Chapter 6
They've forgotten about me, thought Jan with a mixture of relief and apprehension. In her chest, her heart thumped like the long distance runner, and her throat was parched with the tight dryness of fear. She sobbed in-to her hands. Dear God, she could never be put through the lustful rigors that young tourist had just undergone-and then to be spirited away by the lesbian Chinese woman to be put to another test! And if she failed? No, she couldn't think negatively. She must keep up her energy and sharpen her wits to find a way out of this den of iniquity.
Through tear splattered eyes she stole a significant peek into the smoky room beyond. Undoubtedly there was no escaping the hatch-doored basement. If she were to get out of this inveiglement it would be through the adjoining rooms through which Joanne had disappeared in catatonic confusion. There had to be an exit-common sense dictated that. But after being locked up in this dank basement, who could tell entrance from exit, right from left? Oh, darn it, she had to keep her head working straight or she would undoubtedly end up on her knees before the paunch-bellied, nameless man who had violated Joanne's mouth with rapacious cruelty.
Stealthily, the blonde haired captive stole up to the doorjamb and ventured a scan of the rooms beyond. Both were heavily carpeted in rich Oriental rugs and beaded curtains separated the rooms in a hazy splatter of glass. To the right a small alcove gave way to another room from which the smoke was billowing in dusty, nose-itching clouds. Through the glass curtain she could make out the silken outline of a woman, lean and lanky and leggy. There were voices, throaty and thick and foreign. How many people were in this place she bad no idea. This place... what place?
Fingers of adrenalin-powered fear poked at her insides, while stories of Chinatown's infamous opium dens which existed only as a television magazine headliner, a sensational story that turned the heads of native San Franciscans who had walked the streets of Chinatown without full cognizance, of what lurked below the grease-slicked back alleyways and iron-barred windows where few Asians ventured and never Caucasians became a three dimensional reality to Jan. She was seeing it, smelling it, suffocating from the tight confines of iniquity. And she had witnessed her fellow white captive's fate!
That was enough. To fall into the trap of self pity would be self defeating. Joanne served as a ripe example of that easy pitfall, and look what happened to her? Probably being molested right now by the sleek-bodied bisexual abductor, never to see her hometown or husband again. This girl was going to get out of here if she had to risk her life to do it!
Taking a few deep breaths to build her incentive and courage, Jan stepped warily into the alcove, checking twice to make certain the jowl-cheeked Chinaman had departed. Two steps into the room, she glanced through the beaded curtains, being careful not to rattle the glass, and stuck her perky nose between two heavy strands.
Two wide blue eyes surveyed the blue-aired room with its racks of beds layered one on top of the other much like the sleeping quarters of a navy ship. She counted four arms dangling from the upper racks and listened to the slow, heavy breathing of men escaping mundane routine. Craning her neck, Jan glanced into the right corner normally hidden from her visage point and spied the only activity going on in the room. What she saw was enough to make her halt!
Stretched out on a lower rack a naked, golden-bodied woman who could have been Kim's sister, if appearance and behavior were any criteria, was lying spread-eagle with both hands tied together over her head. Her legs had been left free and Jan could see her thrashing back and forth, apparently in the final throes of ecstasy.
My God! Thought Jan, that's why they kid-napped us-to be whores in an opium den! Her hands flew to her mouth, then to her heart to quiet the raucous pumping that buzzed in her ears.
From where she stood she could see up the woman's shamelessly spread thighs. Her vagina was flowered open and moist as if she had just finished having intercourse. Every wrinkle and fold in the girl's ravished little cunt, and her pussy lips quivering and palpitating as if her pussy was begging to be battered again, were there in bold relief.
A shadow of movement caught the captive's eye as a man entered the scene. Apparently he had been there all along-smoking more opium so that he could violate the woman's body again? Jan shivered. His face was turned from her, but she could discern from his build and stature that he was Chinese, and naked as the girl herself. Jan watched mesmerized as he seized the woman's flanks and deliberately rolled her over onto her stomach, his hands moving immediately to the soft, flaccid half-moons of her buttocks. Expertly, as if this were a daily ritual with him, he spread the two spheres, exposing the whole flat plane of the girl's backside to her spying eyes. The woman had been thrashing back and forth wildly, and her hips were still quivering with unsatisfied lust as the man's lewd finger danced wickedly over the tiny puckered hole of her anus.
These people are all mad, Jan was thinking with intense conviction. This sort of thing doesn't really happen here in America... not in our city!
But it was and before her unblinking blue eyes! Wide-eyed, she watched the man straighten up, bringing a long, lust-stiffened penis into play and began probing with this wicked rod between the woman's obscenely parted buttocks. Jan saw that the woman's mouth was open, and could hear her whimpering cries. Was this woman crying to be impaled or crying for mercy? In the end it made no difference, because this man had probably paid to assault her sodomistically and this girl was probably a victim of fate just as was Jan and Joanne! The thought made the British beauty's stomach knot.
Then, swallowing hard, she watched as the man placed the mushroomed head of his massively throbbing penis against the fearfully puckering hole of the girl's anus and began probing and pushing. There was a moment of electric tension and then the man slashed for-ward with his hips.
It intrigued Jan that none of the opium-inebriated men lying on the racks paid any heed and in her steadfast curiosity, the captive stood captivated by her own impending fate, wasting precious minutes that could have led to freedom.
The woman's naked body went into a paroxysm, as if an electric current had just been passed through her veins, straining desperately against her ropes which bound her face-down to the bed of degradation. Jan found herself instinctively clenching her own ass cheeks as if she were about to be assaulted from behind, while she watched that huge, yellow, thick cock slide inexorably up into the puckering orifice of the woman's nether passage.
God, how could she stand it? The man's lust thickened pole of Asian flesh was big and he was ramming into her defenseless little anus like a maniac, surging deeper and deeper as if he didn't care whether or not he tore her delicate rectum to shreds. The rampant spear of male flesh went in all the way, right to the hilt and Jan watched in amazement as the girl's supple hips began to pump up and down, desperately answering each of the man's punishing sodomastic strokes with an answering stroke of her own. Oh God! She was enjoying it! The woman had to be smoking some of that mind-numbing opium in order to tolerate the agony. But what about her sense of shame in this unnatural act of copulation?
Sweat was beading on Jan's forehead. She could watch no more. Viewing two sordid sex acts in one emotion-packed night was too much, and she felt her self shaking tremulously. Her armpits were soaked as was her back, her gray angora sweater clinging to the rich swells of her lace-cupped breasts with the tenacity of wet jersey Watching this sordid affair was only making her more upset than she already was-if that were possible. Silently, she backed into the cellar, realizing that if she did not escape in the next few minutes it could well be her lying stark naked with a greasy-haired Chinaman ramming his ugly penis in and out of her virginal anus.
As she turned, her ears started to buzz with a drug-induced song of their own and Jan experienced a lightheadedness that defied drunkenness. Her knees began to gel and her eyes burned while little sparkles of color danced before her pupils like forest nymphets on a spring day. The opium smoke, she realized, trying to fight the flighty sensation. She reeled back into the cellar, through the heavy connecting door, hoping the foul, musty smell of the basement would clear her senses of the opiate poppies burning in the room next door.
But too late...
Her eyelids flickered and exhausted and dreamy, she fell into a swoon that would cost her, her freedom.