Forced prostitution ... white slave trade ... opium dens. Lurking evils in the density of Chinatown, surreptitiously mingling with wide-eyed tourists hungrily pursuing foreign shops for trinkets to get the folks back home? Hard to believe?
Perhaps these vices and sins might have been more believable back at the turn of the century when San Francisco was at its raucous best, when the Chinese began drifting in on the choppy waters from the exotic East, carrying with them a strangely exotic culture that would later settle itself into the heart of the 'City By The Bay' and rest there zenophobically while other immigrants settled along the hilly borders.
CHINATOWN ABDUCTION reveals the sordid truth about the happenings along the narrow, crowded streets of the mysterious section of San Francisco's Chinatown. These are places where no Caucasian would dare show his white skin ... except by the cruel hand of fate.
This is the story of two blonde haired, blue-eyed Caucasian women who find themselves hapless victims of an opium den proprietor and his lesbian accomplice. It is a story of vice, sin and corruption. A story whose denouncement will linger in the reader's mind each time he hazards the narrow, fishy smelling streets of this country's Chinese settlements.
CHAPTER ONE
The nerve-shattering explosion of firecrackers announcing Chinese New Year's shouted of heightened pandemonium on the crowded, hilly streets of San Francisco's North Beach. Traditionally, this Italian neighborhood had mingled communally with bohemian writers and artists, until it slowly relented to the massive pressure of Chinatown's invasion edging north from Broadway. The annoying chain of crackling eruptions sparked the reality of a changing lifestyle and a community eroding and diluting into something not quite Eastern, and never again to be Western.
The Italian merchants found it a loathsome reality, as did most of the coffee house inhabitants of the neighborhood who found themselves being turned away from rentals because of growing Chinese zenophobia. This festive time of the year when the normally passive Asians came out of the sweat shops and out from behind vegetable crates to exert themselves, was a tender time for tempers and tolerance.
"Goddamn! It sounds like a fuckin' Tet offensive out there!" bellowed Paul, stretched out lackadaisically, if not drunkenly, in the living room of his Telegraph Hill apartment listening to the romantic, candle-lit strains of Gino Vanelli whose soft, love-filled refrain was punctuated by the jolting crackle of fireworks outside his first floor window.
Not a conducive setting for a man trying to woe his lady love into an intimate tete a tete of a sensual sort, and not good on a full stomach, either. Paul rubbed his gullet stuffed with Chianti and pasta, with a few espressos to add an acidic bubble to an already frothing digestive tract. He belched. The firecrackers were the final punch.
In a burst, he pulled his lanky, Italian build up from the chair and stomping toward the window in a blast of cold January air, yelled at the world.
"You Goddamned slants! Get the hell out of here!"
A handful of black, shock-haired, round-faced youths scattered to the alley, clunking into garbage cans.
"Please, Paul ... don't be so crude." It was the voice of a demure, blonde haired woman with sparkling blue eyes under spidery lashes and a staunch upholder of social decency. Jan swirled the Chianti disapprovingly in her crystal wine glass and glowered at her boy friend and his crude drunkenness.
The rattling slam of the window closing jolted her nerves and turning, the dark eyed man turned Chianti-reddened eyes to his beloved, raking over the lush curves and bumps of her gray angora fuzzed sweater and fashionably tight skirt with its slit up the thigh, showing off a patch of nylon stockinged leg and the hint of a lacy garter.
"Somebody's gotta put the little shits in place ... " and having vented that rage, he swooped down and scooped up his girl friend from where she sat with properly crossed ankles and started carrying her toward the bedroom.
"Paul! Paul!" she protested, a blush coming to her dimpled face. "Put me down!"
"Gotta kidnap you from the chinks," he said, laughing drunkenly.
"Oh, Paul ... " she stopped struggling. She didn't like it when Paul got drunk like this. He seemed to lose all that smooth Italian, savoir faire that had attracted her to him in the first place on that rainy Sunday evening in the coffee shop. When they walked back from the restaurant, Paul had been staggering. She had tried not to show her disdain, since it was meant to be a celebration night of their engagement one month past. Still, she wished he would sober up a little.
He lurched through the sliding bedroom doors, knocking her knee against the door. She let out a yelp and reluctantly Paul put her back on her feet.
"Sorry 'bout that lover ... " he cajoled, feeling a swell of power now that he had her in the bedroom. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Well, you did ... because you're drunk!" she bleated, smoothing her black wool skirt with her hands and shooting him a chastising frown.
"I am not drunk. I just hadda coupla glasses of vino like any good Italiano, thass all! If you're gonna marry me, hon, better get used to lots of pasta and vino. B'sides ... makes me horny."
"Paul ... don't talk like that."
"I can't help it ... it's that Latin blood in my hot veins," he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her and embracing her in a clumsy, suffocating hug that pulled at her hair painfully, making her wince. "You're the prettiest chick I've ever dated. Boy," he said, shaking his head, "those blue eyes cut right to my soul."
"Oh, Paul," she said, blushing to her pink polished toes sticking out from heeless, toe-less shoes, "don't say that."
"Hey, don't be modest," he snapped, his voice slurred with Chianti. "You're gonna be my wife, aren't ya?"
"Well ... I guess." Jan pushed away from him and walked coldly back into the living room.
"I don't like the way you say that ... it sounds so ... so macho." Her rosebud lips drew up into a disapproving pretzel.
"Macho? You suddenly turn women's lib or what?"
"Oh, stop it," she cried, sitting down on the soft and trying to keep the tears from spilling out of her eyes. In truth, the snap of firecrackers was getting on her nerves, too, and she shot two watery blue eyes at the window pane.
"I suppose I'm not good enough for your British parents," he burst under a furrowing brow. "Not proper enough ... " he feigned a crisp British accent.
"Let's not start on that again ... "
"Why the hell not?"
"Be-because we're supposed to be celebrating, that's why," she said, the tears finally erupting and trickling down her cheeks. "This was supposed to be such a wonderful evening." Her button chin trembled, "But you had to go and spoil it!" Two lithe arms clamped off the fuzzy gray softness of Jan's angora covered breasts and she flung her eyes averting his deep gaze.
In the alleyway behind the apartment building, a chain of firecrackers rose the hackles on the back of Paul's neck. That combined with watching Jan cry so pitiably brought him up short. He hadn't meant to upset her-Christ, he thought he was making headway with foreplay, and she took it as an insult. He scratched his head. Women ... Shit, they got uptight if you didn't compliment them on a new pair of shoes, but say something nice about their body and they turn off just like that! The last thing he'd wanted to do was to upset his Jan ... his blue-eyed, baby-faced Jan. He strode over to the sofa where she sat starchly and sat down beside her, taking her in his arms.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I love you ... you know that."
Jan allowed herself to be drawn into his tight embrace, her eyes still averted from his, staring out the window onto the flickering lights of Russian and Nob Hill a slope away, her thoughts gradually softening.
Why did he have to talk about her sexuality as if it were a buyable item? Wasn't their relationship tenuous enough without him bringing in ethnic slurs? Sometimes he could be such a crass person. And now he was drunk on top of it.
"You can stop crying now, Jan ... I hate to see a woman cry ... makes me feel like a Goddamned jerk ... " He stroked her cheek. "Bella ... "
The young lover lifted his girl friend's face and kissed her warmly, trying to ease her mind and make up for his stupidity. His unhappy fianc�e resisted him at first, but then, smothered in the smooth, sweet intimacy of his warm kiss, gave in and kissed him back, pressing her soft, glossy lips against his.
Paul held her tighter, and as he licked her soft lips with the tip of his wet tongue, he found himself growing rapidly gluttonous from the perfumed smell of her neck, her hair, her breath. The intimacy of her lush young body pressed so warmly to his knotted in his guts. He could feel his penis stiffen in the tight confines of his trousers, and ripples of thrilling excitation, enhanced by his drunken condition, began to surge through his loins and radiate outwards to every part of his hot-blooded body.
Avidly, he began to kiss her neck and shoulders and to blow little wisps of hot air into her ear. He wanted her tonight, he wanted to make love to her as he had never wanted another woman in his life ... and that was saying a lot for this North Beach Don Juan with a reputation for suave seduction and sweet talk to match. Christ, she was such a China doll-then quickly he amended that comparison with the next rippling crackle of fireworks. His hands began to travel down her back, then up again, snaking between their tightly pressed bodies until they came to rest on the wide-set fullness of her high breasts, beneath the snug-fitting gray angora sweater she wore.
"Oh, baby ... oh my bambino," he whispered urgently. "My bella ... let's make love. Let's go in the bedroom and make love."
Jan tensed when he said that. She had good cause to refuse him, since they were not yet man and wife, though she had allowed him plenty of finger play over the lush curves and bumps of her luscious twenty-two year old body that was yet flower fresh and innocent. She knew he wanted her to remain a virgin until their wedding day, a vow that was easily bended on inebriated eyes such as this.
Those deep-seated British inhibitions and Victorian decency took control of her psyche and a chill coursed through her body. It was wrong, especially considering his ridiculous behavior tonight. She didn't feel ready or willing to give up the secret of the treasure trove between her thighs. Her delectable body shuddered with apprehension. No, not tonight, it wasn't right. She needed time.
"Paul," she said in a small voice. "I don't think we should ... go all the way, if you know what I mean."
Her muscular young boy friend tried to ignore the feeling of seething resentment that began to percolate in his loins. She was resisting him again, making a fool out of his amours and denying him his rights as the soon-to-be man of the house. Christ, he wanted her to remain a virgin in spirit, but he wanted a whore in bed. His Chianti-sodden brain began to reel with unpent anger and frustration, while his achingly aroused cock continued to pound in his pants, yearning, screaming, throbbing for the release that was long overdue. It had been nearly a week since he had last cornered Maria in the bakery kitchen and played out his macho advances for the satisfaction of hearing a muffled giggle and the thrill of approaching the forbidden.
"Jan, what makes you so uptight about sex?"
"Uptight? Who said I was uptight. I'm just saving myself."
Her muscular, young delivery truck driver fought down a wave of sudden anger at his voluptuous girl friend's irascibility. But there was no reward in losing his temper. That would only reduce to nada the slow sexual progress Jan had been making since he'd first met her over a frothing cup of cafe au lait. No, frustrating as it was for him, he would stick with patience. Besides, Jan was worth the wait. God, was she worth the wait!
His dark, brooding, Chianti-fogged eyes gazed momentarily with annoyance was transformed into a warm rush of tenderness for his lushly built girl friend. He had never trusted women with blue eyes, something too fickle in that Nordic coolness for his hot Latin blood.
Just looking at her dimple cheeked beauty made his gluttonous cock, which had subsided a bit at her verbal rejection, leap with new joy. At the same time, he knew that most of her fears of sex were nonsensical. He had long toyed with the idea of exerting his manhood and some night just overriding her objections and slamming his hard manhood into her belly, then listen to her squeal and squirm beneath his pounding body. She was a dainty one, fragile and serene. He didn't think he could do it.
Swaying to his feet, the young truck driver drew his brown haired lovely into his arms and, forcing her head backwards over his powerful forearm, began showering her face with warm wet kisses. He could feel her haughtily thrusting young breasts pressed against his chest, and the pressure of her supple femininity against his rugged frame filled him with an overwhelming sense of his own raw maleness. He couldn't choke down the tempting itch to take her now, to fuck all the fear and protest out of her until she was his in a way she could never deny. And Jan would love it, he was sure, once she fought herself out of this uptight Victorian bag and let her body do her thinking. The fight, that was the catharsis that needed to come.
In his buzzing ear, he could hear her little chirps of temptation uttering feeble cries of protest and pushing against his shoulders with her tiny manicured hands. He overcame her objections and plastered his warm, wine-sweetened lips onto her soft full ones, while his right hand cupped and fondled the fullness of her angora-covered breast.
The sweet contact of his lips with hers immediately made Jan add vigor to her evading wriggles to free herself of his lustily encircling grasp. Did he have to paw her like this? And his breath reeked of wine!
"Paul, please stop ... I don't want to ... not yet ... "
"But what about me?" The Latin machismo again ... He buried his lips in the silky smoothness of her bare neck, and let his tongue snake out over its satiny length, down to the little hollow of her shoulder.
"I don't care how you feel about it!" she snapped. "And besides, you've been drinking and you know how I feel about that ... " Jan was nonplussed by her fiance's inconsiderate and unromantic attempts to make love to her. Spoiled and accustomed to having her own way, she wasn't used to being treated like a toy.
If there was one thing that irked Paul, it was ambivalence, and this beautiful little lady sitting next to him giving him double entrendres was full of ambivalence. Well, if she couldn't make up her mind, he would have to do it for her. In fact, he was beginning to relish her outraged attempts to fend him off. It was another way of flirting, he surmised. He hadn't had a wrestling match with a sexy broad in a long time, and never with his proper, British fianc�e. He squeezed her arms a bit too tightly and she let out a yelp of distress, but not before he felt the little egg of muscle. A slow, smirking smile grew over his lips.
Jan squirmed, trying to get off the couch, her slitted skirt sliding up the sleekness of her stockinged thighs in the struggle. Paul's widened eyes fell on the little black lacy strap of her garter belt and he let out a lustful whimper. The urge for conquest was rife within him. Love games had always intrigued him and she was giving off signals, subconscious and subtle though they were.
With a growl, he grasped his still struggling fianc�e around the knees, and lifting her off her feet, so that she was slung over his shoulder like a sack of flour, he slapped her hard on the buttocks. The blood was rushing to her head, stocking her anger. His sense of balance was precarious at best and for a moment it seemed he was about to dump her on the floor. The black and white tile seemed to sway ominously far below and with a few jerking movements, he managed to balance her rightly.
Jan pounded on his back. "Put me down ... you, you animal!" she burst. "Quit treating me like this!"
"Yeah ... " Paul boomed drunkenly. "Crazy with lust. Gonna drag you off and fuck you silly. Haven't had a women in two years ... had to fuck tree holes ... "
Steadying himself, the inebriated truck driver began weaving his way down the hall toward the bedroom, spouting anything that came into his head. He felt like a pagan chieftain kidnapping his bride from another tribe and the feeling was pumping his ego to a dangerous level. But beneath the fantasy, he was serious. He was damn near out of his mind with desire for her, and he was going to claim his masculine rights to made sensuous demands at the expense of anything.
Inside the bedroom, he dumped his now furious fianc�e unceremoniously on the bed and before she had time to recover from her jolting transport, threw his sinewy weight on top of her, grinding his lurching penis hard against the soft flesh of her thighs and once again mashing his mouth down on hers, this time forcing her soft lips apart so that his tongue could begin a crude exploration of the sweetness of her dark oral cavern. His hands reached down to the hem of her slitted skirt, already half way up her thighs, and began inching it upwards until he felt the smooth coolness of her naked thighs above the tops of her nylon stockings. Groaning with animal passion, induced by the drink and his long frustration, he worked his hand under the taut elastic straps of her black lace garter belt and inside the tight leg band of her clinging white bikini panties. At the same time his hot mouth found its way downward and closed around the fearfully trembling mounds of her breasts, oblivious, in his hot need, to the fact that his defenseless wife-to-be was still fully dressed. His thick fingers reveled in the tender softness of her pubic hair, and he stroked the mound hungrily, although his caresses were inhibited by the restraints of their clothes and the awkwardness of their positions.
"Oh, you're getting my new skirt ail wrinkled!" she mewled and tutted, tears beginning to form in her liquidy eyes.
"Take it off, then ... "
His large, demanding hands went to work on the sweater, stripping it from her upper torso with practiced ease. Then his hand dipped to the side zipper of her skirt and tugged at the zipper pull. Slipping one arm beneath her buttocks, he easily lifted her up off the bed and wriggled the skirt from her body. He threw her skirt on the floor and was about to descend on her body for more ravishment when she managed to tear her mouth free of his plastering kiss.
"Stop it ... the least you could do is to hang it up!" Rolling away from him, her whole body bristling with anger, she folded the skirt with exaggerated slowness and placed it on the chair. As she repeated the performance with her sweater, Paul watched with amusement and steadily mounting desire. From the bed, he unbuttoned his shirt and flung it recklessly to the foot of the bed.
"You're cute when you're mad. Makes your eyes flash ... I could eat you up," he teased. "In fact-" and with that subtle announcement, he reached out suddenly and grabbed her wrist, pulling her backwards on the bed, her knees catching at the edge of the mattress causing her to flop supine on her back.
CHAPTER TWO
Jan broiled with anger as fumbling, her fiance deftly unclasped the hook on the back of her black lace brassiere with a practiced motion that made her suspicions soar. He shoved the flimsy material out of his way so that he could bury his face in the swaying softness of her opulent, pink-tipped breast, nipping voraciously on first one and then the other of the berry-like tips.
Raising to his knees, then, he unbuckled his belt and his zipper whined down ominously. Easing his pants down over his hirsute legs along with his white cotton undershorts, his pulsating shaft of virile male flesh sprang into view like a snake poking its head out of its hole.
Jan was shocked to the depths of her soul by Paul's sudden crude behavior. He had never treated her with such disrespect before, and while an untapped corner of her psyche secretly reveled in the fascination of his show of power and potency, she could not swallow down her outrage and disdain. What respect had he for her feelings? This must be what her mother had referred to as 'animal passions' that made men the distasteful though necessary beings they were. Tightly she clenched her blue eyes to shut out the sight of Paul's blood swollen rigidity and the lewdly bobbing sac of his testicles beneath it that swayed against his hairy thighs.
Abruptly she felt hands on her thighs and her eyes snapped open as if controlled by springs. Her panties were being ripped downward over the sensitive flesh of her naked white thighs, leaving the astonished woman clad only in her black lace garter belt and dark nylon stockings. Before she could whimper out a protest, she felt her boy friend's eager hands on her stocking-clad skin, pushing her legs up and back so that he could gaze freely at the glistening pink flesh of her naked cuntal slit. Suddenly, still holding her legs in that embarrassing, crablike position, he dropped down on the bed between her legs and darted his thick wet tongue up the full length of her defenseless pussy slit until it bumped against the oily nub of her clitoris, and gave it a polishing rub.
"Ooooooh ... don't you ... dare! Paul ... stop that ... you know I hate it when you-" Then, a deeper sigh of resignation as the young fianc�e shrieked with sudden tremors of searing intensity playing off the walls of her nakedly splayed young frame.
