ASIAN SLAVE

BY ANAL AL
liter3@earthlink.net

[ part 3 ]

Hours later the whipped and bloody body of Lisa was brought in and chained up. Unconscious, she came too moments later.

"Lisa?"

"I hurt!" she whined.

"I know you do. We all do."

"Why won't they stop?"

The three girls slept on the hard wooden floor. Naked, covered with whip marks and blood they had to simply lie down out of exhaustion and sleep. Fortunately the men had left enough slack in the chains from the girls necks to the wall mounts to enable them to reach the floor.

Later that evening the men came in and took Tiffany. Moments later they got Lisa and brought her to the basement also. As she reached the bottom of the stairs she could see that Tiffany was tied, spread-eagle, between the posts. She was crying, more from expectation and fear than from any actual pain.

Lisa was tied up on adjoining posts, next to Tiffany. Then two of the men went back up stairs. The third brought forth a whip and gave each girl three lashes. He then placed a low saw-horse on the floor in the area where both of the girls were facing.

Neither spoke a word, fearing further punishment. The man then brought forth several leather restraint devices and dropped them on the floor. He went over and started a video camera. Up until now the two girls hadn't noticed it, placed on a tripod up against the wall. Tiffany wondered if they had been taping all of the torture sessions.

Rebecca was brought down, dragging on every step, crying. Her two escorts placed her over the saw-horse length wise and set about attaching her wrists and ankles to the legs of the device. Next, nipple clamps were attached to Tiffany and Lisa, causing them both to cry out in pain. Following that labia clamps were attached, complete with weights.

As the two older girls watched, each man took his turn raping little Becky anally. She screamed out with each thrust. With her butt to the camera the two older girls got to watch the pain in her face. After the third man finished, a fourth came down the stairs and had his way with Becky. Finally, the black man came inside of her raw rectum.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Tiffany began cussing the men when one approached her little sister with a large inflatable dildo. They all laughed as one of the other men cranked down on the nipple clamps causing Tiffany to scream out in pain. Then a gag was shoved into her mouth. Seeing Lisa there the man gagging Tiffany reached over to a cart full of equipment and produced another gag and inserted it roughly into Lisa's waiting mouth.

The large inflatable dildo disappeared behind the small curves of Becky's ass, seconds later being announced by a blood-curdling scream as it was pushed into her anus. With a diameter of an inch and three quarters it stretched her young asshole to the limits. Being a dildo, rather than a butt plug it didn't taper down to a necked off area. Once in the man began to inflate it, causing even more pain.

Lisa and Tiffany could only watch as Rebecca's ass was filled up with the device. The pain of their clamps had subsided to a tolerable, although still painful, level. The man stuffing Becky's butt finished his job and sat down and started pumping his pecker. Another of the men got up and fondled the young Becky. While he was busy, another one attached a rope to the dildo in her ass and then looped it over a ceiling support beam and tied it off to a cleat on a pole.

Next the two men, each one grabbing an ankle, undid the rope holding Rebecca onto the sawhorse. Following that they tied her ankles together. Next her wrists were tied to her ankles with her standing on the floor, flat footed, bent over with her dildo-penetrated ass sticking straight up. The sawhorse was pushed out of the way. The cord was tightened and she had to raise up on her toes to relieve the pressure. This was somewhat precarious, however, since she was bent over and tied up. Keeping her balance was a tedious job. Still crying, and breaking into screams as the large dildo tugged at the inside of her rectum, a whip was applied to the back of her thighs. The four of the men not whipping Becky were busy stroking their hard dicks.

After her thighs were red and streaked the man stopped and picked up a bungee cord. It had overly large hooks on the end and the hooks were rounded at the tips. The man inserted one into her tiny vagina and then, keeping it taught, followed it up her front, between her breast buds and looped it around her neck. Next it was run back down to her waiting pussy. Several inches short he pulled on it, stretching the rubber filled cord and hooking it into her vagina. The tension and obvious pain involved did not escape the elder girls attention, both of their faces told of the shock.

Becky cried and cried from the pain she was in. She could only babble incomplete words of pain as the stretched cord lifted the soft tissue of her tender, young pussy upwards towards her stomach. The men all came over and gave her a swat on the butt and then went to the other side of the room and sat down to watch. Several times Becky nearly lost her balance, the tension of the dildo in her butt keeping her up. Each time she would renew her crying as the pain increased.

Eventually, after nearly an hour, the dildo was removed from her ass and she was allowed to fall to the ground, the hooks still in her pussy. Lying on the floor, tied, with the hooks pulling upwards on her pussy she hunched into a fetal position to relieve the pressure. By bending as far as she could she could get the tension to where it was just tolerable.

