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Black Widow Of The Orient - 2
by Nesfdancer (Nesfdancer@yahoo.ca)
***
A continuation of the 1st, a tale of a Chinese lesbian
who procures young teen girls for the sex market.
Includes abductions, rapes, and drugging/bondage.
Includes a heavy pantyhose fetish element as in the
original. (MF/f, ped, nc, rp, v, bi, drugs, alcohol,
1st, bd, fetish)
***
Ms. Fung was back in the States after six months off,
with a new identity and a new role. She was now to
acquire young girls for Derek the Dikes domestic sex
trade business in a major east coast city. Beijing
Trading Ltd. would bankroll her of course, and it was a
natural business partnership between the white slavery
interests and the expanding operations of Derek's
brothels.
Getting her back in the country was surprisingly easy,
but she knew not to push her luck and so would not
return to open a front store, but would be much more
mobile now. She acquired a 1991 Chevy van, white, with
tinted windows and a cargo area in the back. She had it
fitted with an air mattress and several blankets in the
back. It had a sliding side door and a rear hatch
double door. It was sufficiently plain looking that it
could be made up as anything. She made up some generic
stick on company names that could be put on the side,
like "A and B Home Heating" and that sort of thing. She
had several different uniforms she could use on any
given day.
Her assistant, was a black man named Rodney, who was
35, about 6" and had long wavy hair, a 10 inch uncut
dong and a nice smile. He was also a rapist who got off
on the action, which was fine with Ms. Fung, she needed
that quality in a co-worker. Rodney was a regular
worker bee for Derek, and travelled much of the time
"fixing problems." He was a good connection man and he
could get things that others could not. He would
sometimes be used by Ms. Fung on jobs, and his pay was
taken care of by Ms. Fung. It was a good investment
considering his expertise in the area. Ms. Fung still
reported ultimately to the shady underboss of Beijing
Trading Ltd. "Mr. Big'," and she was confident that
this new job partnership would work out just fine.
Money was riding it.
ACQUISITION #1
New Years Eve was always good hunting, and Ms. Fung and
Rodney drove through the suburbs on the trail of a good
under age party, where the teenagers were drunk and the
parents were away. It was practically made for them Ms.
Fung thought with an evil grin as they cruised through
the suburbs. For some ecstacy and booze, information
was easy to purchase and before long they were on the
trail of a good party, rumored to be in an upscale
neighborhood. They arrived shortly before 2 AM, and by
all the cars parked on the road and driveway, it was
easy to see they had struck pay dirt.
Ms. Fung was dressed as a mother, in jeans and a black
jacket, and leather boots, with a black purse. She
would be "looking for her daughter" if seriously
challenged, as Rodney would wait in the van, dressed as
a gang banger, to frighten away any silly boy who got
in the way. He looked the part, because he was the
part. The .45 Glock was not just for show either. Ms.
Fung cut through the yard and approached the large
swimming pool from the trees and watched the goings on.
It was a large party, with mainly teens, probably
several hundred. The music was blaring from inside and
many girls and boys were sitting in chairs drinking,
smoking, some swimming, many dancing. They looked tired
and partied out mostly, which was fine. Ms. Fung walked
out to the pool and then towards the large sliding
glass door that was open, and into the house, passing
several teenagers who didn't look twice at her.
She decided on instinct to go upstairs and try to get
entrance to a bedroom or other room and see what was
around. She was not questioned by anybody, she just
picked up a beer bottle, looked a bit tipsy, and smiled
if she made eye contact with anybody. Nobody gave a
shit who she was, which is why she did well at this
job. She was not threatening if she didn't want to look
that way. She passed a girl who was propped up in front
of a door and asked "did Rebecca need a smoke?" and
produced a cig.
"No, I think Adreana is sick," she motioned inside
drunkenly "Oh damn, I was her ride too, is she ok?,"
Ms. Fung asked. "Yah, sure, you can check on her I
guess, I think she might crash here though" the drunk
girl said. Ms. Fung nodded and went into the large
bedroom. Confidence would always get you in she knew.
The lights were off and it was dim and the bathroom
light was on, and she could see an attractive blonde
girl sitting with her back to the bathtub, her shapely
girl legs stretched out. Ms. Fung boldly went inside,
and closed the door.
The girl was Adreana, she was 15, 5'4" and about 100
lbs with large breasts. She was very pretty and had
long blonde hair. She was dressed in a silver spandex
party dress with grey metallic glossy nylons and no
shoes. She was drunk, and was not feeling very well
from the looks of things. She had large hoop ear rings
and too much makeup. She was perfect. Ms. Fung called
Rodney on the cell phone and told him to get ready to
receive them. She would have to walk out with her. "Hey
sweetie, feeling ok?" she asked the girl. Adreana
looked up slowly, and said, "I'm sick."
"Oh that's too bad, I think your ride is here too," Ms.
Fung said. "Why don't you try to stand up."
Just then the girl that was outside knocked at the
bathroom door. "Are you ok Adreana?" she asked.
Ms. Fung opened the door, and stepped past her, "She's
ok, I just needed the bathroom," she said. They were
the only ones in the bedroom save the two passed out on
the bed.
Ms. Fung saw that the window would not work, she needed
to get her downstairs which might be tricky. "Do you
know where the laundry room is?" she asked, "I got a
stain on my blouse."
"Ugh, yah, down the hall," the girl said.
Ms. Fung walked out again, snuck down the hall and
looked for what she needed. She found it. It was a
laundry hamper on wheels. Perfect.
She wheeled the hamper into the bedroom, and closed the
door. The drunk girl was still with her mark, and she
needed her out of the way now. She looked her over. She
was attractive, and had on a nice tight party dress and
matching inky black tights, but she was not busty
enough for Ms. Fung's needs. Too bad. Her 15 year old
friend would do though.
Ms. Fung pulled the cosh out of her jacket and said "oh
shit, the cops are here I think," the drunk girl
stumbled over to the window, "where?" she asked
curiously. Ms. Fung stepped back and smacked the
inebriated teen over her pretty head. Not once, but
twice, "Bhughh, ughhh," she gasped. She caught her as
she dropped to her knees and dragged her to the bed.
Done. She walked into the bathroom, closed the door,
and knelt beside the little blonde.
Ms. Fung took out an elastic and quickly did the girls
hair in a ponytail, "what are you doing?" she
protested, but was too drunk to resist. Ms. Fung
ignored her and took out a brown bottle of liquid from
her purse and a pressure dressing. "That stuff smells
awful," Adreana said.
Ms. Fung liberally doused the diethyl ether on the
bandage and held it to the girls face without warning.
She put her arm around her neck and forced her to her
lap, holding the soaked anesthetic cloth firmly to her.
"Don't fight me little one, you can't win" Ms. Fung
said. Adreana bucked and kicked, but was held firm.
After a minute she was not moving at all. Her eyes were
checked to see if she was unconscious, and the girl
was. Her mouth was open in a wide "O," and her
breathing was deep and steady. Ms. Fung grabbed her
roughly and pulled her up and swung her over her
shoulder.
Ms. Fung dropped her into the hamper, full of clothes
and towels, and covered up the overcome party girl. She
wheeled out the hamper with her prize inside. Ms. Fung
wheeled the cart down the hall, down the stairs and
past several party goers. "Mrs. McCord needs this for
the morning," she said, just for something to say,
nobody seemed to care. She pushed it out to the pool
area and along the side to the grass.
