Brothers of Tajomaru - Holiday Gangbang

[VictimEyes]

Teaser: An anniversary celebration!!
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.

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. Brothers of Tajomaru

. by
. VictimEyes

Part of the Holiday Gangbang story contest

. The long line of people extended from the front doors of the old theater building to the end of the city block and around the corner out of sight. The line consisted mostly of men (all Japanese) dressed in perfectly identical gray suits and perfectly identical polished black shoes. Some, but not many, enjoyed accompaniment by women. The men all wore a perfectly identical red leather necktie, knotted precisely, over a perfectly identical clean and plain white shirt.
. The women wore absolutely nothing gray and absolutely nothing in common with each other. Some had chosen skirts and blouses, some chose cocktail dresses, some, mini dresses, all bright and vivid in their color, creating a brash contrast against their uniform men. None sported pants or leggings. They had all carefully selected clothes, shoes and accessories that exhibited their features, announced their presence and aroused the collective libido of the men around them.

. Distinguished from the crowd, a red haired white woman carried a stripper's thin feather boa across her shoulders. She tenderly and playfully leaned into the body of the Japanese man she accompanied and spoke in her natural aristocratic British accent "I must say that you gentlemen all look so very sharp, so very handsome. - Very, very impressive."
. "Oh thank you, darling."
. "If you would.......tell me....about your gray suits and red ties."
. "Oh, ........very well. ..........................Gray ......a combination of black and white .....is our symbolic acknowledgement that life is not a 'black or white' enterprise; it is a symbolic expression of our endless search for balance in everything. For us, however, there can be but only one shade of gray; that shade of gray that is exactly half way between black and white, made from perfectly equal portions of both .......... The red necktie ...... simply .... is the red sun on the flag of our beloved homeland. "
. Nodding, she responded "Very interesting, Thank you."
. The other men in their proximity eavesdropped on them very discreetly, hoping that she would continue speaking in a voice that provoked their curiosity. She did not.

. The mellow crowd grew increasingly clamorous as the late afternoon became the early evening.

. The head usher of the theater looked outward from an open third floor window toward the dulling sun as it set behind the Tokyo skyline. The lights of the city had begun energizing and illuminating the streets and sidewalks to a neon glow, casting mischievous shadows on the walls. He diligently observed the correspondences and behavior of the people on the sidewalk below.

. The owner/manager of the theater, also dressed in the gray suit/uniform stealthily approached the head usher as he sat unaware that he was no longer alone in the room. The owner/manager also surveyed the sidewalk below for a long moment before abruptly stating "AH, YES! ....I see that the games have begun early this year!"

. Startled, the head usher jerked his head around to his right, thereafter facing the owner/manager. After a recuperative pause, he calmly responded ".....Yes. .......Spirits are mirthful. The mood is good. I am hearing much laughter and camaraderie. They are exchanging greetings and jokes. They are talking about sports. ...And yes, They are aggressively and enthusiastically wagering on everything they can think of; the ethnicity of the first woman, the ethnicity of the last woman, the first color drawn from the white tureen, which of their numbers will be called first, whether or not their numbers will be called at all - they are betting on every component of tonight's event."
. "Excellent! ...........is everybody in place?"
. "Yes, they are. Event staff is ready."
. "Perfect! ..........Then the time has come to open the doors and get the party started."

. The gentlemen at the front of the line leered through the glass in the thick wooden doors at the head usher as he approached from within. Flanked by two other ushers, the three men slowly marched in perfect synchronicity with each other like a priest and two acolytes toward the doors. Maintaining perfect choreography with each other, the three men dramatically produced key rings from their pockets, forcefully inserted their long keys into the narrow slots and unlocked the doors with a strong twist exactly as an unseen ancient bell tolled loudly.
. The three ushers took position in front of the doors they had just opened and prompted the line to begin moving into the building. One column diffused into three as the line began entering the corridor to the theater lobby. Samurai swords and armor, portraits of honored dead, framed documents and other militaria from throughout Japanese history had been proudly showcased behind window display glass on both sides of the corridor.

. The red haired woman and her gentleman attentively perused the ornately and beautifully decorated lobby. He gently squeezed her hand for just a moment to draw her attention and asked her "What do you think, my darling?"
. "Captivating! - This grand room reminds me of the foyer in the museum of history back home in England........Solemn and sacred, yet still warm, familiar and inviting. The decorators have truly found the balance they sought. I like this space very much."
. "My thoughts exactly."
. "My dear, if you would, could you please tell me what I should expect to witness tonight?"
. "Tonight, my darling, you will not only witness a celebration of masculinity, you will witness a great confirmation of it. You will witness our definitive victory over a world that continually makes one futile attempt after another to take our masculinity away from us. That is what you can expect to witness."
. Though troubled by his words and darker tone, she nodded and coolly responded "Also very interesting. Thank you."

