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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006. Email story comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.
CHAPTER 5 (MF, blackmail, nc, bd, veg)
** 11 days ago (continued)
Grace struggled in her handcuffs as she was laid down on the king-sized bed in Mr Ko’s bedroom.
Time had passed by so torturously slow initially, with Mr Ko’s chauffeur sending her back home in his limousine.
Then it all happened so fast and sudden that it was a blur in her head. When Mr Ko mentioned the name of the
hotel she was staying at, that was when she realized that he knew her secret. Royston had transferred her
employment, with her signed consent, to another company registered in the Cayman Islands as part of the deal to
keep her secret. Even though she still reported to work at the same office, in reality her status in life was totally
different, including the fact that she no longer had a say over her wardrobe and how she dressed at all times.
Only Royston and Nakamori knew about her staying at a hotel, so that the terms of her new employment would
not raise any undue questions from her family – such as the need to avail herself to accompany clients at all hours
of the day, and the gradually rising hemlines of her skirts. Maybe Mr Shih knew about the hotel too, but she
wasn’t sure. So there was no way Mr Ko knew about it unless one of the three men had told him. He was in on
the blackmail. One minute she was sitting in the back of the limo trying to take off the diamond necklace, the
next minute, the man had taken advantage of her distraction with her hands behind her head to snap on a pair of
cuffs on her wrist. In the ensuing confusion and struggle, he cuffed both her wrists together behind her back.
Watching his helpless, and even more so lovelier, captive struggling with the cuffs on the car seat beside him, Mr
Ko had instructed his chauffeur to drive to his residence instead. When he played a slide-show presentation on
his personal digital assistant and showed it to her, he felt a thrill seeing Grace’s face blanch. The image was
perfect in his mind - her hair tousled and half-covering her face, the brilliant diamond necklace still around
her neck, her wrists cuffed behind her, as she watched the pictures that Royston had sent him.
Ashamed, Grace’s eyes took in the full color photographs displayed on Mr Ko’s handheld device - pictures of
herself posing sexily, scantily clad in the tiniest bikini imaginable. Then there were pictures of her on all fours on
the sofa and floor, with a leash connected to a collar around the neck. Following those were pictures of her topless
with her wrists being tied to a rope suspended from the ceiling.
“Oh, there’s a video clip too!” exclaimed Mr Ko excitedly, and he quickly tapped the screen on his device using a
stylus, and showed it to his captive in the car.
Grace watched on in horror as the video-clip played. Starting from her face, the camera panned over her body -
she was clad only in a tiny bikini bottom, topless, with a dog collar around her neck. Then it showed a close-up of
her being led around the floor, crawling on all fours, being led by a leash. The man holding the leash was
unidentifiable, as the camera only showed his legs.
Mr Ko took in every detail of Grace’s humiliated face, as she heard her own voice clearly in the video-clip – she
was barking like a dog as her human masters walked the bitch around the room, and laughter could be heard
from at least another man and woman at the scene. Getting excited, Mr Ko visualized Grace standing stark naked,
in wrist-cuffs, in front of his clients. He savored the mental image of the unwilling young lady being paraded
with herboobs and pussy hair on display for all to see. Perhaps the audience would enjoy watching her armpits
and pussy hair being shaved. Or humiliate her with a public enema wearing nothing but high heels. Mr Ko
thought about the formal ball where Grace would be the hostess of. She would be wearing no underwear, and
only a sexy dress made from a special see-through material from Nakamori’s fashion circles. She would not know
it, but the garment would look normal to the naked eye. However, an ordinary flashbulb would penetrate the
material so a photograph taken with a flash would reveal her assets completely. And obviously there would be
hordes of photographers from the press, taking pictures at this high profile event.
When they arrived in his residence (instead of the hotel where Grace was put up in), Mr Ko’s chauffeur Thomas
had helped him to carry his lovely captive upstairs to his bedroom. At last, she was lying on his bed, unmoving,
her wrists cuffed to the bedpost at her head. Her eyes however, watched him intently, a fiery hint of defiance
almost waiting to pounce at him.
