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Julie Taylor (M+F, nc, anal, v, intr-asian)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1993
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Julie Taylor was not normally a shy girl, nor for that matter
a timid girl in any sense of the word. At nineteen she had lost
the schoolgirlish outlook on the world and those about her, as
long as she was mixing with her own age group. When a perfectly
normal, healthy girl as attractive as Julie looks upwards to older
ages-well, anyone over thirty is middle-aged, and over thirty-five
they must be well past it! It was perhaps this normal attitude
towards older folk that made her just a little tremulous now as
she waited in the very luxurious, sweet-smelling apartment of a
certain gentleman of Oriental origin, whom she knew to be well
past his fifties, and in her eyes a very old man.
Tse Ling had kept her waiting while he bathed and changed.
It had been through a small theatrical agency that he part-owned
that he had first become aware of this pretty girl who now waited
for him in his scented living-room. Julie Taylor had taken part
in many amateur theatricals while she had been in college. When
she had taken a job as a fully-trained shorthand-typist with a
firm in the West End of London, she had -- more for a joke than
anything else -- visited the small office of the Ling-Tan
Theatrical Agency, which happened to be close to her place of
employment. If any part-time aspiring actresses were needed, she
would be pleased to do some more acting, not that she wanted it as
a full-time occupation but more as a hobby. She had been
surprised at the utmost care the woman in the Agency had taken in
getting the full details of the young lady calling on them, and
she had been even more surprised when a few weeks later she had a
letter from the Agency explaining that they were engaging a few
young ladies of limited experience, like herself, at a salary that
made Julie's eyes boggle, and if she was interested she was to
present herself at an address given in the letter on Tuesday
evening next at seven-thirty.
The address was also in the West End, and she had to meet Tse
Ling whom she remembered seeing for just a very few brief moments
at the Agency, after she had been interviewed by the woman. A
small Oriental had admitted her into this expensively furnished
apartment, and now after a few minutes waiting, the portly smiling
Tse Ling himself came into the room, gave her his apologies for
keeping her waiting, and bowed low. She saw he was wearing a very
ornate silken dressing robe. She thought it odd that he should
have been taking a bath at this time, when her appointment had
been arranged. She had been on time to the dot, she was not early
or late, and yet he had not been ready for her. He poured her a
drink and started to talk about the impending company that he was
getting together. She sipped at the drink. It was strong, rather
like a concoction of whiskey and other spirits. She did not drink
much, and this drink was positively too strong for her; she
disliked it and yet feared it might offend him if she showed she
did not want to drink. She tried to continue sipping at it. She
had heard that Orientals had strange ideas about hospitality being
refused, and with the chance to get into a theatrical company at
the wage that had been mentioned, the last thing she wanted to do
was to upset this important little man.
He went through her previous experience; or rather, her lack
of experience. She knew he must have all these details already,
but he seemed to be intent on going through every minute detail
again. She wished she had taken more time with her drink, for now
that her glass was empty he hastened to re-fill it. By this time,
however, she was beginning to acquire a taste for it, not knowing
that it contained a sex-lust-inducing drug; and by the time her
second glass was empty she felt strangely relaxed and happy. She
kept answering his questions, but instead of sitting upright in
her chair and being very attentive to him all the time, she leaned
back more comfortably, quite aware that his slant little eyes were
looking down at her legs, which were not being kept so primly
together as had been the case when she first sat opposite to him.
Tse Ling was not sitting quite so demurely as before, either.
For his part he began to sprawl on his chair, his change of
position allowing the silken robe to fall open at the front. Her
eyes opened. She could hardly believe her senses, but the portly
Oriental was really naked beneath the robe, and not far from her
wide staring eyes was a huge glistening yellow cock. She knew he
was watching her as she tried to avert her eyes from his naked
torso. When at last she looked up into his beaming face, she felt
embarrassed and ashamed, but when he placed a hand under his long
thick dong, she again looked down at it. She saw him gently lift
the heavy shaft in his palm. His voice was teasingly soft as he
said, "Young Missie likes, eh? You not feel so shy after the
little drink Tse Ling give you eh?"
She felt almost hypnotized as he drew her to her feet, his
strong hands on her wrists, pulling her to him as he also stood
up. That long thick manly shaft was being sandwiched between his
naked hairy stomach and her pretty dress. He put his mouth to
hers, during the long kiss that followed he had his tongue
insinuated well into her mouth. She wanted to resist, to make it
not quite so easy for him, but her will power had gone, it
seemingly had disappeared into that empty spirit glass. Before
her lips were released from his mouth, she was returning the
tonguing and rubbing her tongue-tip along the edges of his thick
wet gums and at the back of his teeth.
His hands were gripping her asscheeks through her clothing,
and the way he was pulling her against his naked, hard cock and
slowly worming his body from side to side was making her
experience thrills she knew she should never allow an elderly man,
and an Oriental at that, to get her to enjoy ... and yet she was
getting pleasure from his kissing and his touching ... a lot of
pleasure.
