Chapter 8
"A fighter, huh? That's good," mocked Chow.
"What should I do next?" asked Kim, standing anxiously beside the bed, ready as always to be of assistance. Jan stared fearfully at the man's massively bloated penis, fascinated like a bird being hypnotized by a snake and incapable of blinking. "Get her wet for me," he directed calmly.
"Can I strip?"
"Whatever," he replied and Kim quickly pulled her kimono off her body and stood in the golden sunlight, tawny and lanky. Jan found herself remembering how Kim had stage managed the horrible encounter with Joanne last night and wondered about this peculiar man-woman relationship. "Get her wet?" That didn't mean she would-
"If you ever go into business, let me tell you, always have an assistant of the opposite sex," he informed her casually, settling himself on the bed beside her and placing his hands on her arms so that she was pinned once more to the mattress. "Kim loves both men and women... she has quite a sexual imagination. Some say it's because she was born in the year of the Cock," he chuckled lewdly. "Or you Westerners would claim her double Scorpio is responsible for her unusual carnal appetite."
Kim stood nakedly and Jan quickly glanced at the strangely submissive woman who seemed in many ways to be the Yin embodiment of Chow himself. Always ready to assist him in glorifying his lewd desires and perversions. She possessed a gorgeous Asian body of modest measurements, though her breasts were high and small, but exquisitely formed, and naked, she seemed to move with liquid grace. She knelt quickly on the floor on the Oriental carpet next to the bed between Jan's spread legs, pushing her thighs apart. Had the young captive known what was coming next, she would have struggled to the death, even though it was useless, just to save her conscience. But the raven-haired vixen was too quick to be rebutted, and by the time Jan comprehended how she was to get wet, it was too late for anything but regret.
"Lay still and let me do the work," Kim whispered in a throaty purr that was almost seductive in Jan's buzzing ears. Kim dropped her head and ran her lips across the softly yielding flesh of Jan's quivering upper thighs. "I'm getting you wet... for him!" Jan's body froze as the wetly heated lips worked their way into her pubic fuzz. The lesbian's tongue speared out delicately, agilely invading the girl's trembling young pussy, separating the moist folds and delving into the heart of her womanhood. Jan's pelvis jerked convulsively as she reacted to this deceptively powerful stimulation, feeling Kim lick her budding clitoris sensitively and then suck it deliberately and forcefully up in-to her mouth, caressing it with her tongue. "No... don't do that to me... I'm not a lesbian!" wailed Jan with every ounce of sincerity in her body.
No good! Nobody was listening to her pleas. Chow was stretched out catlike beside her on the bed, working his hand around the back of her lacey brassiere to unclasp it. His deft fingers worked expertly and in a second she felt a cold chill on her breasts, followed by a warm hand caressing her sensitively tingling nipples and occasionally he would bend over with his usual sardonic chuckle to take one of the strawberry buds between his teeth and bite it mercilessly between his teeth.
Jan guessed that he was merely waiting for his lesbian assistant to tongue fuck her into such a state of acceptance that she would be an easy prey when his turn came. But the humiliation! That was the worst! She was laying sprawled out, her legs spread obscenely apart with the whole of her pink, naked genitals offered up to the woman's voracious tongue like a tangy smorgasbord. Jan cringed into the mattress, frozen, pinned to the spot with fear and mortification as the oriental lesbian slowly and torturously drew apart the pink lips of her vagina as if peeling a budding rose, watching it greedily for a moment while the ragged lips pulsed and vibrated, and then buried the full length of her warm, wet tongue into the seeping, throbbing walls of Jan's quivering pussy.
"Aaaaaggghhh... noooooo!" wailed the feebly struggling young blonde from the depths of her soul, hating these two sexual monsters for dragging her down into their own terrible, disgusting corruption, reducing her to the animal stage of carnality she had always feared. For hadn't Paul tried the same? And hadn't the British beauty experienced a tingling thrill of lust that bubbled subtly for no one to see? Her head came up off the bed in wild-eyed amazement. She glanced down between the quaking mounds of her goosebumped breasts at Kim's pink little tongue making wet, licking circles in her wetly throbbing vagina.
"Please pay attention to the woman's maneuvers." directed Chow. "You'll be doing this yourself in the near future."
"God, no... please," groaned Jan in anguish, failing her bobbed blonde head back and forth as the searing contact of Kim's warm tongue spearing in and out of her in-voluntarily flowering cuntal lips continued with a rapacious speed. Jan clenched her hands into tight fists and, closing her eyes tight, tried to concentrate on anything-hot fudge sundaes, Paul's mole on his left leg-anything to dispel and belie the bittersweet torture taking place down between her satiny thighs. Despite those feeble efforts tiny featherlike wisps of red hot pleasure were beginning to whisper through her defenselessly spread genitals like the stir of autumn leaves, and that swirling rush was felt, too in her tingling nipples that were swelling and hardening from Chow's gentle nibbles and mouthing, one after the other. She could sense the man watching her intently, testing her, waiting for the first signs of her in-evitable surrender, knowing that Kim's expert ministrations would bring about this up-tight female in a few more strokes of the tongue.
Then Jan began to cry, salty tears of shame and mortification flowing onto her satiny, flushed cheeks as she realized there was nothing she could do but lie there and listen to the Oriental woman sucking and licking at her cunt. Oh, the noise of it was lewd enough, but the sensation it produced! Nooo! She mentally screamed, clenching her fists until her fingernails drew blood in the palms of her hands. Jan knew that the tiny sensitive sex organ of her budding clitoris was throbbing with desire, and that to conceal much longer the pitiful condition of her surrender was nearly impossible.
