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Includes a heavy pantyhose fetish element as in the original. (MFgb, ped, nc, rp, bi, oral, anal, bd, asian) *** PART 3 Ms. Fung was back on the west coast again after a year off in the sex slave trade. She was assigned by the company to run a Chinese clothing and antique store on the waterfront. Of course, it was a front for a sex dungeon where young girls were kept before being shipped off to SE Asia and a life of forced prostitution. The building had "Gold Dragon Imports" on the front in English, and a sign in mandarin as well. The blue neon lights illuminated the windows, where passersby could see traditional Chinese dresses, knockoff antiques, and keepsakes for sale. Ms. Fung's office was in the back, behind a curtain of dark beads, and had a desk and a safe. On the floor to the right of the desk was a wooden trap door that led down to a corridor and six cells, three on each side. Farther down was a concrete stairway that went to a small covered jetty, where a small boat could dock. The floor was made of stone, and very thick, and was sound proof for all intent and purpose. ACQUISITION #1 Ms. Fung turned off the "open" sign and went downstairs with a lantern to look after her more recent prizes. In the first cell on the left, illuminated by the candle lantern and laying on a simple wooden cot was Hannah. She was 13 years old, with auburn hair in a pony tail and pale blue eyes. She was leggy and attractive, and her breasts were small yet, but they bulged out of the traditional silk Chinese dress that she was in. Her legs were clad in expensive glossy white nylons, and she wore no shoes. Ms. Fung sat beside the girl and checked on her breathing. It was shallow, and steady, her skin damp with a light covering of perspiration. Hannah was tied up with her wrists bound behind her and over her head on the beds high back but her legs were free and she was not gagged, as she had vomited several times from the powerful drugs. Ms. Fung noted she had licked most of her lipstick off the night before, but her young lips were full and ripe. Her makeup was very lavish, with dark eye shadow, eyebrow liner and blush, to make her look Chinese. Ms. Fung placed a hand under her shapely calf and bent it up at the knee, and then half rolled the girl on her side. Her Chinese dress was split down both sides of her slim body, and the green silk parted to show her bottom, and her entire right leg. She had been stripped of her panties, and so her inviting pussy crack was visible beneath her hosiery. Ms. Fung took out a syringe, and stuck it into her ass, then pushed the opiate into her sleeping form. It would take another day before the girl was completely hooked on heroin, and Ms. Fung loved the sensation of drugging innocent beauties as they lay helpless. Hannah moaned only slightly, and drifted off again into a drugged rest. Ms. Fung checked her carefully, to ensure she did not overdose, and then slid her hand under the girls bottom, massaging her clitoris and feeling the virgin flesh under her fingers. She then left her in her bare, cold cell, to deal with the troubled half sleep of a junkie. Hannah had been a runaway, and managed to avoid the pimps and perverts that sought her out as she tried to survive in the city. She had come into Ms. Fung's shop looking for something easy to steal. She was told by another girl that it was an easy store to shoplift from, a rumor spread by Beijing Trading to many street kids. Ms. Fung never called the police of course, they just replaced the lost items, and played stupid. In return they waited for the right girl or boy to come into the store, where if they met the right criteria, might be invited downstairs, or in Hannah's case, accused of the crime and taken to the back office, where instead of a phone call to the police, she was stupefied with an ether soaked rag. Hannah was conscious enough to feel her feet go "bump, bump, bump" as she was dragged down the stairs to the lower level, her motor functions gone from breathing in the fumes. She dimly remembered her friend Misty telling her to never "huff" anything as a pimp might try and knock her out with something like ether, and then turn her out. Here she was, being dragged into a dank cellar by a Chinese Madame, obviously intent on selling her young sex. Transport for Hannah would be soon afterwards. Most of the "residents" did not stay 48 hrs before being shipped into the pipeline. The runaway was earmarked for Hong Kong, her buyer specifying they wanted her to be dependent on dope upon arrival. ACQUISITION #2 Ms. Fung