Mr Yamamoto was delighted to see us. I knew Mr. Marker would have us volunteer to be whipped or suffer some type of abuse as he had not let us do as much as give each other spankings. He said he wanted our bodies completely unmarked for Mr. Yamamoto and his friends.

When we arrived at his mansion we were met by a lovely blonde girl whose buxom curves were displayed in a very tight silk dress.

Mr Yamamoto said, "Like you I have my special girl with a body I do not want to permanently scar. Joan take off your clothes so they can admire your body."

She immediately stripped. I had to admit I was jealous as her large breasts did not sag at all and her stomach and ass could have only become so firm from hours of exercise.

"Joan. Go get your whip. I think Mr. Marker would be amused by whipping your magnificent breasts."

She left without protest and came back with a thonged whip she handed to Mr. Marker then put her hands on her head and thrust out her breasts for their whipping.

Mr Marker hit them forehand and backhand four times till Mr, Yamamoto protested.

"No. You must hit them much harder than that. I want to demonstrate how firm they are. Don't stop until she screams."

They were fantastically firm. My tits would have been flopping all over the place, her's simply moved to the side and immediately returned to center. She was sobbing by the sixth blow and screamed on the tenth. Mr. Marker stopped.

"You have to admire her bravery. Unlike my girls she obviously only receives pain with no sexual excitement. In spite of this she makes no protest or attempts to change her position."

"Yes but I am not sure if it is a result of bravery or fear. She knows if she tries to protect herself she will be tied and whipped much harder. Joan, tell Mr. Marker. Are you brave?"

"I try to be brave to please you sir but I have to admit I find it better to accept my punishment without protest in spite of the pain than to suffer the consequences." Mr Marker laughed, "Well said, Joan. Have you had your pussy whipped?"

Joan shuddered, "Only when I have been very bad. Do you want to whip it sir?"

"No. I certainly do not think you have been bad. I don't want your body to be hidden again. Girls take off your clothes so she won't be alone. Mr Yamamoto if you could direct the girls to your bar they can make us drinks while we discuss our itinerary."

Of course. Excuse my lack of hospitality. Joan show them where it is. Mr Marker likes Crown Royal whiskey with ice."

I came back with the drinks to hear the last part of their conversation. Mr Marker said with amazement,

"I can't imagine anyone willing to be that obedient with no chance of sexual excitement. Are all your girls that well trained?"

"Yes. It is important to me that they will agree to any of my demands without protest. I will give you a demonstration. You will see that they know it is in their best interests to comply.

Michiko! Bring in all the girls. They will be nude as that is the way Mr. Marker prefers them."

In a few moments six girls came in to line up in front of us in a semi- circle. They were all beautiful and from different countries. When they introduced themselves making a deep bow I recognized Swedish, French, English, Spanish, and Asian accents. Some of them bore scars that appeared to be caused by burns as well as whips. While they were introducing themselves Mr. Yamamoto lit cigarettes which he arranged on the marble table in front of him in two circles with the coals in the middle. When the girls had returned to their stance of attention with their tummies in and their breasts out Mr. Yamamoto looked up and said,

"Mr. Marker, pick one of the girls for my demonstration."

I knew Mr, Marker loved big tits so I was not surprised when he picked the big blonde swede. Tears came to her eyes as she walked over in front of the men.

Mr. Yamamoto said, "These cigarettes are polluting our air. Arrange them so you can snuff them out with your nipples!"

Tears began to flow even more while she bent over slightly to move the cigarettes to be directly below her nipples. Then she took a deep breath and pushed her nipples into the glowing cigarettes till her breasts were mashed flat against the table. She left them mashed to the table to make sure they were all completely out while she sobbed. When she leaned back a couple of the cigarettes were stuck to the raw skin of her nipples.

Mr. Yamamoto dismissed her, most likely for medical attention, with no indication that she had done anything remarkable.

I was very frightened that Mr. Marker would volunteer me for something but fortunately Mr. Yamamoto said, "The rest of the girls will entertain us with their talent."

Each girls act was followed by another more exotic.

The first girl must have been from Hawaii because she did a very sexy Hawaiian dance.

The next girl was a contortionist and twisted her body into positions I would not have believed possible. She finished up by pulling her breast up to her face to lick her nipples and then bent her body over so she could lick her own pussy and ass-hole.

The third girl demonstrated her elastic pussy by fist-fucking herself and while her fist was in her pussy she jammed a large cucumber in her anus."

The fourth girl demonstrated the muscles in her pussy by picking up a quart beer bottle with her pussy and as a finale put ping-pong balls in it and leaned back to shoot them out into the room.

The fifth girl came out with a fistful of long hat-pins which she stuck through the lips in her pussy and through her nipples till there was no room for any more. It was amazing! I knew how much it hurt when my nipples were pierced for my rings yet she did it with only a short gasp as she pushed them through her skin.

Mr. Marker really enjoyed the last act and borrowed four pins from her. He had Mindy put two of the pins through my nipples and then had me do the same to her. The hardest part was obeying his instruction to remain silent through the ordeal while pulling out the nipples so the pins could be put in them. Neither of us could suppress small moans but he let that go, pleased when we asked him to pull them out slowly.

For the rest of the night he had the girls service our every whim while we drank. They all sucked on Mr. Yamamoto's dick and anus as well as Mr. Marker, Mindy and me until we were all exhausted. Before we went to bed Mr. Yamamoto said he had a special performance for us the next day.

We slept late and then were awakened by one of the girls who gave us silk kimonos and led us down for a fabulous brunch. A few hours later when our brunch was nearly digested Mr. Yamamoto led us down into a basement much like the torture chamber we had at home.

There was a pretty but unkempt girl chained to the wall. She kept up a running tirade against her captors calling them cocksuckers and every other name she could think of. Whenever anyone came close she would spit at them. I was totally amazed she would act this way since the scars on her body testified to the fact that she had been punished severely.

Mr. Yamamoto said sadly,

"I am ashamed to admit I am not always successful in getting girls to be obedient. This girl was kidnapped from a very rich family from New York. She still believes she will be rescued and has been resistent to all our punishments and spends every moment in escape attempts. The last time she got almost two miles from us before we caught her so I have decided she is expendable. I told her if she didn't become compliant we would kill her but she just said that we would not dare to do it. Prepare her!"

Two large muscular men took her loose from the wall. She fought like a tiger but in a few minutes they had chained her wrists to rings in the floor and her ankles to an iron bar that held her legs apart at a wide angle. Then they hooked a cable to a ring at the center of the bar and pushed a button to activate a winch which pulled her up and stretched her till the motor on the winch began to slow as the strain increased.