to form, her face and neck flushed pink. She felt shy and almost awkward. She had dressed as requested in the little blue, low cut, body hugging mini dress and accoutrements that Katsuro had bought for her. She looked spellbinding and a few minutes later, cocktail in hand, she was revelling in what was going on in the party atmosphere of the bus. Everyone was smiling and drinking and she felt strangely at ease. The bus trundled along the freeway with its occupants breaking at least five road traffic laws, although no one seemed aware of the danger. 

Natalie and Ashley injected a little comedy into their act and started to tease the men. They were asking men to come and dance with them. The Japanese businessmen were uncomfortable at being placed in the limelight and playfully pushed each other forward, so they wouldn't be chosen. The girls then mounted two men, who they made lie on the ground, teasing them and grinding themselves on their obvious erections. The others found the men's embarrassment and frustration far too amusing, Juni thought as they all seem to laugh uncomfortably in an exaggerated fashion. Obviously there was no desire in the men to be humiliated by a stripper. Juni marvelled at the stripper's control over the men, amazed that the men were being held back from anything overtly sexual by the extroverted eroticism of the girls.

A couple of hours later, Juni was at the front of the bus on a dual bench seat facing the front windscreen, behind the driver. At last she was alone with Katsuro, who was in the window seat. He started giving her his attention by kissing her and rubbing her thigh. He felt safe and secure in his arms. Juni wondered if he was going to make a move and take her again. She was hoping it would not happen in public again, even though when she thought about it, she felt her loins grip and moisten as she recalled her huge orgasm on the bus the day before.

A man from the crowd stood next to her seat and she looked up at him, shocked to see his hardness, only inches from her face, jutting out through his blue basketball shorts. He was leering down her top and looking at the skin showing above her stockings. She realised most of her nipples were showing as Katsuro had just started sucking on them when the man interrupted. He was talking to Katsuro excitedly and pointing to the rear of the bus.

"There is no way he has any underwear on," Juni thought, as she made out the large head of his circumcised penis. 

Katsuro looked over his shoulder at the crowd towards the back of the bus. Juni looked down the aisle, almost bumping her forehead into the man's erection. A handful of men had surrounded the third stripper, the skinny blonde, Shana from the club who was dancing around the nearest pole. She was dancing provocatively, encouraging the men and they were touching her, caressing her legs and body. One man came up behind her and began squeezing her boobs through her half-bra. He lifted her sexy purple bra over her small breasts and began squeezing her nipples and licking them. Shana just writhed slowly in her sensual dance with her arms and hands doing their own little dance above her head, seemingly oblivious to the assault, or perhaps fuelling it. Juni was stunned at Shana's lascivious display. It was incredibly erotic and Juni found that she was holding her breath. She was shocked with another realisation. A second man joined the first so that one was sucking on each breast and Shana was acting like nothing was happening.

"So this is how they expect their girls to act. Oh my god, they want me to be like this. What have I got myself into?" Juni started to squirm uncomfortably in her seat. To agree to one hundred thousand dollars was one thing and getting nailed privately by Katsuro was actually enjoyable. This was something else again. Juni's breathing was coming in gasps, waiting for the next move.

Juni could not believe how arousing it was to watch Shana being treated so sexually by the group of men. Watching Shana was more arousing than anything in the strip club, because the erotic action had a promise of awful anticipation. Shana's dance was intended to arouse and by Katsuro drawing her attention to it, Juni realised he wanted her to be turned on. She felt her nipples harden and felt terrified that she would be getting wet. "Fuck, if Katsuro feels me and I am wet," she thought. "He will think I am just another slut."

Juni looked closely at Shana to see if she felt uncomfortable or revulsed by the men. Shana was openly writhing in bliss or pretending to, dancing erotically and provocatively, wiggling her hips and breasts, writhing slowly under the touch of a number of hands. The men were trying to touch her soft velvet lightly tanned skin, skin that Juni judged to be flawless. Her eyes were mostly closed and never focussed on the men.

"She was amazing; it was the most incredible performance I have ever seen." Juni recalled later.

Shana grabbed onto Yoshi's face and gave him a passionate kiss, while the others were touching her, seemingly bringing her to a higher plane of arousal. If anything she was urging the men to act more extroverted. She reached out and started to rub Yoshi's cock. Either she was an amazing actress or she was getting extremely hot and aroused. 

"Her body sang a song of arousal and stimulation. She was using herself as a tool to play the men. At no stage was she out of control, except when she gave control willingly." Juni thought later.

Suddenly Katsuro was behind Juni in front of her seat. She was turned back towards the action a couple of metres away. Then she felt his raw strength as he lifted her up by her thin waist, nuzzling his nose into the back of her neck and kissing her under her ear. He placed Juni in a kneeling position on the seat so that she was looking over the back of the seat at the erotic scene unravelling only a few feet away. He towered over her, engulfing her with his masculine presence. 

Shana was surrounded by Yoshi and four other men. The two other strippers had resumed their pole-dance towards the rear of the huge bus. The soft rumbling of the road under the tyres, as the bus travelled along the highway, somehow complemented the thumping drone of the club music. They had darkened the windows and there was a soft light show of reds and blues, then a kaleidoscope of colour, all synchronised with the music. Katsuro was then suddenly caressing Juni's sides and touching her breasts, rubbing around in circles on her hardened nipples down through the loose top of her blue dress. She did not react, trying to stay cool, like Shana. Hardly anyone could see her anyway, only Katsuro and his friend, if he looked back down. He seemed transfixed by Shana too. Juni realised Katsuro had positioned her in front of him, in what was effectively a private, dark corner. She felt him push himself into the join between her buttocks and she knew he was not yet hard.

Juni knew she was not an extrovert; she would not perform in public, like she would in the privacy of her bedroom. She decided that she would tolerate whatever Katsuro was going to do to her but would not reciprocate any of his advances. Not publicly, not on the bus. By ignoring his advances she would train him to take her when she was ready, she thought. Surely he would not just take her. She would keep him calm through body language. He might be able to buy her time but she would not be emotionally invested in anything inappropriate. She would retain her dignity, she decided. 

Katsuro started to run his hands up the back of Juni's soft thighs, then inside, his fingers dancing with the soft flesh above her stocking tops almost up to her G-string almost touching her most private place. He did this as he whispered in her ear, drawing out her responsiveness. Juni realised that her dress was so short that if anyone was to stand behind her that they would get an incredible view of her naked thighs and small heart shaped arse, with only a tiny blue G-string hiding her pussy in the little gap at the top of her thighs. 

Juni watched as Shana pulled out Yoshi's cock and caressed it while she stared into his eyes. Then she kissed him passionately. It was incredibly sexy. Juni felt a little pang of jealousy and realised with embarrassment and confusion that she wanted Yoshi. Then she felt herself becoming wet and realised her pussy was thinking of its own accord again. She could feel that the tops of her thighs were becoming moist as the fluid started to run. Seeing Shana being molested was mind blowing to Juni and she was becoming immersed in the eroticism. Katsuro started making little circles around her pussy, rubbing her moisture. It was infuriating that he could make her body respond like this.

"He must know I am ready. When is he going to just take me?" She gasped at her own fantasy of being taken again. She had been hoping for his attentions and now he was generating a smouldering heat between her legs. There was no denying her body wanted him. She felt a little pulse starting somewhere in her lower abdomen. She was enthralled at his attentiveness and gentle touch as he ran fingers around her pussy and kissed her neck, shoulders and ears. Then one hand started circling her nipples and pinching them softly, making them stick up excitedly over the top of her little blue mini dress.

"It must be the cocktails." Juni rationalised. "This would turn on anyone. Surely he isn't doing this to me just for his entertainment. I mean more to him than that." 

Katsuro shouted some commands to the men over the music and she realised that she could understand most of the words. He was telling them to lift Shana off the ground and take off her clothes, exactly as it had happened to Juni the previous day. He was putting on a show for her, of exactly what had happened to her; watching Shana who was blonde, tan and thin, just like her. It would look the same. Juni saw that Shana had the same hairstyle as herself, that she had the almost the same body shape, weight and height, so that they could pass for sisters. They were even dressed in identical clothing as if it had all been planned mischievously. It was like watching herself. She felt her chest heaving in arousal.

"Fuck that's hot. Are they are going to touch her up and rape her, like they did to me?" Juni wondered and she bit her hand nervously, as she watched them lift the thin blonde to shoulder height. Yoshi quickly pulled off her dress and G-string, leaving her naked with his hands around her thighs. Several other men approached. Somewhere a voice in Juni's head said to her that this was not rape but a consensual orgy.

Shana's breasts seemed smaller than Juni's when she was lying back in the men's arms, as her breasts were not quite as firm and perky. One man was sucking on her nipples as if he was going to devour her entire breasts. There were hands all over Shana's thin body and she was obviously enraptured with their attentions. Her mouth was in a little 'O' shape and she was moaning softly. It was almost like a little lullaby. Suddenly Juni felt her pussy twitch and her clit gave a little pulse. Her flower was opening in a primal dance in synchrony with Shana's rising libido. It crossed Juni's mind that the entire performance was somehow tribal, conjuring up the primitive cave-girl in her. Her moisture was running down her thighs. There was nothing that could stop the relentless arousal that was building inevitably deep inside her womb, or somewhere indeterminate. She felt an ache in her loins and again, that pulsing. She was still breathing in starts. She could feel her arousal building in her and she began to panic.




