ALL I EVER WANTED 05

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED
BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST

CHAPTER V

A Nice Old-Fashioned Orgy

I felt fresh and happy after a good night's sleep as I 
prepared for shooting on the last day of location 
filming. Under Matsumoto-san's critical eye I dressed 
in my housemaid's uniform for the scene. To give the 
viewer of the finished product a little variety, it 
was different from the uniform I had worn for my scene 
with Mr Anson: it was still the traditional maid's 
black dress with high neck and little sleeves, but it 
was made from a shiny plasticised material; and 
although the pretty skirt - tiny enough to show the 
lower curves of my bottom - was wide it did not stand 
out from my hips with a mass of petticoats. In 
accordance with my master's instructions in the scene 
we had filmed in his study, I was of course now naked 
under the skirt. It felt nice. The make-up girl had 
tut-tutted about the faint remaining whip marks on my 
bottom and had pretended to be annoyed with me, using 
a little no 5 to restore its usual ivory perfection. 

Today's big scene was to be the orgy at the stag 
dinner given by Mr Anson for his college friend Ted, 
who in the film's plot was due to be married the 
following day. How he was to do justice to his bride 
after the night's excesses I had no idea, but that was 
not my business - either in the story or in real life. 
The best man, Steve, was also to be a guest: 
traditionally, I had been told, after a Western 
wedding the best man gets to screw the chief 
bridesmaid, who was also I thought likely to be 
disappointed by the time we girls had finished with 
him. The fourth member of the party was to be our 
landlord, whose terms for making the mansion available 
to Marucho at an affordable price included a part in 
the orgy scene and a fuck on camera with me. His 
participation had led to interminable script 
conferences and re-choreographing of the orgy. I don't 
know why, but four-plus-four is always much more 
difficult to organise neatly on these occasions than 
three-plus-three. 

None of these problems was on my mind as I came 
singing happily to myself down the mansion's grand 
staircase to join the other three identically dressed 
housemaids in the main hall. The first was the tall 
American girl, Suzy, looking at me as usual with a 
leering expression I did not much like. Second was Mrs 
Anson: in a scene which had not involved me, she had 
begged her husband to allow her to be one of the 
delicacies on display at the dinner. I did not 
immediately recognise the third girl, but as I reached 
the bottom of the stairs I was astonished to see that 
it was the slender blonde beauty I had found so 
intriguing at Saks the day before. She moved quickly 
towards me and took both my hands in hers. 

"You're Megumi Kato, aren't you?" she asked eagerly. 
"I thought it was you yesterday, but I wasn't sure. 
I'm Samantha West. Everyone calls me Sammy." 

I was so startled to see her as a fellow actress that 
I could hardly say anything. It didn't seem to matter: 
Sammy went on talking. As I later came to know well, 
Sammy was a "toucher", one of those people who find it 
difficult to talk to others without impulsively 
touching and stroking them. It is a charming habit - 
so long as it is not misunderstood at times when you 
don't plan on its being misunderstood! She slipped her 
arm girlishly round my waist. 

"I'm so happy to meet you, and to be working with you! 
I've just loved everything of yours I've seen." 

"You've seen my videos?" I asked, puzzled and a little 
embarrassed. "I wouldn't have thought they were the 
kind of thing ..." 

"Oh yes! My father told me I must watch them all! He's 
your greatest fan." 

Suddenly I realised Mr Otani had joined us. I had 
something to say to him before I forgot it in the rush 
of the day's activity. 

"Thank you so much for your lovely present. It's 
beautiful. And so thoughtful of you," I said, as I 
reached up to kiss him. When I was sure Sammy could 
not hear, I whispered to him, "Now you've got a really 
serious rival. I had a wonderful night - fully wired 
up." 

He smiled, and kissed me back. 

"Trust you!" he said privately. Then louder, "I'm glad 
you've already got to know my daughter. I hope you'll 
be good friends." 

I looked in astonishment between the two of them. 
"Sammy? But ..." 

"I know what you're thinking," he said. 
"Everyone wonders. But her mother was fair, and so was 
mine, so you see, she's only a quarter Japanese, and 
for once the West seems to have won." 
"All I ever got from him," said Sammy, "is this silly 
little short nose." She said it without thinking: it 
was obviously something she often said. She was 
suddenly horror-struck at having said it in front of 
me, and took me impulsively by the arm. "Of course it 
looks lovely on you," she apologised, "but just _look_ 
at a Japanese nose on _my_ face ..." 