The weights and clamps on the two older girls were removed, only to be replaced by alligator clamps attached to wires. Lisa watched with fear as they were attached to her nipples and inner labia. Being older, her inner labia were more mature and much easier to grab than Tiffany's. Next, the wires were all brought out to a central point. A hand crank bell ringer like that used for army field telephones was attached. It was turned very slowly.

When the magnetic field crossed the wires in the device a charge was sent down the wires to the girls pussies and tits. The physics of it were simple enough and readily apparent to the girls, especially after the demonstration. The bite of the clamps were the least of their worries. Still gagged, they couldn't even scream. All they could do was tense up as the charge coursed through them.

Satisfied, the man connecting the device undid the bungee cord on Rebecca's pussy. Refastening her ropes she now lay on the floor with her ankles tied together and her wrists tied together. A very large black tube was brought forth by one of the men. It had wires coming out of the end of it. The diameter was nearly five inches. The man connecting wires flipped a switch on the hand cranked generator and connected the wires coming from the black device to it. Then he instructed another man to start cranking it.

As the generator was cranked the device started to lengthen, causing the diameter to decrease. Made much like a bottle stopper it kept shrinking until the diameter was a mere inch. Almost five minutes had passed. Now it looked like the painful dildo that it was.

The man continued to crank as two others attached a leather belt around Becky's rump. The dildo was inserted into her vagina, all the way, and was held in by a strap. Having watched the men she knew what was about to happen. She was placed on her knees in front of the generator. The men all took their places to watch. The man cranking the generator stopped and the daemon dildo began to grow inside of Becky's tiny cunt. He flipped a switch connecting Lisa and Tiffany's wires to the generator.

"Better start cranking now honey it's going to start hurting." The evil man said.

Becky, hesitant because of what she knew she would do to her sister and Lisa didn't start. She could feel the dildo growing inside of her. Wondering if it would fit at its full width she waited as it grew.

"Might want to do as he say. When it's fully dilated it'll probably tear you inside."

Becky, already feeling the pain of the dildo as it passed through two inches reached slowly for the crank. She began to turn it, slowly at first. Lisa and Tiffany, feeling the charge running through their pussies and across their tits began to twitch as the voltage increased. Inside of Becky, the expansion of the dildo had slowed, but not halted.

She could feel it still expanding and began to crank the generator quicker. Increasing ever faster, the dildo finally began to shrink back down. It was tiring, cranking on the generator, she felt as if she would be lucky to make half an hour with her hands tied together and kneeling on concrete as she was. At this voltage however, Tiffany and Lisa were in quite a bit of pain, thrashing against their restraints and squalling behind the gags.

"Ain't that pretty! I just love to see girls working hard!" one of the men commented, pulling harder on his dick.

After fifteen minutes the dildo inside of Rebecca was removed, but she was told to keep cranking on the generator. Grateful to be rid of the monster inside she did as she was told.

"Faster" one of the men said.

Becky responded by turning the generator even quicker, increasing the voltage and pain of Lisa and Tiffany.

"Ok, stop." one of the men instructed her. Gratefully, she complied immediately.

"Take her upstairs." he commanded. Two of the men grabbed hold of Becky and carried her off.

All of the electrical apparatus was removed from the two girls and put away. The flesh of their nipples and twats numb from the electrocution. Lisa was taken down and gang raped in front of Tiffany. Not able to even scream because of the gag, Tiffany could only tell that it hurt Lisa by how hard she was breathing. Handing Lisa a riding crop one of the men told her to whip Tiffany all over.

Complying with their wishes Lisa laid the whip onto poor Tiffany very hard. She lashed her friend up and down, between the thighs and all over the pussy and ass. After nearly half an hour she was told to stop. Satisfied, two men carried Lisa upstairs.

That only left Tiffany in the basement, alone with three men. Naked, hurting and tied and gagged she could only wait for their next move. It wasn't long in coming either. She was untied, and ungagged. A three legged stool was brought out with a small butt plug attached to it.

"Sit your ass on that." a man said, greasing up her ass with something.

Tiffany went over slowly to the chair, her asshole feeling very vulnerable. She straddled the stool and lowered herself down. Feeling the tip of the plug pushing against her left cheek she repositioned. Every so slowly she brought her rump down on the waiting stretcher. As it touched her asshole she tensed up. Knowing that she wasn't going to get it in that way she tried to relax her sphincter muscle. Gradually putting more and more weight on it she eased down onto it. The tender flesh of her anus parted to accept the plastic.