That's as far as it would go. She phoned Rodney and got
him to walk out to meet her. He picked up the girl and
they walked quickly to the trees and down to the
driveway to the van. Nobody said anything to them, they
didn't think anybody even noticed the young girl being
carried off by the couple.
In the van Adreana was tied up with 3 inch bandage
rolls and ball gagged as Rodney drove out. Ms. Fung
covered her with a blanket. It all took 25 minutes.
They found a secure parking garage used by an associate
and slept in the van. Pickup was in the morning so they
slept in the front of the vehicle. They could not drop
her off right away because of a timing issue with a
health department payoff at the building. Pimps had all
kinds of business problems. Staying in the van was
safest.
Ms. Fung awoke to the sound of the girl being
penetrated, the van was rocking back and forth with
somebody's lusts being quenched. Oh well, she was for
the street anyways. Rodney had untied her and pulled
her pantyhose down to her ankles and tongue lathered
her pink snatch as she regained consciousness before
rolling her over, hoisting her shapely ass into the air
and then impaling the helpless blonde on his African
prick. She was still ball gagged and was tied up at the
ankles and wrists but her thighs were forced wide.
Ms. Fung got up and moved into the back, and stroked
Adreana's hair and looked into her fawnish blue eyes
and stroked her hair with her long fingernails as the
teenager was violated from behind by the big black man.
So innocent, and now, so lost. Rodney took his time,
sliding his unsheathed tool into her wetness, the
rhythm as ancient as time, and took his prize as his
own with long powerful thrusts. Adreana's screams were
muffled by the rubber gag as her vaginal passage was
thoroughly ploughed. Saliva drooled from one corner of
her mouth. Ms. Fung didn't mind sharing, they
understood each others needs.
"Oh fuck bitch yah, yah!" Rodney stammered and shot his
load into the captured teens snatch. He pulled his
victorious snake out of the conquered girl and stuffed
it into his briefs, still wet and glistening with her
love moisture. The girl collapsed and lay still.
Ms. Fung pulled up her combo panty-nylons and re tied
her firmly with the bandage roll around her knees. She
noticed the girl's crotch was stained through her
cotton gusset, her rape being absorbed into the thin
silvery material. Ms Fung noted the expensive nylons
the young prize wore, and wondered what she had had in
mind this evening? probably not being fucked by a black
man in a van she thought. "Look what your young charms
have brought you" Ms. Fung scolded her, "You will be a
fine addition to any stable, my little colt," and left
her in the back, sobbing in shock from her brutal
coupling.
Later that morning they transferred the girl to a
Hispanic pimp named Enrico, who was one of Derek the
Dikes underlings and money was paid for the 15 year
old. Cash on delivery was the custom and it made things
less complicated. Adreana was introduced to heroin in
the back seat of their car by two black woman who were
a minders of fresh girls. She struggled and kicked
until the needle was expertly inserted into her vein,
and she was awash in a dreamy wonderland, her sore cunt
now all but forgotten.
"Take that slut child," the one woman cooed,
withdrawing the needle from the girl "now you will work
for your candy, bitch," and she was kept quiet between
them for the drive into the city. Adreana didn't
remember much of the trip. She was taken into a rundown
building, and walked through a beauty salon and
upstairs to her new home. Her pimp arranged for her to
be stripped and turned out into fresh clothes. She
would be managed closely by "Sundae" and "Miss Vixen"
her two hooker handlers, who had ridden with her.
They let her sleep for about 4 hours before holding her
down and giving her another injection of smack, enough
to keep her happy and stupid for awhile longer. She was
then propped up at the dresser, and given a makeover,
street slut style. She was given a lot of makeup, ear
rings, and was dressed in patterned white nylons and
cheap 4 inch black heels, with white skirt, cut down
the side, matching blouse and no bra.
Her hair was combed out and let loose. Enrico came in
and sat her down on the bed, and explained to her that
her ass had a $1000 dollar tag on it, and so there was
a finder's fee for her if she decided to get stupid. If
she was good, she could have all the candy she needed
to stay feeling good, but she would have to work for
it, all these clothes were expensive. Enrico regularly
paid off the vice cops to stay clear of his new girls,
for a cut of the monthly action, and so he had no
worries about her identity being discovered any time
soon. She was now known as "Princess Vanilla" on the
street, because of her lily white complexion, and was
Enrico's newest bitch, under his protection. He put an
order in for some fake I.D. for her, that always helped
getting them into bars after they were broken.
Enrico sat her on her knees at the floor of the bed,
unzipped his pants and shoved the drugged girls head
down to his 8" Hispanic manhood, and showed her how to
suck cock without choking. At first she struggled and
coughed but got the hang of it, learning to breath
through her nose and suck with her pretty lips. It was
easier now that she had been given heroin for her to
perform such disgusting acts, her teenaged modesty
forgotten in her stupefied condition. He came in her
mouth, holding her hair tight and bobbing her head down
on his staff. She took the pungent come and was forced
to swallow her pimps love seed.
She was then cleaned up and her lipstick was re
applied. Then he sent her to "the corner" with her two
minders, unsteady on her black heels, clicking and
clacking her way between them to the corner where soon
she was getting men to stop for her. They would be
directed back to the "residence" for the first week,
until she was properly hooked on the shit, and would be
watched closely as she blew the men for 100 dollars a
pop before being marched back to the corner to show off
her ass again.
In the first night she made $1200 dollars, all of which
went to Enrico. Each night Enrico had her stripped and
he fucked her brains out, to completely dominate the
girl and make sure she knew who her "man" was. He put
the word out that he had an anal virgin for $2000
dollars, to whomever wanted to trade her rear end for
some cash or smack. Enrico was a real salesman at
heart, in a different life, he would have been a top
car dealer.
ACQUISITION #2
Ms. Fung got a difficult assignment the next week,
straight from Mr. Big. A Special order, that was
specific. Seemed some rich (very rich) pervert wanted a
specific girl to bang. Damn Ms. Fung thought, those
were always hard to do. It wasn't a case of trolling
for a good find, this guy wanted a specific girl and it
didn't matter to him if she was easy to get or not.
Mr. Big didn't care, you didn't say no, ever. You just
did what you were told. She could have what resources
she needed, and she was not to have the girl ruined
before delivery.
The info she got was her name was Naomi, she was 13,
slim and beautiful, with long black hair and green
eyes, and she lived in a well to do neighbourhood with
her parents, she had no siblings. She had her address
and private school, and a lot of other info.
Ms. Fung flew by charter and was given funds in cash by
the organisation to setup what she needed. Rodney would
not be going with her, he was needed on another job.
The gist of it was, this very good client of Beijing
Trading Ltd. saw this little prize at a local skating
rink, and that was that. He was some big time money
launderer with a taste for young things, and for
whatever reason this kid got him hard as a rock, and he
had to have her. So that was that, the deposit had been
made, and Ms. Fung would have been surprised if it was
less than $150,000 for her. Derek would be paid for her
"housing" and "upkeep" after the snatch.
Ms. Fung setup in a nearby motel. First thing she did
was go to the girls skating rink and have a look at the
setup. She dressed herself in a basic skating outfit,
and just went as a mom, to blend in. She did that well.
She arrived at the rink and went inside, it was not a
large rink, and it was busy, a hockey game was ending
and the skate lessons were starting in about 30
minutes. She sat in the bleachers and blended in, but
kept to herself, and waited.
