BLACK WIDOW OF THE ORIENT

BY NESFDANCER

Part 1

Ms. Fung had worked for Beijing Export Ltd. for 12 years. It
specialized in all kinds of hard to get western commodities that
fetched a high price in the Far East. One of those commodities
was young flesh. Not street kids, but the kind that usually made
the TV news. It was a risky business, but very profitable, and
there was a never ending demand for product. Not all sales went
to the East, some clients were in Europe and the USA, but mainly
they shipped to Hong Kong, Taiwan, Singapore, and Thailand.

The company had branches in many different countries, and owned
several useful businesses such as modeling agencies and clothing
stores. Girls that paid with their parent's credit card left all
kinds of useful information, like address, and phone #. Of
course, the new craze in retail was to have client profiles,
where they asked you all kinds of personal info, to keep tabs on
your shopping habits. That info was also very useful to would be
abductors. Very useful indeed.

Ms. Fung had started as a street level pimp with ties to
organised crime in Hong Kong. She endevoured to make herself
useful to those higher up in the food chain, and she quickly
found she could do well for herself in recruitment. She
immigrated to the USA legally with the help of the company, and
now she worked mainly on the west coast. She was Chinese, 35
years old, 5" 4" tall, with a slim build, narrow waist, and nice
sized breasts.

She had long black hair and long red painted fingernails. She
always dressed conservative and clean, so as to not arouse
suspicion. She looked every inch the rich, oriental lady she was,
confident and well spoken, with a very good command of English
but with an unmistakable Chinese accent. She could pass as a
business lady or anything else that was required. She could go
out as a total slut of course, but that was almost never
required.

Her current assignment was the manager and sole operator of a
small dance clothing store, World of Dance. It was necessary for
her to work alone, since her real business was anything but above
board. The store was located in a suburb of L.A. and was a modest
size. It was located in a more run down part of the neighbourhod,
off the beaten path, but it advertised heavily and had very good
prices.

The competition often wondered how they could be so competitive
and still stay profitable. Well, it was easy when you sold flesh
for $50-100,000 dollars a pop, and were backed by organised
crime. As a result, word of mouth amongst the dance community
spread, if you were on a budget, World of Dance was the place to
go for clothing. As a consequence, business was good enough to
attract enough prospects. Like flies to the flame. Of course the
store had some unique design features. It had three change rooms,
one of which had a double door, the room was also sound proofed
and had a hidden camera that was monitored from the front desk by
a popup laptop pc, that was not in view normally.

The front door could be locked with a remote switch or via a cell
phone command, and had a neon sign that read "closed" when
activated. The main lights would also dim, making the store look
closed in seconds. It had a security camera with a cheap VCR, but
alas, the tape would be unusable to police if they ever looked at
it. What a shame, yes officer, we will get that fixed right away.
No, she saw nobody fitting her description in here today. Pity,
missing you say?

In the back, to the right of the stores room where products were
kept was a door that led to a small room with a large wooden cot
and blanket. There was nothing else save the hidden camera. It
was used to prepare the merchandise, and in case of a search, was
also a small storage room and employee washroom. Nothing
suspicious.

The "capture rooms" door swung out to the hallway in the back,
but it was only feet from the cot room. In the event of a search
nothing would be left that would look out of place. The capture
room's door would appear as if it was normally locked, and not
used as a change room at all. Instead it would pass as the back
office of the shop, where a cabinet was placed, and a few chairs.
Nothing to see. In the cot room was stored the dark tools of Ms.
Fung's sordid trade. A locked cabinet with needed supplies that
included a weighted leather sap, also knows as a "cosh," which
was made from a bag of BBs stuffed into a leather bag, tied off
with a long leather handle, it weighed about 2 lbs. Half a dozen
1cc syringes, a spoon, water bottle, surgical tubing, and an
ounce of street heroin, ampoules of morphine, a bottle of diethyl
ether, and 3 pairs of rolled black socks for dousing.

It also had a bottle of cheap vodka and orange mix and Tylenol 3s
in a bag, 20 pairs of assorted pantyhose, a ball gag, a 9mm
Beretta, and 3 pairs of handcuffs. A mask for the victim was not
usually needed. Ms. Fung believed in being prepared, and any
target had to be considered separately as to the best approach,
and she needed things in case plans went awry, which they
sometimes did.

The store also had a non-descript brown van parked in the back, a
1987 GMC. Its passenger seats were removed and had a plain
disposable mattress in the back, a tank of nitrosoxide laughing
gas, surgical hose and mask, nothing more. It could be scrapped
quickly at the companies drop off auto shop. The entire operation
could be shut down in 15 minutes, and Ms. Fung would be off to
another town, after a few weeks. She had a dozen fake IDs and
could leave the country if things got too hot. She also had a
black Cadillac for transport and sometimes work as well.

She also had the job of mobile scouting, which quite simply was
driving to various locations and picking up a victim at their
residence, or somewhere else. Sometimes targets would also cross
her path. She had the services of several company men who could
do work for her, heavy lifting, driving, cleanup, whatever she
needed, but she preferred to work alone. She was always on the
prowl for a young girl, or boy, because they all made her money,
as they always had. They were fawns in the forest, and she was
the hunter.

Acquisition #1:

Ms. Fung was driving her black 2001 Cadillac on a warm summer day
near a strip mall when she spotted a pretty girl working as a
waitress in a family restaurant. She had on a red and white
uniform that consisted of a long sleeved red and white dress that
came down just above her knees. Ms. Fung parked the car a block
away and went inside, making sure she changed tables to get the
girls section. She had a closer look as she served other
customers.

She was quite a catch to look at, probably 16 years old, 5" 2,"
110 lbs, Caucasian, with shapely calves. She had on a pair of
seamed white tights and black velvet flats with the buckle over
the foot. Her serving dress had a tight blue belt that
accentuated her very small waist. Her hair was black, and short,
she wore red lipstick and blue eye shadow, and just a hint of
blush. Ms. Fung was sure she got tipped very well by the men who
ate here. Yes indeed. Like many prospects though she knew the
odds were not with her.

There were boyfriends and parents who picked them up, all kinds
of obstacles, but it never hurt to have a quick recon. She noted
the store hours, and figured she probably worked 4pm-10pm, when
the place closed. Her nametag read "Alyssa" as she came to her
table. Ms. Fung noted the pert breasts she had, the size of
grapefruits, she was the essence of budding maidenhood. Alyssa
crossed her leg right over back and smiled at Ms. Fung.

After ordering tea and a toasted bagel, her waitress sauntered
back to place her order. Ms. Fung was an expert in hosiery, and
noted Alyssa was wearing tight pattern white fishnet tights. They
looked opaque from a distance but up close you could see they had
the X pattern on them. She smelled wonderful, and had big brown
eyes. Ms. Fung was also a lesbian rapist, and she had a hard time
not staring at her server. The hardest part of his job was not
fucking the merchandise, because more often than not, they were
supposed to be delivered untouched. Maybe not all virgins, but as
yet unbroken. She thought of the black, expensive, 10 inch strap
on dildo in the car. She was getting wet.

After eating, she parked across the street in a dark spot, and
waited to see what fortune would play out. She had not aroused
suspicion. She was dressed in black 4 inch pumps, a black below
the knee skirt, cream nylons and a black top. She looked very
conservative and proper. For a procuress of girls. The restaurant
emptied out at 10:25pm, Alyssa had on a brown jacket over her
uniform but was otherwise dressed the same as she walked south
towards a main street. Ms. Fung could not believe her luck, there
was no pickup for her.

She watched as Alyssa took a side street one block down. Ms. Fung
drove past her, and parked a block down. Alyssa sat at a bus stop
and waited. There was another woman and a man there as well, all
three boarded the No. 545 bus. It went past, she could see Alyssa
sitting in the right side, by herself. She decided to risk it and
hung behind the bus a few blocks, trying not to lose it. The bus
made a right turn at an intersection just as the light went
amber. Damn, she probably lost her.

She followed, turned right, and to her shock almost ran Alyssa
over as she sprinted across the residential street. Ms. Fung
braked and swerved, and kept on driving. Alyssa looked a bit
scared, but didn't notice the driver. Ms. Fung knew where she got
off after work, and she drove on past, watching in the rear view
mirror. The young girl walked past a large yard, then
disappeared, presumably to her apartment complex that was there.
Perfect.

Ms. Fung came back after midnight and took a look at the area
that her prey walked past. It was the large yard of a two story
house with a hedge and a gate. It had a three foot open area near
the neighbour's fence where a person could wait in the dark on
the other side of the hedge. It was not perfect but it was close
enough. Alyssa would not get a chance to struggle.

Ms. Fung waited until the next night to see whether her girl was
working, and she was. She then drove and parked her car across
from the hedge opening. Alyssa would pass along the passenger
side as she walked past. Ms Fung got ready for her. She was
dressed for the night in a black, long sleeved danskin unitard,
black runners, black leg warmers and a black sweater.

Hair in a scrunchie. She had her supplies with her, and the trunk
was ready with a blanket and pantyhose. She had prepared a 1cc
syringe with enough "H" to send a 16 year old girl as high as a
kite, and she had her cosh club ready. At 10:45 the bus drove
past and Alyssa got out. As before she was wearing her red and
white work dress, white tights, and pink runners this time and
her brown jacket and purse. She walked casually down the street
to where Ms. Fung was waiting. There were no other people on the
street. It was a go.

As Alyssa walked past Ms. Fung slipped out and swung the leather
cosh with both hands. There was a loud "WHAP!" sound as the naive
girl was concussed from behind. Her purse dropped to the pavement
as her head flung back. As she staggered forward she put one hand
on the Cadillac for support, the other hand went to her head. She
moaned softly, "Uughh, oh my god..." and yet... stayed up. She
dropped both hands on the rear bumper of the car, just for a
moment, trying to get her bearings, completely stunned.

Ms. Fung waited for just the right moment, said "here is your
tip, my child," and cruelly swung again. "WHAP"! The young girl
was "nailed" right on the top of her head and she sank to her
knees without a sound, hands at her sides. She flopped over to
the sidewalk next to the passenger rear door, her shapely legs
splayed out as she lay unconscious on her side. Her white tights
gleamed in the streetlights, she moved one knee up, but then
nothing. Sounds of gurgling. Ms. Fung swung the passenger door
open and grabbed the hapless waitress by her arms. She got in
first and pulled Alyssa into the gleaming black Cadillac. Her
fate was cast.

Inside the car she laid the girl on her stomach and rested her
head on her lap. She stroked the girl's hair with her long red
nails, and said to her softly, "Soon you will be a women, my
pretty thing."

She produced the 1cc syringe from her belt pouch and rolled up
her right sleeve. She then continued the dirty work of injecting
her with the heroin. First, the spoon was filled with water, then
a small envelope of brown H was emptied into the spoon and mixed.
The spoon was heated up and the contents drawn into the syringe.
Surgical tubing was wrapped tight around her upper arm, then, she
found a vein. Ms. Fung had done this hundreds of times.

The syringe went in, she drew blood, and then withdrew the
tubing. The heroin was slowly injected into the helpless girl as
she laid moaning and slobbering in her lap. She kicked suddenly a
few times as the drug hit her brain, and then she vomited on the
backseat floor. All too easy.

Normally she would not use H on a girl for capture but she wanted
to test the quality of the shit, as she might need it later, so
that was that. The girl's runners were removed as was her jacket.
Her dress was pulled over her head and she was left in the back
seat in just her bra and tights, a small blood spot on her arm.
Ms. Fung drove to a deserted spot a mile away, near a park, and
finished the job. Alyssa was knocked out cold by the time they
got there.

She was deposited into the trunk and tied up with pantyhose.
Ankles crossed over and tied, tied at the knees, wrists tied
around her back and her items were thrown into the back and the
trunk was closed. Ms. Fung made a phone call to "Mr. Big," who
told her to drop of her merchandise at a pre arranged spot out of
town.

An hour later, she watched with wicked satisfaction as Alyssa was
picked up in the arms of a big Chinese man, moaning slightly,
restless anew, and carried to another van. She would be knocked
out with sodium pentothal for her transport, and sold to a rich
client for big money. At 5 percent Ms. Fung got a $5,000 bonus
for her capture. A fine sum for 2 days work. She would have given
anything to see her highly prized virginity taken, before being
drugged regularly by her pimp/owner, but she had other business
to attend to...

Acquisition #2:

Back at the store a girl pedalled up to the front door. She
looked maybe 15. Ms. Fung gave her a big smile as she walked in
to the waiting web. It had been a slow week, the last good
prospect, a 20 year old girl, had come in with her mother, it was
too complicated to do them both. This little prize would be it if
she was alone. Her name was Lorrie, she was a 14 1/2 and had long
blonde hair tied in a scrunchie. She was Caucasian, 5' 1" , green
eyes and 90 lbs with budding breasts. She was wearing hip hugger
blue jeans, a blue long sleeved sweater and a belt.

She had some lipstick on with just a hint of blush and dark eye
liner. Ms. Fung just nodded and said, "Let me know if you need
any help."

"Okay, thanks," Lorrie said, a little shy. She was browsing the
more expensive unitards, some flesh/tan colored, some black. She
also browsed the tights rack, which had dance and fashion tights
for all ages. Ms. Fung noticed she had a great ass. She kept her
cool and flipped through her fashion magazine. She needed to get
her into the change room to do her. "We have a great sale on
tights this week, let me know what you might like" Ms. Fung said
hopefully, with a becoming smile. Lorrie looked at a pair of tan
colored eurotard brand tan tights, full footed. "There is no
price on these," Lorrie said, holding the package up.

"Oh, yes, the eurotards are on sale, those are only 8 dollars
this week, I have several pairs you can try on, they are a great
buy," Ms. Fung said.

"That's not bad," Lorrie said, "I thought they were about 15
bucks."

"We got a big shipment in, so we are pricing those to move, do
you need them for dance or for an outfit?" Ms Fung asked, and she
moved out from behind her desk, herself dressed in a rose colored
ballet dress with tan tights, and canvas slippers, looking very
nice indeed. She glided towards the unsuspecting girl.

"For a new dance class, okay, I will try a pair on and see, oh
and I will try on a leotard," Lorrie said.

"Oh fine, you need to use the change room here, for privacy, hold
on," Ms. Fung said. "You don't need to be shy, the room is locked
and private," she added with a smirk. She came out of the back
holding a pair of tan tights and a long sleeved pink leotard with
crotch snaps for the girl.

Lorrie took them into the change room, guided to the right one by
her soon to be assailant. Ms. Fung turned on the monitor and went
outside to get the girls bike. She brought it inside and switched
the "closed" sign on, locking the door and dimming the lights.
She watched Lorrie strip off her sweater, blouse, jeans, panties,
and socks and sit down on the bench via the hidden camera. She
put her shapely calf into the left leg first, rolling them up
like a practiced dancer puts them on.

In no time she pulled up both legs and was resplendent in her tan
tights. The tights were a thick denier 60 with a reinforced toe
and crotch. She then eased into the leotard and snapped up the
crotch. She pranced around looking at herself in the full length
mirror. She had beautiful long legs, melon sized breasts and a
shapely ass. Ms. Fung went through the back and got her supplies.
She could use the ether as this wasn't a quick street grab.

Ms. Fung went to the back of the double door and opened it,
holding an ether soaked pair of socks in her hand. Lorrie turned
and looked surprised, "what is that?" she asked in a small voice.
She was the vision of loveliness. Ms. Fung said nothing, just
lunged at her, spun her around and clamped the soaked socks to
her face, covering her nose and mouth while holding on to her
slim waist.

"NO, NO, No!!!" Lorrie sputtered under the rag. She kicked wildly
and flung her arms as Ms. Fung held her in an iron grip, looking
at her captive in the full length mirror. Ms. Fung smiled as the
young girl sucked in breath after breath of the sweet ether. They
danced the dance of the white slaver, Ms. Fung's favorite ballet.
"Breath in deep my child," Ms. Fung said with an evil look.

Lorrie was getting very weak, her legs were numb, she was
floating, and she could feel the talons of her captor holding her
tightly. What was happening to her? She saw a pretty young girl
in the mirror that looked just like her being knocked out by an
evil looking Chinese ballet mistress, could that be her? She
slumped to her knees, her eyes fluttered, then closed.

Ms. Fung clamped the socks tightly to her face, giving no mercy
for the child. She removed the cloth and looked down at Lorrie.
Her head flopped over, she was heavily overcome by the noxious
fumes. Her lipstick was smeared off on the socks. She had some
drool come out on the corner of her mouth.

Her arms were limp. She was out. Ether does not keep someone
knocked out for long, not like in the cheap B movies, and Ms.
Fung knew she had to act decisively to finish her capture.
Another $5,000 was coming soon she thought. Ms. Fung let the girl
drop to the carpet with a thud. She lay still.

Ms. Fung picked her up and flung her over her shoulder, carrying
her to the cot room where she laid her down over the spread wool
blanket on the cot. She went back and collected her things, and
put her bike in the van. She made another phone call, but was
shocked to find that "Mr. Big" had the heat on, and was taking no
deliveries for another week.

Well, fuck, Ms. Fung thought, if she wasn't sold she was let go,
that was policy. Letting them go is a very expensive process, and
means shutting the store down, and moving, possibly leaving the
country. Dammit, she thought. Ms. Fung called another number,
"Derek the Dike" a local lesbian whoremaster who traded in street
girls.

At least she could get a few dollars and ensure that her latest
acquisition went missing for long enough to buy her some time.
She might get $500-1000 dollars for her, they didn't pay much but
they were there when you needed them. She told them 2 hours, and
she would be by with her cargo. They needed a girl for the
corner, apparently some high grade H had over dosed a few of the
regulars in Derek's stall, and she needed talent soon. Bills had
to be paid.

Ms. Fung went back to the cot room and looked down at Lorrie. She
was semi- conscious and lying on her back on the cot. Her right
leg was draped over the side and her arms hung down. She looked
very tempting. Ms. Fung decided there and then to break her in,
she would be a whore to be sold. She knew that she was probably a
virgin. First thing was first, her cherry needed to be popped.

She went to work. The first thing she did was pull her scrunchie
out of her hair and let her blond locks drape free. She tied her
wrists together with nylons behind her back, then rolled her
supine again. Her ankles and knees were tied the same way. She
poured a glass of vodka and orange in a glass tumbler and took a
Tylenol 3 and waited for Lorrie to wake up.

Lorrie gradually opened her eyes and said "where am I?, what,
what do you want with me?" she was still very groggy from the
ether. Ms. Fung said, "You need to drink now, do as I say," and
with that she held the girls nostrils shut and forced the tablet
into her mouth as she fought to breath. The vodka was spilled
down her throat, and she was forced to drink. After two more
drinks she had consumed enough to make a 14 year old blasted.

Ms. Fung left the room to change, when she came back 20 minutes
later, her hair was flowing freely about her shoulders. She was
dressed in thigh high slut boots and a red spandex top, and red
fishnet tights that came with a hole in the crotch, and a 10 inch
double ended black dildo strapped to her cunt. Lorrie gasped when
she opened her eyes and noticed her.

