Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Old Spice
Title: At the mercy of a North Korean She Devil.
Part: One.
Summary: Secret operatives know only as She Devils use, sex, blackmail
and torture to steal United States secrets.
Keywords: FM, Domination, Humiliation, CBT, Pain, Femdom, Forced
Smoking.



   This is a work of fiction.  It should not be taken as a guide for your
real life activities and I take no responsibility for your actions.

   Written by Old Spice.

   All rights protected under the Berne Convention, all similarity to
persons living or dead is solely coincidental and unintentional.

   PREFACE



   He'd never given much thought to how important his defense work really
was, or to what lengths someone would go to steal it.  He'd been so stupid
about that.  Even careless, but now it was too late.

   Too late to change what was about to happen. . .

   He stared without breathing at the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen;
into the black eyes of a true She-Devil, and she looked lustfully back at
him.

   Surely this wasn't going to end well, at least not for him.  But, as
terror gripped his heart, he couldn't bring himself to regret the last
three months.

   The sudden love affair with a stunning Asian woman; of nights spent in
her arms and of days wanting more.

   His seductress smiled as she crept forward to begin his time in hell.



   SPECIAL REPORT TO THE CONGRESS OF THE UNITED STATES

   INVASION OF THE NORTH KOREAN SHE-DEVILS. . .  How United States Top
Secrets are being stolen.

   by Oldspice.





   Chapter One.

   She emerged from her bedroom in a Sheer flyaway long white robe.  Its
full length open to reveal matching thong, garters and silk stockings.  She
posed at the doorway smoking a cigarette then asked in a sultry voice.

   "Do you mind if I smoke?"

   "Oh my god," was all the professor was able to utter before she seduced
him so quickly and so perfectly that it took his breath away.  It was
obvious to George that Eun-Mi knew what she was doing when she masturbated
him that first night to such an explosive climax.

   He would never forget the exotic Korean seductress who knelt between his
legs and slowly undid his fly then snaked her petite hand past his shorts
and calmly coxed his stiffening cock out of its hiding place.  Almost
immediately George arched his back and moaned loudly as she began to
squeeze and pump his dick to full erection.

   George's heart skipped several beats as he drank in the Korean fantasy
that was Eun-Mi.  Standing just under five feet she was a slender woman
with firm peach sized breasts, olive skin and short black hair that quickly
payed homage to her Asian heritage.

   His mind struggled to understand why such a perfect creature would be
interested in a portly 45 year old widower like him.  This wasn't logical
or even believable on so many levels.

   But he arrogantly dismissed all doubts and ignored the alarm bells going
off in his head choosing instead to concentrate on the incredible sight of
her dark red lips poised just above his cock head.

   He held his breath as she flicked her tiny pink tongue back and forth
across his sensitive urethra and churned his dick with unbridled abandon.
She paused periodically to steal a drag from her cigarette and casually
blew a stream of thick smoke across his exposed crotch then returned to her
work like a child to an ice cream treat on a hot summers day.

   Her penetrating coal black eyes surrounded by thick eye liner that
covered her whole top lids stared deep into his soul and burned a permanent
image of an alluring feline beauty.  Something he knew he would never
forget

   Eun-MI removed the dangling cigarette from her mouth once again and held
his cock in a death grip while she dribbled smokey dollops of white foamy
saliva at the entrance of his urethra producing a wet sloppy sound as she
continued to jack him off.

   George broke her mesmerizing stare and glanced down to watch her petite
hand churning away at his dick leaving a mixture of saliva and lipstick
slime wherever her hand wandered.

   Suddenly George's breathing became labored as she drove him closer to
crisis.  She took this clue and began to increase the speed and violence of
her pumping.  Then without warning she lowered her head and captured his
cock between her red lips and began to suck.

   George could feel her powerful tongue as it swirled around his cock head
pausing only to stab into his pee hole as if trying to split his dick in
two.