. Opposite the lobby entry, a bright, gold and red banner proclaiming '!!SEVEN HUNDRED YEARS!!' hung directly over a single set of double doors that opened to the theater main room.

. Two young Japanese women, garbed in kimono, stood at opposite ends of a small table in the middle of the lobby, both with a blue clay pottery tureen aside her on the table.
. The red haired woman and her gentleman looked on as the garbed women repeatedly and ritualistically:
1) Uncovered their tureen
2) Extended an open hand forward
3) Received a small black brick from each of the men individually as they arrived at the table
4) Bowed their head while saying "Thank you, My lord and master"
5) Placed the brick in the tureen
6) Replaced the lid on the tureen

. The red haired woman gently squeezed the hand of her gentleman exactly as he had done to draw her attention and asked "What are those girls collecting from the men?"
. "They are collecting dominoes."
. "Dominoes?"
. "Every man that wishes to participate in the forthcoming events must submit his domino. ........You see, my darling, .....Every member of our fraternity is given a unique, sequential number. This number is meticulously and deeply carved into a small wooden block, which is then given to the member at his initiation ceremony. Appropriately, these blocks have been given the nickname 'Dominoes' because of their size, shape and physical appearance - painted black on the sides and edges .......carefully painted white only in the engraving........ - here, I will show you mine."
. He reached into his pocket, retrieved his domino and handed it to her. After a brief inspection, she returned it to him, flirtatiously asking "Is 1629 a lucky number?"
. "Well, I don't know. .......I certainly hope it is. ....we shall see."

. Most of the men immediately submitted their dominoes and proceeded into the theater, intent on securing a good seat. Others reverently browsed the lobby, admiring the artwork and decor.

. The three ushers stepped out onto the sidewalk as far as the curb and began scanning the surrounding area in all directions.

. The red haired woman's gentleman stated "I will now submit my domino." He then reported to the table, exchanged a brief dialogue with the kimono garbed girl, submitted his domino and returned to her.

. Satisfied that all the patrons had arrived and were present inside the building, the three ushers re-entered, closed their doors, produced their keys and locked their doors in perfect unison with each other exactly as the ancient bell tolled again.

. Concerned, the red haired woman asked "Isn't that terribly unsafe?"
. "Perhaps. ........But, ........that is our way. Once the second bell rings, our commitment is total. All doors and windows in this building are securely locked. No intrusions. No escapes."
. Despite a growing anxiety, first from hearing his description of the night's events, now from hearing him say "No escapes", she maintained her confident countenance and responded "I see."

. The three ushers turned about face and traversed the corridor into the lobby. The head usher proceeded forward into the space while the two other ushers turned left and right and walked away in opposite directions.
. The head usher took position in front of the double doors and announced "Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come. Now we make our way into the theater."

. The red haired woman, her gentleman and the other occupants of the lobby turned toward the double doors and began their transition into the theater. The kimono garbed girls smiled and bowed to all who passed by. The red haired woman brought her eyes to meet the eyes of one of the girls. To the red haired woman's dismay, the girl suddenly turned her head away as though ashamed of herself, unwilling to or unable to face the red haired woman, who nonchalantly continued forward as though unaffected.

. Despite their unfavorable place on the line outside the theater, the red haired woman and her gentleman found two seats in the fourth row, center.

. The theater audience settled comfortably into their old wooden seats as the house lights slowly dimmed and the theater darkened to an abyss.

. The red haired woman's gentleman whispered to her "Right now, the dominoes from the blue tureens are being emptied into a large gold one and thoroughly mixed."

. The murmuring and last-second wagering gradually ceased and the theater fell silent.

. At exactly 8:15p.m. Tokyo time, the stage lights energized, an unseen percussionist struck a gong and the owner/manager walked out onto center stage to boisterous applause from the audience. Humbly, he smiled and reveled in his popularity for only a few moments before raising his hands and gesturing to the audience for silence.
. The audience quickly stifled itself and he began speaking "Thank you, my esteemed brothers! .........
It is the greatest of pleasures and the honor of a lifetime to be your master of ceremonies tonight as we celebrate the grandest of holidays; the seven hundredth anniversary of our great fraternity, our great society - The Brothers of Tajomaru........(the stage lights provided the correct amount of light for the red haired woman to inconspicuously examine the theater as the owner/manager aired his speech. The theater seated about three hundred people, was never updated with sprinklers or fire suppression equipment of any kind and was built with internal timber framing, indicating that the walls of the room were not the exterior walls of the brick building. The head usher patrolled the aisles, monitoring the entire audience. Seeing nothing of further interest, she turned her attention to the stage.
. To the left of the master of ceremonies, two clay pottery tureens, one painted white and the other painted gold sat atop two pedestals of unequal height. The variation in the height of the pedestals brought the brim of the much smaller white tureen to the same elevation from the stage floor as the brim of the much larger gold tureen.
. Behind him, ceremonial linens concealed a fixture resembling an altar. She turned her eyes forward to the master of ceremonies just as he was bringing his monologue to it's conclusion.) ...............ensuring our lasting legacy for the next seven hundred years!

