Chapter 5
A sliver of light stole in through a rip in the lifeboat canvas awakening Shirlee with a painful stab of dim consciousness. She was lying in the bottom of the lifeboat, her arms and legs numb with pain and cold. It took a long time to gather her senses. A dull thudding ache in her head reminded her that she'd been drugged and painfully, she raised herself up on one bruised elbow to assess her predicament.
It was morning . . . nine o'clock perhaps, judging from the angle of the sun. Her delicate fingers cautiously lifted a corner of the canvas and she peeked outside at the murky bay waters. Her white voile dress, she discovered, was in shreds and one of the sleeves had been ripped so that the bodice slipped down over her left breast, exposing the rosy brown of her puffy nipple. Always conscious of her modesty, Shirlee tried to tie the bodice back together, but it was clearly beyond repair. One ripe perky breast was going to stay permanently freed until she got a needle and thread.
She blinked her amber eyes a few times, struggling to focus her vision, knowing that if she didn't force herself to awaken fully, she would slip back into unconsciousness and wake up naked in Bu Manchu's bed with her hands tied. Why had Manchu tried to drug her? Why? It didn't make any sense . . . if he wanted her for a bed partner, he would have done better finding a more sexually liberated female than herself. His game was subtle and complex, and it was beginning to dawn on Shirlee why this wily man had eluded the police for twenty three years of jade smuggling. But right now to get out of this stifling, fish smelling lifeboat was the problem at hand.
She closed her eyes for a tempting moment and in her imagination saw Chad Barker fretting at his desk, banging his fists and cursing himself for having trusted a dumb blonde with an assignment as risky as throwing herself in Bu Manchu's company. Yes . . . she had to get out of this boat immediately and make a break for the gang plank, keeping close to the rail. If somebody spied her, she would run ashore and hail a rickshaw as fast as possible and high tail it back to Barker's office. If that failed, she would jump overboard and swim like crazy for shore, hoping a fisherman in this secluded bay would come to her rescue.
But that naked breast still bothered her. She fumbled around in the floor of the life boat, rifling through the litter in the bottom trying to find something to cover herself with. An old shirt, a life vest . . . Her finger struck a wooden box and, lifting up a flapping corner of the canvas to emit more light, she opened the box and stared down at a pile of maps.
Upon closer examination, she determined the maps to be topographical maps of Burma, China and Thailand with hand-drawn routes indicating a trip over mountains and down rivers. Wei Phu Long . . . where had she heard of that town before? Shirlee put a fingertip to her lip, seeing those words in her mind's eye on a sheet of paper. Where. . . ?Of course! In Barker's file on Bu Manchu. Wei Phu Long was a suspected pay-off point, allowing the jade to enter Thailand. Her chipped fingernail was tracing the route from Hong Kong around Viet Nam and Cambodia via the South China Sea to Bangkok, where a broken line indicated another form of travel to the mouth of the Pai River, when she heard muffled voices and footsteps from the upper deck growing louder, Bu Manchu's deep commanding voice amongst them. Shirlee stiffened, letting the map flutter from her fingertips and cocked her head, her ears straining to hear the smuggler bark directions to his crew.
What she could decipher was too dramatic even for her imagination:
"We keep the English girl. . . like Sue . . . sedated . . . get to Wei Phu Long . . . turn them over to the Thai border patrol . . . get us through . . . we pick up . . .
Everything was turning clear as drawn butter. The models. . . of course! Manchu was using them as bribery for the Thai border patrol to allow the smuggled jade into Bangkok and from there it was an easy, unimpeded route to Hong Kong.
Now all Shirlee had to do was get back to Chad Barker's office with this head full of information and start piecing it together over a note pad, maps and a hot cup of strong coffee. Shirlee felt a new surge of adrenaline flood her blood stream as she readied herself for her plunge toward safety. With any kind of luck, she could jump out of the lifeboat and dash down the gangplank before the crew jumped her and tried to stop her. With one quick movement, she swept back the canvas covering and leapt to her feet, taking a hasty look around to make certain no one was holding her under surveillance.
She scampered along the lower deck ready to plunge for the gangplank when she heard a stampede of running feet behind her. Bracing herself on the rail, she wadded up her white voile dress in her hand and slung one slender leg over the rail, ready to dive into the bay's murky waters when they pounced on her from all sides.
