General Ho's White Slave
by Unknown
(SD-106)


ONE 

Wendy leaned forward over the rail and stared at the water flowing past. 
Actually they were the ones moving. The water wasn't going anywhere, she 
thought, just being shoved aside a little as the yacht slid through it. 

There was little wind so the boat wasn't moving very fast. Wendy kept 
wandering on deck to see if the wind might have picked up a little. Her 
father refused to turn on the motor and she was eager to get ashore 
somewhere, anywhere. She was sick of this boat. Oh, it had sounded great at 
first, cruising through the South Pacific on a hundred foot sloop, just 
basking in the sun and relaxing. But after weeks of it she was bored, bored, 
bored. She'd gotten enough sun to last her forever, and enough ocean to last 
her longer than that. Besides which there really wasn't all that much 
interesting to see, even ashore. If they'd been cruising through the 
Mediterranean or maybe along the coast of Europe things would be different. 
What was there out here anyway? 

Singapore was the only place that had looked half civilized. Ever place else 
was banana land. They'd just left Malaysia, a crummy looking place that 
wouldn't know what a good disco was if one dropped out of the sky. It, like 
all the other places, was filled with icky little brown and yellow people, 
almost none of whom could speak English. 

They all seemed to live in crummy looking huts made of sticks or grass, or 
worse yet, made of cardboard or corrugated tin. The Philippines had been a 
dump that seemed to have the largest collection of prostitutes in the world. 

To make matters worse, her sulking wasn't having much effect on her father. 
She'd thrown tantrums and pouted around the boat for days, all to no effect. 
She was still stuck here in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do. 

She was seriously considering having an affair with one of the cruddy 
deckhands, and making sure they were discovered by her father, just so he'd 
get so pissed at her, he'd send her home for sure then. Not that he had any 
illusions about her virginity, she supposed, but doing it with a common 
sailor type would drive him crazy. She'd been waving her ass around in front 
of him for the last couple of days, much to his annoyance, but so far wasn't 
willing to get drastic. She had taken to wearing a tiny thong bottom that 
was little better than a G-string, and a top that she'd found after boarding 
was a couple of sizes too small. 

Now as she moved away from the rail and wandered down towards the back of 
the boat, she knew that every one of the men she passed stared at her with 
lust filled eyes. She could have any one of them if she desired it. So far 
she didn't. Like her father, the thought of her rolling around with some 
commoner type was rather nauseating to her. Her tastes ran to the more 
sophisticated, even effete type of men. So much so that several times they'd 
turned out, much to her disgust, to be gay. She'd even tried to turn one 
around, thinking that any man, even a queer, would respond to her womanly 
arts and guile, and especially, to her body. 

She had no illusions about her body's effect on men, not since she'd been 
twelve years old and had developed an hourglass figure almost overnight. Her 
body had only gotten better since then, in the care of her masseuse, her 
exercise coach, and her almost daily body waxes, nail jobs, and the 
indulgence of special and ultra-expensive body oils. 

Now her skin and hair shone with health and beauty, was perfectly shaped and 
disciplined, and helped her get most anything she wanted in life. Her hair, 
thick, lustrous golden wave, flowed around her shoulders and over her 
breasts to her belly. It framed her small, exquisitely delicate face, with 
it's pert, upturned nose, thick, sensuous lips, and wide, bright green eyes. 

Her body would male a centerfold jealous, with wide rounded hips, a tiny 
waist, smooth belly and high, firm, round breasts. Her buttocks were an 
flawless, and precisely sculpted, and her legs were long and smooth and 
tapered smoothly into trim ankles and tiny feet. She had taken great and 
malicious delight in displaying herself around her father, knowing that he, 
like any man, could not avoid lecherous thoughts around her when she was 
half naked. She'd even tried to go around topless, but he'd put a quick stop 
to that, despite her arguments. 

She was just waiting until she turned twenty-one, and got control of her 
trust fund, then she'd make sure she got into one of those mens magazines in 
her birthday suit. That'd show him, and everyone else of course. She had a 
great body, and didn't care who knew it. When she'd been younger, she'd been 
a real whore, mostly so she could show off her body to her lovers and see 
the appreciation and lust in their eyes. She'd had scores of adult lovers 
when she'd been in her teens, most of them her teachers, people who worked 
for her father, servants, that sort of thing. She'd had few affairs with 
boys her own age, considering them immature. 

That was still pretty much the case. Most of the men she went to bed with 
now were a decade or two older than her. They knew how to treat a woman's 
body, didn't squeeze and grasp her so she was left with bruises. She liked 
her sex slow and easy, like on a plush rug before a fireplace, with aged 
brandy or champagne, preferably with her on top. She sighed and moved down 
the stairs into the narrow corridor that ran the length of the boat, or ship 
as her father insisted on calling it. She smiled coyly at one of the crewmen 
as she sashayed past him, feeling his eyes bore into her round bottom. 

She reached her room, or cabin, going inside and closing the door behind 
her, then dropping flat on her back on the big bed and picking up the remote 
control unit. She turned on the TV and VCR and then turned up the sound of 
the music video. 

There were hundreds, in fact, thousands of tapes on board, but she was bored 
with watching TV. Still, there wasn't much else to do. She She slid her arms 
up behind her head and watched the musical, sniffing critically as the bimbo 
who was dancing to the music showed her cleavage. A tit job for sure, she 
thought. She moved forward and popped the tape out, then reached beneath her 
bed for another one, not one from her father's collection. 

It slid in smoothly and she lay back again on her bed watching. This tape 
was one of the ones she'd gotten Jimmie, one of the servants at the New York 
home, to buy for her. 

The image stabilized and she watched a huge black man walk forward. Muscles 
rippled all over his frame, bulging out his arms and legs as he approached a 
young, small, pretty blonde girl. His cock was semi-erect, already 
incredibly thick, and long. The girl looked up at him through wide blue 
eyes, blinking and looking fearful. She was wearing a schoolgirl's uniform, 
not unlike the one Wendy wore at the prep school she attended. The black man 
moved purposefully forward, his bald head gleaming in the camera lights. 

He reached the girl and grabbed her hair, jerking her up against a wall. His 
hand came around her throat and held her tightly as his other hand casually 
stripped her. The girl sobbed and whined as he tore her clothes off, but 
didn't put up much of a fight. Wendy watched cynically, though with some 
interest. She drew her legs up a little and spread them apart. She slid her 
hand down over her pussy and began to rub her clitty as she watched. 

 The girl's breasts were revealed, huge and fat, with giant brown nipples 
that Wendy thought were really gross, especially compared to her own small 
pink ones. 

The black man threw her back on a bed then climbed in on top of her. He 
knelt over her face, his cock swaying back and forth, brushing against her 
lips. He cuffed her hard, knocking her head to one side, then gripped her 
hair and drove his cock into her mouth. Wendy fast forwarded a little, not 
really liking blowjobs. She stopped to watch with a sigh of appreciation 
when the black guy got the little blonde to swallow his entire cock. Wendy 
knew from personal experience how difficult that was, especially with a cock 
that long and thick. 

The black guy face-fucked the blonde for long minutes as the cameras closed 
in, watching the seemingly unending length of black cock-meat as it slid 
relentlessly past her lips and down her throat, then reappeared, wet and 
glistening with her spit. 

Wendy curved her finger and slipped it into her pussy, driving it down her 
tight pussy hole. She was rubbing and lightly squeezing her breasts with her 
other hand as she stroked her fingers over her clitty and fingered herself. 

The black guy had enough mouth and pulled out, then picked up the little 
blonde's legs and shoved them way back against her chest, jamming down her 
ankles until they were actually pressed against the side of the blonde 
girl's head. Her puss was gaping wide and open for the camera's eye. 

The slit, with it's pink, wet flesh, lay revealed and vulnerable as the 
black guy jabbed his cock at it several times, finally catching and forcing 
the round helmeted cockhead into her. Wendy watched with anticipation, 
rubbing herself harder and sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy. The 
black man simply threw his hips down and forward, skewering the little 
blonde, forcing his thick, long cock down into her with a single brutal 
thrust. Wendy heard the girl's gasp and cry of pain and knew that was no 
act. You couldn't take a cock that size, that fast without pain. She rubbed 
harder at her clitty, grinding her hips in slow circles on the bed and 
humping upwards against her fingers. 

The black man began to hammer his cock down into the little blonde without 
any restraint at all. He fucked her furiously, savagely ramming his muscular 
body down into her, rutting his cock in and out of her pink pussy-slit with 
unrestrained force and velocity. Wendy had never been fucked like that and 
never really wanted to. She had fantasies about it though, as did every 
woman and girl. The fantasy about being brutally taken by some handsome, 
muscular beefcake type, just... USED for his pleasure, like a whore. Her 
eyes were locked on the screen as the black man pounded down into the little 
blonde. She heard little grunts then that weren't coming from the screen and 
felt her awareness of the picture slipping as her body's reactions began to 
obscure her other senses. Her body hummed with sexual energy. She felt her 
belly churning and tumbling and her crotch burning and steaming with need. 
Her breasts were hugely swollen, and shot fire into her chest every time she 
tweaked one of her hard little nipples. 

She was bouncing her bottom up and down on the mattress now as the black guy 
really gave it to the little blonde. He was bouncing his whole huge, heavy 
body up and down on her folded, doubled up body. His cock was tearing in and 
out of her like a pile driver. Wendy stuffed three finger into her own 
pussy, ramming them in and out as she imagined herself under a huge, savage 
black man, imagined him rutting down into her with his giant black cock, 
imagined him squeezing and kneading her tender breasts. 

She moaned low in her throat, her fingers dripping wet as they jammed deep 
into her box. She could feel her arousal deepen, feel her excitement mount. 
Her body was afire with sensuous lust which was growing more and more 
intense. 

On the screen, the black guy finished fucking the little blonde and the 
screen abruptly changed images. Now the blonde was bent over the black man's 
lap, his hand came down hard on her upturned buttocks, slapping with a loud 
crack and leaving a big red hand mark. He began spanking her heavily as she 
sobbed and bawled and kicked her little legs up and down. Then he rolled her 
off and forced her onto her hands and knees, kneeling behind her. His hard 
cock thrust into her pussy and he began to fuck her like a dog. Wendy never 
allowed her lovers to fuck her in that position, considering it demeaning, 
but now it increased her excitement as her pussy sent shockwaves of hot 
pulsating lust rippling through her shuddering body. Her fingers were 
sliding in and out of her sopping pussy-pit almost as fast as the black guy 
was fucking the blonde. She felt the prelude to orgasm and rubbed harder 
still over her clitty, then grabbed her left breast in her hand and squeezed 
her fingers down hard, sending a hard biting blast of heat into her chest 
and belly. She came then, bouncing her hips up and down on the bed as wave 
after wave of sexual release rolled through her. Her mouth opened in a 
soundless cry of ecstasy as her back arched, her chest jutting upwards, her 
bottom rising off the bed and her weight coming down on her shoulders. Then 
she fell back exhausted to the mattress, laying there spreadeagled, her 
chest rising and falling rapidly as she regained her breath. 

She puffed a breath off air up to knock the hair out of her face, then 
reached up with her hand and shoved and pulled the mass of tangled blonde 
hairs away. She lay there for a few minutes, then sat up, turning off the 
VCR and getting out of bed.. She wandered into the bathroom for a shower, 
thinking about how best to annoy her father at dinner that night. 

Dinner on the High Finance was a formal affair, with her father and his two 
male guest wearing dinner jackets, and their wives wearing designer dresses 
that cost enough to have fed a small nation for a year. 

Besides her father, there was his current wife, a sleek looking brunette 
with big breasts and a mindless stare. She wasn't much older than Wendy, 
much to the latter's disgust. Her name was Cindy, and she was her father's 
current showpiece. 

The other two women were of similar ilk, one a long legged brunette with big 
breasts, the other a short redhead with big breasts. All three were clad in 
tight fitting, low cut dresses that revealed all their charms. Wendy 
considered all of them to be little better than whores. 

She herself dressed much plainer. She wore a very simple short, white dress. 
It covered her chest demurely, but the hem descended no more than a half 
inch below her buttocks. It was incredibly tight, revealing every detail of 
her body's musculature, from her flat belly to her high breasts and round 
hips. 

She wore no bra or underpants, since those would have showed through the 
material. She had the smug pleasure of seeing her father's two partners eye 
her with carefully discrete interest as she approached. She was, she knew, 
much better looking than the sluts they had brought with them. 

"You're looking... lovely tonight, dear," Cindy said, frowning slightly. 

"Why thank you, Mother dear," Wendy said, all wide eyed. Cindy's frown 
deepened. 

"Don't get snotty, Wendy," her Dad said. 

"Who? Me?" 

"Oh, leave the poor child alone, Alfred." Mrs Young said, bobbing her twenty 
three year old head. "You're always arguing with her." "Girl has no 
respect," her father grumbled. 

"Aren't you about ready for college, dear?" Mrs. Young, asked, smiling 
sweetly. 

"Aren't you?" 

Mrs. Young glared. Her husband guffawed, slapping the table and throwing his 
arm around his "wife", hugging her tightly. "Young" was a good name for 
Becky Young, since she was a good thirty years younger than her husband. She 
drew in a deep breath, accentuating her large breasts. 

"Don't be fresh, Wendy," her father snapped. 

"Well excuse me. I was only asking a question," Wendy said. The other woman, 
the little redhead, Holly, kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to get into 
any kind of conversation with Wendy, not after the girl had caught her 
sniffing a line of coke that afternoon. Her husband was a big time anti-drug 
campaigner who advocated locking up all drug users on a deserted island. 

"Young people today simply have no respect," Holly's husband, Roger said. 

"Is that why you married a child?" Wendy inquired acidly. 

"Wendy!" her father snapped. 

"Oh fuck off, Daddy," Wendy said. "I'm not going to act like the charming 
little girl for your friends and their whores." Which was how she came to be 
in her room, while the others ate dinner. Like I care, she humphed to 
herself, munching on caviar and sipping straight champagne from the bottle. 
She was, she decided, going to jump ship at the next stop and use her credit 
cards to get her on an aeroplane home, even if she had to fly coach. She 
stripped and put on the top of her black satin pyjamas, then sat on the bed 
to watch a movie. It was something about some bigshot business guy who was 
cheating on his taxes and got found out and sent to jail. 

Wendy allowed herself the luxury of imagining her father going through that, 
though she wouldn't want that to happen for real as long as she needed to 
live off his money. Another two years, four months and eleven days, though 
and she'd be twenty-one and free. The boat heeled over sharply and she fell 
forward on the mattress, spilling her glass all over the silk sheets. She 
pushed herself back with an angry curse, then slammed the glass down on the 
night table and rang the bell for a servant. 

She cursed her father, the boat, the crew and the ocean with equal 
impartiality, staring sullenly at the door so she could give whoever showed 
up a real nasty tongue lashing. 

Then the boat heeled far over in the other direction and she fell back with 
a startled squawk. 

"What the fuck is going on?" she snarled, patting her hair back into place 
as she tried to stand up. 

She hung onto the side of the bed to steady herself as she walked towards 
the door. 

The boat heeled over again and she staggered across to the door, hanging 
onto the handle to keep from falling. She started to open it, then grimaced 
and looked back to the bed, where her robe lay. The tops of the pyjamas 
barely covered her naked rump and were thin and flappy in any kind of 
breeze. 

There was shouting and yelling coming from above her, very loud shouting. 
Then there was a series of loud bangs and screams. She blinked in confusion, 
her instincts to go out and yell at somebody suddenly being overcome by the 
realization that something could be seriously wrong. 

She jerked open the door and yelled at a crewman who was running past. The 
man stopped abruptly and turned to stare at her. "What the fuck is going 
on?" She demanded, thinking as she did, that he didn't look at all like the 
perfectly groomed and manicured crew members she'd seen so far. In fact, he 
was an oriental and she couldn't' remember there being any orientals on the 
crew. Instead of answering her he lunged forward, throwing his arms around 
her and knocking her back through the doorway until the back of her legs hit 
the foot of her bed and she tumbled back into it. He fell atop her, his hips 
between her spread legs as he gripped her hair and tried to kiss her. 

She spat and cursed, outraged that he would dare touch her, trying to claw 
his face, and succeeding in leaving deep furrows down one cheek. He yelled 
loudly, in some ignorant language and then punched her in the face. Wendy's 
head was knocked back to the mattress and her yelling stopped as she blinked 
up at him in pain and astonishment. No one had ever hit her before. 

His lips mashed down bruisingly hard against hers and his hand squeezed her 
breasts through the thin top. He mumbled and hissed in whatever language he 
owned and ground down against her sex. Wendy was petrified and frozen, 
unable to react to something that was completely outside her range of 
experiences. 

The man jerked his rough trousers down and brought out his cock, erect and 
angry looking. He grinned nastily at Wendy, and placed the head against her 
blonde fringed slit, then lunged forward, driving it into her body. He 
shoved his hips forward, forcing the cock deep into her soft, tender tunnel 
as his hands tore open her top and latched around her breasts. 

Wendy was whimpering and staring at him in shock, not daring to move for 
fear of being struck again. The man's cock ploughed down deep into her 
sheath, filling her with it's male hardness as he humped furiously against 
her. 

His lips came down on hers again, pressing roughly, hotly against her own. 
His tongue jammed into her mouth, whipping around inside her oral cavity as 
he lunged back and forth on top of her, pounding his cock in and out of her 
dry sex. 

Wendy could vaguely hear screams and yells from far away, but paid them 
little heed as she lay there, wide eyed beneath her rapist. His hands were 
savagely squeezing and twisting her breast meat, bringing pain to her chest 
and more tears to her eyes. She began to cry openly, sobbing and bawling as 
the man rutted into her. He cuffed her roughly, the back of his hand 
knocking her head aside. Then he gripped her hair, pulling it back as he 
held her face still and brutally crushed her lips with his. 

His hips and belly rode back and forth against her inner thighs. Her legs 
were splayed wide and unmoving as he took her savagely. He lunged forward 
again and again, driving his cock into her with short, furiously fast 
strokes. 

He smelled of fish and oil and his hands left a slimy trail of sweat 
wherever they touched. They fastened around her soft white buttocks then, 
squeezing tightly, digging into the smooth flesh as he grunted and groaned 
and mumbled in cruel pleasure above her. His cock rutted into her like a mad 
dog, sliding back and forth between her taut pussy-lips as he rode her for 
his own satisfaction. She was a tool for his enjoyment, with as little 
importance as a dog. He used her body to jerk-off in, pounding furiously in 
his eagerness to come off. 

The man groaned and stuffed his cock deep inside her, holding still as his 
eyes narrowed and his mouth gaped open. Wendy felt his cum spitting down 
into her belly as he came, his hands roughly squeezing her breasts and 
pulling her hair. 

Then he bounced off her, as if suddenly in a terrific hurry. He grabbed her 
by the hair and jerked her up after him, dragging her out of her room and 
down the corridor to the rear of the boat. Wendy yelped and whined and 
sniffled as she hurried after him. She heard more of the explosions and 
realized now they must be gunshots. She couldn't understand that, couldn't 
see why anyone would be shooting guns on the High Finance. 

The man threw her forward and she staggered into the arms of another Asian 
man. He glared fiercely at her and jerked her forward again. There were half 
a dozen others there, all of them throwing things off the stern of the boat 
into a smaller boat tied up to one side. All of them crouched low, and Wendy 
realized why when a man gave a grunt and fell forward, a gaping, bloody hole 
in the back of his head. She stared at it in stunned horror, watching the 
blood bubble out. Then someone shoved her forward and another man lowered 
her into the arms of a man standing in the boat below. He threw her across 
the deck where she fell onto her side by a pile of fur coats. The other men 
began dropping over the edge of the High Finance, then, shooting behind them 
as they did. Another man gave scream and fell forward into the ocean, not 
surfacing. The boat's motor gave a growl and they moved rapidly away from 
the yacht. Wendy watched its lights recede into the darkness with a growing 
horror and fear. She looked around her at the rough looking Asian men who 
were crouching below the sides of the boat, keeping low as the occasional 
bullet thumped into the rear. 

She suddenly longed desperately for her boring little cabin on the yacht and 
began helplessly whimpering again as she thought about the terrible ordeal 
she would soon be going through. For she had no doubt whatsoever that these 
men would rape her, and then probably kill her, maybe throwing her into the 
sea to drown. 

The lights of the yacht disappeared and the men began talking and then 
getting to their feet. They ignored her at first, pawing through the goods 
they'd stolen from the High Finance. There were loud arguments, apparently 
as they divvied things up. Then they all turned and looked at Wendy, 
crouching in a corner, her torn pyjama top held tightly together by her 
white knuckled fists. 

