Chapter 5
"W-who are you?" The two blonde haired young women stared at each other through dazed eyes, rather like a baby catching its reflection in a mirror and unable to comprehend the similarity of appearance.
The naked lightbulb dangling like an omnipresent cycloptic eye blinded Jan momentarily and wearily she blinked, squinting to focus on the apparition sitting huddled in a corner of the dank basement that smelled heavily of musk and exotic nose twitching herbs. "Wh-what are you doing here?" she bleated at last, trying to make sense out of the crazy turn of events that were hastily leading to a frightening denouement.
She had been sitting in a booth in the restaurant above and had excused herself to go to the ladies room. Upon leaving the stall, she had encountered Kim who for some unexplainable reason had turned suddenly viciously, and with one powerful karate maneuver had cornered Jan, opened the basement door and shoved her down the steps. Certainly the sound of her scream should have turned the heads of one of the Chinese waiters scurrying about the restaurant like cats. But no... her scream had died in the catacombs of this foul-smelling basement.
She wore an egg-sized bruise on her forehead now and her right knee throbbed from the bounce down the steps.
"Wh-what are they going to do with us?" Joanne choked. "Why d-did she kidnap us? Ohhh..." Her voice broke out into a wail of despair. "I'll never see Joe again!" A loud sniff broke the silence.
Jan drew a deep breath, her eyes raking over the confines of the cellar piled high with boxes and fouled from the garbage cans sit-ting in the corner near the door. "First we've got to get ourselves together... we-we can't let her scare us." Kicking off her high heeled shoes, she levered her lithe weight against a pile of boxes and shoved them against the wall. With the glaring light it was impossible to see if any windows, street level, could provide escape.
"Forget it," bleated Joanne after the curly-haired captive had sweated and grunted under her labors. "There aren't any windows... I already checked."
"Great," said Jan flatly. "Nice time to tell me." With the back of her hand she wiped the sweat from her satin forehead. "Now what... you got any ideas?"
Joanne sniffled. "No. Oh God, I just want to get back to Joe." Then her saddened blue eyes lifted to stare into Jan's glassy ones. "What if I never see him again...? What if... if they send us away on one of those boats and make us d-do awful things and-and sell us!"
"Oh, stop," sighed Jan tiredly. "There's got to be a way out."
Then, both heads turned toward a creaking sound in the middle of the basement wall. The women exchanged a fevered glance and then fell into each other's arms. The wall was opening up before them like a scene out of a Dracula movie. It scraped on its hinges and in the deep shadows a figure emerged. The women blinked at the svelte body of Kim Moon standing there in golden-skinned elegance, her tight black silk dress elongating the slim curves of her modelesque body. "One at a time, girls, and don't give me any problems," she said crisply, her dark eyes dancing with the light of the bulb creating dramatic shadows over her face. "You..." she pointed to Joanne. "You first... come with me."
"No..." Joanne clung needfully to Jan's shivering body the weight of her nearly toppling Jan over on the boxes. "I won't, go! I won't go!" She buried her face in Jan's bosom and wept while behind her the clack of high heels on cement echoed ominously in her ears. Abruptly hands, too strong for a female but too soft for a male, grabbed her by the arm and tore her off of Jan's body like a band-aid being stripped from raw flesh.
"You little idiot! I wouldn't make a scene if I were you!" hissed Kim through clenched teeth. Then, with a crisp maneuver, she grabbed the girl by the arm, flung her over her shoulder and in the next bat of an eyelash, had pinned her to the floor. Joanne stared up at her captor with wild, incredulous eyes. "You will come with me, you little cunt, and don't make a fuss or we'll have to get rough!" Slowly, Kim rose to her feet and stood victoriously with one high heel gouging into her captive's belly. She applied pressure.
Joanne sobbed pathetically as she lay supine on the cement floor, her body wracking with terror. "Stop... oh stop! That hurts!" The heel dug deeper into the girl's stomach, her head thrashing from side to side in a spray of blonde waves. "Okay..." she managed to cough at last. "I'll go..."
The girl rose unsteadily to her feet while the Chinese torturer stood at guard and a fearful gasp caught in Jan's throat as she watched her fellow captive being led through the strange portal into the darkness beyond.
"You're right you'll go," hissed Kim, grabbing the young wife's arm and wrenching it behind her back, shoved her through the door.