When he was sure he had excited her enough, he drew her down
into the very large soft square-shaped divan that stood in the
corner of his luxurious apartment. She lay still, breathing
heavily alongside him as his hands commenced a thorough
exploration of her lovely body. When he broke off from the
kissing or the caressing of her face with his lips to speak, it
was with words of encouragement to her about what a lucky girl she
would be if he decided to let her join the small select company he
was forming, of how much money she would be able to earn, of how
much better off she would be than with her present salary ... what
an interesting wonderful life it would be ... and while he spoke
and petted her, Julie became more dreamy and light-headed, more
easy to handle, more eager and happy to do anything to please this
strange little Oriental who in some way was developing such power
over her. It was during a long-drawn-out kiss that she felt him
finally place his right palm flat on her belly. His long scraggy
fingers began to knead her dress, causing the material to ride
upwards. His fingers increased the pressure, the dress hem rose
higher and higher towards forming a crumpled ball at her waist.
She saw him looking down at the stretch of white flesh that
now became exposed above the tops of her nylon hose, and suddenly
he eased himself across her, straddled over her thighs and lay
forward so that his balls and prick lay at the junction where her
lemon-colored nylon panties covered her girlish bush. With his
fingers he maneuvered the long thick shaft of his cock-flesh so
that it lay flat and lengthwise up from her Vee to her belly. She
looked down at her loins, his thick cock looked like a snake
resting on top of her panties, the dull yellowy flesh of the
Oriental prick making a strange shading contrast with the bright
lemon hue of the silky panties.
The licentious Tse Ling was lying in this style for a
purpose. He wanted his young aspiring actress to see and realize
to what depth his cock would be able to pierce up into her cunt-
hole if it was given the chance. He saw from her expression she
was certainly understanding, and trying to imagine what it would
be like to have that dong of his thrust up into her. She had no
idea before that a penis could be so long, or that it would be
capable of entering a woman to the extent that this long thick
dick would delve into her. Tse Ling lay heavily on her body,
getting his mouth again glued to her far from unwilling lips. He
pressed hard at the front of her soft body, he knew it would be
only seconds before he felt some sort of cunt-response from the
young lady. In a very short time, Julie was falling to the
temptation of that urge from within herself, she was trying to
push her loins against him, trying to writhe her thighs against
his thighs, trying to get pleasure by pushing her belly to and fro
against that hard long dick that was like a bar of iron sandwiched
between their legs.
When he rolled off her to one side, she saw his expression
had changed. Instead of a benign sort of kindly sympathetic
expression, his face was set into a grim smile or rather a leer.
He flipped her crumpled dress higher above her waist, his eyes
seemed to be peering deeply into her own slightly peering,
slightly glazed eyes, as his hands groped between her thighs. For
a moment or so, his hot hands caressed the smooth naked flesh
above her nylon-tops, and then his hands moved to the equally bare
flesh of her belly immediately above the tight elastic waist band
of her panties. When, after another brief fondling of her belly,
he started to unbutton the front of her dress bodice, his eyes
were still staring into hers, as if daring her to blink an eyelid
or even dare to think of resisting his eager hands.
For the first time she realized that another person was in
the room. Silently and unseen, the little manservant who had let
her into the apartment had come into the room, and now he was
bending over her from above her head, helping his Master to take
her dress right off over her head and away from her. It was the
little hand of the manservant that gripped her hands and made her
grope down to the heavy testicles and prick of his master. Not
that she needed a lot of persuasion. She was like soft putty in
their evil hands, and the heated emotion of hump-lust within her
young body was making her a willing and eager plaything for Tse
Ling.
She thrilled and adored the sensation she experienced as she
held that huge, throbbing prick in her fingers, and drew the
foreskin down in the way the manservant was showing her. Tse Ling
had his hands under her knees, he was lifting them, making her
raise her knees and at the same time he levered her legs well
apart ... what a delicious fuck-provoking sight the pretty
nineteen-year-old girl made ... the shapely legs sheathed in the
smoky nylons, the sheer whiteness of her thighs above the darker
reinforced nylon tops, the pale lemon slither of nylon that
covered her sweet cunny and the dark navy girdle from which
stretched the narrow suspender straps that kept her stockings so
perfectly in place and taut. Above the top edge of the girdle
where it nipped in at her white belly skin her small but perfectly
oval-shaped tits were just being exposed as the manservant
carefully unhooked her bra and removed it from her knockers. Tse
Ling was pleased to see that although her nipples were certainly
not fully aroused, they were dark crimson in color instead of the
pale pink they usually were ... this was the sign that she was
ready for a man.
The Chinaman knelt close to her allowing her to retain her
clasping fingers on his prick and balls, while his manservant
busied himself getting the girl's garters unfastened and the
nylons rolled down to her trim ankles. He instructed his man to
leave the girdle on, as he liked the contrast of the navy elastic
tight-fitting girdle against her pure silky white flesh.