"Oh my, god, what is that thing?" she asked slowly, her words
slow and unsteady. She was smashed.

"Your special day is here, my sweet," Ms. Fung said as she untied
the girl's legs. She spread out Lorries gossamer tan legs over
either edge of the cot, and produced a pair of sharp scissors.
The snaps of her leotard were first, then she pulled up the
material of her tights and cut out the cotton gusset.

"No, oh no, not that!" she protested weakly. Her budding
maidenhood was now exposed.

Next came her bra. Ms. Fung pulled at the elastic material of her
leotard, and expertly sliced the front and shoulder of the bra,
which was then pulled out. She cut a section of leotard and
pulled it down to expose her right tit. Lorrie protested "please
stop that" she said in a fearful tone. Ms. Fung sucked on her
exposed breast and nibbled and licked her nipple.

Lorrie moaned and squirmed.

Ms. Fung then knelt at the foot of the cot and drew Lorrie to her
with her arms and positioned herself so the girl's sex was at the
edge. Ms. Fung looked hungrily down at the drunk teenager and
lowered her lips to the crack of her almost hairless cunt lips...
she licked, and she sucked, smacking and wetting Lorries budding
pussy with her expert tongue and full red lips.

Lorrie bucked and kicked weakly, but she was too smashed to do
much resisting, her arms still bound behind her. She got her
first tongue washing from her rapist and she was overcome with
fear and helplessness, yet part of her was soothed by the
sensation the forbidden act was giving her now wet crotch.

Ms. Fung kept Lorries legs apart easily, the girl was no match
for her, drunk or sober. The sucking sounds continued as Lorrie
bucked weakly and her assailant buried her tongue deep in the
girls snatch. The edge of the cut hole in Lorries tights were wet
with saliva, and her "teacher" kept up the onslaught.

"Oooooohhhh, no, no, huh, aghh, aghh, god no, no, no!" Lorrie
squealed, but to no avail.

Ms. Fung's crotch was now on fire. She went up on her knees and
probed the young girl with the tip of her black war spear. Lorrie
bucked and cried "Oh my god no, I'm not old enough for that, I'm
just fourteen, please," she begged.

With that Ms. Fung withdrew, and showed Lorrie a bottle of sex
lubricant. She ripped off the top and splotched a huge gob of it
on the tip of the massive dildo. She then applied a large amount
to Lorrie's cunt lips, letting it ooze down over her thighs.
"This will ease the passage of my love tool," she cooed to the
girl, don't resist." Ms Fung positioned herself at the entrance
to Lorries forbidden love hole and pushed in.

"Nughhhhhhhhhh, ughhh oh god!" Lorrie squirmed.

Ms. Fung had aimed well and the shaft had gone in deep into the
helpless girl. Now she would have her triumph. "Now I must have
your maidenhood!" Ms. Fung cried, and forced the huge phallus
past Lorrie's barrier.

Lorrie screamed as her hymen was ripped away. Lorrie bucked and
kicked, the pain was intense, despite the drugging. Her
inexperienced cunt lips were unable to fully react to the
plunging shaft as she was impaled by the Chinese whoremaster.
"PLEASE NO!!!" Lorrie cried, tears streaming down her bright
cheeks.

"The pain will subside my child," Ms. Fung cooed icily, "now you
will be ridden." The dildo was pulled out of the shocked teen and
re-plunged into her broken depths. She was bucked back and forth
on the cot as her cunt passage was violated to ruin. The wet,
smacking sound was accompanied by the straining sound of the cot
as it was strained on its wooden legs with each thrust.

Ms. Fung hoped the cot would not break. Minutes past and the
rapist was brought to orgasm, "TAKE THAT YOU BITCH"!!! She
screamed and she gradually stopped her deep probing. The slick
dildo was slowly drawn out like a huge stained snake from Lorries
impossibly stretched twat, smeared with virgin blood and sex
grease. Lorrie had passed out. The deed was done, she was broken
in.

She pulled off Lorries ruined, stained, tights and replaced them
with a fresh pair of black DKNY ballet tights after wiping her
greased cunt down to clean her up. Rape was so messy sometimes.
She had deflowered many, many girls and never tired of the
thrill. She changed, came back to the cot and threw Lorrie over
her shoulder. She went out to the van and put her in the back.
Her knees were retied with pantyhose to ensure she was
immobilized well enough.

The booze and pills would keep her subdued for awhile, she wasn't
going anywhere fast. Lorrie was conscious but numb, moaning in
the back of the van. Ms. Fung quickly cleaned up the store and
drove to the meeting place where Derek the Dike had arranged.

At the meeting place Derek, a mean looking 60 year old fat hag
with grey hair in a bun and blue jeans and a mans work shirt,
pulled her out of the van, slapped Lorrie a few times to get her
attention, and made her hobble over to a waiting four door sedan.
Lorrie, still only dressed in black ballet tights and a pink
leotard with the crotch snaps undone, could hardly make the 6
feet. Her golden hair hung tangled and she was covered in sweat.

Her young breasts were wet with perspiration, and the thin
material hid little of her globes, the right one still exposed
from the cut of the garment. As she got to the open passenger
door Derek took out a syringe and asked Ms. Fung what she had
been given.

Ms. Fung informed her of her newly found womanhood, and that she
had been forced to drink booze and pills before the trip. Derek
nodded and stuck the 1cc syringe of morphine in Lorries left butt
cheek, "Somebody help me!" she cried out, and was then roughly
shoved into the back as the young dancer started to get dizzy.
Her "new" profession was not far off, and there were customers to
satisfy. Ms. Fung drove away, satisfied as to her trade, pleased
she made $1000 dollars from the now ruined girl...

Acquisition #3:

Nicole was in Hong Kong, in of the Beijing Trading Ltd. companies
high end whore houses. She had been in the States only a weeks
before, a very precocious and popular grade 11 student in a west
coast high school. Her journey to the Far East was a hazy and
confused memory. She was in a cargo hold with a dozen other
girls. The hold was setup like a small barracks with 6 six cots
on each side, a small table at one end for meals, and there was a
dingy toilet in another room close by.

They were all originally hooked up to anesthetic I.V. drips and
were brought to consciousness not long after sailing. She was
sick through most of the voyages first day. Their original
clothes had all been removed and replaced with a very simple
wardrobe of red soccer shorts, white cable knee high socks and a
cheap, red long sleeved cotton blouse. They had no bra or
panties. They all had a necklace around their necks with either a
large A, or a B on them. She had no idea why. Hers was a B, she
hoped that was good news. Most of the girls looked between 13 and
18 years old.

The handlers were all oriental women, one to each girl, most who
did not speak very good English and their favorite way of
communicating was by pointing, yelling in Chinese or Vietnamese,
or slapping them. They were not bound as the cargo hold was very
secure, and they were allowed to talk and move about the hold.
Once a day they were escorted to a shower, and they had an hour
above deck, to exercise under close supervision if they wanted
to, before being brought back to the dingy hold.

They looked like some bizarre version of a junior high soccer
team. One young blonde girl was being led back from the upper
deck clothed in a blue gymnastic leotard and glossy white tights
and white knee high gym socks. Maybe they ran short of "uniforms"
on the voyage? She didn't know. The girl in the leotard caused a
ruckus and was dragged back to her bed within a few minutes. She
bucked and fought the I.V. and was slapped a few times to subdue
her, in minutes she was rendered unconscious by an ether soaked
rag, and then sodium pentothal drip, and covered with her
blanket.

Apparently she was a troublemaker, but that was soon fixed. The
head minder yelled at her underlings, obviously angry over the
incident. She knew the girls name was Katrina, as she spoke to
her at the meal table one day. Katrina was sure that they were
being held for ransom, as her father was a rich California
lawyer, but other girls had much darker theories.

One girl remembered the Chinese lady coming into her room in the
middle of the night and making her breath in something in a rag
that knocked her out. Another remembered sitting alone at a bus
stop after school where the Chinese lady had stuck her in the
thigh with a needle. About half of them had similar tales. On the
sailings 10th day, they were given no food, just diet Pepsi. In
the early morning hours, each girl's I.V. was reconnected and
they were rendered unconscious by the sodium pentothal drips.

Next she awoke, she was in a van, still dressed the same and
being driven along a winding back street in some large city that
had a lot of Orientals. She was alone in the back, securely bound
with duct tape. She was carried into a large building and
deposited into a solitary room with a large bed, a small
bathroom, and a table and chair.

There was a single window that looked barred, with thick frosted
glass. She wasn't going anywhere. She was untied and allowed to
recover for a few days. She noticed a small camera that was
mounted in the upper corner, and was warned by the fat ugly man
that carried her here that she would be used to fuck horses on
film if she tried to cause any trouble, or escape.

She was terrified of the prospect, and did not cause any trouble.
Was she being held for ransom? Her parents were not rich. She
thought perhaps they had mistaken her with some rich couple's
daughter? She tried to tell her minder on the voyage about the
mistake, but she never replied to her questions.

The last memories of freedom for her were her attending her high
schools country themed costume dance. She had gone as Daisy Duke
(the TV show) and was dressed in a red and white check shirt,
tied just above her belly button, very tight cutoff jeans, and
glossy, thick smoky tan nylons and cowboy boots. She was a
brunette, and let her hair flow loose around her shoulders. She
overdid the lipstick and makeup and looked very cheap, which is
what she wanted.

She was waiting in the parking lot of the high school with a
crowd when she noticed her mothers SUV pull up on the roadside
and blink the lights at her. She waved goodbye to her friends and
walked over to the SUV. When she got around to the passenger side
the door was already open but instead of her mother there was a
Chinese woman, dressed all in black. She stopped and said, "Oh,
I'm sorry I have the wrong van."

The next thing she remembered was being hit over the head with
something, and dragged into the vehicle. It was moving away on
the road within 10 seconds and she was lying on her back in the
back of an SUV with this familiar looking Chinese woman, her head
hurt very much, and she was confused. In her state she managed to
remember where her captor?, was from. It was the store she bought
the nylons from, World of Dance, they had a great sale on and she
got her nylons there for two dollars.

The lady was very chatty and asked her all kinds of questions.
Her mother, who was with her (which really pissed off Ms. Fung),
paid by credit card, also buying a new skating dress for her
daughter, and two pairs of skating tights. She remembered telling
her about the dance and that she wanted thick pantyhose to go
with her outfit. Her mother disapproved, but bought them anyways.

Of course Ms. Fung got her address and phone number, and was able
to acquire a duplicate SUV that matched exactly her families,
that, wouldn't you know it, was held up in a minor accident with
a stupid Chinese pizza delivery driver (in a Beijing Export Ltd.
car). Nobody was hurt thank heavens, but the man drove off after
arguing about who had caused it. Her poor mother would be 30
minutes late to pickup her daughter, when she arrived, she didn't
find Nicole, who by that time, was destined for a new career in
Hong Kong.

Originally Ms. Fung had flagged Nicole to be a "A" which was a
slave to be sold to a high bidder, but there was a shortage of
western girls at the brothels, so Nicole went to being a "B,"
which only brought Ms. Fung $2000 dollars, but it wasn't bad for
a nights work, and Ms. Fung had already received $7500 for a 12
year old cheerleader who had been silly enough to ride her bike
to the shop last week, just as Ms. Fung was closing up, oh yes,
she had said, come on inside, we are always open for more
business.

So there Nicole was, groaning on the floor of the van as her
assistant, Mr. Cho, drove to the designated drop off spot. Ms.
Fung first slid off Nicole's cowboy boots, savoring her long,
nylon covered, coltish legs as they dropped back down after the
boots had been removed. She then turned on the nitrosoxide and
the bottle let out a hiss. She preferred gas if it was a long
drive, and tonight it was. Nicole managed to sit up on her elbows
and looked around her, her head ached terribly.

Ms. Fung wrapped an arm around the girl's neck and brought the
mask tightly up to her mouth and nose, after quickly brushing
aside her unkempt hair. Nicole inhaled the medicinal smelling
laughing gas. "Breath in the perfume, my sweet, there is no
escape," Ms. Fung told her deliberately.

"Hmmmghhfff!" was Nicole's best reply, drowned out by the hissing
sound. Nicole realised what the gas was for, and her heart raced,
she kicked her legs around in a frenzy and grabbed at the mask to
dislodge it but her captor was too strong.

Ms. Fung regretted not binding Nicole's arms, but she usually
didn't get this much fight from a 16 year old girl that had been
whacked out cold by a sap. Not that it mattered, the child would
be hers soon.

Ms. Fung groped her captive's breasts, feeling their plump mass.
Nicole started to feel light headed. Why was she making a big
deal about all this? Was she being driven home? She didn't think
it was all so bad now, and she was feeling so good and tingly.
Her legs felt all rubbery and loose, like they were somebody
else's. Her head didn't hurt anymore. Why was she dressed in
nylons? Her legs looked so funny in just nylons. She giggled and
tried to touch them but her arms wouldn't work. Who was this lady
and where did she come from? Nicole was eased back down on the
floor of the van.

She was so tingly and floating now. The lady's face was all fuzzy
looking and she didn't care anymore where she was. Her brain was
nicely soaked in laughing gas. Nicole saw the lady slide her
cutoffs down her legs and off, it was all so dreamy. The lady's
long red painted fingernails massaged her private area, that felt
so good. She let out a final, "Ggulllmppfhh," and her eyes
closed.

After molesting her captive through her pantyhose Ms. Fung rolled
her over and tied her wrists with pantyhose, then rolled her back
over again, and bound her shapely legs the same way, at the
ankles, and knees. She made sure that mask was on her face
securely with the elastic band and left the unconscious teen
"Daisy Duke" in the back to drift off to never land as she went
up front for the journey to the pier, and the cargo ship, two
hours drive away. She was afraid that any more touching of her
prize, she would end up raping the girl, and would not be paid.
Self control was a virtue.

The morning after her arrival in her "dorm room," she was given a
shower downstairs, and when she came back to her room, with only
a towel, a minder came in with her, a Chinese woman who she
recognised from the ship. She sat her down at the edge of the bed
and handed her a glass of red wine. "Drink this, it will settle
your stomach," she said, with a thick Chinese accent.

"My parents aren't rich this, this is all a big mistake!" Nicole
pleaded.

"Hush and do as we say," the minder replied. She held up the
glass to her lips. Nicole drank the wine all down, it wasn't that
strong, and was a bit bitter. The woman left and they watched her
on camera for an hour. Nicole was unsteady on her feet after
about 10 minutes then laid down and was still. The roofies had
done the work and she was out cold.

Two women went in and went to work on the drugged beauty, one
doing her makeup and the other dressing her. She was dressed in a
frilly canary yellow blouse, glossy white DIM pantyhose, and a
short white spandex skirt that barely covered her privates. Her
hair was brushed out, and she was doused in cheap perfume. They
then left to come-to on her own, which took about 6 hours. She
had a customer coming who wanted her as he had ordered. Her will
would be broken today.

Nicole stirred and finally sat up. She could see that she had
been made up by looking at the far wall opposite the bed, where
there was a built in full length mirror. She wasn't sure it was
her. She stumbled over and had a look at what they had done to
her. She had a lot of blush on and her lips were lipsticked
bright pink, and her eyes were done heavily in dark shadow,
making her look Middle Eastern.

Her hair was combed to one side and held in place with a
barrette. The skirt clung to her hips and just barely covered
her. Her breasts were well defined by the yellow blouse, and she
had no bra. Her legs had expensive looking white pantyhose.

Why had she been drugged and kidnapped? Were they going to rape
her!? She had heard of stories of girls being taken by white
slavers, but wasn't that just on TV? Surely they would be
ransomed.

All her questions were answered when her first "john" came in. He
was about 6" tall, 50ish, he was dark skinned with short hair and
was dressed in jeans and a brown shirt. When he spoke he sounded
Middle Eastern. "Go lay on the bed girl, I have come for you," he
said in a business like tone.

She knew she had been procured as a whore.

Nicole recoiled and scrambled to the far side of the bed. "No,
don't, I'm not supposed to be here!" she cried.

The man strode over to her and grabbed her, throwing her to the
middle of the bed. "Shut up and do as you are commanded!" he
spat. He struck her across the cheek several times.

Nicole lay stunned.

The man undid his belt and quickly threw off his jeans, and the
rest of his clothes. Nicole lay on the bed with her arms over her
breasts, sobbing and looking terrified. He felt under her blouse
and rubbed her breasts, then pulled off the garment, laying her
chest bare. He kissed her and tongued her, she moaned and
squirmed but did not resist.

She gasped as he produced a small knife, and began cutting the
crotch of her pantyhose, then he pulled off her skirt. "No,
don't! No," she cried but it was to no avail.

The man's penis grew hard quickly, Nicole had never seen a mans
dink up close before and had a hard time believing it was real.
It was a full foot long, thick, and had a grayish brown color to
it, thickly veined, and a large reddish head. His balls were huge
and hairy.

"Please no, I'm not ready for something like this," she pleaded.

The man grabbed Nicole's main and after saying, "Suck my dong, or
I will kill you," forced the girl's mouth on to his staff.

Nicole gagged and almost threw up, her head being pushed from the
back. She got her lips around the snake and did as she was
bidden. Her cheap lipstick covered the tip of her assailant's
dick as she was forced to suck him off.

"Enough!" he said, he was stiff enough now. The man pushed Nicole
down to the bed again, and went down on his paid-for-snatch.
Nicole closed her eyes and lay still, as the man performed oral
sex on her. She moaned softly and started to cry. The man was
thorough, probing her deeply with his experienced tongue, licking
her clean, preparing her for entry.

Nicole opened her reddened eyes to see him holding a small
package of lube, and he smeared it on her cunt lips. She tried to
push his hand away and was smacked for it. He emptied the rest on
his love snake and stroked himself proudly. He then knelt between
her silky thighs and forced her apart, then aimed his tool at her
entrance. She gasped as he made contact with her cunt lips, and
then, with all his weight, he pushed his stiff 12 inch Egyptian
tool past her cunt lips and into her unplowed private box.

"UGHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried. Nicole looked down and saw the huge
lubricated staff stuffed into her clitoris. The pain was deep and
it spread through her abdominal area. Her breathing was quick and
desperate, she was covered in anxious girl sweat. Then, after a
brief pause, he pushed past her innocence barrier and deep into
her cunt.

Nicole bucked with her legs but was pinned by the much bigger
man, who started to fuck her with his ample uncut rod. He split
her open and went deep into her tunnel, as deep as he could
plough, almost the entire length of his manhood. It made a
disgusting squelching sound as it sank into her depths to brush
up against her cervix.

His slut was finally still, staring at the ceiling, moaning like
a wounded fawn. So he went to work. Nicole's cunt was on fire,
the pain was incredible. The rapist kept his rhythm for a good 5
minutes, grunting with each long stroke, before he yelled out
"Take my seed you slut!"

Nicole knew he was coming inside her. Her "freshness" had been
sold on the black market for $5000, to the Egyptian arms dealer.

