Susie Learns the Hard Way Read online

  The air was perfumed and heated and soothing music trilled quietly in the background, all designed to calm the nerves of the claustrophobic, but it didn’t help Susie Wills. As the American pressed the button for the penthouse suite and the lift surged upwards, she watched the numbers counting off the floors, feeling more and more scared as they rose to the fifteenth.

  The doors opened into a sumptuous lobby. All was luxurious silence, deep carpets, large paintings and vases full of fresh flowers. There was a set of double doors in front of them and he ushered her through into a large and equally luxurious sitting room. On the deep leather settee at its centre the little man was almost invisible, so overpowering were the surroundings. Susie looked at him with interest; after all, she’d just accepted five hundred pounds, in exchange for which this man expected her to allow him complete freedom to do whatever he wanted with her body. Not that it would be much, she concluded swiftly, since he was at least seventy, judging by the wrinkles and white hair.

  He rose, made certain his pale gown was securely fastened, bowed deeply, and motioned her to a seat beside him. And she sat as decorously as she could, which meant showing her knickers beneath the tiny dress Harry had chosen for her. The old man pretended not to notice, but Susie caught his keen eye peering between her thighs at the slash of white, making the soft flesh encased within the flimsy fabric quiver gently, as if his gaze had actually touched her there.

  Then he was speaking to the American, a rapid burst of guttural noises, and to her surprise he responded in kind, before bowing several times and turning to Susie. ‘He says you’re very pretty, just what he wanted. He thanked me for bringing you and asked if you want a drink.’

  ‘Vodka tonic, please,’ she replied, hoping a second would settle her nerves.

  The pair exchanged some more of the grunting noises that were clearly Japanese, and the American poured drinks for all three of them. There was a brief silence while the elderly man sat beside her, patting her thighs and shoulders appreciatively and looking her over as he might inspect a horse he’d just bought. But Susie was considering another, more serious problem; how could she get him to tell her anything? How was she going to find out anything about the drug before she excused herself and ran away if she couldn’t talk to him?

  There was only one way; the American would have to be involved. But even as she reached the conclusion he was rising and making ready to leave – and she didn’t want to be left alone with this Mr Yoshimura until she’d managed to find out what she needed to know, or the whole job was over.

  ‘Ask him what he wants,’ she said, as coyly as she knew how.

  ‘I think we all know what he wants,’ the American returned patiently.

  But not specifically, she thought, and then had an idea. ‘You said to make him happy.’ She felt silly and transparently false, but he didn’t seem to notice. ‘But if he can’t tell me what he wants I won’t be able to oblige him, will I?’

  ‘Good point,’ said the American thoughtfully, turning to Yoshimura and rattling off a string of grunts. There was a pause, and then Yoshimura made similar noises. ‘He says he wants to drink rice wine from your navel and eat fruit from between your very impressive breasts.’

  ‘Pretty mild, but unusual – good job I asked, really,’ Susie said, thinking this was all a big waste of time and now was the time to give back the five hundred pounds and leave. Or perhaps she should keep it? Maybe it was evidence?

  ‘I think that’s Japanese courtesy,’ he explained, ‘and not the real point.’

  ‘Well, maybe you should ask him the point, then?’ soothed Susie, at her most syrupy.

  There was more jabbering between the two men, and he turned back to her. ‘What he’d really like to do is blindfold you with a silk scarf and tease you with feathers on your nipples and ice-cubes in your cunt.’ He faltered slightly over the last few words, his businesslike manner somewhat unsettled by the explicit and basic nature of his explanation. But he wasn’t as unsettled as Susie; the shock of the remark was so great that she felt as if he’d just feathered her nipples and slid an ice-cube into her body, but it was liquid fire she could feel dribbling into her underwear.

  There was more now, as Yoshimura got into his stride and started talking very quickly, gesturing round the room at the furniture, the floor, and the bedroom door.