"Relax, honey and enjoy it ... " he commanded with a growl. "Let me loosen a few screws ... "
But Jan was not about to bend to that demand. How dare he treat her like a ... a cheap piece of North Beach female meat? How could any women relent to having a man slobbering over her genitals like some carnivore devouring its meal? It was horrible the way it made her feel, and she was sure it was some kind in Paul's mind that fixated him on oral sex. They had argued over it frequently, and Paul had finally conceded the battle, hoping that she would come to enjoy it ... after marriage perhaps? Well, she might have to endure his drunken playing around, though she would never allow him to take her virginity until their marriage night. But she would not let him lick and suck her down there between her legs.
Determined, Jan reached down with both hands and grasped her boy friend's head of thick, black hair. Oblivious to what she was doing, except for the need to stop the knifelike sensations jabbing through her body at each lusty lick of the burrowing, wet tongue, she pulled hard on his black locks and Paul yelped with pain.
"You frigid bitch!" he bellowed, rising off the bed and staring at her angel face in disbelief.
"Don't you dare call me names. I'm not one of your cheap thrills-"
WHACK!
Jan reeled back on the bed in pain, for Paul, overcome with the sadism of blind rage after nearly pulling his hair out by the roots, had slapped her hard across the face with the flat of his hand. "I'm goddamn sick and tired of your bitchin' bout me and other women ... what the hell pleasure do you ever give me?" he slurred drunkenly. "No matter what I do, it's never good enough. You're too fuckin' uptight to be touched, aren't you? Well, fine, bella, if I can't touch your precious cunt until I ring you with gold, maybe you can touch me for a change!"
Furious now and past the point of reason, Jan had never seen him so angry, and the sight of his swaying form towering ominously above her on the bed fill her with remorse for her sorry act of retribution.
"Paul ... Paul ... I'm sorry," she whimpered as he straddled her lithe rib cage with his powerful, hairy thighs. "I ... I didn't mean ... "
"That's okay, baby. You can use your mouth for apologies," he said, grinning coldly at her while his hands reached down to encircle the lust-knotted shaft of his rock hard cock and the swaying of his bullish testicles.
"What ... do you mean?" asked Jan in a trembling voice, her dimpled chin bobbing with emotion.
"I mean, bitch, you're gonna suck my cock. You're gonna take this bugger and suck on it and lick it and make me cum! You always liked using your mouth ... and you won't have to let my dirty cock touch that precious cunt."
Jan's ears bristled from the message, but as her boy friend pinned her down with his weight, kneeling above her with the thick rubbery tip of his cock head only inches from her face, she suddenly realized that he meant exactly what he said. He was going to force his penis into her mouth! The hapless young fianc�e reeled in horror at the idea and tried to wriggle out of his iron grasp, but Paul seized her curled bobs and twisted cruelly.
"See? Two can play your game. And don't try anything cute with your teeth!"
Still gripping her hair, he aimed his huge purple-headed cock against her trembling red lips, and the horrified young woman felt a wave of sickening fear go through her as the tiny droplets of pre-cum that glistened on the tip smeared wetly onto her skin. Desperately, she clamped her lips shut, hoping that he would come to his senses and be the sweet, seductive lover she knew and adored.
Not to be. "Open up, or you'll be sorry," he snarled, twisting his palmful of hair as if it were the knob to a television set.
Jan shrieked with pain at this violence. The sweet seducer had transformed into a sadistic torturer and she knew instinctively that she had better comply to his demands or risk the consequences-and if the preceding events were any preview of coming attractions, forget it! Fighting down her shame and fear, she tentatively parted her full sensuous lips to receive his lustily throbbing cock between them.
"That's it, baby, give it some steam," Paul hissed, sliding the tip of his lubricated penis into the reluctantly offered portal that felt warm and moist.
Jan gagged slightly as she tasted the pungent tartness of the male fluid that seeped wetly onto her tongue. With all her heart she regretted her prim rejection of his earlier, more subtle advances, and she pleaded with him with blinking blue eyes to stop his cruel oral rape. But one look at the tension-taut line of his jaw told her that it was too late to plead for mercy. Fighting down the hot tears of pain and humiliation, she closed her eyes and surrendered to her fate.
To her surprise, the initial trauma was over, and the taste wasn't as bad as she'd feared. At first Paul moved only slightly, rotating his pelvis slowly and savoring the warm moistness of her mouth and the soft pressure of her ovalled lips against the sensitive surface of his heatedly, bloated cock. With her tongue, Jan could feel the smooth velvety texture of the rubbery shaft and the sperm-filled ridge that ran along the underside of the blood-fed meat. She had relaxed a bit and felt encouraged that she might be able to endure this awful ordeal, when Paul's voice jolted her out of complacency.
"Lick it," he commanded lewdly. "And suck it ... Goddamned it, would you at least act like you like it?"
Shocked by his crudity, Jan followed directions. This man would spare her nothing. He refused to allow her the chance to endure this humiliation passively, but was insisting, with periodic painful twists of the hair, that she turn whore for him.
The ravaged fianc�e's soft lips and moist tongue fell instinctively into a gentle sucking and licking motion, and Paul felt hot thrills of long-repressed carnality course through his powerful frame. At last the girl was loosening up.
"Nnnnnnnggghhh," he groaned, throwing his head back in wild delight. This was what he'd been needing for months-a final release of pent-up sexual energy. He should have pulled her down off her pedestal long ago and slapped her silly when she gave him crap about virginity. But he'd been far too intimidated by her Victorian propriety and high-spoken decency to demand his rights as a husband-to-be. This wasn't nineteenth century England, after all. Well, all that was water under the bridge now. He felt like a whole man again, as his blood-filled penis sawed in and out of his fianc�e's helplessly puckered mouth, driving deeper and gaining momentum with each stroke until he could feel it ramming against the back of her throat each time he plugged her lips with another thrust of the hips.
Jan gagged again as his mouth-fucking increased in speed and power. His loins were like a machine revving up and gaining speed. Her whole lithe body tensed with the effort off taking the violently lunging instrument into her mouth and throat, and it seemed that she wouldn't be able to endure much more of the drubbing. Lord, she couldn't breathe and when she did manage to get a lungful, the scent of his musky genitals was hardly a breath of fresh air! She tried to quiet her mind and her throat muscles at the same time by synchronizing her breathing with his lunges. With her throat open and receptive now, her suffering was dulled.
That surprised Jan, that and the darting little tingles of warm pleasure in the deeper recesses of her virgin belly as her boy friend's lust-driven penis sawed in and out between her rouged, ovalled lips until the whole bed was rocking with the rhythm of his strokes. It seemed as though an enormous pressure had been taken away from her with this brutal rape. Once the moral issue was taken out of her hands (because he was raping her, wasn't he?) she experienced a strange, flighty sense of freedom. Mama would have disapproved sourly of the enjoyment her youngest daughter was feeling now.
And enjoy, Jan did, in a strange, masochistic sort of fashion. Paul's muscular body rocked back and forth above her, plunging his lust-thickened shaft deeper and deeper inside her mouth. To her amazement, her body suddenly seemed to be functioning with a will of its own, beyond her control. Her mouth and tongue began to slide deftly over his thrusting cock, as though she'd been born sucking cock. She was even sucking on it greedily, her belly hungry for the musky taste of him, as though she wanted to drain him of his powerful seed and suck the impotency from him. Little moans and sighs began to bubble from her lips, and there was a lewd wet tingling sensation up between her legs that was unbearably sweet and tantalizing. Soon, scarcely knowing to what depths of depravity her psyche had plunged, the young woman had reached up to squeeze and knead the sexually tensed flesh of her fiance's hard-tensed buttocks, something she would never have done voluntarily before.
"That's it," Paul moaned, perked up by her sudden responsiveness. "Oh, baby, yes, yes, suck ittt!"
His lusty words shocked the young woman, but in a thrilling, ticklish sort of way. Incredible it seemed, even though he was treating her like a cheap whore ... her actions were chipping away at the marble pedestal that had been her lofty fortress, her ivory tower. She writhed beneath him now, telling herself that if she were to become this man's wife, she had better get used to being the weaker sex.
Jan tried to think about that fact and assess the emotions that followed in its wake, but then Paul was exploding in a thrashing movement that took him to the very precipice of a scalding orgasm by her baby-lipped manipulations. His penis rammed in and out of the parted oval of her lips with a demonic force, and Jan could do nothing except clamp her hands onto his buttocks and hold on for the ride. The sex-crazed man felt as though an incredible gusher was about to rise out of the deep recesses of his tightly pounding testicles. He could feel it overtaking him, bringing with it an incredible excitement, like nothing he'd felt in all the one-night stands bachelorhood had to offer.
"Ah ... ah ... ahhhhh!"
He was there! Jets of thick, milky sperm erupted from the dark depths of his lust-demented loins and spewed into Jan's voraciously sucking mouth. At first she thought she would be sick from the sudden explosion and she sputtered and gagged, feeling the needle pricks of its hot load scorch her throat. No! To force her to suck him was one thing, but to actually ejaculate in her mouth was horrible!
Then it was over. Exhausted, Paul slid off Jan's spent body into a heap on the bed beside her. Beside him, Jan lay quietly in a state of shock, still tasting the saltiness of his sperm. Then, feeling a nausea build in the pit of her belly, she sprang from the bed, her naked buttocks trapped in the black garter belt wriggling with haste as she sprinted down the hallway toward the bathroom where she threw shut the door, locking it, and washed out her mouth with cold water and Lavoris.
CHAPTER THREE
The narrow streets of Chinatown that reeked of pork fat and dead fish were littered with the red ribboned remains of Hong Kong imported fireworks strewn about the slimy sidewalks. The hour was late, the night chilling to the bone, the air still vibrant with the festive excitement of a welcomed holiday.
Festive ornaments hung in the windows of Chinese merchants up and down the stretch of red and gold decorated gift shops and mom and pop grocery stores. While a handful of late nighters shuffled by in soft soled, slump-shouldered fatigue, other of the Oriental population was hidden in decadent privacy in cellar rooms opening obscurely onto the street, appearing to be storerooms for the busy restaurants that make Chinatown a popular tourist spot.
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The air in the cellar room was suffocatingly blue with the heady, sweet exotic perfume of opium expiring from water pipes held in the dainty hands of lithe bodied Chinese girls. The darkened room was lined with bunk bed type racks, simple and functional as a place to lie down and escape the world.
Men, all Chinese, paid good money to come here and ride away on a cloud of euphoria. To escape the smelly density of Chinatown's shuffling populace? To experience the old custom of opium den reality and blot out the mundane insecurities of a bastardized Western way of life?
The owner of the den, Ben Chow, was a stout-bodied man of five-feet-seven inches, possessing small, deep set eyes set in a round, yellow jowled face. His smooth, unruffled expression wore the mask of someone who had spent much of his forty-two years under the influence of his own contraband, though an animal glint in his eye hinted at a deeper awareness that gave birth to a cunning that no drug could subdue.
Cunning was a good adjective for Ben. Born in Hong Kong, he and his family had immigrated to the United States in the fifties. His father, a tailor, set up shop down on the lower end of Grant Avenue, then the pulse of Chinatown. The shop was modest and provided a modicum income, and Ben soon tired of his tedious apprenticeship. Like many of the immigrants' sons, he took to the streets and wandered about getting into trouble with one of the Chinese gangs, and it was this street experience that taught him how money was to be made in America and how to leave the Chinese ritual of work and no play behind.
He learned quickly that the Chinese mafia is a touchy business to enter and harder to stay alive in. Chinese are extraordinarily suspicious people who offer one chance and then-Whap! Dead. It requires a nascent intelligence and a good sense of timing and practicality, plus alacrity in the straightforward language of the streets-something Ben managed to cultivate easily.
Back in the sixties he'd started delving in the opium trade, after working out an arrangement with an Oriental steamship line whose cook smuggled the compressed contraband in rice flour sacks. But working the docks is a tricky business no matter who you are and Ben, after making friends in the right places, opened up the den on Kearny Street below a popular restaurant.
Back in the sixties, with the flower child nonsense going on, Haight Ashbury's raucous lifestyle had been a boon for Ben's business. It kept the cops off the Chinatown streets, as they concentrated their drug raids in the white trash Panhandle neighborhood. And girls had been easy to get.
The ease slackened with the coming of the seventies. With Chinatown gang murders claiming headlines, the cops were keeping a wary eye. Opium was hard to get.
Ben's cigarette drooped from his pouting lower lip as he sat slumped in a chair behind the beaded curtain separating the smoking den from the brothel behind. He glowered concentratedly at the remarkably un-wrinkled face of his girl friend, Kim Moon, who sat in golden skinned beauty in a sleek black silk embroidered dress with a pair of red dragons fighting over her nipples on the bodice, covering the rich swells of her small, upthrust breasts. The slit of her dress showed off a rich expanse of smooth thigh. Her sloe eyes were lined with thick, charcoal lines that offset the slant of her snappy black eyes that showed no sign of pupils.
An intelligent, San Franciscan born child of a local restaurateur, Kim functioned as Ben's right-hand person. Perhaps it was the double Scorpio in her natal chart that explained her penchant for drugs and sex. Wizened to the hazards of city living, she was the perfect accomplice. She possessed a business mind and sharp tongue that enabled her to deal with contraband peddlers in no uncertain terms. Years ago she had earned a black belt in Karate and that combined with her sleek, panther looks, built up a tremendous female ego that often needed a taste of itself to be sharpened.
Indeed, she had begun working in the backroom when the need for working girls to go underground began in the late sixties when the aftermath of acid-rock days of Haight Ashbury left City Hall frazzled in a demand for cleaning up the over populated city streets littered with runaway teenage prostitutes. Occasionally frequenters would demand a back rub or special attention of a carnal nature. How many men could one woman handle without showing the ragged signs of wilted freshness? And anyway, Kim enjoyed women as much as men.
Ben stared at her intently. "We've got to make some changes," he said sourly. His habit of staring straight ahead while thinking roused her to the urgency of his decision.
Kim, her long straight black hair hanging about her shoulders like a dark mourner's veil, drew a long puff off her cigarette holder clamped in long, blood red fingertips. Her cherry glossed lips pouted in a sensual oval about the plastic tip. Indeed, her soft lips pulled at the tip suggestively, as if it might be a man's organ clamped possessively there. "Orientals have lost their fascination for their own women," she said in a throaty purr. "We need something fresh ... Western ... intriguing."
His beady eyes surveyed her ripe curves. "Then get one ... "
After a blank, sloe-eyed stare, the golden-fleshed beauty rose from the chair and slinked through the crackling beaded curtain, the curves of her buttocks outlined moonishly in the tight lines of her thigh-slitted dress.
Kim's mind, like a crazy computer, began spitting out combinations. She ran the tip of her pink tongue over the glossy line of her pouting lips as she stood in the dense air of the den where a kneeling golden-skinned beauty knelt beside a customer holding the water pipe in her petite hand and stroking his genitals with the other.
* * *
The air was crisp and bitter against the svelte curves of Jan's long sweatered body, the sound of her high heels clomping against the deserted sidewalk quick and alert as the mind churning out expletives.
The bastard ... the dirty creep ... how could he have done this to her? Defiling her mouth like a ... a cheap whore. Men! And then falling asleep, leaving her to dress in pouting silence and never bothering to awaken out of a drunken snore with the slam of the door!
Jan headed down Telegraph Hill towards her apartment on the lower slopes of Russian Hill, mindless of her own intentions, then, as she turned right, headed toward the heart of North Beach. As she tripped along, her high heels caught in the red ribbons from exploded fireworks and irritated, she kicked them into the gutter, her rosebud lips drawing up into a curdled pretzel.
That's what started it all-those stupid firecrackers and Chinese New Year that got on everybody's nerves.
A few drunks draped about the street signs on Grant Avenue sidewalk mouthed obscenities in foul alcohol-soured breath, some begging dimes for another glass of wine. She passed them by stiffly, mindless of their degrading catcalls.
There was a small, private bar on the other side of Broadway and the idea of a good stiff drink was Jan's sole intent.
Something inside of her was about to burst with sadness. Was it a temper? No, betrayed, she felt betrayed by Paul's rapacious sexuality. Betrayed and intimidated. Even if she married him, could she satisfy that Italian penchant for hot-blooded lovemaking? Oh, he had tested her sexuality, put her to the acid test, she realized, running her tongue tip over the beestung softness of her lower lips where the encrustation of a dribble of his sperm clung tenaciously in salty reminder of her fiance's vengeance upon her femininity.
CHAPTER FOUR
In the dingy, rat-infested basement of a Chinese restaurant a lithe-bodied young tourist from New Orleans sat sobbing on the damp cement floor, her arms clamped around her knees as she rocked on her haunches, the long golden swirls of honey hair hanging about her beautiful face. Her head pounded from the lingering foul smell of the blanket that had been tossed over her head and then-
And then what?
The blue eyed girl lifted her eyes to survey the boxes of Oriental labeled goods piled about the basement's walls. A single naked light bulb burned in the corner and somewhere unseen the crunch of rats rodent teeth nibbled at imported boxes.
Joanne Carlson stifled a sob. Lord, what had happened? The last cogent thought that came to her miasmaed mind was of having a drink in a Chinese restaurant with her husband and then discovering that she had forgotten her purse in their rented Hertz car, had kissed him on the cheek, telling him to watch her drink. Oh yes, she would be okay ... the car was parked around the corner. What could happen to her? Be kidnapped and sold into white slavery? Huh? She'd laughed.
Kidnapped in Chinatown! Separated from her husband. God only knew if anyone would ever find her. The cellar had no windows, she realized through blurred eyes. It was her and the rats she thought, shivering with dread and from the pounding ache in her temples from the foul smelling blanket that had blinded her to her fate and carried her away ... to where?
Stories of white women being kidnapped to work as white slaves on slow boats to China percolated in her stomach. God, no! Joanne pulled at her hair in tortured, knotted fists and cried until her tears were drained. This could not be ...
THIS COULD NOT BE!
* * *
In the same section of town, not six blocks away, Jan sat staring into her hot brandy, studying the submerged flecks of whole cloves the way some people study tea leaves. Maybe there was an answer to be found in the bottom of the glass ... she didn't know. What did she know, anyway? she wondered sardonically. That she had a supercharged fiance who wanted a virgin for a wife and a whore in bed ...? What role did he expect her to play, anyway? Oh, she had tried her best to play it straight with him and avoid stupid ego games that go into a romance with a hot-blooded lover such as Paul. And where had that honest gotten her? Maybe she shouldn't have sloughed off dear-hearted Roger so fast, she thought, taking another warm sip and feeling the alcohol burn a welcomed path down her pasta-packed gullet, nipped in to a tiny waist.
Jan's sad blue eyes rose to survey the dimly lit single bar lined with three-piece suited businessmen enjoying the tail end of a three martini Friday afternoon lunch that had stretched into after dinner drinks and now a nightcap. Maybe she should start strutting her assets ...
