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Includes a heavy pantyhose fetish element as in the original. (MFg, ped, nc, rp, bi, 1st, oral, anal, bd, asian) *** Lady Fang was Ms. Fung's half sister from the same mother, who had given them both up when they were young. She had grown up with Ms. Fung in the streets of Hong Kong and also ended up working the sex trade from an early age. She now ran a brothel of her own in Bangkok, Thailand, associated to Beijing Trading Ltd and Mr. Big's organisation of white slavery and international prostitution. Most of her contemporaries were long since dead, but she managed to survive the harsh life of the street long enough to be employed in management. "Lady" Fang got her title from her imperious ways at her brothel, running it like a royal household. She preferred Asia over North America and Europe, and she was content to leave her half sister to do the recruiting overseas while she ran operations in Thailand. She was a year younger than Ms. Fung, and also beautiful and exotic. She had long black hair, large pert breasts and a thin waist and long slender arms and legs. Her dark eyes were very orientally pronounced and she looked like a Chinese goddess, even in her thirties. Like her sister, she was a dominant lesbian who lived to feel the tender flesh of a girl beneath her well toned abdomen. It made her a better whoremaster, she thought, as she could sense the wants of the men who came to her brothel to spread their seed in her bevy of young beauties. The brothel itself was located up river from the city, and was disguised as a fishing operation. There was a dock, a residence, the two story warehouse, where the foreign girls were kept, and several buildings for the working staff of oriental women who were responsible for much of the day to day running of the compound. Most of the structures were made of bamboo, and were raised high on wooden foundations to protect from the rainy seasons river swell, and flooding. The only way in was by boat or helicopter, the entire location nested into the jungle river coastline. Locals were paid off and the entire operation was under the protection of the powerful syndicate that had its hand in many government departments. Men and women paid top dollar to visit Lady Fangs "fishing resort." Fresh stock arrived by a small wooden river boat that showed up monthly, and the precious cargo of western girls was unloaded at the dock and taken to the outdoor treatment area above for processing. There were a dozen bamboo cots divided by small wooded walls and roofed in a rudimentary fashion, and walled to prevent any passersby on the river to see them. The girls themselves originated from all over the world, mostly from North America and Europe, but some were taken locally, tourist girls who just went missing... Lady Fang stood on the dock in the rain, her assistant, Mr. Zui, a grizzled old man who was her personal assistant, holding the black umbrella for her. The river was misty from the humidity and the rain, and they could see the small boat approaching from down river, a dilapidated fishing boat that belched steam as it made its way along the riverside. The boat would bring camp supplies, drugs, clothes, food, all the essentials that were required, and of course, girls who would start off as sex slaves for Lady Fang. The girls were by nature a grade below those who were sold to rich clients, but in many ways they were just as young and pretty, as Beijing Trading tended to snatch only high grade pussy for overseas markets. Lady Fang was often surprised as to the stunning quality of the new merchandise and thanked her sisters eye for tender, innocent flesh. Some of the girls were shipped after working elsewhere, and some arrived with hymens intact, but that would not last long here. The boat docked and several oriental women began to bring the girls from the small hold into the afternoon rain on the dock. There were six in all, all white girls. They were pretty, and all were ungagged but were tied with rope around the wrists. They were stood on the dock to face Lady Fang who looked them over. "You are my property now, yes?" she smiled. "I will work you much, and for me, I will give you the nectar that you will crave. If you work off your time here, you will be free in time," she lied, smiling. "Now, go to rest, and you will all be given pretty clothes," she chuckled. One girl, who's damp blond hair was in a pony tail, looked longingly to Lady Fang. She was dressed in a pink tube top, jean cut offs and white knee high socks. She had smeared makeup, but beautiful green eyes and a lovely figure. "I, I need my medicine" she croaked desperately. Lady Fang walked over to her and took the girls arm, and saw the marks. "I see, yes my sweet, do you need your special treat?" she took the girls chin and stared into her eyes. "Oh please, oh my god, I will do