The Japanese Nightmare
                             by John Argus


                               Chapter 1



Jennie brushed the blonde bangs out of her eyes, and glared into the sunlight,
trying to anticipate the direction that the girl running towards her would take.
She guessed left, jumped sideways, and then ran forward to intercept her,
reaching her just in time to kick the ball out from between the other girl's
feet.

One of her team mates, Susan Hollis, caught the ball on her right foot, and
kicked it far down the field, where Toni Cummings deflected it past the Bear's
goal keeper, and into the net. The Ravens all shouted with glee, and raised
their hands into the air, just as the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

There was jubilation in their locker room afterwards, with the girls running
around, laughing and joking, as they undressed. Jennie accepted several slaps
on the back and behind from the other girls, as she entered the room.

Some of the other girls were already in the showers, when she arrived in front
of her locker. Susan gave her a thumbs up, as she tossed her sweat stained
underwear into the bottom of her locker, and walked towards the shower naked.

"Nice stop, Jen!" Stephanie grinned, ruffling her short hair, as she passed on
her way back from the shower room.

"You finished your shower already?" Jennie exclaimed.

"Hot date."

"Tommie Sims?"

Stephanie nodded and grinned.

"So what's it been, a month now?"

Stephanie nodded.

"So is he as.... big as Wendy says?" she leered.

"NONE of your business." Stephanie exclaimed, then blushed.

"I mean, how would I know.."

Jennie giggled, and the other girl stopped with an embarrassed grin. She looked
around, and seeing nobody listening, grinned broadly and held her two hands
wide apart and winked. Jennie managed to look suitably impressed.

"You two go well together, then."

"Yeah?"

Jennie looked down at Stephanie's naked chest meaningfully, and Stephanie
blushed again, folding her arms across her big breasts.

"Jealous?" 

"Hell no. I don't know how you stand up with all that weight."

"It comes in handy, sometimes." Stephanie grinned.

"I'll bet Tommie thinks so." she retorted, and both of them giggled madly.

"Hey, Jennie. Coach wants to see you," Coleen yelled from across the room.
Jennie made a face, and sighed as Stephanie grinned and pulled on her bra.

"New plays to memorize," she snickered.

"Yeahhhhh," both of them said at the same time.

Jennie waved and wandered through the thinning crowd of girls, pushing open
the door to the locker room, and going down the hall to the coach's office.
She knocked politely then pushed open the door.

"You wanted to see me Miss Myles?" she asked, walking through and letting it
close behind her.

"Yes, Jennifer," Miss Myles said, getting up from behind her desk. Her brown
hair, normally tied tightly behind her during the game, was loose now, falling
around her face.

She was slightly shorter than Jennifer, who was a tall girl, but more filled
out than the slender young teenager, and at thirty, not as fresh faced or firm
bodied. She sighed as she ran her hand through her hair, then moved quickly
against Jennie.

Her arms slid around the teenager as she pushed her back against the wall, her
face jammed into the nape of the young blonde's neck, and her teeth chewing
into the soft young flesh.

Jennie gasped, and then sighed, as Miss Myles's right hand slid up under the
thin soccer shirt, and cupped her breast through her bra.

"Mmm, Miiss Mylessss!" Jennie moaned.

"Sh," Miss Myles whispered. Her left hand went behind Jennifer's neck, pulling
her face against hers, as their lips joined together. Jennie felt the woman's
tongue pressing insistently against her lips, and she sighed inwardly and
opened them, letting the wet warm organ slip into her mouth.

Miss Myles' right hands slid down Jennie's slim young belly, and into the
waistband of her shorts, then her panties, to push down between the girl's
legs, to squeeze and rub her pussy. Jennifer groaned, and spread her legs
involuntarily, as Miss Myles's pushed her hand insistently down between her
thighs.

She felt Miss Myles' middle finger sliding up and down the length of her young
tight pussy slit, dipping lightly between her puffy cunt-lips and then curling
slightly, so that the tip pushed against her hole, and then pushed lightly
inside.

Miss Myles slid her finger deep into Jennie's pussy tunnel, and Jennie groaned
again. Being a near virgin, even a finger felt big to her tight tiny cunt.
Miss Myles began to pump the finger in and out, as her index finger found
Jennie's clit, and began to manipulate it.

She pressed Jennie back against the wall, her hand moving forcefully in
Jennie's shorts, one finger grinding down against the teenager's clit, as the
other slid back and forth in the tight pink tunnel.

"Oh GOD!" Jennie moaned, her eyes closing and her head lolling against the wall.

Miss Myles pulled her hand out momentarily, and Jennie gasped at the sudden
lowering of the intense sensations. Miss Myles grabbed Jennie's shirt, and
pulled it up, bunching it up under the teenager's arms, so that she could get
at the high firm mounds beneath.

Then she opened Jennie's bra and seized both breasts in her hands, her face
darting down to the left one and her lips fastening around the small, hard pink
nipple. Her right hand slid back into Jennie's shorts and she began to finger
her again, this time forcing two fingers into the young girl's pussy tunnel.

She bent Jennie back against a small cabinet, her mouth sucking fiercely on
the tender young breast meat, as she pumped and fingered the rapidly moistening
crotch. Jennie's head fell back, and she let herself go, floating on the
sensual tide of pleasure the woman was forcing into her.

Her hands jerked feebly, then as the sensations mounted, she reached down and
tried to grab the woman's hand. She grabbed Miss Myles wrist, just outside her
shorts, but could do nothing but hang on, as the woman continued to rub
furiously at her pussy.

Then she felt a building orgasm. She sighed and groaned, her hands going down,
then to the front of her shorts, feeling the back of Miss Myles hand through
her thin shorts. She panted heavily and pushed against Miss Myles hand,
grunting and moaning, as she pushed the hand harder, grinding herself down on
it.

Her groin felt on fire, felt ready to explode, her head fell back, hitting the
top of the cabinet with a dull thump, as she began to tremble violently. Miss
Myles bit down hard on her nipple, as her other hand squeezed almost cruelly
hard on her other breast.

Jennie groaned loudly, humping against Miss Myles hand as her finger worked
back and forth furiously inside her now sopping fuck-tunnel. Her ass bounced
against the side of the cabinet, as she humped in and out against Miss Myles
hand.

"Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung!..." she grunted. Her breasts felt swollen
and hot, burning and bubbling as the coach suckled ferociously, mashing and
kneading her malleable tit meat.

Jennie hung onto the coach's hand with both of hers, grunting and sobbing
forlornly, as she threw her crotch forward repeatedly, and felt her fingers
repeated stabs into her private pussy hole. Her body spasmed and flared with
hot pleasure, soaring higher and higher, as her body seemed to vibrate in time
to the coach's pumping fingers.

Then she was through the peak of her orgasm, and started to sag, her breathing
coming in hot gasping gulps, as the pleasure slowly faded and she began to
regain her senses.

"M... Miss Myles..." she gulped. "S... someone might... m... might come."

"You and me baby," the coach gasped.

She pulled her hands back, then seized the girl's shorts and slid them and her
panties down around her ankles. Jennie glanced towards the windows that looked
out onto the hall, but the blinds were drawn and nobody could see.

She stepped out of her shorts, as the coach pushed her back against a table,
spreading Jennie's long legs wide, as she knelt between them. Jennie blushed
uncomfortably, as the coach knelt between her legs and stared into her pussy.

Her buttocks rested on the edge of the table, and she shifted uncomfortably.
Her soccer shirt slipped down over her breasts, and fell to her waist again,
but Miss Myles wasn't concerned with that. She knelt and stared into Jennie's
crotch with a sigh of contentment, like an artist appreciating a fine painting.

Then she slipped her hands up Jennie's legs, starting at her knees and
caressing the firm young flesh, as she worked her hands up to the top of
Jennie's thighs, just below her crotch. Her face moved forward then, and her
tongue touched the center of Jennie's slit.

Jennie winced slightly, but didn't move, as the coach touched her more firmly,
her tongue sliding up and down the length of her moist slit, soaking up the
hot girl cum that had been pushed through the teenager's cunt-lips by her
spasming twat.

Her tongue slid back and forth, up and down, now pushing deeper and deeper,
now straightening and jamming into Jennie's cunt pit, sliding inside of her
pink tunnel, and slurping on the girl's fuck juices. Her hands slid up behind
Jennie, seeking her buttocks. She pulled the girl forward off of the desk, and
Jennie half-lay back on her elbows, looking down at the coach's face, as it
pushed into her crotch. The coach's long fingers dug into Jennie's buttocks,
as the woman fondled and fingered her softly rounded cheeks.

Jennie felt herself becoming aroused once again, and felt her juices starting
to flow inside of her love-tunnel. She closed her eyes and relaxed, allowing
the feelings to pour through her, as Miss Myles's tongue slithered and wriggled
at her groin.

The door shook just then, and Jennie opened her eyes, turning to look worriedly
at it. Then there was the clink of metal, as a key turned, and the door opened.
She started up in embarrassment, but the coach wouldn't let go of her ass, or
let her close her legs.

Another woman walked in, slamming the door behind her, and tossing her keys
onto a nearby desk. She was tall and blonde, her hair even shorter than
Jennifer's straight, collar length tresses. She gazed at the two with a smirk,
and at Jennie's skin flushed beet red.

The other woman, Miss Bronson, was the swim coach. She moved past them and
over to the other desk, sitting down and tossing a clipboard onto the desk, as
she took up a pen, and began to write. Jennie would have liked to leave, but
knew that Miss Myles wasn't about to let her go this easy.

The woman was still working furiously between her legs, her tongue slurping
and gulping, her lips rubbing and grinding, her fingers squeezing at Jennie's
buttocks. Jennie settled back on her elbows again, worriedly and embarrassedly
watching Miss Bronson.

There wasn't anything to worry about Miss Bronson disapproving of course.
McCoulter Preparatory Academy, as an all girl's school, and a boarding school
at that, had always had a strong homosexual streak running through its core,
especially in the athletics department. Miss Bronson had had her own share of
student lovers, willingly or unwillingly, including Tammie Hardes, who claimed
that Miss Bronson was the worst bull dyke on the staff. Jennie had received
only the occasional kiss or fondling from the woman to date.

She slowly relaxed, unable to pay much attention to the world, as Miss Myles'
tongue continued to work away at her pussy. The feelings were now almost
overwhelming, and she could hardly restrain herself from humping her groin
into the woman's face.

Then Miss Bronson was beside her. Jennie turned her head and blinked dazedly
into the older woman's face. Miss Bronson leered. Her left hand slid behind
Jennie, and gripped a tight handful of her hair, jerking her head to one side,
as the woman's lips came down brutally hard on hers.

Jennie groaned a protest, but could do nothing, as the woman's strong hands
slid up under her shirt, and began squeezing her breasts. Then she drew the
shirt up and off, tossing it on the floor.

"Move Karen," she ordered Miss Myles, kneeing her aside.

She grabbed the dazed teenager under her arms and legs, and lifted her up,
carrying her across to a narrow table in the center of the room. She placed her
across it, so that her head hung over one side, and her ass hung over the other.
Jennie had to slide her legs far apart, and bend them back, in order to touch
the floor beneath the table.

Then Miss Myles knelt at her crotch again, and her tongue began to worm it's
way back into Jennie's pussy. Miss Bronson dropped her pants, and stood over
Jennie's head. Jennie looked up into the woman's shaved pussy from between her
thighs, and had no time to react, as Miss Bronson lowered herself onto her
face.

Miss Bronson's ass cheeks squeezed down around Jennie's face, squashing her.
She rubbed her crotch back and forth across Jennie's face, as she slid her
hands behind Jennie's head, and ground herself against the teenager.

Jennie groaned into the hot sweating flesh surrounding her face. After a few
moments, it rose and held at a few inches above her. Jennie opened her mouth,
and then pushed her tongue up against Miss Bronson's pussy, sliding it along
her slit, as she'd been taught.

Her own cunt was ready to explode, as Miss Myles pulled her pussy lips apart
with her fingers, and whipped her tongue back and forth across her hyper-
sensitive clitoris.

Miss Bronson let go of her head, her hands sliding down around Jennie's breasts
instead. Jennie's hands slid up around Miss Bronson's back, holding herself in
place, as she worked her tongue in and out of her cunt. She tried to
concentrate on what she was doing, but her own flaring body kept making that
impossible. Then she came... furiously, her body writhing and shaking as she
grunted and groaned in intense pleasure. Her ass bounced on the table, as she
humped up at Miss Myles, and her tits felt like they were over-filled balloons
ready to explode.

Miss Bronson was squashing and squeezing and twisting them harshly, her fingers
digging deep into the soft pliable flesh, stroking and pinching her hard
nipples. Jennie's tongue went into overdrive, as she worked it in and out of
Miss Bronson's cunt. She jerked and twisted between the two women, sucking
down drooling cunt juices, as Miss Bronson sighed in pleasure, her ass sliding
back and forth, as she humped against the teenager's face.

Afterwards, the two women stripped completely and led Jennie into the coach's
shower room, which was much smaller than the girl's room of course. They'd
walked in with Jennie between them, and had hardly even reached the showers,
when they had pressed their bodies against her, and began a new erotic tableau.
They soaped her up, and rubbed their bodies against hers from both sides, as
they kissed and fondled her young nubile flesh. Jennie was sandwiched between
them, her breasts squashed against Miss Bronson's, Miss Myles sharp torpedoes
pushing into her back.

They'd treated her like a little girl, carefully washing her back and arms and
chest and hair, before rinsing her clean, then reverting to their less than
motherly practices, by sliding their tongues into her mouth, her pussy, her
ass hole, her belly button, and suckling on her breasts and nipples.

Miss Bronson knelt before her, her tongue whirling madly at Jennie's pussy.
Miss Myers knelt behind her, stuffing her tongue up Jennie's ass hole. She
swayed back and forth, dazed, and buffeted by wild flurries of sexual ecstasy,
as the two women ate her out.

The coaches rose, even as Jennie began to sag downwards. Miss Myers cupped her
wet ass cheeks in her palms, as Miss Bronson gripped her under her knees, and
lifted her up into the air. She slid the girl's legs up and over her shoulders,
as Miss Myers helped support Jennie's upper torso.

Miss Bronson's tongue began to work on her pussy again, as Jennie moaned and
muttered unintelligibly. She jerked and twitched, her eyes closed, as the
woman pulled her small pussy lips wide apart, and jammed her tongue deep into
Jennie's twat. Then Miss Myers let her fall backwards, so that she was upside
down between the two women. Her legs were hooked over Miss Bronson's shoulders,
as the woman clasped tightly to her hips, while slurping on her cunt with her
whipping tongue.

Her own hands slid up around Miss Myers's ass, as she pushed her face up into
the coach's pussy, licking excitedly. She gulped and moaned, as the woman
fondled her breasts, squeezing and twisting them from side to side. The slick
female bodies writhed and swayed and rubbed together beneath the showering
water, grunting and cooing, sighing and moaning, as their hands freely fondled
and manipulated each other.

Jennie should have been in Math, but wound up spending almost the entire class
with the two lesbian women. She knew though, that nobody would question her.
Things like that happened pretty commonly at McCoulter Preparatory.

Jennie had had a rude surprise when she'd first came here a couple of years
ago. She'd known that boarding school would be different, but had had little
idea how different. Her parents were in their traveling phase then, and
wouldn't leave her alone with the servants.

Now her Mom was in her charity phase, all her time consumed with charity
auctions and charity balls and charity telethons and such. Her dad was in his
workaholic phase, hardly ever home before ten at night, and often leaving town
for days or weeks on business.

In a way, the girls and women at McCoulter had sort of become her family, in
some cases, in an oddly incestuous way. The only men within miles of the
sprawling academy were a few handymen, like Stephanie's Tommie, who took care
of the cars.

Not all the staff was gay of course, only about a third, another third used
the girls and other women more because there were no available men, than for
any other reason. As for the girls, most of them weren't gay, but some were,
and the ones that weren't had mostly become bisexual.

Jennie had been a straight arrow when she'd arrived, virginal and pure. She'd
had sex once, with a boy from a nearby town, and that had been brief and
unsatisfying. She'd been seduced in her first year by a senior girl, then by
several of the women teachers.

Now she and Connie Smith were more or less steady partners. They were roommates
this year, and seldom needed both beds, sleeping either in Connie's or Jennie's.
Other girls had similar arrangements. And most of the teachers so inclined had
"special" girls.

People would have been amazed at all of this, since McCoulter had a fantastic
reputation for turning out strong, educated young women. Indeed, virtually all
the girls here would go on to the finest Universities in the country, and
would stand out with their intelligence and aggressiveness.

Jennie herself was a sports star, the captain of the soccer, volley ball,
basketball, and track and field teams. She was a member of the debating team,
the science club and the young businesswoman's club, as well as an A student
on the honors list.

Her parents were very proud of her, and never failed to brag of her to their
friends. However they seldom saw much of her. Even during the holidays, they
were usually busy elsewhere. Jennie had spent thanksgiving with an old Uncle
and Aunt while her parents skied in the Swiss Alps.

She'd spent Christmas alone in the family's Beverly Hills Mansion, accumulating
a dozen speeding tickets, and half a hundred parking tickets in her hot pink
Ferrari and her silver Mercedes. She'd also bought more than eighty thousand
dollars worth of presents for herself and her friends on her parent's platinum
cards.

Her mother had been on a trip to Africa at that time with her boyfriend. Her
father had been on a business trip to Japan, managing, through a brilliant,
underhanded manoeuver, to buy out control of a giant American Oil company from
under a competitor's nose.

He'd been so full of himself, that he'd actually called Jennie to brag about
it. She'd returned to school before either of them had returned home. She
didn't hate her parents, though she did resent them sometimes. She was just
waiting until she turned twenty-one, and got her Grandparent's trust fund,
eighty-two million dollars and counting.

Then she'd move into her own house, and her parents could disappear for all
she cared. She wasn't sure what she was going to do with her life, but was
fairly certain that they would play little, if any part in it.

That day, as she returned to her room after the encounter with the coaches,
was to prove a turning point for her. She was annoyed and resentful about
being practically used like a whore by the two women, without either of them
so much as asking.

She'd slammed the door of her room, and peeled off her shirt, tossing it onto
the floor. Before she had time to do anything else, a hand came around her
from behind, and pressed a foul smelling cloth against her face. She struggled
furiously, but had soon blacked out.

That was to be the last she ever saw of McCoulter Academy, though she hadn't
known this, and wouldn't for some time to come. When she awoke, she wasn't
only far from the Prep School, but far from America. Her unconscious body
being shipped in a crate aboard a private aircraft to Japan.



                                Chapter 2



Yoshiro Hamma was a man used to respect. As President of the giant Tokyo based
Gingta Corporation, he commanded immense power over the lives of almost
everyone that he touched. Employees in Japan joined a company for life. It was
almost unthinkable for them to leave for another job, and an unbearable
humiliation to be dismissed.

It was rare indeed that an employee of one of Japan's biggest corporations was
dismissed. No matter what the crime, the loss of face, or in extreme cases, a
drop in station and standing, and consequently, a loss of benefits and
seniority was considered severe enough punishment.

