Jennie brushed the blonde bangs out of her eyes and glared into the sunlight, trying to anticipate the direction the girl running towards her would take. She guessed left, jumped sideways and then ran forward to intercept her, reaching her just in time to kick the ball out from between the other girl's feet.
One of her team mates, Susan Hollis, caught the ball on her right foot and kicked it far down the field, where Toni Cummings deflected it past the Bear's goal keeper and into the net. The Ravens all shouted with glee and raised their hands into the air, just as the referee blew the whistle to end the game.
There was jubilation in their locker room afterwards, with the girls running around laughing and joking as they undressed. Jennie accepted several slaps on the back and behind from the other girls as she entered the room.
Some of the other girls were already in the showers when she arrived before her locker. Susan gave her a thumbs up as she tossed her sweat stained underwear into the bottom of her locker and walked towards the shower naked.
"Nice stop, Jen!" Stephanie grinned, ruffling her short hair as she passed on her way back from the shower room.
"You finished your shower already?" Jennie exclaimed.
"Hot date."
"Tommie Sims?"
Stephanie nodded and grinned.
"So what's it been, a month now?"
Stephanie nodded.
"So is he as.. . . big as Wendy says?" she leered. "NONE of your business." Stephanie exclaimed, then blushed.
"I mean, how would I know."
Jennie giggled and the other girl stopped with an embarrassed grin. She looked around, and seeing nobody listening, grinned broadly and held her two hands wide apart and winked. Jennie managed to look suitably impressed.
"You two go well together, then."
"Yeah?"
Jennie looked down at Stephanie's naked chest meaningfully and Stephanie blushed again, folding her arms across her big breasts.
"Jealous?"
"Hell now. I don't know how you stand up with all that weight."
"It comes in handy, sometimes." Stephanie grinned.
"I'll bet Tommie thinks so." Both of them giggled madly then.
"Hey, Nickie. Coach wants to see you." Coleen yelled from across the room. Jennie made a face and sighed as Stephanie grinned and pulled on her bra.
"New plays to memorize." she snickered.
"Yeahhhhh." both of them said at the same time.
Jennie waved and wandered through the thinning crowd of girls, pushing open the door to the locker room and going down the hall to the coach's office. She knocked politely then pushed open the door.
"You wanted to see me Miss Myles?" she asked, walking through and letting it close behind her.
"Yes, Jennifer," Miss Myles said, getting up from behind her desk. Her brown hair, normally tied tightly behind her during the game, was loose now, falling around her face.
She was slightly shorter than Jennifer, who was a tall girl, but more filled out than the slender young teenager, and at thirty, not as fresh faced or firm bodied. She sighed as she ran her hand through her hair, then moved quickly against Jennie.
Her arms slid around the teenager as she pushed her back against the wall, her face jammed into the nape of the young blonde's neck and her teeth chewing into the soft young flesh.
Jennie gasped and then sighed as Miss Myles's right hand slid up under the thin soccer shirt and cupped her breast through her bra.
"Mmmmmmmm, Miiissss
Myyyyyyyylllllleeeesss!" Jennie moaned.
"Shhhhhh." Miss Myles whispered. Miss Myles left hand went behind Jennifer's neck, pulling her face against her as their lips joined together. Jennie felt the woman's and letting it close behind her.
"Yes, Jennifer," Miss Myles said, getting up from behind her desk. Her brown hair, normally tied tightly behind her during the game, was loose now, falling around her face.
She was slightly shorter than Jennifer, who was a tall girl, but more filled out than the slender young teenager, and at thirty, not as fresh faced or firm bodied. She sighed as she ran her hand through tongue pressing insistently against her lips and she sighed inwardly and opened them, letting the wet warm organ slip into her mouth.
Miss Myles's right hands slid down Jennie's slim young belly and into the waistband of her shorts, then her panties to push down between the girl's legs and squeeze and rub at her pussy. Jennifer groaned and spread her legs involuntarily as Miss Myles's pushed her hand insistently down between her thighs.
She felt Miss Myles's middle finger sliding up and down the length of her young tight pussy slit, dipping lightly between her puffy cunt-lips and then curling slightly so the tip pushed against her hole and then pushed lightly inside.
Miss Myles slid her finger deep into Jennie's pussy tunnel, and Jennie groaned again. Being a near virgin, even a finger felt big to her tight tiny cunt. Miss Myles began to pump the finger in and out as her index finger found Jennie's clit and began to manipulate it.
She pressed Jennie back against the wall, her hand moving forcefully in Jennie's shorts, one finger grinding down against the teenager's clit as the other slid back and forth in the tight pink tunnel.
"Ohhhh GODdddddd!" Jennie moaned, her eyes closing and her head lolling against the wall.
Miss Myles pulled her hand out momentarily and
Jennie gasped at the sudden lowering of the intense sensations. Miss Myles grabbed Jennie's shirt and pulled it up, bunching it up under the teenager's arms so she could get at the high firm mounds beneath.
Then she opened Jennie's bra and seized both breasts in her hands, her face darting down to the left one and her lips fastening around the small, hard pink nipple. Her right hand slid back into Jennie's shorts and she began to finger her again, this time forcing two fingers into the young girl's pussy tunnel.
She bent Jennie back against a small cabinet, her mouth sucking fiercely on the tender young breast meat as she pumped and fingered the rapidly moistening crotch. Jennie's head fell back and she let herself go, floating on the sensual tide of pleasure the woman was forcing into her.
Her hands jerked feebly, then as the sensations mounted, she reached down and tried to grab the woman's hand. She grabbed Miss Myles wrist just outside her shorts, but could do nothing but hang on as the woman continued to rub furiously at her pussy.
Then she felt a building orgasm. She sighed and groaned, her hands going down then to the front of her shorts, feeling the back of Miss Myles hand through her thin shorts. She panted heavily and pushed against Miss Myles hand, grunting and moaning as she pushed the hand harder, ground herself down on it.
Her groin felt on fire, felt ready to explode, her head fell back, hitting the top of the cabinet with a dull thump as she began to tremble violently. Miss Myles bit down hard on her nipple as her other hand squeezed almost cruelly hard on her other breast.
Jennie groaned loudly, humping against Miss Myles hand as the finger worked back and forth furiously inside her now sopping fuck-tunnel. Her ass bounced against the side of the cabinet as she humped in and out against Miss Myles hand.
"Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung!..." she grunted. Her breasts felt swollen and hot, burning and bubbling as the coach suckled ferociously, mashing and kneading the malleable tit meat.
Jennie hung onto the coach's hand with both of hers, grunting and sobbing forlornly as she threw her crotch forward repeatedly and felt the fingers repeated stabs into her private pussy hole. Her body spasmed and flared with hot pleasure, soaring higher and higher as her body seemed to vibrate in time to the coach's pumping fingers.
Then she was through the peak of her orgasm and started to sag, her breathing coming in hot gasping gulps as the pleasure slowly faded and she began to regain her senses.
"M ... Miss Myles...," she gulped. "S ... someone might ... m ... might come."
"You and me baby." The coach gasped.
She pulled her hands back, then seized the girl's shorts and slid them and her panties down around her ankles. Jennie glanced towards the windows that looked out onto the hall, but the blinds were drawn and nobody could see.
She stepped out of the shorts as the coach pushed her back against a table, spreading Jennie's long legs wide as she knelt between them. Jennie blushed uncomfortably as the coach knelt between her legs and stared into her pussy.
Her buttocks rested on the edge of the table and she shifted uncomfortably. Her soccer shirt slipped down over her breasts and fell to her waist again, but Miss Myles wasn't concerned with that. She knelt and stared into Jennie's crotch with a sigh of contentment, like an artist appreciating a fine painting.
Then she slipped her hands up Jennie's legs, starting at the knees and caressing the firm young flesh as she worked her hands up to the top of Jennie's thighs just below her crotch. Her face moved forward then and her tongue touched the center of Jennie's slit.
Jennie winced slightly but didn't move as the coach touched her more firmly, her tongue sliding up and down the length of the moist slit, soaking up the hot girl cum that had been pushed through the teenager's cunt lips by her spasming twat.
Her tongue slid back and forth, up and down, now pushing deeper and deeper, now straightening and jamming into Jennie's cunt pit, sliding inside' her pink tunnel and slurping on the girl's fuck juices. Her hands slid up behind Jennie, seeking her buttocks.
She pulled the girl forward off the desk and Jennie half-lay back on her elbows, looking down at the coach's face as it pushed into her crotch. The coach's long fingers dug into Jennie's buttocks as the woman fondled and fingered the softly rounded cheeks.
Jennie felt herself becoming aroused once again, felt the juices starting to flow inside her love-tunnel. She closed her eyes and relaxed, allowing the feelings to pour through her as Miss Myles's tongue slithered and wriggled at her groin.
The door shook just then and Jennie opened her eyes, turning to look worriedly at it. Then there was the clink of metal and the door opened. She started Up in embarrassment, but the coach wouldn't let go of her ass or let her close her legs.
Another woman walked in, slamming the door behind her and tossing the keys onto a nearby desk. She was tall and blonde, her hair even shorter than Jennifer's straight, collar length tresses. She gazed at the two with a smirk and Jennie's skin flushed beet red.
The other woman, Miss Bronson, the girl's swim coach, moved past them and over to the other desk, sitting down and tossing a clipboard onto the desk as she took up a pen and began to write. Jennie would have liked to leave but knew Miss Myles wasn't about to let her go this easy.
The woman was still working furiously between her legs, her tongue slurping and gulping, her lips rubbing and grinding, her fingers squeezing at Jennie's buttocks. Jennie settled back on her elbows again, worriedly and embarrassedly watching Miss Bronson.
There wasn't any worry of Miss Bronson disapproving of course. McCoulter Preparatory Academy, as an all girl's school, and a boarding school at that, had always had a strong homosexual streak running through it's core, especially in the athletic department.
Miss Bronson had had her own share of student lovers, willing or unwilling, including Tammie Hardes, who claimed Miss Bronson was the worst bull dyke on the staff. Jennie had received only the occasional kiss or fondling from the woman to date.
She slowly relaxed, unable to pay much attention to the world as Miss Myles tongue continued to work away at her pussy. The feelings were now almost overwhelming and she could hardly restrain herself from humping her groin into the woman's face.
Then Miss Bronson was beside her. Jennie turned her head and blinked dazedly into the older woman's face. Miss Bronson leered. Her left hand slid behind Jennie and gripped a tight handful of her hair, jerking her head to one side as the woman's lips came down brutally hard on hers.
Jennie groaned a protest but could do nothing as the woman's strong hands slid up under her shirt and began squeezing her breasts. Then she drew the shirt up and off, tossing it on the floor.
"Move Karen." She ordered Miss Myles, kneeing her aside.
She grabbed the dazed teenager under the arms and legs and lifted her up, carrying her across to a narrow table in the center of the room. She placed her across it so her head hung over one side and her ass hung over the other. Jennie had to slide her legs far apart and bend them back to touch the floor beneath the table.
Then Miss Myles knelt at her crotch again and her tongue began to worm it's way into Jennie's pussy. Miss Bronson dropped her pants and stood over Jennie's head. Jennie looked up into the woman's shaved pussy from between her thighs and had no time to react as Miss Bronson lowered herself onto her face.
Miss Branson's ass cheeks squeezed down around Jennie's face, squashing her. She rubbed her crotch back and forth across Jennie's face as she slid her hands behind Jennie's head and ground herself against the teenager.
Jennie groaned into the hot sweating flesh surrounding her face. After a few moments it rose and held a few inches above her. Jennie opened her mouth and then pushed her tongue up against Miss Branson's pussy, sliding it along the slit as she'd learned.
Her own cunt was ready to explode as Miss Myles pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingers, and whipped her tongue back and forth across her hypersensitive clitoris.
Miss Bronson let go of her head, her hands sliding down around Jennie's breasts instead. Jennie's hands slid up around Miss Branson's back, holding herself in place as she worked her tongue in and out of her cunt. She tried to concentrate on what she was doing, but her own flaring body kept making that impossible.
Then she came ... furiously, her body writhing and shaking as she grunted and groaned in intense pleasure. Her ass bounced on the table as she humped up at Miss Myles, and her tits felt like they were over-filled balloons ready to explode.
Miss Bronson was squashing and squeezing and twisting them harshly, her fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, stroking and pinching her hard nipples. Jennie's tongue went into overdrive as she worked it in and out of Miss Branson's cunt.
She jerked and twisted between the two women, sucking down drooling cunt juices as Miss Bronson sighed in pleasure, her ass sliding back and forth as she humped against the teenager's face.
Afterwards the two women stripped completely and led Jennie into the coach's shower room, which was much smaller than the girl's room of course. They'd walked in with Jennie between them, and had hardly even reached the showers when they had pressed their bodies against her and began a new erotic tableau.
They soaped her up and rubbed their bodies against hers from both sides as they kissed and fondled her young lithe flesh. Jennie was sandwiched between them, her breasts squashed against Miss Branson's, Miss Myles sharp torpedoes pushing into her back.
They'd treated her like a little girl, carefully washing her back and arms and chest and hair, rinsing her clean, then reverting to their less than motherish practices by sliding their tongues into her mouth, her pussy, her ass-hole, her belly button, and suckling on her breasts and nipples.
Miss Bronson knelt before her, her tongue whirling madly at Jennie's pussy. Miss Myers knelt behind her, stuffing her tongue up Jennie's ass-hole. She swayed back and forth, dazed, buffeted by wild flurries of sexual ecstasy as the two women ate her out.
The coaches rose, even as Jennie began to sag downward. Miss Myers cupped her wet ass cheeks in her palms as Miss Bronson gripped her under the knees and lifted her into the air. She slid the girl's legs up over her shoulder as Miss Myers helped support Jennie's upper torso.
Miss Branson's tongue began to work at her pussy again as Jennie moaned and muttered unintelligibly. She jerked and twitched, her eyes closed as the woman pulled her small pussy lips wide apart and jammed her tongue deep into Jennie's twat.
Then Miss Myers let her fall backwards so she was upside down between the two women. Her legs were hooked over Miss Branson's shoulders as the woman clasped tightly to her hips and slurped at her cunt with her whipping tongue.
Her own hands slid up around Miss Myers's ass as she pushed her face up into the coach's pussy, licking excitedly. She gulped and moaned as the woman fondled her breasts, squeezing and twisting them from side to side.
The slick female bodies writhed and swayed and rubbed together beneath the showering water, grunting and cooing and sighing and moaning as their hands freely fondled and manipulated each other.
Jennie should have been in Math, but wound up spending almost the entire class with the two lesbian women. She knew though, that nobody would question her. Things like that happened pretty commonly at McCoulter Preparatory.
Jennie had had a rude surprise when she'd first come here a couple of years ago. She'd known that boarding school would be different, but had had little idea how different. Her parents were in their traveling phase then and wouldn't leave her alone with the servants.
Now her Mom was in her charity phase, all her time consumed with charity auctions and charity balls and charity telethons and such. Her dad was in his workaholic phase, hardly ever home before ten at night, and often leaving town for days or weeks on business.
In a way, the girls and women at McCoulter had sort of become her family, in some cases in an oddly incestuous way. The only men within miles of the sprawling academy were a few handymen, like Stephanie's Tommie, who took care of the cars.
Not all the staff were gay of course, only about a third, another third used the girls and other women more because there were no available men than for any other reason. As for the girls, most of them weren't gay, but some were, and the ones that weren't had mostly become bisexual.
Jennie had been a straight arrow when she'd arrived, virginal and pure. She'd had sex once, with a boy from a nearby town, and that had been brief and unsatisfying. She'd been seduced in her first year by a senior girl, then by several of the women teachers.
Now she and Connie Smith were more or less steady partners. They were roommates this year and seldom needed both beds, sleeping either in Connie's or Jennie's. Other girls had similar arrangements. And most of the teachers so inclined had "special" girls.
People would have been amazed at all of this, since McCoulter had a fantastic reputation for turning out strong, educated young women. Indeed, virtually all the girls here would go on to the finest Universities in the country and would stand out with their intelligence and aggressiveness.
Jennie herself was a sports star, the captain of the soccer, volley ball, basketball, and track and field teams. She was a member of the debating team, the science club and the young businesswoman's club, as well as an A student on the honours list.
Her parents were very proud of her, and never failed to brag of her to their friends. However they seldom saw much of her. Even during holidays, they were usually busy elsewhere. Jennie had spent thanksgiving with an old Uncle and Aunt while her parents skied in the Swiss Alps.
She'd spent Christmas alone in the family's Beverly Hills Mansion, accumulating a dozen speeding tickets and half a hundred parking tickets in her hot pink Ferrari and her silver Mercedes.
She'd also bought more than eighty thousand dollars worth of presents for herself and her friends on her parent's platinum cards.
Her mother had been on a trip to Africa at that time with her boyfriend. Her father had been on a business trip to Japan, managing, through a brilliant, underhanded maneuver, to buy out control of a giant American Oil company from under a competitor's nose.
He'd been so full of himself he'd actually called Jennie to brag about it. She'd returned to school before either of them had returned home. She didn't hate her parents, though she did resent them sometimes. She was just waiting until she turned twenty-one and got her Grandparent's trust fund, eighty-two million dollars and counting.
Then she'd move into her own house and her parents could disappear for all she cared. She wasn't sure what she was going to do with her life but was fairly certain they would play little if any part.
That day, as she returned to her rooms after the encounter with the coaches, was to prove a turning point for her. She was annoyed and resentful about being practically used like a whore by the two women, without either of them so much as asking.
She'd slammed the door of her room and peeled off her shirt, tossing it onto the floor. Before she'd had time to do anything else a hand came around her from behind and pressed a foul smelling cloth against her face. She'd struggled furiously, but had soon blacked out.
That was to be the last she ever saw of McCoulter academy, though she hadn't know this and wouldn't for some time to come. When she woke, she was not only far from the Prep School, but far from America. Her unconscious body being shipped in a crate aboard a private aircraft to Japan.
TWO
Yoshiro Hamma was a man used to respect. As President of the giant Tokyo based Gingta corporation he commanded immense power of the lives of almost everyone he touched. Employees in Japan joined a company for life. It was almost unthinkable for them to leave for another, and an unbearable humiliation to be dismissed.
It was rare indeed that an employee of one of Japan's biggest corporations was dismissed. No matter the crime, the loss of face, or in extreme cases a drop in station and standing, and consequently, loss of benefits and seniority was considered severe enough punishment.
As such every employees very life was in his hands and they all knew it. There would be no disobedience, no impertinence or rebellion. Deep bows and respectful silences greeted the great man wherever he went within the company's enormous enterprise.