anything, please..." the girl babbled. Lady Fang nodded to a minder, who took the girl up the ramp to the outdoor treatment area, where the girls were initially processed. She was laid down on the bamboo cot and the head mistress, who was in charge of the narcotics, sat beside her to give her an injection of opiates. "Wait" Lady Fang said. She motioned to one of her studs, a white employee with a large cock, who Lady Fang used to break in sweet girls when needed to come forward. The man undid his shorts and stood close to the girl, who immediately began sucking his cock and worshipping his balls with her tongue. The other girls were made to watch, most cried, some just stood horrified, as the petite 14 year old sucked the man to orgasm on her knees, her hands still bound behind her. "Ghhhh, ohhhh, ummmm," the man let out as she sucked his sperm into her throat. She was thorough, finishing him off completely. Lady Fang snapped her fingers and the girl was sat back on the cot, and injected with heroin. She lay down and whimpered softly, and passed out. Lady Fang remembered the girl, she was an acquisition from a competitor (one of the ones that were still alive), Mr. Xiang, a fat, one eyed Taiwanese flesh merchant who had a brothel in the city. He had fled to Bangkok after a time in the Chinese Nationalist Army as an intelligence officer, where he was suspected of being an agent for the communists (which he was). He moved on to a more lucrative career, enjoying the fine life in the west. Apparently INTERPOL was doing too much snooping and he had to get rid of the pretty thing to a more secure location. Lady Fang offered $1000 dollars, which he initially scoffed at, but then she pointed out that she had been drugged with heroin already, and had been well fucked, so she was hardly worth the $10,000 he paid when she was shipped from Hong Kong via Australia to his Bangkok fun house, where his specialty was serving up drugged girls for fetish dungeon sessions. "Learn from this lesson," Lady Fang told the shocked and sobbing arrivals, "please me and you will be rewarded." With that the girls were dragged to other cots, and the screams and sobbing continued. The entire camp could hear the commotion, as the girls fragile emotions were strained beyond the breaking point. WHORE #1 Shelly was only 13, and was watching the other girls be dragged away when she herself was grabbed by the arm and pulled along. Her long brown locks hid her blue eyes as an older Thai woman with streaks of grey in her hair and gaudy makeup, pulled her along to a separate cot. She was too afraid to say anything. She was dressed in a baby blue one piece velour dress with long sleeves, that had slits down both sides, her breasts defined against her thin bra and the top. She sat at the edge of the cot and felt her bonds removed. She was wet from the rain, and concerned that her flats had been taken from her, she only had her nylons on, and she knew they were cut by runs on the bottom of her feet, as they were not meant to be walked on. She had only dimly remembered being kidnapped in Bangkok, she had been lured away by a handsome boy who was selling jewellery from his bicycle. She had not seen the man who had hand gagged her and drugged her, she only felt his embrace, the sting of a needle, and then she passed out to awaken on the boat with the others, tied up with a cloth stuffed in her mouth. Now she was dazed and afraid, not knowing what was going to happen next, it was all like a terrible nightmare. "I don't do drugs," she squeaked to the Thai woman who stood over her, she must somehow convince them that she wasn't supposed to be here, she wasn't a prostitute! The woman then slid her hands under her dress, to her waist, and slid her hands over her private mound. Shelly let out a girlish shriek. The woman seemed annoyed with her, snapping the waistband of her nylons and saying something in Thai to her. Shelly didn't move, and the woman grabbed her nylons again and pulled them down to her knees roughly. She didn't resist, she was too terrified. The woman looked annoyed and yanked at them until they were down by her ankles, then, off her feet. They were tossed aside as an olive skinned man, middle aged, with no shirt with black hair and brown eyes walked up to her. He undid his shorts and let them fall to his ankles. She looked at his prick, dangling there. It was long and thick, and he pushed her down so she lay on the cot. She stared up at the bamboo roof and silently pleaded for this to be over, but her dress was pushed up high on her firm tummy and his warm tongue explored her most private of places, kissing and sucking her. She let out a pant, her nervous breathing getting the better of her. "Oh, oh, my" she said to the ceiling as she was licked. She looked over and noticed the oriental woman cutting her dress with a pair of scissors, and after another yank, she was completely