He also derived terrific pleasure from watching the young
girl tremble with anticipation as she fondled his ever-growing
cock and felt the hands of the manservant at the waist band of her
panties ... She knew what she was going to get when her panties
were taken from their protecting and covering action on her
sweetly hot and moist horny cunt. As soon as her panties were
with her other discarded garments on the floor beside the divan,
she lay with knees raised and thighs well open as both the
Orientals gazed at the soft wispy "beard" of dark bush-hair at her
cunt. The sex-lust-inducing drug had done its work well. Her
soft wet pinkish cuntlips were agape. They throbbed and appeared
to be opening and closing in silent begging for the intrusion of a
hefty prick. The old Oriental slid his silken robe from his
shoulders. He and his man-servant knew what this lovely young
girl wanted now at this moment above everything else. He saw her
writhing and softly moaning as the manservant continued to caress
her long shapely legs and when his long talon-like fingers combed
through her bush-hair, she almost went insane with the frantic
efforts of lifting her belly to his hands and rotating her pelvis
and thrusting her loins from side to side, as if already she had
the hot cock up inside her cunt.
Tse Ling stood close to the divan stroking his prick, which
had visibly grown erect even during the last few moments. He
watched the white girl writhing under the clever, if wicked,
fingering of his lecherous manservant. He knew the little man
could use his fingertips in the most fiendish way on a girl's
pratt so as to get them as much aroused as was humanly possible.
Her cunt mucous was so plentiful that it slopped over her puffed
cuntlips and covered the little man's fingers down to his
knuckles.
The elderly Tse Ling now stooped over the writhing figure, he
got his face to her belly and then moved it lower to her cunt.
The fingers of his man-servant held her cuntlips apart, so that
Tse Ling could detect at once with his tongue her swollen and
aching clitoris. The thrill he experienced while "milking" her
clitty with his lips caused his dick to throb almost to the point
of orgasm, his balls were as heavy as lead, full of hot-cock-juice
for this horny white girl's belly. The scheming Orientals knew
they had the nineteen year old white girl to the stage where she
would have died rather than not have the satisfaction of a man.
She was a mare who needed a stallion to live ... a bitch who had
to have a mating ... then she was screaming ... at first with the
startled pain, then with the realization that she was getting the
hot cock she craved. Tse Ling was on top of her ... he was riding
her ... it was that massive fleshy prick in her cunt ... her
inexperienced but fully aroused cunt-hole was being filled with
the hot throbby flesh of her "stallion" ... she was having her
mating.
The extremely experienced whoremaster, Tse Ling delved his
thick dong of pleasure into the young victim from as many angles
as the compass has points. The room filled with the panting cries
of ecstasy, the agonizing sweet cries of pain, mingled with
lustful pleasure, as the girl was given as through a fucking as
she would ever be likely to have again. The cleverly manipulated
cock of the old Oriental was giving her cunt the sheerest ecstasy
that any girl could wish to experience and he was starting her on
the road that would lead her eventually and in a short time to the
adoration of cock for cock's sake. He was forcing her to
experience and enjoy the complete surrender of the mind as well as
the flesh to the utter bliss that only fucking would provide for
her ... he was making her have the hump-experience that would by
its very nature force her to want to enjoy it time and time again.
To even contemplate visiting the private apartment of an
elderly Oriental, the girl must have been comparatively innocent.
By the time she left that apartment she would be so much more
worldly-wise in many ways. Tse Ling liked his girlie acting
aspirants to be innocent, so long as they were healthy and able to
be aroused sexually as this young girl had been aroused, as long
as they could be made horny and sexy, then he didn't mind how
innocent, how unsophisticated or how inexperienced they were to
begin with ... he would shape them as he wanted them shaped, he
would map the path he wanted them to follow ... he would guide
them ... procure them ... debauch their cunts.
The little manservant was keeping a careful watch and count
of the times this latest young victim was brought to an orgasm.
He and his Master kept these sort of records to improve their
technique with application of the sex-drug in the drink. They had
been able to almost gauge the amount of the drug to use to make a
girl reach her peak for a certain number of times. In their
experiments they had almost killed one young woman in their
efforts to drug her enough to make her experience twenty orgasms
before passing out from exhaustion.
They never repeated the experiment on such a scale. They had
reckoned this Julie Taylor would have about four climaxes in her
young belly. She had already had three, her loins, thighs and Tse
Ling's balls and stomach were sopping with her cunt-juice and now
as the old Oriental quickened the tempo of the fuck to bring his
own crisis to its fulfillment, they saw and heard the girl gasping
and screaming in her lust as her fourth orgasm that evening was
reached and passed.
A heavily-breathing old Tse Ling lay alongside her now. He
had drained himself and her as well, and she wanted to do as he
was doing, drift away into a deep sleep, but it was the agitating
thin wet lips of the manservant on her mouth that was preventing
her from relaxing. He was hurting her with those thin talon-like
fingers of his clawing at her naked breasts while he kissed her
mouth. She could feel his long cock was out from his trouser
front, and it was clear now that he too was going to enjoy her
cunt. With Tse Ling she had neither the strength nor the will to
resist, she had wanted him to do what he had done to her ... now
with this little servant man it was different. She was satiated.