As she went further down the plastic slid in, stretching her wider and wider. Just at the point where it felt like she was going to stretch apart she felt the cool varnished wood of the stool touch her cheeks. Releasing her grip she settled down onto it, the plug hitting home and her sphincter gratefully closing around the narrow neck of the plug.

"Bet that must feel real good little darling." one of the men said, just as he shot cum into her face from the raging hard-on he had been pumping.

Another of the men then went over and picked something up off of the table. "Pierce your left inner labia with this." he said handing her a small diameter hole punch.

Luckily Tiffany had studied her anatomy book in physical education and knew what her labia were. It had been just a month ago that the teacher showed them a video which was very explicit and showed all the different parts of human genitalia.

Tiffany took the punch from the man and looked as pitiful as she could at him. His face was hard and cold. He wasn't about to relent in his order. She sat there, looking at her now abused pussy.

"Don't take all day either." he added.

Tiffany parted the folds of her vagina with her left hand and pulled on the labia. Being as young as she was the inner labia hadn't developed much and extended out past the larger labia yet. She had to pull and tug to get the small wrinkle of flesh out of it's warm home.

"Here, I'll help you." one of the men said and grabbed the fold of flesh and yanked down on her roughly.

This caused Tiffany to cry out in pain. She tried to get away and managed to just rock the stool, having temporarily forgotten that she was attached to it by way of the plug in her ass. The man put a persistent and firm pull on the skin and pulled it nearly two inches away from her body. It hurt very badly. She reached down with the hole punch and placed the flap of skin between its blades. Looking carefully she centered it up so that the resultant hole would be at least a quarter an inch from the edge. The shaft of the hole punch was a mere eighth inch in diameter.

Still, however, Tiffany remembered getting her ears pierced when she was ten. That hurt badly. Now she was going to do it to her pussy. She had never thought of being pierced here before, but had considered a belly-button ring after seeing several girls at school wearing them. With the punch positioned she gently squeezed the handles and could feel the shaft begin to sink into her flesh. She cried at the feeling.

"Hurry up and get it over with." the man holding her pussy told her.

Tiffany backed off the punch. She then looked and could see a red spot where the blade had touched her tender pussy flesh. She then looked at the man one last time. Closing her eyes she squeezed the handles of the punch together rapidly and firmly. Gritting her teeth together she heard the punch click on its stop. The pain was incredible and she dropped the punch, its spring-loaded action allowing it to come off. Tiffany let out a room filling scream. The pain was so intense. It was a far-sight worse than having her ears pierced.

She looked down and saw the blood running across the stool and became lightheaded. Another man stepped forward and patted some sort of powder against her pussy. She barely felt the pain of having pressure against so sensitive of a wound because the pain of the powder clotting the blood was much, much worse. It just started burning and kept getting worse by the second. Screaming for all she was worth a large penis shaped rubber gag was shoved into her mouth and hit the back of her throat. Nearly choking on the gag she had to quit screaming, trying to push the phallus out of her mouth. It was too late however, as one of the men was busy fastening the straps at the back of her head.

When the man released her head she looked down and saw the blood splattered on the floor. She watched as one of the men crimped a ring into the new hole. It appeared to be stainless steel. At least it would help prevent infection. Tiffany cried at the pain and at the violation of her body. The unrelenting butt plug still stretching her anus painfully.

Next her hands were tied behind her back. Then a strap was brought around her legs, fastening her to the stool/plug. Ankle manacles were attached and a three foot spreader bar spread her legs apart. They let her feet rest on the floor, but with the bar spreading her apart there was no way she could stand. Even if she wanted to, the strap prevented the butt plug in her from coming out.

The men all took turns checking out the new piercing. The attention to such a sore area hurt Tiffany greatly. All she could do was cry about it. One of the men retied her hands out to either side and attached to the support poles. There was little way that she could fall off of her stool now. One of them gave her left nipple a twist and they all filed up the stairs, grabbing their briefs as they went.

Tiffany was now all alone. She looked down at the blood on the floor and jerked lightly on her bindings. Knowing that the men were very careful to secure her she seriously doubted that she could get loose, but something inside of her made her test the strength anyway. As she sat with the plug stretching her anus wide she wondered just how much more torture her, her sister and her friend would be subjected to. She cried at the realization that they were not more than a few hours away from home and they would likely never be found.

Several hours passed and eventually two of the men returned to the basement. They tied her hands behind her back again and then undid the strap holding her to the stool. Next she was raised up. The weight of the stool pulled the butt plug from her sore ass.

"Let's see if it did any good." one of the men said. They then laid poor Tiffany face down on the sleeping bag on the floor. Already undressed it was little trouble to regrease her asshole and slip right into her.

