Chapter 7
The skies over Hong Kong hung pregnantly with springs storms when the captain of The Emerald revved up its four engines for the journey over the South China Sea, sailing around the Golden Triangle up to the Gulf of Thailand to dock near Bangkok.
Below, in a darkened stateroom lit by a dim oval of late afternoon skies, slow labored breathing mingled with lingering musky scent of sex. Sue's naked tawny body lay on a rumpled bed like a discarded toy, and an arm stretch away the English informer snored catatonically, one long white leg dangling over the side of the bed in a drugged stupor. Needle marks, fresh and still oozing with scarlet droplets of blood, dotted the insides of their elbows.
For three days they would remain in that drugged stupor, until The Emerald had entered Bangkok through the Gulf of Thailand and anchored there while Bu, Kim and the hostages remained behind and the bodyguards headed on up the Pai River with the empty steamer trunks, ready to load up the loot.
On the upper deck Bu and his lesbian sister Kim watched the third day of storm clouds amass in rumbling darkness in the ocean skies. They were concerned about more than the weather.
"It's a shame that beautiful and intelligent women are difficult to find in the Orient, and when I do locate them, I hate to kill them, but that English girl will have to go." Manchu reached out to steady his sister as The Emerald listed unexpectedly on the darkened sea. The winds had been of hurricane velocity of late and that made Manchu slightly nervous and jittery. They had to reach Bangkok to make their contact with the Karenni thugs by a certain day or the deal was off.
"It's my guess the girl is an informer," put in Kim, regaining her balance, her knuckles white from clutching onto the rail. "She called you a smuggler, Bu. I don't know where she got that murder business, and she must have seen us filing Sue for the clip we sent to the border patrol."
"She knows too much," he said flatly and decisively. "I hate to let such a lovely one die . . . before I have another turn at her. Have the steward prepare her."
The girl was still naked, her body flapping limply back and forth like a corpse in stormy waters when the steward threw her over his shoulder and dumped her on the bed in Manchu's stateroom. She thudded on the hard mattress and bounced twice, the springing her eyelids open. Shirlee glanced up sharply, realizing that she was glad to be conscious again . . . at least she knew she was alive.
"How are you feeling my dear?" Manchu smiled suavely at her. "Perhaps a bit of sleep improved your disposition . . . ?"
Shirlee simply stared at them, uncertain what she should say; then, too, her mind wasn't in proper working order. Plus she was frightened by her dire situation and upset by the way these two maniacs had made her respond. Two days had passed since Manchu had ravished her body, and though their drugs had numbed her senses, her stupidity at labeling him a smuggler stuck close to her hazed memory. It was that dreadfully powerful orgasm that had temporarily blurred her senses.
"Wha . . . what do you two want from me?" she quivered, crossing her legs instinctively and covering her nakedly upthrust breasts with her tiny hands . . . a feeble attempt at best.
"Before we reach Burma, we'd like to get to know you better, since you know so much about us. The question is, how do you know these things?"
"I . . . I. . . ." It seemed to be a bad idea to reveal precisely how much she knew at this point and Shirlee stalled for time.
"Ask her about the control room," Kim nudged her brother. "The door must have been open and she could have walked right in and seen the screens. Stupid of me to leave it open."
"Yes . . . very stupid," agreed Bu disgustedly. Manchu nodded grimly and returned his attention to the naked girl sitting on his bed.
"Beautiful and intelligent . . . So you saw our video set-up? Fine quality, don't you agree? There are four cameras mounted in this room all connected with a recorder. Thanks to Japanese ingenuity, we have some revealing films of our models which we will send to the Thai border patrol for a preview."
Shirlee's curiosity blurted out of her mouth in an incriminating: "What for?" Now they were onto her. Good show, she rebuked herself; nothing like sticking your foot in your mouth!
"Once we get to the Thai border you'll find out."
"What do you want of me?"
Manchu grinned evilly, a menacing grin which sent shivers down the girl's back. Kim was standing in front of her now, wearing a sarong which pulled open with one tug of the fingers, and while Shirlee waited for the answer, the lesbian slowly undid the wrap-around and stepped free of it. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure out what this incestuous twosome had planned for her.