Joanne stepped into a room thick with smoke and the heady scent of incense. Her blue eyes gaped at the strangely furnished interior of a small, thickly carpeted room set off with beaded glass curtains from another room beyond. There was no natural lighting except for a softly filtered light whose watt-age could barely widen one's pupils. On one of the bunk racks, her terrified blue eyes fell on a pot-bellied Chinese man with a water pipe hanging from his lax lips; beside him knelt a lavishly dressed Oriental girl stroking his belly and holding the pipe for him, occasionally striking a match to relight the contents of the pipe. The air above him was tendrilled with smoke.
"Oh God... what... where am I?" choked the captive tourist. Slowly, her dizzied head turned to stare her abductor in the eye. "Please... I don't want to be-"
"Forget it," snapped Kim. "Forget what you were, because from now on this is your life."
"Noooooo!"
From the other room Jan heard the wail of a tortured soul and a shiver goosebumped the length of her bumpy spine. She swallowed tightly, feeling her stomach knot with apprehension and dread. Jan swung around in the deep dampness of the cellar. There had to be a way out! There had to! Again the pitiful wail from the room beyond scorched her brain as she heard the cry of her fellow captive. Furtively, Jan stole toward the door that looked onto the brothel adjoining the den and in the haze of smoke and soft light, she caught sight of the blonde haired tourist and the slim silhouette of Kim. Suddenly a third figure entered the scene and plopped lazily into a chair.
"I see you found me one," Jan heard the man say.
Plastering herself to the door jam, the British beauty's blue eyes peeked around the frame to get a good look at the man who somehow seemed responsible for her abduction. Her throat tightened at the sight of the turtle-faced man with his flabby jowls and piggish, beady eyes that burned over the body of Joanne who stood trembling before him like an errant slave about to receive punishment from her master.
Kim stood aside Joanne, a firm grip holding the young woman's arm in a vice. "Shall I take her dress off?" she asked simply. as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and the hidden spying captive watched as Ben Chow smiled slowly in consent.
Joanne's long blonde hair flung about in a wild thrash of the head and one last brave at-tempt to free herself from the malicious woman holding her captive. "Nooo... you can't... please, no!"
Whack!
Jan reeled from the sound of flesh striking flesh and cowered into the shadows at the soft wail of pain hissing from her friend's lips.
"You will cooperate!" Kim threatened.
"No! I c-can't!"
Whack!
The next peek around the door frame revealed the sight of the lovely tourist kneeling on the floor, her arms pinioned above her head while Kim worked at the zipper at the back of her modest jersey dress. She was ripping the garment from the girl's body as if it were so much tissue paper.
"Get her naked," came the command from the fat Chinese sitting paunchily in the chair. His air was one of casual arrogance, obviously a man who rejected refusal. With the arch of her foot, Kim struck at the girl's knees throwing her off balance. Her chin struck the floor and she lay supine weeping. Bending down on her haunches, Kim's deft hands went to work on the clasp of Joanne's lace brassiere. Kim, practiced in the art of instant undress, had the girl stripped naked in seconds flat, maneuvering the girl's body like a rubber doll-moving an arm this way, a leg that. And through the humiliating ritual, Joanne went numb, letting her body comply to the heinous demands of the ravenous pair.
Ben Chow moved in quickly, standing so close to the alabaster-skinned beauty that Jan could see that they were almost exactly the same height. Joanne appeared to be taller because of her sensual slimness and in her stupefied trance she neither moved nor flinched as the piggish man put his hands on the small mounds of her strawberry-tipped breasts. The girl lifted blurred, liquidy blue eyes to stare transfixed into her tormenter's orbs. It was obvious to Jan that the girl had momentarily lost any semblance of self will. As the light fell on Joanne's naked pubic region, Jan could see the girl's blonde pussy hair, curly and thick as a miniature jungle, inches away from the significant bulge in Chow's pants which suggested the man was highly aroused by the naked presence of this young, fair-skinned beauty. It also announced his intentions and her own fate, Jan swallowed tightly.
"You will work for me." Chow said in a soft, clear voice. "You will be under Kim's auspices... you will never dare disobey her demands. Is that understood?"
Demands? What kind of demands were these, evil people referring to? For a moment, she thought, perhaps Joanne's fears of white slave trade were not that unfounded. The girl nodded at Kim silently, all fight in her gone.
"I want to see how good you are with your mouth," said Chow instructively, placing his hands on her soft white shoulders and gently forcing her to her knees. A knowing look glinted in Kim's snappy eyes and she crouched down next to the naked girl like a mistress of ceremonies or an expert nurse assisting a delicate operation, her hands reaching out to undo the zipper on Chow's pants as if she had been through this obscene procedure many times before and knew precisely how best to do it.