 TWO 

The men began talking to each other in low voices, the tone snide and 

sneering as they looked at her. One of them reached down and dragged her up 
by the hair, ignoring her cries of pain and protest. He stood behind her, 
pinning her wrists tightly together high up behind her back, pulling her 
head back by the hair to thrust out her chest for the leering group of 
watchers. 

The pyjama top came apart, gaping open to reveal all her charms for the men, 
who looked on admiringly, talking and chattering amongst themselves in their 
singsong voices. They were all incredibly ugly, Wendy thought, and smelled 
terrible, like they hadn't bathed in months. 

The man behind her frog-marched her forward until they came up to a wooden 
crate of some kind. He shoved her belly-down across it, and kicked her legs 
apart. Wendy shuddered as she felt his hand slam down on her buttocks, 
gripping her bottom in a tight squeeze as the man said something to the 
others in a loud, jovial voice. They all laughed. Then Wendy felt something 
press against her soft pubic lips, and roughly push up inside her. She 
whimpered louder, then bit her lip to keep quiet, afraid they'd hit her. She 
recognized fingers ramming in and out of her pussy. They were withdrawn, and 
then something thicker and softer pushed against her. The man thrust 
forward, driving his cock into her pussy from behind. Wendy could do nothing 
but hug the crate as she felt his organ drive up into her belly. She stared 
down at the surface of the wooden crate, horrified and miserable with pain 
and humiliation. The other men were all gathered around her as the man 
hammered his cock into her sex. His fat belly slapped against her buttocks, 
grinding her hips against the sharp edge of the crate, knocking her bare 
knees into the side. Wendy was petrified, unable to do anything but lay 
there and take the terrible abuse of her most private centre, whimpering as 
her pussy ached more and more deeply. The man's cock was thick and long. It 
pounded in and out of her pussy with fearsome thrusts, ripping back and 
forth between her sensitive pubic-lips with agonizing speed. Her pussy 
burned and shot fiery stabbing pain signals up her spine as the man brutally 
raped her. The second rape of the night, she thought dazedly, but only the 
beginning. She was about to be gang raped. The words had often invoked dark 
arousal and excitement when she'd fantasied about them, or even when she'd 
heard about other girls who were victims. She'd often read stories of girls 
who had been gang-raped, and fantasised about how lewd and nasty and wicked 
the event must have been, imagining herself at the center of a wild group of 
lust crazed men - all gorgeous and well-bathed, of course, all wildly 
admiring of her beauty and sensuality. 

The reality was far different, as her body was pounded from behind again and 
again, the hard prick slicing in and out of her as the man's hips slammed 
powerfully against her bottom and a pack of wild Asian men howled and 
screamed in glee as she was raped right before them, all crowded in to cheer 
on her rapist.. 

She was getting splinters in her tender breasts as the man jerked her body 
back and forth, ramming her thighs and hips into the sharp corners of the 
crate. His cock sawed back and forth inside her as he grunted and cursed and 
laughed. 

Wendy moaned, her tear filled eyes closed as she hugged the crate. She felt 
the man jam his spike-like cock high into her belly, then grind his pubic 
bone from side to side against her sex, shoving hard against her as if he 
sought to force her body into the crate. She cried out with pain then as her 
soft flesh was mashed against the hard wood of the crate. This brought a 
harsh snarl and an open hand cracking down against the side of her head, 
making her ears ring. He slapped her bottom, then, the crack loud and sharp 
on the night air, rising even above her helpless cry of pain as the sharp 
sting burned into her. He pulled his cock out suddenly, apparently sated, 
then stepped away. At once, another man stepped into place behind the 
miserable teenager, and she felt another cock press against her tiny 
entrance. 

Back on the High Finance things were just starting to sort themselves out. 
Half a dozen crewmen were dead, and several others wounded. None of the 
passengers were harmed, having been quickly moved into a forward storage 
area away from the pirates. 

Captain Newman took the reports from his first mate, looking grimly around 
him and then shaking his head with resignation. He nodded and turned away, 
going over to Mr. Crane and pursing his lips anxiously. "Sir, I'm afraid I 
have some very bad news," he said. 

"What? Is my daughter all right?" Crane demanded. "Sir, I'm afraid Miss 
Wendy is not in her cabin. She isn't anywhere on the ship." 

"What?" 

"Oh My God!" Cindy said, her hand covering her mouth. 

"What are you..." 

"I'm afraid one of the men saw a blonde woman being forced over the side 
into the pirates' boat, sir." 

Crane's face darkened angrily. 

"You're saying my daughter has been kidnapped by those scum!?" 

"I'm afraid it very much looks like it, sir." 

"Well turn around and go after them, Dammit!" "That's pointless, sir. We 
don't know what direction they went and even if we did.." he shrugged 
helplessly. 

"We aren't made for speed, sir. They'll easily outdistance us." 

"I'm not going to just leave her with those... those..." "Sir, all we can do 
is get ashore and contact the authorities. If they hadn't destroyed our 
radio.... but anyway, we don't know how many others there are out there. We 
should get ashore and get help." "And meanwhile my daughter is in the hands 
of those fucking scumbags, who are doing God only knows what to her!!" "It's 
all we can do, sir." The Captain shrugged. Crane turned away and gazed 
furiously out to sea, as if he could find the fleeing pirates with his eyes 
alone, despite the dark and distance. 

"I will hunt those little fuckers down," he said. "No matter how long and 
how much it costs, I'm going to get them and see them all dead!" 

Wendy's eyes were half closed, exhaustion lay heavy on her body. One after 
another the pirates had raped her against the crate, their hard male cocks 
slicing in and out of her soft, pink tunnel, their hands mauling her soft 
flesh. They seemed untiring as they pleasured and amused themselves with her 
body, and she wondered dizzily if it would ever end. 

Now she was on her knees on the deck. Even the poor covering of her torn top 
had been taken from her and she was completely nude. Her flesh gleamed in 
the moonlight as she bent forward over the Asian man's crotch, bobbing her 
mouth up and down on his cock. Her wrists were tightly bound behind her with 
a strip of leather hide that was so tight she'd already lost all feeling in 
her hands. She recalled the many times she'd engaged in light bondage games, 
the hot, steaming heat she'd felt when bound, and marvelled that now she was 
experiencing the real thing, yet felt nothing but cold terror, pain and 
humiliation. 

Her breasts hung down heavily beneath her, bruised and aching from being 
squeezed, twisted, slapped and roughly fondled for so long. Her round bottom 
stuck up vulnerably and as the man sitting in front of her squeezed her 
hanging left breast, another man knelt behind her and forced her legs apart. 
She moaned into the cock stuffing her mouth as she felt her raw, aching 
pussy penetrated yet again. The man started fucking her with long casual 
strokes as the man in front slapped her head to remind her to work on him. 
She bobbed her head up and down, up and down, her lips pulled tightly around 
his cock shaft, her tongue working hard to bring him off as she sucked. 
Anything less than energetic work earned her a hard slap in the face or on 
the head or breast. He gripped her thick tangled hair in both hands and 
jerked her roughly up and down on his cock, his cock-knob rapping hard 
against the back of her mouth each time, making her gag repeatedly. 

The men were drunk and getting drunker as they sat and stood around guzzling 
the High Finance's expensive brandy and whisky. Their comments were loud and 
crude and obnoxious and Wendy was just as glad she couldn't understand them. 

Cum spurted up into her mouth and she swallowed quickly, her tongue slipping 
all around the man's cock as she cleaned him off and gulped down his juice. 
The man sighed in satisfaction and let go of her head. He shoved her back 
and stood up. 

The man behind her slid his hands under her chest and grabbed her breasts, 
hauling her upper body upright and back against him as he rutted mercilessly 
into her pussy-hole. Her breasts were painfully twisted, mashed and kneaded 
as he kissed her throat, biting and chewing at the nape of her neck. 

Another man sat down in front of her and she was jerked forward again, 
swallowing another cock as the man behind her began to fuck into her in 
earnest. His cock sliced back and forth as his hands encircled her waist and 
drew her back against his forward thrusts. It was all she could do to keep 
the cock in her mouth from sliding out. Then it did slide out and the man 
snarled and slapped her face hard, pulling her back down by the hair until 
his cock filled her mouth again. 

Her jaw ached from overuse. She'd lost track of the number of cocks she'd 
had to suck on and hardly had any strength left in her jaw and tongue. Her 
back ached, her crotch and inner thighs were rubbed raw, her pussy was a 
burning wound and she had a blazing headache. The man fucking her spent 
himself, dropping his load in her belly, then withdrew. Another man knelt 
behind her and another cock drove into her pink velvet tunnel. He humped 
furiously against her for almost two minutes before spewing his gunk into 
her sex. The man Wendy was sucking pulled her off him and shoved her back 
onto a pile of thick ropes on the deck. He fell forward atop her, between 
her instinctively spread legs, and drove his hot, wet cock down into her 
pussy. 

He grunted and growled as he rutted into her, lifting her legs and shoving 
them wide apart as he rutted into her hole. Her back and buttocks were being 
rubbed raw on the thick coarse rope as the man ground himself down into her. 

Her arms ached, pinned beneath her by both their weights. He shoved her legs 
further back, pounding his loins into her greasy, cum filled pussy with 
renewed force. Wendy's mind was a blurred daze. Her jaw hung open as she 
looked up blearily into the crazed eyes of the fisherman atop her. 

She saw no remorse, no regret, not a trace of sympathy in his lust filled 
eyes. If the man thought what he was doing was in any way wrong, no trace of 
that appeared on his face. He shoved down on her legs, bouncing her crotch 
up to meet his hard thrusting member. She grunted as it drove into her 
again, the cock-head boring a deep tunnel through her elasticised pussy 
tunnel. In and out, in and out, in and out it pumped, his hips moving like a 
jackhammer as he stabbed into her again and again, her body shook and 
vibrated there, her buttocks jiggling, her groin burning. 

She cried out, the sound an animal moan of mindless pain, as someone grasped 
a handful of her thick blonde hair and yanked her head off the carton. A man 
stood on the other side, sneering down at her, and as her glazed eyes looked 
upwards he thrust his cock into her open mouth, cursing at her and twisting 
her hair to force her to suck. Yet she could not. Wendy was too dazed from 
too many blows, from too much shock and pain. The previously spoiled and 
cosseted young woman hadn't the strength to cope with such cruelties visited 
upon her, and so her mind retreated, leaving her body largely alone. A harsh 
slap did little than draw a grunt, and so the man thrust himself forward, 
the rounded head of his cock forced past the back of her throat and down her 
gullet. 

Wendy's body heaved and writhed, but weakly, and instinctively protesting 
the blockage and discomfort in her throat. The man held her easily, 
thrusting the long length of his cock down her slender throat as the other 
pirates looked on and laughed in glee. On and on it went, for the poor 
teenager, as the boat rolled through the waves and made its unsteady way 
back to land. As each man finished another took his place, and her mind 
slipped into numbness, distancing itself from the pain and humiliation being 
visited upon her. And then something dark crept forth, something ancient, 
something amoral and animalistic, a creature of the distant past and her own 
darkest fantasies. And there, surrounded by leering, shouting, laughing men, 
treated like an animal creature of sex, her body began to slowly warm to its 
own abuse. 

Wendy's straining pussy skin grow warmer with the repeated fast stroking of 
the long thick yellow cock. A dark heat began to spread into her belly, then 
upwards through her body and out into her limbs. Her body, previously stiff, 
shocked and cringing from her fear, was now largely free of her mind's 
control, of the concerns of pride and inhibitions which governed her. It 
began to respond to the stimuli being inflicted upon it, as it was designed 
to do in the dawn of man, when the female was a wild and feral creature to 
be subdued and ridden roughly to produce succeeding generations. 

The warmth became heat, a heat that burned into her lower belly like a fiery 
white hot poker. She moaned dazedly, her body twisting from side to side. 
Her eyes fluttered as further confusion and twisted sensations of pleasure 
rippled through it. It was like a terrible yearning inside her lower belly, 
a yearning which more and more terrible. 

The glazed eyed girl began to gasp and pant around the cock thrusting into 
her mouth, the sensations oozing through the pores and along the veins of 
her body, setting her trembling and shaking. She had no real idea what was 
happening, knew only that she was being further tormented from some unknown 
agency, in some unknown manner. Her head dropped far back and she moaned 
long and low, a strange keen of mindless pleasure and exhaustion. Her eyes 
closed and her body jerked convulsively, even as the fisherman continued to 
pound their hard prongs into her. 

Her body flared with heat, the sensuous energy ripping through her like an 
electrical charge. She grunted mindlessly, jaw slack as the pirate before 
her thrust himself cruelly back and forth through her open lips. She 
couldn't breath, couldn't see, couldn't think. Her body was a bestial thing, 
a carnal instrument, a receptacle for hard driving cocks and hot, wet, salty 
white semen. She screamed soundlessly, a cry of ecstasy and protest, of 
wonder and confusion, her entire body shaking furiously from a blast wave of 
overheated sensory data. 

She stiffened as much as she could with her body crushed beneath the men's 
round use, then her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed into a 
semi-conscious delirium. 

It took more than a day for High Finance to reach a port. There the attack 
was reported to the local authorities, who sympathized and promised to try, 
but who were obviously overloaded and under-equipped to do anything. 

Crane had no intention of relying on a bunch of third world bozos to get his 
daughter back. He went to the American consulate and, by way of political 
connections, managed to see the consul general. He too offered sympathy, but 
no action. 

"You have to understand, Mr. Crane," the consul general said. "These waters 
are infested with pirates. Most of them are fishermen who use piracy as a 
kind of second income. They're utterly ruthless and leave few witnesses 
behind. There are thousands and thousands of little boats out there and 
knowing which are pirates is damned near impossible." 

"They must have some kind of base." 

"No. That's just it. They go out fishing from some nothing little village. 
Nobody knows what they do. They come back with fish. The things they steal 
are hidden or sold elsewhere before they even reach home. Unless they are 
actually caught with the loot, or in the process of robbing some boat, how 
can we tell they're pirates?" "Somebody must know them!" 

"I repeat, they aren't for the most part, organized. It's just a ship's 
crew, and they aren't going to talk, and if they do it's to some other 
villager who sure as hell isn't going to come in to us and rat on their 
friends." 

"What about my daughter?" Crane demanded. 

The Consul-general sighed and shook his head. "The most we can do is try and 
put it out to the underworld here that you'll be willing to pay a big ransom 
for her return. But even that isn't going to be much good since the people 
who took her are probably headed for some tiny village somewhere on the 
coast. Hell, they might not even be from this country." 

"You're saying I'm not going to get her back?" "Mr. Crane, I'm sorry. The 
brutal facts are that most female captives are raped at sea and then tossed 
over the side. These people are heartless. Remember the big Vietnamese boat 
lift? Whole little boats loaded with dozens of people were attacked and 
sunk. Girls as young as eight or nine were raped and then had their throats 
cut." Crane stared at him angrily and the man shrugged again. "The only 
hope, and a very very faint hope it is, is if they're from Thailand and 
bring her back there." 

"Why is that a hope?" Crane demanded. 

"Well, as I said, it's pretty faint, but... well... Thailand has a very 
active trade in young females. The entire country is a sewer for sexual 
slavery. It's possible that your daughter, being white and thus very 
valuable, might be sold to some dealer there. They're much more organized 
and would probably be willing to part with her for enough money. The slave 
traders, that is. I could put word out there for you, for them to keep an 
eye open for a blonde girl." Crane sat silently, shaking his head slowly in 
revulsion. "I warn you, sir." The Consul said, "these female captives are 
not treated well. If she is sold there, it will probably be to a brothel." 
"I don't believe this!" Crane snarled, jumping to his feet and staring 
furiously down at the man. "An American girl is forcibly taken off an 
American boat. You say she's going to be fucking well SOLD as some kind of 
sex slave. And there's nothing that can be done about it?!!" 

The man held up his hands helplessly. 

"What would you have us do, sir? If we knew where she was, we'd try very 
hard to get her back. We just have no way of knowing. The trade in slaves is 
too widespread and secretive." 

"You said they have a slave market." 

"Well, yes. Ostensibly the young people, and we're mostly talking about 
pre-teens and adolescent girls, are for work, not sex, but everyone knows 
differently. Your daughter wouldn't be at the open market though. Being 
white, they'd assume someone was looking for her and keep her sale more 
secretive." 

"Well I have a great deal of faith in the American dollar, Mister, even if 
not much in the American government. I'll find her and I'll find the fuckers 
who took her if it costs me a hundred million dollars to do it!" 

Crane stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him. Official 
channels were not going to get him anywhere. He'd have to find someone who 
knew his way around this part of the world, someone utterly ruthless. He 
went back to his hotel and placed along distance call to Washington, to a 
man who would know just where to find people like that. 

They were at sea for three days. Wendy was constantly raped, slapped, 
kicked, fondled, manhandled and abused. The pirates also expected her to 
cook and clean for them. And made their displeasure known at her lack of 
culinary abilities. 

But worse was when they were sated, and they had time on their hands, for 
they appeared to hate her, and took great delight in punishing her in order 
to satisfy that hatred. After the long night of rape Wendy was thrown into 
the bilge below decks, her ankles pulled back painfully so that her spine 
threatened to snap, bound tightly to her wrists. Six inches of filthy sludge 
rolled back and forth across her body as the little boat churned through the 
waves, and Wendy coughed and sputtered helplessly, her own tears often 
adding to the moisture. She was dragged above decks when no other traffic 
was nearby, and her wrists untied, then retied in front of her. 

Then she was thrown over the side by the laughing, snickering pirates, who 
watched in amusement as she was dragged through the waves behind the boat. 
The water buffeted her bruised body, as she twisted and turned like a fish 
on the end of the line, her head and shoulders barely above water - and then 
only before smashing into the next wave as the boat dragged her along. 

She was dragged back aboard, gasping, heaving, coughing, dripping wet, and 
frozen, to be swarmed again by the lust-filled men. Their hands mauled her 
body and then their cocks drove into her pussy, mouth and anus. For two 
hours she was raped, then as their lust was satisfied one of the men gripped 
her still damp hair and bound it in a loose braid at the top of her head. 

As the others looked on, he bound a strong cord to it, then said something 
which drew gales of laughter. 

Wendy was shoved back against the ship's mast, her hands rebound behind her 
back - and then lifted. 

The pain as her hair was pulled jarred her somewhat out of her numbness, 
just as the "swim" had, and she sobbed and cried out, begging them to stop 
as needles of pain dug into her scalp. The needles became spikes and 
daggers, and then she shrieked as the cord lifted her off her toes to dangle 
there in mid-air. The man laughed and pointed, apparently much amused, but 
Wendy could feel only the agony in her scalp. The boat continued to plough 
through the waves, and she began to swing from side to side. As she swung 
she was pulled higher, the pirates pulling on the stout cord to lift her 
several feet, then a dozen, then twenty feet into the air. 

A nightmare of pain gripped her as she swung wildly, now far out over the 
water, now back over the boat and far over the other side. She spun in 
circles, gagging and coughing, and only its completely empty state prevented 
her belly from turning over. 

She grunted in pain as her body slammed into the mast, the wind knocked out 
of her, then swung back out over the water again. Again she slammed into the 
mast, then swirled and twisted back out over the other side. 

She had no conception or measure of time, barely conscious now, even of the 
pain tearing at her scalp. She was aware only vaguely of being lowered back 
to the deck, of the flood of relief as the pressure was removed from her 
hair. Then she was hoisted upwards once more, this time by one ankle. 

And there she spent the night, swinging back and forth. The next morning she 
was lowered to the deck to be gang raped once more, on all fours, an 
insensible animal barely alive. Then she was thrown into the bilge again to 
spend the daylight hours. Buckets of cold sea water were thrown over her, 
but she barely noticed. Rough hands twisted and turned her, rough rags 
scrubbing the worst of the filth from her body. Slaps and cuffs and yanks on 
her hair raised the girl who had once been Wendy to her feet, and a rope 
around her throat was pulled tight as she was half dragged, half carried up 
onto the deck. 

Mindless, the dripping white girl was led down the narrow plank and onto the 
narrow wooden dock. The naked girl caused no little interest as the men, 
arms laden with booty, moved through the almost entirely male assembly. She 
was numbed to feel anything so common as embarrassment as she was pulled 
through the men. Hands grabbed at her bottom and breasts as she passed but 
she barely noticed them. She was not the only woman. Here and there were 
other females, mostly even younger than her. Most of them were also naked, 
or barely dressed. Not far away, a string of a half dozen pretty young 
Vietnamese girls were held together by ropes around their throats. They were 
all naked and had all been well raped before being brought here. 

This place was not on any map, and indeed, did not exist except for short 
periods of time. It moved every few days, but it's clientele always knew how 
to find it. For this was where their booty could be sold for cash. 