Possum Ch. 03



"Please, no." She begged herself, in humiliation at her body's responsiveness. "Don't let him find out how wet I am. I don't want it. Don't let it happen. Not here with all these men again."

Katsuro then lifted up the hem of Juni's little blue dress revealing her moist thighs. He rubbed his hand around her left thigh where the moisture was and hummed his approval in her ear. He squeezed the soft handful of skin where her thighs met her buttocks. She felt terribly used like this. She felt like she was his sexual plaything and she was horrified that her body had betrayed her. Her responsiveness was completely out of her control. Her hips moved as he touched her and she gasped when he sucked on her breast from the side. Katsuro pushed the little dress up to her waist and began massaging her back and her stomach and squeezed her boobs. He pulled her top down, exposing her breasts and he caressed and squeezed her thighs; although he inexplicably avoided her pussy. Juni was breathing deeply now, feeling that she might actually want his touch while denying it. 

"He is going to touch me. No, I don't want that." She thought to herself helplessly. "Do I? I can't stop him unless I leave. It is almost like I am his slave girl, like I volunteered to be his slave-girl." 

The question of how it came to be like this seemed to hang in her mind before she saw the trap that she had fallen into. 

"I have no choice but to do whatever he wants. Otherwise I leave with nothing."

Suddenly, she saw that many of the men were staring at her and ignoring the other girls. She recognised the looks and knew that to the men, she was like one of the other sluts. Katsuro was openly displaying her as his personal slut to the other men. Her breasts and waist and legs and arse were all on display and she arched her backside up towards Katsuro as she knelt on the seat. She felt a huge wave of arousal as she realised that she was the centre of the men's erotic attention as much as her apparent twin, Shana. She understood suddenly in embarrassment that she was acting like just another purchased whore. 

"No," Juni cried out loud. "I am not a slut."

She turned back to look at Katsuro, to see if he had heard, to ask him to stop. He looked at her with mild bemusement and an unforgiving smirk. He forcefully pushed her head back around again, forcing her to look in the direction of the debauchery back in the bus. There was no way she could stop Katsuro doing exactly as he pleased. After all, she was packaged like his personal whore and agreed implicitly to who knows what? To make it worse she was now obviously wet and horny and turned on as all fuck. As she turned back around she saw that the man next to her in the corridor had pulled down his basketball shorts and his hard erection was pointing at her, only inches away from her face and hands, which were gripping the back of the seat in front of her. 

"Why is Katsuro letting this man stick out his cock at me? It's disgusting." Juni thought with an unwarranted possessiveness. "I am his, he should protect me."

Katsuro's hands roamed all over her petite body, squeezing her nipples, grabbing and mauling the soft buns of her arse. Her body was reacting, responding both to Katsuro's caresses and the pornographic scene unfolding in front of her as if it had a mind of its own. Juni was still imagining that Katsuro would not mistreat her in public. Suddenly he pulled down her silky G-string and pushed his fingers into her pussy. Juni cried out. She felt her wetness gush out onto his hand and she gasped and arched her back involuntarily, with full sense of arousal. She realised she was not far from an orgasm. He was playing her like a violin.

Katsuro pushed his huge erection up against her hip, while he pushed his fingers into her. Katsuro was shouting more orders for the men to strip Shana and feel her all over. He was like a musical conductor, directing Shana's rape performance, while he fingered Juni towards her own climax. He was pushing two fingers in and out rapidly, fucking her with his hand and she was responding. She was vaguely aware of a number of men in close proximity who were staring at her and rubbing themselves.

Juni could see in the distance that the other two strippers had taken a different tack and had the men entranced. Two of the younger men lay on the ground and the strippers were giving them lap dances with their G-string covered pussies directly on their hard cocks, tormenting them with their own excitement. This time the men had no shorts on it the looked like the strippers were raping the men. 

"I am being a slut in an orgy," she accepted reluctantly.

"Rub her with the oil," Katsuro said, bringing Juni's focus back to Shana and her rising excitement. 

The man standing next to Juni and Katsuro was masturbating furiously and she knew he would cum soon. His cock was pointed directly at her face and she thought he would ejaculate all over her long blonde hair, at any minute while she inadvertently writhed around under Katsuro's expert touch. It all seemed so surreal.

One of the men with Shana immediately produced a bottle of massage oil and squirted all over her stomach and tits and several hands begun rubbing it all over her uplifted form, as her feet were no longer on the ground and she was in a horizontal position being held up at shoulder height by five men. 

Shana began calling out, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" 

Her body had arched back and her entire spine seemed to jerk in orgasmic spasms. It was incredible and the atmosphere was electric. Juni felt hairs rising on the back of her neck like she had heard some irresistible primal call.

Juni then noticed that Shana's reaction was for Yoshi. He had pushed his fingers into Shana's pussy, two fingers looking for her g-spot. She almost hit the roof, her scream echoing off the walls in what could have been agonising pain. She thrashed her head back and forth as she writhed in bliss. It was like she had gone momentarily insane. Shana was obviously highly orgasmic and either ready to go, or easy to arouse. Either way, she cried out in fitful orgasm again and again, as she came on Yoshi's fingers. Then, not letting her take a breath, he put his mouth on her and started to suck on her clit and she continued to buck in orgasm, held in the arms of the men, for what seemed minutes. 

The men were calling out, chanting over and over. 

"Ōgazumu, Ōgazumu, Ōgazumu".

Katsuro continued to shout encouragement saying, "Yes, yes, that it, keep the slut going, get her a higher orgasm." 

Juni was almost at her peak herself and her mind was completely overwhelmed with the sight before her. Katsuro's hands and fingers, her nudity, the cock that looked like it would cum all over her, the men staring at her as she apparently looked irresistibly sexy, Shana, Yoshi and the two other strippers. It was sensual overload.

Trying desperately to hold off her own orgasm, she turned back towards Katsuro and said, "Why are you are giving them instructions? What are you doing?"

"Yes," Katsuro said, pushing her head back towards the orgy again. "I am their teacher. Yes, their master. I am training them in how to make lovely girls, like you, into hot little sex mistresses."

"Noooo," Juni cried out as Katsuro rubbed her clitoris and pulled down her G-string. "You are raping them, you are raping meee."

Katsuro laughed loudly over the music. 

"This is not rape, I have the receipts. You are my whore and my slut and you are here through your own choice."

Katsuro suddenly pushed his huge hard cock into her opened, wet, pulsating pussy. Juni cried out and arched back towards his kiss, as he took her, thrusting into her rapidly, making her pant. He had pulled her head back by the hair, forcing her to arch her back as much as she could as he took her on his hard cock again. She experienced just then, how skilled Katsuro was at the art of love-making, as he had brought her to the brink with his fingers and now, just the moment he plunged into her, she came with a shudder and then cried out, screaming in orgasm, as every thrust seemed to push deeper into her soul. He was taking her, owning her and making her his. Every thrust drove her orgasm higher. Just like Yoshi and the other men were doing to Shana with their fingers. With each pulse of her public orgasm, Juni understood that she was an actual whore. She was turning into a real sex-loving exhibitionist and these tracks of thought etched themselves into her mind. She felt her reality shift perceptibly.

Juni felt herself wanting Katsuro never to stop, wanting him to use her and love her. She felt embarrassed she had caught herself feeling that she was falling in love with her rapist. She felt humiliated that she got off on the pure exhibitionism of the act and her own lewdness. She knew she looked like a hot slut, like Shana. It was a word she had always hated but it kept recurring in her mind as a raw fact that could not be disputed. While Katsuro continued to plough her with his cock lifting her to another plane, she acknowledged to herself she was not being raped, she had given her approval for Katsuro to do whatever he wanted. There was no denying that she had agreed through her subservience and her lack of objection to being his sex slave to use for the duration of his holiday. There could be no going back now.

Katsuro had hold of her boobs, squeezing them and she was flushed and felt in heaven as he ploughed into her with his massive cock. He seemed to last for ever. She saw only glimpses of the strippers being felt up through the men, as the girls gyrated on their pole. Then there was Shana, raised in the men's hands, held in perpetual orgasm by the talented fingers and tongue of young Yoshi, who had his head buried in her shaved pussy. Shana was wailing in orgasm in a shrill call to the gods for her release.

Then Juni felt her wrists held against her tiny waist in Katsuro's huge hands as he pulled her back, nuzzled her ear and kissed her deeply. Then he pushed her hand to one side and she realised Katsuro had allowed the man beside her to grab her hand and wrap her fingers around his erection. The stranger was masturbating himself with her hand. Meanwhile, Katsuro had slowed down but he was still fucking her slowly and relentlessly.

"No, I am just yours, I don't agree to this." Juni cried out to Katsuro, objecting to the unwelcome intrusion of his friend. 

Katsuro just laughed softly and gruffly said, "You are my slut and you will do whatever I please." 

"You will help me train my men in how to make a slut and take her to the highest sexual plane. This is what I want, now be quiet." He ordered her. He pushed her head towards the rear of the bus again. Yoshi had withdrawn and Shana was being penetrated by a large fat man whose belly was jiggling as he pounded into her holding her under the hips while the other men had smothered her with oil and one had thrust his cock into her mouth. She had to arch back to take it all in, showing incredible flexibility and she was sucking enthusiastically and writhing in pleasure.