"This feels good! We ought to stretch them more often." the man inside of Tiffany's ass said.

"Hurry up, I want to try it." the second man said.

Fortunately, for Tiffany, he got his wish as the first man pumped her tender and stretched ass something less than five minutes before shooting his load into her. Spent, he rolled off of her. She didn't have long to rest, however, as the second man was thrusting himself inside. Stretched beyond anything she had ever been she wanted desperately to close up her asshole, but knew that any little effort other than total relaxation of her sphincter would result in severe pain. Having been butt fucked already she knew the consequences of other than total submission to her captors. The first time they had her anally she didn't realize that there could be such pain.

The second man, too, came quickly. Rolling off of her on the opposite side both men lay there resting. Eventually the two men got up and dragged Tiffany back upstairs and chained her to the wall between Lisa and Rebecca.

"What'd they do to you?" Lisa asked first, noticing the blood on Tiffany's inner thighs.

"They made me pierce my pussy. Pray they don't make you do that. It hurt worse than a whipping. Being sodomized afterwards was nothing compared to that." Tiffany said, spreading her legs so Lisa could see her new ring.

"Oh my God."

"Tiffany, what did we do to deserve this?" Becky asked.

"Nothing little sister, nothing. Except, of course not doing what mom told us to do." Tiffany said.

"It's all Lisa's fault."

"I know, I'm truly sorry too."

"I'd blame you if I thought that it were. It's only partly your fault. Partly mine for letting you con me and Becky into coming with you. It's also somewhat my fault for not listening to my mom when she told me not to go riding around with you anywhere. If I would have listened it would be just you here and not me and Becky stuck with you. As usual, I thought mom was just being mom and that her nagging was the usual nagging that moms do. I knew that a girl could get raped and maybe knocked around and sometimes even killed. I've heard stories about girls being kidnapped, raped and killed by gangs. I just never expected anything like this to happen." Tiffany said.

Hours later the girls were fed then led to a downstairs bathroom where they were hosed off. They were allowed to rest that night, un-tortured, but chained up.

Not having windows in the room the girls couldn't tell that it was morning as their captors put transportation shackles on them. Their ankles were chained together with a chain of less than twelve inches. Their wrists were bound behind their backs. Gags were inserted and secured by straps around their heads. One of the men put diapers on the three girls. He fondled them the entire time he was doing it.

Next, the girls were loaded into the van and sat against the wall. Hours later they reached their destination. After changing the diapers and feeding the girls they were put onto an old prop plane. It was beat up and in poor condition. There were two other girls already inside when Tiffany, Lisa & Becky were loaded in. The other girls too, had gags.

Tiffany saw that the other two girls had been beaten badly by the bruises on their faces and bodies. One of the girls had blood on her thighs coming from her vagina. Tiffany wondered if it was menstrual flow or from abuse. The plane took off and flew for several hours before landing. Listening Tiffany could tell that they were being refueled. She cried, knowing that they were being flown very far from their home and would never be found.

After flying all night and most of the next day the plane landed. The man tending to the girls, having changed their diapers and hand feeding them, carried each off of the plane. Being over the man's shoulder, Tiffany couldn't see much but the ground as she was taken off of the plane. It was hot outside still, even though it was late afternoon. The sun felt good on her naked skin. She was put into the back seat of a limo along with the other girls.

The car drove for several hours. The driver talked the whole time in an oriental language that Tiffany didn't understand. She thought about her geography classes in school and figured that they were somewhere in the orient. When the car finally stopped two men carried the girls out, one at a time, into a building. Tiffany got a look at the surroundings and saw nicely kept grounds. It looked like this might be the mansion of a very well off person. Although dark, the driveway was well lit.

Once inside of the building the girls were brought to a room and placed against a wall. Several minutes after the last of the five girls were in a woman entered the room. She looked very mean and was old. She checked each girl out, feeling them here and there and parting their legs and looking at their pussies. She made comments to another woman who was with her taking notes. Since it was in the language that Tiffany didn't understand she had no idea of what the woman was saying.

The two women left the room. Half an hour later, more or less, they returned, along with another woman. The three women had on leather pants and short tops. They each had a whip and riding crop fastened to a belt around their waist. The head woman nodded at one of the girls, a petite blond of about fourteen, and her two assistants stood the girl up and removed the ankle restraints, diaper and then the gag. The girl immediately began cussing. One of the assistants held the girl while another got a low bench. The girl was placed across it and severely thrashed, Tiffany counting over a hundred whacks from each of the assistants who alternated on the poor blondes behind. After she settled down the two assistants raised her up.

"My name is Mistress Chaing. You will address me as such."