   After several minutes George slammed his eyes shut and began writhing
uncontrollably, his brain and body unable to process the hurricane of
pleasure she was subjecting him to.  He tried to squirm his body away in a
futile attempt to force her to slow her assault but she sensed this and
held his cock even tighter.

   She returned the half dead cigarette to her red lips and shoved her free
hand further down his pants capturing his ball sack and began to squeeze
and pull at his defenseless orbs.  He yelped, desperately trying to endure
the waves of sharp pain that flashed up his spine.

   George worried that she might force him into a heart attack and he
thought to warn her to slow down; but all he could do was gulp for air and
moan.

   Eun-Mi raised her head up from George's abused cock and while she pumped
and squeezed his ball sack she spoke to him through a cloud of creamy
smoke.

   "Mmmmmm, your balls are beginning to swell nicely," she purred as she
manipulated the soft eggs between her manicured fingers.

   "Oh my god, oh my gawd!" moaned George as he opened his eyes and looked
down at the tiny hands that tortured his cock and his obscenely swollen
nuts.

   "Should I let come, lover?" she asked in broken english.  "Would like
momma to take care of big boy, maybe?"

   "Oooohhh!  Fuck, I can't take this anymore!" gasped George, "Please. .
.Please let me come!"

   "Ok lover.  Give momma come" Eun-Mi said as she removed her cigarette
and stubbed it out then re-attached her smoky mouth to George's throbbing
dick and began to suck on it again.

   Within seconds a powerful orgasm consumed him, he bucked his hips wildly
and thrashed back and forth as he climaxed into her warm wet mouth.

   Eun-Mi did not let up on her sucking however choosing instead to
continue to pump his cock and squeeze his ball sack with an almost sadistic
fervor until George cried out in pain begging her to stop.

   The korean She-Devil finally detached herself after a few more minutes
and allowed her newest victim to slowly recover from his powerful orgasm.

   * * *

   A few days later Station Supervisor Kwun-Mu of the KPA received a phone
call.

   "Have you prepared him in the way we discussed?"

   "Yes." Eun-Mi replied.

   "I put drug in drink as instructed made sure he drink all before I
remove his clothes and tie him to chair."

   "Very good, do you have all the necessary. . ." He paused in mid
sentence, interrupted by the shrill scream of a woman in pain.

   Eun-Mi flashed an amused smile at her cell.  "Is everything ok?" She
asked.

   "Yes, yes. . .Nothing to concern yourself over.  Their new female
defense secretary has just discovered her lover, one of your sister devils,
is not what she seems," he explained.  "The fact that this decadent
American likes females has made the process of entrapment and pending
reeducation much easier for us."

   He cleared his throat then continued.  "You have three days to convince
the good professor to talk, I don't need to tell you what the price of
failure would be."

   "I understand, I will not fail." Eun-Mi said with assurance, but the
connection had already gone dead.

   * * *

   The heady scent of expensive perfume mixed with a freshly smoked
cigarette hung heavy in the air of the small secluded motel room several
miles from Edwards AFB.

   Professor George Blanchard Chief scientist and architect of the Lancer
Project had been served a drink an hour earlier in the shabby dimly lit
room then voluntarily allowed himself to be stripped of his clothes and
tied to a modified seatless wooden chair by his pretty young Korean lover.

   George breathed deeply in an attempt to calm his nerves, thankful he had
remembered to take his heart meds that morning.  He didn't want to die just
yet he thought to himself.

   He looked around in amazement at how perfectly the petite woman had
managed to recreate his fantasy scene.  He'd only known Eun-Mi for three
months but during that time, his little Korean princess, as he liked to
think of her, had managed to capture his heart and his fantasy's even his
darkest ones with expert efficiency.

   He closed his eyes as the effects of Eun-Mi's secretly administered drug
began to heighten his sexual desires making his cock rock hard and
extremely sensitive.

   "Are you almost ready?" He called out to her as his entire body
literally began to burn with drug induced desire.

