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