  ‘He says the ice-cubes will set your nipples alight and start a fire that will blaze between your legs until it’s quenched by the outpourings of his test – erm, his balls.’ He was faltering again, but the words had already lived up to the promise. Susie looked at Yoshimura, who was watching her carefully. He began speaking again, lower and softer tones now, addressed to the American while his eyes never left Susie, roaming freely over her body, up her legs, dipping between her thighs and caressing her tipped breasts. And when the American translated, Yoshimura gazed deep into her eyes. She felt he was inside her clothes already, feeling the response of her body as his translated words trailed lightly through the sensitive valley high up between her thighs, gently spreading her lips with their touch and delving inside, releasing more and more of the honeyed moisture that was gathering there.

  ‘He says he’d like to bend you over this chair,’ continued the American, pointing at a cane seat in the corner of the room, his careful and correct delivery contrasting so strongly with the nature of his words, ‘and tie your hands and feet to its legs with silk scarves. Then he’s going to tease your pussy with feathers until you’re, uh, begging him to, uh, screw you. When you’re so desperate that you can’t stand it any more, he’s going to take you from behind and fill you—’

  Yoshimura interrupted, and the American paused to listen, before continuing. ‘Take you very slowly from behind, so that your agony continues until he fills you with a fresh outpouring from – well, you know the rest.’

  She did. Oh, she did. Squirming in her seat, Susie was almost begging him already, and from the way he was looking at her, Yoshimura knew. He spoke to the American again, still watching Susie.

  ‘And then he’s going to sit you in the chair, tie your hands and feet, and kneel in front of you. Then he’s going to use the feather and his tongue to lick your pussy so gently and for so long that you won’t be able to feel anything except the area of your flesh where the tip of his tongue is touching you. When you’re so sensitive that you can feel his breath on your, ah, clitoris, he’s going to put his penis in so slowly that you’ll feel it go all the way up inside.’

  Yoshimura was smiling broadly now, perhaps because Susie’s dilated eyes and shallow breathing told him all he wanted to know about the condition she was in. He spoke briefly once more. ‘He says he’s going to stay inside you until you can’t take any more pleasure. He says he’ll make you come umpteen times. Let’s face it, kid, the guy wants to screw your brains out.’

  With a growing sense of triumph Susie realised she must be on to something; this little old bloke could hardly keep it up for the performances and duration he described if he wasn’t taking a drug of some sort.

  ‘And then he wants...’ she hadn’t noticed him speaking quietly to the American, but now she realised he was peering intently at her once again, ‘...to put it in your mouth so you can suck him until he comes in your throat while he uses a dildo in your cunt and watches you swallow every drop.’

  Susie felt a physical impact between her legs, as if he’d thrust something inside her and she almost moaned aloud as she felt the pink lips pulsing inside her soaking knickers, just moments away from an orgasm. They were jabbering away again and she thought this would be it and whatever was said next would make her have a screaming climax on the spot, and she didn’t care if they saw her. But then Yoshimura stood up, disappearing through a pair of double doors.

  ‘Have fun,’ said the American, indicating that she should follow the old man.

  Logically, her brain said that now was the time to leave, and
that doing so would be simple, especially with the American still there. But she ignored the tiny call of common sense, as she had known for quite some time that she was going to.

  Without another word, she rose and walked into the bedroom.

  The blindfold was silk, as he’d promised, and after he tied it around her eyes her undid the tiny clasp at the back of her neck and the black dress peeled to the floor, leaving her firm breasts thrusting proudly above a narrow waist, slim hips and a tiny slash of white that cupped but hardly covered her mound. She had become so aroused while the American was translating that she could feel the heat rising from between her thighs, and the scent of her own arousal was musky in her nostrils. Surely Yoshimura could detect it as well.

  She yelped in shock as her nipple seared with a pain that turned instantly to delight, and as she felt the cold trickle running down the underside of her breast she realised he’d brushed an ice-cube across the tip of it, creating sensations she’d never experienced before.

  ‘Aah, so,’ he breathed from somewhere beside her. The second time he touched her with it the sensation wasn’t so extreme, but after he’d taken it away a warm wet mouth closed over the breast, tongue flicking and teeth nibbling, and the feeling of arousal was so extreme that she sighed and squealed again as the ice-cube seared her other nipple while his teeth still gnawed softly on the first.