They didn't say much as they dragged her by the arms and escorted her to the lower deck, Shirlee's left breast jiggling freely in the nippy morning air. Neither of the Chinese black belts spoke English . . . not that their conversation would have been fit for female ears. Shirlee shuffled along between them down the corridor to the head stateroom.
Manchu was pouring over a lap full of maps, drinking tea, as Shirlee found herself thrust into his ornate room where Kim sat casually in a chair, sipping tea, looking smug. Manchu's dark eyes looked up calmly as the two thugs entered, and released the blonde informer.
"It's time you found her," Bu thundered in crisp English. "You've only had twelve hours!" he snapped. He flicked his wrist, dismissing them.
The two black belts bowed and left the room, while Shirlee stood still, one hand covering her exposed breast, trying desperately to think of what to say and how to explain her mysterious disappearance last night. Should she stamp her foot and be indignant, or was it time to make apologies?
"I slept the night in the life boat." she stammered awkwardly. "No . . . I didn't sleep, I was passed out from that drugged drink you gave me."
"Don't be absurd!" barked Kim crisply, her dark eyes flashing with something between anger and lust. "You were drunk. You couldn't hold your liquor. It's a common problem with models. You're too high strung."
"Hush!" Manchu's heavy eyebrows knitted together and he sliced the air with his hand. Both Kim and Shirlee stood at stiff attention.
"You've been drugging your models . . ." she said starchily, "And I saw what you did to S- . . ." She stopped short, realizing that she was giving herself away and that Bu Manchu was not about to cop to her emotional displays. But the words could not be retracted and she watched the two exchange glances. Manchu threw his maps aside and stood up, his barrel cheat heaving as he walked menacingly in her direction.
"Kim . . . I think our blonde haired model has been planted on our boat to observe our actions. . . those of her fellow models, too," he grunted. His eyes pierced at her. "And she's scratched the necklace I gave her and lost an earring." With a snarl, he grabbed her wrist, tearing her hand off her exposed breast and he gave it a hard tweak, pinching it painfully.
He stood close to her now, and Shirlee was more afraid than she'd ever imagined possible.
"I . . . I don't know what you're talking about," she gasped dryly. "I want you to let me off this ship immediately . . . or . . ."
"Or what, my dear? You'll call the police?"
"No . . . I wouldn't say anything," she pleaded desperately, fully cognizant now of her predicament.
He spun around on his heel, his hands held behind his back. "You won't say anything . . . ? Is that to say you have something to report?"
Shirlee tried to reason with him, wishing she'd behaved like a model as Chad Barker had suggested. "I was hired by you to model your jewelry, which I did . . . and. . ." She paused, drawing a deep breath, realizing she could not convince these people. Manchu was running his fingers lightly across her shoulder, sending a distinct shiver up and down her icy backbone. The yellow-faced demon was smiling back at her, a cruel, sinister grin, and the police informer could see the unmistakable glint of depravity in his eyes.
"For the moment, my dear, your future depends on how amicable a guest you can make yourself until our yacht begins its cruise around the Golden Triangle." He snapped his fingers. "Kim. . . start on her."
Shirlee closed her eyes, wishing she had a dose of that drugged alcohol to make her pass out right then. The adrenaline flooded in her veins, holding her stubbornly alert and very acutely aware of Manchu's intentions. Was Manchu going to try to make her kneel before him and take his massive cock into her virginal mouth the way he had done to Hiro? That was too horrifying a thought to contemplate, but it was perfectly obvious that Bu's wretched little mind had turned to sex. Instinctively, she glanced down and saw the monstrous bulge in his pants which told her that his penis was already on the rise.
"No!" she pleaded desperately, wanting to fight and scratch and claw at his face, but too stunned by the total hopelessness of her situation to move a little finger. Kim was at her side now, licking her lips, ready to begin. Shirlee slunk away from the woman's warm hands, horrified by the thought of being sexually molested by anybody . . . let alone a known murderer and his lesbian partner.
"Not a very good pose, my dear. Would you like me to call for a few of my bodyguards to take Kim's place? I'm sure they would have the strength to overcome any objections. The boys get very lonesome during these long trips and 1 could make myself very popular with them by providing them with you. Of course, they're all black belts and they might get a little tough . . ."