   Eun-Mi resisted the urge to wretch.  This would be her sixth victim. 
Surprisingly she still found it difficult to hide her distaste for these
American dogs.  She'd hoped her government would have transferred her to
another country by now, but her KPA handler had come to her with yet
another elaborate scheme to steal secrets from the hapless Americans.

   It involved, seduction: betrayal: blackmail and torture.  Something she
did quite well.

   Her new assignment was a portly capitalist pig in his mid forties with a
face that truly made her stomach turn.  But as a member of the special
branch of the KPA, code named She-Devils, she would never refuse an
assignment and would take pride in making him suffer for his countries
injustices.

   "Soon, lover." She called out.

   She looked in the mirror of the small bathroom and thought how far she
had come from the small farming province of SASI-RIin where her days were
filled with planting cabbage in knee deep shit.  Of the 3 years she spent
in Paldiski Estonia a secret Soviet city where submarine crews and spies
were trained.

   And as she dabbed her BeautyBlender cosmetic sponge around her face,
smoothing her expensive foundation, she paused and allowed her mind to
wander further back in time.  To those days when Soviet woman who spoke
perfect english, chained smoked cigarettes and looked liked magazine models
trained her on everything from Anilingus to safecracking.

   She slathered on another layer of Red Fushia lip stain making her
already lushes lips match her lacquered nails and slipped on her Satin
Criss Cross Strap Sandals adjusting them to make sure her bright red toe
nails were visible then draped a red low cut Chinese silk robe over her
naked body and slowly made her entrance.

   `This is for dear leader...and my country,' she said to herself as she
entered the small living room.

   "Oh my God!" George exclaimed in a hushed almost reverent voice.

   "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said, struggling
against his bonds desperately trying to reach out and embrace her.

   Eun-Mi seductively moved between his bound spread legs and slowly
allowed her silky rob to slip off onto the floor revealing her perfectly
proportioned body.  Her olive skin, tiny jutting breasts and short jet
black hair left no doubt she was the perfect Korean seductress.

   Eun-Mi smiled.  "You like?" She asked striking a sexy pose.

   George blinked and leered in disbelief at the beauty standing before
him.

   "You...you are so sexy." He whispered while delicious options of what
would happen next began flooding his drug addled mind.

   Eun-Mi reached down and delicately scraped the underside of his blood
engorged cock with her long red nails then surrounded his shaft with her
strong fingers and gently squeezed his penis.

   George felt little electric shocks everywhere she touched along his
shaft.  This was an experienced woman who knew exactly how to excite a man.
She opened his urethra up and gently squeezed the tip ever so lightly and
peeked inside, then lifted and stroked his organ from below.

   The Korean goddess knelt before him and reached for a small jar of
medicated cream she had placed under his chair and fished out a generous
amount of the gooey greenish slime and began to massage it deeply into the
tender skin of his cock.  The cream at first felt good to the professor and
as her hand glided smoothly up and down his cock he began to drift into a
dream state filled with sexual pleasure.

   George's penis stood straight out in response to whatever was in that
jar and as his lover continued to pump up and down along his shaft he could
feel her sharp nails scraping at his pee hole opening it wider each time
she reached his cock head.

   After several minutes Eun-Mi stopped and examined him by pulling his
penis first to the left, then to the right, carefully studying her new
possession.

   " American cock not so big...I bet you have trouble keeping women
happy."

   She giggled as she worked the mysterious goo deeper into his flesh
coxing large amounts of sticky pre-cum to dribble up and out of his ever
widening pee hole.

   "Wh. . .What?" George said, unsure if she had just insulted his manhood.


   She rolled her thumb playfully over his urethra playing with the drops
of pre-cum as they dribbled out.  She repeated that several times asking,

   "Does feel good George? . . .Or want me stop?"

   "Oh-my-God NO!" He blurted out.  "My dick is on fire, what's in that
stuff your using, I've never felt anything like it."