The other two strippers Ashley and Natalie were pulled from their poles and surrounded by a similar group of men who were following instructions being shouted out by Katsuro and Yoshi. Yoshi pushed one man out of the way as he was clumsy in his touch with the big breasted Ashley, a call girl with huge enhanced breasts of at least 36D, which sat high on her chest, as she was being mauled by the men who had stripped off her lingerie. 

Juni then heard Yoshi explain that the men had to be gentle and touch the girls all over focusing on her legs and thighs and feet and arse and stomach and back, shoulders, neck and ears. It was like a lecture, he said that lovers had to be kissed for at least five minutes before, with gentle touch, they could approach anything else. It was crazy he seemed so calm and instructional. 

Then Juni was coming and crying out on Katsuro's cock again while she let the stranger use her hand to massage his. She quivered and shook, as her orgasm hit and her whole body writhed in bliss.

Katsuro finally stopped thrusting into Juni as he let her come down from her fantastic climax. He left her slumped over the back of the seat kneeling on her haunches. He pulled away from her, withdrawing his magnificent cock from her, leaving her with a sudden feeling of emptiness. 

Katsuro approached Natalie, the very thin and beautiful Asian girl who had dyed the tips of her light brown hair, bright green. Juni was shocked as she saw Katsuro's cock was bouncing about in front of him. The cock that had made her cum was obviously only beginning its performance. The men allowed Katsuro full access and took a couple of steps back from Natalie to watch. Juni looked up and notice that Katsuro was immediately kissing Natalie deeply and sucking on her ears, neck and breasts. His huge erection was pushed up against her buns and the men surrounding the pair were humming their approval as she started to respond to his touch.

Juni began to realise that she was feeling a huge pang of jealousy and she scolded herself for even beginning to feel attached to such a cruel user of women and manipulator of men. Not to mention being a cheat! She laughed to herself at this strange accusation. Had he said he wanted only her? Yet she felt that she needed and wanted him even more. She had to pull herself back from her desire to go over and pull the girl from her lover. However before she could act she realised that Katsuro had his fingers once again inside a girl as he quickly and skilfully brought Natalie into sudden climax. Then he pushed Natalie straight over to the back of Juni's seat, where she was still kneeling. Natalie's beautiful face was inches away, her mouth opening in ecstasy while Katsuro pushed his hard cock into the small Asian girl.

"Kiss her." Katsuro ordered her.

"Like a magician," Juni thought sarcastically. "He brings his bitches together."

Katsuro kept fucking Natalie for so long that she was suspended in an extended orgiastic state, rising again and again as the man plunged into her soft pussy. She grabbed for Juni and she could feel the girl's passion when Natalie thrust her tongue into her mouth at the moment of her orgasm. Juni felt Natalie spasm in orgasm as they kissed over and over and Juni felt her own juices running down her thighs. No one was touching her and inexplicably she felt rejected.

Katsuro meanwhile buried his 8in Cock into the tiny Asian's pussy over and over, holding her at her peak while he pushed towards his own climax. Juni felt herself staring at his inscrutable face. 

"How could he do this to me?" She thought. "I am his." She flushed as she recognised the only words that could follow. She meant for him to give her his love, not this.

Katsuro pulled out of Natalie and positioned himself right in front of Juni, standing next to the back of the seat she was kneeling on. If she opened her mouth she could have sucked in his cock. Instead she looked up to see him ordering Natalie to suck. As Juni watched the girl's mouth on his cock she knew she felt possessive and jealous.

He tried to get his entire length into the Asian's throat but was unsuccessful. Yet, Natalie was a fantastic cock sucker and Juni could see the way she was milking Katsuro with her beautiful mouth. Her full lips looked like they were designed to suck a cock as they moved up and down the shaft. Before long Katsuro ejaculated and pulled out, coming all over the face of the little Asian stripper. Juni decided that she would get better at fellatio, to satisfy her man.

Juni, inconceivably felt tears well up in her eyes as she watched her lover come on the face of the other girl and she realised with humiliation that she wished he was ejaculating inside her. She felt jealous of Natalie. Was she really feeling this attached to Katsuro? 

For several hours the bus orgy continued with man after man taking each of the strippers over and over and Katsuro felt up each of the girls. Juni suddenly realised that the man's cock she had been pulling had come all over her hand at some point and it was wet with his semen. She felt disgusted with herself but she was not sure why. She felt she had betrayed Katsuro somehow. But hadn't he given his approval? Why would she feel that she had cheated on Katsuro when he was doing whatever he wanted? Or was she feeling guilty for acting like a slut? Or was she just a well-paid whore? She had an epiphany that shocked her. She had chosen to whore herself out for money, that was the reality.

No other man approached her on the bus trip except, after a while, Yoshi came and sat next to her and his hand rubbed her thigh as he talked gently to her, whispering in her ear how beautiful she was, how desirable and how sexy. How he wanted to fuck her and have her for himself. After a long conversation Juni felt that Yoshi was becoming her friend. However, she could not understand why she felt more driven towards Katsuro than the nicer, more considerate Yoshi.

In the mid-afternoon they arrived at a camping site near a trickling little spring on a gravel track somewhere in the Flinders ranges. Juni asked Sanjay, who was still the driver of the new bus, where they were and he said that Peter had arranged for the campsite to be held for them by the local rangers and that they would not be disturbed here. The Japanese men apparently wanted an authentic outback experience; away from cities, technology, their families and work. However they were not without their conveniences. Sanjay set up a generator, floodlights were assembled and a troupe of eight men quickly assembled all of the tents. Most tents were approximately 4 by 4 m which housed the majority of the men for sleeping and relaxation; while the largest tent was as large as a 10m marquee. Along one side behind a curtain there were three double beds which Juni learned were for her, Yoshi and Katsuro. Juni's bed had four posts and she avoided thinking about why her bed was different. In one corner Katsuro also had an office which was walled off. There were outdoor spas and bathrooms, huge rugs and furniture.

Almost as soon as they arrived an older man came towards her with Yoshi. Yoshi explained that he was Katsuro's accountant and he wanted to explain her agreement with Katsuro. With Yoshi as translator he went into great detail explaining to her that she could be videoed and photographed and that no man would touch her without Katsuro's express permission. She swallowed hard with the recognition of what that would mean. 

If she managed to meet his requirements over the three weeks she would have $100,000 deposited into her bank account on the second last day so that it would be available as soon as she arrived back in Adelaide. Juni was relieved about Katsuro's desire to keep her for himself, or so she assumed from the contract. She signed the agreement without another thought crossing her mind. The greatest damage had already been done as she had submitted to Katsuro and his wishes without hesitation. She knew she was signing on to be the personal escort to the powerful man but she felt that she had no choice. He would have the videos they took already of her and she would have to leave if she did not sign. There was no other choice but to sign. She signed the agreement and felt relief and acceptance wash over her, as if a great burden had been lifted.

The marquee was decorated with amazingly lavish fold up furniture, blankets, wall hangings and warm rugs and bean bags. The generator was positioned some 50m away so that when the music started it could not be heard. Juni wondered where it all came from.  

The atmosphere was surreal to say the least, with subdued lighting inside the tent and as dusk came, flickering candlelight and lanterns, generating a lighting atmosphere from a long gone world, where sheiks might have lived in a similar desert environment, around an oasis. Juni realised that the environment she found herself in mirrored this flash back to history perfectly, as she walked around the campsite. She marvelled at the discrete use of technology to keep the Arabian knights feel, without detracting from its authenticity. There were even large woks for producing the enormous quantities of food needed for the campers and some of the men were obviously chefs as they set to work preparing their offerings.




Possum Ch. 03



One of the most remarkable engineering feats, she thought was how the marquee itself had four large supporting steel poles bound together by steel straps so that each could be used as a separate dancing pole. With all the preparations that had been made Juni began to understand that Peter must have secretly had a very good understanding of what was expected on this trip by Katsuro. 

The main question that eked its way into her consciousness was how Peter could not have known that Katsuro would try to place her under his power? For the Arabian nights marquee to have been planned to be set up with dancing poles, even the apparently spontaneous visit to the strip club in Adelaide must have been planned meticulously. She was obviously part of a much broader scheme. How could she face her boss again if he knew everything?

Despite Juni's exploitation and manipulation into being Katsuro's live-in slut for the three weeks of her contract, Juni was not asked to sleep in the same bed as him, or Yoshi either. She inexplicably began to fantasise about him taking her and using her as his own girl while he seemed to ignore her. Apart from Yoshi training her every morning, with correct slave girl vocabulary and positions, based on some type of yoga, that she practised rigorously, neither man appeared to show any interest in her whatsoever. Juni found this confusing and frustrating. When the orgies started each night she would be tethered to one of her bed posts by a thin chain around her ankle and no man approached her. However, she could see the girls pole dancing and the men shouting their approval. She could see the girls orally please the men and she watched as the men fucked the strippers on the beds on either side of her. It was incredibly arousing and each night for three nights she felt herself get wet as she watched. Yet she could not bring herself to pleasure herself in front of the men or the girls, watching instead in wide-eyed amazement as the scenes unfolded themselves before her eyes. She had been given hours of lessons each day in pole dancing, massage and sexual position and techniques but Juni was sure she was the only one not getting regular sex and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. 

