This is not a particularly pretty story, but it is a story that happens all too often in our present day society. Many young girls have loved so completely that they were willing to jeopardize themselves, their morals, their very lives for the man they loved and this is what this book is about.
We, The Publishers, feel that it is an important moral and social contribution to the literary field and we congratulate Miss Garner for presenting the case of Carolyn so vividly and graphically. Her portrayal of the underground gangsters, those who appear to be the staid, righteous business men on the outside, yet deal in manipulating the lives of others for their own use, is something that should be engraved in the mind's of the people of all nations. This is not a problem that is typical of any particular area, it happens in all four corners of the world and it cannot be denied.
Situations, like the ones that exist in this book, are common occurrences in everyday life. Everyone is touched by these people in one way or the other whether we chose to believe it or not!
It is easy enough to say that these people who are trapped should go to the police, but sometimes it isn't always that easy. Families are touched by these circumstances, lives of millions of people can suffer and tainted, and sometimes eliminated!
Each one of us who read stories in the newspapers about how the police are breaking up the prostitution rackets, the vice rings, the grafters and bookies, but what we don't hear about are the thousands of others who are going around free, those whom the law cannot touch! Many rackets have a very legitimate facade, the pillars of society, the moneyed people who front the corrupt operations and these are the ones that are discussed and dissected in this book.
With travel growing and speeds making it easy for people to get from one part of the world to another within mere hours, it makes it even more difficult for the law enforcement agencies to keep on top of every scam, every racketeer, every henchman.
At one time or another most of the people have been approached with an easy scheme, a get-rich-quick idea, but how many of the people actually think what such ideas may involve. If the scheme is a gold mine, the chances are that it will involve some encroachment of the law, some chance. The author points out that some of us do take the chance, but also tells what the consequences may be, and how many of us are willing to pay such a high price, the price of self-respect!
This book should be read carefully and not just read because there is a definite message, a definition lesson to be learned from these pages of print.
When you have finished this book, think about the many times you have been tempted, or perhaps coerced into a compromising situation. It is not a comfortable feeling, but a realistic one and one that cannot be denied, and neither can the merits of this book!
-The Publishers
CHAPTER I
Carolyn Spears was just finishing the last of her dinner and settling down to watch her favorite Friday evening television program when her room-mate came bursting into the living room.
"Come on, get dressed, we're going out!" she shouted.
"Go where?" Carolyn laughed. "What's there to do in this one horse town?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure we can find something. I'm so sick of sitting home on my flight layovers that anything but these four walls would look good."
Carolyn hesitated for just a minute then went to fix her make-up and comb her hair.
"I think you're crazy," she called to her girlfriend. "There is absolutely nothing doing on in this town, but I could go for a drink. What about that tavern on Scott Street. Have you ever been there?"
"No, but we can start there," her room-mate, Juliet, called to her. "I wonder why we ever decided to move to this forsaken place!"
"We were tired of the rat race, remember," Carolyn chuckled. "We want to relax between our trips."
"Relax, yes," she answered, "but I didn't bargain for boredom!"
Both girls started to laugh when they thought about the day they decided to give up the bustle of the city life and retire to the country. They had both been flying for an international carrier for the past three years and decided that they would try the country life instead of partying in the city and going back on their trips exhausted as though they had had no time off. At the time it had seemed like a good idea, but after three months of the fresh air and clean life, they were both ready to return to the noise and smog and social life of Los Angeles, but they had leased their apartment for six months so they had to stay.
In a few minutes both girls were ready, in the car and on their way to see what they could discover in the small town of Carson, Nevada. The night was unseasonably cold and they both hoped that the snow would start because at least then the skiers would be arriving at the nearby resorts and perhaps then they would be able to find some excitement.
"I hope that there are some men at the bar other than the local wisecrackers. I've had enough of them to last me a life time," Carolyn said. "They think that they can say anything to you and get away with it, and it's embarrassing."
"Well, you know as well as I that stewardesses do have a reputation for being fast livers, and I'm afraid that narrow-minded people do associate us as a group rather than individuals and that's the problem right there. I just ignore the comments and let them call me a snob," Juliet told her.
"Well, I'm not going to be a snob tonight, I want to do something ... anything!" Carolyn resorted. "I'm so darn bored even these hicks will look good."
It didn't take them long to reach the center of town which consisted of one long, narrow street. There were several taverns, most of which were mainly beer bars, but just off the strip was a small tavern called Kelly's that was owned by an Italian and drew the more elite, if there was such a thing, of the town. The girls had never been in there, but they had heard that that was where the things were happening. They could hear the music blaring even before they opened the door. The small, long room was crowded with men and women of all ages, some of whom did not look old enough to drink, but no one seemed to care. The girls hesitated by the door then made their way to the booths in the back of the bar. A sleazy looking cocktail waitress edged her way to their table and took their order and yelled it to the bartender.
The girl giggled nervously and tried to look as though they had been there many times and actually belonged there. Everyone seemed to know everyone else and they could feel eyes watching them while they sipped on their drinks.
"What a crummy group," Juliet said, "it just gives me the creeps."
"Well, let's give it some time," Carolyn said, "it's better than sitting home, and maybe we can meet some of the people."
They hadn't been sitting there for more than a half an hour when they spotted three-good-looking, well-dressed men about thirty or thirty-five come through the door.
"Hi, Sam," they called to the bartender. "Long time."
The bartender nodded to them as they moved toward the back where the girls were sitting.
Several people said hello to them, but everyone seemed to move out of their way as they walked through.
"Wonder who they are?" Juliet whispered, "They look as out of place here as we do."
"I don't care who they are, they're the first decent looking men I've seen in this place since we've moved here. Hope they come over."
Both girls tried to act nonchalant, but they knew that the three newcomers were eyeing them and they blushed.
"Well, some new talent is in town," the biggest of the men commented loud enough so that they could hear.
Juliet looked up at them and smiled and said quietly to Carolyn, "Looks like we're in luck."
"Mind if we join you?" one of the others said, not waiting for an answer, but pulling a chair up to their table and motioning for the other two men to join him.
The girls said nothing, but waited until all three of the men were seated.
"What are you doing in this joint," one man asked, then added, "Don't get me wrong, you're a welcome and most pleasant addition to this trap."
"We're not in town very often," Juliet volunteered. It's our first time in here actually."
"Doesn't your friend say anything," the big man said, staring at Carolyn.
She looked at him and smiled, "Yes, I do talk."
"Wonderful," he added sarcastically, "and what do you say?"
She felt uncomfortable when he looked at her, it was as though he were undressing her mentally and she didn't like it She knew that she was an attractive girl, and she wished that she hadn't worn the particular sweater she had on; it accentuated the round, fullness of her breasts much too much and even if her shoulders slumped forward, her charms were obvious.
"Hey, let's be friendly," one of the other men said, "Don't get nasty, Vince."
The big man shot a look of disdain to the other man, then smiled. "You're right, were here to have fun! I'm Vince, girls, and these other two characters are Skip and Dave."
The other two nodded when Vince introduced them and Juliet introduced herself and said, "and this is my room-mate, Carolyn." Carolyn nodded and smiled, wishing that Vince would quit staring at her.
"You girls don't look like you've lived here too long, you still have some of that city pallor," Dave said. "What do you do?"
"We're stewardesses," Carolyn said finally, breaking her silence. "We are out of the country most of the time."
"Out of the country," Vince asked, suddenly taking a new interest in Carolyn and changing his tone of voice.
"Yes, we fly military charters to the Orient," she said. "We're out on trips about two weeks or so at a time."
"That doesn't give you much free time between trips, does it?" Skip asked not taking his eyes off Juliet
"We are laid over for about ten days at a time, so it isn't too bad," she said. "Except there's nothing to do up here." She hoped that he might be able to suggest something for them to do because she thought that he was quite handsome and seemed to have some polish.
"Well, we'll have to remedy that," he said, picking up her hint "I'm sure we will able to find something to amuse you."
"That would be a welcome switch," she said, looking him directly in the eye.
Vince ordered another round of drinks for the group and by this time they were all talking amiably, forgetting about their initial reticence. Vince seemed particularly interested in hearing about where the girls flew, what they did when they were there and how long they were in the Orient. These questions were normal enough, but he seemed to know several areas of the Orient quite well himself.
"What do you do that you know Hong Kong so well?" Carolyn finally asked.
"I've spent a great deal of time there," he continued, "I'm in the jewelry business and naturally we go to the Orient for some of the more precious stones."
"Of course," she said, "I should have guessed." She glanced down at his hands and he wore two very large rings, one set in a deep green jade and the other an enormous, gauche diamond. His nails were well manicured and covered with a thin coat of clear polish. She didn't like to see men with their nails polished, it reminded her too much of gangsters, men who were trying to be sophisticated and suave, but didn't quite make the grade.
"You like my rings," he asked anxiously as if her approval really mattered one way or the other.
"They're big," she said, hoping that her distaste wouldn't be obvious.
He laughed and said, "These are some of my smaller stones, you really should see my big ones I"
"There he goes bragging again," Skip told Juliet.
"I keep telling him that he shouldn't wear all that glitter when he's in town. The people here just don't understand that sort of thing."
Juliet looked at Vince's hands and added, "I see what you mean. They are rather ostentatious!"
Vince heard her comment and said, "I only wear what I can afford!"
"Are you in the jewelry business too," she asked Skip. "Do the three of you work together?"
"Sort of," he told her noncommittally. "We're associates."
She wasn't sure what he meant, but simply nodded and finished the rest of her drink.
"I always heard that stewardesses could drink, and I guess you girls are no exceptions. Another round, Sam," he called to the bartender.
Dave had been sitting quietly for most of the time, only speaking when someone directed a question toward him, and drinking his shots and beer. He was the youngest of the three and didn't seem to fit in with the other two. Carolyn wondered what connection he had with the others. He seemed to be a true gentleman, no gruff or loud, yet he nearly jumped when Vince spoke to him. His eyes met Carolyn's several times during the conversation and she sensed that he wanted to say something to her, tell her something, but he didn't speak. Several times she tried to bring him into the conversation, but he merely answered with yeses and no's. Vince and Skip were both drinking heavily, downing two drinks to the girls one, but neither seemed to be getting drunk. Carolyn could feel her head becoming light from the little bit she had drunk, but then realized that it had been some time since she had spent an entire evening just drinking and she hadn't eaten anything since lunch.
"When do you leave again," Skip asked Juliet. "Maybe we get together tomorrow if you're stall here."
"I wish I could, but I am scheduled for a trip tomorrow and won't be back for about thirteen days. Just my luck!"
"What about you, Carolyn," Vince asked, edging his chair closer towards hers.
"I just came off my trip," she said, "So I have a whole week off."
She had said it more for Dave's benefit than for Vince, hoping that he would say something, and maybe even ask to see her.
"That's marvelous," Vince said, "I'll show you around this little burg and we can do anything your heart desires!"
She knew that she was trapped. She had already told him that she didn't know anyone in town, that she was bored and that she wanted to get out, so she smiled and said that she'd love to.
Dave looked at her again and there seemed to be a warning in his eyes, so she said, "Why don't the three of you come for drinks. Juliet will have time for cocktails before she has to leave, okay?"
"Great!" Skip and Vince said, then she looked at Dave, "You too?"
"Yeah ... yeah ... sure, it'd be great," he answered not too enthusiastically.
They sat there for several more hours and little by little the two men became louder and more obnoxious, but Dave sat quietly, saying nothing.
"I think we'd better go," Carolyn finally said to Juliet, who was listening and nodding attentively to every word Skip said.
"In a minute," she said, "I'm the one who has to fly tomorrow, so hold on."
Carolyn had seen Juliet like this and she knew that she, too, was feeling her drinks and that it would be hours before she would leave, and even then she would probably leave with Slap. She didn't want to be stuck with Vince, so she said that she would take a cab and meet her at home.
Juliet looked up for a minute and said, "Fine, I'll see you later."
"What's your hurry, baby," Vince asked her. "Don't you like our company anymore?"
"It's not that," she answered, "I'm just tired so I think I'll head for home and get some sleep. After all, we have a big night tomorrow, don't we?" She was trying to appease him and he was really too drunk to argue, so he agreed and told her that he would get her a cab.
"That's okay," she told him, "I can get one right outside, I saw a cab stand when I came in."
"Suit yourself," he growled and ordered another drink.
She got up and put on her coat, saying goodnight to anyone who would listen and walked toward the door. She stood outside in the cold air for several minutes before she heard a man's voice behind her.
"I'll drive you home if you'd like me to," he said.
She turned around and it was David. She wondered how he had gotten away from the other two for he had seemed to be so much at their beck and call.
"Are you sure it wouldn't be too much trouble," she said, her heart pounding. Now she would be able to talk with him, find out what he was trying to tell her with Ins eyes all evening.
"It would be my pleasure ... really," he said. "Come on, my car's this way."
He took her by the arm and walked down the street to a parking lot, and helped her into a brand new convertible.
"The jewelry business must be profitable," she said, smiling at him. "This is a nice car."
"Yeah," he said, looking at her, but not smiling. "It's profitable."
They drove home in silence except for when she told him where to turn to reach their apartment. She couldn't figure out what he was trying to do, what he wanted to say. She knew that he had had something on his mind all evening, yet he hadn't said a word to her, hadn't given her any excuse for his quiet behavior.
When they reached her door, he got out and opened the car door for her, taking her hand and helping her out of the car.
She squeezed his hand lightly and thanked him for the ride. "I hope I'll see you tomorrow for cocktails," she told him, trying to free her hand, but he pulled her toward him and kissed her lightly on the lips.
She relaxed against him, then pulled back. "I don't understand," she said.
"You're just so sweet, and I felt so sorry for you tonight. Vince can be pretty crude and you don't deserve that."
She didn't know what to say, but a feeling of compassion and tenderness swept through her body. She wanted to hold him, comfort him, he seemed to be the lost one, not her!
"He was drunk," she said, "I'm sure he's all right when he's sober." She didn't know what else to say, the whole situation was so confusing.
"Just be careful," he told her. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
She wasn't sure what he meant, but she had sensed that something wasn't quite right between Vince, and Skip and Dave, they just didn't seem to fit together. Vince seemed so arrogant, so brusque and sure of himself in a crude way, and so did Skip, but Dave seemed exactly the opposite. She knew that she shouldn't ask him even though she wanted to, but decided that tomorrow would be soon enough for her to find out what was going on. They were the first real men she had met since coming to Carson and she didn't want to jeopardize any chance for fun she might have. Even if they were loud and rude at times, it was better than dating the local farmers and much better than sitting home!
He kissed her lightly again on the cheek and said good night.
"Good night," she said to him as she slowly opened the door and turned on the light in her apartment. "I'll see you tomorrow." He hadn't said that he would be there, but she was certain that he would come. She was sure that the other two would be there also!
She waited for an hour hopping that Juliet would come home and she could ask her if she had found out anything about the three men, but by three in the morning she was too tired and went to bed. She couldn't help thinking about what Dave had told her, his warning to watch out for Vince. He had seemed so sure that something would happen, yet he wouldn't volunteer any details. The next morning she got up and walked into the other bedroom to find Juliet, but she had not been home. She knew that Juliet had had too much to drink, but it wasn't like her to go off with a strange man and spend the night no matter how drunk she had gotten. She couldn't help but worry that something had happened, that maybe Vince and Skip had taken her somewhere and she leafed through the phone book to find the number of the bar where they had been. She knew that the bartender had known the men and maybe he could tell her where they might have gone. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer. She put the receiver back in the cradle and tapped her fingers nervously on the desk. She had no idea where to call or look for her, then realized that she didn't have the car anyway, Juliet had it! There was nothing she could do but sit and wait for her to show up, for them to show up.
She knew that Juliet was supposed to fly out that evening, but her suitcase was still lying on her bed, so she knew that she had not come in during the night and left again. She had never missed a trip, but as it got later in the day, she was afraid that she would not be able to make it to the airport on time. She stared at the phone, wishing that it would ring and that it would be Juliet letting her know that she was all right, but it just sat there, silent. She was beginning to panic and thought about calling the Sheriffs office and ask them if they could locate her, but she didn't want Juliet to get angry with her if there were nothing the matter.
She was just walking to the phone when she heard a car pull up in front of the apartment. She looked out the window and saw Juliet's car and another car pull into the driveway of the building.
"Thank God," she whispered to herself and ran to put the stereo on and pretend that she hadn't been at all concerned with her whereabouts.
"Carolyn, are you home?" Juliet called as she opened the door. "I've brought company with me."
"I'm in here," she answered, her voice shaking slightly. "Come on in."
She looked up as Juliet stood in the driveway to the living room. She looked as though she hadn't gotten any sleep at all. Her hair was disheveled, her make-up was completely off and her clothes wrinkled. Her eyes were red and swollen and she couldn't tell whether it was from all the liquor or whether she had been crying. Vince and Skip were standing in back of her, grinning and laughing.
"Looks like you've had quite a night," Carolyn said, "How are you going to take your trip in that condition?"
"I called in sick and got another two days off," she replied, as if it were something that she did every day. "Besides, I want to talk to you about something before we go out again, something that Slap mentioned to me last night and it sounds like a good deal."
"Yes," she said skeptically. "What's it all about?"
"Let me make us some drinks and I'll let the boys tell you about it," she told her.
"Where's Dave," she asked them when Juliet had left the room. "Isn't he coming over too?"
"See, I told you she was hot for him," Vince told Slap. "That's one gets to all the girls!"
She wasn't sure what he meant by that last comment, but she didn't like the tone in his voice.
"I don't know what you mean by that, I was merely asking where he was. After all he had been invited too," she remarked defensively.
"He'll be along shortly, he had an errand to run for us," Vince nearly barked at her.
She started to get up to change the records, but Skip moved toward the stereo and turned it off.
"We want to talk to you about something. Your roommate already knows the story and thinks it's a good idea, but we need your help too."
She felt uneasy and thought that perhaps this was what Dave had been warning her about last night, but she just sat there and listened.
"As you know," he continued, "we're all in the jewelry business and therefore we do a lot of trading and buying in the Orient, but there's only one problem."
"What's that?" she said naively.
"The price of jade is prohibitive right now, we can't import from the Communist countries where the jade is cheaper, but you can get it on the black market. We have all the contacts, but it is impossible for either of us to leave the country right now because of previous obligations, we we'd like you to pickup the stuff for us."
"I can't do that," she stammered, "I'd never get it through customs, they check us very carefully."
She knew that her excuse sounded weak, because she had heard that several of the other girls had smuggled something into the country, but she didn't want to take the chance.
"We would pay you very well and Juliet had already told us that you could use the extra money.
All you would have to do is call our contact when you get over there and make the buy. It's as simple as that."
"It sounds simple, but I know the penalty if you get caught doing something like that. Not only would it cost me my job, but I would be facing a prison term as well." She was beginning to get angry, angry that Juliet would have even suggested such a thing to them, it didn't make sense. Juliet could do what she wanted, but she wanted no part of it, or of them!"
"Don't be such a drag," Juliet chimed in as she came back into the living room carrying a tray of drinks. "Think of the money we could make, the risk would be worth it."
"Not for me, thanks," she retorted and started to get up to leave the room.
"Don't get hostile," Vince growled at her, "we were just trying to do you a favor."