"We will have the video cameras rolling," Bu informed her. "And we want you to show the Thai border patrol what a meek one you are."
"I . . . I don't want any more sex!" she begged sincerely. "Please, no more sex!"
"Don't be scared. I have the impression you enjoyed our last session. I distinctly remember you cumming. Didn't you cum, or did you fake it for my sake?" he put in caustically.
His cruel mockery irked her, yet there was nothing she could do but sit and take it. Shirlee took a deep breath and conceded to her fate.
"Okay, okay . . . so you made me climax, but that's merely mechanics. Sex is for people in love, and I don't like these perversions!"
"Ah, but perversions are to sex what ginger and soy sauce are to Chinese cooking," Manchu informed her blandly. "It's too bad you aren't a man-then you could appreciate how lovely you two naked women look together. I would like to see you closer. Lie down, Kim!"
The submissive lesbian sister was visibly trembling with emotion as she stretched herself out on the bed next to the frightened blonde English girl who was five inches taller and every bit as frightened as her Oriental counterpart was excited. Shirlee noticed immediately that Kim's puffy brown nipples were getting puckery and the woman's glossy black haired pussy was moist. What kind of performance were these incestuous smugglers expecting of her? Should she fight, or would they stick another needle in her arm and drug her into submission? Kim flipped around on the bed so that she was upside down next to Shirlee, and Manchu pushed the young blonde informer down on her side so that they were in the classic sixty-nine position.
"Kim was nice enough to prepare you for me yesterday, now you be a good little girl and suck her off. There's nothing that delights me more than the sight of my sister getting hot over a woman," he announced. "Ever done this before, Shirlee? You'll learn fast enough, and if you don't we have methods. Now get to it!"
Her head thundering with confusion and repulsion, Shirlee felt Kim pushing her unresisting thighs apart, and her body jerked as the snaky tongue speared lewdly into the sensitive inner folds of her cunt. They had been all through this routine once before . . . how many days ago? and Shirlee already knew precisely what was expected of her. These people had somehow discovered a deeply buried masochistic streak of dormant sexuality in her, something hidden far beneath the surface of her conscious self. And they would explore that perverse need to be tortured and humiliated, turning her from a pompous, steely-nerved informer to a sordid sex fiend who would turn on to men and women at the snap of a finger.
As Kim's stabbing tongue teased her tickling vaginal flesh, Shirlee looked at the moistly dilated pussy shivered only a few inches from her nose. The scent from Kim's body was warm and fragrant as lotus blossoms, and the lips of her cunt were swollen and visibly trembling, begging to be kissed. Watching the sensuous outlines of that darkly inviting vaginal hole and knowing that Manchu would make her go through with this whether she wanted to or not, the girl bent slightly forward and ran her lips over the tiny pink button of Kim's clitoris and tasted the sweetness of the other woman's cunt.
"Ahhhhhh!" a sigh whispered from down between her own legs as Kim paused long enough to mutter out her thanks for this much needed kiss.
"You've had plenty of time to recuperate, Shirlee," Bu said ominously. "You will please my sister or I'll screw you in the ass while my crew takes turns with your cunt. Are there any questions?"
No questions! He had mentioned anal sex before, and there was something in the tone of his voice that convinced her he was serious. Certainly, any man who whopped off women's breasts with a karate chop was capable of anal rape. Shirlee hesitated no longer. If preventing anal rape meant having oral sex with this woman, then she would do it . . . gladly.
Then, too, the other woman's wetly glistening black fringed pussy was somewhat fascinating, from a cultural point of view. She had never seen one up close like this before, and Shirlee pushed her fingers exploringly into the rich dark pubic hair, caressing the Oriental woman's clitoris. Shirlee took a second look and immediately understood why Kim was oversexed. Lord, the size of her clitoris was long as a baby's thumb, red and pulsating with sexual electricity! To the touch it felt warm and soft and she could hear the Chinese woman sigh with happiness every time she touched it. Summing up her courage, Shirlee pushed Kim's yellow satiny thighs apart and wedged her blonde head in between her outstretched legs, running her tongue lewdly over the quivering pinkness of the throbbing cuntal lips. She clamped her rosy lips firmly around the sexually-sensitive tip of her clitoris and began to suck, tasting the piquant liquids of another woman for the first unforgettable time.