   Eun-Mi worked his cock more aggressively as she watched George begin to
sweat.

   "It special blend of exotic plants and stimulants designed to enhance
sexual response make you more compliant."

   "Com. . .Compliant. . .What do you mean?" George mumbled as he began to
feel the effects of the mysterious goo.

   The cunning Asian mistress captured his chin with her other hand and
looked directly into his dilated pupils.

   "You like me do more?" She said with an air of mystery in her voice.

   The pig had been introduced to her pleasure techniques for a few months
now she mused to herself.  But tonight he will be introduced to her own
special form of North-Korean hell.  Something she had been looking forward
to.

   "Oh...Please Eun-Mi...Yes I want more...Please!" George stared back with
a needy pitiful look and was surprised and a bit frightened by the look she
returned.  Her once kind eyes now reflected an air of cruelty and a
superiority that he had never seen in her before.

   A sly smile washed over the She-Devil's face.  "You give something
first," she said cryptically, and instantly George's head began to clear.
Had he made a terrible mistake?  Had he just let a spy tie him to a chair?

   `My God I'm so stupid,' he thought, ` the CIA told me to be
careful...Wh...Why didn't I listen!'

   "Let me go right now...Please." He half slurred his demands, recognizing
for the first time that this could be one of those honey traps he was told
about.

   "George," Eun-Mi spat his name out like some foul tasting fish, taking
in the portly man's sweating body.

   "Only one way out this," she snorted.

   The North-Korean She-Devil's gaze fell to the bewildered professor's
pitiful cock which for the moment was still standing straight up, straining
for her continued attention.

   "Someone want speak with you," she said, pointing a long red nail at a
black box on the nearby coffee table.

   `How could he have missed that', George thought, it was obviously a
speaker phone.

   "Professor Blanchard." A Calm voice boomed out from the box.

   George jumped at the sound then gripped the arm rests of the chair.

   "How...how do you know my name," he said, unable to hide the growing
fear in his voice.

   "We know quite a lot about you, Professor." The male voice calmly
answered back.  "Things that your employer or perhaps your FBI would
find...Very interesting...If we allowed it."

   "I'm not going to tell you anything!" George yelled to the black box.

   An amused chuckle emanated from the speaker phone.  "All in good time
Professor Blanchard, we are a very patient people and when we are done you
will beg to be asked questions and. . .  to give answers."

   Chapter Two.

   For the next hour George strained against his bonds trying to see what
Eun-Mi was doing.  The petite Asian seductress first wrestled a heavy black
trunk from the closet, opened it and began methodically organizing its
contents on the bed.  His heart skipped a beat or two as his imagination
ran scared.

   "I can't believe you're doing this to me.  I mean...  I thought you and
I had something special.  I thought you...  loved me," he lamented.

   Eun-Mi's nostrils flared.  "Do you think I love someone like you!" She
finally spat out.  "A fat, ugly man with small cock, a filthy American!"

   His heart sank at her outburst and sudden anger.  He fell silent,
lowered his head and took several deep breaths in an attempt to calm
himself and to think of a way out of this.

   George stared off into space and fought the urge to cry; he really did
think she loved him.  Eun-Mi quickly gathered the first batch of supplies
she needed and placed them in neat order on the coffee table then push the
dial out button on the speaker phone.

   "Yes," the mysterious voice answered.  "I have gathered the necessary
supplies," Eun-Mi answered back.

   "Splendid, and as for you Professor Blanchard," the voice boomed out. 
"I'm only going to ask you one question at a time, if you answer truthfully
this need not get nasty.  But lie or not answer will not end well for you."


   George's face drained of all its color as he heard his mouth say.  "Go
to hell!  I'm not betraying my country!"

   "That doesn't surprise me," the calm voice said with a chuckle.  "You
American's are all the same, you talk big but deep down inside you are all
cowards."

   " Eun-Mi." The male voice boomed out with authority.  "Give him a taste
of what we have planned for him if he doesn't cooperate." And with that the
box went dead.