His estate was on the heights overlooking the ocean, and once belonged to a Prince of the Royal family. He himself was of royal blood long back. All his ancestors were Samurai of great rank and ability. His family name was among the most proud in Japan's illustrious history.
No. Nobody gainsaid him within his house or company. The only ones who would deny him anything were other powerful men like himself, the heads of other great Japanese corporations, and of course, now that Gingta operated world-wide, foreigners.
like all Japanese, Yoshiro considered all foreigners as barbarians. There were different degrees of barbarian of course. The whites were at the top, the blacks at the bottom. All were to be treated with the greatest of respect ... to their faces at least.
The Japanese were the world's greatest culture, the finest poets, the most sensible and civilized race there had ever been. He looked askance at the crime and dirt of America and Europe and could only shake his head in pity at their many social problems.
Still, despite how inferior and uncultured he knew foreigners to be, it sometimes came as a rude shock to him when he was forced to deal with them.
Just last month he had, after careful and time consuming negotiations with the other corporate princes of Japan, received agreement that when the Hensa corporation put the American division of their international oil company on the public exchange, Gingta Corp. would be fifty-one percent of the stock without opposition.
Then of course, a crude American Corporation, run by an exceptionally rude man, had slid in and bought sixty percent of the company before anyone even knew they were there. At first Yoshiro had merely been astonished that anyone would do such a thing.
He had approached the American, politely of course., and respectfully explained the way things worked here in Japan to him. The man had laughed at him and outright refused to sell him the stock.
No one. Absolutely no one laughed at Yoshiro Hamma. It was the height of insult. Unbelievably insulting. Yoshiro had lost a great deal of face that morning as he had stood stiff back and straight faced, showing no outward sign of his hatred and rage.
For weeks afterwards his people had investigated and explored the American and his company, and found no weaknesses. The company was fifty-five per cent owned by the American and his family. It could not be taken over. It was highly diversified, and for the most part involved in industries that Japanese companies had little influence over.
Yoshiro had fumed and raged for days, pouring over every scrap of information about the American, his family and his company. It was simply not possible that he could be denied. To lose so much face was not acceptable. He even considered Hari Kari for a short time.
Finally, in desperation, he had contacted the Yakuzza, the organized criminal gangs that in Japan controlled much of the lower strata of society. A polite meeting had been held with Hiro Nilewaam, who had suggested a way of persuading the ignorant American.
Thus had arrived in his subbasement a discrete brown wooden crate, bound tightly in metal. Yoshiro had watched as his people had unbound it and pried open the top to reveal the contents.
Inside was a female, the American's daughter, naked. Her ankles were bound in tight wooden blocks. Tight leather straps held her upper arms, her throat, her chest and belly and hips, and her thighs and knees in place. She could not move so much as a muscle, even were she conscious, which of course, she was not.
Yoshiro admired her body as she was unstrapped and lifted from the case. Un-like many of the ignorant American breed, she was fit and not overweight. She had ample breasts, but not the ugly fat ones that so many others possessed. Her hips were wide enough for baring children but her waist was narrow, even tiny.
Yes, he would enjoy this one even were she not the daughter of his hated enemy. It was somewhat of a pity that she would have to be disposed of afterwards, but there could be no evidence left that would discredit him and cause him trouble with the authorities.
She was carried to a washing room and cleaned, then examined by a doctor. Americans were filled with disease after all, and he had no intention of catching one.
* * * * *
Jennifer woke slowly. She felt nauseous and weak, and it was some time before she could get up the strength of rise. When she did she found that she was unable to. She opened her eyes, blinking in the strong overhead light that focused on her.
She was dazed from the remnants of the drugs she'd been given, and looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She was on some kind of examining table in a medical type room. She wondered what had happened to her.
She pulled at her arms and legs in confusion. Her wrists were strapped to the sides of the table beside her and her ankles were strapped to the foot. She was naked, but not cold since the place was well heated.
Slowly she began to come to and her mind became more and more bewildered at her position. Where was she? Why was she naked? Why was she strapped down like this? What had happened anyway? The last she remembered was walking into her room.. .
It was then she remembered someone attacking her, someone putting a cloth that smelled of medicine over her face and her passing out. She began to fear then. Had she been found unconscious and brought to a hospital, or was she in the hands of some kind of crazy man?
Since she was strapped down, the latter seemed more-likely and her fear mounted. She pulled harder at the straps holding her wrists and ankles, trying to free herself. They were well made and too tight. She could not break free and after a while stopped trying.
She lay there for some time, trying to figure our what was going on. Finally, the door at the foot of the table opened and a man walked in. He was oriental, small and old, wearing a white doctor's type smock. She felt relieved.
He gazed at her blandly, then put a stethoscope to her chest. She reddened in embarrassment at her nudity.
"Where am I?" she asked, uncomfortably. "What's wrong with me? Why am I strapped down?" He ignored her, still listening to her chest.
"Untie me!" she demanded. Still he ignored her. He took out a little penlight and shone it in her right eye, then her left. He nodded and muttered to himself then turned away.
"Hey!" she yelled, "Let me the hell out of here! What's going on?"
Instead of answering he left the room. Jennie stared at the door in disbelief, even more confused than she'd been before he entered. What the fuck was going on!?
Minutes later the door opened again and two women came through. They two were oriental, Japanese, she thought. They were both pretty, with straight, shoulder length black hair. They were slim and wore long, colorful robes that covered them from throat to feet.
They smiled at Jennifer, giggling and chatting in high pitched voices, but not in English. Again she was uncomfortable, being naked around these strange women.
"Who are you? Where am I?" she demanded. "Do you speak english?"
They replied in a high pitched fast sing-song voice that she didn't understand at all. Then they began to undo the straps around her ankles and wrists. When they were undone, they helped her sit up. She swayed slightly and they supported her, cooing sympathetically.
"I wish I knew what you were saying." she grumbled.
They helped her down from the table, again supporting her when her legs would have given way. They walked her around the room a little, then pulled out a gown similar to theirs. It was a beautiful shade of turquoise and made of expensive silk.
They slid her arms into it and wrapped it around her, pulling it tight with a belt. There were no buttons, zippers or other fastenings. It was sort of like an oversized bathrobe. When it was on, they led her towards the door. Apparently they didn't have any shoes for her.
Totally confused, she let them lead her down a brightly lit, elegantly decorated hallway. They passed several people along the way, all Japanese, who nodded at them but did not speak. Finally they arrived at a large doorway and the two stopped and knocked.
A man's voice called out and one of them pushed the door open and then motioned Jennifer inside. She shuffled in and they closed the door after her.
She was in a very large bedroom. There was a gigantic bed on a raised platform in the center of the room, a four poster with a canopy high above it. The rest of the room was filled with antique furniture, paintings, sculptures and carvings.
Large windows looked out onto what appeared to be nothing but trees and grass and water. So she was in the country, somewhere near a very, very large lake. She ignored the man standing there for a moment and moved to the window.
She could see a tall wall below about fifty yards from the building she was in. Then she gasped in surprise for the trees and shrubbery were all tropical. She was some distance from the Virginia school. She turned to face the man, another Japanese.
"You will learn to bow when you see me, but I forgive you for now as you have never been taught manners." The man said in English.
"Who the fuck are you?" she demanded. "Where am I and what am I doing here?"
He looked back at her in irritation.
"You will also learn your place and respect for your elders and superiors."
"Where am I?! " she demanded.
He moved over to stand before her. He was about her height, but with a thick barrel of a chest. His head was roundish, with short hair that was receding up his forehead. He looked to be about fifty or so. She didn't think he was particularly impressive.
Then his hands reached out to grip the front of her robe and started to pull it open.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, grabbing the robe and jumping back. He smiled, a small, sneering smile that frightened her. He walked forward as she backed up. He didn't seem worried that she would escape. Soon she was backed into a corner with no way around him.
"You better leave me alone!" she cried. "My father will fucking kill you!"
"Your father is a pig, and an ignorant man. He is not any conceivable threat to me, young woman." he said. She looked at him in astonishment, still completely clueless as to what was going on. He grabbed her robe again and tore it open despite her attempts at resistance.
She screamed and he whirled her around, shoving her against the wall and jerking the robe off over her shoulders so she was naked. He laughed, a short ugly bark of amusement, as he held her pressed against the wall. His rough hand slid up and down her back, and then down over her rounded young buttocks as she mewled and whimpered in fear.
He paused to appreciate the softness of her tender young teenager skin, the sweetness of her lithe body and long slim legs, then grabbed her by the upper arm and jerked her away from the wall, dragging her across the room towards the bed.
"Leave me alone!" she cried. "Get your stinking hands off me you filthy creep!" She jerked back, trying to pull away and then grabbed at his hand, trying to pry it off her arm. His fingers were like steel and held her firmly, forcing her towards the bed.
She slashed at his face with her free hand, trying to scratch him. He grabbed her wrist and held it tightly, then twisted it sharply to one side. She screamed in pain, her wrist burning, then going numb. She thought at first he'd broken it.
He brought the back of his hand sharply around then, striking her full in the side of the face and almost knocking her off her feet. Then he pulled her forward again and threw her on the bed. Jennie began to quake in fear and pain, holding her injured wrist as she lay on the bed and stared at him, wide-eyed.
He stripped quickly, then stood there entirely naked, muscles standing out on his body. She scurried backwards on the bed as he began to crawl in but he grabbed her leg an dragged her back, then climbed on top of her, settling atop her thin frame.
She whimpered and trembled in fear.
"Please...," she begged. "Please don't! I have a lot of money. My father will give you a lot of money if you don't hurt me!"
"Ahh, but he will do what I want whether I hurt you or not. "he smiled. "And I intend to make full use of your body while you are here."
Jennifer looked up into his face in shock as he grinned smugly down at her. His hand started to caress the side of her face and she jerked her head aside. He frowned and gripped her chin tightly, glaring menacingly and warningly at her.
He let loose his hold on her chin and began to caress her face again, his palm sliding up and down, then moving against the side of her head to hold her in place as his own face descended and his lips touched hers. She clenched her mouth tight against him as his lips slid from side to side against hers.
He raised his head and smiled down at her, then propped himself on one elbow and began to slide his hand down onto her body, starting with her breasts. As she lay on her back, her twin mounds formed perfectly rounded hillocks atop her thin frame and Yoshiro began to explore them carefully.
She tried to move her hands down over her chest but he seized both of them and forced them up above her head, joining her wrists together and holding them with one of his large hands. Thus held before him, Jennie was helpless to resist as his other hand slowly encompassed her rounded left breast and began to fondle it.
She squirmed and grit her teeth in embarrassment and frustration as he carefully slid his fingers around her nipple, manipulating it, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger, then bending forward and seizing it between his lips, wetting it, suckling it in and chewing it with his teeth.
He bit down on her breast meat, making her wince and cry out in pain. He laughed, raising himself up again. His lips descended onto hers once more, forcefully mashing against her puffy, sensuous full lips and grinding back and forth against them as his tongue slid between them and ran along her tightly closed teeth.
His hand slid down her body, rubbing her smooth, flat stomach, then descended, moving between her legs, probing at the entrance of her womanhood. He rubbed his palm against her pussy hair, then over her slit, a single finger sliding between her lips and dipping lightly into her fuck-hole.
"Fucking bastard!" she hissed. He glared at her, annoyed by her insolence and lack of respect. He abruptly seized her head between both his hands, locking his fingers painfully tight against her skull as he jerked her head upward.
His lips pushed brutally against hers, bruising her flesh as he mashed them tightly. He cursed as her now freed hands clawed at him. He jerked up and slapped her face hard, then brought his hand back and knocked her face again with the back of his hand.
He grabbed her wrists and jerked them high above her head, rolling atop her and sitting atop her chest, his knees on either side of her. He reached up and seized a cord from the nearby curtains, tearing it off and wrapping it around her wrists painfully tight.
He wrapped several layers of the thin cord around her wrists, securing them together tightly then wrapping the cord around the bedpost and tying it off. He glared down at her and then brought his right hand down across her face again, then repeated the slap with his left, then again with his right.
It was not done in fury, but in a carefully calm an deliberate manner, slapping her face first to the left, then the right then the left. After several such openhanded blows Jennie was seeing stars and completely befuddled.
She was hardly aware when he stopped and moved back to kneel between her legs. He gripped her legs and tore them far open, then fell atop her again, holding his erection in his right hand as he searched for her fuck hole. He rubbed his cock-head up and down her slit until he found the hole then thrust down.
The gasping, whimpering girl felt a sudden pain between her legs and then an increasing fullness as Yoshiro settled atop her and began to push his erection deeper into her pussy tunnel.
She looked up dazedly into his yellow, rounded face, hardly realizing what she was seeing yet. His hands gripped her head again and his lips jammed down against hers, his tongue stabbing between her lips and into her mouth.
She groaned, the sound a murmur against his mouth as he hungrily slurped at her mouth, feeling his organ pushing deeper into her lush young body with each passing heart-beat.
Then his hands slid down her sides, moving under her to cup her buttocks. He jerked upward against them, forcing her crotch up onto his piercing penis. His prick slid balls-deep inside her then, his flesh pressing against hers, his pubic hair mashed against hers, her thighs held open by the pressure of his hips.
His tongue slid around on her face, slurping and licking at her cheeks and neck and lips as his fingers repeatedly opened and closed on her ass flesh. He lay there atop her, enjoying the tightness of her cunttunnel as it sucked and squeezed on his prong.
The only movement was hers as his hands forced her ass up and down, and squeezed on her ass to pull her cheeks in and out. His lips slid down her throat and onto her right nipple, which he bit sharply, making her cry out again.
Yoshiro was delighted by the feeling of her body against his a she lay upon her. Her flesh seemed softer then the softest silk against his skin. He rubbed himself from side to side, reveling in the wonderful softness and warmth. .
His fingers continued to fondle her ass cheeks, and his right index finger slid down her ass crack and pushed against her little nether hole. He twisted his finger from side to side and forced it inside as the girl moaned and whimpered beneath him.
No Japanese woman would accept being taken there, of course, yet this one had no such choice. He felt the excitement of utter dominance, of being beyond boundaries, of knowing that he could down as he wished with this girl.
"I own you." he whispered, jabbing his finger deep into her tight little ass-hole as he ground himself against her. He pumped his finger in and out of her ass-hole as he rested atop her, his mouth darting from place to place, from nipple, to neck, to lips.
He pushed his left index finger against her hole then, trying to force it in beside his right. She whimpered and jerked against him, but was unable to deny him anything, anything at all, he knew. He pushed hard, and finally worked the tip of his second index finger into her anus.
Slowly he pushed it deeper, drawing back on his right until both were halfway inside her, then pushing inward together until both were buried to the knuckles inside her intensely hot, tight little rectum. He used the fingers to add to the pressure on her ass, forcing her lower body up against his.
His other fingers continued to dig deep furrows in her white ass cheeks, forcing her up against him as he slowly began to pump. He let up on the pressure against her, letting her ass lie flat atop his hands on the mattress as he drew his cock half-way out of her sucking pink tunnel.
Then he thrust forward, pulling up with his hands to double the force and impact as his cock sliced through her pink flesh and hammered against the back wall of her cunt-box. She cried out in pain and startlement, her hands jerking uselessly above her.
A gut-wrenching sob tore loose from her mouth as he smiled arrogantly down at her. He pulled out again and once again thrust down fiercely. She gasped as new pain hammered into her slender body. Yoshiro drew his long cock out until only the tip remained, then drew her ass upward forcefully as he drove down with brutal strength.
Then he began to pump regularly, feeling his balls swelling with excitement. His cock-shaft, surrounded by young pink, cunt-flesh, began to sizzle with sensual desire. His lips moved against her face again, demandingly, cruelly. His cock began to stab into her with a regular, rhythmic pumping motion.
He had completely forgotten the reason for this, completely forgotten her father and the humiliation he'd suffered. Now he only had his lust and desire for her young warm flesh, for it's curves and roundness, for it's heat and tightness, and the raw, carnal thrill of total possession.
He pounded his cock into her with more and more force, driving his cock-head against her cervix with total disregard for her pain or distress. He began a raging animal, using her body for his own lust. His hands pulled loose from her ass finally, gripping her slender legs and forcing them back against her chest.
He shoved her legs back against her, using them to support himself as he began to pound into her with blinding speed. He crushed her into the mattress with his furious assault. His balls slapped painfully against her buttocks, his belly made a sharp cracking sound as the impacted against her upturned flesh.
His cock rodded between her soft pussy flesh like a jackhammer, pistoning in and out of her as his excitement mounted.
Beneath him, crushed and pounded by the terrible force of his obscene attack, Jennie could only whimper and grimace against the pain and humiliation as he cruelly used her body. All she could do was endure and hope he finished soon, hope it would end.
She blinked up at him through her tears, seeing his maniacal face as he rose and fell. She looked downward, seeing his cock slicing back and forth, jabbing deep into her body, then re-emerging, then stabbing into her again through her vulnerable crotch hole.
She felt his fat cock up inside her, sliding furiously back and forth in her guts as he rode her like an animal. It hurt, but the hurt was fading slowly, her cunt giving up the struggle against the powerful invader.
Her hands were numb and her wrists ached with pain from the tightness of the cord around them. She found it difficult to breath as his weight crushed her own legs back against her chest. She could only wait for it to end.
Then finally, his speed picked up as his long, deep thrusts turned to rapid-fire humping that ground his cock-head repeatedly against the deepest parts of her fuck-box. She felt herself grow wet, realizing at once it was not her but his sperm jetting into her body.
THREE
His pumping slowed and stopped. He pushed aside her legs, letting them fall to the mattress once again as he lay atop her, panting for breath. She felt his penis softening inside her tight little pussy tunnel and sighed inwardly in relief.
But Yoshiro had no intention of ending this enjoyable little scene so early. The girl was a toy for him now, a new possession that he had not yet grown bored with and had no intention of putting down. He nuzzled her throat with his tongue and lips as he rested, then slowly rose to his knees between her legs.
He drew himself forward along her body, his legs on either side of her as he slid his ass up along her belly and onto her chest. She groaned as his weight came down on her chest, but he sat there only momentarily before rising to his knees and pushing his flaccid organ against her face.
"Take it into your mouth, girl" He panted.
"American slut! I know you know how! Take it into your mouth!"
Jennie's head was propped up on her arms, which hung from the post above her head. Yoshiro had no difficulty in pushing himself against her mouth. His right hand held his cock as his left slid behind her head and forced it further forward.
His hand pulled at her hair as his sperm-moistened prick rubbed against her lips. She whimpered and opened her mouth, allowing his foul organ to push through her lips and slide over her tongue.