She pouted with mock indignation in a way which, I 
guess she knew very well, made her face even prettier. 

Before I could explain what I really meant by my 
surprise, the door of the study opened and the 
Director was calling for me. As I hurried to join him, 
I looked briefly back at Sammy, standing beside Mr 
Otani. In a way I had been right about heels: her 
slender graceful body and, especially, her beautiful 
long legs looked even more sensational in the 
narrow-mesh black fishnet stockings and high-heeled 
black shoes of her housemaid uniform. 

I had a short scene to film with Mr Anson and Ted, the 
bridegroom and guest of honour. It was supposed to 
take place in the morning a day or so earlier, when 
the two of them were planning the event, so the study 
curtains were open to the daylight and the two men 
were sitting in casual clothes. All I had to do was 
stand on top of a pair of library steps and dust Mr 
Anson's precious books while they talked. In the story 
I wasn't supposed to know what they were talking 
about, so I paid no attention; but had I been able to 
see them Ted's lecherous glances up at my naked bottom 
under my little skirt would have made clear, even to 
the innocent Megumi of the story, what was on his 
mind. 

Suddenly I heard Mr Anson call me. I turned on my 
narrow perch to face him and his friend, keeping my 
balance with difficulty. 

"Megumi, this is Mr Ted O'Malley. You will be 
personally responsible for looking after him at our 
dinner-party." 

Ted leered at me. I sketched a curtsey as best I could 
in my present position. His obvious lust was beginning 
to excite me. 

"Good morning, sir." 

"Megumi hasn't been with us long," Mr Anson explained. 
"She's from Japan. Have you ever ... er, known ... a 
Japanese girl, Ted?" 

"No, but I'm looking forward to getting to know 
Megumi." 

I blushed prettily. "Thank you, sir." 

"Megumi is very good at her work," Mr Anson continued. 
"She looks after the things in my study very nicely. 
But she's a bit frightened of the things I keep in the 
showcases." He waved at the collection of whips and 
other instruments of punishment. "Aren't you, my 
dear?" 

"Oh, yes, sir," I said breathlessly, "I can't imagine 
what a nice gentleman like you wants with such cruel 
things." 

"Perhaps one day you'll understand - and learn to like 
them better." 

"Yes, sir," I said doubtfully. 

"I'll teach you." 

"Thank you, sir. I would like that," I said 
obediently, without thinking what I meant by it. 

He smiled, then turned back to his friend. Dismissed 
for the moment, I returned to my earlier occupation, 
innocently displaying my naked bottom as I stood on 
tiptoes to reach the highest books. Fragments of 
conversation reached me from behind. 

"Love to have her ... just look at that pretty arse 
... I'm longing to ..." 

"Innocent ... frightened ... much more fun ..." 

"Imagine her tied up ... begging for mercy ..." 

"I'll show you how." 

I paid no attention. 

The Director was satisfied with just a few takes, 
after which we did the usual close-ups: Ted's 
lecherous expression (richly comic, I must say, on its 
own), my bottom and legs as I stretched against the 
tall bookcase with my feather duster. Then I was free 
again to rejoin the others in the hall. The 
technicians were busily setting the scene there and in 
the dining-room for the carefully planned party. Sammy 
slipped her arm through mine as I came up to her. 

"You know, Sammy," I said, "when I was surprised that 
you were Mr Otani's daughter, it wasn't because you 
don't look very Japanese. It was because I wondered 
why you were here at all. Have you done much of this 
sort of thing?" 

"Well, not actually before a camera," said Sammy 
confidentially. "At least, not professionally. But 
I've been to a lot of parties ... you know, the sort 
of party where the girls take their clothes off and 
have fun ... and I've done a bit of group sex. So I 
expect I'll manage. And you'll help me, won't you, 
Megumi?" 

"Of course I will. I'll be glad to, really." 

Impulsively, she leant forward and kissed me. 

"There's only one thing I've not yet done: I've never 
had anything ... you know, behind." 

