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BLACK WIDOW OF THE ORIENT [ part 3 ] Acquisition #1 Ms. Fung had watched the school for several weeks, using the telephoto lens of her camera to zoom in and observe the comings and goings. The girl she had her eye on was Melody, who was 4" 11", thin, with long dark blonde hair. Her breasts were apple sized buds, shapely and pert, but as yet immature. She knew she was between 11 and 13 because it was an elementary school, and she was a good judge of children's ages. Ms. Fung had followed Melody off her bus and knew she would walk down the same path next to the park after class. It was sometimes a busy area, and Ms. Fung had aborted several attempts at her target. Her plan was to concuss her with her custom made cosh club, and then take her to her black Lexus sedan, where she would be deposited in the trunk for transport. Ms. Fung watched the class through the lens of her camera, parked in a business parkade that was closed at this hour, so she could do it unobserved. The drama rehersal had about a dozen girls, and the teacher. It was class that was doing a play of some sort, and each girl was required to wear a costume. Melody was dressed in a red vietnamese dress with gold trim that had a very high hem, exposing most of her upper thighs, with her hair done in a bun, and her legs were clad in flesh colored dancers tights and black slippers. The class ended and Ms. Fung drove out to the park, some 2 minutes drive, and parked in the parkade next to the street entrance. It was moderately wooded, and Melody would be walking close to the trees, as she usually cut across the park and walked along a small path for a short distance, to get to her street. Ms. Fung was dressed in black knee high boots, a black leather skirt, nylons, a matching coat, and her black purse. She looked very upscale and proper, her hair done up, and she had a pearl necklace on. Ms. Fung saw the girl from her vantage point in the trees, it was overcast, and there were no others around as Melody walked down the path. Ms. Fung was pleased to see she was still dressed in her drama class costume. Her hair was still done in a bun, and she had a small red bag, and no jacket. She could she she had a nice walk, and her small breasts were visible under her tight bodice. Ms. Fung thought the girl was quite daring to be walking home in such an outfit, and wondered what kind of parents would let her, such carelessness. She decided as she approached to walk down the path in the oncoming direction, holding a small city map in her hands. The girl walked up to her, and Ms. Fung said "Oh, hello, im trying to find 14th street". Ms. Fung had never been this close to her and decided she was maybe 13 or so, and very pretty, with blue eyes and thick lashes. She had shapely calves that were encased in the semi gloss tights, and her makeup was very exotic looking, as were her cherry red lips. Melody stopped, and said "I thinks its right over there" and pointed, turning her head slightly. Ms. Fung had her cosh club hidden under the map, and she swung it over handed, and it hit her target with a "kwhop!" sound on the top of the surprised girls head. "ughhh" Melody let out, and she half turned, and her knees gave out. Ms. Fung quickly caught her and put her arms under the stunned girl and dragged her backwards to the trees, looking to see if she had been spotted. She went back and collected her dropped red bag. Melody had no idea what happened to her. She felt the club? hit her and everything went gray. She was being dragged into the woods by the woman, and all her plans on how to handle such a situation were momentarily knocked out of her senses. She was dragged into the nearby brush and laid to the grass. Her head hurt and she tried to scream, but nothing came out except a small moan. The chinese woman had pulled out a white paper mask with an elastic strap from her purse, and knelt beside her. She was too weak to fight her off. "No, no don't" she pleaded, her head was propped up, and the lady put the mask towards her face and she fastened the strap around her head, keeping the mask in place. "Nmm, grmmm" she said. The chinese lady then opened a brown bottle of liquid and began to splash it on the mask. Melody kicked her shapely legs in protest, but it did little good. The lady looked at her without expression as she carried out her fiendish plans. "This will help your sore head my dear, I had to club you just once, so don't fret" Ms. Fung whispered to her, "its time for young princesses to fall sleep" she cooed to her softly. The strong, sickly sweet smell of the noxious fumes were overpowering and Melody felt like she was floating. Everything was very, slow, her vision was getting blotchy. Her legs moved restlessly up and down, and her arms flailed weakly at her captors hand. She tried to turn from side to side but the chinese lady was too strong for her, and Melody gradually weakened as her head was getting heavy. The lady examined her bright blue eyes closely, swishing away a few locks of