Her hips quivering lustfully despite her iron determination to lie quietly and she forced herself again to concentrate on the unwelcome fact that she was being lewdly ravished against her will-raped, really, and by a woman at that. This was not Paul her fiancé mauling her body; she was captive in an opium den being primed for whoredom! The ticklish sensations were working horrors on her naked flesh. Kim was toying with her captive cruelly now, exploring all the sweet, warmly perfumed mysteries of her genitals with her sensitive prying fingers; then, with a start, Jan felt the lesbian's tongue flicker featherlight over the lightly puckered hole of her anus. That was altogether too much!
"Aaaaahhh!" she moaned. "No... not there! But her mercy pleadings only brought a low, lewd chuckle from the woman's working throat and further stabs of the obscenely caressing tongue into the tight sphincter ring.
Knowing that she had discovered the girl's Achilles heel. Kim carefully inched her out-stretched middle finger into Jan's defenselessly puckering anus, forcing it steadily in as far as the first knuckle while her hot tongue continued to spear in and out of the thrashing girl's hotly quivering cunt. The double impalement was double humiliation and Jan suddenly realized her iron tight grip on reality was loosening, slackening dangerously. She felt herself on the edge of a slippery mudslide and every twitch of her body brought her that much closer to destruction. Her shamelessly aroused body was jerking in spasms, and her hips seemed to have called mutiny on her brain. Without realizing it, she was beginning to raise the white flag of surrender.
Ben Chow gazed down at the naked shuddering young blonde captive quivering and writhing beneath him. What to do with her was the question. Obviously the girl had seen too much of the den's operations already, had seen too many recognizable faces. Now Joanne was another matter-the brain-washable type. All the fight had been washed out of her by Kim's little private initiation into the rights of Geishadom. To pack her up in a crate and send her off on a boat was no problem. The crews on those ocean-going vessels always welcomed a little female company, and besides, he owed Camden a favor.
But this one was a clever girl, a fighter. Though not terribly wise in the ways of the world, she possessed a kind of native intelligence that would be difficult to extinguish. This situation was one he would have to consider carefully, because the kind of racket he was in demanded high stakes. Would this blonde haired Westerner ever make a good whore? That was the question. His girls had to be trustworthy and hot blooded. Was this one capable of that? It was obvious from the way her voluptuous body had come alive in the last few minutes that she had a hot, passionate, though dormant, streak in her. Even now, being tongue-fucked and rectally fingered by a lesbian, she was loosening up nicely, and Chow studied the half-crazed contortion that had spread over her face. It was time, he decided, for him to take charge.
Jan was writhing and squirming under the mind-blowing torture of Kim's voraciously probing tongue, wondering how long she could take this lecherous abuse without going completely out of her mind. Each time she blinked open her blue eyes, she could see Ben Chow's hungry face glowering down at her appraising her like a calf ready for slaughter his normally calm eyes glinting with lust then, out of the corner of one eye, she saw him move his hand away from the tortured mound of her breast and tap Kim lightly on the shoulder.
"I want to sample that sweet little pink cunt," he told his accomplice. "I have to see what our customers are going to get."
"Nooooo!" The white wedding dress and sacred virginity flashed in her mind with a moan. Jan realized just how weak and help-less her body was right now. She lay still as he maneuvered over her, paralyzed by her own conflicting emotions and body sensations, her belly quivering and heaving in erotic need as she gasped desperately for a breath of air. Chow had her pinned to the mattress, bending over her cruelly and biting the sensitive little bud of her left breast's nipple so hard that he left tooth marks in the softness of her supple flesh. She groaned in agony, trying to twist away, but the man seemed to be all over her now, his hands dancing demandingly over the delicacy of her thighs and hips, stroking her flanks tantalizingly with his pudgy, yellow-skinned hands. He bent over her again, and for an instant, Jan feared that he was going to bite off her other nipple, but this time as she pre-pared herself for the sharp pain, he carefully licked the trembling brown bud, sending a twitch of unwanted pleasure racing through her confused body. Instinctively, without realizing her own actions, her hips began to grind frantically down into the mattress below.
"Ah, ha... I think we've found a soft spot," he teased unmercifully, noticing the beginnings of sexual arousal in her. "Perhaps your white ass isn't as cold as you'd like me to believe?"
For some reason, his mocking talk only ex-cited Jan more, and she turned her head to one side, now almost wishing that he would go ahead with his threats and ravish her violently and painfully and be done with it. Against her will, he had excited her. If he could succeed in fulfilling his promise to make her scream in ecstasy, it would be the last defeat. If she surrendered to him, she would be lost and she knew it. The woman thought of Paul and of those sacred marriage vows now, in her heated temptation, floated into oblivion like fog on a warm summer's day.
"Jesus, you're tight!" he complained as he caressed her throbbing pussy with one vilely exploring hand. "Obviously you've never fucked an oriental before." Then, letting not another second pass, Chow 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 man was getting excited himself now as the sensually lurking thought of raping and ravishing this young nakedly helpless young girl took possession of his spirit. He watched her curly blonde head turn submissively to one side as he rubbed the hot tip of his penis up and down her throbbing hair-lined vaginal slit, searching for the moist slit of her womanhood.
This is it, Jan told herself. He's going to rape me. Oh, forgive me, Paul, but I can't help it!