To bring you up to speed with the story, my name is Jason and my girlfriend's name is Jodi although her nickname is possum, because she has a naturally arched back and little backside juts out like a little tail; although it is a tail comprised of two fantastically rounded firm buttocks. She has booty with class but not volume. She is one of those girls who you see walking along the street looking very tight and fit that makes all the tradies yell out. "Hey, possum." She is blonde and 5 foot 2. I don't think she weighs more than about 48 kg. In the old figures she is, in my mind, the perfect 34-23-34. Her hips are not very large but her waist is tiny and this hour-glass effect is amplified by the clothes she wears - she makes the perfect cloths rack. Yet it is her face that's the most beautiful. She has naturally pronounced lips and long blonde wavy hair and she smiles spontaneously, although a little shyly. When I met her she was so shy she would blush with embarrassment when anyone would look at her, probably because of the dysfunctional household she was raised in. It amazed me that she had no confidence considering the way she looked. This is probably the reason I managed to catch her, as we met over a collaborative university project, because I had weaselled myself into her group.
We were engaged to be married after dating for two and a half years. We had a good social life and met people at the local club every week for drinks. After she returned from her last tour, as she works as a tour manager, her personality has changed dramatically. This has become a major problem, as you will see.
In chapters 1 and 2 I told the story of how Juni was seduced on the bus to Adelaide by a group of perverted Japanese businessmen, made to orgasm publicly in a strip club and taken against her will by the powerful multimillionaire Katsuro. He also has an Australian Japanese assistant, Yoshi and a Sri-Lankan driver Sanjay.
Chapter Three
Juni felt that Katsuro had stolen her heart. She thoroughly believed that he had given her his love. He had said nothing of, course, other than sexy compliments and about how he was going to use her and make love to her relentlessly in the camp. He had had an hypnotic effect on her. He was everything that she imagined in an alpha male, strength, power, forcefulness. He was the type that would not take no for an answer. This was the type of man that had terrified and intimidated her in the past. Now Katsuro's possession of her made her feel warm and somehow whole. She felt happy, even elated by his attentiveness, that he finally showed he wanted her fully by taking her with his huge cock. She had never felt anything like it; it was so big and hard and his 8 inches had filled her thoroughly. She recalled its texture and his raw masculine power, as he used her and she had cum almost immediately when he entered her. He was irrepressible. He could not be refused and she had bonded with her captor, physically and emotionally. Juni imagined that Katsuro had embedded a part of himself in her and somehow left something behind, other than his seed. Perhaps it was a seed of his love for her. Juni saw his expectation of her bathed in love. She would do whatever Katsuro wished for her.
She did not think of me, Jason, her boyfriend at all. I hated it when she told me that. She knew that Yoshi wanted her too. She had seen it in his eyes. How could Katsuro calmly talk to Yoshi in the hotel room while his shaft was deep inside her, as he held her thin waist and blonde hair while he slowly fucked her against the wall? It was incredibly erotic that she had cum with Yoshi watching. Although, in reality, she been taken and raped, her ravishment had ignited a passion in her for Katsuro that she could never have imagined. She was enraptured with the way he took her. Maybe it was his raw force and overpowering energy that drew her to him. Juni was confused by her bodily reactions. He had brought from within her the wonders of an orgasm of unparalleled proportions.
After he had made love to her, which is what she told herself it was Juni began to think that she might follow him to the camp and do everything he said even without the $100,000. When he left she was breathless with elation and affection for him. Katsuro had left a package on the bed and told Juni to see him on the bus in two hours. He had not explained anything further about the money side of their arrangement. There was nothing she could do about that anyway.
What Katsuro did say, though, convinced her more than anything else that she had chosen the only real option.
"If you stay for all three weeks, you can also have all the videos and phones and there is no coverage up there. So they won't, ah, be transmitted." He said.
She began to see that this potential reward was also a potential way out of her trap.
"If I do what he says and he keeps his word," she thought. "I keep my dignity."
So she approached the task ahead in a workwoman like way, as purely an employment arrangement, removing any sense of self-responsibility for her actions, in a combination of Milgram's syndrome with a little Stockholm affect. She was beginning to think of Katsuro as a man of honour and integrity and it made her decision easy. He was a man of his word.
Juni wondered about the strippers who would be joining them. Would one be the blonde Shana who had made her cum? She began to feel herself getting aroused at the thought and flushed at embarrassment at the realisation that she had cum in the club in front of everyone.