passed by the next cell, and opened the small window to peer in to her next victim. Her name was Kaitlin, and she was all of 12. She was being raped by her first man, a pimp from Guatemala, who had forced her to drink until she was half stupefied out of her young mind. She had been stripped of her blouse and skirt, and her legs were still encased in the hot pink hue brand tights that had caught the attention of Ms. Fung when she was walking home alone the night before last from the corner 7-11. Ms Fung could not let her just walk past, and had boldly parked her van in an alleyway where as luck would have it the young girl passed, oblivious that she was being stalked in her ballet flats and cute skirt by one of the world's most experienced and ruthless whoremasters. It was not an abduction with any finesse or sympathy. Ms. Fung simply got out and took her cosh club from her purse and waited for the girl to walk past, as she pretended to check her makeup. The first blow stunned she girl, the second and third finished her off as she fell to her knees and dropped her ice cream cone. She barely had time to moan as she was knocked out by the swift blows to her head. She was dragged to the van and tossed inside, and Ms. Fung drove off quickly, down several side streets and then stopped briefly to tie her up. She had brunette hair in a cute short style, very shapely calves, and surprisingly large breasts for a preteen twink. She had dressed to attract boys, and many men slowed down to watch her when she went out, but she had no idea in her naive world that such evils were so close to her, until it was too late. The Guatemalan pimp had dealt with her sobs, her shock and her feeble attempts at mercy, only to strip her in her cell and take her virginity from her squirming form. He needed a white girl to make him money in his home country, and he took the girl brutally to ensure she feared him more than any other. His penis lunged into her wet depths, taking her sweet charms and plowing a wide, deep tunnel. He withdrew his smeared cock, and left her there while he went to change and arranged her transport by boat to a waiting seaplane. From there they would both take a short flight to Mexico, and then boat to the coastal villa he ran as a brothel. Kaitlin would be his number one whore, in his expanding business. She would last a good 2 years before she was completely fucked out, and then she would be sold to another whore house in Tijuana or perhaps Haiti. Ms. Fung came into the cell to clean up the freshly raped girl, her tights split from below her thighs, the rest of her clothes discarded. She was given an ether soaked rag to render her senseless at first, she wanted her out cold to strip her and prepare her for transport. Ms. Fung held her head firmly from the back and pressed the rag into her face until she could tell the girl had gone completely limp, and then let her head gently down to the pillow... ACQUISITION #3 Ms. Fung then went to the only other occupant, in the next cell on the left, Ella. She was 15, dressed in a yellow long sleeved sweater, that clung to her curves. She had short blond hair and green eyes, and her legs were encased in glossy purple tights, she had no more skirt as it had been removed, and she was bound at the ankles and gagged only a few hours before by Ms. Fung. Ella had been on vacation with her parents, and she was an independent and headstrong girl. Her parents had decided to go out on a one day excursion, leaving her in the 5 star hotel on her own. She had promised not to go out, and to stay in for the day, perhaps flirting with boys at the pool. Later that night, she had decided to go out on a short shopping trip with her new credit card, to pick up a few items for herself. She had gone out in her sweater, a black skirt, brown suede knee high boots and her retro looking tights. She wandered down to the waterfront, and spotted the sign for "Golden Dragon Imports". She decided to browse and see if she could get a Chinese bracelet to go with her new purse. Ms. Fung had been dressed as a store owner, in her pink Chinese dress, with a dragon design, glossy nylons and flats, her hair done in a bun, with oriental style makeup, for the tourists. She smiled at the girl as she came into the store, instantly admiring her young firm body. There was a retired couple that bought a lantern, and then left, leaving the girl as the only one in the store. Ella browsed the various wares, and began to admire a dress. "I have much more down stairs if you would like to see," Ms. Fung offered. "Unless you are waiting for somebody else?" Ella