Skip sat down next to Juliet on the sofa and put his hand on her shoulder and moved it carelessly around her neck and cupped her breast with his hand. Juliet made no effort to remove it, but leaned against him as though she were in a stupor.
"Guess you'll get rich all by yourself," he whispered in her ear, but loud enough so that she could hear it.
She laughed and said, "Guess you re right, baby, but wont it be great!"
Carolyn couldn't believe Juliet's behavior, she had never seen her like this, it just wasn't like her at all.
She wished that Dave would get there so that she could tell him what had happened, and hoped that he would be able to help her. She took her drink and sipped it slowly, letting the whisky burn her throat while Vince, Skip and Juliet just stared at her.
"I won't do it!" she repeated, taking a large gulp of the alcohol this time.
"Who said anything more about it?" Vince chided, and the three of them laughed. "You must have a guilty conscience about turning down all that money!
"Hardly," she answered sarcastically, "and Juliet, I don't see how you intend to get away with it."
"You wouldn't say anything, would you?" she asked, her voice showing concern for the first time.
"Of course not, but I won't sympathize with you if you get caught either," she told her.
"I didn't ask you to, Skip will take care of me, won't you, honey?"
He kissed her on the neck and said, "You bet, baby. I'd love to take care of you."
The whole situation was very awkward and she wished that they would leave so that she could talk to Juliet alone and maybe talk her out of doing the smuggling, but it didn't look as though they were any where near leaving.
They finished their first drinks and Juliet went to pour them some more. Carolyn hadn't been able to eat all day and she could feel the effects of the first drink already, but she hoped that the alcohol would dull her senses and make her relax, anything to take her mind away from the two men who were sitting in her apartment and what they had done to her roommate.
They were just finishing their second drinks when someone knocked at the door.
"That must be Dave," Vince said, getting up to answer it. "I'll let him in."
Carolyn's heart was pounding, hoping that it would be Dave and that he would find someway to get her out of there.
"Hi everyone," he said lightly as he came into the room. "Why the somber looks?"
"It's nothing," Carolyn told him, pouring him a drink and moving over so that he could sit down next to her.
Dave's presence seemed to lighten the atmosphere slightly and Carolyn felt safer with him sitting there beside her. From time to time he looked over at her, his eyes searching for her for some clue as to what had been going on, but she couldn't tell him anything with the others in the room.
After several more drinks, Juliet announced that she was going to get her things ready for her trip and stay with Skip for the next two days before she had to leave. Carolyn started to say something, but decided against it, after all, she was over twenty-one and it was up to her if she wanted to go off with a man for a few days.
"Will you drop me off on your way home, Skip," Vince asked.
"Sure, be glad to. Hurry it up, baby," he shouted to Juliet"
"Do you mind if I stay for a while," Dave whispered to Carolyn. "I'd like to talk with you."
"No ... no," she told him, "I'd like you to stay."
She looked over at him and he was staring at her, his eyes were sympathetic, almost as if he already knew what had been said.
Juliet was ready in a few minutes and they gulped down the rest of their drinks and walked to the door.
"I'll see you when you get back from your trip, or when I get back from mine," Carolyn told her, wishing that she would change her mind and stay home.
"Yeah ... yeah," she said, her eyes fixed on the floor as if she were embarrassed, then closed the door behind them.
"I just don't know what to think," she said, turning to Dave. "The whole thing doesn't make sense."
"Why don't you tell me about it," he began, "but I probably already know what they asked you to do. I've had some dealings with people like that."
"Well, they're friends of yours," she said, trying to put him on the defensive, "I suppose that you'll agree with them anyway, so what's the use?"
"They're business associates," he corrected her, "not necessarily friends!"
She poured them both another drink and sat down next to him on the couch. Her head was spinning from the drinks and she felt as though she could tell him anything and he would understand. She wanted him to understand and tell her that she had done the right thing, somehow that would make everything right again.
He put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him, his lips brushing her cheek lightly.
"Relax, sweetheart, everything's going to be all right Just tell me what happened and maybe I can help."
Slowly she managed to tell him the whole story and how differently Juliet had acted and what she had agreed to do. He listened patiently, patting her shoulder, kissing her softly on the neck and cheeks as she talked. She could feel a warm flush come over her body and she felt so safe, so protected with him holding her like that. He was so gentle, so understanding, not like the other men she had dated who had tried to make love to her in their cars, in hotel rooms and even in her own apartment. She had never really been in love before and had never made love to a man in her life; she had always believed that she would be a virgin when she married, that it was something to be valued above everything else, but she had never felt so comfortable and so at ease with anyone like she did with Dave.
"I don't blame you for being upset," he told her. "It would be an awful risk for you to take, and you don't need it." He knew that the men had probably plied Juliet with marijuana or opium to get her to consent, but he didn't want to frighten her with that. He knew how those men operated and they played a rough game.
"What should I do," she asked him," I just know that they won't let me off so easily, especially now since I know what they are doing and Juliet will be helping them."
"You're much too beautiful to worry about things like that," he whispered to her, "why don t you just let me handle that part of it?"
"Would you?" she asked, looking directly into his warm, blue eyes, "I'd feel so much better about it if you would."
"Sure, sweetheart," he murmured, pulling her to him and kissing her firmly, but tenderly on the lips.
She could feel her whole body relaxing against him as he kissed her, a warm glow tingling her skin from her toes to her head and she pressed against him, locking her arms around his neck and returning his kiss.
"Oooh, baby," he murmured against her neck, taking his mouth away from hers for just a moment, then kissing her again harder and forcing his tongue between her white, even teeth and deep into her throat.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned against him, her body-wanting him, but her mind rebelling against it. She pushed her hands strongly against his chest in an effort to free herself from his grip, but he held her tightly, kissing her harder and more forcefully.
"Nooo, stop," she half pleaded with him, "Please, noo." She knew that her voice wasn't very convincing, that the liquor had dulled her senses, but she couldn't let her desires run away with her now, not after she had waited and saved her virginity for so long.
"Baby ... baby..." he whispered, "You're so beautiful ... so beautiful ... let me love you ... help you love me."
She wanted to love him, wanted him to love her, but she knew that it wasn't right, not yet, they had just met the day before. She was confused, her head was spinning and she could barely keep her train of thought, but she knew that she had to stop him before it was too late.
"Let's have another drink," she choked out, pushing against his chest with all her strength until he released his grip slightly.
"What's the matter, sweetheart," he asked her. "Don't you want me to love you?"
"Oh yes," she replied, "but it just isn't right ... I can't," her voice weak and shaky.
"Yes, it's right," he said, "I want to love you, protect you ... please let me." His eyes pleaded with her and it was all she could do to pull herself away from him.
"Don't tease me," he told her, "I know that you want me to love you."
Her mind was fogged from the alcohol, and she had to catch her balance as she tried to rise up from the couch, but his hand caught her wrist and pulled her down toward him again.
For several seconds her breathing seemed to have stopped as he put his hands on either side of her face and kissed her deeply, his tongue darting between her teeth and sucking noisily on her lips. She didn't have the strength to fight him and she knew that it would be useless anyway, and tears of frustration began slipping down her cheeks. He pulled her body close against him and his hands and fingers dug into the nape of her neck and upper part of her back so that she could not pull herself free.
"Don't cry, baby," he comforted her, "everything's going to be all right."
"I-I-I can't," she cried, her voice small and muffled against his face and chest. "Sssshhh," he whispered, "I won't hurt you ... believe me!"
He ran his fingers through her long, thick hair, cuddling her like a small child, and he pressed hard against her, her full breasts heaved against him with rapidly increasing breathing. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her back and strained at the smooth roundness of her buttocks, feeling their firmness beneath her skirt.
She looked up at him, her face tear-stained and intent, her lips slightly parted as though she were trying to speak, but his mouth covered hers once again before she could protest
"Mmmmm," she groaned, feeling every bit of her will power being drained from her body. She could feel a strange tenseness building between her legs, a tingling sensation that was new to her and she pressed her thighs close together to dispel the feeling.
He leaned back on the couch and pulled her down alongside of him and she could feel the hard bulge of his throbbing penis through the thin material of his trousers and her skirt. Her skirt had ridden up over her thighs revealing the long, slim trimness of her calves, ankles and the slight bulge of her thighs where her stockings ended and her garters' began. Her skin felt soft and pliable beneath his fingers and he squeezed the smooth, supple flesh, kneading it like a baker would dough. He continued to kiss her, running his lips over her face while his hands traced the contours of her body, the narrowness of her waist, the firmness of her rib cage until his fingers closed around the fleshy, ripe bulbs of her breasts.
He caressed her gently, his hands quivering with anticipation as she wriggled against him, her own body half shaking from fright, half from physical need. She wanted him ... she wanted him to make love to her ... but her mind still told her that it was wrong ... or was it? He was nearly a stranger, but she had felt so much warmth in her life, so much tenderness and she felt wanted, needed and loved.
Slowly, smoothly he moved his hands beneath the waistband of her sweater and moved to fondle her firm, bulbous breasts, his fingers searching through the flimsy lace of the cup of the brassiere for the outline of her nipples and he squeezed them firmly, insistently.
"Ooooohhh," she groaned, "Ooooooohhhhh!"
His hands pulled at the buttons of her sweater and eased them gently undone, and she began to shake, half afraid now. His hands were tenderly fondling her scantily clad breasts, massaging them until her breathing betrayed her anxious yearning. He reached behind her and pulled her sweater from her body and unhooked her brassiere with almost the same movement until her breasts fell free from the straining cups and stood out proudly from her body. The skin of her voluptuous breasts was taut, puckering only slightly around the pinkish-brown nipples, and he moved his mouth voraciously down her shoulders, sucking in the hollows until the flesh reddened until his lips reached the curve of her breasts and he drew the nipples into his mouth, sucking them in like a whirlpool.
"Oooohh, god Dave," she moaned helplessly, the sensual feeling controlling her whole body and she pressed her body closer to his. Her skin was so smooth, so white, flawless that he wanted to devour her, kiss every inch of exposed flesh, make her tremble with the same consuming desire that was firing his loins.
She could feel his rock-hard penis jerk against his slacks and into the softness of her thigh. She wanted to reach down and take it in her hands, but her arms were pinned against the back and the bottom of the sofa.
She lay beneath him breathing heavily, but mainly passive, afraid to let her emotions rule her body. If he made love to her now, she could always rationalize that she had been drinking and he had taken unfair advantage of her. Her head was heavy from the alcohol and she couldn't keep a constant thought in her mind, but her body knew what she wanted!
He slid his hand down over her skirt covered hips, feeling the soft bulge of flesh between her stockings and garters, fingering around the knees, stroking their firmness then moving back up again to her thighs. He could feel her body tensing against him and he continued his caresses, kneading the taut muscles into relaxation. Her thighs were silkily smooth and his fingers inched their way up to the tight elastic leg band of her panties.
"Ooooh, no, please no," she gasped, knowing that she had already let him go too far, but his fingers probed under the elastic and grasped the soft, trembling flesh of her buttocks. He felt as if his trousers would burst from the hot, hard rod jerking inside them, and with his other hand he undid the zipper of his fly and freed his huge, pulsing penis. She could feel it against her legs and it felt huge. She wished she could look at it, see its size, but her head was buried in the hollow of his shoulder. His hands pressed her buttocks into his loins firmly, letting his hard organ jerk between her closely pressed thighs, feeling her tremble against him. At last he slid his hand around from her behind, under the panties and tickled at the sensitive lips of her vagina, feeling the moisture of her passion as it lubricated her into readiness.
"Oh God," he groaned, "I want you so much."
She snapped her thighs together, a sheer involuntary action, at the sensation of his fingers at the tiny virginal slit. No one had ever touched her there before and it tickled.
"Be gentle ... please . .she groaned, knowing in spite of her fear that she was not past the point of no return.
He lowered his head and kissed her in an answer as his finger slipped between her aching vaginal lips and entered the long, moist slit of flesh, searching for the deep hidden well inside. She could feel the pressure of his hands and his finger and she gasped half from pain, half from the tingling sensation that he was creating. She gasped against the pressure of his mouth and made no further effort to keep her legs closed tightly together.
She could feel the flesh of his middle finger probing into her, wiggling inside her, stirring animal emotions deep inside her she didn't know she had.
"Does it hurt?" he whispered against her.
She shook her head from side to side, but said nothing, and his finger dug deeper inside her and his thumb rubbed against the sensitive nub of her clitoris. He worked his finger back and forth, widening her passage as her breathing became thicker and more erratic.
His penis seemed to be bursting and he wanted to plunge into her, totally, without gentleness, with complete abandon, but he checked his own passion until she would submit to him willfully.
He slipped his fingers from her vagina and pulled at her thin silk panties, slipping them over her hips and kicking at them until they lay at the bottom of the couch. She lay there quivering all over while he took off her skirt, tugging it over her firmly rounded hips. He kissed her breasts, sucking at the nipples and ran his tongue down over her belly. He thought that he would burst, have his orgasm before he was even inside her and he knew that he would not be able to wait much longer.
He quickly undid the buckle of his trousers and wiggled his hips until he was able to work them off with his feet, still holding her tightly against him. His fingers slipped back to her vagina and she squirmed against him again, and he forced her legs apart so that one rested on the floor, the other on the sofa. He took her hand and drew it down over his massive, swelling rob, the veins standing out on his penis a purplish-blue. It's head was lubricated with the slight oozing of his own semen and he knew he had to have her now or it would be too latel
She touched his manhood reluctantly, running her tiny fingers gently over the jerking rod, feeling a man's penis for the first time in her life.
She stroked his genitals tenderly, lovingly, almost without embarrassment, feeling it move in her hand, and he flicked at her clitoris and thrust his fingers into her warm, moist channel.
She breathed his name ... moaning with the pressure of his fingers and her own desire. She opened her eyes slightly, and let her thighs fall loosely apart, no longer trying to close them, giving herself to him.
He moved up on her body, forcing his hips between the soft, smooth bulges of her thighs and forcing the swollen knob of his penis to her virginal, tight opening.
His great swollen knob moved between her legs, hesitating at the brim of her cavity, forcing the tight elastic ring of flesh to spread as he inched his way into her moist, aching channel. Then, he felt an indescribably flood of relief sweep over him as he let his weight press against her hips and thighs. He thrust into her, slowly, deliberately, and she cried out in pain.
"Aaaaggghhh," she cried..."Stop ... it hurts!" Tears were running down her cheeks, but he did not relent in his painful pinioning, impalement. She lay there beneath him, naked, taking his stiff rod like a sword as he skewered into her harder and harder until he met with the thin virginal membrane.
"NNNNNOOOOO," she screamed, the pain increasing with each stroke.
He paned and groaned above her, and his hands dug into the firm cheeks of her buttocks and pulled her hips up toward him as he thrust and broke through her virginity.
"AAAAGGGGGHHHH," she screamed out in her helplessness and bit her lip until she could taste her own blood.
Her eyes were open now, tortured and anguished and her breath became uncontrollable. Her legs flailed wildly on either side of his hips in an effort to release the pressure of his huge, throbbing cock. He locked her hips into his as the flood of his climax swept through his loins and he began to jerk out his hot sperm deep into her waiting belly, shooting, shooting, deeper and deeper into her, flooding her with its hot, scalding wetness.
"OOOHHHHH." She groaned as she felt his wild jerking, and she knew that he was releasing his hot living sperm, his life into her. The pain began to subside as his penis deflated slightly and he relaxed against her. She had not reached a climax, the pain had been too great, but she had never felt so complete before, so warm, even through the pain.
He raised up on his elbows and took her face between his hands and kissed her lightly. She couldn't look him in the eyes, slightly shy after her moment of passion, embarrassed that she had given in, that she had let him take her. She knew that she loved him and she wanted to tell him, but the words stuck in her throat and she choked for her breathe.
"Oh God," she groaned, knowing that it was too late to ever go back to her innocence again, but not really caring.
She pushed him away from her and walked to the bathroom, a tiny trickle of blood dripping down her leg as she walked, her stride short and trembling, her legs still weak from the flailing and tenseness. It only took her a few minutes to bathe herself and she wondered if she would be able to cleanse her conscience as she had her body. Only time would be able to determine this.
CHAPTER 2
When she came out of the bathroom, Dave was asleep on the couch. She reached down and touched his cheek, looking at his face and thinking that she loved him, even though she didn't know him that well. She had just given herself completely to him and it had been the most beautiful thing in the world, something that she couldn't explain, not even to herself. She decided to let him sleep there rather than wake him, because she knew that Juliet would not be home and she had to leave the next day for her trip since her roommate had cancelled hers. The airline had called her to substitute and she had to leave her apartment about noon, and she wanted to talk to Dave before she left. She wondered if he had felt the same thing that she had, a land of magic, an inner glow that only comes from loving someone totally, without regard for oneself.
She closed the door to her room and went to bed and tried to sleep, but her loins ached in a gnawing way from their lovemaking and kept reminding her that she was no longer a virgin. She pressed her legs tightly together and rubbed them up and down until she dozed off, completely physically and mentally exhausted.
She woke early the next morning and walked to the living room to see if Dave were still asleep on the couch where she had left him. He had removed the cushions from the back of the sofa and was curled up in a blanket, sleeping as though he were a baby. She shook him gently until he opened his eyes and stared blankly at her.
"W-w-what," he stammered.
"Good morning," she said softly, leaning over and kissing his forehead.
"Well," he grinned, "Good morning, what time is it?"
"About ten," she whispered, sitting down beside him, "I have to leave in about two more hours."
"Oh, that's right, you did say something about that last night, didn't you?"
"I have to take a trip because Juliet cancelled hers, so I wont be back for about two weeks." Her eyes searched his face, looking for some sign that he would miss her, or at least say something.
"Where will you be going," he asked innocently. "Hawaii, Guam, and then where?"
"Probably to Tokyo, that's where they usually route us after we stop in Vietnam. I'll have a layover there and then one again in Hawaii on the way back, why?"
"Just curious, send me some postcards," he chided her.
"Will you miss me?" she asked, brushing her lips against his unshaven cheek.
"Of course I'll miss you," he told her, pulling her down toward him and holding her tightly. "Why did you have to ask?"
"It just seems so unreal, as if I've been dreaming ... I mean, about last night and all," she stammered.
"Don't worry, baby," he comforted her, "It was real and I'm here and nothing's going to happen."
"You know that it was my first time," she said, color rising to her cheeks.
"Yes, I know," he told her, his hand cupping her face and caressing it gently. "You don't regret it do you?"
"No ... no ... not at all," she answered.
He kissed her tenderly, but firmly and she could feel her passions begin to bud again, but she had to get ready for her trip.
"We don't have time," she told him, pulling away from his embrace. "I have to get ready."
"That's a fine way to begin a love affair," he teased her, smacking her playfully on the buttocks as she got up.
"I know," she said, "but I really do have to hurry. Will you drive me to the airport when I'm ready?"
"Sure ... sure ... why not?" he said laughing.
"I really hate to leave ... damn Juliet, anyway, why didn't she take her trip?"
"She was otherwise involved, my dear," he called to her.
She threw her clothes into her suitcase, half angry at Juliet and half angry at herself for feeling that she, too, would like to call in and tell them she was sick and couldn't take the trip. She had never done that before and she knew that it was too late, but she wished that she would be able to stay and spend the next few days with David.