her shiny brown hair from her face, "sweet surrender" she said to her. Melody drifted in and out of a sea of drugged sleep, and eventually opened her fluttering eyes "hmmfff, imm, gnrrnn" she mumbed in a weak voice beneath the mask. She looked up at the trees, she knew she should run away, but couldn't find the strength to get up, or even move. Melody felt her slippers being removed, and she felt a splash on her face as yet more of the stinking liquid was splashed on her knockout mask. She felt gradually warm all over and very tingly, as she breathed in more and more ether. She came to, but was very confused and slow witted, through the ether she was breathing in. Had she been robbed? she thought dreamily, then she was being picked up by the lady and with her arms and legs hanging limply, and was deposited in a large car trunk. The lady was tying her ankles together with pantyhose and she was tied above the knees as well, her thighs exposed as the lady worked dextrously with her long red fingernails on her new bonds. Her tights were still on, and somehow she felt less violated because of that. She didn't know where her slippers had gone, then remembered they were taken. Why had she not been raped? Isn't that what happens next? she thought idly. She felt very strange, as if she had too much cold medicine, like what happened to her last year, but she didn't care anymore, she just drifted along and tried to remember what was going on. Her friend susan warned her about the park, that there were dirty men there, but the lady had looked so friendly and she seemed nice.she couldn't be raped, not, not by a woman she thought. She was turned over and her slender wrists were bound, then, suddenly, her mask was taken off and she breathed in fresh air. She felt tightly trussed up and knew escape was not possible. She looked down and could see the contrast of the beige pantyhose that bound her ankles, and thighs, and her tights. The woman pulled up her short hem, and pulled back the thin material of her leotard near her crotch, so as to expose the prize beneath, and looked at her private bud for the first time, inviting and protected by the thin flesh colored material. Ms. Fung stroked her mound with her fingers and felt the warm bud beneath, Melody squirmed only slightly at the tender touch. Melody tried to say something, but her open mouth was too dry. Ms. Fung then stuffed a white sock past her lips and tied another one around to keep it in place. "You won't be able to call for help my child" Melody was told, her cheeks felt amply stuffed. Finally, Ms. Fung leaned into the trunk, grasped her head from behind one more time and held the freshly soaked ether mask to her nose and lips, holding her firmly as she lay supine in the makeshift hold. "Take that, one last dose for you, you silly girl" she scolded her. Melody didn't try to move her head, but surrendered to what she knew was going to happen. She so hated the smell, and she only protested with a muffled "glmmpffff", her eyes were glossy and unfocused, and her eyelids grew heavy and she succumbed to the intoxicant once again. She was layed down again, and left to doze in her semi drugged condition. Ms. Fung closed the trunk Ms. Fung drove the lexus for 2 hours into a rural area of the state, to meet with a company transport van. She was very horny, and considered the young girl in the trunk, and came to a decision. It was after dark when the lexus pulled up to a large rv parked in a rural farm leased by the company. The trunk was opened and Ms. Fung inspected her prize. The young girl was trussed tightly, and was sleeping, her mouth gagged with pantyhose and her shapely legs tied up. Ms. Fung picked her up, and carried her to the rv. Melody gradually regained her senses and awoke to being untied and layed down on a luxurious double bed with large pillows. Ms. Fung whispered to the wide eyed girl. "It was easy enough to capture you, taking children is my specialty" Ms. Fung said, sitting next to Melody and caressing her cheek. "Do you want to me to take you now, my sweet, or shall I let you rest?" Melody shook her head, and mumbled through her gag. "I have decided to ruin you, my sweet girl, at great cost to me, and I will deliver you deflowered, to my master, rather than untouched, as I have my needs to consider" Ms. Fung told her matter of factly, as she undid the gag ties, and pulled out the wet sock ball from her mouth. "I will moisten your girlhood, and then I will oil myself and come to you with my horn at the ready!" Ms. Fung teased, and left the bedroom. Melody was still dazed by the ether, but understood the woman was talking about having sex with her, and her fears of rape had been rekindled. "I, I.have to go.." Melody croaked, dry mouthed, but the woman left the room and did not reply. Just as Melody thought of trying to get off the bed, the chinese woman returned. She was dressed in a black leather leotard, barefoot, with her raven hair down loose. Melody stared open mouthed at the fiendish device that was strapped to the womans