replied, "Oh no, I'm on my own tonight, I have to get back soon." "Are you staying at the Grand Empress?" Ms. Fung asked her. "Yes, my parents are coming back tomorrow, I just went on a little errand," Ella replied, smiling. "Could I see this one in my size?" she asked the Chinese store lady. "Of course, just come down to the lower level, its where all my best merchandise is kept." (she wasn't lying either). Ms. Fung was pleased with her new handmade sap, it was made from red imported leather, shaped like a round oval, and had a hand grip of tightly wound shark skin. BBs were stuffed into the end to give it weight. It was perfect for her needs. She deftly retrieved it from her purse, carrying it hidden from view. Ms. Fung only needed to get the girl in the back, but decided to take her downstairs first, she led Ella past the beads, and opened up the floor door. "It's an old building, but we have much more down here, and I know you will find things unlike what you expected..." she said with a smile. Ella walked down the wooden steps into the dank basement, expecting to see more merchandise, and Ms. Fung followed her with her cosh club in her hand, savoring the moment. Ella stopped at the bottom and was just about to turn around when she was struck by the leather club. The girl literally "saw stars" and fell backwards with a quiet sigh. Ms. Fung caught her and dragged her by the shoulders into the cell, the naive girl was dazed but not quite out cold. Ms. Fung didn't bother hitting her again, she would be in her cell momentarily. Ella had no time to call out for help before being concussed. Once she was sat down on the bed, Ms. Fung slipped off her boots and admired her shapely legs. She then pushed the teens head forward and finished her off with another well placed smack on the top of her head, the leather sap knocking her utterly senseless, with a dull "thwop" sound. Her skirt was slipped off, and she was trussed up. Ms. Fung went upstairs and closed the store for the night, turning off the lights. Ella regained her senses in the dark cell and realised that she had been knocked out and kidnapped by the Chinese woman. She tried to squirm out of her bonds, but she was tightly bound. She was dismayed that her skirt was missing and she was laying on the cot, in just her top and tights. She did not know how long she had been in here for. How could she have been so silly she thought, the lady had lured her down here and hit her from behind, she had no time to even call out, before she felt herself be dragged to the dingy room. Did she want money from her? did somebody want to rape her? she was fearful of the motives that could explain why this had happened. She remembered blathering on to the woman about how her parents had been away, then now she had been taken to the downstairs and bonked on the head! it was no accident that she had been taken for some reason. she struggled again, but it was no use. Only a small amount of light came through the space under the door, and she could not hear anybody. After an hour Ella heard the small window in the door creak open, and a dark skinned black man peered at her, he had a large gold tooth and a shaved head. The window creaked shut. After a few minutes the Chinese lady opened the sliding door, and came into her cell holding a large bottle of wine. She sat on the edge of the cot and stroked Ella's hair, and then stroked her legs. She then put the bottle down next to the lantern on a small table and came over to her again. Ella could see the label on the wine bottle "sunset vineyards" some cheap red wine that still had the "$2.99" sticker on it. "I see you have regained your senses my child," Ms. Fung said to her. "What have you done with me?" Ella asked angrily. "Y-you have to let me go!" "I have to do no such thing my lovely girl," Ms. Fung said to her, propping her up and cradling her from behind, holding her very close. "I selected you for your youth and beauty, and now I need you cheerful and silly, and not so sullen." The Chinese lady uncorked the wine and brought the bottle to her lips "Drink some," she whispered to her. Ella took a sip, it was strong and had a deep berry flavor to it. "Ughh, its awful, please, I don't drink that kind of wine," she said. "Drink some more, do as I say or I will be forced to whip you." "Please don't whip me, I..." another dose of the wine went down her throat. "Drink and forget your troubles," the Chinese lady said to her, forcing gulp after gulp of the cheap drink. Ella felt the Chinese woman slip her hand under her sweater, under her flimsy bra, and caress her mounds