"I'm ready," she told him, smoothing down her uniform and handing him her suitcase.
"Let's go," he said, opening her door for her and taking her arm as they walked to his car.
Neither one said much on the drive to the airport, but when they were just about there, he said, "If you do go to Tokyo, you could do me a favor."
She looked at him, wondering if he was going to ask her to smuggle for him too, but then decided that he couldn't possibly have that in mind.
"What's that," she asked.
"I have an old friend there, an old Army buddy of mine that I haven't seen or written to in a long time. I have his phone number and if you have time, give him a call and tell him I said hello. He was a good friend and I hate to lose touch, but I'm such a poor correspondent."
"Td be glad to," she said, "and I'd like to meet your friends, so I'll make it a point to call him." She smiled at him, a warm glow creeping over her, and she reached out and touched his hand on the steering wheel.
"I do love you," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "I do."
He smiled over at her and grasped her hand, "And I love you, too, sweetheart, but let's not rush things, okay?"
She wasn't quite sure what he meant, but she nodded and said okay.
She had about fifteen minutes before she had to go on board the aircraft, so they ordered some coffee and he wrote the name of his friend and the phone number in Tokyo down for her.
"He may have moved," he told her, "but I know that you can reach him at this number during the day, it's his office number, okay?"
"Sure," she answered, tucking the piece of paper carefully into her flight purse so that she wouldn't lose it.
He walked with her to the gate and kissed her lightly before she had to go on board.
"I'll cable you when I know exactly when I'll be back," she called to him from the ramp. "I'll miss you."
She felt as though she wanted to cry, but fought against her impulse for fear that he might see her. She had never felt like this in her life, and as the plane doors closed and they taxied down the runway, an emptiness, a loneliness she had never known before consumed her and gnawed at the pit of her stomach. It was difficult for her to keep her mind on her flight duties when all she could think about was David and their love-making.
She sent him cards from Honolulu and Guam and finally from Tokyo. She hadn't called his friend yet, but thought that she would try to reach him that evening. She got settled in her room, took a long, hot bath and asked the switchboard operator to try the phone number for her. The phone rang several times before a man with a distinct British accent answered.
"Is this Curtis Mead?" she asked. "I'm calling for David Wright."
"Why yes ... yes, it is," the man said, his voice perking up.
"David asked me to call you while I was in Tokyo," Carolyn told him, "I'm a friend of his from the States and he wanted me to convey his best and tell you he was sorry that he hadn't written, but that he could shortly."
"How delightful, it's been a long time since I've heard from the old boy. How is he?"
"Marvelous," she answered. "Just fine."
"And his wife?" he inquired.
She didn't answer him, she didn't know what to say. David, married. The thought had never occurred to her and she was completely stunned. Her silence must have made it obvious to the man that she didn't know anything about a wife.
"I'm sorry," he continued, "I knew that they weren't getting on very well, please pardon my rude curiosity."
His last comment made her feel somewhat better, perhaps David was divorced by now, after all, this man hadn't seen him in quite some time.
"Oh, that's all right," she stammered, her heart pounding so hard and fast that she was certain that he could hear it through the phone.
"I'll tell you what," he continued. "How long will you be in Tokyo?"
"I'll be here for a few days on a layover," she told him.
"Would you like to join me for a few drinks and dinner this evening. I know where your hotel is, all the stewardesses stay at the same place, so I could meet you in the bar in about an hour."
"That would be fine," she said, curious to find out all she could about David and this would be the perfect opportunity.
He described what he would be wearing and that the bartender knew him in case he arrived there before she did.
She dressed carefully, choosing a dress that fit a bit tighter than she would ordinarily wear, but she wanted David's friend to think that she was the most attractive, desirable woman he had ever seen so that he would tell David what a lucky man he was to have such an attractive girl. She knew that this bit of subterfuge was probably not necessary, but she loved David and wanted to have him no matter what the cost. The jersey dress clung sensuously to the curve of her full, round breasts, revealing just a hint of cleavage, stretched tautly over her voluptuous buttocks and hips and combed her long, dark blonde hair until it gleamed and framed her fine-featured, oval face like a golden frame. She applied her eye make-up a little heavier than she ordinarily would, but the bar and restaurant would be dark and she wanted her eyes to stand out. She admired her image in the mirror, pleased with the results of her pampering, then rang for the elevator and went down to the bar. She wanted to get there before he did, because she wanted to fortify herself with several drinks before she spoke with him.
She chose a table in the darkest corner of the cocktail lounge and ordered a martini. She sipped it thoughtfully and pondered what she would say to this man she had never met. It was difficult to know exactly what to say because she didn't even know David that well, much less any of his friends or anything about his business except that he was associated in some way with the jewelry trade. The alcohol burned her throat and she wondered what kind of gin they had used to make her drink, it tasted raw and harsh, but she managed to finish it and order another before she saw the bartender point toward her table and a man about forty walk toward her. He was not a particularly attractive man, not handsome like David, but his clothes were neatly tailored and looked expensive. He had a thin moustache and he smiled when he got near her table.
"You're Carolyn," he said matter-of-factly, pulling up a chair and sitting down. "I would have known you even if the bartender had not told me there was an American girl waiting for me. You're the loveliest girl in the hotel and probably in Tokyo at this moment."
His line sounded almost practiced, but she couldn't help from smiling and thanking him for the compliment. His eyes caught the neckline of her dress and he was obviously admiring what he saw when he spoke.
He motioned to a waiter and ordered a bottle of Sake, saying, "Have you ever tried this on your stays in Tokyo?"
"No ... no I haven't," she told him. "I've heard it's rather potent."
"It's a rice wine and when heated slightly, quite good. Why don't you try some of this after you finish your martini?"
"I think I'd like to," she answered, gulping down the rest of her second drink and handing the glass to the waiter before he left the table.
He poured a small cup of the Sake for her and another for himself, raising his cup in a salute to her.
"It was good of you to meet me," he told her. "It's not often that I get to see an American girl, especially one so beautiful," he told her. "I'm glad David gave you my number."
"Yes, he was quite emphatic that I call you," she told him, smiling warmly. The sake felt warm in her throat and tasted good, much better than the gin, in fact it didn't have much of a taste. She wondered why everyone had told her it was so powerful, it didn't taste strong at all.
"What did David tell you about me," he inquired. "I haven't seen him in so long that I was beginning to think that he had disappeared from the face of the earth."
"Not much, really. Just that you were a good friend of his and he wanted me to look you up."
"That was my good fortune," he told her, looking directly into her eyes, then letting is gaze fall once again on her low neckline, and he took a deep breath.
She knew that he was admiring her figure and she was glad, almost pleased with herself. She had wanted him to admire her, think she was beautiful and evidently he was doing just that.
He kept refilling her cup of sake, which she drank swiftly hoping that the wine would relax her and she would be able to find the nerve to ask this man about her David.
"How long have you known David," she asked finally.
"Years and years. We were partners in a business venture not too long ago, but unfortunately he had to return to the States, so I am running the business by myself now. We do keep in contact, but mostly by phone. It's expensive, but we are both such poor letter writers, you know how that is."
"Surely," she said, nodding affirmatively.
He ordered another bottle of the warm sake and poured her still another cup. She could feel a warm glow over her body, a tingling feeling, but comfortable, and she felt very much at ease with this man.
"Have you tried the little restaurant just down the street from here. It's quite good."
"No, I very rarely leave the hotel when I'm in Japan, because I don't know my way around."
"Fine," he exclaimed, "Then I'm sure you'll find it a rare treat and it would be my pleasure to introduce it to you."
He was so polished, so polite that she would have gone anywhere with him without worrying. He didn't seem at all like Vince and Skip not crude or blunt, but a complete gentleman in every way.
They finished their second bottle of sake and he helped her with her coat and they walked down the street to the restaurant. He seemed to be well known there also and the maitre d' seated them at a secluded table in the back of the room. It was hidden from the rest of the tables by a bamboo screen that insured complete privacy.
"This is my special table," he told her grinning. "I come here quite often."
"I can tell," she told him, balancing herself on his arm as she seated herself on the cushions on the floor.
He sat down next to her and patted her knee affectionately, then spoke to the waiter in Japanese and ordered some food and another bottle of sake.
"This is very quaint," she commented, noting the decor and the style of the restaurant. "I've never seen anything like it."
"There are many things that I could show you in this city if you'd allow me," he told her. "I'd like to show you ... really."
"I'd like that," she told him, smiling at him. She wanted him to like her and she was going to be as pleasant as possible, determined to make a good impression on him.
The waiter appeared at the curtain to their cubicle and placed several small dishes of food on the low table, bowed and walked out.
"This is just the beginning, so don't rush and fill yourself too quickly. We have all night, and the food here is the best in Tokyo."
She wasn't sure what was in some of the dishes, but didn't object when he filled a plate with some of each for her and handed her a pair of chop sticks.
"I've never really mastered these things," she said laughing, fumbling with the wooden implements.
"Well, there's no time like the present to learn," he joked, "besides they don't know what silverware is in this establishment."
He moved around in back of her, circling his arms around her and showing her how to hold them. She shuddered slightly when his hands brushed the sides of her breasts as he leaned forward, but she said nothing, perhaps it was an honest mistake. She could not see the grin on his face as his fingers brushed against the ripe softness of her full breasts, a knowing grin that his friend David had not steered him wrong. She was a very beautiful girl, innocent, and it was obvious that she had believed everything that David, and now he, had told her. This was going to be a pleasure for him and it was all he could do to keep from cupping her lovely, sensuous orbs in his hands at that very moment, but he knew that he would have to be patient and wait until later until the stage had been fully set
"I-I-think I see," she stuttered, nervous as she felt his warm breathe on the back of her neck.
"Good," he said, leaning back once again and sitting next to her. She looked at him to see if she could detect any hint of embarrassment over touching her breasts, but his expression was blank.
He acted as if nothing had happened, so she was convinced that he had just slipped, so she forgot about it, and began to enjoy her food. He made sure that her sake cup was full at all times and she was beginning to feel the affects of the alcohol. It was not an unpleasant feeling at all, but rather a warm, safe, secure numbness, a light, carefree feeling and she felt like laughing and dancing.
The waiter brought course after course until she thought that they must have eaten all the food in Tokyo, but she had never had such an enjoyable evening, especially with a perfect stranger. But, somehow, he didn't seem like a stranger anymore, after all, he was a good friend of the man she loved and that made them friends.
They talked as if they had known each other for years throughout the whole dinner and she no longer minded when he reached over and touched her knees as he spoke, or she didn't seem to notice the longing, lustful stares as he devoured every visible curve of her young, curvaceous body with his eyes. Every so often his fingers would close around the flesh just above her knee and squeeze her affectionately, inching his way further and further up beneath her skirt. Her skin felt so soft even beneath the silk of her stockings and it was all he could do to keep himself in check. He wanted to throw her back onto the cushions and over her body with his and tear away the clothing that was hiding her ripe, warm body. He wanted to pierce her very being, bury himself between her thighs and impale her with his stiffening penis, but he resisted, grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the cushions. He held her at arm's length for a moment then kissed her cheek lightly in almost a fatherly gesture.
"You're a lovely girl," he told her, "David's a very lucky man, but let's not talk about him for the moment."
She smiled back at him and took his hand as they walked back to the hotel for a nightcap.
The night air was cool, but she felt warm, inside and out. The sake had relaxed her and she was enjoying Curt's company so much that momentarily she had forgotten about missing David.
They went back to the bar at her hotel and he ordered a special Japanese drink for her. She wasn't sure what was in it, but it tasted like licorice and was very refreshing and light after her meal. The bartender winked at Curt when he ordered the drinks in Japanese and placed one in front of her. She sipped it slowly, letting the cool drink trickle down her throat. It tasted like a tall, liquid candy, not like alcohol at all.
"Do you like that?" Curt asked her. "It's the specialty of the house here."
"It's delicious," she commented. "It reminds me of the corner candy store at home!"
He laughed and the bartender laughed, so she laughed along with them, not knowing what was so funny, but going along with the joke.
They say there for another hour and had a few more drinks when she said that she had better get some sleep if they were going sightseeing the following day.
She went to stand up, but her feet were like rubber and it was difficult for her to keep her balance.
"Ooooh, I guess I've had more to drink than I thought," she said, steadying herself on the bar-stool.
"Here, let me help you," Curt volunteered, taking her arm. "What room are you in?"
"413," she told him as he guided her toward the door.
"Have a nice evening," the bartender told them, grinning knowingly at Curt.
He pushed the button for the elevator and helped her inside. When the door closed behind them he circled her waist with his arms in an effort to hold her up. She was aware of what was a happening, but she just didn't seem to care, her mind was off somewhere else and she felt dizzy and light. His hands tightened around her waist as he helped her from the elevator and toward her room.
"I'm sorry," she stammered, "I feel embarrassed."
"Don't be," he reassured her, "it happens to the best of us, and we have been doing quite a bit of drinking." He smiled to himself, positive that the alcohol had weakened her reflexes and that it would be easy from here on in.
She collapsed on the bed and he sat down next to her, lifting her legs up on the mattress so that her skirt slipped up almost to her waist. He could see the long, slim tapering of her legs, the slight plumpness of her thighs where they bulged above her stockings and the ruffle of lace on her sheer pink panties. She tried to straighten her skirt, but she was too weak.
"I've a confession to make," he told her, leaning over her and peering down the neckline of her dress where her breasts were rising and falling with her heavy, labored breathing. The top of her full, round orbs were pushing out from beneath their confinement as she lay down and he could see the top of her push-up brassiere beneath the jersey material of her dress.
"W-w-w-hat's that," she slurred. "What do you mean?"
"David did tell me that you were coming. He cabled me a few days ago and asked me to explain some things to you that he just couldn't or didn't have time to explain before you left."
She could hear what he was saying and she wanted to ask so many questions, but she couldn't coordinate her words, her lips and tongue felt thick, so she just listened and closed her eyes.
"David is really very fond of you and he didn't want to deceive you, but he didn't have the opportunity to explain everything to you before you had to leave the States."
"Yes," she said simply.
"I knew that you didn't know about his wife when I asked you about her this afternoon. It seemed the easiest way to approach the subject. You see, David is still legally married although he is separated from his wife. He doesn't love her, if that's any consolation, but right now he can't afford to get a divorce. He asked me to tell you so that you wouldn't find out from someone else when you returned. He knows that I'm single and perhaps you would not want to see him anymore under the circumstances and maybe I could ease the blow in some way."
"Noooo," she moaned. "Why ... "
Her head was spinning and she wished that she hadn't drunk so much, wished that she could ask all the questions that were stuck in her brain at that moment, but the liquor had made that impossible.
Curt leaned over her and placed his hand on her thighs and caressed the soft, supple skin of her legs. Her hand struck out at his grasp and tried to push him away, but she was powerless to fight him off.
"I think that David just did me the biggest favor of his life," he added, "sending me such a lovely girl and asking me to help you get over him."
"B-b-ut I don't want ... " her voice trailed off.
"I know that you love him," he continued, "but let me try to help you. I'm free and he's not."
He knew that his words didn't make one bit of difference to her, but he was not going to let the opportunity of having such a delicious girl slip through his fingers.
Tears of hurt and frustration began to stream down her cheeks and she wondered how David could be so cruel, trading her off like she were a piece of cattle. She couldn't believe that he would do such a thing. She refused to believe it!
She struggled weakly, overcome by her own drunkenness more than Curt's hands, as his fingers tore lustfully at the neckline of her dress, pulling it down off her shoulders so that her breasts sprung free, falling out of her half-brassiere.
He gasped audibly when he saw the ripe, soft melons of her breasts and the pinkness of her nipples. He could feel his penis begin to thicken and become hard inside his trousers and he fumbled with the zipper of his fly.
"Relax baby," he grunted as his hands tore the brassiere from her body and his mouth covered her breasts, biting at the tender nipples until they stood hard and erect.
The jersey material of her dress ripped easily as he yanked and pulled until it lay in shreds on the floor. The only thing that protected her now was her stockings and thin panties, but he quickly tore them from her as she beat her hands at his body in a futile effort to stop him. She knew that she was no match for his strength even if she had been sober, but she was completely helpless and at his mercy in her present intoxicated state. Her oval face with its full lips and large, fine eyes looked dull and vacant now as she thrashed back and forth on the bed. She was naked and vulnerable to any advance he chose to make and he seemed to be enjoying, reveling in her helpless state. He pried her knees apart and licked his lips when the coveted pink lips between her legs were revealed to him. Her thighs were quivering from fright and she tried to scream for help, but the words stuck in her throat. Her hips tossed up and down on the bed, but he held her firmly, staring at the tiny, glistening slit of her vagina as he ran his hands up on her legs, holding them firmly, painfully apart in almost a split.
Still leaning over her, he pulled his pants off and let them fall on the floor, his giant penis swinging rigidly forward like a boom of a ship. His testicles dangled loosely in a great profusion of black, wiry hair which covered his thighs, belly and chest. He knelt over the girl, running his greedy, lustful fingers over her soft, porcelain skin, pinching and kneading the flesh until it stood out in angry red welts between his fingers. His mouth crushed down on her bulbous breasts and he bit them savagely until she cried out in pain.
"Nnoooooooo, please . . " she begged him, but he just laughed and continued to satisfy himself in every sadistic way he could think of.
He wasn't going to take her right away, he wanted her to be ripe for him, wanting him when he took her, beg him to take her, so he traced a ticklish pattern down over her breasts and flat trembling stomach with his tongue, flicking in every crease of her skin, every curve of her sensuous, prostrate body.
"Ssssttoooop," she pleaded, "Don't ... please ... but her voice trailed off into a whisper.
He could feel his penis throbbing and jerking up against his hairy belly, anxious to make its mark, but he wanted to wait, make her suffer, humiliate her completely before he rammed is massive rod deep into her waiting channel. Her hands pushed vainly at his big, fleshy body as it pressed possessively against hers and uttered cries that were no more than lost whimpers. As his mouth and tongue traveled down her body, he kept her legs wide apart with his hands as he positioned himself between her thighs. His tongue flicked out like a snake and touched the tiny red knob of her clitoris until it was forced into involuntary erectness.
"OOooooh," she groaned, feeling her body suddenly react to his lustful touch.
He laughed maliciously and grinned with self-satisfaction at his helpless prey beneath him. At this moment he felt that he was the most powerful, sexual man in the world. His mouth sucked voraciously between her loins, dipping his tongue into the dry, but slowly lubricating well between her legs and she tried to twist her body away from his caress, but he held her fast.
"MMMMmmmm," she groaned, feeling her own desire beginning to build, but her mind was still fighting the rape of her body.
She lay there, her arms outstretched as if in supplication, her head thrown back as if she could do no more as he sucked and licked like a man with an unquenchable thirst between her thighs. He knew that he was driving her out of her mind and soon she would be begging him to fuck her, but he wanted her to grovel, to be totally consumed with frustration that she would be willing to promise anything. He was grunting in a pig-like fashion as he nibbled and bit at the sensitive lips of her vagina, bringing her to the apex of her passion and she was afraid that he would force her to climax even though she was fighting it. He seemed to sense that she was getting close to her orgasm so he pulled his mouth away from her wet, open pussy, reluctantly, but he didn't want her to be fulfilled, not just yet. He raised his body up on her again, devouring her full red lips with his once again, and pulled back her thighs until her knees were almost touching her shoulders. His hand went down to his penis that was jerking spastically between her thighs and brushed it against her soft, hair-fined opening.