Yoshi would also take her around the camp every day, with her wearing some type of sexy lingerie. Some of the men would pull out their cocks as she walked past. Yoshi would make her urinate on some grass and there were always at least five men who would run over and watch from close quarters. At first she found this embarrassing although it seemed to become more of a joke as the days passed and their interest even aroused her. The men also fucked the strippers out in the open on blankets. This seemed to go on constantly as there always seem to be one girl being attended to by two or more men. Sometimes she overheard the girls complaining about how there were too many men. Yoshi would always make her watch the threesomes and they were almost always threesomes. One day they passed as Natalie was massaging and rubbing oil and lotion all over Shana's pussy and arse. Natalie explained that the amount of sex the girls were getting was beginning to wear them out and the moisturiser and lube helped.

"Why are they training me in skills they won't let me use?" Juni asked herself. 

On the forth morning, when she passively enquired if there was anything she could do for Katsuro, having no expectation that his attitude towards her had changed, he told her to kneel beside his bed and had her suck him to hardness. Juni was shocked and surprised and felt a thrill as Katsuro gave her this small slice of approval and recognition. 

"Kneel here little slut." Was all Katsuro had said. He had slept naked and he brought his flaccid cocked to her lips. She sucked it softly at first and then with more passion, as his hardness grew and his huge cock filled her mouth. As she sucked she could feel the huge head swelling in excitement as his shaft pulsed against her tongue.

Yoshi came up behind her and started to gently rub her arse and inner thighs. Then he smacked her and he continued to smack until her backside was bright red. She moaned but did not let Katsuro's cock slip from her lips. She tried to ignore the warm stinging on her cheeks. Then Yoshi skilfully brought her to the brink of orgasm with his rapidly moving and gentle fingers rubbing her swollen lips but just missing the sensitive nub of her clitoris. She was left hanging. Katsuro pulled his cock from her mouth and then Yoshi placed her hands in soft cuffs and tethered her to the bed post of her middle bed again. Katsuro then called Shana over who had been watching. He positioned her on all fours on Juni's own bed so that the gorgeous blonde girl's face was only a few centimetres from her own. When Katsuro pushed his huge cock into Shana's wet pussy she opened her mouth in arousal and proceeded to buck her cunt on his huge shaft, right in front of Juni's eyes. Juni's pussy was pulsing with excitement and she felt that if she just touched her clitoris she would orgasm immediately. However, her hands were tied to the post. Shana suddenly surprised her by gripping her head in both hands and passionately kissing her, pushing her soft tongue into her mouth. Juni was not able to avoid her kiss and was astounded at how soft and wet was the blonde girl's kiss.

Katsuro then proceeded to fuck Shana thoroughly on Juni's bed for what seemed to be half an hour, making the girls kiss, bringing the lithe blonde girl to a fitful climax every few minutes, until she was screaming out in a huge constant orgasm, while he left Juni hanging and frustrated and more horny than she had ever been in her entire life. Katsuro eventually ejaculated inside Shana's pussy, roaring out in pleasure and Juni felt jealousy and envy surge within her. She wanted Katsuro and wanted him badly. Juni could even smell their sex and her own hungry wet pussy was driving her insane. She needed to be fucked. If they were doing this to turn her on even more, it was working.

It infuriated Juni that Katsuro did not seem to want to fuck her. She began to get very frustrated and felt angry towards him. Nevertheless, she still acted out her role each day, kneeling at his feet when he arrived in the tent, asking politely if she could suck his cock to hardness. When she sucked Katsuro on the fourth night she decided she could taste another girl's pussy and she began to wonder if she would be able to detect the different flavours on his cock. The flavours that she imagined proved that he had been unfaithful to her yet again. She began to feel that she could hate him for hurting her so much. Her pussy would drip with desire, as she could not bring herself to pleasure herself while she watched the others fuck. On that fourth night after she brought him to hardness, it was Natalie that he had lie next to Juni on Juni's bed and he held her firm legs wide as he pounded his cock into her. Juni could even smell the girl's sweet breath, as her face was only half a pillow away from her own and Juni felt her body writhing in synchronous arousal as the girl reached her peak and cried out, arching her back in orgiastic bliss, as a masterful Katsuro bought her to climax again and again. Juni could again smell his semen as he pumped it into the gorgeous Asian girl next to her. When the girl came Juni was struck with the odour of sweet nectar, like her breath, her pussy smelt gorgeous. Juni realised that it would not be unpleasant to go down on the girl and she blushed at her own fantasy.

"The prick just wouldn't fuck me for days. Neither did Yoshi. They were getting me horny and leaving me hanging." She said to me later. 

"Why was that a problem?" I asked. "Since they would basically have been raping you and this way at least you would be safe from that for a while." 

"Fuck, I don't know." Juni replied. "After three days of watching everyone fuck Natalie, Ashley and Shana right in front of me every day. I started to feel rejected. You know, I had been paid one hundred grand to be his escort and he wasn't even using me. Maybe I was even liking him a little bit too. Watching him use his huge cock on the girls on my bed made me wet for him whenever I would see him. He made me so horny. I guess I was a tiny bit jealous, like all girls get. I started to feel like a dog on a leash, wanting to get off and do their thing."

"Weren't you disgusted?" I asked. "Didn't you want to leave and get out of that whorehouse? Would you mean bitch in heat? " I immediately knew I had gone too far.

"Fuck you. Yes, alright, have it your way. Yes I was a slut. I was a bitch in heat and I wanted to be fucked desperately by anyone. Do you understand? They were changing me. They were changing my understanding of arousal and sensuality and how good sex can be. It was nothing like you have with me that's for sure. It didn't cross my mind to leave," she said. "I was starting to obsess over Katsuro and just wanted to do anything to please him. I wanted him to take me."

At the start of the fifth day in the camp, the morning after Katsuro had fucked Natalie right next to her, Juni awoke suddenly to find that Katsuro had ripped the bedclothes off her and was dragging her on hands and knees to the edge of the bed. He only grunted at her like a gorilla and put her in the 'I want to be fucked' slave girl position. She was positioned on all fours, with back arched and head up, so that she was looking directly in the eyes of Yoshi, lying only a few feet away on the bed next to hers. She could see the tent his hardness was making in the thin sheet over him. It was late spring and the day was already warm. His cock was pulsing. Katsuro was rubbing her pussy from behind and she was wet, very, very wet. Her animal arousal was as embarrassing as it was overpowering. 

"Not very romantic," Juni thought. "Then I am only his personal whore to him anyway and all he wants to do is tease me. Or maybe it will happen today."

She was turned on by the sight of the sexy Yoshi, who was hard and staring at her. She realised that Katsuro was blatantly displaying her to the younger man. Her breasts were displayed, hanging low to emphasise their shape and firmness, in a sexy pink push-up bra matching her stockings. Juni began to shiver with the erotic intensity of the moment as Katsuro rubbed her pussy and pushed his fingers into her for the first time in days. Juni thought that there was definitely a strange connection between the two men and this felt like a new situation. Yoshi pulled off the sheet and started to rub his hard cock up and down and she gasped as Katsuro pushed his fingers into her depths. She realised she was turned on more than she ever had, as she could hear him push into her wetness with his fingers.

She noticed that Yoshi's cock was smaller and thinner than Katsuro's and around seven inches.

Juni felt herself being displayed fully by Katsuro as she opened her mouth in excitement as he raised the tension in her with his talented fingers. After only a minute she was on the verge of cumming. She felt like a primitively displayed sex object for Katsuro and Yoshi's entertainment. She suddenly understood that this was what they wanted from her, to share her between them.

Katsuro said something to Yoshi and he placed the head of his huge cock at the wet entrance of her soft pussy. Then Yoshi was suddenly kneeling on the bed in front of her. His cock bobbing only inches from her face and she had a perverse realisation.

"They are going to give me my first threesome experience, no warning and no asking. They are just taking me, together." Juni strangely felt suddenly wanted and complete, maybe even loved.

She felt her face flush in embarrassment as Yoshi's cock touched her lips. She felt her arousal build to fever pitch as she opened her beautiful lips touching the tip of Yoshi's cock while her other lips were pulsing and opening, to take the head of Katsuro's huge monster. She felt wave after wave of bliss undulate through her core, like waves of shivering pleasure. She was able to give in freely to her feelings, fully aware that she had absolutely no control what so ever over the situation. These men effectively owned her; she had signed herself over to them willingly, so she let herself drift into her enlightened sexual self. She felt strangely free. Free from the difficulties of choice for beautiful women, free from the inconvenience of rejecting the many men who approached her regularly to choose only one. She had never felt so desired or horny. She stood there on that bed on all fours with a cock pulsing in her mouth while another was causing her pussy to pulse and suck on it. Her pussy was alive with lust and it wanted more.

Gradually the two men stroked the head of their cocks into her. Katsuro was only just into her entrance with his thick head stretching her lips wide, when the huge orgasm hit her like a flock of wild fluttering birds in her heart, creating the sensation that she was levitating above the bed in orgiastic bliss. Blood and hormones pumped their primitive message into her brain, taking her higher than she ever had as they pumped into her, over and over, amplifying her pleasure. Then there was a flood of juice from her pussy around the head of Katsuro's cock. Yoshi suddenly came in her mouth and Juni sucked him dry. Both men expressed their approval and satisfaction. Katsuro pulled out of her and she knew he had not cum. She licked his hard cock clean and she wondered what his secret was. She had cum and he had stopped, again he had not even fucked her properly.