Staring at her exposed underarms with a lascivious grin, Mr Ko could barely contain his excitement climbing into
bed with the delectable lass. Her sexy armpits were totally devoid of hair or stubble – normally not seeing much
of the light of day in polite company, but were now exhibited for his leisurely examination at close quarters. He
had longed to lick the denuded pits right from when he saw her in that dress at the restaurant. He relished the
moment when he would put his tongue into that warm, soft and sensitive cavity.
To Grace’s shock, Mr Ko grabbed hold of her the underside of her upper arms. Then his face came very close to
hers, and before she knew it, there was an unbearably ticklish and freaky sensation in her armpit , made only
freakier with the spectacle she was witnessing first hand, of a grown man reveling in putting his mouth on her
bare underarm. She was overcome with disgust, and she yelled out and struggled against her bonds as the man
first ravished her left armpit with his mouth and tongue, and then moved onto to her right.
Only when Mr Ko produced a sharp fruit knife, and pressed the cold steel against the skin of her neck, did Grace
quiet down. She rested motionless, twisting her head aside to look away. The man returned to licking her hairless
armpits in peace, switching sides several times until he was satisfied.
Reaching behind Grace’s neck, Mr Ko’s fingers fumbled with the clasp of her halter-neck dress. He unclipped it,
and slid the fine chain-link straps off her sexy shoulders, one side at a time. As he did so, his fingers lightly
brushed against the swell of her collarbones, while his eyes admired the fine veins faintly visible under her fair
skin on her bosom. With the supporting straps tossed aside, the front of Grace’s dress was merely two triangular
pieces of cloth that loosely covered her boobs. Using two fingers, Mr Ko easily uncovered them.
Two strapless, skin-colored, stick-on bra cups were the only barriers that stood between Mr Ko and Grace’s
naked tits now. Slowly, Mr Ko leaned his face towards Grace’s chest, until his nose was less than an inch away
from the surface of her skin, at the point exactly in between her breasts. He took a deep breath in, inhaling her
perfumed scent, remembering all the times she walked past him in the corridor in the office. “You smell lovely
Grace…” he cooed.
“Please let me go Mr Ko… I promise I won’t tell…” Grace pleaded in a pitiful tone.
“You still won’t tell if I DIDN’T let go of you Grace. I tried it the nice way, you know… I thought you would
appreciate the dinner, the diamond necklace and all, but I was wrong. Looks like you like the HARD approach.
Royston was right that you like it rough, EH?”
Coinciding with the end of his sentence, he pulled off the twin bra cups simultaneously in one swift and forceful
motion, sending the silicone cups flying to the foot of the bed. Grace cried out in alarm as her tits were suddenly
displayed in naked glory to the man she was just having a civilized dinner with just half an hour ago.
Mr Ko sucked in his breath audibly, as his beady eyes focused on her fair breasts. He adjusted his glasses and
stared closely. Grace’s pert little tits drove him wild - creamy white in complexion, with small nipples that stood
up like ripe raspberries ready for the picking. Her naked tits exposed to the lecherous gaze of a man that was old
enough to be her father, Grace felt the first pang of humiliation.
Without wasting any more time, Mr Ko fastened his mouth right upon her left nipple, and proceeded to suckle it
like a hungry baby. He sucked in the tip of her breast completely into his mouth, his tongue swirling crazily over
her sensitive nipple, making lewd slurping noises. Grace agonized, and struggled in her bonds, as she was
helpless to prevent the assault on her vulnerable young breasts. His mouth busy working on the nipple, which
was inadvertently becoming hard against Grace’s will, Mr Ko peered up to look at Grace’s face without lifting his
head. He delighted in the look of utter humiliation on the young lady’s face as he sucked even more noisily on
her fair breast.
He paused, and smiled at Grace. The moment Mr Ko moved back, Grace relaxed her tense body, and she felt that
she was able to breathe again. Grace was too humiliated to look him in his eye. But that little action merely made
the man feel more aroused as she tried to look away but could not resist glancing back to see what he was up to.