As such, every employee's very life was in his hands, and they all knew it.
There would be no disobedience, no impertinence or rebellion. Deep bows and
respectful silences greeted the great man wherever he went within the company's
enormous enterprise.

His estate was on the heights overlooking the ocean, and once belonged to a
Prince of the Royal family. He himself was of royal blood long back. All his
ancestors were Samurai of great rank and ability. His family name was among
the most proud in Japan's illustrious history.

No, nobody gainsaid him within his house or company. The only ones who would
deny him anything, were other powerful men like himself, the heads of other
great Japanese corporations, and of course, now that Gingta operated world-
wide, foreigners.

Like all Japanese, Yoshiro considered all foreigners as barbarians. There were
different degrees of barbarian of course. The whites were at the top, and the
blacks at the bottom. All were to be treated with the greatest of respect, at
least to their faces.

The Japanese were the world's greatest culture, the finest poets, the most
sensible and civilized race that there had ever been. He looked askance at the
crime and dirt of America and Europe, and could only shake his head in pity at
their many social problems. Still, despite how inferior and uncultured he knew
foreigners to be, it sometimes came as a rude shock to him, when he was forced
to deal with them.

Just last month he had, after careful and time consuming negotiations with the
other corporate princes of Japan, received agreement that when the Hensa
Corporation put the American division of their international oil company on
the public exchange, Gingta Corp. would end up with fifty-one percent of the
stock, without opposition.

Then of course, a crude American Corporation, run by an exceptionally rude man,
had slid in and bought sixty percent of the company before anyone even knew
that they were there. At first Yoshiro had merely been astonished that anyone
would do such a thing.

He had approached the American, politely of course, and respectfully explained
the way things worked here in Japan to him. The man had laughed at him, and
outright refused to sell him the stock. No one, absolutely no one, laughed at
Yoshiro Hamma. It was the height of insult. Unbelievably insulting. Yoshiro
had lost a great deal of face that morning, as he had stood with a stiff back,
and a straight face, showing no outward sign of his hatred and rage.

For weeks afterwards, his people had investigated and explored the American
and his company, and found no weaknesses. The company was fifty-five per cent
owned by the American and his family. It couldn't be taken over. It was highly
diversified, and for the most part involved in industries that Japanese
companies had little influence over.

Yoshiro had fumed and raged for days, pouring over every scrap of information
about the American, his family and his company. It was simply not possible that
he could be denied. To lose so much face was not acceptable. He even considered
Hari Kari for a short time.

Finally, in desperation, he had contacted the Yakuzza, the organized criminal
gangs, that in Japan, controlled much of the lower strata of society. A polite
meeting had been held with Hiro Nilewaam, who had suggested a way of persuading
the ignorant American.

Thus had arrived, in his sub-basement, a discrete brown wooden crate, bound
tightly in metal. Yoshiro had watched as his people had unbound it, and pried
open the top, to reveal its contents.

Inside was a female, the American's daughter, naked. Her ankles were bound in
tight wooden blocks. Tight leather straps held her upper arms, her throat, her
chest, belly, hips, her thighs and knees in place. She couldn't move so much
as a muscle, even were she conscious, which of course, she wasn't.

Yoshiro admired her body, as she was unstrapped and lifted from the case.
Unlike many of the ignorant American breed, she was fit and not overweight.
She had ample breasts, but not the ugly fat ones that so many others possessed.
Her hips were wide enough for baring children, but her waist was narrow, even
tiny.

Yes, he would enjoy this one, even were she not the daughter of his hated
enemy. It was somewhat of a pity that she would have to be disposed of
afterwards, but there could be no evidence left that would discredit him and
cause him trouble with the authorities.

She was carried to a washing room and cleaned, then examined by a doctor.
Americans were filled with disease after all, and he had no intention of
catching one.

Jennifer woke slowly. She felt nauseous and weak, and it was some time before
she could get up enough strength to rise. When she did. she found that she was
unable to. She opened her eyes, blinking in the strong overhead light that
focused on her.

She was still dazed from the remnants of the drugs that she'd been given, and
looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She was on some kind of
examining table in a medical type room. She wondered what had happened to her.

She pulled at her arms and legs in confusion. Her wrists were strapped to the
sides of the table beside her, and her ankles were strapped to the foot. She
was naked, but not cold, since the place was well heated.

Slowly she began to come around, and her mind became more and more bewildered
at her position. Where was she? Why was she naked? Why was she strapped down
like this? What had happened anyway? The last thing that she remembered was
walking into her room...

It was then that she remembered someone attacking her, someone putting a cloth
that smelled of medicine over her face, and her passing out. She began to fear
then. Had she been found unconscious and brought to a hospital, or was she in
the hands of some kind of crazy man?

Since she was strapped down, the latter seemed more likely, and so her fear
mounted. She pulled harder at the straps holding her wrists and ankles, trying
to free herself. They were well made, and too tight. She couldn't break free,
and after a while stopped trying.

She lay there for some time, trying to figure out what was going on. Finally,
the door at the foot of the table opened, and a man walked in. He was Oriental,
small and old, wearing a white doctor's type smock. She felt relieved.

He gazed at her blandly, then put a stethoscope to her chest. She reddened in
embarrassment at her nudity.

"Where am I?" she asked, uncomfortably. "What's wrong with me? Why am I
strapped down?" But he ignored her, still listening to her chest.

"Untie me!" she demanded, but still he ignored her. He took out a little
penlight and shone it in her right eye, then her left. He nodded and muttered
to himself then turned away.

"Hey!" she yelled, "let me the hell out of here! What's going on?"

Instead of answering her, he left the room. Jennie stared at the door in
disbelief, even more confused than she'd been before he entered. What the fuck
was going on!?

Minutes later, the door opened again and two women came through. They too were
Oriental, Japanese, she thought. They were both pretty, with straight, shoulder
length black hair. They were slim and wore long, colorful robes, that covered
them from throat to feet. They smiled at her, giggling and chatting in high
pitched voices, but not in English. Again she was uncomfortable, being naked
around these strange women.

"Who are you? Where am I?" she demanded. "Do you speak English?"

They replied in a high pitched, fast, sing-song voice that she didn't
understand at all. Then they began to undo the straps around her ankles and
wrists. When they were undone, they helped her to sit up. She swayed slightly,
and they supported her, cooing sympathetically.

"I wish that I knew what you were saying," she grumbled.

They helped her down from the table, again supporting her when her legs would
have given way. They walked her around the room a little,, then pulled out a
gown similar to their own. It was a beautiful shade of turquoise, and made of
expensive silk.

They slid her arms into it, and then wrapped it around her, pulling it tight
with a belt. There were no buttons, zippers or other fastenings. It was sort
of like an oversized bathrobe. When it was on, they led her towards the door.
Apparently they didn't have any shoes for her.

Totally confused, she let them lead her down a brightly lit, elegantly
decorated hallway. They passed several people along the way, all Japanese, who
nodded at them, but didn't speak. Finally they arrived at a large doorway, and
the two women stopped and knocked.

A man's voice called out, and one of them pushed the door open, and then
motioned Jennifer inside. She shuffled in, and they closed the door after her.

She was in a very large bedroom. There was a gigantic bed on a raised platform
in the center of the room, a four poster bed with a canopy high above it. The
rest of the room was filled with antique furniture, paintings, sculptures and
carvings. Large windows looked out onto what appeared to be nothing but trees,
grass, and water. So she was in the country, somewhere near a very large lake.
She ignored the man standing there for a moment, and moved to the window.

She could see a tall wall below, about fifty yards from the building that she
was in. Then she gasped in surprise, for the trees and shrubbery were all
tropical. She was some distance from the Virginia school. She turned to face
the man, another Japanese.

"You will learn to bow when you see me, but I forgive you for now, as you have
never been taught manners," the man said in accented English.

"Who the fuck are you?" she demanded. "Where am I, and what am I doing here?"

He looked back at her in irritation. "You will also learn your place, and
respect for your elders and superiors."

"Where am I?!" she demanded.

He moved over to stand before her. He was about her height, but with a thick
barrel of a chest. His head was roundish, with short hair that was receding up
his forehead. He looked to be about fifty or so. She didn't think that he was
particularly impressive. But then his hands reached out to grip the front of
her robe, and started to pull it open.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, grabbing the robe and jumping back.

He smiled, a small, sneering smile that frightened her. He walked forwards, as
she backed up. He didn't seem worried that she would escape, and soon she was
backed into a corner, with no way around him.

"You'd better leave me alone!" she cried. "My father will fucking kill you!"

"Your father is a pig, and an ignorant man. He isn't any conceivable threat to
me young woman," he replied.

She looked at him in astonishment, still completely clueless as to what was
going on. He grabbed her robe again, and this time tore it open, despite her
attempts at resistance. she screamed, and he whirled her around, shoving her
against the wall, and jerking the robe off over her shoulders, so that she was
naked. He laughed, a short ugly bark of amusement, as he held her pressed
against the wall. His rough hand slid up and down her back, and then down over
her rounded young buttocks, as she mewled and whimpered in fear.

He paused to appreciate the softness of her tender young teenaged skin, the
sweetness of her lithe body, and long slim legs. Then he grabbed her by her
upper arm, and jerked her away from the wall, dragging her across the room
towards the bed.

"Leave me alone!" she cried. "Get your stinking hands off of me you filthy
creep!" She jerked back, trying to pull away, and then grabbed at his hand,
trying to pry it off of her arm. His fingers were like steel, and held her
firmly, forcing her towards the bed.

She slashed at his face with her free hand, trying to scratch him. He grabbed
her wrist, and held it tightly, then twisted it sharply to one side. She
screamed in pain, her wrist burning, then going numb. She thought at first
that he'd broken it.

He brought the back of his hand sharply around then, striking her full in the
side of the face, and almost knocking her off her feet. Then he pulled her
forwards again, and threw her on the bed. Jennie began to quake in fear and
pain, holding her injured wrist as she lay on the bed, staring at him,
wide-eyed.

He stripped quickly, then stood there entirely naked, his muscles standing out
on his body. She scurried backwards on the bed, as he began to crawl in but he
grabbed her leg an dragged her back, then climbed on top of her, settling atop
her thin frame.

She whimpered and trembled in fear. "Please... " she begged. "Please don't! I
have a lot of money. My father will give you a lot of money, if you don't hurt
me!"

"Ahh, but he will do what I want, whether I hurt you or not." he smiled. "And
I intend to make full use of your body while you are here."

Jennifer looked up into his face in shock, as he grinned smugly down at her.
His hand started to caress the side of her face, and she jerked her head aside.
He frowned and gripped her chin tightly, glaring menacingly and warningly at
her. He let loose of his hold on her chin, and began to caress her face again,
his palm sliding up and down, then moving against the side of her head, to hold
her in place, as his own face descended, and his lips touched hers. She
clenched her mouth tight against him, as his lips slid from side to side
against hers.

He raised his head and smiled down at her, then propped himself up on one
elbow, and began to slide his hand down onto her body, starting with her
breasts. As she lay on her back, her twin mounds formed perfectly rounded
hillocks, atop her thin frame, and Yoshiro began to explore them carefully.

She tried to move her hands down over her chest, but he seized both of them and
forced them up above her head, joining her wrists together, and holding them
with one of his large hands. Thus held before him, Jennie was helpless to
resist, as his other hand slowly encompassed her rounded left breast, and
began to fondle it.

She squirmed and gritted her teeth in embarrassment and frustration, as he
carefully slid his fingers around her nipple, manipulating it, rubbing it
between thumb and forefinger, then bending forward and seizing it between his
lips, wetting it, suckling it in, and chewing it with his teeth.

He bit down on her breast meat, making her wince and cry out in pain. He
laughed, raising himself up again. His lips descended onto hers once more,
forcefully mashing against her puffy, sensuous full lips, and grinding back
and forth against them, as his tongue slid between them, and ran along her
tightly closed teeth.

His hand slid down her body, rubbing her smooth, flat stomach, then descended,
moving between her legs, probing at the entrance of her womanhood. He rubbed
his palm against her pussy hair, then over her slit, a single finger sliding
between her lips, and dipping lightly into her fuck-hole.

"Fucking bastard!" she hissed.

He glared at her, annoyed by her insolence and lack of respect. He abruptly
seized her head between both of his hands, locking his fingers painfully tight
against her skull, as he jerked her head upward. His lips pushed brutally
against hers, bruising her flesh, as he mashed them tightly. He cursed, as her
now freed hands clawed at him. He jerked up and slapped her face hard, then
brought his hand back and knocked her face again with the back of his hand.

He grabbed her wrists and jerked them high above her head, rolling on top of
her and sitting on her chest, his knees on either side of her. He reached up
and seized a cord from the nearby curtains, tearing it off, and wrapping it
around her wrists painfully tight. He wrapped several layers of the thin cord
around her wrists, securing them together tightly, then wrapping the cord
around the bedpost, and tying it off. He glared down at her, and then brought
his right hand down across her face again, then repeated the slap with his
left, and then again with his right.

It wasn't done in fury, but rather in a carefully calm and deliberate manner,
slapping her face first to the left, and then the right and then back to the
left again. After several such open-handed blows, Jennie was seeing stars, and
was completely befuddled.

She was hardly aware of when he stopped and moved back to kneel between her
legs. He gripped her legs, and tore them wide open, and then fell on top of
her again, holding his erection in his right hand, as he searched for her fuck
hole. He rubbed his cock-head up and down her slit, until he found her hole,
and then thrust down into her.

The gasping, whimpering girl felt a sudden pain between her legs, and then an
increasing fullness inside of her, as Yoshiro settled on top of her and began
to push his erection deeper into her pussy tunnel. She looked up dazedly into
his yellow, rounded face, hardly realizing what she was seeing yet. His hands
gripped her head again, and his lips jammed down against hers, his tongue
stabbing between her, lips and into her mouth.

She groaned, the sound a mere murmur against his mouth, as he hungrily slurped
at her mouth, feeling his organ pushing deeper into her lush young body with
each passing heart-beat. Then his hands slid down her sides, moving under her,
to cup her buttocks. He jerked upwards against them, forcing her crotch up
onto his piercing cock. His prick slid balls-deep inside of her then, his
flesh pressing against hers, his pubic hair mashed against hers, her thighs
held open by the pressure of his hips inside of her legs.

His tongue slid around on her face, slurping and licking at her cheeks, neck
and lips, as his fingers repeatedly opened and closed on her ass flesh. He lay
there atop of her, enjoying the tightness of her cunt tunnel, as it sucked and
squeezed on his prong. The only movement was hers, as his hands forced her ass
up and down, and squeezed on her ass, to pull her cheeks in and out. His lips
slid down her throat, and onto her right nipple, which he bit sharply, making
her cry out again.

Yoshiro was delighted by the feeling of her body against his, as he lay upon
her. Her flesh seemed softer than the softest silk against his skin. He rubbed
himself from side to side, reveling in the wonderful softness and warmth. His
fingers continued to fondle her ass cheeks, and his right index finger slid
down her ass crack, and pushed against her little nether hole. He twisted his
finger from side to side, and forced it inside of her, as the girl moaned and
whimpered beneath him. No Japanese woman would accept being taken there of
course, yet this one had no such choice. He felt the excitement of utter
dominance, of being beyond boundaries, of knowing that he could do as he wished
with this girl.

"I own you." he whispered, jabbing his finger deep into her tight little ass
hole, as he ground himself against her. He pumped his finger in and out of her
ass hole, as he rested atop her, his mouth darting from place to place, from
nipple, to neck, to lips. He pushed his left index finger against her hole, 
trying to force it in beside his right. She whimpered and jerked against him,
but was unable to deny him anything, anything at all, and he knew it. He pushed
hard, and finally worked the tip of his second index finger into her anus.

Slowly he pushed it deeper, drawing back on his right, until both were halfway
inside of her, then pushing inward together, until both were buried to the
knuckles inside of her intensely hot, tight little rectum. He used his fingers
to add to the pressure on her ass, forcing her lower body up against his. His
other fingers continued to dig deep furrows in her white ass cheeks, forcing
her up against him, as he slowly began to pump into her cunt.

He let up on the pressure against her, letting her ass fall flat atop of his
hands on the mattress, as he drew his cock half-way out of her sucking pink
tunnel. Then he thrust forwards, pulling up again with his hands, to double the
force and impact, as his cock sliced through her pink flesh, and hammered
against the back wall of her cunt-box. She cried out in pain and startlement,
her hands jerking uselessly above her.

A gut-wrenching sob tore loose from her mouth, as he smiled arrogantly down at
her. He pulled out again, then once again thrust down fiercely. She gasped as
a new pain hammered into her slender body. Yoshiro drew his long cock out,
until only the tip remained. Then he drew her ass upwards forcefully, as he
drove down with his brutal strength. Then he began to pump regularly, feeling
his balls swelling with excitement. His cock shaft, surrounded by young pink,
cunt flesh, began to sizzle with sensual desire. His lips moved against her
face again, demandingly, and cruelly. His cock began to stab into her with a
regular, rhythmic pumping motion.

He had completely forgotten the reason for this, completely forgotten her
father and the humiliation that he'd suffered because of him. Now he only had
his lust and desire for her young warm flesh, for it's curves and roundness,
for it's heat and tightness, and the raw, carnal thrill of total possession.

He pounded his cock into her with more and more force, driving his cock head
against her cervix with total disregard for her pain or distress. He became a
raging animal, using her body for his own lust. His hands pulled loose from her
ass finally, gripping her slender legs, and forcing them back against her
chest. He shoved her legs back against her, using them to support himself, as
he began to pound into her at blinding speed. He crushed her into the mattress
with his furious assault. His balls slapped painfully against her buttocks,
his belly made a sharp cracking sound, as it impacted against her upturned
flesh. His cock rodded between her soft pussy flesh like a jackhammer,
pistoning in and out of her, as his excitement mounted.

Beneath him, crushed and pounded by the terrible force of his obscene attack,
Jennie could only whimper and grimace against the pain and humiliation, as he
cruelly used her body. All she could do was endure and hope that he'd finish
soon, hoping that it would just end. She blinked up at him through her tears,
seeing his maniacal face, as he rose and fell. She looked downwards, seeing his
cock slicing back and forth, jabbing deep into her body, then re-emerging, then
stabbing back into her again through her vulnerable crotch hole. She felt his
fat cock up inside of her, sliding furiously back and forth in her guts, as he
rode her like an animal. It hurt, but the hurt was fading slowly, her cunt
giving up the struggle against the powerful invader.

Her hands were numb and her wrists ached with pain from the tightness of the
cord around them. She found it difficult to breath, as his weight crushed her
own legs back against her chest. She could only wait for it to end. Then
finally, his speed picked up, as his long, deep thrusts turned to rapid-fire
humping, that ground his cock head repeatedly against the deepest parts of her
fuck box. She felt herself grow wet, realizing at once that it wasn't her, but
instead, his sperm jetting into her body.