Juni had acted as his well-trained whore and loved it, she adored the way he used her, like she had no say over what happened to her at all. The choice was easy as there was none. They made her come so powerfully and so quickly that she lay panting on the bed in exhaustion. She had cum like a catholic girl who has just discovered the naughtiness of sex and it took her to forbidden and magical places. She was completely satisfied; she was theirs to have as they wished.

"I think you have trained the little slut well in four days, my friend." Katsuro observed. "I think she is ready for her first assignment."

When she woke in the late morning Juni realised that Yoshi was sitting on the bed and she was wearing a collar with a lead and her hands were tied with black silk. She was presented as his slave girl. She wore the strapped up Jimmy Choo's, two veils and a bra that openly displayed her nipples. She looked like the archetypal slave girl, or perhaps a more pornographic Princess Leia, complete with makeup that Natalie had liberally applied. Yoshi had gone to great effort to train Juni over the first week in the art of slave master relationships, slave girl roles and positions. He oversaw Natalie finalise Juni's pole dancing expertise and he marvelled at her ability to hang upside down from one leg and to arch her back, pushing herself out from the pole in a balletic walk over, with her hands down towards the floor. When Katsuro came in for his midday meal she kneeled before him, head down and addressed him in the manner in which she had been trained. Her metamorphosis was almost complete and yet she felt like she had not really even been fucked at the camp. She had come too quickly to be liberally fucked. She just felt constantly horny and she was becoming more complicit in her own debasement day by day.

"Master, can your humble slave girl please offer her services?" She asked, putting on her most demure slave girl voice, recognising the desire that rang in her own voice.

Katsuro laughed, complimenting her and Yoshi on their work.

"You may accompany me to lunch, slut and dance for me." Katsuro said.

Juni shivered at his aloofness. Somehow she could not explain why his arrogance seemed to turn her on. Maybe it was his power and confidence.

Katsuro led her to a table and had her pole-dance directly in front of him. He looked at her and applauded after a few minutes, which made her feel very excited and she started to dance more erotically and sensually, applying the skills of the trade she had learnt. She was unaware that she was inadvertently attracting the interest of a number of other men in the vicinity. Three men approached her and reached out to caress her near naked body, as they would have with any of the other strippers. Juni inexplicably felt herself drawn to their hands, as she longed to be touched and taken. Suddenly as she was arching her back towards the men who were standing behind her, one of them grabbed her around the waist and he tried suddenly to shove his hard cock into her naked pussy. She moaned loudly and opened her legs instinctively, inadvertently encouraging her assault, or perhaps because her pussy needed to be ravished. She felt the soft tip of the man's cock enter into her pussy a centimetre or two and she realised how wet she was and how receptive, how she could quickly come she was so horny. Suddenly the man was dragged off and tied across one of the benches.

"Aishiro, you know she is my slut and off-limits." Katsuro shouted. "You know the rules."

Katsuro loudly clapped his hands four times and people started running everywhere. A large group of men gathered around a table where Aishiro was tied. He was a short man of not more than five foot seven. Not long after, when the tall stripper, Ashley, arrived, she towered over the man. She was wearing high-heeled boots and a leather dominatrix outfit. Ashley untied the unfortunate Aishiro and dragged him by his handcuffs to a pole, re-attaching them so that he could not escape. Juni then noticed the huge strap on dildo that hung between Ashley's legs and she was horrified. It all happened so quickly. 

Ashley pulled down the man's shorts and began beating his naked buttocks with a paddle until he cried out with pain. Then quickly she poured a little oil onto her hands and rubbed it in the man's anus, while he cried out his objections. Yoshi had bought Juni over to witness Aishiro's humiliation and saw closely as Ashley pushed the hard black phallus home, burying it in his bowels. Much to the amusement of the men in the audience Aishiro cried out in pain. Then he adjusted as Ashley was slowly fucking him. His friends laughed and made fun of him being a pussy boy and wanting to be fucked. Then Aishiro became hard and his short erection jutted straight out. The men all cheered and laughed at his embarrassment. Ashley pushed the man around so that his cock touched Juni's lips.

Juni glanced up that Yoshi.

"The ultimate humiliation," he said.

Juni knew what she had to do. She took the man's small penis in her mouth and sucked. He came instantly and his penis jerked three times before it softened. It was over so fast. She spat out his semen. The men all laughed and applauded and even Katsuro seemed to be smiling. Juni felt her pussy clamp tightly and fluid ran onto her thighs. It had turned her on.

"This is so wicked." Juni thought. "I am becoming such a slut and I think I love it. I love Katsuro and his games. This is so debauched."

Juni was beginning to feel that she could freely submit her body to the exquisite pleasures of Katsuro's desires without social expectations lilting her involvement in the decadent delights she was being introduced to. She felt like a fully-fledged slave girl at that point, not one who had just been introduced to it. She had obeyed her masters without a second thought and loved the sense of freedom this lack of choice seemed to provide. In fact, she thought, they could keep her with them forever without giving her freedom. She knew she would probably do this willingly and it terrified her. She elected to try her best, as displeasuring the men might not be pleasant. Especially so after seeing what happened to Aishiro.




Possum Hollow Tales: Jasper's Tale



"Me an' Bill was out hunting one day. Bill's my dog, big assed Redbone with frosty ears. We was supposed to be huntin' squirrels, but mostly we was just walkin' in the woods.

"Now, we was up there on the Avers place, there by the river. Mindin' our own affair, wanderin' down that old loggin' road. Purty near perfect for the time of year. Must have been mid July, I reckon.

"All at once, old Bill was sniffin' around on the road and nosing over toward the river. Wasn't on the track of nothing, or he'd been bayin' and runnin'. He'd found somethin' that caught his interest, though.

"'Go find it, Bill.' I told him an' he lit off up the hill. I followed him on up the hillside wonderin' what got into that dog.

"Caught up with him the other side of the hill, by the river. He was held up on the edge of a gravel bank near Crooked Neck Creek. When I come up on him, he was just sittin' there, lookin'. Walkin' up to him, he turned 'round and looked at me, I swear he was shakin' his head!

"Well, I looked to see what had him worked up. There in the middle of that gravel bar was two people, buck naked! A man and a woman. They was both naked as the day they was born, I tell you! Their clothes were spread all over, like they shucked them off and flung them any which way!

"They was facing each other with their legs wrapped around each other. Hell, I bet there wasn't any room betwixt 'em! They was drinkin' somethin' out of a bottle. Dark blue bottle, with a fancy label. Got it back at the house. Me an' Bill picked it up.

"They were running their hands all over each other. The guy, he got to suckin' on the girl's tits and playin' with her ass. When he got goin' on her titties, she got to moaning so loud Bill and I could hear. He must have been doing her good.

'She layed back and he slid down between her legs. I figured he was lickin' her pussy. Heard tell of that sort of thing. Wasn't long before she was tellin' him all about it. We could see her butt bouncing up and down and wigglin' side to side at the same time! Just a minute later and she was buckin' her hips and talkin' to Gawd.

"I don't know what he did then, but she sure as hell liked it. She was grabbin' his hair, and sat straight up! Looked like a boar pissing on a 'lectric fence, by gawd! She was howling, howlin' such that it embarrassed Bill! He looked up at me like he was sorry he couldn't do that. She whooped her legs up and locked her ankles behind that boy's head. He kept doin' what he was doing, cause she started bouncin' up and down just clenchin' her butt cheeks! Looked like someone let go of a chainsaw! Why, her titties looked like humming bird feeders in a high wind! Miracle that boy avoided a broken neck.

"All at once, she just fell back flat. She lay there just a panting like she run a race and came in second.

"Presently, he got up from betwixt her legs. He was plenty excited, too. He wasn't flying half mast, neither. He was hard as a rock maple sticking out there. And the head of his pecker was as red as Hootie Johnson's nose at an afternoon barbecue!

"Well, about the time he got to his knees, she put both feet on his chest and shoved him backwards, flat on his ass. Surprised he didn't bust his head on a rock!

"She plopped her butt on his ankles and swooped down on his johnson like a chickenhawk on a rabbit. Had the whole thing in her mouth right down to his curlies. She was going to town. She was bobbing her head and swirling this way and that. He was liking it, too. He was raising his butt and moaning like the wind past a case of empties.

"When he started moaning like he lost his dog, she stopped sucking and climbed on top of him. She got ahold of his pecker and lined it up. Swear to gawd, she just dropped her pussy right down on him.

"Then she commenced to bobbing her ass like a Singer Sewing Machine. He lay there, moaning and groaning. She had her hands propped on his chest, her head back and her eyes closed. She was letting out one long moan. Ever time she raised up, that pecker was wetter and shinier!

"All at once, she stopped. She sat down on his dick and just shivered. Her feet was drumming the sand. When she stopped, she leaned over and said something to the boy.

"Well, whatever she said lit a fire under him, that's for sure. She was getting up on all fours and he was scrambling like something bit his ass.

"When he was up behind her, he grabbed his pecker to put it back in her. She crossed her arms and layed her head down, wagging her butt in the air.

"Looked like he was having a hell of a time getting back in! Sure as hell confused me. She was slicker than grease on linoleum when she was on top of him! But he was a pushing and a straining.

"All at once her head came up and she was back on her hands and knees. You could see that every muscle she had was tight as a nut on a brand new Cadillac!