No ... she wasn't the type. Depressed and a bit tipsy, her luscious buttocks slid off the bar stool, the slit of her wool skirt opening onto a tantalizing view of the sleek stockinged leg beneath. A row of cleanly shaven heads turned to gain a peek.
Dammit, they were all the same. Animals! She bitterly snatched up her purse and shot the men an arrogant uptilted-chin frown. Her attitude of disdain could have opened the bar door from the sheer vibration.
The night air bit at her burning cheeks as Jan stood on the street corner unsuccessfully trying to hail a cab. No way would she walk back to her Russian Hill apartment alone at this time of night. In the background the crackle of festivities made her jittery. More tension she didn't need. Couples, staggering arm in arm, managed to snatch the available taxis. The situation was irksome.
"Hello ... are you waiting for a cab, too?"
Jan spun around to stare into the slow eyes of the most gorgeous Oriental woman she had ever lain eyes on. An air of worldly sophistication haloed about the woman's beautiful smooth-skinned face with its China doll makeup and long black hair that glistened in the neon splashes of orange flickering light shedding all of Broadway in an unholy glow.
"Yes ... but not with luck," shrugged Jan, feeling very Victorian in the presence of this ravishing being.
"Where are you headed?"
"Russian Hill ... "
"Oh ... ?" A set of the fullest, pouting, glossy red lips Jan had ever set eyes on formed the exclamation while a set of false eyelashes batted above a pair of intense but calm eyes. "What a coincidence. That's where I live. Perhaps we could save ourselves a little money if we share ... "
"But ... " Something about this woman's presence was unnerving, was too smooth.
"Here's one now ... come on ... " A tiny hand clamped over Jan's clammy wrist and tugged her to the corner where a battered yellow cab had pulled up to the curb, its Chinese driver looking irked.
Jan threw herself into the cab, hugging the door while the Chinese woman slipped in beside her, the elegant fur coat she wore falling open to expose a well turned set of thighs. Waiting for the woman to give the driver directions, Jan sat taciturnly.
"Where you go?" the clipped accent grumbled from the front seat.
"Ah, hon ... where do you live?" That warm hand on her wrist again.
"Greenwich ... off Taylor."
They were headed toward Russian Hill when Kim leaned over the car seat and mumbled something to the Chinese cab driver in their native tongue. Jan paid no heed, sitting there in her silent corner. She thought she heard the sound of a woman's purse clasp opening and then the shuffle of dollar bills being carefully plucked from a wallet.
At the next corner where the dab driver should have headed straight up Columbus Avenue, the cabbie took an abrupt illegal U-turn and the yellow vehicle nosed down Columbus toward Chinatown.
"I'm sorry ... but this isn't the way to Russian Hill!" Jan's blue eyes reddened with alcohol blinked confusedly.
Immediately that lotion-softened hand clamped over Jan's wrist in a fleshy vice. "Don't worry ... I forgot something back at the restaurant and I need to pick it up. I'll pay the extra fare."
The cab came to a rocking halt on a Kearny street corner and Kim jumped out of the cab. "This might take a couple of minutes so why don't you come with and then we'll catch another cab. Perhaps we could have a drink together?"
Well, tomorrow was Saturday and maybe a change of atmosphere and some female companionship was step one in healing a broken heart. Jan complied, unwittingly and regretfully.
CHAPTER FIVE
"W-who are you?" The two blonde haired young women stared at each other through dazed eyes, rather like a baby catching its reflection in a mirror and unable to comprehend the similarity of appearance.
The naked light bulb dangling like an omnipresent cycloptic eye blinded Jan momentarily and wearily she blinked, squinting to focus on the apparition sitting huddled in a corner of the dank basement that smelled heavily of musk and exotic nose twitching herbs. "Wh-what are you doing here?" she bleated at last, trying to make sense out of the crazy turn of events that were hastily leading to a frightening denouement.
She had been sitting in a booth in the restaurant above and had excused herself to go to the ladies room. Upon leaving the stall, she had encountered Kim who for some unexplainable reason had turned suddenly vicious and with one powerful karate maneuver had cornered Jan, opened the basement door and shoved her down the steps. Certainly the sound of her scream should have turned the heads of one of the Chinese waiters scurrying about the restaurant like cats. But no ... her scream had died in the catacombs of this foul smelling basement.
She wore an egg-sized bruise on her forehead now and her right knee throbbed from the bounce down the steps.
"Wh-what are they going to do with us?" Joanne choked. "Why d-did she kidnap us? Ohhh ... " Her voice broke out into a wail of despair. "I'll never see Joe again!" A loud sniff broke the silence.
Jan drew a deep breath, her eyes raking over the confines of the cellar piled high with boxes and fouled from the garbage cans sitting in the corner near the door. "First we've got to get ourselves together ... we-we can't let her scare us." Kicking off her high heeled shoes, she levered her lithe weight against a pile of boxes and shoved them against the wall. With the glaring light it was impossible to see if any windows, street level, could provide escape.
"Forget it," bleated Joanne after the curly haired captive had sweated and grunted under her labors. "There aren't any windows ... I already checked."
"Great," said Jan flatly. "Nice time to tell me." With the back of her hand she wiped the sweat from her satin forehead. "Now what ... you got any ideas?"
Joanne sniffled. "No. Oh God, I just want to get back to Joe." Then her saddened blue eyes lifted to stare into Jan's glassy ones. "What if I never see him again ... what if ... if they send us away on one of those boats and make us d-do awful things and-and sell us!"
"Oh, stop," sighed Jan tiredly. "There's got to be a way out."
Then both heads turned toward a creaking sound in the middle of the basement wall. The women exchanged a fevered glance and then fell into each other's arms. The wall was opening up before them like a scene out of a dracula movie. It scraped on its hinges and in the deep shadows a figure emerged. The women blinked at the svelte body of Kim Moon standing there in golden-skinned elegance, her tight black silk dress elongating the slim curves of her modelesque body.
"One at a time, girls, and don't give me any problems," she said crisply, her dark eyes dancing with the light of the bulb creating dramatic shadows over her face. "You ... " she pointed to Joanne. "You first ... come with me."
"No ... " Joanne clung needfully to Jan's shivering body the weight of her nearly toppling Jan over on the boxes. "I won't go! I won't go!" She buried her face in Jan's bosom and wept while behind her the clack of high heels on cement echoed ominously in her ears. Abruptly hands, too strong for a female but too soft for a male, grabbed her by the arm and tore her off of Jan's body like a band-aid being stripped from raw flesh.
"You little idiot! I wouldn't make a scene if I were you!" hissed Kim through clenched teeth. Then, with a crisp maneuver, she grabbed the girl by the arm, flung her over her shoulder and in the next bat of an eyelash, had pinned her to the floor. Joanne stared up at her captor with wild, incredulous eyes. "You will come with me, you little cunt, and don't make a fuss or we'll have to get rough!" Slowly, Kim rose to her feet and stood victoriously with one high heel gouging into her captive's belly. She applied pressure.
Joanne sobbed pathetically as she lay supine on the cement floor, her body wracking with terror. "Stop ... oh stop! That hurts!" The heel dug deeper into the girl's stomach, her head thrashing from side to side in a spray of blonde waves. "Okay ... " she managed to cough at last. "I'll go ... "
The girl rose unsteadily to her feet while the Chinese torturer stood at guard and a fearful gasp caught in Jan's throat as she watched her fellow captive being led through the strange portal into the darkness beyond.
"You're right you'll go," hissed Kim, grabbing the young wife's arm and wrenching it behind her back, shoved her through the door.
Joanne stepped into a room thick with smoke and the heady scent of incense. Her blue eyes gaped at the strangely furnished interior of a small, thickly carpeted room set off with beaded glass curtains from another room beyond. There was no natural lighting except for a softly filtered light whose wattage could barely widen one's pupils. On one of the bunk racks, her terrified blue eyes fell on a pot-bellied Chinese man with a water pipe hanging from his lax lips; beside him knelt a lavishly dressed Oriental girl stroking his belly and holding the pipe for him, occasionally striking a match to relit the contents of the pipe. The air above him was tendriled with smoke.
"Oh God ... what ... where am I?" choked the captive tourist. Slowly her dizzied head turned to stare her abductor in the eye. "Please ... I don't want to be-"
"Forget it," snapped Kim. "Forget what you were, because from now on this is your life."
"Noooooo!"
From the other room Jan heard the wail of a tortured soul and a shiver goose bumped the length of her bumpy spine. She swallowed tightly, feeling her stomach knot with apprehension and dread. Jan swung around in the deep dampness of the cellar. There had to be a way out! There had to! Again the pitiful wail from the room beyond scorched her brain as she heard the cry of her fellow captive. Furtively, Jan stole toward the door that looked onto the brothel adjoining the den and in the haze of smoke and soft light, she caught sight of the blonde haired tourist and the slim silhouette of Kim. Suddenly a third figure entered the scene and plopped lazily into a chair.
"I see you found me one," Jan heard the man say.
Plastering herself to the door jam, the British beauty's blue eyes peeked around the frame to get a good look at the man who somehow seemed responsible for her abduction. Her throat tightened at the sight of the turtle-faced man with his flabby jowls and piggish, beady eyes that burned over the body of Joanne who stood trembling before him like an errant slave about to receive punishment from her master.
Kim stood aside Joanne, a firm grip holding the young woman's arm in a vice. "Shall I take her dress off?" she asked simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and the hidden spying captive watched as Ben Chow smiled slowly in consent.
Joanne's long blonde hair flung about in a wild thrash of the head and one last brave attempt to free herself from the malicious woman holding her captive. "Nooo ... you can't ... please, no!"
Whack!
Jan reeled from the sound of flesh striking flesh and cowered into the shadows at the soft wail of pain hissing from her friend's lips.
"You will cooperate!" Kim threatened.
"No! I c-can't!"
Whack!
The next peek around the door frame revealed the sight of the lovely tourist kneeling on the floor, her arms pinioned above her head while Kim worked at the zipper at the back of her modest jersey dress. She was ripping the garment from the girl's body as if it were so much tissue paper.
"Get her naked," came the command from the fat Chinese sitting paunchly in the chair. His air was one of casual arrogance, obviously a man who rejected refusal.
With the arch of her foot, Kim struck at the girl's knees throwing her off balance. Her chin struck the floor and she lay supine, weeping. Bending down on her haunches, Kim's deft hands went to work on the clasp of Joanne's lace brassiere. Kim, practiced in the art of instant undress, had the girl stripped naked in seconds flat, maneuvering the girl's body like a rubber doll-moving an arm this way, a leg that. And through the humiliating ritual, Joanne went numb, letting her body comply to the heinous demands of this ravenous pair.
Ben Chow moved in quickly, standing so close to the alabaster-skinned beauty that Jan could see that they were almost exactly the same height. Joanne appeared to be taller because of her sensual slimness and in her stupefied trance she neither moved nor flinched as the piggish man put his hands on the small mounds of her strawberry-tipped breasts. The girl lifted blurred, liquidy blue eyes to stare transfixed into her tormentor's orbs. It was obvious to Jan that the girl had momentarily lost any semblance of self will. As the light fell on Joanne's naked pubic region, Jan could see the girl's blonde pussy hair, curly and thick as a miniature jungle, inches away from the significant bulge in Chow's pants which suggested the man was highly aroused by the naked presence of this young, fair-skinned beauty. It also announced his intentions and her own fate. Jan swallowed tightly.
"You will work for me," Chow said in a soft, clear voice. "You will be under Kim's auspices ... you will never deny her demands. Is that understood?"
Demands? What kind of demands were these evil people referring to? For a moment, she thought perhaps Joanne's fears of white slave trade were not that unfounded.
The girl nodded at Kim silently, all fight in her gone.
"I want to see how good you are with your mouth," said Chow instructively, placing his hands on her soft white shoulders and gently forcing her to her knees. A knowing look glinted in Kim's snappy eyes and she crouched down next to the naked girl like a mistress of ceremonies or an expert nurse assisting a delicate operation, her hands reaching out to undo the zipper on Chow's pants as if she had been through this obscene procedure many times before and knew precisely how best to do it.
Jan found herself shivering with emotion as she realized that the three of them were about to enact a lewd sex scene, careless that another might be watching. Indeed, Jan did not really want to watch what was going to happen next, her suspicions of their intent ripened by the incident with Paul earlier that evening. Unfortunately, she had little choice in the matter. Trapped in a cellar with nowhere to escape, she was rooted to the spot. She watched filled with a sense of horrified fascination as Kim deftly opened the front of Chow's pants, exposing the full length of his hugely swollen penis, already fully erect and pulsing with excitement.
The blonde-haired beauty cowering in the shadows gasped with alarm, remembering how she had cringed into the bed when Paul had stripped his loins naked and wagged his blood-fed penis in front of her eyes only to-Oh, God and now this evil, cruel man was about to defile the blonde haired tourist in the same unholy fashion. While she watched! And Chow's cock was thick and long, appearing so thick in that slender sliver of light, that Jan wondered how a woman's hand could barely fit around it.
That Chow had no intention of making love to the girl in a normal fashion was obvious. He was going to violate her mouth, going to force that monstrous shaft of yellowed meat between the tourist's soft lips and pump it vilely into the back of her throat. Empathy ran rampant in Jan's veins. Men were such animals!
It was disgusting!
"Now, my Western beauty. I want you to show me how well you can suck cock. Do you understand what I'm saying?" he barked into the horrified, passive features of the lushly-bodied young woman. "Kim will show you how I like to have it done and if you learn how to do it well, we will treat you well ... we will never force you into satisfying more than five men per night ... and you can have as much opium as you wish. If you fail to please me, you will be treated with little patience and less tolerance ... "
Joanne offered no protest. She stood statuesque, the ripe swells of her small breasts quivering with chilling fear, the warm swells of her hips and thighs silhouetted in the warm glowing light suffusing the dark room.
In a cat-like movement, Kim leaned forward past Joanne, taking the huge sac of Chow's hairless testicles in one hand and his potently throbbing penis in the other. Like many Chinese, the man was not circumcised, and the panther-bodied, golden-skinned woman expertly pushed back the thick sheath of his richly hued skin, exposing the naked bulb of his cock head. Jan sucked in her breath in a heavy gasp as her eyes leveled on the electrical tension in the room beyond. To close her eyes and stop up her ears was her first response, but a powerful curiosity demanded that she absorb every lewd detail. That she was watching a preview of her own upcoming fate, did not yet occur to her.
"Watch how I do this," Kim said with unexpected patience. "You must learn to relax your throat muscles so that you can take him deep into the back of your throat. The trick is in learning how to breathe correctly. And use your tongue."
Jan squinted at the face of her fellow captive, seeing there a mask of dread and incredulity that made her classical features appear calm and submissive as if she understood the potency of the threat that moments earlier had spelled out her fate should she fail to please this man. If she wanted to keep her health, she had to take this turtle-faced man into her mouth, and the girl was probably trying to rationalize the impending oral rape.
This man, whoever he was, was obviously the king of some mini Chinese empire here in the heart of Chinatown, and horror stories of girls being abducted and held captive could have risen from the power of this man's actions.
The lesson continued as did the acid test. Kim took a deep breath as Chow stood impatiently looking down at her, and then seemed to suck the man's lust thickened instrument directly into her golden-skinned throat. Jan, shivering with nervous apprehension, watched in an agony of mixed emotions, half appalled by what she was seeing and half stimulated by it. For hadn't she experienced a ticklish thrill when Paul had performed this vile perversion on her virginal body?
"Watch ... what is your name?" Kim asked.
No response.
"I said, what is your name?"
A small bird-like voice chirped: "Joanne."
"Joanne," continued Kim in a calming tone that surprised Jan, as she reluctantly withdrew the man's wetly glistening yellow shaft from her glossy, ovalled mouth. "Think you can manage that?"
The white girl nodded dumbly, her face passive and immobile, sliding her hands up Chow's thick thighs for support as she moved closer to the man so that her high nipples were scraping against his burly legs. Next to her, Kim sat back on her haunches, gazing at the supple-bodied tourist with unconcealed desire, and Jan somehow guessed that after Joanne learned to satisfy Chow, she would have to take a few lessons in lesbian love!
The thought made her sick with fear.
Chow took the director's position, maneuvering his pulsating male organ in close and rubbing it lewdly over the sleek pallor of Joanne's face, teasing and torturing the girl by playfully trying to keep the freedom-prize from her. Jan studied his face, seeing for the first time the rampant evil in him. Deliberately he tormented the captive girl, not for the sake of his own sexual pleasure, but for the sadistic thrill of dominating her, making her beg for something she abhorred-the privilege of taking his bloated penis into the soft moistness of her mouth. Lord, what a cruel, inhuman being!
Then the man's pudgy, yellow hands tightened in Joanne's silken, honeyed hair and he stopped playing his eluding game. The tourist noticed his abrupt change in mood and sensed that the real rape was about to begin. Shuddering, she held his hardness delicately in both hands, the way Kim had instructed, her soft lips parting as she aimed the long bulbous rod of tawny flesh directly into the warmly moistened hole of her sacred mouth.
"That's the way," Jan heard Chow mumble, grinning a toothy smile as he watched the lust-swollen tip of his cock slowly disappearing into the girl's unwilling yet receptive mouth. As directed, she started to nibble at him, but without emotion, a fact that angered Chow to his rotten core.
"Come ... start moving that tongue!" he challenged.
Joanne's movements quickened and she nibbled more intensely at him, sliding the warm puffiness of her lips over his blood-heavy penis as she worked her heart out to appease him. Thrusting his heavy hips forward, Chow filled her mouth a few more inches, and Jan could see Joanne swallowing frantically, terrified, trying to adjust to the lewd notion of having her mouth filled by this enormous pole of yellow, musky flesh. It occurred to the spying captive that perhaps the innocent-faced wife had never done this before. And Jan could empathize with how it felt to be kneeling like a slave before a cruelly dominant man like Chow and Paul-accepting the lust-hardened shaft of his penis into her virginal mouth. Someday, maybe, there would be a man who would not force her into unnatural sex, a man who respected her delicate femininity.
There sounded a lewd groan, definitely male in character, and Jan blinked her eyes back to attention to see the obscene sex act being performed not ten feet away. Chow had begun to flick his hips cruelly backwards and forwards, driving the heady shaft of his cock ruthlessly in and out of the girl's gaping mouth. The spying captive expected to see Joanne trying to break away, but to her amazement, the tourist had not offered one protest. She was sealed to her fate, unable to refuse the torment at the hands of these two devils.