Jan found herself shivering with emotion as she realized that the three of them were about to enact a lewd sex scene, careless that another might be watching. Indeed, Jan did not really want to watch what was going to happen next, her suspicions of their intent ripened by the incident with Paul earlier that evening. Unfortunately, she had little choice in the matter. Trapped in a cellar with no where to escape, she was rooted to the spot. She watched filled with a sense of horrified fascination as Kim deftly opened the front of Chow's pants, exposing the full length of his hugely swollen penis, already fully erect and pulsing with excitement.
The blonde-haired beauty cowering in the shadows gasped with alarm, remembering how she had cringed into the bed when Paul had stripped his loins naked and wagged his blood-fed penis in front of her eyes only to-Oh, God and now this evil, cruel man was about to defile the blonde haired tourist in the same unholy fashion. While she watched! And Chow's cock was thick and long, appearing so thick in that slender sliver of light, that Jan wondered how a woman's hand could barely fit around it.
That Chow had no intention of making love to the girl in a normal fashion was obvious. He was going to violate her mouth, going to force that monstrous shaft of yellowed meat between the tourist's soft lips and pump it vilely into the back of her throat. Empathy ran rampant, in Jan's veins. Men were such animals!
It was disgusting!
"Now, my Western beauty, I want you to show me how well you can suck cock. Do you understand what I'm saying?" he barked into the horrified, passive features of the lushly-bodied young woman. "Kim will show you how I like to have it done and if you learn how to do it well, we will treat you well... we will never force you into satisfying more than ten men per night... and you can have as much opium as you wish. If you fail to please me, you will be treated with little patience and less tolerance..."
Joanne offered no protest. She stood statuesque, the ripe swells of her small breasts quivering with chilling fear, the warm swells of her hips and thighs silhouetted in the warm glowing light suffusing the dark room.
In a cat-like movement, Kim leaned for-ward past Joanne, taking the huge sac of Chow's hairless testicles in one hand and his potently throbbing penis in the other. Like many Chinese, the man was not circumcised and the panther-bodied, golden-skinned woman expertly pushed back the thick sheath of his richly hued skin, exposing the naked bulb of his cock head. Jan sucked in her breath in a heavy gasp as her eyes leveled on the electrical tension in the room beyond. To close her eyes and stop up her ears was her first response, but a powerful curiosity demanded that she absorb every lewd detail. That she was watching a preview of her own upcoming fate, did not yet occur to her.
"Watch how I do this," Kim said with unexpected patience. "You must learn to relax your throat muscles so that you can take him deep into the back of your throat. The trick is in learning how to breathe correctly. And use your tongue."
Jan squinted at the, face of her fellow captive, seeing there a mask of dread and in credulity that made her classical features appear calm and submissive as if she under stood the potency of the threat that moments earlier had spelled out her fate should she fail to please this man. If she wanted to keep her health, she had to take this turtle-faced man into her mouth, and the girl was probably trying to rationalize the impending oral rape.
This man, whoever he was, was obviously the king of some mini Chinese empire here in the heart of Chinatown, and horror stories of white girls being abducted and held captive could have risen from the power of this man's actions. ,
The lesson continued as did the acid test Kim took a deep breath as Chow stood impatiently looking down at her, and then seemed to suck the man's lust thickened instrument directly into her golden-skinned throat. Jan shivering with nervous apprehension, watched in an agony of mixed emotions, half appalled by what she was seeing and half stimulated by it. For hadn't she experienced a ticklish thrill when Paul had performed this vile perversion on her virginal body?
"Watch... what is your name?" Kim asked.
No response.
"I said, what is your name?"
A small bird-like voice chirped; "Joanne."
"Joanne," continued Kim in a calming tone that surprised Jan, as she reluctantly withdrew the man's wetly glistening yellow shaft, from her glossy, ovaled mouth. "Think you can manage that?"
The white girl nodded dumbly, her face passive and immobile, sliding her hands up Chow's thick thighs for support as she moved closer to the man so that her high nipples were scraping against his burly legs. Next to her, Kim sat back on her haunches, gazing at the supple-bodied tourist with unconcealed desire, and Jan somehow guessed that after Joanne learned to satisfy Chow, she would have to take a few lessons in lesbian love!
The thought made her sick with fear.
Chow took the director's position, maneuvering his pulsating male organ in close and rubbing it lewdly over the sleek pallor of Joanne's face, teasing and torturing the girl by playfully trying to keep the freedom-prize from her. Jan studied his face, seeing for the first time, the rampant evil in him. Deliberately he tormented the captive white girl, not for the sake of his own sexual pleasure, but for the sadistic thrill of dominating her, making her beg for some-thing she abhorred-the privilege of taking his bloated penis into the soft moistness of her mouth. Lord, what a cruel, inhuman being!