"Stop this! What do you want of me?" she bellowed at him in a hoarse, dramatic voice that reeked of fear as Kim's softly feminine hands drew the tattered dress down over her magnificent young body, leaving her naked except for a brief white pair of bikini panties and a ripped pair of pantyhose. Manchu glared at her for a long moment before responding.
"I would think that would be obvious by now," he remarked with a lecherous chuckle. "But since you have obviously gone to great lengths to investigate my background, let me fill in a few blank pages. I am a very wealthy man . . . and talented, and I am lucky to spend much time with women. However, most of them are borishly stupid, predictable and too moldable. Perhaps its the Mongol in me, but I prefer women with fight. I have fucked many beautiful but stupid models in the past twenty some years. I snap my fingers and they respond. It's a crashing bore, my dear."
Shirlee felt herself clenching her fists as she covered her naked breast.
"I want a woman who is beautiful but intelligent. Kim, like myself, has a penchant for blonde Westerners, and had you not behaved so stupidly last night, we might have gotten off to a better start. Take her panties off, Kim. Let me see her vagina."
Shirlee withered, but there was nothing to be won by idle resistance, and she shivered nakedly as Manchu's lesbian partner dropped to her knees and slipped the blonde girl's panties down over her luscious, lithe legs.
"Very nice," commented Manchu stepping closer and running his fingers lightly over the girl's triangle of fluffy blonde pubic curls. Shirlee's body jerked involuntarily, but Manchu continued his inspection of her. "Your body is every bit as sleek and smooth as Hiro's."
Beside him, Kim muttered something in Chinese, and slinking her long fingertips down over Manchu's pants to the zipper tab, gave it a little yank. He slapped her hand. "No . . . not yet."
Then, leading his unwilling captive to the edge of the bed, pushed her down on top of it. "You see, Shirlee, I enjoy sexual games and every woman is different. Some are meant to be fucked in the mouth, and taking a Western girl like you in the throat would be wonderful. Kim, here, enjoys it anally and needs to be hurt to enjoy it with a man." At this point, Manchu put his small but steely hands on the naked young girl's shoulders and forced her over backwards onto the bed so that her feet were still on the floor and her buttocks were resting on the edge of the mattress. "But with women like you, all those perversions are a waste of time. We'll get to those games later, and I'm anxious to put my cock in your rectum, but a woman like you deserves to be fucked in the cunt, which is where I'm headed now."
"Nooooo!" spat Shirlee recklessly, never before in her life having heard a man talk that way about sex. "Doesn't it matter to you that I don't want any of that? I don't love you . . . I don't even find you sexually appealing!"
He leered at her, sucked in a deep breath, then smiled sadistically. "There are gorgeous models who will suck me off or offer their buttocks to me for a modeling job. I've been looking for someone who is not quite so easy to convince, because when I have my cock in your cunt, making you scream in orgasm, I'll know it's precisely my masculinity that's driving you wild, not my next showing."
"You don't understand what I'm saying," she shot back at him, wondering where her courage was coming from. "I'm not going to get myself beaten up trying to fight you off when you've got a whole yacht full of black belts ready to give me a radical mastectomy. But that doesn't prove anything!!!"
Shirlee's face was hot with anger, tears welling in her amber eyes, screaming, beside herself with rage and terror, but to her surprise Manchu didn't strike her. He said nothing and smiled slowly, then muttered something to Kim who started working on his belt and slid his pants down around his ankles, revealing his long thick yellow hunk of male flesh, oozing at the tip with a pearl of pre-cum.
"That's perfect," he laughed smugly. "You will be a challenge."
Standing beside the bed, Kim asked for directions, ready to be of assistance. Shirlee was gawking at the man's massively bulging cock, her amber eyes wide in awe.
They exchanged more directives and Shirlee waited, her heart pounding in her temples while Kim quickly pulled her sarong loose and stood naked.
"It's quite a help having a female assistance with Kim's talents," Manchu informed her, settling himself on the stately bed beside her and placing his hands on her arms, pinning her to the mattress. "You will find that Kim has unusual sexual tastes."
Kim was naked, and Shirlee quickly glanced at the short but well proportioned woman who seemed in some ways to be a female version of Manchu himself. On second glance, she realized they looked alike.
"So you've noticed," smiled Manchu. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Kim is my sister . . . isn't that marvelous?"