For the most part the booty was cheap Asian goods and pretty Asian girls. 
Few of the pirates were daring enough to hit a western boat. A year back one 
boat had actually hit an ocean going freighter and robbed it though. 

That was one of the few exceptions. Mostly they preyed on other fishermen 
and the helpless refugees dared the oceans and seas to escape tyranny or 
poverty. There weren't as many of the refugees as there once was, but there 
were still enough to turn a profit in the flourishing Thai flesh trade. 

Wendy was hauled along behind the jovial men until they arrived at a small 
hut. There the leader of the pirates met with a well dressed, pot-bellied 
man and the two talked, both turning to look at her often, both gesturing in 
her direction. 

The pot-bellied man and the pirate were both gesticulating as they yelled at 
each other. Then the argument abruptly ceased and the pot-bellied man handed 
the pirate a small wad of bills. The pirate shoved Wendy forward and then 
turned with a grunt, walking away. The rest of the pirates followed and the 
pot-bellied man pulled on the rope around Wendy's throat, jerking her into 
the hut. She fell down in the dirt and stayed there, her head bowed as she 
fought to keep her eyes from closing. She had had no sleep, of course, since 
her capture. 

There were other girls in the hut. Three of them. They were Asians of some 
kind. She didn't know or care where from. She ignored them and they ignored 
her, each of them too wrapped up in misery and exhaustion. 

They were there the rest of the afternoon. Wendy fell asleep almost 
immediately. When she was roughly shaken awake, she saw that two more girls 
were in the hut, both Asians in their mid-teens. All six of them were hauled 
to their feet and shoved and slapped until they left the hut. 

The sun was starting to set as the six were led to the shore and put on a 
small fishing boat. They were shoved through a narrow hatch and down into 
the belly of the boat, then the top was slammed shut, leaving them in foul 
smelling, pitch black hold. The boat left shore, rocking unstably in the 
waves as it groaned along. Time passed, though it had no meaning for the 
girls in the hold. Eventually they fell asleep, one by one. 

The light woke them, that and the voices cursing and yelling at them. They 
roused and stumbled to their feet, moving quickly as their captors prodded 
them with sharp sticks. They climbed up the steep stairwell, not an easy 
task with their hands bound behind them. The boat had docked. There were no 
lights as the girls were led up the gangway and onto the dock. There was a 
panel truck there and they were ushered inside. Then the doors were slammed 
and they were left in the darkness once again. 

The truck bounced worse than the boat had, the roads hereabouts being in 
less than perfect condition. They rode for an hour before stopping. Then the 
doors were opened and they were led off and into a building. None of them 
got a look at the outside as they hurried down a cold stone stairwell. At 
the bottom was another corridor, then a turn and a series of cell-like 
rooms. Each girl was thrust into a separate room, and bowls of rice and 
water were placed on the dirt floor. Wendy stared dull-eyed at both, then 
bent forward, moaning and whimpering in pain, and began to slurp at the 
rice, licking it out with her tongue and gulping it down desperately. When 
it was all gone she licked at the bowl, then turned her attention to the 
water, lapping and slurping that up as well. When she had finished she lay 
back and fell almost instantly asleep. 

Crane flew to Thailand the next morning, then checked into the Chez Bangkok 
and waited impatiently in his room for the man he'd been told would come and 
see him. According to the people he'd spoken to, Thailand had no lack of 
people willing to do anything for a buck. The place was a dumping ground 
for, among others, ex Vietnam war vets who couldn't or wouldn't go home. 

There was a knock on the door and he nodded to Jasper, one of the servants, 
who moved to it and opened it. The man there was hardly the normal type of 
visitor to Alfred Crane's illustrious company, nevertheless, Jasper let him 
in. 

Crane looked up at him appraisingly. The man was in his late forties. He was 
wearing a very poorly made sports jacket over faded, torn jeans. He was tall 
and thin, with too-long blonde hair and a day's growth of beard. His eyes 
though, were cold and intelligent as he instantly fixed them on Crane. He 
moved forward and sat down on the thick, plush chair facing Crane. 

"You're Jefferson?" Crane asked. 

"Yeah." 

"You know what I want?" 

"Somebody's got your kid and you want her back." 

"Yes." 

"Not gonna be easy." 

"I'll pay whatever you ask." 

Jefferson looked offended. 

"You'll pay through the nose, but that ain't got nothin' to do with whether 
I find this kid alive or not. There's a whole hell of a lot of places she 
could be right now, including the bottom of the ocean, which, you'll excuse 
me for sayin' it, is the most likely by far." "But if she's alive..." 

"Then she's most likely in Thailand somewhere. There's a good market for 
white flesh here. Most of them are imported from overseas, whores for the 
most part, sold by their owners in the states or Australia, but nobody here 
is gonna quibble about how someone came to own a tight white gash." 

"What?" 

"Nobody gives a shit whether she's here willingly. There's more whores 
per-capita in Bangkok than anyplace in the world." "My daughter is not a 
whore!" Crane steamed. "She is now. If she's alive, she's alive as a whore. 
She ain't got no choice in the matter. I don't care if she's a convent 
school virgin, she's gonna be a whore now." 

"A woman who is raped is not a whore!" Crane snapped. "Raped? Shit..." 
Jefferson smiled tiredly and shook his head. "You don't know how things work 
here, do you? Listen up, Crane, to these people she's just a piece of 
merchandise. You know how they keep themselves stockpiled in girl meat here? 
They mostly buy it, though sometimes they steal it, usually when the girls 
are eight or younger. These kids are brought up as whores and are as much 
slaves as niggers in the old Louisiana plantation." 

"Wendy was not brought up as a whore." 

"Don't matter a damned. They take girls allatime. Sometimes it's just that 
some slaver will run across some particularly good looking girl. Sometimes 
some guy's enemy will grab his daughter and sell her. Then there's the 
Vietnamese. They're just grabbed off the boats and sold as is." 

"Why is this allowed to continue?" 

"Hell, this is a corrupt country, Crane. Besides which, girls just aren't 
considered very important over here. That's why their parents are willing to 
sell them for the equivalent of a few dollars. "The girls who are taken 
against their parents will... well, there's a very strict moral code here. 
If you're not a virgin, you might as well forget life, at least for an 
unmarried girl. All the slavers need to do is rape a girl. 

"Once that's done, they can't return home because they're unclean. They'd 
never find a husband if they did. Nobody would marry them, and their parents 
would probably run them off or kill them. " "That's ludicrous!" 

"Yeah, I know. That's the way the rural folk and Vietnamese think though. As 
for the city girls, they're not much better off. The slavers put them 
through the mill for a few nights and then keep them chained up. That's 
what's gonna happen to your kid." "What does "through the mill" mean?" 

Jefferson shrugged. 

"It means that they get gang-raped for a while until their spirit's broke. 
After that they'll do as they're told. If not, there are more painful 
measures." 

 THREE 

Wendy wasn't allowed to sleep for long. Her captors didn't want her to be 
particularly alert as they began her training. She was hauled out of her 
cell after a few hours of exhausted sleep and then dragged down the hall to 
a small room where several small oriental women waited. 

She looked around numbly as the man who'd brought her handed her over to the 
women. They were all about twenty and giggled as they looked at Wendy, 
chatting to each other in their high-pitched voices. They encircled her, 
cooing and clucking sympathetically as they unbound her hands at last. 

The returning circulation caused her to sob with pain as she was led across 
the room to a large tank, not unlike a crude bathtub. It was filled with 
water and the girls pushed and pulled her until she stepped gingerly into 
it. 

The water was warm and she sat down, grateful to have a chance to wash off 
some of the smell she'd gotten in the last few days. She sat down slowly, 
letting the water creep up over her hips and engulf her to the belly button, 
wincing as her many cuts stung. The girls had been wearing small slip-like 
garments, but they stripped naked now, appearing not the least shy or 
worried about it, even in front of the man, who stood with his back against 
the door, watching interestedly. 

One of them pulled Wendy's head back and then poured some soapy smelling 
liquid into it. The other two knelt on either side of the steel "tub" and 
began to pour more soapy stuff on her chest. Their small yellow hands began 
to rub away at her chest, smearing the soap around and around. 

Wendy winced in pain as the soap made her many cuts sting even more. The 
girls continued to chat merrily to each other, now and then directing some 
comment or other at an uncomprehending Wendy. She didn't understand and 
didn't care. She was too content at getting a bath to care about anything 
else. She had always liked baths. The girl behind her pressed her forward 
then, bending her far forward until her face was underwater and her soapy 
hair was rinsed clean. Then she was hauled back again for a second wash. 
Meanwhile the other two continued their giggling, pulled her feet high out 
of the tub and washed them and her legs almost to her crotch. 

They'd found some sponges and were using those to rinse the soap off. The 
girl behind her shoved her head forward again, and again her hair was rinsed 
out. Then they pulled at her arms until she stood up in the tub. They 
murmured and cooed until she spread her legs apart and then they began 
rubbing at her legs and inner thighs. 

The girl behind her was scrubbing her back and going down to rub soap into 
her buttocks and in between her legs. Her little hand slid right underneath 
Wendy, her soapy fingers sliding in and out between Wendy's pussy lips. 

Again she winced in pain, for her pussy was the rawest part of her, having 
been scoured raw by her multiple rapings. Yet she did not even think to 
resist. The absence of punishment was all she sought, and obedience was the 
most direct route. 

There was a low sort of table at the foot of the tub and when the girls had 
finished soaping her and rinsing her off, they chatted and cackled at her, 
pulling at her arms again until she leaned forward on her knees and bent 
herself across the table. 

She was still in the tub and her bottom was sticking up in the air as the 
girls spread her legs apart. Then she felt something at her pussy. It felt 
like rubber or plastic. 

She turned to watch incuriously as a long, thin tube was pushed gently into 
her pussy tunnel. She felt it slide deep up inside her. Once it would go no 
further, the girl turned a knob and she felt the flow of warm liquid as it 
moved into her pussy. She held still, glad to be free of new pain, though 
confused about what was going on. She didn't like the hose in her pussy, but 
didn't put up any resistance. The girls easily held her down. The flow of 
liquid continued and grew greater, the liquid flooding down into her and 
then bubbling back out of her pussy around the hose. 

 The girl slid the hose in and out a little, twisting it around inside her. 
Whatever the liquid was, was very slippery. Wendy could feel her pussy all 
slimy and oily from it. The girl behind her slid the hose back out of her 
and then knelt down in the tube behind her. Wendy felt her fingers at her 
pussy, felt a finger wiggling easily into her pussy tunnel through a coating 
of oily, perhaps soapy liquid. The finger pumped in and out of her easily, 
not in a sexual manner at all, more in a purposeful way. 

A second, then a third, then a fourth finger joined the first, the girl 
kneeling Wendy's legs further apart. One of the other girls that stood 
beside the tub knelt and pulled Wendy's right leg over so she was more open. 
Wendy grunted as she felt the pressure against her pussy lips increase. 

They were pulled further and further apart by something large seeking to 
enter her. She tried to jerk away but the two girls held her tightly, cooing 
and patting her head as the third pushed against her tight opening. 

It was her hand, Wendy realized. She was trying to fit her whole hand into 
Wendy's pussy. Wendy accepted the knowledge without fear or alarm, or even 
the kind of wonder she might once have felt. The little hand pushed harder, 
sliding through her pussy lips bit by bit until the widest part with her 
heel and thumb, slid through and then the hand narrowed, allowing the 
outraged, stretched out pussy lips to close slightly. 

Wendy felt the girl's wrist inside her pussy entrance. Felt her pussy-lips 
gripping tightly around the small wrist as the girl's hand slid around in a 
slow circle inside her, twisting completely around, then back again. The 
girl twisted her hand back and forth inside Wendy, her fingers still bunched 
together in the tight sheath of her pussy tunnel. 

Then she slid her fingers into her heel one by one until her hand was a 
tight little fist, a hard bony ball inside her, the knuckles digging 
indentations in the malleable pussy walls. The girl slid her hand in deeper 
then, shoving her fist deep into Wendy's belly as the other two held her 
down. 

The girl's fist reached the deepest pit of Wendy's cunt-hole and her 
knuckles were pressed tightly against Wendy's cervix. The girl began 
twisting her hand around then, twisting it fully around one way, then back 
the other, then the other way. 

Wendy had the odd notion of the girl cleaning out an old coffee cup, shoving 
her hand inside and rubbing all around. The hand kept twisting back and 
forth, then finally stopped. Then it began to slide out - but only about six 
inches before sliding back in. 

The girl gave her a sly leer then as she began to slowly work her fist in 
and out of Wendy's pussy as though she were matter-of-factly cleaning her 
out. Her fist slid back and forth, back and forth, making slow twisting 
motions as it moved. 

Then the girl's other hand reached under Wendy's slit and began to rub 
against her clitty. THIS was not a casual thing. The little fingers deftly 
manipulated the confused, tired girl's clitoris as she pumped her fist in 
and out of the tightly stretched pussy. Bereft of inhibitions and in the 
first comfort it had felt in days, Wendy's insides began to turn to mush. 
She closed her eyes slowly as the pleasure mounted in her belly and gave off 
soft whimpers of joy. The girl expertly worked the fist in and out of Wendy 
now, her movements steady and slow, her fist sliding deeply into the blonde 
girl's pussy-tunnel, then sliding all the way out until her fist started to 
force the pussy-lips open further. 

Her fingers alternated between a deft caressing of Wendy's clit, grinding it 
between her knuckles or nails, and simply pressing the clit against her 
wrist and forearm as she pumped her hand back and forth. Wendy groaned into 
the table top as her entire belly grew warm and charged with excitement. 
"Ahhhhhhhh..." she gasped. "Ooooohhhhh!" 

Her breathing was coming in hurried pants and gasps. 

"Uhhnnnngg!! Ghhhhohhhddddd!" she panted. She turned to look through bleary 
eyes as the girl thrust her fist deep, and saw she had almost her entire 
forearm up within Wendy's body. Wendy trembled, dark lust seeping through 
her tired mind, then turned her head about to see the man staring at her 
with cold eyes, as if evaluating his recent purchase. 

The girl increased the force of her pumping motions, her fist pistoning back 
and forth in Wendy's small pussy tunnel, grinding and mashing her tender 
flesh and hammering against her cervix. Her breath snorted out through her 
flared nostrils as her mouth opened wide and her eyes shut tightly. 
Instinctively, her body began to thrust her sex backwards, pushing back 
against the pumping fist. She began to jerk and shake and tremble madly, her 
body going into convulsions as the hard little fist inside her burned it's 
way into her belly. 

"NNGHH! NNNG! UUUUUHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!!!!" she grunted, her 
body straining furiously, her head lashing from side to side and then 
banging down against the table. Her loins thrust back feverishly as her 
clitty sparkled and spat like a live electrical wire. Her vision clouded and 
her eyes rolled back in her head. She was aware of nothing outside herself, 
only the pounding of her heart, the roaring of her blood and beyond it the 
faint sound of the two Asian girls giggling in amusement as her body twisted 
and shook and trembled in the throes of orgiastic ecstasy. 

Then she collapsed, her eyes small slits, her mouth drooling onto the table 
top. The two girls were still giggling merrily. One of them patted her head 
as the other, the one behind her, slowly withdrew her hand from Wendy's 
pussy. Wendy groaned as the hand slowly pulled free. It was like giving 
birth as it spread her tortured pubic-lips even wider than they now were 
before slipping free. Then her pussy and groin were washed off once more and 
she was allowed to sit back in the tub again. They washed her once more, 
then helped her stand shakily erect. 

None of the three came past her shoulders but they were all far stronger 
than her, now anyway. She was as weak as a puppy as they helped her out of 
the tub and across to a chair. She thumped down on it as they dried her off 
and then began working on her hair. One produced a blow-dryer and began to 
send hot air shooting through her long, soaking tresses as she brushed them 
out. Exhausted and bewildered, Wendy was glad for something familiar, 
visions of her time at the sleek beauty salons of Europe appearing from 
nowhere. They manicured and pedicured her nails, which she was glad of since 
she hadn't had them done since leaving home, then spread sweet smelling oils 
on her body, making her sigh as she lay there barely awake. 

Jackie Jefferson, or JJ as his friends knew him, moved easily through the 
streets of Bangkok. He'd spent a lifetime in Southeast Asia, starting with 
Vietnam, going through Cambodia and finishing up in Thailand. He'd met few 
men he liked and few women he didn't. He was a strange man to be trying to 
free a female whore who was probably in the grip of one of the brothels. In 
fact, when he wasn't working, which was usual, he could normally be found in 
one of Bangkok's seamier bars or nightclubs, and had seldom gone a day 
without a sleek, thin, sexy young girl in his bed, most of them bought and 
paid for. 

And why not? Whores were cheap in Thailand. As long as you know who and what 
to ask for, and didn't act like a damned tourist, you could usually get em' 
for a couple of bucks. White girls, of course, cost extra. Still, he knew 
more than a couple of guys who could supply them on demand. 

First he recruited some help. He picked up Mickey Jorgenson and Danny Sims 
at the Ball-Buster bar, then he began making the rounds of his favourite 
brothels and whorehouses, looking for a new white girl for sale. He didn't 
figure it'd be too difficult. After all, the old man wanted her back. The 
people who had her wanted money. Shouldn't be too difficult to arrange a 
trade. 

He carried his old Army colt under his left arm. He'd had to pay for it when 
he reported it stolen years ago, but hadn't wanted to part with it. He 
considered it a kind of talisman. After all, he'd killed over twenty-five 
gooks with it. That had been when he'd been a tunnel rat in 'nam. 

Mickey Jorgenson was a knife man. He had a wicked switchblade in his pocket, 
two short throwing knives he kept up his sleeves, and a foot long army 
commando knife on the back of his belt. Mickey was nuts, in JJ's opinion, 
and in a lot of other people's minds too. In a way, that made him worth 
having around. Nobody wanted to fuck with him. 

Danny Sims didn't carry any weapons, but then he didn't need any. He was 
another nut, as far as JJ was concerned, a real gung-ho Kung-Fu nut. He 
could bust heads with a single blow. Of course being seven feet tall helped 
in that regard. He was another intimidating looking soul. 

When the three of them went around asking questions, few people wanted to 
get them mad. Answers were easy in coming, but not very helpful. Nobody had 
heard about a new white girl on the block. But then, the auction wasn't for 
a couple of days. After that, the new girl should appear in one of the 
higher class brothels. Wendy's hands were tightly bound in front of her in 
large metal shackles. She shuffled along, the tallest, fairest skinned girl 
in along line of naked, cuffed, shuffling females. The girls were being 
herded slowly down a long narrow corridor. At the end, when she finally 
reached it, her hands were raised above her head. There was a bar there and 
hanging from the bar was a sharp hook, like a meat hook. The chain holding 
her wrists together was slid across the hook, even though it required the 
men there to lift her off her feet. She grunted in pain as the metal cuffs 
dug into her flesh, but did not protest. Not only did she not speak their 
language, but she had learned how little use and how much pain came from 
protesting anything. She hung there unmoving, her lean, slender frame 
stretched out by gravity. 

Her head was pushed forward between her arms and she had difficult looking 
in any direction but down. Then the man standing there pushed her forward. 
The hook slid along the bar and around a corner, then downward into a noise 
and smoke filled room. The bar arched downward so she slid down it into the 
midst of a crowd of men. She didn't stop until her body thumped into the 
naked body of another girl in front of her. She blinked her eyes against the 
harsh, bright light that lit up her naked white body. There were a lot of 
men moving around in front of and behind her but she could only make out 
forms as her eyes narrowed to slits. She was pushed along further, the bar 
moving deeper into the room and then curving around against a wall. 

Now she hung unmoving, only a few inches away from the girl in front of her. 
One by one the girls were turned on their hook until they faced the men, who 
stared them up and down impartially and unemotionally. Some made notes in 
little books, others talked together, now and then motioning at one or 
another girl. Another naked girl slid into place on her other side and was 
turned around, her dull eyes looking out at the crowd of men. A man moved 
closer to Wendy and pinched her jaws, forcing them open. He looked into her 
mouth as if he were inspecting a horse, then nodded and moved away. 

There was a loud voice, one coming over a loudspeaker, it was constantly 
talking, talking fast. Wendy couldn't see where it came from at first. 
Slowly, she was moved along on the row of girls until she found herself 
hanging in an even brighter light, looking out on a row of yellow faces. 

The man who was doing the talking was standing next to her now. He talked to 
the watchers, motioning constantly at Wendy. He slid his hand up and down 
her belly as he talked, then cupped her right breast, squeezing it lightly. 
His hand slid between her legs and cupped her pussy. 

