Chapter 7
Her body possessed a strangely uncontrollable rubberized feeling, as if her flesh and bones had melted into a puddle. The awakening was painful, like a difficult birth and Jan re-emerged into the world of the living with a groan of real agony. She found herself lying on the cement floor, her slitted skirt wadded up around her thighs, showing off a lacey garter that promised a richer vista inches beyond. It took a long while to remember where she was, or how she had gotten there. There was a dull, persistent ache in her head which reminded her of that she had been drugged, and that several hours had lapsed since she had passed into unconsciousness. Painfully, she raised herself up on one elbow and began to take stock of her situation.
Day or night? She couldn't guess the hour. On the other side of the basement wall a dull rumble and a barely perceptible vibration suggested that traffic was grinding its way up the narrow Chinatown streets. So it was morning.
Rising to her knees, she pulled down her skirt and ironed it with her hands, her Victorian modesty even in private a ritual with her. Dully, she wondered why Kim had forgotten about her second captive. Part of her longed to go back to sleep and forget the whole ugly business, but her instinct for survival was too strong and she shook her head violently trying to wake up enough to decide on her next plan of escape.
Mentally she berated herself for having lost her one chance for charging through the door while the paying customer ravished the sadistically bound woman. Curiosity had cost her, her freedom and now was the time to rectify that stupid move!
Determinedly, she stalked toward the door, a sliver of daylight emitted from the barred windows of the rooms beyond shed ding a different light on the situation. She perked her ears for the sound of voices; her auditory nerves picked up the sound of slurping followed by the clank of porcelain against porcelain. The sound of someone eating, she surmised, wondering who that could be. A venturous peek into the room that had earlier witnessed Joanne's defilement revealed the slender figure of an aged Chinaman sitting on the floor working at a bowl of won ton, picking up the little pillows one by one and pop-ping them into his mouth, keeping the bowl close to his chin to catch the dribbles running down his sharply shaped goatee. A pair of spectacles perched on his wrinkled stub of a nose suggested a golden age for the man, yet he possessed that taut muscled frame that was easily deceiving in guessing his age.
The air had cleared of the mind-numbing smoke and, guessing it to be early morning, Jan gathered her courage, trying to unravel the knots in her empty stomach, and with an audacious flair typical of the British, headed straight through the glass curtains, her legs scissoring in fast little leaps. She had no idea where she was going-or if she was going! She ran through the room with the racks, her feet, soundless on the thick carpeting through a short hallway that lead to a door. Her fingers twisted at the knob, her heart beating a raucous tattoo in her chest, her grip strengthened by adrenalin.
It twisted! Her heart jumped for joy and yanking the door open she caught one peek of a busy Chinese restaurant kitchen, a horde of women chattering and chopping vegetables with a cleaver. She slipped through, her eyes darting this way and that-and then she felt it.
Boney hands were on her shoulders, pulling her backwards, digging into her tender flesh, then dragging her by her heels back through the door.
Defeat-the lingering smell of opium itched in her nostrils and she knew her hell had begun. The door slammed shut of its own volition, separating her from the outside world, shutting out the welcomed chatter of street life, of normality.
Jan blinked pleadingly up into the cold eyes behind coke bottle glass lens. "Who you?" A voice snapped from an unseen mouth forested with hair. "Where you come from?" "I... I got lost," she answered stupidly with a little titter of hysteria. "Can you help me get out of here? I-I was having dinner upstairs and I-I took a wrong turn." She smiled a nervous, crooked grin. "So if you'll excuse me," she said, rising to her knees as daintily as she could. "I'll fetch my purse and be out of here."
"No! I think you best see Chow first," the short wiry man decided, reaching down and grabbing Jan's arm and dragging her to her feet.