Instead of being disgusting, it was really quite easy. Kim was furiously tongue-lashing her own pulsating pussy, and the orgiastic scent wafting from the lesbian's body seemed to drive her higher and higher into a red mist of wild lust. Shirlee knew in some sane portion of her clouded mind that these criminals were getting through to her once again, that this surrender would make it that much more difficult for her to resist them in the future, but somehow at this point the logic of her situation seemed to reversed. What difference did it make? If they ordered her to resort to lesbianism to maintain her private rights on her rectum, then so be it! Anything but anal sex!
She threw herself into the perversion, almost reveling in the wickedness and obscenity of what she was doing. Once she pictured Chad Barker sitting in his office chair, chastising her for sleeping around for the facts. Lord, that seemed insignificant! Inching forward, she slid her long flickering tongue deeply into Kim's naked pussy, feeling the delicately trembling walls of the Chinese woman's cuntal hole quivering with excitement. The taste was strong, though aromatic, and Shirlee began to lick and suck with all her might, driving her tongue repeatedly into the woman's clasping vagina, and brushing her pouty lower lip over the woman's clitoris in one smooth stroke.
From Manchu's point of view, the two women had both gone totally crazy, and he felt his penis swelling powerfully. Foreplay had never appealed to him, and that's why having a younger sister like Kim was an asset to his business. When the moment was right, he would move in with his cock in hand and finish the job off. Shirlee would be ready any second now, and Bu marveled at the hot streak of lust which his sister had sparked in the snooty nosed English girl. And of course, Kim was ready in the flicker of an eyelash. Now the two of them were eating each other like there was no tomorrow.
Bu watched his sister quiver violently, and he knew she was ready to explode into an orgasm. His sister could cum faster and harder than any human being he had ever seen, and sometimes he had to envy her for that quality. Everything turned her on and she could turn anything on . . . hers was a perfect synergistic relationship with the world. Bu watched Kim's slender body go rigid as the spasm swept over her.
"Ah . . . ah . . . ah!" she murmured in a moment of ecstasy. Bu felt his iron hard cock throb with avid desire, and he knew what he wanted and to hell with promises! Shirlee's smooth tempting buttocks were right in front of him, and he suddenly was overcome by the lecherous desire to go ahead and take her there . . . even if she had fulfilled her end of the bargain! Why should he hold back? Since when did Bu Manchu ever hold back from what he wanted? Shirlee was his prisoner, and even the police didn't know where she was. Her defenseless naked body was his toy.
The two women were still tongue fucking each other like battery operated toys gone berserk, but Manchu levered himself up next to Shirlee's warm body and unzipped his pants to free his restless and complaining penis. The scarlet tip of his cock had swelled into an awesome size, and he rammed it between Shirlee's soft warm buttocks, wanting to catch her off guard before she had a chance to offer any serious resistance. Fighting his way into that tight little asshole would be a chore enough without having to wrestle with her at the same time.
Shirlee was not Shirlee any longer, but some raving lesbian trembling on a brink of a lesbian orgasm when she felt Manchu's warmly pulsating hardness slide between her soft ass cheeks. The potential orgasm passed immediately as fear stuck its hot finger into her naked body. The bastard . . . the lying bastard, he was going to take her there anyway! She had followed his instructions . . . that she knew because Kim was still writhing and groaning her way through a soul-shattering orgasm. She should have known better than to trust a murderous smuggler. Now she had cause to fight him!
Shirlee whirled around on the bed, flailing out with her elbows and striking Manchu as hard as she could in the head. She knew that to fight with an ex black belt was foolish, but her only hope was to kick and scream and scratch until he considered it too much trouble to pursue.
"Noooo!!!" she shrieked hysterically, raking her long fingernails through his naked chest and leaving red bleeding claw marks behind.