naked. She covered her breasts with her arms as she was tongue lathered, the man's hands caressing her downy bush above her clitoris. The hands on her bush were smaller now, softer, and ughh, a different tongue. She looked down to see the Thai woman burying her face in her sex, Shelly moaned out in disgust and surprise. "I sample your honey," she kept whispering to her, as she was tongue licked thoroughly, and let out a moan. She was then rolled on her front by strong male hands again, her head against the pillow as the man positioned himself behind her. "Lay still" the woman spoke to her nearby. Shelly was terrified of what she knew was coming. He grasped her thin waist and pulled her up, then used his muscular legs to spread her wide. "No, no, I can't do this you don't understand, UGHHHHMMMMMmmmm," she was speared from behind, into her cunt lips and an inch into her virgin opening. She felt the staff split her, "GHAAaaaa!" she let out, her vagina wasn't going to give way! "UGHHHHHHMMMNN!!!" another few inches. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IM BEING RAPED! she thought, biting her lower lip. Her pert breasts were cupped in the man's warm, sweaty hands, his lust hot against her body, he squeezed them and worshipped her girl mounds. "Keep your legs wide for me girl," she heard him say, in a South American accent, but she couldn't quite comprehend what he was saying to her. Another thrust, she yelped in pain, and then a more steady rhythm. She felt wet and stuffed, her canal well used by the rapists warm, long, thrusting penis. So this is it, she thought, it's done, no more wondering, she was being fucked, and fucked by a man who took her with nothing to offer her but bare lust. Her tears dampened the pillow as she was speared repeatedly by her man, until he called out in agony it seemed, and she was flooded with sperm. As his dick slid through her come filled sex, again she stopped on the knowledge her coupling was an act of force. The veins in his prick rubbed her sex as her young tunnel clamped over the intruders shaft, as if to offer some small resistance to his deeds. She felt his essence, his hot lust for her, she wondered if he was larger than most men?, and with that he withdrew. She felt relief and a sad, guilty longing, did this man feel nothing for her? she almost spoke to him, but then said nothing, hurt she didn't even know her "deflowerers" identity. Shelly rolled over and felt her sex with her hand, and was shocked to see blood. Was she seriously injured? she was numbed by pain, and thought perhaps she had been hurt badly. Several women were fussing over her, wiping her wound with warm pads and seeing to her injury. Shelly was propped up in bed, and given a strong tasting drink laced with morphine by Lady Fang, who then held her close, letting her weep uncontrollably in her arms. The older woman who had stripped her naked then gently pushed a tampax into her, noting with a smile how it slid easily into the child's vaginal canal. The girl stiffened, was she being used again? no, it was a feminine pad, and she relaxed and let the woman insert it. She was still in pain, and she welcomed the buzz she got from the drink she knew had been spiked. She drifted off to a semi-sleep, it was dark now and she was covered in a blanket, and fell asleep to the sound of the rain on the bamboo roof. Shelly was in an orgy. She knew that. There was nothing else you can call it when a dozen girls in harem outfits were all in a large room with men who paid for them, in various stages of violation. Her "john" was a middle aged man, who had a nice sized cock, and she was working her tongue around it from the kneeling position, trying to get him to come. She was known as "the closer" because she got men off when others could not, and she used her expert mouth to finally suck the warm sperm from Lady Fangs customer. "Ughhh," he moaned loudly as she sucked every last drop into her mouth, and swallowed the pungent liquid. She laid beside him, wiping off her mouth with her sleeve. Her jaw was sore from the work and she needed to pace herself. In the middle of the smoke filled room there was a large hashish water pipe, and a young thing of perhaps 14 was taking a long toke, on the insistence of her partner, and the two then coupled again on the large floor rug, the teenager spreading her naked thighs for the man who guided his dong into her again with a grunt of pleasure. Some girls slept, others were being fucked, or giving head. Most of the girls who were drugged regularly were here she surmised, with a few like herself, who were not yet hooked on anything. It was explained to her that as long as she was a top performer, they would not drug her. She accepted this compromise, and worked hard to blow her men in first class fashion, before they decided to lose interest and demand she spread her shapely legs for them. She was