Now, as he felt the girl's tongue begin to work on his organ, Yoshiro thought about her father and grinned smugly to himself. He wondered if the man had any idea where his daughter was now, and what she was doing, and with whom.
He looked down at her with arrogant haughtiness, twisting her hair just to hear her whimper in pain, wishing her father could see her now, could see her lips wrapped around his penis, could see her spread legs with his sperm dribbling out of her love-hole.
* * * * *
At first, when the girl had disappeared, it had been assumed that she had merely run off on her own somewhere. But as facts began to emerge, among them that all her clothes save what she wore that day were still in her room, the school authorities began to worry.
Among the effects found in her room was her purse, complete with money and credit cards. Her car was still parked in the garage and nobody had heard anything from her about going away, not even her roommate.
Eventually, after much effort, the principal was able to get through to her father in Los Angeles and inform him that his daughter was missing and under suspicious circumstances. A day later, two men arrived at the school and began questioning students and staff. Neither had any official capacity, but were employed by Jennifer's father in some capacity which neither bothered to explain.
After several days had passed, nobody was particularly surprised at Transco International's head office, to receive a small package in the mail, addressed to Mister Charles Kingston, Jennifer's father, personally.
Inside were all the clothes Jennifer had been wearing when she'd disappeared, including socks and underwear. There was also a picture, a glossy, nine by twelve color picture, obviously taken by someone with good equipment and knowledge of photography.
In the picture a very naked Jennifer Kingston hung from her wrists in a darkened room. Her wrists were tightly bound in chains and her toes were a good foot above the stone floor. Her eyes were dull slits, but obviously open to a degree, indicating that she was, at least, alive.
On the back of the picture was a hand written note, demanding complete cooperation and promising hideous torture for Jennifer if all demands were not met. There were no demands stated. The kidnappers obviously were in no hurry.
David Smith handled the picture carefully as he sat before Kingston's desk. It had already been carefully analyzed by the company's laboratories but his training made careful handling instinctive.
Smith had been in the army for eight years, being specially trained as a commando, then joining an antiterrorist squad. He'd quit the army and joined the FBI, only to be stuck in boring jobs checking out potential civil servants and such for the first two years.
After a few more years he'd stopped the security checks and moved onto bank robberies, then drugs, and finally, to the kidnapping squad. The bureau considered the worst crime imaginable, and placed it at the very top of the list for resources.
After ten years with the bureau though, despite his happiness with his job, he'd been approached by an old friend who'd quit years earlier and was no working for Transco's very quiet little security branch.
Transco was not nearly as big as many other companies. It survived and prospered by an unusual combination of intelligence and risk-taking. The little heralded security branch was packed with ex CIA and FBI agents, all of them elite.
They had been lured away from the government in their prime by high wages and more freedoms to do their jobs as they pleased without a tenth the paperwork. An offer to triple his salary was hard to resist and so Dave had joined Transco three years ago.
The job here was surprisingly similar to his earlier work in his former job. The security branch conducted espionage against other companies, placing agents within Transco's competitors to filch new high-tech secrets before they were patented, or gaining intelligence reports of marketing and sales strategies.
Dave's job was to stop other companies from doing the same to Transco.
Today though, was something very unique. He looked at the picture, then at the report on it that lay in the same file folder. Then he looked up sympathetically at Mister Kingston.
"I take it you haven't contacted the FBI, sir."
"No. I want to handle this internally."
"The FBI is the most experienced organization in the world at solving kidnappings, sir. I highly recommend you contact them."
"The security branch will handle it, and I'm placing you in charge."
"But ... sir I think you're making a mistake."
"That's my prerogative." Kingston glared at him.
"I've always done things my way and I'm not going to stop now. I want you to find my daughter and find out who took her. That's all you have to do. The security branch will get her back and see to the justice of her kidnappers."
Dave winced slightly, knowing what he meant by justice, and knowing just what some of the people, particularly the ex-CIA people in the branch were capable of.
"You have the full resources of the branch and indeed of the entire company at your disposal. Anything you need, take. If it's not here, we'll get it. You may also take whatever personnel you need to help you.
"Has there been any other contact with the kidnapper or kidnappers?"
"None."
"And no hint of their demands. This is strange, sir. It doesn't fit with the scenario here at all."
"Explain."
"Well ... normally you have to types of kidnappings, monetary and political. In both cases the kidnappers initially want to show that the victim is alive and unharmed. I don't think I can remember ever hearing or reading about a first contact like this where the implication at least, is that the victim has, in fact, already being harmed."
"So?"
"Well...," Dave sighed. "It's my guess that this isn't monetary. I'd say whoever took Jennifer is angry at you personally, perhaps because of something your company has done that has effected them personally."
"And ex-employee?"
"Very possibly. Somebody who wants you miserable, who wants revenge for something they hold you responsible for."
"So, you'll check all our recently dismissed employees."
"Oh, of course, yet ... this is still out of pattern. They should have made a monetary demand at once. Money is very important to lower or middle class people who've been fired. I am very much afraid sir, that this person is not acting rationally. I think he intends to torment you before releasing your daughter, if in fact, he intends to release her at all. He, or she, may want to drag this out to cause you as much pain as possible. The ransom, whatever that is, may be beside the point."
"You mean whoever took my daughter is crazy."
"I'd say that's a strong possibility sir. I'm sorry."
"Not legally, not stark raving nuts, sir. I mean this person is not acting normally and probably won't act normally during this event. Their actions may be unpredictable. I'd say they took your daughter, not for ransom, but for the power it gives them over you."
"And that's bad news?"
"Very bad I'm afraid, especially for Jennifer"
Dave began to work on the case at once, pulling in as many experienced former bureau agents as he could round up quickly. They poured over every detail of the picture and the envelope it had come in, while other security people pulled the files on every employee dismissed in the past five years.
Dave was expecting a hard time, expecting a long, agonizing search through files before even a small clue turned up. It was a surprise then to turn up an enormously important piece of news almost at once, and that by a fluke.
It seemed one of the men he'd brought in was a photography freak. He'd been puzzled from the beginning by something nobody else had paid much attention to. The simple wording on the report describing the picture as a transfer from a video tape.
He'd gone off on his own for an hour, then quickly emerged with startling news. The picture had been taken with a new type of Nikon camera that had only been out for a few months. It seemed that the camera held a little video tape that took single framed pictures and could then show them on TV, much like a video camera that showed live pictures.
This one though, took uncommonly clear pictures and they could only be transferred onto paper with a special machine. Neither the cameras, nor the machines were widely available yet, and in fact, were only available at all in a test market in Iowa, and in Japan itself.
"Iowa?" Dave frowned. "That's a thousand miles from where she was taken."
"I know. It doesn't make any sense." Joey Edwards frowned.
"Why would anybody take her all the way to Iowa? Out of state I can understand, but all the way to Iowa ? This makes no damned sense at all."
"Least we have a better idea where she is."
The phone rang and Dave picked it up.
"Smith." he said.
"This is Kingston. Get up here. We've just received a message from the kidnappers." Kingston's voice was terse and hard-edged.
"Good news." he said to Joey. "Another message." The two of them went upstairs to Kingston's office and were ushered through to see him. Kingston was glaring furiously at his television. He turned off a VCR and then turned and glared angrily at them. "Who is this?"
"This is Joseph Edwards, formerly of the Bureau, sir."
"The tape says I have to sell all-Transco's pollution causing holding, including the paper, chemical and oil divisions."
"You shouldn't have handled it sir." Dave said, reproachfully, moving towards the TV.
"I'm not going to let you see the tape, Smith." Kingston said.
Dave stopped in surprise.
"Sir. The messages from the kidnapper is all we have to go on. If I can't see them then I've got nothing."
"You aren't going to get anything out of the tape. There's nothing there that can be used as evidence. I'll provide you with a transcript of his their words."
"You keep saying they, sir."
"There's more than one of them."
"Sir. With all due respect, if you want her back alive, I have to see the tape." Kingston closed his eyes and ran his hand across his face.
"All right." he said, tiredly. "But only you. Nobody else. Understand?"
"Frankly no...,"
"That's the rule! Take it or leave it!" Kingston snapped.
"Uh ... if you insist sir."
"You can see it here. Mister Edwards and I will wait outside." He rose and moved around the desk. Edwards looked curiously at Dave, then shrugged and followed Kingston out of the room. Dave moved to the VCR and then stopped.
He called downstairs and had a kit sent up, then he and Joey dusted the tape and checked for anything unique in the container. Finally, Joey left to sit outside with a stone-faced Kingston while Dave played the tape.
At once, the image sprang onto the screen, clear and bright. It was the Kingston girl. She was naked still and kneeling on all fours, the camera facing her left side. Her breasts hung straight down below her thing frame and her behind was shoved up in the air, as if she had been posed.
Her head hung down, her hair covering her face at first. Then a pair of legs walked into the picture. They were a man's legs, thick and powerfully muscled, and obviously oriental. They stood behind her, then the knees bent and the man began to kneel behind the teenager.
Dave groaned as he realized what was going to happen. He saw the man's erection, and couldn't help but blink in surprise for this was a very, very well hung guy, especially for an oriental. He held his big organ in his hand, his right hand so the camera could pan over the size of it.
The camera closed in on the cock so it filled the screen, then backed away, taking in the girl from head to toes, including the man behind her. The man shoved her legs apart, then hauled up on her belly, raising her ass. Then his right hand came forward and he gripped the girl's long blond hair, jerking back sharply.
She whimpered with pain, the sound loud in the microphone. The man twisted her hair, turning her to face the camera. Dave looked into her frightened, anxious eyes as the camera closed in for a close-up. Then the camera backed away to include the man who was obviously about to rape her.
He sighed and lay back in his chair as the man held her head facing the camera, then pushed his cock against her crotch. The camera was low to the ground, at the same height as Jennifer, and someone obviously was operating it. It slid downwards so it could look into her crotch, where the oriental man's penis was no poised for entry.
The picture broadened, taking in her whole frame again as the man slid his organ into her, then thrust forward sharply, burying his erection inside the girl. Then there was a split screen, one half a close up on her face, apparently taken by another camera, and the other half a close-up on her cunt from behind and to one side.
The picture moved in slow motion, showing the tip of the man's circumcised penis as it penetrated her pubic lips and then moved inside. Meanwhile her eyes slowly closed and her mouth opened, her lips drawn back in a hiss of pain or shock.
The picture speeded up, showing the cock slamming into her and her indrawn gasp of shock, then rewound and played again, and again. Finally the screen returned to normal, a full length shot of Jennifer kneeling and the oriental man behind her, pumping into her quickly and brutally.
The microphone picked up her grunts and moans, and the "slap ... slap ... slap ... slap ... slap...,"of his belly and hips hitting her buttocks. The camera panned up and down her body, now and then moving in for a close-up of her crotch with the cock sliding in and out.
The man's hands held her hips, then slid down along her sides to her hanging, swaying breasts. He gripped them tightly near her chest and squeezed cruelly, fisting the malleable flesh and digging his fingers in deep, twisting and crushing her breasts as she whimpered and winced in pain.
All the while his hips kept pumping, kept rutting, kept hammering his cock deep into the slender young blonde teenager's crotch. The camera never moved higher than the man's belly as he humped Jennifer with apparent relish.
Abruptly the image shimmered and was replaced by another, almost identical picture. It was still
Jennifer, still in the same position, from the same angle, in the same place, but now the man fucking her was a very dark skinned black man.
His hands roamed her body as he pumped into her, his strokes wilder and harder than the oriental's. He fucked furiously, making Jennifer's entire body shake and tremble as he crashed into her buttocks repeatedly. His cock slid back and forth as he fucked her and his ass twisted and ground from side to side as he humped from different angles.
Again the picture shimmered, again it was a different man fucking the girl, this one a lighter skinned black. Again he fucked her hard, fondled her freely. Again the image shimmered, another oriental was using the poor girl, his cock comparatively small as it rodded her.
The camera slowly slid to her face, and Dave could see the exhaustion and pain and misery on her as her head shook with the blows striking her buttocks. Then the camera panned upward to a blackboard. On the blackboard were the instructions Kingston had spoken of.
Transco was to sell all it's polluting industries, in order, the oil, chemical, and paper. Kingston had only three days to sell all oil companies or else the kidnappers threatened to turn the girl's stay into a "Torment of unspeakable agony."
* * * * *
Jennifer lay tiredly on the small mat on the floor of a small room. She was numbed by the events of the last few days and lay there unmoving, staring up at the ceiling.
After the first raping by the big man, who had gone on to force her to suck his cock and drink his. sperm, she had been dragged out of the bedroom and down the hallway to a large, darkened room. There were several men standing around there, causing her to blush furiously, despite her recent raping.
The man didn't speak to her. The oriental who'd brought her shoved her to her hands and knees on a small mat and slapped her behind until she knelt there in place, unmoving. Men with cameras moved next to her, taking pictures as she hung her head in humiliation.
She hadn't even seen the man at first who'd knelt behind her. Then he'd pulled her up by the hair and forced her to look towards one of the cameras, and thrust into her. She'd had to keep blinking, miserably into the camera lights as he had fucked her.
After he'd cum inside her, he'd moved away and another man had raped her while the cameras continued to watch. After him came another, and another. She'd just knelt there unmoving as one after another of them raped her before the cameras.
As horrible as the ordeal was, even worse was the thought of what they would do with the film. She was horrified at the thought of them sending it to her father, and yet she had the sinking feeling that that was just what they were going to do.
That had been yesterday. Today she had again been raped, again pictures had been taken. The big man who'd raped her first, seemed to be in charge like some kind of obscene director. None of the cameras were around when he'd abused her again.
First they had placed thick, black, steel manacles on her wrists and ankles. A similar steel collar was locked around her throat and thick, heavy chain was connected between the collar, and the manacles on her wrists and ankles.
The big man had again fucked her as she had knelt before him. His sperm had again gushed down her pussy tunnel. After that, he had sat in a chair while she'd sucked him hard again and swallowed his juice.
After that, he had dressed, then led her down the hall to the same room with the cameras and men as she'd been in the previous day. There she had stood still and upright, her eyes blinking numbly as they'd taken pictures of her in her chains.
She was led over to where an oriental man sat on a big, overstuffed chair and forced to her knees before him. The manacles on her wrists had been locked together behind her back as she'd knelt forward into the man's lap, over his naked, semi-erect cock.
One of the camera men had knelt only a couple of feet beside her as she had been slapped and had her hair pulled and then began to cry. She knew the old man who was responsible was pleased when she cried and the cameras watched patiently, taking in her tears.
Then she'd finally given in and began to suck on the man's cock as the cameras rolled. She'd bobbed her lips up and down the long, thick yellow shaft, bending far forward, her belly across the center of the chair and her ass up in the air.
After the man had cum in her mouth, he'd gotten up and a black man had sat there. Again she was forced to suck him, taking his cock deep into her mouth as she bobbed up and down. As he was about to cum, he'd pulled her head up and then fisted his cock.
It had erupted in thick gobs of bubbling white cum, shooting into her face, striking her forehead and eyes and nose and cheeks and lips. Finally the man had wiped his cock across her cheeks and then moved away. The cameras whirring almost silently.
Another man took his place and again Jennifer had to suck him to a cum. like the first man, he'd sprayed his jism into her face and hair. Another man sat before her and her tired lips and tongue worked him to a cum, again sprayed into her face, some shooting against her breasts.
The first man stood behind her then. He'd pulled her up by the hair and bent her backwards as she knelt on the floor. Her chest had thrust out as he'd bent her painfully backwards, pulling her head up and back until it was almost upside down.
Then he'd thrust his erection past her lips and started to pump it in and out of her mouth. She'd groaned uncomfortably, but tried to work his penis up so it would cum quickly. He'd had other plans though. He'd pumped even harder, thrusting his cock-head deep into her mouth, grinding it against the entrance to her throat.
She'd had only the slightest warning before it had smashed into her throat and punched down her windpipe, she'd squirmed and trembled in terror and pain, but he'd held her tightly as his balls came to rest against her upper lip.
He'd begun to pump his cock inside her very throat then, as Jennie had moaned unintelligibly. His cock had fucked her throat like it was a cunt, pushing in and out in long, slow movements that threatened to strangle her.
Finally he'd poured his cum down her throat, pulling out at the end to squeeze the last drops between her upturned, parted lips as the cameras watched.
The big man, Yoshiro-something-or-other, had promised her that each day would be worse than the previous for her, that each would show her how ignorant, weak and abandoned she was. He seemed to take great happiness and pride in telling her this and she couldn't understand why.
Obviously he hated her father, but she didn't know why, nor why he was taking it out on her. She couldn't even think about who was looking at the movies they were taking of her, and she shivered as she lay there, watching the light grow in the room as the sun rose outside. What would they do to her today ? What terrible movies would they take?
FOUR
She didn't have long to wait. It was only a short time later that she was led from her cell to a room, where, as in the precious two days, Japanese women waited to wash her. They seemed as happy as before as they cleaned her, washed her hair, then dried her and carefully applied some make-up.
Then she was escorted to the room, she thought of as the bedroom, where the big man waited for her. As he had yesterday, he'd taken her on her hands and knees, spraying his seed into her belly. Then he'd forced he to fellate him until he was hard again.
This time though, he stopped her once he was hard. He pushed her onto her belly on the bed, then took the manacles that remained on her wrists and ankles, and fastened them by the chains to the four corners of the bed. Thus tightly spread-eagled on her belly, she'd been unable to do a thing to resist him as he'd begun to fondle her buttocks lovingly.
Now she knew what was to happen and cringed inwardly. It was a mortifying thought that he would use her like that, but she knew she could do nothing and tried to remember what she knew of the act. She'd never known a girl who's said she'd done it.
All she knew were the ways boys used it as an insult about homosexuals. Once though, she'd heard a boy say he'd like to "fuck her in the ass" or something like that. She closed her eyes and whimpered in misery as the big man knelt between her legs and gazed down at her rounded buttocks.
His hands dropped down onto her ass cheeks and rested there briefly. His fingers opened and he caressed her soft skin, his hands sliding back and forth, up the length of her ass crack, squeezing lightly against her warm flesh.
His right hand, fingers closed, slid up and down her ass crack, directly across her round hole, sliding down between her splayed thighs to cup her pussy mound. Then he bent forward, dropping his body over hers, laying his full weight down onto her.
He pressed her into the mattress, his heavy, sweating body squashing her slender frame beneath. She felt his muscled chest pressing into her back and his rapidly hardening cock against her ass. He reached down and slid the length of his shaft downwards so it lay along her ass crack.