"OOOOOOHHHHH," she gasped and tried to buck her hips up against his. She felt like an animal herself, totaling uncaring about the morality of what she was doing and how her body was reacting, it just didn't matter to her anymore.
Nothing in the world mattered to her but the swirling heat in her loins.
His hand closed in the crevice between her legs and jerked her hips upward, pulling sharply at the matte of soft, sparse pubic hair that surrounded her vagina. He seemed to be tearing at her, clawing savagely as he lowered his hips so that the blood-filled head of his penis was just at the opening of her channel. His body pressed down on hers and her breasts heaved sharply as if she were suffocating under his weight. Her buttocks slithered from side to side in an effort to ease this heavy hulk from on top of her, but he grabbed her knees and pushed them back sharply so that they almost were touching the mattress in back of her shoulders and he thrust his giant organ into her, deep into her to its fullest length with the first stab.
"Aaaaggggghhhh," she gasped, feeling her vagina being torn from the abrupt and cruel entry. She felt as though she were being ripped apart by his huge, hard, throbbing cudgel, as he drubbed into her body without mercy. She writhed her body back and forty trying to extinguish the blaze of fire that was raging between her legs and she moaned continuously.
"You love it ... I know you love it," he spat at her as he rocked back and forth on his knees, shoving his mammoth prick into her narrow, tight passage. His penis felt hot and heavy, growing thicker and longer with each thrust and he wondered if he could continue his impalement much longer before he would shoot his lot, liquid sperm deep into her belly. He tried to concentrate on the fact that he was making her suffer, he was humiliating her as she had never been before and he didn't want to stop in this degradation in an effort to stay his own natural reflexes. Tears of pain and humiliation streamed down her face, but with each stroke she would feel her vagina begin to lubricate more and ease some of the pressure of his driving rock hard cock.
He opened his mouth and covered her wet face with hot kisses as grunts came from the depths of his throat. His tensing buttocks plunged into her with long, hard, slow pushes as if he wanted to enter her father than was possible, pushing her thighs so wide apart that she felt that she was being split in half. He ground into her ... deeper ... deeper, punishing her, torturing her nearly virginal body into complete subjugation.
She didn't think that she would be able to take much more of his plundering before she would lose consciousness, but she wanted to quench the burning, fiery passion that was now consuming her loins. She was on the brink of her orgasm and she didn't want to let the pain keep her from her own satisfaction. Her mind and thoughts were blurred, confused and she couldn't understand how she could actually be enjoying being raped by a man she barely knew, a man who had taken advantage of her intoxicated state and had forced her to react like an animal to his advances, but yet, she couldn't deny that her body was reacting and she did want to be satisfied as she had never wanted it before.
She tried to raise her hips slightly, but his weight kept pushing her back into the mattress until she could feel the springs in her back as he plunged and pounded like a lust driven maniac into her tight, now hotly clinging pussy.
"OOOOOOHHHHH," she groaned, "YYYEE-EESSSSS ... Fuck me . . she nearly screamed, but not believing the words were coming from her own lips.
"That's it baby," he gasped, "I knew you'd like it!"
With this encouragement, he threw all his weight behind each thrust and he could feel the weight of his penis grow heavier and heavier, the semen boiling in his testicles and he knew that he could wait no longer.
"Here it comes, baby ... drink it up with that not little pussy," he groaned.
"OOOOOOOOOOwww," she gasped as she felt the hot sperm shoot into her belly, flooding her, soaking her. She tensed her hips and shoved them upwards, grabbing at his shoulders and pulling him deeper into her, feeling every inch of his massive, hard rod of flesh as he emptied himself in her. She wanted to take all of him inside her, feel him jerk inside her until she could feel her own contractions begin to ripple inside her. She had never reached this peak, not even come close and it made her shiver all over. David had been so gentle with her when he had deflowered her, but even then she couldn't reach the apex that she was reaching now. It seemed to be so incongruous that she could react so violently, so passionately to this strange man who had taken her forcibly, but she was and she couldn't stop herself. Her hips shuddered and her knees tightened around him as she jerked out her own climax as he finished drubbing into her, his penis becoming flaccid and limp, but still thick.
"NNoooo, don't ... not yet ... " she begged him when she sensed that he was about to pull out of her. She wanted him to stay inside her, she wanted to feel his penis inside her until she had finished. Her head was spinning from her ecstasy as well as the liquor and she didn't want it to end, it couldn't end or she thought she would die.
"You're a hot one," he whispered triumphantly to her..."Soooodamn hot ... "
She didn't care what he called her, what he did to her as long as he didn't leave her, not yet.
Her nails dug into his back and scratched him, pulling him down farther on her, trying to keep his now limp penis inside her. She was like a starving woman with an insatiable appetite. She had just begun to taste the fruits of sexual and sensual pleasure and she was becoming a glutton with her own desire.
"Again ... again ..." she begged him ... "Do it again!"
He was totally exhausted for the moment, but he knew that she would be begging for more. The absinthe had taken awhile to affect her, but now she was like an animal in heat, begging for all the screwing she could get. He grinned down at her as he pulled out of her, knowing that the drinks that she had had after dinner would frustrate her, make her beg for his attentions no matter how lewd and sadistic and he could hardly wait until he had rested and could take her again ... and again.
She writhed and wiggled on the bed, rubbing her legs together, not understanding why she still had the uneasy feeling, the constant desire and she opened her eyes slightly and stared at his deflated, limp organ and wished that it were hard and inside her again. Myriad of thoughts ran through her head, but nothing mattered except the fact that he would fuck her again. She pleaded with him with her eyes, and he grinned at her.
"In a minute, baby, give me a minute," he laughed. "You really are a wild one!"
She let her hands tickle the lips of her vagina, rubbing over her clitoris while he watched her and laughed, knowing that she was being tormented and enjoying every minute of it She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but she had to quench her desire even if she had to masturbate. Her fingers rubbed and probed, pulling the lips of her vagina apart and slipping a finger into her wet, hot channel.
Curt waited for several minutes then walked to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned she was in an ecstatic state, bucking up against her own fingers in an effort to reach another orgasm and he climbed between her legs immediately.
He made love to her off and on throughout the night, forcing her to humor him in any way he desired, getting his own kind of sadistic thrill with each command.
Finally they both fell asleep totally exhausted, but when she awoke about noon the next day, he had gone, but had left her a note thanking her for e wonderful evening and that he would get in touch with her later in the day.
She ordered lunch to be sent to her room, her head still aching from the sake and absinthe and from the shame of knowing what had happened the night before. She remembered vaguely what Curt had told her about David and she decided that she would cable him and ask him to explain. She couldn't wait until she got back to the States, her mind was too confused and she was too hurt to go through the rest of her trip without knowing exactly where she stood. She called the desk, asked for the cable desk and wired him to please call her or wire an explanation of Curt's story, signing it with "All my love."
She didn't want to see Curt that night, but she knew that it would be inevitable. Maybe if she had gotten some sort of a reply from David she could make some excuse and tell him that they were going to work things out. She only hoped that he would not tell David what had happened between them, but deep inside she knew that someday she would have to tell him, or that someday Curt would. This thought troubled her more than anything else, and her hands were shaking as she hung up the phone and waited for the reply that she knew would take hours at the very minimum.
CHAPTER 3
The hours went by slowly, each minute she would look at her watch and hope that David had gotten her cable and that he would call her. About seven that night the phone rang and she ran to answer it, but it wasn't David, it was Curtis.
"Hello, baby," he said, his voice had a mocking tone, but she tried to ignore it and pretend that she had completely forgotten what had happened the night before.
"Who is this," she said, trying to pretend that she didn't recognize his British accent
"Oh, come off it, sweetheart," he chided, "It's your one and only love."
"I'm afraid not," she told him, "my love is in the United States, not in Tokyo."
"I'll be by to pick you up in an hour or so," he told her. "Be ready foi a big night on the town!"
"I can't make it, Curt," she finally told him abruptly. "I'm waiting for a call from David and nothing could make me leave this room until I hear from him."
"So that's the story," he barked, "Well, baby, you're wasting your time with him while I'm here and ready to go, you know that, I think."
The tone of his voice made chills run up her spine and she felt sick when she remembered how she had reacted to him the previous evening, but she was firm in her refusal to see him, and she hung up the receiver in the middle of his next sentence.
Her heart was beating fast and she was perspiring when she hung up the phone. She didn't think that he would come to the hotel after she had told him that she didn't intend to see him anymore, but there was still that possibility. Why didn't David call? Why didn't he let her know what was happening? She couldn't concentrate on anything else and she couldn't sleep, she just stared at the phone, waiting for it to ring.
She leafed through several magazines that were in her room, briefly glanced at the printed pages, but not really reading or remembering anything. Finally at about midnight Tokyo time her phone rang and she picked it up, her hands shaking, a lump in her stomach.
"Hello," she said hesitantly, afraid to breathe for fear that it wouldn't be him.
"This is the overseas operator, I have a call for you."
Her heart was pounding as she waited what seemed an eternity until she heard David's voice.
"Darling," she choked, tears of happiness streaming down her face. "Thank you for calling."
"Sweetheart," he began, "I know what you've heard and I'm a heel for doing it that way, but I couldn't tell you the whole story before you left, so I took the easy way out."
"David," she continued, "Is it true that you want me to forget you, want me to not love you. Is it truer
There was a moment's silence before he answered. "No ... no ... not at all. What did Curt tell you, that bastard ... and he's supposed to be a friend!"
She didn't tell him what had happened, but she related as briefly as possible, that which she could remember, what he had said and what he had implied as far as she could tell.
"Well, darling," he continued, "he got part of the story right. I am married ... legally, but I don't want you to forget me I It's true that I can't afford to get a divorce at this time, but I'm sure that I will be able to work that part out in a year or two. I just wanted you to understand that I wasn't free, in the sense, free to be married if that's what you had in mind, nothing more."
She was crying harder now, half from happiness, half from the knowledge that she had actually believed Curt and that she had drunk so much and had let him make love to her no matter what the circumstances.
"Is there anything I can do to help," she asked, assuming that he could get a divorce earlier if she could help him.
"Sweetheart," he told her, "that's why I have some dealings with people who are not entirely honest and I wouldn't want you to get involved. It's a long story and I'll explain it when you get home."
"But I want to know now," she insisted. "If there's anything at all that I can do, I want to do it!" She was almost pleading with him, asking him to tell her what to do so that he could be free and at least there would be a chance for him to marry her. The way things were now, there was no way that he could marry her and she loved him and wanted him, completely, totally.
"Honey," he said, "the only thing that can help me is money, and I know that you're not rich, so there's nothing that you can do." He was laughing, trying to make her feel better, but her mind was racing, scheming, thinking of ways she could get the money for him.
"How much do you need?" she asked hesitantly. "Do you need it just for alimony?"
"It's not quite as easy as all that," he told her, "and I need a great deal, a great deal at one time."
She thought about the proposition that Vince and Slap had offered to her and Juliet. Maybe this would be the way to get the money for David and her voice was quivering as she mentioned it to him.
"Maybe I could get some money by bringing the jade into the country for your friends," she suggested.
"I couldn't ask you to do that," he answered, but not really telling her not to.
"But, I want to help," she insisted. "Could you have them get in touch with me so that I could see their contacts?"
"I guess I could," he said, "but I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do."
"I love you, don't you understand that. I would do anything to help you."
She felt an overwhelming tenderness for him just then, a complete submission to his every need and wish and there wasn't anything that she wouldn't have done for him.
They talked for several more minutes then he told her that he had to go before his phone bill became the national debt. He kidded with her, laughed, and told her that he couldn't wait for her to return, and she hung up feeling relieved and more in love than ever. She had almost forgotten what Curt had done to her, she couldn't bear a grudge now, she was too much in love and nothing else mattered to her. She was loved by David and she was going to help him in any way and every way she could, she was determined of that.
The next day the airline called her and told her that she would have to leave Tokyo a few hours early because she was being re-routed to Hong Kong and would be there for several days before she returned to the States.
"Oh no," she moaned, knowing that it would mean being away from David for several more days, but in one way it offered the prospect of picking up the jade that Vince and Skip had wanted and a chance to make some money. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to take this chance, but if it was going to help David, she would do it
She packed the next morning and checked out of the hotel, ignoring a message that ,had been left by Curt sometime late the night before.
Her flight to Hong Kong was smooth and she was anxious to see if she could get in touch with someone who might know where she could make the best deal on jade. The jewel market was quite large and she knew that she took a chance of being fooled by some of the less scrupulous merchants, especially if they found out she knew nothing about jade or any of the more precious stones, but it was a chance she had to take.
She went to her hotel and had a bellboy take her bags to her room, then she went directly to the center of town to ask about buying some jewels, uncut jewels. She was told to see a man named Kim Soon, a heavy set merchant who dealt strictly in uncut stones so she walked for about three more blocks and found a small, out of the way shop and went in. She looked around for about ten minutes before a small, fat man came out from the back of the store and asked whether he could help her.
"I was told to see you about some uncut jade," she told him. She didn't like his appearance, he looked dirty, sloppy and his eyes narrowed in an unpleasant way when he spoke, almost as though they were completely closed. She felt as though he were staring right through her and she had the urge to turn and run out of the shop.
"How much jade do you want?" he asked her, "What color?"
She hesitated, not knowing what to say. She had always assumed that jade was just one color, green, and she had no idea how much she could afford to take into the States, or how much it would cost her.
"I'm not sure," she stammered.
"The market value on jade is very high right now," he continued. "It's very risky to sell it in large blocks, but I'll see what I can do."
He went into the back of the store again and stayed there for about fifteen more minutes. She walked aimlessly around the shop, looking at the antique jewelry and ornaments that were in the dust covered cases. The shop certainly didn't look very prosperous and she wondered how he could possibly make a living from that tiny store.
She thought that he had forgotten about her and was about to leave the store when he reappeared.
"I can have a block of jade for you this evening. The price is 200 American dollars, take it or leave it." His voice was so blas' that she felt reasonably sure that she was making a good deal, but she hesitated for a few minutes.
"A block like the one you're going to get is worth a few thousand on the American market when its cut," he added, sensing that she was debating about what to do.
"Shall I pick it up here at the shop?" she asked him. "What time?"
He handed her a card and told her that he would deliver the jade to her at the address printed on the card and that she should meet him there around nine o'clock. She took the card and started back toward the hotel. She didn't like the idea of meeting this sleazy looking man at some strange place, but it seemed to be the only way she could get the jade and that was the important thing.
She wished that she knew more about what she was doing, but there was nothing that she could do about it now, she had made the contact and she hoped that she would get the jade into the States safely. David told her that he would get in touch with Vince and Skip and tell them that she would make a buy for them, so she was hoping that she would hear some word from them about it while she was still in Hong Kong.
That evening she left the hotel about eight and asked a cab driver to take her the address printed on the card.
"You sure you want to go there, lady," he asked her. "It's a pretty rough part of the city."
She told him that that was where she had to go, so he shook his head and drove through the narrow, garbage-lined streets in the other end of town. There were few street lights and so it was difficult to see the house numbers, but finally the cab pulled up in front of a dingy, run-down building and the driver told her that she was there.
"This is it?" she asked hesitantly.
"I told you it wasn't nice, lady," the driver almost barked at her. "But you insisted."
She paid the driver and got out, looking around for some other sign of life. The building was almost dark, except for a small ray of fight that shown through a crack in one of the boarded windows. She went down a few steps and knocked lightly on the door. She could hear the faint tinkling of chimes and flutes coming from somewhere inside the building and it gave her an eerie feeling. She waited a few minutes then knocked again, a little louder this time.
The door opened a crack and the fat jeweler stuck his head around the corner to see who it was. When he saw her he opened the door and motioned for her to come inside.
He escorted her into a small, nearly dark room that was so smoke filled that it was difficult to see exactly how many people were sitting around. She could tell that there were mostly men, but a few scantily clad girls were floating through the men, waiting on them and just seeing that they were taken care of. The smoke had a sweet, pungent odor and she wondered what it was that they were smoking. There was a communal pot in the center of the men and they were taking turns passing around a long, thin pipe, each man inhaling deeply. A few of the girls were smoking also, and everyone seemed to be in a catatonic state, not smiling, not frowning, just sitting there expressionless.
"Sit down," Kim Soon ordered her, reaching for a cushion so she would have a place to sit.
"Did you bring the jade?" she asked, impatient to pay for it and get out of that place.
"In due time," he told her, "Just relax, the evening is just beginning."
"But I have to leave," she told him, hoping that he would give her the jade and let her leave.
"You have nothing to do," he said matter-of-factly, "besides the boys wouldn't like it if you were rude to me."
"What boys," she asked him, totally amazed at his forward attitude.
"The boys in the States," he said, "Vince and his boys!"
She was stunned, how did he know about Vince and Skip. She wondered if he knew about David too.
"How ... how..." she stammered.
"The jewelry market is a very small and tight one," he said, "and when you wanted to buy jade, uncut, I placed a call. You are an American girl and if you are going to smuggle jade into your country. I thought that they should know about it."
"What did they say," she asked.
"They told me that they had heard you were going to make a buy and that they would contact you when you reach Hawaii." He grinned at her, showing his yellow, decaying teeth. "So just relax, you're not going anywhere."
She had never felt more trapped in her life and she wanted to tell him to forget it, but if David had already told Vince and Slap, which he obviously had, she was too involved now to back out.
"What are they smoking," she finally asked, as she watched them pass around the pipe a few more times.
"Hashish and opium," he told her. "You should try it, it's very relaxing."
"No, I don't think so," she said, but he had already motioned for the pipe and was holding it for her.
"Try it," he told her and his tone of voice made it more of an order than an offer.
"No ... no ... really," she said again. "I don't care to."
"It will make the evening more pleasant if you do," he laughed, "and you're going to be here for the evening, so you may as well enjoy yourself."
She knew that she wouldn't be able to leave that awful little room until he was ready to let her go, so hesitantly she took the pipe and pretended to take a long drag, then handed the pipe back to him.
"Take some more," he commanded her, "you didn't get any that time."
She couldn't fool him and even though she was afraid that she would get sick from the sweetness of the drug, she took a small puff. The smoke filled her lungs and she coughed. The taste was acrid and she thought that she might get sick, but she didn't. Kim Soon watched her closely, moving his cushion over nearer to hers, his beady eyes taking in every move she made.
The pipe was passed around a few more times and each time Kim Soon made sure that she had some of the terrible mixture, but after a few times her head began to feel numb in a feathery-light sort of way and the music seemed to be resounding in her brain, almost as though the notes were coming from within her. She began to sway back and forth to the rhythm and her head nodded up and down in time with the music. A few more of the girls joined the men and began to smoke from the pipe as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Several of the girls were quit attractive, but they looked hard in a way that was difficult to describe.
Their movements were so graceful, so womanly, yet their faces showed the lines of aging and hard luck, almost a calloused facade when everything else seemed so gentle. No one spoke, they just sat there listening to the music and smoking. She had heard of opium dens and things like this in the Orient, but she never thought that she would be a part of one.