She had a digital camera and snapped photos of the
layout of the rink, in case that was needed. The figure
skating class started, it had about a dozen girls in
it, but she had no trouble spotting her target. She was
dressed in a black unitard and a pink top, and she
noted her ample breasts in comparison to a lot of
flatter girls. She wore her hair in a bun, and had
gloves on. The instructors put them all through their
paces and she watched her. She was a fine sight, and
very well proportioned, with a nice ass and shapely
legs. Some of her classmates were very attractive as
well, some were not.
The lessons ended, and Ms. Fung wandered at the
entrance to spot the mother, who was there, and to see
where they all went to change. The change rooms were
down the hall, but women seemed to go down there with
no problems. Ms. Fung just observed. The girl left with
her mother through the front, after changing, and she
followed them out to the parking lot. She already had
the vehicle and license info, but she confirmed the
Volvo was their car before they drove off, unaware they
were being watched by the experienced whoremaster.
She went to the change rooms and noted the location of
the outside maintenance door, which was close to the
girls change room. She could bring here through there
to a vehicle. That might work best, but she needed help
for this. She contacted Derek and got a girl "recruiter
assistant" from her delivered to the motel, her name
was Phoebe, she was 19 but looked younger. She was used
to get in amongst young girls without arousing
suspicion, and she was good at it. It was considered an
apprentice position with Derek, in a year's time she
would do what Ms. Fung did, if she did a good job.
It was a simple plan, Phoebe would go into the girls
change room and lure Neoma to the side door, where Ms.
Fung would be waiting, and she would then deal with her
and abduct her. The delivery was to a handler who would
courier the girl to a brothel where her special client
would be directed to. It was on for the day after next.
Neoma finished her class and skated to the off ice
door. She waved to her mother and took put on her skate
guards. She walked to the change room with the other
girls. She noticed an older girl who was rubbing her
knee and squinting. "Oh I think I might have sprained
it today" she said, noticing Neoma. "Oh that's too
bad," she replied, not yet at her locker. The girl was
dressed in brown tights, blue skate dress and a
sweater, and had her skates off already. "Would you
help me with my bag to the side door?" she pleaded, "My
moms picking me up there, so I don't have to walk too
far on it."
Neoma knew the side door leading outside was not far,
"ok sure" she said, "just let me get my runners on."
"Oh, that's fine, thanks," Phoebe replied.
Neoma put her skates down, put her runners on and
picked up the skating bag that Phoebe handed her.
Phoebe noted Neoma's nice ass, tits and legs in her one
piece outfit, she would fetch a few dollars and she
mused about doing her with a strap on, as she had been
done at that age.
The two girls passed a few others on the way out and
walked to the side door, there was no sign of suspicion
by anyone. Neoma opened the door and stepped out. Ms.
Fung was standing there with the van idling, and said
"oh thank you" noting the bag Neoma was carrying. She
opened the side door and asked her to put it in the
back, Neoma did, just getting part way into the van.
Phoebe stepped back and Ms. Fung produced her custom
made sap, a leather thong with a lead oval piece
attached to one side, specially weighted to concuss
young girls and struck Neoma on the top of her pretty
head.
"Schwap!" Oh! oh my goodness!" she cried, and Phoebe
caught her and pushed her into the back of the van.
Ms. Fung went to the driver's seat and got in. Phoebe
grabbed Neoma, hand she held her tight as the van sped
off. Phoebe dragged the dazed girl to the back of the
van, and quickly stripped off her runners and her pink
top. Neoma moaned and moved only slightly. She was then
tied up with a cloth strap on her ankles, and another
tying her hands behind her.
Phoebe pulled out a pair of black tights and tied them
around her mouth, shoving some inside, past her red
lipsticked lips, to gag her well enough for the short
journey. Neoma was whisked away by the professional
kidnappers, laying on the air filled mattress, tightly
covered in a wool blanket, trussed up like a side of
beef.
Neoma dreamed that she was visited by a dark fairy, and
she slept restlessly. She finally came to on a large
four post bed, that was draped in fine white curtains
that hid the room she was in. The bed was aglow from
the incandescent light that filtered through the downy
material. Music could be heard somewhere, it was
classical, Mozart she thought.
She felt as if she was in a trance, her arms and legs
were heavy, and she was tired, but also strangely
restless and alive to the sounds of the music and all
that she saw. She dimly remembered being kidnapped by
the two women, but for some reason she hardly cared.
She thought it was so wonderful to be alive, and to be
listening to Mozart, watching the dreamy bed curtains
aglow in her room. Her right arm itched a bit, and she
rubbed it. She was itchy in a few other places, and her
stomach was not quite settled, but she didn't care. She
noticed that she was dressed in glossy pink ballet
tights, and a light blue spandex dance top, long
sleeved that exposed her belly, and that was it.
She had dressed like this in her ballet classes, but
she had a black leotard she thought, had she forgotten
it? In her euphoria she didn't care, she was very
comfortable, and was happy to lay down and listen to
the pretty music. she looked up and saw the large full
length mirror on the top of the bed frame, and she saw
herself lay there.
That was so neat, she thought. She noticed her long
hair was loose and was covering the pillow, and she had
on more makeup than she normally wore. Was she late for
a recital? she giggled, what a silly thought, they
would have to come and find her! Ms. Mcginness would be
cross if she was late she thought, and her mind slipped
idly along. Her body tingled all over and she opened
and closed her eyes, having no idea of how long she had
been her, and she didn't care.
She opened her eyes again and there was a handsome
prince sitting beside her on the bed. "Where did you
come from?" she asked, staring idly at him. He just
smiled and stroked her forehead. He was about 30? 6"
tall, athletic, with medium length brown hair and was
dressed like a ballet dancer, in thick grey tights, a
black velvet vest with jewels and dance slippers. She
didn't recognise him but thought he was very handsome.
She stared at him and met his blue eyes.
"We have to be ready for act three" he said, moving
closer to her and leaning down, "its our big moment."
Before she could think of something to say she was
being kissed by the strange man, her lips being parted
by his tongue and she was held to him tightly. She
liked the sensation very much and her young body
responded to his warm embrace. This was a very strange
dance class Neoma thought, but she didn't dwell on
that.
His hands stroked her firm breasts, and he kissed her
neck and shoulders, covering her with wet kisses that
made her tingle even more. He positioned himself on top
of her, and gently pushed out her glossy thighs with
his knees, giving him room on her bed. She gazed at his
crotch as he sucked at her neck, and noticed the
outline of his bulging member. She knew he was not
wearing any athletic support under his grey tights, and
she quivered at the idea of his loins rubbing close to
her.
Where was she? she thought for a moment, but then warm
lips took her away again, and she giggled again, held
by her mans arms. "We have to make our scene be
believable my love," he whispered to her, "for the
audience."
That sounded fine to Neoma. Her crotch was warm and she
felt a longing there, but was unsure of what to do
about it, until her partners dong stroked her in an
upward motion, sliding along her covered labia, she let
out a gasp.
"Don't be upset with me my love, you are too beautiful
to resist," he said to her, and then he did it again,
with more force, and she felt his stiffness move along
over her.