Then he softly rubbed himself against her, his cock-knob sliding over her slit. He dry fucked her for long moments, his shaft moving between her pussy lips, then he slid aside and she wondered why, wondered at the pressure coming off her body.
Then she felt his fingers at her butt-hole. A long, straight finger pushed against her hole, dipped inside. She felt wetness, slickness, an oily substance on the end of that finger as it pushed into her, forcing it's way past her sphincter.
He pulled it out, and there was a pause, then it pushed against her again. She could feel some gooey substance on it now as it drove slowly down into her anus. She whined softly, her fingers squeezing into her palms.
Then he got atop her again, and this time she felt his prick-head pushed against her rectal opening. It was soft, and at the same time hard. It mashed against her small round opening, seeking entry. The hardness of his shaft was behind it and the weight of his body atop.
It slid into her, slowly, very slowly, then as the knob passed her opening, he suddenly thrust down hard. She gasped and ground her teeth together as his prong stabbed into her anus, slicing down the length of her shit tube as he sought to bury his organ within the tight sucking depths of her rectum.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried. "Ohhhh Goddddddd!" She felt split apart down there, felt torn and ripped as his fat cock forced it's way deeper into her anus. She pulled helplessly at her bonds, but her legs remained wide open as his shaft slit remorselessly into her body.
Inch after inch of yellow cock slid into her ass-hole until his fat balls were crushed up between her buttocks and his belly squashed her ass cheeks beneath it. She could hardly breath with the pain, and with the weight of his body atop her.
She closed her eyes and drew a shaky breath, trying to ride past the pain as the big man began to nuzzle his mouth against the nape of her neck. He chewed and sucked and nibbled at the side of her throat, biting with sharp little nips that made her yelp with pain.
He ground himself against her, sliding his body from side to side, then upward along her body, digging and twisting his prick within her anus. She felt it high up inside her, felt it moving within her body, twisting within the tight tube encasing it.
He began a slow, grinding fuck, his belly rubbing against her as he humped the cock inside her rectum. Then his hands came down on the mattress to either side of her head and he raised his upper body off her back. He began drawing the length of his prick-meat up out of her anus then, sliding it up out of the tight hole until only the head lay buried within.
Then he threw his hips forward, dropping his weight back so his cock drove down into her once more. Air woofed out of her lungs as she felt the cock spear into her. She clenched her teeth tightly against the pain, and tears forced their way through her closed eyelids.
Then he began to fuck her ass-hole with deep powerful strokes, sliding his cock forcefully up and down her ass-hole as he reamed out her anus. His fat cock slid back and moved back and forth inside the elastic tube, pumping, pumping, pumping.
She trembled, pulling nervelessly against her bonds again and again, feeling only that fat cock inside her rectum, churning faster and fastens the man's excitement mounted. It pounded down into her ass-hole, riding a slippery, gooey lining of whatever jelly or oil he'd forced into her.
His cock moved faster and faster, pounding back and forth inside her until the man finally gasped with pleasure and collapsed, his cum gurgling down into her ass tube as he spent himself. He lay atop her for a short time, then rose and left.
A man came in and untied her, another Japanese man, and led the dazed girl out of the room. A minute later she was back in the big room with the camera men and the other "performers".
They all gathered around the trembling girl as she was Jed naked into the center of the room and force down onto her hands and knees. Then her hands were drawn behind her and handcuffed together, forcing her to balance herself on her shoulders, her ass raised high and her legs wide.
One of the oriental men knelt behind her as the cameras pulled in, and she felt his cock at her pussy. He thrust into her with a hard, solid stroke, burying half his shaft instantly. He forced the rest inside and then began to pump. The cameras watched intently as he thrust into her a dozen or so times, then pulled out and re-centered his cock against her anal opening.
Then his cock-head was pushing against her ass-hole, and slowly sank into her. He drove his prong down into her ass-hole, which was still loose and numb from her previous ass-fucking. She closed her eyes as her face was pressed to the floor and tried to keep from crying out loud as his cock impaled her.
He began to fuck her smoothly, the one of the cameras drawing in close to watch the length of his shaft as it slid back and forth in her ass-hole. She opened her eyes briefly to find another camera only inches away, recording her facial expressions as she was so crudely sodomized.
The man's belly slapped repeatedly into her taut buttocks as he rutted against her. Her shoulders and head rubbed back and forth against the floor in time to his powerful strokes.
The cameras stopped.
The man pulled his hardness out of her anus and moved away as she was hauled to her shaky feet. Her hands were unbound and she was led a few feet over to where the black man sat on a small, straight-backed chair. He was naked and his long, fat cock stood straight up in the air as he gazed lustfully at her nude body.
"Get on him and fuck him." One of the men told her.
"And do it good or we'll kick the shit out of you." She was frightened of the threats, and so inured to her rapings by now that she didn't question her ability to refuse. She straddled the chair, facing the man, though she didn't look at him. The cameras whirred as she slowly lowered herself down onto his lap.
She lay flat on his thighs, then rose slightly, grabbing his prick in her left hand and holding it up against her pussy entrance. Then she slowly sank down onto it, letting the thick, dark meat push upward into her body, taking inch after inch of his black cock into her pussy.
She slid down the length of his cock until her ass cheeks were resting on his thighs. She sat there, her hands on his shoulders as she let herself down slowly, wincing slightly as his cock-knob pushed firmly into her cervix.
His big black hands came down and covered her buttocks, pulling her into him, forcing her torso against his as her legs spread wider and her pink flesh hugged his prick. She grunted as she felt herself impaled on the hardness of his erection, but made no resistance.
Her round breasts flattened against his muscular chest and his arms both came around the small of her back. He held his left wrist with his right hand and then pulled in hard. She gasped in pain as his arm crushed her against him. Her crotch was locked against his, her fuck hole deeply impaled on his long black prick.
His arm continued to crush her and her mouth opened in a soundless gasp of pain and fear as he looked down at her cruelly. Then his mouth came down and his lips crushed hard against hers, his tongue stabbing into her mouth.
Her arms and legs jerked and quivered as pain lanced into her back. She sobbed in pain, trying to pull away from him, but unable to move an inch. He made no effort to fuck her, simply holding her there as his mouth raped hers.
Then he slowly loosened his arm, letting it slide away. He seized her head with his hand and held her an inch away from his face, glaring at her.
"Fuck me, bitch." he hissed, in a low sneering tone, his hands came down away from her and she breathed deeply as she moved away from his chest. She barely resisted an impulse to leap to her feet and run away, knowing it would bring her only pain.
Instead she slid her hands back onto his shoulders and began to push herself upward. His cock was so tightly buried inside her that she had to tug with her crotch to move upward, to shake herself loose from his organ.
She slid upward on his cock, then slowly lowered herself as the cameras watched. She repeated the act, beginning to fuck him. She began to rise and fall, rise and fall, sliding her box up and down his up-thrust prick.
She could feel, could sense the exact penetration of his shaft, of his knob up inside her from this angle, could feel, almost see his hard prong pushing up into her body as she slid downward. Her weight made the shaft punch upward through her soft pink pussy flesh each time she dropped down, sliding far up inside her belly.
Then his arm came around the small of her back again, as before jerking tight like a vice and locking her crotch against him. Her upper body bent backwards in pain as his fists joined together at the small of her back and ground brutally into her.
Her toes scratched at the floor as she quivered and shook and whined against him. Then she felt other hands at her buttocks as he lifted her slightly. She felt a cock against her anus, felt it pushing hard against her.
Hands shoved her against his chest, crushing her up against him. She couldn't even turn her head to look as the other man's cock forced it's way into her rectum.
* * * * *
Dave watched as the second black man forced his cock into the girl's ass-hole, impaling her on two big black pricks as she was helplessly pinned against the first black man. He watched the man force every last inch of his thick cock into the teenager's ass-hole.
Then the two men began to hump into the girl, alternating their rhythm as they slammed into her again and again, rocking her back and forth on their two cocks. He could see both n's faces clearly, and wondered why on earth they would allow this.
The two men pulled back, the seated man sliding her down along his thighs and raising her ass in the air so she was half squatting atop him. Then the two men lunged against her, slamming their cocks into her from either side, crushing her slim body between their muscular chests.
The girl grunted and gasped in pain, double reamed and bruisingly crushed. The two men drew back, then lunged forward once more, their pricks spearing into her. Again and again they crushed her between them until finally cumming inside her.
That wasn't the end of the tape, of course. They lay Jennifer on her left side on the floor. Two more men, both Orientals, knelt there, one by her ass, the other by her belly. They lifted her right leg high into the air, then pushed forward with their cocks, forcing them into her anus and cunt at the same time.
They began to fuck her with deep strokes, at fist alternating, sawing back and forth against her taut crotch holes, then joining together with powerful, jarring thrusts until they too, seemingly came inside her.
There was no doubt at all that the ransom itself was of little importance. Dave figured that the real reason the girl had been kidnapped was right there on the TV. They wanted to use and abuse her so they could film it and send the tapes to Kingston.
On the screen, the girl was rearranged, on her hands and knees. A man knelt behind her and entered her anus, fucking hard as another knelt before her. Her hair was yanked to raise her head, then a cock was thrust between her lips and once again she was pounded from two directions at once.
Then another man knelt at her face, his hand gripping her hair and twisting her head aside, pulling her face up against his hard erection. Her lips opened tiredly and he thrust his cock into her mouth. The three men pumped away at the poor girl, fucking her excitedly, running their hands all over her body, squeezing, pinching, stroking.
The camera kept moving in for extreme close-ups, first focusing on her ass-hole, and the cock thrusting back and forth there, then widening to take in her entire groin, and both the cocks there as they pounded into her. It moved in for a close-up of her fuck-hole then and watched the glistening length of fuck meat as it slid back and forth.
Then it was her pretty young face, her lips wide and her cheeks pulled in as she sucked on the thick cock sliding back and forth there. Her eyes were weary and dull as she sucked the cock, and Dave could see her tongue sliding back and forth against her cheeks as she moved it over the shaft within her oral orifice.
Then the scene widened again, taking in all four participants in the lewd scene. Dave had never scene anything like this, despite his experience in the FBI. This was a deliberate degradation, perpetrated against the girl for the sole purpose of angering or humiliating her father.
They picked her up by the ankles, a man holding each leg with one hand as he forced his cock into her with the other. She was hung upside down between two men, one of whom slid his cock into her ass-hole, and the other who fucked his prick down her cunt.
They held her legs wide as they fucked into her. The girl's head hung down a foot above the floor as they pumped her crotch holes. A third man slid under her on his back, raising his prick straight upwards and yanking back her head so she was looking straight down.
Then he slid his cock into her mouth. From that angle of course, her mouth led straight up to her throat and his cock had no difficulty sliding into it and up into her chest. Her lips were pressed against the man's balls as his long cock was fully embedded in her throat.
Another man knelt down in front of her, managing to push between the legs of the man fucking her cunt. He seized her two titties and slid his cock between them, mashing them tightly against his sliding meat as he fucked against her chest.
The camera angle kept changing, the scene going from far angle to close-up. For long minutes the four cocks tormented the girl, pumping into her as the men shook and jerked and yanked on her body. Then one by one they dropped their loads of semen into her exhausted body and then pulled away, finally leaving her on her face on the floor, with the final man pumping his cock slowly up her ass-hole.
Then he too finished and the camera showed the girl lying there alone before sliding up to the blackboard again, and the message there. It was similar to the last one, ordering Transco to sell all it's oil stocks at once.
It was obvious to him, as to the other men in the security branch, that Kingston had made a powerful enemy somewhere in Japan. Either that or someone was trying to make them believe that. It took only a cursory scanning of the files to find out who that was most-likely to be.
After all, it had been the security branch, and it's expensive and productive espionage unit, that had flagged the-likely sale of the Hensa's American oil company, and had bugged the meeting that had decided who was going to get it.
It had been a steal for Transco to move in cheaply and take the company away from Gingta Co. In another year they'd sell the company for twenty or thirty times what they'd paid, that is, if Kingston didn't sell the stock first.
And who would buy it? Gingta oil? The man who ran Gingta Co. was supposed to be both ruthless and incredibly arrogant. Nobody had ever proved criminal wrongdoing before, but then the Japs were pretty cozy at the high executive levels.
Gingta was not known to have any kind of security branch, nothing like Transco's anyway. So if they'd done something like snatch Kingston's daughter, and in such a professional way, it had-likely been hired out, and Japan was the place to do that too. The Yakuza there were well know. Hell, they were almost public corporations in their own right.
Of course it might just be a setup, someone trying to frame Gingta for this while they took advantage of the confusion. The only thing that pointed to Japan was the original print. That and the fact that several of the men in the videos were oriental.
The phone rang and he picked it up.
"Hello."
"Dave? This is Phil. Guess what? A Gingta Company jet touched down in Los Angeles yesterday. According to the records, another arrived the day before, and one the day before that too.
"Each carrying a video?"
"Maybe. I checked the records for the past two years. Gingta does not make a habit of flying jets into LAX. They do it maybe two or three times a year. No more."
"So if they're flying in these videos, we should get another in today."
"One's due at sixteen hundred hours."
"I want you to stay there. I'll send some more people to you. I want the passengers on that plane followed, do you have any contacts in customs there."
"Some."
"See if you can get someone you know to search their luggage. Let me know if there's a video tape."
"If I can."
Five hours later the phone rang again. "It's Phil. One guy got off the plane. He's carrying a cassette."
"Where is he?"
"He's driving north on Marywether. I'm right behind him."
"Any idea where he's headed."
"Not so far."
"Okay. I'm gonna meet you. Hang tight."
It had just occurred to him that he was no longer with the FBI or any police force and that he wasn't going for some kind of arrest and conviction. He didn't need not steenking warrant for this guy to see. He dashed to the elevator and five minutes later screeched out of the parking lot in the company car.
He called Grogan again and kept the line open as he moved to intercept the Jap. It didn't take long. The guy was headed downtown. Then Phil reported that the guy had spotted them. They were now moving at close to seventy and pinwheeling around corners and through traffic.
Dave kept turning from one street to another, trying to intercept the Jap as two other cars pursued him. Finally the man made a mistake. He turned down a long street with no side streets and Dave was near the other end.
He stepped on the gas and raced forward, tires squealing as he turned around the corner and headed straight for the oncoming Japanese man. Ahead he spotted the guy, dodging back and forth in traffic. He jammed on the brakes and the car slid sideways, blocking oncoming traffic.
Other cars honked and squealed as they tried to dodge him. Within seconds there was a dozen cars stopped, completely blocking the road. The Jap slid to a stop and the two company cars pulled in behind him. He threw it into reverse, ramming the first car, but he was driving a compact and didn't have any weight behind it.
Four men jumped out and surrounded his car, guns drawn. Dave jumped across a couple of cars and arrived just as Phil dragged the man from his car.
"Too many people around!" he yelled. "Get him into your car and drive him to the docks. Take his car along and I'll follow."
They dragged the protesting man into one of the other cars while one of the men got into his. Dave ran back to his car and backed it away, then turned and drove fast. Ten minutes later the four cars were pulled up under a bridge.
"Only thing here is this briefcase." Phil said, showing it to him.
"Open it."
"Locked."
"See if he's got the key."
"Hey. You got the key for this?" Phil asked the man. The man glared back, not answering. Phil rifled through his suit as another of the men held him in place and emerged with a set of keys. He tried several small ones in the lock and it popped open.
There was a tape sitting right there on top. He pulled it out and walked back to his car. He'd brought one of the company cars meant for senior execs. It had a VCR and small TV in the back. He got in and popped the tape into the VCR, then turned it on.
FIVE
Jennie got almost no sleep. Her long sexual mistreatment before the cameras had exhausted her. It had gone on and on, with the men taking her repeatedly, not solely for the camera, but also for their own lustful purposes. Her ass-hole had ached for hours afterwards and she could hardly talk, even if there were anyone to talk to, for her throat had been plumbed repeatedly. Every day seemed to be worse than the one before, just as Yoshiro had warned her. No matter what she did or said, she was given no respite and shown no mercy.
Morning came and again she was taken to the bathing room where the three Japanese women carefully cleaned her, then she was brought to see Yoshiro again. She walked into the room resignedly, and Yoshiro ordered her to her knees.
He stood above her, looking down disdainfully. She knelt, straight-backed, her arms at her sides, looking up and waiting for him to give her orders. After three days of constant raping she had little spirit left to resist or rebel.
He gripped her hair and pulled her face against his groin. His cock was soft but he didn't seem to want her to suck him. Instead he just rubbed her face over his crotch for a while, then he stepped back and shoved her forward onto her hands and knees.
He knelt behind her and entered her cunt, casually fucking her for several long minutes as she knelt there. He came inside her, slapped her ass and then rose and left the room. She didn't know why he left her every morning, only to send someone over to bring her over to him.
Soon the man arrived, and she submissively followed him down the hall and into the other room. There were no naked men waiting her this time. Instead there were two very large, very black women, both naked. She looked at them in surprise and consternation.
The cameras were there, and Yoshiro sat in his normal chair, ready to watch the action. She was shoved into the center of the room and the two women, both of whom towered over her, moved against her. Then they pressed their nude forms against hers and began kissing and fondling her.
Their hot black skin pressed against her from both sides. Jennie groaned as the one in front seized her head between strong fingers, bent it back and locked their lips together. The woman's big hard breasts pushed into Jennie's chest.
She had big fat lips and a huge afro. Her body was thick boned and her breasts large and fat. The one behind her was slimmer, but seemed more muscular. She had very, very short hair, with small breasts. Her skin gleamed black as if oiled.
The woman behind her kept humping her crotch into Jennie's buttocks. Her hands slid around Jennie, cupping and squeezing her smaller pink orbs, fondling and kneading the soft meat. Then one hand slid down between her thighs and began to fondle her pussy.
For long minutes the two women sandwiched her like that, rubbing their bodies back and forth against hers as they kissed and stroked her. Then the one in front drew away, moving back and sitting down on a wide chair. She spread her legs and slouched back, opening herself up.
The woman behind Jennie shoved her forward, pushing down on her shoulders to force her to her knees in front of the seated woman. This was like school, she thought, her face going against the dark black cunt. The only difference was there were no blacks at school.
She knelt there and her fingers slid into the woman's cunt, opening it, revealing the pink flesh inside. The other woman knelt behind her and Jennie felt something hard at her crotch. She turned to see a long thick black dildo strapped to the woman's crotch.
They turned her head back and the seated woman, pulled her face into her crotch. Jennie slid her fingers between the woman's pussy lips and opened her up, then tentatively licked at her slit. She felt the other woman's fingers at her own pussy lips, spreading them wide as the hard rubber dildo pushed against her.