“I like small breasts,” he confided. “They’re more sensitive. Would you agree?” he said with a perverse grin.
With that, he turned to a drawer beside the bed, and seemed to be searching in there for something. Finding what
he was looking for, he showed it to her. In his hand was a wooden clothes peg. Squeezing her right breast with
one hand, he gleefully opened the jaws of the peg, and brought it to the erect nipple. Taking his
time, he placed the erect nipple between the teeth of the peg which he held open. He delighted in how the young
lady struggled as he slowly let the jaws close onto the sensitive nipple. “Noo… please… don’t” she pleaded, but
her pleas fell on deaf ears. Then he let go of the clothes peg completely – the teeth clamped shut around Grace’s
nipple, and the whole peg was left sticking out from her breast on its own accord. It was quite an obscene sight.
Taking out another clothes peg, he repeated the same, clamping it shut on Grace’s left nipple. He moved back to
admire his handiwork – two wooden clothes pegs standing out like elongated teats on the poor girl’s boobs.
Moving close again to Grace’s face, Mr Ko’s tongue snaked out of his mouth, as he slowly and deliberately ran his
tongue over the side of her face. Grace grimaced and tried to turn her head but without much success. She
endured the middle-aged man’s wet slimy tongue giving her a long lick starting from her chin, across her cheek
and up to her temple. Her struggles caused her to breathe harder and faster, and as he moved back again from
her, Grace’s chest was rising up and down visibly, causing the clothes pegs to jerk back and forth. This only made
her nipples feel even sorer.
He said softly into her ear, "I remember that dinner which Royston brought you along to see Nakamori-san. You
were wearing that famous dress worn by that actress weren't you, baring your tits to everyone that night, like the
slut did in public. Did you think you would tease Mr Ko with your cute titties and get away without me tasting
them?"
Next, Mr Ko pulled out a small cigar shaped pink vibrator from a bedside drawer. “Look what I found,” he said,
grinning at the bound girl on the bed, turning on the vibrator. Holding it by the thin wire he dangled it above the
clothes peg sticking out of Grace’s right breast. Slowly, he lowered it into the space between the handles of the
clothes peg. Upon contacting the clothes peg, the vibrator made a rattling sound as it transferred its vibrations to
the peg, still clamped tightly on Grace’s nipple. Grace felt the sensation going crazy on her nipple. She twisted her
head left and right in protest, and her body squirmed and moved from side to side, trying to escape the assault.
He played with Grace’s nipples like this, teasing them relentlessly for a few minutes. Then he paused and asked,
“Ever thought of making your titties larger Grace?” he said.
With both hands he yanked off the clothes pegs from her nipples simultaneously, causing her to yelp more in
surprise rather than real pain. The pain came about two seconds later as the blood came rushing back to her
tortured nipples, causing an incredible soreness that throbbed. Her nipples were swollen, deep red, and
fully erect.
When Grace opened her eyes, and looked up again, Mr Ko was holding a strange looking device. She soon
realized it was a hand-held suction pump, as he fastened it upon her left breast. Squeezing on the suction balloon
on one end of it, the air sucked out from the device, which had attached to it a clear plastic cone that was open on
its wider end. That open end of the cone was pressed against the tip of Grace’s breast, forming a air-tight
seal. As he squeezed repeatedly on the pump, Grace could feel the suction increasing on her breast – it felt like
someone was pulling at her sensitive breast and her nipple. The outward sucking pressure felt ten times as
strong as Mr Ko suckling on her breast earlier. Letting go of the suction pump, it stayed affixed to Grace’s breast
due to the air pressure. Much to Mr Ko’s delight and her humiliation, Grace’s supple breast bounced back to its
original shape when he released the air from the pump, but her nipple remained sticking out obscenely.
Pulling out another similar pump, Mr Ko fastened it on Grace’s other breast, and started pumping. With two
pumps on her breasts, he sucked out the air again and again. He could observe the shape of her boobs and
nipples through the clear plastic cones fastened with an air-tight seal on her twin peaks, and knew that Grace
could see them too. With each squeeze of the balloon pump (and Mr Ko operated both pumps with both hands
simultaneously), Grace’s small tits reacted to the suction, jutting out, springing back and then getting sucked out
again.