He withdrew from his prize, and let her see that it was slick
with her innocence. She could only lay there, covered in sweat,
her legs still apart, and stare at the instrument of her
deflowering. He got dressed and left soon after. Nicole was left
in the room with her ruined clothes, and smeared makeup. She lay
on the bed and tried to recover from her first penetration, her
sore pussy oozing man cum and the rape lube.

Minutes later her minder came in holding a syringe. She just
looked up numbly as she lay there and watched the woman go to
work. She grabbed her arm and tied a piece of tubing around her
upper arm. "This will take away all of your worries, my
princess," she said. Her arm stung, then the deed was done.
Within minutes Nicole was high on heroin, and being led to the
toilet so she could throw up, naked except for her pantyhose. She
was now much easier to handle for her whore-masters. She would
earn her keep now.

Acquisition #4:

Her next victim at the dance shop was not a girl, and was really
a special order from the now back in business "Mr. Big." She had
a long standing unfilled order for a boy under 16, with girlish
looks but few ever came into the shop. Ms. Fung ended up going to
many ballet classes in search of the right boy to find.

She spent many hours with no luck until she met Lucas. He was 13,
Caucasian, 5'1" and lithe. With long black hair and green eyes he
was perfect for what she needed. She saw him in a ballet school
production of "Sleeping Beauty," and admired the way he filled
out his costume.

Most important, was that he was so naive. She made up a story
about needing a model for boys ballet wear and would pay $200
dollars for a few hours work at the shop. She needed him to be
very discreet, as the model agencies would be upset with her if
they found she didn't use a model from an agency. The lure worked
and Lucas showed up on a Sunday at noon.

Lucas showed up and was given a pair of men's size small, glossy
white ballet tights with full feet, a small ballet belt to hide
his modesty, and white ballet slippers. He was also given a
costume top, which was a puffy black ballet shirt, with fancy
jeweled embroidery, for performances. He seemed a little hesitant
about changing, but he was looking very fine in no time.

He could easily be mistaken for a girl from the back, he had a
marvelous ass and the tights rode right up his crack, as they was
meant to. Ms. Fung was dressed in a black velvet leotard, grey
tights, and nothing else. Lucas seemed surprised by her bold
attire, and a bit nervous. As he was a boy Ms. Fung decided on
clubbing him to be sure he would be trouble free. The back room
had a white sheet wall and a camera all set up with lights.

She positioned Lucas in front of the camera to give him posing
pointers, and then, without warning, brutally clubbed him on the
brain pan repeatedly with the cosh that she had handy in a nearby
purse. He went down like a bag of dirt. Hmmf, she thought. Skinny
little boy. He was carried to the van and thrown in. The laughing
gas was opened. Lucas moaned and struggled, but to no avail. As
the hissing sound started the mask was slipped over his pretty
face.

He was taken by van to the drop off point after being trussed up
very tightly with cheap pantyhose. An hour later he and was
carried away by a black pimp who had Lucas' rear-end greased up
soon after his acquisition.

His new life would be as a transvestite hooker in New York,
giving blow jobs for 10 dollars a head, after being beaten up,
and hooked on heroin and pain killers. He looked great in 6 inch
thigh high velvet spiked boots, white opaque tights and a hot
pink spandex cocktail dress and a flaming red wig. He would do
anything for "Mr.-T," who was his man, his drug dealer, his pimp.

Acquisition #5, and #6:

The heat was on now and Ms. Fung new she had to close up shop
within the next few days. The police had come by to ask her about
Lucas, and there were too many links to her business. Thailand
looked good right about now. She wanted another victim before
closing up for good, but business was slow. The papergirl who
delivered business flyers to the door every Friday came by on her
inline skates, and was always alone.

That would be a bold move, but she was leaving the country soon
anyways, with the last shipment of precious cargo. Would it be
worth it? She decided yes. The girl was racially
Pilipino-Japanese, about 16, 5" 2" long jet black hair with a
very nice figure and ample breasts, very pretty. Ms. Fung decided
to lure her into the store and take her.

She would accompany her on the ship to Bangkok! She set out
several boxes of merchandise on the floor in front of the
counter, as if there had been a delivery. She changed into a
tight black dress with black nylons and 4 " black pumps, and made
it look like she was going out after closing. She wore a nice
silver necklace and ear rings, and had a fancy black purse as
well. She waited.

The papergirl, Meagan, was with her friend Alexis, and they were
going inline skating after the papers were delivered. iAlexis was
Caucasian, 16, 5" 1" , short red hair and thin. Her breasts were
not large but she was attractive. Meagan was dressed in a light
blue top, with tight black full length spandex/cotton leggings
(no shorts), that went down to her skates, and pink socks.

Alexis was a dancer (and a flirt), and she wore a red long
sleeved top, blue velvet shorts, and glossy, thick, navy blue
tights with white socks, and her inline skates. Both girls
carried a bundle of flyers, and were making good time. They
skated up to World of Dance and were greeted at the front door by
Ms. Fung.

"Oh hello," Ms. Fung said, "I have a small problem I was
wondering if you girls could help me with?" she asked with a
modest smile.

"Sure," they replied, happy looking. "There are three boxes that
have been just been dropped off and I need to move them into the
back, I'm already changed to go out."

Ms. Fung said apologetically, "Could I get some help? I will give
you each a $5 dollar coupon, it's the least I can do," she added.

"No problem" Alexis said. "Sure, we can do that," Meagan added.

"It'll only take 5 minutes," Ms. Fung said, and she was telling
the truth then, "I just need you to take your skates off as the
hardwood floor gets scratched."

As they all came into the dimly lit store. "I was just closing
early today, I have a dinner date with my brother and his wife,"
Ms. Fung said coolly. She always lied as easily as she could put
on lipstick. The two girls took off their skates and put them
aside. Ms. Fung pointed to the boxes, "It's just those three
there, they go into the back." The boxes were about 4'x 4'x 2'
and were stuffed with old clothes, and taped up to look like
delivered merchandise. They weighed about 15 pounds.

Ms. Fung needed to go with the flow here, she didn't expect two,
but she had decided to take them both. Virgins or no they were
worth it. "Lets each take one, Ms. Fung said, and she took off
her pumps and nodded to the girls after picking up a box, "Just
take them through that room, right into the back."

Alexis and Meagan each picked up a box and carried them into the
back, followed closely by Ms. Fung, who put hers down before
following in behind. She glided in without her shoes, pulled out
the cosh from here purse, and wrapped the leather handle tightly
around her wrist.

She swung on Alexis first, "THWAP!" and the girl dropped the box
and staggered. Ms. Fung ignored her and hit Meagan only a second
later, also concussing her on the head. "THWAP!" "GUGHHHH!"
Meagan whimpered, and fell to her knees hard, holding her head.
She turned back for Alexis who was also on the floor, "Oh my god,
oh my god" she said. Ms. Fung admired her great legs, clad in her
blue tights and socks, she strode over to the dazed girl. She
swung again, and connected with the left temple of the young
teen. "FWAP!"

The cosh did its work, and Alexis dropped to the floor
unconscious, lying on her front. She dropped the cosh and went to
her purse briefly. She pulled out a 1cc syringe and strode over
to Meagan, who was still kneeling on the floor, her head hung
low. Ms. Fung stuck the syringe in her glossy black thigh, and
emptied the morphine into her.

"OUCH!" Meagan cried, and sat down, her legs out, still holding
her head. "What, what are you doing to us?"

Ms. Fung did not reply, and walked back to Alexis, who was
groaning and moving just a bit. Ms. Fung pulled her shorts off
over her smooth tights, and removed her socks. She took another
1cc syringe and stuck it into her ass, through her blue tights,
injecting her with morphine as well. "You will both sleep now,"
Ms. Fung said, walking back to Meagan. She sat down with the
girl, and moved her closer, holding her gently. "Let the morphine
do its work."

She took Meagan's head and pushed it into her lap. She stroked
her hair, and said, "It's all going to be fine my beauty, be
still."

Alexis was now drugged and was not moving. Meagan felt warm and
numb, her thigh stung from the injection, and her head throbbed
from being coshed. She felt herself be pushed to the lady's lap,
she could see her friend knocked out lying on the floor. Her legs
and arms splayed wide. She started to feel noxious, and very
dizzy. The warmth had spread over her, she felt heavy and her
limbs would not move. She tried to protest, but it came out as
"humgpff, lomnnnnn..." her lips were thick and rubbery.

She felt herself be picked up by the store lady, her limbs
dangling freely, and she could see she was being moved. She was
in the back of a van, on a mattress. The lady took off her socks,
and then tied her ankles together with nylons. The lady looked
down at her, and brushed her hair out of her face as her ponytail
had been undone. Her wrists were tied, as were her knees. She lay
there dreamily and saw that Alexis was now lying beside her. The
lady quickly trussed up her unconscious friend like an expert.
She drifted in and out of sleep...

Alexis did not take the voyage well, and in a rare move, and in
front of the other sobbing girls, she was forced to give head to
one of the male crewmen, on Ms. Fung's orders, to show them not
to resist. She played "good cop" with Meagan, and nightly brought
the teen to her bed to fondle and lick her, and by told her sweet
lies of freedom if she would cooperate, and do as she was bidden.
By the time she was in Bangkok she was Ms. Fung's lesbian "cabin
girl." That didn't stop her from being sold off however...
Ms. Fung enjoyed Thailand very much. She had been very successful
this year, and felt business was going to be good. She bought
Meagan as her own and "leased" her to her sister's brothel in
Bangkok. It was a good business investment. Last she saw of her
she was kneeling in front of a white sex tourist, dressed as a
"little girl," making her owner money.

Part 2

Ms. Fung was back in the States after six months off, with a new
identity and a new role. She was now to acquire young girls for
Derek the Dikes domestic sex trade business in a major east coast
city. Beijing Trading Ltd. would bankroll her of course, and it
was a natural business partnership between the white slavery
interests and the expanding operations of Derek's brothels.

Getting her back in the country was surprisingly easy, but she
knew not to push her luck and so would not return to open a front
store, but would be much more mobile now. She acquired a 1991
Chevy van, white, with tinted windows and a cargo area in the
back. She had it fitted with an air mattress and several blankets
in the back. It had a sliding side door and a rear hatch double
door. It was sufficiently plain looking that it could be made up
as anything. She made up some generic stick on company names that
could be put on the side, like "A and B Home Heating" and that
sort of thing. She had several different uniforms she could use
on any given day.

Her assistant, was a black man named Rodney, who was 35, about 6"
and had long wavy hair, a 10 inch uncut dong and a nice smile. He
was also a rapist who got off on the action, which was fine with
Ms. Fung, she needed that quality in a co-worker. Rodney was a
regular worker bee for Derek, and travelled much of the time
"fixing problems." He was a good connection man and he could get
things that others could not. He would sometimes be used by Ms.
Fung on jobs, and his pay was taken care of by Ms. Fung. It was a
good investment considering his expertise in the area. Ms. Fung
still reported ultimately to the shady underboss of Beijing
Trading Ltd. "Mr. Big'," and she was confident that this new job
partnership would work out just fine. Money was riding it.

Acquisition #1

New Years Eve was always good hunting, and Ms. Fung and Rodney
drove through the suburbs on the trail of a good under age party,
where the teenagers were drunk and the parents were away. It was
practically made for them Ms. Fung thought with an evil grin as
they cruised through the suburbs. For some ecstacy and booze,
information was easy to purchase and before long they were on the
trail of a good party, rumored to be in an upscale neighborhood.
They arrived shortly before 2 AM, and by all the cars parked on
the road and driveway, it was easy to see they had struck pay
dirt.

Ms. Fung was dressed as a mother, in jeans and a black jacket,
and leather boots, with a black purse. She would be "looking for
her daughter" if seriously challenged, as Rodney would wait in
the van, dressed as a gang banger, to frighten away any silly boy
who got in the way. He looked the part, because he was the part.
The .45 Glock was not just for show either. Ms. Fung cut through
the yard and approached the large swimming pool from the trees
and watched the goings on.

It was a large party, with mainly teens, probably several
hundred. The music was blaring from inside and many girls and
boys were sitting in chairs drinking, smoking, some swimming,
many dancing. They looked tired and partied out mostly, which was
fine. Ms. Fung walked out to the pool and then towards the large
sliding glass door that was open, and into the house, passing
several teenagers who didn't look twice at her.

She decided on instinct to go upstairs and try to get entrance to
a bedroom or other room and see what was around. She was not
questioned by anybody, she just picked up a beer bottle, looked a
bit tipsy, and smiled if she made eye contact with anybody.
Nobody gave a shit who she was, which is why she did well at this
job. She was not threatening if she didn't want to look that way.
She passed a girl who was propped up in front of a door and asked
"did Rebecca need a smoke?" and produced a cig.

"No, I think Adreana is sick," she motioned inside drunkenly "Oh
damn, I was her ride too, is she ok?," Ms. Fung asked. "Yah,
sure, you can check on her I guess, I think she might crash here
though" the drunk girl said. Ms. Fung nodded and went into the
large bedroom. Confidence would always get you in she knew. The
lights were off and it was dim and the bathroom light was on, and
she could see an attractive blonde girl sitting with her back to
the bathtub, her shapely girl legs stretched out. Ms. Fung boldly
went inside, and closed the door.

The girl was Adreana, she was 15, 5'4" and about 100 lbs with
large breasts. She was very pretty and had long blonde hair. She
was dressed in a silver spandex party dress with grey metallic
glossy nylons and no shoes. She was drunk, and was not feeling
very well from the looks of things. She had large hoop ear rings
and too much makeup. She was perfect. Ms. Fung called Rodney on
the cell phone and told him to get ready to receive them. She
would have to walk out with her. "Hey sweetie, feeling ok?" she
asked the girl. Adreana looked up slowly, and said, "I'm sick."

"Oh that's too bad, I think your ride is here too," Ms. Fung
said. "Why don't you try to stand up."

Just then the girl that was outside knocked at the bathroom door.
"Are you ok Adreana?" she asked.

Ms. Fung opened the door, and stepped past her, "She's ok, I just
needed the bathroom," she said. They were the only ones in the
bedroom save the two passed out on the bed.

Ms. Fung saw that the window would not work, she needed to get
her downstairs which might be tricky. "Do you know where the
laundry room is?" she asked, "I got a stain on my blouse."

"Ugh, yah, down the hall," the girl said.

Ms. Fung walked out again, snuck down the hall and looked for
what she needed. She found it. It was a laundry hamper on wheels.
Perfect.

She wheeled the hamper into the bedroom, and closed the door. The
drunk girl was still with her mark, and she needed her out of the
way now. She looked her over. She was attractive, and had on a
nice tight party dress and matching inky black tights, but she
was not busty enough for Ms. Fung's needs. Too bad. Her 15 year
old friend would do though.

Ms. Fung pulled the cosh out of her jacket and said "oh shit, the
cops are here I think," the drunk girl stumbled over to the
window, "where?" she asked curiously. Ms. Fung stepped back and
smacked the inebriated teen over her pretty head. Not once, but
twice, "Bhughh, ughhh," she gasped. She caught her as she dropped
to her knees and dragged her to the bed. Done. She walked into
the bathroom, closed the door, and knelt beside the little
blonde.

Ms. Fung took out an elastic and quickly did the girls hair in a
ponytail, "what are you doing?" she protested, but was too drunk
to resist. Ms. Fung ignored her and took out a brown bottle of
liquid from her purse and a pressure dressing. "That stuff smells
awful," Adreana said.

Ms. Fung liberally doused the diethyl ether on the bandage and
held it to the girls face without warning. She put her arm around
her neck and forced her to her lap, holding the soaked anesthetic
cloth firmly to her. "Don't fight me little one, you can't win"
Ms. Fung said. Adreana bucked and kicked, but was held firm.
After a minute she was not moving at all. Her eyes were checked
to see if she was unconscious, and the girl was. Her mouth was
open in a wide "O," and her breathing was deep and steady. Ms.
Fung grabbed her roughly and pulled her up and swung her over her
shoulder.

Ms. Fung dropped her into the hamper, full of clothes and towels,
and covered up the overcome party girl. She wheeled out the
hamper with her prize inside. Ms. Fung wheeled the cart down the
hall, down the stairs and past several party goers. "Mrs. McCord
needs this for the morning," she said, just for something to say,
nobody seemed to care. She pushed it out to the pool area and
along the side to the grass.

That's as far as it would go. She phoned Rodney and got him to
walk out to meet her. He picked up the girl and they walked
quickly to the trees and down to the driveway to the van. Nobody
said anything to them, they didn't think anybody even noticed the
young girl being carried off by the couple.

In the van Adreana was tied up with 3 inch bandage rolls and ball
gagged as Rodney drove out. Ms. Fung covered her with a blanket.
It all took 25 minutes. They found a secure parking garage used
by an associate and slept in the van. Pickup was in the morning
so they slept in the front of the vehicle. They could not drop
her off right away because of a timing issue with a health
department payoff at the building. Pimps had all kinds of
business problems. Staying in the van was safest.

Ms. Fung awoke to the sound of the girl being penetrated, the van
was rocking back and forth with somebody's lusts being quenched.
Oh well, she was for the street anyways. Rodney had untied her
and pulled her pantyhose down to her ankles and tongue lathered
her pink snatch as she regained consciousness before rolling her
over, hoisting her shapely ass into the air and then impaling the
helpless blonde on his African prick. She was still ball gagged
and was tied up at the ankles and wrists but her thighs were
forced wide.

Ms. Fung got up and moved into the back, and stroked Adreana's
hair and looked into her fawnish blue eyes and stroked her hair
with her long fingernails as the teenager was violated from
behind by the big black man. So innocent, and now, so lost.
Rodney took his time, sliding his unsheathed tool into her
wetness, the rhythm as ancient as time, and took his prize as his
own with long powerful thrusts. Adreana's screams were muffled by
the rubber gag as her vaginal passage was thoroughly ploughed.
Saliva drooled from one corner of her mouth. Ms. Fung didn't mind
sharing, they understood each others needs.

"Oh fuck bitch yah, yah!" Rodney stammered and shot his load into
the captured teens snatch. He pulled his victorious snake out of
the conquered girl and stuffed it into his briefs, still wet and
glistening with her love moisture. The girl collapsed and lay
still.

Ms. Fung pulled up her combo panty-nylons and re tied her firmly
with the bandage roll around her knees. She noticed the girl's
crotch was stained through her cotton gusset, her rape being
absorbed into the thin silvery material. Ms Fung noted the
expensive nylons the young prize wore, and wondered what she had
had in mind this evening? probably not being fucked by a black
man in a van she thought. "Look what your young charms have
broght you" Ms. Fung scolded her, "You will be a fine addition to
any stable, my little colt," and left her in the back, sobbing in
shock from her brutal coupling.

Later that morning they transferred the girl to a Hispanic pimp
named Enrico, who was one of Derek the Dikes underlings and money
was paid for the 15 year old. Cash on delivery was the custom and
it made things less complicated. Adreana was introduced to heroin
in the back seat of their car by two black woman who were a
minders of fresh girls. She struggled and kicked until the needle
was expertly inserted into her vein, and she was awash in a
dreamy wonderland, her sore cunt now all but forgotten.