                               Chapter 3



His pumping slowed, and then stopped. He pushed aside her legs, letting them
fall to the mattress once again, as he lay on top of her, panting for breath.
She felt his prick softening inside of her tight little pussy tunnel, and
sighed inwardly in relief.

But Yoshiro had no intention of ending this enjoyable little scene so soon.
The girl was a toy for him now, a new possession that he had not yet grow
bored with, and had no intention of putting down. He nuzzled her throat with
his tongue and lips, as he rested. Then slowly rose to his knees between her
legs. He drew himself forwards along her body, his legs on either side of her,
as he slid his ass up along her belly and onto her chest. She groaned as his
weight came down on her chest, but he sat there only momentarily, before rising
to his knees, and pushing his flaccid organ against her face.

"Take it into your mouth, girl," he panted. "American slut! I know you know
how! Take it into your mouth!"

Jennie's head was propped up on her arms, which hung from the post above her
head. Yoshiro had no difficulty in pushing himself against her mouth. His right
hand held his cock, as his left slid behind her head, and forced it further
forwards. His hand pulled at her hair, as his sperm-moistened prick rubbed
against her lips. She whimpered and opened her mouth, allowing his foul organ
to push through her lips, and slide over her tongue.

Now, as he felt the girl's tongue begin to work on his organ, Yoshiro thought
about her father, and grinned smugly to himself. He wondered if the man had any
idea where his daughter was right now, and what she was doing, and with whom.
He looked down at her with arrogant haughtiness, twisting her hair, just to
hear her whimper in pain, wishing her father could see her now, could see her
lips wrapped around his cock, could see her spread legs with his sperm
dribbling out of her love hole.

At first, when the girl had disappeared, it had been assumed that she had
merely run off on her own somewhere. But as facts began to emerge, among them
that all of her clothes, save that which she wore that day, were still in her
room, the school authorities began to worry. Among the effects found in her
room was her purse, complete with money and credit cards. Her car was still
parked in the garage, and nobody had heard anything from her about going away,
not even her roommate.

Eventually, after much effort, the principal was able to get through to her
father in Los Angeles, and inform him that his daughter was missing, and under
suspicious circumstances. A day later, two men arrived at the school and began
questioning students and staff. Neither had any official capacity, but were
employed by Jennifer's father in some capacity, which neither bothered to
explain.


After several days had passed, nobody was particularly surprised at Transco
International's head office, to receive a small package in the mail, addressed
to Mister Charles Kingston, Jennifer's father, personally. Inside were all the
clothes that Jennifer had been wearing when she disappeared, including socks
and underwear. There was also a picture, a glossy nine by twelve color picture,
obviously taken by someone with good equipment, and knowledge of photography.
In the picture, a very naked Jennifer Kingston hung from her wrists in a
darkened room. Her wrists were tightly bound in chains, and her toes were a
good foot above the stone floor. Her eyes were dull slits, but obviously open
to a degree, indicating that she was at least alive. On the back of the
picture was a hand written note, demanding complete cooperation, and promising
hideous torture for Jennifer, if all demands were not met. However, there were
no demands stated. The kidnappers obviously were in no hurry.

David Smith handled the picture carefully, as he sat before Kingston's desk.
It had already been carefully analyzed by the company's laboratories, but his
training made careful handling instinctive. Smith had been in the army for
eight years, being specially trained as a commando, then joining an anti-
terrorist squad. When he quit the army, he joined the FBI, only to be stuck in
boring jobs, checking out potential civil servants and such for the first two
years. After a few more years, he'd stopped the security checks, and moved onto
bank robberies, then drugs, and finally, to the kidnapping squad. The bureau
considered that the worst crime imaginable, and placed it at the very top of
the list for resources.

After ten years with the bureau though, despite his happiness with his job, he
had been approached by an old friend, who'd quit years earlier, and was now
working for Transco's very quiet little security branch. Transco wasn't nearly
as big as many other companies. It survived and prospered by an unusual
combination of intelligence and risk-taking. The little heralded security
branch was packed with ex CIA and FBI agents, all of them elite. They had been
lured away from the government in their prime, by high wages and more freedom
to do their jobs as they pleased, without a tenth of the paperwork.

An offer to triple his salary was hard to resist, and so Dave had joined
Transco three years ago. The job here was surprisingly similar to his earlier
work in his former job. The security branch conducted espionage against other
companies, placing agents within Transco's competitors, to filch new high-tech
secrets, before they were patented, or gaining intelligence reports of
marketing and sales strategies.

Dave's job was to stop other companies from doing the same to Transco. Today
though, was something very unique. He looked at the picture, then at the
report on it, that lay in the same file folder. Then he looked up
sympathetically at Mister Kingston.

"I take it you haven't contacted the FBI, sir."

"No. I want to handle this internally."

"The FBI is the most experienced organization in the world at solving
kidnappings, sir. I highly recommend you contact them."

"The security branch will handle it, and I'm placing you in charge."

"But... sir I think you're making a mistake."

"That's my prerogative." Kingston glared at him. "I've always done things my
way and I'm not going to stop now. I want you to find my daughter, and find out
who took her. That's all you have to do. The security branch will get her back
and see to the justice of her kidnappers."

Dave winced slightly, knowing exactly what he meant by justice, and knowing
just what some of the people, particularly the ex-CIA people in the branch,
were capable of.

"You have the full resources of the branch and indeed of the entire company at
your disposal. Anything you need, take. If it's not here, we'll get it. You
may also take whatever personnel you need to help you."

"Has there been any other contact with the kidnapper or kidnappers?"

"None."

"And no hint of their demands! This is strange, sir. It doesn't fit with the
scenario here at all."

"Explain."

"Well... normally you have two types of kidnappings, monetary and political. In
both cases, the kidnappers initially want to show that the victim is alive and
unharmed. I don't think I can remember ever hearing or reading about a first
contact like this, where the implication at least, is that the victim has in
fact, already being harmed."

"So?"

"Well... " Dave sighed. "It's my guess that this isn't monetary. I'd say that
whoever took Jennifer is angry at you personally, perhaps because of something
your company has done that has effected them personally."

"An ex-employee?" 

"Very possibly. Somebody who wants you personally miserable, who wants revenge
for something that they hold you responsible for."

"So, you'll check all our recently dismissed employees."

"Oh, of course, yet... this is still out of pattern. They should have made a
monetary demand at once. Money is very important to lower or middle class
people who've been fired. I'm very much afraid sir, that this person isn't
acting rationally. I think he intends to torment you, before releasing your
daughter, if in fact, he intends to release her at all. He, or she, may want
to drag this out, to cause you as much pain as possible. The ransom, whatever
that is, may be beside the point."

"You mean that whoever took my daughter is crazy."

"I'd say that's a strong possibility sir. I'm sorry."

"Not legally, not stark raving nuts, sir. I mean this person isn't acting
normally, and probably won't act normally during this event. Their actions may
be unpredictable. I'd say that they took your daughter, not for the ransom,
but rather for the power that it gives them over you."

"And that's bad news?"

"Very bad I'm afraid, especially for Jennifer"

Dave began to work on the case at once, pulling in as many experienced former
bureau agents as he could round up quickly. They poured over every detail of
the picture and the envelope that it had come in, while other security people
pulled the files on every employee dismissed in the past five years.

Dave was expecting a hard time, expecting a long, agonizing search through
files before even a small clue turned up. It was a surprise then to turn up an
enormously important piece of news almost at once, and that was only by a fluke.

It seemed that one of the men he'd brought in was a photography freak. He'd
been puzzled from the beginning by something that nobody else had paid much
attention to. The simple wording on the report describing the picture as a
transfer from a video tape. He'd then gone off on his own for an hour, then
quickly emerged with startling news. The picture had been taken with a new
type of Nikon camera, one that had only been out for a few months. It seemed
that the camera held a little video tape, that took single framed pictures, and
could then show them on TV, much like a video camera that showed live pictures.

This one though, took uncommonly clear pictures, and they could only be
transferred onto paper with a special machine. Neither the cameras, nor the
machines were widely available yet, and in fact, were only available at all in
a test market in Iowa, and in Japan itself.

"Iowa?" Dave frowned. "That's a thousand miles from where she was taken."

"I know. It doesn't make any sense."

"Why would anybody take her all the way to Iowa? Out of state I can understand,
but all the way to Iowa? This makes no damned sense at all."

"At least we have a better idea where she is."

The phone rang and Dave picked it up. "Smith," he said.

"This is Kingston. Get up here. We've just received a message from the
kidnappers." Kingston's voice was terse and hard-edged.

"Good news!" he said to Joey. "Another message."

The two of them went upstairs to Kingston's office and were ushered through to
see him. Kingston was glaring furiously at his television. He turned off a VCR
and then turned and glared angrily at them.

"Who is this?"

"This is Joseph Edwards, formerly of the Bureau, sir."

"The tape says I have to sell all Transco's pollution causing holding,
including the paper, chemical and oil divisions."

"You shouldn't have handled it sir." Dave said, reproachfully, moving towards
the TV.

"I'm not going to let you see the tape, Smith," Kingston said.

Dave stopped in surprise.

"Sir. The messages from the kidnapper is all we have to go on. If I can't see
them then I've got nothing."

"You aren't going to get anything out of the tape. There's nothing there that
can be used as evidence. I'll provide you with a transcript of their words."

"You keep saying they, sir."

"There's more than one of them."

"Sir. With all due respect, if you want her back alive, I have to see the tape."

Kingston closed his eyes and ran his hand across his face. "All right." he
said, tiredly. "But only you. Nobody else. Understand?"

"Frankly no..."

"That's the rule! Take it or leave it!" Kingston snapped.

"Uh... if you insist sir."

"You can see it here. Mister Edwards and I will wait outside." as he rose and
moved around the desk. Edwards looked curiously at Dave, then shrugged and
followed Kingston out of the room. Dave moved to the VCR and then stopped.

He called downstairs and had a kit sent up, then he and Joey dusted the tape
and checked for anything unique in the container. Finally, Joey left to sit
outside with a stone-faced Kingston, while Dave played the tape.

At once the image sprang onto the screen, clear and bright. It was the
Kingston girl. She was naked still, and kneeling on all fours, with the camera
facing her left side. Her breasts hung straight down below her thin frame, and
her behind was shoved up in the air, as if she had been posed. Her head hung
down, her hair covering her face at first. Then a pair of legs walked into the
picture. They were a man's legs, thick and powerfully muscled, and obviously
Oriental. They stood behind her, then her knees bent, and the man began to
kneel behind the teenager.

Dave groaned as he realized what was going to happen. He saw the man's erection,
and couldn't help but to blink in surprise, for this was a very, very well hung
guy, especially for an Oriental. He held his big organ in his hand, his right
hand, so that the camera could pan over the size of it.

The camera closed in on the cock, so it filled the screen, then backed away,
taking in the girl from head to toe, including the man behind her. The man
shoved her legs apart, then hauled up on her belly, raising her ass. Then his
right hand came forward and he gripped the girl's long blond hair, jerking
back sharply. She whimpered from the pain, the sound loud in the microphone.
The man twisted her hair, turning her to face the camera. Dave looked into her
frightened, anxious eyes, as the camera moved in for a close-up. Then the
camera backed away, to include the man who was obviously about to rape her.

He sighed and laid back in his chair, as the man held her head facing the
camera, then he pushed his cock against her crotch. The camera was low to the
ground, at the same height as Jennifer, and someone obviously was operating it.
It slid downwards, so that it could look into her crotch, where the Oriental
man's prick was now poised for entry.

The picture broadened, taking in her whole frame again, as the man slid his
organ into her, then thrust forwards sharply, burying his erection inside of
the girl. Then there was a split screen: one half was a close up of her face,
apparently taken by another camera, and the other half was a close-up of her
cunt, taken from behind and to one side.

The picture moved in slow motion, showing the tip of the man's circumcised cock,
as it penetrated her pubic lips, and moved inside. Meanwhile, her eyes slowly
closed, and her mouth opened, her lips were drawn back in a hiss of pain or
shock. The picture then speeded up, showing the cock slamming into her, and
her indrawn gasp of shock, then it rewound and played again, and again.
Finally the screen returned to normal, a full length shot of Jennifer kneeling,
and the Oriental man behind her, pumping into her quickly and brutally.

The microphone picked up her grunts and moans, and the "slap... slap... slap...
slap... slap... " of his belly and hips hitting her buttocks. The camera panned
up and down her body, now and then moving in for a close-up of her crotch with
the cock sliding in and out of her cunt. The man's hands held her hips, then
slid down along her sides to her hanging, swaying breasts. He gripped them
tightly near her chest and squeezed cruelly, fisting the malleable flesh and
digging his fingers in deep, twisting and crushing her breasts as she whimpered
and winced in pain.

All the while his hips kept pumping, kept rutting, kept hammering his cock
deep into the slender young blonde teenager's pussy. The camera never moved
higher than the man's belly, as he humped Jennifer with apparent relish.

Abruptly the image shimmered, and was replaced by another, almost identical
picture. It was still Jennifer, still in the same position, and taken from the
same angle, in the same place, but now the man fucking her was a very dark
skinned black man. His hands roamed her body, as he pumped into her, his
strokes wilder and harder than the Oriental's. He fucked her furiously, making
Jennifer's entire body shake and tremble, as he crashed into her buttocks
repeatedly. His cock slid back and forth, as he fucked her and his ass twisted
and ground around from side to side, as he humped from different angles.

Again the picture shimmered, and again it was a different man fucking the girl,
this one a lighter skinned black man. Again he fucked her hard, fondled her
freely. Again the image shimmered, and now another Oriental was using the poor
girl, his cock comparatively small, as it rodded her. The camera slowly slid
around to her face, and Dave could see the exhaustion and pain and misery on
her, as her head shook from the blows striking her buttocks. Then the camera
panned upwards to a blackboard. On the blackboard were the instructions that
Kingston had spoken of. Transco was to sell all it's polluting industries, in
order: the oil, chemical, and paper. Kingston had only three days to sell all
oil companies or else the kidnappers threatened to turn the girl's stay into a
"Torment of unspeakable agony."

Jennifer lay tiredly on a small mat on the floor of a small room. She was
numbed by the events of the last few days, and lay there unmoving, staring up
at the ceiling. After the first raping by the big man, who had gone on to force
her to suck his cock and drink his sperm, she had been dragged out of the
bedroom and down the hallway to a large, darkened room. There were several men
standing around there, causing her to blush furiously, despite her recent
raping.

The man didn't speak to her. The Oriental who'd brought her in, shoved her to
her hands and knees on a small mat, and slapped her behind, until she knelt
there in place, unmoving. Men with cameras moved next to her, taking pictures
of her as she hung her head in humiliation. She hadn't even seen the man at
first who'd knelt behind her. Then he'd pulled her up by her hair, and forced
her to look towards one of the cameras, as he thrust into her. She'd had to
keep blinking miserably into the camera lights while he fucked her.

After he'd cum inside of her, he moved away, and another man began raping her,
while the cameras continued to watch. After him came another, and another. She
just knelt there unmoving, as one after another of them raped her before the
cameras. As horrible as that ordeal was, even worse was the thought of what
they would do with the pictures. She was horrified at the thought of them
sending them to her father, and yet she had the sinking feeling that was just
what they were going to do.

That had been yesterday. Today she was again raped, and again pictures had
been taken. The big man who'd raped her first, seemed to be in charge, like
some kind of obscene director. None of the cameras were around when he abused
her again.

First they had placed thick, black, steel manacles on her wrists and ankles. A
similar steel collar was locked around her throat, and thick, heavy chain was
connected between the collar, and the manacles on her wrists and ankles. The
big man had again fucked her as she had knelt before him. His sperm had again
gushed down her pussy tunnel. After that, he had sat in a chair while she
sucked him hard again, and swallowed his juice.

After that, he got dressed, and then led her down the hall to the same room
with the cameras and men, as she'd been in the previous day. There she had
stood still and upright, her eyes blinking numbly, while they took pictures of
her in her chains. She was then led over to where an Oriental man sat on a big,
overstuffed chair, and forced to her knees before him. The manacles on her
wrists had been locked together behind her back, as she knelt forward into the
man's lap, over his naked, semi-erect cock.

One of the camera men had knelt only a couple of feet beside her, while she was
slapped, and had her hair pulled, and then began to cry. She knew that the old
man who was responsible was pleased when she cried, and the cameras watched,
patiently taking in her tears. She finally gave in, and began to suck on the
man's cock, as the cameras rolled, filming her torments and humiliation. She
bobbed her lips up and down his long, thick yellow shaft, bending far forwards,
her belly across the center of the chair, and her ass up in the air.

After that man came in her mouth, he got up and a black man sat down there.
Again she was forced to suck him, taking his cock deep into her mouth, as she
bobbed up and down. As he was about to cum, he pulled her head up, and then
fisted his cock. It erupted in thick gobs of bubbling white cum, shooting into
her face, striking her forehead and eyes and nose and cheeks and lips. Finally,
the man wiped his cock across her cheeks, and then moved away. The cameras
whirring almost silently, capturing everything for posterity.

Another man took his place, and again Jennifer had to suck him until he came.
Like the first man, he'd sprayed his jism into her face and hair. Another man
then sat before her, and her tired lips and tongue worked him to a climax,
again sprayed into her face, some shooting onto her breasts.

The first man then stood behind her, and pulled her up by her hair, bending
her backwards as she knelt on the floor. Her chest was thrust out, as he bent
her painfully backwards, pulling her head up and back, until it was almost
upside down. Then he'd thrust his erection past her lips and started to pump it in
and out of her mouth. She'd groaned uncomfortably, but tried to work
his penis up so it would cum quickly. He'd had other plans though.
He'd pumped even harder, thrusting his cock-head deep into her mouth,
grinding it against the entrance to her throat.

She'd had only the slightest warning before it had smashed into her throat, and
punched down her windpipe. She squirmed and trembled in terror and pain, but
he held her tightly, as his balls came to rest against her upper lip. He then
begun to pump his cock inside of her throat, as Jennie moaned unintelligibly.
His cock fucked her throat like it was a cunt, pushing in and out in long,
slow movements that threatened to strangle her. Finally he poured his cum down
her throat, pulling out at the end to squeeze the last drops between her
upturned, parted lips, as the cameras watched.

The big man, Yoshiro-something-or-other, had promised her that each day would
be worse than the previous for her, and that each would show her how ignorant,
weak and abandoned she was. He seemed to take great happiness and pride in
telling her this, and she couldn't understand why. Obviously he hated her
father, but she didn't know why, nor why he was taking it out on her. She
couldn't even think about who was looking at the movies that they were taking
of her, and she shivered as she lay there, watching the light grow in the room,
as the sun rose outside. What would they do to her today? What terrible movies
would they make?

 

                               Chapter 4



She didn't have long to wait. It was only a short time later that she was led
from her cell to a room, where, as in the previous two days, Japanese women
waited to wash her. They seemed as happy as previous times as they cleaned her
up, washed her hair, then dried her and carefully applied some make-up.