The blond just stood sullenly, her butt on fire from the whipping. Mistress Chaing nodded and an additional ten lashes were given.

"You will learn the proper form of address." Again a nod and another ten lashes. Finally, through the tears a feeble 'yes mistress' was heard.

"Good. Now stand there." Mistress Chaing said and pointed to an x on the floor. The blonde backed up and stood where she was told.

"Get the next one." the order was given to get Lisa. After being un-gagged Lisa looked at the mistress. "Who am I?"

"You are my mistress Chaing." Lisa said, hoping that is what the woman wanted to hear. The implications for a mistake were very obvious to Lisa.

"You are correct, now stand there." Lisa found the x and stood on it.

The brunette was untied and kept her mouth shut. After Becky and Tiffany were placed on their marks without further incident the mistress inspected the girls once more. She paid particular attention to Tiffany's new pussy ring. Pulling on it firmly she asked Tiffany if it hurt.

"Yes mistress." was the answer that Tiffany gave through clenched teeth.

"It looks fresh." Mistress Chaing said and then turned to one of her assistants, "This one must be defiant, the suppliers have her ringed. Get me a #2 training kit, we may need it."

Tiffany had no idea of what a #2 training kit was but had little doubt that it would be painful. At least she knew now why she had been pierced. That wasn't good however, since she now had to try extra hard to please the mistress. She had given up hope of escape on the flight over to whatever country she was now in. The best she could hope for was getting into as little punishment as possible and doing what she was told. Perhaps later there would be a chance, but first she would have to figure out where she was at and how to contact someone. The price for failure could be quite painful if not fatal. Tiffany had heard stories of slavery in the modern world and knew that people trading slaves would have little hesitation in killing one of them.

"My but you are a young one." the mistress said examining Becky. Rebecca stood as still as she could while she was poked and prodded.

"You will all learn to be obedient. You will only speak when spoken to. You will do what you are told. If you can't do what you are told to do you will be punished. Is this clear?" the mistress asked to a round of affirmations.

"Undo them." the mistress ordered the assistant. The girls' handcuffs were removed.

"Lest any of you think of running I'll let you know that you are in the middle of a jungle. There is no where to go. From now on you will wear nothing. You will be naked to show off your fine young bodies." the mistress spoke. All the girls stood naked on their marks.

"Good. Now bend over and grab your ankles." the mistress said. All five of the girls complied this time. The mistress walked by each of them inspecting their asses and vaginas.

The other assistant returned, carrying a medium sized cardboard box. This was the training kit for her, Tiffany guessed. Her inspection of the girls over with, the mistress gave Lisa five whacks across the ass with the multi-tailed whip. Lisa screamed out but remained bent over. Satisfied the mistress repeated the whipping on the brunette. On the first whack the brunette stood up and rubbed her ass. The whip fell across her neck. "Bend over you filthy little slut!" The brunette tried to run but was caught by the two assistants. They then brought her, struggling, to the bench and tied her down with leather straps that were attached to the legs. The poor girl was whipped from her neck down to the soles of her feet by the two assistants. Lisa looked up to see it and was given ten lashes by the mistress. "I didn't tell you to look."

Tiffany, knowing how much trouble they were in didn't dare do what she wasn't told to do. Luckily her sister didn't either. After the brunette was severely whipped she was returned to the x and made to bend over.

"Now, we'll try that again." the mistress said and gave the brunette twenty lashes on her already marked up ass. The girls screamed but remained folded over, clasping her ankles. Tiffany could see from the side of her eye without actually looking up. Next Becky was given ten whacks with the riding crop. Tiffany could tell by the sound and by the quality of the screams. Next in line, Tiffany jerked as the first whack fell. She screamed from the painful riding crop across her fine young buttocks. However, she didn't raise up. She was given twenty whacks. Figuring that she had been marked as disobedient she was probably in for a harder time than the other girls. The mistress finished up with the blonde who took the whipping without moving, but with a sufficient amount of screaming.

"Excellent. Now we'll do it again until you all get it right." and the mistress proceeded to give each girl ten whacks with the riding crop, except for Tiffany who received twenty. This time no one stood up.

"That's better. Now stand up." the mistress said. All five of the girls stood. The blond must have had some sort of look on her face because she got a quick quirt between the thighs.

The mistress looked at each of the girls carefully. Then she went to Becky. "You sure look a lot like one of the others. Is this one related to you?" the mistress asked pointing Rebecca's head at Tiffany.

"Yes mistress."

"How?"

"She is my sister."

"Interesting. A matched set. We'll have to make sure you two stay together. You're probably worth more that way. Make a note of that." the mistress told one of the assistants.