   "You...You don't have to do this...Just let me go and I won't tell
anyone. . .I. . .  I . . .  promise," George begged.

   "To late that," she said with a sadistic smile on her face.

   She turned and donned a pair of latex gloves and collected a large tin
of thick brown goo that she had earlier placed on the coffee table.  She
opened it and quickly plunged two fingers into the pungent smelling
ointment and began to coat his scrotum from his rosebud all the way to the
base of his erect cock with the fowl smelling concoction.

   "I hope you like," she grinned back at him.  "Our superior scientists
developed this treatment to get traitors to confess crimes against the Dear
Leader.  Soon balls enlarge and loose hair then I can get started.  It will
make work easier and your life very difficult I'm afraid."

   A cold sweat broke out along the professor's face, as he looked up at
Eun-Mi in hopeless desperation.  "You're not serious?" He pleaded in
disbelief.  "You're going to torture my testicles until I talk?  That's
absolutely barbaric."

   The She-Devil stared back at him for a minute.  One side of her mouth
curled up into an almost-smile.  The expression on her face said, "You
haven't seen anything yet."

   George clamped his eyes shut and threw his head back as the full impact
of what was happening began to sink in.  Eun-Mi quietly stood up and went
into the small kitchenette and retrieved a plastic bucket she had placed
there earlier and filled it with hot water and several cups of salt.

   She carried it back and placed it between George's legs.  then grabbed a
long pink canvas ribbon from the coffee table and threw it in the bucket,
watching it slowly sink to the briny bottom.

   George's eyes snapped open just in time to see the last of the ribbon
surrender beneath the water.

   "What are you going to do with that?" He demanded.

   Eun-Mi grabbed another cigarette and circled her prey in quiet
contemplation.  She stopped in front of him and held his quizzical stare
with a cheerful smile on her red lips and lit her cigarette, blowing a long
column of smoke above his head before she spoke again.

   "It is technique we use to extract information from those who refuse to
talk," she said smiling down at him.

   "When soaked up enough water and salt I'm going to wrap tightly around
neck until you can barely breath.  Once the canvas begin dry, will shrink
ever so slightly until. . .you no more, I'm afraid." she shrugged.

   "Wha. . .No!" George whined.

   "Eun-Mi." a voice from the speaker phone interrupted them.  It was a
different voice than before but judging by Eun-Mi's sudden snap to
attention George could see she knew the voice quite well.

   "Yes. . .Mr.  Green," she answered back thankful she had remembered his
new alias.

   "We have been listening," the man said with authority.  "Before we
resort to violence, give the professor a little taste of what co-operating
feels like, do you understand?"

   "Yes. . .Mr.  Green, I will do as ordered." She said reluctantly.

   "Please, this is insane!" George screamed out at the speaker phone as it
went dead.

   With the fresh cigarette dangling from her lips Eun-Mi knelt between his
legs and trapped his swollen balls between her thumb and forefinger and
pulled them down as far as his skin would allow.

   George sobbed at the sharp pain.  "Oh. . .Please I. . .I don't want
anymore pain." he whined as he searched for sympathy in her eyes; but found
nothing more than cold indifference.

   Eun-Mi giggled through clouds of creamy smoke as she began ripping
random clumps of pubic hair roots and all from George's inflamed ball sack.

   "Oh!  My God!  Your tearing me apart," George yelped as his tender balls
were being plucked like a chicken.

   "You all done now," she announced after several minutes of agonizing
torture to the professor's ball sack.

   The sadistic Korean She-Devil took a few moments to study her
handy-work. The chemical dressing she had applied had done its work and now
his denuded balls were red and had grown to the size of large lemons; just
what she needed to make him suffer she noted with a satisfied nod of her
head.

   "And now we begin," she excitedly announced to his cock as she grabbed
the erect shaft with one hand and began to pump up and down along its
sensitive shaft.