housed in the downstairs dorm, with the other "clear headed" girls, while the upstairs was for those who needed more "upkeep" usually in the form of heroin and cocaine, so she had been told. She surmised there may be two dozen girls total who worked Lady Fang's "fishing resort." She was given magazines to read, was fed well enough, and was allowed to go about the compound for several hours a day, under the gaze of armed guards who were armed with sub-machine guns. There were also attack dogs kept in a kennel, and she was more afraid of those than anything else. She had heard that a "runner" had been killed by the dogs within site of the compound, after she managed to slip out and make it through the barbed wire, but that was before her arrival. The last incident she had heard of revolved around a blonde girl who had tried to pass a message to her customer, and after being reported, she was whipped with a cane in front of the entire stall of girls, until she screamed. She was then taken "upstairs" where she emerged days later, glossy eyed and befuddled, with no interest in anything other than her next dose of shit. Shelly didn't want to end up like that!, and she never spoke to a customer unless it was to please him. She knew Lady Fang was impressed with her hard work, and gave her more private time than the others, as a reward for being so cooperative. She dreamed of escaping of course, but could not think of that right now, only survival. Shelly's minder came by, and nodded to her that her night was done. She smiled at her exhausted customer, who's semen was all but sucked dry, and walked out of the main guest hall, out to the dorm. She passed a brunette girl, Carmen, who was being taken "from behind" by her customer, a fit looking black man who she heard was a rich NFL player, shrieked as her anus was ploughed. Shelly winced, and scurried past, she had not had to do that yet, and did not look forward to it. She hurried out, concerned she would be commanded to "bend over" for some rich client! "For the love of god, no!" she heard the girl squeal, as she left her to her fate. The night was surprisingly chill, and her see through harem outfit didn't help. She had managed to make it through the day without being screwed, 3 blow jobs was enough... and so she thought of that as a small victory. By her count she had 4 "lovers" in the last 2 weeks, including Ramen, the man who had "broken her in" on her first day here. She was not permitted to speak to him, and wondered in her silly 13 year old way, if they might end up as a couple one day. She found herself thinking about him, and thought he was handsome, unlike so many that came here to rape for mere money. She knew that Ramen had been forced to take her the way he did, and was sure that he was planning to eventually escape with her. Shelly became obsessed with looking pretty, convincing herself that she would be treated better if she was beautiful. She knew Lady Fang sometimes took a girl for the night, and watched her closely when she was near, but feared being taken to bed by the Chinese woman, who had a rumored penchant for double ended dildos!. Be that as it may, Shelly knew she had to please her Madame, her pimp? even though she knew they didn't use that word here, by staying pretty. Shelly stripped off her harem costume, showered, and returned with a towel to dress for the evening. All their clothing was handpicked by Lady Fangs "staff" and they were ordered to always dress "pretty" in case they were needed. Shelly re applied her makeup at her small table by the foot of her bed, and decided on what to wear that night. Most of the girls were still at the orgy, and it was unusually quiet. She went with a simple outfit. A black spandex blouse, that clung to her every curve, above her belly button, no bra, as they were not given them, pink glossy tights with black opaque Capri tights over top that went down to her knees, and red velvet ballet flats. She looked very good she thought, and sauntered out for a walk in the compound, putting her long locks in a ponytail, hoping to spy Ramen somewhere nearby... WHORE #2 On Aviana's last day of freedom... she had awoken to the terrible feeling of hands all over her, she was confused, it was dark. She had gone to her friend Cindy's for a sleepover, they had talked about boys, school, their favorite MTV DJs, and now she was awake and confused, she felt noxious and somebody was steadying her forehead with their hand. She didn't understand what was wrong. She tried to move but her arms didn't quit want to work. She blinked her eyes and saw a shadowy figure kneeling next to her bed. The smell was awful, not like gasoline, but something potent, that she breathed in and filled her lungs and made her very light headed and dizzy. Her blanket was removed, she felt hands grasp her calves and tie something around her, securing her. "Don't bother with that