Then men in the crowd began shouting back at him, short, one syllable words 
that Wendy knew must be bids. She was being auctioned off, she realized, 
astonished at the very thought finally piercing the veil of numbness which 
had lain across her mind for days. Rape she'd thought about, what girl 
hadn't? Being sold at some kind of auction though, had never entered the 
dimmest reaches of her imagination. 

"Look at all this fuckin' pussy," Sims grinned, shaking his head. 

"Just keep your eyes open for the blonde bitch," JJ said. 

"Yeah, yeah. It'd be hard to miss her," Sims replied. "All white chicks look 
the same to me," Mickey said, his black skin glinting in the reflection from 
the overhead lights. "There ain't gonna be many white girls here," JJ said. 

"Whatever." 

"Lookit that little bitch there," Sims said, pointing at a young teenage 
girl with huge breasts hanging from the rail. "You always were a tit man," 
Mickey said. 

"Fuckin A, man." 

"Look for a blonde while you're up there," JJ said. 

"You makin' fun of my height again?" Sims growled. 

"Yeah." 

"Fuck you, man." 

"And you too. Just keep your eyes open." 

"I don't see her." 

A new batch of girls started sliding down the rail then and the three of 
them watched carefully. All were orientals. 

"I'm gettin' a boner," Sims said. 

"Keep it in your pants for Christ's sake." 

"You white boys," Mickey sighed, shaking his head. 

"Shit, I oughto buy one of these." Sims grinned. 

"For what? You can fuck any of em' you want for a couple of bucks." 

"Yeah, that's true. Wouldn't want to disappoint the rest of them." They 
stood around in the crowd for more than an hour, watching the stream of girl 
flesh moving past. Finally Wendy appeared. JJ spotted her first and nudged 
Sims, who turned his gaze away from the big breasted girl then being sold. 

"Hey, man! That's fine stuff!" he sighed. 

"Yeah, bring a nice price," Mickey agreed. 

"Wouldn't mind buying that myself," Sims said. 

"She's white, asshole. She'd cost a fortune." 

"So? Imagine owning a white girl." 

"I do, all the time," Mickey smirked. 

"Fuck you, coon." 

"Eat me, pin-dick." 

"You two fuck-heads shut up," JJ glared. 

They followed her progress around the room until she came up to the 
auctioneer. 

"See here this young white girl," the man said, sliding his handover her 
belly. "See her fine smooth skin? See how it shines? No blemishes at all. 
She was raised in a fine family overseas. She has no family in Asia and no 
known relatives... " "Lying little fuck," JJ muttered. 

"Almost a virgin, only fourteen years old with a clean, tight love-hole and 
good solid breasts," the man lied. He tweaked her nipples then and stood 
away. 

"What am I bid for her?" 

Bids started coming from several areas of the floor, all from the richer 
merchants. JJ moved into position to top the highest bid. This, he thought 
to himself, could be the easiest money I ever made. Then a tall, bald headed 
Thai man wearing a five thousand dollar suit pushed his way to the front of 
the crowd. He was surrounded by a dozen men in sunglasses, all of them with 
bulges under their armpits. "Twenty-five thousand Baht," he said, his voice 
a low growl. Instantly all other bids stopped. The auctioneer didn't 
hesitate at all. 

"Sold to... uh, this gentleman, for twenty-five thousand Baht," he said, his 
voice disappointed though eager. 

"Oh piss," JJ said. 

"Outbid him. That's only a thousand bucks," Sims said. 

"Are you nuts, tall boy?" Mickey hissed. 

"That's General Ho. We'd never get out of here alive if we outbid him." 

JJ sighed. They watched as the girl was handed down to one of the General's 
aides. She was walked out among the crowd, one of the General's men on 
either side, holding an arm. The three of them followed at a distance, 
watching as the girl was placed, still naked and cuffed, into the back of 
the General's limousine. Then the big black car slid out through the open 
garage door, followed by three others filled with bodyguards. "So that was 
Ho," Sims said. 

"He's got balls coming to Bangkok like this." 

"And the little white girl's gonna feel em'." Mickey snickered. "Fuck off, 
you moron," JJ snapped. "Shit! This would have been so fuckin' easy if he 
hadn't showed up." 

"What we do now?" 

"I dunno. I ain't goin after that fucker unless we get more money, though." 

"The Thai government's got a half million Baht reward on his head and he's 
still walking around," Mickey replied. 

"The Thai government is a bunch of crooked assholes. I think we can take 
him." 

"Maybe," Mickey said, dubiously. "Better not wait long. Once he gets back 
into the jungle he's got an army to protect him." "I know. I know." 

Wendy sat with her hands in her lap, looking down. The car moved smoothly 
and quietly along through the packed streets. It was all so incredible. It 
was as if this were some kind of everyday happening, as if this went on 
everywhere. 

She gasped as her hair was pulled and her head jerked up and back. The big 
man beside her stared into her face, his own face a sneering mask of 
contempt. He held her fluffy blonde hair with his left hand, then slid his 
right up and down across her rounded breasts, then shoved it down between 
her legs and stabbed two fingers into her pussy. 

She grunted and strained against him, her legs opening as his fist ground 
between her thighs. His fingers dug into her pussy flesh and thrust far up 
inside her, then wiggled around inside her belly fora moment before 
withdrawing. He let her hair go and sniffed in disdain. Wendy sat there, 
looking down again. Her hair and pussy hurt but she didn't dare move to ease 
the pain. The car moved along for long minutes, then turned in at a driveway 
and went through a tall gate and in among trees and gardens before stopping 
before a large, comfortable house. 

The man got out and slammed the door behind him. The car then drove around 
behind the house and the door opened again. A man bent and peered in, then 
motioned her out. She slid across and got out of the car, then was led 
indoors. 

She moved along a deserted hallway, then stopped. The man touched something 
at the wall and a section of wall slid away, revealing a stairwell leading 
down. He inclined his head with a sharp jerk and she started down. The 
stairs were all stone and were cold on her bare feet as she padded down the 
dimly lit, narrow staircase. After about fifty stairs they finally reached 
bottom. The man pushed her along an expensively furnished corridor. There 
were beautiful paintings and antique chairs lining the oak walls. He led her 
to a doorway, opened it, and shoved her inside. 

The door closed behind her and she saw she was in a small cell. The walls 
were stone, not fancy oak. There was a small cot with a thin blanket. There 
was a hole in the corner which smelled badly. There were rounded metal rings 
set into the walls at various places, at the head of the bed, up high on one 
wall, in the corner by the hole. 

She sat down on the cot and stared at the wall. 

"How much money do you want then?" Crane demanded. "Look Crane, I ain't 
trying to hold you up. This guy is a big time drug lord. He's got thousands 
of soldiers in the jungle. We're gonna have to take a hell of a risk to get 
her away from him." "I'll give you a million dollars." 

JJ blinked in surprise. 

"How much?" 

"You heard me. A million dollars when my daughter is returned home." 

"For that I'd steal Ho's own daughter." 

"And I want you to find the bastards that attacked my ship and kill them." 

"What for? Oh, well, all right. I can subcontract that if you don't mind." 

"I don't give a shit who does it, I just want them dead." 

"Shouldn't be too hard." 

"How long will it take you to get my daughter back?" "This week or never. Ho 
is supposed to be a real fuckin' sadist. If half what they say about him is 
right she won't live more than a week." 

"I want this Ho fucker dead too." 

"Whoa. That's gonna be hard. The Thai government's had a contract on his 
head for years." 

"I'm not the fucking Thai government." 

"Okay, okay. I'll see who I can find. There's a few Vietnam nuts still 
around. It'll cost you, though." 

"I don't care about money. I want that fucker." 

"You got it man." 

 FOUR 

Wendy sat on the cot for a while, then she lay down for another while. 
Everything was silent around her save for the sound of machinery far away. 
The hours passed and she fell into a tired fitful sleep. 

She jerked upright suddenly, wondering what had woken her. Then she heard it 
again, a long terrible scream of agony. She shuddered at the sound of it, 
hugging herself as she listened in fear. There was another horrible scream, 
then another even louder, suddenly cut off in the middle. 

Her eyes were wide as she stared at the door. Minutes passed, then there was 
the sound of a bolt turning. The door opened and a blank faced oriental man 
came in. He looked at her, then jerked his head towards the door. She looked 
back at him in terror and didn't move. He frowned at her, then moved in 
further. He gripped her arm and hauled her to her feet, then shoved her 
towards the door. He half pushed, half pulled her along the corridor until 
they stopped at a set of double doors. He knocked but there was no answer so 
he pushed one of the doors open and shoved Wendy through. The room was empty 
but for the two of them. Wendy gazed around her in growing fear as the man 
undid her handcuffs and then led her across to a counter. There were thick 
leather and steel bands on the counter. Each had a small metal ring sticking 
out from one side and a lock on the other. 

He began to place them around Wendy's wrists and ankles, carefully locking 
each into place and then tugging on the ring to make sure they were set 
firmly. Wendy looked around the room at the various strangely shaped 
articles there. It looked like a medieval torture chamber, except for all 
the electronic devices. 

There were chains, handcuffs hanging from the ceiling, long tables with 
restraining devices, ropes and pulleys and whips. The entire wall held wide 
metal rings set at various places, and in the middle of the room was a metal 
table. The table was about six feet long and three feet wide. It had 
restraining cuffs at the corners and several metal arms that moved and bent. 
There was a deep gutter set along the edges and red liquid lined the bottom. 

Her wrists and ankles were now tightly encased in the leather bonds and the 
man led her to the other side of the room where all the rings lined the 
wall. He pushed her back up against the wall and spread her arms and legs 
wide. Her wrists were snapped into rings high above her head, and her ankles 
snapped into rings near the floor. She was held in a straining X shape, 
unable to move even an inch. The man nodded, his expression dour, then moved 
across the room and went out, closing the door behind him. She stood there 
for long minutes, shivering in the air-conditioned cool, her back even 
colder against the stone. 

Then the door opened again. Another man came in. She recognized him as the 
big man from the car. He wasn't wearing a suit now. He wore a leather, well, 
Wendy didn't know what the hell it was. It was like a G-string, all black 
and shiny. 

But it didn't cover his cock, instead his cock stuck out through the thing, 
pointing menacingly up at her. It seemed to be very tight as it hugged his 
shaft near his balls and she surmised that it helped keep his cock hard. 

His fat belly jiggled as he walked over and stood before her. His eyes slid 
up and down her body and he nodded with a slight smile. She looked back up 
at him fearfully. 

"American?" he said. 

"You... you speak English?" 

Her eyes widened in surprise at the familiar words. 

"Oh yes. I speak English." He smiled. 

"W-Will you... let me go?" she whispered. 

He smirked. "You will be... free eventually." 

"My father is rich. He'll give you a lot of money." 

"I have more money than I can spend," he said. 

"What are you going to do with me?" 

He smiled again. 

"Can't you guess?" 

"You... you're going to rape me?" 

"I am going to kill you," he said simply. 

Her eyes widened in shock. 

"Creatively of course, slowly, leisurely, painfully, until you beg for 
death, until that pretty white body of yours is a bloody ruin." She gaped at 
him, unable to comprehend. At first she thought he must be joking, a cruel 
sort of joke, but still a joke, but the look in his eyes told her he was 
telling the truth. 

"B... but why?" she whispered. 

"Because it amuses me," he said as he smiled. "I get so few amusements these 
days." 

His hand came up and he fondled her breast casually. "I will be slow. I 
think I shall save the worst for a while yet. It will destroy your beauty." 

He smiled again, his smile that of a madman. "Still, there are many things I 
can do that will not detract from your loveliness." He moved away then and 
went over to a counter. There he picked up a thick black metal rod about a 
foot and a half long. He moved back in front of her as Wendy stared at the 
thing in fear. It didn't look sharp, but it seemed to buzz somehow. 

"You will sing for me, my dear," he said with a cruel smile. Wendy's eyes 
were glued to the tip of the slim metal rod as the man moved it towards her 
goose-bump covered flesh. He pressed the end into her right armpit and she 
felt it's coldness against her skin. She looked at him uncomprehendingly, 
then a flashing hot pain stabbed her in the armpit. It tore into her chest 
with horrible, overwhelming force, knocking her brain out of order with it's 
awful agony. She cried out in startled shock, then agony, her body torn and 
whipped by furious rippling pain. 

"Louder my dear," the man said, pulling the rod away and then touching it to 
her right nipple. Her nipple screamed and burned, pain searing into her 
breast, then into her chest. 

Her body writhed and thrashed there against the wall, her buttocks slapping 
and grinding against the cold stone, her head twisting and flailing from 
side to side. Her scream was a high, warbling howl as her body erupted in 
convulsions that threatened to tear her apart. He pulled the rod away and 
the pain almost instantly eased, then disappeared but for a hot burning in 
her nipple. Her body stopped its frantic thrashing and hung still, her chest 
rising and falling quickly as she panted and gasped for breath. 

"Such a sweet voice," he sighed, then touched the rod to her left nipple. 

Again pain slammed into her like she'd hit a brick wall. Her body shook 
violently as her voice gave cry to her agony. She shrieked and howled 
against the firestorm of pain whipping through her. Her head slammed back 
against the wall over and over, almost knocking her senseless. Her vision 
coloured over and she felt her heart giving a lurch. Then the rod was pulled 
back and she hung there slackly again, staring down at the floor. 

"Very nice. Very nice indeed... for a start. Let's see what else you can 
do." 

She didn't even look at him, but then felt the rod push against her pussy. 
She had only enough time for her mind to cry out in denial before the pain 
shot into her. Again her body shook furiously, her limbs contorting against 
their bindings, her head jerking from side to side, and her bottom slamming 
back into the wall with terrible violence. 

The pain ebbed and she hung still again. Her formerly cold body now 
glistened with sweat and her hair dangled around her face in a mass of 
sodden clumps. She felt the rod push against her pussy again, but it wasn't 
followed by the pain, not right away. 

Instead it forced her pussy lips aside and pushed up into sheath. She felt 
it drive up into her and knew at once what was coming. She tried to brace 
herself but it was hopeless. Tears spilled from her eyes but she could not 
gain enough control of her tongue to beg. The fat man forced it high into 
her belly, then her insides exploded. She felt like her internal organs were 
all whipping around inside her, the pain was indescribable. She howled in 
agony, her body thrashing maniacally as the pain rippled up and down her 
spine. Her breathe caught in her lungs, almost stilling her shrieks, turning 
them into a long stuttering gurgle. 

"UUUUUUUNNGUUUUUUUUUUNNGGHHH!" 

Her guts twisted and jerked and rolled in turmoil as the rod shot it's 
terrible pain into her belly. The fat man simply stood there, a twisted 
smile on his face as he watched her agony. Finally he pulled it out of her 
and she hung limp, barely conscious. "Merely the start," he said. "Merely 
the slightest of starts for you my pretty one." 

He put the rod down and bent forward, unfastening her ankle bands from the 
rings, then rising and undoing the ones on her wrists. She would have 
fallen, and indeed, did fall forward, but he bent and took her belly across 
his right shoulder, then rose and carried her like a sack of oats across the 
room. 

He threw her down on a wide table. Her head banged painfully into the wood, 
sending stars to her eyes. Without hurry, he positioned her in the center of 
the table and spread her arms straight out to her sides. The ring on the 
leather cuffs clinked as they were locked into place. Then he spread her 
legs wide, shoving her legs up and back, forcing them out to either side of 
her torso as she groaned in pain. He shoved her legs straight out to either 
side, paralleling the edge of the table, then locked them into place there. 
Her thigh tendons strained and pulled tightly, sending terrible pain into 
her groin. 

 She did nothing more than whimper however. The pain was almost nothing 
compared to the horror she'd just gone through with the metal rod and her 
body was still trembling and shaking from the after-effects. He moved away, 
then came back holding something in his hands. She blinked through her 
sweaty hair and saw that he held a pair of pliers. He clicked them together 
as he smiled down at her. Then he pushed the open teeth down at her sex. She 
braced herself for the terrible biting pinch. 

Instead though, the pliers closed around one, just one, of her tangled pussy 
hairs. He pulled back slowly, extending the hair to it's limit. She winced 
in pain as the pressure mounted until finally the hair was pulled loose. 

The pliers descended again, seizing another hair, again pulling it taut 
until it too pulled loose. Wendy bit her lip as he did it again, then again, 
then again, each time pulling slowly on just one hair, stretching out both 
the hair and the pain until the hair finally tore loose. 

She began to cry, her tears flowing down the sides of her face, her chest 
heaving through the deep, gut wrenching sobs of misery. Her sobs were 
interspersed by short sharp cries of denial and pain as each new hair was 
pulled and then jerked loose. 

She had no idea how long it went on. He seemed to have infinite patience, 
and unending fascination for causing her pain. When he was finished, or 
bored, her entire crotch was a livid red mass of pain. Her pussy didn't look 
any different either. He'd probably only pulled out a hundred or so and 
there were plenty left for his future amusement. 

Then he bent over the moaning girl. She looked up to see his mouth 
descending onto her still burning right nipple. His tongue came out, a long 
wide wet pink strip. He licked slowly across the center of her breast, right 
over the nipple. 

He licked several times, then closed his lips over her nipple and suckled 
gently like a baby. His other hand came down around her left breast, 
squeezing and kneading the soft, pain filled flesh. He lay half atop her for 
long minutes, suckling, just suckling and running his tongue over her 
wounded right nipple. 

He finally pulled back, then placed his cock against her sex and drove into 
her. He buried his cock-pole in her tight pussy-tunnel, then began to slowly 
fuck her. 

He was in no hurry and did not seem particularly aroused. His cock slid back 
and forth inside her lower belly as his hands caressed the flesh of her 
belly and chest. 

He encircled her breasts with his fingers and squeezed the malleable meat 
together, plumping the twin mammaries up into little mushroom shaped balls 
of flesh. His cock moved in and out of her in slow but full strokes, using 
up every inch of pussy-tunnel and cock. 

His face was calm and relaxed as he fucked her and Wendy lay therein pain 
and wondered what kind of a man he was and how she could get him to stop 
hurting her and just fuck her. It was amazing to her that she was even 
thinking like that, not worried at all about him fucking her any way he 
wanted. 

All she cared about was not being hurt anymore. If she'd been free and he'd 
wanted her to, she'd have shown him all the eagerness of a demented 
sex-starved nymphomaniac, anything to keep him happy just fucking her. 

His cock pumped into her for a long time without him cumming. She wondered 
if the leather thing around the base had anything to do with that. Her pussy 
started to lubricate in response to the steady fucking, and her juices eased 
his passage and coated his prick. "I am your master," he said. "Do you 
understand? You belong to me." 

He slapped her face. 

"Say, yes Master." 

"Yes Master," she whispered. 

His cock continued to slide easily in and out of her small pussy. 

"You like me to fuck you, don't you?" 

"Yes Master." 

"Maybe I'll have all my men fuck you. Would you like that?" 

"Yes master," she whimpered. 

"You are a piece of dirt. You are a cheap American slut! Aren't you?" 

"Yes master," she sobbed. 

He pulled his cock free of her pussy then and stood back. It was still hard 
and bounced up and down as he backed away. He moved across the room to a 
shelf and pulled out a belt. It was long and wide. He doubled it and moved 
back to her. 

She stared at the belt, anxiously. 

He moved into place beside the table, looking down at her splayed legs and 
wide open crotch. "You must be punished then." He smiled. He raised his 
right hand into the air and brought it down, the belt whirling through the 
air and cracking down against her cunt. She howled in pain, her loins 
bucking and jerking on the hard table. He raised it again and again brought 
it lashing down to strike directly against her soft pussy. 

She shrieked and cried out in pain, her head lashing from side to side as 
she pulled mindlessly at the bindings holding her in place. Her legs sought 
desperately to close, jerking spastically, her muscles clenching and 
unclenching. 

"Do you think this is pain?" he chortled. "Wait until you taste the crop and 
the whip, slut." 

Again and again the belt lashed down against the center of her groin, 
cracking against her slit and pubic-lips with cruel, brutal force. By the 
time he stopped her pussy was nothing but a flaring, throbbing pain that 
burned relentlessly. 

He put the belt down and then drove his cock between her tortured 
pussy-lips, filling her sex with it's rubbery hardness. He began to stroke 
again as he had before, his cock sliding in and out of her ravaged lips with 
slow easy movements. 

Wendy felt his hard erection up high inside her belly as it pumped in and 
out. The fat man's fingers were roaming over her, squeezing and fondling her 
breasts, fingers digging deep furrows in her fleshy malleable meat. 

His cock slid in and out of her parted pussy lips. She groaned, the groan 
not different from the many that had proceeded it, but signalling something 
new. Her body was heating up, igniting in sexual fervour as Ho continued to 
fuck down into her. Her throbbing, pain-filled breasts began to swell with 
pleasure. Her eyes, narrow slits, peered down the length of her body at her 
splayed legs and her vulnerable pussy opening. She watched his thick yellow 
cock driving in and out of her body, her eyes glued to her entrance as she 
watched herself being stabbed repeatedly by the man's hard erect organ. 