She was then escorted to the room that she thought of as the bedroom, where
the big man waited for her. As he had yesterday, he took her on her hands and
knees, spraying his seed into her belly. Then he forced her to fellate him,
until he was hard again. This time though, he stopped her, once he was hard.
He pushed her onto her belly on the bed, then took the manacles that remained
on her wrists and ankles, and fastened them by the chains at the four corners
of the bed. Thus tightly spreadeagled on her belly, she'd been unable to do
anything to resist him, as he began to fondle her buttocks lovingly.

She now knew what was going to happen, and cringed inwardly. It was a
mortifying thought that he would use her like that, but she knew that she could
do nothing to prevent it, and tried to remember what she knew of the act. She'd
never known a girl who said that she'd actually done it. All she knew were the
ways boys used it as an insult about homosexuals. Once though, she'd heard a
boy say that he'd like to "fuck her in the ass", or something like that. She
closed her eyes and whimpered in misery, as the big man knelt between her legs
and gazed down at her rounded buttocks.

His hands dropped down onto her ass cheeks and rested there briefly. His
fingers opened, and he caressed her soft skin, his hands sliding back and forth,
up the length of her ass crack, squeezing lightly against her warm flesh. Then
the fingers on his right hand closed, slid up and down her ass crack, directly
across her round hole, and slid down between her splayed thighs to cup her
pussy mound. Then he bent forward, dropping his body over hers, laying his
full weight down onto her. He pressed her into the mattress, his heavy,
sweating body squashing her slender frame beneath him. She felt his muscled
chest pressing into her back, and his rapidly hardening cock against her ass.
He reached down and slid the length of his shaft downwards, so that it lay in
the crease of her ass crack.

Then he softly rubbed himself against her, his cock-knob sliding over her slit.
He dry fucked her for long moments, his shaft moving between her pussy lips.
Then he slid aside, and she wondered why, wondering at the pressure coming off
of her body. Then she felt his fingers at her butt-hole. A long, straight
finger pushed against her hole, and dipped inside. She felt a wetness, a
slickness, an oily substance on the end of his finger, as it pushed into her,
forcing it's way past her sphincter. He pulled it out, and there was a pause,
then it pushed against her brown eye again. She could feel some gooey
substance on it now, as it drove slowly into her anus. She whined softly, her
fingers squeezing into her palms.

Then he got on top of her again, and this time she felt his prick head push
against her rectal opening. It was soft, and at the same time hard. It mashed
against her small round opening, seeking entry. The hardness of his shaft was
behind it, as the weight of his body bore it down into her. It slid into her
slowly, very slowly. Then, as the knob passed her sphincter, he suddenly thrust
down hard. She gasped and ground her teeth together, as his prong stabbed into
her anus, slicing down the length of her shit-tube, as he sought to bury his
organ within the tight sucking depths of her rectum.

"Ahh!" she cried. "Oh God!" 

She felt split apart down there, torn and ripped, as his fat cock forced it's
way deeper into her anus. She pulled helplessly at her bonds, but her legs
remained wide open, as his shaft slid remorselessly into her body. Inch after
inch of yellow cock slid into her ass hole, until his fat balls were crushed
up between her buttocks, and his belly squashed her ass cheeks beneath it. She
could hardly breath from the pain, and the weight of his body on top of her.

She closed her eyes and drew a shaky breath, trying to ride past the pain, as
the big man began to nuzzle his mouth against the nape of her neck. He chewed
and sucked and nibbled at the side of her throat, biting, with sharp little
nips, that made her yelp with pain. He ground himself against her, sliding his
body from side to side, then upwards along her body, digging and twisting his
prick within her anus. She felt it high up inside of her, and felt it moving
within her body, twisting within the tight tube encasing it.

He began a slow, grinding fuck, his belly rubbing against her buttocks, as he
humped his cock inside of her rectum. Then his hands came down on the mattress
on either side of her head, and he raised his upper body off of her back. He
began drawing the length of his prick-meat up and out of her anus, sliding it
up out of her tight hole, until only his head lay buried within her.

Then he threw his hips forwards, and dropped his weight back down onto her, so
that his cock drove brutally down into her once more. The air whooshed out of
her lungs, as she felt his cock rapidly spear into her again. She clenched her
teeth tightly against the pain, as tears forced their way through her closed
eyelids. He then began to fuck her ass hole with deep powerful strokes, sliding
his cock forcefully in and out of her ass hole, as he reamed out her anus. His
fat cock moved back and forth inside her elastic tube, pumping, pumping,
and pumping into her.

She trembled, pulling nervelessly against her bonds again and again, feeling
only that fat cock inside of her rectum, churning faster and faster, as the
man's excitement mounted. It pounded down into her ass hole, riding on the
slippery, gooey substance of whatever jelly or oil that he'd forced into her.
His cock moved faster and faster, pounding in and out of her, until he finally
gasped with pleasure, and collapsed on top of her, as his cum gurgled down into
her ass tube, as he spent himself. He lay atop of her for a short time, and
then rose and left.

A man came in and untied her, another Japanese man, and led the dazed girl out
of the room. A minute later she was back in the big room with the camera men
and the other "performers". They all gathered around the trembling girl as she
was led naked into the center of the room, and forced down onto her hands and
knees. Then her hands were drawn behind her and cuffed together, forcing her
to balance herself on her shoulders, with her ass raised high in the air, and
her legs spread wide apart.

One of the Oriental men knelt behind her, as the cameras pulled in, and she
felt his cock at her pussy. He thrust into her with a hard, solid thrust,
burying half of his shaft instantly. He forced the rest inside of her, and then
began to pump. The cameras watched intently, as he thrust into her a dozen or
so times, then pulled out and re-centered his cock against her anal opening.
His cock head was pushing against her ass hole, and slowly sank into her. He
drove his prong down into her anus, which was still loose and numb from her
previous ass fucking. She closed her eyes, as her face was pressed to the
floor, and tried to keep from crying out loud in agonizing pain, as his cock
impaled her.

He began to fuck her smoothly, as one of the cameras drew in close to watch
the length of his shaft, as it slid in and out of her ass hole. She opened her
eyes briefly, to find another camera only inches away, recording her facial
expressions, as she was so crudely and brutally sodomized. The man's belly
slapped repeatedly into her taut buttocks, as he rutted into her. Her shoulders
and head rubbed back and forth against the floor in time with his powerful
strokes. Then the cameras suddenly stopped.

The man pulled his hard meat out of her anus, and moved away, as she was hauled
up onto her shaky feet. Her hands were unbound, and she was led a few feet
over, to where one of the black men sat on a small, straight-backed armless
chair. He was naked, and his long, fat cock stood straight up in the air, as
he gazed lustfully at her nude body.

"Get on him and fuck him," one of the men told her. "And do it good, or we'll
kick the shit out of you."

She was frightened of the threats, and so inured to her rapings by now, that
she didn't question her ability to refuse. She straddled the chair, facing the
man, though she didn't look at him. The cameras whirred again, as she slowly
lowered herself down into his lap. She lay flat on his thighs, then rose
slightly, grabbing his prick in her left hand, and holding it up against her
pussy entrance. Then she slowly sank down onto it, letting the thick, dark
meat push upwards into her body, taking inch after inch of his black cock into
her cunt.

She slid down the length of his cock, until her ass cheeks were resting on his
thighs. She sat there, her hands on his shoulders, as she let herself down
slowly, wincing slightly as his cock-knob pushed firmly into her cervix. His
big hands came down and covered her buttocks, pulling her down onto him,
forcing her torso against his, as her legs spread wider, and her pink flesh
hugged his prick. She grunted, as she felt herself impaled on the hardness of
his erection, but made no resistance.

Her round breasts flattened against his muscular chest, and his arms both came
around the small of her back. He held his left wrist with his right hand, and
then pulled in hard. She gasped in pain, as his arm crushed her against him.
Her crotch was locked against his, her fuck hole deeply impaled on his long
black prick. His arm continued to crush her, and her mouth opened in a
soundless gasp of pain and fear, as he looked down at her cruelly. Then his
mouth came down, as his lips crushed hard against hers, his tongue stabbing
into her mouth.

Her arms and legs jerked and quivered, as pain lanced into her back. She sobbed
in pain, trying to pull away from him, but was unable to move an inch. He made
no effort to fuck her, simply holding her there, as his mouth raped hers. Then
he slowly loosened his grip, letting it slide away. He seized her head with
his hands, and held her an inch away from his face, glaring at her.

"Fuck me, bitch!" he hissed, in a low sneering tone. His hands came down away
from her, and she breathed deeply, as she moved away from his chest. She barely
resisted an impulse to leap to her feet and run away, knowing that it would
bring her only pain. Instead, she slid her hands back onto his shoulders, and
began to push herself upward. His cock was so tightly buried inside of her,
that she had to tug with her crotch, in order to move upwards, to shake herself
loose from his organ.

She slid upwards on his cock, then slowly lowered herself again, as the cameras
recorded the event. She repeated the act, as she began to fuck him. She began
to rise and fall, rise and fall, sliding her box up and down his upthrust
prick. She could feel, could sense the exact penetration of his shaft, of his
knob up inside of her from this angle. She could feel, and almost see his hard
prong pushing up into her body, as she slid downward. Her weight made the
shaft punch upwards through her soft pink pussy flesh each time that she
dropped down, sliding it far up inside of her belly.

Then his arm came around the small of her back again, and as before, jerking
tight, like a vice, and locking her crotch against his. Her upper body bent
backwards in pain, as his fists joined together at the small of her back, and
ground brutally into her. Her toes scratched at the floor, as she quivered and
shook and whined against him. Then she felt other hands at her buttocks, as he
lifted her slightly. She felt a cock against her anus, and felt it pushing
hard against her. Hands shoved her against his chest, crushing her up against
him. She couldn't even turn her head to look, as the other man's cock forced
it's way into her rectum.

Dave watched as the second black man forced his cock into the girl's ass hole,
impaling her on two big black pricks, as she was helplessly pinned against the
first black man. He watched the man force every last inch of his thick cock
into the teenager's ass hole. Then the two men began to hump into the girl,
alternating their rhythm, as they slammed into her again and again, rocking
her back and forth on their two cocks. He could see both men's faces clearly,
and wondered why on earth that they would allow their faces to be in the
picture.

The two men pulled back, the seated man sliding her down along his thighs, and
raising her ass in the air so she was half squatting atop of him. Then the two
men lunged against her, slamming their cocks into her from either side,
crushing her slim body between their muscular chests.

Jennifer grunted and gasped in pain, double reamed and bruisingly crushed. The
two men drew back, and then lunged forwards once again, their pricks spearing
into her. Again and again they crushed her between them, until finally cuming
inside of her.

But that wasn't the end of the tape, of course. They had Jennifer on her left
side on the floor. Two more men, both Orientals, knelt there, one by her ass,
and the other by her belly. They lifted her right leg high into the air, and
then pushed forwards with their cocks, forcing them into her anus and cunt at
the same time. They began to fuck her with long, deep strokes, at first
alternating between sawing in and out of her taut crotch holes, and then
joining in together with powerful, jarring thrusts, until they too, seemingly
came inside of her.

There was no doubt at all that the ransom itself was of little importance. Dave
figured that the real reason that the girl had been kidnapped was right there
on the TV screen. They wanted to use and abuse her, so that they could film it,
and send the tapes to Kingston. On the screen, the girl was rearranged, on her
hands and knees. A man knelt behind her and entered her anus, fucking her hard,
while another knelt before her. Her hair was yanked, to raise her head, and
then a cock was thrust between her lips, and once again she was pounded from
two directions at once.

Then another man knelt in front of her face, his hand gripping her hair, and
twisting her head aside, pulling her face up against his hard erection. Her
lips opened tiredly, and he thrust his cock into her mouth. The three men
pumped away at the poor girl, fucking her excitedly, running their hands all
over her body, squeezing, pinching, and stroking it.

The camera kept moving in for extreme close-ups, first focusing on her ass hole,
and the cock thrusting in and out there, then widening up to take in her entire
groin, and both of the cocks there, as they pounded into her. It moved in for
a close-up of her fuck-hole, then and watched the glistening length of fuck
meat, as it slid back and forth inside of her. Then it was her pretty young
face, her lips widely ovaled, and her cheeks pulled in, as she sucked on the
thick cock sliding in and out of her oral cavity. Her eyes were weary and dull,
as she sucked the cock, and Dave could see that her tongue was sliding back
and forth against her cheeks, as she moved it over the shaft within her oral
orifice.

Then the scene widened again, taking in all four participants in the lewd
scene. Dave had never seen anything like this, despite his experience in the
FBI. This was a deliberate degradation, perpetrated against the girl, for the
sole purpose of angering or humiliating her father. They picked her up by her
ankles, a man holding each leg with one hand, as he forced his cock into her
with the other. She was hung upside down between two men, one of whom slid his
cock into her ass hole, and the other who fucked his prick into her cunt.

They held her legs wide apart, as they fucked into her. The girl's head hung
down a foot above the floor, as they pumped into her crotch holes. A third man
slid under her on his back, raising his prick straight upwards, and yanking
back her head, so that she was looking straight down at his cock. Then he slid
his cock into her mouth. From that angle of course, her mouth led straight up
into her throat, and his cock had no difficulty sliding into it, and up into
her chest. Her lips were pressed against the man's balls, as his long cock was
fully impaled in her throat.

Another man knelt down in front of her, managing to push between the legs of
the man fucking her cunt. He seized her two titties, and slid his cock between
them, mashing them tightly against his sliding meat, as he fucked against her
chest. The camera angle kept changing, the scene going from a far wide angled
shot, to close-ups. For long minutes the four cocks tormented the girl, pumping
into her, as the men shook and jerked and yanked on her body. Then one by one,
they dropped their loads of semen into her exhausted body, and then pulled
away, finally leaving her on her face on the floor, with the final man pumping
his cock slowly up her ass hole.

He too eventually finished, and the camera showed the girl lying there alone,
before sliding up to the blackboard again, and the message there. It was
similar to the last one, ordering Transco to sell all it's oil stocks at once.
It was obvious to him, as to the other men in the security branch, that
Kingston had made a powerful enemy somewhere in Japan. Either that, or someone
was trying to make them believe that it was in Japan. It took only a cursory
scanning of the files, to find out who that was most likely to be.

After all, it had been the security branch, and it's expensive and productive
espionage unit, that had flagged the likely sale of the Hensa's American oil
company, and had bugged the meeting that had decided who was going to get it.
It had been a steal for Transco to move in cheaply, and take the company away
from Gingta Co. In another year, they'd sell the company for twenty or thirty
times what they'd paid, that is, if Kingston didn't sell the stock first.

And who would buy it? Gingta oil? The man who ran Gingta Co. was supposed to
be both ruthless and incredibly arrogant. Nobody had ever proved any criminal
wrongdoing before, but then. the Japs were pretty cosy at the high executive
levels. Gingta wasn't known to have any kind of security branch, nothing like
Transco's anyway. So if they'd done something like snatch Kingston's daughter,
and in such a professional way, it had likely been hired out, and Japan was
the place to do that too. The Yakuza there were well know. Hell, they were
almost public corporations in their own right.

Of course it might just be a setup, someone trying to frame Gingta for this,
while they took advantage of the confusion. The only thing that pointed to
Japan, was the original print. That, and the fact that several of the men in
the videos were Oriental.

The phone rang and he picked it up. "Hello."

"Dave? This is Phil. Guess what? A Gingta Company jet touched down in Los
Angeles yesterday. According to the records, another arrived the day before,
and one the day before that too.

"Each carrying a video?"

"Maybe. I checked the records for the past two years. Gingta doesn't make a
habit of flying jets into LAX. They do it maybe two or three times a year. No
more."

"So if they're flying in these videos, we should get another in today."

"One's due at sixteen hundred hours."

"I want you to stay there. I'll send some more people to you. I want the
passengers on that plane followed. do you have any contacts in customs there?"

"Some."

"See if you can get someone you know to search their luggage. Let me know if
there's a video tape."

"If I can."

Five hours later the phone rang again. "It's Phil. One guy got off of the plane,
and he's carrying a cassette."

"Where is he?"

"He's driving north on Marywether. I'm right behind him."

"Any idea where he's headed?"

"Not so far."

"Okay. I'm gonna meet you. Hang tight."

It had just occurred to him that he was no longer with the FBI, or any police
force, and that he wasn't going for some kind of arrest and conviction. He
didn't need no stinking warrant for this guy to see. He dashed to the elevator,
and five minutes later screeched out of the parking lot in the company car.

He called Grogan again, and kept the line open, as he moved to intercept the
Jap. It didn't take long. The guy was headed downtown. Then Phil reported that
the guy had spotted them. They were now moving at close to seventy miles an
hour, and pin wheeling around corners and through traffic.

Dave kept turning from one street to another, trying to intercept the Jap, as
two other cars pursued him. Finally the man made a mistake. He turned down a
long street with no side streets, and Dave was near the other end. He stepped
on the gas and raced forward, tires squealing, as he turned around the corner
and headed straight for the oncoming Japanese man. Ahead he spotted the guy,
dodging back and forth in traffic. He jammed on the brakes, and the car slid
sideways, blocking oncoming traffic.

Other cars honked and squealed, as they tried to dodge him. Within seconds
there was a dozen cars stopped, completely blocking the road. The Jap slid to
a stop, and the two other company cars pulled in behind him. He threw it into
reverse, ramming the first car, but he was driving a compact, and didn't have
any weight behind it. Four men jumped out and surrounded his car, guns drawn.
Dave jumped across a couple of cars, and arrived just as Phil dragged the man
from his car.

"Too many people around!" he yelled. "Get him into your car and drive him to
the docks. Take his car along and I'll follow."

They dragged the protesting man into one of the other cars, while one of the
men got into his. Dave ran back to his car and backed it away, then turned and
drove fast. Ten minutes later the four cars were pulled up under a bridge.

"Only thing here is this briefcase." Phil said, showing it to him.

Open it."

"Locked."

"See if he's got the key."

"Hey. You got the key for this?" Phil asked the man. The man glared back, not
answering. Phil rifled through his suit, as another of the men held him in
place, and emerged with a set of keys. He tried several small ones in the lock
and it popped open. There was a tape sitting right there on top. He pulled it
out and walked back to his car. He'd brought one of the company cars meant for
senior execs. It had a VCR, and small tv in the back. He got in and popped the
tape into the VCR, then turned it on.



                                Chapter Five



Jennie got almost no sleep. Her long sexual mistreatment before the cameras had
exhausted her. It had gone on and on, with the men taking her repeatedly, not
solely for the camera, but also for their own lustful purposes. Her ass hole
ached for hours afterwards, and she could hardly talk, even if there were
anyone to talk to, for her throat had been plumbed repeatedly. Every day seemed
to be worse than the one before it, just as Yoshiro had warned her. No matter
what she did or said, she was given no respite, and shown no mercy.

Morning came, and again she was taken to the bathing room, where the three
Japanese women carefully cleaned her, and then she was brought to see Yoshiro
again. She walked into the room resignedly, and Yoshiro ordered her to her
knees. He stood above her, looking down disdainfully. She knelt, straight
backed, her arms at her sides, looking up and waiting for him to give her
orders. After three days of constant raping, she had little spirit left to
resist or rebel.