   George clenched his fists.  "You're so fucking evil," he blurted out
trying not to look worried.  "I. . .still. . .won't answer your questions
and there's nothing you can do to change my mind."

   Eun-Mi reached down with her free hand and began to toy with George's
obscenely swollen testicles and lightly traced her fingers around the
engorged orbs.  They had already begun to change color, she observed, from
a normal skin tone to dark crimson and had swollen to more than twice their
normal size.

   "So sorry." She said with little sympathy.

   Eun-Mi stood up and stubbed out her cigarette then straddled her
captive's lap and grabbed his head with both hands and pulled it close to
hers.  She watched with delight at his obvious suffering and stared deep
into his eyes before speaking.

   "Mommy can make the pain stop, I can replace suffering with much
pleasure if only you would surrender." She said with sincere penetrating
eyes and a soft voice.

   George's mouth dropped open in a silent gasp as she pulled their bodies
together and wrapped her arms around his neck.  Their two faces were mere
millimeters apart and he could feel her breath wash up against his face as
she hovered just out of reach as if waiting for an answer.

   "I can't. . .  I mean I. . .Wo. . .What do you want from me. . .M. .
.Mommy?" He finally broke, tears running down his cheeks.

   Eun-Mi leaned in closer and lightly grazed her nose all around George's
face pausing to lick at his tears with her pink tongue.

   "Mommy make pain go away, just tell us what we want. . .It that simple."
She said in a low whisper.

   She was so close to him that he could smell her perfumed skin.  Like a
delicate rare flower, it had a heady intoxicating effect on his senses.

   "Mmmmmm, I love the way you smell, mommy.  Sooo sweet," He murmured
softly as she positioned her moist lips just over George's quivering mouth.


   Eun-Mi pressed her lips up against his and applied just enough pressure
to elicit a soft groan of approval from him.  She could feel George's
desire growing and his resistance melting away as she allowed the sensual
kiss to last for more than 30 seconds before pulling back waiting for his
eyes to reopen.

   "I . . .  That was so wonderful. . .  Mommy. . .But. . ."

   Before he could finish speaking, Eun-Mi closed in and re-attached her
soft lips to his again and seductively ground her tight ass into his crotch
as she began another more sensual kiss.

   The slick feeling of her lipstick-covered lips as they slid around his
mouth further fueled his lust, making it very difficult to think.  George
swooned at the way her velvety lips felt as they dominated his so
perfectly.

   The professor's breathing was getting heavier by the second as the kiss
lasted longer than a full minute until he finally felt Eun-Mi pull back
again and release her grip on his pulsating mouth.

   "Don't be foolish, George," whispered Eun-Mi softly as she stared into
his eyes.  "If give us what we want, mommy untie arms and you can hold me."

   His insides trembled and his eyes darted back and forth unable to hold
her predatory stare.

   . .  love. . .  you. . .Mommy," he whispered back to her.  "But I still.
. .  won't. . .  betray my country." He blurted out in subdued defiance.



   "You stupid fat American pig," she spat back at him while sliding off
his lap.  "I hate everything you stand for, you will soon kneel before our
Great Leader and worship him, I promise."

   She stood back a few steps then took another cigarette from the coffee
table and lit it.

   "Did you hear?" Eun-Mi angrily spoke out loud into the room.

   "Yes," the voice of her supervisor quickly answered back from the
speaker phone.

   "Such a pity that the good professor has chosen the hard way," he sighed
with true regret in his voice.  "But your decision presents us with only a
slight detour, one that we have prepared for."

   "Begin phase two as discussed," he called out to Eun-Mi before the black
box crackled then went dead.

   George dug his finger nails into the chair's wooden arm rests after
absorbing the finality of the voice's statement.

   "Wh...  What's phase two?. . .Please I beg you, please don't do this."
He said with a trembling voice.

   He stared without breathing at the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen,
into the black eyes of a true She-Devil and she looked lustfully back at
him and smiled as she crept forward to begin his time in hell.