private area, a black unicorn head with a long horn, almost a foot long, tapering at the end. It looked, no she thought, it wasn't that was it? "I know young girls like unicorns, and this one you will be mated with" Ms. Fung said to her, stroking its long black horn shaft. "No, no, you shouldn't do that to me" Melody sobbed, but the chinese woman ignored her and pulled her arms up through her dress, and then removed her bra and laid her back down on the bed. She was now only in her flesh tights, her small breasts exposed with her naked midriff. "Im going to cut out the gusset of your tights, hold still" and with that Ms. Fung produced a small scissors Melody was finally given relief from her tormentor, but as she looked up, she saw the woman standing at the foot of the bed, her unicorn horn glistening with some kind of clear lotion. She gasped as she stroked her long rubber tool. Ms. Fung smiled at her and approached the bed. Before Melody could cry out she was atop her, and slid her arm under her head for support, her toned muscular legs parting her smooth thighs easily, she pushed her girlish legs far apart, and she knew the woman was attempting to position her for sex. "Please, no, im not old enough for this" she pleaded, wide eyed. Ms. Fung kissed her small breasts, and her neck, and lips, and Melody did not resist, but she gasped innocently when she moved to each new part of her body. She felt the woman's fake penis push at her opening and a warm tingling flowed through her, and a fear. "I'm going to spear you now my young one" the woman said, and Melody felt the ram slip into her opening, and push an inch into her velvet tunnel. "Ghhooohhhnnn!" was all she could manage, and Ms. Fung slid more and more of the black unicorn pole into the girls tender sex. Melody felt the staff slide deep into her, the horn dink sliding along, deep, into her warm abdomen, down her itching, aching canal. Her legs were apart, and her feet and calves slid around her lovers legs, as she kicked out in shock. A deep "shlop, shlop, shlop" sound accompanied her penetration, as her rapist poled into her virgin maidenhood. "NO, UGHH, NO, OH, GHUHHH!." Melody let out as the thick black pole forced its way to her hymen, then past it. Melody let out a high pitched shrieking cry that only young girls can make. She was covered in sweat now, deflowered, and she could see her blood smeared on the womans sex as she did the dirty business in her. Ms. Fung propped her head up and made her look at her predicament. The phallus was huge and it swung close to her pubic bush as she impaled her ever more deeply with long powerfull strokes. "Please somebody stop her!" she blurted out in pain and fright, but the deep thrusts continued, her lovers powerful scent awash in her young nostrils, she only dimly noted her light toned tights contrasting her bare skin, as she felt her rubber rod plow deep into her. Ms. Fung smiled at her and held her hands in hers, enjoying the spectacle of the girls violation. "Surrender to my wild steed my blue eyed maiden" Ms. Fung said to her cruelly, "you are my property now". Ms. Fung called out filthy things in her native tongue, feeling her pent up need coming forth, she slid her stained tool almost out of the girls cunt, only to plunge it in again, head deep, past her ruined folds and into her young captives sex. Melody sensed the tempo quicken and knew that her assailant was reaching some kind of terrible crescendo. "I HAVE RUNIED YOU, YOU LITTLE CHEAP TART!" Ms.Fung cried out in orgasm. "OH MY GOD!!!" Melody shrieked at the final, terrible pounding she received. Ms. Fung at last pulled out of Melody, the unicorn dripping her fresh virgin charms, and let her lay quiet, her hair a tangled mess and her sex opened red and wet, freshly violated, the bed stained with the evil deed. The girl captive stared at the ceiling with her pretty blue eyes and said nothing, defeated and ruined. Ms. Fung arranged to send her to a brothel in Mexico and let her be fucked out there. She would find a fresh victim for the company's next shipment. Acquisition #2 The next girl was purely happenstance, as Ms. Fung was driving back from a drug buy on her way to a motel she was staying at for a few days before starting a new assignment. Ms. Fung picked up a hitch hiking teen brunette girl, skinny and sexy looking in her painted on blue jeans, tight enough you could see her pantylines. She had walked home after a late party, and was desperate for a ride after breaking up with her boyfriend who she had caught kissing another girl. She wasn't far from home, and she was carefull never to hitch a ride with men. Ms. Fung pulled over when she saw her, and was prepared to force the girl into the car if she didn't come willingly. The girl looked naïve and gratefull as she swung open the passenger door of the dark sedan for her, and soon they were driving into the night. Ms. Fung made an excuse to pull over, saying she needed to look at her street map, and rendered her passenger unconscious with an ether soaked rag she had hidden in