The dildo was harder than any of the numerous cocks that had forced their way into her body in the past three days. She winced and whimpered in protest, but knew she could not escape the careful penetration. The dildo pried her cunt-lips apart and slowly moved into her.
Meanwhile she began tonguing the other woman's clit, running her tongue back and forth against the little pink bud in fast little swipes as she rubbed her fingers up and down the slit. She slid a single finger into the woman's fuck-tube and pushed it up inside her.
The woman held her head tightly and ground her crotch upward in slow circular movements as Jennie ate her. The woman behind pushed more and more of her rubber prick into Jennie's defenseless twat-tube, jamming it up hard when it seemed her pussy was too small to take it all.
She began to twist the dildo from side to side, then began carefully fucking into the white girl. She humped back and forth, playing to the camera, letting it ease in close to watch the dildo penetrating the blonde girl's pussy.
Her hands stroked Jennie's back and buttocks as she stroked smoothly, going faster and faster. Soon she was pounding the dildo into Jennie so hard that she was ramming the slender girl's body forward with each powerful thrust.
Jennie's face was smeared with cunt cream as the other black woman grunted and moaned and rubbed herself against her face. Her tongue slid high up into the black woman's cunt, slurping and sucking at her cunt-juices as the woman came heavily.
The two women exchanged places, and Jennie began to tongue a new cunt. Again she began sucking on the lips, tonguing the clitty and pumping her finger in the woman's box. The woman slouched back, legs spread wide, and a single hand on top of Jennie's head.
Her other hand fondled her own breasts as she humped up into Jennie's mouth. She lay back, moaning softly and bouncing her ass on the edge of the chair.
The other woman hadn't donned the harness holding the dildo. Instead she knelt behind Jennie and fucked the dildo in and out with her hand. Then she suddenly slapped Jennie hard on the ass. The sound made a loud "CRACK!" in the quiet room.
Jennie squealed and tried to pull her head up but the other woman held her in place against her crotch. The woman behind her continued to pump the dildo hard into her cunt. She raised her hand and slapped her ass again, even harder.
Again there was a loud "CRACK!" along with a yelp of pain from the blonde. Again she jerked back but was held in place with her face locked into the woman's crotch. The woman fucking her with the dildo began to spank her then with slow slaps.
They weren't as hard as the first two, at least, most of them weren't. She would slap several times, each stinging, but not too badly, then she would give her a good hard slap that made the blonde tremble and shake and jerk backwards to escape the pain.
Her hands were seized and pulled up behind her, then locked together with steel bracelets. Then the woman behind her, whom Jennie couldn't even see since her face was stuck against the other's cunt, began to spank her fast, her hand slapping down repeatedly against Jennie's soft, tender ass cheeks.
There wasn't anything Jennie could do but take it. she winced at each blow but kept licking and tonguing the other woman's clit. Whenever she slowed the woman pulled her hair so she moved her tongue quickly. The woman was gyrating her hips round and round, and then her cum gushed out of her crack and into Jennie's face.
The woman behind her seized the dildo and gave it several rapid pumps as she continued to slap Jennie's ass with one hand. Then she thrust if far inside her and moved back slightly. There was a whistling sound and something else cracked against Jennie's upturned ass.
She yowled into the pussy before her as her ass exploded with pain. She managed to turn her head for just an instant, just long enough to see the other woman holding a belt in her hands. Then her face was twisted back into the other's pussy again.
The belt whistled through the air and again cracked down hard across her buttocks. Again and again it lashed down across Jennie's helpless ass cheeks, bringing stinging pain into the girl's sensitive flesh as the girl knelt helplessly.
Jennie's ass wiggled and jerked and twisted and bobbed and shook under the constant rain of blows.
The soft white skin turned an deep, ugly red. The pain made her whole ass burn and throb angrily. Tears of pain slid down her cheeks as the woman sitting yanked cruelly on her hair, forcing her tongue back against her clit.
The dildo was like a hard lump between Jennie's legs, it made her pussy bulge outward and pressed hard against her cunt-lips and cervix as her legs closed instinctively against the brutal whipping. Closing her legs only made her cunt tighter around the hard rubber cock and she groaned into the cunt-flesh before her as it pinched up against her clitty.
The black woman behind her seized the dildo and began twisting it around inside her, ignoring her squeals of pain and misery. She gave it several quick jerks and thrusts, then resumed her brutal whipping of the white girl's ass cheeks.
* * * * *
Dave watched the blacks raping the thin blonde, watched the dildo thump into her from behind, watched her round ass getting beaten, watched as she was pushed back onto her back on the floor and one of the blacks moved atop her like a man, thrusting the dildo into the blonde girl's pussy.
They took the girl in every position imaginable, on hands and knees, on her back, with her ankles pushed back against her head, on her side and upside down. The squatted atop her face and rubbed their pussies against her cunt and face and tits. They forced her to suck and chew on their breasts and nipples, and to lick their ass-holes, and cunts and suck their toes.
Finally, they dragged her to her feet. The black woman with the big afro stood behind her, one arm behind Jennifer's back, through the girl's handcuffed arms, the other hand gripping her tangled hair, holding her head up.
The other woman walked up and punched the teenager int he belly. Dave almost winced himself as the blond girl gasped in pain and tried to double over. The other wouldn't let her though. The other woman punched her in the belly a second time, then punched her right breasts, mashing the meat.
She punched her left breast then, then her right again. She brought her knee up hard into Jennifer's crotch, ramming hard bone up into soft, pulpy cunt-meat. Then she calmly began to slap the girl in the face. She used alternate hands, slapping the girl on the left cheek, then the right.
He watched perhaps thirty blows before the woman stopped. Then they let the girl drop to the floor. She moved slowly, her eyes blinking slightly. The women moved away, then one turned back and kicked brutally hard into Jennifer's stomach.
The tape ended with the same blackboard shot, ordering Kingston to sell his oil shares. He got out of the car and went back to where the Japanese man was being held.
"Who do you work for?" he demanded. The man glared at him insolently.
"We can force it out of you." The man held his hand up with a sneer. There were two fingers missing. The Yakusa often cut off one of their fingers before their boss if they made a mistake, as a sign of apology and devotion.
"I'm not impressed." Dave grunted. "Get enough drugs in you and you'll talk."
A train was approaching. Dave turned to look at it for a moment. "We've got more witnesses today than we need." he said. "Bring him and we'll see if we can find someplace more private."
They shoved the man towards the car, but he suddenly lashed out with a furious sideways kick, throwing the man there aside. He chopped at the arm of the man holding him, then broke loose, racing towards the train with the rest of them in pursuit.
Dave thought at first that he was going to get away, running in front of the train and using it to block pursuit. But to his astonishment the man flopped down across the tracks and grabbed tightly to the rail. Two of his pursuers slid to a stop next to him, grabbing at his arms but he hung on fanatically as the train grew closer and started blowing it's whistle.
They pulled frantically at him, their heads turning back towards the oncoming train, then finally leapt back as the train, it's wheels squealing, roared over the man. Dave stopped and turned away, not eager to see what was left.
"Jesus! What a psycho!" Phil gasped.
"They're like that, the Yakuza. Fanatics."
"What do we do not?"
"First off we get the hell away from here before the police show up."
"What about the tape."
"It was her all right. She must be in Japan."
"But where?"
"That I don't know yet, and we better find out fast. These tapes are getting worse each day."
* * * * *
Jennifer spent the evening, night, and early morning against a cold stone wall, her hands chained together above her head. The room she was in was kept in complete darkness, most of the time.
Every now and then, at irregular intervals a powerful spotlight would blink on and focus directly at her. A siren would wail and suddenly a powerful jet of freezing water would spray onto her body from the nozzle of a hose placed only a few feet in front of her.
The light, siren, and water would assault her for five seconds or so, then she would be left in darkness and silence, dripping wet and freezing cold, with adrenalin streaming through her blood. Needless to say, she got no sleep whatsoever.
To make matter worse, a thick vibrator had been forced up her anus, and a second up her vagina soon after the previous day's video was done. A small chain was tied around her waist, a second chain descended from the front, hooked through a small round hole in the base of both vibrators and went up between her buttocks to attach to the back of the chain around her waist, keeping both vibrators firmly inside her.
Around midnight a man had come and placed fresh batteries in the vibrators, first hauling her legs out and shoving them up and to either side of her body and fucking his own cock deep into her cunt-box.
Morning came and she was half-dragged along the hall to the bathing room, where the three Japanese women, as happy as ever, carefully washed and dried her. First removing the vibrators, changing the batteries, then placing them back inside her when they were finished.
After that she knelt on Yoshiro's floor and sucked his cock as he stood above her, stroking her hair. Her hands were free and hung loosely at her sides. She was utterly exhausted, bone weary mentally broken. She made no resistance to anything, acting dazed even before the day had truly begun.
Yoshiro knew the events to come would wake her up. After he had raped her throat and then forced her to give both his feet a tongue bath, she was pulled along the hall to the other room where the cameras awaited her.
Two men pulled her into the center of the room and stopped, then raised her arms above her head. They carefully fastened each wrist into a manacle, hanging from a chain, then left her there, almost hanging from them because of weakness.
Her chin rested on her chest, raising every now and then as she blinked around at the others in the room. Then Yoshiro just behind her and to the right, nodding at a thickly muscled Japanese man. The man stepped forward, holding a long, thin cane in his hand.
He swished it back and forth a few times experimentally, then stood behind Jennifer and to her left, holding the cane in his right hand. He raised his hand, drawing it back, then threw it forward. The thin wooden cane hissed through the air and cracked down against the blonde girl's buttocks.
She screamed, the sound immense in the stone room. An angry red, horizontal line appeared directly across the middle of her twin white buttocks. The man raised the cane again, once again whipping it down across both cheeks. She screamed, her lower body lunging forward helplessly, unable to contain the force of the pain.
Yoshiro snapped a finger at one of the men, indicating the lever for the chains. The man hurried over and turned it, raising the girl off her feet.
The cane lashed down across her ass again, and the blonde howled in pain, shaking and writhing, kicking her feet furiously. Again and again the cane slashed across the girl's ass cheeks, leaving them crisS' crossed with dark red lines of pain.
Then he stopped, placing the cane on a nearby table and picking up a dark leathery instrument, similar to a riding crop only slightly longer and with less weight. He raised it and brought it down hard against her back, high up near her shoulders.
The sound was deep and harsh, a meaty thwack of force as it impacted against her flesh. She shrieked in agony, her entire body jerking and twitching and shaking. Yoshiro held up his wine glass and a servant quickly hurried forward and refilled it.
The crop slashed against the middle of the blonde's back, again bringing howls of pain from her. It next cut across the top of her buttocks, then against her shoulders, then the middle of her back once more. Blow after blow landed on the helpless pitiful girl's back until new ones brought only a short gagging cry and gasp.
The man stopped, putting the thing back on the table and looking to Yoshiro, who nodded. The man picked up something that looked like a fork, though much bigger and made of heavy wood. He walked around in front of her and Yoshiro changed his position so he could watch.
The "fork" was about a foot and a half long, the teeth made of tough hard rubber. He threw his arm forward, crashing the teeth across the blonde's right breast. The force of the impact crushed the soft meaty orb, the teeth splatting down on the malleable flesh with terrific force, cutting it apart, sending wads of soft meat up between them as they dug deep furrows in the already bruised meat.
She screamed anew, despite her hellish exhaustion and numbness, the agony too harsh and cruel for her body's senses to ignore. Her breast throbbed and burned, several angry red lines cutting across the still jiggling meat.
He brought the terrible instrument down again, this time on her left breast. Again she shrieked and howled in agony, flailing her legs as her body jerked and thrashed furiously. He struck her right breast as she still writhed from the previous blow, then struck her right again, then her left.
He finished soon, her breasts lined with so many lines there was little of the white flesh to be seen. He picked up a belt then and began furiously whipping it against her belly and lower chest.
When the whippings were finished she was taken down and forced onto her knees, her face shoved into the stone floor and held there by the hair as one after another, the men knelt and stuffed their erections into her anus and vagina.
Her thinking processes were totally gone by then, leaving the girl as nothing more than a mindless slab of meat for their amusement. Pain still assaulted her continuously, as it would an animal, but it's source and her condition were not things that she could think about.
She was a pliable, moveable doll, one that gurgled and grunted and whimpered, but not one with any conscious thinking process. Though her eyes were open, what she saw made no impact on her mind. They pushed and pulled her this way and that, positioning her for their sexual attacks throughout the morning.
She was taken back to be chained against the wall again, the batteries in her vibrators replaced once again. She hung there for unknowable time, a pitiable creature without the intelligence of a dog, quivering and trembling with pain and misery.
Gradually one source of pleasure made itself known on her body, one source from amid the many sources of pain. It was little enough, but her body seized upon it as a source of distraction from the agony assaulting it and her senses tried to fix on it.
The pleasure seemed to grow and the creature sighed in response. It was between her legs, where a strange kind of buzzing thing existed. She didn't consciously think about it, or anything, yet in a disembodied way, was aware of the pleasure, and cultivated it.
Her thighs closed and rubbed together around the buzzing instrument, increasing the pleasure. She groaned softly, her eyes blinking open momentarily. Her ass pushed against the stone wall, rubbing in slow circles.
Her ass cheeks began to hump outward, thrusting her crotch instinctively towards the source of the pleasure now inundating her body. A terrible heat arose from between her legs, making her quiver and shake.
Her head raised and drew back, hitting the wall behind her as her back arched. Her legs straightened, and her ass pulled away from the wall. Her legs slid sideways, opening her moist crotch involuntary, instinctive response to the pounding waves of sexual fever burning up into her groin.
A long, low moan of desperate pleasure came from between her puffy lips, and he body gave a massive shudder. Her head rolled from side to side against the wall and her back arched again and again, throwing her swollen, stiff-nippled breasts up and out.
Then she collapsed completely, hanging exhaustedly from her wrists for a time. Slowly the energy in her groin began to build up again, and once again she began to squirm and tremble, her legs spread and she humped her ass forward, then back against the wall.
Doing this, the wall impacted against the small part of the vibrators that stuck out from her cunt and anus and a mammoth blast of ecstasy stabbed into her vitals. She cried out, her eyes opening wide. She arched her back, trying to bend, trying to bring her crotch up as she slapped her ass back against the wall again.
She groaned in pleasure, grinding her ass against the stone. She began to slap her buttocks back against it maniacally, her cheeks jiggling and bouncing as she rammed herself back again and again. Her belly exploded with pleasure, a pleasure that momentarily blocked out all pain in her tortured body.
She quivered and shook, grunting furiously as a giant orgasm rolled through her. Her body was now little more than one large sensory receptor now, every jingling nerve on edge, heightening every feeling to tremendous levels.
The orgasm roared through her like an avalanche. Her body thrashed and shook as if in a fit. Her ass slammed back repeatedly as her eyes rolled in her head and drool slid down from her open mouth, wetting her breasts and belly.
She collapsed again, only to begin the cycle anew.
SIX
Dave Was on a Transco jet to Tokyo by the next day. Accompanying him were half a dozen CIA veterans, used to what the Agency liked to call "wet" operations.
Kingston had been adamant that they do whatever was necessary to rescue his daughter, no matter the cost, and Dave, despite his background in law enforcement, had been too outraged by the videos he'd watched to worry about according any suspects their rights or due process.
Carefully secreted on the plane were all the equipment the team might need in their work, most of it highly illegal in Japan. Certainly the fully automatic machine-guns, complete with silencers were. Probably the grenades were too.
The ex-CIA boys were happy to be back at the rough work, carefully checking through their equipment on the flight. Dave looked at them cynically, like a zoo keeper watching the animals. He didn't trust a one of them.
Oh, he knew they were reliable and very good at their work. He just didn't trust the breed as a whole. He would have preferred to go alone, perhaps with a few friends like Phil and Ed, but these people had more experience in operations like this.
The man they thought was ultimately responsible for the kidnapping and abuse of the Kingston girl, was Yoshiro Hamma, a powerful, influential man in Japan, who doubtless had numerous friends in high places to call upon if needed, and to warn him if any official investigation was launched into him or his company.
Hamma spent all of his time either at his estate on the coast, or at the top of his company's tower in downtown Tokyo. like most such men in Japan, he was a workaholic, rising early and spending all day and most of the night at work.
That meant they had plenty of time to hit his estate, the most-likely place to find the girl if Hamma himself was involved with her abuse. Dave was willing to bet that, despite the danger, he'd had her brought to his personal estate so he could observe, and perhaps, take part in the girl's humiliation and abuse.
He obviously was an arrogant man, and would probably feel there was no worry of the place ever being invaded by police. His people would be trusting and loyal, and he wouldn't want to spare the time needed to go to some other hiding place.
No. Dave was willing to bet she was there, if Hamma was guilty of course. There was also the strong possibility that this was all a setup, that someone else, perhaps one of Hamma's competitors, had framed him and Gingta.
There was no hard evidence of any misdeeds by the man. That his was the only Japanese company Transco had had any significant altercation with was why he was under suspicion, that and his reputation as a man who was not to be trifled with.
The Japanese customs people, so thorough on civil flights, were far too polite to give the plane of a powerful corporation, loaded with senior executives, more than a cursory look before clearing them. They did not turn up any contraband of course.
They checked into one of the best hotels in the city. To do less would arouse suspicion. Their bags were mostly just weight to fool the hotel employees, though of course, some of their gear was also in them. Their briefcases in particular, were nothing but cases for the automatic weapons within.
They'd gotten them from the secret service, who used them to guard the President. Tugging on the handle in a certain way would make the case fall apart, leaving the man clutching the handle of an Uzi ready for action. It was ideal for Japan's corporate mentality, where everyone carried a briefcase.
Dave and one of the CIA people drove past Hamma's estate in their rented car, carefully filming it with a small camera. They drove past several times, though careful nor to be noticed. There seemed to be only one direction to hit the place from, that being the street.
It backed against a sheer drop to the water below. Two other large estates were on either side, both also with high walls and, no doubt, heavy security. Besides, Dave didn't like the idea of climbing two walls to get to the place.
* * * * *
Jennie's eyes kept closing, and each time the man slapped her face lightly to get them open again.
"I love to fuck." she said, tonelessly. "I like fucking. I like to fuck black men. I like to fuck everyone. I like to fuck women."
She spoke into a microphone, her vision constantly blurring and losing focus.
"I am a slut. I am a prostitute. I take money to lick men's cocks." Her voice lost strength, becoming a whisper and the man slapped her cheeks again, waking her slightly.