. Again, the audience erupted with applause and loud salutations.
. Again, the master of ceremonies raised his hands and gestured to the crowd for their silence after only a few moments.

. Once the audience grew silent, he spoke again "....Now.........we uncover.......the altar of fate." He closed his eyes and bowed his head forward as did the audience also.
. Again, the unseen percussionist struck the gong.

. From opposite sides of the stage the two acolyte ushers emerged, marching to the slow beat of invisible war drums toward each other. They arrived simultaneously at opposite ends of the altar, facing each other. The two wide shouldered and tall men reached underneath the linens and took hold of a rectangular tabletop. They lifted the tabletop and the linens that covered it upward and carried it rearward into the darkness backstage, revealing the altar to be cylindrical in it's true form.
. The acolytes disappeared from sight with the tabletop and the unseen percussionist played one final drumbeat. The master of ceremonies opened his eyes, raised his head and exclaimed "TO OUR HONORED DEAD!!!", bringing the ceremonial moment of silence to it's end. The audience unanimously responded "TO OUR HONORED DEAD!!"
. The master of ceremonies turned to the left and proceeded to his position behind the tureens, inhaling deeply as he walked. He turned to face stage right and loudly announced the name "JI - A!!"

. An overhead spotlight energized and cast it's white beam down onto a shapely Korean woman. The spotlight followed her as she toured the stage, waving and smiling to loud applause before taking her position between the altar and the tureens, facing the master of ceremonies. Ji-a wore only flip-flop sandals and a bikini bathing suit decorated as the flag of South Korea.
. The master of ceremonies instructed her "Now, Ji-a, without looking into the white tureen, reach into it, take hold of one (and only one) of the color placards and withdraw it. "
. She looked away, fearlessly plunged her hand into the tureen and withdrew a yellow placard.

. She presented the yellow placard to the master of ceremonies who instructed "Now, Ji-a, hold it high, turn around and show the placard to the entire audience.
. Ji-a turned to her left, strutted proudly forward, displaying the placard like a ring card girl between rounds in a boxing match. She walked from one side of the stage to the other and back before returning to the master of ceremonies.
. The red haired woman whispered cautiously to her gentleman, unsure if questioning him during the ceremony was acceptable "What is the significance of the yellow slate she is flaunting?"
. "Brown has a value of one. Red has a value of two. Yellow has a value of four. Blue, a value of six and gray, a value of eight........for convenience, we use the resistor color band code that we were all taught as children."

. The master of ceremonies spoke to Ji-a again "Now, Ji-a.......return the yellow placard to the white tureen."
. She giggled, smiled, brought her knees together and arched her back forward, bringing attention to her body curves as she replaced the yellow placard.
. "Good. .....Now, Ji-a, without looking into the gold tureen, reach into it and withdraw one (and only one) domino.
. Keeping her body in it's provocative posture, she looked away, reached into the gold tureen and withdrew one domino before uprighting herself.
. "Ji-a, first, you will turn to the audience and read the string of numbers aloud as clearly as you are able. When the owner of the domino meets you on this stage, return the domino to him while bowing your head and then turn back to me after he takes his position. You will draw a total of four dominoes, one at a time, in exactly this way.
. She then turned to the audience and announced "ONE!! ...........FOUR!! ...........SEVEN!! ........." in an innocent girlish voice.
. "Very good, Ji-a."

. The owner of domino #147 sprang up from his seat and ambled confidently toward the stage access.

. The red haired woman again whispered to her gentleman "My dear.....what does Ji-a believe is transpiring?"
. "They.....very convincingly, .......led her to believe that she is auditioning to be the co-host of a new game show of some kind...............and, .......... tell me, my darling...........what do you believe is transpiring?"
. "I honestly do not know what to think. I couldn't even venture a guess."

. The owner of domino #147 walked across the stage from the right and met Ji-a. She returned his domino to him as instructed and waited for him to take his position at the altar as instructed before returning to the gold tureen and repeating the sequence three more times.

. The owners of dominoes #1359, #114 and #930 had soon joined #147 on the stage aside the altar.

. Ji-a returned to her position between the the tureens and the altar, facing the master of ceremonies.
. "Excellent, Ji-a, - you have performed very well!"
. He looked outward and around the theater at the eager faces of his brethren for just a few moments. He then turned to face the four men he shared the stage with and asked "Gentlemen.........are you ready?"