Ho had no thoughts of giving her pleasure of course, but her body was built 
with this in mind, and her mind, was a dazed, bleary muddle, unable to 
constrain her body's natural reactions to the pleasure of Ho's sawing prick 
shaft. 

Her pussy, a burning mass of tortured nerve endings, absorbed this new 
feeling, these new sensations, slowly, as if reluctant to open itself to 
what might be new pain. But her clitty, despite the beatings of the cruel 
belt, began to awake with the steady stroking of his high speed prick. 

Ho was groaning with pleasure himself, and when the girls' groans increased, 
he recognized the tenor. At first he was angry, but then he felt proud that 
even through her pain, his mighty prong had aroused her. He sneered down at 
the naked teen, hammering his cock down into her wet, rubbery sex. 

"Whore!" he hissed, throwing his hips forward cruelly. "Slut!" he shouted, 
pounding his hard yellow staff down her silky tube. His hands enveloped her 
breasts, crushing the aching meat between his fingers. Soft pliable flesh 
oozed out between his fingers as he fucked harder into the body before him. 
He grunted in time as he changed the speed of his strokes. 

He pulled back slowly, then held for but a moment, just the head of his 
sceptre inside her, then threw all his weight forward, driving his hardness 
deep into her belly with a terrible, brutal thrust that made her cry out in 
pain. 

He drew back again and repeated the act, then again, and again, each time 
rocking the table with the force of his thrust, each time making her breasts 
bounce and jiggle as she grunted and groaned. His excitement mounted and he 
began rutting into her with a flurry of desperate strokes. Then the girl 
moaned and began babbling deliriously. She jerked against the bindings, 
trying to push herself back at him. Her mouth opened wide and she arched her 
back as she jerked and convulsed in pleasure. 

Ho drove his pole up into her with vicious power and felt his balls blowing, 
felt the wads of cum juice flying down his tube and shooting out the end and 
into her silky depths. He sighed in relief, yet narrowed his eyes as he 
leered down at her. His cock was still hard and he intended to continue 
until the girl gave out. 

JJ looked up at the house on the hill doubtfully. "Is that it?" he asked. 

"That's it." 

"Right up there in the open like that?" 

"Nobody is very curious in this neighbourhood," Raif said, wiping his nose. 

"How many men's he got?" 

"Don't know for sure. I think between twenty and thirty." 

"Alarms?" 

"Don't know. But you can count on the best." 

"We need more information." 

"Nobody who works there is gonna talk." 

"Not willingly." 

He turned to the skinny little man and sighed. "Raif, we need to know where 
he'd keep prisoners, what kind of security setup he's got and how many 
people are there." 

"Have to kill somebody then." 

"So do it, just make sure it's clean." 

"Shouldn't be too hard. All those people there, I can pick one off when they 
come out." 

"Away from the walls." 

"You think I'm an asshole?" 

"Sorry. We're in a hurry too." 

"Can't rush this. End of shift is in four hours. I'll grab one of the maids. 
They'll know the layout." 

"No. Take one of the guards." 

"Gonna be a bitch makin' him talk. These guys are really fanatics about 
loyalty." 

"I got Jock Cooper and his magic bag of chemicals." 

"Oh, wow. He's expensive now since he turned to private enterprise. 

You must be getting a bundle from the broad's old man." 

"Enough." 

"Okay, then, I'll get the guy and Jock can find out what he knows. But there 
ain't no guarantee the guy knows a damned thing. He could be a dumb soldier 
who walks the walls and never even gets inside." "Then we'll take someone we 
know will have answers, one of the older guys in charge." 

"You got it Keemo sabe." 

"What do you think of the layout? Look hard to take?" "Shit no. Long as I 
got enough guys and we don't haveta worry about the cops." 

"I don't think the cops will be much of a problem. You can count on a lot of 
fire power from his guards though." 

"They won't live long. I figure to go in at night with silenced rifles and 
night scopes, long as we got a lot of money to work with." "They'll probably 
have night scopes too." 

"They're fuckin gooks, man. My boys are pros, good old grade A 

special forces." 

"Just so they're not too high to shoot straight." "Don't worry. We'll get 
you in. You just worry about getting us all the fuck out of here afterwards. 
Even with silencers we're gonna make a fuck of a lot of noise when those 
bastards open up with their machine-guns." 

"What do you think our chances are of taking them completely by surprise?" 

"You mean just offin' them without them firing a shot? Not fuckin' much. 
These guys are pros. They won't be asleep or playing cards, and if they've 
got the best equipment, and you know old Ho will have the best, they won't 
be taken easily." 

JJ sighed and then shrugged. 

"Okay, but make sure that we can get in fast. I want to get in there and off 
the General before he knows we're there." "I thought we were just after the 
girl." 

"Why not take him while we're here. The guy's a sleazebag." "True, and that 
half million reward is as good in our pockets as anybody else." 

"Forget the reward. We'd never live to collect it. I got another source of 
money for his death and it's a lot more private. Now, what about those 
pirates?" 

"Girl was sold by a guy named Chung Lee. He didn't want to talk but after 
Hofkins cut his left nut off he changed his mind. Says the girl came from a 
fishing boat out of Nan-saon village north of Who-lam." "Find out which boat 
and who was on it." 

"Way ahead of you man. Should know by tonight." 

"Good. We'll hit it first as a kind of shake-down for the boys." 

"Who you got besides me and the odd couple?" 

"Mickey and Sims are damned good, Raif." 

"Yeah, sure. But that village is tight, man. They ain't gonna sit back and 
let you off a dozen guys and do nothing." "I got Joey Connor, Deve Walters 
and Jean Leveque. I'm workin' ona couple of others." 

"How about we flame the whole fuckin' village then?" 

"Alright by me. Just like back in the good old days, right?" 

"Yeah, fucking A." 

Wendy's body lay on the small cot in her cell, trembling. It glistened with 
sweat but was otherwise largely unmarked. It would have surprised an 
observer had he or she known how much pain was burning away at the panting 
girl. 

After fucking her for a long time and spurting more of his cum into her 
body, the fat man had again begun pulling pussy hairs out one at a time. 

When he'd tired of that he'd started playing with the cattle prod again, 
fucking her with it as she danced and shook frantically on the table, 
sliding it along her belly and along the insides of her thighs as its sharp 
sparkling tongue sent crackling electrical pain into her body. Then he'd 
ended the session by slowly closing his big hands around her throat. He'd 
squeezed down gently, just enough to cut off her breath as he stared into 
her eyes with enjoyment and curiosity. Her chest had burned and strained, 
her eyes had bulged out of her head and she had struggled desperately 
against her bindings. Then her vision had clouded, turning red as she was 
deprived of oxygen and she had finally lost consciousness. He had woken her 
again with smelling salts, only to choke her into unconsciousness again. 
When she'd wakened, she'd found herself here on the cot. She didn't move, 
could hardly move. Her muscles ached horribly, as though she'd been 
shovelling dirt or breaking rocks for hours on end. Her breasts and sex 
burned from the electric shocks that had passed through them. In fact, all 
along her inner thighs, along her belly, and under her armpits, the burning 
throbbed from the rod's touch. As for the inside of her pussy, the feeling 
was like a constant, gnawing ache that would not go away. She lay there in a 
near stupor, unable to comprehend her fate. She had no doubt that the fat 
man intended to repeatedly torture her body until it was destroyed. Every 
sound made her wince and shiver in fear, in case it was someone coming to 
take her back to the torture room. She had always thought of herself as 
strong willed, but knew she would do anything, anything to stop him from 
hurting her again. 

She'd had nothing to eat in the longest time, and little enough to drink 
either. When the door opened her heart jumped into her throat, but all the 
man did was lay a tray of food and a cup of water on the floor. He closed 
the door again and she stared down at the food and water. 

Despite her pain she rolled onto her side, then sat up and dropped to her 
knees on the floor. She crawled awkwardly forward, then fell on her belly 
with a grunt of exhaustion. She stared at the food, then began to crawl 
forward on her belly, wriggling from side to side until she could get her 
lips on it. 

All her long schooled table manners evaporated as she wolfed the food down 
like a starving mongrel, the previously finicky gourmet reduced to a nearly 
mindless thing as she gorged herself on the food and then slurped down the 
water. 

When everything was gone she sat back against the wall, her legs straight 
and spread as she stared at the doorway. They drove a pair of old trucks 
down the rutted, hole filled dirt road, stopping a mile from the village and 
turning off into the jungle. JJ got out first, Sims, Mickey and Raif 
following. They were in the first truck. Joey, Deve, Jean and Mark Hunter 
were in the second. 

All of them wore camouflage gear, including full head masks with bulging 
round night vision goggles. All were carrying special issue Israeli Uzis 
with long thick barrels that reduced their noise to either dull spits, or 
light coughing, depending on whether they were fired on single action or 
auto. 

"I just hope this doesn't alert Ho." Raif whispered as they made their way 
through the jungle. "He doesn't know where the girl even came from, and 
wouldn't take any notice of a village getting shot up. He'll just think it 
was something to do with someone else's drug running." 

"Let's fuckin' hope so." 

"I wouldn't be doing it like this if I thought otherwise. Now shut the fuck 
up and watch where you're goin." 

They moved almost silently through the jungle, all of them veterans of a war 
where noise meant death. All of them well used to moving silently through 
the deep jungle. They easily avoided the amateurish traps set by the 
villagers and drew up just inside the foliage outside the village. 

"I still say we burn the fuckin' place," Raif whispered. "This is better. 
It'll scare the shit out of the survivors. They won't know what the fuck 
happened." 

"We might miss one or two." 

"We better fuckin' not. We got the whole layout right here." He pointed at 
the oilskin paper he held before him. It was a drawing of the village and 
showed every structure there. A dozen of the structures had X's on them, 
indicating that one of the pirates lived there. 

JJ's plan was for them to get in, hit the pirates and get out without anyone 
knowing they were even there. When the villagers woke up in the morning and 
found a dozen dead, castrated men, they'd get the message. 

The message was, watch where you put your dick. 

The idiots hadn't even been quiet. They'd bragged around the village about 
the white girl they'd taken and sold. The others would know why. That was 
important to JJ. He wanted them to know why. He had been in Asia a long 
time. Round eyed girls had become almost a sacred thing to him. The idea of 
a bunch of slope bastards tearing one off a ship and raping her, then 
selling her outraged him. He was gonna show these fuckers not to touch white 
girls. They separated and raced into the village, keeping low and using the 
cover of bushes, trees and shacks. There were about five hundred people 
living in the village, so the odds were at least a couple were awake 
somewhere. If it was in one of their target houses, that would be too bad. 

He reached his first target and flattened himself against the wall, his head 
jerking quickly from side to side. Then he eased through the door and into 
the shack. There were several kids asleep on the floor. He moved gingerly 
past them and up to another doorway. He slipped through a curtain and into a 
second room. There was a man and a woman asleep on a low mat. He kept his 
Uzi at his side, holding a thin, long barrelled 22 instead. He pressed the 
barrel against the man's chest and pulled the trigger. 

Even he could barely hear the phht of sound as the bullet shot into the guy. 
His body jerked slightly and then was still, not breathing. The woman slept 
on. He slid the automatic back into it's holster, knelt and took out his 
knife. 

He left the little hut less than a minute after entering it. He hurried 
across to his second target, and moved through the doorway there. This one 
only had one room. A naked man lay there, half buried by an enormously fat 
naked woman. 

JJ knelt and placed the barrel against the man's head, then blew his brains 
out. The woman didn't stir. He squatted over them with his knife and removed 
his keepsake. Two minutes later he was back in the bushes, just ahead of 
Jean. 

The others slipped back one at a time until they were all together again. 

"Any problems?" he hissed. 

Heads shook quickly. 

"Everybody get his man or men?" 

Heads nodded. He turned to Raif. 

"Their boat?" 

"All set. It'll blow just after dawn." 

"Good. Let's go." 

"Hey JJ," Mickey asked. 

"Yeah?" 

"What the fuck do we do with all these dicks?" 

"Suck em," someone whispered, to snickers. 

"Just keep em' till we're well away from the village. I don't want them 
finding them." "Okay, man." 

 FIVE 

Wendy began trembling violently as the man led her down the corridor. She 
was whimpering and trying to draw back but he pulled her along relentlessly. 
Again they stopped at the double doors as he knocked, again there was no 
answer. They went in. 

He locked her wrist cuffs together, then fastened them to a chain above her 
head. She stood there, almost on her toes for almost two hours before the 
fat man arrived again. As before, he examined her closely, this time walking 
around her in slow circles. His hand rubbed lightly over her buttocks, 
squeezing each one in turn. Then he slid a finger up into her anus as she 
stood there wide-eyed in terror. He pumped the digit in and out slowly for a 
minute, then withdrew it and walked around in front of her. "How did you 
enjoy your night?" 

She didn't answer and he frowned. 

"I expect an answer when I ask a question, slut," he said. "Did you enjoy 
your night?" 

"Y... yes... master," she gulped. 

"Good. Are you glad to be here?" 

"Yes Master." 

"Good." 

"Do you want me to torture you again?" 

"...." 

"Well?" 

"No," she whimpered. 

"What?" 

"No Master." she whispered. Then she burst into tears. "Please don't hurt 
me!" she begged. "I'll do anything you want! I'll do anything!" "Oh?" 

"Please," she mewled. 

"Well, we shall see if you will do anything. I have an excellent 
imagination, you know." 

He reached up and unbound her hands, then stepped back, lifting a short, 
ugly looking whip. 

"Kneel," he said. 

She dropped quickly to her knees in front of him, staring into his erect 
cock. He pushed it against her lips and she swallowed it, taking it into her 
mouth and bobbing her head up and down the shaft. He stroked her head as she 
sucked him with desperate eagerness, his fingers sliding through her hair as 
his cock moved back and forth over her lips. 

She felt the nasty, acidic taste of piss on her mouth as she worked quickly 
over his cock. She sucked hard, her tongue working furiously as she sought 
to bring him off. She dug her tongue into the little hole, then rasped it 
back and forth against the underside of his head. She tilted her head back, 
knowing she'd have to do the ultimate, something she'd only done once before 
the pirates had captured her. She shoved her lips up until his cockhead hit 
the back of her mouth, then kept going. His cockhead punched into her throat 
and she slid her lips right to the base of his shaft, taking his cock-knob 
down into her throat. 

His cock was long and her neck short, so his cockhead actually slid right 
through her throat and into the opening of her chest. She almost strangled 
herself keeping in place. Her every urge was either to throw up or choke. 

Instead she slowly worked her mouth and throat back down the length of his 
cockshaft until the head popped out of her throat once again. She sucked in 
a great gasp of air as her tongue worked quickly over his cockhead. Then she 
pushed forward, and took the thing into her throat again. It hurt, but far 
less than she would get if he resumed torturing her, she knew. 

He stood there, not moving, letting her do all the work. She knew she must 
appear eager and moved her mouth relentlessly back and forth over his cock, 
heedless of the pain and discomfort. Then he pulled her head back and pulled 
his cock free. "Very nice," he sighed, looking down at her. "Now I want you 
to turn around and bend over. Reach behind you and pull your buttocks wide 
apart." 

She did as he ordered, having to balance herself on her shoulders as she 
pulled her bottom open. She knew he meant to sodomize her and was happy to 
submit. Rape held little fear to her now. He knelt behind her and she felt 
his cock pushing against her rectum. The pressure mounted and her anus was 
slowly forced open. His cock began to sink into her, bringing a tight 
burning pain to her rectum. Yet it was as nothing compared to the tortures 
and she did everything she'd heard she should to help him. 

She tried to relax her muscles so he could enter her more easily, and raised 
her bottom a little so he had a better angle of entry. His cock slowly sank 
down her tight tunnel, boring a hole open for itself as it worked its way 
into her. 

She felt her anus tighten around his penetrating cock, and tried to open 
herself, despite the pain. Then she clenched her anal muscles, trying to 
suck him down into her. It seemed to work a little. His cock moved deeper 
into her with less resistance. Then his balls were pressed against her 
buttocks and his cock was fully buried inside her. He slapped her hands away 
from her buttocks so he could squeeze and fondle them himself, then his 
hands were under her belly, lifting her up onto hands and knees. 

She spread her legs a little further apart as he held still inside her, 
enjoying the feeling of her body around his cock. Slowly he began to pull 
back, sliding his hung of male flesh down her back tunnel several inches, 
then pushing it forward again. He worked up to speed, forcing open her anus 
as his cock slowly pumped into her. He sped up further, and then further. 
Soon he was hammering his cock into her numbed rectum. His hips pounded 
against her buttocks, making her shake and jerk back and forth in time to 
his powerful thrusts. 

She groaned in pain as his hips continued to beat a painful tattoo on her 
backside and his prick continued to rip in and out of her rectum. He forced 
her legs even further apart, until she could barely maintain her balance and 
he was pounding downward into her anus with his terrible thrusts. 

He reamed out her ass with his hot, hard sword, pistoning it inside her back 
tunnel with powerful, brutal lunging strokes that sent his cockhead smashing 
against the deepest parts of rectal channel, up high inside her guts. 

It was like being punched in the belly over and over, only the punch was 
inside her guts not outside. She clenched her teeth against the pain as her 
guts churned and roiled and tumbled against his driving cock-tool. His hands 
slid onto her hips and started jerking her body back to meet his forward 
thrusts, increasing the punching power of his fat cock head even more. 

Then his hands slipped under her belly. He sat back on his heels, pulling 
her up and back against him. His left hand gripped her hair, pulling her 
head up and back as his teeth bit into her throat. His right hand squeezed 
her right breast in a steel hard embrace that crushed her malleable flesh. 

She sat back against his cock as he rutted it slowly in and out of her anus, 
his mouth sucking at the blood dribbling from her torn neck. His right hand 
moved down between her legs and he stabbed a finger up her pussy as he 
rutted into her. 

The finger was followed by a second. The two of them rubbed harshly in and 
out between her pussy-lips. His fat bouncing ass jiggled as he humped into 
her from behind, his crotch hair rasping like wire wool up into the tight, 
sweating cleavage between her rounded white buttocks. 

His breathing became harsh pants as he fingered and skewered the blonde 
girl. His face fell forward and he bit down hard on her shoulder, making her 
cry out in pain and misery. His teeth bit cruelly into her, drawing blood 
which he sucked on fiercely. His hand pushed in hard against her stomach, 
shoving her back against him, forcing her bottom back against his rutting 
organ. Her bottom and lower back were crushed against his fat, jiggling 
belly, shoved back into him as if he were a mattress or soft cushion. His 
hot, sweating, bulbous belly encompassed and surrounded her, pressing into 
her bound hands and bottom and hips as she was forced back into it. His 
cock, hard and wet and pulsing with lust, drove high up into her guts, its 
pointed cock-head jabbing up into her belly like a hot iron spike. 

The exhausted girl could hardly comprehend the wild and conflicting flood of 
powerful sensations assaulting her body and mind. Her head fell back against 
his chest, her mouth slack, her eyes half closed. Every lunge up into her 
anus shoved her lower body forward, arching her back and bouncing her head 
against his flabby, big breasted chest. His pudgy fingers continued to rub 
back and forth across her clit, grounding and sawing against the little pink 
bud of flesh as they pumped her cunt tunnel. He bit her again and again, 
leaving bite marks all across her right shoulder. His left hand continued to 
squeeze and twist and knead her aching left breast, making it hot and 
throbbing with uncontrolled need. 

Her breasts swelled, growing larger and larger, without any conscious 
knowledge from her teetering mind. He abandoned it, seizing a thick chunk of 
her long golden hair and forcing her head far back and twisting it towards 
him. His teeth bit into the side of her throat. He bit her again, this time 
higher, then again, higher still, just on her cheek. Then his lips closed on 
hers, enveloping them and cutting off her panting breaths as his fat, 
sopping, drool covered tongue pushed into her mouth and writhed around 
inside her oral cavity. 

She mewled in bewilderment, her body shaking with weakness and pain and an 
odd array of hot, electrical sensations that bore no resemblance to those 
given her by his metal rod. Her rectum was well and truly reamed out now, 
giving little resistance as he humped harder up against her split buttocks. 

His cock slid up and down it's well worn tunnel as her anal mouth clung to 
his cockshaft on each entry and withdrawal. His mouth was almost eating at 
her mouth. He sucked and chewed and slurped, long drooling gobs of his spit 
forced into her mouth as he sucked and blew and bit down, leaving bite marks 
on her lips and tongue. His fingers were shoving far up into her now moist 
pussy tunnel. They pushed through the oily pink pussy flesh as they pistoned 
in and out of her. Wendy could hardly breath, her mouth covered by his like 
a blanket, her nose crushed against her by his fat face. Then something hit 
her, a powerful jolt of enormous sensory passion. It slammed into her belly 
like a medicine ball, hurling her back into the fat man so she bounced 
against his big belly. Her eyes opened wide in baffled incomprehension. 