She could feel the affects of the dope and she felt lethargic, listless and completely uncaring, time seemed to have stopped except for the music that kept repeating itself over and over again.
Finally one of the women, a girl actually, about nineteen got up from the group of men and began swaying back and forth to the music, undulating her hips. She wore a loose kimona which clung to her figure as she moved. She looked as though she were part Chinese and perhaps part Negro. She was fairly tall, with long thin legs, well rounded hips and a narrow waist. Her breasts appeared to be quite full and they jiggled slightly as she moved, revealing the fact that she was not wearing a brassiere.
Her face was delicate, yet expressionless, with a mask of defiance or tragedy, yet her black flashing eyes held the fire of courage. Her long dark hair was tied loosely at the nape of her neck and hung half-way down her back.
She walked around the circle of men, moving slowly, sensuously, like a cat, letting them admire the sleekness of her firm, young body. For the first time all evening, the men looked up from the bowl in the center of the room to watch her as she moved. Her hips were swaying gently and the tie of her kimona loosened slightly and the garment fell apart, revealing a few inches of her bare bosom, just enough so that you could see the firm roundness of the gently moving flesh.
She stretched her arms outward as if she were daring her kimona to come apart. As she moved, her long, olive-skinned legs were visible where her robe separated just below the waist.
Carolyn watched her, fascinated, she moved so gracefully, and so sensuously. Her hands moved to the tie on her kimona and you could feel the tenseness in the group as she undid the string that was holding the robe together and let the garment slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. The music had risen in volume and her dancing became faster and faster, her round, full breasts bounced saucily as she twisted and turned, moving between the men, leaning over so that her soft, ripe orbs hung just above their reach while they were sitting down. Kim Soon moved closer to her and she could feel his hot breath on her cheek and neck and she shuddered. His hand was rubbing his crotch absentmindedly, feeling the hard bulge of his penis as it jerked against the cloth of his trousers. All the men were breathing rapidly and even the women seemed to be enthralled with the movements of this beautiful girl. Her hips were full-fleshed and solid, covered only by black lace panties. The bulge of her thighs was soft and cushiony and was accentuated by the tight elastic of her panties. Her pelvis undulated forward and back, teasing, taunting, daring the men to rip the thin covering from her body. Her nipples stood erect on her heavy, firm breasts as they quivered as she danced. It was impossible to watch and not want to touch her, press against her, take her, and it was obvious that all the men were just waiting for the first one to make a move. They rocked back and forth, pressing their legs together to control their erections that were rapidly becoming more and more obvious.
Her buttocks quivered and she stood in one place for just a moment and let her body shake all over. In the darkness she looked like a mirage, so beautiful that it was difficult to believe that she was real. Her hands cupped her breasts and pushed them up, holding them gingerly, letting the men admire their fullness, their firmness and she gave them several minutes to absorb this pose, letting them realize exactly what she was offering them. You could hear the heavy breathing in the room and she, too, was beginning to get excited, watching this woman gyrate and tease the men, she found it vicariously stimulating and imagined that it was she instead of the dark-skinned girl who was making the men desire her.
Kim Soon's hand was now resting on her thigh and she did nothing to stop him. She could feel his fingers tighten and loosen on her skin each time the girl rocked her hips forward as though she were offering her treasure to every man in the room. The opium had dulled her senses and yet at the same time intensified them and it didn't matter who the man was next to her, she found the situation sensually exciting, animalistic and she was enjoying it. She could feel a tightness growing in her loins, a desire that was becoming stronger and stronger, so she leaned back, supporting herself against Kim Soon's shoulder. He took this as an encouragement and his hand slipped even further up on her leg, reaching well beneath her skirt. She was enjoying the power she had over him now, he wanted her while he watched the other girl dance and it was a strange, almost sadistic power that she was experiencing. She knew that the opium was affecting her, but she had such a warm glow, such a sensual feeling that the only thing that mattered was that she was a woman and she wanted a man ... any man.
The more opium she smoked, the less disgusting Kim Soon looked. She no longer noticed his squinty eyes, his decayed teeth and his paunchy body, he was the male animal and that was all that mattered. She had never found Oriental men particularly attractive, they were all too short, either extremely thin or grossly fat, sloppy and unkempt, but tonight it was no longer in her thoughts.
The dark-skinned girl stood in a dim flicker of light and ran her hands over her hips and thighs, pulling batingly at the elastic of her panties until they slipped over the broadest part of her hips, the vee of her loins and finally over her smooth, trim calves and she stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor where she stood.
The men gasped as she revealed the firm plumpness of her buttocks, the flatness of her belly and their eyes came to rest on the soft-down-covered patch between her legs. She weaved her way in an out of the men, posing with her legs apart every few feet so that they could look up between her naked thighs and view the pink vaginal lips and the tiny slit of her open cunt. Eyes were popping out in the darkness, absorbing the erectness of her nipples, the cleavage of her buttocks and the spot between her legs where each man wished that he could bury himself. She moved her legs out and around in a circular motion, her vee catching the tiny ray of light as it shown on her completely naked body. Her face was contorted with an expression of lust and desire, almost of pain, as though she were being impaled by some invisible penis, her body moving faster and faster as though she were working up to an orgasm and the music got louder and louder. She undulated and writhed for several more minutes then collapsed to the floor, her legs slightly apart, her breasts jiggling each time her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing.
Carolyn was squirming in her seat, not really aware that Kim Soon had worked his fingers up inside her skirt and was fumbling with the elastic of her garters and her panties. She could feel her head becoming heavier and heavier and she wanted to lie down. Kim Soon moved slightly when she went to lean against him again and she fell backwards onto several cushions that were stretched out in back of her. Her legs fall apart slightly and Kim Soon moved around so that he was more in front of her. She tried to push his hands away for just a second when she realized that the other men in the room were not watching her and Kim Soon rather than the other girl. She glanced over to where the other girl had been lying and she was no longer there, in fact, none of the girls were left, they had all gone off with one or two of the men, but there were still about twelve of the men left in the room. She began to panic, wondering what she could do, but Kim Soon's hands were planted firmly on her thighs while his fingers worked feverishly to get beneath the tight elastic crotch band of her panties.
One of the other men moved in back of her and began to run his fingers through her hair, feeling its texture and admiring its color. Blonde hair was a rarity and something to be desired and this man couldn't take his hands off of her.
"No ... nooo," she mumbled weakly, the drugs sapping all of her energy and power.
The men in the room just grinned silently and when she looked down at Kim Soon, he too was grinning lecherously at her and he had unzipped his fly and his erect penis was standing out from his fat belly like a long, hard spike. She tried to sit up once again, but the man in back of her was holding onto her hair and Kim Soon was pulling at her panties, trying to slip them over her hips so that they would be able to take her.
"Stop ... sssttop," she pleaded with him, but by now the other men had formed a circle around her and suddenly she knew in all her horror that nothing was going to stop them.
She could feel several pairs of hands on her, unbuttoning her skirt, ripping at her blouse and brassiere and the clothing being torn from her body. She flailed her hands at the grabbing fingers, but there were too many to fight. She folded her arms over her chest in an effort to protect herself and prevent them from tearing her brassiere from her body, but two pairs of hands grabbed her wrists and held them out while someone else ripped the lace piece of clothing from her body. Her full, white soft breasts fell free and she could hear the men gasp when they saw the firm luscious mounds spring into view. Oriental women are mostly flat-chested and her full bosom was something exciting and new for them. Her skin was white, not swarthy or olive and her pink nipples became erect when they contacted the cool air and she could feel hands, a seeming thousand of them, hungrily grasping and massaging their fullness, pinching her nipples.
Kim Soon had pulled her skirt from her hips and she was clothed only in her stockings and garters and tiny, bikini panties, but his hands were already pulling at them and soon she was completely stripped and pinned down by several of the men.
It seemed as though she were being mauled and pinched by thousands of hands, there wasn't an inch of flesh on her body that was not being felt, squeezed and prodded.
"She's so soft," one of them said, "so white and soft."
She forced her eyes open and stared at Kim Soon with hatred, but he just laughed and ordered one of the other men to hold her ankles while he removed his clothes. He stood up, his penis jerking wildly in the air and let his trousers fall to the floor. His body was glistening with sweat and his taut stomach protruded like a pregnancy. He was completely hairless except for a tuft of black, wiry hair at the base of his penis and testicles. He was a ludicrous sight, his rigid organ bobbing out from beneath his paunch and even in her agony she wanted to laugh at him.
"Maybe we can change your luck," he laughed, kneeling down again and taking his place at her feet. The other men, in turn, dropped their clothing in a pile until they were all naked in a group around her. Some of them were skinny, some were fat, and all of them hairless. It seemed as though she were surrounded by a sea of hard glistening penises, all jerking and bobbing over her and she was to drown in them. Kim Soon's hands ran up her thighs and prodded at the tiny opening between her legs.
"Stretch her legs out," he ordered two men on either side of her, "Let's see what she has to offer."
Four hands grabbed her legs and spread-eagled them on the floor until only her buttocks remained on the cushion. The cushions that were supporting her back and head were pulled out from beneath her so that her hips were raised higher than any other part of her body. The man who was holding her head in his hands was now on his knees so that his huge organ jerked just above her face. She tried to turn away, but his hands held her head in a vice-like grip. Tears overflowed and rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't move except when the men's hands moved her and she was completely helpless.
She felt a finger prodding at the tiny slit of her vagina and she made a futile effort to turn her hips, but the finger pushed roughly betwen her swollen lips and into her dry, narrow channel.
"Aaaggggghhhhh," she yelled at the sudden stab of pain.
"She's not ready for us," Kim Soon laughed, "but well take care of that."
One of the men passed the opium pipe to Kim
Soon who in turn handed it to the man who was at her head.
"Smoke!" he ordered and the pipe was forced between her tightly clenched teeth.
She took a puff of the foul smelling dope and felt a renewed numbness swell in her head, then her muscles relax and her body go limp.
"That's more like it," Kim Soon said. "It will only be a minute now."
He worked his finger inside her until she could feel the walls of her passage begin to lubricate around his stubby digit, and she moaned when his fingernail scraped roughly at the lining.
Hands were attacking her from all directions and finally a mouth covered one of her breasts and began sucking loudly and harshly on the nipple.
"Ooooooooh," she gasped from the stimulation and the pain, but her groans were cut off, because when she gasped the next time, the man at her head leaned forward and slipped his thick, throbbing cock between her even, white teeth, and she almost choked.
"Suck it!" he ordered her, "suck it good."
"Just look at our little American tourist," Kim Soon said, "look at all the attention she's getting."
The other men were moving nervously, watching her lips as they closed loosely around the man's thick prick.
"I said suck it," he commanded her again, moving back and forth, pulling and pushing it in and out of her mouth.
Her tongue could feel the veins where they stood out on his blood-filled rod, and she could feel the tip of it push against the back of her tonsils, as he shoved deeper and deeper, mercilessly into her throat.
"Fuck her," the men urged Kim Soon. "Fuck her good so we can have our turns."
"One of you take her first, I've got something else in mind for her," he replied.
They didn't need any encouragement and the man closest to Kim Soon was quickly between her legs, his erect, pulsing penis jerking just over her soft, hair lined vaginal passage. He lowered himself until the head of his prick pushed the vaginal lips apart slightly and he could feel himself easing inside her.
"Fuck her ... fuck her," the men chanted, and he thrust his stiff spear deep nto her belly, feeling the tight walls of her vagina close around him like a warm, wet blanket.
"Ooohh, she's so tight," he grunted, "So fuckin' tight!"
He plunged into her with uncontrolled fury, not caring about anything ut emptying the heavy weight of his sperm into her. She was helplessly pinned to the floor and she couldn't move to ease the pressure of his horrible, cruel impalement.
The man who was thrusting his hardened rod of flesh into her throat was on the verge of his climax and his face was twisted in a sensual contortion, complete ecstasy. She could taste the bitterness of his sperm as tiny drops formed at the head of his penis and she was afraid that she would be sick.
"Harder ... suck it harder..." he commanded and she tightened her lips around his still thickening staff.
"Here it comes, baby," he choked out. "Here it comes," as the first spurt of the hot liquid shot into her mouth and throat and she desperately swallowed to keep on breathing.
"MMMMMmmmmhhhhhffff," she choked as the semen ran down her throat and into her belly. He held her head so tightly that she could not spit out a drop of his offering and was forced to swallow every tiny, pungent morsel. Finally she could feel his once rigid member begin to soften and she hoped that he would withdraw. The warm, thick taste of his sperm took her mind off the battering her vagina was taking for the moment and she barely noticed as one man finished and another mounted her, and there was nothing she could do about it anyway.
She hoped that she could faint, but she was not that fortunate and she had to bear the weight of each man as they took their turn emptying their testicles into her as though she were the only vagina in the world, the only receptacle for their lust.
When the others had finished with her, Kim Soon commanded two of the men to turn her over.
"Aaahhh," they murmured, "This should be delightful."
A new flood of tears rolled down her face as tough hands grabbed her and pushed her over on her stomach. Her full ripe breasts were pressed against the cold floor as she lay flat.
"Raise her up," he commanded the men. "On her knees!"
She was not fully aware of what was going on or what they were going to do to her, the only thing she could feel were the hands prodding and pushing her this way and that. A pair of hands reached beneath her and raised her hips upwards so that her buttocks was high in the air and her arms were flat out on the floor. Someone reached under and pinched the nipples of her breasts cruelly, then laughed when she cried out in pain. She could feel Kim Soon's hands running over the soft, smooth skin of her buttocks, stroking it gently at first, then his fingers separated the cheeks of her behind and he studied the tiny puckered hole of her anus. It didn't take much imagination for her to finally realize what they were going to do to her and she pleaded desperately with them to let her go.
"NNNOOOOO, Please," she cried, her eyes desperate and frightened.
He was grinning lasciviously at her and all the men were waiting, holding their breath for the moment when he would sodomize this beautiful, helpless young American girl.
He leaned forward and thrust his tongue at the tiny, elastic opening, moistening it with his saliva while his other hand pulled back the foreskin of his penis in preparation of his taking her. The head of his massive organ was bright red, and glistened with little drops of his own semen that had oozed out from his staff. The grins and laughs of his companions grew wider and louder, a sadistic gleam in their eyes.
"I'm ready," he announced, his hands locking around the firm flesh of her thighs and pulling her back toward his hard, menacing cock. She could feel the pressure of his penis against her virginal aperture and she screamed when he shoved her back hard onto his rod.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH," she screamed. "NOOOOOO!! ! "
The men were all laughing, wild animal cries were coming from their throats as they watched this erotic cruel impalement of the helplessly kneeling girl.
"Push her back on me," he commanded them. "Push her!"
Two of the men grabbed the flesh of her hips and pushed with all their strength, guiding her poor, tortured buttocks back onto his rock hard cock, but he could not force himself inside the tight, tiny opening.
"Harder ... Harder, damn it," he commanded, beads of perspiration breaking out all over his body.
He gritted his teeth because the pressure on the head of his penis was painful, but he had to have her this way, this final degrading way, before he would let her go.
The men pushed and pushed, pulling her cheeks further apart until her tiny resisting hole finally gave way and he slipped his massive cock into the soft, warm confines of her straining rectum.
"UUUUGGGGGHHHFFF," she cried, the pain almost too much to bear.
He rammed his hips forward with all his strength as the men continued to push her backwards until she was firmly planted on his thick, jerking penis.
"Okay..." he gasped, grabbing her thighs and rocking into her, watching his thick cannon-like cock disappear between the fleshy cheeks of her upraised buttocks. His face was screwed with pain and sadistic pleasure as her rectum clung like a hot, warm clamp to his pulsating cock as he fucked in and out like a maddened demon. It wasn't easy to thrust into her because she was so tight, but he had never felt anything quite so delicious in his life.
Carolyn was sobbing uncontrollably, the pain ripping through her entire body, punishing her, tearing her, mutilating her backside. The men all watched with rapt attention while Kim Soon jerked and ground his way into her, the blood in his penis racing, but the flesh turning almost white when he began to pull out in preparation for another thrust. Perspiration was running down the Oriental's body, drenching him and the others wished that they could now have her that way also, but Kim Soon was not through with her. Several of the men reached out and grabbed her breasts, fondling them cruelly and one man inserted two fingers sharply into her sperm soaked vagina and began wiggling them until she thought she would go out of her mind. What was happening to her ... what were they doing to her ... what could she do?
She could feel a tenseness disappear in her buttocks as the man continued his fingering of her clitoris and vagina and through her opium daze she wished that Kim Soon would turn her over and take her the proper way. Even after having twelve men, she still wanted morel
The men began to play with their naked genitals until every man had another full erection and each one wanted to bury it into her ... anywhere. She looked up and a man grabbed her head and held it straight ahead, forcing her to stare at his bobbing penis while he masturbated himself into a climax.
Kim Soon could feel his testicles begin to grow heavier with each thrust and he knew that the pressure of her rectum would soon force him to cum. He straightened his body and flattened his hips against the cushion of her buttocks and waited for several seconds before he pulled himself out, almost to the very tip of his erect prick, then shoved it into her again with all his might. When he felt the tip of his phallus touch the innermost part of her soft, clinging rectal passage he began to spurt out his molten, boiling sperm.
"OOOOOfffff," he groaned, "I'm cumming ... I'm cumming!"
He felt dizzy with relief as he emptied himself in her, wetting her anal passage with his life-giving sperm for the first time. Her rubbery hole was torn slightly and little drops of blood were forming around the base of his penis as he jerked into her and he could feel her body grow heavier as she tried to collapse on the floor, but his hands held her in place until he squeezed the last drop of his sperm from his slowly deflating penis.
When he had finished he held her there for a few more minutes until he could catch his breath, then he fell limply backwards onto a cushion on the floor. She collapsed in a sprawling position, not caring that her legs were not together, not caring if anyone else took her, not caring about anything except the wish to die.
The man who had been fingering her had his nand caught underneath her when she fell, and he made no effort to remove it once she was stretched out on the foor. He wiggled his fingers faster inside her and watched his own penis jerk in the air until he, too, began to cum, the sperm running down his long, thick shaft to the juncture of his loins.
She was sobbing, but her eyes were dry, no more tears would come. She had been totally degraded, humiliated and there was no longer a sexual opening on her body that had not been ravished, tortured and torn. She felt that she would never be clean again, nothing in the world could cleanse the filth that she felt inside. Her legs were sticky with dried semen and blood, red welts were rising on her breasts, stomach and hips from the menacing fingers and hands and she ached all over, inside and out.
"Dear God ... no," she moaned, before she lost consciousness and fell into a drugged but gratefully relieved sleep.
CHAPTER 4
She was still on the floor, but someone had covered her with a blanket, when she awoke the next morning. The men had all left, but a young girl was kneeling by her, sponging her body with warm soapy water, cleansing her and putting an ointment on her welts and bruises.
"Was it very bad?" the girl asked sympathetically.
Carolyn opened her eyes slowly and looked up at the girl. It was the girl who had done the strip the night before. Somehow she looked much younger than she had imagined, somewhere in her middle teens.
"Oooohh," she groaned when the girl touched her bruises.
"I know," the girl answered her, "I've been through it all too."
"What do you mean," she stammered. "I don't understand, my head is still clouded. What was I smoking anyway?"
"Opium," she answered, "I'm sure Kim Soon told you."