"Kim! Grab her!" ordered Bu, thrown temporarily off-balance by the sudden fury of Shirlee's attack and by erratic off-balance of the stormy seas and gigantic waves that bounced The Emerald around like a cork. The boat tumbled again, rocking dangerously to starboard, and Kim slid off the bed onto the floor, still confused by the violent interruption of the sweetest orgasm she could remember. Manchu rose unsteadily to his feet, his mouth twisted in a tiger like snarl, confronting the angry girl. He tried to throw his muscular body on top of her to pin her down, but Shirlee reacted with the brute jungle instinct of an animal, lashing out with one foot that caught him in the groin, smashing his cum swollen balls back against his thigh in one gnashing movement.
"Aaaahhhh!" Bu screamed in pain as Shirlee picked up a vase and hurled it at him, adding insult to injury as the porcelain caught him in the genitals, doubling him over immediately with agony. Manchu had been quite unprepared for this kind of assault from a timid English girl, but he had not made his way to the top of Hong Kong's smuggling business by being meek and forgiving. With a groan of rage, he ricocheted off a bulkhead and intercepted Shirlee as she sprinted for the cabin door, slamming her cruelly to the listing floor with one fast sweep of his arm.
"Damn little bitch!" he muttered as the girl. writhed on the floor, her eyes rolling back in her head, so far out of her mind that she was willing to continue the battle against all odds. "Get the crew, Kim. Before we dock in Bangkok, I'm going to give this girl a lesson in cock sucking before the Thai border gets their hands on her!"
The Emerald heaved itself over the restless Gulf of Thailand, not far from Bangkok where The Emerald would dock and make contact with the Karenni forces and head up the Pai River to Wai Phu Long where the jade would be ushered across the Thai border.
Staggering to her feet, Kim pushed an alarm button behind the door. Still groggy from her violent break for freedom, Shirlee found herself being hauled roughly to her feet and thrown out of the cabin and down the corridor to the afterdeck where only a week ago she'd been sipping cocktails!
Three black belts arrived in double time to the afterdeck, and the stoic faced men showed no particular surprise at seeing their boss dragging the screaming, kicking blonde out into the chilling open air even in the middle of this nasty weather. The three black belts had traveled with Manchu for five years, and by now nothing raised their eyebrows.
"What do you want, boss?" one of the men yelled as Manchu hurled the naked girl onto the deck at their feet.
"She needs to be loosened up a bit, and I want it done right now," the vicious smuggler shouted, rage plainly audible in his voice. "I want one cock down her throat, one in her cunt, and one up her asshole." Manchu spun on his heel and disappeared.
Sprawled nakedly on the deck beneath the three cut-throat black belts, Shirlee realized with a deadening sense of despair that it was probably all over with for her now. She had failed at fighting off one man . . . how could she possibly survive three?
"What a lovely sight," mocked the tallest and meanest of the three, as soon as the furious Chinese criminal had disappeared down the corridor, banging doors as he went.
"He gave me the order, so I'm taking first choice."
Shirlee shook her head, clinging to the deck as the ocean-going yacht pitched recklessly on the white-capped gulf waters. The man who'd been speaking was bald-headed with enormous biceps and a tiny waist.
"What are you going to do to her?" asked a shorter and surprisingly kind-faced man next to him. "Why rough her up? I don't want that kind of responsibility on my head."
Shirlee got to her hands and knees and gazed at the three thugs, somehow thinking that at least one of them would have mercy on her, that they would be a kind-hearted, decent man who would protect her from the maddened Bu Manchu. One glance at the tall man's snarling face erased all hopes, as he slowly undid his belt, grinning evilly at her and moved to stand in front of her.
"The boss said a cock in the mouth," he grunted cruelly. "That's my little present to you. Take it out!"
Shirlee looked up at him blankly, hardly capable of believing that life could have become so difficult at such an early age. She looked at his calloused hands and watched with dumb misery as he did a karate chop in the air, letting out a snarling grunt as he sliced the foggy atmosphere.
"Aaaggghhh!" she sang out in expectant pain as the hand stopped a deadly quarter inch from her neck, speeding through the air like a guillotine blade. She jumped forward, knowing that next time she wouldn't be so lucky.