Another gasp. She looked down and saw a small blade in
his hands, and he sliced away her tights so her crotch
was accessible. "In this act, I have to make love to
you," he said very seriously, and she nodded slowly,
unfocused, "I didn't, I dint see that play," Neoma
replied, confused, but now very warm in her private
area. Did he mean to have a baby with her? she thought,
she didn't know. She heard the music again through the
wispy curtains and was again unsure of where she was.
The warm, wet sensation made her squirm. Something
wonderful was covering her warm crotch with sudden
attention. She looked up into the mirror and saw her
spread out, with the mans head down between her legs.
This was not something she ever practiced she thought,
and didn't care. The licking and sucking continued, and
she became increasingly damp. Had she finished skating
today? she didn't know, this was all so dreamy. She
looked up and saw the mans tights were pulled down, and
she could see his buttocks, how strange.
Then something warm and fleshy pushed at the entrance
of her vagina, she was going to look down and see but
she was held firm, her neck getting special attention
again, then her lips. The intruder pushed deeper, and
she stiffened, but then relaxed as her princes legs
pushed her wider apart, and then probed once more. A
hot probe sank into her passage, rubbing past the lips
of her labia, and she cried out "Ohhh, I, I shouldn't,"
she said, but the intruder only withdrew a bit, before
sliding into her again, deeper this time. Was this
love? she thought, "Nughhhh, ohhhhh," she let out as
the prick slid to her barrier, wet and deliberate.
She felt the warm organ spread and force her apart, it
then started moving back and forth, and she shuddered
with excitement at the attention she was getting. The
pain was a dull throb, but was mixed with a
satisfaction of a longing fulfilled, and she clamped
her arms around the man's waist.
The next few thrusts took her maidenhood, and she at
last shrieked out, but was past caring that her sex was
violated. She knew instinctively that his penis
belonged in her, and she relaxed and let the pain roll
through her, and focused on the desire. She knew she
was a helpless princess, and that her man had come for
her. She watched detached as he worked her over,
sinking and withdrawing his sex into hers, and she bit
down hard on his shoulder, awash in the smell of his
body.
This must be her wedding night she thought, she had
just forgotten. She closed her eyes and let him do his
business, and he yelled out dirty things and suddenly
sped up his onslaught. She felt something in her,
something deep and lubricating. She glanced down to see
his long, slick dong, a good 9 inches with large balls,
put the final end to her girlhood. She was unconcerned
with the dark pink streaks and whitish liquid that
covered her lover's manhood, yet she knew that she had
been filled with his warm man juice. He withdrew,
finally, and sat up. She felt the sweat of her body
under her outfit, and the air felt cooler now. She
curled up and dozed, dealing with the lingering pain of
her penetration.
A hand rolled her over and she saw her prince was gone,
but the dark fairy had returned. She was dressed in a
black tutu and top, her white gossamer legs contrasting
her costume. She laid out some items on the bed. They
looked very strange, but one looked like a syringe.
Neoma watched curiously, like a spectator. "Time for
another dose my princess," she said. She grasped
Neoma's shapely calf and held it in her arms. "I need a
new site," she mumbled and stuck the needle between her
toes quite expertly, then plunged the contents into the
innocent captive.
"Ouch!" Neoma said, but she did not resist. The sweet
opiate hit her harder this time, and she coughed, and
almost threw up. The dark fairy held her until she was
better. She was drifting in and out again, not caring
where she was, looking up at herself in the mirror. The
dark fairy fretted over her now tender sex, and wiped
her clean with a pad, and then stuffed her precious bud
with a large sized kotex, preventing her rape from
seeping all over the sheets.
Neoma moaned and her legs moved around as the large
absorbent tube was inserted. Her handler smirked at her
discomfort, and ensured her charges young puss was
adequately plugged. She would be taken again by another
man before morning. Some black stud they hired for his
supposedly impressive love staff. Neoma would be
freshly drilled. "Sleep well princess" she said to her
coldly, and let her drift off into a heroin sleep.
Her real slave owner was a rich elderly man, who
arranged for her to be drugged and raped, the entire
sordid scenes being taped on hidden camera for his
enjoyment on DVD. He would ensure Neoma would be
impregnated by her multiple lovers, and then shipped
off to Bahrain, where he had plans to add her to his
"harem" of young white girls. Her swollen belly would
not be questioned in his own compound, and he enjoyed
seeing his young, spoiled, western girls deal with
unexpected motherhood.
ACQUISITION #3
Dawn had snuck out to go clubbing. She was a very
pretty red head, only 16, but with large enough breasts
and proportions that she could get into a few clubs
with fake id. She wasn't getting along with her single
mother, and she spent more and more time out on the
town, even on school nights. Ms. Fung had spotted her
and spent the night spending money on her and
convincing her there was a great after hours party at
her place.
Ms. Fung knew she was much younger than 21, and had a
great instinct for finding wayward teens. The naive
girl agreed and they both took a cab to the hotel where
room # 206 was used as a honey trap. The staff was paid
off and they knew anybody going in there was a prospect
for Derek's organisation. Dawn was a bit tipsy and she
was led to the room by Ms. Fung. It was a studio design
with a large separate bedroom and bathroom. It was
furnished modest, but had all the requirements to pass
as a living space. Ms. Fung set Dawn down on the couch
and went to the bedroom to phone Derek. She would want
to come over right away.
Ms. Fung told Dawn her friends were coming over, and
she put on some top 40 radio, and dimmed the lights.
She also brought her a glass of red wine and chatted
her up. Dawn was dressed in a forest green tube dress,
and matching green nylons with knee high leather boots.
She lost the boots and draped her long legs along the
couch and sipped at her drink. Her hair was long and
she had a black choker and had her face made up very
nice with dark eye liner and blush, with full red lips.
After 15 minutes there was a knock at the door and Ms.
Fung let Derek and Phoebe in, they had brought some
supplies with them. Derek was dressed in a mans
business suit, with her hair slicked back and she had
on sunglasses. Her breasts were taped over, and she
looked very manly. She was in the mood for a pretty
young girl. Derek and Phoebe introduced themselves as
friends of Ms. Fung's and sat beside her on the couch.
Dawn seemed nervous by the much older man. Phoebe
continued to chat away, trying to put her at ease, and
distract her.
"I, I think I might need to phone home," Dawn said, and
got up to use the phone. Phoebe got up and took one of
her arms, and Derek seized the other before she knew
what had happened.
"I'm going to do her on the carpet," Derek said, very
business like.
Phoebe tripped Dawn and held her down to the carpeted
floor by the couch, and Derek grabbed two pillows and
put them under her head. Ms. Fung said "bring her
things to the van after you're done, I will ditch them
for you," and left. She was going to stay out and watch
over the hotel from the street while the deed was done.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Dawn cried out as the two women
pinned her down.
Derek let Phoebe keep her pinned by holding her from
the back, Dawn struggled and tried to get free but
Phoebe was much stronger. Derek turned up the radio
louder and walked back to the girl. She stripped off
her pants and her socks, and produced a black dildo
from a brown bag. Dawn was horrified to see Derek had a
vagina! And she stuffed one end of the rubber phallus
into her, then strapped it firmly to her sex. It was 6
inches, and thickly veined, with a small head, the
right size for a fresh junior high virgin. "Please no,
I don't want that!" Dawn cried out.
"Hush darling, its not about what you want" Derek said
to her, and fell on her. Dawn kicked her legs out and
bucked. Derek hoisted up her tube dress and found the
waist of her glossy green nylons. "Oh please somebody!"