"Please do what they tell you Daddy so I can come home and fuck you. You can fuck my ass-hole." she mumbled. "I want to lick your cock. I want to feel your cock in my cunt hole."
One of Yoshiro's assistants had had an inspiration. Over the next video tape, they would play the constant droning of the girl's voice, saying outrageous things even as the tape showed her being abused. Her words would halt when they used the electricity on her of course, for they wanted her screams to come through clearly.
"I like to fuck old men and little boys." she sighed. "I like to fuck you and Mommie. I like to suck Mommie's cunt. I like to fuck Uncle Mark and Aunt Ellen. I like to fuck dogs and horses and pigs. I like to play with myself and stick my fingers up inside my cunt."
She was sitting on a low stool, legs spread wide. One of the men slid the vibrator down against her cunt and held it there, rubbing it slightly. Her breathing became harsher, her words more strangled. She began gasping and hissing, then started to moan and whine in pleasure.
Finally came a deep howling cry of sexual release, unmistakable and clear. Her ass rutted against the vibrator as she trembled and shook in mindless pleasure. Behind her, her handcuffed wrists jerked and twitched and tried to pull loose.
Then she sighed and would have fallen forward had they not held her up. They led her across the room to a large, steel, square framework erected there. Her wrists and ankles were pulled wide and tightly fastened to the four corners of the framework.
Then they left her there as the camera focused on the forlorn teenage girl, her head bowed and her body weary. A man moved in, carrying a pair of pliers. He clicked them nastily, then slid the teeth around Jennie's left nipple and squeezed tight.
She gasped and shook, then cried out in agony as the pliers scrunched down on her nipple. The man's face was an evil leer as he twisted the pliers around, threatening to crush her nipple into dust. Then he pulled back, dragging the nipple out, pulling her tit flesh behind it.
Her tit was stretched outward into a tight cone, the tip of which was her tortured nipple, tightly clamped between the steel teeth of the pliers. Jennifer wailed and shrieked, her body shaking as much as her tight bondage allowed.
The man let the pliers open and her tit shot back like a released elastic, bouncing and jiggling as it resumed it's normal round form. The nipple was fat and bulging, swollen in pain still and a deep agony-filled red. He stepped forward, clicking the pliers again as she moaned and her eyes rolled wildly.
Then the teeth clamped down on her right nipple, squashing it tightly. Again Jennie screamed terribly, her body quaking and her head thrown back as her tit exploded in fiery pain. The man pulled outward, stretching and distorting her right tit now, threatening to tear her nipple right off the end.
But he let go again. Jennifer stopped screaming, instead whining and sobbing and twitching now and then. Both nipples were outrageously swollen with pain, throbbing hotly. The man slid something else from his belt.
It was a very sharp needle, about four inches long. He moved right up against her, the camera following, then fastened the pliers around her swollen left nipple, not the whole nipple, just the very tip. He pulled outward a little as Jennifer jerked and quivered, then the sharp little tip of the needle pushed against the side of her nipple.
She watched in a dreadful kind of quivering fascination as the needle slowly sank into her flesh. Hot pain erupted again from her almost numbed nipple as the needle pushed into it and then through, sliding out the other side.
Although the tip was as sharp as a hypodermic, the needle lengthened considerably along it's length. The man slid the needle fully through the hole he'd made in her nipple, widening it as he forced the entire length of the needle through and out the other side.
Then he let her nipple go and moved to the other, repeating his terrible mutilation until that nipple also had a hole pierced through it. Jennifer was an innocent girl, or had been at any rate. Even in her lesbian dominated boarding house, she'd never heard of nipple piercing and would have been appalled to think people did it voluntarily.
The man put his pliers and needle away and pulled out a pair of wires. Each was thin and coated with rubber along most of it's length. The last inch or so was bare however, revealing the coppery wires. He slid the bare wire into the hole in her left nipple, pushing the wire through and out the other side, then twisting the end around and tying it off.
He pushed the second bare wire through her right nipple, again twisting it around so it was tightly tied into place. She looked down in disbelief, her eyes wide and uncomprehending.
The two vibrators had been removed from her cunt and anus, but the chain still remained. The man slid a long, thin metal probe up into her slick lipped pussy, and a second up her rectum. The chain held them in place securely as he fastened wires to the end of the probes, then stepped back.
Again there was a pause. Yoshiro waited in anticipation. Un-like with the whipping, there was no movement or sound from the devices. However the girl's body, hanging slackly now, slowly began to quiver. The quivering became more pronounced, and soon her body was trembling visibly.
Her head rose ever so slowly, her eyes bleary. Then her head moved back and her muscles strained, as if she sought to bend backwards. A terrible moan came from her lips, a long, continuous sound of misery as her body began to shake harder and harder.
Now she screamed, the scream a high warbling cry as her body tore frantically at the framework, shaking violently as electricity tore through her bones and sinew. Her face was contorted, her lips drawn back in a terrible grimace of pain.
Her head snapped back and the warbling cry grew louder, more frantic. Her body was shaking furiously, the metal frame rattling, despite it's strength. Her teeth were chattering and her breasts bouncing and jiggling.
Her hair began to rise as if pulled upward by invisible threads. For long minutes the camera recorded her body and mind disintegrating under the terrible, relentless electrical assault. The camera could only show the outside though.
It could not show the inside, the howling pain, the maelstrom of terrible, agonized sensations screaming along her nerve endings, ripping up an down her spine, frying and bubbling and boiling her insides with it's searing power.
Then she collapsed, as if her strings had been cut. Yoshiro grinned in appreciation, saluting himself for the artist he was. As a final, crowning touch, she was taken down from the metal frame and dragged across to another. This frame was a cross, a simple, wooden cross.
She was pushed up against the cross and raised off the floor. Steel bands closed around her wrists, her upper arms, her throat, and her ankles, in effect, crucifying her there. The camera watched the unconscious girl hanging there on the cross, before moving to the blackboard.
Yoshiro didn't know if her father was religious or not but thought it would have a good effect nevertheless. He sighed and left the room, leaving the girl there on the cross. He showered and went upstairs. It was time for work now.
That didn't mean that the girl would be permitted to rest in his absence of course. He had strict plans for her. It wasn't enough to simple rape her body and torture it. He wanted to rape her mind as well. He wanted to turn her into a cheap, slutty whore, a completely demeaning nymphomaniac who would humiliate her father before she died.
This wouldn't be difficult. American women were mostly whores anyway. All that was required was to let them express themselves openly, instead of hiding behind an image of dignity. There wasn't much, if any dignity left in this girl, and her mind was a broken wreck.
Indeed, before he even left the estate, they'd taken Jennifer down from the cross and used smelling salts to wake her again. Then she was put through her paces, trained as a dog would be, taught what to do, what to say, how to act.
It was slow going, not because of any resistance of course, but because of sheer, physical exhaustion, and the fact that there wasn't much mind there to work with. She would repeat whatever she was told to, not un-like a parrot say, but remembering lines was difficult. Remembering anything was difficult.
They were helped by the sexual vulnerability of her raw young body. Where pain would not get a response, pleasure would. She learned how good it would feel to plead shamelessly, learned how wonderful her pussy would feel with a cock in it, or up her ass or down her throat.
She was taught how nice she could feel if she utterly degraded herself, tonguing feet and boots and ass-holes. What was left of her mind tried desperately to remember the lines, the words, the expressions, so that the throbbing pain of her abused body would be eclipsed, however briefly, by wonderful ecstasy.
She was given injections of protein and adrenalin, sending energy pouring through her bloodstream. When she did well, she was rewarded by the vibrator and dildo, when she forgot, or wasn't enthusiastic enough, it was the whip or cattle prod.
Pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure. Her body learned what to do, prodded and pulled and shoved and slapped into obedience. They were aided by Jennie's own mindless responses, for she had become little more than a wild, carnal creature, her sex at the forefront of her soul.
* * * * *
Although Gingta Co had no real security branch, the Yakuza kept it's eyes on anything that might possibly concern it, and the arrival of a Transco jet definitely concerned it.
A pair of rough looking men, their eyes covered by thick dark glasses, soon arrived at the hotel and waited in the lobby, keeping their eyes open for the Transco men while their superiors tried to figure out who they were and why they were in Japan.
Inquiries at Hensa corporation revealed no reason for any of Transco's people to be here, and the Yakuza clan involved, the Yellow Dragons, decided that these people were not executives at all but some kind of investigating team.
The decision was made to eliminate them. The Yellow Dragons had a lot of time and effort involved with securing a firm hold on Gingta corporation and weren't about to see all of that go to waste. Several more members were dispatched to the hotel where the so-called executives were staying.
They all went upstairs. The Yakuza would question the Americans and if the answers weren't acceptable, kill them. Six men gathered outside the doors to the suite. One of them quickly slid a pass key into the door's lock and softly clicked it open.
The six drew their weapons, four automatics and two revolvers, then the leader made a signal with five fingers. One by one he dropped them and as the last dropped he shoved the door violently open ... except that the door didn't open.
Instead it jammed hard against something and a horrendously loud wailing came from the other side. He cursed furiously, slamming his shoulder repeatedly against the door, which he was finally able to shove open. He and the others rushed in, to find the room empty.
The crouched in place in a semi-circle around the doorway, gazing at the other doors leading to the bedrooms. The leader moved swiftly forward, stealth meant nothing now. He rushed toward one of the door, slamming his foot into it and throwing it open.
There was an enormous explosion and his body was hurled backward several feet, most of his chest a red ruin. Several of the Yakuza fired at the doorway but just then the other doors opened and men appeared. Before they could shift their aim, the room exploded with chattering of automatic weapons.
Three of the remaining five men were twisted and thrown down at once. The other two tried to back towards the door, firing in all directions, but then there was a sound from behind them. One was able to turn before both went down in a tangled mass of limbs and blood.
Dave stepped in carefully, Sean Warren behind him. Both held their Uzi's carefully pointed towards the unmoving bodies ... just in case. The other four men came out of their rooms and moved quickly forward, checking the bodies.
"Pack up now. Get your things and let's get the fuck out of here!" he yelled. The others ran to their rooms and began to gather up the bags that held incriminating evidence. They were professionals. Within a minute they were all rushing through the doors into the hallway, heading for the fire escape.
They sprinted down the ten flights to the basement, then ran across the garage and tossed their bags into their cars, calmly driving out into the street just as the sound of sirens began to obscure the traffic noises.
They passed several police buses as they drove away
A naked mannequin sat on a chair, a male mannequin. Mannequins of course, were not anatomically correct. So the massive erect penis sticking up from it's groin had had to be purchase separately and then glued in place. It was well over a foot long and twice the thickness of most men's cocks.
A picture had been taped over the mannequin's face, a picture of Charles Kingston's arrogant face. Jennifer half walked, half shuffled over to the mannequin and stood before it for a moment, then she spread her legs and moved over it.
She slowly lowered herself onto the mannequin's large dildo cock, moaning slightly as it pushed against her cunt lips, then slowly dropping down, letting it push up deep inside her. She slid down the length of the dildo cock, whimpering at the thickness of it as it plugged her pussy chamber fully.
Her hands were on the mannequin's shoulders as she began to slowly fuck herself on the big cock. The camera's moved in and the microphones were turned up as she whined and groaned and grunted, humping herself up and down with greater and greater force.
Her round cheeked ass rose and fell with fast, bouncing movements, taking the entire length of the massive cock up into her belly as she rubbed her tits against the mannequin's plastic chest. She began kissing the picture of her father, moaning and sighing with pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned. "Ohhhh Dadddeeeeee! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Ohhhhhh Yeeeeeeesssss! Ohhhh Daddeeeeeeee!" she whined, her ass jerking up and down as the camera focused in on her lips crushed against the lips on the picture of her father.
Her hands slid behind the mannequin's plastic head, pulling it towards her as she pushed her own lips harder and harder against the picture. She grunted and sobbed, straining against the weight of gravity as she jounced and bounced up and down the plastic prick.
Her crotch gleamed wetly as the camera focused in on it, and the plastic of the dildo shone against the light each time she slid her ass upwards to reveal it. She ground her ass against the upper legs of the mannequin, rubbing herself forward and back and spreading her hot wet fuck juices over it.
"Yes!" she cried. "OH YESSSS! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! OH DADDY! DADDY! DADDY! DADDY FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Her ass hammered down on the plastic man's thighs as she rode up and down furiously. Her cunt slid up and down the glistening wet plastic prick with savage speed, burning her pussy tunnel as she impaled herself repeatedly.
She rode the plastic man and cock like she was on a bucking bronco, her belly splatting against the mannequins's as she howled an yelled and cried and whined like a psychotic nympho in heat. She plunged up and down on the shining pink cock with delirious joy, her belly churning and bubbling with lust.
The cameras caught every second of it, as did the microphones. It was patently obvious that she was not acting, that she was in the throes of a violent sexual fever. The watching men smiled smugly, pleased and proud of themselves.
In the next scene she was sitting on the floor. Before the cameras had been turned on she had been driven repeatedly to the very edge of sexual fulfillment. Each time her tormentors had backed off, leaving her a screaming mass of frazzled nerve endings with a gigantic volcano of raw lust between her legs.
She sat there in misery, her hands tied behind her back, trying to squeeze her thighs tightly enough to bring herself off. She rubbed her ass against the floor, moaning softly.
The camera watched her. Then a man walked forward, stopping dozen feet away. He was large and bald and black, with a long semi-flaccid cock. Jennifer's eyes lit up when she saw him. Her mouth opened and she licked her lips hungrily.
Her breathing grew faster, her breasts rising and falling quickly on her chest. The black man grabbed his cock and shook it at her, a sneer on his face.
"Look what Ah got baby." he grinned. Jennifer whined in response.
"You want some o' this baby?"
"Yesssss! Oh yeesssssssss!" she whined.
"Where you want it babe?"
"My cunt! Fuck me cunt!"
"You want a fuck baby ? You want a good fuckin' ? "
"Yesssssss! Please! Pleeeeaaasseeee! Fuck meeee! Fuck Jennniiiieeeeeee!" she whimpered.
"Git on yer knees then white girl." he snickered.
Jennifer gasped and rolled over onto her knees, shoving her ass up into the air towards the man, spreading her legs wide. She knelt there for long seconds, her face pressed into the stone and her ass humping desperately up at him.
He didn't move. She whined and whimpered, rutting her ass back, gyrating it in slow circles. She twisted her shoulders around to look behind her, her eye pleading.
"Fuck meeeee!" she moaned. "Fuck meeee Mister?"
"Sorry babe. My cock ain't hard 'nuff." She whimpered in distress.
"Ya'll come over here and suck on it some. It'll git hard."
Jennie started to get to her feet but he stopped her quickly.
"Crawl over here, white girl. Crawl over on yet belly."
She twisted around, coming down flat on the stone floor, her soft young breasts crushed against the cold stone. She started to squirm forward across the floor, panting and mewling in heat, her eyes focused on the prick hanging between his legs.
"That's it, baby. Come an' git it." he cackled, waving his cock again.
Jennie wriggled slowly across the floor, her feet and legs scratching and rasping against the floor as she struggled forward on her belly. Finally she reached his feet and he placed one of his bare feet on the top of her head, shoving it down.
"You kin clean my feet first, white bitch." he sneered. "Then maybe I'll give you a good fuck up your ass-hole."
Jennie's tongue shot out and she began to stab it between his toes, sliding it back and forth across the tops and then sliding it around the side of his foot and up around the ankles. She repeated her furious tongue bathing of his other foot and finally he grunted and laughed lightly.
"You sure are horny ain't you white girl?"
"Yesssss!" she moaned.
"Yer pussy feeling hot?"
"Yesssss!"
"Want a cock up inside you, don't you."
"Pleeeeeaaassee!" she whimpered.
"WeeeeeelU, climb up to yer knees and give it a good suck. Maybe it'll perk up."
Jennie slowly pulled herself to her knees, her face nuzzling his groin. Then she sucked in his still-soft prick and began to work on it with her tongue. She waggled and wiggled her tongue on it, sucking in her cheeks asshe applied pressure to his organ.
It slowly began to harden, enough that she was able to begin pumping her lips up and down on it. Her head bobbed in and out, sliding along the length of his wet shaft as she sought to harden it sufficiently to plug her hole.
"I think thet might be hard 'nuff." he said. She pulled back quickly, her chest heaving. She whirled around, letting herself fall forward onto her shoulders again, raising her ass high.. She knelt there, humping Up at him for several seconds as he stood behind her.
"Nooooooooo ... My mistake. It ain't hard 'nuff yet." he said. "You gotta suck some more."
Jennie sobbed desperately and struggled up to her knees again, turning to face him and sliding her lips over his cock-head again. She bobbed her head frantically, sliding her lips along the shaft, sucking hard, and rasping her tongue against it like she was washing it down.
"Now it's hard 'nuff." he said, decisively. Jennie pulled away, turned around and fell forward again, once more raising her ass and spreading her legs for him. She trembled and quivered as she waited for him to make use of her burning pink hole.
"Not that way, white girl. Git on yer back and spread 'dem legs."
Jennie rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide apart as she gazed desperately up at him. Her feet slipped against the stone as she tried to raise her crotch up for a good deep angle. He grinned down at her, wagging his hard cock up and down, taunting her with it.
"Spread yer legs wider, white girl. Wider. Wider!" Jennie tore her legs as far apart as she could, her entire body trembling and shaking, her eyes wide and her chest rising and falling furiously. Her wrists were still bound behind her and she used them to push up against her lower back, raising her crotch off the ground and arching her back.
"That looks nice. You want a fuck?"
"Yessss!"
"You sure? You sure you want this black nigger cock?"
"Pleeasee! Yeeeessss! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!" Her body was burning with need, sweat pouring off her.
She could hardly breath with the crackling fires howling within her. Her cunt was a searing nova that threatened to burn her alive.
The black man grinned again and very slowly lowered himself to his knees between her legs. She groaned and whimpered in anticipation.
"I dunno, white girl. Maybe I shouldn't."
"Pleeeeasssseee! Ohh Pleeeeaasse!" she sobbed. "Please fuck me!"
He lowered himself across her body, carefully holding his lower body away from her crotch as he began to lightly tweak her rock-hard nipples. "Sure baby? Sure you want this nigger cock up your fuckin' cunt?"
He held his cock in his hand, still grinning at her, as if trying to decide. Then he shrugged and pushed his fat, thick cock-head against her hole, He let' the head slowly sink into her sopping cunt opening.
Then he slammed his cock forward, thrusting it fully into her overheated cunt-box, burying the entire fat length of it inside her belly with a single hard stroke.