"Crawl over here," he motioned to the fearfully kneeling girl, unbuttoning his fly and producing a long flaccid cock which dangled obscenely before her fear widened eyes. Shirlee had learned enough about the Manchu brand of sex in the past few days to know precisely what this man had in mind. He was going to force her to suck his cock and make it hard for him, and then he was going to fuck her helpless mouth the same way Manchu had fucked Hiro. The very notion sickened her, but the man was raising his hammer-like hand again, and she crawled submissively forward, deciding there was no point in losing her head for the sake of pride. She would end up doing precisely what he wanted in the end anyway, and she could save herself a beating by surrendering before he used his hand. Was this how the other model had lost her breast? Shirlee shivered.
The three men were crowded around her now, running their rough calloused hands all over her cruelly exposed body, totally ignoring the raging gulf around them. Two sets of hands were pinching and bruising her and a third set was gently stroking her smooth naked flesh like a child petting a whimpering baby kitten. At least somebody could see her agony! The first bodyguard stepped forward, a coldly sadistic smile on his broad Mongolian features, and before she knew it, his hands were at her lips, forcing her jaws apart and forcing the length of his steadily hardening penis into her throat. She could see nothing now but his penis, and her field of vision was restricted to his loins, his sperm-filled testicles and the two black tufts of pubic hair on either side of his long blunt instrument.
"Either you start sucking or I give you a chop on the neck," he grunted in Raj English. What did it matter? If they wanted her to fuck, she would fuck; if they wanted her to suck, she would suck. Vaguely, as she opened her mouth, she remembered the naive thoughts she had conjured up while watching Bu abuse Hiro in this same vile way. What had she promised herself? That she would never never allow a man to degrade her like this, and now it was happening in three-D color!
The black belt's hips jerked forward and the deed was done. His warmly pulsating hardness was in her mouth, and she could feel the huge rubbery glans sliding smoothly across her tongue towards the back of her throat and down her esophagus. The taste was strong and pungent, and she could feel his rigid shaft of flesh trembling with excitement. It suddenly occurred to her that it had been several days since this man had fucked a woman, and he was probably about to explode with lustfulness. In fact, there were already tiny droplets of sperm oozing from the turgid glans, lubricating his passage as he skewered his way deliberately towards the back of her throat. The man was holding her in his steely grip, his hands clasped on either side of her blonde hair, and she could hear him grunt with animalistic pleasure as the meaty tip of his penis pushed lewdly into the back of her cruelly stretched throat.
It was a provocative scene, even though the setting was all wrong. The brutal invasion of a young woman's virginal mouth should have been taking place in a plush bedroom with Montavanni playing in the background. Instead, the girl was kneeling nakedly and slavishly on the bare polished boards of a yacht, surrounded by a coterie of three thug black belts. One of the other two black belts was stroking himself as he watched his friend's bloated penis fuck into the face of the beautiful blonde. He had a finger already inserted in her warmly flowing young cunt, still moist and dilated from her sordid lesbian session with Kim. He had already chosen his point of entry and was simply waiting his turn, killing time by pinching and twisting the small buds of her nipples into hardness. The third man, the handsome one, seemed strangely aloof, and if Shirlee had dared to raise her head and look into his face, she would have been shocked to have seen the kindness there, a kind of Buddha-like compassion.
Shirlee could feel everything, but somehow the thought that she was being criminally degraded and humiliated made very little difference to her at this point. She was thinking about surviving, trying to calculate every move on the basis of whether or not it helped her to stay alive. Actually her mind was wandering, jumping erratically from thought to thought as if she were drugged. She had no idea how to perform oral sex on a man, really, but she had watched Kim teach Hiro, and the lesson was indelibly printed upon her mind. She wanted to get this disgusting task over with as soon as possible, and that meant coaxing him into cumming. There was no other way.
She sucked him in earnest now, using her hands the way Kim had, holding the man's sperm inflated testicles in one hand while she stroked the broad shaft of his hotly throbbing cock with the other. Licentiously, her tongue roamed over the wet, lubricated head of his cock, and experimentally she teased him by poking the tip of her tongue into the tiny open slit at the end. She could feel him already trembling and knew that he was going to cum soon. It would mean that his hot bubbling sperm would rush out of his body into her forever defiled throat, but somehow the thought no longer bothered her. The important thing was to endure it!