She wanted her twat to be left alone. She had the will to resist
him, however, but not the strength. She felt his long horrid cock
delve up into her saturated and quite sore cunt-hole. She felt
his balls slapping against her crotch, felt him jerking her with
every thrust of his slim but strong body and she saw that Tse Ling
was lying on his side enjoying watching her having a fuck with his
manservant, and deriving pleasure from the hump even though at
first she had tried so hard to prevent the servant from doing it
to her. For he made her get pleasure in the act, however she
resisted. But she had been drained so dry of her cunt-juice when
she had experienced the four orgasm of the evening, with Tse
Ling's prick inside her, that she was quite unable to produce more
than a dribble of cunt-juice when the long thin cock of the
manservant exploded its load of hot scum high up inside her.
It was two hours later that she was sufficiently refreshed to
leave the apartment. She had been given fifty dollars as a
payment towards her first salary from the Ling-Tan Theatrical
Agency, and was told she would be hearing from the impresario
again in the near future, when she would be given more details of
the venture. It was, he mentioned to her blandly, a touring
company, and they had been offered engagements abroad.
Pleased with her fifty dollars, happy with the exciting
prospects before her, not quite so pleased at the knowledge that
she had a plentiful supply of Oriental male sperm in her belly,
but happy to think that Tse Ling would not be accompanying on the
tour, she went off home. She little thought what the prospects
were; nor did she stop to consider that the type of engagement Tse
Ling had in mind was well in keeping with the hump-action in which
she had just been engaged.
* * * *
It had been a distressing afternoon. Since just after lunch
Susan and her husband Jack Bowing had been going through the
cupboards and drawers and suitcases in a small furnished room not
far from the Earl's Court Road. They were in the room that had,
until recently, been occupied by Tina, Susan's younger sister.
When the girl had left home to come up to live in London, Susan
and Jack had asked her to live with them in their small but
comfortable semi-detached house in Purley. But no, the headstrong
seventeen-year-old had wanted her own place, had wanted to be
independent, and now after only six months up here she had
vanished. It had been the landlady who had first raised the
alarm. She had telephoned the Bowings when the youngster did not
return to her room after three nights. At first she thought the
girl might be staying with friends, but by mere chance the sharp-
eyed landlady had noticed the girl when she met her out shopping
in the market. Tina had been hurrying along, anxious not to be
seen by anyone she knew, it seemed, and she was not alone. A
slimy horrid-looking foreign man had been on either side of her.
The eagle eyes of the landlady had noticed that the men had hold
of the girl's arms.
Susan and Jack had come up to town as soon as they had the
frantic telephone call from Tina's land-lady. They persuaded her
not to report the matter to the police, not yet at any rate, they
wanted to keep the disappearance of the girl from the knowledge of
her mother and father. If they could not trace her or find her by
the end of that week, then the police would have to be informed.
Until then, they would try and get a clue as to where she might
have gone. The description the woman gave of the foreign men with
Tina gave Susan and Jack the idea that they must have been
Orientals, and when on going through some of the discarded papers
and rubbish in Tina's room they found a torn card on which had
been scribbled 'The Ling-Tan Theatrical Agency' with its address,
the young couple thought they might have a lead.
Young Tina had always had a hankering after a life of
glamour, a life of the bright lights that show-business might have
to offer a young pretty girl. If she had gotten into the wrong
type of Agency, if she had been fool enough to fall for a lot of
wild promises that some of the vile men who lure young girls put
to them ... well ... this Ling-Tan Agency might be the right lead
...
Reluctant as he was to let his wife go to the office of this
Agency on her own, Jack knew this was by far the best way of
finding out what sort of organization was run by this Ling-Tan
firm. If it was the sort of company that looked for lone girls,
it would be quite useless for a man to try to get any information
from them. The only way was for Susan to go along to the office,
just on the off chance, as it might appear, to see if they had any
suggestions for her, as she wanted to go on the stage. From that
point of introduction she would have to see which way the cat
jumped. They tried taking off her wedding ring, so that she could
make out she was a single girl without friends in London. They
wanted to make it easy for the Agency to lure her if they were
that sort of organization. If this approach led nowhere, then
plainly it was not through this Ling-Tan setup that they were
going to trace the missing Tina. If, on the other hand, they
showed great interest in Susan despite her lack of dramatic or
theatrical experience, then this might prove as likely as not an
invaluable clue that could lead them to Susan.
The wedding ring had to be put on again. It left a deep
impression on the finger when it was removed. This might well be
suspicious to an alert-eyed Oriental.
"Better say you are a widow, dear," Jack told his wife.
"They won't be very interested in you if they know you have a
husband near at hand."
"No, darling, I just can't say that. I won't think of
anything as horrible as losing you, dear," insisted Susan. "I
will say you are abroad on business and you won't be back for at
least a year. That will help to make a real reason why I am alone
in London and why I want to join a theatrical group, to meet
friends and fill up my time while you're away. That sounds
feasible, doesn't it? It will make them think I'm going to be an
easy haul for them, won't it? That, is, of course, if they're the
sort of people we think they are."
Tse Ling looked at the young woman seated on the sofa in his
private office at the back of the Agency. His Manageress had been
quite right to have this young woman shown in to his own room.