Shirlee's jaw fell slack and she stared at the Oriental woman's breasts that were high and small, but exquisitely formed and lusciously brown. Her sinewy body moved with grace as she hastily knelt on the floor next to the bed between Shirlee's legs, pushing her thighs apart. Had the luckless young informer understood their filial interchange, she would have fought back even though it was useless, just to save her conscience. But the small Oriental woman was too fast, and by the time Shirlee understood what was to come, it was too late for anything.
"Lay still, Shirlee," she said in broken English, "and I will do the work." With that, she dropped her head seductively and ran her lips across the softly yielding flesh of Shirlee's soft upper thighs.
Shirlee's body froze as the wetly heated lips worked their way into her pubic curls. The lesbian's tongue speared out like liquid fire, agilely invading the girl's wantonly trembling young cunt. Shirlee's pelvis jerked spasmodically as she reacted to this deceptively powerful stimulation, feeling Kim lick her clitoris sensitively and then suck it up into her hot mouth, caressing it expertly with her tongue.
"No, please don't do this to me," whimpered Shirlee. Words were useless. Neither cared what she was saying or how she said it. Manchu was stretched beside her on the bed, using one hand to caress her sensitively tingling nipples and occasionally bending over with his usual sardonic chuckle to take one of the berry-like little buds between his teeth and suck at it with his tongue. Somehow, Shirlee made the assumption that he was merely waiting for his lesbian sister to tongue-fuck into such a tizzy that she would melt when he finally made his move.
But, oh god, the worst of it was the humiliation of being sprawled out, her legs spread obscenely apart with her naked virginal flesh offered up to the lesbian's tongue like some ancient Chinese sacrifice! Shirlee lay stiffly on the mattress, unable to move a muscle, as Kim slowly and torturously drew apart the fragile pink lips of her cunt with her fingers, watching it greedily for a moment and then buried the full length of her slippery tongue into the warmly throbbing walls of her pussy.
"Nooooooooooooooo noooooo! Gggggggggooo ooddddnooooooo!!!!" the futilely struggling young blonde groaned, feeling that these two sexual monsters were dragging her down into their own incestuous corruption, reducing her to the status of an animal. Her head came up off the pillow in amazement, as she looked down between the quaking mounds of her naked breasts at Kim's pink little tongue licking at her wetly throbbing vagina.
"Watch and learn. There is an old Chinese proverb that says, `He who receives must give!"
"Oh, God," she groaned again in anguish, flailing her head from side to side as Kim's tongue speared in and out of her involuntarily dilating pussy lips. Despite the humiliation, tiny whispers of pleasure were beginning to trickle through her defenseless body, and she could feel her tingling nipples becoming swollen and puckered as Manchu completed the circuit by gently nibbling and mouthing them one after the other. The smuggler was watching her intently, waiting patiently for that first giveaway sign of surrender.
Shirlee began to cry, great tears of shame flowing down her satin cheeks as she realized that there was nothing she could do but lie there and listen to the obscene wet sucking sounds Kim was making down there between her legs. She knew that the tiny sensitive sexual organ of her clitoris was bulbed with hardness, and that she could not hope to conceal much longer her arousal. Her hips quivered lustfully despite her iron determination to lie perfectly still, and she tried to concentrate on the ceiling, counting fly specks. Nothing worked. Rape . . . the letters flashed through her mind in blood red letters.
Kim was toying with her cruelly now, exploring all the sweet, untouched mysteries down there in the golden triangle of her pussy. Her sensitive prying fingers worked at the delicate flesh and then, Shirlee felt the lesbian's tongue flicker lightly over the tightly puckered hole of her anus.
That's when the blonde informer filled her lungs with air and let out in a searing scream, "Aaaaahhhh!!" She gasped again. "Nooooo!!" But Kim only emitted a muffled sigh and stabbed a second time, her obscenely caressing tongue slicking over the tight sphincter ring. Apparently sensing that she'd discovered the girl's sensitive spot, Kim carefully inched her outstretched middle finger into Shirlee's defenselessly puckering anus, forcing it steadily in as far as the first knuckle while her rapacious tongue fucked in and out of the thrashing girl informer's hotly throbbing cunt. The double impalement was the final straw, and Shirlee suddenly realized that she was losing her grip on reality. Her shamelessly aroused body jerked spasmodically as if someone were holding electrodes to it, and her hips seemed to have given up taking orders from her brain. Fight it though she did, she was well on the road to surrender, carrying the white flag of defeat.
