Chapter 9
As a salvationary gesture they had bored breathing holes in the sides of the nailed shut wooden crate with Chinese characters sprawled in red paint on the roughly hewn sides. The padded interior smelled still of the Chinese imported tea that last month had made its way into this country. Now that same crate sat on the Oakland dock with the others, waiting to be loaded onboard ship. Inside the suffocating interior, Joanne Carlson's prenatally cramped body slept in opium-induced semi-consciousness, a cloth gag strung about her soft, bruised lips which the night prior had suffered inhumanly the ravages of lesbian attack.
Nearby on the dock the roar of loading equipment moving lazily up and down the pier vibrated above the choppy bay waters as a crew of longshoremen went about their task of loading up the vessel's cargo. The procedure went as usual, though perhaps a gear slower. Saturday paid half on a un-ion scale. The men worked none too quickly.
The air was crisp, the winds sharp. The sun was a shimmer of reflecting light, then, as a slate car pulled up on the pier and an entourage of men spilled from the auto mobile and spread themselves out over the dock, the leather of their shoulder holsters hidden under their business suits. It was the gray-haired driver of the car dressed in a natty navy blue suit who approached one of the longshoreman who was taking a cigarette break, one foot popped up on a post, his blue workshirt pulled sloppily out over the belt holding up his Levi's hiked down his buttocks to show off an elastic rim of jockey shorts.
"Hey you... where's your foreman?"
"Huh?" The longshoreman flicked his cigarette into the water and watched it ride the murky waters for a moment before lowering his foot and turning around to answer "Why do you ask?'" he asked, suspecting the man to be one of the union investigators whose irksome presence got to be a pain in the neck.
The suited man slipped a hand into a breast pocket and withdrew his wallet, then easily flipped it open and shoved the identification card in the longshoreman's nose. "Now will you tell me where the hell your foreman is?"
The pre-parade activities had begun in Chinatown. Firecrackers could be heard from Russian Hill to Telegraph Hill, echoing back and forth and resounding off Nob Hill. In Chinatown, police were busy preparing to re-route traffic for the night's parade, and the soft-soled shuffle of Chinese women toting shopping bags loaded with produce and fresh fish crowded the streets. It was a gala event for most; a torturous event for others who were not part of the festivities.
That included Jan who lay in her black lace garter belt, stockings, and nothing else, spread out on her captor's bed as he aimed his bloated penile flesh toward the tender flesh of her vagina and applied pressure. The deflowering was hardly a sacred ritual in the hands of Ben Chow and his lustful accomplice, Kim Moon. The opium dealer pushed steadily forward, putting the weight of his paunchy body behind his lust-hardened male flesh and grinning with cruel sadism, watched her writhe in pain. The tip of his bulbous gland worked its way torturously past the tightly clasped opening, and penetrated her tight young belly by sheer brute force.
"No... Noooo! Stop! You're hurting me!" she wailed wedging her hands against his hairless chest in a pointless attempt at pushing him away. It was a useless gesture he was far too strong for her, and he obviously enjoyed making her suffer as he battered his way up into her virginal pussy. Christ it feels like you've got a mousetrap in there," he snarled in response, his muscles tightening quickly. "Let's get it over with!" Releasing the weight on his elbows, he allowed his body to fall forward sharply crushing his naked chest against the cushiony softness of Jan's breasts and knocking the wind out of her lungs. Defensively, Jan's legs splayed apart as his long, thick cock rammed mercilessly into her defenseless vagina. He was going all the way to her cervix this time, not stopping until his balls smacked against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks.
"Jesus," he repeated in disbelief, then pulled his penis partially out and stared at the pink froth from her shattered maidenhead. "I'll be damned. Hey, Kim we got us a cherry!"
Jan blushed crimson. For a time neither of them moved, their naked bodies pancaked together. Kim shifted her position, sprawling next to Jan on the bed and taking one of the girl's limp hands gently in hers.
"The man's got quite a cock. You'll learn to respect it in time," she said, speaking in a throaty purr. "Wait until he puts it in your rectum, honey, that'll give you something to complain about!"
"Noooooooohhhhh!" sobbed the young captive, too tortured by this horrible rape and the loss of her virginity to worry about the future possibility of having it shoved in the other place.
"I softened you up as much as I could," grinned Kim lecherously. "It would have been worse if I hadn't, don't you think?" Jan had no desire to answer that lurid question. What could she possibly say? Thank the woman for having exposed her to lesbian sex? And feeling Chow flexing his lust-thickened cock within her deflowered belly, deliberately trying to widen the tightly resisting passage, was a bit distracting. Kim was inching her way closer, apparently still wanting a piece of the action and too impatient to wail until after Chow had finished.
"With Jan's hand still clamped in her own, Kim thrust her hips forward eagerly and then forced Jan's unwilling, pink-polished fingertips into her own wetly seeping cunt, and immediately clamped her thighs together to hold the girl's hand captive.
"Oh Jesus," groaned the captive. What more could they do to her? "What other perversions have you?"
Chow chuckled grimly. "A lot... you haven't begun to sample it, my dear."
Slowly, the man began to rock back and forth, driving his pulsing hardness in and out of her painfully stretched cunt. With his native instinct for a woman's innermost feelings, he sensed that the blonde girl had given up the fight and was ready to submit. She had shown no resistance at Kim's perverted use of her fingers, and the slender hipped lesbian was going wild by his side as she forced Jan's finger to fuck her against her will. Yes, this one was broken in and from now on it would be easy getting her juices stirred. His penis had never failed him before, and he knew from his vast bedroom experience that it would not take long to turn this innocent young thing into a squirming mass of passionate flesh. God know, he'd done it before, and he'd do it again!