She was possibly of the type they needed. She looked about
twenty-two, she was married, he noticed, but after a brief glance
down at the sheet of particulars his Manageress had provided for
him about this applicant to join their Agency, he saw her husband
was abroad. He would be away from her for at least another twelve
months. The little Oriental suppressed a smile at this. Just the
set-up he liked. A young wife, alone and depressed, bored and
lovely. No wonder she wanted to go find new friends and if
possible earn some money for herself by part-time acting.
He scanned down the paper. Not very experienced in acting.
Strange in a way she should want to take it up now. He looked at
her more closely. She was very attractive, very physically
desirable. "Why had she come to his Agency?" he asked her. She
explained that she had been to many others first, but they had not
been very interested, as she did not have enough experience to
suit them. That was understandable. He put his fears to rest on
that score. They had all turned her down, eh? It was a good
thing Susan Bowing had been prepared for the question. Jack had
told her to say she had been to other agencies. He had given her
a few names to mention if necessary. Tse Ling was satisfied with
her reply, and did not ask for any names. He handed her a
cigarette, it was a long thin affair, and she did not like it
much, but she obliged him by slowly smoking it while he asked her
more questions. She knew he was making up his mind about her ...
she did not want to offend him or appear aloof by refusing his
long cigarettes. It was one of his Eastern brands, she supposed.
It was sweetly sickly but probably would not do her any harm if
she could get over the strange taste.
Tse Ling studied her through his slit-slant eyes, narrowed to
almost being fully closed. She was very attractive, she had
lovely high breasts, well spaced on her lush figure, and those
hips, they were perfect, luscious and desirable to grip; she sat
so that he could see her shapely legs. Her tight-fitting skirt
hid her thighs, but he knew they were broad and delightful, the
lower parts of her limbs curved perfectly to her calves and down
to trim ankles. He knew it was a body that would attract any man
... what a fool her husband must be to leave his pretty wife alone
in London! Well, she had come to the right place to be taken care
of ... but perhaps not in the way she expected ...
She was lonely, the report said, she wanted to meet friends
and thought perhaps a semi-pro theatrical group might be the
answer. Tse Ling would see she met friends, plenty of them ...
but her performances with them might not come under any particular
dramatic art, as seen on the stage at least. The little Oriental
smiled to himself at his thoughts.
* * * * *
For the fourth time, Jack Bowing got out of his car and put
another coin into the parking meter. He had parked a couple of
streets away from where the Ling-Tan Agency had its office. Susan
was to come round here as soon as the initial interview was over.
It was running into the fourth hour since she had kissed him good-
bye and waved as she trotted up the road. He had expected her to
be about half an hour. Surely they would only want to take brief
notes at this first introduction. They hoped to be able to form
some opinion about the Ling-Tan Agency from this first visit
perhaps, after all, it was a legitimate organization, perhaps
Susan could not leave so easily without arousing their suspicion,
and she was given some sort of audition.
Jack got back into the car. He smiled. Funny if after all
it was a straight firm, and if they were giving Susan some sort of
an audition when all she wanted to find out was if they were the
sort of firm which would stoop to procuring young lonely girls and
women. Jack Bowing might not have settled back quite so placidly
in his car had he known the stage at which his pretty wife's
'audition' had reached.
After the first cigarette the Chinaman had invited her to
join him in smoking what he described as a really pleasant dreamy
leaf, and had taken her through into a small cubicle of a room at
the back of his private office, that was furnished only with a
sort of wooden bunk affair. The moment the old Oriental settled
down beside her on the mattressed bunk, and she began to inhale
the long thin weed he had lit for her, she knew this was a much
more potently strong reefer than the one she had forced herself to
smoke in his office. Susan inhaled deeply. She did not know what
else to do. She appreciated she was in a tight corner. She had
already formed the opinion that this Agency might well be the lead
that would give them a clue to Tina. If she had been brought to
this little smoking den with the old man just like this ... well,
who was to know what was to follow. Susan Bowing knew she would
just have to wait and find out. By the time she had sucked less
than half the long thin weed, she was experiencing a familiar
desiring ache deep in her cunt. With every long drag at this
sickly weed, she was literally feeling herself relaxing and caring
less and less about her cares and worries. She didn't feel like
the same person, she was not anxious and worried about her missing
sister any more ... she was not in the least concerned about
anything ... or anybody ...
She was happy, that mattered, and she was drifting on a high
cloud. She was inhaling and puffing away blissfully and was
hardly aware that the slit-eyed Oriental with her had gently
lifted her with his hands under her armpits and settled her down
further back towards the center of the bunk. She was aware,
however, that she was seated not on a flat mattress now, but on
what could be a most uncomfortable length of wood or rubber that
was shaped in a triangle running lengthwise from the front of her
body between her thighs and away beyond her back. She found she
derived a tremendous sensual pleasure from rubbing herself down on
that quite sharp edge, she could press down and feel the edge
biting up into her cunt-crevice, her panties preventing the
apparatus from actually touching her flesh.