"Well," I said, remembering how much I had liked it 
when someone said it to me, "that's a pleasure in 
store for some lucky man." 

By now she was hugging me close. 

"And for me, too?" 

"Oh, yes!" I assured her. "It's like losing your first 
virginity. When you're ready for it, you'll know, and 
it's wonderful." 

She smiled, and gave me another of her sudden kisses. 

"But was this - taking part in the movie, I mean - 
your father's idea?" 

"No, no, of course not!" she replied gaily. "But when 
I heard he had to find a fourth girl for the orgy in a 
hurry, because there was going to be a fourth man, I 
just begged and begged to be allowed to join in till 
he couldn't say no. It'll be such fun! Especially with 
you." 

She looked at me admiringly. It was nice, but worrying 
at the same time. Then I remembered that Mr Otani and 
I were, in a way, like father and daughter. In a way, 
that is, that didn't make our wonderful sexual 
relationship wrong. Which meant that Sammy and I were, 
also in a way, sisters. Before I could pursue the 
thought any further, the Director announced that he 
was ready to start shooting. 

Mr Anson and we four housemaids stood in the hall to 
receive the guests: Ted the bridegroom, Steve the best 
man, and Mr Latymer the mansion's owner who had been 
worked into the plot as one of Ted's old college 
friends. We served drinks while they said their lines 
to each other, reminding the audience who they were 
and joking about the wedding the next day. The camera 
picked out each of us maids in turn, showing our 
smiling faces as we held our drink trays, then panning 
downwards to show our beautiful long legs in their 
high-heels and fishnet stockings, then peeping up our 
tiny skirts to give the viewer a tantalising glimpse - 
no more - of our pretty naked pussies. Occasionally 
the men chatted with us girls and we responded 
politely when they hinted at the fun they would have 
with us later in the evening. After a while we ushered 
the guests into the dining-room, where an oval table 
had been set for them and Mr Anson as host. Then one 
camera and sound-team followed us as we left for the 
kitchen, recording our giggles and laughter as we 
helped each other out of our uniforms. We took off our 
black uniform shoes and helped each other into pretty 
silver evening sandals with very high slender heels, 
strapping them tightly to each other's feet and 
ankles. Fully naked now, we made a grand entrance back 
into the dining-room, taking tiny steps in our 
precarious heels and carrying plates, dishes of food 
and bottles of wine. 

We served the four men attentively and were, 
naturally, a great success in our provocative nudity. 
Then we took up our positions, I close to the right 
side of Mr Ted O'Malley's chair. Soon his hand was 
gently caressing my arse and finding its way between 
my legs. As he tentatively stroked the damp petals of 
my pussy, I began to work his fingers into my willing 
cunt, discreetly bending my knees and wriggling my 
bottom as I had done days ago for Mr Anson, making it 
plain that I longed for him to take me. 

"Oh, sir," I said breathlessly, "you're hardly eating 
anything. Is there anything else I can do for you?" 

"Yes, Megumi, there is. This is my last moment of 
freedom before I get married tomorrow. Fuck me." 

"Of _course_, sir!" I said eagerly. "That's what I'm 
here for! I want to so much - I've been _longing_ for 
you to ask! Where would you like to start: with my 
cunt, my arse or my mouth? I'm sorry I have only my 
three poor holes to offer you, but I beg you to use 
them. They are all at your service tonight, as often 
as you wish. Please teach me how to please you best." 

The poor man was almost overwhelmed by this generous 
offer, expressed with a girlish Japanese modesty he 
had never experienced before, and just managed to 
stammer out that he would like to start by using my 
mouth. I at once knelt beside him on the carpet, the 
camera following me down, while he swung his chair 
round to face me and undid his trousers. Glancing 
around the table before getting down to work, I saw 
that the others were also occupied: Mr Anson had Sammy 
astride his lap and was preparing to enter her cunt, 
Mrs Anson was on her knees like me, and Suzy's hands 
were trying to coax some life out of the landlord's 
sexual equipment which seemed however to be suffering 
from terminal nervousness. Ted's cock was vigorous 
enough to please any girl, and I began to look forward 
to our promised later encounters, but I delayed the 
pleasure of taking it into my mouth. Instead I lifted 
it out of the way and, with the tip of my tongue, 
traced the folds between his balls and his thighs - 
first on one side, then on the other. He groaned with 
pleasure. 