. The four silently nodded in strong affirmation.

. He raised his arm straight upward, held for a moment and shouted "NOW!!" as he brought his arm quickly downward.

. The four men converged on Ji-a at an impossible rate of speed, overpowering and overwhelming her in only seconds. She stood helpless in their grasp, unable to freely move any part of her body. #114 barred her left arm with his left arm and muffled her mouth with his right hand. #1359 secured her right arm while #147 and #930 handled her legs.
. Their free hands excruciatingly groped and probed her, kneading her flesh and squeezing her breasts. Their fingers reached under her bikini top and grazed her nipples. They cupped her buttocks and fingered her clitoris. They left no doubt of their intentions or the extent to which she has been betrayed by those she trusted.
. #147 spoke in a devious tone to the other three "Now gentlemen, ......before we put her on the altar, .......we should show our brothers in the audience what they are missing out on. .....#930, if you would, please take hold of both of her legs and do not let her bend her knees......we will keep her standing upright ................ Now, we take her to the forefront of the stage."
. The three men carried her to the forefront of the stage and planted her upright on her feet. #930 sat crouched behind her, immobilizing her legs in a bear hug.
. #147 walked out in front of Ji-a and the other three men, leered devilishly into her tearing eyes and then circled behind them. He untied the bottom bow knot of her bikini top with a dramatic flourish, circled around them again (delighting in the sight of a defeated Ji-a) and untied the top knot, also with the same dramatic flourish. He walked around them again, this time stopping just to the right of them.
. He turned to the audience, proudly extended his index finger from his right hand, slid the finger upward between her bikini top and her two breasts and briskly flicked the bikini top forward, exposing her bared mammaries.
. The audience expressed it's appreciation with loud applause. Nodding arrogantly, #147 soon raised his hand and gestured for silence as the master of ceremonies had done.

. He produced a box cutter from his pocket and extended the blade directly in Ji-a's line of sight.

. He stepped to the left of her, took hold of her waistband at the hip, stretched it outward and cut it in two. He stepped to the right of her, took hold of her waistband at the hip, stretched it outward and cut it in two. He retracted the blade as Ji-a involuntarily looked on and returned the cutter to his pocket. He took hold of her bikini bottom, turned to the audience and flung it forward from between her thighs, baring her torso as well.
. Again, the audience showed it's appreciation with applause and again, #147 soon gestured to them for their silence.
. #147 turned and faced Ji-a and his brethren and said "To the altar."

. The four men carried naked Ji-a to the altar and placed her atop it, centered and on her back.
. Four flush-set, removable covers concealed hidden compartments under the surface of the altar. #1359 displaced the first removable cover, drew an anchored manacle from the compartment and secured Ji-a's wrist to the altar. He then stepped behind #114, whose hands were both still occupied, uncovered another compartment and secured her other wrist to the altar.
. #1359 untied and removed his own necktie and then #114 removed his hand from her mouth. Ji-a had time to air only the shortest of cries and protests before #1359 had wrapped his necktie around her head twice, securing it with a festive bow knot directly over her forcibly opened mouth, gagging her.
. #1359 and #114 walked opposite each other around the altar, uncovered the other two compartments and shackled Ji-a's legs to the altar by her ankles.

. While horrified and traumatized by what she had just witnessed, the red haired woman exhibited no reaction or emotion of any kind as she whispered again to her gentleman "Is the altar of fate a rotary turntable?"
. "You are very observant. Yes. It is."
. "I thought I saw it twist slightly when the were shackling her down onto it."

. #147 rotated the altar three revolutions before stopping it where Ji-a's feet are in front of him. He reached downward and exposed yet another hidden compartment in the side of the altar to his left. He reached into the compartment, took hold of a handwheel attached to a long worm gear and began spinning it. As he turned the handwheel, a visible seam widened incrementally and steadily between her calves, forcibly spreading her legs. He spun the handwheel to the end of it's range and stepped between Ji-a's vastly parted thighs.
. Again, he reached into his pocket and this time produced a tube of sex lube from it. He uncapped the tube and then left the tube and it's cap on Ji-a's trembling belly.
. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers, took his pants and underwear down and loosed his penis. Perhaps motivated by a sense of mercy, perhaps out of courtesy to his brothers, he took the tube and lubed himself generously. He stepped into Ji-a, inserting his penis into her methodically and slowly, savoring his conquest. He leaned his head back as he slid himself back and forth in her. He fucked her slowly, relishing every part of the experience.
. #1359 stood diametrically opposite #147, looking down at her face as she winced and squealed and cried. He bent over forward, bringing his mouth to her ear and whispered "#147 is merciful..........I am NOT."
. As #147 continued gently ravaging her, #1359 unbuckled his belt and loosed his penis. He cruelly cock-slapped her twice and then probed her cheeks and eyes with the tip of his penis, symbolically lubricating his dick with her tears.
. After only another twenty to thirty insertions, #147 tilted his head all the way forward, closed his eyes hard, groaned animalistically and wildly ejaculated his semen into her. He caught his breath, opened his eyes and withdrew. Having never forgotten that others are awaiting their turn, he promptly righted his underwear and pants and returned to his seat in the theater. The audience gratefully showered him with dignified, tributary applause as he rejoined them.
. #1359 rotated the altar 180 degrees and unceremoniously penetrated Ji-a. He fucked her as hard and as fast as he could and quickly ejaculated. After emptying his prostate into her, he withdrew and righted his underwear and pants. Again, he rotated the altar 180 degrees. He looked down at her and said "I'm taking back my necktie now."
. He then untied and reclaimed his necktie before returning to his seat in the theater, exchanging 'high - fives' with those he passed on the way.

