Chapter 15 - Japanese Disciplinary Action
Mary picked up her phone. It had been a busy day. Getting Joy and Tiffany a
place at an exclusive clinic had been a surprisingly difficult exercise. The
exclusive clinic was booked solid. She had used all her strong bargaining skills
to bump a couple of people and get Joy and Tiffany a place. She hadn't heard
about Jason Highliner's ecstatic demise and, indeed, never would. On the phone,
her secretary, Brandi, sounded a little strained.
"Um. Mary?"
"Yes, Brandi? What is it? I'm about to leave!"
"Um. Could you stay a bit longer?"
Brandi definitely sounded stressed. Probably more boyfriend trouble. Mary
made a mental note to straighten her out about men. Brandi was wrong-headedly
heterosexual in Mary's opinion. Why couldn't she be more like Bambi, Mary's
adoring, ultra-feminine assistant? Bambi spent a lot of time worshiping between
Mary's legs. Mary was so strong, while she was so weak! Mary experienced a small
frisson of pleasure as she flashed back to Bambi's warm, pink tongue licking her
stiff clit. Brandi's troubled voice brought her back to reality.
"You have a last minute client. He says to tell you that he is a Mr. Windsor
from England. He's says that he's new in this country and is interested in a
real estate deal. John Harmon apparently recommended you to him!"
Mary spoke curtly.
"Very well, Brandi. Send him in."
Real estate deals were an extremely lucrative side-line for Mary. John
Harmon was a wealthy industrialist who threw a lot of very profitable business
her way. He had a few mob connections, but what successful businessman didn't?
Mary had a few herself. Windsor was the family name of the English Royal family.
Maybe one of Royals was travelling incognito to make a few quiet deals for Queen
Elizabeth II, one of the wealthiest women on earth. Mary permitted herself a
small amount of speculative excitement.
She looked up in surprise as the door to her office slammed against the wall
and her secretary was propelled into the room. Several tough looking Japanese in
business suits walked in as if they owned the place. Two of them pointed guns at
Mary. The Oyabun nodded at the secretary.
"Take her into the bathroom. She has no need to hear this. See what she has
to offer!"
The lovely young secretary was hustled into the adjoining bathroom by two
goons. They took a video camera . The door shut behind them.
Mary looked at the Oyabun, a short, powerfully built man who radiated
authority. Two of the men with him had video cameras focussed on her. She licked
her lips and started to speak. He cut her off.
"Not a word, woman! Stand up and remove your clothes. Stack them neatly on
the desk. If you refuse, my men will cut your clothes off and slice you a few
times in the process."
Mary stood up and began to strip. She tried to speak, to make a deal. The
Kobun roared at her, a thick rubber strap in his hand.
"Speak only to answer Mr. Kobayashi's questions! You speak out of turn, we
cut off your tongue!"
She stood naked before him, her clothes stacked neatly before her on the
desk. Quite a nice, well-exercised, full-figured body. Not bad at all for a
middle-aged woman. The Oyabun gestured to the floor in front of him. He had a
hard-edged voice that cut like a samurai's blade, not exactly the stereotypical
polite oriental.
"Get down onto your knees and elbows, woman! Raise your head and keep it
raised so that the cameras can capture your facial expressions as you accept
discipline!"
Mary got down. She shut her eyes.
"Keep your eyes open, woman!"
She opened them.
"Spread your knees nice and wide!"
Mary did it, exposing herself completely. The Kobun with the rubber strap
laid down the rules.
"You will accept twenty-five strokes on your bare bum with a rubber strap.
As you will find out, a rubber strap is more painful than a leather strap - more
snap. You will count backwards from twenty-five with each stroke. Twenty-five,
twenty-four, twenty-three, like that. If you forget to count, or if you lose
count, you get an extra stroke. Understand?"
Mary took a deep breath and nodded.
"Yes, I understand!"
"Good!"
The strap began snapping viciously, raising thick red welts. A yelping Mary
tried hard to count backwards.
In the washroom, excellent progress was being made as well. The boys had
shown Brandi how the electric prod worked. A powerfully motivated Brandi was now
eagerly showing the boys her goodies and her sexual skillset. They had
established that she was only a bleach blond. The big tits were real. No stretch
marks or scars. Thick, pouty cuntlips. She was a tightie. She was no stranger to
anal sex. She swallowed the cum nicely instead of spitting it out rudely when
she gave head. The camera captured it all.
In the office, Mary felt like her ass was on fire as she lay flat on her
back on top of her desk, spreading her muscular, shapely legs prettily for her
heavily tattooed Japanese visitors. They were tattooed only up to the neck and
just short of the wrists, so that their tattoos were not visible when they wore
a suit. A tattooed oriental is always bad news. They didn't always want to
advertise their Yakuza connection. Stalking their prey, it was important to
blend in. However, once the gang bang began, it hardly mattered.
The room went silent as there was a polite knock on the door. A soft, gentle
voice enquired anxiously.
"Mary, it's Bambi. Is there something wrong? May I come in?"
Mary jerked violently, but couldn't warn Bambi as a hand was clamped over
her mouth. The door was opened and her lovely assistant was jerked into the room
and quickly persuaded to show everyone her goodies and demonstrate her sexual
skills for the cameras. The meek, gentle beauty with the soft pink tongue turned
out to be quite the piccolo player.
It was just before midnight that Mary, Brandi and Bambi were taken, battered
and crusted with semen, down to the basement. They paused briefly to get down on
their knees and give head to the grinning security guards. After that, they were
blindfolded, gagged, hogtied, loaded into the back of a laundry truck and driven
to the docks.