"That's right," she murmured, "about the same as pot, isn't it?" The girl laughed, "Not quite ... not quite."
"Oh," she said, "Stronger."
"Much!"
Carolyn was not sure that she could even move. Little by little the events of the previous night came back to her and the jade crossed her mind.
"The jade," she said aloud. "I didn't get the jade!"
"Don't worry," the girl told her, "Kim Soon will be here shortly and I'm sure he will tell you what to do."
"Do you live here," she asked the Eurasian girl. "Is this your apartment?"
"No, not really," she said, "The gang just uses this place for its entertaining and parties. The police don't come into this area very often, it's too dangerous."
"Too dangerous for the police?" she queried.
"You are naive," she said. "How long have you known Kim Soon?"
Briefly as possible she told the girl the story who listened, her eyes filled with pity.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I thought that you were one of the new imports."
"Imports?"
"Yes, you see the Chinese men do not see many blonde women and they are a specialty for them, the price is very high.
Carolyn was finally getting the picture. The girl thought that she was a prostitute and had been brought here for the men's entertainment.
"I'm a stewardess," she told her. "That's all, I know nothing about these "imports". "
"Do you think you can move," the girl asked. "And by the way, call me Saiyong."
"I'm Carolyn," she said. "Yes, I think I can walk now, thank you."
Saiyong helped her to her feet and into a chair that was in the corner of the room and brought her some tea.
They talked for a little while longer when Kim Soon came into the apartment, grinning lewdly at the two girls engrossed in their conversation.
"What a charming picture," he said. "Did you two get well acquainted?"
Saiyong nodded and left the room, leaving Carolyn alone with him. He pulled up a chair next to hers and reached into his pocket and handed her a fairly small, but heavy package.
"This is your jade," he told her simply. "I know that you have to leave Hong King this afternoon for Hawaii and you are to deliver this to Vince in Honolulu. He'll be meeting your plane."
"I have to go back to the hotel first," she told him, hoping that she could get away and contact the American Consulate or the police.
"I've taken the liberty of having your things packed for you and they are in the car that will drive you to meet your plane."
He had thought of everything and she realized that she had gotten herself into something way above her head, something that she hadn't bargained for and something that she wasn't sure that she could handle.
"Oh, I see," she whispered, not looking at him.
He reached behind her and put his arm on her shoulder and squeezed.
"Relax, baby," he laughed and said in his thick chinese accent, "We're going to be friends for a long time I"
I doubt that, she thought to herself, not if I have anything to do with it. She knew if they watched her this closely all the time that it would be difficult for her to fly in and out of Hong Kong or anywhere in the Orient for that matter without them meeting her plane and picking her up, and even watching her while she was at home. The thought frightened her and she wished that David were there to tell her what to do. Certainly he didn't know what had happened to her, and she wasn't sure that she could tell him, she wasn't sure that he would understand.
She glanced at her watch and tried to straighten her clothes as best as possible.
"Never mind that," he said, "I've brought your uniform in with me so that you can change," and he handed her a hanger with her flight outfit on it.
When she was dressed he went with her to the car and got in alongside of her. The driver didn't turn around, but she was certain that it was one of the men whom had raped her the night before.
Her hands were trembling as she fingered the package in her palms. This tiny package would bring a lot of money on the American market and she hoped that she would see her commission for bringing it into the country, that is, if she didn't get caught. It was small enough to fit into her flight purse and they never checked them, so she didn't anticipate any trouble.
Kin Soon waited with her until he saw her board the plane, then waved, smiling maliciously as she closed the door after the last of the serviceman and their families were on board.
The plane was not in the air for more than ten minutes when the other stewardess who had been based in Hong Kong approached her and said, "You look awful, don't you feel well?"
"No, I'm fine," she lied, "Just saw a bit too much of the city last night, I guess," and forced herself to laugh. No one could know or even suspect what had happened, or she would break down and that would be disastrous; she just couldn't let it happen! She wanted to tell someone so badly, see if someone could help her, but she decided that it would be best to wait until she could talk with David.
She worked her trip mechanically, not really listening to what the passengers were asking her or telling her, her mind was occupied. She dreaded landing in Honolulu, feared what Vince and Skip, if he were along, would say to her. She was sure that they already knew about their experiences Tokyo and Hong Kong and she wondered if Juliet did too, in fact, she wondered if her roommate had gone through the same thing at home. It was too horrible to think about and she wanted to cry, but she kept her voice as calm as possible when she announced to the passengers that they would be landing in about ten minutes and would they please fasten their seat belts.
The landing was smooth, but her stomach was still churning. When she opened the rear door the warm night air blew into the fuselage, the scent of the island flowers permeating the entire plane. Ordinarily she would have welcomed the freshness, the cleanliness of the island breeze, but tonight it chilled her and it was with apprehension that she peered over the crowd of greeters that were waiting for their loved ones who were returning.
She didn't see Vince immediately, but she knew that he was there, watching her from behind the glass that separated those who were waiting and those who had to wait to go through customs. The passengers filed off the plane and after making a last minute check for any personal belongings that might have been left behind, she walked down the steps and through the gates to where they checked the airline personnel in and out of customs. She had made that walk so many times, but now her legs were shaking and her hands were perspiring as she waved hello to some of the officials she knew and waited her turn to be checked through.
"How are you tonight? Nice trip," they asked automatically as they leafed almost carelessly through her luggage. Her hand gripped her flight purse for fear that they would ask to see that too, but they waved her through and told her that they would see her in about two weeks.
She walked down the narrow corridor and into the waiting room, and then she felt a hand on her arm. She nearly jumped and screamed, but when she turned she saw David!
"Darling!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him and hanging on. "What are you doing here?"
He kissed her lightly, but it was another voice who answered her question.
"He accompanied me," the gruff voice replied. She looked over David's shoulder and faced Vince who was grinning at her like a Cheshire cat
"Really," she said sarcastically, mustering her nerve now that David was there.
"Come on, honey," David told her, "Let's get out of here, we have to talk."
She sensed that something was wrong, David seemed nervous and tense, but then she thought, maybe it was just her. After all, her nerves had taken quite a beating the past few days and she was probably being hyper-sensitive.
Together they walked through the milling crowds in the airport and jumped into a limousine that was waiting for them.
Vince did not tell the driver where to go, he drove off in the direction away from most of the hotels along the beach.
"We've rented a house here," David finally told her, "We're going there."
Vince had not asked her about the jade, perhaps because the driver was not one of his associates, she didn't know. She could feel the weight of it in her purse and she wanted him to take it and give her her commission so that she could give the money to David so that he wouldn't worry, but at the moment, that was impossible, so she just sat there, saying nothing and clinging to his hand.
David leaned over a few times during the ride and kissed her on the cheek and squeezed her hand, but he said nothing, neither did Vince, they rode in silence.
They seemed to drive for about a half an hour before the car turned into a tree-lined drive and up to a modern, one-story house. Vince jumped out and David helped her out and handed the driver the luggage to carry into the house. She looked quizzically at David, but his expression was blank, it told her nothing.
Vince walked directly to the bar and poured them all a drink, not bothering to ask what anyone wanted, but it didn't really matter. She took a long gulp of the liquor and seated herself in a comfortable chair and waited for someone to say something.
"Okay," Vince said, breaking the silence, "Let me see what they gave you." The statement was directed to Carolyn and she reached into her purse and handed him the small package.
He opened it hurriedly and studied the piece of uncut jade and smiled. "Quite a good piece," he commented, then laid it on the table. "It should bring a lot on the market." He seemed quite pleased so she relaxed somewhat.
David sat down opposite her, but Vince remained standing.
"That will pay you $300 commission," he said blankly, not even looking at her, then added, "Do you want to tell her the rest, David or should I?"
She looked over at David who was shuffling his feet nervously and trying not to look at her.
"I'll tell her," he said, then raised his head.
"Carolyn, baby," his voice was soft and unsure, "I wasn't quite honest with you on the phone, but let me explain before you get angry."
"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice was choked and shaking.
"I mean, that I not only need the money for my divorce, I need it to pay back Vince."
"Pay Vince for what?" a fear gnawing in her stomach.
"Honey," he continued, "I got myself into some trouble not too long ago, ran up some gambling debts with the syndicate and now they want to be paid. Vince covered them for me if I would go into business with him, and unfortunately, that's where you came in."
"You were using me," she screamed. "You knew all along what they were going to do, and you used me!"
"It's not like that all ... please believe me." he insisted.
"You don't know ... you just don't know," she answered, tears of hurt and humiliation streaming down her face. She had never felt so ashamed and degraded in her life. She had believed him, tried to help him and the whole time he had known what they were going to do to her.
"I didn't know that they would play so rough, but when I called you in Tokyo and you said that you would help me, I thought that this would be an easy answer to our problem, I do care for you, you must believe me."
"How can I? You had warned me about Vince, told me to be careful, and now it appears that you've led me right into their trap."
"It's not as bad as all that," Vince interjected. "Wait 'til you hear the rest of our plan."
"I'm not sure I want to," she said. "I'm not sure I want to at all."
"But you've got to, sweetheart. Unfortunately we're both in this now up to our necks and we have no choice."
"Oh David," she cried, "Why? Why?"
"It's not as bad as all that," he said, "Really."
"That's what you think," she barked at him through her tears.
"Just calm down and listen ... Please!" He was beginning to lose his temper, but it was more out of nervousness than anger.
"Okay ... okay ... what is it?" she asked.
"I want to continue to make your trips to the Orient, at least for the next month or so, just like you have been, and continue to bring me the jade. My contacts will get in touch with you, you won't have to worry about a thing, it will all be take care of."
"That's all," she asked. "That's all I have to do? What about your goons in Hong Kong, did you tell David about that?" She was challenging him and it was the only way she could find out whether or not David had actually known all the gruesome details of her last trip.
"You will have to see Kim Soon, of course, but he's only my contact. You'll have to do only what is necessary for you to get the jade and bring it back, nothing more."
"So that's it," she said, "I won't do it, I won't see that man again!" Her tone had a finality in it and she wasn't sure herself where she was getting her nerve.
David was looking at her, pleading with her. "You've got to, baby, for both our sakes ... please!"
"What he's trying to say, young lady, is that if you don't, his life isn't worth a plug nickel!"
She stared first at Vince and then at David. "Is that true," she said, in disbelief.
"I'm afraid so, and now you know too much about their operation too, so it's your life as well!"
She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but deep inside she knew that it was true and their threats were well backed and could be carried out with little or no trouble.
"I wouldn't try anything funny if I were you," he warned her, "You wouldn't want anything to happen to your precious friend here now, would you?"
She began to sob uncontrollably and her whole body shook from her tears and fright.
"No ... no ... oh, David, what are we going to do?"
He didn't answer her, but walked to her chair and put his arms around her to comfort her.
"How long will it take us before we pay off this debt," she asked. "How long?"
"Maybe eight or nine trips," Vince said, "that is if you can meet the interest payments in the meantime."
He was laughing and she knew that there was no way that she and David would ever get out of their grip, they would never let them free. They would kill them before they would let them pay off the debt. They had too good a thing going with her being in the stewardess position she was in.
"Why don't you two go get some sleep. I'm sure Carolyn is tired after her long trip," Vince chuckled.
"Come on, sweetheart," David said, helping her to her feet and leading her to a bedroom at the back of the house.
"I'm sure you have lots to talk about," Vince added, then poured himself another drink and laughed maliciously to himself.
Once they were behind the bedroom door, David turned to her and said, "If there's any way I can get out of this and get you out of this, believe me. I'll try. I've been thinking about it ever since you've been gone, but it just looks st hopeless."
"We could go to the police when we get back to the States tomorrow," she said, "They'd protect us.
"It's not quite that simple," he said, "Their men could get to us even then."
She started to cry, sobs wracked her body and he held her, hoping that he could make her understand in some way that he would try to get them out of their predicament, but he didn't know how.
"I'm going to go to the Consul when I reach Tokyo or Hong Kong on my next trip," she told him. "Surely they can do something and they won't be able to get us then."
"Don't do anything foolish," he told her. "You don't know how these people work, they're vicious."
"They wouldn't kill us, would they?" she asked, knowing the answer before he spoke. "They could!"
They spoke in whispers so that Vince wouldn't be able to hear them, but David knew what he had in mind, so it really didn't matter anyway. Carolyn was to take the trip, but he was to go to the Orient also to make sure that she didn't make an unwise decision. Vince knew that as long as David was with her, he would be able to control her actions, but he hadn't told her that yet.
"Baby, I know I've gotten you into a rotten situation, but now we've just to make the best of it."
"I guess you're right," she said, trying to control her sobbing.
The next day they went back into the States, but Vince stayed with them the entire time, not leaving them alone for one minute. She felt as though she were living in a police state and the only thing that made it better was that David was with her and she could lean on him. Her layover was just a week and then she was assigned another trip to the Orient. She knew that she would have to see Kim Soon again and that is what frightened her most and the thought that he may subject her to his friends again. She wasn't sure that she could take it another time.
When they took her to the airport David took her aside for a moment and told her that he would be joining her shortly in Hong Kong, so she should wait and not do anything without hearing from him first.
"You're coming too," she said, astounded. "Why?"
"Vince has some things in mind for me too, and the only way is for me to be in the Orient. He can't make the trips anymore, the customs people are watching for him and it would be too risky."
"Oh darling," she said, "I will wait for you to come over, but please hurry. "Don't let me be by myself for too long."
"I'll try," he promised her.
This trip she flew directly from the States to Hong Kong and was to be there for nearly a week before she would return. She knew that Kim Soon or one of his henchmen would meet her at the plane and she dreaded the thought, but knowing that David would be there shortly was some consolation. All during the flight she tried to think of ways, any way, that she could free herself from these people, even if it meant losing David, but her mind went blank, she was trapped.
It was raining when the plane landed and she rushed into the building to go through customs and check out from her flight, hoping that she would be able to dodge Kim Soon, but as soon as she walked into the main terminal a huge Oriental man, the biggest Oriental she had ever seen greeted her.
"You're to come with me," he told her and picked up her suitcase and put it in a taxi.
She followed him obediently, not wanting to cause the trouble the first hour she was there, but her stomach was churning and her legs were like rubber.
They drove down narrow streets, back to the dismal part of town where she had spent the first horrible night with Kim Soon.
"Where's Kim Soon?" she finally asked the goon who had met her plane.
"You'll see him soon enough," he grunted, his lips curling back over his teeth like a snarling dog.
When the car stopped he led her through an alleyway that was actually an entrance to a large house, hidden from the street, and opened the door. There were no lights except a few flickering gas lanterns lining the stairs to the second floor. The rooms were cold and damp and she wondered if anyone actually lived there.
"Go upstairs," he commanded her and pushed her towards the steps that led to the second level.
She climbed the steps reluctantly, but she wasn't going to argue with this animal of a man, he looked as though he could break her in half with one hand. When she reached the top the hall turned to the right, so she walked back the long corridor until she heard voices coming from one room in the back of the house. They must have heard her footsteps, because a man opened the door and motioned for her to go inside.
"AHH, there she is, my lovely blonde," a man said. She wasn't sure whether it was Kim Soon or not, the room was so dark, but when he stepped out of the shadow, there was no mistaking his fat, paunchy, sloppy body.
"Did you have a nice rest?" he said, laughing. "Are you ready for some more fun like we had last time?"
His tone made her skin crawl and she knew that he would not be satisfied until he had completely beaten her down and broken her spirit completely.
There were no other women in the room, just five men sitting around a large table talking.
"What do you want with me," she asked. "Vince told me that the only dealings I would have with you would be about the jade, so why did you bring me here?"
"Yes ... the jade," he mocked her, "That's true, you must get the jade."
The men in the room all laughed as he spoke. "But I will not give you the jade until you do a favor for me."
She was afraid that this would happen, but she knew that it would be worse for her if she didn't make the contact and returned to the States empty handed.
"You met most of my friends your last time here," he continued. "The only one you haven't met is Chi, and he picked you up at the airport. Lovely specimen of manhood, isn't he?"
She didn't answer, but stared at the floor. Surely they couldn't expect her to go through what she had to suffer the last time, they just couldn't be that cruel.
"Sit down," he ordered her. "We have another hour before the other guests arrive, but we can start on the appetizers!" His voice was hard and cruel and Carolyn wondered if she were the appetizer, but just then a older woman appeared in the doorway carrying a bowl, a tiny burner and another long stem pipe.
"This should relax us all," he told them. "This opium is supposed to be the very best, now we shall see!"
The women put the bowl in the middle of the table and lit the burner, but every few minutes she would look at Carolyn and smile, then turn to Kim Soon.
"Yes, Misha, this is our new recruit. I can tell that you approve of her!"
The woman grinned and laughed, but didn't speak. When she had prepared the opium bowl, she passed the pipe to Kim Soon then left the room.
"You will get to know Misha better later on," he told her. "I know you two will become good friends, she's been with us a long time."
Carolyn didn't like his tone or his inference, but she said nothing and watched the men as they passed around the pipe. When it came to her turn she tried to pass the pipe on, but Kim Soon ordered her to take her full drag of the acrid dope. She knew what it had done to her the last time and she was afraid, but maybe it would dull her senses if they were going to force her to submit to them again, so she took a long drag.
"That's better," he told her. "I'm sure that you-will get to Like it very shortly."
She let the smoke fumes circle around her head and even with the first puff she could feel her head growing light. She felt powerful, omnipotent, nothing in the world could stop her from doing anything she wanted to. Her mind was clouded, but it was such a pleasant euphoria that she just ler her thought drift and she barely listened to the conversation that was taking place around the table.
"Our young American, isn't used to this yet, but give her tme, her craving will be as bad as the others and she will be begging us to let her have some-and a few other things!"
The men all chuckled, because they knew that once you had developed a craving and a need for opium, there was nothing you wouldn't do to get it.
Slowly the room began to fill up with the fumes of the opium and she was getting higher and higher from that alone. She found herself becoming stimulated by the drug and everything around her seemed to take some sort of erotic shape. She shook her head in an effort to clear her train of thought, but it didn't work, so she just leaned back and enjoyed this new found reverie.
Little by little people began to filter into the room. There were several women, but mostly men, men of all types and they seated themselves anywhere they could find, but mostly on the floor. Music began to play from somewhere in the house and each note resounded in her mind like a harp's twang, vibrating and continuous.
When all of Kim Soon's guests had arrived, Chi, the gigantic henchman, removed the table and replaced it with several air type mattresses so that people could either lie down or sit. Carolyn took her place at the end of one mattress, holding her head in her hands in an attempt to block out the music that was torturing her ears and her mind.
"Come now," Kim Soon chided her, reaching for her hands and holding them firmly in one of his. "You'll need your hands for the games!"
She wasn't sure what he meant, but she didn't ask, she felt too light to care.
There were several people gathered in one corner of the room, people who obviously worked for Kim Soon also, Chi, Misha, Saiyong and several others.
"What are they doing over there all by themselves?" she asked, her voice thick and low.
"They are preparing for the evening's entertainment, my dear," he grinned, "And so should you."
" ... Mel" she said astonished, "What am I going to do?"
"You won't have to do anything really, that is, unless you find that you want to." He laughed and ran his hand under her skirt and squeezed her thigh with an obscene familiarity. She tried to straighten her clothes but he kept his hand there, planted firmly.