Dawn cried out. Her nylons were pulled off, one leg,
then the next, lastly her panties and then her girlhood
charms were exposed.
Phoebe let her fall back onto the pillows but kept a
good position at her head, and kept her pinned down.
"Don't move or I will beat the shit out of you bitch"
she warned the much younger girl. "Oh please no, no,
I'm not a lesbian," Dawn cried out. Derek went down on
her, probing with her experienced tongue and parted her
pink cunt lips with her saliva. "Ughh, oh, no, no I
don't want this," Dawn protested. She got a tongue
lapping from Derek while Phoebe caressed her breasts,
smiling down at her. Phoebe remembered being taken the
same way and was wet.
The girl was forced to her knees and had her mouth
guided to her lovers prick. Dawn cried and resisted,
but Phoebe would have none of it, and before long Dawn
was giving a blowjob to Derek's rubber dink. Dawn was
then pushed back to the floor after several minutes of
smearing her lipstick on it. Derek returned to her warm
sex, and licked her again vigorously, prompting the
captured girl to moan and squirm. Derek opened a
package of lube on her black dong, and Dawn began to
whimper in fear.
"I have never done this before," she said quietly.
Derek put her hands on the girl's slim waist and pushed
the end of the double headed tool to Dawns slit. "Nugh!
Ohh!" she cried out as Derek's third thrust found her
entrance. She held it there with just enough pressure
to let the tip part her labia, just below her bush of
downy pubic hair. "You have been such a silly girl, and
now you will be my woman" Derek said to her.
Dawns brown eyes were wide with fear, and she was
breathing fast. "Please, I'm not ready," she said, and
Derek slid the head of the slickened dildo into her
sex. "AGHHHH MY GOD!" Dawn screamed as the thing went
deep. It felt like a massive baseball bat had found her
tight vagina.
Her head went back and she cried in pain, her long red
hair flowing behind her. "My manhood will never soften,
Dawn, it will take you as long as I have the strength
to explore your sweet charms" Derek said to her in a
quiet voice. She thrust again, pushing past her
innocence. Derek knew she had deflowered her as Dawn
gasped and cried, her legs kicking around, thighs wide.
Phoebe had pulled up her dress so her breasts were
exposed and she cut off Dawns flimsy bra.
Dawn lay quiet, tears across her makeup. Derek thrust
in and out, taking her deeply with her lust. Derek got
into a quick rhythm and banged the girl for all she was
worth, the dildo making a smacking sound as their
thighs came together. She noted the blood smear and
smiled with satisfaction at her newest conquest. The
older lesbian raped the young girl until she orgasmed
finally, forcing Dawn to look into her eyes as she did
so. "Your bought and paid for you cheap whore! Derek
spat out in ecstacy. Dawn had not the strength to
scream, and surrendered to her "princes" hard rubber
cock.
Derek withdrew from Dawns ruined cunt, and the dildo
came out with a slick pop sound as she took it out
quickly. She looked down at the teen, her dress
scrunched up to her neck, her naked breasts, her
stained, ruined flower. "Clean her up and put her in
the bedroom," Derek said. Phoebe got a warm cloth and
cleaned up the girls stained thighs, and then escorted
her to the bedroom, laid her down, stripped her dress
off, and locked the door as she left. She then took the
rest of her things down to Ms. Fung, who disposed of
them. Phoebe returned to the hotel room to help in the
cleanup.
"Phone that useless prick Enrico and tell him to get
his useless ass over her Phoebe!" Derek called out from
the bathroom.
ACQUISITION #4, #5 and #6
Ms. Fung was now back collecting sweet things for the
export market, and she had always been upset by the
"one that got away" during her last job on the west
coast. Her name was Claire, and she had come in with
her mother to the dance shop and paid with a visa. She
was a bit of a snob, and spoke down to Ms. Fung while
she was in the store. She knew her family was very well
off, and had driven away in a BMW.
The girl was maybe 15, tall at 5" 8," with long,
platinum blonde hair and brown eyes. She had sizable
breasts for her age and was very leggy. Ms. Fung wanted
her sex but the timing didn't work out. She did however
pay for some basic research on her target, and knew
where the girl lived, the family's schedule, and the
layout of the house. Ms. Fung decided to return for the
girl, who would be 16 now, and take her for shipping to
the far east. It was late fall, and school was in
session, so she knew that she would be coming home
daily and not on holiday somewhere.
She went to some private school, and remembered her in
her plaid skirt and blouse, and knee high socks. She
had bought some navy blue tights for her uniform, for
the cold weather she remembered. Ms. Fung recalled
wrapping the cosh in her hands as she left with her
mother, and wishing she could have done her then and
there, but more people had arrived, and by the time she
got back to making plans for a visit, she had too much
heat on from the authorities.
Ms. Fung did basic surveillance and determined that
between 4pm and 6pm the girl was alone in her house,
with the housekeeper only in attendance. Her parents
both worked, lawyers she thought?, and often came home
late. She had no siblings. Ms. Fung did up the van as a
home heating service, and got a pair of coveralls and a
toolbox. She had decided to do this pickup with
Rodney's help, but he would stay in the van and cover
the house as Ms. Fung did her business.
In the end, it was decided to try for a weekend and
they lucked out. The parents left for the weekend from
the looks of things, and the girl stayed. Perfect. They
would return on Saturday night, and see if fortune
smiled on them. Ms. Fung brought her cosh clubs, a
bottle of ether, methadone, some morphine, syringes and
works, pantyhose for bindings, a silenced 9mm Berreta
and assorted girls sized clothes stuffed in her
toolbox. She also had a new cell phone that could take
photos, as her devious plan would need it. She was
going to dress as a repairman and gain access to the
house.
Rodney would stay in the van with the laughing gas and
would act as armed backup if she needed it. Any police
or security attending would be shot in the front yard,
but that sort of thing was only as a last resort, those
kinds of screw-up were for amateurs. Ms. Fung had
killed only twice, both times in Hong Kong, and she had
no problem doing it, neither did Rodney.
They drove up to the house at 9pm sharp and Ms. Fung
got out. The house was a large two story dwelling with
a pool in the back, and a carport, it was a quiet
neighborhood, and they didn't see any sign of trouble.
They were deep in the suburbs. she had her hair under
her baseball cap that said "A and B Home Heating," and
her toolbox. She rang the doorbell, and the maid came
to answer it, she told her that she had a work order
for the pool in the back yard, but the maid said she
had not heard of that.
Ms. Fung sweet talked her way in, as she was a demure
looking Chinese lady, who ever worried about them? When
the maid turned her back she was hit with a heavy
rubber club. The maid was bound quickly and Ms. Fung
dragged her into the kitchen and bound and gagged her.
She looked around, no sign of the girl. The maid was
out like a light, and Ms. Fung stuck a syringe of
morphine into her ass cheek. She would sleep for
several hours. So far so good. The maid was no good for
a snatch, too old, and too fat, no matter, she had
fresher prey on her mind.
She took off her hat and walked up the staircase, in
search of the girl, holding her lighter club, she
didn't want to injure her merchandise with the heavier
one. Ms. Fung heard music, and she approached an a
closed door on the right of the hallway, to what she
thought was her bedroom on the second floor. She
listened closely, yes, she was certain the girl was in
the room. She knocked at the door and it swung open,
Claire was standing in front of her, her hair in a
ponytail, and she wore a pink short sleeved blouse,
white knee high socks, and no pants, just her panties.