Jennie froze, then screamed at the top of her lungs. She began to convulse beneath him, shaking and thrashing in a hysterical fit of orgasmic ecstasy. She howled and shrieked like a deranged maniac as the man pounded his long, thick cock down into her tunnel with dangerously powerful thrusts that jammed the hot, hard fuck-stick deep into her belly.
Her legs flopped on the floor like a pair of fish out of water. Her head lashed back and forth and her entire body was racked with impossibly violent rocking motions. She bawled and whined and sobbed as the black man punched his rock hard prong into the deepest pits of her fuck-box.
Girl juice sprayed out around his furiously pumping shaft as her pussy bubbled over with hot lubrication. A raging firestorm of orgasmic energy ripped through her frame, blinding and deafening her as he rutted down into her.
He pulled her ass up to meet his furiously plunging fuck-wand and bent low, seizing her right tit in his wide mouth and biting down hard, trying to rip the entire mound from her chest. His raping cock was jackhammering inside her, threatening to tear her apart with it's violent stabbing thrusts.
Then her eyes bulged wide, a look of astonished, disbelief on her face. Her body gave a massive shudder, then stiffened for a long moment. Then she gave a sigh and dropped unconscious beneath him
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SEVEN
Guncgi Samara tapped his fingers on the table top, glaring out the window in annoyance. To lose six men at once was more than a little unsettling, worse it was almost inconvenient. He'd obviously been wrong about just what kind of people Transco had sent to Japan.
Worse, the police were very upset with him and the Yellow Dragons, and this was causing concern amongst the other clans. Normally the police didn't care what the Yakuza did to each other, finding it much more cost efficient and effective to let them kill each other, than to try and imprison them.
Unfortunately his people had been killed in one of the finest hotels in downtown Tokyo, in a bloody massacre that was going to become a very big story, nation-wide. He had lost much face today, both with the police and with his fellow Yakuza leaders.
Obviously these people were professionals. Transco had probably hired them from the Mafia, or some other American criminal syndicate. He'd been careless not to think of this. He gazed down at his finger with regret. At the special meeting of clan leaders this afternoon, he was going to have to give them at least one, perhaps as many as three fingers to show his repentance.
In the meantime, he would see to it that these American criminals did not leave Japan, and that they didn't talk to the police either. He had already spread the word. Soon their whereabouts would filter back to him and he would send in a first rate team to dispose of them.
There were few places in Japan for foreigners to hide, especially from the Yakuza, with it's tentacles in the police, government, and half the businesses in the islands. He would find them, and display their heads to the other leaders. Thus would he gain back his face.
Although none of them had ever had to hide from the law, all knew quite well how to go about it. First they got rid of their rental cars, appropriating others in their place. They split up and circled the residential areas, looking for an abandoned house.
It took a while, but they finally found one, in a rundown neighborhood backing onto a dark alley. They easily picked the lock and moved in, searching it carefully for signs of inhabitants. It was empty. Dave eased down onto one of the sleeping mats and tried to think.
Obviously their way home was out. The plane would have been seized by now. However the Japanese authorities would soon find that it had been stolen from it's hanger in Los Angeles, and that the names on the boarding list were fabrications.
The back up plan would go into effect automatically. Transco would have one of it's subsidiaries send another plane into Narita airport and wait for them. In the meantime, the Yakuza were going to become a major problem.
He knew just how organized these people were, and it wouldn't be long before they were found again. They had to get into Hamma's place and get the girl, providing they didn't move her, of course.
Technically they weren't guilty of anything other than smuggling in illegal weapons, but he didn't think the Japanese authorities would be very happy with them anyway.
"We'll have to hit that place tonight." he said to the others.
"No way man." Sean replied, shaking his head. "They'll sure as shit expect that."
"If we wait long, they'll either kill us, or her."
"Yeah, but it ain't gonna do us any good to go in there and get wiped out."
"You have a better idea."
"Not yet, but I think I can come up with one."
"What we need is a diversion." another of the agents sighed.
"For who, the cops or the Yakuza?"
"The cops won't have any idea who we are or why we're here. It's the Yakuza that will be parked outside that Hamma character's place tonight, waiting for us to show our asses."
"How about a good old fashioned Los Angeles drive by shooting?" one of the men suggested.
"What the fuck good'll that do?" Dave demanded.
"Well ... we shoot up a car or two. That takes out a couple of them. The rest take off after us."
"And the police flood the area."
"Not for long. They'll pick up the pieces, hang around for a couple of hours...,"
"Too much time." another shook his head. "By the time they left the Yakuza would be back, even more sure that we wanted the girl."
"Okay, so what then?"
"How about if the cops come and arrest the Yakuza?"
"Fat chance." Dave snorted. "The Yakuza are almost legal. Hell, you want to know where their headquarters are, just look in the phone book. They're all listed."
"No shit."
"But, it somebody calls the cops, and says that there are a bunch of gangsters parked along such and such a street, the cops will still rush over, especially if they think there's gonna be another shootout."
"Yeah, so?"
"So they find these guys sitting around in their cars with machine guns, they're gonna take me in, right?"
"They would yeah. They'd be out of jail damned soon though."
"But we'd have a window there, of maybe an hour or so where the place would be clear of cops and Yakuza., .
"It might work, long as we're careful. But not tonight. They'll be all ready for us."
"When? We don't have much time."
"Tomorrow morning. They'll be more relaxed, figuring if we'd have attacked it'd have been in the night."
* * * * *
Yoshiro was worried. Yesterday's events had been disturbing and unsettling. The Yakuza men gunned down in the hotel had been from the Yellow Dragon faction, the same faction he was currently employing. Furthermore the media reports were claiming that the gunmen had been foreigners ... Americans who had claimed to be from Transco.
He sat back against the several plush pillows propped against the headboard of his large bed. The blonde slut lay draped across his lap on her belly. His hand was softly stroking her buttocks, admiring how smooth and soft and warm they still were, despite the beatings she'd undergone.
She sighed and wriggled slightly against him, pushing her behind up at his hand. He frowned and slapped her buttocks, making her yelp and keep herself more still. Then he resumed his calm stroking. His hand slid along the inside of her left buttock, squeezing lightly, then down between her legs, running over her puffy little pubic mound.
She sighed again, but kept still as his hand slowly rubbed back and forth against her crotch. Just when he was beginning to really enjoy himself this had to happen. The Americans were a violent people, with no manners whatsoever. Now he'd have to kill the girl before he was ready.
His eyes followed the soft folds of the girl's rounded ass cheeks as his hand rubbed and squeezed. He looked towards the window and sighed, his mind turning to business momentarily. His hand continued to absently fondle the girl's ass cheeks until his attention was drawn back to her by the blonde's ass humping up towards him.
His right hand slid along the soft skin between her cheeks, sliding down over her pussy. Her legs opened slightly, then opened wider as his hand continued to stroke back and forth along her ass crack and down between her legs.
He looked down at her little ass-hole staring up at him and probed it with his finger, pushing forcefully to get the digit inside to the first joint. She wriggled her ass back at him, mewling in pleasure.
He pushed his finger deeper, twisting it around and pushing down until it was buried to the knuckle. He probed the inside of her anus, twisting his finger this way and that, feeling the sides of her ass tunnel as the girl pushed her ass back at him.
He pulled his finger out then, picking a bottle of thick lubricating grease from the table beside his bed. He unscrewed it and stuck two fingers inside, digging a thick wad of the grease out and then pushing the two fingers against the girl's ass-hole again. He twisted them around, shoving them into her as she sighed and moaned happily.
His fingers pushed deep behind the greasy lubricating oil and soon both were buried to the knuckles inside her. He withdrew them, then scooped another wad of oil from the jar with three fingers and pushed the three into her.
He held his three fingers tightly together as he pried open her tight little, grease-smeared butt-hole and then drove them down into her with a smooth, even pressure. Jennifer began breathing harder, squirming on his lap as he pumped his fingers slowly in and out of her ass-hole.
He pulled her further forward across his lap, his left arm going around her waist, under her belly and hauling her ass upwards so he could look right down at her anus. He pumped the three fingers several more times, then pulled them out and added a fourth.
Her ass was oiled up good and it took little effort to get all four fingers into her. The deeper he pushed them though, the wider they stretched her little hole. The first joint was simple, the second much more difficult, getting them in to the knuckle required great pressure.
Jennifer was gasping and panting, no longer humping up at him. Her ass-hole was starting to hurt as he stretched it wide open. He could feel the tightness of her flesh around his fingers as he sought to drive his fingers deeper.
With the help of the grease he did it, though it was incredibly tight. Once there he realized that pushing his fingers in further, that is, pushing his hand in further would be simply, for it widened only a little from the knuckles to his thumb. He pushed harder and Jennifer gasped and squirmed downward.
He pumped slightly, having difficulty against the pressure, but slowly sank his hand in until the base of his thumb caught against her butt like a hook, blocking any further entry. He wiggled his fingers around inside her, wondering at the strangely elastic flesh inside her.
It felt rubbery, warm and soft like silk. He had to get his hand into it, just to see what it felt like deeper, and to see just how high inside her he could get his hand. He slid it back out again to the knuckles and pinched his thumb in tight, shoving it past the little hole.
Then he began pushing inward, working in the thumb to the first joint. Now, however, his hand was much wider and it stretched her ass mouth enormously. She whimpered and her small hands gripped the sheets tightly as he drove his hand down.
His arm clung tightly around her waist as she instinctively sought to crawl away. He pushed harder, pulling back minute distances to pump slightly, trying to work her open. Each forward thrust brought his hand a little deeper into the girl's anus, each opened her slightly wider.
The moment of truth came when he had his thumb in almost to the base. The widest point of his hand would come now as he tried to work in the heel of his palm. Her whining became louder and louder and she began to tremble violently as he increased the pressure.
There was a very real possibility that he would tear her open, but that didn't really concern him of course, any more than the pain he seemed to be causing. What was important was his curiosity and satisfaction, and that required burying his hand in the white girl's slutty ass-hole.
He grunted as the pressure against his hand mounted. Despite the thick goopy grease it appeared her ass-hole was just too small for his hand. But he gave it an extra effort and slowly the heel of his palm slid past her opening.
He grinned with anticipation as his hand slowly disappeared into the now widely stretched hole. His fingers sank deeper and deeper into her guts as his entire hand pushed inside, and her anal opening now clamped tightly around his wrist.
His wrist still stretched her out of course, but since it was more the proper semi-round shape, the pain was much less for her. His hand bulged out her ass tube tightly in certain places, but the rubbery flesh accommodated it easier.
He pushed deeper, watching his wrist move inside her and his arm follow. His fingers seemed to touch bottom then, something hard and resistant inside her. He scratched about against it, trying to determine what it was he was touching, then had an idea.
He started to pull his fingers into his palm. One by one, he closed them in until his hand was pulled into a tight fist inside the girl.
For Jennifer having his fist inside her was like nothing she had ever felt. It was a thick, hard, bony ball deep in her body, a ball that pushed slowly forward, moving deeper still.
With his fingers pulled in, Yoshiro was able to push his hand deeper, gaining several more inches. Now his forearm was pushing into her ass-hole and opening her further. He pushed until his knuckles came to rest at the very pit of her rectum.
He sighed in satisfaction, looking down bemused at the sight of her gaping shit hole clamped around his forearm. It was a truly lovely sight, he thought. He started turning his hand inside her, slowly twisting it from side to side.
He worked up pressure and speed, despite the girl's whines and unintelligible protests. Then he slowly edged his fist back, wanting to pump her like a cock. He pulled back several inches, then pushed forward again.
Her ass-hole was so incredibly tight it was hard to get any kind of momentum going. Her ass-hole flesh sucked and pulled at his hand and wrist, resisting any movement. But as he continued, her muscles seemed to relax, either that or he had simply worn them out.
He began to pump faster, using deeper and longer strokes. He started with one inch, one inch back, one inch forward. A minute later it was three full inches, then four, then five, then six, then seven.
Soon he was able to pump his fist right up and down her tunnel, grinding his fist against the base of her tube, then pulling it high up the tunnel until it started to pull out against her anal opening. Then he started working on the speed, working his fist faster and faster, completely breaking down her rectum's resistance.
Before too long his fist was pounding down her ass-hole with furious, brutal strokes, mashing and crushing it's way through her guts as she jerked and shuddered against him.
The rapid pumping motion, the incredible feeling of his fist working it's way back and forth inside her belly, was bringing back Jennifer's excitement, arousing her sexual fervour as she lay helpless across his lap.
She closed her eyes, letting the pressure of his fist tug and push on her groin. She slid her right hand down beneath her, reaching her clitty with her fingers, she began to vigorously rub it back and forth as his fat fist pumped her anus.
He was churning her guts to a frothing jelly, pistoning his fist inside her with wild abandon. He saw her hand sliding down to her cunt and laughed in amusement, then gripped her right leg with his left hand and twisted her over onto her back.
He hauled up on her left leg again, pulling her around so she lay with her legs around him, and he could look straight down at her cunt as she fondled it. He could still pump his hand in her ass-hole, though it was more difficult.
His left hand slid up to her breasts, caressing them, squeezing the soft meat as she cooed and moaned and writhed in pleasure. Her ass bounced against him as she continued to manipulate her clitty. One of her fingers slid into her cunt slit and began to pump as she ground her nails against her clitty.
Her body shook and wriggled, her ass rising and falling with his pumping hand jammed tightly inside. Her feet were flat against the mattress and her knees bent as she humped herself up and down. Yoshiro watched as she came closer and closer to her orgasm.
Then he pulled back on his fist, opening his hand and pulling hard as he squeezed the entire thing back out of her anal opening. She howled and whined, bouncing her ass even harder and fingering her cunt furiously. The last of his hand slid out of her with the same sticky wet sound as a baby coming out of a woman's cunt.
He shoved Jennifer's legs up and far back, jamming her ankles down against the sides of her head as his raging erection pointed down at her cunt. He stuffed his hard sausage inside with a brutal thrust, jamming it deep into her box on the first stroke.
He pounded down into her, his cock a wild piston inside her cunt canal. His ass rose and fell with desperate abandon, then halted briefly. His cock popped free and he slid it into her ass-hole, gaping wide open still.
His cock plunged balls-deep into her rectal tube and he pumped viciously. His cock ripped in and out of her with ease, rutting through the and past her broken sphincter and worn out muscles. His cockknob bounced heavily off the pit of her ass-tube, then slid back up and out.
He pushed it into her cunt again, driving it deep inside her, a powerful steel spike buried in her belly as she came and came, and came again. Then his own climax rode over him and his sperm jetted into her hole, torrents of white semen splashing and gurgling down into her womb.
* * * * *
There were perhaps a dozen cars loaded with Yakuza gunmen parked around the streets outside
Yoshiro Hamma's estate. They waited there through the night, certain that the American gangsters would attack that night.
As day approached they began to worry that the attack would not come. Though dawn of course was an excellent time for attack, the night offered better cover. Dawn broke and the sun climbed into the sky. Many of the Yakuza started their cars with a sigh of disappointment and drove off.
Only three cars remained by six, which was a good thing, because the Transco boys' plan had developed a major problem. The little house they were staying in had no phone. Worse, none of them had any Japanese money at all.
They had plenty of credit cards of course, but payphones didn't take credit.
"Now what the fuck do we do?" Dave snarled, when this ridiculous fact had made itself known.
"We could always go next door and borrow someone's phone." one of them suggested.
"Don't be a dork."
"We'll just have to do it hard and wet." Sean shrugged.
"What's that mean?" Sean held up his Uzi and grinned.
"A gunfight will bring a hundred cops there within ten minutes."
"So we don't have a gunfight. Look, the Japs are probably parked at different points around the estate, positioned to see it, not each other. We use the silencers to take em' out one at a time."
"And you don't think anyone will see us all standing around shooting into a car?"
"No. I don't. Look at these pictures. That place is packed with rich houses. That means big walls, gardens, trees, etc. Nobody can see the street from their windows. All we have to do is be fast and quiet."
* * * * *
Wenzuki Yaklienama was bored stiff. He and his three comrades had been sitting here watching the back wall of the estate for ten hours now and still now sign of the American gangsters. It was after six and he wanted to go down to Kantia district and the little coffee shop owned by that old man Ghoup.
Ghoup was terrified of the Yakuza of course, but too poor to pay his protection money. So Wenzuki took out the money in trade, not coffee of course, but in the use of his granddaughter, a sweet, slim waisted, round assed little thirteen-year-old.
He was starting to get a hard-on, thinking about what he was going to do to little Saame when got there, when he yawned, and caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head casually, and stared into a very wide round barrel of a gun.
His eyes opened wide, and his mouth opened to scream, but then there was a soft ripping sound and he and his companions all jerked and flopped for a few seconds, then tumbled back lifeless in their seats. The two gunmen let the silencer-equipped Uzi's fall back on their straps, inside their coats.
They reached though the car's open windows and shoved the bodies down onto the floor, so a casual passer-by wouldn't notice anything amiss, then rolled up the windows to further hide the scene. The whole action took only about thirty seconds.
The other two cars met the same fate. Twelve Yakuza gunmen dying within seconds.
Dave and the others moved up against the front wall of the estate. One of the CIA guys was heaved up to the top by two others. He fixed a pair of ropes in place and dropped down on the other side. The others quickly scurried up to the top and dropped over into a lush garden.
There was certainly no lack of cover as they moved forward. The problem was that so many booby traps and alarms could be hidden amongst the deep foliage. The had to move very slowly, especially when Sean found a tripwire.
They moved over it, avoiding several others, and making a wide diversion around a fixed camera high up on one side of a tree. Then they had to make a stop as another camera was spotted. This one turned slowly back and forth.
They waited until it was pointed directly away from them, then two men rushed forward as fast as they could to stand beneath it. It turned back, then turned away. Two more men rushed forward. Finally they were all gathered beneath the pole that held the camera.
The house was no in sight, the windows shining with the rising light of the sun.
"Glad these people don't like dogs." one of the men whispered."
"Just keep your eyes open for more alarms and cameras." Sean hissed.
They moved slowly forward to the edge of the foliage. Ahead lay a green lawn up to the edge of the house.
"Now I wish it was dark." Dave sighed.
"At any given moment, the odds are more than fifty to one that nobody in a given house is looking out the window." Sean said, citing something he'd obviously learned in spook school.
They made a rush to the corner of the structure and bunched up there for a moment as Sean gazed quickly at a window. He looked inside, then all around the outside. He turned and gave a sharp nod at the others, then slid the bag he was carrying around and began pulling out tools.