with her bare hands, as she was forced to drink more of the terrible wine. The girl did not understand how she could have come to this predicament so soon after leaving her hotel room, she was being molested by a grown woman, and forced to drink cheap booze in some dingy cell! The woman's hands expertly manipulated her, she must be some kind of lesbian! Ella thought. After an hour of forced drinking Ella felt dizzy and confused. Her bonds were untied and she was again propped up and held close by her Chinese captor. She sat cross legged and leaned back on her for support, her head swimming with the alcohol she had been given. Ms. Fung caressed her breasts, and her legs, and then suddenly tilted her head forcefully and french kissed the girl, tasting her expensive lipstick, and slathering her tasty virgin tongue. "I have corrupted countless young girls," she confessed to Ella, "do you like to be kissed?" "I, umm, I don't, I'm not like that," Ella replied having a hard time with her words. "Did you see the man look at you earlier?" Ms. Fung asked her. "H-he, he was black, but... I wasn't supposed to be here," Ella moaned softly, sounding confused. "He wants to help you, and said that you are quite beautiful," Ms. Fung said to the inebriated teenager. "I... can he get out of me?" Ella asked confused, her eyes glossy, and her yellow sweater stained with drug- laced red wine. "I think you should lay down now," Ms. Fung said to her, pulled her legs straight on the bed, folding her arms over her abdomen. "You need to sleep." Ella heard the woman say to her, "I think you have had too much to drink." Ms. Fung pulled the sweater off the supine girl, and undid her bra straps, then pulled them off, leaving her breasts bare in the orange glow of the flickering lantern. Ms. Fung then produced a red lipstick and applied a light coating to the girls full, pouty lips, and left her, satisfied she was ready for her first man, Ms. Fung thought, her freshness would not even last the one night, silly girl. Ella awoke. The light from the lantern still flickered, filling the room with a dull glow. She looked into the corner and a naked black man stood there, his dark penis erect and covered with a rubber. Ella knew she should scream, but could not find the strength, her head was spinning, she felt so wasted. She closed her eyes only for a moment, but then, before she knew it she felt her thighs spread apart, and her neck embraced by a strong arm, cradling her. She could smell her man near. Then, she was filled with the pain of her sweet rape. The black man with the gold tooth had indeed come for her after all. "S-spread your honey white thighs baby," he stammered. He was on top of her, and she felt her precious flower being speared by a deep, thrusting pain. She knew instinctively that the man's penis had entered her, taking her innocence with deliberate strokes of lust. She looked past his dark skinned chest, to the cell door window, the Chinese lady stared at her. "Guhhhhh, nooo!" Ella gasped, her purple legs flailing around her attackers waist, she looked down and saw the long stained dink sink into her, past her ripped tights and deep into her passage. He paused, deep inside her, and pushed her farther up the bed, the girl was shocked that his penis was so stiff, and so easily pinned her down. She felt so helpless, being plugged by the man's big dink, and understood now how it was so easy for a grown man to take a young girl, she could not possibly resist his masculine strength and untamed lust. He then withdrew and thrust forward, slowly, several more times. "Oh no, oh please, have mercy, oh my god..." she managed, her head spinning lightly from all the alcohol, and the quick tempo began again. Her rapist spewed hot sperm into his rubber, not wanting to impregnate his newest bitch. Ella felt him and withdraw, finally, making sure his long snake's sperm had emptied. She felt her thighs wet with sex, and she felt like a total slut. The teen was treated to the sight of the man's used rubber, filled with his juice, he was obviously proud of what he had done to her, holding it out for her inspection. She had never seen anything so disgusting, and she turned her head to look away. "That's a down payment," he said to her coldly, putting his clothes back on. There was a noise as the window opened and the Chinese woman held up a large wad of bills, wrapped in an elastic band, and closed the sliding window. Ella knew she had been procured for sex, and sold to a man for hundreds of dollars! Ella didn't know she had been sold for the bargain price of $4000 to a drug dealer