He gripped her hair, and pulled her face against his groin. His cock was soft,
but he didn't seem to want her to suck him. Instead he just rubbed her face
over his crotch for a while. Then he stepped back and shoved her forwards onto
her hands and knees. He knelt behind her and entered her cunt, casually fucking
her for several long minutes, as she knelt there. He came inside her, slapped
her ass, then rose and left the room. She didn't know why he left her every
morning, only to send someone over to bring her over to him.

Soon the man arrived, and she submissively followed him down the hall, and into
the other room. There were no naked men waiting for her this time. Instead
there were two very large, very black women, and they were both naked. She
looked at them in surprise and consternation. The cameras were there, and
Yoshiro sat in his normal chair, ready to watch the action. She was shoved
into the center of the room, and the two women, both of whom towered over her,
moved against her. Then they pressed their naked bodies against hers, and
began kissing and fondling her.

Their hot black skin pressed against her from both sides. Jennie groaned, as
the one in front of her seized her head between her strong fingers, bent it
back, and locked their lips together. The woman's big hard breasts pushed into
Jennie's chest. She had big fat lips, and a huge Afro. Her body was thick boned
and her breasts large and fat. The one behind her was slimmer, but seemed more
muscular. She had very, very short hair, with small breasts. Her skin gleamed
black, as if oiled.

The woman behind her kept humping her crotch into Jennie's buttocks. Her hands
slid around Jennie, cupping and squeezing her smaller pink orbs, fondling and
kneading her soft meat. Then one hand slid down between her thighs, and began
to fondle her pussy. For long minutes, the two women sandwiched her like that,
rubbing their bodies back and forth against hers, as they kissed and stroked
her. Then the one in front drew away, moving back and sitting down on a wide
chair. She spread her legs, and slouched back, opening herself up.

The woman behind Jennie shoved her forwards, pushing down on her shoulders, to
force her to her knees in front of the seated woman. This was basically like
school, she thought, her face being pressed against the dark black cunt. The
only difference was, there were no blacks in her school. She knelt there and
her fingers slid into the woman's cunt, opening it, and revealing the pink
flesh inside. The other woman knelt behind her, and Jennie felt something hard
at her crotch. She turned to see a long thick black dildo, strapped to the
woman's crotch.

They turned her head back, and the seated woman pulled her face into her crotch.
Jennie slid her fingers between the woman's pussy lips, and opened her up, then
tentatively licked at her slit. She felt the other woman's fingers at her own
pussy lips, spreading them wide, as the hard rubber dildo pushed against her.
The dildo was harder than any of the numerous cocks that had forced their way
into her body over the past three days. She winced and whimpered in protest,
but knew that she couldn't escape the careful penetration. The dildo pried her
cunt lips apart, and slowly moved into her pussy.

Meanwhile she began tonguing the other woman's clit, running her tongue back
and forth against the little pink bud, in fast little swipes, as she rubbed
her fingers up and down the slit. She slid a single finger into the woman's
fuck tube, and pushed it up inside of her. The woman held her head tightly,
and ground her crotch upward in slow circular movements, as Jennie ate her out.
The woman behind her pushed more and more of her rubber prick into Jennie's
defenseless twat tube, jamming it up hard, when it seemed that her pussy was
too small to take it all.

She began to twist the dildo from side to side, then began carefully fucking
into the white girl. She humped back and forth, playing to the camera, letting
it ease in close to watch the dildo penetrating the blonde girl's pussy. Her
hands stroked Jennie's back and buttocks, as she stroked smoothly, going faster
and faster. Soon she was pounding the dildo into Jennie so hard, that she was
ramming the slender girl's body forward with each powerful thrust.

Jennie's face was smeared with cunt cream, as the other black woman grunted
and moaned and rubbed herself against her face. Her tongue slid high up into
the black woman's cunt, slurping and sucking at her cunt juices, as the woman
came heavily. The two women then exchanged places, and Jennie began to tongue
a new cunt. Again she began sucking on her lips, tonguing her clitty and
pumping her finger into the woman's box. The woman slouched back, her legs
spread wide, with a single hand on top of Jennie's head. Her other hand fondled
her own breasts, as she humped up into Jennie's mouth. She lay back, moaning
softly, and bouncing her ass on the edge of the chair.

The other woman hadn't donned the harness holding the dildo. Instead she knelt
behind Jennie, and just fucked the dildo in and out with her hand. Then she
suddenly slapped Jennie hard on her ass. The sound made a loud "CRACK!" in the
otherwise quiet room.

Jennie squealed and tried to pull her head up, but the other woman held her in
place against her crotch. The woman behind her continued to pump the dildo hard
into her cunt. She raised her hand and slapped her ass again, even harder.
Again there was a loud "CRACK!", along with a yelp of pain from the blonde.
Again she jerked back, but was held in place, with her face locked into the
woman's crotch. The woman fucking her with the dildo began to spank her then
with slow slaps.

They weren't as hard as the first two, at least, most of them weren't. She
would slap several times, each stinging, but not too badly, then she would
give her a good hard slap that made the blonde tremble and shake and jerk
backwards to escape the pain. Jennie's hands were seized and pulled up behind
her, then locked together with steel handcuffs. Then the woman behind her,
whom Jennie couldn't even see, since her face was stuck against the other
woman's cunt, began to spank her fast, her hand slapping down repeatedly
against Jennie's soft, tender ass cheeks.

There wasn't anything that Jennie could do but take it. She winced at each
blow, but kept licking and tonguing the other woman's clit. Whenever she
slowed down, the woman pulled her hair, until she moved her tongue quickly.
The woman was gyrating her hips around and around, and then her cum gushed out
of her crack, and literally flew into Jennie's face.

The woman behind her seized the dildo, and gave it several rapid pumps into
Jennie, as she continued to slap her ass with one hand. Then she thrust it far
inside of her, and moved back slightly. There was a whistling sound, and
something else cracked against Jennie's upturned ass.

She yowled into the pussy before her, as her ass exploded in pain. She managed
to turn her head for just an instant, just long enough to see the other woman
was now holding a belt in her hands. Then her face was twisted back into the
other woman's pussy again. The belt whistled through the air again, and cracked
down hard across her buttocks. Again and again it lashed down across Jennie's
helpless ass cheeks, bringing stinging pain into the girl's sensitive flesh,
as the girl knelt there helplessly.

Jennie's ass wiggled and jerked and twisted and bobbed and shook under the
constant rain of blows. The soft white skin turned an deep, ugly red. The pain
made her whole ass burn and throb angrily. Tears of pain slid down her cheeks,
as the woman sitting yanked cruelly on her hair, forcing her tongue back
against her clit.

The dildo was like a hard lump between Jennie's legs, it made her pussy bulge
outwards, and pressed hard against her cunt lips and cervix, as her legs closed
instinctively against the brutal whipping. Closing her legs only made her cunt
tighter around the hard rubber cock, and she groaned into the cunt flesh before
her, as it pinched up against her clitty.

The black woman behind her seized the dildo, and began twisting it around
inside of her, ignoring her squeals of pain and misery. She gave it several
quick jerks and thrusts, before resuming her brutal whipping of the white
girl's ass cheeks.

Dave watched the black women raping the thin blonde, watched the dildo thump
into her from behind. He watched her round ass getting beaten, and watched as
she was pushed back onto her back on the floor, and one of the blacks moved
on top of her like a man, thrusting the dildo into the blonde girl's pussy.

They took the girl in every position imaginable, on hands and knees, on her
back, with her ankles pushed back against her head, on her side, and upside
down. They squatted over her face and rubbed their pussies against her cunt,
face, and tits. They forced her to suck and chew on their breasts and nipples,
and to lick their ass holes and cunts, and suck on their toes.

Finally, they dragged her to her feet. The black woman with the big Afro stood
behind her, one arm behind Jennifer's back, through the girl's handcuffed arms,
the other hand gripping her tangled hair, and holding her head up. The other
woman walked up and punched the teenager in her belly. Dave almost winced
himself, as the blond girl gasped in pain, and tried to double over. The other
woman wouldn't let her though. The other woman punched her in her belly a
second time, then punched her right breasts, mashing the meat. She punched her
left breast, and then her right one again. She brought her knee up hard into
Jennifer's crotch, ramming hard bone up into soft, pulpy cunt meat. Then she
calmly began to slap the girl in the face. She used alternate hands, slapping
the girl on the left cheek, and then the right one.

He watched perhaps thirty blows, before the woman stopped. Then they let the
girl drop to the floor. She moved slowly, her eyes blinking slightly. The
women moved away, then one turned back and kicked brutally hard into Jennifer's
stomach. The tape ended with the same blackboard shot, ordering Kingston to
sell his oil shares. He got out of the car and went back to where the Japanese
man was being held.

"Who do you work for?" he demanded, but the man only glared at him insolently.

"We can force it out of you." The man held his hand up with a sneer. There were
two fingers missing. The Yakusa often cut off one of their fingers before
their boss, if they made a mistake, as a sign of apology and devotion.

"I'm not impressed," Dave grunted. "Get enough drugs in you, and you'll talk."

A train was approaching, and Dave turned to look at it for a moment. "We've
got more witnesses today than we need," he said. "Bring him, and we'll see if
we can find someplace more private."

They shoved the man towards the car, but he suddenly lashed out with a furious
sideways kick, throwing the man there aside. He chopped at the arm of the man
holding him, and then broke loose, racing towards the train with the rest of
them in pursuit.

Dave thought at first that he was going to get away, running in front of the
train and using it to block their pursuit. But to his astonishment, the man
flopped down across the tracks, and grabbed tightly to the rail. Two of his
pursuers slid to a stop next to him, grabbing at his arms, but he hung on
fanatically, as the train grew closer and started blowing it's whistle.

They pulled frantically at him, their heads turning back towards the oncoming
train, and they only managed to leap back just in time, as the train, it's
wheels squealing, roared over the man. Dave turned away, not eager to see what
was left.

"Jesus! What a psycho!" Phil gasped.

"They're all like that, the Yakuzas. They're fanatics."

"What do we do now?"

"First off, we get the hell out of here before the police show up."

"What about the tape?"

"It was her all right. She must be in Japan."

"But where?"

"That I don't know yet, and we'd better find out fast, because these tapes are
getting worse each day."

Jennifer spent the evening, night, and early morning against a cold stone wall,
her hands chained together above her head. The room that she was in was kept
in complete darkness, most of the time. Every now and then, at irregular
intervals, a powerful spotlight would blink on and focus directly at her. A
siren would wail, and then suddenly a powerful jet of freezing water would
spray onto her body from the nozzle of a hose placed only a few feet in front
of her. The light, siren, and water would assault her for five seconds or so,
then she would be left in darkness and silence, dripping wet and freezing cold,
with adrenalin streaming through her blood, preventing her from getting any
rest at all. Needless to say, she got no sleep whatsoever.

To make matter worse, a thick vibrator had been forced up her anus, and a
second one up her vagina, soon after the previous day's video was done. A
small chain was tied around her waist, with a second chain descending from the
front, hooked through a small round hole in the base of each vibrator, and then
went up between her buttocks to attach to the back of the chain around her
waist, keeping both vibrators firmly inside of her.

Around midnight, a man came in, and placed fresh batteries in the vibrators,
first hauling her legs out, and shoving them up, and to either side of her
body. After removing the vibrators, he fucked his own cock deep into her cunt
box.

Morning came, and she was half-dragged along the hall to the bathing room,
where the three Japanese women, as happy as ever, carefully washed and dried
her. First removing the vibrators, changing the batteries, and then placing
them back inside of her when they were finished.

After that, she knelt on Yoshiro's floor and sucked his cock, as he stood above
her, stroking her hair. Her hands were free and hung loosely at her sides. She
was utterly exhausted, bone weary, and mentally broken. She made no resistance
to anything, acting dazed even before the day had truly begun.

Yoshiro knew that the events to come would wake her up. After he had raped her
throat, and then forced her to give both of his feet a tongue bath, she was
pulled along the hall to the other room, where the cameras awaited her.

Two men pulled her into the center of the room and stopped, then raised her
arms above her head. They carefully fastened each wrist into a manacle, hanging
from a chain attached to the ceiling, then left her there, almost hanging from
them because of her weakness. Her chin rested on her chest, raising every now
and then, as she blinked around at the others in the room. Then Yoshiro, just
behind her and to the right, nodded at a thickly muscled Japanese man.

The man stepped forward, holding a long, thin cane in his hand.  He swished it
back and forth a few times experimentally. He moved to stand behind Jennifer
and to her left, holding the cane in his right hand. He raised his hand,
drawing it back, and then threw it forward. The thin wooden cane hissed through
the air, and cracked down against the blonde girl's buttocks.

She screamed, the sound immense in the stone room. An angry red, horizontal
line appeared directly across the middle of her twin white buttocks. The man
raised the cane again, once again whipping it down across both cheeks. She
screamed, her lower body lunging forward helplessly, unable to contain the
force of the pain.

Yoshiro snapped a finger at one of the men, indicating the lever for the chains.
The man hurried over and turned it, raising the girl off of her feet.

The cane lashed down across her ass again, and the blonde howled in pain,
shaking and writhing, while kicking her feet furiously. Again and again the
cane slashed down across the girl's ass cheeks, leaving them criss-crossed
with dark red lines of pain. Then he stopped, placing the cane on a nearby
table, and picked up a dark leathery instrument, similar to a riding crop,
only slightly longer, and with less weight. He raised it and brought it down
hard against her back, high up near her shoulders.

The sound was deep and harsh, a meaty thwack of force as it impacted against
her flesh. She shrieked in agony, her entire body jerking and twitching and
shaking. Yoshiro held up his wine glass, and a servant quickly hurried forward
and refilled it. The crop slashed against the middle of the blonde's back,
again bringing howls of pain from her. It next cut across the top of her
buttocks, then against her shoulders, then the middle of her back once more.
Blow after blow landed on the helpless pitiful girl's back until new ones
brought only a short gagging cry and gasp.

The man stopped, putting the thing back on the table and looking to Yoshiro,
who nodded. The man picked up something that looked like a fork, though much
bigger, and made of heavy wood. He walked around in front of her, and Yoshiro
changed his position, so that he could watch.

The "fork" was about a foot and a half long, the teeth made of tough hard
rubber. He threw his arm forward, crashing the teeth across the blonde's right
breast. The force of the impact crushed the soft meaty orb, the teeth
splattering down on her malleable flesh with terrific force, cutting it apart,
sending wads of soft meat up between them, as they dug deep furrows in the
already bruised meat.

She screamed anew, despite her hellish exhaustion and numbness, the agony was
just too harsh and cruel for her body's senses to ignore. Her breast throbbed
and burned, several angry red lines cutting across the still jiggling meat.

He brought the terrible instrument down again, this time on her left breast.
Again she shrieked and howled in agony, flailing her legs, as her body jerked
and thrashed furiously. He struck her right breast while she was still writhing
from the previous blow, then struck her right breast again, and then her left
one. He finished soon, leaving her breasts lined with so many lines, that
there was little of her white flesh to be seen. He picked up a belt then, and
began furiously whipping it against her belly and lower chest.

When the whippings were finished, she was taken down and forced onto her knees,
her face shoved into the stone floor and held there by the hair, as one after
another, the men knelt and stuffed their erections into her anus and cunt. Her
thinking processes were totally gone by then, leaving the girl as nothing more
than a mindless slab of meat for their amusement. Pain still assaulted her
continuously, as it would an animal, but it's source and her condition were
not things that she could think about.

She was a pliable, moveable doll, one that gurgled and grunted and whimpered,
but not one with any conscious thinking process. Though her eyes were open,
what she saw made no impact on her mind. They pushed and pulled her this way
and that, positioning her for their sexual attacks throughout the morning.

She was then taken back to be chained against the wall again, the batteries in
her vibrators replaced once again. She hung there for unknowable time, a
pitiable creature without the intelligence of a dog, quivering and trembling
from the pain and misery.

Gradually one source of pleasure made itself known to her body, one source
from amid the many sources of pain. It was little enough, but her body seized
upon it as a source of distraction from the agony assaulting it and her senses
tried to fix upon it. The pleasure seemed to grow and the creature sighed in
response. It was between her legs, where a strange kind of buzzing thing
existed. She didn't consciously think about it, or anything for that matter,
yet in a disembodied way, she was aware of the pleasure, and cultivated it.

Her thighs closed and rubbed together around the buzzing instrument, increasing
the pleasure that it gave her. She groaned softly, her eyes blinking open
momentarily. Her ass pushed against the stone wall, rubbing in slow circles.
Her ass cheeks began to hump outward, thrusting her crotch instinctively
towards the source of the pleasure now inundating her body. A terrible heat
arose from between her legs, making her quiver and shake.

Her head raised and drew back, hitting the wall behind her, as her back arched.
Her legs straightened, and her ass pulled away from the wall. Her legs slid
sideways, opening her moist crotch involuntary, an instinctive response to the
pounding waves of sexual fever burning up into her groin.

A long, low moan of desperate pleasure came from between her puffy lips, and
her body gave a massive shudder. Her head rolled from side to side against the
wall, and her back arched again and again, throwing her swollen, stiff-nippled
breasts up and out.

Then she collapsed completely, hanging exhaustedly from her wrists for a time.
But slowly the energy in her groin began to build up again, and once again she
began to squirm and tremble. her legs spread and she humped her ass forward,
then back against the wall. Doing this, the wall impacted against the small
part of the vibrators that stuck out from her cunt and anus, and a mammoth
blast of ecstasy stabbed into her vitals. She cried out, her eyes opening wide.
She arched her back, trying to bend, trying to bring her crotch up, as she
slapped her ass back against the wall again.

She groaned in pleasure, grinding her ass against the stone. She began to slap
her buttocks back against it maniacally, her cheeks jiggling and bouncing as
she rammed herself back again and again. Her belly exploded with pleasure, a
pleasure that momentarily blocked out all of pain in her tortured body.

She quivered and shook, grunting furiously, as a gigantic orgasm rolled through
her. Her body was now little more than one large sensory receptor now, every
jingling nerve on edge, heightening every feeling to tremendous levels. The
orgasm roared through her like an avalanche. Her body thrashed and shook, as
if in a fit. Her ass slammed back repeatedly, as her eyes rolled back in her
head, and drool slid down from her open mouth, wetting her breasts and belly.

She collapsed again, only to begin the cycle anew.


                                 Chapter 6


Dave was on a Transco jet to Tokyo by the next day. Accompanying him were half
a dozen CIA veterans, used to what the Agency liked to call "wet" operations.
Kingston had been adamant that they do whatever was necessary to rescue his
daughter, no matter the cost. And Dave, despite his background in law
enforcement, had been too outraged by the videos that he'd watched to worry
about according any suspects their rights or due process.

Carefully secreted on the plane were all the equipment that the team might
need in their work, most of it highly illegal in Japan. Certainly the fully
automatic machine-guns, complete with silencers were. Probably the grenades
were too. The ex-CIA boys were happy to be back at the rough work, carefully
checking through their equipment on the flight. Dave looked at them cynically,
like a zoo keeper watching the animals. He didn't trust a one of them.