. #114 rotated the altar to the desired position and stepped into the gap between her legs. Just as #147 and #1359 had done before, #114 undid his belt and pants and liberated his penis. He applied a thin sheen of lube from #147's tube and penetrated Ji-a. He moaned and grunted with pleasure as he fucked her.
. #930 stood diametrically opposite #114 at the altar. He took the back of Ji-a's head in his left hand. He then reached downward on the side of the altar to his right and took hold of a polished brass handle. He first twisted the handle 90 degrees and then pulled the handle outward. A trap door underneath her head opened downward along with the adjacent section of the side of the altar, facilitating complete access to Ji-a's face and mouth. He slowly and gently lowered Ji-a's head and retracted his hand, leaving Ji-a's head dangling downward over the edge.
. He crouched and stated "Ji-a, .......I will generously give you an opportunity to please me with your mouth." He undid his trousers and loosed his penis. He introduced the tip of penis to her lips "Ji-a, ...........open your mouth for me."
. She could not or would not.
. "Ji-a, .......open your mouth and suck my dick now....................................................Still no? ..............very well then. I will ravage you as I see fit." Angrily, he righted his pants and took a step backward.
. #114 continued fucking her for another moment or so before he too, vigorously ejaculated into her, withdrew and righted his pants and belt. Thinking that #930 may need his assistance after hearing what he said, #114 remained on the stage .
. #930 rotated the altar 180 degrees, produced a handcuff key and freed both of Ji-a's ankles.
. #114 said "#930, ...........Are we putting her on her belly?"
. "Thank you, ........#114. ......Yes. ....We are."
. Again, he rotated the altar another 180 degrees. #114 took hold of Ji-a's left forearm and #930 unlocked the manacle, freeing her wrist. #114 pulled her arm across her body to her right, twisting her body. He held her left forearm in one hand and her right forearm in the other long enough for #930 to free her other wrist and secure her left wrist in the shackle. #930 stepped around #114 and took Ji-a's right forearm, pulled it across her body to their left underneath her chest and neck. #114 re-took Ji-a's forearm and held it while #930 secured it in the other shackle.
. #930 said to #114 "Thank you for making that so much easier."
. "Glad to help, my brother."
. #114 turned toward the stage access and began his return to the audience. He received kudos and acknowledgements for his helpfulness from those he passed by.

. #930 rotated the altar to a position facing the audience and pulled Ji-a's numbed legs down into the handwheel notch. He loosed his dick, applied lube for his own benefit (not hers), parted her buttocks with his hands and inserted his penis into her rectum.
. She screamed out in agony again and again as he violently thrust himself into her again and again.
. He sodomized her for only a few more moments. He rammed his dick into her one final time, stretched his scrotum on her buttocks and shouted aloud as he came.

. The instant #930 exited the stage after resetting his pants, the two acolyte ushers emerged into view.
. They approached Ji-a from behind the altar on parallel tangents, turned about face, unshackled her wrists and carried her shocked, limp body rearward into the darkness.

. The eyes of the head usher engaged those of the red haired woman as he passed between the stage and the first row of seats. Disturbed, she whispered to her gentleman "He looks at me as though he is seeing me naked ....and in chains ............on the altar of fate."
. "Think nothing of it, my darling. he is simply doing his job."

. The master of ceremonies stepped forward, inhaling deeply. He loudly announced the name "VICTORIA!!!!"

. The spotlight energized and cast it's white beam down onto a platinum blond white woman, dressed in a sheer, pastel pink nightie and pink open toe pumps. She toured the stage just as Ji-a did, waving and smiling to the sound of loud cheering.
. Victoria then turned toward the tureens, spreading her stance as she stopped, slowly bent over forward, showing the audience her buttocks and bare vagina. She uprighted herself as slowly as she had bent over forward and proceeded to the white tureen, in front of the master of ceremonies.