Then, as Jan watched, she began to see that Chow's slamming thrusts into the girl's mouth was causing her whole naked body to twitch and grind as she threw herself into her task to save her soul. Chow was a madman, a maniac, his hips jerking back and forth as she slavered over his throbbing cock and Kim sat and watched like a contented cat, anxiously awaiting for her chance to ravish the young captive's alabaster, helpless body.
It was a pathetic show, watching that young woman slaving over a man's genitals and Jan suddenly noticed that she was digging her fingernails hard into her palm as she watched in stupefied awe. Chow was really slamming into the captive's throat now, fucking deeper and deeper with each sadistic stroke. The girl's mouth was drooling with saliva, forming a smooth warm cunt for the man's monstrous instrument as it fucked faster and harder and deeper into her face. His hairless, bloated balls beat a steady tattoo against the girl's unprotected chin. Jan stared as if she were catatonic, watching with stupefied mesmerism as the critical moment came upon them. Chow was muttering obscenities in his native tongue down on the top of her recklessly bobbing head as he watched his long, super-charged cock disappearing into the tight oval hole of Joanne's soft lips, clasping moistly around his bloated organ as if her mouth were just another cunt to be abuse and filled.
"Ohhhhh ... unnggghhh!" he grunted suddenly, the ecstasy clear in his voice as his back suddenly stiffened into an arch. Chow gripped the girl by both ears, emitting a long low bellow like a bull in pain, and Jan realized with a shuddering sense of terror that he was orgasming-in the girl's mouth! Somehow she had expected him to withdraw at the last minute, but Joanne was choking and sputtering as the warm jism sprayed evilly into the back of her throat, hosing it. Joanne gulped and gagged valiantly as he emptied his seed into her sperm-filled throat.
It was over then. Chow released the girl's head and she collapsed in tears on the stage at his feet, still swallowing the heated cum he had cruelly shot down her gullet. Kim ignored the captive for a moment, quickly leaning forward and finishing the job for Joanne by licking Chow's glistening penis with her agile .tongue, licking away the last threads of semen and then zipping up his fly for him while he stood patiently looking down at the two slavish women at his feet.
"With a little practice she'll do," he commented dryly when Kim rose once again to her feet.
"The best I could find ... she's got a nice body and her face has enough innocence, don't you think?" replied the lesbian woman through wetted lips, hardly able to drag her eyes off the exhausted captive who collapsed shivering on the carpet. "I thought maybe I could take her back into the other room for a while ... " she said coyly.
"Sure, Kim ... " Chow's eyes glinted. "Just don't wear out that little cunt of hers until I get a shot at it."
CHAPTER SIX
They've forgotten about me, thought Jan with a mixture of relief and apprehension. In her chest, her heart thumped like the long distance runner, and her throat was parched with the tight dryness of fear. She sobbed into her hands. Dear God, she could never be put through the lustful rigors that young tourist had just undergone-and then to be spirited away by the lesbian Chinese woman to be put to another test! And if she failed? No, she couldn't think negatively. She must keep up her energy and sharpen her wits to find a way out of this den of iniquity.
Through tear splattered eyes she stole a significant peek into the smokey room beyond. Indoubtably there was no escaping the hatch-doored basement. If she were to get out of this inveiglement it would be through the adjoining rooms through which Joanne had disappeared in catatonic confusion. There had to be an exit-common sense dictated that. But after being locked up in this dank basement, who could tell entrance from exit, right from left? Oh, darn it, she had to keep her head working straight or she would indoubtably end up on her knees before the paunch-bellied, nameless man who had violated Joanne's mouth with rapacious cruelty.
Stealthily, the blonde haired captive stole up to the door jam and ventured a scan of the rooms beyond. Both were heavily carpeted in rich Oriental rugs and beaded curtains separated the rooms in a hazy splatter of glass. To the right a small alcove gave way to another room from which the smoke was billowing in dusty, nose-itching clouds. Through the glass curtain she could make out the silken outline of a woman, lean and lanky and leggy. There were voices, throaty and thick and foreign. How many people were in this place she had no idea. This place ... what place?
Fingers of adrenalin-powered fear poked at her insides, while stories of Chinatown's infamous opium dens which existed only as a television magazine head liner, a sensational story that turned the heads of native San Franciscans who had walked the streets of Chinatown without full cognizance of what lurked below the grease-slicked back alleyways and iron barred windows where few Asians ventured and never Caucasians, became a three dimensional reality to Jan. She was seeing it, smelling it, suffocating from the tight confines of iniquity. And she had witnessed her fellow captive's fate!
That was enough. To fall into the trap of self pity would be self defeating. Joanne served as a ripe example of that easy pitfall, and look what happened to her? Probably being molested right now by the sleek-bodied bisexual abductor, never to see her home town or husband again. This girl was going to get out of here if she had to risk her life to do it!
Taking a few deep breaths to build her incentive and courage, Jan stepped warily into the alcove, checking twice to make certain the jowl-cheeked Chinaman had departed. Two steps into the room, she glanced through the beaded curtains, being careful not to rattle the glass, and stuck her perky nose between two heavy strands.
Two wide blue eyes surveyed the blue-aired room with its racks of beds layered one on top of the other much like the sleeping quarters of a navy ship. She counted four arms dangling from the upper racks and listened to the slow, heavy breathing of men escaping mundane routine. Craning her neck, Jan glanced into the right corner normally hidden from her visage point and spied the only activity going on in the room. What she saw was enough to make her halt!
Stretched out on a lower rack a naked, golden-bodied woman who could have been Kim's sister, if appearance and behavior were any criteria, was lying spread-eagle with both hands tied together over her head. Her legs had been left free and Jan could see her thrashing back and forth, apparently in the final throes of ecstasy.
My God! thought Jan. That's why they kidnapped us-to be whores in an opium den! Her hands flew to her mouth, then to her heart to quiet the raucous pumping that buzzed in her ears.
From where she stood she could see up the woman's shamelessly spread thighs. Her vagina was flowered open and moist as if she had just finished having intercourse. Every wrinkle and fold in the girl's ravished little cunt, and her pussy lips quivering and palpitating as if her pussy was begging to be battered again, were there in bold relief.
A shadow of movement caught the captive's eye as a man entered the scene. Apparently he had been there all along-smoking more opium so that he could violate the woman's body again? Jan shivered. His face was turned from her, but she could discern from his build and stature that he was Chinese, and naked as the girl herself. Jan watched mesmerized as he seized the woman's flanks and deliberately rolled her over onto her stomach, his hands moving immediately to the soft, flaccid half-moons of her buttocks. Expertly, as if this were a daily ritual with him, he spread the two spheres, exposing the whole flat plane of the girl's backside to her spying eyes. The woman had been thrashing back and forth wildly, and her hips were still quivering with unsatisfied lust as the man's lewd finger danced wickedly over the tiny puckered hole of her anus.
These people are all mad, Jan was thinking with intense conviction. This sort of thing doesn't really happen here in America ... not in our city!
But it was and before her unblinking blue eyes! Wide eyed, she watched the man straighten up, bringing a long, lust-stiffened penis into play and began probing with this wicked rod between the woman's obscenely parted buttocks. Jan saw that the woman's mouth was open, and could hear her whimpering cries. Was this woman crying to be impaled or crying for mercy? In the end it made no difference, because this man had probably paid to assault her sodomistically and this girl was probably a victim of fate just as was Jan and Joanne! The thought made the British beauty's stomach knot.
Then, swallowing hard, she watched as the man placed the mushroomed head of his massively throbbing penis against the fearfully puckering hole of the girl's anus and began probing and pushing. There was a moment of electric tension and then the man slashed forward with his hips.
It intrigued Jan that none of the opium-inebriated men lying on the racks paid any heed and in her steadfast curiosity, the captive stood captivated by her own impending fate, wasting precious minutes that could have led to freedom.
The woman's naked body went into a paroxysm, as if an electric current had just been passed through her veins, straining desperately against her ropes which bound her face-down to the bed of degradation. Jan found herself instinctively clenching her own ass cheeks as if she were about to be assaulted from behind, while she watched that huge, yellow, thick cock slide inexorably up into the puckering orifice of the woman's nether passage.
God, how could she stand it? The man's lust thickened pole of Asian flesh was big and he was ramming into her defenseless little anus like a maniac, surging deeper and deeper as if he didn't care whether or not he tore her delicate rectum to shreds. The rampant spear of male flesh went in all the way, right to the hilt, and Jan watched in amazement as the girl's supple hips began to pump up and down, desperately answering each of the man's punishing sodomistic strokes with an answering stroke of her own. Oh God! She was enjoying it! The woman had to be smoking some of that mind-numbing opium in order to tolerate the agony. But what about her sense of shame in this unnatural act of copulation?
Sweat was beading on Jan's forehead. She could watch no more. Viewing two sordid sex acts in one emotion-packed night was too much, and she felt herself shaking tremorously. Her armpits were soaked as was her back, her gray angora sweater clinging to the rich swells of her lace-cupped breasts with the tenacity of wet jersey. Watching this sordid affair was only making her more upset than she already was-if that were possible. Silently, she backed into the cellar, realizing that if she did not escape in the next few minutes it could well be here lying stark naked with a greasy-haired Chinaman ramming his ugly penis in and out of her virginal anus.
As she turned, her ears started to buzz with a drug-induced song of their own and Jan experienced a lightheadedness that defied drunkenness. Her knees began to gel and her eyes burned while little sparkles of color danced before her pupils like forest nymphets on a spring day. The opium smoke, she realized, trying to fight the flighty sensation. She reeled back into the cellar, through the heavy connecting door, hoping the foul, musty smell of the basement would clear her senses of the opiate poppies burning in the room next door.
But too late ...
Her eyelids flickered and exhausted and dreamy, she fell into a swoon that would cost her freedom.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Her body possessed a strangely uncontrollable rubberized feeling, as if her flesh and bones had melted into a puddle. The awakening was painful, like a difficult birth, and Jan re-emerged into the world of the living with a groan of real agony. She found herself lying on the cement floor, her slitted skirt wadded up around her thighs, showing off a lacy garter that promised a richer vista inches beyond. It took a long while to remember where she was, or how she had gotten there. There was a dull, persistent ache in her head which reminded her of that she had been drugged, and that several hours had lapsed since she had passed into unconsciousness. Painfully, she raised herself up on one elbow and began to take stock of her situation.
Day or night? She couldn't guess the hour. On the other side of the basement wall a dull rumble and a barely perceptible vibration suggested that traffic was grinding its way up the narrow Chinatown streets. So it was morning.
Rising to her knees, she pulled down her skirt and ironed it with her hands, her Victorian modesty even in private a ritual with her. Dully, she wondered why Kim had forgotten about her second captive. Part of her longed to go back to sleep and forget the whole ugly business, but her instinct for survival was too strong and she shook her head violently trying to wake up enough to decide on her next plan of escape.
Mentally she berated herself for having lost her one chance for charging through the door while the paying customer ravished the sadistically bound woman. Curiosity had cost her-her freedom and now was the time to rectify that stupid move!
Determinedly, she stalked toward the door, a sliver of daylight emitted from the barred windows of the rooms beyond shedding a different light on the situation. She perked her ears for the sound of voices; her auditory nerves picked up the sound of slurping followed by the clank of porcelain against porcelain. The sound of someone eating, she surmised, wondering who that could be. A venturous peek into the room that had earlier witnessed Joanne's defilement revealed the slender figure of an aged Chinaman sitting on the floor working at a bowl of won ton, picking up the little pillows one by one and popping them into his mouth, keeping the bowl close to his chin to catch the dribbles running down his sharply shaped goatee. A pair of spectacles perched on his wrinkled stub of a nose suggested a golden age for the man, yet he possessed that taut muscled frame that was easily deceiving in guessing his age.
The air had cleared of the mind-numbing smoke and, guessing it to be early morning, Jan gathered her courage, trying to unravel the knots in her empty stomach, and with an audacious flair typical of the British, headed straight through the glass curtains, her legs scissoring in fast little leaps. She had no idea where she was going-or if she was going! She ran through the room with the racks, her feet soundless on the thick carpeting, through a short hallway that lead to a door. Her fingers twisted at the knob, her heart beating a raucous tattoo in her chest, her grip strengthened by adrenalin.
It twisted! Her heart jumped for joy and yanking the door open she caught one peek of a busy Chinese restaurant kitchen, a horde of women chattering and chopping vegetables with a cleaver. She slipped through, her eyes darting this way and that-and then she felt it.
Bony hands were on her shoulders, pulling her backwards, digging into her tender flesh, then dragging her by her heels back through the door.
Defeat-the lingering smell of opium itched in her nostrils and she knew her hell had begun. The door slammed shut of its own volition, separating her from the outside world, shutting out the welcomed chatter of street life, of normality.
Jan blinked pleadingly up into the cold eyes behind coke bottle glass lens. "Who you?" A voice snapped from an unseen mouth forested with hair. "Where you come from?"
"I ... I got lost," she answered stupidly with a little titter of hysteria. "Can you help me get out of here? I-I was having dinner upstairs and I-I took a wrong turn." She smiled a nervous, crooked grin. "So if you'll excuse me," she said, rising to her knees as daintily as she could, "I'll fetch my purse and be out of here."
"No! I think you best see Chow first," the short wiry man decided, reaching down an I grabbing Jan's arm and dragging her to her feet.
She took one forlorn glance at the hallway and hung her head. This was it. Then she was being dragged by the wrist, stumbling in her high heels toward the beaded curtain, through the beaded curtain that separated with a glassy crackle, and through the room where Joanne had been-
Oh, God ... ! Jan clamped her hand over her eyes as if to blot out the lewd remembrance of that lurid scene. When she opened them she was entering through yet another door to the rear of the building. The room burst with sunlight, richly decorated in expensive Oriental carpets and walls covered with Chinese erotic art hung in gold frames. The lurid scenes of sodomy, cunnilingus and fellatio were a horrible reminder of the woman who had abducted her-the very woman who sat sipping tea on the bed now. Beside her lounged Ben Chow, taking tea and toast in bed. He looked up calmly as his night guard entered, motioning him to release the young blonde captive.
"Where did you find her?" he asked crisply, ignoring Jan for a moment.
Next to him Jan could discern the nervous tightness on Kim's normally unwrinkled face. The Oriental woman swirled her tea in the cup, her cheeks reddening.
"Find girl in hallway. Don't know where come from ... " the man chirped, his goatee bobbing.
Chow took a long and meaningful look at his female accomplice. His jowls beginning to flap from the menacing thoughts ricocheting around in his brain. "You stupid cunt!" he yelped at Kim with a vigor that made Jan jump. "You forgot ... ? You were so busy slobbering over that girl's cunt you forgot ... a mistake that could cost us everything?"
Kim turned to stone. "I'm sorry, Ben ... I-"
Whap!
Jan stiffened from the blow that left a red imprint on Kim's yellow, satin cheek.
"She was kidding ... " whimpered Kim defensively.
"Shut your mouth!" ordered Chow, cutting her off sharply. "She knows everything now ... " His piggish eyes leveled on Jan's tremoring body, raking from the curled ends of her blonde bobbed hairdo to the naked tips of her pink polished toenails.
Jan suddenly realized that her only hope for salvation was in convincing this man that she knew nothing. But the words had already been spoken and she watched the two exchange a meaningful glance. Chow threw back the covers and rose from the bed, his paunchy belly sticking out from the silk pajamas he wore, his barrel chest naked and hairless-and walked menacingly toward Jan.
"Kim, I think it's too late ... " He was standing very close to her now, and Jan shook with a terror that defied childish nightmares. Chow reached out one hand and cupped her right breast. He squeezed, then tweaked her nipple. "Feels solid ... no babies?"
Jan choked. "N-no babies ... ?"
"Married?"
Jan stared at her feet and shook her head, realizing only too late that she should have answered in the affirmative. Twice I've blundered, she thought with a sickening, sinking sensation in the pit of her belly. "I-I mean yes!" she stuttered, looking hopefully up into his snappy black eyes.
Chow smiled crookedly. "You don't expect me to believe you, do you?" He took a deep breath. "I suppose you know what goes on here?"
"No ... !" she shook her head vigorously. "I didn't see anything, I was asleep, I-I won't say anything!"
"She's lying!" burst Kim from the bed. "The little cunt is lying. She was in the cellar with the other girl ... "
"No, really I-" she pleaded desperately, not realizing that she had dug herself into an impossible situation.
"You won't say anything?" he repeated mockingly. "That implies that you had something you could say if you wanted to, wouldn't it?"
"I'm just a secretary-I never come to Chinatown, I-" she tried to reason with him, wishing she had crept out last night when that hapless girl was screaming out her pain-filled ecstasy. She spread her hands. "I work for Bank of America ... I'm a nobody ... " she paused, realizing she was convincing them of nothing. A chill ran through her body then, for Chow was running his fingers lightly over her breast, sending a distinct shiver up and down her backbone. The man was grinning crookedly at her, a cruel, sinister smile and the young secretary read the glint of lust in his black eyes.
"Let's just say for the moment that you are in a very precarious position," he purred at her, turning on a soft-hearted charm that threw Jan off guard momentarily. "And your future depends on how nice you can be to me for the next few days. Kim," he turned to nod at his accomplice. "Undress the girl for me. I think-" And here he asked in a near cordial tone, "what is your name?"
"J-Jan," she choked.
"Jan, I think you owe it to Kim and me to make up for the inconvenience you've caused."
Jan closed her eyes, wishing she could faint and escape this horrid moment. Indeed, she clenched her eyes shut, trying to hold her breath and see sparks, but her brain refused to accept the path of least resistance and she remained wired and alert.
Was Chow going to try to make her kneel before him and take his yellow penis into her mouth, the way he had done to poor Joanne? Having Paul force her was torment enough, the bastard, but it was too horrible to contemplate with this man. Instinctively, she glanced down and saw the significant tent jutting from his loins.
"No!" she pleaded desperately, wanting to resist but stunned by the total helplessness of her position. Kim was at his side now, anxious to begin, purring in her throat with excitation, but the terrified blonde backed away, horrified by the prospect of being violated sexually.
"I advise you to loosen up, my dear. Or we'll have to call in recruits. Or we could start you out tonight working the racks ... does that appeal to you?" he taunted, running a soft hand over her flushed cheeks. "The men won't be as gentle as Kim here, and when they pay for it, they want it all."
Jan shivered. "What do you want of me?" she chirped in a hoarse, emotional voice as Kim's softly feminine hands drew the zipper of her skirt down and lifted each ankle in turn. Then dainty hands worked at the hem of her sweater and gently lifted it up over Jan's head. She stood in her brassiere and garter belt and bikini panties, a deep run snagged in one nylon stocking. Chow examined her coolly for a long time before responding.