"Take that slut child," the one woman cooed, withdrawing the
needle from the girl "now you will work for your candy, bitch,"
and she was kept quiet between them for the drive into the city.
Adreana didn't remember much of the trip. She was taken into a
rundown building, and walked through a beauty salon and upstairs
to her new home. Her pimp arranged for her to be stripped and
turned out into fresh clothes. She would be managed closely by
"Sundae" and "Miss Vixen" her two hooker handlers, who had ridden
with her.

They let her sleep for about 4 hours before holding her down and
giving her another injection of smack, enough to keep her happy
and stupid for awhile longer. She was then propped up at the
dresser, and given a makeover, street slut style. She was given a
lot of makeup, ear rings, and was dressed in patterned white
nylons and cheap 4 inch black heels, with white skirt, cut down
the side, matching blouse and no bra.

Her hair was combed out and let loose. Enrico came in and sat her
down on the bed, and explained to her that her ass had a $1000
dollar tag on it, and so there was a finder's fee for her if she
decided to get stupid. If she was good, she could have all the
candy she needed to stay feeling good, but she would have to work
for it, all these clothes were expensive. Enrico regularly paid
off the vice cops to stay clear of his new girls, for a cut of
the monthly action, and so he had no worries about her identity
being discovered any time soon. She was now known as "Princess
Vanilla" on the street, because of her lily white complexion, and
was Enrico's newest bitch, under his protection. He put an order
in for some fake I.D. for her, that always helped getting them
into bars after they were broken.

Enrico sat her on her knees at the floor of the bed, unzipped his
pants and shoved the drugged girls head down to his 8" Hispanic
manhood, and showed her how to suck cock without choking. At
first she struggled and coughed but got the hang of it, learning
to breath through her nose and suck with her pretty lips. It was
easier now that she had been given heroin for her to perform such
disgusting acts, her teenaged modesty forgotten in her stupefied
condition. He came in her mouth, holding her hair tight and
bobbing her head down on his staff. She took the pungent come and
was forced to swallow her pimps love seed.

She was then cleaned up and her lipstick was re applied. Then he
sent her to "the corner" with her two minders, unsteady on her
black heels, clicking and clacking her way between them to the
corner where soon she was getting men to stop for her. They would
be directed back to the "residence" for the first week, until she
was properly hooked on the shit, and would be watched closely as
she blew the men for 100 dollars a pop before being marched back
to the corner to show off her ass again.

In the first night she made $1200 dollars, all of which went to
Enrico. Each night Enrico had her stripped and he fucked her
brains out, to completely dominate the girl and make sure she
knew who her "man" was. He put the word out that he had an anal
virgin for $2000 dollars, to whomever wanted to trade her rear
end for some cash or smack. Enrico was a real salesman at heart,
in a different life, he would have been a top car dealer.

Acquisition #2

Ms. Fung got a difficult assignment the next week, straight from
Mr. Big. A Special order, that was specific. Seemed some rich
(very rich) pervert wanted a specific girl to bang. Damn Ms. Fung
thought, those were always hard to do. It wasn't a case of
trolling for a good find, this guy wanted a specific girl and it
didn't matter to him if she was easy to get or not.

Mr. Big didn't care, you didn't say no, ever. You just did what
you were told. She could have what resources she needed, and she
was not to have the girl ruined before delivery.

The info she got was her name was Naomi, she was 13, slim and
beautiful, with long black hair and green eyes, and she lived in
a well to do neighbourhood with her parents, she had no siblings.
She had her address and private school, and a lot of other info.

Ms. Fung flew by charter and was given funds in cash by the
organisation to setup what she needed. Rodney would not be going
with her, he was needed on another job. The gist of it was, this
very good client of Beijing Trading Ltd. saw this little prize at
a local skating rink, and that was that. He was some big time
money launderer with a taste for young things, and for whatever
reason this kid got him hard as a rock, and he had to have her.
So that was that, the deposit had been made, and Ms. Fung would
have been surprised if it was less than $150,000 for her. Derek
would be paid for her "housing" and "upkeep" after the snatch.

Ms. Fung setup in a nearby motel. First thing she did was go to
the girls skating rink and have a look at the setup. She dressed
herself in a basic skating outfit, and just went as a mom, to
blend in. She did that well. She arrived at the rink and went
inside, it was not a large rink, and it was busy, a hockey game
was ending and the skate lessons were starting in about 30
minutes. She sat in the bleachers and blended in, but kept to
herself, and waited.

She had a digital camera and snapped photos of the layout of the
rink, in case that was needed. The figure skating class started,
it had about a dozen girls in it, but she had no trouble spotting
her target. She was dressed in a black unitard and a pink top,
and she noted her ample breasts in comparison to a lot of flatter
girls. She wore her hair in a bun, and had gloves on. The
instructors put them all through their paces and she watched her.
She was a fine sight, and very well proportioned, with a nice ass
and shapely legs. Some of her classmates were very attractive as
well, some were not.

The lessons ended, and Ms. Fung wandered at the entrance to spot
the mother, who was there, and to see where they all went to
change. The change rooms were down the hall, but women seemed to
go down there with no problems. Ms. Fung just observed. The girl
left with her mother through the front, after changing, and she
followed them out to the parking lot. She already had the vehicle
and license info, but she confirmed the Volvo was their car
before they drove off, unaware they were being watched by the
experienced whoremaster.

She went to the change rooms and noted the location of the
outside maintenance door, which was close to the girls change
room. She could bring here through there to a vehicle. That might
work best, but she needed help for this. She contacted Derek and
got a girl "recruiter assistant" from her delivered to the motel,
her name was Phoebe, she was 19 but looked younger. She was used
to get in amongst young girls without arousing suspicion, and she
was good at it. It was considered an apprentice position with
Derek, in a year's time she would do what Ms. Fung did, if she
did a good job.

It was a simple plan, Phoebe would go into the girls change room
and lure Neoma to the side door, where Ms. Fung would be waiting,
and she would then deal with her and abduct her. The delivery was
to a handler who would courier the girl to a brothel where her
special client would be directed to. It was on for the day after
next.

Neoma finished her class and skated to the off ice door. She
waved to her mother and took put on her skate guards. She walked
to the change room with the other girls. She noticed an older
girl who was rubbing her knee and squinting. "Oh I think I might
have sprained it today" she said, noticing Neoma. "Oh that's too
bad," she replied, not yet at her locker. The girl was dressed in
brown tights, blue skate dress and a sweater, and had her skates
off already. "Would you help me with my bag to the side door?"
she pleaded, "My moms picking me up there, so I don't have to
walk too far on it."

Neoma knew the side door leading outside was not far, "ok sure"
she said, "just let me get my runners on."

"Oh, that's fine, thanks," Phoebe replied.

Neoma put her skates down, put her runners on and picked up the
skating bag that Phoebe handed her. Phoebe noted Neoma's nice
ass, tits and legs in her one piece outfit, she would fetch a few
dollars and she mused about doing her with a strap on, as she had
been done at that age.

The two girls passed a few others on the way out and walked to
the side door, there was no sign of suspicion by anyone. Neoma
opened the door and stepped out. Ms. Fung was standing there with
the van idling, and said "oh thank you" noting the bag Neoma was
carrying. She opened the side door and asked her to put it in the
back, Neoma did, just getting part way into the van. Phoebe
stepped back and Ms. Fung produced her custom made sap, a leather
thong with a lead oval piece attached to one side, specially
weighted to concuss young girls and struck Neoma on the top of
her pretty head.

"Schwap!" Oh! oh my goodness!" she cried, and Phoebe caught her
and pushed her into the back of the van.

Ms. Fung went to the driver's seat and got in. Phoebe grabbed
Neoma, hand she held her tight as the van sped off. Phoebe
dragged the dazed girl to the back of the van, and quickly
stripped off her runners and her pink top. Neoma moaned and moved
only slightly. She was then tied up with a cloth strap on her
ankles, and another tying her hands behind her.

Phoebe pulled out a pair of black tights and tied them around her
mouth, shoving some inside, past her red lipsticked lips, to gag
her well enough for the short journey. Neoma was whisked away by
the professional kidnappers, laying on the air filled mattress,
tightly covered in a wool blanket, trussed up like a side of
beef.

Neoma dreamed that she was visited by a dark fairy, and she slept
restlessly. She finally came to on a large four post bed, that
was draped in fine white curtains that hid the room she was in.
The bed was aglow from the incandescent light that filtered
through the downy material. Music could be heard somewhere, it
was classical, Mozart she thought.

She felt as if she was in a trance, her arms and legs were heavy,
and she was tired, but also strangely restless and alive to the
sounds of the music and all that she saw. She dimly remembered
being kidnapped by the two women, but for some reason she hardly
cared. She thought it was so wonderful to be alive, and to be
listening to Mozart, watching the dreamy bed curtains aglow in
her room. Her right arm itched a bit, and she rubbed it. She was
itchy in a few other places, and her stomach was not quite
settled, but she didn't care. She noticed that she was dressed in
glossy pink ballet tights, and a light blue spandex dance top,
long sleeved that exposed her belly, and that was it.

She had dressed like this in her ballet classes, but she had a
black leotard she thought, had she forgotten it? In her euphoria
she didn't care, she was very comfortable, and was happy to lay
down and listen to the pretty music. she looked up and saw the
large full length mirror on the top of the bed frame, and she saw
herself lay there.

That was so neat, she thought. She noticed her long hair was
loose and was covering the pillow, and she had on more makeup
than she normally wore. Was she late for a recital? she giggled,
what a silly thought, they would have to come and find her! Ms.
Mcginness would be cross if she was late she thought, and her
mind slipped idly along. Her body tingled all over and she opened
and closed her eyes, having no idea of how long she had been her,
and she didn't care.

She opened her eyes again and there was a handsome prince sitting
beside her on the bed. "Where did you come from?" she asked,
staring idly at him. He just smiled and stroked her forehead. He
was about 30? 6" tall, athletic, with medium length brown hair
and was dressed like a ballet dancer, in thick grey tights, a
black velvet vest with jewels and dance slippers. She didn't
recognise him but thought he was very handsome. She stared at him
and met his blue eyes.

"We have to be ready for act three" he said, moving closer to her
and leaning down, "its our big moment." Before she could think of
something to say she was being kissed by the strange man, her
lips being parted by his tongue and she was held to him tightly.
She liked the sensation very much and her young body responded to
his warm embrace. This was a very strange dance class Neoma
thought, but she didn't dwell on that.

His hands stroked her firm breasts, and he kissed her neck and
shoulders, covering her with wet kisses that made her tingle even
more. He positioned himself on top of her, and gently pushed out
her glossy thighs with his knees, giving him room on her bed. She
gazed at his crotch as he sucked at her neck, and noticed the
outline of his bulging member. She knew he was not wearing any
athletic support under his grey tights, and she quivered at the
idea of his loins rubbing close to her.

Where was she? she thought for a moment, but then warm lips took
her away again, and she giggled again, held by her mans arms. "We
have to make our scene be believable my love," he whispered to
her, "for the audience."

That sounded fine to Neoma. Her crotch was warm and she felt a
longing there, but was unsure of what to do about it, until her
partners dong stroked her in an upward motion, sliding along her
covered labia, she let out a gasp.

"Don't be upset with me my love, you are too beautiful to
resist," he said to her, and then he did it again, with more
force, and she felt his stiffness move along over her.

Another gasp. She looked down and saw a small blade in his hands,
and he sliced away her tights so her crotch was accessible. "In
this act, I have to make love to you," he said very seriously,
and she nodded slowly, unfocused, "I didn't, I dint see that
play," Neoma replied, confused, but now very warm in her private
area. Did he mean to have a baby with her? she thought, she
didn't know. She heard the music again through the wispy curtains
and was again unsure of where she was.

The warm, wet sensation made her squirm. Something wonderful was
covering her warm crotch with sudden attention. She looked up
into the mirror and saw her spread out, with the mans head down
between her legs. This was not something she ever practiced she
thought, and didn't care. The licking and sucking continued, and
she became increasingly damp. Had she finished skating today? she
didn't know, this was all so dreamy. She looked up and saw the
mans tights were pulled down, and she could see his buttocks, how
strange.

Then something warm and fleshy pushed at the entrance of her
vagina, she was going to look down and see but she was held firm,
her neck getting special attention again, then her lips. The
intruder pushed deeper, and she stiffened, but then relaxed as
her princes legs pushed her wider apart, and then probed once
more. A hot probe sank into her passage, rubbing past the lips of
her labia, and she cried out "Ohhh, I, I shouldn't," she said,
but the intruder only withdrew a bit, before sliding into her
again, deeper this time. Was this love? she thought, "Nughhhh,
ohhhhh," she let out as the prick slid to her barrier, wet and
deliberate. She felt the warm organ spread and force her apart,
it then started moving back and forth, and she shuddered with
excitement at the attention she was getting. The pain was a dull
throb, but was mixed with a satisfaction of a longing fulfilled,
and she clamped her arms around the man's waist.

The next few thrusts took her maidenhood, and she at last
shrieked out, but was past caring that her sex was violated. She
knew instinctively that his penis belonged in her, and she
relaxed and let the pain roll through her, and focused on the
desire. She knew she was a helpless princess, and that her man
had come for her. She watched detached as he worked her over,
sinking and withdrawing his sex into hers, and she bit down hard
on his shoulder, awash in the smell of his body.

This must be her wedding night she thought, she had just
forgotten. She closed her eyes and let him do his business, and
he yelled out dirty things and suddenly sped up his onslaught.
She felt something in her, something deep and lubricating. She
glanced down to see his long, slick dong, a good 9 inches with
large balls, put the final end to her girlhood. She was
unconcerned with the dark pink streaks and whitish liquid that
covered her lover's manhood, yet she knew that she had been
filled with his warm man juice. He withdrew, finally, and sat up.
She felt the sweat of her body under her outfit, and the air felt
cooler now. She curled up and dozed, dealing with the lingering
pain of her penetration.

A hand rolled her over and she saw her prince was gone, but the
dark fairy had returned. She was dressed in a black tutu and top,
her white gossamer legs contrasting her costume. She laid out
some items on the bed. They looked very strange, but one looked
like a syringe. Neoma watched curiously, like a spectator. "Time
for another dose my princess," she said. She grasped Neoma's
shapely calf and held it in her arms. "I need a new site," she
mumbled and stuck the needle between her toes quite expertly,
then plunged the contents into the innocent captive.

"Ouch!" Neoma said, but she did not resist. The sweet opiate hit
her harder this time, and she coughed, and almost threw up. The
dark fairy held her until she was better. She was drifting in and
out again, not caring where she was, looking up at herself in the
mirror. The dark fairy fretted over her now tender sex, and wiped
her clean with a pad, and then stuffed her precious bud with a
large sized kotex, preventing her rape from seeping all over the
sheets.

Neoma moaned and her legs moved around as the large absorbent
tube was inserted. Her handler smirked at her discomfort, and
ensured her charges young puss was adequately plugged. She would
be taken again by another man before morning. Some black stud
they hired for his supposedly impressive love staff. Neoma would
be freshly drilled. "Sleep well princess" she said to her coldly,
and let her drift off into a heroin sleep.

Her real slave owner was a rich elderly man, who arranged for her
to be drugged and raped, the entire sordid scenes being taped on
hidden camera for his enjoyment on DVD. He would ensure Neoma
would be impregnated by her multiple lovers, and then shipped off
to Bahrain, where he had plans to add her to his "harem" of young
white girls. Her swollen belly would not be questioned in his own
compound, and he enjoyed seeing his young, spoiled, western girls
deal with unexpected motherhood.

Acquisition #3

Dawn had snuck out to go clubbing. She was a very pretty red
head, only 16, but with large enough breasts and proportions that
she could get into a few clubs with fake id. She wasn't getting
along with her single mother, and she spent more and more time
out on the town, even on school nights. Ms. Fung had spotted her
and spent the night spending money on her and convincing her
there was a great after hours party at her place.

Ms. Fung knew she was much younger than 21, and had a great
instinct for finding wayward teens. The naive girl agreed and
they both took a cab to the hotel where room # 206 was used as a
honey trap. The staff was paid off and they knew anybody going in
there was a prospect for Derek's organisation. Dawn was a bit
tipsy and she was led to the room by Ms. Fung. It was a studio
design with a large separate bedroom and bathroom. It was
furnished modest, but had all the requirements to pass as a
living space. Ms. Fung set Dawn down on the couch and went to the
bedroom to phone Derek. She would want to come over right away.

Ms. Fung told Dawn her friends were coming over, and she put on
some top 40 radio, and dimmed the lights. She also brought her a
glass of red wine and chatted her up. Dawn was dressed in a
forest green tube dress, and matching green nylons with knee high
leather boots. She lost the boots and draped her long legs along
the couch and sipped at her drink. Her hair was long and she had
a black choker and had her face made up very nice with dark eye
liner and blush, with full red lips.

After 15 minutes there was a knock at the door and Ms. Fung let
Derek and Phoebe in, they had brought some supplies with them.
Derek was dressed in a mans business suit, with her hair slicked
back and she had on sunglasses. Her breasts were taped over, and
she looked very manly. She was in the mood for a pretty young
girl. Derek and Phoebe introduced themselves as friends of Ms.
Fung's and sat beside her on the couch. Dawn seemed nervous by
the much older man. Phoebe continued to chat away, trying to put
her at ease, and distract her.

"I, I think I might need to phone home," Dawn said, and got up to
use the phone. Phoebe got up and took one of her arms, and Derek
seized the other before she knew what had happened.

"I'm going to do her on the carpet," Derek said, very business
like.

Phoebe tripped Dawn and held her down to the carpeted floor by
the couch, and Derek grabbed two pillows and put them under her
head. Ms. Fung said "bring her things to the van after you're
done, I will ditch them for you," and left. She was going to stay
out and watch over the hotel from the street while the deed was
done.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Dawn cried out as the two women pinned her
down.

Derek let Phoebe keep her pinned by holding her from the back,
Dawn struggled and tried to get free but Phoebe was much
stronger. Derek turned up the radio louder and walked back to the
girl. She stripped off her pants and her socks, and produced a
black dildo from a brown bag. Dawn was horrified to see Derek had
a vagina! And she stuffed one end of the rubber phallus into her,
then strapped it firmly to her sex. It was 6 inches, and thickly
veined, with a small head, the right size for a fresh junior high
virgin. "Please no, I don't want that!" Dawn cried out.

"Hush darling, its not about what you want" Derek said to her,
and fell on her. Dawn kicked her legs out and bucked. Derek
hoisted up her tube dress and found the waist of her glossy green
nylons. "Oh please somebody!" Dawn cried out. Her nylons were
pulled off, one leg, then the next, lastly her panties and then
her girlhood charms were exposed.

Phoebe let her fall back onto the pillows but kept a good
position at her head, and kept her pinned down. "Don't move or I
will beat the shit out of you bitch" she warned the much younger
girl. "Oh please no, no, I'm not a lesbian," Dawn cried out.
Derek went down on her, probing with her experienced tongue and
parted her pink cunt lips with her saliva. "Ughh, oh, no, no I
don't want this," Dawn protested. She got a tongue lapping from
Derek while Phoebe caressed her breasts, smiling down at her.
Phoebe remembered being taken the same way and was wet.