"He got in her, about then. He got a look of bliss on his face, but her jaw dropped and her eyes were bulging wide. Then her butt started bouncing up and down like a loose tailpipe on a Ford truck and her jaw clenched. Her eyes screwed shut and her nostrils flared like a pissed off bull! We heard a moan like you should hear on Halloween!

"Bill and I wondered what the hell was going on. Right then, that girl didn't look none too happy about the fucking she was getting. Presently, it seemed to get better. She had her head back on her arms and she was wagging her butt from side to side.

"Now, Bill and I was wondering what was going on, so we meandered over 'till we could see them from behind. Damned if her pussy wasn't winking at us! He had his dick up her butt!

"I'd heard tell of that sort of thing, back when I was in the service. Didn't think anyone ever really did it, not until then. Always sort of thought of that as a way out, not a way in.

"Bill and I went back to where we were. They were getting into it. His butt was going forward and back. Her butt was going up and down. Together they looked like a steam thresher at harvest time. They both had their mouth open and their eyes closed.

"They just kept pumping faster and faster till all at once they fell forward, just like someone knocked the props out. She was face down on the gravel bar and he was on top of her. Neither one complaining about the rocks.

"After a bit, she elbowed him off of her and climbed on him. They lay there talking and kissing. Catching their breath, I suppose.

"When she reached for her clothes, Bill and I decided to leave. We went home and fixed supper. Next day, we went back past there. Nothing there but that fancy bottle. We took it with us. It's sitting on a shelf in the kitchen. Don't do anything with it. Pretty label, sure enough."



Possum Hollow Tales: Noreen's Peeper



Noreen went into the bedroom to get her robe without turning on the light.  There wasn't any need; plenty of light came from the hallway.  

As Noreen reached for the pink terrycloth hanging on the closet door, something caught her eye.  She saw a flash, like a lightening bug only red, over on the neighbor's back deck.  Holding the robe, she looked out the window.  Then she saw it again, a bright red flash and faint arc.  Her neighbor was smoking a cigarette out in the backyard.  'Why, if I'd turned on the light,' Noreen thought on the way to the bathroom, 'he could have looked right in my bedroom window.'

It was Thursday night and Noreen drew her bath.  Joe had his bowling. The kids were in the basement watching television.  She had this night all to herself.

So, every Thursday she ran a tub full of hot water.  She added the very best bathing salt and moisturizer that Kmart sold.  Then she soaked.  For the next hour she washed away a week's worth of husband and kids, clerking in the Stop'N'Save, just plain life.  This was her time to forget she was Noreen Keltsey.

That cigarette crept into her reverie.  'Now, has that man been sitting out there ever since they moved in?' she wondered.

A young couple moved into Old Man Blake's house about three months ago, after he went to the nursing home.  From up around Ellington, someone had said.  The wife worked nights in the county medical center in Clearview, doctor, nurse or something.  Noreen didn't know what the he did.

Noreen flipped on the light as she entered the bedroom.  She was all pink, soft, and happy from her bath.  Joe would be home in an hour or so.  Maybe she would read until he got home.

Then she saw the window.

'Oh, my.' She thought.  She had been all ready to take her robe off.  Instead, she pulled the curtains closed.  'Wouldn't do to be showing off for the neighbor.'


The next day when Noreen got home from work, the neighbor was washing his car.  He looked up and waved as she pulled in the driveway.  She smiled and waved back.  'They're nice enough people,' Noreen figured, 'Just not our kind of people.'

Noreen dropped her keys on the kitchen table.  She'd tidy up and then start supper.

While she was straightening the magazines on the end table next to Joe's chair, she saw the neighbor through the window.  He was buffing the wax on his car.  'He must spend a lot of time in the sun.' she thought.  All he was wearing were a pair of soaking wet cutoffs and he was tan everywhere.  Sunlight gleamed off his shoulders as he buffed the finish.  'Look at those muscles.' Noreen thought.  'He looks like he could lift the front end of a Buick.'

When the neighbor flipped the towel over his shoulder and picked up his bucket, Noreen realized she had been watching him for a good ten minutes.  She fussed at herself for acting so silly.  'Noreen, you have better things to be doing than watching somebody wash his car.'

That night she closed the curtains before she put on her nightie.

It was Thursday night again.  A week since she noticed the neighbor through the window.  Noreen was lounging in her bath, running the washcloth over her skin and daydreaming.

She and Joe had done the dirty the night before and so tonight, she was feeling especially good.  Joe even whispered to her that maybe she should stay up tonight until he got home.

Noreen giggled.  After a few beers, Joe could stay up a while too.

She held a leg up out of the water and ran the washcloth over it, like Doris Day did in that movie.  'My legs aren't that bad.' She thought.  She wasn't slender, by any means.  'Of course I've put on a few pounds.  Two kids and forty years will do that.'

She slid her hands up under her breasts.  They had flattened out some.  Of course, some of her extra weight had ended up here.  'Joe thinks they're a pretty good handful.' She thought as she flicked a rosy nipple.  She called herself a brazen hussy and blushed.

Noreen checked herself out in the mirror after she finished the bath.  Her titties danced and jiggled as she dried her hair.

Her butt danced entirely too much as she toweled off.  'Noreen,' she said to herself.  'You could do something about that.  Walking before work.  Norma might still be wanting to sell that exercise thingie.'  Noreen figured that Joe would like it if she got into shape.  He might be friskier.

She didn't give a thought to the window as she bounced into the bedroom; she was thinking about Joe.  She flung the robe on the bed as she searched the dresser for that white, frilly nightie, the one Joe really liked.

She had pulled it over her head and was settling it over her hips when she saw the flash of the cigarette.

The light was on.

The curtains were open.

She'd been jiggling her butt like a schoolgirl.

Noreen was horrified.  Her first impulse was to rush to the window and close the curtains.

Just as she was taking the first step, she thought, 'Noreen, if you rush over there, he's gonna know that you know he's watchin.  You won't ever be able to look at him again you'll be so scandalized.  You just turn around and walk away like nothing happened.'

Noreen did just that.

She turned from the window and walked toward the door.  Just out of eyeshot of the window, she sagged against the foot of the bed.  She felt relieved.  She didn't know how much he saw, but at least now she could pretend it hadn't happened.

She felt something else, too.  She felt kind of tingly all over.  Well, more in one spot, but still all over.  She had felt that way before, all through the bath, just knowing that Joe wanted her to wait up.  Now, it was much worse, or much better.

When Joe got home there was a happy surprise waiting for him.  They did the dirty alright.  Noreen even rolled him over and rode him like a pony.

The lights were out, of course.

Noreen closed the curtains, most of the time.  Often, she would give a quick look to see if she could see a cigarette glow.  Sometimes, if she saw the spark, if it was a Thursday, she wouldn't get the curtains shut all the way.  On those occasions, she took her time getting ready for bed.

She had taken her promise to herself to get in shape serious.  She didn't buy the exercise machine from Norma, but every morning before work, she walked the shoulder of highway D for about half an hour.

She was pleased with the changes.  Joe was randier than he'd been in years, so Noreen figured he was happy too.

Her legs were firming right up.  She knew it was her imagination, but every Thursday as she ran a razor up those legs, they seemed longer and leaner.

Her titties were getting smaller though.  This was a disappointment to her until she saw that they bounced more than jiggled when she dried off.  They were standing up better as well.

And she was so proud of her butt.  She was worried that it would flatten out.  Instead, it firmed up and rounded out.  Noreen kept thinking that it hadn't looked this good since she had kids.

Noreen leaned toward the mirror and pushed her breasts together.  'There's still plenty there to wrap around Joe.' She thought.  This had been an especially good Thursday night bath.  So good, in fact, she took an extra long time washing between her legs.  Extra long and extra careful.

Noreen saw the cigarette glow right as she walked into the bedroom door.  On went the light and off came the robe.  'Go ahead, buddy boy.' She thought.  'Go ahead and peek.  You aren't going to see many forty year olds in this neighborhood looking this good.'  Noreen did an awful lot of walking around the bedroom before she put on her cream colored teddy.  She hadn't been able to wear it for years.  It had always drove Joe wild.

When she finally turned out the light, she was so excited she nearly had to go pee.

Joe had his shirt off before he got to the bedroom.  Noreen jumped off the bed to help him with the rest.  When he was naked, she pulled him on the bed for a wrestling match with no losers.

Noreen even got Joe to go around twice that night, though they both slept through the alarm in the morning.

And her tits fit just fine around Joe, thank you very much.

Saturday evening, Noreen was grilling chicken for supper in the back yard.  She heard the screech of a screen door over at the neighbor's house.  When she turned, he was leaning out the backdoor, talking to someone.

Then she saw whom he was speaking with.

A beautiful, dark haired woman was sitting in a chair on the deck.  The legs she propped on the rail were a mile and a half long.  She was the closest thing to a model that Noreen had ever seen.

The woman said something to the neighbor, then gracefully flipped a cigarette butt into the back yard.




Possum Hollow Tales: Sadie Mae's



Edited by A+ Editor Girl (Thanks!)

Sadie Mae was washing dishes when she caught sight of something in the woods, down past the old Buick Uncle Bud had dumped back in '46.   She dried her hands as she went outside for a better look.  

The woods were oak and walnut and even a few chestnuts. Most all were over a hundred feet tall.  Around her trailer, thick undergrowth grew up where it could get sunshine.  Between the brush and the trees and the deep shade, Sadie Mae couldn't get a good look at whatever was wandering out there.