and pimp who had business dealings with Beijing Trading, and needed a fresh girl. Ella passed out, exhausted from her ordeal. She woke up just in time to see the Chinese woman, naked, with a large black phallus strapped to her sex, as she climbed up onto the cot, and moments later her tender sex was filled yet again, but it was her captor who was raping her. Ella could only moan softly as her pussy was ploughed with the rubber dong, freshly slick with sex oil. Ms. Fung finished her off, humping her and eagerly french kissing her victim as Ella's tears flowed freely. Ms. Fung tongued her salty tears, and she was intoxicated by the girls despair. She knew the child was utterly broken, and could now be used as a nothing more than a depository for men's come, and other, artificial devices. With that thought she climaxed with a cry of lust, grinding herself into the struggling teenager. She then withdrew, spent and satisfied with her own orgasm, and the sight of the ruined girls legs splayed wide, her sex well drilled. Ella's hair was a sweaty blonde mop, and her makeup was smeared all over. She looked nothing like the well dressed, privileged girl who had walked in so confident not a few hours before to Ms. Fung's store. Her ruined tights were stripped off, and she was left to lay until morning, naked and still very drunk in her cell, covered with a cheap wool blanket. Ella came to in the early morning just as Ms. Fung was pulling a white knit knee high sock on her calf, and she noticed that she had been given a pair of thick tan pantyhose, like cheerleaders wore and a pink crushed velvet one piece top and shorts. She didn't feel very good, and her head was aching. The man who had raped her grabbed her arm and stood her up on unsteady coltish legs, "Move your ass bitch," he said to her and guided her out of the cell, followed by Ms. Fung, and she was walked to the stairs, and down to the jetty. Ella stumbled several times, held on either side by her captors. A small inboard cabin boat awaited them, and Ella did not protest as she was pushed down into the boats interior, to be laid on the cushions at the bow seating area. Ms. Fung came aboard, and tied her up, being very efficient and quick, making sure the girls bonds were very secure. "Do you want me to knock her out?" Ella heard the lady ask to her dismay. "I want that bitch asleep for a few hours." "P-please don't, don't hit me," Ella sobbed. "Oh hush, I have something for you that works quickly, don't call out, or I will use my sap on you." "Alright, I won't scream," Ella said. She lay on her front, Ms. Fung produced a rubber face mask and held it to Ella's face, and turned on the laughing gas. The hissing sound muffled her pleas, and she grew stupefied and pliant, after struggling only briefly. "This will make you sleep, and ease the pain of your puss as well. Hmm, do as your told and life will be easier for you." Ella heard the woman as if she was far away, wondering in her stupor about the term "puss", but soon she didn't care, and was relaxed. The girl was good and gassed after 5 minutes, her brain awash in medical grade nitro oxide. She mumbled feebly, and then was quiet, her head still. Ms. Fung smiled, and left her in the dark compartment alone. Ella heard some talking through her dazed head, then the engine started. So began her new life as a hooker for a midsized drug gang, as the boat headed for open water. ACQUISITION #4 Corben came to on the bed. He was 12 years old, with long brown hair, and hazel eyes. He had long legs and was an attractive, freckle faced, skinny white boy. He immediately noticed his legs encased in thick, pink, opaque tights. His boy bulge was obvious at his crotch, and his only other garment was a white short sleeved t- shirt. His ankles were bound with girls pantyhose, as were his wrists in front of him. He was gagged with a cloth stuffed in his mouth, and it was secured in place with another. He struggled to move but could not undo his ankles. He remembered the Chinese lady holding the wet, dirty dish towel cloth to his face, and breathing in the terrible smelling fumes, while he grew weak and dizzy. Why had she put the girls clothes on him? He could see the tights had no secrets, his every curve and shape was visible. They felt strange, very feminine, and comfortable, yet he was ashamed and also scared of what was happening to him. His friend Kevin had talked him into going into the store, it was all his idea. He had hung out with him for a few days, looking for a place to stay, and the older boy convinced him they could get money from stealing a few things