The girl was forced to her knees and had her mouth guided to her
lovers prick. Dawn cried and resisted, but Phoebe would have none
of it, and before long Dawn was giving a blowjob to Derek's
rubber dink. Dawn was then pushed back to the floor after several
minutes of smearing her lipstick on it. Derek returned to her
warm sex, and licked her again vigorously, prompting the captured
girl to moan and squirm. Derek opened a package of lube on her
black dong, and Dawn began to whimper in fear.

"I have never done this before," she said quietly. Derek put her
hands on the girl's slim waist and pushed the end of the double
headed tool to Dawns slit. "Nugh! Ohh!" she cried out as Derek's
third thrust found her entrance. She held it there with just
enough pressure to let the tip part her labia, just below her
bush of downy pubic hair. "You have been such a silly girl, and
now you will be my woman" Derek said to her.

Dawns brown eyes were wide with fear, and she was breathing fast.
"Please, I'm not ready," she said, and Derek slid the head of the
slickened dildo into her sex. "AGHHHH MY GOD!" Dawn screamed as
the thing went deep. It felt like a massive baseball bat had
found her tight vagina.

Her head went back and she cried in pain, her long red hair
flowing behind her. "My manhood will never soften, Dawn, it will
take you as long as I have the strength to explore your sweet
charms" Derek said to her in a quiet voice. She thrust again,
pushing past her innocence. Derek knew she had deflowered her as
Dawn gasped and cried, her legs kicking around, thighs wide.
Phoebe had pulled up her dress so her breasts were exposed and
she cut off Dawns flimsy bra.

Dawn lay quiet, tears across her makeup. Derek thrust in and out,
taking her deeply with her lust. Derek got into a quick rhythm
and banged the girl for all she was worth, the dildo making a
smacking sound as their thighs came together. She noted the blood
smear and smiled with satisfaction at her newest conquest. The
older lesbian raped the young girl until she orgasmed finally,
forcing Dawn to look into her eyes as she did so. "Your bought
and paid for you cheap whore! Derek spat out in ecstacy. Dawn had
not the strength to scream, and surrendered to her "princes" hard
rubber cock.

Derek withdrew from Dawns ruined cunt, and the dildo came out
with a slick pop sound as she took it out quickly. She looked
down at the teen, her dress scrunched up to her neck, her naked
breasts, her stained, ruined flower. "Clean her up and put her in
the bedroom," Derek said. Phoebe got a warm cloth and cleaned up
the girls stained thighs, and then escorted her to the bedroom,
laid her down, stripped her dress off, and locked the door as she
left. She then took the rest of her things down to Ms. Fung, who
disposed of them. Phoebe returned to the hotel room to help in
the clean up.

"Phone that useless prick Enrico and tell him to get his useless
ass over her Phoebe!" Derek called out from the bathroom.

Acquisition #4, #5 and #6

Ms. Fung was now back collecting sweet things for the export
market, and she had always been upset by the "one that got away"
during her last job on the west coast. Her name was Claire, and
she had come in with her mother to the dance shop and paid with a
visa. She was a bit of a snob, and spoke down to Ms. Fung while
she was in the store. She knew her family was very well off, and
had driven away in a BMW.

The girl was maybe 15, tall at 5" 8," with long, platinum blonde
hair and brown eyes. She had sizable breasts for her age and was
very leggy. Ms. Fung wanted her sex but the timing didn't work
out. She did however pay for some basic research on her target,
and knew where the girl lived, the family's schedule, and the
layout of the house. Ms. Fung decided to return for the girl, who
would be 16 now, and take her for shipping to the far east. It
was late fall, and school was in session, so she knew that she
would be coming home daily and not on holiday somewhere.

She went to some private school, and remembered her in her plaid
skirt and blouse, and knee high socks. She had bought some navy
blue tights for her uniform, for the cold weather she remembered.
Ms. Fung recalled wrapping the cosh in her hands as she left with
her mother, and wishing she could have done her then and there,
but more people had arrived, and by the time she got back to
making plans for a visit, she had too much heat on from the
authorities.

Ms. Fung did basic surveillance and determined that between 4pm
and 6pm the girl was alone in her house, with the housekeeper
only in attendance. Her parents both worked, lawyers she
thought?, and often came home late. She had no siblings. Ms. Fung
did up the van as a home heating service, and got a pair of
coveralls and a toolbox. She had decided to do this pickup with
Rodney's help, but he would stay in the van and cover the house
as Ms. Fung did her business.

In the end, it was decided to try for a weekend and they lucked
out. The parents left for the weekend from the looks of things,
and the girl stayed. Perfect. They would return on Saturday
night, and see if fortune smiled on them. Ms. Fung brought her
cosh clubs, a bottle of ether, methadone, some morphine, syringes
and works, pantyhose for bindings, a silenced 9mm Berreta and
assorted girls sized clothes stuffed in her toolbox. She also had
a new cell phone that could take photos, as her devious plan
would need it. She was going to dress as a repairman and gain
access to the house.

Rodney would stay in the van with the laughing gas and would act
as armed backup if she needed it. Any police or security
attending would be shot in the front yard, but that sort of thing
was only as a last resort, those kinds of screw-up were for
amateurs. Ms. Fung had killed only twice, both times in Hong
Kong, and she had no problem doing it, neither did Rodney.

They drove up to the house at 9pm sharp and Ms. Fung got out. The
house was a large two story dwelling with a pool in the back, and
a carport, it was a quiet neighborhood, and they didn't see any
sign of trouble. They were deep in the suburbs. she had her hair
under her baseball cap that said "A and B Home Heating," and her
toolbox. She rang the doorbell, and the maid came to answer it,
she told her that she had a work order for the pool in the back
yard, but the maid said she had not heard of that.

Ms. Fung sweet talked her way in, as she was a demure looking
Chinese lady, who ever worried about them? When the maid turned
her back she was hit with a heavy rubber club. The maid was bound
quickly and Ms. Fung dragged her into the kitchen and bound and
gagged her. She looked around, no sign of the girl. The maid was
out like a light, and Ms. Fung stuck a syringe of morphine into
her ass cheek. She would sleep for several hours. So far so good.
The maid was no good for a snatch, too old, and too fat, no
matter, she had fresher prey on her mind.

She took off her hat and walked up the staircase, in search of
the girl, holding her lighter club, she didn't want to injure her
merchandise with the heavier one. Ms. Fung heard music, and she
approached an a closed door on the right of the hallway, to what
she thought was her bedroom on the second floor. She listened
closely, yes, she was certain the girl was in the room. She
knocked at the door and it swung open, Claire was standing in
front of her, her hair in a ponytail, and she wore a pink short
sleeved blouse, white knee high socks, and no pants, just her
panties. She had some lipstick on but no other makeup.

Ms. Fung swung hard and concussed her before she could even
react, and she stumbled backwards a few steps and fell to the
floor of her bedroom. She then dragged her to her bed and placed
her on it, and laid her on her pillows. Claire was mumbling and
incoherent. She noted the girl wore no bra, and her breasts were
large and well shaped against the blouse, she also admired her
long legs and her well shaped crotch under her panties. She was a
good catch. Her eyes fluttered and she gradually came to.

Ms. Fung explained to her that she was a slaver, and that she was
going to kidnap her and ship her off to Asia to be sold as a
whore. Her only way out of this was if she knew enough attractive
friends of hers that she might use in her place, and she showed
her the syringe and the gun she had with her. Claire was
terrified of course, and wide eyed in horror at what she was
being told, but Ms. Fung made a believer out of her.

She explained that she would never see her home again, unless she
got on the phone and brought over some young friends to take her
place, at least two. Only then would she be spared and left here.
She massaged Claire's clitoris when she spoke to her, and made
her understand that she was for real, and that she would have no
problem selling her to a foreign man for a lot of money, to be
fucked as a slave. Claire agreed to phone two girls she knew, one
was a cheerleader, 14 the other was a dancer, 16. Both were home,
she thought, and she had a good cry before regaining her
composure.

Ms. Fung told her that she would blow her brains out if she even
half suspected that she was tipping of either girl as to what
awaited them here. Claire almost peed herself in fear, and nodded
in understanding. After a short break to let her comport herself,
Claire was allowed to phone using her cell, as Ms. Fung held her
close on the bed, with the pistol in her hand. Ms. Fung was
assured they were both pretty and had no boyfriends yet.

Both girls were invited over. It sounded good to Ms. Fung, and
she called Rodney and told him to move than van and park it on
the roadside while the other girls arrived for the white slaver
pajama party. Ms. Fung tied Claire up with 2 pairs of socks, so
her hands were behind her back, and slipped off her panties. She
then went down on her and tongued her clitoris with her expert
mouth.

"Oh please, that's not right!" she protested, and Claire bucked
and cried out, and tried to close her legs, but Ms. Fung would
have none of it, and she kissed and sucked her sex deeply. Claire
cried and struggled as her snatch was given expert attention from
the Chinese whoremaster, "Please, please, oh my," she babbled and
she finally gave in, letting the lady bury her face deep in her.
Part of Claire was aroused by the wondrous sensation, as she
could not deny it felt glorious, but her innocence was also
shocked that another woman would want her in this way.

The tongue washing went on for some time, until she finally cried
out in orgasm, her body's instincts betraying her shame of the
lesbian molestation. Claire had lost track of time, she only knew
it seemed the onslaught had gone on for hours, and she was
covered in the smell of a girl in heat. She wept again at the
shame of it all.

The lady had not said a word to her during the session, and only
after she finished with her did she say, "Remember this special
day, for I have awoken your darkest desires my pretty," and she
got up and started getting supplies out of her toolbox. Claire
knew if the mysterious Chinese lady came to her again, she would
spread her thighs willingly for her red lips despite her shame.
Claire's wet, engorged clitoris was left uncovered, and she did
not ask for her panties.

The girl had done all she needed and Ms. Fung gave Claire a
methadone pill, telling her it was aspirin, and washed it down
with some bottled water. She was left on her bed to succumb to
the drug after being gagged with 2 pairs of pantyhose from her
dresser and bound at her ankles. She smiled at Claire and
caressed her bare bud with her hand, and gave her one last wet
kiss on her virgin opening. Ms. Fung went downstairs and waited
for the company to arrive, leaving Claire to ponder what had
happened to her as she grew increasingly stoned.

The cheerleader, Mariah, arrived first. She was dressed in a
denim jacket, red blouse, black skirt, black boots and nylons.
She was a red head and wore it short. She was 5" 3" and slim.
When Ms. Fung let her into the doorway she struck her twice on
the head, hard, and let her drop to the floor with a thud. She
carried her upstairs, laid her on the bed beside Claire, and
removed her boots. She was tied up the same way, and Ms. Fung
slid off her black skirt to reveal her shapely legs, clad in
glossy black pantyhose. As she regained consciousness, she was
forced to swallow a methadone tablet just like Claire, and was
then gagged with a long blue knee high sock from Claire's
dresser.

The dancer, Stacey, arrived last, and was dressed in blue jeans
and a white sweater, she was 5" 6" tall, slim with nice breasts,
and long black hair. She was a Chinese girl, with creamy brownish
skin. Ms. Fung was somewhat disappointed, as she usually dealt in
white girls, but any western raised beauty would fetch a good
price on the market, and Ms. Fung had dealt in non Caucasians
before. So be it.

Ms. Fung let her in the door and grabbed her from behind, forcing
an ether rag on to her face. She fought for several minutes
before going limp. She was carried upstairs and also laid on the
bed. She was also drugged with a methadone tablet after she came
to and left to drift off in euphoria. She was gagged with a
rubber ball gag, the last one in Ms. Fung's bag.

Ms. Fung then stripped off her jeans and panties and socks, and
pulled out a pair of seamed white tights to better show off her
charms. She pulled them on the stoned girl, and then tied her up
the same way, around the ankles, knees, and wrists behind her.
That was better Ms. Fung thought, she had no modesty now. All
three girls best qualities could be viewed closely, their
precious pusses for sale!

Ms. Fung decided to strip off Claire's socks and she pulled on a
pair of dark, glossy tan pantyhose that she found in the girls
dresser to better show off her legs on pics. Claire was going to
use them for a special occasion, which is just what they were
used for, but not what she had planned. Claire was then re
trussed, after that, she rolled each girl on her stomach, sat
beside them and held their faces up.

She took an ether doused roll of socks and held each girls face
to the noxious fumes to silence any last feeble protests, and
they each struggled weakly against their bonds but succumbed, and
lay limp and still. By the time they recovered, the methadone
would be keeping them high. Methadone was a suitable substance
for such crimes, as it acted much like heroin but safer. The
young girls would be staring into space or sleeping for several
days, as they had never been exposed to such street drugs, the
evil deed was even more reliable as a way to render them
helpless.

Ms. Fung started making phone calls and took pictures of the
three drugged beauties with her phone. Each girls snatch was
photographed closely, along with a face shot and a long shot. She
would auction them off to bidders arranged through Mr. Big. The
buyers would show up and arrange for transportation themselves,
they would guarantee the girls would be ready for selling.
Starting bids were $50,000, and the pickups had to be done within
two hours. It was a sellers market, and they would not last at
these prices!

Mariah awoke inside a wooden cage, still tied up. She was being
kept in a large underground dockside made of stone, with the
girls cages lined up near the waters edge. She had a foam
mattress to lay on, and was covered with a wool blanket. She
could see other girls in the cages beside her. She drifted in and
out of consciousness, and felt numb and floating, as if she had
way too much cold medicine. She remembered going to Claire's
house, and being let in by a Chinese lady dressed as a worker of
some kind, then nothing until she was suddenly in Claire's
bedroom, being forced to drink down some kind of pill. Her head
hurt. She remembered being forced to breath in the smelly fumes
of the knockout cloth, and she remembered voices arguing over a
price for her. She then woke up here.

She feebly tried her bonds but only succeeded in pushing off the
blanket. She could see her ankles and knees were bound with
pantyhose, her glossy black legs held tightly together. A square
dish sponge had been stuffed in her mouth by her new buyers, and
held firm with cloth strips. She knew she had been sold as some
sort of sex slave, as it was the only thing that made sense to
her. She only had on her red blouse and her hose, the rest of her
clothes being disposed of obviously.

The Korean girl in the cage over from her was being forced to get
up by two Chinese women, and was being walked to a small boat.
She was raven haired, kept in a long ponytail and very pretty but
had small breasts, making her maybe 12. She was wearing a hot
pink leotard, with bare shapely legs and bare feet and was
obviously abducted from her dance or gymnast class.

She was next, they came into her cage, cut her leg bonds, and
walked her to the small speed boat as well. Her legs were very
weak and she was half carried to the boat. She could see it was
dark out. The boat was loaded with 6 girls and they were taken
out into a harbour, towards a large cargo ship. Neither Claire
nor Stacey was with this group that she could tell.

Each girl was marched into a cargo hold in the bowels of the
dingy ship, and taken to a cot. Mariah was handled by two
oriental women who sat her down and stripped off her nylons and
panties, untied her, and then removed her blouse and bra. She was
also ungagged. She sat naked on the cot with one minder as they
other took her pile of clothes and dumped them into a large
cardboard box along with the rest of the captives clothing.

Blouses, jeans, sock, panties, nylons, all went in. Some girls
were already hysterical and crying, Mariah was too weak still to
make a fuss but she was afraid. The minders all went to a large
box and pulled out packages of pink body tights for their
charges, selected the right size, either girls small or medium,
and went back to the cots where the young teens waited. The
single garment was easier than the socks, shorts and blouses
other shipments were sent in.

The minder tore open the package and took out a body tight for
Mariah, and slipped the neck scoop under her leg and pulled up
the pink garment to her toe, then with the other leg. She was
stood up and the tights were pulled up over her ample breasts and
she was helped through the shoulder straps. Done. She was sat
down and suddenly felt a sharp sting on her arm, the other lady
had injected her with a syringe of clear fluid while the other
lady had distracted her by stroking her thigh. She was laid down
on the cot, one lady holding her shoulders as the other grasped
her shapely calves at the foot of the cot and held her firmly.
Both minders babbling at her in Chinese.

Mariah knew they were just waiting for her to lose consciousness.
Suddenly she panicked, and started to squirm, as the events of
the day finally caught up with her. She was held firmly, her
minders knowing how to handle frightened little girls. She
started to get very sleepy, and dozed off to the sounds of crying
and struggling, as each girl was knocked out after changing with
a similar anesthetic shot. The box with their original clothes
was burned and tossed into the sea, as was the usual practice.

Mariah was left to doze, it would be night fall before the drug
would wear off. She was checked to see if she was out, then her
minders went to work removing any remaining makeup she had, nail
paint, and looked for any missed jewellery or items. A doctor
came by, pulled down her garment and checked her young vagina,
satisfied she was as fresh as advertised. Little did she know
that she had caused quite a stir with her sellers, who had
received a record $170,000 for her cheerleader puss, from a
wealthy bidder, who was smitten by her looks, and would pay
whatever he had to for her.

The only serious incident during the voyage happened when a
Pilipino crewman paid off the guard on duty and snuck into the
slaves hold in the early hours of the fourth day at sea. Drunk
and overcome with lust, he plugged the youngest beauty with his
Vaseline slickened manhood, after gagging her with a rag, and
tying her wrists up, and slicing through the crotch of her tight
pink outfit. She was discovered with her attacker on top of her
by one of the minder woman, stuffing his rod into the helpless 12
year old Korean gymnast, who had been sold for $110,000 to a
banker in Manila.

Now her ruined sex would only be worth half that, as she was
taken by the lust filled sailor, who had spied her pretty body
and watched her during the one hour exercises they were allowed
above deck each day. She kicked and squirmed as her highly prized
snatch was violated in a blood smeared mess of rape. The girls
were awoken from the sounds of the commotion, and the entire hold
was full of screams and panicking girls and their minders, before
order was restored.

Next morning the offending sailor was shot by the captain through
the head with a pistol, and thrown overboard, as was the guard
who was paid off. The minder on duty was beaten within an inch of
her life, and would be sold herself as a whore in the company's
brothel. Incidents like that were very rare, and it had to be
known that the penalties for causing such a stupid loss of profit
was death.

The young girl, Susan, was shot up with heroin on the final day
of the voyage, and also sold as a child whore, she ended up in
Bangkok. After this incident new regulations went into place on
board the slaver ships, there were to be no men in the holds,
ever, even as guards, and a video camera setup was installed to
prevent such incidents from happening again, and there was always
two minders awake and on duty to oversee their precious
passengers, both armed with billie clubs and emergency buzzers.

Ten days later Mariah was in Tokyo, residing in a large
penthouse. It was explained that her new role was to be a
concubine and servant, and she was to do the bidding of her man
after his long work days. She was to answer to his beck and call,
and would be severely punished for disobedience.