Chow had no knowledge of how close to the truth he was, for Jan was holding back valiantly from showing how close to surrender she was. Even the agonizing pain of Chow's brutal penetration had not brought her all the way down from the, pinnacle of sweet surrender, and she was still tingling from the furious tongue fucking at the hands of Kim. Her brain was spinning in confusion, and she realized vaguely that she had probably not fully recovered from the contact high of having sniffed too much opium smoke, dense as it was as she watched the girl being ravished anally.
The opium dealer glanced down at the girl he was soulfully ravaging, and decided that he was winning again. Jan's voluptuous young body clad in the lace garter belt was twitching and jerking unconsciously and he plastered a wet, open mouthed kiss on her lips, finding to his delight that even her mouth yielded to his invasion. She was open to him, that was for certain. Lewdly, he plunged his tongue into her mouth and hers shyly toyed with his as a low servile hum came from deep in her throat. A light fragrant layer of perspiration was spreading across her forehead as his loins fucked endlessly into hers, and her nostrils were flared with undeniable lust. Chow decided that it was time to turn on the heat and drive the girl completely out of her mind.
He had the technique down pat. He started by shifting his position, slipping his hands beneath the soft warmth of her buttocks, while he continued to skewer rhythmically into her. Her ass cheeks were churning and flexing in the strap of her garter belt as he drove his lust hardened penis into her eagerly squirming cunt. He used his new leverage to pull her tight little pussy even closer so that his long tawny cock was in direct contact with the stiffened bud of her oily clitoris.
Jan groaned and mumbled something but Chow didn't catch it. She's ready he thought cunningly, and slid his prying fingers all of the way beneath her nakedly undulating but tocks until his index finger rested lightly on the tiny puckered hole of her anus. It was tight, and he reminded himself that if he ever hoped to fuck her there, he was going to have to work on opening up that entrance. Besides, toying with her magic button there would serve to remind the girl just how far along he'd brought her. If she could be forced to accept this, she would take anything!
Without warning or threat, he slid his outstretched middle finger into her puckering anal hole quickly, catching her completely off-guard, and feeling the soft rubber flesh yield reluctantly before this perverted attack.
"Ahhhhhh," she groaned, but it was not clear whether the nakedly thrashing girl was protesting or simply moaning from the in creased pleasure he was bringing her. Chow escalated his attack by pushing in a little further, working his finger around in ever-increasing circles in her hot buttery depths to widen the opening. Soon enough there was enough room to add a second boney finger, and Chow felt the girl's outraged rectum slowly adjust to the strange and unnatural invasion.
The thought that he had succeeded in dominating the girl lent a furious glee to the man's wild lusts and he began to fuck her with every ounce of strength in his tawny body, caressing the moistly trembling inside walls of her rectum with his finger as he speared even more deeply into her wetly clasping young cunt.
"Oh, oh Gawd!" she muttered, her long finely tapered legs rising up on either side of him as if she were urging him on to fuck her harder and deeper. With a shock, Chow realized that she was there; she was on the verge of cumming already, and he had not even begun to show her his erotic tricks. He decided to get a running start and push her off into the heavens of orgasm so hard she would never forget this cum, no matter how many more she experienced in the back room of his brothel.
Taking a deep breath, he quickened his thrusts, ripping his fingers from her offended rectum and seizing her garter-belted hips. The girl's loins were wide open to him now and the air resounded from the sound of one thrust after another as his long, hard penis rammed mercilessly into her hair-lined pussy. Jan's face was so contorted with passion that her own mother would not have recognized her now and Chow himself felt that as if his cock were ready to explode from the pressure exerted upon that bloated tube from the soft, muscled walls of her vagina.
Neither were aware of poor neglected Kim who was sobbing under the effect of her lonely but powerful orgasm.
"I... I... " Jan gasped, her voice high and unexplainably youthful.
"Say it!" barked Chow, wanting to hear the confession from her lips.
"I'm cumming... cumming... cummmmmmmmmmming!" the lust crazed girl chanted mindlessly, her hips bucking up against, his naked body with that strange physical power which sweeps over a woman's body at the moment a star-spangled orgasm hits her raw nerve ends.
The man felt the warm gush of her cunt as she flowered open to him like a morning glory touched by the morning sun and the hot gushes of sticky orgiastic fluid flowing copiously from her womb. The fragile, ragged lips of her plundered vagina seemed to suck him powerfully as if she were trying to milk him dry, and the man realized that, he too, was at the end of his rope. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps as she felt his own hot sperm suddenly gather deep in his testicles and explode outward. The boiling cum rushed the length of his wildly ejaculating cock and burst into the depths of her womb, mixing joyously with the pungency of her shuddering body.
Then the frenzy ceased, the bed stopped rocking, and Jan's body went rubber limp, her legs spraying out obscenely as if there were no modesty left in her and she no longer cared who saw her naked body or in what state. She was what she was: a raped virgin, a lost soul.
She felt a soft warmth on her forehead and opened her eyes to look into the piggish eyes of Ben Chow.
Abruptly she turned her head away, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Pimp!" she spat at him. "Dope peddler!" Chow nodded, withdrawing his slowly deflating penis from her ravaged, spent body.
She could have saved herself, he thought. It's too darned bad...