She searched the woods from the back porch.  "Must have been a bear," she thought as she turned to go back in.  The sound of a cracking branch had her looking again.  There it was again, down by the creek, a bit of light brown hair.  It could be a bear.  She craned her neck to catch another look.

She listened but heard nothing.  No grunts, no footsteps, no sounds but the birds.  And it was too tall for a bear.  In the shade of the trees, she saw a branch twist.  "Now, that's shoulder high to Ned Leach if it's an inch" she thought. "That must be a man down there.  What's a man doin' sneakin' about my house?"

She retrieved her gun from behind the screen door.  Holding it across her scrawny chest, she peered across the dirt yard into the trees.  "Someone come pokin' around my place better think again.  Ain't been on my own out here since Old Willy run off with Sophie Chase without taking care of myself!"

What would someone be doing out in the woods behind her trailer?  She didn't have anything to steal, that's for sure.  She left folks alone, no call to do her harm, much less murder.

"Oh my gawd!" she thought, "It's a molester!"

She could just see him, tall and broad with a long ponytail hanging down his back.  "He must be wearing some leather jacket" she thought, "and boots.  I bet he's got a motorcycle parked down on Frog Hollow Road!"

He'd overwhelm her, that's for sure.  Just scoop her up in his arms and carry her back to the bedroom where he'd toss her on the bed.  There wouldn't be anything she could do but let him have his way with her.  "Why, I'd be just too weak to fight him off!" she thought," Not some tall, strappin' young man with a motorcycle and a pony tail!"

There with her on the bed unable to resist him, he's take off that leather jacket.  His tee shirt would be black with something painted on the front.  "Something with a motorcycle and a skanty dressed woman." Sadie Mae thought.

"Why, you sure are pretty, Sadie Mae." he'd say, kicking off his heavy boots," Ever since I saw you down at the Stop N Save, I just knew I had to have you."  He'd crawl up on the bed with his belt unbuckled and blue jeans open at the waist.  Sadie would roll from side to side as his weight rocked the bed.

He'd start unbuttoning her dress, slowly undoing each button.  His big hands with their scarred knuckles would brush aside her sundress, exposing her breasts.  "Sadie Mae, your boobs are as pretty as they were back in 1964 in the back seat of Hobie's Chrysler at the County Fair!  Just as soft and smooth as when you were a girl and I ain't lying!"  He'd lean over and take a nipple in his mouth.  He'd swirl his tongue around as it became hard, "not gnawing on it like Old Ned used to do, the bastard."

He would open her dress right down the front, every button, exposing her front from top to bottom except for her crotch which would be hidden by her best panties, the ones with little flowers.  "Why, Sadie Mae, you look good enough to eat!" he would declare, and he would lick on her belly, just below where her ribs poked out.

He would slide a hand down her belly, under the elastic of her best panties.  His thick fingers would comb through her soft, curly bush, right down to her pussy.  As his hot tongue slathered over her belly his fingers would burrow into her pussy, running up and down each side and the palm of his hand would be pressing down on her bush.

"I got to get a little closer to that pussy of yours, Sadie Mae!" he would say as he abruptly got up.  He would tug her best panties down her legs and past her ankles, then toss them onto the pile of dirty laundry in the corner by the closet.  She would rock back and forth again as he climbed between her legs.  "My, but that is a pretty pussy, Sadie Mae.  That is just as pretty a pussy as I have ever seen!" he would say as he pushed her legs apart and leaned down between her knees.

Then he would run that devil tongue right up between her legs!  He'd be holding her down with his arms, of course.  As soon as that tongue touched her pussy all kinds of tingles would rush through her, just like when Abe Martin used to do that to her back in her daddy's barn.  Abe thought she had a pretty pussy, too.  "I declare, Sadie Mae, that is the prettiest pussy I have ever seen!" he'd say as she leaned back against the hay bales.  Of course, Abe wasn't any older than she was at the time, so who knows how many pussies he'd seen?

There she would be, powerless as this stranger licked at her pussy right in her own trailer, doomed to be ravished over and over by this man with a ponytail and a motorcycle!

A moving shadow caught her attention.  Then she saw a shape move through a gap in the brush.  Dark brown head and shoulders maybe?  "It's a black man down there!"  A black man had come along to ravish her!  She almost swooned at the thought.  A big, tall, broad black man, with arms like tree trunks and a shaved head like the man she seen pumping gas into his car outside the Stop N'Save just last week.  "It could be the same man!" she thought.  "He could have seen me, too!  He could have been thinking about me this whole time!  Thinking 'I just got to go back and get me some of that Sadie Mae!  A fine looking woman like that needs some loving'  he'd be thinking! He could of been thinking that all week!"

He would sweep her up in those big arms and carry her back to the bedroom.  He'd throw her on her very own bed and rip the dress right off of her.  There she would be, plumb naked in front of the big, black stud.

He'd laugh and say "Sadie Mae, you're one fine looking white girl.  You may be skinny, but you have the sweetest little knockers I ever seen.  And you shore do have long legs for such a short woman."  He'd reach down and take one of her boobs and squeeze.  Her nipples would pop up like strawberries in springtime.  "Most times, I like my women with a bit more meat, but you do something to me, Sadie Mae.  You just cast a devil over me!"

He would pull her panties down to her ankles with one swipe of his hand.  Then he would slide his hand back up her leg.  His big fingers would find her snatch and slide around her pussy lips.  She couldn't do nothing, him all big and powerful and her just a little slip of a woman.  She would be completely in his power as his fingers dipped in and out of her pussy.  "You're all wet and ready, Sadie Mae.  I think you're liking this!" the big black man would laugh.

"I think I'm going to have a piece of that pussy of yours, Sadie Mae.  I 'm just going to have to dip my johnson in there."  He would laugh again and unbuckle his belt.  His trousers would slide down, revealing legs like tree trunks, dark brown and glistening.  Between his legs the biggest pecker Sadie Mae had ever seen.  As she lay there on the bed, it began to twitch and grow.

"You're not gonna get that in me!"  She would cry," That's bigger than anything I've ever seen before!  Hell, you're bigger than Hobie White!"

He would throw back his head and laugh, "You bet your ass I'm goning to get this in you!  By the time I'm done with you, you're goning to be bouncing up and down on me singing the "Star Spangled Banner" like you did with Hobie at the Fourth of July party out at the lake in 1971!"

Then he would leap on the bed right between her legs with that huge johnson swinging back and forth.  He'd flop it right down on top of her pussy.  She could feel that prick sliding against her pussy lips even now.  Just the head would feel as big as a fist!

Sadie Mae heard a branch crack.  Down in the woods she saw something move.  Just then the thought occurred to Sadie Mae, "What if he's a chinaman?"  She nearly dropped the gun.  "Lordy, I hope he ain't a Chinaman!" she thought, "I don't speak Chinese!"

Then she caught another glimpse.  He has headed away!  He was leaving!  Sadie Mae raised the rifle to her shoulder smooth and quick.  The old Enfield bucked against her shoulder, shoving Sadie Mae backward as the report thundered through the woods.

Bark and splinters stung the sasquach and a bullet whined overhead.  A huge white gouge appeared in the oak tree.  The gunshot echoed through the dark forest.  He wasted no time in running the other direction.  "This is what I get for wandering this far out of the forest." he thought,"All I wanted was a quiet stroll down to the river and what do I get? Shot at!" He'd hoped that the men around had developed some manners.  "They haven't." he thought.  He put distance between himself and the shining trailer as fast as he could.

Sadie Mae could hear crashing in the underbrush.  It was sure as hell going fast.  "Good riddance," she thought.  She went inside to start laundry.



Possum



The man said into her ear in English, as he rubbed her wet pussy. "Yes so beautiful you are, so wet, you little whore." Something exploded in her head and her hips jerked involuntarily up towards the man's fingers. The filthy accusation and its reality was exciting her, the sheer abandonment that she was being made to feel by the fingers expertly manipulating her wet pussy was going to make her cum very soon. She knew it had started. She knew it would happen if they continued touching and she understood it was what they wanted of her.

Juni opened her eyes wide as she had the epiphany. Her body had a mind of its own and it had decided it wanted sex, even though it was being raped. She was totally confused. She began to pant for breath as another mouth covered hers, feeding her a mouthful of gin. Some was running down her cheeks. She was getting very drunk and felt like she was floating, the touch of so many caressing fingers was simply driving her crazy. The hand at her crotch pulled at the pantihose and a hole broke through at the crotch. The other hand inside pulled up and out, revealing to the men the red satin panties she was wearing, and they all groaned and muttered their approval and she heard the word beautiful many times. 

Then there was the overwhelming odour of raw sex and she realised with extreme embarrassment that the panties had been pulled off and it was her. It was her own intoxicating odour that emanated out. She cried in extreme humiliation. "My body thinks this is good sex, fuck, what am I going to do?"

Then she heard something snip and her panties had gone, someone had some scissors and they had cut the sides holding them on.

Oh shit, she was blindfolded and naked, boobs out, shirt up around her waist and fingers all over her pussy rubbing the wetness around in that slow lazy way. One started to rub her clit and she bucked like a little filly. The men burst out laughing.