one, I like her better," a low female voice said. "We came for the blonde, what are you talking about?" the man asked. "Knock her out and leave her we don't have room for two, and I want this raven haired beauty instead" the woman said, sounding annoyed. "Hmmmm" she heard Cindy from the other bed. "Ok, I shot her up with some morphine, she won't be awake until tomorrow," the man said. The woman's voice was nearer now, "Tie her up to be sure." She felt her head lifted up, and the terrible smell was back. "Ok, time for your shot" she whispered to her, and she felt a sharp sting in her shoulder, "I, umm, huhhh..." was all she managed, Aviana struggled again, weakly, she was being kidnapped or raped! she thought, her head tilted over to the woman now, her face very close, she looked Chinese. "Tell me where your friend keeps her nylons," the woman asked. Aviana though it was a strange question, "the, the bottom drawer," she whispered. There was a squeaking sound on the other bed, and Aviana could tell somebody was on top of Cindy "ughh, ughhmmmm" her friend moaned. "I'm going to pop her cherry if we are going to just leave her!" the man spat in a venomous tone. Aviana saw the rape, knowing her friend was being screwed by the intruder, her shiny legs splayed wide and bent at the knees, visible in the moonlight coming through the window. She heard the woman open the dresser drawer and come back to her bedside. "I need these to bind you, lay still" she was told. "Deflower her and then come to the van, I won't wait for you" the woman said to the man in a low voice, then there was the loud rip of cloth, "Damn nylons, I just cut the crotch area, take this bitch," the man said. "Ughhh, mmmm!" Cindy moaned, still semiconscious. Aviana remembered Cindy's beige glossy nylons, the ones she wore to bed with her pink nighty on cold nights. She wanted to tell them that Cindy was only in grade 8, and they shouldn't do that, deflower her? what did that mean? she thought it must mean take her cherry, although she had not remembered the term before. The woman's voice was close again "Go to sleep" the woman whispered to her, and Aviana felt her knees bound with a pair of nylons, then another pair was tied over her mouth, and her head was tilted over as they were tied at the back. "Hmmmgff" she murmured. She was getting warm all over, and euphoric, like she was floating. She looked down at her ankles, they were crossed over and she could see the white rope that bound her shapely, shaved and waxed legs, and the nylons securing her knees. When had she been tied up? she didn't know. Her eyes grew very heavy, and she dreamed of being seduced by a lady robber dressed in black... then she awoke to the dark again, was she dreaming?, no, no, her legs could not move... and she drifted off again, bound for South East Asia. Aviana had been seduced on the day of her arrival. She had been marched up the dock with the other girls, dressed in her "shipping" clothes, a black body tight and a red cotton top. She wept openly as the other girls were stripped and raped in the processing area. A minder had started to cut the bonds holding her arms behind her as she awaited her turn, wide eyed, as a dark skinned man approached her, staring, his large erection clearly visible in his black cotton spandex leggings, his white shirt tucked into the top of the waistband. The woman with her was pushing her down on to the cot in order to make her lay down, Aviana wondered if she should just spread her thighs and not resist, as they had been told on the dock they would be beaten if they resisted! There was another girl pinned down and being taken with a hand held dildo by three Thai women, Aviana was terrified, and found wanting to drugged again as they had been on board ship, so she wouldn't have to see or hear this. The handsome man had sat beside her and started to caress her leg, and say something in French. She didn't know what to do. Lady Fang had snapped her fingers at the woman and gave her an order in mandarin. She was instead marched to Lady Fangs dwelling, and ordered to her personal bedchamber. Aviana was so relieved. The man said a few things to her again in French as she was taken away, and she was afraid of him, and what she knew he had in his bulging crotch. She looked back to see another sobbing young girl on the cot she had vacated, her legs forcefully spread wide as the man climbed on top of her. Another blonde girl, and no more than 11, dressed in a black party dress and nylons had gone completely hysterical, screaming like a banshee. She had been coshed from behind to silence her by a Thai woman, and dragged to a waiting cot for her young pussy to be opened as well, at her owners leisure. Aviana turned away, sobbing. She could hear Lady Fang giving orders to her underlings, as they carried out their deviant deeds, and processed the new stock of girl flesh for her white