She had some lipstick on but no other makeup.
Ms. Fung swung hard and concussed her before she could
even react, and she stumbled backwards a few steps and
fell to the floor of her bedroom. She then dragged her
to her bed and placed her on it, and laid her on her
pillows. Claire was mumbling and incoherent. She noted
the girl wore no bra, and her breasts were large and
well shaped against the blouse, she also admired her
long legs and her well shaped crotch under her panties.
She was a good catch. Her eyes fluttered and she
gradually came to.
Ms. Fung explained to her that she was a slaver, and
that she was going to kidnap her and ship her off to
Asia to be sold as a whore. Her only way out of this
was if she knew enough attractive friends of hers that
she might use in her place, and she showed her the
syringe and the gun she had with her. Claire was
terrified of course, and wide eyed in horror at what
she was being told, but Ms. Fung made a believer out of
her.
She explained that she would never see her home again,
unless she got on the phone and brought over some young
friends to take her place, at least two. Only then
would she be spared and left here. She massaged
Claire's clitoris when she spoke to her, and made her
understand that she was for real, and that she would
have no problem selling her to a foreign man for a lot
of money, to be fucked as a slave. Claire agreed to
phone two girls she knew, one was a cheerleader, 14 the
other was a dancer, 16. Both were home, she thought,
and she had a good cry before regaining her composure.
Ms. Fung told her that she would blow her brains out if
she even half suspected that she was tipping of either
girl as to what awaited them here. Claire almost peed
herself in fear, and nodded in understanding. After a
short break to let her comport herself, Claire was
allowed to phone using her cell, as Ms. Fung held her
close on the bed, with the pistol in her hand. Ms. Fung
was assured they were both pretty and had no boyfriends
yet.
Both girls were invited over. It sounded good to Ms.
Fung, and she called Rodney and told him to move than
van and park it on the roadside while the other girls
arrived for the white slaver pajama party. Ms. Fung
tied Claire up with 2 pairs of socks, so her hands were
behind her back, and slipped off her panties. She then
went down on her and tongued her clitoris with her
expert mouth.
"Oh please, that's not right!" she protested, and
Claire bucked and cried out, and tried to close her
legs, but Ms. Fung would have none of it, and she
kissed and sucked her sex deeply. Claire cried and
struggled as her snatch was given expert attention from
the Chinese whoremaster, "Please, please, oh my," she
babbled and she finally gave in, letting the lady bury
her face deep in her. Part of Claire was aroused by the
wondrous sensation, as she could not deny it felt
glorious, but her innocence was also shocked that
another woman would want her in this way.
The tongue washing went on for some time, until she
finally cried out in orgasm, her body's instincts
betraying her shame of the lesbian molestation. Claire
had lost track of time, she only knew it seemed the
onslaught had gone on for hours, and she was covered in
the smell of a girl in heat. She wept again at the
shame of it all.
The lady had not said a word to her during the session,
and only after she finished with her did she say,
"Remember this special day, for I have awoken your
darkest desires my pretty," and she got up and started
getting supplies out of her toolbox. Claire knew if the
mysterious Chinese lady came to her again, she would
spread her thighs willingly for her red lips despite
her shame. Claire's wet, engorged clitoris was left
uncovered, and she did not ask for her panties.
The girl had done all she needed and Ms. Fung gave
Claire a methadone pill, telling her it was aspirin,
and washed it down with some bottled water. She was
left on her bed to succumb to the drug after being
gagged with 2 pairs of pantyhose from her dresser and
bound at her ankles. She smiled at Claire and caressed
her bare bud with her hand, and gave her one last wet
kiss on her virgin opening. Ms. Fung went downstairs
and waited for the company to arrive, leaving Claire to
ponder what had happened to her as she grew
increasingly stoned.
The cheerleader, Mariah, arrived first. She was dressed
in a denim jacket, red blouse, black skirt, black boots
and nylons. She was a red head and wore it short. She
was 5" 3" and slim. When Ms. Fung let her into the
doorway she struck her twice on the head, hard, and let
her drop to the floor with a thud. She carried her
upstairs, laid her on the bed beside Claire, and
removed her boots. She was tied up the same way, and
Ms. Fung slid off her black skirt to reveal her shapely
legs, clad in glossy black pantyhose. As she regained
consciousness, she was forced to swallow a methadone
tablet just like Claire, and was then gagged with a
long blue knee high sock from Claire's dresser.
The dancer, Stacey, arrived last, and was dressed in
blue jeans and a white sweater, she was 5" 6" tall,
slim with nice breasts, and long black hair. She was a
Chinese girl, with creamy brownish skin. Ms. Fung was
somewhat disappointed, as she usually dealt in white
girls, but any western raised beauty would fetch a good
price on the market, and Ms. Fung had dealt in non
Caucasians before. So be it.
Ms. Fung let her in the door and grabbed her from
behind, forcing an ether rag on to her face. She fought
for several minutes before going limp. She was carried
upstairs and also laid on the bed. She was also drugged
with a methadone tablet after she came to and left to
drift off in euphoria. She was gagged with a rubber
ball gag, the last one in Ms. Fung's bag.
Ms. Fung then stripped off her jeans and panties and
socks, and pulled out a pair of seamed white tights to
better show off her charms. She pulled them on the
stoned girl, and then tied her up the same way, around
the ankles, knees, and wrists behind her. That was
better Ms. Fung thought, she had no modesty now. All
three girls best qualities could be viewed closely,
their precious pusses for sale!
Ms. Fung decided to strip off Claire's socks and she
pulled on a pair of dark, glossy tan pantyhose that she
found in the girls dresser to better show off her legs
on pics. Claire was going to use them for a special
occasion, which is just what they were used for, but
not what she had planned. Claire was then re trussed,
after that, she rolled each girl on her stomach, sat
beside them and held their faces up.
She took an ether doused roll of socks and held each
girls face to the noxious fumes to silence any last
feeble protests, and they each struggled weakly against
their bonds but succumbed, and lay limp and still. By
the time they recovered, the methadone would be keeping
them high. Methadone was a suitable substance for such
crimes, as it acted much like heroin but safer. The
young girls would be staring into space or sleeping for
several days, as they had never been exposed to such
street drugs, the evil deed was even more reliable as a
way to render them helpless.
Ms. Fung started making phone calls and took pictures
of the three drugged beauties with her phone. Each
girls snatch was photographed closely, along with a
face shot and a long shot. She would auction them off
to bidders arranged through Mr. Big. The buyers would
show up and arrange for transportation themselves, they
would guarantee the girls would be ready for selling.
Starting bids were $50,000, and the pickups had to be
done within two hours. It was a sellers market, and
they would not last at these prices!
Mariah awoke inside a wooden cage, still tied up. She
was being kept in a large underground dockside made of
stone, with the girls cages lined up near the waters
edge. She had a foam mattress to lay on, and was
covered with a wool blanket. She could see other girls
in the cages beside her. She drifted in and out of
consciousness, and felt numb and floating, as if she
had way too much cold medicine. She remembered going to
Claire's house, and being let in by a Chinese lady
dressed as a worker of some kind, then nothing until
she was suddenly in Claire's bedroom, being forced to
drink down some kind of pill. Her head hurt. She
remembered being forced to breath in the smelly fumes
of the knockout cloth, and she remembered voices
arguing over a price for her. She then woke up here.