Leaving the pumps on her breasts, Mr Ko produced two lengths of rope from under the bed. Grace struggled as
he spread her legs apart, but could not do anything as he unhurriedly tied them to the bedpost on either side.
Next, Mr Ko played with Grace’s fuzzy pubic hair at the edge of her thong panties. It seemed to him that Grace
had lost her strength now, after her valiant struggle earlier, for she stayed relatively motionless as he touched her
lower body, touched the crease of her thighs, and then touched her pubic mound through her panties. He
contemplated using a shaving blade to shave her, and giving her a nude hairless pussy right there and then. But
he decided he could do that on another day. He was so close to her small warm opening now, which was waiting
to be explored.
Mr Ko leaned down between her legs, and kissed her slit gently through the smooth material of her black silk
thongs, causing her whole body to tense up. He took delight in her increasing discomfort as he touched and
caressed her lower body at his will. Only the soft thin material of the silk fabric separated his probing tongue and
nostrils from the sweet nexus which lay between Grace’s legs. A lovely dessert to end the lovely meal they had at
the restaurant, he thought to himself. Moving still closer he could feel her warm moist heat radiating through the
thin material and caught the scent of her musky fragrance.
Grasping one end of the string that formed the knot on her hip of her side-tie thongs, he pulled on it with two
fingers in a slow, measured action, watching Grace’s frantic expression as he did so, until it came undone.
Repeating with the other end of the string, he pulled at a leisurely pace, till the remaining knot of her thongs had
come undone. Lifting the flimsy piece of garment, he finally gazed down on Grace's small pink opening which
peered out from a trim turf of fine pubic hair. Her labia were closed shyly, glistening like a juice-covered apricot.
Grace could feel the cool air making contact with the opening to her intimate interior, as the last remnant of her
clothing was removed from her. She was now naked and never felt so vulnerable. Her heart was in her mouth
and she wondered what her kidnapper would subject her to next. Her heart pounded. She feared the worst.
With one hand Mr Ko gently caressed her labia lips, causing her lower body to recoil from his touch several
times. Then, laying both his hands on her, he gently opened her labia lips. Mr Ko sat there, staring at her tender
pussy now gaping open. This was the most intimate part of this twenty-five year attractive, young female
executive named Grace looked like. Grace felt waves of humiliation wash over her, threatening to make her break
out in tears – here she was laying on a bed, naked and unable to do anything as this man examined her most
private sanctum, touching her soft pink interior, probing it with his grimy fingers.
He leaned close to her gaping pussy, inspecting it, admiring it. “My god, you’re glistening wet inside my dear
Grace,” remarked Mr Ko. “And.." he paused, sniffing, "the aroma from your pussy is decidedly an obvious
indication of your sexual arousal. If we were still at the restaurant, our waiter could probably smell it too”.
Grace was overwhelmed with shame that she was still wet from her earlier masturbation in the ladies in the
restaurant, under Royston’s instruction. Mr Ko would assume she had gotten wet as he stripped her of her clothes
and toyed with her breasts!
“No... no it's not true," she cried in desperate denial. Would convincing Mr Ko that it was only because she played
with her pussy halfway through dinner with him make her less of a slut?
“That’s alright Grace. Don’t have to be shy. No need to deny…” said Mr Ko.
His face mere inches away from her pussy, he gave it a soft blow with his mouth, causing Grace to cry out softly.
He was fascinated and satisfied to see her pussy contracting involuntarily. The attractive young executive tried to
retract her arms and ankles, but the ropes held them tight. There was nothing she could do as one of the most
senior executives in her company would violate her modesty repeatedly that night.
"This dress that you wore tonight.. simply makes my mouth water you know? And all those tight blouses and
super-short skirts you've been wearing to the office lately, showing off your hot body, making all the cocks stand
up in the office. You get wet thinking about all the cocks you made hard at work, don't you, you little tease? Do
you squeeze your thighs and get off secretly during meetings with the men looking at you? Does your little cunt
leak juices under that table as you have dinner with Mr Ko?"