"I should think that your curiosity has answered that question for you already," he remarked with a chuckle. "I assume you've seen the action taking place here ... "
Jan shook her head, staring at her feet, her cheeks burning as if a match were held to them.
"You will work here and satisfy the men ... in return you will be treated well." Then to Kim. "Take her panties off, Kim, I want to see what shape her cunt's in."
Jan tensed, but resistance was useless. She shivered nakedly as Chow's lesbian assistant dropped to her knees and gleefully slipped the blonde captive's bikini panties down over her knees.
"Ah, very lovely," commented Chow with an air of complacency, stepping closer and running his fingers lightly over the girl's triangle of fluffy blonde pubic hair. Jan's lithe body jerked involuntarily, but Chow continued to inspect her as if she were a slave to be purchased. "You have a lovely body for a Westerner. Your buttocks aren't too big ... that's nice. Your tits look high." He turned to Kim. "Do you agree?"
In answer Kim purred sensuously. "As nice as her blonde friend. When do I get her? I want to go down on her. I bet she's never had it that way before."
"Later," snapped Chow, leading the unwilling captive to the edge of the bed and pushing her down on top of it with a bounce. "You see," he began, "I enjoy sex of all types. My art collection proves that. Some women are best fucked in the mouth. Others love it in the ass, and some like to be hurt by a man." At this point Chow placed his hands on Jan's naked shoulders and pinned her to the mattress. "We will soon learn what your fetish is, my dear ... and you will be paid well for it. I suspect," he said, casting her significant sidelong glance, "that you are one of those women who prefer it in the rectum. And ah, we will know soon enough ... but if we are to be judicious about this, we must start with the cunt."
"No!" Jan burst out recklessly, never in her life having heard a man talk about sex as if it were a smorgasbord to be tasted in bits and nibbles. "I'd hate it! How could you enjoy it if I hate it?"
Chow shook his head. "Stupid American blonde," he tittered, smiling arrogantly.
"I'm not stupid!" retorted Jan heatedly, growing tired of being abused verbally and physically. To hear him insult her femininity was the final straw. "I refuse to get myself beaten black and blue because I don't enjoy pain ... but you'll never hear me screaming out ecstasy. You can rape me because you're stronger than I am, but I'll never like it and I won't accept-I won't act like Joanne!"
Jan was screaming, beside herself with a combination of rage and terror, but to her surprise, Chow failed to react angrily to her insults. Instead he watched her amusedly, that crooked half grin on his face again. When she glanced down at the sudden blur of movement, she realized he was undoing the cord to his pajama bottoms. With a quick flick of his wrist, he released the pajamas and worked them down with his hands, revealing the thick girth of his cock, already inflated and pointing at her with lust.
Jan blinked her blue eyes to shut out the tears she didn't want this man to have the satisfaction of seeing. This is it, she resolved. I'm going to lose my virginity to a Chinese opium den proprietor.
Outside the festive crackle of firecrackers buzzed mockingly in her ears.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"A fighter, huh? That's good," mocked Chow.
"What should I do next?" asked Kim, standing anxiously beside the bed, ready as always to be of assistance. Jan stared fearfully at the man's massively bloated penis, fascinated like a bird being hypnotized by a snake and incapable of blinking.
"Get her wet for me," he directed calmly.
"Can I strip?"
"Whatever," he replied and Kim quickly pulled her kimono off her body and stood in the golden sunlight, tawny and lanky. Jan found herself remembering how Kim had stage managed the horrible encounter with Joanne last night and wondered about this peculiar man-woman relationship. "Get her wet?" That didn't mean she would-
"If you ever go into business, let me tell you, always have an assistant of the opposite sex," he informed her casually, settling himself on the bed beside her and placing his hands on her arms so that she was pinned once more to the mattress. "Kim loves both men and women ... she has quite a sexual imagination. Some say it's because she was born in the year of the Cock," he chuckled lewdly. "Or you Westerners would claim her double Scorpio is responsible for her unusual carnal appetite."
Kim stood nakedly and Jan quickly glanced at the strangely submissive woman who seemed in many ways to be the Yin embodiment of Chow himself. Always ready to assist him in glorifying his lewd desires and perversions. She possessed a gorgeous Asian body of modest measurements, though her breasts were high and small, but exquisitely formed, and naked she seemed to move with liquid grace. She knelt quickly on the floor on the Oriental carpet next to the bed between Jan's spread legs, pushing her thighs apart. Had the young captive known what was coming next, she would have struggled to the death, even though it was useless, just to save her conscience. But the raven-haired vixen was too quick to be rebutted, and by the time Jan comprehended how she was to get wet, it was too late for anything but regret.
"Lay still and let me do the work," Kim whispered in a throaty purr that was almost seductive in Jan's buzzing ears. Kim dropped her head and ran her lips across the softly yielding flesh of Jan's quivering upper thighs. "I'm getting you wet ... for him!"
Jan's body froze as the wetly heated lips worked their way into her pubic fuzz. The lesbian's tongue speared out delicately, agilely invading the girl's trembling young pussy, separating the moist folds and delving into the heart of her womanhood. Jan's pelvis jerked convulsively as she reacted to this deceptively powerful stimulation, feeling Kim lick her budding clitoris sensitively and then suck it deliberately and forcefully up into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue.
"No ... don't do that to me ... I'm not a lesbian!" wailed Jan with every ounce of sincerity in her body.
No good! Nobody was listening to her pleas. Chow was stretched out catlike beside her on the bed, working his hand around the back of her lacy brassiere to unclasp it. His deft fingers worked expertly and in a second she felt a cold chill on her breasts, followed by a warm hand caressing her sensitively tingling nipples and occasionally he would bend over with his usual sardonic chuckle to take one of the strawberry buds between his teeth and bite it mercilessly between his teeth.
Jan guessed that he was merely waiting for his lesbian assistant to tongue fuck her into such a state of acceptance that she would be an easy prey when his turn came.
But the humiliation! That was the worst! She was laying sprawled out, her legs spread obscenely apart with the whole of her pink, naked genitals offered up to the woman's voracious tongue like a tangy smorgasbord. Jan cringed into the mattress, frozen, pinned to the spot with fear and mortification as the oriental lesbian slowly and torturously drew apart the pink lips of her vagina as if peeling a budding rose, watching it greedily for a moment while the ragged lips pulsed and vibrated, and then buried the full length of her warm, wet tongue into the seeping, throbbing walls of Jan's quivering pussy.
"Aaaaaggghhh ... noooooo!" wailed the feebly struggling young blonde from the depths of her soul, hating these two sexual monsters for dragging her down into their own terrible, disgusting corruption, reducing her to the animal stage of carnality she had always feared. For hadn't Paul tried the same? And hadn't the British beauty experienced a tingling thrill of lust that bubbled subtlely for no one to see? Her head came up off the bed in wild-eyed amazement. She glanced down between the quaking mounds of her goose bumped breasts at Kim's pink little tongue making wet, licking circles in her wetly throbbing vagina.
"Please pay attention to the woman's maneuvers," directed Chow. "You'll be doing this yourself in the near future."
"God, no ... please," groaned Jan in anguish, failing her bobbed blonde head back and forth as the searing contact of Kim's warm tongue spearing in and out of her involuntarily flowering cuntal lips continued with a rapacious speed. Jan clenched her hands into tight fists and, closing her eyes tight, tried to concentrate on anything-hot fudge sundaes, Paul's mole on his left leg-anything to dispel and belie the bittersweet torture taking place down between her satiny thighs. Despite those feeble efforts, tiny featherlike wisps of red hot pleasure were beginning to whisper through her defenselessly spread genitals like the stir of autumn leaves, and that swirling rush was felt, too, in her tingling nipples that were swelling and hardening from Chow's gentle nibbles and mouthing, one after the other. She could sense the man watching her intently, testing her, waiting for the first signs of her inevitable surrender, knowing that Kim's expert ministrations would bring about this uptight female in a few more strokes of the tongue.
Then Jan began to cry, salty tears of shame and mortification flowing onto her satiny, flushed cheeks as she realized there was nothing she could do but lie there and listen to the Oriental woman sucking and licking at her cunt. Oh, the noise of it was lewd enough, but the sensation it produced! Nooo! she mentally screamed, clenching her fists until her fingernails drew blood in the palms of her hands. Jan knew that the tiny sensitive sex organ of her budding clitoris was throbbing with desire, and that to conceal much longer the pitiful condition of her surrender was nearly impossible.
Her hips quivering lustfully despite her iron determination to lie quietly and she forced herself again to concentrate on the unwelcome fact that she was being lewdly ravished against her will-raped, really, and by a woman at that. This was not Paul her fiance mauling her body; she was captive in an opium den being primed for whoredom!
The ticklish sensations were working horrors on her naked flesh. Kim was toying with her captive cruelly now, exploring all the sweet, warmly perfumed mysteries of her genitals with her sensitive prying fingers; then, with a start, Jan felt the lesbian's tongue flicker feather-light over the tightly puckered hole of her anus. That was altogether too much!
"Aaaaahhh!" she moaned. "No ... not there!" But her mercy pleadings only brought a low, lewd chuckle from the woman's working throat and further stabs of the obscenely caressing tongue into the tight sphincter ring.
Knowing that she had discovered the girl's Achilles heel, Kim carefully inched her outstretched middle finger into Jan's defenselessly puckering anus, forcing it steadily in as far as the first knuckle while her hot tongue continued to spear in and out of the thrashing girl's hotly quivering cunt. The double impalement was double humiliation and Jan suddenly realized her iron tight grip on reality was loosening, slackening dangerously. She felt herself on the edge of a slippery mudslide and every twitch of her body brought her that much closer to destruction. Her shamelessly aroused body was jerking in spasms, and her hips seemed to have called mutiny on her brain. Without realizing it, she was beginning to raise the white flag of surrender.
Ben Chow gazed down at the naked shuddering young blonde captive quivering and writhing beneath him. What to do with her was the question. Obviously the girl had seen too much of the den's operations already, had seen too many recognizable faces. Now Joanne was another matter-the brain-washable type. All the fight had been washed out of her by Kim's little private initiation into the rights of Geishadom. To pack her up in a crate and send her off on a boat was no problem. The crews on those ocean going vessels always welcomed a little female company, and besides, he owed Camdon a favor.
But this one was a clever girl, a fighter. Though not terribly wise in the ways of the world, she possessed a kind of native intelligence that would be difficult to extinguish. This situation was one he would have to consider carefully, because the kind of racket he was in demanded high stakes.
Would this blonde haired Westerner ever make a good whore? That was the question. His girls had to be trustworthy and hot blooded. Was this one capable of that? It was obvious from the way her voluptuous body had come alive in the last few minutes that she had a hot, passionate, though dormant, streak in her. Even now, being tongue-fucked and rectally fingered by a lesbian, she was loosening up nicely, and Chow studied the half-crazed contortion that had spread over her face. It was time, he decided, for him to take charge.
Jan was writhing and squirming under the mind-blowing torture of Kim's voraciously probing tongue, wondering how long she could take this lecherous abuse without going completely out of her mind. Each time she blinked open her blue eyes, she could see Ben Chow's hungry face glowering down at her, appraising her like a calf ready for slaughter, his normally calm eyes glinting with lust. Then, out of the corner of one eye, she saw him move his hand away from the tortured mound of her breast and tap Kim lightly on the shoulder.
"I want to sample that sweet little pink cunt," he told his accomplice. "I have to see what our customers are going to get."
"Nooooo!" The white wedding dress and sacred virginity flashed in her mind with a moan. Jan realized just how weak and helpless her body was right now. She lay still as he maneuvered over her, paralyzed by her own conflicting emotions and body sensations, her belly quivering and heaving in erotic need as she gasped desperately for a breath of air. Chow had her pinned to the mattress, bending over her cruelly and biting the sensitive little bud of her left breast's nipple so hard that he left tooth marks in the softness of her supple flesh. She groaned in agony, trying to twist away, but the man seemed to be all over her now, his hands dancing demandingly over the delicacy of her thighs and hips, stroking her flanks tantalizingly with his pudgy, yellow-skinned hands. He bent over her again, and for an instant Jan feared that he was going to bite off her other nipple, but this time as she prepared herself for the sharp pain, he carefully licked the trembling brown bud, sending a twitch of unwanted pleasure racing through her confused body. Instinctively, without realizing her own actions, her hips began to grind frantically down into the mattress below.
"Ah, ha ... I think we've found a soft spot," he teased unmercifully, noticing the beginnings of sexual arousal in her. "Perhaps your ass isn't as cold as you'd like me to believe?"
For some reason, his mocking talk only excited Jan more, and she turned her head to one side, now almost wishing that he would go ahead with his threats and ravish her violently and painfully and be done with it. Against her will, he had excited her. If he could succeed in fulfilling his promise to make her scream in ecstasy, it would be the last defeat. If she surrendered to him, she would be lost and she knew it. The woman thought of Paul and of those sacred marriage vows now, in her heated temptation, floated into oblivion like fog on a warm summer's day.
"Jesus, you're tight!" he complained as he caressed her throbbing pussy with one vilely exploring hand. "Obviously you've never fucked an Oriental before." Then, letting not another second pass, Chow levered up over her, using one hand to guide the hard rubbery shaft of his cock directly into the full fleshy lips of her agonized young pussy. The man was getting excited himself now as the sensually lurking thought of ravishing this young nakedly helpless young girl took possession of his spirit. He watched her curly blonde head turn submissively to one side as he rubbed the hot tip of his penis up and down her throbbing hair-lined vaginal slit, searching for the moist slit of her womanhood.
This is it, Jan told herself. He's going to rape me. Oh, forgive me, Paul, but I can't help it!
CHAPTER NINE
As a salvationary gesture they had bored breathing holes in the sides of the nailed shut wooden crate with Chinese characters sprawled in red paint on the roughly hewn sides. The padded interior smelled still of the Chinese imported tea that last month had made its way into this country. Now that same crate sat on the Oakland dock with the others, waiting to be loaded onboard ship.
Inside the suffocating interior, Joanne Carlson's prenatally cramped body slept in opium-induced semi-consciousness, a cloth gag strung about her soft, bruised lips which the night prior had suffered inhumanly the ravages of lesbian attack.
Nearby on the dock the roar of loading equipment moving lazily up and down the pier vibrated above the choppy bay waters as a crew of longshoremen went about their task of loading up the vessel's cargo. The procedure went as usual, though perhaps a gear slower. Saturday paid time and half on a union scale. The men worked none too quickly.
The air was crisp, the winds sharp. The sun cast a shimmer of reflecting light, then, as a state car pulled up on the pier and an entourage of men spilled from the automobile and spread themselves out over the dock, the leather of their shoulder holsters hidden under their business suits.
It was the gray-haired driver of the car dressed in a knatty navy blue suit who approached one of the longshoreman who was taking a cigarette break, one foot popped up on a post, his blue workshirt pulled sloppily out over the belt holding up his Levi's hiked down his buttocks to show off an elastic rim of jockey shorts.
"Hey you ... where's your foreman?"
"Huh?" the longshoreman flicked his cigarette into the water and watched it ride the murky waters for a moment before lowering his foot and turning around to answer. "Why do you ask?" he asked, suspecting the man to be one of the union investigators whose irksome presence got to be a pain in the neck. The suited man slipped a hand into a breast pocket and withdrew his wallet, then easily flipped it open and shoved the identification card in the longshoreman's nose. "Now will you tell me where the hell your foreman is?"
* * *
The pre-parade activities had begun in Chinatown. Firecrackers could be heard from Russian Hill to Telegraph Hill, echoing back and forth and resounding off Nob Hill. In Chinatown police were busy preparing to reroute traffic for the night's parade, and the soft-soled shuffle of Chinese women toting shopping bags loaded with produce and fresh fish crowded the streets. It was a gala event for most; a torturous event for others who were not part of the festivities.
That included Jan who lay in her black lace garter belt and nothing else, spread out on her captor's bed as he aimed his bloated penile flesh toward the tender flesh of her vagina and applied pressure. The deflowering was hardly a sacred ritual in the hands of Ben Chow and his lustful accomplice, Kim Moon.
The opium dealer pushed steadily forward, putting the weight of his paunchy body behind his lust-hardened male flesh, and grinning with cruel sadism, watched her writhe in pain. The tip of his bulbous gland worked its way torturously past the tightly clasped opening, and penetrated her tight young belly by sheer brute force.
"No ... Noooo! Stop! You're hurting me!" she wailed, wedging her hands against his hairless chest in a pointless attempt at pushing him away. It was a useless gesture, he was far too strong for her, and he obviously enjoyed making her suffer as he battered his way up into her virginal pussy.
"Christ, it feels like you've got a mousetrap in there," he snarled in response, his muscles tightening quickly. "Let's get it over with!" Releasing the weight on his elbows, he allowed his body to fall forward sharply, crushing his naked chest against the cushiony softness of Jan's breasts and knocking the wind out of her lungs. Defensively, Jan's legs splayed apart as his long, thick cock rammed mercilessly into her defenseless vagina. He was going all the way to her cervix this time, not stopping until his balls smacked against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks.
"Jesus," he repeated in disbelief, then pulled his penis partially out and stared at the pink froth from her shattered maidenhead. "I'll be damned. Hey, Kim, we got us a cherry!"
Jan blushed crimson. For a time neither of them moved, their naked bodies pancaked together. Kim shifted her position, sprawling next to Jan on the bed and taking one of the girl's limp hands gently in hers.
"The man's got quite a cock. You'll learn to respect it in time," she said, speaking in a throaty purr. "Wait until he puts it in your rectum, honey, that'll give you something to complain about!"
"Noooooooohhhhh!" sobbed the young captive, too tortured by this horrible rape and the loss of her virginity to worry about the future possibility of having it shoved in the other place.
"I softened you up as much as I could," grinned Kim lecherously. "It would have been worse if I hadn't, don't you think?"
Jan had no desire to answer that lurid question. What could she possibly say? Thank the woman for having exposed her to lesbian sex? And feeling Chow flexing his lust-thickened cock within her deflowered belly, deliberately trying to widen the tightly resisting passage, was a bit distracting. Kim was inching her way closer, apparently still wanting a piece of the action and too impatient to wait until after Chow had finished.
"With Jan's hand still clamped in her own, Kim thrust her hips forward eagerly and then forced Jan's unwilling, pink-polished fingertips into her own wetly seeping cunt, and immediately clamped her thighs together to hold the girl's hand captive.
"Oh Jesus," groaned the captive. What more could they do to her? "What other perversions have you?"
Chow chuckled grimly. "A lot ... you haven't begun to sample it, my dear."