She feebly tried her bonds but only succeeded in
pushing off the blanket. She could see her ankles and
knees were bound with pantyhose, her glossy black legs
held tightly together. A square dish sponge had been
stuffed in her mouth by her new buyers, and held firm
with cloth strips. She knew she had been sold as some
sort of sex slave, as it was the only thing that made
sense to her. She only had on her red blouse and her
hose, the rest of her clothes being disposed of
obviously.
The Korean girl in the cage over from her was being
forced to get up by two Chinese women, and was being
walked to a small boat. She was raven haired, kept in a
long ponytail and very pretty but had small breasts,
making her maybe 12. She was wearing a hot pink
leotard, with bare shapely legs and bare feet and was
obviously abducted from her dance or gymnast class.
She was next, they came into her cage, cut her leg
bonds, and walked her to the small speed boat as well.
Her legs were very weak and she was half carried to the
boat. She could see it was dark out. The boat was
loaded with 6 girls and they were taken out into a
harbour, towards a large cargo ship. Neither Claire nor
Stacey was with this group that she could tell.
Each girl was marched into a cargo hold in the bowels
of the dingy ship, and taken to a cot. Mariah was
handled by two oriental women who sat her down and
stripped off her nylons and panties, untied her, and
then removed her blouse and bra. She was also ungagged.
She sat naked on the cot with one minder as they other
took her pile of clothes and dumped them into a large
cardboard box along with the rest of the captives
clothing.
Blouses, jeans, sock, panties, nylons, all went in.
Some girls were already hysterical and crying, Mariah
was too weak still to make a fuss but she was afraid.
The minders all went to a large box and pulled out
packages of pink body tights for their charges,
selected the right size, either girls small or medium,
and went back to the cots where the young teens waited.
The single garment was easier than the socks, shorts
and blouses other shipments were sent in.
The minder tore open the package and took out a body
tight for Mariah, and slipped the neck scoop under her
leg and pulled up the pink garment to her toe, then
with the other leg. She was stood up and the tights
were pulled up over her ample breasts and she was
helped through the shoulder straps. Done. She was sat
down and suddenly felt a sharp sting on her arm, the
other lady had injected her with a syringe of clear
fluid while the other lady had distracted her by
stroking her thigh. She was laid down on the cot, one
lady holding her shoulders as the other grasped her
shapely calves at the foot of the cot and held her
firmly. Both minders babbling at her in Chinese.
Mariah knew they were just waiting for her to lose
consciousness. Suddenly she panicked, and started to
squirm, as the events of the day finally caught up with
her. She was held firmly, her minders knowing how to
handle frightened little girls. She started to get very
sleepy, and dozed off to the sounds of crying and
struggling, as each girl was knocked out after changing
with a similar anesthetic shot. The box with their
original clothes was burned and tossed into the sea, as
was the usual practice.
Mariah was left to doze, it would be night fall before
the drug would wear off. She was checked to see if she
was out, then her minders went to work removing any
remaining makeup she had, nail paint, and looked for
any missed jewellery or items. A doctor came by, pulled
down her garment and checked her young vagina,
satisfied she was as fresh as advertised. Little did
she know that she had caused quite a stir with her
sellers, who had received a record $170,000 for her
cheerleader puss, from a wealthy bidder, who was
smitten by her looks, and would pay whatever he had to
for her.
The only serious incident during the voyage happened
when a Pilipino crewman paid off the guard on duty and
snuck into the slaves hold in the early hours of the
fourth day at sea. Drunk and overcome with lust, he
plugged the youngest beauty with his Vaseline slickened
manhood, after gagging her with a rag, and tying her
wrists up, and slicing through the crotch of her tight
pink outfit. She was discovered with her attacker on
top of her by one of the minder woman, stuffing his rod
into the helpless 12 year old Korean gymnast, who had
been sold for $110,000 to a banker in Manila.
Now her ruined sex would only be worth half that, as
she was taken by the lust filled sailor, who had spied
her pretty body and watched her during the one hour
exercises they were allowed above deck each day. She
kicked and squirmed as her highly prized snatch was
violated in a blood smeared mess of rape. The girls
were awoken from the sounds of the commotion, and the
entire hold was full of screams and panicking girls and
their minders, before order was restored.
Next morning the offending sailor was shot by the
captain through the head with a pistol, and thrown
overboard, as was the guard who was paid off. The
minder on duty was beaten within an inch of her life,
and would be sold herself as a whore in the company's
brothel. Incidents like that were very rare, and it had
to be known that the penalties for causing such a
stupid loss of profit was death.
The young girl, Susan, was shot up with heroin on the
final day of the voyage, and also sold as a child
whore, she ended up in Bangkok. After this incident new
regulations went into place on board the slaver ships,
there were to be no men in the holds, ever, even as
guards, and a video camera setup was installed to
prevent such incidents from happening again, and there
was always two minders awake and on duty to oversee
their precious passengers, both armed with billie clubs
and emergency buzzers.
Ten days later Mariah was in Tokyo, residing in a large
penthouse. It was explained that her new role was to be
a concubine and servant, and she was to do the bidding
of her man after his long work days. She was to answer
to his beck and call, and would be severely punished
for disobedience.
On her second night, she was forced to party with her
new owner, a 40 something Japanese Yakuza. She was
dressed in a red silk robe with no underclothes, her
makeup lavish with a Japanese geisha theme. Her sweet
virginity was taken after her third spiked drink was
forced upon her by his assistant, a grey old man who
was also his girl master. His yellowish, fat 8 inch
dong plowed her tender girlhood and she wept openly at
how cruel fate could be, overcome with the pain. Her
wrists were held firm and his pelvic thrusts taught her
about being all grown up at 14.
Her friends at school used to giggle about how oriental
men didn't have big penises, when they talked of such
things. She decided she knew little of the real world
as her innocence was stolen from her. She felt his
stiffness in her depths, her passage aflame and
violated. His garish tattoos on his chest were visible
as he raped his new western girl.
Mariah wrapped her legs around her man's waist, mature
enough to know she was better off in the long run
pleasing her obviously influential owner, and she tried
to play her role better. He came inside her with his
pent up need, flooding her sex with his oriental sperm.
He then let her sleep, her nights duty done.
ACQUISITION #7
Late on a Friday afternoon, Ms. Fung was driving in the
van, alone, looking for fresh girls. She decided to
stalk some of the local mall parking lots. She had just
parked and went into the back to check on her supplies
and realised she had no syringes. Shit, she thought. No
morphine or smack that she had was usable without a
rig.
She thought about returning to her motel but decided to
stop off at the pharmacy and get some cold medicine
instead, then she stopped by a liquor store. She had no
nitros oxide either, she put off getting a refill, but
that would all be dealt with later. She would see if
she could do anything useful in the meantime. There was
a shipment going to South America in the next few days,
and she needed another girl. She gave up on the mall,
but went inside before it closed and bought some girls
sized clothing that she might need for later, and drove
around some more. She passed a park and spotted a
little beauty on her bike.
She was maybe 13, and was dressed in a azure blue
swimsuit, and she was only wearing white knee high
socks. It was a hot day, and Ms. Fung noticed the
outdoor pool that was just closing which explained the
girl's attire. She parked and watched her, being
conscious of being too obvious. The girl was a brunette
with nice breasts and shapely legs.