. The red haired woman leaned into her gentleman and asked "What lie did they tell her?"
. "None. She is a very expensive prostitute. Her .....services .....were donated to us for tonight by a powerful member of our fraternity. It is known to ALL that she is not to be harmed."

. The master of ceremonies gestured with his hand for her to draw a color placard. She looked away, plunged her hand into the white tureen and withdrew the brown placard. She displayed it for the audience exactly as Ji-a had done before returning it. Victoria reached into the gold tureen, withdrew a single domino, turned to the audience and loudly announced "THIRTY-FIVE!! ...........THREE!!! ......FIVE!!!" in an exaggerated southern belle accent.

. The owner of domino #35 rose from his seat and Victoria moved forward to the spot where she would return his domino to him. He accessed the stage from the right and reclaimed his domino from the bowing Victoria.

. He pocketed his domino, gently took Victoria by the hand and led her to the altar. #35 scooped Victoria up in his strong arms and gently and carefully placed her on the altar top, centered and on her back. He took position in front of her head. She relaxed her neck and throat, dangling her head downward into the open notch. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to it's widest as he took down his pants and underwear.

. He slid his penis through her glossed lips and into her salivated mouth. She lovingly wrapped her lips around him and applied soft, gentle suction.
. He slid the head of his dick past her tonsils and into her throat. She made a slight nodding motion, tickling his scrotum with the tip of her nose, being careful to never bite him.

. "Ooooohhh .....you feel so good......"

. He slowly throat-fucked her for 25 or 30 more strokes to the sound of her murmuring "mmm........mmmm.......mmmmmm" before withdrawing his penis from her mouth with an audible pop, her having sustained her gentle suction.
. He took a step backward, rotated the altar 180 degrees and moved into the handwheel notch. He grasped the material of her nightie, folded it forward, inserted his dick into her saturated vagina and began fucking her vigorously.
. She moaned and cooed, moving her hips to accommodate his as he cycled back and forth in her. She extended and lifted one of her arms then opened her hand, spreading the fingers. His hand met hers and she pulled his hand down onto her breast. She guided his finger to her nipple over the sheer material. He slid his other hand under her nightie and explored her flesh. She wrapped her calves around his waist, dug her ankles into his buttocks and pulled his body closer in to hers. Softly, almost musically, she pled "I want make you cum...I want to please you...........please cum in me..........please...." He warmly cupped both of her breasts in both of his hands, one over and one under her nightie and continued fucking her for only a few more moments. The muscles of his body tensed, his knees wobbled, he closed his eyes and ejaculated a torrent of his semen into her, grunting to the heavens.

. Though struggling to remain conscious, he caught his breath, reset his pants and said to Victoria in his native Japanese "I very much hope to see you again next year............and I very much hope you will draw #35."
. Despite not understanding what he said she replied "Well, thank you."
. He continued in Japanese "If you like, I will assist you in coming down from the altar."
. "Lover, I don't speak Japanese."

. The master of ceremonies loudly and angrily interjected "WHAT??!!!!!" He stomped in Victoria's direction as she lay supine on the altar. "YOU WERE COMMANDED TO LEARN OUR LANGUAGE LAST YEAR!! - YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN MORE THAN AMPLE TIME!!! .....THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!!"
. Unaffected, Victoria rolled her eyes in annoyance, slowly raised her arm into his line of sight, extended her waving middle finger and dismissively responded "I've been busssssyyyyyyeeeeeeeee............"

. The master of ceremonies softened the tone of and lowered the volume of his voice and said "#35, Please help the lady down from the altar before returning to your seat."

. The master of ceremonies untied and removed his necktie as #35 gently and graciously assisted Victoria, returning her softly and comfortably to her feet.
. The master of ceremonies ranted at her again "YOU HAVE DEFIED THE COMMANDS OF YOUR SUPERIORS. YOU HAVE MOCKED MY AUTHORITY. IF YOU WILL NOT SPEAK JAPANESE, THEN YOU WILL NOT SPEAK AT ALL!!!!!! " He wrapped his necktie around her head, one loop only, securing it with a large double bow knot directly over her forcibly opened mouth. "REMAIN HERE!!!" He stormed into the darkness backstage and promptly returned with a large flower pot. He placed the pot on the floor behind his position at the tureens.
. "YOU WILL STAND IN THE POT, FACING FORWARD, PERFECTLY STILL AND PERFECTLY SILENT UNTIL I DECIDE THAT YOU ARE FORGIVEN!!!!!!!!! .........YOU!! ....ARE A POTTED POINSETTIA NOW!!"