the glove compartment before driving her to a cheap motel where she was carried inside, stripped and clothed for her eventual rape and sale. Ms. Fung made the call, and a local pimp with connections to the company would pick her up within the hour. She enjoyed selling girls to pimps, to be dressed up as sluts. Ms. Fung stripped the girl of her jeans, and threw them aside, and slid her pink panties down her legs as well as her bra. She was left in just her white knee high socks, and her white short sleeved top. 13 year old Stephanie came to her senses in the dimly lit motel room, on some kind of large couch. She was tied up with pantyhose around her ankles, knees, and her thin wrists were tied behind her back. She just had on her white silk undershirt and thick knee high socks, she saw her uncovered bush, and was afraid. Her head hurt and she was confused, where were her clothes? Was she being kidnapped? The woman who had obviously knocked her out with some kind of ether soaked cloth, the last thing she remembered was slipping into a hazy high from the awfull smelling cloth that the lady had forced on to her face. Struggle as she did, she was very strong, and she was too weak to fight her off, despite all the thrashing and kicking she had done. The woman now came through the door, resplendent in her black spandex dress, white nylons, and thigh high red leather boots. As she remembered, she was chinese, middle aged, and well toned, with her black hair in a ponytail. She was carrying a small bag and sat at a nearby wooden table. "I see you are awake my princess" she said in a thickly accented tone, "don't struggle my young one, my bonds will easily hold you" she said with her back to her. She looked to be preparing some kind of small needle. She was heating a spoon up with a lighter, and she drew the needle until a brownish liquid was drawn into the syringe. "Hmmffff!", Stephanie protested through her cloth gag, but that's all she could do. She struggled to move but was tightly bound. She had heard of girls being drugged and raped she thought fearfully. The chinese pimp got up, holding the needle in her hand and knelt beside her on the carpet. She stroked her captives bare thigh and said to her "I need a new bitch to sell for a street brothel my sweet, and you are so very young and pretty", she said, tussling her long brown locks in front of her blue eyes. "This wont hurt, it's a powerful opiate that will render you to my purpose, like so many before you!". Stephanies eyes were wide with fear. "So pretty, your rear end and coltish legs will fetch a high price. I have turned out many girls to the street young one, you will enjoy the attention the handsome men give you". With that. she stuck her in the right thigh with a sharp jab. "Hgmfffff, grmmm", she managed, and Ms. Fung pushed the contents into her muscle, then withdrew. "You have been turned out" she whispered to her with fake surprise, looking into her pretty face. Stephenie felt the sting, and the burning sensation as she was injected. She panicked, and struggled anew, but her legs were bound too tight. In a few minutes the heroin got into her blood stream, and she was doomed to the life of a whore. Ms. Fung ungagged her, and knelt close, making sure it would do its work. "What have you given me?" she said in a far away voice. "I , imm, nuh hughh"." and her speech slurred badly, and her eyes glazed. Her head went down to the arm of the couch. Stephenies captor expertly put her tangled long brown hair in a ponytail with an elastic. Ms. Fung then cut her bonds with a small knife, and proceeded to caress her long legs, now free. Her wandering hand stroked her bare vaginal mound, and watched her closely as she succumbed to the street drug. Ms. Fung stroked her calf with her red long red nails, digging into her skin. Stefanie groaned and whimpered. She told her how pretty she was, and how she was going to be wearing pretty dresses for her boyfriends. The euphoria of the heroin gave the girl a moist crotch, and Ms. Fung playfully slid her experienced hands over her damp girlhood, manipulating what she could with her long fingers. A handsome black woman, young and very muscular, with long black hair and fine features approached from the shadows and knelt beside Stephanie. The new friend was dressed in a white skirt, black blouse and shiny tan nylons. She wore nothing on her feet. Before the girl knew it, she was being orally serviced by the experienced womans tongue. Stephenie lay there and let the sensation wash over her as the woman tongued and sucked at her vaginal lips. The young captive began to moan, but she could barely keep her eyes open. Ms. Fung knew that the heroin had been a good, potent dose. Stephenie became increasingly restless. She groaned and squirmed as the strange woman performed orally on her. Stephenies hands moved over the womans back, but the girl did not resist her molestation. The chinese woman cradled her head while sitting on her knees near the couch, and kissed her deeply, tonguing her warm lips. Stephenies