Oh, he knew that they were reliable and very good at their work. He just didn't
trust the breed as a whole. He would have preferred to go alone, perhaps with
a few friends like Phil and Ed, but these people had more experience in
operations like this.

The man that they thought was ultimately responsible for the kidnapping and
abuse of the Kingston girl, was Yoshiro Hamma, a powerful, influential man in
Japan, who doubtless had numerous friends in high places to call upon if
needed, and to warn him if any official investigation was launched into him or
his company.

Hamma spent all of his time either at his estate on the coast, or at the top
of his company's tower in downtown Tokyo. Like most such men in Japan, he was
a workaholic, rising early and spending all day and most of the night at work.
That meant that they had plenty of time to hit his estate, the most likely
place to find the girl, if Hamma himself was involved in her abuse. Dave was
willing to bet that, that despite the danger, he'd had her brought to his
personal estate, so that he could observe, and perhaps, take part in the girl's
humiliation and abuse.

He obviously was an arrogant man, and would probably feel that there was no
worry of the place ever being invaded by police. His people would be trusting
and loyal, and he wouldn't want to spare the time needed to go to some other
hiding place. No. Dave was willing to bet she was there, if Hamma was guilty
of course. There was also the strong possibility that this was all a setup,
that someone else, perhaps one of Hamma's competitors, had framed him and
Gingta.

There was no hard evidence of any misdeeds by the man. That his was the only
Japanese company that Transco had had any significant altercation with, was why
he was under suspicion. That, and his reputation as a man who was not to be
trifled with. The Japanese customs people, so thorough on civil flights, were
far too polite to give the plane of a powerful corporation, loaded with senior
executives, more than a cursory look, before clearing them through. They didn't
turn up any contraband of course.

They checked into one of the best hotels in the city. To do less would arouse
suspicion. Their bags were mostly just weight, to fool the hotel employees,
though of course, some of their gear was also in them. Their briefcases in
particular, were nothing but cases for the automatic weapons within. They'd
gotten them from the secret service, who used them to guard the President.
Tugging on the handle in a certain way would make the case fall apart, leaving
the man clutching the handle of an Uzi, and ready for action. It was ideal for
Japan's corporate mentality, where everyone carried a briefcase.

Dave and one of the CIA people drove past Hamma's estate in their rented car,
carefully filming it with a small camera. They drove past several times,
though careful not to be noticed. There seemed to be only one direction to hit
the place from, that being the street, as it backed against a sheer drop to
the water below. Two other large estates were on either side, both also with
high walls, and no doubt, heavy security. Besides, Dave didn't like the idea
of climbing two walls to get to the place.

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Jennie's eyes kept closing, and each time she did, the man slapped her face
lightly to get them open again.

"I love to fuck," she said tonelessly. "I like fucking. I like to fuck black
men. I like to fuck everyone. I like to fuck women." She spoke into a
microphone, her vision constantly blurring and losing focus.

"I am a slut. I am a prostitute. I take money to lick men's cocks." Her voice
lost strength, becoming a whisper, and the man slapped her cheeks again, waking
her up slightly.

"Please do what they tell you Daddy, so I can come home and fuck you. You can
fuck my ass hole," she mumbled. "I want to lick your cock. I want to feel your
cock in my cunt hole."

One of Yoshiro's assistants had had an inspiration. Over the next video tape,
they would play the constant droning on of the girl's voice, saying outrageous
things, even as the tape showed her being abused. Her words would halt when
they used the electricity on her of course, for they wanted her screams to
come through clearly.

"I like to fuck old men and little boys," she sighed. "I like to fuck you and
Mommy. I like to suck Mommy's cunt. I like to fuck Uncle Mark and Aunt Ellen.
I like to fuck dogs and horses and pigs. I like to play with myself and stick
my fingers up inside of my cunt."

She was sitting on a low stool, her legs spread wide apart. One of the men
slid the vibrator down against her cunt and held it there, rubbing it slightly.
Her breathing became harsher, her words more strangled. She began gasping and
hissing, then started to moan and whine in pleasure. Finally came a deep
howling cry of sexual release, unmistakable and clear. Her ass rutted against
the vibrator, as she trembled and shook in mindless pleasure. Behind her, her
handcuffed wrists jerked and twitched and tried to pull loose.

Then she sighed, and would have fallen forwards, had they not held her up. They
led her across the room to a large, steel, square framework erected there. Her
wrists and ankles were pulled wide apart, and tightly fastened to the four
corners of the framework. Then they left her there, as the camera focused on
the forlorn teenaged girl, her head bowed, and her body weary. A man moved in,
carrying a pair of pliers. He clicked them nastily, then slid the teeth around
Jennie's left nipple and squeezed tight.

She gasped and shook, then cried out in agony, as the pliers scrunched down on
her nipple. The man's face was an evil leer, as he twisted the pliers around,
threatening to crush her nipple into dust. Then he pulled back, dragging the
nipple out, and pulling her tit flesh behind it. Her tit was stretched outwards
into a tight cone, the tip of which was her tortured nipple, tightly clamped
between the steel teeth of the pliers. Jennifer wailed and shrieked, her body
shaking as much as her tight bondage would allow.

The man let the pliers open, and her tit shot back like a sling shot, bouncing
and jiggling, as it resumed it's normal round form. Her nipple was fat and
bulging, swollen in pain still, and a deep agony-filled red. He stepped
forwards, clicking the pliers again, as she moaned and her eyes rolled wildly.
Then the teeth clamped down on her right nipple, squashing it tightly. Again
Jennie screamed like a wounded animal, her body quaking and her head thrown
back, as her tit exploded in fiery pain. The man pulled outward, stretching
and distorting her right tit this time, threatening to tear her nipple right
off of her breast.

But he let go again. Jennifer stopped screaming, now whining and sobbing, and
twitching occasionally. Both nipples were outrageously swollen in pain, and
throbbing hotly. The man slid something else from his belt. It was a very
sharp needle, about four inches long. He moved right up against her, the
camera following, then fastened the pliers around her swollen left nipple, not
the whole nipple, just the very tip. He pulled outward a little, as Jennifer
jerked and quivered, then the sharp tip of the needle pushed against the side
of her nipple. She watched in a dreadful kind of quivering fascination, as the
needle slowly sank into her flesh. Hot pain erupted again from her almost
numbed nipple, as the needle pushed into it, and then through it, sliding out
the other side.

Although the tip was as sharp as a hypodermic, the needle thickened
considerably along it's length. The man slid the needle fully through the hole
that he'd made in her nipple, widening it, as he forced the entire length of
the needle through and out the other side.

Then he let her nipple go, and moved to her other nipple, repeating his
terrible mutilation, until that nipple also had a hole pierced through it.
Jennifer was an innocent girl, or had been at any rate. Even in her lesbian
dominated boarding school, she'd never heard of nipple piercing, and would have
been appalled to think that people would do something like that voluntarily.

The man put his pliers and needles away, and then pulled out a pair of wires.
Each was thin, and coated with rubber along most of it's length. The last inch
or so was bare however, revealing the coppery wires. He slid the bare wire
into the hole in her left nipple, pushing the wire through and out the other
side, then twisting the end around and tying it off. He pushed the second bare
wire through her right nipple, again twisting it around, so that it was tightly
tied into place. She looked down in disbelief, her eyes wide and
uncomprehending.

The two vibrators had been removed from her cunt and anus, but the chain still
remained. The man slid a long, thin metal probe up into her slick lipped pussy,
and a second one up her rectum. The chain was then used to hold them in place
securely, as he fastened wires to the end of the probes, then stepped back.

Again there was a pause. Yoshiro waited in anticipation. Unlike with the
whipping, there was no movement or sound from the devices. However the girl's
body, hanging slackly now, slowly began to quiver. The quivering became more
pronounced, and soon her body was trembling visibly.

Her head rose ever so slowly, her eyes bleary. Then her head moved back, and
her muscles strained, as if she sought to bend backwards. A terrible moan came
from her lips, a long, continuous sound of misery, as her body began to shake
harder and harder. Finally she screamed. The scream was a high pitched warbling
cry, as her body tore frantically at the framework, shaking violently, as
electricity tore through her bones and sinew. Her face was contorted, her lips
drawn back in a terrible grimace of pain. Her head snapped back, and the
warbling cry grew louder and more frantic. Her body was shaking furiously, the
metal frame rattling, despite it's strength. Her teeth were chattering, and
her breasts bouncing and jiggling. Her hair began to rise, as if pulled upwards
by invisible threads. For long minutes the camera recorded her body and mind
disintegrating under the terrible, relentless electrical assault.

The camera could only show the outside though. It couldn't show what was going
on inside of her, the howling pain, the maelstrom of terrible, agonized
sensations screaming along her nerve endings, ripping up an down her spine,
frying and bubbling and boiling her insides with it's searing power. Then she
collapsed, as if her strings had been cut. Yoshiro grinned in appreciation,
saluting himself for the artist that he was.

As a final crowning touch, she was taken down from the metal frame, and dragged
across to another frame. This frame was a cross, a simple, wooden cross. She
was pushed up against the cross, and raised up off of the floor. Steel bands
closed around her wrists, her upper arms, her throat, and her ankles, in
effect, crucifying her there. The camera watched the unconscious girl hanging
there on the cross, before moving to the blackboard.

Yoshiro didn't know if her father was religious or not, but thought it would
have a good effect either way. He sighed and left the room, leaving the girl
there on the cross. He showered and went upstairs. It was time for work now.
That didn't mean that the girl would be permitted to rest in his absence of
course. He had strict plans for her. It wasn't enough to simply rape her body
and torture it. He wanted to rape her mind as well. He wanted to turn her into
a cheap, slutty whore, a completely demeaning nymphomaniac who would humiliate
her father before she died.

This wouldn't be difficult. American women were mostly whores anyway. All that
was required, was to let them express themselves openly, instead of hiding
behind an image of dignity. There wasn't much, if any dignity left in this
girl, and her mind was a broken wreck.

Indeed, before he even left his estate, they'd taken Jennifer down from the
cross, and used smelling salts to wake her again. Then she was put through her
paces, trained as a dog would be, taught what to do, what to say, and how to
act. It was slow going, not because of any resistance of course, but because
of her sheer physical exhaustion, and the fact that there wasn't much mind
there to work with. She would repeat whatever she was told to, not unlike a
parrot say, but remembering lines was difficult. Remembering anything was
difficult.

They were helped by the sexual vulnerability of her raw young body. Where pain
wouldn't get a response, pleasure would. She learned how good it would feel to
plead shamelessly, and learned how wonderful her pussy would feel with a cock
inside of it, or up her ass, or down her throat. She was taught how nice she
could feel, if she utterly degraded herself, tonguing feet and boots and ass
holes. What was left of her mind tried desperately to remember the lines, the
words, the expressions, so that the throbbing pain of her abused body would be
eclipsed, however briefly, by wonderful ecstasy.

She was given injections of protein and adrenalin, sending energy pouring
through her bloodstream. When she did well, she was rewarded by the vibrator
and dildo, when she forgot, or wasn't enthusiastic enough, it was the whip or
cattle prod. Pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure. Her body learned what to do,
prodded and pulled, shoved and slapped into obedience. They were aided by
Jennie's own mindless responses, for she had become little more than a wild,
carnal creature, her sex at the forefront of her soul.



                                Chapter 7



Although Gingta Co had no real security branch, the Yakuza kept its eyes on
anything that might possibly concern it, and the arrival of a Transco jet
definitely concerned it. A pair of rough looking men, their eyes covered by
thick dark glasses, soon arrived at the hotel, and waited in the lobby, keeping
their eyes open for the Transco men, while their superiors tried to figure out
who they were, and why they were in Japan.

Inquiries at Hensa Corporation revealed no reason for any of Transco's people
to be here, and the Yakuza clan involved, the Yellow Dragons, decided that
these people were not executives at all, but some kind of investigating team.
The decision was made to eliminate them. The Yellow Dragons had a lot of time
and effort involved with securing a firm hold on Gingta Corporation, and they
weren't about to see all of that go to waste. Several more members were
despatched to the hotel where the  so-called executives were staying.

They all went upstairs. The Yakuza would question the Americans, and if the
answers weren't acceptable, kill them. Six men gathered outside the doors to
the suite. One of them quickly slid a pass key into the door's lock, and
softly clicked it open.

The six drew their weapons, four automatics and two revolvers, then the leader
made a signal with five fingers. One by one he dropped them, and as the last
finger dropped, he shoved the door violently open, except that the door didn't
open. Instead, it jammed hard against something, and a horrendously loud
wailing sound came from the other side. He cursed furiously, slamming his
shoulder repeatedly against the door, which he was finally able to shove open.
He and the others rushed in, only to find the room empty.

They crouched in place in a semi-circle around the doorway, gazing at the
other doors leading to the bedrooms. The leader moved swiftly forwards,
stealth meant nothing now. He rushed towards one of the door, slamming his
foot into it, and throwing it open.

There was an enormous explosion, and his body was hurled backwards several
feet, most of his chest red and open. Several of the Yakuza fired at the
doorway, but just then the other doors opened, and men appeared. Before they
could shift their aim, the room exploded with chattering of automatic weapons.

Three of the remaining five men were twisted and thrown down at once. The
other two tried to back towards the door, firing in all directions, but then
there was a sound from behind them. One was able to turn before both went down
in a tangled mass of limbs and blood.

Dave stepped in carefully, Sean Waren behind him. Both held their Uzi's
carefully pointed towards the unmoving bodies, just in case. The other four
men came out of their rooms and moved quickly forward, checking the bodies.

"Pack up now. Get your things and let's get the fuck out of here!" he yelled.
The others ran to their rooms and began to gather up the bags that held
incriminating evidence. They were professionals. Within a minute, they were
all rushing through the doors, into the hallway, and heading for the fire
escape. They sprinted down the ten flights of stairs to the basement, then ran
across the garage and tossed their bags into their cars, calmly driving out
into the street just as the sound of sirens began to obscure the traffic noises.
They passed several police buses, as they drove away

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A naked mannequin sat on a chair, a male mannequin. Mannequins of course, were
not anatomically correct. So the massive erect prick sticking up from its
groin had had to be purchased separately, and then be glued into place. It was
well over a foot long, and twice the thickness of most men's cocks. A picture
had been taped over the mannequin's face, a picture of Charles Kingston's
arrogant face. Jennifer half walked, half shuffled over to the mannequin, and
stood before it for a moment. Then she spread her legs, and moved over it.

She slowly lowered herself onto the mannequin's large dildo cock, moaning
slightly, as it pushed against her cunt lips, then slowly dropping down, and
letting it push up deep inside of her. She slid down the length of the dildo
cock, whimpering at the thickness of it, as it plugged her pussy chamber fully.
Her hands went to the mannequin's shoulders, as she began to slowly fuck
herself on the big cock. The camera's moved in, and the microphones were turned
up, as she whined and groaned and grunted, humping herself up and down with
greater and greater force.

Her round cheeked ass rose and fell with fast, bouncing movements, taking the
entire length and girth of the massive cock up into her belly, as she rubbed
her tits against the mannequin's plastic chest. She began kissing the picture
of her father, moaning and sighing with pleasure.

"Ohhh!" she groaned. "Ohh Dadddee! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Ohh Yesss!
Oh Daddee!" she whined, her ass jerking up and down, as the camera focused in
on her lips crushed against the lips on the picture of her father.

Her hands slid behind the mannequin's plastic head, pulling it towards her, as
she pushed her own lips harder and harder against the picture. She grunted and
sobbed, straining against the weight of gravity, as she bounced up and down on
the plastic prick. Her crotch gleamed wetly, as the camera focused in on it,
and the plastic of the dildo shone against the light each time that she slid
her ass upwards to reveal it. She ground her ass against the upper legs of the
mannequin, rubbing herself back and forth, spreading her hot wet fuck juices
over the crotch of the mannequin.

"Yes!" she cried. "OH YESSSS! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES ... YES! OH DADDY! DADDY!
DADDY! DADDY FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

Her ass hammered down on the plastic man's thighs, as she rode up and down
furiously. Her cunt slid up and down the glistening wet plastic prick with
savage speed, burning her pussy tunnel, as she impaled herself repeatedly. She\
rode the plastic man and cock like she was on a bucking bronco, her belly
splattering against the mannequins', as she howled, yelled, cried, and whined
like a psychotic nympho in heat. She plunged up and down on the shiny pink
cock with delirious joy, her belly churning and bubbling with lust.

The cameras caught every second of it, as did the microphones. It was patently
obvious that she wasn't acting, that she was in the throes of a violent sexual
fever. The watching men smiled smugly, pleased and proud of themselves. In the
next scene, she was sitting on the floor. Before the cameras had been turned
on, she had been driven repeatedly to the very edge of sexual fulfilment, But
each time her tormentors had backed off, leaving her a screaming mass of
frazzled nerve endings, with a gigantic volcano of raw lust between her legs.

She sat there in misery, her hands tied behind her back, trying to squeeze her
thighs tightly enough to bring herself off. She rubbed her ass against the
floor, moaning softly. The camera filmed her. Then a man walked forward,
stopping a dozen feet away. He was large and bald and black, with a long
semi-flaccid cock. Jennifer's eyes lit up when she saw him. Her mouth opened,
and she licked her lips hungrily. Her breathing grew faster, her breasts rising
and falling quickly on her chest. The black man grabbed his cock and shook it
at her, a sneer on his face.

"Look what Ah got baby." he grinned, as Jennifer whined in response.

"You want some o' this baby?"

"Yesssss! Oh yeesss!" she whined.

"Where you want it babe?"

"My cunt! Fuck my cunt!"

"You want a fuck baby? You want a good fuckin'?"

"Yesss! Please! Pleeeeaseee! Fuck meeee!" she whimpered.

"Git on yer knees then white girl." he snickered.

Jennifer gasped and rolled over onto her knees, shoving her ass up into the
air towards the man, and spreading her legs wide. She knelt there for long
seconds, her face pressed into the stone, while her ass humped desperately up
at him. But when he didn't move, she whined and whimpered, rutting her ass
back, and gyrating it in slow circles. She twisted her shoulders around, to
look behind her, her eye pleading.

"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me Mister?"

"Sorry babe. My cock ain't hard `nuff." he replied, making her whimper in
distress.

"Ya'll come over here and suck on it some, and it'll git hard."

Jennie started to get to her feet but he stopped her quickly.

"Crawl over here, white girl. Crawl over on yer belly."

She twisted around, coming down flat on the stone floor, her soft young breasts
crushed against the cold stone. She started to squirm forwards across the
floor, panting and mewling in heat, her eyes focused on the prick hanging
between his legs.

"That's it, baby. Come an' git it," he cackled, waving his cock again.

Jennie wriggled slowly across the floor, her feet and legs scratching and
rasping against the floor, as she struggled forwards on her belly. Finally,
she reached his feet, and he placed one of his bare feet on the top of her
head, shoving it down.

