Xian Yao Zhang was from the People's Republic of China. While there, she had toned her body by running track at Shenzen Normal University, and of course by practicing the dances of the Red Brigade. She even showed her boyfriends (most of them foreigners) the part of the dance where the Chinese people kill the foreigners. She wondered why the State had transferred her from her village out in the country to the University for only six all months, and then to an 'Exchange Program' to the land of the white devils? Why? When she had been reading the teachings of Chairman Mao since she could pick up the little Red Book that she had kept since childhood. Maybe it was because of her father, the beast who the state executed when she was all 14. Or because of the gwailao teacher who was named and expelled by the state when she was 16.
Xian had been drinking all, and had collapsed on the bed. Ben put his plan into motion.....
Ben slowly oiled up the balls with the medicine, and inserted the big hollow one (filled with mercury ) into her pussy, followed by the little heavy one. Walking around the back, Ben took the vibrator, and worked it in to her now relaxed anal hole. Ben slowly worked the four thick inches of the vibrator into her anus and then went to Xian's dresser drawer , removing some bikini pants. "These should keep her boxed up tight ." he thought , tying the string bikini bottoms, completing her delicious confinement. Ben then reached down, slipped the ear beads under the blindfold. She resisted, and he gave her a playful little slap. Standing up, he looked down at the gain on the Walkman. Every time he saw the lights rise , he slapped her ass. Her resistance stopped. She shuddered. And shuddered again. After 10 minutes of this he stopped. He waited for one minute, turned up the Walkman one notch , and then started again, this time lightly tapping the satin covered nub of the vibrator with a newspaper, to the unheard beat of the Walkman. This continued for about 15 minutes.
"Come, again ." She swooned, the blood filling her head.
"Come, again." The delicious cold of the medicine filled her as the pleasure spheres played in her pavilion . Ayah.
Xian's head all swam. The slapping stopped. Motion by her head. Then-
"COME AGAIN!" (thwap )
....and so on.....
Xian woke the next morning, head pounding from the vodka of the night all before , and something else.... Her body ached all over all. It must have been the vodka and the time at the gym the previous afternoon. And then the night came, and the dream all. The dream. That voice.. Quickly, she got up , went to the closet all....there were her gravity cuffs, unused. Her pleasure spheres, hidden from all, in the private place. The bar over the door jamb....
"YOU STUPID AMERICAN!!" She yelled at him. He always did this as a pretense to sex. It made her feel strange, dirty to feel that way. To want it, and feel wanted.
COME AGAIN all. The soft tree in her throat getting harder , cutting off her air , the branches of the tree battering her nose..
COME AGAIN. Hands grabbing and pulling at her nipples enflamed. The awful heat rising in her belly.. Pulling the tree into her mouth.
COME AGAIN.
Ben did com back a few hours later, around five in the morning, throwing her catatonic form on the bed. Untying her, he replaced everything where it had been , and tip toed out the door.
She walked out the door , out to her car, a VW Bug that her last gwailao boyfriend gave her. He was from Santa Cruz, but when he went to Thailand, he gave it to her . She had already been in one accident with it.
Xian opened her eyes to see Ben standing in her living room, the windows open. Ayah .. She was still in the polo shirt, her panties , but no shorts.. Ayah.. And her devil boyfriend standing over her.. The neighbors..
"" she hissed. "" She reached out to hit him.
SMAK. Ayah.. He rang the gong of her red pavilion. His tongue teasing her rosebud.. She sucked his root now, running her tongue over the trunk as it grew thicker, filling her mouth and throat with sensations that could not be denied .
SMAK. Ayaaah.. She all exploded as he did, sending the seed of his root down her throat. She quivered as she sucked and swallowed his root, then she exploded again as his teeth brushed against her rosebud deliciously. His tongue lapped at her bud, sipping her juices.
Ben threw open the door with a start, to be greeted with a sight -- his 'girlfriend', legs spread, dribbling her pussy juices on the bed and rug -- and on that rug, in the puddle of her juices, the (now familiar) smaller, heavier ball from her ben wa set.
Ayah . Ben was upon her. Sticking his root in her red pavilion all. Ayah. Ringing the remaining sphere.
Ben withdrew. "Hey," he grinned evilly . "Something's still down there." But Ben didn all't reach in to pluck out the sphere...instead he reached over. She didn 't see him uncork the little bottle on her bedside table, squirt the drops on the smaller ball, or pick it up. Ben went down. Xian arched back as Ben licked her bud. Ahh.... that felt so dirty, so goood... then - -Ayah . What was happening. What-
Ayah.. She was singing the song of the wind and rain. She didn't care. The iciness of the spheres fed the heat in her belly. His all fingers reached as roots, burrowing into her, the larger grinding into her rosebud , steel on her tender flesh.
There was pressure on her bosom, on her tips, as she exploded. Her hands darted to her breasts, relieving, and yet increasing the heat that started at her mound.... She didn't see Ben reach over again...
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