"Is that nice, sir?" I asked innocently. 

"God, yes - Megumi, you're wonderful!" 

"Thank you sir," I said submissively. "There's nothing 
I enjoy more than sucking a gentleman's cock - except 
of course all the other things I can do to him, and he 
can do to me!" 

I licked him delicately a little more, then lifted my 
face and pointed his beautiful erection towards my 
lips. The lens and microphone were very close to me 
now, as the cameraman caught every detail of our 
encounter. As always, the presence of an audience 
stimulated me delightfully. I wondered briefly how Mr 
O'Malley felt, but I guessed he was too aroused to 
notice - or to care if he did. 

"Please fuck my face, sir," I begged him submissively. 
"That would be so lovely for me. I want to drink your 
cum." 

Without waiting for an answer, I took the head of his 
cock between my lips. For a moment I hesitated, 
postponing his and my pleasure, then took him deep 
into my mouth in one slow movement. As the head of his 
cock touched the back of my throat, I took a light 
breath then lowered my tongue out of the way and 
gulped down his erection as deep as it could go. My 
tongue flickered round the base while the upper part 
of his cock was now held tight by my pulsating throat 
muscles. My hands tickled and stroked his heavy balls 
while I looked up at his face, eager to see if I was 
pleasing him. As I felt him reach his climax, I pulled 
away a little - still holding him firmly in my mouth 
but just enough to give myself the pleasure of tasting 
his rich cum on my tongue rather than letting him 
spurt deep into my throat. When he had finished coming 
I opened my mouth briefly so the camera could record 
the thick cream spread over my tongue and dribbling 
slightly from my lips. Then, dreamily and luxuriously, 
I swallowed it. 

After I had licked him clean and thanked him prettily 
for the pleasure he had given me, I returned to my 
standing position beside my partner's chair. Suzy, 
despairing of hers, summoned me over to her side of 
the table. Willing enough, and knowing that this was 
an agreed part of the evening's scenario, I joined her 
on one of the couches placed in readiness around the 
walls of the room. As I lay on my back she eagerly 
settled her hips over my face so that I could eat her 
pussy. This was the start of something I knew she had 
been looking forward to. I suppose I should have been 
flattered by her eagerness, but I did not find her 
large, protruding pussy or brown arse-hole attractive 
- nor, to be honest, were they as clean as a Japanese 
girl's would have been. But I loyally licked and 
sucked while she wriggled and moaned, her cunt-juice 
blending tastily in my mouth with the remains of Mr 
O'Malley's cum - both of us doing it for real as 
Marucho's company philosophy required. 

Suddenly something lovely began to happen. I could 
tell from the movement of the couch that someone had 
joined us, lying between my widespread legs, and 
though Suzy's body prevented my seeing who it was, I 
could feel how a neat little tongue had started gently 
but insistently probing my pussy. It was a beautiful 
feeling, not least because whoever it was was trying 
to give me pleasure rather than take advantage of me. 
But who could it be? Was Ted O'Malley already trying 
to repay me for the vigorous sucking I had given him? 
Suddenly Suzy's body shifted and between her legs I 
saw a neat golden head pressed between my thighs. It 
was Sammy. 

"Out of the way, Sammy! This is my fuck," said Suzy 
coarsely as she reached for a double-dildo - two thick 
plastic penises joined together at the balls - from 
the nearby sideboard. Sammy scrambled up onto the 
couch and knelt beside me, my arm round her waist as I 
murmured thanks for her delicate attention to my 
needs. The cameras were watching Suzy as she 
lasciviously fed one end of the enormous dildo into 
her loose cunt. Her juice was dripping from it as she 
at last got it right in and showed herself off, the 
other huge plastic penis rising incongruously from 
between her thighs. 

"Now, my insatiable little Japanese darling," she said 
as she returned to stand at the foot of my couch, "try 
this for size!" 