Then her body gave a massive shudder and her back arched, throwing her chest 
out. She grunted like a pig, her mouth issuing a series of animal like 
noises in a high pitched, mindless tone as she shook with convulsions. Her 
head thrashed from side to side and her anus rammed itself back onto the fat 
man's cock-tool. 

Her pulpy pussy meat was crushed in his fat fingers as he crammed them into 
her. A raging whirlwind of pulsing, flaring erotic sensations flayed her 
body and mind. A white mist covered her eyes, blinding her as her body shook 
and writhed against him. Lightning-like jolts of pure sexual heat slammed 
into her again and again, each one throwing her back against him as they hit 
her in her belly, her pussy, her fat, bloated breasts. Her mind throbbed and 
felt ready to explode with the demented hurricane of twisted sensations 
assaulting her brain. 

Through it she rode his cock and fingers like a mad deranged lunatic, her 
voice a quavering howl, her body a flailing array of flopping limbs and 
rutting undulating torso. She sobbed horribly, and screamed ecstatically, 
groaning through her pain as her pleasure seared into her. 

Then her trembling stilled, other than the occasional twitch and shudder. 
Her head dropped forward, her eyes closed as her pummelled mind closed and 
blanked, leaving her body behind as she sought asylum in the serenity of 
unconsciousness. 

Jock Cooper hummed as he worked. It both annoyed and unnerved JJ as 

he watched, leaning back against the wall. The Thai man, who's name 

they didn't even know yet, lay naked, strapped onto a table in a tiny two 
roomed garage a few miles south of the General's estate. His limbs were 
spread and bound and his mouth covered with tape. He looked up at Cooper, JJ 
and Mickey with hatred and fear. 

Beside him, in plain sight, lay the "Doc's" kit, open so the man could 
seethe shiny array of medical instruments. That was mostly for effect 
though. Cooper preferred drugs. They were much less messy for one thing. He 
continued to hum as he sorted out his gear, then pulled out a hypodermic 
needle and plunged it into an upside down bottle of colourless liquid. He 
pulled back the plunger, sucking the drug into the hypo, then pulled the 
needle free and pushed the plunger back down, letting a little of the drug 
push through the tip to expel any air bubbles. The song he was humming, JJ 
abruptly realized, was "It's a smallworld." 

Then he stabbed the needle into the Thai man's arm and pushed down on the 
plunger. Mickey turned away, easily capable of tearing off a man's head but 
squeamish about needles. Cooper pulled the needle free and went back to 
playing with his tools. He attached a couple of sensors to the man's chest 
and hooked them to a heart and pulse monitor. They started beeping. JJ 
fidgeted and looked at his watch. "How long this gonna take, Doc?" he asked. 

Cooper paused, as if to consider the question. He raised his head and turned 
to look at JJ. The light reflected off his round, rimless glasses. 

"No way of knowing for sure," the man answered, his voice low and calm. 

Then he returned to his work and his humming. 

"Bet I could do it faster," Mickey hissed in JJ's ear. 

"Could kill him before he answers too," Cooper said, not looking up. 

"Could get a pack of lies and get yourself killed too." 

Mickey shrugged and rolled his eyes. 

"Wonder if that fat asked bastard is screwing the girl right now," Mickey 
said. 

"Who cares?" JJ shrugged. 

"She was probably fucked a hundred times before she even got off that 
fishing boat. Old needle dick ain't gonna make her any less a virgin." "Good 
thing he ain't got a dick like mine." Mickey grinned. "She'd be ruined for 
life." 

"Bored for life, you mean." 

"Up yours." 

"Gentlemen," Cooper sighed, sitting down on a chair next to the table. 

"You about ready, Doc?" 

Cooper slapped the Thai man, and peered into his eyes, stopped humming and 
turned to them. 

"Now remember. Nobody talks to him but me. I have your questions. If you 
want to know something more, write it down and give it to me. Multiple 
voices will confuse him." 

JJ nodded. 

Maybe they got lucky. Two hours later they had the location of some sort of 
secret underground complex of rooms where the General liked to play games 
with young girls, the number of guards on duty and on location at any given 
time, as well as their armament and patrol times, and the type and location 
of the alarm systems. That didn't make it a simple task. For one thing, the 
man revealed that all of Ho's bodyguards lived there at the estate, so even 
though only twenty-five were on duty at any given time, there could be 
another forty or fifty around there sleeping or in their quarters. "I think 
we can forget a frontal assault." JJ sighed. "Less we get more men." 

Raif shrugged. 

"Not that fuckin' many. We have enough to take them in a frontal we're gonna 
have a fucking war. They even got grenades and rocket launchers. There ain't 
no way the cops can ignore a battle on that scale." 

"So what you wanna do?" 

"We sneak in. That means we need the best alarm guy there is." 

"There ain't nobody any fucking good at alarms in this town." "I know. I do 
know a guy though. This guy could tip-toe into Fort Knox without getting 
caught." 

"Where is he?" 

"In the Philippines, working for the CIA." 

"Good luck then." 

"Naww, everybody's got his price. I think I can rent him for a couple of 
days." 

"We got enough trouble getting involved with Ho. Now you wanna bring the 
creepy-crawlies into it. Are you nuts, man?" "Vince is alright. Besides, if 
we make it profitable enough he'll keep his mouth shut." 

"These profits are coming out of our pockets." "I don't think so. I'll tell 
my customer we need to bring in an outside guy and charge him extra for it. 
What's a few thousand bucks to him?" 

"How long's this gonna take? Ho ain't gonna hang around here for long. Even 
with his money the Thai government is bound to find out eventually. He's 
gotta get back to his base with his soldiers to protect him." 

"I'll call him now." 

"Shit. If we can just get that maniac Sims into the place he'll cut 
everyones throat while they sleep. Then you can do what you like." "Yeah, 
but getting in is the problem. 

"No, getting out is." 

"Just think of all that money." 

"I am. I am." 

"You know, it ain't just Ho taking off for the deep jungle, that girl ain't 
gonna live long down there." 

"I know. I'm hoping he takes his time with her. There ain't that many cute 
blondes for sale in Thailand, especially a looker like her." "Man, I been 
asking around about him and what I hear ain't good. Rumours go he just rips 
em up when he's done with the girls. Guts em' and tears them apart. That 
place down there is supposed to be a bloody slaughterhouse." 

"I know. Remember that Cabinet Minister's daughter last year?" Mickey 
nodded, remembering the furore when the girl had been found impaled on the 
man's lawn a week after he'd called for the army to sweep through Ho's 
territory and kill the drug lords. The girl had been repeatedly raped and 
sodomized before being skinned alive. "We should be able to hit him tomorrow 
night, unless Vince says he can't get here in time." 

"We better. He's had her for thirty-six hours now. She might not survive 
another thirty-six." JJ nodded grimly. 

 SIX 

Wendy was wakened by smelling salts. The fat man, the man she knew 

only as "Master", twisted her arm, forcing her to her feet, then led her 
over into a corner of the room and made her stand over a metal bar. The bar 
rose up from the floor, thick as a man's leg. At the top were two inch high 
round tubes, each about the thickness of a silver dollar. The fat man forced 
her to stand over the bar, legs spread, then forced her down onto the 
rounded tubes. They pushed into her pussy and rectum, rudely forcing aside 
her tender flesh as they opened her up and dug inside. The steel tubes 
seemed to vibrate or hum with power and Wendy looked down anxiously as she 
stood there. 

Then she felt the rounded tubes moving. They were turning round and round 
inside her. It was not terribly unpleasant or painful. They were warm and 
seemed oily as they turned. Then she realized that as they turned they were 
moving up deeper inside her body. She quivered in fear and looked 
appealingly at the fat man, but he simply stood by a small panel of knobs on 
the wall, looking on with eager enjoyment. The tubes pushed higher and 
higher, screwing upwards into he body inch by inch by inch. 

The one in her anus seemed to reach bottom and she winced in pain as it 
bored against some hard inner surface. She pulled her legs together a 
little, raising herself higher, yet the thing merely continued to whir 
around and climb higher inside her. 

Again it pushed against something inside her, as the one in her pussy 
continued to climb. She gasped and panted, rising on the balls of her feet, 
then cried out in pain as she was almost raised from the floor by the 
pressure of what were now very long metal bars up high in her rectum. 

It stopped climbing then, but continued to turn around and around. The other 
tube still rose higher and higher until she screamed in pain as it brought 
tremendous pressure against her cervix. The thing was drilling up into her 
and threatening to bore upwards into her stomach and chest. 

Then it stopped turning and held still. Abruptly, it started to slide 
downwards. She sighed in relief as it pulled back down the length of her 
tunnel. But her relief was premature. It stopped moving, then pushed back 
up. As it pushed upward, the tube in her anus started to slide down. 

The two tubes began to fuck her. One pushed up as the other pulled down. She 
looked down between her legs to watch, estimating then that both of them 
were almost a foot long, though she had no real way of telling since she 
couldn't even see anything but a bit of shiny metal from the one in her 
pussy as it slid upward into her pussy lips and then slid back down. Then 
she screamed and jumped up, she jerked aside, yelping with pain as her pussy 
and anus jerked against the tubes inside them. She howled and shrieked as 
hot, fiery pain burned it's way into her belly. The metal rod inside her 
pussy was electrified and shot sparking jolting shocks into her as she 
jerked and cried and twisted helplessly. 

She wasn't even tied up, but was held in place by the pumping metal dildo 
things. For one was always high up inside her at any given time and she 
couldn't jump off while standing still. She couldn't get away, couldn't pull 
free from the terrible burning in her sex. "Please!" she screamed. "I'll do 
anything you want!" 

"Sing," he said with a smile. 

The crackling electricity switched to her anus and she bucked her hips 
forward, crying out in agony as a bolt of purest pain dug into her anus. It 
felt like a hot animal chewing its way up into her guts, clawing and digging 
through her flesh. 

She sobbed in agony and frustration as the pumping steel dildos moved faster 
within her. Their terrible shocking pains spat into her at variable 
intervals, sometimes both together. She could do nothing but stand there and 
let it happen as tears rolled down her cheeks and her body shuddered and 
trembled and shook against the electricity that poured through her. 

Her bare feet slapped and jerked and twisted on the concrete floor as she 
howled in agony and misery. She was impaled on the two tubes as they bit her 
repeatedly, twin snakes up inside her, consuming her body. 

The fat man left then, but she didn't notice it. She was left alone with the 
two fucking tubes as they pumped rapidly in and out of her holes and shot 
forth their fire. Her tears and cries went unheard as she jogged and jiggled 
and writhed like a butterfly on a pin. She had no idea how much time passed. 
The passage of time was not something she could discern any longer, nor care 
about. Finally though, the pains stopped and the dildos both slid downward 
in her body and disappeared into the bigger tube. She fell forward, 
collapsing to her knees, then onto her belly on the floor. Her body 
continued to quiver and twitch and tremble as her burned out nerve endings 
and tortured senses rippled with pain. She felt hands on her, felt her 
leather wrist cuffs and anklets removed, felt cold air on her skin there. 

Then something hard and cold was clamped against them, but again it was only 
a feeling. She lay there on her belly, her head pressed against the stone as 
she panted and whimpered from an overload of terrible pain. 

She heard a clanking, the sound of thick chains, but paid it no heed. Then 
something cold and hard slid around her throat. Her dulled eyes opened 
slightly as she tried to see down, but it was beneath her chin and she saw 
nothing. She closed her eyes again. Her body was dragged across the floor, 
someone pulling on her hands as she whined in pain. Then she opened her 
eyes. She was pulled up to her feet and sat down on a straight backed chair. 
She turned her head and looked blearily up at a man, but didn't recognize 
him. He pulled a leather harness from the table, thick double loops with a 
long strap. He placed the loops over her breasts, pulled the strap around 
her back, then started to tighten it. The leather was very hard and firm and 
the loops were too small for her large breasts. Still he pulled tightly and 
she groaned as her soft flesh was forced harder and harder into the leather 
loops, squeezing forward slowly through the holes, forced through by the 
crushing pressure as the man tightened the strap hard around her back. 

He reached around then and gripped her right breast in his, pulling on it, 
forcing more and more of it through the loop. He pulled until her breast was 
completely through the loop, and the sides of the thing were flat against 
her chest. It squeezed painfully tight on the base of her breast and 
compressed the pliable meat into a hard round ball of flesh. 

He pulled her other breast through also, tightening the device and fastening 
it behind her. Both her breasts were now bloated out like mushrooms, the 
surface tight and hard. It was painful and uncomfortable. She raised her 
right hand, then noticed the weight and shook her head in an effort to clear 
it as she looked down at her wrist. 

There was a heavy steel shackle around her wrist. It was thick dull metal 
and several inches wide. Similar shackles were on her ankles and her other 
wrist. A thick chain, strong enough to pull a truck with, was attached to 
all four of them, going upward to the sides of her neck, where she assumed 
they were attached to the metal collar around her throat. 

The man pulled on the chains, forcing her hands back behind her, where they 
were locked in place. Then he pushed her back against the chair's back. He 
pulled a long thin needle and a pair of pliers off the table and seized her 
right nipple with the pliers teeth. She moaned in pain as he stretched her 
nipple upward, distorting and stretching it. He pushed the sharp needle 
against the side of her nipple, then quickly stabbed it in. She screamed as 
the sharp point of the needle pushed completely through her nipple and 
emerged on the other side. 

The man grinned and slid the needle back and forth a few times before 
pulling it out. He put it down, then picked up a large gold ring the size of 
a quarter and pushed it through her nipple, locking it in place. He picked 
up the pliers and needle again and gripped her left nipple. 

She whimpered in anticipation and pain, her nipple was crushed cruelly 
between the jagged teeth of the pliers, then stabbed hard by the needle, 
which pierced it and came out the other side. Another golden nipple, was 
fixed into place, then he pushed her head further back and his thick, hairy 
knuckles ground against her skin. She saw the needle and her eyes opened 
wide in terror. Then she felt a terrible pain at her nose and her eyes 
teared as she cried in pain. The underside of her nose burned with agony as 
he forced the needle through the flesh between her two nostrils. He pulled 
the needle back and then fixed another, smaller gold ring in place. It hung 
down along her upper lip. 

He pulled her from her chair then and lifted her up on the table like a sack 
of potatoes. He pushed her onto her back and spread her legs apart. Again 
his hands and the needle moved against her. Again she felt awful pain as the 
needle stabbed into the soft flesh of her sex. The needle pierced the folds 
of her pussy lips. Another golden ring was placed through her lips. The man 
muttered to himself, sounding satisfied, then moved away. He walked across 
the room to the door and let himself out. 

Wendy lay there on the table for long minutes, then finally sat up, panting 
raggedly. She couldn't touch herself since her hands were still locked 
behind her. She looked down at her nipples and pussy, staring in shock at 
the rings there, bewildered and appalled by what had happened to her. 

Then another man arrived. She recognized him as the man who had come to 
fetch her from her cell before. He beckoned to her and she slid awkwardly 
off the table and moved over beside him. He turned her around and unlocked 
her wrists so they fell to her sides, then gestured for her to follow him. 

She obeyed, walking fearfully along behind him as they went down the 
corridor to the stairs and started to climb upward. It was difficult to move 
in the chains. She had to keep her hands down and move them in time to the 
motion of her feet, otherwise she fell. She had to move in short, mincing 
steps, the chain was not long enough for anything else. Even this required 
that she bend forward so her wrists would be lower. It took a minute to 
reach the top of the stairs and then several more to traverse the length of 
the hall up there. 

Her bare feet moved over expensive oriental carpets now. The walls were 
complexly carved and hung with paintings. She passed tall windows where 
sunlight poured in and looked eagerly out each time, only to see trees and 
grass and no sign of any human beings. The man halted before a pair of 
enormous double doors. He pushed them open, revealing a large, opulently 
decorated room thick with bright and expensive furnishings. There were 
dozens of people inside, chatting together as they sipped wine. 

Many turned to stare at the doorway as the man stepped aside and motioned 
Wendy forward. She coloured redly, her skin burning with suddenly refound 
shyness and shame at so many people staring at her nude form. All of them, 
men and women, were dressed in expensive suits and extravagant gowns, and 
stared at her in varying degrees of amusement and scorn. 

Several of the women giggled, their eyes crinkling and their hands covering 
their mouths. The men laughed or grinned at the naked blonde girl, standing 
awkwardly there in chains, her flesh stark against the dark glistening 
mahogany walls. 

Wendy blinked her eyes hopefully, for surely all of these people could not 
be as cold and cruel and mad as the fat man and the pirates who had 
kidnapped her, yet that hope began to quickly fade at the smirks and 
snickers which greeted her. 

She dropped her eyes in shame, feeling like the grubby poor girl being 
mocked by the chic of society's upper crust. The doors closed behind her, 
pressing into her buttocks, and her hopeless eyes rose and scanned the 
assembled people helplessly, then dropped to the rug again. 

"Come here," said a voice, a voice she knew was the fat man's. She looked up 
at once, and saw him across the room, wearing a military uniform thick with 
gold braid and medals. He glared at her and pointed to his feet. Her fear 
overcame her embarrassment and she shuffled forward. 

The women's giggling intensified and several comments were passed back and 
forth between the people as she moved forward. She was glad she couldn't 
understand them. She kept her head bowed as she moved through them until the 
fat man ordered her to raise it. She stopped near him, intensely aware of 
all the eyes in the room boring into her. 

"Kneel here," the fat man ordered. 

She complied at once, glad to kneel since it offered slightly less exposure 
to the watching eyes. 

"Press your forehead against the floor in front of me," the fat man 
demanded. 

She closed her eyes in misery, knowing how she would look, especially from 
behind. But she had no choice. She bent forward until her face was pressed 
into the carpet. 

"Spread your legs." 

She did it, sniffling as she fought to hold back the tears. She could see 
only his thick, shiny leather boots in front of her head. "My boots are 
dirty," he said in a conversational tone. "I want you to clean them with 
your tongue." 

She raised her head, looking up the long length of his body to his frowning 
face looking back down. Then she looked at his boots and sighed inwardly, 
little, if any pride left to be crushed anyway. She bent forward, on her 
hands and knees, and began to slide her tongue over his right boot, licking 
away at the leather surface as the people watched. One of the women giggled 
and clapped her hands in glee. The fat man raised his foot off the carpet 
and held it in mid-air, the heel pointed towards her. 

She started licking the bottom of his boot, her tongue wiping off little 
bits and pieces of fluff from the rug and little gritty pieces of dirt. Then 
she felt hands on her buttocks, then between her legs, gripping her mound. 

Fingers squeezed her pussy, then slid into her pussy briefly. She sensed and 
heard someone behind her, then felt what could only be a hard cock pushing 
against her pussy lips. It forced it's way into her, driving deep into her 
sheath until the material of the man's shirt pressed into her upraised 
bottom. 

The cock began to fuck her hard as her tongue continued to clean off the fat 
man's boots. He moved away finally and left her there on her hands and knees 
being fucked by somebody. She raised her head, turning to see the face of 
the man who fucked her. 

It told her nothing. He grinned nastily as he saw her watching him and drove 
into her with even more force, thrusting hard as he pumped in and out of her 
sex. The other people gathered around, grins on their faces also, chatting 
with each other as they surrounded the pair. She turned away, looking down 
at the rug again, dazed. The man fucked into her for several minutes, then 
his cum bubbled down into her pussy-pit and he sighed with pleasure and 
pulled out. Wendy knelt there still, not knowing what was wanted off her 
unless she was ordered. 

"Stand," the fat man said. She stood and turned around, her head bowed. 

"See this woman," the fat man said. He pointed towards a young Asian woman 
wearing a long blue silk gown. She had a round pretty face and waist length 
hair. 

"Take her clothes off her." 

Wendy looked at him, then back to the woman, who looked smugly up at her. 

The blonde teenager moved forward until she stood in front of the woman, 
looking into her eyes. Then she reached out and began undoing the laces at 
the front of the gown. 

There were a lot of laces, but she finally got the thing open, then pushed 
it back over her shoulders so it slid to the ground. The fat man stood 
behind her. He slapped her bottom hard, making her cry out in pain. 

"Don't leave it on the floor, you slut. That's an expensive gown." She 
quickly bent and as the woman lifted her feet, she picked it up and folded 
it, then placed it over a chair. Next she removed the woman's high heeled 
shoes, one at a time, kneeling as she unfastened them and then slipped them 
off over her toes. The woman was now clad in a lacy blue bra, thin blue 
string-bikini and garter belt with stockings. One by one, starting with the 
stockings, then the garters, then the bra, she undressed the woman, who 
stood, mostly unmoving and watched her. 