Slowly, the man began to rock back and forth, driving his pulsing hardness in and out of her painfully stretched cunt. With his native instinct for a woman's innermost feelings, he sensed that the blonde girl had given up the fight and was ready to submit. She had shown no resistance at Kim's perverted use of her fingers, and the slender hipped lesbian was going wild by his side as she forced Jan's finger to fuck her against her will. Yes, this one was broken in and from now on it would be easy getting her juices stirred. His penis had never failed him before, and he knew from his vast bedroom experience that it would not take long to turn this innocent young thing into a squirming mass of passionate flesh. God knows he'd done it before, and he'd do it again!
Chow had no knowledge of how close to the truth he was, for Jan was holding back valiantly from showing how close to surrender she was. Even the agonizing pain of Chow's brutal penetration had not brought her all the way down from the pinnacle of sweet surrender and she was still tingling from the furious tongue fucking at the hands of Kim. Her brain was spinning in confusion, and she realized vaguely that she had probably not fully recovered from the contact high of having sniffed too much opium smoke, dense as it was as she watched the girl being ravished anally.
The opium dealer glanced down at the girl he was soulfully ravaging, and decided that he was winning again. Jan's voluptuous young body clad in the lace garter belt was twitching and jerking unconsciously and he plastered a wet, open mouthed kiss on her lips, finding to his delight that even her mouth yielded to his invasion. She was open to him, that was for certain. Lewdly, he plunged his tongue into her mouth and hers shyly toyed with his as a low servile hum came from deep in her throat. A light fragrant layer of perspiration was spreading across her forehead as his loins fucked endlessly into hers, and her nostrils were flared with undeniable lust. Chow decided that it was time to turn on the heat and drive the girl completely out of her mind.
He had the technique down pat. He started by shifting his position, slipping his hands beneath the soft warmth of her buttocks, while he continued to skewer rhythmically into her. Her ass cheeks were churning and flexing in the strap of her garter belt as he drove his lust hardened penis into her eagerly squirming cunt. He used his new leverage to pull her tight little pussy even closer so that his long tawny cock was in direct contact with the stiffened bud of her oily clitoris.
Jan groaned and mumbled something, but Chow didn't catch it. She's ready, he thought cunningly, and slid his prying fingers all of the way beneath her nakedly undulating buttocks until his index finger rested lightly on the tiny puckered hole of her anus. It was tight, and he reminded himself that if he ever hoped to fuck her there, he was going to have to work on opening up that entrance. Besides, toying with her magic button there would serve to remind the girl just how far along he'd brought her. If she could be forced to accept this, she would take anything!
Without warning or threat, he slid his outstretched middle finger into her puckering anal hole quickly, catching her completely off-guard, and feeling the soft rubbery flesh yield reluctantly before this perverted attack.
"Ahhhhhh," she groaned, but it was not clear whether the nakedly thrashing girl was protesting or simply moaning from the increased pleasure he was bringing her. Chow escalated his attack by pushing in a little further, working his finger around in ever-increasing circles in her hot buttery depths to widen the opening. Soon enough there was enough room to add a second bony finger, and Chow felt the girl's outraged rectum slowly adjust to the strange and unnatural invasion.
The thought that he had succeeded in dominating the girl lent a furious glee to the man's wild lusts and he began to fuck her with every ounce of strength in his tawny body, caressing the moistly trembling inside walls of her rectum with his finger as he speared even more deeply into her wetly clasping young cunt.
"Oh, oh Gawd!" she muttered, her long finely tapered legs rising up on either side of him as if she were urging him on to fuck her harder and deeper. With a shock, Chow realized that she was there; she was on the verge of cumming already, and he had not even begun to show her his erotic tricks. He decided to get a running start and push her off into the heavens of orgasm so hard she would never forget this cum, no matter how many more she experienced in the back room of his brothel.
Taking a deep breath, he quickened his thrusts, ripping his fingers from her offended rectum and seizing her garter-belted hips. The girl's loins were wide open to him now and the air resounded from the sound of one thrust after another as his long, hard penis rammed mercilessly into her hair-lined pussy. Jan's face was so contorted with passion that her own mother would not have recognized her now and Chow himself felt that as if his cock were ready to explode from the pressure exerted upon that bloated tube from the soft, muscled walls of her vagina.
Neither were aware of poor neglected Kim who was sobbing under the effect of her lonely but powerful orgasm.
"I ... I ... " Jan gasped, her voice high and unexplainably youthful.
"Say it!" barked Chow, wanting to hear the confession from her lips.
"I'm cumming ... cumming ... cumm-mmmmmmmmming!" the lust crazed girl chanted mindlessly, her hips bucking up against his naked body with that strange physical power which sweeps over a woman's body at the moment a star-spangled orgasm hits her raw nerve ends.
The man felt the warm gush of her cunt as she flowered open to him like a morning glory touched by the morning sun and the hot gushes of sticky orgiastic fluid flowing copiously from her womb. The fragile, ragged lips of her plundered vagina seemed to suck him powerfully as if she were trying to milk him dry, and the man realized that, he too, was at the end of his rope. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps as she felt his own hot sperm suddenly gather deep in his testicles and explode outward. The boiling cum rushed the length of his wildly ejaculating cock and burst into the depths of her womb, mixing joyously with the pungency of her shuddering body.
Then the frenzy ceased, the bed stopped rocking, and Jan's body went rubber limp, her legs spraying out obscenely as if there were no modesty left in her and she no longer cared who saw her naked body or in what state. She was what she was: a raped virgin, a lost soul.
She felt a soft warmth on her forehead and opened her eyes to look into the piggish eyes of Ben Chow.
Abruptly she turned her head away, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Pimp!" she spat at him. "Dope peddler!"
Chow nodded, withdrawing his slowly deflating penis from her ravaged, spent body. She could have saved herself, he thought. It's too darned bad.
CHAPTER TEN
"Darold O'Connors, Federal Bureau of Investigation," read the identification card flashed before the longshoreman's face.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to take a look at the cargo ready for loading," the agent said sternly below a row of bushy eyebrows meeting over the bridge of his nose. "We have reason to believe somebody's been running guns ... now if you don't mind, we'll start with that pile over there."
The longshoreman let out an annoyed groan. Inspection meant crowbarring open every crate on the pier and then nailing it shut again, a long and tedious process that often proved to be a waste of time and made for delays. He pulled down the bill of his hat to shade his eyes from the sun. "Whatever you say ... " Turning, he noticed that along the pier other suited men were inspecting crates. The creak of nailed shut boxes being pried open competed with the roar of loading equipment being backed into the pier for a respite.
* * *
"It's too bad because spunky women are very difficult to find in this world-especially with blonde hair and blue eyes-and when I find a woman who pleases me, I really dislike crating them away to China. But the girl knows too much." Ben Chow sipped at his tea as he lay back in bed beside Kim. The captive had been lain to rest in a back room and the persistent crackle and pop of firecrackers outside on the busy street was making him nervous and irritable.
"She did call you a pimp and dope peddler," echoed Kim, relieved that Chow had forgotten or forgiven her negligence at forgetting the second victim in the basement and leaving her to make a half-hearted escape. "She knows enough to send us to San Quentin for the rest of our days, that's for certain." She shook her black veiled head. "I suggest we try her out on the racks for a couple of days and keep a close watch on her. If she tries anything cute, then we ship her off. That cute little cunt of hers tastes too good to waste on a ship's crew."
"Maybe you're right," agreed Chow in one of his rare concessions. "We'll try her out on a couple of men and see if she breaks," decided Chow heavily as he unlocked the door to the room where Jan was being held prisoner. The girl was still naked except for the black lace strip of her garter belt encircling her loins like some aborted version of a chastity belt. She was cowering in one corner of the luxurious room when Chow and Kim stepped in and closed the door behind them. She glanced up sharply, realizing she was glad to see them, not because of any affection she felt for this perverted pair, but simply because it was tiresome being alone, locked in a room while the firecrackers snapped outside in a sorry reminder that yes, there was life outside this lonely cell.
Chow smiled at her lopsidedly. "I see your disposition has improved, Jan." He straightened. "Perhaps the time alone has given you a chance to sort out your thoughts."
Jan simply stared at them, uncertain as to what the correct response would be. One wrong word and this strange pair came up with bizarre responses. The girl was now badly frightened by the dangerous situation she found herself in and upset by the sexual power which the two of them seemed to be able to exercise over her inexperienced body. Then too, there was the monumental ignorance of admitting to her knowledge of the opium trade; but in the rousing aftermath of her terrible orgasm she had lost control of her senses and turned on her abductor, a sorry mistake indeed. Now she would pay.
"W-what do you want of me?" she quavered, crossing her legs instinctively and covering her nakedly upthrust breasts with her hands. The last thing she wanted was to get this paunch-bellied, yellow-jowled man turned-on again.
"We thought we might as well have our own New Year's celebration ... you know, light a few firecrackers of our own."
His humor was ill taken.
"For starters I thought we might smoke from the pipe."
"No ... I don't want to smoke any opium," she retorted disgustedly.
"Ah ha! I thought you had no idea what goes on in this walls," he said with a spark in his eyes.
Jan's heart sank. It was an exceptionally bad idea to reveal precisely how much she knew about the goings on.
"Wh-what do you want of me?"
Chow grinned, a slow evil, menacing smile which sent shivers down the girl's goose bumped spine. Kim was standing in front of her now, wearing a silk kimono richly decorated in silk embroidery, her raven hair falling about her shoulders with her forever benign smile on her beautiful, China doll face. She stepped to the front and while Jan waited for an answer that never came, the lesbian woman's blood-red fingernails began working at the knot of her robe; slowly then, she parted the packet and peeled it between her small, upthrust breasts. Then she shrugged it casually off her slender shoulders and tossed the garment onto the carpeted floor. Jan could sense that they were planning another sexual attack, once again with her recently deflowered body as the point of attraction.
"There are a few things we have to know about you before we can trust you to work for us," Chow informed her.
"I-I don't want to have any more sex with you ... please!" she begged sincerely. "Please ... "
"Is that so? I got the impression you enjoyed our little menage a trois earlier. In fact, I remember you cumming as if you were losing your mind. Didn't you cum? Or were you just pretending to keep from hurting my feelings?" he glowered.
He was mocking her cruelly and she knew it, and there was no path to take but sit there and take it. Jan drew a deep breath.
"So I did ... big deal. You made me climax so maybe I'm not as strong as I thought, but I think sex is for married people who want babies, not as a perverted toy!"
"Ah, perverted, huh? I guess I'm just a perverted old fool then, because sex is my food, my soul's food," he informed her. "If you were a man you could appreciate the pleasure I feel in seeing you two beautiful naked women close together ... rubbing your nipples together, touching each other with feminine gentility. In fact, it would do my heart good to see you in that position right now. Get down, Kim!"
The panther-bodied woman was trembling with carnal emotion as she stretched herself out on the bed next to the frightened blonde-haired captive. Jan noticed immediately that Kim's chestnut-colored nipples were distended and hard like little pebbles, and the woman's pussy was already moist, the petals of her cunt ragged with blood.
What kind of performance were they anticipating now? Should she fight or would it be better to save herself the trouble and give in immediately and get it over with? Kim arranged herself on the bed so that she was upside down next to Jan, and Chow pushed the young blonde captive down on her side so that Jan was looking directly at Kim's wetly gaping pussy lips.
"I told you when Kim was licking your pussy that it was a favor you would have to repay ... and now your dues are about to be paid," he announced, kneeling over the two of them on the bed. "I want you to sixty-nine her, Jan ... oh don't worry, you'll pick up the art of cunt licking fast enough. Lessons are cheap around here."
Her head whirling with disgust, doubt and a war of confusion, Jan felt Kim pushing her unresisting thighs apart like the halves of a warm bun, and her body jerked as the practiced lesbian tongue speared lewdly into the sensitive inner recesses of her cunt. They had been all through this once before, and Jan already knew precisely where it was going to take them.
If the earlier performance was any preview of what was yet to come, she knew the inevitable outcome. Despite the fact that it was a homosexual act, she knew she would end up losing her mind, letting her body speak for her. These people had chosen her rightly for the task, judged her as being a victim for masochism. True, something hidden far beneath the surface of her consciousness desperately needed to be tested and hurt. And they were going to exploit that weakness in her to the fullest, changing her from a high spirited moralist to a sordid sex slave who could turn on for men and women.
As Kim's hungry tongue tantalized her throbbing vaginal flesh, Jan looked at the moistly dilated pussy only a few inches from her nose. The scent from Kim's body was warm and perfumed, rather like incense, and the lips of her vagina were swollen and trembling with sexual need. Watching the curvy outlines of that darkly inviting pussy slit and knowing that Chow would make her go through with it whether she wanted to or not, the girl bent slightly forward and tentatively ran her lips over the tiny pink button of Kim's clitoris and tasted the honeyed sweetness of the older woman's cunt.
"Ahhhh!" she heard the sigh from down between her legs as Kim paused long enough to express her gratitude for that obscene, flickering caress.
"We've waited long enough, Jan," snapped Chow. "I want to see you make Kim cum, and if you can't I'm going to screw you in the ass, understand?"
The threat was in the air! Once before he had threatened to assault her virginal anus, and there was a tinge in the tone of his rusty voice that convinced her he was sincere. Certainly the man was capable of such a travesty, and Jan remembered how the man had sodomized the poor whore until she was out of her mind with lust. Jan hesitated no longer. If avoiding an invasion of her rectum meant performing oral sex with another woman, the choice was a simple one.
And, too, the other woman's wetly glistening cunt was beginning to fascinate her. She had never seen someone else's up close before and Jan pushed her fingers exploringly into the rich dark pubic curls, caressing Kim's throbbing, oversized clitoris. It felt warm and soft and she could hear the Chinese woman sigh with happiness every time she touched it. Getting her valor up, she pushed Kim's satiny thighs apart and pushed her blonde head in between her outstretched legs, running her tongue lewdly over the quivering pinkness of the throbbing vaginal lips. Then she clamped her rosebud lips firmly around the sexually sensitive tip of the oily nub and began to suck, tasting the succulent secret flesh of another woman for the first time.
The taste was not as slimy and sticky as she would have thought. Kim was furiously tongue lashing her own dilated pussy, and the orgiastic scent emanating from the lesbian's body seemed to drive her up into the skies of carnal delight. She knew in some sane portion of her mind that they were getting through to her once again, and that this surrender would make it that much harder for her to resist them in the future. And what difference did it make, anyway? If they ordered her to eat cunt, she would succumb to that to avoid the agonies of anal sodomy!
With that in mind, Jan threw herself into the oral perversion, almost reveling in the wickedness and obscenity of what she was doing. Inching forward, she slid her long flickering digit deeper into Kim's naked pussy, feeling the delicately trembling walls of the woman's cuntal hole quivering with unnatural excitement. The taste was pungent but not unpleasant, and she began to suck and lick with all the power she could summon up, driving her tongue repeatedly into the lesbian's clasping cuntal hole and simultaneously brushing her lower lip over the pulsating organ of her clitoris.
From Chow's point of view, the two women were two sex hungry bitches starved for cunt juice, and the man felt his penis beginning to protest its confinement. The opium dealer was growing bored by what those sex technique books called 'foreplay' which was why Kim was such a useful companion. She did the dull work of getting the girls helplessly and hopelessly aroused while he sat back and excited himself voyeuristically. When the moment seemed ripe, he would move in with his eagerly pulsing penis and finish off the job. Jan would be ready any minute now, and Chow marveled at the hot streak which could be brought so quickly to the surface of the young blonde captive. And of course Kim was ready to go at the snap of a finger. The two of them were eating each other as if they were born Siamese twins.
Kim was starting to quiver all over, and Chow knew from vast experience that this meant orgasm was near. Kim could cum faster and harder than any man he had ever seen. Sometimes Chow had to envy her that capacity. Everything turned her on from men to women to little boys and pre-puberty girls, and of course there was the supply of dildoes handy if those vices failed. The woman was a walking orgasm looking for something to make her cum, and the man smiled with joy as he watched his accomplice's long slender body suddenly go rigid in the spasms of orgasm.
"AH ... "she murmured in her moment of ecstasy. That blissful cry made Chow feel his iron hard cock throbbing with avid desire, and he suddenly remembered his threat should Jan fail to move Kim to orgasm. Her smooth tempting buttocks were waving right in front of his face and he felt overcome by the lecherous desire to go ahead and take her there in the rectum. It was only a matter of time before that happened anyway. Why should he hold back? She was his prisoner, and no one knew where she was. He could do what he liked with her defenseless body and this was something he liked very, very much.
The two women were still tongue-fucking each other like a pair of maniacs, but Chow levered himself up next to Jan's body and unzipped his slacks to free his restlessly pulsing penis. The scarlet tip of his glands had burgeoned into an awesome, mushroomed size, and he rammed it quickly between Jan's soft warm buttocks, wanting to catch her off guard before she had a chance to offer any serious resistance. It was going to be tough enough fighting his way into that tight little asshole without having to wrestle with her at the same time. Chow knew that the girl feared anal impalement above all else, and he anticipated a struggle.
Jan was trembling on the brink of a mind-shattering lesbian orgasm when she felt Chow's warmly pulsating hardness slide lecherously between her ass cheeks. The potential orgasm passed like a summer cloud as fear struck its icy hand into her naked body. He was going to sodomize her anyway! The bastard! He had told her to make Kim orgasm, and she had done it because the woman was still writhing and groaning her way through a shattering orgasm. And now the dirty Chinaman was going to double-cross her. Oh, but she would fight him!
Jan whirled on the bed, flailing out with her elbows and striking Chow as hard as she could in the side of his neck. She had no illusions about her ability to fight her way out of this terrible situation with pure brute force, but her only hope with was to struggle so violently that the man would decide it was worth more trouble than pleasure and give up his hell-bent desire to take her in the rectum!
"Nooo!" she screamed hysterically, raking her fingernails over his hairless chest and leaving red trails of blood.
"Kim! Get her!" ordered Chow, thrown temporarily off-balance by the unexpected fury of Jan's erratic scrappling.
Kim, confused by the outburst as she was in the midst of experiencing one of the sweetest orgasms she could remember having, let the order pass unheard. Chow, snarling, lunged at the outraged girl, knocking her over the side of the bed and onto the floor. He thought he had her pinned there, but Jan reacted with the brute jungle instinct of a cornered animal, lashing out with one foot against the desire-tautened sac of his balls.