"You kin clean my feet first, you white slut," he sneered. "Then maybe I'll
give you a good fucking up your ass hole."

Jennie's tongue shot out, and she began to stab it between his toes, sliding
it back and forth across the tops, and then sliding it around the side of his
foot, and up around the ankles. She repeated her furious tongue bathing of his
other foot, and finally he grunted and laughed lightly.

"You sure are horny, ain't you white girl?"

Yesssss!" she moaned.

"Yer pussy feeling hot?"

"Yesssss!"

"You want a cock up inside of you, don't you?"

"Pleeeeeaaassee!" she whimpered.

"Well, climb up to yer knees, and give it a good suck. Maybe it'll perk up."

Jennie slowly pulled herself to her knees, her face nuzzling his groin. Then
she sucked in his still-soft prick, and began to work on it with her tongue.
She waggled and wiggled her tongue on it, sucking in her cheeks as she applied
pressure to his organ. It slowly began to harden, enough that she was able to
begin pumping her lips up and down on it. Her head bobbed up and down, sliding
along the length of his wet shaft, as she sought to harden it sufficiently to
plug her hole.

"I think thet might be hard `nuff," he said. She pulled back quickly, her chest
heaving. She whirled around, letting herself fall forward onto her shoulders
again, while raising her ass high. She knelt there, humping up at him for
several seconds as he stood behind her.

"Nope... My mistake. It ain't hard `nuff yet," he said. "You gotta suck it
some more."

Jennie sobbed desperately, struggling up to her knees again, before turning to
face him, and sliding her lips over his cock-head again. She bobbed her head
frantically, sliding her lips along the shaft, sucking hard, and rasping her
tongue against it like she was washing it down.

"Now it's hard `nuff," he said decisively. 

Jennie pulled away, turned around and fell forward again, once more raising
her ass and spreading her legs for him. She trembled and quivered, as she
waited for him to make use of her burning pink hole.

"Not that way, white girl. Git on yer back and spread `dem legs."

Jennie rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide apart, as she gazed
desperately up at him. Her feet slipped against the stone, as she tried to
raise her crotch up for a good deep angle. He grinned down at her, wagging his
hard cock up and down, taunting her with it.

"Spread yer legs wider, white girl. Wider. Wider!"

Jennie tore her legs as far apart as she could. Her entire body trembling and
shaking. Her eyes were wide open, and her chest was rising and falling
furiously. Her wrists were still bound behind her, and she used them to push
up against her lower back, raising her crotch off the ground, and arching her
back.

"That looks nice. You want a fuck?"

"Yessss!"

"You sure? You sure you want this black nigger cock?"

"Pleeasee! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her body was burning with need.
Sweat was pouring off of her body. She could hardly breath with the crackling
fires howling within her. Her cunt was a searing nova that threatened to burn
her alive.

The black man grinned again and very slowly lowered himself to his knees
between her legs. She groaned and whimpered in anticipation.

"I dunno, white girl. Maybe I shouldn't."

"Please! Oh Please!" she sobbed. "Please fuck me!"

He lowered himself across her body, carefully holding his lower body away from
her crotch, as he began to lightly tweak her rock-hard nipples. "Are you sure
baby? Are you sure you want this nigger cock up your fuckin' cunt?"

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Please! Please! Please! Please!"

He held his cock in his hand, still grinning at her, as if trying to decide.
Then he shrugged and pushed his fat, thick cock-head against her hole, He let
the head slowly sink into her sopping cunt opening.

"OH! OH! Oh Yeeesss! OH YES!" she moaned, writhing beneath him.

Then he slammed his cock forward, thrusting it fully into her overheated cunt
box, burying the entire fat length of it inside her belly in a single hard
stroke.   Jennie froze, then screamed at the top of her lungs. She began to
convulse beneath him, shaking and thrashing in a hysterical fit of orgasmic
ecstasy. She howled and shrieked like a deranged maniac. as the man pounded
his long, thick cock down into her tunnel with dangerously powerful thrusts
that jammed the hot, hard fuck-stick deep into her belly.

Her legs flopped on the floor like a pair of fish out of water. Her head lashed
back and forth, and her entire body was racked with impossibly violent rocking
motions. She bawled and whined and sobbed, as the black man punched his rock
hard prong into the deepest pits of her fuck box. Girl juice sprayed out
around his furiously pumping shaft, as her pussy bubbled over with hot
lubrication. A raging firestorm of orgasmic energy ripped through her frame,
blinding and deafening her, as he rutted down into her.

He pulled her ass up to meet his furiously plunging fuck wand and bent low,
seizing her right tit in his wide mouth, and biting down hard, trying to rip
the entire mound from her chest. His raping cock was jack hammering inside of
her, threatening to tear her apart with it's violent stabbing thrusts. Then
her eyes bulged wide, a look of astonished disbelief on her face. Her body
gave a massive shudder, then stiffened for a long moment. Then she gave a sigh
and dropped unconscious beneath him



                               Chapter 8



Guncgi Samara tapped his fingers on the table top, glaring out the window in
annoyance. To lose six men at once was more than a little unsettling, it was
almost inconvenient. He'd obviously been wrong about just what kind of people
Transco had sent to Japan. Worse, the police were very upset with him and the
Yellow Dragons, and this was causing concern amongst the other clans. Normally
the police didn't care what the Yakuza did to each other, finding it much more
cost efficient and effective to let them kill each other, than to try and
imprison them.

Unfortunately his people had been killed in one of the finest hotels in
downtown Tokyo, in a bloody massacre that was going to become a very big story
nation-wide. He had lost much face today, both with the police and with his
fellow Yakuza leaders. Obviously these people were professionals. Transco had
probably hired them from the Mafia, or some other American criminal syndicate.
He'd been careless not to think of this. He gazed down at his finger with
regret. At the special meeting of clan leaders this afternoon, he was going to
have to give them at least one, and perhaps as many as three fingers, to show
his repentance.

In the meantime, he would see to it that these American criminals didn't leave
Japan, and that they didn't talk to the police either. He had already spread
the word. Soon their whereabouts would filter back to him, and he would send
in a first rate team to dispose of them. There were few places in Japan for
foreigners to hide, especially from the Yakuza, with it's tentacles in the
police, government, and half the businesses in the islands. He would find them,
and display their heads to the other leaders. Thus would he gain back his face.

Although none of them had ever had to hide from the law, all knew quite well
how to go about it. First they got rid of their rental cars, appropriating
others in their place. They split up and circled the residential areas, looking
for an abandoned house. It took a while, but they finally found one, in a run
down neighborhood, backing onto a dark alley. They easily picked the lock,
and moved in, searching it carefully for signs of inhabitants. It was empty.
Dave eased down onto one of the sleeping mats and tried to think.

Obviously their way home was out. The plane would have been seized by now.
However the Japanese authorities would soon find that it had been stolen from
it's hanger in Los Angeles, and that the names on the boarding list were
fabrications.

The back up plan would go into effect automatically. Transco would have one of
it's subsidiaries send another plane into Narita airport, and wait for them.
In the meantime, the Yakuza were going to become a major problem. He knew just
how organized these people were, and it wouldn't be long before they were
found again. They had to get into Hamma's place and get the girl, providing
they didn't move her, of course. Technically, they weren't guilty of anything
other than smuggling in illegal weapons, but he didn't think the Japanese
authorities would be very happy with them anyway.

"We'll have to hit that place tonight," he said to the others.

"No way man," Sean replied, shaking his head. "They'll sure as shit expect
that."

"If we wait long, they'll either kill us, or her."

"Yeah, but it ain't gonna do us any good to go in there and get wiped out."

"Do you have a better idea."

"Not yet, but I think I can come up with one."

"What we need is a diversion," another of the agents sighed.

"For who, the cops or the Yakuza?"

"The cops won't have any idea who we are or why we're here. It's the Yakuza
that will be parked outside that Hamma character's place tonight, waiting for
us to show our asses."

"How about a good old fashioned Los Angeles drive by shooting?" one of the men
suggested.

"What the fuck good'll that do?" Dave demanded.

"Well... we shoot up a car or two. That takes out a couple of them. The rest
take off after us."

"And the police flood the area."

"Not for long. They'll pick up the pieces, hang around for a couple of hours."

"Too much time," another shook his head. "By the time that they left, the
Yakuza would be back, even more sure that we wanted the girl."

"Okay, so what then?"

"How about if the cops come and arrest the Yakuza?"

"Fat chance," Dave snorted. "The Yakuza are almost legal. Hell, you want to
know where their headquarters are, just look in the phone book. They're all
listed."

"No shit."

"But, if somebody calls the cops, and says that there are a bunch of gangsters
parked along such and such a street, the cops will still rush over, especially
if they think there's gonna be another shootout."

"Yeah, so?"

"So they find these guys sitting around in their cars with machine guns,
they're gonna take them in, right?"

"They would yeah. But they'd be out of jail damned soon though."

"But we'd have a window there, of maybe an hour or so, where the place would
be clear of cops and Yakuza."

"That might work, as long as we're careful. But not tonight. They'll be all
ready for us."

"When? We don't have much time."

"Tomorrow morning. They'll be more relaxed, figuring if we'd have attacked
it'd have been in the night."

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Yoshiro was worried. Yesterday's events had been disturbing and unsettling.
The Yakuza men gunned down in the hotel had been from the Yellow Dragon
faction, the same faction that he was currently employing. Furthermore, the
media reports were claiming that the gunmen had been foreigners, Americans who
had claimed to be from Transco.

He sat back against the several plush pillows propped against the headboard of
his large bed. The blonde slut lay draped across his lap on her belly. His
hand was softly stroking her buttocks, admiring how smooth and soft and warm
they still were, despite the beatings that she'd undergone.

She sighed and wriggled slightly against him, pushing her behind up at his
hand. He frowned and slapped her buttocks, making her yelp and keep herself
more still. Then he resumed his calm stroking. His hand slid along the inside
of her left buttock, squeezing lightly, then down between her legs, running
over her puffy little pubic mound.

She sighed again, but kept still, as his hand slowly rubbed back and forth
against her crotch. Just when he was beginning to really enjoy himself this
had to happen. The Americans were a violent people, with no manners whatsoever.
Now he'd have to kill the girl before he was ready.

His eyes followed the soft folds of the girl's rounded ass cheeks, as his hand
rubbed and squeezed. He looked towards the window and sighed, his mind turning
to business momentarily. His hand continued to absently fondle the girl's ass
cheeks, until his attention was drawn back to her by the blonde's ass humping
up towards him.

His right hand slid along the soft skin between her cheeks, sliding down over
her pussy. Her legs opened slightly, then opened wider, as his hand continued
to stroke back and forth along her ass crack and down between her legs. He
looked down at her little ass hole staring up at him and probed it with his
finger, pushing forcefully to get the digit inside to the first joint. She
wriggled her ass back at him, mewling in pleasure. He pushed his finger deeper,
twisting it around and pushing down, until it was buried to the knuckle. He
probed the inside of her anus, twisting his finger this way and that, feeling
the sides of her ass tunnel, as the girl pushed her ass back at him.

He pulled his finger out then, picking a bottle of thick lubricating grease
from the table beside his bed. He unscrewed it and stuck two fingers inside,
digging a thick wad of the grease out and then pushing his two fingers against
the girl's ass hole again. He twisted them around, shoving them into her, as
she sighed and moaned happily. His fingers pushed deep behind the greasy
lubricating oil, and soon both were buried to the knuckles inside of her. He
withdrew them, then scooped another wad of oil from the jar with three fingers,
and pushed the three into her.

He held his three fingers tightly together as he pried open her tight little,
grease smeared butt hole, and then drove them down into her with a smooth,
even pressure. Jennifer began breathing harder, squirming on his lap, as he
pumped his fingers slowly in and out of her ass hole.

He pulled her further forwards across his lap, his left arm going around her
waist, under her belly and hauling her ass upwards, so that he could look right
down at her anus. He pumped his three fingers several more times, then pulled
them out, and added a fourth. Her ass was oiled up good, and it took little
effort to get all four fingers into her. The deeper he pushed them though, the
wider they stretched her little hole. The first joint was simple, the second
much more difficult, and getting them in to the knuckle required great
pressure.

Jennifer was gasping and panting, no longer humping up at him. Her ass hole was
starting to hurt as he stretched it wide open. He could feel the tightness of
her flesh around his fingers, as he sought to drive his fingers deeper.    With
the help of the grease he did it, though it was incredibly tight. Once there,
he realized that pushing his fingers in further, that is, pushing his hand in
further, would be simple, for it widened only a little bit, from the knuckles
to his thumb. He pushed harder and Jennifer gasped and squirmed downwards.

He pumped slightly, having difficulty against the pressure, but slowly sank
his hand in, until the base of his thumb caught against her butt, like a hook,
blocking any further entry. He wiggled his fingers around inside of her,
wondering at the strangely elastic flesh inside her. It felt rubbery, warm and
soft like silk. He had to get his hand into it, just to see what it felt like
deeper, and to see just how high inside of her he could get his hand. He slid
it back out again to the knuckles, and pinched his thumb in tight, shoving it
past the little hole.

Then he began pushing inward, working in his thumb to the first joint. Now,
however, his hand was much wider, and it really stretched her anal sphincter
enormously. She whimpered, and her small hands gripped the sheets tightly, as
he drove his hand down into her ass. His arm clung tightly around her waist,
as she instinctively sought to crawl away. He pushed harder, pulling back only
minute distances, to pump slightly, trying to work her open. Each forward
thrust brought his hand a little deeper into the girl's anus, and each opened
her slightly wider.

The moment of truth came when he had his thumb in almost to the base. The
widest point of his hand would come now, as he tried to work in the heel of
his palm. Her whining became louder and louder, and she began to tremble
violently, as he increased the pressure. There was a very real possibility
that he would tear her open, but that didn't really concern him of course, any
more than the pain he seemed to be causing. What was important was his
curiosity and satisfaction, and that required burying his hand in the white
girl's slutty ass hole.

He grunted, as the pressure against his hand mounted. Despite the thick goopy
grease, it appeared her ass hole was just too small for his hand. But he gave
it an extra effort, and slowly the heel of his palm slid past her opening. He
grinned with anticipation, as his hand slowly disappeared into the now widely
stretched hole. His fingers sank deeper and deeper into her guts, as his
entire hand pushed inside, and her anal opening now clamped tightly around his
wrist. His wrist still stretched her out of course, but since it was more the
proper semi-round shape, the pain was much less for her. His hand bulged out
her ass tube, tightly in certain places, but her rubbery flesh accommodated it
easier.

He pushed deeper, watching his wrist move inside of her, and his arm followed.
His fingers seemed to touch bottom then, something hard and resistant inside
of her. He scratched about against it, trying to determine what it was that he
was touching. Then had an idea. He started to pull his fingers into his palm.
One by one, he closed them in, until his hand was pulled into a tight fist
inside of the girl.

For Jennifer, having his fist inside of her, was like nothing she had ever
felt before. It was a thick, hard, bony ball, deep inside of her body, a ball
that pushed slowly forward, moving deeper still. With his fingers pulled in,
Yoshiro was able to push his hand deeper, gaining several more inches. Now his
forearm was pushing into her ass hole, and opening her further. He pushed
until his knuckles came to rest at the very pit of her rectum.

He sighed in satisfaction, looking down bemused at the sight of her gaping
shit hole clamped tightly around his forearm. It was a truly lovely sight he
thought. He started turning his hand around inside of her, slowly twisting it
from side to side. He worked up pressure and speed, despite the girl's whines
and unintelligible protests. Then he slowly edged his fist back, wanting to
pump her with his fist like it were a cock. He pulled back several inches,
then pushed forward again.

Her ass hole was so incredibly tight, that it was hard to get any kind of
momentum going. Her ass hole flesh sucked and pulled at his hand and wrist,
resisting any movement. But as he continued, her muscles seemed to relax,
either that, or he had simply worn them out. He began to pump faster, using
deeper and longer strokes. He started with one inch, one inch back, one inch
forward. A minute later it was three full inches, then four, then five, then
six, then seven.

Soon he was able to pump his fist right up and down her tunnel, grinding his
fist against the base of her tube, then pulling it high up back her tunnel,
until it started to pull out against her sphincter. Then he started working on
the speed, working his fist faster and faster, completely breaking down her
rectum's resistance. Before too long, his fist was pounding down her ass hole
with furious, brutal strokes, mashing and crushing it's way through her guts
as she jerked and shuddered against him. The rapid pumping motion, the
incredible feeling of his fist working it's way in and out inside of her belly,
was bringing back Jennifer's excitement, arousing her sexual fervor as she
lay helpless across his lap.

She closed her eyes, letting the pressure of his fist tug and push on her
groin. She slid her right hand down beneath her, reaching her clitty with her
fingers, she began to vigorously rub it back and forth, as his fat fist pumped
her anus.

He was churning her guts to a frothing jelly, pistoning his fist inside her
with wild abandon. He saw her hand sliding down to her cunt, and laughed in
amusement. He then gripped her right leg with his left hand, and twisted her
over onto her back. He hauled up on her left leg again, pulling her around, so
that she lay with her legs around him, and he could look straight down at her
cunt, as she fondled it. He could still pump his hand in her ass hole, though
it was more difficult.

His left hand slid up to her breasts, caressing them, squeezing her soft meat
as she cooed and moaned and writhed in pleasure. Her ass bounced against him,
as she continued to manipulate her clitty. One of her fingers slid into her
cunt slit, and began to pump, as she ground her nails against her clitty. Her
body shook and wriggled, her ass rising and falling with his pumping hand
jammed tightly inside of it. Her feet were flat against the mattress, and her
knees bent, as she humped herself up and down. Yoshiro watched, as she came
closer and closer to her orgasm.

Then he pulled back on his fist, opening his hand up wide, and pulling back
hard ,as he squeezed the entire thing back out of her anal opening. She howled
and whined, bouncing her ass even harder, and fingering her cunt furiously.
The last of his hand slid out of her with the same sticky wet sound as a baby
coming out of a woman's cunt.

He shoved Jennifer's legs up and far back, jamming her ankles down against the
sides of her head, as his raging erection pointed down at her cunt. He stuffed
his hard sausage inside with a brutal thrust, jamming it deep into her box on
the first stroke. He pounded down into her, his cock a wild piston inside of
her cunt canal. His ass rose and fell with desperate abandon, then halted
briefly. His cock popped free, and he slid it into her ass hole, gaping wide
open still.

His cock plunged balls deep into her rectal tube, and he pumped viciously. His
cock ripped in and out of her with ease, rutting through, then past her broken
sphincter, with it's worn out muscles. His cock knob bounced heavily off of the
pit of her ass tube, then slid back up and out. He pushed it into her cunt
again, driving it deep inside of her, a powerful steel spike buried in her
belly, as she came and came, and came again. Then his own climax rode over him,
and his sperm jetted into her hole, torrents of white semen splashing and
gurgling down into her womb.



                               Chapter 9



There were perhaps a dozen cars loaded with Yakuza gunmen parked around the
streets outside Yoshiro Hamma's estate. They waited there throughout the night,
certain that the American gangsters would attack that night.