Manchu gazed down with mixed emotions at the nakedly shuddering young girl squirming beneath him. The girl obviously was going to be a problem, because there was no way of knowing how much information she'd picked up on the yacht. If she was hidden in the lifeboat, doubtlessly she'd discovered the extra cache of maps. She was a clever girl, not terribly aware of life's cruelties, but she possessed a certain basic, lively intelligence, and she would make an interesting companion, except that she couldn't be trusted. Could he afford to let her out of his sight? Or would he have to eliminate her? That was a problem he would have to consider at some length, because the stakes in the smuggling game were high.
The Thai border guards had been cooperative, up to this point, accepting a beautiful girl now and then as bait, and charging him only a modicum price for slipping the rough jade through the border without taxation. But every time the country's political scene shifted, the chances for information on his operation leaking out did also. Security was a problem.
And that's precisely why he could use this girl. No one would expect a jade smuggler to be involved with an innocent looking blonde headed English Pollyanna such as the one stretched out on his bed. She had no criminal record and she would be nice to work with during daylight hours and nice to fuck at night, even though she had a libido that couldn't be unscrewed with a wrench . . . yet. Kim could teach her everything she needed to know about pleasing a man. From the way her voluptuous body had come alive in the last few minutes, it was obvious she harbored a hot, passionate streak in her a yard wide. Even now, being tongue-fucked by his lesbian sister, she was turning on, and Manchu stoically studied the half crazed expression which had crept onto her face. Abruptly, he decided it was time for the male Manchu to take over.
Shirlee was writhing and squirming under the mind-blowing torture of Kim's ceaselessly probing tongue, wondering how long she could take this abuse without exploding to pieces. Every time she peeked through an amber eye she saw Manchu's smooth, coarse but handsome face gazing down at her, his normally calm dark eyes widened with lust. Then, she saw him move his hand away from her reddened breast that he'd been pumping, and tapped his sister on the shoulder.
Kim raised her head, her mouth dribbling with Shirlee's cuntal juices. She looked disappointed, but she knew her place.
"Now, I'm going to fill up that sweet little vagina of yours that's been feeding my sister so deliciously." He watched Kim wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, then lick her fingers free of the sticky cum juices.
"Noooohhhhoooo!!!" Shirlee screamed, but the blonde haired girl realized how weak and helpless she was. She lay rock still as he maneuvered over her, frozen by her own conflicting emotions, her belly quivering and heaving in erotic need as she gasped desperately for air. Manchu maintained his pressure, bending over cruelly and biting the sensitive little nipple of that tortured left breast until he left two rodent-like teeth marks in it. She groaned in agony, trying to twist away, but the little man seemed to be all over her, his hands working over the delicacy of her thighs and hips, stroking her flesh tantalizingly. He bent over again, and for an instant she feared that he might bite her other nipple right off; she remembered horror stories of the conquering Mongols and in particular, their penchant for light skinned women. She prepared herself for the sharp pain, but this time he carefully licked the trembling little brown nipple, sending a twitch of unwanted pleasure racing through her betrayed young body. Instinctively, without realizing what she was doing, her hips began to grind impatiently into the yielding softness of the stateroom mattress below.
"I would say you're losing some of your Western inhibitions," he taunted sadistically, noticing the sparks of sexual arousal coming from her body. "Perhaps the uptight British are not so uptight after all?"
God, why did he have to talk like that? For some reason, his tauntings only aroused her more, and she turned her head to one side and closing her eyes, wished he would do it and get it over with. Above all, she had to hide from him all evidence of her arousal. If he could succeed in making her scream under his pillaging body, it would be the final defeat. If she surrendered, Lord only knew what other tortures lay in store for her.
"You need stretching," he complained as he thrust one pudgy finger into her seeping pussy and squirmed it around. "You are low in experience, I assume." Wasting neither time nor movements, Manchu levered up over her, using one hand to guide the hard rubbery shaft of his cock directly into the full fleshy lips of her agonized young pussy. The Oriental was getting himself excited now as the thought of raping this nakedly helpless young blonde girl took possession of his senses. Then, he watched her blonde head turn submissively to the side, as if to dispel all responsibility for her arousal and he rubbed the meaty, lubricated tip of his penis up and down her throbbing hair-lined cuntal slit, searching for the opening.
"Aaaaaggghhhh!" she muttered as he found the narrow, unstretched hole of her cunt and began to apply a little pressure.