She removed her bra, her eyes looking down at the small round breasts and 
brown nipples as she put the lacy thing on the chair. Then she slipped her 
fingers into the woman's panties and pulled them down, kneeling as the woman 
stepped out of them, then rising and putting them on the chair. 

Now that she was as naked than Wendy, the blonde teen turned to look at the 
fat man. He smiled as he eyed her. 

"Clean her like you did my boots," he said. "Give her a tongue bath, 
starting with her forehead and working your way down. Don't miss a square 
inch of her body or it's back to the basement for you." Wendy's sexual 
experience with women was non existent, but it was much less terrible than 
most of what she'd been through. She bent forward and began to lick the 
giggling woman's forehead. She licked all over her forehead, then down her 
nose between her eyes and up around the other side. She licked her cheeks 
and lips and along the sides of her face. She worked her way slowly down 
around the woman's shoulders and then down each arm to the hand. She felt 
weird and humiliated, licking at the palm of the woman's hand, and in 
between her fingers. Then she moved up to her upper chest, licking away at 
it a she made her way down over her small breasts. The woman giggled again 
as she licked over her breasts and nipples, then down under her armpits and 
around behind her. The rest of the people were half watching, half talking. 
Some were ignoring the two. Wendy slowly licked her way down the woman's 
back and belly to her hips. Her tongue felt awfully dry by then but it 
didn't matter. She licked over the woman's buttocks. 

The woman spread her legs as Wendy pushed her tongue and face in between her 
buttocks, licking down over her wrinkled anal opening and then underneath 
her. She crawled around in front of the woman and licked down into her pussy 
then. The woman's pussy was covered with juices that Wendy slurped in as she 
ran her tongue through her pussy lips. 

Downward she went, along the thighs to the knees, then down to the ankles 
and finally to her feet, where she licked around and under and in between 
the toes. Finally the fat man pulled her up by the hair, at least to her 
knees. 

Her face was level with the woman's pussy. "Pleasure her off now," the fat 
man commanded. 

Wendy had been expecting the command and pushed her tired tongue into the 
woman's pussy, tasting her juices again. The sopping wetness of the woman's 
sex moistened her tongue again as she pushed it up into the opening in front 
of her. 

She rasped her tongue back and forth between the woman's lips as the people 
looked on in amusement. She gripped the woman's buttocks in her hands, 
trying to hold her tired body up so she could lick her to orgasm. Her tongue 
found the woman's clitty and worked back and forth across it. 

The woman was sighing and moaning in pleasure. Her hips made little circles 
and humped out against Wendy's face. Her hands came down on Wendy's hair as 
she spread her legs further. Wendy pushed her tired tongue as deep into the 
woman's pussy tunnel as it would go, wiggling it around inside her. 

Then the woman came, cum flooding down into Wendy's face as the oriental 
groaned in ecstasy and arched her back. She pulled hard on Wendy's head, 
rubbing herself against the blonde's face as she came off. Wendy gulped down 
the cum juices, elated in a dizzy kind of way, that she'd finally finished. 

The woman staggered back and Wendy fell forward onto her hands, panting with 
exhaustion. Then there was a man behind her and a cock was thrust up into 
her belly. She whimpered tiredly as the man behind her fucked harshly into 
her tight pink pussy mouth. His hands came down under her and cupped her 
tight round breasts. He squeezed tightly, his fingers digging into her 
fleshy hanging mounds. She whined in pain, her taut skin threatening to 
burst apart from the new pressure, like overfilled water balloons. 

The man hammered his prong down her pussy, rutting in and out of her as he 
grunted and muttered excitedly. He fucked her like a dog, his cock hammering 
back and forth as his hips slapped her rounded buttocks. 

He seized her shoulders in grips of steel, jerking her body back to meet his 
furious forward thrusts. His hips smashed into her buttocks, making them 
bounce, and sending a sharp SLAP! of sound throughout the room. 

He groaned, driving his fuck-spike deep into the white girl's belly, then 
sending steamy wads of jism spurting up into her abdomen, coating her pink 
tunnel and cervix with it's salty, warm tang. The man pulled out and the fat 
man moved forward. He attached a leash, like for a dog, to her collar and 
began walking her around the room with it. Her knees hurt, but she struggled 
to keep up with him. She would do anything to keep from being sent back to 
the basement for more of his tortures. 

"Bark like a dog," the fat man said. 

"Whoof," she said, dejectedly. "Arf, arf, arf, arf." 

Everyone laughed and giggled as he led her by them. Several reached out to 
pat her head, ruffling her hair as she barked and whined like the fat man 
wanted. 

The fat man led her over to a couch where a man sat eyeing her with 
distaste. He pulled on her leash, forcing her to half climb up onto the 
couch, then the man sitting there unzipped his trousers and pulled out his 
cock. Wendy didn't need to hear the order as she moved her face into his 
crotch and took his cock between her lips. She slid her lips up and down on 
the man's erection, sucking on it as her tongue ran around and around, 
rubbing especially against the underside near the head. The man put a hand 
on her head and pushed her downward, shoving her down so hard his cockhead 
popped into her throat. It was much harder and more painful to take a cock 
down her throat like this because her head wasn't at a good angle and the 
cock pushed hard against the side of the tube as it entered. She wasn't 
given any choice though, as she hadn't been since that night, however long 
ago it had been when she'd been taken from her father's boat. She slid her 
mouth and throat up and down the cock, groaning in pain and whimpering with 
desperation as her lungs burned with the need for oxygen. She almost passed 
out before the man allowed her head to rise enough for his cock to clear her 
air tube again. She sucked in great gasps of breath, her lungs still burning 
with pain. She had to keep working on his cock though and her tongue kept 
circling and rasping and rubbing as he slid it in and out of her lips. Then 
he forced her head back down and his cock jammed into her throat once again. 

She felt another cock against her sex and then it was thrust up into her 
pussy. She ignored it. There wasn't anything she could do anyway as it raped 
in and out of her pussy tunnel with brutal, rutting strokes. The cock in her 
mouth drew all her attention as she tried to bring it off before it choked 
her to death. 

She bobbed her head rapidly, getting the hang of bobbing just far enough 
upward so his cock came free of her throat and she could breath. If she took 
several quick breaths before taking it down her throat again, the man didn't 
force her head back. Whoever was fucking her was grunting with the effort 
and slamming his belly against her buttocks. His hands slid under her belly 
and jerked her back against him. His hands actually lifted her knees off the 
floor several times as her jerked her up and back against him. 

The man sitting down pulled sharply on her hair, sending shooting pain 
through her system as he pulled her back from his cock. His prickhead came 
free of her lips and he held it in his hands, jerking on the shaft as it 
erupted in long white gobs of semen. The semen shot up into her face, 
coating her forehead, eyelids and cheeks with it's salty wet drool. The man 
fucking her from behind was grunting furiously as he rode her. Then he 
plunged his erection deep into her hole and shot out his own gobs of juice. 
The fat man took her away, leading her on her hands and knees across the 
room to another chair. He sat down there and pulled her across his knees so 
her bottom pointed up and out towards the other people. Wendy had no idea 
what he was saying, which she didn't regret at all. Laughter greeted several 
of his monologues as his hand slowly stroked across her buttocks. He parted 
them and slid fingers in and out of her pussy, then said something else that 
caused laughter. Abruptly he slapped his hand down hard on her bottom. 

She cried out in surprise and pain as the loud echo of the crack filled the 
room. The fat man slapped her ass again, hard, making her sob with renewed 
pain. Though she could not see them, two dark, angry red hand prints were 
now starkly drawn across her soft white bottom. The watching people 
applauded. Then the fat man began cracking his hand down repeatedly, 
spanking her with sharp, hard lashing blows that made her wriggle and writhe 
in his grasp as her buttocks erupted in hot throbbing pain. 

After a minute he stopped and invited others to come up and give her 
buttocks a few spanks. One by one each of the men and women came up and 
slapped her bottom several times, each one vying with the others to hit 
harder and make the now reddened cheeks bounce and jiggle. Her buttocks 
burned, but she held herself as still as possible, wincing and gasping as 
she continued to tell herself that this humiliation was better than what 
waited her below. She was pushed back onto the floor where once again a man 
knelt behind her and stabbed his erection into sex. When he was finished, 
another man took his place, then another, then another. She was fucked fore 
and aft, taking cock after cock down her throat until Ho grew bored of 
watching. 

Two servants grasped her ankles, then, and lifted them into the air as they 
dragged her backwards along the floor. The chains were removed and her 
ankles lifted higher still, attached to new chains which were locked high 
onto two marble pillars. 

Wendy whimpered and moaned as she stared dazedly at the upside down world, 
but could make little sense of what was happening. The crowd was gathering 
around her again as Ho moved into place, and for a moment she saw a long 
whip placed into his hands. She closed her eyes and whimpered again. 

Ho held a long flog. It was designed to hurt rather than harm, and contained 
a dozen metre long leather strips which would sting flesh instead of cutting 
it. 

Of course, the flesh he was aiming at was unusually sensitive. The whip flew 
overhand and the strips spread out somewhat. The main body of them struck 
her upraised sex squarely, however, and Wendy shrieked as her pussy burned. 
Each strip hit with stinging force, like a dozen bees plunging their needles 
into her tender flesh, whipping across the whole of her sex, groin and inner 
thighs. The whip came down again, and again she howled, as the leather 
snapped at buttocks and thighs, but once again focused mainly on her sex. 
Again the whip descended, and again, each blow slow and measured, giving 
time for the audience to appreciate his artistry, to watch the girl writhe 
and thrash, to admire the play of muscles beneath her skin and the sound of 
the screams issuing forth from her wide open mouth. Again the whip fell and 
again and again. Ho stood back, panting, then offered up the whip to his 
guests. One by one they took it, some doubtful, some uncertain, many 
gleeful, and brought the flog down against the girl's open sex. 

Ho had her lowered finally, lowered until her upper torso lay on the floor. 
Her ankles continued to be held aloft, however, and it was to her feet he 
next turned his attentions. All he needed for this was a very thin and 
flexible crop. 

For Ho knew that while the girl's sex was sensitive, her feet would be even 
more so, and the soles of those feet beckoned to him invitingly, pink and 
white and perfectly unmarred. The crop sliced down across the center of her 
right heel and the girl's body leapt and twisted on the floor as she 
shrieked yet again. Ho turned and smiled to his guests, who applauded 
eagerly. The crop sliced down again, and again, as he put his artistry into 
play, causing it to dance across her heels, then her soles, then the balls 
of her feet before slicing into the toes. 

When he was finished the girl's screams were ragged croaks, her voice given 
out. He had her dropped to the floor, then attached a line to her nose ring. 
And, as his audience applauded once more, led her whimpering and sobbing out 
on her knees. It would be some time before the pain healed so that she could 
walk again, he knew, and it was unlikely she would live long enough. 

In retrospect he should have been more careful. JJ and his friends had been 
asking around about a blonde white girl, and shortly afterwards the men 
who'd taken her had all been killed. Nobody was dumb enough to think that 
was a coincidence. If he'd taken the care to see that the slaver who'd 
purchased the girl had been killed as well, nothing would have happened. 
However he'd lost track of the guy briefly. When the slaver heard of what 
had happened in the village, he'd naturally made inquiries. It hadn't taken 
long for word to reach him that JJ had been asking around about where a 
white girl might be found. That gave the man two choices, run and hide and 
hope he was never found, or kill JJ. He'd chosen the latter. 

Unfortunately for him, his timing was way off. He'd burst into JJ's little 
house, along with four of his men, all armed with submachine-guns, late at 
night. At the time, JJ had been in the basement, going over the plan for the 
attack on General Ho's place with Vince, Raif, Mickey, Sims, Joey, and Jean. 
The gunmen had made a hell of a lot of noise upstairs but accomplished 
little other than waking the neighbours, which was why, when they finally 
came down into the basement, they'd walked into a hail of bullets. JJ 
himself, who'd only had his colt, had passed over the four guys in front and 
taken out the slaver, who'd been lurking behind. 

The four gunmen had sprayed their machine-guns all around the darkened 
basement, but been rapidly cut down by the return fire from the crouching 
men spread around the room. The whole fight had probably taken no more than 
ten seconds. 

When a dozen men started shooting at each other with machine-guns at three 
in the morning, it attracted the attentions of the police. There'd barely 
been time for JJ and the others to grab up the weapons, plans and other 
goods and get the hell out before the cops showed up. Of course they now had 
an alert out for him, what with the five bodies found shot up in his 
basement. That made it a little difficult getting around and complicated 
things a lot. It had delayed them when they couldn't afford to be delayed. 
Worse it had made front page news. Hopefully Ho wouldn't notice, or if he 
did, wouldn't put it together with any possible attack on himself. Their 
only possibility of surviving an attack was surprise, after all. 

They'd managed to stay under cover through the next day, and now crouched at 
the base of Ho's walls, waiting for Vince to give them the okay to move in. 
JJ kept looking at his watch, then back down the hill, watching the road for 
traffic. Just their luck if a cop came by now, he thought. 

Vince finally crab-walked back to him. 

"All right. The wires on the wall are down, but remember, nobody is to move 
from the wall once they're inside. There's a light beam fence ten yards 
away. I have to deactivate it after we're inside the wall. "Okay, let's get 
the fuck off the sidewalk at least," JJ hissed. He turned and waved his arm 
at the others, then clicked the button of his radio three times. He jumped 
up and locked his hands together. Vince put a boot into them and then JJ 
heaved him up to the top of the wall, where he dropped over. 

A rope was tossed back over and he, Raif, Mickey and Sims climbed up and 
over one by one, pulling the rope back over with them. They knelt behind 
some bushes as Vince slowly made his way forward, a set of goggles over his 
eyes to watch for the beams. The others had goggles as well and followed 
him, stepping across the occasional, ankle high beam until they all stopped 
in front of the light fence. The fence was simply a series of metal poles 
around the perimeter of the estate. They were linked together by beams of 
infra red light that would send an alarm if anything substantial passed 
through. 

It took Vince twenty-five minutes to disconnect just one pair of the metal 
poles from the circuit, allowing the five of them, plus the other five, 
who'd joined them, to move through. Ahead of them lay more beams, as well as 
trip wires and motion and sound detectors. It was going to be a slow journey 
up the hill. 

 SEVEN 

Wendy was hanging from her wrists. The chains had been removed, replaced by 
other chains that bound her hands high above her and stretched apart. Her 
toes were less than an inch from the floor, but that might as well have been 
a mile. 

The General had finished showing her off, and now was free to markup her 
fine unblemished skin. He had been looking forward to it. First he made a 
careful selection from among his supply of whips, weighing each for the 
comfort before deciding to start with a comparatively short riding crop. 

He stepped behind her now, anticipation of the first blow making his 
forehead gleam with perspiration. He raised the crop into the air, staring 
down at the white girl's perfect round bottom, then brought it slashing 
through the air. It cut down across the girl's right buttock, jerking her 
hips forward as the blonde screamed in pain. The crop left an angry looking 
red welt behind. 

Ho thought it was beautiful indeed. He brought the crop down on her left 
buttock, making her shriek in pain and leaving another welt behind. 

Both buttocks ached, sharp, stabbing pains beating into her from the 
tortured skin. Again he whipped the crop down, slashing it across both 
buttocks at once, throwing her forward as she howled in pain. Her legs 
kicked and flailed as she jerked and twisted in pain. Ho was in ecstasy as 
he brought welt after welt to her previously unmarked flesh. To him, she was 
like a blank canvas, a canvas he was only now bringing colour to, only now 
turning her body into a work of art, his art. 

Again he brought the crop down across those sweet, round buttocks, revelling 
in the meaty thwack that reverberated back down the length of the crop as 
the other end impacted against her buttocks and sliced into the flesh. 

Now the welts were criss-crossing her pale skin, cutting the skin. Blood 
began to trickle down from her beaten ass cheeks. Ho put the crop down and 
selected another whip, this one longer and thinner. He turned back to the 
girl, now looking at her yet unmarked back. A smile appeared on his face. 

He raised the whip, bringing his arm back, then with a careful snap of his 
wrist and elbow, he hurled it forward, bringing the it cracking down across 
the girl's back. 

Wendy couldn't scream at first. The whip lashing across her back simply 
drove the breath out of her. It threw her forward against the chains holding 
her wrists and nothing but a horrified hiss of escaping air escaped her. 
Then she drew breath and howled in agony, her back afire with tortured and 
broken nerve endings. 

Ho brought the whip down again, raising another ugly welt on her back. His 
cock was pointing straight up into the air now as his bulging tool became 
more and more aroused by the sight of her body absorbing the terrible blows. 
He brought the whip down again, then again and again and again, each time 
raising a new welt, a new furrow of broken flesh, each time throwing the 
blonde forward and ripping an agonized scream from her lungs. 

He stopped as her screams became little more than grunts of pain. He put the 
whip down and then moved around in front of her, as if turning a new blank 
page in a book. He examined her clean white front and tried to think what to 
use on her. Her breasts still bulged out, white and pure, the skin tight 
across the swollen meat. He reached out and slid his finger through her 
right nipple ring, then tugged out on it, pulling the nipple out cruelly. 
She whimpered anew and he wondered that she had any tears left to shed. 

He let go of the ring and then slapped her bulging breast instead, making 
her cry out in pain. He slapped it again, and then began to energetically 
slap each of her twin mounds with his hands. She howled and cried and 
screamed in pain, her breasts bouncing and jerking despite their firmness. 

He moved over to the wall and pulled down a simple thin wooden cane, then 
went back to the blonde teenager and whipped the cane down across her right 
breast. She shrieked, an awful, animalistic cry of mindless torment which 
almost made him cum right there. He gripped his cockshaft and pressed his 
cockhead into her belly, rubbing it back and forth. Almost at once, his cum 
spurted out onto her, some of it shooting up onto her reddened breasts. He 
grunted in pleasure as he came, watching the wads of semen shootout onto the 
white girl's flesh with delight and fascination. 

He sighed and drew away, hefting the cane again. He raised it and brought it 
swinging down onto her left breast, making the meat bounce and shake. He hit 
it hard, the force of his blow sending the thin cane slicing deep into her 
meat, cutting the breast in half as it rammed deep into her flesh. Then her 
resilient flesh bounced out again as he pulled the cane back. The girl kept 
screaming, though, a pure delight. He brought it down again, this time on 
her right breast. Again she howled and kicked and whined and sobbed. He 
brought it down on her left breast again, then her right, then her left, 
then her right. He kept beating her poor breasts until they were covered in 
horrible dark welts and were a fiery red and purple. He moved over to a 
lever then and turned it, turning a pulley by the ceiling. The chains 
holding her wrists began to lower, and since she could no longer stand up, 
she was lowered slowly onto the floor. 

He lowered the chains only until her breasts were level with his cock. Her 
legs were splayed out behind her as he locked the lever into position. She 
continued to whimper and cry as he reached for her darkened teats. Then he 
seized one in either hand and squeezed them tightly together around his 
cock, which had rapidly become erect as he'd punished them. Her meaty 
pillows felt hot in his hands as he crushed them around his prick and 
started to pump into them. The blonde whimpered in pain as he fucked her 
breasts, but the sound only added more pleasure to his body. He fucked her 
breasts with long slow strokes as his finger bit and dug into her taut 
flesh. He squashed and squeezed and crushed her pain-filled breasts, 
delighted by her responses. 

His cum bubbled out from his piss hole and shot into her cleavage as he 
grunted in satisfaction. He raised his cock at once and shot wads of salty 
white semen into her face, then watched them dribble down her cheeks. He 
staggered back with a sigh of pleasure, rubbing his cock with his hand. 

There was a phone call then. He frowned in anger. He didn't like phone calls 
when he was playing. He went over and picked it up, listened for a moment, 
then hung up and turned to look at her with a sigh of regret. 

"I will be back soon, my sweet child," he said, "In the meantime, you may 
wait for me." 

He unlocked her cuffs and pulled her back several feet. Then he locked her 
wrists behind her. He pulled several long thin chains from a drawer and 
attached them to her rings. Then he bent her back, way, way back until her 
head was looking behind her, almost upside down. He pulled the chain 
attached to her nose ring down and attached it to a chain on the wall behind 
her. 

Then he pulled the chain attached to her pussy ring down between her legs 
and also attached it to the wall behind her, making her whimper with new 
pain as it pulled tightly on her pubic lips. She was forced to spread her 
legs wide to keep her balance and bend her body way back to keep her nose 
from being torn. 