She knew Tse Ling was watching her, and yet she didn't care
as she rubbed her twat slowly and sensually on the length of the
triangle. When the sensation grew more intense between her
thighs, she was forgetting to inhale at the weed. The little
Oriental was holding the mouthpiece of a slender long stemmed pipe
to her lips now, and as she inhaled from this new smoking affair,
she felt her head and nostrils fill with the extra sickly sweet
pungency from the fumes. The Oriental had his hands on her hips
now and was coaxing her to bend forward slightly. She discovered
why ... as she bent forward so she brought the edge of the
triangular ridge against that part of her moist panties that
covered her little swelling clitoris. The sensual wakening in
that tiny hardening bud could not be described ... she had never
experienced this sort of sexual feeling quite so accurately nor
quite so acutely before.
The Oriental had one arm around her shoulders and was
inducing her to relax back, leaning against him. This she was
more than willing to do, provided she could keep that pleasure-
giving ridge between her thighs, and pressed tightly to her
increasingly moist cunt. She made not the slightest protest when
she felt his hot hand settle down over her breast. Oh, how good
it felt to have a hand gently massaging her tit through her
clothing! In her three years of married life with Jack, she had
been happy in all ways, never had she desired or looked for the
attention of any other man, never had she wanted a man to touch
her! She liked to be admired, of course, all women have that
desire, but never had she wanted to be touched by anyone other
than her loving husband. Now, in the space of a few minutes,
everything seemed to have changed. She wanted this horrid looking
squat Oriental to embrace her, wanted him to fondle her breasts
like this. She was relieved when at last his hand was inside her
blouse, the eager clever fingers were insinuating themselves under
the cup of her bra. Her large firm tit was snuggled into the
yellowish skinned palm, her erecting scarlet nipple was trapped in
between his fingers as he cupped her whole breast. He agitated
his palm and fingers until her nipple was grotesquely hard and
stubby, she writhed herself more tightly down on that pleasure-
giving ridge lying lengthwise under her cunt. The tingling
sensation she experienced there was the same as she got when she
was in bed with Jack, and he had spent several long minutes
arousing her ready for their fucking.
She tried to bring her thoughts back into line with stark
reality. She had found out enough about this Agency to be more
than suspicious of it. She should try and get away now, get back
to her waiting husband in the car ... things were getting out of
hand here ... she would have to make her stand now, or it might be
too late ... As if sensing her sudden brief emotion of fear, or
her intention to try and get away, Tse Ling dropped one hand to
her waist, he slid his arm around her hips and forced her down
harder, so that the ridge of the triangular shaft drove harder
along her wet twat forcing her panties to form another lining for
her vagina. At the same time he forced her to lean forward so
that the ridge played on her clitoris again. This time the
hypersensitive clitoris bud throbbed and grew in rapid response to
the rubbing of the ridge against its head. Tse Ling smiled
happily as he saw this young woman close her eyes, throw her head
back, and surrender herself to the thrilling erotic pleasures that
were coursing through her from her aroused cunt. When her belly
began to jerk, when her hips began to roll slowly, when she began
to gasp and writhe as if she was already in the throes of
intercourse, the wily sensual Oriental knew that victory was his
... as it was always, once he got the feminine victim on this
ridged mattress in this little smoking den. He quickly had her
blouse pulled up under her chin, her bra was unhooked, and her
beautifully full white breasts were joggled into exposure. His
yellow fingers rolled her nipples, he kneaded the white flesh of
her lush tits while she masturbated herself lewdly and with wild
abandon on that rubber ridge on the mattress.
Outside her husband still waited, not with so much patience
now, but hoping that when Susan did appear she would have
something worth while to report ...
Through glazed eyes Susan Bowing saw the grinning Oriental
bring something into her line of vision, the like of which she had
never seen. It was like a fat banana on a curved wooden handle,
but when it was held closer to her face she could see it was a
beautifully shaped and carved imitation penis. She watched
spellbound as the evil little man carefully adjusted the bulbous
head of the dummy prick between her gaping wet cunnylips.
Grasping the wooden handle firmly, he thrust the perfect rubbery
substitute cock up into Susan's horny hole. His eyes searched her
face to see just how much she was going to enjoy this perversion,
he wanted to have some idea just how deep into degradation he
might be able to pull this delightful white-skinned woman.
Her expression thrilled him. Half-fear, half excitement, she
lay waiting to let him thrust more rubber cock into her hungry
cunt. The way her slippery dull pink cuntlips clutched at the
prick of rubber told him just how hungry she was for a man. He
wouldn't waste such lust on a feelingless rubber shaft ... he
would fuck her himself!
She tried to reach down and clasp the wooden handle, when she
felt him withdrawing the head of the rubber prick from her cunt-
entrance. She almost swooned with eager anticipation when she
heard him mutter, "I'm going to fuck you myself, my dear. That's
what you want, isn't it?"
Before he had thrust that teasing, tantalizing rubber prick
into her, she would have been able to fight this terrible urge to
let him do what he liked to her. But now she was obsessed with
the need to have some sort of hump-release. It was so silly, she
told herself, she had her husband to take care of her fuck needs.