   Chapter Three.

   Eun-Mi knelt between his legs and with renewed energy reached for his
still erect penis.  And began another slow deliberate churning action.

   George held his breath and struggled to keep control of his sanity.  But
his body's natural response to her constant slow pumping soon took over
causing his hips to involuntarily thrust up off the chair in a desperate
attempt to force her to pump harder.

   His Korean temptress quickly added to her insanely slow hand-job and
grabbed his bulbous irritated balls with her free hand and began to milk
them forcing waves of indescribable pain to shoot up along his spine.

   His mouth went dry as it suddenly became clear to his tortured mind that
this was not going to end well.  No amount of begging was going to stop
her.

   He had no choice at the moment except to be an unwilling participant to
her adept skills when it came to exacting her will over his defenseless
manhood.

   "Mommy angry with George, he now must be punished."

   Eun-Mi formed a ring with her thumb and forefinger just below the head
of his cock and gently began to tug downward, while she continued to milk
his purple testicles with her other hand.

   She looked up at him and paused with an evil smile and blew a plume of
smoke at his face from her dangling cigarette.  Then returned her attention
to his cock and continued to stroke his shaft with one hand, while she
gently massaged the nerve-packed stretch of skin between his anus and
testicles driving him to the edge.

   "You have lost" She said in-between puffs of smoke.  "Answer all
questions...Now!"

   "FUCK-YOU!" George yelled back.

   Eun-Mi abruptly stopped pumping and held his cock in her firm grip and
paused to finish her cigarette before stubbing it out.  She looked up at
the bewildered American dog for a moment then turned and leaned forward
just enough to block his vision while she grabbed something long and shiny
from the coffee table.

   George quickly noticed her movements and alarm bells began to sound in
his head.  "Wha. . .What are you doing." He demanded.

   But just as his protests left his quivering lips, Eun-Mi turned back and
mercilessly stabbed the object into his pee hole and pushed it deep down
his urethra stopping just at the entrance of his bladder.

   George clenched his fists, jerked and began to scream at the sudden
invasion of his manhood.

   "It...burns...It burns...WHAT are you doing to me!"

   She slowly inserted the thick hollow metal tube all the way down his
urethra and then sadistically withdrew it, taking it all the way out, then
slowly spinning the ribbed metal tube between her thumb and forefinger and
stabbed it back in again.

   "You heartless Bitch!," George screamed.  "Stop, please...  Your hurting
me!"

   "Mommy going to make you very uncomfortable from now on, George.  If
only you had agreed to answer just one question." She softly replied.

   George screamed himself almost hoarse as his captor continued to drill
her unforgiving instrument of torture deeper into his defenseless cock.

   After what seemed several minutes Eun-Mi ceased her probing leaving the
hollow stainless steel tube deeply imbedded in George's bladder.  She sat
back and watched with lurid fascination as a flood of amber urine bubbled
up and ran down between his legs.

   Once his bladder surrendered its contents she turned to the coffee table
and grabbed a long thick object from a wooden box stamped with the word
"Chohiba".

   "This." She announced, waiving the object in his face.  "Is a Cuban
cigar," she said with a hint of pride while putting the flame from her
lighter to it.

   "Another of the many wonders that only Communism can produce."

   George heard Eun-Mi's words but none of them made sense to him.  All
that mattered now was that thing she had just impaled his dick with, and
what she would do with it.

   "Y. . .You're not going to burn me with that. . .Ar. . .Are You?"

   Eun-Mi took delight in his horrified expression as she sucked the cigar
into her ruby red lips and began to suckle on it.  Coxing clouds of thick
smoke into her lungs filling them to capacity.

   She flashed him an evil look then quickly clamped her mouth over the
head of his cock sealing it between her lips and began to blow a steady
stream of thick pungent smoke down the metal tube filling his empty
bladder.

   George, strained against his bindings in a futile attempt to clamp his
legs closed only able to watch as she continued with her lewd act of
filling his tender insides with her humid second hand smoke.