. Victoria, deciding that she has pushed her luck far enough and believing it to be the will of her true masters, slowly complied with the demands of the master of ceremonies and took her place, standing in the flower pot.

. The red haired woman leaned into her gentleman, mustered a false tear and whispered in a false trembling voice "I know that it was I that asked you to bring me here...but I don't think I can bear to see anymore. There must be a way you can take me away from this place."
. "I cannot. ..........But, ..........I can bring you to the head usher..... I believe he possibly knows a way. ...Come."
. "Thank you. ......Thank you so much."
. The two excused themselves and made their way to the aisle. The head usher greeted them as they started walking back toward the double doors. The head usher and the red haired woman's gentleman exchanged some dialogue in Japanese. The head usher smiled, turned to the red haired woman and said "If you will follow me this way, I can certainly help you."
. Her gentleman kissed her hand and said "Good night, my darling. I will see you again soon."
. "Good night and thank you so very much."

. Her gentleman watched the red haired woman walk away with the head usher.

. The red haired woman listened intently while walking as the next name was loudly announced;
. " MAI !!....LING!!!!!- DAUGHTER OF NANKING!!!!!!"

. The red haired woman didn't dare look back. The head usher opened the double doors for her and she stepped out into the lobby in front of him. He said "Ma'am, you'll be exiting through the door to your left", pointing to the correct door.
. "Thank you, sir."

. The other of the kimono garbed girls smiled and bowed to her.

. She turned and walked hastily toward the door he had designated. The sight of the 'EXIT' sign over the door, previously unnoticed amidst the bright and colorful decor, brought her smug comfort, leaving her confident that she has escaped the inescapable.

. Just as Ji-a had done, Mai Ling appeared on stage and began randomly choosing the number of men that would rape her from the white tureen and then randomly selecting her rapists from the gold one.

. The red haired woman had pushed the 'EXIT' door only half way open when her right forearm was rapidly and powerfully seized and she was violently yanked into another room by one of the acolyte ushers. The second of the acolyte ushers assisted and quickly immobilized her before she could even resist. They methodically placed her on the floor in the prone position and cuffed her hands behind her back. They lifted her and carried her just as methodically down a hallway toward a backstage dressing room. She stammered "My god, ............You're both ........police officers...........aren't you?"
. Surprised, they looked first at each other and then the one on the right looked down at her and sternly responded "YOU WILL BE SILENT....AS MAI LING IS SILENT." They opened the dressing room door, brought her inside and fastened her to an exposed cast iron drainpipe with a second pair of handcuffs. They exited the room, leaving her standing there, upright.

. #75, #901, #1239, #89, #32 and #1986 escorted Mai Ling to the forefront of the stage and aggressively tore every stitch of clothing away from her body to the delight of the crowd. Mai Ling could only look onto the audience through lifeless, emotionless eyes as they applauded her humiliation.
. Mai Ling was then manacled to the surface of the altar just like Ji-a was and the process of ravaging and inseminating her just as Ji-a was began.

. The head usher, the two acolytes and the red haired woman's gentleman proudly entered the dressing room and surrounded the red haired woman. Her gentleman stood directly in front of her. She looked directly into his eyes and asked "Why?"
. "Because we know who you are. We knew of your identity and your agenda before you even boarded your airplane in London. We know of your connection to the British media. We have seen the content you publish. You are nothing more than a cheap vendor of soft pornography who hides behind titles like 'investigative journalism'. You have no intention of reporting any of our many acts of benevolence or our contribution to the greater good on all levels. ..No, you wish only to report our one lone indulgence in debauchery. You understand NOTHING. You wish to expose us, well, you will find that it is YOU who is exposed. You wish to deceive us - but it is YOU who is deceived."
. "You will NEVER get away with this."
. "We already have. Tell me .....my ......darling, ......have your keen powers of observation failed to notice the absence of cellular phones and wireless devices?? - This entire city block as well as the eight that surround it are an RF dead zone! Your miniature camera and your miniature microphone have transmitted NOTHING. You have recorded NOTHING. You have failed in your mission."
. "I will see you rot in prison."
. "You will see me from the surface of the altar of fate as I take my turn on you."

. The four men turned about face and left the dressing room. #1629 returned to his seat.

. As soon as #1986 cleared the stage, the acolyte ushers approached the altar just as they had done before and unlocked Mai Ling from the shackles.
. After having entertained six men, naked Mai Ling disembarked from the altar. She walked under her own power into the darkness backstage, having now forever settled her family's debts. The two acolytes then reset the notches in the altar, reset the manacles in their compartments and replaced the covers, restoring the altar to it's original perfectly round and flat shape before stepping backstage themselves.
. The master of ceremonies lifted the white tureen from it's pedestal, transported the tureen and it's pedestal backstage and then returned empty handed to his position between the gold tureen and his 'potted poinsettia'.