Grace shook her head, tears coming to her eyes. Restrained, she was unable to cover her ears from all those awful
things he said. Awful but true.
“Do you like vegetables Grace?” he said. Grace did not process what she thought he just said.
Grace’s eyes grew big, and she started to panic as she realized how sick this man was – he was brandishing a
eggplant in his hand ! Shaking her head, she said, “No… no….”
“Ah, just as I thought. You don’t eat your vegetables do you? Well now Mom was right. Vegetables are good for
you. Now because you have been so naughty not eating your vegetables, they are here to teach you a lesson
today.”
Mr Ko took out a condom, and started putting the condom around the eggplant. The eggplant was smooth, deep
purple, about seven inches in length, and two inches in diameter. Grace struggled against her bonds again but
they were too tight.
The older man said, “Since you didn’t eat your vegetables Grace, your pussy is going to eat vegetables today.
Hehehe…” He chuckled, thinking it was a witty joke he had just made.
One of his hands positioned the rubber-encased eggplant at the entrance of her pussy, while the other spread her
lips open, exposing her pink interior as if testing if it were ready to accept the would-be intruder. Grace struggled
in her bonds, terrified at what the madman was going to do.
Mr Ko thought the glint of moisture in Grace’s slit had become more obvious than it was a minute ago, peeking
out slightly between her labia lips. He winked at her, and started to massage her cleft of venus with the eggplant.
Grace started to speak, but found her voice cracking. Pausing to compose her voice, she tried to speak again,
trying hard to control the waves of panic threatening to break her voice. “No please, Mr Ko.. don’t do this to me.
Pleasee…” She could not believe that she was about to be raped by an eggplant brandished by a psychopath.
Her plea fell on dear ears. The eggplant was rubbing her labia minora in a up down motion, revealing more of her
pink tender flesh under Mr Ko's control.
"NO NO NO !" Grace's eyes betrayed her abject panic now, and she pulled on the bonds holding her wrists so
tight her fists started to feel cold.
Slowly but surely, Mr Ko started to coax the head of the eggplant into Grace’s pussy. “Ohhh… you’re so tight,”
he said as the tip of the eggplant slowly disappeared into Grace’s vulva.
"PLEASE DON'T MR KO.. PLEASE I beg you!" Grace cried out in pain as the immense object forced its way into
her vagina. She felt that she was going to be split apart. "I WILL DO ANYTH - No, no, Noooo!
MMMMFFFFFHH"
A hand clamped over her mouth while the other hand kept a firm hold on the eggplant. Mr Ko said, "HUSH.
Shut-up and enjoy. If you keep quiet I might let you go."
As Mr Ko raped her with the eggplant, the breast pumps had her tits and nipples sucked fully into the
transparent plastic cups of the pumps.
"Last week you were on your hand and knees in the conference room, you remember? After that management
presentation?" Mr Ko remarked, his hand firmly holding the vegetable that held her body in thrall. Grace's
terrified mind faintly registered the event. He was referring to when Royston had intentionally dropped some
documents on the floor after the presentation had ended, and made her pick it up in front of everybody.
Grace's body jerked as the eggplant was pushed in another inch. He added, "You were showing everyone your
ass, yah? Wiggling your cute ass to all the directors, asking to be fucked from behind."
Grace's eyes filled with tears as she heard those hateful accusations. "No.. ", she shook her head. Mr Ko's hand
over her mouth lifted, but she tried to keep herself quiet - she lied to herself that he would stop if she
kept quiet like he said. A gurgle escaped her mouth as Mr Ko jiggled the end of the half impaled
eggplant sticking out from her pussy. "Haha.. and Shih told me this morning you were a good fuck alright!"
"Did he fill you as much as Mr Ko here?" he said, his beady eyes betraying a glint of madness, his hand forcing
the purple vegetable in further. "UUGHH..." Grace's body jerked again with the forced instrusion - her
back arched, her fists clenched, and her mouth opened with a silent cry.
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