She was given another kiss of gin and then was being kissed on her vagina, the man's mouth all but covering her and she heard a loud moan, and a cry followed, resonating against the walls of the bus. It was her voice again, her body was crying out at the pleasure she was receiving. She had started to cum and there was nothing she could do to stop the tsunami of sexual pleasure that was building. She began to give her release.

The perpetrator on her vagina then pushed his fingers deep inside her soaked pussy with his palm up and he proceeded to push them deeply in and up, searching for her g-spot. All the while she was suspended in thin air, feeling completely weightless. Her limbs and body held up by so many hands.

She did not last long and she cried out in orgasm, the fingers kept pushing and she writhed and bucked in sheer ecstasy. For minutes she was held in total orgasmic oblivion. Finally she was allowed to come down and they lowered her to the floor. There was no rape – well, not with a penis anyway. She was breathing in gasps as the waves of pleasure washed over her on the floor and her body jerked with wave after wave of ecstatic release.

She pulled off the blindfold and looked around, noticing that her eyes had adapted to the darkness.

She saw that each and every man was in a seat and she was sitting on the floor with her legs spread and her tits out, they were all staring at her and talking quietly.

Juni realised that she could not identify a single man from her attack, they hid in the anonymity of the crowd. Completely in shock, she picked herself up, adjusted her clothing and walked up to the front seat.

It was a totally surreal feeling. Her walk of shame seemed to take minutes. Had she actually just been sexually assaulted and digitally raped? Had she just had the most intensely amazing orgasm of her life in front of a bus load of Japanese businessmen? How in the hell could that happen?

"Fuck", she thought, "This does not auger well for the tour. How am I going to get to report this to the police? What will they do, interview everyone? None of the men will admit to anything and I can't identify anyone. What if they all say I made it all up?"

She looked across and Yoshi still appeared to be sleeping soundly as if nothing had happened. Christ they just knew they could make me cum like that, she thought. They must do this type of thing often, just treating a woman like she is a race horse needing to be warmed up. Juni felt this could not be the end of it either, they could do virtually anything to her at any time, unless she was alert. She resolved to talk to me, her boyfriend about it in the morning and to tell her boss.

She checked the time and realised that she was quite drunk and it was 12:30am, they would be getting to Adelaide soon but she had to go to the toilet, meaning that she needed to get past those men again.

She looked up and saw the Indian bus driver stare at her and then give her a little smile. Had he seen anything? Would he help her?

Juni was livid with the men, infuriated by her situation. She knew that without the bus driver's testimony she had nothing on them at all. There was no semen, no evidence that was irrefutable and no way of identifying who had sexually violated her. No way of knowing who it was that had pushed his fingers into her and made her explode in the wildest orgasm. Fuck, she did not even know she could cum like that. Suddenly she smelled the sex, smelled her own scent. She was still aroused, very, very aroused. She hated her body for betraying her but somewhere deep inside she knew she had given into her arousal in a totally perverse and primal way. It had driven her to places she had not known existed and sparked her sense of lust. She needed to regain control.

She resolved that she would be on her guard; she would notice everyone and everything and look for small cues to find who had defiled her. Juni had no idea Katsuro also had a plan, or several plans, to be exact.

Yoshi was chattering away happily when Katsuro came and talked to him, explaining something. He spoke in clear English for her benefit and she was surprised he seemed eloquent. He said the men wanted to go to a club on the way to the hotel. Juni tried to get them to agree to just drop their bags off, secretly thinking that she could replace the panties she lost in the attack. Katsuro would have none of it and before long they had turned on the lights and they stood talking on the PA. There was an excited murmur and a unanimous nodding and raising of hands. Yoshi then asked her to stand and the men gave her a standing ovation. She knew what they were really applauding and went bright red, wanting to hide her embarrassment.

Yoshi explained that this was for her generosity of spirit and tolerance of their considerations. Then Yoshi said they were going to a strip club because the men wanted to see some white pussy before going off into the outback. Juni was shocked at his crude language but immediately thought, fuck, just what I need, a strip club and me without panties. God knows what is going to happen. She thought she would faint from the panic attack that gripped her. Crazily, she also felt a pulsing between her thighs and realised she was getting turned on at the idea of being surrounded by so many horny men. She pushed the sexy thought from her mind and thought that maybe she could work out who assaulted her by going. 

Juni had occasionally accompanied tour groups to strip clubs before, as it was a common request and on occasion she had booked prostitutes and brothels for visiting businessmen. But she certainly hadn't been to a strip club dressed in a little business suit without her panties, with a group of men who had just brought her to an explosive and very public orgasm while they fingered and groped her. It began to dawn on her that this particular group of men were likely to have a high level of sexual need and she recalled with concern that she would be later camping with them in the desert. Extra time in the city might not be such a bad thing. She also realised that she needed to say something to Yoshi about the man's behaviour and about what they had done to her. How could she raise it in conversation?

The question resolved itself immediately. Yoshi and Katsuro began whispering something together in Japanese that she could not make out. Yoshi then turned to Juni and said that Katsuro had asked if she had been made uncomfortable by any of the men. Once again Juni flushed bright red and stared into Katsuro's eyes. He did not blink but smiled a wry, hard smile and his eyes seemed to pierce into her soul. He then calmly produced a mini iPad and showed the screen to Yoshi. 

Yoshi's eyes went very wide and his jaw dropped. She could see the flashes of the video that was playing and then she heard it. It was the cries of a woman squealing in bliss at the peak of her orgasmic pleasure. Yoshi was staring, hypnotised by the video he was seeing. Katsuro then turned the screen towards her and there she was on the small screen, her skirt up around her waist and the pantyhose torn open at the crotch so they looked like crotchless pantyhose, and she was pantiless and clearly shaved. The camera view was from one side with some kind of soft lighting and it passed up and down her body in extreme close-up, finally focusing on her face. Her head was thrown back and her mouth open wide, her pouting lips crying out in sexual ecstasy. She was shocked at how sensual she looked in the video. Her body arched up and quivered with abandon, lifted up at shoulder height by the six men who surrounded her. Yet none of the men were recognizable. They faces were obscured or turned away, so there was little to tell them apart. But they all had dark hair so the old grey fox Katsuro was probably the one taking the video. 

Then on the video one of the men with grey hair buried his head between her legs and she cried out with a high and then low moan on a seeming plateau of excitement. She was willingly kissing the men, one after another, after they had taken a swig of booze. The video showed her in bliss, in sexual heaven. Juni started to breathe heavily and was in sheer panic at what she saw. How could she possibly complain now when there was a video of her in apparent sexual bliss with no suggestion or evidence that the act had been anything but consensual. No doubt there was no video of her actual assault. Any ideas of appearing in court with the possibility of this being shown to the courtroom completely vanished from her mind.

Juni burst out into tears and sank into her seat sobbing. Katsuro began talking again but this time she realised that he was speaking in English and that this meant he would have heard all of her complaints when she was being assaulted. 

He said calmly to Yoshi. "This girl is the sexiest hottest most gorgeous little slut I have ever known and I intend to make love to her many times over the next few weeks." He smiled and bowed and returned to his seat. Yoshi stared across at her in apparent shock. She looked back at him with tears streaming down her face, in shame and horrible acceptance. 

"They made me do it" she said. Yoshi nodded and looked her up and down, staring at her legs, as if to determine whether she was still naked, or to see the torn pantyhose she was wearing in the video. She looked up through her tears and saw the light inside the bus was still on. Yoshi's hand was rubbing on her outer thigh. It seemed harmless enough in a sickening kind of way. She thought of vomiting. Then she noticed that he had a full-blown erection sticking up through his pants. Katsuro had left the iPad with him, and he was flicking through the series of videos that were on it. Once again he began watching and Juni could see that he was slowly rubbing his erection through his pants. The only man on the bus that she felt sure she might have been able to trust, had now been brought into sexual excitement by the video showing the intensity of her extraordinary orgasm, the arching of her back and firm jutting breasts, arching towards the sky. She was a little stunned that she looked so hot, hotter than any porn she had seen on the Internet, or in any of the strip clubs. It hit her that she looked amazingly beautiful. That her orgasm is a beautiful thing.

"Oh my God", She thought "Is that really me? I'm acting like a total slut just giving in to them, not fighting at all." The tears rolled down her cheeks and she got out some tissues and wiped her eyes. She realised she would need to adjust her makeup if she was to go to the club so she picked up her handbag and slowly walked again to the back of the bus where there was the little toilet.

Her heart was beating very quickly, pounding in her chest, as she reached the group of men at the back of the bus blocking the bathroom and as she approached they began to rise out of their seats. She began to panic and thought that it might all happen again. Hadn't they taken enough? Was she walking past them like a slut wanting more? What was she doing? On one level she understood that she was walking back into the same fire with a level of acceptance. 

Katsuro said something slowly and softly in Japanese and the men sat down. Juni was able to pass freely, enter the toilet and reapply her make-up. She studied herself in the mirror. She realised that she looked like a girl who has just had wild sex. What else could she look like? She reasoned. She tried to pull the pantyhose up a little but all this did was leave a larger naked patch around her shaved crotch and she noticed that her vulva was puffy, very aroused and very wet. There seemed no other conclusion. She had to escape somehow.

Listening to her body's physical response was not an option. Juni resolved that she would ring her boss the next morning and say she was feeling unwell. She would get him to send a replacement. Juni was to ring me and ask for my advice. Unfortunately, the call never came.

They arrived at the club first.