  Muttering to himself in Japanese, she heard him rummage about the room. She realised how helpless she was, being blindfolded. She was reaching up to untie the scarf when there was a hissing sound and a vicious stinging pain across her breasts. She screamed. He’d hit her with something thin that left a burning line of pain from nipple to nipple, and he was jabbering away excitedly, pulling her hands away from the knot at the back of her head.

  ‘That hurt,’ she said plaintively, but he just jabbered away at her, obviously quite agitated, pulling her backwards. Susie felt the edge of the bed behind her knees. With a slight stumble she was sitting on it and he was pulling her back, lying her down, pulling one of her wrists up above her head. Before she realised what he intended he’d thrust it into a silken loop that tightened as soon as she moved.

  ‘Hey!’ she called out into the silence, and then he grabbed her other wrist and was guiding it up above her head too. ‘No, wait a minute,’ she said, fear making her speak out quite firmly, and she tried to pull it away from him, only to hear that faint whisper just before there was another stinging line of pain from one erect nipple to the other. She screamed again, but the shock also loosened her muscles so she lost her fight and found her other wrist ensnared in the same way as the first. She was tied with both hands over her head, and Yoshimura hadn’t finished.

  He climbed off the bed and grabbed her by one ankle, pulling it out and down. Susie fought against him and felt the stinging lash landing across her soft inner thigh, high up on the tender flesh, just below the line of her panties, and she yelped in surprise. She also slackened her muscles again, and found her left foot imprisoned. When he took firm hold of her right ankle she chose not to struggle, letting him pull it into place and loop the silk around it. Now she was tied to the bed with her arms over her head and her legs wide apart. The tiny triangle of white hardly covered her open flower at the best of times. Now, pulled taut by her struggles and darkened with her juices, it was clinging to every fold of her body like a shiny second skin; one she could feel pressing wetly against her, reminding her that she was keyed up to a height of arousal she had seldom, if ever, reached before.

  Susie howled because at first she thought he’d whipped her again. Then she felt the wet trickle and knew it was only cold; this time, though, he’d got an ice-cube in each hand, one for each nipple. And both of those rock hard tips was directly connected to her groin, sparking fresh bursts of arousal, so she could feel the juices flowing and her body open around the white material stretched between her thighs, making it pull deeper between her lips, adding to the paradoxical sensations she felt.

  His hand was flat on her stomach, sliding lower, and he grasped the waistband of her panties, pulling them still higher and deeper into her, until the material was just a thin line of white that split her in two, rubbing across her little bud. Then he began to saw it back and forth until her hips rotated in the rhythmic dance of love... and then he stopped. Susie moaned softly.

  Then she wailed in anguished delight as he brushed her jutting pink lips with an ice-cube, leaving a searing burn that became pleasure, and her body trembled on the brink of a climax.

  She felt a touch of cold on her thigh, not ice – metal; a sharp trace, thin, like a blade!

  A knife?

  His questing fingers burrowed under the edge of her panties, pulling them high, and she felt the cold metal brush through the soft downy hair on her mound and she tensed in fear. With one delicate movement Yoshimura sliced through the sodden and flimsy cotton, exposing her completely.

  ‘Aaah sooo,’ he breathed, as he eyed her neatly trimmed pussy for the first time.

  She felt the bed dip as he climbed onto it, and then his hands were on her shoulders, his warm thighs brushing over hers and then his wiry body was between her legs. He pushed himself inside her without hesitating; he was small but erect and her pouting sex lips clutched greedily around him. But she’d hardly had time to wriggle deeper into the bed and spread her legs wider for him when she felt his quick jets spurting inside her.

  She was still whimpering softly, raising and lowering her hips as best she could with her legs tied straight out, when he climbed off her, and off the bed. His nimble fingers were at her wrists and ankles, setting her loose, helping her to sit and then stand, leading her gently to sit in a cane chair that felt and sounded like the bamboo chair in the other room – the one he’d pointed at and described in such detail!