crotch was on fire in the black womans mouth despite her drugging and her inexperience, deep down, she was ashamed but at the same time, her immature sex responded to her velvet tongue! After a few minutes the girl felt her warm vaginal juices flow into the mouth of the black woman, which were eagerly sucked. "You are going to be a number one girl" Ms. Fung whispered to her, and french kissed her again. After finishing her tongue washing, Stephenies amour looked knowingly to Ms. Fung, who nodded in agreement, yes, the girl would be a fine addition. Stephenie suddenly gagged and coughed a few times, but then remained quiet. She was completely gooned on the heroin dose the procuress had forced upon the foolish ninth grader. Her face was smeared with Ms. Fungs lipstick, her fresh flower wet with the attention of her new owner. She was rolled over on the roomy couch to expose her smooth girlish buttox. The nubian amazon slid her nylons down, and expertly tied a large rubber dong to her crotch. The girl was grabbed around her thin waist, while Ms. Fung applied some sex lube to her puckered anus. Stephenie felt the pressure of the first thrust, catching her by surprise, then the warm sensation as the foreign prick slid into her rectum, and deep into her unbroken anal innocence, "ughh" she said in a quiet voice. "Relax bitch, take my man meat" the rapist pimp whispered to her. "I have all the right equipment slut child, hold still" she said to her. With a wet sound, the girls rear end was speared, and her pain was evident by the high pitched scream she gasped. There was intense pain, but at some point through her young tears, a dull realization that she was being fucked by a rubber dink, and she relaxed, fascinated and ashamed through the fog of her drugging. Stephenie knew some boundary had been crossed, that there was no returning to as she felt the warm rubber of her lesbian lover slide past her contracting sphincter, and she let out another small whimper of pain and uncertainty. After several minutes of pounding the girls smooth rear end the black woman called out in orgasm, holding the girls waist in her hands, digging into her sides with her fake nails, as she let her orgasm flow freely. Stephenies head was slumped forward, her rear end aflame in numbing pain from the fleshy piston, her breathing fast and shallow. At last the rapist withdrew her dark, nine inch, wet dink, wet with anal lubricant. Stephenie fell forward on the couch, dazed by her rape, sobbing quietly."That was worth the long drive, to break in your sweet ass baby" the black pimp said to Stephenie, caressing her sore bottom. She was satisfied that her rape would weaken her spirit, yet she could still advertise her vaginal freshness, assuming she had not been banged yet. No matter, it was all in the packaging of the merchandise. She produced a kotex and wiped her rectum clean. "I don't want you to soil your bottom" she said to her, and sprayed her rear end with a cheap perfume, misting her liberally. "There there, my pretty" she whispered, "all dry and better". Ms. Fung pulled off the girls ribbed knee highs, and put her into a pair of plain cheap flesh colored nylons for her journey. Sucking cock would be taught to her by her new owner, which was specified over the phone, and that was fine by Ms. Fung, she needed to get moving anyways. Next, the black pimp put a red wig on the raped girl, a short black spandex skirt, and then slid a pair of thigh high black velvet boots over her glossy legs. She was given a pink blouse, that was tied in a knot above her belly button, her shapely breasts needed no bra. Then Ms. Fung applied a quick makeup job of red lipstick, eye liner, and some blush. She protested weakly as she was guided to the waiting sedan, unsteady on her 4 inch boot heels, still finding it hard to walk with her ass so recently plugged, with Ms. Fung and "Sharon" on each arm. Stephenie sat in the back of the car, still very stoned and watched the the black rapist hand over a wad of large bills wrapped in an elastic to Ms. Fung. She noticed her makeup and wig in the mirror, she thought she looked like a total slut, but didn't care. She thought her boots looked great, but they pinched. She layed down in the backseat, she just wanted to sleep. She could sense the car was moving, and she passed out to the sounds of the highway. Stephenie was arrested under the alias of "Ginger" six months later by some vice cops who had done a name check on her after a prostitution sting. She was upset by having to go back to her parents, and preferred life as a call girl by this time anyways, and felt that Juarto, her pimp, loved her and would eventually marry her and take her to Venezuala as his wife. Her first trip to a store after she ran away from home was to shoplift some glossy white pantyhose, slippers, red hair dye, and makeup, and she needed to fix too, she knew her lover didn't like her sick from withdrawals, she got very bitchy without her smack. The security guard who caught up to her in the back parking lot was convinced into