On her second night, she was forced to party with her new owner,
a 40 something Japanese Yakuza. She was dressed in a red silk
robe with no underclothes, her makeup lavish with a Japanese
geisha theme. Her sweet virginity was taken after her third
spiked drink was forced upon her by his assistant, a grey old man
who was also his girl master. His yellowish, fat 8 inch dong
plowed her tender girlhood and she wept openly at how cruel fate
could be, overcome with the pain. Her wrists were held firm and
his pelvic thrusts taught her about being all grown up at 14.

Her friends at school used to giggle about how oriental men
didn't have big penises, when they talked of such things. She
decided she knew little of the real world as her innocence was
stolen from her. She felt his stiffness in her depths, her
passage aflame and violated. His garish tattoos on his chest were
visible as he raped his new western girl.

Mariah wrapped her legs around her man's waist, mature enough to
know she was better off in the long run pleasing her obviously
influential owner, and she tried to play her role better. He came
inside her with his pent up need, flooding her sex with his
oriental sperm. He then let her sleep, her nights duty done.
Acquisition #7

Late on a Friday afternoon, Ms. Fung was driving in the van,
alone, looking for fresh girls. She decided to stalk some of the
local mall parking lots. She had just parked and went into the
back to check on her supplies and realised she had no syringes.
Shit, she thought. No morphine or smack that she had was usable
without a rig.

She thought about returning to her motel but decided to stop off
at the pharmacy and get some cold medicine instead, then she
stopped by a liquor store. She had no nitros oxide either, she
put off getting a refill, but that would all be dealt with later.
She would see if she could do anything useful in the meantime.
There was a shipment going to South America in the next few days,
and she needed another girl. She gave up on the mall, but went
inside before it closed and bought some girls sized clothing that
she might need for later, and drove around some more. She passed
a park and spotted a little beauty on her bike.

She was maybe 13, and was dressed in a azure blue swimsuit, and
she was only wearing white knee high socks. It was a hot day, and
Ms. Fung noticed the outdoor pool that was just closing which
explained the girl's attire. She parked and watched her, being
conscious of being too obvious. The girl was a brunette with nice
breasts and shapely legs.

The girl set her bike aside and sat on the swing set, as if she
was waiting for somebody. The sun now cast long shadows in the
small park. Ms. Fung decided to drive up near the grass, and
park, and see if she could get an opportunity. She wished she had
her morphine, all she would need was to get close to her then.
She would have to be careful not to be seen as a threat. She
fished out her small cosh and put it in her black purse.

Ms. Fung walked behind the girl, still on the swing, and
approached her bike. She took out her small knife and stuck the
rear tire, then went back to the van. About 10 minutes later the
girl went over to her bike and got on, started to pedal, and then
realised the tire was flat. She had not gone far. She got off and
looked at the tire. Ms. Fung got out of the van and walked over
to her, she was dressed in blue jeans and a top, looking very
average for a summer day. She had doused some ether on a cloth
and stuffed it into a small clear Ziploc bag in case she needed
it.

"Your bike looks kind of flat," Ms. Fung said, with a becoming
smile. The girl, whose name was Michelle, certainly was not, as
she admired her melon sized breasts that filled out her spandex
one piece suit. She was quite a good prospect, 5" 2" tall, hair
in a ponytail, blue eyes, shapely ass and calves, bronzed skin
from sun tanning. "I don't know what happened to it," she said,
"It was fine when I parked it."

"My daughter left her air pump in the van, if you like, we can
pump it up," Ms. Fung said.

"Well, ok," the girl replied.

"Its just right there, I was going to go for a swim, and then
realised the pool closed already," Ms. Fung said.

"Yah, it closes at six," she said, they both walked over to the
van. Ms. Fung slide the side door open. She went inside and said
"could you just push the front tire up, I can pump it from here."
The girl did as she was asked and Ms. Fung got down to help. She
looked around to see if they were being observed. The sun was low
on the trees, and the park was empty. She pulled out her ether
soaked cloth and walked behind the girl, "Welcome to my lair
child," she said, and clamped the cloth to her face.

The girl kicked and struggled, and Ms. Fung wrestled her to the
grass, enjoying the feeling of her captive's soft, supple body
under her swimsuit, and held the noxious fumes to her face as she
lay on her back. The girl's legs kicked out again, but she
rapidly grew weaker, and before she was out completely, Ms. Fung
picked her up under her arms and flopped her into the van. Then
pulled her all the way in, arms first, her bike too.

She left the semi conscious girl to lay on the mattress, and
drove out of the park to a more secluded area, down a quite
looking side road in a rural area that looked unused. She parked
off the road, and went into the back. Ms. Fung stripped the girl
of her swimsuit and socks and then let her lay down, and regain
her senses. Michelle did so slowly, her head was swimming and she
felt sick. Ms. Fung held her and told her that she needed to be a
good girl or bad things would happen to her. Michelle wept for
awhile but gradually got control of herself, still stunned by her
sudden kidnapping.
Ms. Fung took out a package of red cotton spandex tights, and a
white silky long sleeved top, white knee high socks, still all in
new packaging, and a bag of other essentials she had picked up.
"Lets get you dressed," she said, "I'm going to be looking after
you sweetie."

Michelle was stood in front of her, naked. She slipped on the
garment, too afraid and dizzy to protest, helped by the imperious
lady who made sure they were on properly. Pulling up the tights,
one leg at a time, then up over her abdomen as far as they would
go, over her thin hourglass waist, up almost up to her firm
breasts.
"Can I have some panties, or a bra?" she asked.

SWAP!

SWAP!

Ms. Fung slapped her across her face twice, flat handed. "You
won't need those, just the tights, you wont be hiding your charms
from me!" Ms. Fung scolded her, Michelle stood before her,
stunned and red cheeked. She let out a sob.

Ms. Fung grasped the waistband and pulled out and up,
"Have you ever been dressed in these?" Ms. Fung asked her,
stroking her calf.

"Only, only for Halloween," Michelle replied timidly.

"I'm sure many men would have paid money for you if you let
them," Ms. Fung said to her coolly.

"No, I would never do that!" Michelle protested, shocked at the
degusting thought.

"Sit down then!" Ms. Fung commanded the defeated girl. The lady
produced a bottle of booze and another of some kind of medicine.
She then propped Michelle up on the inside back of the van, still
sitting her on the mattress. She was forced to drink a vodka
lemonade first.

"I, I don't want any," she pleaded.

"Shut your mouth and do as your told girl!" the lady told her
curtly, and held the bottle to her young red lips. "It's this, or
I will use a needle on you. Do you want me to hmm? Ms. Fung asked
her, holding her chin.

"No, no, please don't drug me!" Michelle replied fearfully.

"Perhaps you need the back of my hand then?" Ms. Fung said icily.

"No, no, don't hit me anymore," Michelle pleaded. She was forced
to take gulps again and again, until the bottle of vodka lemonade
was finished. "Please let me go, I want to go home," Michelle
gasped, her blouse stained with spilled booze.

Ms. Fung then unpackaged some cough syrup and produced a spoon.
"What's that for?" Michelle asked wearily.

"Hush girl, and do as I say, you wont care about any of this when
I'm done with you" she said to her, idly massaging her shapely
thigh. She poured dose after dose and made the helpless girl
drink the cherry tasting cough syrup "That's a good girl, all of
it," Ms. Fung said to her.

Michelle started to get dozy, and her speech slurred. "I, I wont
tell what you did, I have school tomorrow," she whispered,
looking confused.

"That's the way my little princess, drink it all down," the
experienced girl handler said, and forced one more spoonful into
her mouth. "The thing is, I can't have, a boyfriend yet..."
Michelle babbled matter-of-factly, eyes glazed. The girl was
getting numb all over. "I think... stuff, I don't have a cold,
she protested.

After a few minutes she was eased down to the mattress, pulled by
her ankles until she was flat on her back, her hair let loose and
her shapely legs splayed out.

"Have you ever been to Hong Kong?" Ms. Fung asked her, caressing
her crotch softly.

"Disneyland..." Michelle murmured, her eyes heavy. Her head was
propped up and Ms. Fung poured the bottle freely into her mouth,
holding her head firmly underneath with the other hand. Some
spilled down her cheek, but she drank. The girl fumbled at the
bottle drunkenly, protesting her drugging, but missed, and then
lay still.

Ms. Fung checked her eyelids, she was unresponsive. That should
do for now she thought. Her captive would not be fretting about
school any more. "It says on the bottle this may cause drowsiness
my dear," Ms. Fung said sarcastically to her beautiful sleeping
form. She had a few days to decide whether to hook her on heroin
for street work, or ship her out. She would see what was needed
from Mr. Big, who she phoned soon afterwards, letting the poor
girl slip into her troubled dreams...

Ms. Fung returned to the Far East once more, satisfied that her
career in the slave trade was going well. She had paid for a new
beach side cabin in Thailand, and looked forward to some vacation
time. Perhaps she would visit her sister's brothel in Bangkok
again, just to check on her siblings thriving business.

Part 3

Acquisition #1

Ms. Fung had watched the school for several weeks, using the
telephoto lens of her camera to zoom in and observe the comings
and goings. The girl she had her eye on was Melody, who was 4"
11", thin, with long dark blonde hair. Her breasts were apple
sized buds, shapely and pert, but as yet immature.

She knew she was between 11 and 13 because it was an elementary
school, and she was a good judge of children's ages.

Ms. Fung had followed Melody off her bus and knew she would walk
down the same path next to the park after class. It was sometimes
a busy area, and Ms. Fung had aborted several attempts at her
target. Her plan was to concuss her with her custom made cosh
club, and then take her to her black Lexus sedan, where she would
be deposited in the trunk for transport.

Ms. Fung watched the class through the lens of her camera, parked
in a business parkade that was closed at this hour, so she could
do it unobserved. The drama rehersal had about a dozen girls, and
the teacher. It was class that was doing a play of some sort, and
each girl was required to wear a costume. Melody was dressed in a
red vietnamese dress with gold trim that had a very high hem,
exposing most of her upper thighs, with her hair done in a bun,
and her legs were clad in flesh colored dancers tights and black
slippers.

The class ended and Ms. Fung drove out to the park, some 2
minutes drive, and parked in the parkade next to the street
entrance. It was moderately wooded, and Melody would be walking
close to the trees, as she usually cut across the park and walked
along a small path for a short distance, to get to her street.
Ms. Fung was dressed in black knee high boots, a black leather
skirt, nylons, a matching coat, and her black purse. She looked
very upscale and proper, her hair done up, and she had a pearl
necklace on.

Ms. Fung saw the girl from her vantage point in the trees, it was
overcast, and there were no others around as Melody walked down
the path. Ms. Fung was pleased to see she was still dressed in
her drama class costume. Her hair was still done in a bun, and
she had a small red bag, and no jacket. She could she she had a
nice walk, and her small breasts were visible under her tight
bodice. Ms. Fung thought the girl was quite daring to be walking
home in such an outfit, and wondered what kind of parents would
let her, such carelessness.

She decided as she approached to walk down the path in the
oncoming direction, holding a small city map in her hands. The
girl walked up to her, and Ms. Fung said "Oh, hello, im trying to
find 14th street". Ms. Fung had never been this close to her and
decided she was maybe 13 or so, and very pretty, with blue eyes
and thick lashes. She had shapely calves that were encased in the
semi gloss tights, and her makeup was very exotic looking, as
were her cherry red lips. Melody stopped, and said "I thinks its
right over there" and pointed, turning her head slightly. Ms.
Fung had her cosh club hidden under the map, and she swung it
over handed, and it hit her target with a "kwhop!" sound on the
top of the surprised girls head. "ughhh" Melody let out, and she
half turned, and her knees gave out. Ms. Fung quickly caught her
and put her arms under the stunned girl and dragged her backwards
to the trees, looking to see if she had been spotted. She went
back and collected her dropped red bag.

Melody had no idea what happened to her. She felt the club? hit
her and everything went gray. She was being dragged into the
woods by the woman, and all her plans on how to handle such a
situation were momentarily knocked out of her senses. She was
dragged into the nearby brush and laid to the grass. Her head
hurt and she tried to scream, but nothing came out except a small
moan. The chinese woman had pulled out a white paper mask with an
elastic strap from her purse, and knelt beside her. She was too
weak to fight her off. "No, no don't" she pleaded, her head was
propped up, and the lady put the mask towards her face and she
fastened the strap around her head, keeping the mask in place.
"Nmm, grmmm" she said. The chinese lady then opened a brown
bottle of liquid and began to splash it on the mask. Melody
kicked her shapely legs in protest, but it did little good. The
lady looked at her without expression as she carried out her
fiendish plans. "This will help your sore head my dear, I had to
club you just once, so don't fret" Ms. Fung whispered to her,
"its time for young princesses to fall sleep" she cooed to her
softly. The strong, sickly sweet smell of the noxious fumes were
overpowering and Melody felt like she was floating. Everything
was very, slow, her vision was getting blotchy. Her legs moved
restlessly up and down, and her arms flailed weakly at her
captors hand. She tried to turn from side to side but the chinese
lady was too strong for her, and Melody gradually weakened as her
head was getting heavy. The lady examined her bright blue eyes
closely, swishing away a few locks of her shiny brown hair from
her face, "sweet surrender" she said to her.

Melody drifted in and out of a sea of drugged sleep, and
eventually opened her fluttering eyes "hmmfff, imm, gnrrnn" she
mumbed in a weak voice beneath the mask. She looked up at the
trees, she knew she should run away, but couldn't find the
strength to get up, or even move. Melody felt her slippers being
removed, and she felt a splash on her face as yet more of the
stinking liquid was splashed on her knockout mask. She felt
gradually warm all over and very tingly, as she breathed in more
and more ether.

She came to, but was very confused and slow witted, through the
ether she was breathing in. Had she been robbed? she thought
dreamily, then she was being picked up by the lady and with her
arms and legs hanging limply, and was deposited in a large car
trunk. The lady was tying her ankles together with pantyhose and
she was tied above the knees as well, her thighs exposed as the
lady worked dextrously with her long red fingernails on her new
bonds. Her tights were still on, and somehow she felt less
violated because of that. She didn't know where her slippers had
gone, then remembered they were taken. Why had she not been
raped? Isn't that what happens next? she thought idly. She felt
very strange, as if she had too much cold medicine, like what
happened to her last year, but she didn't care anymore, she just
drifted along and tried to remember what was going on. Her friend
susan warned her about the park, that there were dirty men there,
but the lady had looked so friendly and she seemed nice.she
couldn't be raped, not, not by a woman she thought.

She was turned over and her slender wrists were bound, then,
suddenly, her mask was taken off and she breathed in fresh air.
She felt tightly trussed up and knew escape was not possible. She
looked down and could see the contrast of the beige pantyhose
that bound her ankles, and thighs, and her tights. The woman
pulled up her short hem, and pulled back the thin material of her
leotard near her crotch, so as to expose the prize beneath, and
looked at her private bud for the first time, inviting and
protected by the thin flesh colored material. Ms. Fung stroked
her mound with her fingers and felt the warm bud beneath, Melody
squirmed only slightly at the tender touch. Melody tried to say
something, but her open mouth was too dry. Ms. Fung then stuffed
a white sock past her lips and tied another one around to keep it
in place. "You won't be able to call for help my child" Melody
was told, her cheeks felt amply stuffed. Finally, Ms. Fung leaned
into the trunk, grasped her head from behind one more time and
held the freshly soaked ether mask to her nose and lips, holding
her firmly as she lay supine in the makeshift hold. "Take that,
one last dose for you, you silly girl" she scolded her. Melody
didn't try to move her head, but surrendered to what she knew was
going to happen. She so hated the smell, and she only protested
with a muffled "glmmpffff", her eyes were glossy and unfocused,
and her eyelids grew heavy and she succumbed to the intoxicant
once again. She was layed down again, and left to doze in her
semi drugged condition. Ms. Fung closed the trunk , her fresh
cargo was on board.

Ms. Fung drove the lexus for 2 hours into a rural area of the
state, to meet with a company transport van. She was very horny,
and considered the young girl in the trunk, and came to a
decision. It was after dark when the lexus pulled up to a large
rv parked in a rural farm leased by the company. The trunk was
opened and Ms. Fung inspected her prize. The young girl was
trussed tightly, and was sleeping, her mouth gagged with
pantyhose and her shapely legs tied up. Ms. Fung picked her up,
and carried her to the rv. Melody gradually regained her senses
and awoke to being untied and layed down on a luxurious double
bed with large pillows.

Ms. Fung whispered to the wide eyed girl. "It was easy enough to
capture you, taking children is my specialty" Ms. Fung said,
sitting next to Melody and caressing her cheek. "Do you want to
me to take you now, my sweet, or shall I let you rest?" Melody
shook her head, and mumbled through her gag. "I have decided to
ruin you, my sweet girl, at great cost to me, and I will deliver
you deflowered, to my master, rather than untouched, as I have my
needs to consider" Ms. Fung told her matter of factly, as she
undid the gag ties, and pulled out the wet sock ball from her
mouth.

"I will moisten your girlhood, and then I will oil myself and
come to you with my horn at the ready!" Ms. Fung teased, and left
the bedroom. Melody was still dazed by the ether, but understood
the woman was talking about having sex with her, and her fears of
rape had been rekindled. "I, I.have to go.." Melody croaked, dry
mouthed, but the woman left the room and did not reply. Just as
Melody thought of trying to get off the bed, the chinese woman
returned. She was dressed in a black leather leotard, barefoot,
with her raven hair down loose. Melody stared open mouthed at the
fiendish device that was strapped to the womans private area, a
black unicorn head with a long horn, almost a foot long, tapering
at the end. It looked, no she thought, it wasn't that was it? "I
know young girls like unicorns, and this one you will be mated
with" Ms. Fung said to her, stroking its long black horn shaft.
"No, no, you shouldn't do that to me" Melody sobbed, but the
chinese woman ignored her and pulled her arms up through her
dress, and then removed her bra and laid her back down on the
bed. She was now only in her flesh tights, her small breasts
exposed with her naked midriff. "Im going to cut out the gusset
of your tights, hold still" and with that Ms. Fung produced a
small scissors and sliced through Melodies hosiery, exposing her
pink slit and small patch of downy pubic hair. Ms. Fung returned
to the dazed girls snatch and started to kiss and lick her cunt
lips. "Ughhh, oh.I musn't" Melody protested, but Ms. Fung parted
her innocent sex with her tongue and wetted her labia. Melody
thought of what was happening to her, she had been abducted, and
was now being molested by a grown woman, who was using her tongue
through a cut in her tights. What would Mrs. Richards, her drama
teacher say of this? She was in her class only hours before.
"Huh, oh my god no, ughh." again she protested as the chinese
lady licked her most private mound.