slave girl brothel. She had hoped that there had been some change of plans after all, that she wasn't supposed to be a prostitute in this awful place. Another Thai woman came in, and gave her a strong herbal drink after cutting her bonds. She was relieved to be untied. She felt sleepy, and the older woman had her lay down, and before Aviana could plead her case once more she had lightly dozed off. She had awoke later to the caresses of her owner, her hair let loose, her tights and top gone. She remembered the Chinese woman entering her tender sex as she lay face down over a silken pillow, helpless in the dim light, lightheaded, and strangely aroused, with the double ended staff sliding into her depths as she panted frantically, then surrendered to the intruder, letting out a strange whimper of pleasure, and pain. Lady Fang held the girl firmly around her thin waist, ploughing into her maidenhood. "My love cock makes short work of your former freshness," Lady Fang whispered behind her ear. Aviana, open mouthed and trying to take in what was happening to her, remembering her friend Cindy that night weeks ago. Had part of her been envious? but how? she thought. She let out more gasping sobs, between the thrusts that filled her sex as her naked breasts were cupped by her captor. Then, the dink withdrew in the dark, taking with it her girlhood on a stained, wet, rubber shaft. Aviana collapsed on her front, and was allowed to rest after her deflowering, dozing and murmuring to herself as Lady Fang held her close in the darkness. Hours later, their bodies entwined on the luxurious double bed, her body was again expertly manipulated, bringing forth her first orgasm in a screaming fit as she was orally serviced by a deep, relentless, probing tongue. "Have mercy! she called out, thrashing her hips as she was awash in the moment. "Say you will be my slut!, say it! Lady Fang said, "oh yes, yes, oh my god!" Aviana replied, senseless to how she was sounding, wrapping her legs around the woman's head, wishing her lovers tongue to go even deeper! The oral attention finished off what the rubber dildo had opened. Her violation was made easier with the help of the powerful aphrodisiac she had been given. Afterwards, when she was more coherent, she was told to behave and that her offerings to men would be to help her pay for her eventual return to the outside world. That had been weeks ago now, and she was no longer being summoned as often to her bed. She suspected that the young blonde girl, Zoe, was being used by her in the darkness of her bedchamber. Meanwhile, she spread her legs for more and more customers, almost as many as the upstairs ho's, who were fucked more than any of the others... Aviana was misbehaving. Despite threats from her minder, she refused to put on the harem outfit she was supposed to wear and sat on the edge of her bed, dressed in a white silk blouse, red cotton shorts and pink cable knit knee high socks. She had given a john a blowjob not long ago, some Mexican guy with a small dink, and felt that she shouldn't have to go to the "festivities" as a harem girl so soon. How could that be fair, she had barely enough time to clean herself up! She was headstrong still, only 14, with long black hair, blue eyes and small but shapely breasts. She had been in camp for a month, and had numerous disciplinary problems since arriving. She watched Shelly change and leave, no doubt to try and find Ramen she knew, she was angry that she acted like she was so special. Bitch. She heard Lady Fangs high heels click-clacking towards the dorm up the wooden staircase. She was dressed in a Chinese dress of black, with a dragon design, and black stilettos. Her hair was done in a bun and her makeup was lavish, as always. Two minders came in with her, both older woman. "Adriana, you have displeased me yet again" Lady Fang said as the girl looked down at her feet. "I have told you that I am to be obeyed, and you disappoint me child." "I blew that guy, and now I'm supposed to get reamed again? fuck that!" Adriana spat back. "Let Shelly get fucked up the ass, she thinks she's special because Ramen did her?" Lady Fang slapped the girl hard across her right cheek , "Don't be insolent!, do you want us to take you upstairs? I could have you drugged up so you wouldn't know who was taking your sweet charms, there is a limit to my patience." Adriana feared being drugged, but thought that her "special relationship" with Lady Fang would bring her more favor. "There is a lady client from Germany I need you for Aviana" Lady Fang said to her "She has a special need to explore young girls bottoms, and you will submit for her. Either do it as I ask, or I will be forced to use other methods. I have regretted spoiling you so, but now this must stop." Lady Fang snapped her fingers and one of the minders grasped her arm and held out a syringe while the other took hold of