I knew my cue and, however little I relished the idea, 
I sat up and held out my arms to her. Thanks to Sammy 
my cunt was well lubricated and I took her as if she 
were a man, moaning with delight and begging her to 
fuck me harder as we rolled around the couch together. 
Sammy wriggled quickly out of the way and let Mr Anson 
take her in his arms, gently stroking her tits and 
crotch as they stood and watched the show. I must say 
Suzy played the man's part well, and made me come 
several times with the heavy ridged plastic before we 
settled into a steady rhythm which had us both gasping 
and squealing with pleasure. There was applause at 
last as, both of us having climbed down from our 
simultaneous climaxes, she withdrew the dripping dildo 
first from my cunt and then from her own and held it 
up high like a trophy. 

"My turn now!" said a high voice. I had completely 
forgotten about Mr Latymer and the special clause in 
his contract with Marucho. For once I warmed to Suzy 
as she gave me a sympathetic grimace over his shoulder 
before moving away out of camera range. 

Well, he did have an erection of a sort. And I did 
manage, with gentle fondling and by telling him how 
wonderful he was, to get him to keep it long enough to 
enter me, and to convince him that the reason it soon 
afterwards collapsed was that he had come like a man. 
And I broke Marucho's rules by trying to look as if I 
had enjoyed the process. Heaven only knew what the 
editing department would make of the result. I 
suspected Torao-san's collection of stock shots would 
come into its own again. 

I was now free to leave the set for a few moments to 
wash and freshen up. There was just time for a rapid 
shower, after which the make-up girl did some quick 
repair-work to my hair, face and bottom. On my return 
I paused for a moment in front of the long mirror 
placed just out of sight from the set, examining my 
naked body critically as I prepared to step back in 
front of the cameras. Suddenly I saw that Sammy was 
standing close behind me. She put her hands lightly on 
my waist and rested her cheek against mine, smiling at 
me in the glass. 

Lesbian contacts have never played an important role 
in my sensuality. I have screwed other girls in front 
of the camera often enough, of course; and a few times 
in private, but it has never done much for me. My idol 
Miss Mie Takahashi, before she married and left Japan, 
invited me into her bed occasionally, but I know that 
what I felt was worship and gratitude rather than 
sexual pleasure. For real satisfaction I need the 
penetration of cunt, arse or throat which only a 
lover's cock can offer. The stroking, petting and 
mutual masturbation, which are all girls can usually 
do for each other, normally do not satisfy me, sweet 
though they can be. Normally, I repeat. What I was 
beginning to feel for Sammy was not normal. After the 
dubious pleasure of my on-set encounter with Suzy, I 
could hardly stop myself giving way to my longing for 
Sammy's wholesome unspoilt beauty. 

Girls can touch each other innocently a lot more than 
men can - and as I have mentioned, Sammy was a natural 
toucher. With the right partner, the innocence ends 
before you quite know it. It can be a most beautiful 
moment when hands start to wander more than they 
should, and the narrow boundary between girlish 
affection and sexual passion blurs and dissolves. Even 
though we were both naked apart from our high-heeled 
shoes, Sammy's hands on my waist had been innocent 
enough. But they had no business to be gently stroking 
my breasts, which was what they were now doing. I 
closed my eyes and leant back towards her, moving my 
arse gently against her crotch. One of her hands began 
to stroke my stomach, wandering slowly downwards till 
her fingers could play lightly with the curls of my 
cunt-hair. I moaned with pleasure and opened my eyes 
again. But this was no moment for personal delights. 
Through the door to the dining-room I could see the 
Director making angry gestures at us both. She 
followed my glance, and we ran quickly back onto the 
set together. This time it was I who had my arm round 
her waist. 

I could understand the Director's annoyance: the orgy 
was running out of steam in our absence. Suzy, with a 
false but fixed smile on her face, was trying to 
stimulate our landlord into further action. Mrs Anson 
was sprawled across Steve's lap, with that far-away 
look of wonder on her face which is often a sign that 
a girl secretly has a man's cock tightly embedded in 
her arse. But there wasn't a lot of movement. Mr Anson 
cheered and jumped to his feet as we came in. 

"Now, Ted, here's your chance! Megumi's all yours! 
I'll take the little blonde." 

But Ted had other ideas, for the moment. 

"Why don't we watch the two of them screw first? You 
can see how hot they are for each other. Then they'll 
be good and ready for a real man's fuck." 