Melody was finally given relief from her tormentor, but as she
looked up, she saw the woman standing at the foot of the bed, her
unicorn horn glistening with some kind of clear lotion. She
gasped as she stroked her long rubber tool. Ms. Fung smiled at
her and approached the bed. Before Melody could cry out she was
atop her, and slid her arm under her head for support, her toned
muscular legs parting her smooth thighs easily, she pushed her
girlish legs far apart, and she knew the woman was attempting to
position her for sex. "Please, no, im not old enough for this"
she pleaded, wide eyed. Ms. Fung kissed her small breasts, and
her neck, and lips, and Melody did not resist, but she gasped
innocently when she moved to each new part of her body. She felt
the woman's fake penis push at her opening and a warm tingling
flowed through her, and a fear. "I'm going to spear you now my
young one" the woman said, and Melody felt the ram slip into her
opening, and push an inch into her velvet tunnel. "Ghhooohhhnnn!"
was all she could manage, and Ms. Fung slid more and more of the
black unicorn pole into the girls tender sex. Melody felt the
staff slide deep into her, the horn dink sliding along, deep,
into her warm abdomen, down her itching, aching canal. Her legs
were apart, and her feet and calves slid around her lovers legs,
as she kicked out in shock. A deep "shlop, shlop, shlop" sound
accompanied her penetration, as her rapist poled into her virgin
maidenhood. "NO, UGHH, NO, OH, GHUHHH!." Melody let out as the
thick black pole forced its way to her hymen, then past it.
Melody let out a high pitched shrieking cry that only young girls
can make. She was covered in sweat now, deflowered, and she could
see her blood smeared on the womans sex as she did the dirty
business in her. Ms. Fung propped her head up and made her look
at her predicament. The phallus was huge and it swung close to
her pubic bush as she impaled her ever more deeply with long
powerfull strokes. "Please somebody stop her!" she blurted out in
pain and fright, but the deep thrusts continued, her lovers
powerful scent awash in her young nostrils, she only dimly noted
her light toned tights contrasting her bare skin, as she felt her
rubber rod plow deep into her. Ms. Fung smiled at her and held
her hands in hers, enjoying the spectacle of the girls violation.
"Surrender to my wild steed my blue eyed maiden" Ms. Fung said to
her cruelly, "you are my property now".

Ms. Fung called out filthy things in her native tongue, feeling
her pent up need coming forth, she slid her stained tool almost
out of the girls cunt, only to plunge it in again, head deep,
past her ruined folds and into her young captives sex. Melody
sensed the tempo quicken and knew that her assailant was reaching
some kind of terrible crescendo. "I HAVE RUNIED YOU, YOU LITTLE
CHEAP TART!" Ms.Fung cried out in orgasm. "OH MY GOD!!!" Melody
shrieked at the final, terrible pounding she received.

Ms. Fung at last pulled out of Melody, the unicorn dripping her
fresh virgin charms, and let her lay quiet, her hair a tangled
mess and her sex opened red and wet, freshly violated, the bed
stained with the evil deed. The girl captive stared at the
ceiling with her pretty blue eyes and said nothing, defeated and
ruined.

Ms. Fung arranged to send her to a brothel in Mexico and let her
be fucked out there. She would find a fresh victim for the
company's next shipment.

Acquisition #2

The next girl was purely happenstance, as Ms. Fung was driving
back from a drug buy on her way to a motel she was staying at for
a few days before starting a new assignment.

Ms. Fung picked up a hitch hiking teen brunette girl, skinny and
sexy looking in her painted on blue jeans, tight enough you could
see her pantylines. She had walked home after a late party, and
was desperate for a ride after breaking up with her boyfriend who
she had caught kissing another girl. She wasn't far from home,
and she was carefull never to hitch a ride with men. Ms. Fung
pulled over when she saw her, and was prepared to force the girl
into the car if she didn't come willingly. The girl looked naïve
and gratefull as she swung open the passenger door of the dark
sedan for her, and soon they were driving into the night. Ms.
Fung made an excuse to pull over, saying she needed to look at
her street map, and rendered her passenger unconscious with an
ether soaked rag she had hidden in the glove compartment before
driving her to a cheap motel where she was carried inside,
stripped and clothed for her eventual rape and sale.

Ms. Fung made the call, and a local pimp with connections to the
company would pick her up within the hour. She enjoyed selling
girls to pimps, to be dressed up as sluts. Ms. Fung stripped the
girl of her jeans, and threw them aside, and slid her pink
panties down her legs as well as her bra. She was left in just
her white knee high socks, and her white short sleeved top.

13 year old Stephanie came to her senses in the dimly lit motel
room, on some kind of large couch. She was tied up with pantyhose
around her ankles, knees, and her thin wrists were tied behind
her back. She just had on her white silk undershirt and thick
knee high socks, she saw her uncovered bush, and was afraid. Her
head hurt and she was confused, where were her clothes? Was she
being kidnapped? The woman who had obviously knocked her out with
some kind of ether soaked cloth, the last thing she remembered
was slipping into a hazy high from the awfull smelling cloth that
the lady had forced on to her face. Struggle as she did, she was
very strong, and she was too weak to fight her off, despite all
the thrashing and kicking she had done. The woman now came
through the door, resplendent in her black spandex dress, white
nylons, and thigh high red leather boots. As she remembered, she
was chinese, middle aged, and well toned, with her black hair in
a ponytail. She was carrying a small bag and sat at a nearby
wooden table. "I see you are awake my princess" she said in a
thickly accented tone, "don't struggle my young one, my bonds
will easily hold you" she said with her back to her. She looked
to be preparing some kind of small needle. She was heating a
spoon up with a lighter, and she drew the needle until a brownish
liquid was drawn into the syringe. "Hmmffff!", Stephanie
protested through her cloth gag, but that's all she could do. She
struggled to move but was tightly bound. She had heard of girls
being drugged and raped she thought fearfully. The chinese pimp
got up, holding the needle in her hand and knelt beside her on
the carpet. She stroked her captives bare thigh and said to her
"I need a new bitch to sell for a street brothel my sweet, and
you are so very young and pretty", she said, tussling her long
brown locks in front of her blue eyes. "This wont hurt, it's a
powerful opiate that will render you to my purpose, like so many
before you!". Stephanies eyes were wide with fear. "So pretty,
your rear end and coltish legs will fetch a high price. I have
turned out many girls to the street young one, you will enjoy the
attention the handsome men give you". With that. she stuck her in
the right thigh with a sharp jab. "Hgmfffff, grmmm", she managed,
and Ms. Fung pushed the contents into her muscle, then withdrew.
"You have been turned out" she whispered to her with fake
surprise, looking into her pretty face.

Stephenie felt the sting, and the burning sensation as she was
injected. She panicked, and struggled anew, but her legs were
bound too tight. In a few minutes the heroin got into her blood
stream, and she was doomed to the life of a whore. Ms. Fung
ungagged her, and knelt close, making sure it would do its work.
"What have you given me?" she said in a far away voice. "I , imm,
nuh hughh"." and her speech slurred badly, and her eyes glazed.
Her head went down to the arm of the couch. Stephenies captor
expertly put her tangled long brown hair in a ponytail with an
elastic. Ms. Fung then cut her bonds with a small knife, and
proceeded to caress her long legs, now free. Her wandering hand
stroked her bare vaginal mound, and watched her closely as she
succumbed to the street drug. Ms. Fung stroked her calf with her
red long red nails, digging into her skin. Stefanie groaned and
whimpered. She told her how pretty she was, and how she was going
to be wearing pretty dresses for her boyfriends. The euphoria of
the heroin gave the girl a moist crotch, and Ms. Fung playfully
slid her experienced hands over her damp girlhood, manipulating
what she could with her long fingers.

A handsome black woman, young and very muscular, with long black
hair and fine features approached from the shadows and knelt
beside Stephanie. The new friend was dressed in a white skirt,
black blouse and shiny tan nylons. She wore nothing on her feet.
Before the girl knew it, she was being orally serviced by the
experienced womans tongue. Stephenie lay there and let the
sensation wash over her as the woman tongued and sucked at her
vaginal lips. The young captive began to moan, but she could
barely keep her eyes open. Ms. Fung knew that the heroin had been
a good, potent dose. Stephenie became increasingly restless. She
groaned and squirmed as the strange woman performed orally on
her. Stephenies hands moved over the womans back, but the girl
did not resist her molestation. The chinese woman cradled her
head while sitting on her knees near the couch, and kissed her
deeply, tonguing her warm lips. Stephenies crotch was on fire in
the black womans mouth despite her drugging and her inexperience,
deep down, she was ashamed but at the same time, her immature sex
responded to her velvet tongue! After a few minutes the girl felt
her warm vaginal juices flow into the mouth of the black woman,
which were eagerly sucked. "You are going to be a number one
girl" Ms. Fung whispered to her, and french kissed her again.
After finishing her tongue washing, Stephenies amour looked
knowingly to Ms. Fung, who nodded in agreement, yes, the girl
would be a fine addition. Stephenie suddenly gagged and coughed a
few times, but then remained quiet. She was completely gooned on
the heroin dose the procuress had forced upon the foolish ninth
grader. Her face was smeared with Ms. Fungs lipstick, her fresh
flower wet with the attention of her new owner. She was rolled
over on the roomy couch to expose her smooth girlish buttox.

The nubian amazon slid her nylons down, and expertly tied a large
rubber dong to her crotch. The girl was grabbed around her thin
waist, while Ms. Fung applied some sex lube to her puckered anus.
Stephenie felt the pressure of the first thrust, catching her by
surprise, then the warm sensation as the foreign prick slid into
her rectum, and deep into her unbroken anal innocence, "ughh" she
said in a quiet voice. "Relax bitch, take my man meat" the rapist
pimp whispered to her. "I have all the right equipment slut
child, hold still" she said to her. With a wet sound, the girls
rear end was speared, and her pain was evident by the high
pitched scream she gasped. There was intense pain, but at some
point through her young tears, a dull realization that she was
being fucked by a rubber dink, and she relaxed, fascinated and
ashamed through the fog of her drugging. Stephenie knew some
boundary had been crossed, that there was no returning to as she
felt the warm rubber of her lesbian lover slide past her
contracting sphincter, and she let out another small whimper of
pain and uncertainty.

After several minutes of pounding the girls smooth rear end the
black woman called out in orgasm, holding the girls waist in her
hands, digging into her sides with her fake nails, as she let her
orgasm flow freely. Stephenies head was slumped forward, her rear
end aflame in numbing pain from the fleshy piston, her breathing
fast and shallow. At last the rapist withdrew her dark, nine
inch, wet dink, wet with anal lubricant. Stephenie fell forward
on the couch, dazed by her rape, sobbing quietly."That was worth
the long drive, to break in your sweet ass baby" the black pimp
said to Stephenie, caressing her sore bottom. She was satisfied
that her rape would weaken her spirit, yet she could still
advertise her vaginal freshness, assuming she had not been banged
yet. No matter, it was all in the packaging of the merchandise.
She produced a kotex and wiped her rectum clean. "I don't want
you to soil your bottom" she said to her, and sprayed her rear
end with a cheap perfume, misting her liberally. "There there, my
pretty" she whispered, "all dry and better".

Ms. Fung pulled off the girls ribbed knee highs, and put her into
a pair of plain cheap flesh colored nylons for her journey.
Sucking cock would be taught to her by her new owner, which was
specified over the phone, and that was fine by Ms. Fung, she
needed to get moving anyways.

Next, the black pimp put a red wig on the raped girl, a short
black spandex skirt, and then slid a pair of thigh high black
velvet boots over her glossy legs. She was given a pink blouse,
that was tied in a knot above her belly button, her shapely
breasts needed no bra. Then Ms. Fung applied a quick makeup job
of red lipstick, eye liner, and some blush. She protested weakly
as she was guided to the waiting sedan, unsteady on her 4 inch
boot heels, still finding it hard to walk with her ass so
recently plugged, with Ms. Fung and "Sharon" on each arm.
Stephenie sat in the back of the car, still very stoned and
watched the the black rapist hand over a wad of large bills
wrapped in an elastic to Ms. Fung. She noticed her makeup and wig
in the mirror, she thought she looked like a total slut, but
didn't care. She thought s her boots looked great, but they
pinched. She layed down in the backseat, she just wanted to
sleep. She could sense the car was moving, and she passed out to
the sounds of the highway.

Stephenie was arrested under the alias of "Ginger" six months
later by some vice cops who had done a name check on her after a
prostitution sting. She was upset by having to go back to her
parents, and preferred life as a call girl by this time anyways,
and felt that Juarto, her pimp, loved her and would eventually
marry her and take her to Venezuala as his wife. Her first trip
to a store after she ran away from home was to shoplift some
glossy white pantyhose, slippers, red hair dye, and makeup, and
she needed to fix too, she knew her lover didn't like her sick
from withdrawals, she got very bitchy without her smack.

The security guard who caught up to her in the back parking lot
was convinced into letting her go, impressed by the runaways
shapely rear and calves, as he slid the glossy pantyhose on her
skinny legs behind a shipping truck. The guard undid his zipper,
and pushed the under aged hooker to her knees, indicating the
price of freedom. Stephenie eagerly sucked the older man's cock,
it was just business. Stephenie didn't get far after that, a
smooth talking chickenhawk followed her and lured her into his
nearby flop house, promising her a place to stay the night.
Stephenie was fucked, and turned out by her new owner in a new
dress, black heels, pantyhose, a blonde wig, and a hit of shit.
By nightfall she was standing on a new corner, smiling and
showing her well shaped fishnet clad thighs to passing cars. Her
new pimp was never far from her side, and enforced his will with
a rubber truncheon. Stephenie was promised if she made $1000 he
would help him find her lover, which was a lot of cock to suck.

Acquisitions # 3-7

Ms. Fung got a call from Mr Big, there was a recent bust of one
of Bejing Tradings brothels in Bangkok, mainly to placate foreign
police services, and they were very short of new girls. Mr Big
needed merchandise and he wanted it quickly. Ms. Fung was ordered
to get a shipment to Thailand as soon as possible, and was wired
the funds she needed.

Ms. Fung decided that bold action was required, she would kidnap
an entire ballet class from their studio, and have them shipped
out. She spent the next few weeks carefully identifying the right
studio, and found one in "A B C Dance" a small ballet school on
the outskirts of a coastal city. She went in to attend several
adult classes herself, so she got to know the instructors, and
the layout. Ms. Forbes taught all the classes, which were small,
and she gained a schedule of the girls only classes, taught in
the evenings. She made sure none of the parents stayed when they
dropped off the girls, they only returned about an hour later to
collect them. Perfect.

Ms. Fung rented a motel room and flew in Rodney and Phoebe and
they met for a strategy session. Rodney wanted payment of one of
the girls, in lieu of cash, the pervert, Ms. Fung thought with a
smile, and Phoebe would take one for Dereks stall. The rest would
go to Bangkok. They paid cash for another used RV, and stripped
it so it could be used to transport their cargo to a secluded
area, where a ship would meet them on the beach of a secluded
park. The girls would be transported by outboard skiff to the
waiting slave ship, where it would sail for Thailand.

The RV had foam mats, and wool blankets on the floor, and enough
supplies for their needs.

When the night came, Ms. Fung changed into her ballet instructor
costume, which was a wine spandex skirted leotard, white tights,
black legwarmers and ballet pink slippers. The class in question
was a junior 10-14 class, and the girls were not yet on pointe.
Rodney dropped her off near the studio, with Phoebe, who was
dressed in a blue leotard and white tights, and would play the
role of another student. Rodney would drive the RV and make sure
nobody fucked with them. He parked in the back lot and waited.

Ms. Fung walked into the lower entrance with Phoebe, but waited
there. The place was located in a strip mall that only had
daytime stores, so there was no other business, and it was after
dark, on a fall evening. It was a simple ballet studio, with a
studio, an office, and a washroom. Phoebe went through the door
and upstairs to where they knew Ms. Forbes would be waiting in
the studio about a half hour before class began. Phoebe had her
purse over her jacket and smiled at Ms. Forbes, who was warming
up at the barre. She informed her that the teen class was in two
hours. Phoebe approached the lady, resplendent in her black
unitard and black tights, a shapely caucasion woman in her late
30s. She had her blonde hair in a bun. She said "oh, I guess im
early, can I still register for a drop in class". Ms. Forbes
replied "Of course, you can." and that's as far as she got as
Phoebe swung her cosh club and caught the woman on her temple
with a dull wooden thud. She fell to the floor on her knees, and
Phoebe stood over her and delivered another blow. The stunned
ballerina never knew what hit her. She was pulled her by her
ankles across the dance floor to the small office. She hit her
again for good measure, and tied her up. She put a surgical mask
over her face, and splashed ether over it. She mumbled and
squirmed but she wasn't going anywhere.

Ms. Fung came into the studio, set to be the replacement
instructor, and Phoebe managed the phone in the office with the
door closed, with the stunned teacher trussed in the corner.

The first girl to arrive was 13 year old Kaitlan, who was always
early. She had a black leotard, ballet pink tights, and her dance
bag was carried over her shoulder. Her black hair was in a bun.
She walked in, sat down and took off her runners right away, she
didn't even notice Ms. Fung yet. The girl took her pink leather
slippers out of her bag, and slid them on. She took off her coat
and walked over to the barre. "Oh, hello" she said as she finally
noticed Ms. Fung by the office door. "Hello, im Ms. Trent, I will
be teaching tonight as Ms. Forbes called in with car trouble" Ms.
Fung replied, smiling. The girl bought the story, why wouldn't
she? and began stretching at the barre, her long shapely leg
extending, her pointed toes. Ms. Fung decided she would go to
Bangkok, and smiled and made a note of her name on a pad of
paper, pretending to get to know her.

"Shwack!.Thwop!", and the girl was concussed from behind with a
sock full of metal pellets. Phoebe, who watched from a crack in
the slightly open office door, quickly ran out and dragged the
unconscious girl to the office, where she was bound, and given an
ether mask.

Some minutes later Rodney appeared at the door with a frightened
looking Christine, all of 14, a lily complexioned brunette with
pretty blue eyes, who was dressed in a white long sleeved
leotard, ballet pink tights, runners, and her hair was also in a
bun. "Im taking this bitch" he said to Ms. Fung, who was waiting
by the barre. "Take her into the washroom, and make sure she
stays quiet after your sordid love making!" Ms. Fung said,
looking at the girl. "No!!!, somebody help me eeeeehhhh!" she
squealed, and Rodney took her by the waist and dragged her
through the washroom doors. Ms, Fung noticed the poor girl had
peed herself in fright, a wet patch over her crotch.

"Fuck Rodney, shut her up!" Phoebe said as she opened the office
door. Rodney slapped the girl a few times, and stripped her of
her shoes and coat, as she sobbed on the bathroom floor. He cut
her leotard and her wet tights with a knife, and went down on
her, moistening her virgin cunt for his black rod, within minutes
her pink legs were kicking out as she was penetrated, gagged on
her own socks so she couldn't scream. Her tears were soon
streaming down her cheeks as she was plugged by her first cock.
She wondered in her shocked state if she would be expelled from
the Nutcracker performance if they knew she had been raped?
"Ughhh, huhhh" she let out as she was brought back to her current
predicament, the black mans dong stuffing her, the smelly man
scent atop of her delicate body...