letting her go, impressed by the runaways shapely rear and calves, as he slid the glossy pantyhose on her skinny legs behind a shipping truck. The guard undid his zipper, and pushed the under aged hooker to her knees, indicating the price of freedom. Stephenie eagerly sucked the older man's cock, it was just business. Stephenie didn't get far after that, a smooth talking chickenhawk followed her and lured her into his nearby flop house, promising her a place to stay the night. Stephenie was fucked, and turned out by her new owner in a new dress, black heels, pantyhose, a blonde wig, and a hit of shit. By nightfall she was standing on a new corner, smiling and showing her well shaped fishnet clad thighs to passing cars. Her new pimp was never far from her side, and enforced his will with a rubber truncheon. Stephenie was promised if she made $1000 he would help him find her lover, which was a lot of cock to suck. Acquisitions # 3-7 Ms. Fung got a call from Mr Big, there was a recent bust of one of Bejing Tradings brothels in Bangkok, mainly to placate foreign police services, and they were very short of new girls. Mr Big needed merchandise and he wanted it quickly. Ms. Fung was ordered to get a shipment to Thailand as soon as possible, and was wired the funds she needed. Ms. Fung decided that bold action was required, she would kidnap an entire ballet class from their studio, and have them shipped out. She spent the next few weeks carefully identifying the right studio, and found one in "A B C Dance" a small ballet school on the outskirts of a coastal city. She went in to attend several adult classes herself, so she got to know the instructors, and the layout. Ms. Forbes taught all the classes, which were small, and she gained a schedule of the girls only classes, taught in the evenings. She made sure none of the parents stayed when they dropped off the girls, they only returned about an hour later to collect them. Perfect. Ms. Fung rented a motel room and flew in Rodney and Phoebe and they met for a strategy session. Rodney wanted payment of one of the girls, in lieu of cash, the pervert, Ms. Fung thought with a smile, and Phoebe would take one for Dereks stall. The rest would go to Bangkok. They paid cash for another used RV, and stripped it so it could be used to transport their cargo to a secluded area, where a ship would meet them on the beach of a secluded park. The girls would be transported by outboard skiff to the waiting slave ship, where it would sail for Thailand. The RV had foam mats, and wool blankets on the floor, and enough supplies for their needs. When the night came, Ms. Fung changed into her ballet instructor costume, which was a wine spandex skirted leotard, white tights, black legwarmers and ballet pink slippers. The class in question was a junior 10-14 class, and the girls were not yet on pointe. Rodney dropped her off near the studio, with Phoebe, who was dressed in a blue leotard and white tights, and would play the role of another student. Rodney would drive the RV and make sure nobody fucked with them. He parked in the back lot and waited. Ms. Fung walked into the lower entrance with Phoebe, but waited there. The place was located in a strip mall that only had daytime stores, so there was no other business, and it was after dark, on a fall evening. It was a simple ballet studio, with a studio, an office, and a washroom. Phoebe went through the door and upstairs to where they knew Ms. Forbes would be waiting in the studio about a half hour before class began. Phoebe had her purse over her jacket and smiled at Ms. Forbes, who was warming up at the barre. She informed her that the teen class was in two hours. Phoebe approached the lady, resplendent in her black unitard and black tights, a shapely caucasion woman in her late 30s. She had her blonde hair in a bun. She said "oh, I guess im early, can I still register for a drop in class". Ms. Forbes replied "Of course, you can." and that's as far as she got as Phoebe swung her cosh club and caught the woman on her temple with a dull wooden thud. She fell to the floor on her knees, and Phoebe stood over her and delivered another blow. The stunned ballerina never knew what hit her. She was pulled her by her ankles across the dance floor to the small office. She hit her again for good measure, and tied her up. She put a surgical mask over her face, and splashed ether over it. She mumbled and squirmed but she wasn't going anywhere. Ms. Fung came into the studio, set to be the replacement instructor, and Phoebe managed the phone in the office with the door closed, with the stunned teacher trussed in the corner. The first girl to arrive was 13 year old Kaitlan, who was always early. She had a black leotard, ballet pink tights, and her dance bag was carried over her shoulder. Her black hair was in a bun. She walked in, sat down and took off her runners right away, she didn't even notice Ms. Fung yet. The girl took her pink leather slippers out of her bag, and slid them on. She took off her coat and walked over to the