The fights became even dimmer and the music lowered just a little as Chi moved to the center of one of the mattresses. He had changed from his suit into a kimona, the kind that the wrestlers wear and the hard, sinewy muscles of his legs, his massive chest and arms were clearly visible. He wore only the briefest shorts beneath the kimona so that when he let the garment drop to the floor his monstrous genitals were clearly outlined through the silk material.
"Ooooohhh," everyone gasped when they looked at his hulking form. He turned around so that all could admire his body from all angles, but he didn't speak
"Quite a build," Kim Soon whispered in Carolyn's ear. "How'd you like to have some of that!"
Carolyn had just been thinking that it would be impossible for any woman to take a man that size without being ripped in half. She had never imagined that men could be built like that. He looked more like a horse than a human! She giggled softly at her thought and wondered what he was going to do now that he was in the middle of the room almost nude.
"We're going to have a raffle," Kim Soon said. The woman are going to be raffled to the men and the man who offers the highest bid for any one woman can make her do whatever pleases him most."
"What does that have to do with Chi?" she asked.
"You'll see," he laughed cruelly.
Chi was still parading like a proud rooster on the mattress, flexing his bulging muscles and throwing his hips forward so that everyone could not mistake the gigantic size of his manhood. His shorts did little to cover them and she was afraid that he would bust out of them at any minute. She couldn't take her eyes off him and she pictured what he would look like if he were completely nude. The image was frightening, but fascinating and she had the strange urge to reach out and touch him.
Kim Soon explained the rules of the raffle to the guests and all the men applauded and grinned at one another and Carolyn could feel several pairs of eyes focus on her.
She listened intently while Kim Soon told them about all the girls, but her heart almost stopped when he began to describe her! She thought that he told her she wouldn't have to do anything, so why was he doing this.
After he had finished his little speech the bidding began. Carolyn listened horrified while nearly all the men were bidding for her. Saiyong moved quietly to her side and whispered, "I told you it was the blonde hair, the men love it, but I do feel sorry for you if you are the raffle prize!"
"What are they going to do?" she asked the other girl.
"If it's anything like it has been in the past, the men like to see Chi ravage their prize, break her down, then they take her. They are sadistic and they get great pleasure seeing some girl raped and humiliated by that giant!"
"God ... no," she gasped, and she tried to get to her feet and run for the door, but her legs were too heavy, she was too drugged from the opium to make it.
She looked around the room again, her eyes searching for a kind face who might be able to change the bidding, but the men were all staring at her and grinning. She looked at Chi and his face was contorted in a crazed twisted grin, and he was licking his lips and she knew that she would not be able to escape him if that is what they wanted.
"Please ... no," she begged Kim Soon. "I can't . . .you know I can't!"
"It is not my bidding, but the bidding of the men who have chosen you. It's quite an honor really."
"What are you going to do to me?" she cried. "That is also up to the men," he stated coolly. "Give her to Chi," they began to chant. "Give her to Chi!"
"NOOOOO," she screamed. "I won't ... I won't!"
Chi was moving toward her, his massive rod beginning to swell beneath his silk briefs and her eyes stared horrified at the huge bulge.
"God ... no, I can't take it ... hell kill me!"
"She won't be worth a damn for any normal man after he's through, that's for sure," she heard someone whisper, and she started to back toward the wall, but Chi reached out and grabbed her, yanking her to her feet in one-strong motion.
She tried to pull away from him, but she was no match for his strength and he ripped her dress from her body like it was a piece of paper. She fell backwards as the material tore in shreds and she bounced on a mattress. The men gasped when they saw her full, round, white breasts jutting out from her brassiere, her slim waist and her long, tapered legs. Their women were short and fairly squat and secretly they all desired a tall, willowy, blonde woman like her.
"Hurry," the men shouted to Chi. "We want to see her on her knees.
She looked at the men seated around, and the women. All eyes were on her and on Chi, but their eyes were all filled with lust and vicarious desire. She almost sensed that the other women were jealous because she had been chosen rather than them! She tried to hide her nakedness with her hands, but in a few seconds Chi had ripped her brassiere from her so that her large, full mounds hung free and bounced slightly. His foot was on her wrist, forcing it into the mattress while he reached down and squeezed her breasts, pinching the nipples until they were standing erect and swollen.
"Nooooo," she groaned, feeling a tingle run through her body when he touched her.
He was leering down at her like a wolf about to pounce on its helpless cornered prey, a debauched, complete animal look was in his eyes and he was drooling from the corners of his mouth and emitting half human grunting sounds. His other hand came down on her body and yanked savagely at the elastic of her garters and panties, until they finally gave away with a ripping, snapping sound and she was completely naked and vulnerable.
She could hear the heavy excited breathing in the room and she tried to look around, find someone who would help her, but the only thing she would see was Chi's mammoth penis jutting out the material of his briefs until they were pulled away from his waist.
"Now ... Now..." the men called to Chi..."Do it to her! Fuck the golden-haired bitch!"
Chi reached down and slipped his trunks from his body so that his monstrous, solid penis swung into view, jerking up at his belly like a menacing pole of hardened steel.
The woman gasped and Carolyn began to sob, "Nooo, NOOOOO, I can't take it!"
There were several chuckles throughout the room and the women were making comments about the other men they had known and actually delighting in seeing the rape of one of their own sex. The men were all visualizing themselves as the seducer and they couldn't wait for him to push his rigid, giant cock deep into her, splitting her young, soft buttocks open like a ripened grapefruit.
Carolyn struggled feebly to protect herself from the monstrous man, but her head was heavy from the dope and she just foundered about weakly, and finally lay still.
Chi knelt down beside her and ran his hands over the bare hillocks of her breasts, feeling the hardness of her large nipples, then squeezed them viciously until she cried out from the vicious pain.
"Aaaaagghh," she groaned..."Don't ... "
She knew that she was powerless to stop anything that he wanted to do to her and in a strange masochistic way she could feel her loins begin to tense and a shiver of anticipation run through her body. She knew that he would kill her if he entered her, yet she had never seen a man so huge and she wondered what it would feel like! He didn't seem to be in a hurry to be inside her, he was taking his time, enjoying every inch of her flesh that he could. His hands and fingers roamed in every crevice of her body, probed at the cleavage between buttocks cheeks then wandered to the soft fleshy lips of her hair-lined vagina. He pushed her legs wide apart so that everyone in the room could see the tiny, down-lined slit of her passage, see how small and tight it was. His thumb rubbed her clitoris until it became erect and through her humiliation in and shame she could feel her inner cunt flower open and her own juices begin to involuntary flow.
"OOOOO," she groaned as he prodded one thick finger between her vaginal lips and ran it over the tender, closed slit, urging it farther and farther with each teasing stroke. He was sweating and grunting and she could feel the heat of his testicles as they hung loosely just above her legs. His iron prick was jerking up and down with each movement he made, his buttocks twitching it upward and the weight of his organ forcing in down again.
Carolyn opened her eyes slightly and stared at his bobbing phallus and groaned. It was the size of a baby's arm, thick and nearly ten inches long.
"Do it ... Do it," the impatient spectators urged him, but Chi ignored their pleas and continued his obscene fondling of her body. He felt her clitoris grow hard under his fingers and he slid his face down from her breasts, sucking the smooth, supple flesh, and moved down on her body until his tongue traced a wet pattern up the smooth inside of her thighs. He drew her legs up against his chest, forcing her knees wide apart and licked tantalizingly at the damp, pink opening at her vagina.
"OOOOOhhh," she groaned when his tongue dipped into her waiting channel, and his teeth sucked the rigidity of her clitoris. She jerked her hips involuntarily, raising them up closer to his face and her knees dug into his shoulders.
He sucked her like a scavenging animal, bringing moans of helpless ecstasy from her lips as she bucked up against him.
"That's it ... that's it ... you're getting to her," a man yelled to Chi. "Make her want it!"
He was licking and sucking harder now and she was afraid that she would cum right then. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and held his head down against her upward straining cunt, not caring what he did to her anymore as long as he didn't stop.
"Yes ... yes ... sooo good," she groaned as he mouthed her furiously and lustfully.
The men in the room were all masturbating and you could detect little spots of moisture on their trousers where some of them had been unable to wait for their own climaxes. The women were edging back and forth on their cushions, rubbing their legs together in effort to satisfy their own rising needs.
Finally Chi moved up on her again and knelt between her wide-spread, wet thighs. His huge penis swung just over her loins, threatening her, teasing her, for now she was ready, she wanted him. He grinned down at her and said, "Take it ... take it," and he moved her hand to his phallus and testicles. She could barely close her hand around its thickness and once again of shudder of fear wracked her body. The weight of his testicles seemed to be four pounds, four pounds of hot, scalding semen waiting to be emptied into her open belly! She stared at him, horror in her eyes, but he just looked down at her and grinned, knowing that his impalement wound ruin her for any other man!
"Kiss it," he ordered, pushing her down beneath him by her shoulders so that he was straddling her breasts with his huge muscular buttocks. "Suck it!"
She opened her mouth into an oval and tried to fit the giant, purplish head between her lips but she couldn't suck because they were already too stretched by its size. He jerked forward slightly, forcing his ramrod down into her throat and then he laughed. He knew that no woman could take him that way, but he liked to see the expressions on their faces when they thought they were going to choke to death.
She began to gag and he pulled out of her, after all, he didn't want her to suffocate, not yet! He pushed her back on the mattress again and angled himself to enter her. He reached beneath her and pulled her buttocks up from the padding as though she were a feather. She could feel the wet, hot knot of his prick as he pulled apart the lips of her vagina and pushed at the tight, moist passage. The head of his throbbing phallus was not in her and she could feel the pressure, the tautness of the vaginal ring as he merely prodded at her.
"GOD ... NOOOOO," she moaned. "You'll kill me..."DON'T!"
The breathing in the room was so heavy that she could barely hear her own pleas for mercy.
"Shove it in her..." someone called out. "Shove it in good!"
She felt faint, the pressure between her legs was increasing and he grunted over her, pushing and pulling her toward him with vicious, painful jerks.
He was panting like a dog, frustrated at the resistance he was meeting, and then with a hip-thrusting stab he plowed into her, tearing the flesh of her vagina in a brutal searing lunge.
"AAAAAGGGGHHHH," God help me!" She screamed, thinking for a moment that she would faint.
He held her fast against him as he sawed in and out of her, tearing her each time he plunged into her. The whole area of his genitals was wet and hot, ablaze with primitive lust, like a molten metal. He wanted to pierce the very core of her being, make her his slave, humiliate her, ruin her!
His fingers found her anus and he thrust in a finger into the smooth rubbery channel so hard that it was nearly buried between her buttocks, and she cried out again. She couldn't stand the pain of this dual impalement. His finger pushed up each time he thrust down into her and she could almost feel his finger and penis meet somewhere deep in the quivering depths of her belly. Her head rolled back and forth, her eyes bulging and her mouth half-open in a constant gasp for breath. She wished that he would finish and shoot his sperm into her so that his penis would become slack, but like an animal, he seemed locked to her, glued with no hope of reprieve! His weapon was stabbing at her, ripping her, jutting into her like a bayonet about to kill. She tried to open her thighs even wider, but her legs would not stretch any further, and she writhed in agony like a sacrificial lamb that was being slowly tortured to death.
His body was strained, every muscles stood out and glistened with his perspiration as he fucked her with uncontrolled fury. His penis felt like a lance just made to annihilate the vaginas of every woman that existed, make them beg for him. His genitals were becoming heavier, heavier, loaded with his offering to her, and he was about to spill into her aching, throbbing passage, he would soak her, drown her with his sperm. His penis became even thicker and he could feel the walls of her cunt become tighter ... tighter ... tighter, until the first blasting spurt of his fiery liquid emptied into her belly.
"UUUUGGGHHH," he gasped as the flood tide broke loose and he held her soft, quivering buttocks up tight against him so that she would receive every drop. His heart was bursting into a thousand pieces, shattering his chest when he felt the relief of his climax. He came into her as though he were trying to seed the entire world, suffocate her with his life's sperm and finally the last drop oozed from the tip of his slackening penis. He rolled off her and onto the mattress, his penis glistening obscenely and covered with her wetness, a lewd satisfied grin on his oriental face.
Carolyn moaned and brought her knees up to her chest and rolled on her side. The pain between her legs had lessened slightly, but the ache in her stomach, the feeling of frustration remained. His entry had been too painful for her own climax and she lay there unfulfilled and restless.
"I think our little one enjoyed it," Kim Soon said, "but she doesn't look tired!"
"Let me have her," Misha begged Kim Soon. "Let me have her!"
"Yes ... yes," the men cried. "It was a rare treat when Misha could find a girl to make love. She had never let the men get near her really and she preferred young girls to any male, so it would be a pleasure to watch her make love to the American bitch.
Carolyn had not heard the conversation, so when Misha came over to the mattress, she assumed that she was going to help her to the bathroom or into a bedroom.
She looked up at the woman and moaned. Misha leaned down and stroked her hair and said, "I know, men are so cruel. They don't know how to be gentle lovers!" She nearly spat at Chi who was just then getting up and putting his kimona back on.
Chi laughed at her and walked out of the room, but Misha put her arms around Carolyn and pulled her back onto the mattress and straightened her out.
"Just relax," she whispered tenderly, "You're a very beautiful girl."
Carolyn felt that Misha's attentions were rather strange, but in her drugged and ravished state she couldn't argue.
Carolyn could feel the woman's breath on her throat and chest and she opened her eyes slightly, just as Misha bent over and kissed her fully on the lips. She tried to turn her head away, but Misha placed her hands on either side of her face and held her firmly while her tongue darted between her teeth and into her throat.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned before ending her lass. "You're so soft!"
Carolyn didn't know what she could do. She was too weak to fight even this woman, but she couldn't face letting another member of her own sex make love to her. She had heard about lesbian relationships, but she could never understand why a woman would want another woman for a lover. It just wasn't natural!
Misha's hands caressed her breasts and ran down her sides and her back, pressing her body next to hers. She was wearing only a thin robe and Carolyn could tell that she wore no brassiere beneath it. Her body was stiff and tense and she clenched her teeth, in silent protest against Misha, but yet her fingers were arousing her, making her react!
Misha slipped out of her robe and rolled naked on the mattress next to Carolyn, her hands cupping her breasts and manipulating the nipples until once again, they were hard and erect. She wrapped her thighs over Carolyn's and felt the soft plumpness of her buttocks, searching for the tiny, puckered hole of her anus.
"Nooo," Carolyn moaned, trying to fight this lewd violation of her body. "Nooo!"
"Sssshh," Misha urged, "I'll be gentle."
The others in the room formed a closer circle around the two women, watching Misha as she expertly manipulated the flesh of Carolyn's body, pinching here and there, smoothing other places until she relaxed.
In the dope-filled room she closed her eyes and imagined that it was David who was making love to her. She had never felt a touch so gentle, so experienced and stimulating. Misha began to shower kisses on her body, licking and sucking tenderly, raising her eyes every so often to judge the other girl's reaction.
She inched her way to the juncture of her loins and kissed the raised triangle of flesh, fingering the lips of her vagina and tweaking them gently. When she had separated them, she let her tongue flick in and out of the damp opening, teasing it until she was moaning with desire.
"That's it," she soothed. "Just relax and I'll make you feel like no man can!"
Carolyn lay still, her thighs apart, her heart beating so loudly that she thought it would come through her chest. She was quivering and she wondered what the woman would do next. She thought that if she didn't reach her climax soon, she would die.
"Misha can sure get her going," a man teased Chi, who had just come back into the room to watch the next performance. "Too bad you couldn't!"
Chi just laughed and took a seat near the mattress where the two women were lying.
Misha got up for a moment and said something to Saiyong who left hurriedly and came back with a metal and rubber contraption in the shape of a man's penis. The man laughed as Misha took it from Saiyong and strapped it to her waist.
"What's that?" Carolyn asked alarmed and opened her eyes slightly when the woman left her.
"It's your lover," she told her. "Haven't you ever seen a dildo?"
Carolyn didn't even know the word, but it was the most realistic thing that she had seen. Her vision was clouded from all the opium, but she reached out and touched the rubber phallus that was standing out straight from the other woman's body.
"It feels so real ... Like a man's..." she murmured and her voice trailed off. She was wriggling her hips sideways on the mattress, the flesh of her thighs touching trying to ease the tension in her body. Misha had stimulated her to the apex, yet something in her rebelled against the thought of another woman making the final act of love to her.
"Open your legs ... open them wide, so I can make you feel good." Her voice was soft and quiet, and her hands gently pried her knees apart so that she could position herself between them. She fingered her vaginal lips again, moistening them with Carolyn's own juices.
"Ooooooh," she whimpered, "Oooohh."
Carolyn closed her eyes tightly again, afraid to look at the mechanical penis that was about to penetrate her. She visualized David kneeling over her, touching her and making love to her. As long as she could keep this mental picture in her mind she would be all right. She held her breath and waited for the woman to enter her.
"Oooh God," she gasped, as the hard rubber prick eased between her cuntal lips and slid easily into her soft, open pussy.
Misha was breathing hard, leaning over her and told her, "Play with my breasts, my darling, play with me!"
Carolyn reached up and cupped Misha's small, but firm breasts in her hands, rubbing her palms over her nipples and pinching them slightly. Every time she pulled at her nipples, she would force the false cock deeper into her undulating belly.
"Mmmmmm . . .yes..." she murmured as she could feel it salaciously touch the back of her cervix. "God ... yes..."
Misha was working her hips like a belly dancer, rocking backwards and forwards, not too fast, letting each stroke tantalize the lining of her vagina until she thought that she would scream. She dug her nails into Misha's back and clung onto her, trying to force her deeper and deeper into her aching, torn channel.
The penis was enormously long and thick, not as big as Chi's, but larger than any other man's she had had and she jerked in pain when Misha pressed down hard on her and forced the rubbery head in to the very hilt. She raised her hips slightly to allow for more leverage and ease the pressure between her legs, but Misha was drumming into her with now more fury building the latent fires of desires higher and higher into her squirming body.
"Fuck me ... oh yes ... fuck me," she cried. "I'm going to cum ... I've got to cum!"
She could feel the trembling sensation that preceded her climaxes and she knew that she could not wait much longer.
"I can't take it . .I can't stand it," she groaned, thinking that if this rubber prick left her now she would go out of her mind.
Her voice was strangled and choked as she wrapped her legs around Misha's tiny waist and pulled her into her. Her passion was a boiling point, bubbling like a volcano about to explode.
"Fuck me harder ... NOW ... I'm ready," she grunted aloud.
The people in the room were playing with each other as they realized that Carolyn was about to reach her climax. Women's hands massaged men's loins and several of the men had their hands beneath the material of the thin kimonas as they watched the two women in the last throes of their building passion.
Carolyn's whole body felt like it would disintegrate as she could feel the walls of her vagina begin to contract and expand, releasing the passion that had been built up and her hips and thighs jerked spastically, heaving Misha up and down on her as she ground out her orgasm.
"I'M CUMMING ... I'm cumming," she gasped, her voice choked with passion. "NOW!"
She squirmed and bucked under Misha's artificial fucking until she collapsed back into the mattress totally exhausted and satiated as she had never been before.
