My friend told me that we had been invited to a party - a big party at your
estate outside of town. I was excited, and proud to have been invited. To get a
chance to meet the tanh [pron. "tarnn" - great man]. I spent a lot of time
getting ready: I put on a black and gold ankle length evening gown that left one
shoulder bare in the traditional manner, and pinned my hair up in coil, decorated
with a lotus blossom. I wore my best western style lingerie, not that anybody
would see it, but it made me feel good to wear the strapless half cup bra, and
matching lacy bikini panties, garter belt and sheer nylon stockings. A pair of
medium heeled gold sandals completed the outfit, and my friend dressed up in a
pretty gown too.

It was a very nice party, and I was careful not to drink too much -- I hardly
drink and it makes me all light headed, but a couple of dilute cocktails don't do
any harm. The only problem was one of the manservants serving the drinks who kept
"accidentally" touching my breasts. I tried to stop him without making a scene,
but he kept doing it, and even whispered that he'd "have fun with me later,"
whatever he meant by that! It would have been bad enough had it been a pretty
khunserp (waitress), but for a man to be doing such things in public was almost
unbearable.

As the guests started to leave my friend suggested we stay a little longer in the
hope of getting a lift home from the chauffeur, as the last bus had gone and we
hadn't brought the car to avoid drinking and driving. And it seemed like I might
get a chance to speak to you about possibly getting a letter of recommendation to
get back into school.

You noticed that my glass was empty and brought me a new drink. Champagne!

I drank it slowly as you talked to me, then I began to feel sleepy, and finally I
must have fallen asleep.

I woke up and the last of the guests had left. I was in an uncomfortable chair,
and I couldn't move -- then I realised that I was NAKED and tied to the chair.
What had happened to me? There were things attached to my ears, my breasts, and
between my legs with wires attached to them. There were also wires attached to my
wrists, ankles, and to my chest and forehead, like when you have tests at the
hospital.

All the servants were there, looking at me, and the one who'd touched my breasts
was grinning like a bat as if to say som nam na ["told you so" in Thai].

Then I noticed you were standing next to my friend, and she was naked too! You
ran your hands over her breasts, and pinched her nipples hard, that must have
hurt yet she didn't stop you. She didn't even stop you when you pushed your
fingers into her vagina and twisted them around. I could see from her face that
she wasn't happy, that it hurt, but why didn't she stop you?

You noticed then that I was awake and turned on a video player. I watched the
screen as I recognised myself. But I'd never done those awful things. It was
terrible. It showed me making love to my friend, then to all the men, sometimes 3
at a time. It made me look like a porn actress. Or a kaek [literally an Indian,
but colloquially a prostitute of the cheapest kind].

The film even showed men putting their penises in my bottom. Surely that isn't
possible? Despite myself I found the tape was exciting me a little. What had you
done to me. I couldn't be aroused by anything like that.

You explained that if I didn't "cooperate" you'd show the movie at your parties
when there were many tanh present, and you'd make sure the parties included
people who knew me.

It was terrible, me reputation would be ruined.

But, you said if I cooperated you'd not show the tape.

I nodded, and you clapped your hands and told the servants to carry on with the
"fun!" They attached some more wires, and then they briefly released my wrist
shackles and stood me up. The smiling one who had touched me earlier pushed a
dildo into my anus. I screamed with the pain but he pushed it in until a cross
bar lodged in the crack between the cheeks of my bottom and prevented it going in
any further. Then he inserted a short dildo into my vagina: my friend told me
later that the rapes on the tape had been faked and that you liked to deflower
virgins so the short dildo was used to keep my hymen intact. But I didn't know
that at the time.

They sat me down again and reattached the shackles holding my wrists

I felt little tingles from the electrodes, even from the two dildoes, which I
could feel humming and moving slowly inside me.

Then you pressed a switch and the machine came to life. I screamed and arched my
back as I had an almost immediate orgasm. My entire body was being stimulated,
from my head to my toes. My feet curled and my hands grasped, and I started to
experience orgasms one after the other. After a few the pleasure was wonderful,
but it kept on. I was drenched in sweat, and still the orgasms continued, seeming
to get more powerful.

I felt I was losing my mind. I lost track of time, I don't know how long it went
on. In brief moments of consciousness I noticed the servants laughing and joking
as they watched me thrash about in the chair.

Eventually you switched it off and I collapsed in the chair. I felt I'd had
enough orgasms for a lifetime.

They lifted me from the chair. I didn't have the strength to stand, so two of the
servants held me as the wires were stripped from my body, and the dildoes
extracted from my vagina and anus. They held me up like a Japanese doll, and you
pulled rope loops round my breasts and formed them into a bra, pulling the loops
tight so that my little breasts swelled like two apples. You crushed my breasts
and I almost passed out from the pain. I'd have done anything to have you stop.

You let my friend comfort me for a moment and explain what you wanted. It sounded
terrible, but if doing that meant you'd let me go, then I'd try.

I stood on my toes and kissed you. You put your tongue in my mouth, and I pushed
back, because my friend had told me you liked that. I tried to follow her
suggestions, but I was so tired, and I hated to lick a man. When I had to put
your penis in my mouth I just felt limp and tried to think of nothing at all. You
worked your penis in my mouth, getting it covered in my saliva, before pushing me
back onto the bed and spreading my legs wide apart. You put the end of your penis
in me and then stopped. I wondered why: only when you ripped through my hymen did
I realise that I was still a virgin.

You made me look you in the eye as you moved your penis around the mouth of my
vagina, and mauled my breasts, making me gasp with the pain even as weak as I
was. When you pulled and twisted my nipples I screamed with what little strength
I had left. I was still so sensitive there.

You gripped both of my breasts and slowly forced through my hymen. I looked up at
you realising that I was no longer to be a virgin. I had saved myself all my life
in the hopes of giving myself to a man I loved, and here I was lying back having
been tortured to the point where I had to allow you to rape me, even using my
mouth to help you do it, to lubricate the penis that ravished me, to stimulate
the nipples of my rapist, even as he mauled my breasts and ripped inside me. I
wanted to die. I wanted to kill you, then die.

Once you had ripped my hymen, you used my breasts as handles and pumped harder
and harder within my body, until I felt you begin to tense, and you drove hard
into me, pushing through my cervix as you pumped your semen into me.

Then you pulled out and lifted me up, and forced me to lick your penis. To lick
off your semen and the traces of my blood. I wanted so much to die then, but it
wasn't to be. I had to live on. I must have done something very terrible in an
earlier life to have this happen to me now.

When you had finished you left me on the bed, and sat in a big chair and watched,
with my friend on your lap, as you played with her breasts.

I lost track of the number of times I was raped after that, the servants pushing
their penises into my mouth and vagina, and ejaculating within me and onto my
breasts and face.

One of them tried to push his penis into my anus, but you stopped him.

Eventually the ordeal was over. My friend took me to a shower where we washed
together, then she took me home. We fell asleep with me in her arms after she had
explained how you forced her to bring me to that house of horrors.