I hardly needed to be told twice, and Sammy was 
clearly delighted. I lay on my back so that we could 
continue where we had left off earlier when Suzy had 
interrupted us. Again I felt Sammy's questing, 
cat-like tongue neatly exploring my pussy, making it 
drip juice which she lapped up with obvious pleasure. 
I put my hands on her golden head, pressing it between 
my ivory thighs as I had done with her father's dildo 
last night. She responded eagerly; then swung her body 
round till we were in a 69 position with me 
underneath. I wrapped my arms tightly round her slim 
hips and twisted slightly to one side, pulling up my 
feet and bending my knees so that I could lift us both 
off the couch. I felt her arms slide round me too, and 
hug me to her as her tongue stayed buried deep in my 
cunt. 

Now it was my dark head pressed into her golden 
crotch, probing among the soft blonde hair - so much 
more delicate than my black, wiry curls! - for the 
lips of her sweet, girlish pussy. I kissed them 
lovingly, then penetrated her as deeply as my tongue 
would go. I felt rather than heard her gasp with 
pleasure, and lifted my hips higher off the couch, 
rocking us both to and fro as the cameras 
dispassionately probed and recorded our delight in 
each other. I withdrew my tongue from her cunt and 
instead teased her clitoris, which was poking its cute 
little nose from the upper corner of her slit. This 
time her gasp of pleasure was clearly audible from my 
end, and soon she was doing the same for me. I 
withdrew again, sliding my tongue all the way along 
her crack till I found her shy rosebud. I moved my 
hands onto her arse-cheeks, holding them firmly apart 
and allowing no coy nonsense as I rimmed her little 
hole, folding my tongue into a point and insisting on 
being allowed entrance. The thrill of this new 
experience made her forget what she was supposed to be 
doing to me: she lifted her head and babbled 
incoherently towards one of the cameras, begging me to 
stop ... not to stop ... to enter her fully ... 

Mr Anson and Ted could restrain themselves no longer. 
Together they lifted Sammy off me. Mr Anson took her 
over to a sofa and made her sit astride his erection, 
her cries of joy as he penetrated her pussy even 
greater than those my tongue had been able to conjure 
from her. I felt a momentary pang of jealousy; but 
almost at once Ted was kneeling between my legs 
preparing to enter my cunt, his big cock replacing 
Sammy's little tongue. Its deep strokes began to 
satisfy me in a way her simple probings could not do, 
and soon I was begging him to take me harder, deeper 
... But he had other ideas: as soon as his cock was 
fully coated with a mixture of my cunt-juice and 
Sammy's sweet saliva he ordered me to turn over and 
open my arse for him. Once again I felt the wonderful 
tightness of a cock thrusting its way slowly, 
irresistibly into my smallest and narrowest hole. 
Transfixed by pain, light and joy I received a man 
into the very centre of my being. 

As I lifted my head from the couch, gasping out my 
rapture, I became aware of another cock dangling in 
front of my unfocussed eyes. It could only be Steve, 
now tired of Mrs Anson and miraculously still erect. 
Blissfully I opened my mouth for him. Lying on the 
couch with Ted's hands gripping my thighs and pulling 
my arse firmly onto his crotch, I had no freedom of 
movement: I could not draw Steve into me, only accept 
him as he thrust deeply through me. I was just able to 
anticipate his entry into my throat, moving the base 
of my tongue out of the way and relaxing my muscles as 
the beautiful firm tube of flesh snaked its way down 
towards my stomach. Oh, if only the two could meet 
inside me! I thought absurdly, one thrusting wetly 
down from above, the other burrowing like a snake of 
fire up from my arse! At last hot sperm spurted deep 
into me from both ends, as if the two cocks were 
indeed trying to join as I had dreamt. 

The two men softened and slid out of me. I turned onto 
one side and lay gasping on the couch, feeling as 
satisfied and replete with cum as a girl ever felt. 

Suddenly I heard a harsh voice calling, "Megumi! Will 
you come here a moment please?" It was Mr Anson, my 
master. "Ted, you’d better come too." 

==

Wondering whether my master had some exciting new 
sexual experience in mind for me, I stood up from the 
couch and moved towards the door to the hall. Mrs 
Anson, reasserting her position as mistress of the 
household, moved towards me. 

