Feature Writer: Nesfdancer ([email protected])
Feature Title: Black Widow Of The Orient 2
Published: This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don’t remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial “free” sites, or in the “free” area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration.
Story Codes: Femdom, Pedo, NC, Rape, Drugs, Asian
Synopsis: 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.
Notes: Feedback welcome at “[email protected]” let me know what you liked or didn’t! Confidentiality respected. I would be happy to hear from you. This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life.
Black Widow Of The Orient 2
Ms. Fung was back in the States after six months off, with a new identity and a new role. She was now to acquire young girls for Derek the Dikes domestic sex trade business in a major east coast city. Beijing Trading Ltd. would bankroll her of course, and it was a natural business partnership between the white slavery interests and the expanding operations of Derek’s brothels.
Getting her back in the country was surprisingly easy, but she knew not to push her luck and so would not return to open a front store, but would be much more mobile now. She acquired a 1991 Chevy van, white, with tinted windows and a cargo area in the back. She had it fitted with an air mattress and several blankets in the back. It had a sliding side door and a rear hatch double door. It was sufficiently plain looking that it could be made up as anything. She made up some generic stick on company names that could be put on the side, like “A and B Home Heating” and that sort of thing. She had several different uniforms she could use on any given day.
Her assistant, was a black man named Rodney, who was thirty-five, about six foot and had long wavy hair, a ten 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 traveled 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 under-boss 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 ecstasy 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 2AM, 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 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 cigarette.
“No, I think Adreana is sick,” she motioned inside drunkenly, “Oh damn, I was her ride too, is she okay?” 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 fifteen, 5’4″ and about one hundred pounds 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 okay?” she asked the girl.
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 okay Adreana?” she asked.
Ms. Fung opened the door, and stepped past her.
“She’s okay, 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 fifteen year old friend would do though.
Ms. Fung pulled the cosh out of her jacket.
“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 three inch bandage rolls and ball gagged as Rodney drove out. Ms. Fung covered her with a blanket. It all took twenty-five 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 plowed. 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 fifteen 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.”
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 four 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 one thousand dollars 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 identity 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 eight inch 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 one thousand, two hundred 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 two thousand 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 thirteen, slim and beautiful, with long black hair and green eyes, and she lived in a well to do neighborhood 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 organization 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 one hundred and fifty thousand dollars 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 thirty 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 whore master.
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 nineteen 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 mom’s 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.
“Okay 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.
“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.
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. McGuinness 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 thirty? Six foot 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 recognize 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
“Ohhh, I, I shouldn’t,” she cried out
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 nine 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 sixteen, 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 twenty-one, 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 organization. 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 forty 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 fifteen 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 six 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.
“You’re bought and paid for, you cheap whore!” Derek spat out in ecstasy.
Dawn had not the strength to scream, and surrendered to her “Princess” 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 fifteen, 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 sixteen 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 nine millimeter 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 and 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, fourteen the other was a dancer, sixteen. 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 two 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 whore master.
“Please, please, oh my,” she babbled, as 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.
Only after she finished with her did she say, “”Remember this special day, for I have awoken your darkest desires my pretty.”
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 two 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 fifty thousand dollars, 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 twelve. 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 six girls and they were taken out into a harbor, 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 one hundred and seventy thousand dollars 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 Filipino 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 twelve year old Korean gymnast, who had been sold for one hundred and ten thousand dollars 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 forty 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 eight 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 fourteen.
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 realized 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 nitrous 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 thirteen, 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 ten minutes later the girl went over to her bike and got on, started to pedal, and then realized 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, okay,” the girl replied.
“Its just right there, I was going to go for a swim, and then realized 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 disgusting 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-factually, 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 OF CHAPTER TWO