As day approached, they began to worry that the attack would not come. Though
dawn of course was an excellent time for such an attack, the night offered
better cover. Dawn broke and the sun climbed into the sky. Many of the Yakuza
started their cars with a sigh of disappointment and drove off.

Only three cars remained by six, which was a good thing, because the Transco
boys' plan had developed a major problem. The little house that they were
staying in had no phone. Worse, none of them had any Japanese money at all.

They had plenty of credit cards of course, but payphones didn't take credit.

"Now what the fuck do we do?" Dave snarled, when this ridiculous fact had made
itself known.

"We could always go next door and borrow someone's phone," one of them
suggested.

"Don't be a dork."

"We'll just have to do it hard and wet," Sean shrugged.

"What's that mean?"

Sean held up his Uzi and grinned.

"A gunfight will bring a hundred cops there within ten minutes."

"So we don't have a gunfight. Look, the Japs are probably parked at different
points around the estate, positioned to see it, not each other. We use the
silencers to take em' out one at a time."

"And you don't think that anyone will see us all standing around shooting into
a car?"

"No. I don't. Look at these pictures. That place is packed with rich houses.
That means big walls, gardens, trees, etc. Nobody can see the street from
their windows. All we have to do is be fast and quiet."

Wenzuki Yaklienama was bored stiff. He and his three comrades had been sitting
here watching the back wall of the estate for ten hours now, and still no sign
of the American gangsters. It was after six, and he wanted to go down to the
Kantia district, and the little coffee shop owned by that old man Ghoup.

Ghoup was terrified of the Yakuza of course, but too poor to pay his protection
money. So Wenzuki took out the money in trade, not coffee of course, but in the
use of his granddaughter, a sweet, slim waisted, round assed little temptress.
He was starting to get a hard-on, just thinking about what he was going to do
to little Saame when got there. When he yawned, he caught a movement out of
the corner of his eye. He turned his head casually, and stared into a very
wide round barrel of a gun.

His eyes opened wide, and his mouth opened to scream, but then there was a
soft ripping sound, as he and his companions all jerked and flopped for a few
seconds, then tumbled back lifeless in their seats. The two gunmen let the
silencer-equipped Uzi's fall back on their straps, inside of their coats. They
reached though the car's open windows, and shoved the bodies down onto the
floor, so a casual passers-by wouldn't notice anything amiss, and then rolled
up the windows, to further hide the scene. The whole action took only about
thirty seconds.

The other two cars met with the same fate. Twelve Yakuza gunmen dying within
seconds. Dave and the others moved up against the front wall of the estate.
One of the CIA guys was heaved up to the top by two others. He fixed a pair of
ropes in place, and dropped down on the other side. The others quickly scurried
up to the top, and dropped over into a lush garden.

There was certainly no lack of cover, as they moved forward. The problem was
that so many booby traps and alarms could be hidden amongst the deep foliage,
that they had to move very slowly, especially when Sean found a trip wire. They
moved over it, avoiding several others, and making a wide diversion around a
fixed camera, high up on one side of a tree. Then they had to make a stop, as
another camera was spotted. This one turned slowly back and forth.

They waited until it was pointed directly away from them, then two men rushed
forwards as fast as they could, to stand beneath it. It turned back, then
turned away. Two more men rushed forwards. Finally they were all gathered
beneath the pole that held the camera. The house was now in sight, the windows
shining with the rising light of the sun.

"Glad these people don't like dogs," one of the men whispered.

"Just keep your eyes open for more alarms and cameras." Sean hissed.

They moved slowly forwards to the edge of the foliage. Ahead lay a green lawn
up to the edge of the house.

"Now I wish that it was dark," Dave sighed.

"At any given moment, the odds are more than fifty to one that nobody in a
given house is looking out the window," Sean said, citing something he'd
obviously learned in spook school.

They made a rush to the corner of the structure, and bunched up there for a
moment, as Sean gazed quickly at a window. He looked inside, then all around
the outside. He turned and gave a sharp nod at the others, then slid the bag
he was carrying around, and began pulling out tools.

First came a small knife, very sharp. He slid it up and down along the sides
of the screen, cutting it completely open and off. He tossed it behind him on
the grass, and stared into the window again. He fished in his bag and pulled
something else out.

He pushed an electronic box against the glass, and a suction cup held it in
place. Then he took out a suction cup and glass cutter, sticking the cup
against the window, and slowly cutting a circle next to the latch. He
completed the circle, and pulled with the cup. The little circle of glass
popped out. The box continued to blink evenly. Sean held another box up near
the top of the window, then nodded and put it back in his bag. Dave had no
idea what he was doing, but was glad he was doing it.

Sean opened the window then, reaching through the hole and unlocking it, and
then pulling the window up. One of the men gave him a boost, and he half-jumped,
half-climbed through the window, disappearing from view.

*****************************************************************************

Yoshiro finished with the girl, and then had her taken away for the day's
punishment and training. Her father had shown no sign of selling off his oil
company, so today she would be a nightmare for her. He had other concerns at
the moment, various problems at the company that had to be dealt with today.

He gave her little further thought, as the blonde was dragged along to the big
stone room that she had come to dread. She only hoped that her cooperation
would ease the pain they would deal her. They led her over to the middle of
the floor, and forced her to her hands and knees. There was a small stool
there, only about a foot square. It was fixed to the floor, and her belly was
placed across it. Then a belt was pulled around her back, fixing her tightly
in place.

There were now a pair of rings in her pierced nipples, and they slid small
chains through her rings, pulling tightly to force her down further. The chains
were bolted to the floor, and kept her firmly positioned with her already
hanging tits, stretched even more.

They pulled her knees wide open, and she felt steel manacles sliding around her
legs, just above them, and locking them in place. She began to quiver in worry,
fearing what they would do to her now that she was so open and vulnerable.

The first thing that happened, as some of them prepared their cameras, and
others worked on something else, was that one of the men knelt behind her, and
gave her a hard, fast fuck. She didn't mind that at all, in fact, began to get
aroused as he pumped into her. He finished too quickly though, pulling out as
she sighed in disappointment. She looked around the room, trying to figure out
what they were going to do. Thankfully, they didn't seem to be working with
any sharp instruments, or electrical devices.

Then the door opened and a man came in, holding the leashes of several dogs.
She stared at him in surprise, wondering what the dogs could possibly be for.
The men with the cameras finished working on them, and set them up on either
side of her, as the man with the dogs gave one of the leashes to another man,
who led the beast forwards.
     
The first phase of today's video tape was now filmed. She had utterly humiliated
and degraded herself before the cameras. Now it was time for pain. She was
pulled across the room to where a small steel post rose out of the floor. The
post was only a few feet high, it's top round and gleaming with grease. It was
about as thick as a baseball bat. Jennie's arms were tied behind her back, and
she was forced to stand over it, then someone turned on a motor, and the thing
began slowly turning around in slow circles.

It started to rise into the air, and within seconds the spinning head started
to rub against her pussy lips. She sighed in weariness, not bothered by the
feeling at all. But the thing pushed higher and higher, bringing heavy force
up against her cunt. She tried to move away, but the men held her firmly in
place, as the thing bored upwards. She winced, and then began to struggle
desperately, for her pussy was being crushed by the force of the slowly turning
post. She couldn't move away though.

Her cunt lips were pushed back inside of her, and the thing started to actually
lift her off her feet. Then her cunt spread and spread some more, and the
post's rounded nose began to force it's way into her. She cried out in pain,
her cunt pulled agonizingly far apart, the pain feeling like childbirth in
reverse. The thing pushed deeper and deeper into her cum filled pussy, as the
men held her trembling body in place. One of them seized her left tit, and a
hook was shoved through her nipple ring. It was pulled sharply upward, jerking
on her breast, twisting it up hard, as she howled in pain.

The same thing was done to her other nipple, and soon both were sharply
stretched cones of meat, pointing upwards towards where a pair of tough
elastic cords hung from the ceiling. The pain in her nipples was nothing
compared to the pain that was boiling up from her cunt. The thick round post
had reached the deepest pit of her cunt, but continued to push higher. It
stopped its turning finally, as if it sensed that there was no further need to
go further. Yet still it rose. The pain mounted, as it pushed hard against the
back of Jennifer's cunt. She rose up on her tip-toes, her legs as tight
together as they could get, considering the post between them. Still it pushed
higher, and higher, and higher.

The pressure against her internal organs was horribly painful. She screamed in
agony, her toes leaving the floor as the post, unable to push any deeper into
her cunt, forced her upwards. Her toes wiggled a full inch from the floor, as
she screamed and cried. She rose higher, another inch, then a foot, impaled on
the rounded head of the post. Her guts exploded in terrible waves of agony,
cramping, burning and bending as her entire weight was supported on the end of
her cunt passage.

She trembled and shook, but kept as still as possible, for every little
movement that she made, sent more agony searing through her pelvis. What was
worse, her body fought falling backwards, pulling harder against the cords
holding her nipples, and threatening death for her, if the post ripped out
through her belly.

Not content with the visible agony on her face, the trembling of her body, and
the maniacal gurgling of pain, one of the men stepped forwards with a buggy
whip, and began to lash her back and buttocks. Another moved in front of her
with a small, flexible wooden cane and began to whack at her distended breasts.
Her body rocked madly atop of the post, agony ripping through her from all
directions. Her cunt threatened to tear open, letting the post drive up into
her belly, perhaps right up into her chest cavity. Her eyes bulged and rolled
and her body shook furiously.

*****************************************************************************

It took just moments for the six of them to make it through the window. They'd
left one man behind on the street, to keep an eye on the carloads of dead
gunmen, and to watch their own cars. The rest of them fanned out inside of the
room, and moved to the doorway. All were carrying the silencer-equipped Uzis
as Sean opened the door and peered out. He moved stealthily forward, Dave
following. They found themselves in a wide hallway, the floor was a polished
stone. Sean, Dave, and one other moved to the right. The other three men moved
to the left.

Within seconds they encountered a maid, who gaped at them in terror. Sean
seized her and slapped a gag over her mouth, while another man tied her hands.
They pushed her into a closet and continued. They moved into a wide sitting
room, though it was empty, and then down another hall. They checked every door,
looking for one leading up or down. It wasn't likely that the girl was on the
ground floor, where Hamma would see visitors.

A man in uniform appeared at the top of a stairway. He shouted something in
Japanese, and drew a gun from his holster. All three opened fire, blasting his
body full of bullets, and hurling him back against the wall.

Sean motioned towards the stairs, and they started up. Suddenly a door opened
across the room, and another uniformed man came out. Sean fired a quick burst
that got him in the head, throwing him back on the floor. Dave spotted stairs
through the partially opened door, and motioned to Sean. It was a lot more
likely that she'd be down there. They hurried back down and across the room,
then through the doorway and down the stairs. Dave checked his watch. It had
been ten minutes since they'd killed the gunmen. They'd have to hurry.

They reached the bottom of the narrow stairway, and found a hallway leading in
both directions. The turned right. It was wide and brightly lit, and he
realized that the land fell away behind the house, and so they were still on
the ground floor, so to speak. There was even a sliding glass door on his left,
that led out onto a small lawn. They hurried along the corridor, sliding open
doors and peering into the rooms. A man appeared down the hallway and shouted.
Sean raised his gun but the man screamed first.

The bullets got him in the chest, as he spun around and fell. Then a door
opened behind them, and another man came out. He fired three shots, the sound
was enormous. One took Collin, Sean's partner in the head, and he fell.    Dave
put a burst into the gunman's head, and it exploded in a red mass of brain
tissue and bone chips.

"Now the shit'll hit the fan!" Sean growled.

*****************************************************************************

They finally stopped beating her, and removed the cords from her nipple rings.
The half-conscious girl slumped down, her body almost falling forward. Then the
post began to sink into the ground. One of the men stepped forward then, and
played with something above her.

A noose bounced before her face, and she looked at it without comprehension.
The man slid it around her throat, and pulled it tight. There was slack in the
rope, so the pressure against her throat was minimal at first. As the post
continued to sink though, the slack was pulled out of the rope, and the noose
tightened around her throat.

She started to gag and choke, her face growing red, as the rope dug into her
neck. The post lowered more and more, and soon the rope held tight, her feet
still several inches from the floor. She was being strangled slowly, as the
post slid down and out of her cunt, leaving her flopping feebly on the end of
the rope.

Her vision started to blur, and her mind began to buzz and darken. She started
to black out, her kicking, twitching feet and legs lessening. The men let down
the rope then, not wanting her unconscious, for more was yet to come. The rope
was pulled from around her neck, and she was given a shot of adrenalin to wake
her up, for she showed only the faintest reactions, and they wanted to hear
her screams.

They dragged her back to the square, upright frame she'd been on the previous
day and strapped her wrists and ankles to the corners. Then a man rolled out a
little cart filled with extremely thin, foot long needles. Another man stepped
behind her, and she felt his erect cock push against her anus. She groaned
tiredly, as she felt his thick organ push upwards into her rectum. The man's
hands came around her belly, and hugged her tightly, as his cock pushed higher,
not stopping until he was fully buried inside her.

His hands then came off of her, moving up to grasp the top corners of the
frame, as he began to hump against her, sliding his cock in and out her shit
chute. His hips spanked against her ass cheeks, as he pumped her, taking her
mind off of the man in front of her momentarily.

Then she felt a terrible pain in her side, and screamed violently. The man was
pushing the needle into the side of her belly. He wasn't stabbing it directly
into her body though, but pushing it sideways into her, just under her skin.
She could actually see the line of the needle, as it was pushed along, just
under her skin. The pain was awful, like nothing she'd ever felt before. Her
stomach felt like it was going to be torn open. The line of the needle ran
from above her left hip, right across her belly, angling down across her
abdomen.

He left it there, and pulled out another needle. This one was pushed into her
side, above her right hip, angling upwards under her skin, sliding up under
her breast. Again it felt like her flesh, all along the line of the needle's
path, had been cut open with a knife. The man behind her was now fucking his
cock up into her ass hole with furious strokes, pounding against her ass cheeks
as he rodded his boner up her rectal tube.

******************************************************************************

Dave and Sean began racing down the hall, no longer trying to be stealthy or
silent. They slammed open each door that they came to, searching for the girl.
A door ahead of them opened, and a man came out, apparently trying to see what
the noise had been about. Sean shot him and he fell back into the room.

They raced over and found a number of other people in the room, and more,
there was the girl, naked and apparently making another fucking movie. The men
stared back at them, as the two men came into the room, their guns lowered.

Dave moved near enough to the girl to see that her body had been horribly
brutalized. There was a man standing in front of her with a long needle in his
hand. The ends of three other needles protruded from the girl's flesh. Another
man stood behind her, his erection rapidly softening. Sean didn't need to see
much more. It would take too much time to take them all prisoner, and he wasn't
inclined anyway. He fired a full burst at a grouping of two big black men, and
an Oriental, cutting the line of bullets across their bellies. They collapsed
in a heap of limbs. Dave shot the man with the needle, then the man behind the
girl, as he turned to run. Sean quickly reloaded, and shot the two camera men
as they ran for the door.

Dave moved next to the girl, and slowly pulled the needles out of her flesh,
then began untiing her from the frame. As he pulled her down, the other three
CIA guys ran in, having found another set of stairs.

The girl was in no condition to walk, so they had to carry her. Fortunately,
Larry, one of the CIA guys, was a six foot eight monster of a man. He simply
threw her across his shoulders like a bag of laundry, and began walking down
the hall with her.

They were almost at the stairs when a thick door opened, and a Japanese man
strolled out. All of them recognized Hamma. He stopped suddenly, staring at
them in astonishment. He had had a shower and changed in his private suite,
which was soundproof of course, so the screaming wouldn't disturb him. At first
he couldn't even comprehend what these occidental men were doing here, then
his eyes caught the ass and hanging legs of the white girl across one of their
shoulders. He raised his hands and backed away towards his suite, which had a
steel door and a private elevator.

They watched him for a moment, then all six raised their guns and fired.
Hamma's body virtually disintegrated under six streams of high velocity bullets.
What was left, crumbled in a heap against the door. They turned and climbed
the stairs, hurrying as much as they could, rushing down the walk to the main
gate. It was locked and unlocked by a button set on the inside, and Dave pushed
it as they passed. The gate opened and they hurried through.

The street was still empty. They moved to the nearest car and put Jennifer in
the back seat, then jumped into their own cars and drove off as calmly as
possible. The drive to Narita airport was filled with apprehension, as they
waited for a roadblock or the sound of sirens.

They had to lay the girl on the floor and try to cover her with their legs, as
they passed through the guarded private entrance. None wanted to explain a
half conscious, completely naked teenaged girl to the guard. Fortunately he
simply waved them through, convinced that they belonged there by their white
skin.

They drove towards the hanger housing their jet, and right up to the doorway
under the wing. Half an hour later they were racing down the runway. They all
knew something of first-aid, but had no idea of the girl's injuries, other
than the obvious whip marks, burns, scratches and bruises. If she had internal
injuries, they couldn't tell. Her temperature wasn't bad though, as it would
have been with serious internal damages.

They landed in Hawaii some hours later, where an ambulance waited for her. She
was taken to a very private hospital, where the doctors carefully evaluated
her condition. Surprisingly, her injuries were all superficial. Over the
following days, her bruises began to fade, her scratches disappeared, and even
the whip marks gradually became invisible. What was even more amazing,
especially to the psychiatrists who'd seen video tapes of her treatment, her
spirit began to return.

It was a fortunate result of the utter breaking of her mind in the early days
of her captivity, resulting in her having forgotten almost everything after
that. She remembered being raped, but little of the torture that followed, and
no one was inclined to enlighten her.

She returned to school the next semester, and into the soft, gentle, loving
arms of her roommate Connie. But for the first time, she found their lesbian
lovemaking unsatisfying. Images of giant, hard cocks kept popping into her
head when she was awake, and erotic dreams filled her nights. She tried to
resist them, but her needs became more and more tied into her mind's image of
a plunging cock, a hard, throbbing, red-veined male organ.

Connie returned to their room one afternoon to find Jennifer spreadeagled
across her bed, her hands and feet tied to the posts. One of the caretakers,
Fred, she thought his name was, was on top of her, fucking violently into her
cunt. She stood inside the doorway for long seconds, shocked, and at first,
wondering if Fred was raping her. But it soon became obvious that Jennie was
deliriously happy. She was yelping and sobbing and whining and panting.    The
muscles stood out along her arms and legs, as she pulled hard against the bonds
holding her.

Connie felt her own pussy begin to ignite as she watched her friend being
rodded by the fat old caretaker. Then Jennie came, her mind blanking out, her
body flaring in white hot heat, as a massive orgasm blasted through her
shuddering frame. Her world dissolved into a hot, pounding ocean of sexual
bliss, that blew her right out of her mind.

When she awoke Fred was gone, and Connie was staring at her in bemusement. It
was to be the start of Jennie's voluntary journey into sexual submissiveness
and delight, one that she wouldn't come to regret, as her body was freely used
by scores, even hundreds of men over the next months.



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