Conscious of how untidy I must look after my 
passionate encounters with Sammy, Ted and Steve, I 
asked her, "May I wash first, do you think?" 

She looked at me. "Yes, I think you'd better," she 
said coldly. She called across the hallway to her 
husband. "She needs to clean herself up first. I'll 
bring her over in a moment." 

"Well, hurry it up then," I heard him reply, still in 
the strangely harsh tone in which he had summoned me. 

Mrs Anson accompanied me towards the shower-room. 
Suzy, with an instinct for trouble in the making, took 
my other arm. Mr Latymer, Ted and Steve stood aside 
with Sammy, uncertain what to do next. Alone at last, 
I washed myself carefully, adjusted my make-up and 
brushed my hair so that it flowed down my back in a 
single wave. Looking at myself carefully in the 
mirror, I teased my nipples into full erection; then 
fluffed up my carefully trimmed curls of pubic hair. 
They were not as pretty as Sammy's little golden 
fleece but they could be made to look quite nice, and 
I wanted to be as desirable as possible when 
presenting myself before my master for whatever new 
sexual game he had in mind. Perhaps he was already 
taking the whips and other instruments out of their 
cases and lining them up in readiness for me. I could 
feel my nipples erecting themselves yet further, 
hoping not to be overlooked in whatever delightful 
stimulation my master had in mind. 

My body tingling and my heart beating fast with 
excited expectation, I was marched through the 
dining-room and hall and into the study by my two 
companions. Sammy and Steve followed close behind me; 
Mr Latymer had now disappeared somewhere and Ted had 
already joined Mr Anson in the study, lying there 
sprawled in an armchair. There was something wrong 
about the way the study looked, but Mr Anson forced me 
to look only at him. He was holding a long, flexible 
riding-whip in his right hand and was slapping it 
gently against his leg. I had no time to think about 
the implications but something inside me knew 
instinctively what he might have in mind for me and I 
began to shiver in delighted anticipation. 

"Megumi, are you responsible for this?" 

He pointed with his whip towards one of the bookcases, 
and I could see what was wrong. A whole shelf of the 
books I had dusted so carefully lay tumbled on the 
floor. 

"Oh, no sir!" I exclaimed. 

"You were the last person to touch them. I saw you. So 
did Mr O'Malley - didn't you, Ted?" 

The prospective bridegroom nodded. He looked my naked 
body up and down with a lustful smile on his face. I 
reminded myself that the Megumi in the story as yet 
knew nothing of the delights of the whip, and worked 
myself back into her character. She began to realise 
what was in store for her. She had made herself so 
pretty and desirable: was it only to excite their 
cruelty? 

"But sir," I begged, "you saw me put the books back 
neatly on the shelves. I always do! Honestly sir, I 
didn't do it!" 

Mr Anson turned to his wife. "Has anyone else been in 
here since the room was last cleaned?" 

"No," she said curtly. 

"Then it can only have been you, Megumi. You surely 
remember that I told you how you would be punished if 
you disturbed my things." 

"Sir, I didn't!" I began to weep. 

"Mr Anson, I'm sure she didn't!" said Sammy 
indignantly. 

"Silence, young lady, or I shall have the pleasure of 
whipping your pretty arse too!" He turned to Ted. 
"We'd better restrain her, don't you think? Here!" 

With his left hand he picked up a heavy pair of 
handcuffs and tossed them to his friend, who caught 
them with a metallic clunk. Ted pulled himself out of 
the armchair and sauntered over to me. I tentatively 
held out my wrists for the cuffs, but to my surprise 
he moved behind me. Suddenly I felt my elbows pulled 
sharply together and the cuffs clicked onto my upper 
arms, holding them painfully behind my back. The 
position forced my shoulders back and made my breasts 
jut proudly forwards. Ted remained where he was behind 
me, one hand now stroking my bottom and the other 
delicately stimulating my cunt. My juices began to 
flow as his fingers gently probed into my pussy and 
caressed my clitoris, while with a finger of the other 
hand he lightly tickled my arsehole. The beautiful 
combination of pain, helplessness and pleasure 
overwhelmed me, filling me with such acute spasms of 
joy that I could hardly concentrate on the scene I was 
supposed to be playing. 