The smuggler pushed relentlessly forward, putting the weight of his small but powerful body behind his lust hardened cock, and grinning sadistically as he watched her writhe in pain. The tip of his bulbous glans worked its way painfully past the tightly clasped opening, and penetrated her tight young cunt by brute Mongol force.
"No . . . god, you're hurting me," she bleated, putting her hands uselessly against his tawny hairless chest to push him away. It was futile, he was far too much man for her to shove away, and he obviously enjoyed making her suffer as he battered his way up into her virginal pussy.
"As Confucius would say, there's no sense in prolonging the inevitable . . . or as you Westerners would put it, beating around the bush." Releasing his solid weight on his elbows, he allowed his body to smash abruptly, crashing his chest against the cushiony softness of her breasts and simultaneously knocking the wind out of her. Defensively, Shirlee's legs splayed apart as his long thick cock rammed into her defenseless vagina. He was going in all the way this time, not stopping until his sperm filled testicles slapped obscenely against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks!
He muttered something obscene in Chinese and pulled his penis partially out and stared at the red threads from her torn hymen. "A goddamned virgin!"
"Oh, no! Oh dear God!" she whispered beneath him, too frightened to scream. The girl had never before in her entire life felt so stuffed as she was at that instant! His huge hotly pulsating penis lay sunk deep within her belly, so hard and round that she could almost feel it in the back of her throat, and her plundering virginal pussy felt as though someone had taken a scissors to it, ripping it to shreds, destroying it forever.
For a long breathless moment, neither of them moved. Kim shifted her position slightly, sprawling next to Shirlee on the bed and ran ,a cool hand over Shirlee's fevered forehead. "My brother is well hung, isn't he? You wait until he takes you in the ass!"
"Nooooohhhhhoooo!" Shirlee fell into tears, too tortured by what was happening to her at that moment to worry much about the future. Other than that, there was nothing to say, particularly since Manchu was flexing his lust thickened cock within her, deliberately trying to widen her tightly resisting cunt another few inches. Kim was inching her way closer, apparently still hot for a piece of the action, and too impatient to wait until her brother had sampled the first round.
She fumbled under the bed until she found the black box, drew out an arm-sized dildo and thrust it in Shirlee's pliant hand, forcibly wrapping the blonde girl's fingers around it. Then Kim thrust her hips forward eagerly and forced the plastic dildo up into her pussy, immediately clamping her thighs together to hold it in place.
"Oh dear God," groaned the captive blonde informer, not bothering to resist the latest perversion. "What more? What is left?"
"Plenty more," grunted Bu grimly. "Plenty more. . ."
Slowly, the merciless Oriental smuggler began to rock back and forth, driving his pulsing hardness in and out of Shirlee's painfully ravished pussy. With his Confucian philosophy, he possessed a native instinct for a woman's innermost feelings, and he sensed that the blonde girl had given up the fight. She had not even whimpered at his sister's latest perversion, and the slender yellow-skinned lesbian was going wild by his side as she forced Shirlee to fuck her with the dildo. Yes, from here on in she would be no problem at all. His penis had never failed him before, and he knew from his vast bedroom experience that it took very little to turn an innocent virgin into a raving sex maniac. He'd done it to countless models and he'd do it again!
Manchu was relying on his past record for that assumption, but he didn't know how right he was! Shirlee knew herself that the battle was lost. Even, the agonizing pain of Manchu's brutal penetration of her tender vagina had not brought her all the way down, and she was still tingling from the furious tongue lashing from Kim. Her brain was a mass of loose circuits and confusion, and she realized vaguely that she had probably not completely recovered from the drug they had dowsed in her alcohol the night before That had to be the reason for her lewd behavior . . . it had to be! No doubt they'd used some kind of Chinese aphrodisiac on her, and she remembered the pitiful sight of Sue spread eagle under Manchu's pounding penis.
The Oriental smuggler looked down at the girl he was savagely pumping into and decided that he was winning once again. Shirlee's smooth, magnificent body was twitching and jerking unconsciously, and he plastered a wet, slobbery kiss on her lips, finding to his delight that even her mouth yielded to his invasion. All of her seemed to be opening up to him. Lewdly, he plunged his hot tongue into her mouth and her tongue shyly toyed with his as low servile hums of passionate acceptance came from deep in her throat. A light fragrant layer of perspiration had beaded over her smooth forehead as his loins fucked endlessly into hers, and her nostrils flared with lust. Manchu decided it was indeed time to turn on the old Chinese charm and let her have it both barrels.