Then the man's pudgy, yellow hands tightened in Joanne's silken, honeyed hair and he stopped playing his eluding game. The tourist noticed his abrupt change in mood and sensed that the real rape was about to begin. Shuddering, she held his hardness delicately in both hands, the way Kim had instructed, her soft lips parting as she aimed the long bulbous rod of tawny flesh directly into the warmly moistened hole of her sacred mouth.
"That's the way," Jan heard Chow mumble, grinning a toothy smile as he watched the lust-swollen tip of his cock slowly disappearing into the girl's unwilling, yet receptive mouth. As directed, she started to nibble at him, but without emotion, a fact that angered Chow to his rotten core.
"Come... start moving that tongue!" he challenged.
Joanne's movements quickened and she nibbled more intensely at him, sliding the warm puffiness of her lips over his blood-heavy penis as she worked her heart out to appease him. Thrusting his heavy hips forward, Chow filled her mouth a few more inches, and Jan could see Joanne swallowing frantically, terrified, trying to adjust to the lewd notion of having her mouth filled by this enormous pole of yellow, musky flesh. It occurred to the spying captive that perhaps the innocent-faced wife had never done this before. And Jan could empathize with how it felt to be kneeling like a slave before a cruelly dominant man like Chow and Paul-accepting the lust-hardened shaft of his penis into her virginal mouth. Someday, maybe, there would be a man who would not force her into unnatural sex, a man who respected her delicate femininity.
There sounded a lewd groan, definitely male in character, and Jan blinked her eyes back to attention to see the obscene sex act being performed not ten feet away. Chow had begun to flick his hips cruelly backwards and forwards, driving the heady shaft of his cock ruthlessly in and out of the girl's gaping mouth. The spying captive expected to see Joanne trying to break away, but to her amazement, the tourist had not offered one protest. She was sealed to her fate, unable to refuse the torment at the hands of these two devils.
Then, as Jan watched, she began to see that Chow's slamming thrusts into the girl's mouth was causing her whole naked body to twitch and grind as she threw herself into her task to save her soul. Chow was a madman, a maniac, his hips jerking back and forth as she slavered over his throbbing cock and Kim sat and watched like a contented cat, anxiously awaiting for her chance to ravish the young captive's alabaster, helpless body.
It was a pathetic show, watching that young woman slaving over a man's genitals and Jan suddenly noticed that she was digging her fingernails hard into her palm as she watched in stupefied awe. Chow was really slamming into the captive's throat now, fucking deeper and deeper with each sadistic stroke. The girl's mouth was drooling with saliva, forming a smooth, wet warm cunt for the man's monstrous instrument as it flicked faster and harder and deeper into her face. His hairless, bloated balls beat a steady tat-too against the girl's unprotected chin. Jan stared as if she were catatonic, watching with stupefied mesmerism as the critical moment came upon them. Chow was muttering obscenities in his native tongue down on the top of her recklessly bobbing head as he watched his long, super-charged cock disappearing into the tight oval hole of Joanne's soft lips, clasping moistly around his bloated organ as if her mouth were just another cunt to be abuse and filled.
"Ohhhhh... unnggghhh!" he grunted suddenly, the ecstasy clear in his voice as his back suddenly stiffened into an arch. Chow gripped the girl by both ears, emitting a long low bellow, like a bull in pain, and Jan realized with a shuddering sense of terror that he was orgasming... in the girl's mouth! Somehow she had expected him to withdraw at the last minute, but Joanne was choking and sputtering as the warm jism sprayed evilly into the back of her throat, hosing it. Joanne gulped and gagged valiantly as he emptied his seed into her sperm-filled throat.
It was over then. Chow released the girl's head and she collapsed in tears on the stage at his feet, still swallowing the heated cum he had cruelly shot down her gullet. Kim ignored the captive for a moment, quickly leaning forward and finishing the job for Joanne by licking Chow's glistening penis with her agile tongue, licking away the last threads of semen and then zipping up his fly for him while he stood patiently looking down at the two slavish women at his feet.
"With a little practice she'll do," he commented dryly when Kim rose once again to her feet.
"The best I could find... she's got a nice body and her face has enough innocence. don't you think?" replied the lesbian woman through wetted lips, hardly able to drag her eyes off the exhausted captive who collapsed shivering on the carpet. "I thought maybe I could take her back into the other room for a while..." she said coyly.
"Sure, Kim..." Chow's eyes glinted. "Just don't wear out that little cunt of hers until I get a shot at it."