from Gold Dragon Imports. Kevin was paid $500 by Ms. Fung for the boy, and he left soon after to buy crack on the corner. He knew Corben would be sold as a HO by the Chinese lady, that much was obvious, but he needed his fix, he craved the high and the money would keep him good and fucked up for a few days. Ms. Fung was impressed by Corben, he was young and cute, and would fetch a good price on the open market for either a transvestite or just a bottom boy for gay men. Either way he would be sold for ten thousand dollars easily. He struggled briefly, but he was skinny and naive, and he was flopped over to the floor easily enough after being made to suck in the ethers fumes. Ms. Fung carried him downstairs to a cell, and stripped him of his smelly street clothes. She then gave him a shot of sodium pentathlon, and then washed his young body with a sponge, and combed his hair. The boy lay naked and asleep as she went to get a pair of tights and a top for him. He would be shipped off no differently than the young girls were. She came back and slipped the garments on him, noting they fit very well, and adjusted his tights so the feet were placed properly, and his crotch and shapely ass looked as they should. Ms. Fung could not help but notice the illustration on the package, a cute girl of maybe 11? was sitting on a stool in a girls bedroom, her only top garment a red long sleeved sweater, and her shapely legs encased in white tights. She was blonde and smiling, her long blonde hair in a ponytail. "Collants" the package read, it was obviously from Europe, probably French. How Ms. Fung enjoyed the European flair. Later that night Ms. Fung came to him, with a small black box and sat beside him. He was awake and mumbled something to her. She undid his gag and pulled the cloth from his mouth. "I see your awake my prince" she said to him, tossing his hair to the side, "I have come to take your picture for your online ad, but first we need to give you some makeup." Ms. Fung open handed the boy on both cheeks. "Do as your told, unless you want me to slap you silly," she said to him evenly. "I... oh please don't!" Corben managed. Ms. Fung smiled, he would be a good boy, and undoubtedly submissive. She sat the boy up, and started to apply some eye liner and blush to his cheeks. "Your tender bottom hasn't been taken yet hmm? tell your mistress how long you were a runaway boy for?" she asked him, working on his eyes. "I-I... ran away last week, and then me and Kevin hooked up," he said quietly. "Oh yes, your friend was paid to bring you here." "But, for what?" Corben asked. "You silly boy, you have been brought to me to be sold, now hold still." With that she applied a lipstick to him, holding his head from the back, firmly. "Have you worn tights before?" she asked, stroking his crotch with her long red nails. "No!" he replied quietly. "They look lovely on you, and of course you won't be able to hide your shape from the men who will see you. They are all going to be looking at you while you wear makeup and tights," she chided the boy, hoping to embarrass him. "Here," and Ms. Fung held a small mirror to his face. Corben had dark eye blue shadow, eye liner, and red lipstick, and looked like a little girl. "Do you think you are pretty?" Ms. Fung asked him. "I don't know... I guess," Corben replied sheepishly. "You are pretty. If you were a girl I would take your virginity, but I will leave that to your first man." <3 months later> "Because chocolate was taken" Purdy's said, with her new street name. Corben had been long fucked out, and was just another cocksucking teen boy in high heels down on the corner. RavenX had asked the origin of his street name, as he remembered staggering out of the drug house in his brown leotard and matching spandex nylons and thigh high leather boots. He had been taken by his pimp from behind, and then forced to smoke hash from a pipe, and was then escorted to work by a Haitian Transvestite named Pamela. "We can't call you chocolate, so Purdy's Chocolate it is," she said to him, and the abbreviated form stuck. She had her street name after you were turned out, in other words, fucked and drugged. Purdy's could hear the echo of her high heels in the night air as she sauntered down to the street corner she normally worked. She knew her regulars would be there for her as it was Friday night, and so there would be men's cocks to suck. Ms. Fung continues to roam the streets at night, looking for wayward teens to procure. To be continued... *Feedback always welcome at Nesfdncr@yahoo.ca* ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 38