. He paused briefly, inhaled deeply, took a step forward and loudly announced "THE SISTER OF BOUDICA!!!!"
. The spotlight energized and cast it's white beam down onto the two acolyte ushers, carrying the thrashing, wiggling, naked body of the red haired woman in their arms. Her hands were now cuffed over her belly and her own thin feather boa had been wrapped around her head many times, muffling her mouth completely. The head usher followed one step behind them.

. The head usher rotated the altar to a position where her body would lay parallel to the edge of the stage.

. The red haired woman bounced from the surface of the altar one time when they thrust her down onto it. One acolyte usher held her legs firmly to the surface between the removable covers, while the other subdued her upper body. The usher uncovered the compartment to the right of her leg and shackled her ankle to the altar. He stepped around the acolyte and shackled her other ankle as well. The head usher, assisted by the 'legs' acolyte uncuffed her hands, uncovered the other compartments and secured her wrists to the altar.
. They stood hungrily over her, looking down on her. The acolytes stood at opposite sides of her head. The one on her left reached across her body with his right arm and took hold of her right breast, leaving the nipple visible. The other swung his right arm over her belly and took hold of her left breast, leaving the nipple visible. Unbeknownst to the red haired woman, they had created a flesh Yin/Yang symbol with their hands and her breasts. They gradually increased their compression of her chest and the pressure of their squeeze until she stopped squirming.
. The three ushers took a step backward, turned rearward and walked backstage as the red haired woman lay conquered on the altar, crying.

. The master of ceremonies stepped forward, inhaling deeply, then called out "NATSUMI !!!"

. The first of the kimono garbed women emerged from the darkness backstage and took position at the gold tureen. She still would not or could not face the red haired woman even as she prepared to randomly determine the succession of men that would rape the red haired woman.
. The master of ceremonies said to Natsumi "The white tureen is no longer necessary. The woman on the altar is going to be ravaged by ALL of us. We simply need you to choose the order. ...So, when you are ready, draw one (and only one) domino."
. Natsumi did not hesitate. She plunged her forearm deep into the tureen, concealing the sleeve of her kimono over her forearm within it. She gyrated her arms as though further mixing the dominoes and then withdrew only one.
. She turned and walked to the position where she would return the domino to it's owner and loudly announced "ONE!! ..........SIX!! ..........TWO!! ........NINE!!"

. The red haired woman's gentleman, #1629, rose up from his seat, accessed the stage from the right, repossessed his domino and took position at the head of the red haired woman.
. He bent over forward and whispered to her as he began unbuckling his belt "Your one unanswered question is now resolved - 1629 is a lucky number!"

[SoftGameHunter]

Any chance this is a real holiday? Somewhere? Anywhere? Even if I'm never invited, it warms my heart and loins to think it's out there. I can't say it was a surprise to see our girl up there taking it and not faking it, but in stories like this, the anticipation of her fall is more enjoyable than the twist of 'oh my gawd, she got caught up in it too!' I did figure her for being an innocent, though, and not an interloper. So we got surprise and fun all rolled up in one.

[JTCK]

Thank you very much for this wonderful contribution to the contest. You create a beautiful mood and atmosphere; through your vivid description, reading it felt to me like watching a scene from a movie.
This is the first story in the contest that I’ve read—and you set the bar very high for your competitors right from the start!

[RapeU]

Secret societies are always fun to read and write about. Full disclosure I did not read the story when I added it to the list of entries. I like to wait until after I've written something to read other stories so that I don't accidentally borrow an idea from someone.

If you were serious about being unsure that this story was worthy of the contest, I can assure you it's a good story of a dystopian secret society with it's own rules. I liked the concept and execution of how the redhead was forced into the action.

[DeckerDary13]

Wow sickening and eroctic at the same time!

[Shocker]

This was a marvelous story, loved both the buildup and execution. Making the men asian in identical outfits, emphasizes the women, and the faceless masses.

[Lucius]

We can't know whether Victoria liked painting by numbers, but she's going to hate fucking by numbers. @JTCK is right that it reads like a film scene, I think it's done in a POV very close to the Third Person Objective Omniscient, to wit Camera POV.

[Claire]

I agree with @Shocker, making the men all dress exactly the same was great and paid off nicely when you later refered to them only by number. I think you could have taken that even further by having them only open the fly of their pants during the rapes to keep them as uniform as possible. Also, I didn't see the undercover angle coming and I thought having the victims determine their rapists and calling them on stage themselves was a particularly devious idea.

I'm glad you decided to participate despite saying earlier you felt a bit out of place here. I think all your stories have this slightly surreal touch to them and there is definitely a place for your stories here too!