The girl set her bike aside and sat on the swing set,
as if she was waiting for somebody. The sun now cast
long shadows in the small park. Ms. Fung decided to
drive up near the grass, and park, and see if she could
get an opportunity. She wished she had her morphine,
all she would need was to get close to her then. She
would have to be careful not to be seen as a threat.
She fished out her small cosh and put it in her black
purse.
Ms. Fung walked behind the girl, still on the swing,
and approached her bike. She took out her small knife
and stuck the rear tire, then went back to the van.
About 10 minutes later the girl went over to her bike
and got on, started to pedal, and then realised the
tire was flat. She had not gone far. She got off and
looked at the tire. Ms. Fung got out of the van and
walked over to her, she was dressed in blue jeans and a
top, looking very average for a summer day. She had
doused some ether on a cloth and stuffed it into a
small clear Ziploc bag in case she needed it.
"Your bike looks kind of flat," Ms. Fung said, with a
becoming smile. The girl, whose name was Michelle,
certainly was not, as she admired her melon sized
breasts that filled out her spandex one piece suit. She
was quite a good prospect, 5" 2" tall, hair in a
ponytail, blue eyes, shapely ass and calves, bronzed
skin from sun tanning. "I don't know what happened to
it," she said, "It was fine when I parked it."
"My daughter left her air pump in the van, if you like,
we can pump it up," Ms. Fung said.
"Well, ok," the girl replied.
"Its just right there, I was going to go for a swim,
and then realised the pool closed already," Ms. Fung
said.
"Yah, it closes at six," she said, they both walked
over to the van. Ms. Fung slide the side door open. She
went inside and said "could you just push the front
tire up, I can pump it from here." The girl did as she
was asked and Ms. Fung got down to help. She looked
around to see if they were being observed. The sun was
low on the trees, and the park was empty. She pulled
out her ether soaked cloth and walked behind the girl,
"Welcome to my lair child," she said, and clamped the
cloth to her face.
The girl kicked and struggled, and Ms. Fung wrestled
her to the grass, enjoying the feeling of her captive's
soft, supple body under her swimsuit, and held the
noxious fumes to her face as she lay on her back. The
girl's legs kicked out again, but she rapidly grew
weaker, and before she was out completely, Ms. Fung
picked her up under her arms and flopped her into the
van. Then pulled her all the way in, arms first, her
bike too.
She left the semi conscious girl to lay on the
mattress, and drove out of the park to a more secluded
area, down a quite looking side road in a rural area
that looked unused. She parked off the road, and went
into the back. Ms. Fung stripped the girl of her
swimsuit and socks and then let her lay down, and
regain her senses. Michelle did so slowly, her head was
swimming and she felt sick. Ms. Fung held her and told
her that she needed to be a good girl or bad things
would happen to her. Michelle wept for awhile but
gradually got control of herself, still stunned by her
sudden kidnapping.
Ms. Fung took out a package of red cotton spandex
tights, and a white silky long sleeved top, white knee
high socks, still all in new packaging, and a bag of
other essentials she had picked up. "Lets get you
dressed," she said, "I'm going to be looking after you
sweetie."
Michelle was stood in front of her, naked. She slipped
on the garment, too afraid and dizzy to protest, helped
by the imperious lady who made sure they were on
properly. Pulling up the tights, one leg at a time,
then up over her abdomen as far as they would go, over
her thin hourglass waist, up almost up to her firm
breasts. "Can I have some panties, or a bra?" she
asked.
SWAP!
SWAP!
Ms. Fung slapped her across her face twice, flat
handed. "You won't need those, just the tights, you
wont be hiding your charms from me!" Ms. Fung scolded
her, Michelle stood before her, stunned and red
cheeked. She let out a sob.
Ms. Fung grasped the waistband and pulled out and up,
<snap>. Her newest prize looked magnificent. The ribbed
white knee high socks were next, and went up just above
her knees, and then lastly the blouse. The lady
caressed her newly costumed thighs and stroked her rear
end, making sure the seam at the back rode up her butt
cheeks, all was in order. Her clitoris was well defined
through the form fitting material, and she rubbed her
small mound and Michelle whimpered. Perfect.
"Have you ever been dressed in these?" Ms. Fung asked
her, stroking her calf.
"Only, only for Halloween," Michelle replied timidly.
"I'm sure many men would have paid money for you if you
let them," Ms. Fung said to her coolly.
"No, I would never do that!" Michelle protested,
shocked at the degusting thought.
"Sit down then!" Ms. Fung commanded the defeated girl.
The lady produced a bottle of booze and another of some
kind of medicine. She then propped Michelle up on the
inside back of the van, still sitting her on the
mattress. She was forced to drink a vodka lemonade
first.
"I, I don't want any," she pleaded.
"Shut your mouth and do as your told girl!" the lady
told her curtly, and held the bottle to her young red
lips. "It's this, or I will use a needle on you. Do you
want me to hmm? Ms. Fung asked her, holding her chin.
"No, no, please don't drug me!" Michelle replied
fearfully.
"Perhaps you need the back of my hand then?" Ms. Fung
said icily.
"No, no, don't hit me anymore," Michelle pleaded. She
was forced to take gulps again and again, until the
bottle of vodka lemonade was finished. "Please let me
go, I want to go home," Michelle gasped, her blouse
stained with spilled booze.
Ms. Fung then unpackaged some cough syrup and produced
a spoon. "What's that for?" Michelle asked wearily.
"Hush girl, and do as I say, you wont care about any of
this when I'm done with you" she said to her, idly
massaging her shapely thigh. She poured dose after dose
and made the helpless girl drink the cherry tasting
cough syrup "That's a good girl, all of it," Ms. Fung
said to her.
Michelle started to get dozy, and her speech slurred.
"I, I wont tell what you did, I have school tomorrow,"
she whispered, looking confused.
"That's the way my little princess, drink it all down,"
the experienced girl handler said, and forced one more
spoonful into her mouth. "The thing is, I can't have, a
boyfriend yet..." Michelle babbled matter-of-factly,
eyes glazed. The girl was getting numb all over. "I
think... stuff, I don't have a cold, she protested.
After a few minutes she was eased down to the mattress,
pulled by her ankles until she was flat on her back,
her hair let loose and her shapely legs splayed out.
"Have you ever been to Hong Kong?" Ms. Fung asked her,
caressing her crotch softly.
"Disneyland..." Michelle murmured, her eyes heavy. Her
head was propped up and Ms. Fung poured the bottle
freely into her mouth, holding her head firmly
underneath with the other hand. Some spilled down her
cheek, but she drank. The girl fumbled at the bottle
drunkenly, protesting her drugging, but missed, and
then lay still.
Ms. Fung checked her eyelids, she was unresponsive.
That should do for now she thought. Her captive would
not be fretting about school any more. "It says on the
bottle this may cause drowsiness my dear," Ms. Fung
said sarcastically to her beautiful sleeping form. She
had a few days to decide whether to hook her on heroin
for street work, or ship her out. She would see what
was needed from Mr. Big, who she phoned soon
afterwards, letting the poor girl slip into her
troubled dreams...
Ms. Fung returned to the Far East once more, satisfied
that her career in the slave trade was going well. She
had paid for a new beach side cabin in Thailand, and
looked forward to some vacation time. Perhaps she would
visit her sister's brothel in Bangkok again, just to
check on her siblings thriving business.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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