He started by shifting his position, slipping his small hands beneath the soft warm globes of her buttocks, continuing at the same time to fuck rhythmically into her. Shirlee's ass cheeks were churning and flexing in lewd delight as he fucked his lust hardened penis into her eagerly squirming cunt, and he used this new leverage to pull her tight little pussy even closer so that his long hard shaft was in direct contact with the oily little nub of her clitoris. She groaned and mumbled incoherently, almost as if she were thankful. She's ready, thought Manchu and slid his prying fingers all of the way beneath her nakedly undulating buttocks until his index finger rested lightly on the tiny puckered hole of her anus. It was tight, and he reminded himself that if on some future occasion he were to take her there, he'd better stretch her now. Besides, playing around in that forbidden playground would serve as a convincing demonstration of how low he'd brought her. If this snooty nosed English girl would accept his finger there, she would take anything anywhere, anytime!
Without warning, he slid his outstretched middle finger into her puckering anal hole quickly, catching her completely off guard, and feeling the soft rubbery flesh yield before his attack.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned, but it was not clear whether the nakedly thrashing girl was protesting or simply moaning from the increased pleasure of being twice filled. Manchu escalated by pushing a little further, working his finger around in bigger circles in her hot buttery depths to widen the opening. Slowly, he felt her outraged rectum adjust to this strange and unnatural invasion. The thought that he had completely dominated the girl lent a savage fury to the man's wild lusts, and he began to fuck her with every ounce of his smooth yellow body, caressing the moistly trembling inside walls of her rectum with his finger as he speared even more deeply into her wetly clasping young cunt.
"Oh, God!" she muttered, her long, finely tapered legs rising up on either side of him as if she were obscenely urging him to fuck her harder and deeper. In a flicker of the eyelash, Manchu realized that he was there; she was careening on the verge of cumming, and he had not even begun to really let her have it. He decided to get a head start and push her off the brink so hard that she would never forget this cum. Taking a deep breath, he stepped up his thrusts, ripping his fingers from her offended rectum and seizing her hips. The girl's loins were wide open to him now and the air echoed with the sound of one pile-driving thrust after another as his long penis rammed into her blonde curled pussy. Shirlee's face was so twisted and contorted with lust that her own mother would not have recognized her, and Manchu felt that his cock would explode if he didn't loosen the pressure soon. Neither of them were paying any attention to poor neglected Kim who was still fucking herself with the plastic dildo clamped in Shirlee's imprisoned hand. The forgotten lesbian suddenly began sobbing under the effect of her lonely passion, but neither her brother nor Shirlee turned to watch her expression as she came in one powerful orgasm.
"I . . . I . . ." gulped Shirlee, not knowing what the appropriate expression was for this blissful feeling.
"Say it!" Manchu barked, wanting to hear it from her lips.
"I'm cummmming . . . cummming!" the lust crazed girl chanted mindlessly, her hips bucking up against Manchu's body with that strange physical power which sweeps over a woman's body at the moment of sexual ecstasy.
The jade designer, all grunts and groans and perspiration, felt the warmness of her cunt as she flowered open to him like a lotus touched by the morning sun and the hot gushes of sticky orgiastic fluid flowed from her womb like rain. The fragile lips of her vagina were trying to milk him dry, and the man realized that he, too, was at the end of his rope. Shirlee's sweet breath was coming in short desperate gasps as he felt his own hot sperm suddenly gather deep in his testicles and explode outward. The steamy cum rushed the full length of his wildly ejaculating cock and burst into the depths of her womb, combining joyously with the warm orgiastic fluids generated by her own frenzied body.
Suddenly, the dizziness passed, and Shirlee's body went rag-limp, her legs splaying out obscenely as if there were no more modesty left in the world and she no longer cared who saw her and in what position. As was his habit, Manchu leaned forward to kiss her gently on her parted lips.
Abruptly, the blonde informer turned her head away, her eyes tight with disgust.
"Murderer!" she spat. "Smuggler! Rapist!" Slowly, Manchu withdrew his deflated penis from her seeping vagina, streaking a sticky thread of their cum across her thigh as he lifted himself up. He hated to do it . . . but she was going to have to be eliminated