Ho pulled the two chains attached to her nipple rings straight up and tied 
them around a chain hanging from the ceiling. Both breasts were pulled 
horribly tight, the nipples stretched upward almost to the breaking point, 
almost to the point where her young flesh would tear. He left her in the 
position as he went out the door and down the hallway, dressing and then 
going upstairs to meet with Sam Choy, one of his spies. He promised himself 
Choy's head if the errand that had disrupted his play was not very serious 
indeed. This white girl was being wonderfully enjoyable. He couldn't 
remember when the last one had been as good, and he had yet to even harm her 
body beyond a few welts and cuts. He could hardly wait until his knife began 
to cut into her flesh. 

He climbed up the stairway, frowning, as he always did at having to climb 
stairs. Still, it would be almost impossible to conceal an elevator, and he 
didn't want his little secret to be found out. He'd lost track of all the 
girls he'd had down there. No doubt one of the servants kept some track, if 
only to check any enquiries that might be made about missing girls. 

Ho seldom bought girls at the slave market, unless he could be guaranteed 
that they were fresh. He didn't want some used whore for his pleasure. He 
wanted to take their pride and crush it beneath his boot heel. He wanted to 
torment girls who were as astonished by the treatment as they were by the 
pain. 

He walked down the hall to one of his private meeting rooms and entered, 
glaring at Choy. 

"This had better be important, Choy," he snapped. 

"I would not have interrupted your, ahhh work if it weren't sir." 

"Very well then. Speak. Tell me what is so important." 

"It's about the girl, sir." 

"What girl?" 

"The American girl, the blonde you have down there in the basement." 

"What about her?" 

"It seems that the auctioneer lied somewhat, she is not without family after 
all." 

"So? Most of the girls I bring here have families." "That is true, however 
her family are not poor peasant farmers, or shopkeepers. Her father is a 
wealthy man and he is here in Bangkok, looking for her." 

"Let him look," Ho sniffed, pouring himself wine. 

"He has hired someone to find her, a man named Jefferson." 

"Again, so?" 

Choy sighed and looked away. 

"I looked into the matter of how the girl came to be at the sale. It seems 
that her father's yacht was attacked by pirates two weeks ago and she was 
taken from it after a brief gunfight. She was then sold to a slaver named 
Ming Rawr who brought her to Bangkok and sold her to the auction house." 

A wealthy girl. That only made Ho's excitement deepen. 

"Yes?" 

"The men who took her, the fishermen who played pirates? They are all dead. 
Someone stole into their village the other night and killed them all in 
their sleep, after, or before castrating them. In some cases their wives 
woke in the morning to find their husband's dead at their sides. It was very 
professionally done. Also, the fishing boat exploded shortly after dawn." 

"Pirates are scum anyway." 

"The slaver Rawr was found dead last night in a basement in the east end, 
along with four of his bodyguards. And a bomb exploded at the auction 
building, creating little damage, but drawing the attentions of the police. 
Most of the dealers have been arrested." "So you think this chain of 
calamities will come to me next? I am not worried," he said, dismissively. 
"I have an army to protect me." "Not here in the city you don't." 

"I have enough guards for now. I will have more brought in tomorrow." "It 
would be better if you killed the girl and went back to the jungle." 

"I do not run from ghosts, Choy!" Ho glared. "I will finish off the girl 
tonight. After that you may fetch me another, one of those young ones on 
Marchie street. I will deal quickly with her, then finish my business here 
in the city." 

"Go back to the jungle. I will send you a harem of girls, sir." "I have a 
harem of girls in the jungle," Ho said, indignantly. "Over a hundred girls 
between the ages of twelve and twenty, all of them spiritless and crushed. I 
need fresh meat and this is the best place to get it." 

"Take the white girl back with you then." 

"No. I will finish with her before morning. I want you to get me more white 
girls, though, and younger ones. That pig at the auction claimed she was 
fourteen, but I'm sure she's several years older. I want young flesh, Choy, 
virgin flesh!" 

"That is not easy, sir. There are few white girls in Asia, except for the 
whores purchased in California and Melbourne." "I want young and fresh 
girls. Send some people to Australia and the United States. There are 
millions of them walking around loose on the streets. It should not be 
difficult to pick up a few dozen." "Not difficult at all," Choy sighed. 
"Getting them out of their countries is another matter." 

"Bribe whoever you have to. The Americans will do anything for money. Did 
you see that Reagan fool on television last year, saying how wonderful it 
was that the Japanese bought Hollywood? He sucks their toes as well for 
money as that whore downstairs does from fear. Buy me a few congressmen and 
have them arrange it. Hell, maybe they'll sell you their daughters." 

He laughed uproariously, then stood up. 

"I'm going back to work. I don't wish to be disturbed again Choy. Take care 
of this Jefferson person and make sure I am not annoyed here." 

"Yes sir," Choy sighed. 

"And find me some young flesh, Choy, a dozen or so girls just after they 
have ripened. They are so sweet then and their voices so loud and 
frightened." 

He grinned cruelly and turned away to the door. He stalked back down the 
hall, opened the secret panel and moved down the stairs again, contemplating 
the many ways he would bring the blonde to the peak of agony before she 
died. Minutes later he was naked again and looking down at the girl as she 
swayed and shook precariously, on the verge of falling any second and 
tearing her nipples off. 

He looked down into her pussy and smiled thinly, then reached forth and 
gripped a chunk of her golden pussy hair and ripped it free. She screamed 
and trembled in place, but could not move. He tore out another chunk, and 
another, and another, throwing it up into the air like confetti as he 
giggled wildly. 

It was well into the morning before they reached the side of the house. 
They'd been lucky, only having to kill one guard, and him only near the end. 
With a little luck, it would be too late before they noticed he was missing. 

JJ watched as Raif worked on the door and Vince took care of the alarm. The 
rest of the group was crouched around them, some of them in the bushes, 
others flattened against the wall of the house. Then the door pushed open 
and Vince nodded at him. 

He slipped through, Raif right behind him, and after them the rest of them. 
It was a huge place, and their first task was to wipe out the guards 
occupying the south wing. JJ was hoping they could betaken care of quietly. 
He had few qualms about shedding blood to keep them silent. 

They hurried down the corridor to the south wing, then climbed to the second 
floor. The ten of them moved down the corridor and all stopped, each beside 
a different door. Then as one, they opened the doors and rushed in. No sound 
travelled to the corridor until they all emerged and closed the doors again. 

They moved down the hall, stopping at new doors. Again they all hurried in, 
again there was silence until their return, again they moved on, this time 
climbing up to the third floor. They repeated this twice more, clearing the 
third floor. The fourth floor was empty, the occupants on duty at the time. 

Now that there would be no back-up for those, they hurried back downstairs 
and broke into groups of two, moving carefully into the main body of the 
house and searching for more guards. JJ took Sims with him as they moved 
down to he guards room. It was pitifully easy. They jerked open the door and 
ran in. One man was sitting down, his feet propped up on another chair as he 
sipped his coffee. Two others were monitoring television cameras. None of 
the three had time to reach their guns before JJ and Sims cut them down. Now 
it wouldn't matter what alarms went off. All of them led here. There was no 
way Ho was going to have any alarms monitored by outside agencies, let alone 
by the police. He and Sims moved back into the hall, moving along towards 
the General's private wing, where the entrance to the underground chamber 
was supposed to be hidden. Suddenly gunfire erupted from the east side of 
the house. 

"Shit," JJ sighed. 

"Bound to happen." 

"Watch your back." 

They continued down the hallway, then both dove back into doorways on 
opposite sides of the hall as a guard appeared and fired a full clip of 
bullets down the hall. The sound was astonishingly loud, making him wonder 
briefly how it could be that the police wouldn't be called. 

Sims twisted around and brought his silenced Uzi up, spraying the hall. JJ 
crouched on his knees and peered around the corner. He aimed the Uzi 
carefully, waiting. When Sims fired his last bullet and paused to reload, 
the guard edged around the corner and began firing again. JJ's bullets cut 
him in half, throwing him back against the wall. 

"Come on," he said. 

They hurried down the hall, crossing between the big marble pillars that 
guarded the General's private quarters. There should be no guards here, just 
servants, but there were no certainties. The furniture was all antique, and 
probably worth a fortune. JJ considered burning the place down when they'd 
finished. 

A loud bell started ringing somewhere, driving up the adrenalin in his 
blood. They made their way through the front of the wing to the back, near 
where the servants entrance was. Then someone put a bullet into the wall 
just above Sims's head. He dove behind a couch and JJ fired a burst towards 
the second floor balcony. 

A man dropped back, but he knew he hadn't hit him. He signalled to Sims, who 
nodded, rolled a couple of times, then crawled around to the other side of 
the couch and tilted the Uzi upwards. JJ ran forward, jumping across a chair 
and diving under a table. 

The guy fired down at him, but only got off a couple of shots before Sims's 
bullets tore through him. The bullets whizzed past inches from JJ's head. 
The guy's gun fell over the edge of the balcony though, and the barrel 
slammed into his shoulder as it fell, making him growl in pain. 

"You okay?" Sims called. 

"Fucking wonderful!" he hissed back. "Let's find the fat old fucker before 
he gets away then." 

"Fucking A." 

They stood up and hurried to the back, then edged around the corner and 
moved down the hallway where the entrance to the basement was supposed to 
be. Sims kept guard as JJ carefully ran his hands along the walls, searching 
for a secret door. There was a click, and a panel slid back. He gave Sims 
the thumbs up sign, pulled his Uzi forward and stepped through. 

 EIGHT 

Wendy screamed in agony, jerking spastically in her bonds as Ho looked on 
and grinned malevolently. She was hanging from her wrists, her legs chained 
tightly to the floor, well apart. She was spreadeagled in mid-air, helpless 
to do more than frenziedly hump her torso forward and back. 

Her body was no longer unmarred, for Ho had lovingly caressed it with whips 
long and short, flogs, crops, paddles, canes, and straps to the point that 
the only white flesh remaining was on her face. Her flesh was criss-crossed 
with lines, welts and bruises from ankle to neck, and now he had tired of 
whips and began to explore more creative measures. 

Ho had inserted two rubber bladders into her body, one in her pussy, the 
other up her anus. Both had slid into place without effort, going high into 
her abdomen. He had then fixed them in place by tying them to a belt around 
her waist. 

Both bladders protruded from her nether holes, and he had attached a pair of 
long slim rubber hoses to them. The other ends of the hoses were hooked to 
an air compressor. As he had turned the knob on the compressor, the two 
tubes had begun to expand like balloons, which of course they were. 

They were not cheap plastic of course, but heavy, thick rubber around a thin 
steel air tube. The had spread out inside her two inner tubes, shoving hard 
against their tight elastic walls, forcing them out and out, stretching her 
pussy and anal tubes to the tearing point. To Wendy, the immense pain from 
having her pussy and anus pried open farther than they ever had before was 
accompanied by the near blinding pain inside her body as the tubes bulged 
out her vagina and rectum. She felt like she herself was being blown up and 
would soon explode, her stomach bursting like an overfilled balloon and 
sending her guts flying out all around her. 

Never had she been so utterly full, so bulgingly, painfully plugged. 
Terrible cramps were ripping through her belly at the insistent pressure 
against her inner tubes, and sharp burning agony was shooting up her spine 
from her gaping pussy mouth and anus. She screamed with each beat of her 
heart that seemed to send surging waves of agony through her body and into 
her brain. She howled and shrieked and sobbed hysterically as she threw 
herself back and forth in a demented, hopeless attempt to free herself from 
the pain. Ho watched for some time, until her screams began to fade, and she 
simply hung there, moaning in terrible misery, occasionally crying out with 
a fresh surge of pain. Then he moved closer, holding a burning cigar in his 
hand. 

He looked at her through slitted eyes, then pushed the lit end of the cigar 
against her right nipple. She screamed, jerking her body backwards, but she 
could only move slightly, and was unable to escape the continued burning of 
her tortured nipple. 

The cigar sizzled against her flesh as she howled insanely. Ho laughed and 
pulled his cigar away, only to press it down against her left nipple. Again 
she shrieked in agony, her body shaking and thrashing violently in its tight 
bondage. 

Ho then pushed the cigar hard into her right breast, grinding it out as if 
her breast was an ashtray. She screamed pitifully, sobbing in horror and 
misery. Ho merely smiled and moved away, going to a counter and lifting up a 
number of long, sharp needles. 

He moved back to her with the needles, each of which was almost six inches 
long. His smile came again, a terrible thing to look at. Her breasts were 
still confined in the terrible leather halter that squeezed them painfully 
and made them bulge out. He jabbed a needle into the side of Wendy's left 
breast, sinking it several inches into her flesh as she sobbed and screamed. 
He left it there, then pulled out another. This one too was forced into her 
right breast, making her howl in pain. 

Ho was enjoying himself immensely. He loved the feeling of penetrating the 
girl's body with his sharp little needles. He pulled another free and 
stabbed it into her left breast, shoving it deep into the bulging breast 
meat. 

He loved watching the sharp steel sink into the white meat, loved shoving it 
down, feeling the pressure against the needle and forcing it through. He 
stabbed her left nipple, shoving the needle right into the centre of the 
nipple as she sang to him. 

He lovingly forced another needle into her right nipple, shoving it several 
inches deep. Then began burying more of the needles into her breasts until 
he had none left and her twin orbs looked like pin-cushions. Each needle 
stuck out stiffly, a little red dot of blood surrounding it. Ho went back 
and got more needles. He stabbed one into her thigh, shoving it deep into 
the meat as she screamed and shook. Another needle went into her hip, and a 
third into her left arm just above her shoulder. He moved around behind her 
and stabbed a needle into her right buttock, forcing it deep. 

Stab after stab of searing, sharp pain shot into Wendy as she hung there 
hopelessly. She couldn't count the stabs, as needle after needle jabbed into 
her bottom and legs and arms and back. Ho finally ran out of needles and 
moved back, his breathing coming in excited pants as he beheld the girl. 

She hung slackly, dozens of needles protruding from her body, little 
trickles of blood running down her beaten flesh from many of them. He 
giggled insanely, moving against her. He began to tweak the needles here and 
there, twisting them or jerking them from side to side. He watched for long 
minutes, jerking off furiously. When his cum spurted up onto her flesh, he 
sighed and sat down. He rested fora moment, then rose and began jerking 
needles back out of her. Withdrawing them gave her almost as much pain as 
stabbing them in, so Ho took his time. 

When he was finished, she looked awful. Each of the dozens of little needle 
holes had a small trickle of blood that very slowly dribbled down her body. 
In fact she was almost unharmed. The cigar had actually done worse damage. 
He intended to rectify her health though. He wheeled over a little cart that 
held his medical instruments and smiled grimly. He lifted a razor sharp 
scalpel from the cart and watched the light glint off the blade, then turned 
towards Wendy. Ho slowly pressed the tip of the sharp little blade against 
the top of her right breast, then slid it softly across her skin, leaving a 
thin line of blood running directly down the middle of her bulging breast. 

JJ and Sims eased down the dark stairwell, alert for ambush at any moment. 
They left behind the sound of gunfire upstairs, unable to worry themselves 
with it at this point. The reached the bottom of the stairs and peered 
around the corner, finding themselves at the head of a long, wide corridor, 
lined with doors. It looked very elaborately decorated, not at all like a 
horrific torture chamber. JJ jerked his head and Sims nodded, then raced out 
from the stairs and crouched by the first door, his Uzi pointed down the 
corridor. JJ moved out and moved to the door across from him, also watching 
the corridor. Then he tried the door. It was unlocked. He turned the knob 
and shoved the door open, dropping back against the wall. No gunfire came 
out. He peered around and then moved into the room. It was some kind of 
study, although a terribly perverse kind. Obscene paintings lined the walls 
and the statues and carvings were all of gigantic cocks or copulating 
couples. He turned to his right and saw what he first thought was some kind 
of mannequin. It was of a beautiful Asian woman, or girl really, naked and 
finely detailed. It was far more detailed than any mannequin he'd heard of 
and he looked closer, then drew back in horror. What he was looking at was 
the dead body of a girl, who had been stuffed. The pole that held it up went 
through her sex, an obscene addition to an obscene statue. He slipped back 
out of the room and closed the door, shaking his head a little and then 
motioning to Sims. Sims shoved open the door across from him while JJ 
covered the hallway. He disappeared inside, then re-emerged a minute later, 
looking pale. JJ didn't ask what he'd seen and didn't want to know. Instead 
he motioned the man forward. Sims moved up to the next doorway and then JJ 
followed. He pushed open another door and raced in. The entire room was 
devoted to the kind of stuffed bodies that he'd seen in the last one. In 
this room they were mixed with sleek statues of muscular naked men, all of 
them with Ho's face, but a body builder's body. The stuffed women and girls 
were in obscene positions with the statues of Ho joined together with them. 
There were girls on their knees with the statue of Ho fucking them, it's 
cock the thickness of a baseball bat. There were girls sucking the huge cock 
of Ho statues. There were girls being fucked by two or three Hos at once. JJ 
backed away and went back to the hallway. His deal with Crane hadn't called 
for Ho to be castrated but he vowed he was going to do it anyway. 

Sims checked the next room, then JJ kicked open the next. Bullets flew out 
into the hall and struck the door across from him. He dropped to his knees, 
then turned and quickly peeked around the corner. An oriental man crouched 
in the open, a pistol pointed directly at the door. 

He was waiting for someone to peek in but his gun was centered higher and by 
the time he brought it down and fired, JJ had ducked back. He pushed the Uzi 
around the corner and sprayed it around towards where the guy had been. When 
he stopped Sims dove in, somersaulting as JJ moved around and centered his 
Uzi again. The guy was dead though, his head blown out by at least two 
direct hits. The room was empty except for him and they moved back into the 
hall again. 

The cut Ho made was not deep. He was not going to cut into the actual meat 
of her breast. He intended to penetrate the layers of skin and then peel her 
skin back, revealing the breast naked, the bare meat open for his 
attentions. 

Then, suddenly, gunfire erupted from close by. He frowned and then turned in 
surprise as the gunfire repeated. He thought immediately of Choy and his 
warning about an attack. His heart gave a skip and he dropped the scalpel 
and ran over to the door. He opened it a crack and peeked out. The hallway 
was empty. Then suddenly a man, a white man in camouflage dress came out of 
one of the rooms, carrying a machine gun. A second man emerged then, dressed 
and armed in the same manner. 

Ho shut the door, his chest rising and falling rapidly as fear gripped his 
flabby body. He ran across the room for a gun, then ran back to the door to 
make sure it was locked. He ran back across the room and picked up his gun, 
then held it in his sweating fist. He ran back to the telephone and picked 
it up, trying to raise his guards upstairs. There was no answer. He kept 
twisting his head to the door and back to the girl. Then he dropped the 
phone and ran over to the girl. Hurriedly he pulled her down and half 
carried, half dragged her across the room to a corner doorway. 

He whimpered slightly as his bulging eyes watched the door, anxiously 
waiting for the men to come through. Then he pulled the girl in through the 
doorway and shut and locked the door. They were in a bathroom now. Ho backed 
into the tub, dragging the girl with him. The blood from the needle marks 
and his one cut of her breast was smearing across his own naked body and he 
cursed her, slapping the side of her head angrily. She grunted and whined 
but was too weak to pull free. 

"Whore!" Ho cried, punching her in the side of the head. "Stinking slut! 
This is all your fault!" he sobbed. 

He punched her again, this time in the side, bringing a grunt of pain from 
the nearly senseless blonde. The sound of breaking wood came from the outer 
room and Ho crouched back in the corner of the tub, holding his hand across 
the girl's lips. He stared wide-eyed at the door, begging the Gods to keep 
the foreign dogs away. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no..." he gasped, 
trembling with fear. 

Then there was a powerful crash against the door. It held briefly. A second 
crash sent it slamming back against the wall. He raised the pistol and fired 
all six shots out through the empty doorway. A face suddenly peeked around 
the corner. 

He fired at it, but the gun only clicked emptily. The face reappeared, then 
the entire body. A huge white man came into the room, pointing his gun at 
Ho. Ho drew back in terror, holding the girl's body before him as a shield. 

A second man moved into the room. Both of them looked at Ho with disgust and 
hatred. They came closer, unafraid of his obviously empty pistol. 

"I have money!" he gasped. "I have much money. I have millions of dollars. I 
will give it to you if you do not harm me!" They didn't answer. The big one 
grabbed the girl and jerked her effortlessly away, lifting her in his arms 
and carrying her out of the room. Ho stared at the other one, who looked at 
Ho through narrowed eyes, his lip curled in disgust. 

"Millions of dollars!" Ho whispered. "And girls, I have hundreds of girls 
you can have. All ages, many young virgins!" The man put his gun down and 
smiled at Ho and Ho smiled back tentatively. Then the man slid an enormous 
long knife from his belt and moved forward. Ho cringed back, sobbing in 
terror.
