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