barre. "Oh, hello" she said as she finally noticed Ms. Fung by the office door. "Hello, im Ms. Trent, I will be teaching tonight as Ms. Forbes called in with car trouble" Ms. Fung replied, smiling. The girl bought the story, why wouldn't she? and began stretching at the barre, her long shapely leg extending, her pointed toes. Ms. Fung decided she would go to Bangkok, and smiled and made a note of her name on a pad of paper, pretending to get to know her. "Shwack!.Thwop!", and the girl was concussed from behind with a sock full of metal pellets. Phoebe, who watched from a crack in the slightly open office door, quickly ran out and dragged the unconscious girl to the office, where she was bound, and given an ether mask. Some minutes later Rodney appeared at the door with a frightened looking Christine, all of 14, a lily complexioned brunette with pretty blue eyes, who was dressed in a white long sleeved leotard, ballet pink tights, runners, and her hair was also in a bun. "Im taking this bitch" he said to Ms. Fung, who was waiting by the barre. "Take her into the washroom, and make sure she stays quiet after your sordid love making!" Ms. Fung said, looking at the girl. "No!!!, somebody help me eeeeehhhh!" she squealed, and Rodney took her by the waist and dragged her through the washroom doors. Ms, Fung noticed the poor girl had peed herself in fright, a wet patch over her crotch. "Fuck Rodney, shut her up!" Phoebe said as she opened the office door. Rodney slapped the girl a few times, and stripped her of her shoes and coat, as she sobbed on the bathroom floor. He cut her leotard and her wet tights with a knife, and went down on her, moistening her virgin cunt for his black rod, within minutes her pink legs were kicking out as she was penetrated, gagged on her own socks so she couldn't scream. Her tears were soon streaming down her cheeks as she was plugged by her first cock. She wondered in her shocked state if she would be expelled from the Nutcracker performance if they knew she had been raped? "Ughhh, huhhh" she let out as she was brought back to her current predicament, the black mans dong stuffing her, the smelly man scent atop of her delicate body... Shannon, 12 a pretty short haired blonde came in with Brandie, 16, a large breasted auburn haired philipino beauty with very long legs. They both wore long sleeved black leotards and ballet pink tights and pink legwarmers. Ms. Fung waited for them to change, spinning the same story to the young girls. She had them at the ballet barre for a few minutes and then called Shannon into the office "I just need to confirm your previous experience" she said to the naïve blonde girl, it sounded good, while Phoebe went to talk to Brandie. Ms. Fung could just hear Brandie being knocked out, "what is that thing?" she asked Phoebe before she was shown exactly what it was. Ms. Fung grabbed the pretty Shannon from behind, and muffled her gasps as she saw the two tied up figues, one was her teacher, on the office floor. The blue cloth was sickly sweet with ether and she couldn't breath. The chinese lady kept the pressure on her face as she felt herself be guided to the carpeted floor to her knees in a dreamy haze, her legs not working properly. She knew she was being knocked out and she was so very frightened. Her next clear memory was being tied up with somebodys pantyhose, as she lay with her back to the wall, and she saw Brandie being dragged into the room by another ballet student, whom she didn't recognize. They must be robbing the place she thought, her slippers and leg warmers were pulled off, and the lipstick smeared cloth was brought to her face again by the chinese lady who had tricked her. "Hush my darling" the lady cooed to her, as she strattled the dancer on the floor, and she again slipped into a hazy fog, her head held firmly for the treatment. Rodney grunted, and pumped his princess full of his hot come, and slowly slid his prick out of the teenaged ballerina. She lay still, shocked and in pain from the brutal coupling, her pink legs held wide by the naked black thighs of her attacker. She babbled a few incoherent phrases, and stared at the ceiling. Rodney pulled out a bottle of aspirin, popped the top, and sprinkled some coke on the girls nose. She was made to breath it in, then she was carried out of the studio over his shoulder, her arms and legs dangling. She was high, numb on the coke, and well fucked, which is how he liked them. A small spot of blood and semen was left on the bathroom floor, some of it smeared by footprints. The girls were deposited into the RV by Rodney, along with Ms. Forbes, who would be taken to Mexican pimp and shipped to Tijuana, to be drugged and worked. Christine would end up at Derek the Dykes, as Rodney owed her money, the remaining three would go to Thailand. All the captives were trussed, and had surgical masks doused with ether over their faces. Every hour during the drive to the coat, Phoebe would splash some more on their masks, keeping them stupified. The RV stopped at an abandoned gas station, and