  As he placed her at the front edge of the seat and tied her wrists to the curved arms, Susie was still aching with unsatisfied need; but it was a need she expected to be fulfilled at any moment. Her body was still hot, still seeping fluid, still yearning. Willingly she raised her left leg when he lifted it, and let him guide it over the arm and lash her ankle to it so she was almost holding it in her hand. When he raised her right leg and did the same she knew what she must look like, tied in place with her feet and thighs apart, spreading her pussy wide, glistening with her juices.

  Yoshimura knelt and dipped his head between her thighs, and the tip of his tongue slithered around the soft folds of her body, tasting, savouring and teasing before it slid into her, further and deeper, an incredible tongue that felt almost as long as his erection.

  Her little cries of delight became one long sigh. He withdrew and used only the very tip of it on her. As it licked and flicked, sending waves of delight coursing through her, Susie felt the deep tightening of muscles inside her that meant she was going to come at last. As her body tensed and she strained against the silk scarves, she screamed in surprise as he placed an ice-cube directly onto her clitoris and she rose to her climax, shuddering and gasping, head thrown from side to side, breasts bouncing – and he snatched the cube away, uncoiling his tongue from within her and leaving her abandoned and unsatisfied.

  Gradually the incomplete eruption subsided and she collapsed back into the chair, shoulders and breasts heaving as she sucked air into her lungs. She was still not fully in control of herself when she felt his warm mouth close over her, a sudden contrast to the freezing shock of the ice.

  ‘Mmmmmm,’ she breathed softly, enjoying delightfully relaxing sensations as his elastic tongue wriggled deeper and deeper. ‘Mmmm-oooh,’ she sighed as it lapped sinuously around inside and outside her body, twining between her soft lips and curling around the diamond-bud of her clitoris. ‘Oh... oh... oooh,’ she moaned, as it flicked steadily up and down the length of her slit. ‘Ah... ah... ahhh...’ she cried out, as her body climbed to fresh heights of arousal. ‘Oh God,’ she screamed, as pain filled her groin as Y
oshimura deftly spat the ice-cube he’d been concealing inside his mouth into her body, placing it just inside her, and making her shudder as the mixed sensations soared, and then died away as he sucked it out.

  Susie’s body was taut, stretched against the bonds, and she was still heaving when once again she felt the warm mouth close over her, felt the long tongue wriggle inside, and she sighed with relief, feeling her muscles slacken as the effects of his gentle lapping washed through her. Then he did it again, sliding a large round cube of ice into her, using his tongue, and while she whimpered and writhed he rose swiftly to his knees and thrust his small cock inside her, a rod of fire tipped with ice as he nudged the freezing cube higher and higher with every thrust until she didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain she was feeling. But she knew when he came, a stream of oriental jabber pouring from his mouth as a stream of oriental seed poured from his cock, yet again taking her right to the edge of an orgasm. And then he stopped, sliding his little erection out of her.

  There was silence, apart from Susie’s heavy breathing and a scuffling sound... then nothing. Then she heard that faint, whispering hiss, and the crack of a stinging whip across the exposed underside of her thighs. It landed just above her opening; half an inch lower and he would have stung her fragile lips. As her initial scream died away Susie realised it didn’t really hurt that much; it was a shock, a surprise, and a stinging feeling – but that was all.

  Looking down under the edges of the silk scarf she could see between the valley of her breasts, her fluffy blonde frizz topping a mound made even more prominent by the position she was tied in, and a pair of smooth brown thighs belonging to Yoshimura, who still knelt in front of her. Dangling beside him, presumably from his hand, was a thing that reminded her of an oriental fly-whisk; a short leather handle, with lots of thin tendrils sprouting from it; tendrils made of leather that was frayed, giving each of the many lashes an almost feathery tip. It was that combination she could feel; the sting of the leather thongs and the feathery brush of the tips. That must be what he’d meant by teasing her with a feather, she realised.