First came a small knife, very sharp. He slid it up and down along the sides of the screen, cutting it completely open and off. He tossed it behind him on the grass and stared into the window again. He fished in his bag and pulled something else out.
He pushed an electronic box against the glass and a suction cup held it in place. Then he took out a suction cup and glass cutter, sticking the cup against the window and slowly cutting a circle next to the latch. He completed the circle and pulled with the cup.
The little circle of glass popped out. The box continued to blink evenly. Sean held another box up near the top of the window, then nodded and put it back in his bag. Dave had no idea what he was doing, but was glad he was doing it.
Sean opened the window then, reaching through the hole and unlocking it, and then pulling the window up. One of the men gave him a boost and he half-jumped, half-climbed through the window, disappearing from view.
EIGHT
Yoshiro finished with the girl and then had her taken away for the day's punishment and training. Her father had shown now sign of selling off his oil company so today she would be a night mare for her. He had other concerns at the moment, various problems at the company that had to be dealt with today.
He gave her little further thought as the blonde was dragged along to the big stone room that she had come to dread. She only hoped that her cooperation would ease the pain they would deal her.
They led her over to the middle of the floor and forced her to her hands and knees. There was a small stool there, only about a foot square. It was fixed to the floor and she her belly was placed across it. Then a belt was pulled around her back, fixing her tightly in place.
There were now a pair of rings in her pierced nipples, and they slid small chains through the rings, pulling tightly to force her down further. The chains were bolted to the floor and kept her firmly positioned with her already hanging tits, stretched even more.
They pulled her knees wide open and she felt steel manacles sliding around her legs just above them and locking them in place. She began to quiver in worry, fearing what they would do to her now that she was so open and vulnerable.
The first thing that happened, as some of them prepared their cameras, and others worked on something else, was that one of the men knelt behind her and gave her a hard, fast fuck. She didn't mind that at all, in fact, began to get aroused as he pumped into her.
He finished too quickly though, pulling out as she sighed in disappointment. She looked around the room, trying to figure out what they were going to do. Thankfully, they didn't seem to be working with any sharp instruments, or electrical devices.
Then the door opened and a man came in, holding the leashes of several dogs. She stared at him in surprise, wondering what the dogs could possibly be for. The men with the cameras finished working on them and set them up on either side of her as the man with the dogs gave one of the leashes to another man, who led the beast forward.
Another man knelt behind her and she felt something long and thin pushed into her pussy. It felt cold as it slid up inside her. Then she felt something wet and gooey pumping into her hole. She couldn't imagine what it was, but it didn't seem to hurt. In fact, it felt kind of ticklish against he pink flesh.
The thing pulled out and the man moved away. The other man led the dog forward. It was a very big dog, very ugly too. She didn't know what breed it was, and-likely it was just a mongrel. It was walked around behind her and fear suddenly gripped her.
She was terrified they were going to have the dog bite her and cringed, waiting for the pain to come, waiting for the beast to snarl and growl. Instead what she felt and heard was the animal's cold, sniffing nose at her pussy entrance.
Then his tongue slipped out and rasped softly across her cunt. She jerked in shock, but couldn't move more than slightly. The dog's tongue began slurping energeticaly at her cunt, at first slipping all around the outside of her fuck-lips, but then pushing deeper and deeper inside her.
A dog's tongue was far longer than a human being's and the dog behind her was able to shove his sloppy wet tongue way up into her tight twat tunnel, sucking and slurping madly, in his haste to get at the goop that had been pushed into her.
She squirmed and twisted miserably, embarrassed, even after these days of humilation and rape, by having the dog licking her pussy. She couldn't move aside, close her legs or rise up, could only kneel there and let his tongue push into her.
The dog seemed to be growing more and more excited, and what was worse, so was Jennie. After all, there was very little left in her of modesty or pride, and the dog's tongue was warm and soft and wet as it slipped in and out of her, a delightful feather feeling that was intensely stimulating to her wet, bared clitty.
She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that it was wrong for her to feel good with a dog licking her, but couldn't summon the reserves to fight off the pleasure as her belly grew warmer and warmer. Her eyes began closing and her breathing increased rapidly.
Her ass began to hump in little bounce jerks, restricted by the belt around her back. She pulled upward against the chains holding her nipples, and found the stimulation, even though it stung, to be an added source of heat.
Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps and she tried to shove her crotch back harder at the slurping animal. She whined and trembled as her cunt began to boil with furious lust. The dog had slurped out most of the goop, but was now tasting something even more delightful as Jennifer's cunt became awash in fuck juice.
The dog recognized the scent, becoming aroused himself. His cock grew harder as he licked at the cunt and he whined in heat. The man holding his leash tugged up, hauling him up onto Jennie's back. His cock began to rub against her soft ass cheeks as he humped desperately.
It slid up and down her ass crack and pushed against her cunt. Then the prick caught in her pussy lips and found the entry to her fuck-box. He humped forward, and Jennie gasped and cried out as his cock slipped into her.
His cock was not as thick as a man, but it was long. It drove deep into the shaking girl's cunt and he began to rut wildly away. He fucked her far, far faster than a man did, his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt tunnel with blinding speed.
His front legs slid around her chest, his paws scratching against her hanging titties as he drove his boner deep into her soft pink twat. Jennie reveled in the hammering cock inside her, humping back against it, unconscious of the fact that it was a dog screwing her, aware only of the pleasure burning through her.
She felt something hard and fat in her pussy, a sort of bulge in the dog's cock that grew bigger and thicker as he continued to fuck. It became very thick, almost painfully wide now as the dog drooled across her back and drove his cock repeatedly up her cunt-tunnel.
They were both whining and panting, jerking against each other as their excitement grew and grew. The dog's prong was locked inside her now, the round ball so wide it would have torn her up to remove it, even if he could.
He kept fucking, knowing instinctively that he wouldn't be able to remove his cock until he had cum. Her cunt was tight, but not as tight as a normal bitch's cunt, and he fucked her a long time, panting and whining and whimpering desperately.
She came, her head shaking madly from side to side as her belly heaved and twisted in passionate ecstasy. She yelped and laughed and sobbed in bleary relief, feeling the immense wave of orgasmic pleasure wash over her.
Then her spasming cunt-box set off the dog and his plunging boner spat out long white streams of semen that gushed down into the bottom of her tunnel and seeped into her belly. The dog kept humping for a minute, then slowly eased off and got down.
Another dog was led over, already aroused from watching the spectacle. He jumped atop her and jammed his cock down her hole, beginning to fuck as fast as the previous one had. Jennie groaned and trembled weakly, but her body began to ignite again under the constant pounding of the dog's prick.
After long minutes she came again, and then again. Finally the second dog spewed out his load of steamy gunk and withdrew. A third took his place, then a fourth, each driving the shivering girl into orgasm after orgasm, each dropping their loads in her belly.
The first phase of today's video tape was now filmed. She had utterly humiliated and degraded herself before the cameras. Now it was time for pain. She was pulled across the room to where a small steel post rose out of the floor.
The post was only a few feet high, it's top round and gleaming with grease. It was about as thick as a baseball bat. Jennie's arms were tied behind her back and she was forced to stand over it, then someone turned on a motor and the thing began slowly turning around in slow circles.
It started to rise into the air and within secondsthe spinning head started to rub against her pussy lips. She sighed in weariness, not bothered by the feeling at all. But the thing pushed higher and higher, bringing heavy force up against her cunt.
She tried to move away but the men held her firmly in place as the thing bored upward. She winced and then began to struggle desperately for her pussy was being crushed by the force of the slowly turning post. She couldn't move away though.
Her cunt lips were pushed back inside her, and the thing started to actually lift her off her feet. Then her cunt spread and spread and the post's rounded nose began to force it's way into her. She cried out in pain, her cunt pulled agonizingly far apart, the pain feeling like childbirth in reverse.
The thing pushed deeper and deeper into her cock-filled pussy as the men held her trembling body in place. One of them seized her left tit and a hook was shoved through the nipple ring. It pulled sharply upward, jerking on her breast, twisting it up hard as she howled in pain.
The same thing was done to her other nipple and soon both were sharply stretched cones of meat, pointing upwards towards where a pair of tough elastic cords hung from the ceiling.
The pain in her nipples was nothing to the pain that was boiling up from her cunt. The thick round post had reached the deepest pit of her cunt, but continued to push higher. It stopped it's turning finally, as if it sensed that there was no further need to go further.
Yet still it rose. The pain mounted as it pushed hard against the back of Jennifer's cunt. She rose on her tip-toes, her legs as tight together as they could get considering the post between them. Still it pushed higher, and higher, and higher.
The pressure against her internal organs was horribly painful. She screamed in agony, her toes leaving the floor as the post, unable to push deeper into her cunt, forced her upward.
Her toes wiggled a full inch from the floor as she screamed and cried. She rose higher, another inch, then a foot, impaled on the rounded head of the post. Her guts exploded in terrible waves of agony, cramping and burning and bending as her entire weight was supported on the end of her cunt.
She didn't trembled and shook, but kept as still as possible, for every little movement sent more agony searing through her pelvis. What was worse, her body fought to fall backwards, pulling harder against the cords holding her nipples, and threatening death for her if the post ripped out through her belly.
Not content with the visible agony on her face, the trembling of her body, and the maniacle gurgling of pain. One of the men stepped forward with a buggy whip and began to lash her back and buttocks. Another moved in front of her with a small, flexible wooden cane and began to whack at her distended breasts.
Her body rocked madly atop the post, agony ripping through her from all directions. Her cunt threatened to tear open, letting the post drive up into her belly, perhaps right up into her chest cavity. Her eyes bulged and rolled and her body shook furiously.
* * * * *
It took moments for the six of them to make it through the window. They'd left one man behind on the street to keep an eye on the carloads of dead gunmen, and to watch their own cars. The rest of them fanned out inside the room and moved to the doorway.-
AU were carrying the silencer-equipped Uzis as Sean opened the door and peered out. He moved stealthily forward, Dave following. They found themselves in a wide hallway, the floor polished stone. Sean, Dave, and one other moved to the right. The other three men moved to the left.
Within seconds they encountered a maid, who gaped at them in terror. Sean seized her and slapped a gag over her mouth while the other man tied her hands. They pushed her into a closet and continued.
They moved into a wide sitting room, empty though, and then down another hall. They checked every door, looking for one leading up or down. It wasn't-likely the girl was on the ground floor where-Hamma would see visitors.
A man in uniform appeared at the top of a stairway. He shouted something in Japanese and drew a gun from his holster. All three opened fire, blasting his body full of bullets and hurling him back against the wall.
Sean motioned towards the stairs and they started up. Suddenly a door opened across the room and another uniformed man came out. Sean fired a quick burst that took him in the head, throwing him back on the floor. Dave spotted stairs through the partially opened door and motioned at Sean.
It was a lot more-likely she'd be down there. They hurried back down and across the room, then through the doorway and down the stairs. Dave checked his watch. It had been ten minutes since they'd killed the gunmen. They'd have to hurry.
They reached the bottom of the narrow stairway and found a hallway leading in both directions. The turned right. It was wide and brightly lit, and he realized that the land fell away behind the house and so they were still on the ground floor, so to speak.
There was even a sliding glass door on his left, that led out onto a small lawn. They hurried along the corridor, sliding open doors and peering into the rooms. A man appeared down the hallway and shouted. Sean raised his gun but the man screamed first.
The bullets took him in the chest and he spun around and fell. Then a door opened behind them and another man came out. He fired three shots, the sound enormous. One took Collin, Sean's partner in the head, and he fell.
Dave put a burst into the gunman's head and it exploded in a red mass of brain tissue and bone chips.
"Now the shit'll hit the fan." Sean growled.
* * * * *
They finally stopped beating her and removed the cords from her nipple rings. The half-conscious girl slumped down, her body almost falling forward. Then the post began to sink into the ground. One of the men stepped forward then and played with something above her.
A noose bounced before her face and she looked at it without comprehension. The man slid it around her throat and pulled it tight. There was slack in the rope so the pressure against her throat was minimal at first. As the post continued to sink though, the slack played out and the noose tightened around her throat.
She started to gag and choke, her face growing red as the rope dug into her neck. The post lowered more and more and soon the rope held tight, her feet still several inches from the floor. She strangled slowly as the post slid down out of her cunt and left her flopping feebly on the end of the rope.
Her vision blurred and her mind began to buzz and darken. She started to black out, her kicking, twitching feet and legs stilling. The men let down the rope then, not wanting her unconscious, for more was yet to come. The rope was pulled from around her neck and she was given a shot of adrenalin to wake her up for she showed only the faintest reactions and they wanted to hear screams.
The dragged her back to the square, upright frame she'd been on the previous day and strapped her wrists and ankles to the corners. Then a man rolled out a little cart filled with extremely thin, foot long needles.
Another man stepped behind her and then she felt his erect cock push against her anus. She groaned tiredly as she felt his thick organ push upward into her rectum. The man's hands came around her belly and hugged her tightly as his cock pushed higher, not stopping until he was fully buried inside her.
His hands came off her then, moving up to grasp the top corners of the frame as he began to hump against her, sliding his cock up and down her shit-chute. His hips spanked against her ass cheeks as he pumped her, taking her mind off the man in front of her momentarily.
Then she felt a terrible pain in her side and screamed violently. The man was pushing the needle into the side of her belly. He was not stabbing it directly into her body though, but pushing it sideways just under her skin.
She could actually see the line of the needle as it pushed along under her skin. The pain was awful, like nothing she'd ever felt before. Her stomach felt like it was going to be torn open. The line of the needle ran from above her left hip, right across her belly, angling down across her abdomen.
He left it there and pulled out another needle. This one was pushed into her side above her right hip, angling upwards under the skin, sliding up under her breast. Again it felt like her flesh, all along the line of the needle's path, had been cut open with a knife.
The man behind her was no fucking his cock up into her ass-hole with furious strokes, pounding against her ass cheeks as he rodded the boner up her rectal tube.
* * * * *
Dave and Sean began racing down the hall, no longer trying to be stealthy or silent. They slammed open doors they came to, searching for the girl. A door ahead opened and a man came out, apparently trying to see what the noise had been about. Sean shot him and he fell back into the room.
They raced over and found a number of other people in the room, and more, there was the girl, naked and apparently making another fucking movie. The men stared back at them as the two came into the room, guns lowered.
Dave moved near enough to the girl to see that her body had been horribly brutalized. There was a man standing in front of her with a long needle in his hand. The ends of three other needles protruded from the girl's flesh.
Another man stood behind her, his erection rapidly softening. Sean didn't need to see much more. It would take too much time to take them all prisoner and he wasn't inclined anyway. He fired a full burst at a grouping of two big black men and an oriental, cutting the line of bullets across their bellies.
They collapsed in a heap of limbs. Dave shot the man with the needle, then the man behind the girl as he turned to run. Sean quickly reloaded and shot two camera men as they ran for the door.
Dave moved next to the girl and slowly pulled the needles out of her flesh, then began untying her from the frame. As he pulled her down, the other three CIA guys ran in, having found another set of stairs.
The girl was in no condition to walk, so they had to carry her. Fortunately, Larry, one of the CIA guys, was a six foot eight monster of a man. He simply threw her across his shoulder like a bag of laundry and began walking down the hall with her.
They were almost at the stairs when a thick door opened and a Japanese man strolled out. All of them recognized Hamma. He stopped suddenly, staring at them in astonishment. He had had a shower and changed in his private suite, which was soundproof of course, so screaming wouldn't disturb him.
At first he couldn't even comprehend what these occidental men were doing here, then his eyes caught the ass and hanging legs of the white girl across one of their shoulders. He raised his hands and backed away towards his suite, which had a steel door and a private elevator.
They watched him for a moment, then all six raised their guns and fired. Hamma's body virtually disintegrated under six streams of high velocity bullets. What was left crumbled in a heap against the door.
They turned and climbed the stairs, hurrying as much as they could, rushing down the walk to the main gate. It was locked and unlocked by a button set on the inside and Dave pushed it as they passed. The gate opened and they hurried through.
The street was still empty. They moved to the nearest car and put Jennifer in the back seat, then jumped into their own cars and drove off as calmly as possible. The drive to Narita airport was filled with apprehension as they waited for a roadblock or the sound of sirens.
They had to lay the girl on the floor and try to cover her with their legs as they passed through the guarded private entrance. None wanted to explain a half concious, completely naked teenage girl to the guard. Fortunately he simply waved them through, convinced that they belonged there by their white skin.
They drove towards the hanger housing they jet and right up to the doorway under the wing. Half an hour later they were racing down the runway.
They all knew something of first-aid, but had no idea of the girl's injuries, other than the obvious whip marks, burns, scratches and bruises. If she had internal injuries they couldn't tell. Her temperature wasn't bad though as it should be with serious internal damage.
They landed in Hawaii some hours later, where an ambulance waited for her. She was taken to a very private hospital where the doctors carefully evaluated her condition. Surprisingly, her injuries were all superficial.
Over the following days her bruises began to fade, her scratches disappeared, and even the whip marks gradually became invisible. What was even more amazing, especially to the psychiatrists who'd seen video tapes of her treatment, her spirit began to return.
A fortunate result of the utter breaking of her mind in the early days of her captivity, was that she had forgotten almost everything after that. She remembered being raped, but little of the torture that followed. No one was inclined to enlighten her.
She returned to school the next semester, into the soft, gentle, and loving arms of her roommate Connie. But for the first time, she found their lesbian lovemaking unsatisfying. Images of giant, hard cocks kept popping into her head when she was awake, and erotic dreams filled her nights.
She tried to resist them, but her needs became more and more tied into her mind's image of a plunging cock, a hard, throbbing, red-veined male organ.
Connie returned to their room one afternoon to find Jennifer spread-eagled across her bed, her hands and feet tied to the posts. One of the caretakers, Fred, she thought his name was, was on top of her, fucking violently into her cunt.
Connie stood inside the doorway for long seconds, shocked, and at first, wondering if Fred was raping her. But it was obvious almost at once that Jennie was deliriously happy. She was yelping and sobbing and whining and panting.
The muscles stood out along her arms and legs as she pulled hard against the bonds holding her. Connie felt her own pussy begin to ignite as she watched her friend being rodded by the fat old caretaker.
Then Jennie came, her mind blanking out, her body flaring in white hot heat as a massive orgasm blasted through her shuddering frame. Her world dissolved into a hot, pounding ocean of sexual bliss that blew her right out of her mind.
When she awoke, Fred was gone and Connie was staring at her in bemusement. It was to be the start of Jennie's voluntary journey into sexual submissiveness and delight, one that she would not come to regret as her body was freely used by scores, even hundreds of men over the next months.