Down in the car not so far away Jack would be waiting for her, why
was she being so wickedly tempted as to let this horrid Oriental
do to her what only her husband should do, what she only wanted
her husband to do. Whatever resolve she was trying to make,
whatever summoning up of will-power she was attempting, went by
the board when she felt herself turned over and hot lips kissed
and caressed her naked asscheeks. The Oriental was giving her
wicked little love bites all over her ass and now his hands were
clawing her cheeks well apart, and he was tracing that wet tongue
of his all along her ass crevice. In some weird lust-inducing way
he was tugging at her anus itself. He seemed to be stretching the
tight ring by pulling the flesh nearby with his thumbs, and then
the horrid little man was poking and pushing his finger at the
tight entrance until it slid inside the muscles of the ring of
flesh. She found she was pushing her cunt hard down on that
raised ridge while the finger worked to and fro in her tight
rectum.
More out of idle curiosity than any preconceived plan, Tse
Ling reached down the side of the sofa with his free hand to where
she had put her handbag. He opened it and idly thumbed through
the contents. There were several photographs in her bag, he drew
them out to look at them better ... He froze, she felt his
fingers withdraw from her bottom. She looked around and saw that
he was looking at the photo of her missing sister Tina. The one
she always carried in her bag. The look on the Oriental's face
told her that this was the man who knew all about Tina's sudden
disappearance ... this was the track that could lead to her being
found but she also saw the look of extreme anger and cruelty in
the fiendish eyes. Tse Ling knew he had been deceived by this
attractive young woman. He did not like to be taken for a fool.
He had to find out what this young woman was up to. It would be
dangerous to let her find out too much about him and his Agency.
He had to find out why she had this photo of a young girl whom he
had recently sold to a foreign buyer for one of the exclusive
brothels in the South of France. It was a whorehouse where a good
price could be had for a pretty English girl of not yet twenty.
He dug two fingers wickedly up into Susan's stretched and
aching asshole. He was not intent on giving her any pleasure now
... only pain. He worked his fingers in her to their knuckle.
"Who is this girl?" he snapped, holding the print in front of her
face. She did not answer at once, and then she screamed as his
fingers began to open and twist deep inside her hot aching shit-
hole.
"She's ... she's my ... sister," she gasped. "My husband and
I are trying to find her."
"Your husband?" Tse Ling was on his guard even more. "You
said he was he was abroad."
' He's ... he's not. He's waiting for me in his car outside.
Not far away ..." she mumbled, hoping that the revelation that
Jack was near would make this horrid cruel man ease up on her.
She thought she was clever, he was already taking his fingers out
of her asshole. He was afraid, perhaps he would have to let her
go now ... but he was not letting her get up, instead he was
clambering on her back ... she felt not his fingers but his rigid
prick at the entrance to her asshole.
"You bitch ... you filthy white lying bitch," she heard him
muttering. "I'll give you something you'll never forget, white
bitch."
She suddenly felt the weight of the man's body along her
back, a dull aching pressure being applied to her tight anus, she
felt his hands fumbling between his body and her ass, she knew
what he was going to do and knew with certainty that she could not
do anything to stop this awful rape of her asshole. For several
seconds she felt him probing and shifting his position slightly on
her raised backside and then when she sensed that he had gained
the right line of direction, she tensed herself for the pain she
knew was to follow. It felt as if inner fingers were forcing her
asshole crudely wide apart to allow the thick cock that he pressed
to her to enter her. The sensation of being filled was suddenly
upon her, accompanied with a searing almost unbearable pain. She
listened to him babbling to the man in their strange tongue, she
did not understand a word, but guessed they were speaking about
her husband who waited nearby in the car. The tone of their
voices added to her anxiety. The other man went from the room and
quite obviously he was going out to look for Jack. She knew that
under some pretense or other they would get Jack up here into the
building, and once both of them were literally prisoners of this
evil Tse Ling there would not be much hope of them escaping ...
like the young sister they were looking for, they too would
disappear, and this time perhaps no clues would be left for anyone
else to discover and follow the trail.
Susan tried with all her strength to get away from the body
clinging to her asshole, to avoid that spearing cock that rammed
into her bowels and yet, even as she struggled and cried out, she
knew her efforts were doomed to failure. The wily strong little
man was using her contortions and writhings to help him sink his
thick pecker deeper into her rectum. His weight finally flattened
her down on her front on the bed, she turned her head to see his
evil face leering at her, the expression on the sallow countenance
was one of utter triumph over her ... his cock was inside her anus
to the deepest extent. For the first time in her life her flaccid
soft ass was filled with rock-hard cock.
The pain was far worse than when she had lost her virginity
to an elderly clergyman at twelve. Then her ravisher had been
patient, had allowed her time to get used to having a man in her
cunt. True he had put his penis into the proper channel, and
before the rape was over he had given her some measure of excited
pleasure. She was sure there was to be no pleasure at any stage
in this vile rape of her asshole by the Oriental procurer.