"Aaaahhhh!!!" Chow screamed in real agony as the ball of her foot slammed into his naked genitals, doubling him over immediately with pain. This kind of outburst was the last thing he'd expected from the girl, but he had not made his way to the top of the opium dealing trade by being compassionate and soft hearted. With a groan of rage, he ricocheted off the wall and intercepted Jan as she sprinted nakedly for the door, slamming her cruelly to the floor with one powerful motion of his arm.
"Bitch! Cunt!" he said distinctly as the girl writhed on the floor by this point so far out of her mind that she was willing to fight and claw to the death to avoid being anally attacked. "Kim! Get her out on the racks! Let the men have her! We're going to teach the little bitch a lesson she'll never forget!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Hey, O'Connors ... you better get your ass over here!"
Heavy footsteps clomped on the wooden pier until they came to rest at the side of a wrenched open crate. He squinted against the sun down into the padded wooden box at the sleek white nakedness of a woman cramped up in prenatal position with a cloth wrapped around her gorgeous, distorted features. She did not stir, though a slow exhalation of breath indicated life.
O'Connors stripped off his suit coat. "Get the ambulance, you idiot!" His firm fingers went to work loosening the gag on Joanne Carlson's mouth. Protectively, he tucked his suit coat over the lush bumps and curves of her naked young body, but not before the tempting tickle in his loins gave birth to a knotting stir in the pit of his gut.
The blonde head moved, imperceptibly at first, and then he gazed down to see two blue eyes blink against the piercing sunlight. "You're going to be okay," he assured, sucking in his breath from too much sweet exposure to that silken length of alabaster thigh. "But we've got a few questions to ask you first ... "
"Huh?" And Joanne fell back into her drug-induced slumber.
* * *
"Oh God ... oh, dear God! What were they going to do to her now? Desperately, Jan tried to struggle to keep her wits against the powerful fear, aware as she was of being escorted between her two abductors.
"You asked for it, you little cunt!" hissed Ben Chow in her ear, dragging her reluctant body along with a powerful force that surprised her. Alongside Kim's agile strength was at work clasping onto Jan's body until the blood refused to flow. Chow's big hand was thrust between her naked buttocks and thighs, his thick finger thrust upward into her moist and dilated vaginal passage, the obscene act causing luridly weird sensations to race through her loins and belly with every step she took; while the raven haired lesbian was clutching and squeezing with a free hand one of her breasts, twisting and pinching its tiny hard nipple to add to her torture.
"Oh ... oh, please let me go!" she whimpered out as Chow began to swirl his thick finger inside her hole; then they were stopping before the glass beaded curtain and Kim was pushing the strands aside.
Again, Jan was hardly prepared for what she saw beyond in the smoke tendriled room. But the maze of naked bodies in the soft light engaged in every form of obscene coupling and act only faintly registered as she was tossed into the center of the room and forced down on the carpet.
On this holiday several Chinese were celebrating the New Years in their own special way, and it wasn't in the family kitchen gobbling up Chinese goodies. What they were eating was far from a dining table spread as they lounged on the racks indulging in smoke and the favors of naked Chinese girls whose paid-for-favors were willingly offered in a twisted maze of lithe-bodied arms and legs wrapped in impossible positions.
Down on her belly on the rug, Jan wearily lifted her head, the heady scent of opium smoke wafting up her nostrils to give her that lightheaded, dizzy feeling that once before had cost her-her freedom. Two wide blue eyes raked over the room to see a man lying his back completely stripped, stretched out on a rack, a girl with great breasts squatting up over his, his hardened penis being sucked up into her vagina. Another girl with long black hair was sitting on the rack her back propped up against the wall while a skinny man with a frazzled goatee was on his knobbing knees between her widespread thighs, licking her pussy.
Ben Chow was gazing about the room anxiously, the veins in his neck pumping adrenalin-powered blood to bloat his recently kicked groin. The little bitch was going to get it now ... both ends burning.
"You!" Jan nebulously heard him bellow out as she looked up at him from where she lay dazed on the floor, her lithe body shivering with the fear of her fate. Damn, but it had been stupid thinking she could escape this man. Now she would have a roomful of Ben Chows to fight off! An impossible feat, she thought resignedly. Then her breath caught in her lungs as she watched Chow approach a male customer and grab him by the arm.
"Fuck her!" he snarled. "Give the bitch a lungful to quiet her down and then fuck her ass off, you hear?"
The man's eyes danced with lechery as his beady black pupils fell on the blonde haired lovely stretched out on her knees on the carpet. In the next instant somebody was shoving the smooth plastic stem of a pipe into her mouth and the dimpled knee pinning her to the floor from pressure exerted on the small of her back suggested it was Kim's hand that held the stem in her mouth.
She tried to wrench her head away but hands-insistent hands-held her prisoner and it was either not breathe at all or inhale some of the sweet tasting smoke. As she coughed and sputtered she felt the incipient affects of the drug dulling her mind, making splatters of light to play before her eyes. Then she fell limply down onto the carpet, all fight having been sponged from her body. When she looked up, it was to see two cocks jutting out salaciously from hairy loins, heavy balls visible to her from her position swaying heavily. After the near orgasm she'd experienced from Kim's liquid tongue and the effects of the opium, her body had gelled into a mass of goose bumped flesh ... and it wasn't Jan who extended her hand to touch the nearest bloated sac.
Ben Chow gave a start when her fingers tenderly touched his bloated balls, and lewdly he grabbed hold of his long, thick girth to stroke it. She had never felt like this before ... all sensation. Truly, her body had taken control of her senses. Fear, resistance and the gut knotting desire to escape these torrid souls grasp had gone up in smoke. The tickle of the carpet under her belly was like the touch of a gentle man's hand and she reveled in it, letting her touch rest on the thick pile, her nostrils flaring to take in more of the wafting smoke tendriling the air in blue curls of lassitude and acceptance. Her hand on the soft sac toyed languidly and it did not register in her mind when she heard Ben Chow's growl: "Go ahead, Sid ... hurt the bitch ... "
"I give some of favorite sport," came the chuckling reply under the bib of a bobbing goatee. He eyed the captive with special relish. Sid had been responsible for finding the girl in the hallway trying to escape. It was only fair he be given the honor of fucking her in the ass, his favorite sport.
Their words all sounded like a jumbled mass of gobbledygook to Jan who had reached down between her thighs to slip a finger through the silken blondish hair and separate her moist cunt-lips, while she continued to finger the thin man's hairy balls. If only she could think straight ... !
"Down ... on your belly," Sid ordered Jan who finally responded once the command was imprinted in her drugged mind, and the slender bellied man knelt between her provocatively scissored legs, staring lasciviously at the warm, satiny body beneath him.
He slid his bony hand along the inner side of her smooth thigh to the moistened lips and then pink slit of her tight young cunt, tracing the hair-lined separation with a forefinger upward between the creamy cheeks of her firm, white buttocks, watching the rounded soft moons arch and fall in growing excitement to his touch.
Sid felt the desire in his loins glowly hotly as he thought about what he was about to do to this blonde-haired honey. Working as watchman for Chow had its compensations and this anal rape about to occur was about the best thing that had come his way in a long while. Shit, the other girls were so consumed and stretched out from being fucked in every orifice of their bodies that even their assholes weren't tight enough to get him off.
Jan swallowed at the dryness of her throat. Her subservient prostrate position and vaguely knowing that she was still a captive who whatever vile whim that might titillate her tormentor's warped lust, caused her heavily drugged brain to whirl in a growing kaleidoscope of sensual sensation. She had no idea what this skinny Fu Manchu was about to do to her ... or make her do to him ... she was only aware of lack of control over the sensations swirling in her belly. She sensed him up over her back, hovering there like a bird of prey, and she squirmed beneath his light weight to the excitement of his searching hands, little tongues of fire building in her belly, stoking her dormant desire from the obscene teasing of his probing fingers.
She lay her face against the soft pile of the rug and groaned into it, partially muffling the licentious, throaty grunts emanating from between her clenched teeth. Oh God ... his hands ... bony and cold as they were, were driving her mad! Her lush, rounded buttocks hollowed and writhed beneath his birdlike caresses, a sudden urgency of tremors rippling erotically over her youthful flesh.
She heard his rammish laugh and tried to picture his face, but couldn't. Oh God, why didn't he just do it? Fuck her and get it over with? Somewhere in the back of her mind, she couldn't resist the pleasurable thought of his cock slipping into her ...
"Ohhhh ... " she moaned aloud as she felt his bony finger slide up inside her moist, tingling vagina and she squirmed down onto it. Yes ... do it and get it over with.
Ben Chow standing by listened gloatingly to her whine down into the softness of the carpet, her voice unnatural, thick with desire. Leave it to opium to loosen up a woman's inhibitions, he thought, proud of Kim's selection. Maybe if he'd shoved the pipe in her mouth back there his groin wouldn't feel as if a ton of bricks had fallen on it. Boy, the bitch was a fighter!
"Ahhh ... " Jan whimpered again, twisting her lust-contorted face until she could see the effect his teasing hands were having on her, and then it occurred to the wily man that the Caucasian had no idea of what he intended to do to her, nor the mental capacity or physical power to fight him in her drugged state. She was at his mercy, the thought sending a wave of sadism charging through his bony body. It had been a long time since he'd had a white woman, and by God, he was going to enjoy this ravishment! It pleased him that Chow and Kim were finally wising up to the fact that Chinese were more turned on by white women than those of their own yellow skin. Hell, the way the Chinese populated this town, they'd be taking over the world someday anyway.
Jan, her bottom churning incessantly between his hands while Kim and Chow gathered around to watch her performance, made no effort to fight the sensations. The skinny man could probably barely manage to fuck her anyway ... and a trickle of irritation built in her body at the thought that he was going to tease her. Still, his middle finger continued to surge forcefully into her vagina and she froze momentarily, catching her breath when the sensations it caused finished skyrocketing through her.
"Oooohhhh ... please ... " she bleated back at him, trying to twist her neck so that she could watch his maddening hands working back there between her widespread legs.
"I do it in time," he taunted, grinning down at her lust-contorted baby face as she gaped helplessly and glassy-eyed at the continual growing of his throbbing cock.
"Ohhhh ... just get it over with," she moaned, the words tumbling lewdly from her mouth. She had had about enough of these people's tauntings and sadisms.
Sid's Manchu goatee began to bob as he laughed gleefully as he looked up at the salaciously twisted face of Ben Chow who stood watching enviously while he stroked his own rock hard cock.
"Get with it before I do it myself!" boomed Chow, feeling at last the punch of Jan's heel in his tender spots beginning to subside and leaving him with an enormous hard-on.
Sid sensed the anger in his boss' tone and went to work on the blonde-haired captive. He stared evilly down at her helplessly trembling back, a thin line of sweat forming on his lip. "Get your ass up," he hissed in her ear.
Jan realized the order and reacted without hesitation, arching her buttocks higher, feeling his hands on her hips to guide her up to her knees, manipulating her to his own satisfaction until she was entirely raised before him, high and spread open. She felt the rubbery weakness in her drug-dazed mind and wished he would hurry and get this over with.
He moved in behind her, spreading her thighs wider with his bony knees, the pulsating cock heavy for a man his size, pointing toward the tiny pinkish ring of her anus so lusciously displayed to him between the full rounded spheres of her voluptuous young ass. Abruptly, he inched backwards once more, then leaned forward, probing his saliva dampened tongue upward from the moist, hair-fringed lips of her cunt, along the smooth crevice of her puckered rectum where he tried to penetrate with his tongue. The sphincter was too snug, too tight, and instead he contented himself with licking it well.
Sid raised up, sliding in close to her, taunting her cunt with violently pulsing head of his peeled cock until her loud whimpers from the insinuated tip between her wide splayed cuntal lips and the teasing her clitoris increased their nakedly watching audience.
Wanting to get the torture over as soon as possible, Jan began to grind and force her upraised buttocks back against his bony loins, her moist, young pussy searching desperately for the length of his cock; but as she whimpered and moaned, Sid raised the heavy shaft of his hard yellow flesh until its unseeing eye leveled with her hairless, puckered little anus glistening beneath the film of moisture coating her genital area. He might have better prepared it by stretching it with his finger, but what the hell! White women were known masochists.
Anyway, he doubted that in her drugged condition this woman would realize that he was penetrating her asshole at first try. And then she must have sensed its thick bluntness prodding and working against her tightly clenched anus. He chuckled lewdly to himself, waiting to hear her first scream. Grinning sadistically, the watchman wormed the tip of his cock into the snugly resisting little mouth. He could feel the foreskin being stretched back against his cockshaft painfully, and gave a quick thrusting stab until he could feel it slowly wedging its way into her desperately cringing rectum, until he had popped up inside beyond the elastic barrier of her futilely clutching ring of her sphincter muscle!
It was a full ten seconds of shattering, unexpected pain before Jan realized what was happening ... that his thick cock was grinding its way up into her tiny naked anal hole brutally ... whipping the breath right out of her lungs until she choked on the scream that raised in her throat ... her brain reeling with sudden panic. It felt as if a tree trunk was trying to burst into her body through her virginal back passage. She tried to pull away, but he held her with his claw-like hands while the agonizing penetration continued in a red mist of pain.
"Aaaaauuuggghhhh! Dear God! Nnnnooo ... stop! It hurts!" she cried out, her voice muffled into the thick carpet, her head flailing from side to side in a spray of blonde curls.
Above her Ben Chow leered. Of course it hurt, the stupid little cunt. She didn't really think she could kick him in the balls and get off free. And the old watchman was hammering it to her, holding her in a bear-hug.
"Oh God ... please ... I beg you ... anything ... it's too big!"
The nakedly kneeling young captive screamed back at him through gnashing teeth, while the perverted twosome looked on in fascination at the sadistically obscene spectacle of Sid's long cock worming its way deeper into the slavishly stretched back hole, carnally intoxicated by the knowledge that this girl was getting her just desserts. His thighs were thrusting hers forward, his clenching, bird-like hands slipping her lushly spread young buttocks like an undersized boot back onto his viciously impaling prick!
Jan felt as if she might die from the paralyzing pain shooting up her rectum. That such agony existed was a new realization in her dimmed consciousness.
"Shove back, bitch!" Ben Chow spat down mercilessly at her nakedly bending back. "Shove your ass back before I slap the hell out of you!"
Jan was beyond rational thought in her agony, but somehow she knew that to disobey would only mean more pain. Every way was pain, pain, pain! Yet she did it ... she pushed back, opening her asshole that final measure out of abject fear. Again, she visualized the horror of his tube being thrust into her tiny anus, stretching her buttocks wider apart until she knew she would split right open. But then, feeling a buttock-flattening pressure back there, she knew it was done ... his cruel, thick and brutal cock tunneled up into her wide stretched little rectum, solid and extremely painful ... but finally better, for there was no more of that yellow tube to take.
She chanted a helpless litany of pleadings: "Ohhhh ... noooo ... ohhhh ... noooo," feeling his throbbing cock rammed to the hilt in her rectum, and not daring to move less the excruciating torment tear her wide open inside. Oh God, she couldn't conceive of the animal attack he was subjecting her to. He was sodomizing her! Again she gasped, but this time for breath as momentarily he remained immobile, the brief respite allowing her stretched channel to adjust to the perverted invader ... this rigid and ever growing length of scouring hard flesh that packed her full! Oh God, she had sorely underestimated this man's power!
She could hear him croon with delight behind her, felt his hot breath bathing her back in goosebumping blasts; he was gasping as he began to fuck rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft buttery confines of her anus.
Sid, feeling warm, soft flesh of female flattened buttocks pressing tightly back against his bony groin, couldn't help but let the breath hiss from his lungs. He thrust forward into the tightly puckered, obscenely stretched little mouth, simultaneously sliding his hand down underneath and between her thighs to her opened cuntal slit. He could feel the moisture from the smooth, fleshy lips seeping out to cover the softness of her pubic fleece brushing teasingly against his semen-filled balls as they swung loosely down between her legs. His beady black eyes locked on his cock vanishing into the tight opening there between the twin mounds of her helplessly quivering buttocks. He grunted again and drew it out slightly, watching with sadistic fascination the tender pink flesh pulling out with it and then disappearing back inside with his inwardly jerking thrust. His breath hissed from his lungs, until with one all mighty lunge, he plunged into her ass in a slow tempoed cadence, in and out, in and out, deep up into the hot clasping hole of her rectum!
Jan dug her nails into her palms, bit at her lower lip until she drew blood and was dazedly surprised when the pain began to lessen, a thread of arousal seeming to weave its way back through her tortured young captive body ... although it was still a mixture of hurtful paroxysm blended with weird stimulation. She felt damp between her buttocks and horribly degraded, aware of Chow and Kim surrounding her, leering down and growing aroused at the torture she was experiencing.
Oh ... if only she could think straight, but every attempt at rational thought was shattered by a skin-splitting thrust that jolted her forward ... until abruptly she realized that her body was voluntarily shoving back against his every ramming plunge ... thrusting back onto his fleshy cock meting out punishment ... aware of a strangely sparkling masochistic pleasure rapidly growing within her. The pain had become almost insanely erotic in her opiated mind and she was heaving backwards to meet the forward charge of his hammering loins ... undulating her hips and moving her buttocks in tiny lewd circles.
The room was vibrant with the sound of naked flesh smacking against naked flesh, the air thick with opiated smoke. Kneeling above and behind Jan's lush white body, Sid watched the reddish inflamed skin of the young blonde captive's lasciviously stretched anus draw back and partially out with his cock, clutching it as if the tightly sucking channel didn't want to lose its possessive hold. At first the pressure on his penis had been almost unbearable, but now it was just tight and exhilarating, the type of squeezing delight that promised to draw the cum right out of his balls with the ferocity of a fireman's hose cooling flames.
Out of the corner of his beady eyes he saw Ben kneeling down in front of her flailing head and holding to his thick heavy cock, and obscene grin twisting his jowled face. Sid returned the lewd grin; he knew when to take and when to share when it came to dealing with Chow. Now was a time to share.
He watched as Chow reached down and caught Jan by the blonde hair, jerking her head erect, her blue eyes popping open wide in shock. "Come on, cunt, let's show Bennie how good you are at eating cock. Just think of it as a penance for kicking me in the balls."
Jan heard the wave of laughter coming from Kim who stood nakedly by, fingering her pussy and glaring down at the white nakedness of the captive. Her blue orbs leveled on the heavy, too familiar penis thrust forward at her face and only inches from her lips. She knew what he expected her to do for him.
"Eat it, bitch," he growled, opening her mouth with his thumbs and shoving his pungent tasting penis in between her pearly teeth.
Oddly enough, it didn't frighten her as it might have once, nor did the meaning of his words and what he expected her to do; the erotic sensations that the charging cock in her back passage was bringing, along with the opiated acceptance of being drugged, caused a maddening sensation to spring her into life.