She took one forlorn glance at the hallway and hung her head. This was it. Then she was being dragged by the wrist, stumbling in her high heels toward the beaded curtain through the beaded curtain that separated with a glassy crackle, and through the room where Joanne had been-
Oh, God...! Jan clamped her hand over her eyes as if to blot out the lewd remembrance of that lurid scene. When she opened them she was entering through yet another door to the rear of the building. The room burst with sunlight, richly decorated in expensive Oriental carpets and walls covered with Chinese erotic art, hung in gold frames. The lurid scenes of sodomy, cunnilingus and fellatio were a horrible reminder of the woman who had abducted her-the very woman who sat sipping tea on the bed now. Beside her lounged Ben Chow, taking tea and toast in bed. He looked up calmly as his night guard entered, motioning him to release the young blonde captive.
"Where did you find her?" he asked crisply ignoring Jan for a moment.
Next to him Jan could discern the nervous tightness on Kim's normally unwrinkled face. The Oriental woman swirled her tea in the cup, her cheeks reddening.
"Find girl in hallway. Don't know where come from..." the man chirped, his goatee bobbing.
Chow took a long and meaningful look at his female accomplice, his jowls beginning to flap from the menacing thoughts ricocheting around in his brain. "You stupid cunt!" He yelped at Kim with a vigor that made Jan jump. "You forgot...? You were so busy slobbering over that white whore's cunt you forgot...! A mistake that could cost us everything!"
Kim turned to stone. "I'm sorry, Ben... I..."
Whap!
Jan stiffened from the blow that left a red imprint on Kim's yellow, satin cheek.
"She was hiding..." whimpered Kim defensively.
"Shut your mouth!" ordered Chow, cutting her off sharply. "She knows everything now..." His piggish eyes leveled on Jan's tremoring body, raking from the curled ends of her blonde bobbed hairdo, to the naked tips of her pink polished toenails.
Jan suddenly realized that her only hope for salvation was in convincing this man that she knew nothing. But the words had already been spoken and she watched the two exchange a meaningful glance. Chow threw back the covers and rose from the bed, his paunchy belly sticking out from the silk pajamas he wore, his barrel chest naked and hairless-and walked menacingly toward Jan.
"Kim, I think it's too late..." He was standing very close to her now, and Jan shook with a terror that defied childish nightmares. Chow reached out one hand and cupped her right breast. He squeezed, then tweaked her nipple. "Feels solid... no babies?"
Jan choked. "N-no babies...?"
"Married?"
Jan stared at her feet and shook her head, realizing only too late that she should have answered in the affirmative. Twice I've blundered, she thought with a sickening sinking sensation in the pit of her belly. "I-I mean yes!" she stuttered, looking hopefully up into his snappy black eyes. Chow smiled crookedly. "You don't expect me to believe you, do you?" He took a deep breath. "I suppose you know what goes on here?"
"No..."she shook her head vigorously. "I didn't see anything, I was asleep, I-I won't say anything!"
"She's lying!" burst Kim from the bed. "The little cunt is lying. She was in the cellar with the other girl..."
"No, really I"-She pleaded desperately not realizing that she had dug herself into an impossible situation.
"You won't say anything?" he repeated mockingly. "That implies that you had something you could say if you wanted to, wouldn't it?"
"I'm just a secretary-I never come to Chinatown, I"- She tried to reason with him, wishing she had crept out last night when that hapless girl was screaming out her pain-filled ecstasy. She spread her hands. "I work for Bank of America... I'm a nobody..."she paused, realizing she was convincing them of nothing. A chill ran through her body then, for Chow was running his fingers lightly over her breast, sending a distinct shiver up and down her backbone. The man was grinning crookedly at her, a cruel, sinister smile and the young secretary read the glint of lust in his black eyes.
"Let's just say for the moment that you are in a very precarious position." he purred at her, turning on a soft-hearted charm that threw Jan off guard momentarily. "And your future depends on how nice you can be to me for the next few days. Kim," he turned to nod at his accomplice. "Undress the girl for me. I think"-And here he asked in a near cordial tone, "what is your name?"
"J-Jan," she choked.
"Jan, I think you owe it to Kim and me to make up for the inconvenience you've caused."
Jan closed her eyes, wishing she could faint and escape this horrid moment. Indeed, she clenched her eyes shut, trying to hold her breath and see sparks, but her brain refused to accept the path of least resistance and she remained wired and alert.