her other arm and forced her to sit still. "This will make you more pliant my sweet" Lady Fang said to her as she felt the sting in her bicep. "But, no, I don't want to..." Aviana said, just as the veterinarian anesthetic hit her brain in a rush, relaxing her muscles, and Aviana's head flopped down. She was laid down on the bed and the minders went to work preparing her. She awoke several hours later strapped into a fuck- harness, her legs spread wide and suspended high, her arms outstretched. The device was made of black leather and chains, suspending her at waist height above the makeshift dungeon below the main dorm. She was covered in body oil, naked, her hair done up in a tight bun, her bush shaved clean. She was ball gagged and ready to be used by the muscular woman who was standing in front of her. She was tall, slim, older, perhaps mid 40s, with bronzed skin, platinum blonde hair in a pony tail, and dressed in a black leather cat suit with thigh high leather boots. She was finishing adjusting the huge 12 inch strap on dong that swung from her, it was a clear pink rubber, thickly veined and fastened securely with a waist harness, one end buried into her wet vagina. The woman spread a thick, sticky coating of lubricant on the entire length, it dripped on to the wooden floor in pools. "I am told you have never had a man inside your rectum", the lady said in an accented tone. "I will show you how a fresh girls ass is broken in." The Lady knelt in front of Aviana and applied lube to her anus, it felt wet and tingly, and Aviana squirmed and the chains of the harness jingled quietly, as she tried to move her limbs. "Don't bother girl, and accept you will be broken in," the lady said to her very matter-of-factly. Aviana moaned through the ballgag her eyes wide with apprehension. She had a headache from the drug, but was now fully awake, and she knew her "virgin" ass was going to be plugged by this muscular blonde's huge rubber cock. Aviana was slapped open handed on both cheeks, and the woman rapist (an investment banker from Bonn), managed to slide the rubber tool into the girls puckered hole. Aviana screamed into the gag as her anus was ploughed by the huge device, sliding into her rectum with a disgusting, wet, that sounded like the last of the shampoo being squeezed out of a bottle. She was swung from the fuck-harness as the woman banged her again and again, holding her hips for support. The rubber dong slid into her, there was a muffled scream, it withdrew, and in slowly again, then pushed deep. Aviana tried to escape the torment, but she was securely fastened. Her rapist called out things in German, her body wet with perspiration from the hard work, sweat flying off her on to the girl, who was glistening with girl rape sweat. There was a pause as Aviana had her nipples licked and sucked, lipstick marks and saliva left on both her handsome mounds, the girl only ever having Lady Fang pay so much oral attention to her breasts. Finally, the woman screamed out in intense orgasm, swaying her hips and drilling the young girl for all she could with the implement that protruded from her waist, feeling the power of her penis to ruin, her own vagina on fire with lust. The chains of the fuck-harness, the screams, the sounds of anal rape, all entwined in the final 30 seconds, of what cost the German Amazon $5000 dollars and return air fare. The feeling of being plugged by a giant dink gave way to the wet emptiness that followed withdrawal, Aviana's head was tilted up be her assailant, as she was forced to look at the huge rubber staff, pink with her anal moisture. It was the most disgusting thing she had ever seen, and she knew that a grown woman had done it. "I have ruined you, you haughty bitch," she said in a thick accent, thinking of a teen girl in her bank who had rejected her sordid advances. Aviana's bum was sore to the point of numbness, she felt the warm pain through her entire body. Some time passed, she might have passed out, now two minders were near, cleaning her up. She was carried upstairs over the shoulder of Mr. Zui, and laid down on an empty cot. The head minder and an underling already waiting for her with the morphine drip, and fresh garments. She was prepared her for her next phase of captivity, and to heal her well drilled, deflowered, bottom. Aviana was cleaned up, given a cloth wipe down, and then a pair of glossy beige pantyhose were pulled up over her legs by a second minder, up to her belly button, her chest and magnificent breasts covered with a pink t-shirt, and then she felt a needle guide into her arm vein, she babbled something, and then fell asleep, Lady Fang pleased with her progress. Lady Fang's Brothel continues to thrive as new merchandise are shipped from across the globe... THE END *Feedback always welcome at Nesfstory@yahoo.ca* (new email address) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 38