Her head was bobbing furiously up and down now as she struggled desperately to finish her task, sucking like a woman possessed to draw all the semen out of his body while the man grunted and twisted above her. Behind her, out of sight, she could feel the other man becoming progressively more restless.
"Come on, Sam," urged one. "Shoot it into her and let's get on with some real fucking." His accent was heavy Chinese.
"Don't wait, then. Go ahead and fuck her!" gasped the black belt, now fucking his saliva coated penis in and out of the girl's cock filled mouth, obviously caring very little whether he strangled or choked her.
The second black belt nodded in agreement and began running his lips hungrily down over the smoothness of Shirlee's naked back until he arrived at the crevice of her buttocks. His fingers went further, curling between the girl's tightly clenched half-moons and rummaging lewdly up between her thighs. First he moistened his middle finger by dipping it into the wetness of her cunt and then quickly transferred it to her tiny hopelessly puckering anus, teasing her unmercifully as he prodded her for the slightest sign of weakness.
The young woman jerked convulsively forward as she felt the man's outstretched finger worming its way into the depths of her offended rectum, but the motion only served to lodge the rigid cock deeper in her desperately gulping throat. She murmured in protest as the man behind her dug deeper and deeper, but the black belt was going wild now, plunging past the tight oval of her lips in a desperate attempt to make himself cum.
The tormented girl could feel the cock throbbing heatedly against the smooth moist insides of her mouth and forced herself to recognize the bitter truth about her predicament. This was it. He was going to cum in her throat and then while she was gagging and swallowing his hot sticky semen they were going to throw her forward on her belly and violate the virginal little hole of her rectum.
The black belt groaned terribly as if he were in pain and gripped her head with hands of steel, making sure that she could not escape him now at the crucial moment. His long thick cock began to jerk convulsively, and suddenly, hot streams of jetting cum splashed against the back of her throat. Shirlee gulped automatically, sensing that it was this or choke to death as the gushing wet sperm squirted hotly into her throat. Unconsciously, she clamped her lips tightly around his jerking penis, sucking him with all her might, driven on by the irrational thought that the longer she sucked his cock, the longer it would be before the man behind got to stab into her tortured anus with his lust stiffened rod.
"Come on, let's get her inside," urged the man who'd been plundering her vagina, catching hold of a guard rail as the yacht lurched suddenly to port, caught in the crest of a wave. The Emerald seemed to shake itself dry and then ploughed steadily ahead as a little sea water washed over the afterdeck and Shirlee felt the spray wash over her heated body. The sea seemed warmer than she had thought.
Suddenly the black belt yanked his fingers free of her anus, rising steadily to his feet. "Let's take her inside where we can have fun with her tight little ass," he chortled.
There snapped a bright moment of clarity in Shirlee's mind as she knelt submissively on the moist deck with the black belt's slowly deflating penis in her mouth. Bu Manchu was never going to let her go. She knew far too much about his jade smuggling operation, and he had mutilated other women for far less. He had thrown her to his sex-starved sailors like a man throws a beef bone to a pack of starving wolves. And when she had been violated and abused every way possible, and she no longer amused his bodyguards, someone would give her a karate chop in the neck and that would be that. All that sucking and fucking for nothing . . .
"Come on," the harsh voice struck her ears. "You're going with me." The burly man took her arm and hoisted her to her feet just as a big wave hit The Emerald, rocking the big yacht. The deck tilted to a forty-five degree angle, and the three bodyguards all grabbed for the nearest solid object, but Shirlee wiggled free. Suddenly, she was slipping and with a scream was falling across the tilted deck and plunging over the railing to the lower deck where she landed on top of the lifeboat and then all went black.
"She's gone and jumped into the water just when I was about to get her in the ass," complained the second bodyguard, pulling up his pants.
The third black belt wasn't so certain of Shirlee's fate; he scurried down to the lower deck and rescued her bruised unconscious body just as a killer wave washed over the lifeboat, inundating it with water until the canvas floated on top. Deftly, he slung her naked body over his shoulder and ran for his cabin.