Message-ID: <7865eli$9801271544@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7865.txt> From: Spoonbender <Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk> Subject: teko (nc, bd, slavery) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: "Theodore Spoonbender"@spoonbender.demon.co.uk Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <34cd4803.203184581@post.demon.co.uk> Teko ******************************************************************** (c) 1997 Spoonbender. A short story of an adult nature. Not to be read by minors. If you don't like stories where young ladies are taken advantage of or you are underage then don't read it. Contains descriptions of non consensual sex, slavery and stuff. Can be freely distributed as long as it is not changed, including this heading. If it is to archived on a fee paying archive then please email me first for permission. This is not for real. It didn't happen and hopefully it never will. It is not based on anyone living or dead. Please email me with comments, constructive criticism, fantasies you want put into words etc. Don't flame me if you don't like the content or you don't like my style. ********************************************************************* Teko became seperated from the party on the corner of 10th and Main. A little Japanese Schoolgirl, with no English, lost in the middle of a city. I was cruisin' with Juan and Joey when we spotted her. She was looking lost and we decided to pull over and see what we could do, both for her and to her. She was obviously very frightened, her head kept swivelling like a bird looking for her friends and her teachers. "They ain't here." Joey shouted, 'cause it was obvious the little bitch didn't speak English. She started to cry. I pushed the boys away, leaned down and started talking to her. Softly like. I knew she didn't understand a word but I hoped she recognised the tone. I love those sailour outfits they make Jap schoolgirls wear. Fucking erotic don't you think. Short blue skirt, funny little shirt thing with a big stripey collar, and those little white socks sheeeit! It made me think that I'd kinda like to have her providing the filling in a fuck sandwich, between me and my mattress. "We gonna fuck her or what?". Joey was always the crude one. "Yeah listen man lets play this cool eh? We can't just fucking grab her off the street, she start hollering and then we'd be fucked. Leave it to me man." I turned to her and smiled. Then I noticed that she had this little dictionary thing. Jap to English, English to Jap. I pointed to it and indicated I wanted to borrow it. I looked up 'friends' and pointed out the jap word to her. She looked puzzled so I found 'where'? She looked around frantically and started crying again. A quick look through the book found 'Police' and 'Go'. I think she got the picture. Least the one I wanted her to have. We were going to give her a lift to the Police Station. Ha! Fat chance. We hung out in an old warehouse down near the waterfront. It wasn't in the best part of town and the area was stiff with Winos and Bums but we called it home. I dunno what Precinct houses looked like in Japan but she must of been crazy to think that our place remotely resembled a police station. We managed to hustle her inside without her suspecting, though by this time she was too far gone for any help. You get out into the hundreds man and you better be black, mex or just plain crazy. We all humped her. With her ahooting and ahollering fit to bust. It was fucking great. She was as tight as a Yid tallyman and she bled like a stuck ox when I porked her. We got the rest of the gang together and she was soon pullin' trains like a pro. The heat was turned up after a coupla days. The TV said that the Jap embassy got on to the state department who in turn lit a fire under the Police Commisioner's ass. So we kept our heads down. Just a bit of localised fucking. A dozen a day. You know, low key stuff, friends and family only. Just keepin' her warm, you know. I never tired of fuckin' her. She made a whole range of interesting noises, babbling away in Nip all the time. An' she was tight man, even after all that use. Rubber cunt we called her. As usual the cranks, crackpots and do-gooder middle class Joes thought they saw her in all sorts of places. Stories flew around, about her being taken by white supremecists, killed in a turf war, shipped to Nevada that sort of stuff. One guy even said she had been abducted by aliens. Eventually the heat died down. Now we cranked up the volume. Twenty bucks would get you ten minutes alone with her in the storeroom she now called home. Word got around and soon she had queues of guys awaiting on a turn between her little yella legs. It was a pretty bad day that we didn't clear at least half a grand. We made a big mistake then. We kinda enjoyed the bread so we thought about doublin' it. Maybe we shoulda just doubled the money we charged for her. I dunno twenty bucks just seemed right somehow, it sure made us a lot of friends around our neighbourhood. So we had no fear o' being busted. They all knew when they were on to a good thing. So the mistake? We grabbed another chick. A Chink this time. She was bigger than our Nip, about five four I guess. Sheeit! she was a fighter. We all had to hold her down tight just to get to fuck her. Even after we'd broken her in, she still wouldn't lie there an' take it like a good little ho. So we had ter tie her down. Some of the guys grumbled at that, so we started to get a bit o' fightin' going on. Ruined the peace and tranquility it did. So we just had to drop her prices and work her harder. A lot harder! She was damned popular, sixteen hours a day she was 'entertaining' and even at five bucks a go we stashed some serious money. Even the poorest derelict could afford that sort of small change. Production line fucking we called it. One after another, hour after hour. She was like a money machine. All we had to do was wipe her down every now and then and in return the money just poured in. Then came the really bad news. It seems daddy was somethin' or other in the local Triad. They came a lookin' and after a coupla months they found us. Maybe you saw the police photos of the fight man. Sheesh it was bloody. Me an' Joey escaped with the two naked whores, leakin' juice. Shoulda dumped those whores cause we ended up getting pulled on the Interstate which is why I'm here. They told us the Nip was only fourteen. The other'n was eighteen, which was more respectable I guess. We made a lot of bread outa that Nip's ass. I reckon she fucked over fifteen thousand guys, even the chink managed nearly seven thousand, which is how I can afford your fees man. So that's the story. You still reckon you can get me off? ******************************************************************** FOOTNOTE: I'm looking for a lady who enjoys my type of writing and who is prepared to collaborate with me on future stories. You will naturally share the credit, such as it is. If you are her and you want to help weave your own fantasy. Then please email me. Spoonbender -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/><http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>