Tse Ling gently rocked to and fro on her back, letting his
cock lever itself against the tight gripping walls of her shit-
passage and, incredible as it seemed, Susan began to feel her
passage relaxing and not experiencing quite such intense pain as
had been her lot when first she had been violated up her ass. She
began to find she wanted to try and be an active partner in this
unnatural union. She had the urge to rotate and writhe her
asscheeks back at his loins, to get some sort of mutual tempo in
the movements of their bodies. Tse Ling grinned with evil
satisfaction as he looked down at the fleshy white asscheeks
jerking back at him, at the way she was moving her whole ass in a
small circle of erotic sensuality. Once again the fact that is
known to all procurers and one they all trade upon was being made
abundantly clear ... that in every woman, however virtuous, there
is a tiny bit of a desire to be a whore. Most do not get the
opportunity to display or to exploit this deep inner desire, but
when, as in the case of this young wife, it is made easy and
natural for them to behave wantonly, they are not slow to respond.
It was a pity, he told himself, that he could not afford to
take the risk of keeping her with him and having a constant
sweetly satisfying use of her lush body. He would have to get rid
of her husband, and she would have to be sold in the same way that
her sister had departed, only much more quickly. Tse Ling did not
want to keep this white piece of ass in his establishment a minute
longer than was necessary. He was not sure if she and her husband
had told anyone else of their suspicions of the Agency. One more
indication that he was under any sort of suspicion and he would
have to close up the Agency and start again under a new and
different guise. If indeed he could get away with it this time,
after his luck had held on so many occasions.
Jack Bowing was about to get out of the car and feed the
parking meter yet again when a grinning slant-eyed man knocked on
the car door. "Please ... you Mister Bo-wing ... wait for wife,
yes? You come with me please ... wife want you ... send me for
you ... come quickly ... please." The singsong voice was
persuasive, not commanding. Jack knew that if Susan was sending
for him something must be wrong. He quickly walked along, with
the little Oriental at his side. He was suspicious and yet he had
to go and find out what was happening. After all this waiting he
was pleased to have a chance to have some action. He was not so
pleased when, as soon as he stepped through the swing doors of the
outer office of the Agency he was grabbed by two strong yellow-
skinned little men who made up for their lack of stature by the
clever way in which they applied crucial armholds on him. With
both arms held painfully to his back, he was escorted from the
main office along a corridor towards the rear of the premises.
For a brief moment they paused at the half open door of the room
in which Tse Ling was, and found himself hypnotized into stupified
tautness at what he saw. His lovely wife was on all fours like an
animal, the beastly little hairy yellow-fleshed man was on her
back like a dog with a bitch. The thick penis was buried up into
Susan's ass, but what made Jake all the more horrified was the way
in which his wife was urging on the fiendish Oriental who was
clamped to her buttocks. She had reached under her open thighs
and was cradling the long drooping ball-sac of the man in her
palm. From her contorting mouth came the obscene chant, "Do it
harder ... fuck me harder ... ohraauuuurrrgggghhAAAA ... please
... harder and dig it deeper into me ... ooorrraauuggHHHH!!!!"
Jack realized his wife must be drugged to be behaving like
that, and yet, even so, to see one's loving and devoted wife
pleading with a wretched Oriental to do it harder to her while his
thick cock is frigging up her rectum, was enough to send a man out
of his mind.
Tse Ling grabbed her hair and jerked her face upwards so that
she was forced to look towards the door where her husband was
being held by the two men. Tse Ling had his other hand round and
under her loins, the talon fingers frigging at her until she knew
she would die if she was not given the sweet much-needed release
of her orgasm - husband or no husband watching her, she had to get
the gratification every fiber in her drugged body was screaming
out for. A demented Jack Bowing watched his wife twisting and
jerking at the evil Chinaman as she tried to screw herself down on
to those lust-provoking fingers that were frigging her towards
either madness or her much needed orgasm. Susan was crying out
all the filthiest words Jack had ever heard a woman use. She was
being milked of her cunt-juice and at the same time the jerking
prick of the man was sending its hot wet scum deep into her
bowels.
Tse Ling looked up in amazement. Just behind the lithe
Orientals who were holding the heaving, sobbing Jack Bowing were
two of the largest London policemen he had ever seen.
Lost for words for once, Tse Ling rose up, detaching himself
gradually from Susan who screamed the foulest abuse at him, at
them and at everybody else ... As the glowing aftermath of her
glorious come wore off, the pain in her rampaged anus grew worse.
She lay there limp and exhausted, while the Chinamen released her
husband who ran over to try to assist her, at least to cleanse
her, or to bring her round to some state of normality.
The policemen, taking in the situation, were quick to arrest
Tse Ling. They telephoned for reinforcements and took away all
the employees of the Ling-Tan Agency. Speedily seeing the chances
of promotion in their agility at unmasking one of the wiliest
brothel supply rackets in the country, long sought by the English
and Continental police, the larger of the policemen carefully tore
up the piece of paper he had in his pocket. It would never do if
anyone knew that their suspicions had not been aroused by anything
Tse Ling had done. They had followed Jack Bowing into the
building to present him with a ticket for having fed the meter
five times and being still parked in the same position!
The End