Shannon, 12 a pretty short haired blonde came in with Brandie,
16, a large breasted auburn haired philipino beauty with very
long legs. They both wore long sleeved black leotards and ballet
pink tights and pink legwarmers. Ms. Fung waited for them to
change, spinning the same story to the young girls. She had them
at the ballet barre for a few minutes and then called Shannon
into the office "I just need to confirm your previous experience"
she said to the naïve blonde girl, it sounded good, while Phoebe
went to talk to Brandie. Ms. Fung could just hear Brandie being
knocked out, "what is that thing?" she asked Phoebe before she
was shown exactly what it was. Ms. Fung grabbed the pretty
Shannon from behind, and muffled her gasps as she saw the two
tied up figues, one was her teacher, on the office floor. The
blue cloth was sickly sweet with ether and she couldn't breath.
The chinese lady kept the pressure on her face as she felt
herself be guided to the carpeted floor to her knees in a dreamy
haze, her legs not working properly. She knew she was being
knocked out and she was so very frightened. Her next clear memory
was being tied up with somebodys pantyhose, as she lay with her
back to the wall, and she saw Brandie being dragged into the room
by another ballet student, whom she didn't recognize. They must
be robbing the place she thought, her slippers and leg warmers
were pulled off, and the lipstick smeared cloth was brought to
her face again by the chinese lady who had tricked her. "Hush my
darling" the lady cooed to her, as she strattled the dancer on
the floor, and she again slipped into a hazy fog, her head held
firmly for the treatment.

Rodney grunted, and pumped his princess full of his hot come, and
slowly slid his prick out of the teenaged ballerina. She lay
still, shocked and in pain from the brutal coupling, her pink
legs held wide by the naked black thighs of her attacker. She
babbled a few incoherent phrases, and stared at the ceiling.
Rodney pulled out a bottle of aspirin, popped the top, and
sprinkled some coke on the girls nose. She was made to breath it
in, then she was carried out of the studio over his shoulder, her
arms and legs dangling. She was high, numb on the coke, and well
fucked, which is how he liked them. A small spot of blood and
semen was left on the bathroom floor, some of it smeared by
footprints.

The girls were deposited into the RV by Rodney, along with Ms.
Forbes, who would be taken to Mexican pimp and shipped to
Tijuana, to be drugged and worked. Christine would end up at
Derek the Dykes, as Rodney owed her money, the remaining three
would go to Thailand. All the captives were trussed, and had
surgical masks doused with ether over their faces. Every hour
during the drive to the coat, Phoebe would splash some more on
their masks, keeping them stupified. The RV stopped at an
abandoned gas station, and Ms. Forbes was dragged out to a
waiting car by two mexican men. She was carried and dropped into
the trunk of the green Lexus sedan. The car left and an hour
later a decrepid white van pulled in. Christine was carried out
by Phoebe and Rodney, and deposited in the back, they would drive
to Dereks brothel with the drugged girl. Christine made the
mistake of struggling in the back of the van, she sensed she was
being taken away for good (she was right), and Rodney slapped her
several times, undid his pants and forced her to sniff more
cocaine and then give him a blowjob, her first. She was suitably
subdued for the rest of the drive, and was getting a craving for
the white powder that her black rapist kept giving her. Her pink
tights were stripped off her, and she lay in the back of the van
in just her leotard, the snaps undone showing off her bare bush
as she lay on the mattress. Ms. Fung drove away with the RV to
the meeting spot with the ship.

One month later.

Brandie was craving her candy, and she wanted her man to make her
feel better. She was being taken from behind by a fat white sex
tourist, with a big dong, who finally came in her ruined cunt,
and then left her on the dingy bed. Her man came in, a thai pimp
who worked her day and night, and he finally gave her another
shot of the brown drug that made her terrible cravings stop. She
was a platinum blonde now, and she craved the smack that she had
been given to her by her employers. She remembered the first
time, of course, she cried and squirmed as the two heavy set men
held her to the bed, and the needle was plunged into her naked
ass. She didn't mind now, and quickly did the belt around her arm
for her man as he guided the syringe into her vein, there, sooo,
much.better.she was told to dress in her black spandex skirt and
leather boots, and get her ass out into the bar, it was almost
closing time, and she might get another date before being done
for the night. She touched up her makeup, put her hair into a
sassy ponytail, pulled on her worn glossy beige pantyhose,
spandex skirt, black blouse and boots, and made her way to the
bar, downstairs. She knew Phat loved her, he was just upset about
her "lazy western ways", as he called them, and she knew she had
to do better. He had made her feel so special when she first came
here, almost a month ago. He didn't like her having sex with
other men, but she needed to bring in revenue for him.

She sat on the barstool and showed off her legs to passing men,
who could see her young shapely thighs from the busy Bangkok
street, the armed doormen never far from view. Phat would play
coy until he knew a western man would pay top dollar for her,
then arrange for a room for the two of them. It was the off
season in Thailand, and there were not as many johns on the
street, and so Phat took her upstairs to blow him which was her
nightly chore. She kneeled at the foot of her bed, undid his
zipper, and soon was massaging his brown cock with her
experienced tongue. Her pretty head bobbed up and down on the
dong. "Ughh, you good girl eh? You make Phat happy happy man" he
told her as she tasted the salty come of her owner in her mouth,
as he let out a groan of pleasure, and she sucked it all down, as
per his orders. She was such a good girl.

Acquisition # 8

Ms. Fung was back on the west coast, overseeing one of Bejing
Trading Companys waterfront stores in a major city. It was a
front for a brothel, disguised as a souvenir shop, featuring
goods from Taiwan and China, clothes, lamps, kicknacks of all
sorts. It was located near the waterfront, and had a lower level,
that was accessed through a floor hatch in the back. She made
sure there were always advertisements for great deals, a free
phone, customer washroom, and signs in the window for special
discounts for students.

She was dressed in a green silk dress, with black flats, her hair
done up, looking very much like a traditional Chinese woman for
her customers. It was 11pm, time for closing, and she locked the
front door and went into the back, through a black curtain. She
went over to the safe in the corner of the back office, and
withdrew a small black bag. She then threw aside an area rug that
revealed a wooden hatch. She opened it with a creaking sound, and
went downstairs.

She went down a narrow hallway to a wooden door with a small
sliding window. She looked inside, then unlocked the door with a
large iron key. The stone walled room was quite small, and only
had a bed and a sink and toilet. The bed itself was wooden, and
was low to the floor. A caucasion girl, with long brunette hair
was laying down on the plain brown blanket. She was dressed in a
blue silk chinese dress, embroidered with a dragon, her legs were
clad in glossy white pantyhose, and she had her right leg up at
the knee. The girl was no older than 18, to be sure, Ms. Fung
surmised. She had already been given heroin of course, and her
clothing changed. Over the last two days she had been injected
regularly by Ms. Fung. It was time for another dose. The girl was
sleeping restlessly, and Ms. Fung took out the works from
thesmall bag and arranged them beside her. Once the syringe was
ready, she pushed her leg over, and slid up her dress to expose
her shapely ass. The girl moaned, but did not speak. Ms. Fung
stuck her in her right buttox and emptied the addictive opiate
into her. There. She kicked weakly, and opened her blue eyes, but
they were unfocused, the eyes of a junkie..."just a little bee
sting yes?" the chinese lady said to her, "shhhh", and she kissed
her forehead.

Sandra was a runaway, and had made it out to the coast to escape
an abusive home. She had lived on the street for several months,
shoplifting and stealing to get buy. She had so far managed to
avoid the pimps and perverts who had come across her path. She
had only been in town a few days, and hooked up with another
runaway girl, who told her that the tourist shops were easier
pickings for shoplifting, as they tended not to have in store
security. She had decided to stop in to "The Great Wall Antiques"
a small tourist store that only had one lady inside.
Unfortunately for pretty Sandra, that lady was Ms. Fung. She had
stolen enough clothes and makeup to pass as a pretty tourist
girl, and the evening that she went into the store, she was
dressed in a tight blue long sleeved top, black knee length skirt
with a wide gold belt, black tights, and knee high velvet boots.
Her hair was in a ponytail.

Ms. Fung could tell she was acting a part, but wasn't sure what
it was, so she did here usual chinese-lady-not-mutch-english
"routine", that all the tourists expected, and tried to figure
the pretty teenager out.

A couple entered the store, and browsed, while Ms. Fung smiled
and sat behind the cash register. She watched Sandra clumsily
pocket a small pendant in her front pocket, and pretended to
continue shopping. The couple left, and just as Sandra was
heading for the door, Ms. Fung grabbed her arm. "What the fuck
are you doing" she protested to Ms. Fung. "You have taken with no
pay" Ms. Fung replied, and with a very strong grip, marched the
girl into the back, through the black curtains. "Sit down, im
calling the police on you" she said, waiting to see her reaction.
Sandra sat on the office chair, and was finally overcome with her
ordeal. She started to cry, and told Ms. Fung that she was a
runaway, and that she just wanted to go home.

Ms. Fung listened to her tale, and assured her that she was best
to talk to the police when they came, and they would make sure
that she got back home. Sandra gave back the pendant and was very
apologetic. She just wanted it to be all over!

Ms. Fung convinced her to take her boots off and relax, and
provided a foot stool for her while she sat back in the chair.
Ms. Fung pretended to call the police, and assured her that they
were on their way. She watched the girl closely, and decided that
her story was genuine. "I need to put the pendant in this safe
for now" she told the girl, and opened up the safe behind the
desk. Ms. Fung quickly took out a small white square of paper,
with a 1/16th of smack, and sprinkled it into a 1cc syringe, and
inserted it into a small water bottle and pulled in ½ cc. There
was no time to mix it very well. She walked behind the girl while
she spoke, "I hope your parents will understand what an ordeal
you have been through" she said sympathetically. Sandra sat cross
legged on the chair, resting her chin on her hands "I think so, I
mean, I have been away for so long you, know?", and Ms. Fung
pricked her in her left shoulder and pressed the contents in. As
she did so she pretended to fall, and pinched Sandra on her kneck
with her hand. "Oh I am sorry, this carpet caught my toe" she
lied to the girl. "Ouch, ughh, ok, that's ok" Sandra replied,
unaware that she had been drugged. Ms. Fung took in her aroma,
cheap perfume, shampoo, and teenage girl skin, she was getting
wet.

Sandra thought she was so lucky to find somebody to help her, and
now that she knew she was going home, felt so much better. She
stretched out her legs on the foot stool, showing of her shapely
calves in her black cotton tights. She rubbed her shoulder which
was sore.

Ms. Fung walked to the front door, and locked it, and put the
closed sign up. She then returned to the back, and drew her own
chair next to the girl. She chatted with her and waited for the
result. Sandra was talking comfortably with the chinese lady, and
felt her hand stroke her calf from underneath affectionately, her
touch tingled. The lady was, looking at her, and she, she felt,
it was so warm in here?, and she stared at the lady. "I, I,
umm.." she said, and the rush hit her brain. She flopped her head
over the side of the chair, and felt the euphoria, she tried to
focus but could not. The next thing she knew she was on the
floor, her limbs quite useless. She gasped for air, her mouth was
so dry, and she heaved but didn't get sick. She felt herself be
pulled along the carpet, and down a hatch in the floor, her legs
going "thump.thump" on each step as she was dragged ever deeper
downstairs, and into captivity.

Acquisition #9

Tamara was on vacation with her parents, and they had gone on a
one day excursion on their own, leaving her in the four star
hotel by herself. Her mother didn't approve of course, but she
had argued with her that at 16, she was old enough. She promised
to stay in the hotel, but as the evening wore on, she decided to
go shopping on her own, just for a few hours. She wore a white
lacy long sleeved sweater, brown skirt, above the knees with a
side slit, plain nylons, and matching soft knee high brown boots
with a heel. Her hair was blonde, worn long and loose, and she
had green eyes. She was petite and very pretty, with nice pert
breasts in a flesh toned bra.

Two hours later she was in room #3, as it was known, in the
underground of Ms. Fungs store/brothel, she had been lured
downstairs and knocked out. The chatty girl gave away too much
information to the chinese whoremaster, who wasn't about to let
the flirty tart just walk out of her store. Ms. Fung promised her
a better deal on the red chinese dress she was looking at, and
told her the best stock was kept downstairs, which of course, it
was. She walked down the stairs and into the small hallway that
had three doors before she realized that it didn't seem right,
there were not any dresses down here. Ms. Fung easily clubbed her
and dragged her into the empty room. Her muffled cry would not
have been heard from the street above. She moaned as she was
dragged by her arms into the room, her boots scraping along the
floor.

"You are going to be my number one whore" she told the girl as
she came to on the bed. She had her boots removed, and she was
laying on a cheap wool blanket, her head throbbing, but now
resting on a pillow. The chinese lady was tying her up, and
before she could mouth a protest, her mouth was stuffed with a
rag, and a piece of black tape was fastened over her lips. Her
skirt was yanked off, as was her top. Her bra snap was undone and
pulled away. She was then roughly rolled on her side and her
wrists were tied tight behind her back with white rope, then her
ankles were crossed, and she was trussed up. The chinese woman
looked her over like she was a piece of beef in a shop, and then
left her in the room, taking her clothes with her. Ms. Fung knew
the girl didn't need to be tied, but she wanted the full effect
of her kidnapping to break her will. Tamara heard the door locked
with a loud metal grinding sound. Tamara struggled but her bonds
held, her purse and boots had also been taken away, and she was
left in just her nylons, tied up and left in the cold room. As
the hours passed it grew dark. She couldn't believe what the
woman had told her, she was to be a prostitute? No, no! her mind
reeled, this couldn't happen to her! How could she have been so
naïve? To walk downstairs as the woman so easily duped her, and
to be so brazen! She was clubbed with no warning, and had no
chance to call out for help. She knew at 16, she would be an
attractive target for men who payed for sex.the woman had
procured her for some kind of whorehouse. Tamara knew the chinese
lady must be working for some very bad people she thought
desperately!

Some hours later the barred window creaked open and the
mysterious woman peered through at Tamara. Her heart began to
race, not knowing what was coming next. A bald black man looked
in next, eyeing her body, he looked maybe 40 something. The
window closed, and the girl could hear the iron key in the door.
The chinese woman sauntered in, alone, holding a large bottle of
wine. Ms. Fung sat on the edge of the bed, took the tape off her
mouth, and pulled out the rag that had stuffed her cheeks.

"Please, im not ready for this" Tamara pleaded pathetically.
"Hush now, my girl, you did well, and look at the price you
fetched" Ms. Fung told her, showing her a thick wad of bills that
were rolled in her other hand, to show the captive what was
happening to her. "You work for me now, I am your mistress my
child, and your sex belongs to me". Tamara lay back in shock,
"you cant keep me here, I don't belong to you" she said, but
without much conviction. "Who gave you that money?" Tamara asked.
"You know who did, don't you?" Ms. Fung responded, "I can buy
many things with the men who will pay me!" and she laughed.

"Time for us to drink some, yes? I need you silly and cheerful,
and not so sullen" Ms. Fung said to her. The chinese lady popped
the plastic twist cap of the bottle, some cheap wine that would
suit the purpose "Sunset Vineyards" she could read on the label.
She propped up the girls head and put the bottle to her lips
"drink until I say to stop, if you resist, I will beat you" she
said icily. Tamara was very frightened, and agreed with a nod.
She gulped the red wine, and the chinese lady ensured she
swallowed plenty. Tamara noted her current state, she was naked
save a pair of nylons, bound at her ankles and wrists, being
forced to drink booze by a woman who had kidnapped her, and had
taken money from men to possibly rape her. She could not yet come
to grips with it, and as she thought that, she felt the embrace
of the womans arms, wrapping around her pert breasts, and
steadying her better for her drinking session. "Let the wine warm
your body, its so cold in here, isn't it?" her captor told her
soothingly.

After some time, Tamara was glassy eyed and slow to respond. "Do
you think he was handsome" Ms. Fung asked her, "you can tell me".
Tamara responded "he was black, but, wasn't he?, I mean was he
going to be with, with me?" she sputtered, unfocused. "Yes, he
will be , you're a very lucky girl to have a powerful man like
that take an interest in you, take another sip now." Ms. Fung
told her, and she gulped back another shot of wine, sucking the
round glass end with her lips, the bottle ½ empty now. "He might
buy you some nice clothes, would you like that?" Ms. Fung said to
her, cradling her head, "he told me he loved you before he left,
and wanted to help you" she said to the girl who was getting very
tired. "He did?" Tamara giggled. "I, I just want to be a ready,
but I think he's too old for me" she said. With that she couldn't
drink any more, and Ms. Fung untied her and left her on the bed
in her drunken stupor.

"Hmmmghmmm!!!." Tamara moaned as the thick dong stuffed her.
"Take her fresh pussy" the womans voice said. Tamara gave up her
charms to the black man, who stuffed her with his thoughtless
thrusts. Her virginity had not even lasted the night. Even in her
intoxicated state, she had wanted to make a final plea, to have
them see reason, she was too young after all for such things. She
could only squirm as her assailant spread her thighs, and renewed
his rape of her. His bulbous cock head, then the veined shaft,
stuffing her. She had been sleeping, caught off guard, her nylons
had been removed, she could see them on the small table in a
ball, and her naked clitoris was now being invaded by the man who
had payed her pimp! The candle on the table illuminated the
chinese woman, who sat in the chair, watching her intently,
dressed as before in her prim green silk chinese dress, her black
hair done up in a traditional bun, her shapely legs, expensive
pantyhose, black slippers, her thick makeup with dark eyeliner.
The woman looked every inch the chinese madame she was to the
girl.

Tamara understood her relationship now.

"Your first customer my sweet, and not your last" the whoremaster
said to her. Tamara looked down to see her "johns" huge stained
prick slide into her again, and she moaned in pain, "ghuhhh". The
man found his rhythm in her wetness, and ploughed her without
mercy. His chest came down on her pert nipples as he thrust
forward, his body was warm and smelled of musk. Before she could
scream out anew, she was french kissed, and did not resist, he
lathered her dry mouth and young tongue with his, and played with
her full lips, smearing what remained of her lipstick over her
cheeks. "Ghhhh, oh my god no" she managed as her lovers tempo
increased. He called out in orgasm, and withdrew his large dink.
After laying on top of her, crushing her with his weight, he got
up, covered in sweat, and slid his pants back on, not even
turning back to look at what his money had ruined. Her lover
left, escorted away by another chinese man. Tamara lay quietly,
getting a chill from the body perspiration drying on her skin.
She lay stunned as Ms. Fung addressed her "Im going to have you
broken in girl, it will go easier on you if you have a large man
first, to break you in" she explained to her. "Work as a good
slut for me, and I will send you to the Far East, like all my
best girls" she teased her. Tamara passed out.

A few hours later another man was let in, and spread the
unconscious girls legs again, and fucked her mercilessly while
she lay, still very drunk. An hour after that she woke up as
another man took her, yet she lay still as her pussy was
lubricated with fresh come. At three men Ms. Fung called it a
night and let the girl sleep it off. She would need a bath and
some fresh clothes. Tomorrow would be another day, and her cum
filled pussy would need a "morning after pill" to keep her
without child, having her fucked with no condom brought risks,
but also twice the price!, and Ms. Fung had a reputation for
earning more than other managers in the "company", and she was
determined to rise to the top.