Mr Anson was addressing me again. "Now you know why I 
keep this little collection." He crossed to the 
display cabinets, already open (I had been right about 
that), put down the whip he was holding and started to 
take out the other horrifying contents: whips of many 
kinds, a cat-o'-nine-tails, canes, even the terrible 
cat with cruel metal points glinting among the soft 
leather lashes. "Nice little ticklers for the pretty 
arses of naughty girls," he said with a disagreeable 
smile. 

Still stroking me, Ted moved me forward into a 
position where I could see the instruments clearly. I 
gazed at them, too appalled even to go on defending 
myself. As the Megumi of the story, I was of course 
supposed to be paralysed with horror at the prospect 
of the torment in store for me. But that Megumi also 
had to be conscious of a shameful and inadmissible 
excitement beginning to stir inside her reluctant 
self. The real Megumi could supply that complexity 
easily enough. 

My master ran one of the flexible lashes gently 
through his fingers. 

"Megumi, you will now be whipped for what you have 
done," he said. "For you it will be a horrible, 
endless torment. For us, punishing you will be the 
most wonderful pleasure. As our guest of honour this 
evening, Mr O'Malley here will be the first to apply 
the whip to your pretty bottom; but we shall take it 
in turns and I promise you we do not tire easily. Do 
you understand?" 

I was too horrified to say anything. He advanced 
towards me threateningly. 

"I said, do you understand?" 

I could only gaze at him in silence. 

"If you defy me, I warn you, every second of 
disobedience will cost you an hour of torment under 
the whip. Do you understand? I am counting the 
seconds, starting now." 

I decided a delay of three seconds would be about 
right. Then I croaked, "Yes, sir." 

"Good. Now, I always like to allow a girl to choose 
the whips she most longs to have used on her. Have you 
any preferences, my dear?" He put down the lash he was 
holding and chose another, showing it to me coaxingly. 
"You see how closely plaited this whip is? Can you 
imagine how it will feel snaking tightly round your 
hips? Or this narrow cane? Look how firm it seems to 
be, yet it can be made to bend. See how it will flex 
to fit round the curves of your pretty bottom each 
time it kisses it." He made the cane sing through the 
air a couple of times before putting it aside. "And 
this!" The delightful metal points buried in the cat's 
lashes tinkled musically as he demonstrated them. 
"Imagine the lashes and these little prickles striking 
you together! What an exquisite blending of two kinds 
of pain! Poor, dear Megumi - you've never known such 
delight. Aren't you longing for it?" 

The real Megumi was, of course, desperately; and the 
Megumi in the story was beginning to feel a horrified 
fascination for what was in store for her. Before it 
could overwhelm her ... me ... I found my voice again. 

"But sir, I'm innocent! Please believe me!" I implored 
him. 

Ted handed me over to Mrs Anson and Suzy, who moved 
into position on either side of me. 

"Be quiet, you silly girl," said Mrs Anson. "You're 
going to be punished, so get used to the idea." 

"Yes," said Suzy from my other side, "don't worry, 
I'll see they whip you _really_ hard. You'll feel it, 
darling, I promise you." Her hand strayed down to my 
arse and stroked it longingly, as if eager to begin. 

I burst into tears. My two guards, Mrs Anson and Suzy, 
enthusiastically dragged me across the hall to the 
door of the cellar stairs, Steve and Sammy following. 
Behind us, Mr Anson and Ted grinned at each other, 
took each an armful of instruments of punishment, and 
prepared to join the rest of the party. 

"Cut!" said the Director. "Stay where you are please, 
everyone." 

He conferred with the camera and sound crews. An 
assistant released my arms from the handcuffs. At last 
we were called together and told the main shoot was 
satisfactory. Then the continuity girl joined the 
huddle with her list of suggested close-ups and 
reaction shots. There was as usual an hour or so of 
tedious work to do before the Director could announce 
that location shooting on the movie was complete, and 
that we would resume work in the Tokyo studios in a 
week or so - beginning, he hoped, with the grand 
climax, my punishment in the cellar. 

There was a round of spontaneous applause, and we all 
drifted away: the technicians to pack up their 
equipment, the actors to wash, dress and gossip, and 
all of us to think about the evening's wrap party. 


[Next in Part 06: Chapter VI: The Wrap Party]


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