Was Chow going to try to make her kneel before him and take his yellow penis into her mouth, the way he had done to poor Joanne? Having Paul force her was torment enough, the bastard, but it was too horrible to con-template with this man. Instinctively, she glanced down and saw the significant tent jutting from his loins.
"No!" she pleaded desperately, wanting to resist but stunned by the total helplessness of her position. Kim was at his side now, anxious to begin, purring in her throat with excitation, but the terrified blonde backed away, horrified by the prospect of being violated sexually.
"I advise you to loosen up, my dear. Or we'll have to call in recruits. Or we could start you out tonight working the racks... does that appeal to you?" he taunted, running a soft hand over her flushed cheeks. "The men won't be as gentle as Kim here, and when they pay for it, they want it all."
Jan shivered. "What do you want of me?" she chirped in a hoarse, emotional voice as Kim's softly feminine hands drew the zipper of her skirt down and lifted each ankle in turn. Then dainty hands worked at the hem of her sweater and gently lifted it up over Jan's head. She stood in her brassiere and garter belt and bikini panties, a deep run snagged in one nylon stocking. Chow examined her coolly for a long time before responding.
"I should think that your curiosity has answered that question for you already," he remarked with a chuckle. "I assume you've seen the action taking place here..."
Jan shook her head, staring at her feet, her cheeks burning as if a match were held to them.
"You will work here and satisfy the men... in return you will be treated well." Then to Kim, "Take her panties off, Kim, I want to see what shape her cunt's in."
Jan tensed, but resistance was useless. She shivered nakedly as Chow's lesbian assistant dropped to her knees and gleefully slipped the blonde captive's bikini panties down over her knees.
"Ah, very lovely," commented Chow with an air of complacency, stepping closer and running his fingers lightly over the girl's, triangle of fluffy blonde pubic hair. Jan's lithe body jerked involuntarily, but Chow continued to inspect her as if she were a slave to be purchased. "You have a lovely body for a Westerner. Your buttocks aren't too big that's nice. Your tits look high." He turned to Kim. Do you agree?"
In answer Kim purred sensuously "As nice as her blonde friend. When do I get her? I want to go down on her. I bet she's never had it that way before."
. "Later," snapped Chow, leading the unwilling captive to the edge of the bed and pushing her down on top of it with a bounce. "You see," he began, "I enjoy sex of all types. My art collection proves that. Some women are best fucked in the mouth. Others love it in the ass, and some like to be hurt by a man " At this point Chow placed his hands on Jan's naked shoulders and pinned her to the mattress "We will soon learn what your fetish is my dear... and I will be paid well for it. I suspect," he said, casting her significant side-long glance, "that you are one of those women who prefer it in the rectum. And ah, we will know soon enough... but if we are to be judicious about this, we must start with the cunt.
"No!" Jan burst out recklessly, never in her life having heard a man talk about sex as if it were a smorgasbord to be tasted in bits and nibbles. I'd hate it! How could you enjoy it if I hate it?"
Chow shook his head. "Stupid American blonde," he tittered, smiling arrogantly.
"I'm not stupid!" retorted Jan heatedly, growing tired of being abused verbally and physically. To hear him insult her femininity was the final straw. "I refuse to get myself beaten black and blue because I don't enjoy pain... but you'll never hear me screaming out in ecstasy. You can rape me because you're stronger than I am, but I'll never like it and I won't accept-I won't act like Joanne!"
Jan was screaming, beside herself with a combination of rage and terror, but to her surprise, Chow failed to react angrily to her insults. Instead he watched her amusedly, that crooked half grin on his face again. When she glanced down at the sudden blur of movement, she realized he was undoing the cord to his pajama bottoms. With a quick flick of his wrist, he released the pajamas and worked them down with his hands, revealing the thick girth of his cock, already inflated and pointing at her with lust.
Jan blinked her blue eyes to shut out the tears she didn't want this man to have the satisfaction of seeing. This is it, she resolved. I'm going to lose my virginity to a Chinese opium den proprietor.
Outside the festive crackle of firecrackers buzzed mockingly in her ears.