Slowly, her blue eyes glazed over smokily and her small hand moved forward to encircle his husky, spearing rod of yellow flesh, and she felt him writhe and heard him groan to her touch as she pressed back the foreskin from the glistening head, exposing its pulsating glands tip. Then, a slight, idiot-like smile curling her lips, she manipulated the thick skin back and forth, fascinated by the hot feel of it in her dwarfed hand.
If they were going to ravish her, it might as well be complete, she thought dazedly, and moved her face forward as if magnetized by the phallic wonder, until her lips were locked around it. She heard Chow grunt while Sid fucked furiously into her greedily clenching rectum from behind, spurning her on to suck in her breath and flick out her tongue, bringing it into warm wet contact with the soft, rubbery tip. She swirled her tongue around it in moist, experimental slowness, while the big man twisted and jerked to her taunting, until her tongue tip finally found the little split at its end and wiggled teasingly into it!
The reminiscent taste of male lubricants oozing from the tip brought back the sweet memory of Paul's earlier ravishment of her mouth, and she realized now for the first time that she had barely even thought of Paul since this horrible nightmare started. Now her nostrils flared while her hand smoothed back over the rock hard shaft of flesh to its velvety base, then downward to his bloated testicles. Moaning slightly at its hardness, she drew her nails gently beneath them as she had those slapping down into the moist, open slit of her cunt, finally weighing them in the small palm of her soft, warm hand. With her other hand, she again pressed the heavy foreskin back, exposing the bulbous head in its sleek nakedness. She moved her face forward, her moistly parting lips teasingly slipping over and fully encompassing the smooth, spongy head, letting it glide along the saliva warmed length of her tongue as her damp mouth sucked in and gobbled it up.
Ben Chow couldn't believe how this blonde honey was going for his penis. He grunted lustfully above her head that was moving back and forth on his cock, instigating a pelvic counter motion of his own, sliding his thick, bloated revenge-hardened cock in and out of her angelic mouth with a loud, moist sucking sound, guided by his hand entangled in her blonde bob of hair. He watched with delight the puffing and contracting of her dimpled cheeks as she worked slavishly on the end of his cock, while her whole supple, satiny body quivered from the powerful jolts of Sid's ramming cock smashing into her tender, unplundered rectum from behind, his rising sperm near-overwhelming him as he began to shove his throbbing penis forward between her now receptively sucking lips with a vengeance, his evil, slant-eyed grin widening with every hammering thrust into her eagerly ovaled mouth.
The opium seemed to have deadened Jan to pain, for the thrill of having a man's cock fucking her in the mouth did not bare the horrible humiliation and pain that Paul's oral rape had inflicted upon her. She was sucking on that hot, pungent-tasting knob and liking it. Jan's brain reeled in drugged, glazed rapture and her body was alive with sensual bliss, even though she hardly felt human ... more of a mass of sweating, lust-deranged, goose bumped flesh trapped between two yellow-bodied cocks. She reveled in the evilly, lewd debasement of being sodomized this first time in her life, while she sucked on a man's cock.
Jan ground her trembling buttocks greedily now back against Sid's bony pelvis and felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the open crevice between the cheeks of her bottom, sensing the dribbling of it down the backs of her smooth thighs. The mounting pressure, a full, compact feeling in her belly, signaled that something was about to happen down there inside her beautiful empty belly.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"I ... I can't remember," cried Joanne Carlson, wrapped up in the ambulance blanket and lying on the cot in the back of the speeding ambulance. Except for a throbbing ache in her head and the cramp of muscles too long contracted, she suffered no real agony. Except the mental ones, of course. It is difficult to consciously maintain self-respect when one has been ravished by a lesbian and enjoyed the pleasures of illicit lovemaking.
"Try ... you have to try to remember where it happened," encouraged Darold O'Connors, trying to contain the excitement of having discovered this naked young woman packed in a padded crate and headed for the seas. This break-through would have to be a boon to his career with the FBI. If he could find her abductors ... what a fillip to his career!
"Th-they were Ch-Chinese," the young woman managed and as she turned her head to look him blankly in the eye, Darold noticed the red welts at the corners of her bruised mouth. "I-I was with m-my husband and ... and s-somebody took me away to a ... a basement ... and another girl was there ... "
"Another woman?" Darold squinted, rubbing his chin. "You have to remember where this was. Do you remember the cross street?"
Then it struck him and he felt like an imbecile. Of course someone must have placed a missing person report. He chided himself for his stupidity.
* * *
Sid, the watchman, stared at the tawny, vicious pole disappearing into the young captive's smoothly gyrating ass with every hammering lunge. It submerged until not a fraction of that bloated hunk was left unabsorbed, straining wildly in the snug, tight, resistant but buttery hole, its spongy, knobbed head probing deep into her soft belly.
His bullish balls throbbed and his cock cavorted as if it were ready to burst each time he hammered into her, while she moaned around Chow's heavy cock fucking into her tender mouth. She hollowed her cheeks and ground her ass in wild circles. Christ, he couldn't last much longer at this speed!
As for Jan, she was totally lost in the heat of her rising lust ... lost to any sense of her sordid surroundings, conscious only of the brutal thrusts pounding from behind into the remotest parts of her no-longer virginal rectum, and the naked loins crushing up tighter and tighter into her passion-contorted face. She sensed the cock that was poling stiffly into her mouth and throat tensing in forceful trembling spasms, and the hand behind her head gripping harder. His hairy pelvis closed in on her until she was certain he was trying to drive his cock all the way down her throat to meet the one hammering up into her tender bowels, and that thought made the British lovely want to scream with sheer, lecherous delight. Lord, but she had never felt so free, so uninhibited and unafraid of pleasure. She was giving and receiving at once.
And she wanted it to explode in her mouth ... wanted to swallow his cum and feel it dribble down her throat ... then, sensing it swelling convulsively in her mouth, she sucked as hard as she could, scraping her teeth along the trunk-like base of it until they ran over the bump of the corona and nibbled at the cyclopic eye, oozing with pungency.
"Oh Christ," blurted Chow. "Suck you whore ... suck you white assed slut! I'm cumming!"
He swore and it burst like a ruptured water vein, while his cock gushed forth, hot jetting streams of the pungent liquid hosed far back in her throat, her young cheeks ballooning and contracting as she swallowed in quick, hungry gulps, fastening her lips around the jerking organ, not wanting to lose the tiniest drop of his sperm. Yet, in spite of her tightly locked lips, she felt thin rivulets oozing from the corners of her mouth as the paunch-bellied man seemed to collapse before her, his shrinking penis slithering lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth.
From behind she was painfully aware of the violently increasing assault on her wide-split rectum and the near-orgasmic sensations screaming up inside her belly and loins in need of a gushing orgasm to relieve the pressure. She undulated her smooth young ass against the driving cock, small pleading mewls of passion emitting from her throat. She was very close ... almost there ... oh God, she had to climb over the brink to orgasm or her body would explode from the pressure!
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she chanted, her hips forcing themselves back as the plunging fleshy rod hammered insanely into her obscenely stretched back passage, and she knew that the bony man ramming his cock into her rectum to the hilt was ready to come too. She could hear the air hissing from his lungs as she gasped and panted, faster and faster, as he forced her thighs so wide apart with his knees that she was almost flat on the rug. The pain didn't matter now ... nothing mattered now but that she cum ... cum, cum. In a minute she would be there ... Soon! Soon! And then she heard the watchman blurt something in a language she didn't understand and felt his loins jerk convulsively against the flatness of her upraised buttocks! He was cumming! No ... it was too soon! He couldn't cum yet and leave her hanging!
"Noooo! Wait! Please ... ?" Jan whimpered as his load of hot, swirling sperm gushed deeply up into her straining bowels and she ground her ass cheeks tightly back against his pelvis to stop the flow, but her very action defeated her desperate purpose. The nibbling clasp of her spasming hot rectum milked it dry and the last drop of his scalding cum splashed deep up inside her rectum and belly ... until he, too, fell away from her, his limp organ slipping uselessly from her forever stretched anus.
Helplessly, Jan groveled on the carpet, still grinding her pelvis into the thick carpet and delighting in the ticklish friction of the wool pile scraping across the swollen bud of her oily clitoris. "Please ... somebody fuck me!" she mewled and from the high-pitched tone of her voice, no one had reason to believe that the blonde haired captive was joking ...
Especially Kim who stood by glowering at the sight of the naked white buttocks squirming like a tortured bug. Well, she had just the trick to solve the dilemma, she thought, reaching under the rack for a black box that contained the sex aids.
White slave trade ... opium den and forced whoredom. What a hell of a case to break. Darold O'Connors could not help but feel a bit proud of himself as he dropped a dime into the hospital emergency pay phone and dialed headquarters.
The victim of rape was lying quite comfortably on the gurney, the white sheet pulled up to her trembling chin while in bits and snatches she had relayed the incredible story of her Chinatown nightmare.
Now to activate the Chief of Police's interest and they were ready for a bust.
Wouldn't even require a search warrant with the evidence stacked up against Ben Chow. Darold scratched his head, feeling a feather sprouting in his cap.
* * *
"Oh, help me ... I need it!" The words spilled out of Jan's cum-encrusted lips without the faintest sense of indecency or inhibition. Her body was ablaze. It felt as if her entire being was being tickled by a feather.
And then she lurched, feeling someone at the back of her. Craning her neck apprehensively, she stared into the black liquid eyes of Kim Moon who was humping her back like a dog riding a bitch in heat. She had mounted the widespread moons of Jan's helplessly trembling soft white buttocks, her arms wrapped around her waist, riding her back, while in her hand she held the black phallic tube of a vibrating dildo.
From where Chow lay, he could see the black tip, pointed like that of his own organ, slipping between the sleek thighs of their captive and aiming toward the target of Jan's swollen, ragged cuntal lips. Then it buzzed on by the flick of a switch and the tapered point jerked and danced in the hot, damp slit of Jan's cunt as the lesbian quivered and lurched forward, trying to bury the plastic surrogate penis into the girl's hungrily waiting body.
By God, now wasn't that something? he thought. Leave it to Kim!
Sobbing in the inferno of her desire, Jan looked back, willingly shifting her quaking round ass cheeks in a desperate attempt to capture the elusive black penis, the feral tension within her driving her to the mind-shattering point. Oh God, she needed to have that thing rammed up inside her! She had to have its buzzing length digging into the tender flesh of her vagina, scouring her velvety walls before she went mad with need.
But Kim was teasing her unmercifully, guiding the black vibrator about the bud of her clitoris and then stroking it lengthwise over the hairy slit of her cunt, never allowing the tip to plunge into the heated depths of her seeping pussy. With a grunt, Jan reached back and grasped the shaft of the vibrator guiding it to the sucking mouth of her desire-inflamed cunt. With a joyful groan, Kim thrust and rammed and thrust again, spreading the dilating channel open wider as she buried the long, black plastic prick into the hilt. Jan's hotly quivering belly was crammed with the vibrating, ticklish length.
"Oh ... oh my God!" she blurted, her eyes wide and glazed as the thing fucked into her from behind while she stared glassy eyed at Chow glaring down at her. "Ohhh ... ohhhh!" she grunted in heavenly relief, and began to move backwards rhythmically to meet the rapid, powerful strokes plunging deep into her cum-hungry pussy. Kim's satiny nudity clung to Jan's naked back, the tips of her berry nipples stroking against Jan's backbone with each lunge.
"Christ," Chow was exclaiming. "I've never seen two women riding each other like a coupla bitch dogs. Look at the way blondie takes it ... every fucking inch of that black cock!"
"Yeah," Sid grunted lustfully, the obscene spectacle rejuvenating his own heavy penis once more, and he reached down to massage it in one hand while his mind began to devise new tortures he would put her through after she'd had enough of the vibrator.
Jan hung suspended on an imaginary plane of unbelievable bliss. At first, the vicious lesbian invasion had caused stomach knotting pain with the unexpected piercing agony of the plastic girth tickling and gouging at her insides, pressing the velvety, resisting flesh of her tight cuntal hole before it. But in seconds the pain had subsided to be replaced by a need to have it deeper and harder, wanting it to thunder up inside the warm constricting depths of her womanhood.
Now, Jan could feel the warmth of Kim's loins pressing against her ass cheeks, feel the scraping of her pussy hair against the tenderness of her inner thighs. When she made a sideways movement, she could hear the groans of appreciation hissing from Kim's lungs as the bud of her oily clitoris polished itself in masturbatory strokes against Jan's buttocks.
Then Jan jumped-for joy! Kim's hand had snaked around and her middle finger was searching for the magic button of her swollen, bloated clitoris, teasing it torturously, masturbating it to the size of a ripe cherry. She was beautifully impaled to the hilt on the buzzing hardness and reveling masochistically in the lesbian possession of her devouring cunt.
God, Jan had never been so fully fucked! She never wanted this heavenly bubble to burst. She breathed a deep moan from her lust-pretzeled mouth and began to move in tempo backwards to meet Kim's panting thrusts. The Chinese woman's arms clung to her rounded white hips like strong octopus tentacles, and she ground and undulated her body, rotating her buttocks in concentric circles, abandoning herself to the ecstasy of lesbian love while the opium-drugged men stood around gawking at this unnatural and erotic scene. The contrast of golden skin against alabaster, black hair fanning about a head of bubbled blonde curls, added a fillip of excitation to the scene.
Jan herself wished she could see it all ... see this woman riding her back while the shaft disappeared wetly up inside her pussy, but she had to content herself with images. The mere thought of that lithe female body clinging needfully to hers sent a licentious thrill souring through her maddeningly aroused body. In the mirror of her mind she-saw her full, taut breasts dancing and swaying beneath her writhing, perspiring form, moving to the delightful, raping surrogate cock that buzzed inside her cuntal hole like a routing animal. She visualized it plowing deeper, deeper into the stretched mouth of her clasping cunt from behind, a relentless hunk of shimmering, cuntal-juice slickened plastic.
She reveled in the masochism and ground her buttocks back against the sleek naked body. Never ... never had she imagined sex could be so rapturous!
To the side Ben Chow watched the expression of pure female lust on Jan's face as she. flung her blonde head from side to side under the fulfilling lesbian fucking she was getting. God, how he wished it was his own cock bringing the bitch such joy. He watched Jan raise her lust-contorted face and saw the full extent of her drug-induced passion ... her lust glazed eyes grew round and wide in wonderment as she suddenly, as though her open cunt were spread-eagled over a torturing fire, began to moan:
"Ohhhh ... my Gawdddd ... I-I-I'm ... I'm cummmmming!"
The blonde haired captive wailed until her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her beautiful young head twisting from side to side as if trying to screw itself right off, her honey hair flailing wildly as she began the initial, bowel-wrenching spasms of orgasm, screwing her smooth, rounded buttocks back hard onto the thick, gouging black phallus with a salacious fury.
Chow watched it all, watched Kim hump against Jan's satiny back working toward her own orgasm while her hand jabbed the black cock into Jan's seeping pussy like a dog being fucked in heat. Then Jan shrieked once more, slamming her lushly trembling ass back against the phallus with a frantic jerk as simultaneously both women screamed out their orgasms. The feel of Kim's finger massaging the polished nub of Jan's clitoris was the final catalyst that sent her over the edge and for Kim the grinding, scraping feel of her clitoris drubbing against Jan's buttocks sent her over the brink to a star-spangled ecstasy. Again Jan wailed, while her nakedly quivering buttocks began to contract spasmodically, and everyone who feasted on the sight watched the sticky white female cum gush from her cunt to dribble down the length of the black phallus from her ragged, swollen cuntal lips.
A minute later the door burst open and Jan raised her head to survey the room suddenly buzzing with people who sounded mean and menacing. Then hands were grabbing her by the shoulder ... gentle hands this time, not the raping, torturous ones she had learned to expect.
Then it all went black.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Paul paced nervously in the hospital hallway awaiting the final reports from the emergency room doctor who was examining the condition of Jan's ravaged body. He was pounding his knuckled fist into his hand when the doctor emerged.
Paul swung. "How is she?" His dark eyes were wild with concern.
The doctor stared at him silently for a moment, then guided him by the elbow down the hallway to the privacy of his office. "It's hard to say ... but she appears to be doing fine, except for the trauma, of course. She'd been given opium which of course helped to ease the pain of-"
"Pain? What did they do to her?" Paul stiffened.
"Quite frankly, your fianc�e has been raped in every orifice of her body."
Paul buried his face in his hands and moaned, feeling sorry for himself as well as Jan. It infuriated him that some yellow-bellied, slant-eyed bastard had stolen his fianc�e's cherry before he'd been given a fair crack at that treasure.
"Let me warn you," cautioned the doctor. "I've seen a lot of rape cases and some of the women can handle the trauma better than others. It's normally who they are closest to who can help. I would assume that's you ... ?"
Paul glanced up in disbelief at the doctor. "In that case I guess I can expect the worse." He studied his thumb nail with exaggerated concern.
"It depends on you ... entirely."
Paul shuffled clumsily about the room, fighting off rage and a hatred so strong it momentarily wiped out the tenderness he felt for Jan. But not being one to delay the inevitable, he gritted his teeth and stomped down the hallway with a confidence he didn't feel. The doctor's eyes were on him from the back.
He pranced into the emergency room and faced Jan laying there under the white sheet, appearing smaller and more frail than he'd remembered her to be. When he spoke, it was in a voice unrecognizable to himself. "The doctor ... says you'll be all right."
She nodded, just once, the long lines of her graceful throat flexing as she swallowed painfully.
Timidly he reached for her hand. Odd, he thought as he gazed at her swollen lips. Those yellow bastards raped her mouth ... came in her mouth! Someone else took her cherry, took everything that belonged to me! But when he spotted the bruises on her neck, he felt a wave of pity and love for her.
"Paul ... Paul, it's all right." She gripped his hands so tightly in hers he could feel her fingernails biting into his flesh. Then she drew in a deep breath for courage and started to speak.
"Paul, I want to tell you something, and I know you might hate me for it later ... I know how you despise Chinese and all but ... " When she looked up into his hate-smoldering eyes, she ceased her confession. "They weren't that terrible to me, Paul ... of course they raped me." And here she stopped to draw in a deep calming breath to check the tears, " ... but I learned something about my body, too. I came ... lots of times ... even with a woman ... " Then reading the pain in his eyes once more she stopped. "It's going to be okay with us. I mean when we get married I think you'll realize that this Victorian bitch has softened a bit ... "
From the slow-growing grin crossing his handsome features, she knew he was pleased. That's what counted. He was her man.