   Suddenly, George began to feel a familiar urgent need begin to build
deep down inside his body.

   "Oh fuck!" Please I have to go pee.  Let me go pee...Please!"

   The kneeling Asian seductress smiled while he begged but mercilessly
continued to painfully fill his protesting bladder with thick smoke.  At
times she would pause and stare into his eyes and smile while squeezing his
Balls until he yelled out for her to stop.

   George felt a rush of depraved excitement, followed immediately by a
flush of shame.  He remembered their late night conversations in-between
heavy make-out sessions and how she used her glossy red lips to skillfully
extract from him his sexual fantasies.  He had told her even about this,
had spelled out this dark obsession in every detail.

   And now that he was here, tied to a chair while she used his secret
fantasies against him was almost too much to bare.  Panic began to set in
as he realized that he liked this, not only liked it but wanted it.

   He didn't want to be that person, yet here he was, the brilliant
professor who deep down just wanted to be used by a sadistic woman in a
most depraved way.

   `How could he live with himself if this got out.` Kept running through
his tortured mind.

   Eun-Mi continued to knead George's balls with one hand and hungrily
sucked at his pee hole as if his cock was now her personal Bong.  After
several moments of nursing his abused cock she raised her head in triumph
when thick wisps of gray smoke flowed up from George's bladder and back
into her lungs.

   She search his face as she expelled the cock smoke from her glossy red
lips high into the air.  "Ooh." She thrilled out loud.  "You really fucked
now, American."

   George followed the plume as it slowly rose above his head and watched
as Eun-Mi once again took a deep drag from her Cuban and repeated the
process of filling his body with her smoke then pausing to draw it back
out.

   His stomach trembled and burned as the room became filled with clouds of
acred cock smoke.  He watched in helpless fascination while his tormentor
literally smoked his penis like some specialty pipe.

   "Mmm, taste good." she finally spoke as she blew a steady stream of
smoke into his face.  "Perhaps I have found a use for pathetic American
cock after all."



   Chapter Four.

   The doomed professor forced himself to look away.  The bizarre sight of
her lips suckling smoke from his manhood began to turn him on and he didn't
want to give her and anyone watching the satisfaction that he was liking
this.  But Eun-Mi would not be fooled and in between leisurely drags from
his cock she proudly informed him that more unique methods to make him talk
were soon to follow.

   George fought to keep his face free of fear while she threatened him. 
Free of anything that might be used as a clue that she was getting to him;
but now, as her very experienced tongue coiled around his cock head his
face began to flush crimson with expectation and his breathing began to
quicken.

   With alarm he realized he was dangerously close to an orgasm.  He and
Eun-Mi suddenly locked eyes and he could tell by the look of evil triumph
that she was inside his head and knew how close he was.

   `I want this'. . .  He said to himself.  `Please just let me come.'
Those words of secret surrender kept rolling through his tormented mind.

   As if sensing his growing excitement she abruptly stood up, grabbed her
cell phone and walked into the bathroom.  Leaving her victim lost in a sea
of passion and unfulfilled lust.

   "Oh. . .God. . .Please don't leave me like this!" George begged as she
turned her back on his smoldering cock head and left the room.

   "Yes." Eun-Mi said to the male voice on the other end of the phone.

   "Drain him first then begin the final phase of his enslavement and
secure him for the night." The voice instructed.  "Our friend will need
several hours to introduce itself."

   Eun-Mi winced.  She hadn't expected the final phase so soon.  "Yes
supervisor," she managed.  Her palms felt sweaty.  "I will prepare him then
gather the necessary equipment."

   George chewed nervously on his lower lip as he strained to hear her
conversation.  "Please let me go!" He yelled out in her direction in hopes
the person on the other end might be someone who could help him.

   "Thank you, sir," Eun-Mi said into her phone.  She closed her cell phone
then flashed George an evil smile and began to walk towards him. . .  To be
continued!


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