"Quite a show," Kim Soon told Misha, "You're quite a proficient lover!"
The crowd laughed, but Misha got up and strode off like a proud stud horse, not bothering to answer him. She was smiling to herself and she stroked her rubber prick tenderly as she unfastened it from her hips.
The people in the room began to pair off and some of them congregated in groups of three and dispersed into different rooms in the house.
Kim Soon moved over to Carolyn's mattress and ran his hands over her trembling body.
"You're quite a show woman," he told her. "Quite a hot number, wait 'til I tell your precious boyfriend when he gets here!"
She rolled over and glared at him, her eyes still cloudy and red from the opium, "You wouldn't dare," she challenged. "You wouldn't!"
"Well see," he laughed, and smacked her on her bare bottom. "Go get cleaned up, you're a mess!"
She struggled to her feet and staggered to a bathroom that was at the end of the hall. When she had taken a bath and changed her clothes she went to find Kim Soon.
"Am I to stay here tonight, or may I go to the hotel?"
"You have a special room, all to yourself. It's right down this way," he told her, taking her by the arm and leading her to another stairway and into a fairly spacious room with a huge, iron-postered bed and mirrors covering every wall, and the ceiling.
"Isn't it quaint," he laughed. "I'm sure you'll be comfortable here. I'll have the maid bring you some tea in a few minutes, it will help you sleep."
"I'll sleep, just leave me alone," she yelled at him. "Just leave me alone, haven't you done enough?"
He laughed again and closed the door behind him. She threw herself on the bed and began to cry uncontrollably, when an older woman came in and handed her a pot of tea.
"Drink this," she told her. "I can't leave until I'm sure that you've finished it all."
"Why?" Carolyn asked, because she really didn't feel like any tea.
"Those are my orders, and you should know that you don't argue with Kim Soon by now. So drink up!"
Carolyn gulped the cup of strong tea and found that it had a very bitter and strange taste.
"What's in this?" she gasped. "It's not tea!"
"I really don't know," the maid replied, smiling at her. "I just deliver it, I don't make it."
The maid left the room after she was satisfied that Carolyn had finished every drop and Carolyn collapsed on top of the bed, not bothering to pull down the bed covers. Her head felt even heavier than before, spirining and she knew that she had been drugged again. She couldn't believe that Kim Soon had given her something else on top of the opium, but he had. She fell into a sound sleep, so sound that she didn't even hear David's voice calling Kim Soon from downstairs nine hours later.
CHAPTER 5
The next morning she finally woke, but her head was aching and she felt a craving for something that she couldn't understand. Her body was perspiring and she shook when she went to stand up. She bumped into the end of the bed just as the maid came in and raised her, "Feeling shaky?"
"Yes, I don't understand it. What's wrong with me?"
"You will," she laughed cruelly, then called, "Kim Soon, she's awake!"
Kim Soon came into her room carrying a tray and another pot of tea and put it down in front of her.
"Your boyfriend's here," he announced, "but drink this first and then you can see him."
"I don't want any," she told him. "I won't drink it!" She was shaking visibly by now and she couldn't keep her balance.
"It will steady your nerves, my dear," he grinned. "You see, you are having withdrawal symptoms right now and this will cure it."
She felt hot and she knew what withdrawal symptoms meant, but she couldn't believe that that was what was wrong with her.
"I'm not addicted to anything," she challenged him.
"That's what you think, my lovely. Do you want to walk around all day shaking like a leaf, or do you want to feel better."
She glared at him and picked up the cup. The tea was not as strong as it had been the night before, but as the warm liquid trickled down her throat she could feel a calming affect being transferred through her body.
"What is this?" she demanded.
"A slight portion of a special drug, kind of an aphrodisiac," he laughed. "You'll be in fine shape to see your precious David now!"
"Oh no ... God no," she cried. "Why ... why?"
The maid and Kim Soon just laughed at her and told her to just put on her robe and meet them downstairs in a few minutes, that David would be there too, then they could make the arrangements for the jade.
She took a quick shower and put on clean underwear, her very laciest, and slipped a cotton robe on over that and went down the long, narrow staircase. She could hear giggling coming from several of the rooms as she walked down the hall and she wondered how many others had stayed there last night and fucked themselves into insensibility.
Kim Soon and several others were seated in a living room on the ground floor, and they motioned for her to sit down when she walked in.
"Let's move into the game room," he announced before she had a chance to sit, and the group of them followed him into a larger room just down the hall. There were several couches lining each wall and cushions and over-sized pillows were chained to the floor so that they could not be moved. She wondered why he felt that he had to chain his furniture, but she said nothing. There were so many things that she didn't understand, and so many things that she didn't want to understand. She looked around for David, but so far she hadn't seen him and she wondered if this was just another one of his cruel tricks.
"Don't get impatient," he told her, "Your friend will be here in due time, we re saving him for the final coup!" The men all laughed and she sensed that she and David were in some sort of danger, but she couldn't pinpoint it.
The men in the room all seemed to be connected with the smuggling syndicate in one way or another because she heard several of them mention Vince's name and laugh, then look at her.
"So this is our new runner," one of them finally said. "Is she going to be in our other operations, too?"
"Definitely," Kim Soon said. "She's quite experienced all ready."
Carolyn could feel a strange numbness in her head and her body. She felt like taking off her robe, she was beginning to get warm and she wiggled in her chair, pressing her buttocks down into it to soften the strange tingling sensation creeping between her legs.
"Uncomfortable," Kim Soon chuckled, knowing that the drug he had given her would be taking affect in a very short time, if it hadn't already.
"It's just a little warm in here," she said, walking to a window.
The men watched her as she stood by the ray of light that was coming in through the glass. Her voluptuous figure was outlined and they could see the sensual curve of her breasts and the tapering of her waist and thighs. She walked around the room, unable to stay in any one particular position for very long. The burning sensation was building higher in her loins and she finally seated herself on one of the cushions on the floor.
"Where's David," she asked impatiently again. "Where is he?"
"Getting restless, little one?" the fat man grinned. "Maybe we can entertain you before he arrives, if you're so bored."
She stretched her legs out straight in front of her and drummed her feet on the floor. She had never felt this way in her life, even the opium had not affected her this way. She wanted to scream, run, anything to get rid of all the energy she had stored up.
"I can't stand it anymore," she screamed, "Where's David?"
Kim Soon moved next to her and put his hand on her thigh, reaching beneath her robe. Her loins itched with desire, but she wouldn't give in and let this fat, paunchy man touch her when her lover was in the same house. It was bad enough that Kim Soon may tell David what she had done, but he didn't have to know first hand.
"Take it easy," he reminded her. "I told you he'd be here."
"Why don't you tell her the whole story," one of the other suggested. "She may as well find out now."
"Maybe you're right," Kim Soon said, looking her directly in the eyes. "Your precious boyfriend has crossed us up and we're going to teach him a lesson, and you're going to help."
"I won't help you hurt David," she cried. "Not in a million years!"
"You don't have a choice, my dear. You see we gave you an aphrodisiac and in a few minutes you're going to be screaming for someone to fuck you, and we've arranged it so your precious boyfriend can watch."
"Never," she screamed and got up to run for the door.
Kim Soon grabbed her and threw her back onto the cushion. "Get the chain," he ordered the other men.
One man jumped up and brought some steel shackles that he clamped on her struggling wrists and pinned her to the floor, hooking the other end to the pillow. She bucked up and down, trying to free herself, but it was useless. One of the other men grabbed her robe and tore it from her so that she was clad in only the flimsiest underwear which did nothing to conceal her ripe, young body.
"Who wants to be first," Kim Soon grinned, looking at the men.
"Let me get the feather," one suggested. "Marvelous!"
In a few seconds she was completely shackled, her legs spread-eagled to the other cushions and she was stripped of all her clothes.
"Someone bring down her beloved David," Kim Soon barked and a slight, gnarled man ran up the stairs and called for David to come down.
David froze in the doorway when he saw Carolyn stripped and pinned to the floor, her legs stretched wide so that every man could see every part of her.
"Sit down," they commanded him and David took a chair, stunned.
"Please..." she begged, opening her eyes, when she heard David's voice.
"Tell him what you want," Kim Soon teased her picking up the feather and tracing it lightly over her body.
She twisted in her bonds, the burning sensation building helplessly between her legs and her whole body aching for someone to touch her, fondle her, fuck her.
"This can't be happening," she moaned. "It's not true! It's not true!"
"This is how you're going to pay back your debt to us," Kim Soon told David. "Your girlfriend is going to do it for us, she's completely in our power. But I want you to watch carefully, watch how she reacts to the men ... any man. You're nothing special!"
"Don't!" he pleaded with them, but he knew that he couldn't stop them.
Tears of frustration were streaming down Carolyn's face as Kim Soon ran the feather lightly between her wide-spread legs, jabbing at the already quivering lips of her vagina.
"Feel good," he laughed cruelly. "Or do you want something harder in there?"
The men were all watching him torture the girl, watching her squirm like an animal, a dog in heat.
"Make her say it," they told him. "Make her say it!"
"Please," she moaned again. "Please!"
"Please what!" he chuckled.
"Do something ... anything ... Please ... please," she begged.
She felt her passion consuming her and she thought that she would lose her mind. This was the final degradation, making her beg for someone to satisfy her carnal desires right in front of the only man she had ever loved. She was no longer being raped, taken forcibly, she was going to have to beg them for it like a bitch in heat
"Give it to me," she screamed. "Someone!"
Kim Soon ran the feather between her full, heaving breasts, tickling the large pink nipples until they stood up firmly like two ripe, quivering cherries.
She wrenched her back pointing the vee of her loins directly at David who could see the moisture forming on her inner thighs, the moist, hot thighs that had grasped him so tightly when he had taken her virginity just a few weeks ago. It was too much for him to bear, yet strangely he could feel himself getting an erection as he watched her wiggle and writhe in complete naked abandonment on the floor.
Kim Soon stripped off his shirt and unzipped his fly, not bothering to take off his trousers. He wanted to sample her while she was still fresh and begging, yet he knew that after the tea one man alone could not satisfy her, it would take many.
He dropped the feather after flicking it at her open cunt a few more times, then ran his finger up her already wet slit.
She lay there gasping as he put his face on her belly and then on the vee of her mound, biting harshly at the hard nub of her clitoris. She groaned as his lips closed around her gaping, damp vagina and she strained her hips upward at her mouth, gritting her teeth and moaning.
"Don't stop ... " she begged him, "Don't stop!"
All the men, including David were breathing rapidly as Kim Soon revolved his mouth around between her shackled legs. He nibbled at her soft, pink vaginal lips and let his tongue probe at the open hole until she was screaming loud enough for the whole house to hear.
"Do it ... do it," she pleaded. "For god's sake ... fuck me! FUCK ME!"
"Look at her beg," Kim Soon muttered, moving up further on her body, and placing his hand on her writhing loins. "Do you hear her, David ... your darling virginal girlfriend!"
David's hands were clasped in his lap in an effort to hide his own mounting desire. He wanted to take her, make love to her, do things that she had never let him do, but he was being held tight in his chair.
"Get inside me ... fuck me," she yelled again. "Screw me!"
Then, as David watched through helpless eyes, the oriental poised his body over hers for a second, then let his heavy, throbbing thick penis probe at her wet gaping channel. She tried to push her hips up so that he would be forced inside her, but he held back, teasing her, waiting for the frenzied pleas to come from her mouth again.
One of the other men had begun to fondle her large, white breasts, pinching the nipples and then he sucked on them, causing red welts to appear where his teeth had sunk into her flesh.
"Aaagggggghhh," she groaned, moving her body as much as she could, the hotness of her passion encompassing everyone in the room.
"Fill me ... fill me full," she cried out. "Give it to me."
Kim Soon's fat waiting prick was at the point of entry and he now eased his hips down on hers and pushed hard, ramming himself so hard into her that she thought she would pass out with relief. It felt so good to have that hard, thick rod diving deep into her, pushing at the tip of her cervix and screwing her like she had never been screwed before.
"Fuck me hard ... harder," she gasped, trying to lift her legs, but they were helplessly pinned to the floor.
"Oh my God," David groaned. "Oh my God."
The hardened penis was surging into her, relentlessly, hurting her, filling her, making her tingle all over her naked body. She was in complete ecstasy and she never wanted it to end, she'd die if it ended now. Kim Soon's breath was hot on her face and she could smell the odor of stale tobacco, but nothing repulsed her as long as she had a stiff prick inside her, screwing her out of her mind.
David sat there watching it as if it were a nightmare. He couldn't believe that his girl was such an animal, that she was begging the men to take her and she wasn't calling out for him.
Kim Soon was on the verge of his climax and he didn't want to wait, he could always take her again after the others had finished with her, so he let his hot, liquid sperm shoot deep into her.
"That's it ... cum in me ... fill me, you prick ... you wonderful prick," she cried.
Kin Soon rammed into her as high and as hard as he could, his belly pressing her deep into the cushions and crushing the breath from her, but it didn't matter.
She bucked her hips in order to feel every jerk of his solid penis as he emptied himself in her, not wanting to miss a single contraction of his rock hard shaft, but he finished too quickly for her and she wanted more. Kim Soon backed away from her, wiping his limp penis on his shirt and motioned to one of the others to take his place. Several scrambled to be next in line, and David was straining in his chair, but he was held securely.
Another man mounted her directly, while still another forced his stiff cock through her gaping lips and shoved his pulsating rod deep into her throat
"Suck it baby ... suck it good," he ordered her and her mouth closed tightly over his phallus as though it were the most precious thing in the world.
The two men ravaged her, pumped into her and she still was screaming for more. The only thing that mattered to her was that she had a cock inside her, a hard cock. The other men were masturbating openly now, waiting for one of the others to come so that they could take their place.
"You like our little party?" Kim Soon joked with David. "She's the hit of Hong Kong, and so lovely."
"You bastard," he spat at the fat, greasy man. "You'll pay for this."
"No, David, the other men will pay for it and this is the way your girlfriend is going to pay your debt She is going to be my private little whore. Look at her, she actually enjoys it. One man could no longer satisfy her, so even if you had her, she would be unfaithful, so why don't we both make some money?"
David couldn't believe his eyes, or Kim Soon's proposition, but he knew that they had Carolyn in their power and nothing that he did now could prevent her from being a whore now, it was too late, she was already too beaten, too degraded and humiliated. She had lost her self respect and the only thing she wanted was to get screwed, fucked, tortured and fucked again.
"Get wise, David," Kim Soon said, "We can work together on this, split the profits, she'll make a lot of money for us!"
David had lost track of all the men who were taking turns on his girl, satisfying their own physical desires while she begged for more. The men were fingering her, tearing at her flesh, bruising her and she hadn't had enough.
"Do you want to take a turn," Kim Soon told David. "Go ahead. Let him loose!"
David stripped off his pants and his huge, thick erection sprung up like a tree. He looked down at her, her eyes glazed with lust and with unseeing eyes she begged for him to take her too.
He came toward her without speaking, but a hate gleamed in his eyes, hate for Kim Soon and hate for her because she had become nothing but an animal. He slapped her face, hoping that it would bring her back to her senses and she would realize what was happening, but she just stared at him blankly and whispered, "Fuck me ... please fuck me!"
"You whore," he spat at her, "you little whore!"
He slammed his mouth on her breasts, biting harshly at the sensitive nipples hurting them, bruising them, but he was going to make her surfer, make her pay. It no longer mattered that she had gotten into this because of him, the only thing he could see was her lying with other men, fucking them, let them touch her in a way she hadn't ever let him touch her.
He pulled her vaginal lips apart with his fingers and shoved two fingers deep inside her wet, oozing channel and twisted them harshly around.
"Please," she begged, "Please ... do it!"
His hands pinched every inch of flesh that lay beneath his fingers, a mask of hatred hiding his features, his land eyes, his gentle smile. He was like a maniac, an animal about to mouth another animal. He rammed his stake into her with such fury that she bounced against her bonds and the shackles tightened on her wrists and ankles.
"You rotten bitch, you little whore," he repeated as he rammed into her with relentless fury, burying his thick, hard penis deep in her open cunt. His anger was so great that it didn't take him long to reach his climax, his staff throbbing and jerking deep inside her while his sperm joined that of the others far up in her smooth, quivering belly.
"I'm just another guy, just another prick inside you," he choked out while he could feel the anger shaking his loins as he spilled his hot, liquid juice deep inside her. "Just another fuck!"
He lashed out at her face again, slapping her head back and forth like a punching bag. "You'll pay for this and pay well," he threatened her.
"Noooo," she screamed, "Stop ... stop!"
"Stop what ... slapping you ... fucking you ... you little bitch."
"You're hurting me," she begged. "Stop!"
Finally two of the other men pulled him off her, his penis hung limp between his legs, but his fists were still clenched and he wanted to strike her again.
"I think she's had enough," Kim Soon said, "Let her rest for the moment."
Kim Soon untied her bonds and she rolled up in a ball, wiping the tears from her face, and she glared at the men. She didn't know what to say, and she couldn't look at David. She grabbed her robe and sunk dejectedly in a chair.
"Now you understand what we want from you," Kim Soon told her. "You're worth much more to us this way!"
"What about the jade," she said, the fight visibly gone from her. "Vince will kill me if I don't bring back the jade!"
"You'll still make a few more trips for us, then you will quietly resign from the airlines. You'll tell them that you have to go home, make up any excuse you Like, but you'll do it, do you understand.
You know that you'll be watched the whole time. David will take care of that! He's with us now."
"You bet I will, my little meal ticket ... you whore," he yelled at her. "You're going to fuck anyone I tell you to fuck and like it. You're going to make us all a lot of money!"
"You can't mean that," she finally said, lowering her voice and looking at David. "You can't mean that."
"Oh yes I do ... do I ever!"
And then the dam broke, Carolyn broke into hysterics and began to wildly pound her fists at his chest, but he grabbed her wrists and with a cold hardness laughed in her face.
"Don't worry, baby, you'll get used to it!"
CHAPTER 6
The next weeks were a horror for her, she was followed day and night by David who was no longer her comfort, but her watchdog. He had been given a supply of the dope and she was hopelessly hooked with no way out. Sex was becoming something completely mechanical to her now, it no longer mattered what age, color or type of man she had to let make love to her or what she had to do to him. She had become a total animal with only one desire, the most basic one in the world.
She looked in the mirror and could detect the beginnings of lines long before her time, lines of worry and dissipation, lines of need. She had to beg David for her drugs and he, in turn, would make her earn them, by sleeping with one or several men at a time sometimes.
She had read about things like this happening to young girls, but she never thought that it would touch her. She knew that she would never be able to go back to a normal way of life and when she got too old or too worn to make her living by sleeping with men, she would be turned out, shut out, like she were an old piece of clothing. She no longer had a personality, she only had a body, a large insatiable vagina between her legs, and that was all. There was no more right and wrong in her world, everything was the same ... rotten and filthy, but she was going to have to live with it for the rest of her life. She didn't think that it would be possible for someone to have this hold on her, to have this hold on any other human being, but it had happened and if she tried to get out before they were willing to let her out, she would pay with her life. They made sure that she knew just enough to make her a danger to her so that they would have an excuse to kill her if she reported them and her sense of self-preservation was stronger than her sense of decency.
"Decency," she said aloud and laughed. "What's decency! The world has left that behind!"