Ms. Forbes was dragged out to a waiting car by two mexican men. She was carried and dropped into the trunk of the green Lexus sedan. The car left and an hour later a decrepid white van pulled in. Christine was carried out by Phoebe and Rodney, and deposited in the back, they would drive to Dereks brothel with the drugged girl. Christine made the mistake of struggling in the back of the van, she sensed she was being taken away for good (she was right), and Rodney slapped her several times, undid his pants and forced her to sniff more cocaine and then give him a blowjob, her first. She was suitably subdued for the rest of the drive, and was getting a craving for the white powder that her black rapist kept giving her. Her pink tights were stripped off her, and she lay in the back of the van in just her leotard, the snaps undone showing off her bare bush as she lay on the mattress. Ms. Fung drove away with the RV to the meeting spot with the ship. One month later. Brandie was craving her candy, and she wanted her man to make her feel better. She was being taken from behind by a fat white sex tourist, with a big dong, who finally came in her ruined cunt, and then left her on the dingy bed. Her man came in, a thai pimp who worked her day and night, and he finally gave her another shot of the brown drug that made her terrible cravings stop. She was a platinum blonde now, and she craved the smack that she had been given to her by her employers. She remembered the first time, of course, she cried and squirmed as the two heavy set men held her to the bed, and the needle was plunged into her naked ass. She didn't mind now, and quickly did the belt around her arm for her man as he guided the syringe into her vein, there, sooo, much.better.she was told to dress in her black spandex skirt and leather boots, and get her ass out into the bar, it was almost closing time, and she might get another date before being done for the night. She touched up her makeup, put her hair into a sassy ponytail, pulled on her worn glossy beige pantyhose, spandex skirt, black blouse and boots, and made her way to the bar, downstairs. She knew Phat loved her, he was just upset about her "lazy western ways", as he called them, and she knew she had to do better. He had made her feel so special when she first came here, almost a month ago. He didn't like her having sex with other men, but she needed to bring in revenue for him. She sat on the barstool and showed off her legs to passing men, who could see her young shapely thighs from the busy Bangkok street, the armed doormen never far from view. Phat would play coy until he knew a western man would pay top dollar for her, then arrange for a room for the two of them. It was the off season in Thailand, and there were not as many johns on the street, and so Phat took her upstairs to blow him which was her nightly chore. She kneeled at the foot of her bed, undid his zipper, and soon was massaging his brown cock with her experienced tongue. Her pretty head bobbed up and down on the dong. "Ughh, you good girl eh? You make Phat happy happy man" he told her as she tasted the salty come of her owner in her mouth, as he let out a groan of pleasure, and she sucked it all down, as per his orders. She was such a good girl. Acquisition # 8 Ms. Fung was back on the west coast, overseeing one of Bejing Trading Companys waterfront stores in a major city. It was a front for a brothel, disguised as a souvenir shop, featuring goods from Taiwan and China, clothes, lamps, kicknacks of all sorts. It was located near the waterfront, and had a lower level, that was accessed through a floor hatch in the back. She made sure there were always advertisements for great deals, a free phone, customer washroom, and signs in the window for special discounts for students. She was dressed in a green silk dress, with black flats, her hair done up, looking very much like a traditional Chinese woman for her customers. It was 11pm, time for closing, and she locked the front door and went into the back, through a black curtain. She went over to the safe in the corner of the back office, and withdrew a small black bag. She then threw aside an area rug that revealed a wooden hatch. She opened it with a creaking sound, and went downstairs. She went down a narrow hallway to a wooden door with a small sliding window. She looked inside, then unlocked the door with a large iron key. The stone walled room was quite small, and only had a bed and a sink and toilet. The bed itself was wooden, and was low to the floor. A caucasion girl, with long brunette hair was laying down on the plain brown blanket. She was dressed in a blue silk chinese dress, embroidered with a dragon, her legs were clad in glossy white pantyhose, and she had her right leg up at the knee. The girl was no older than 18, to be sure, Ms. Fung surmised. She had already been given heroin of course, and her clothing changed. Over the last two days she had been injected regularly by Ms. Fung. It was time for another dose. The girl was sleeping restlessly, and Ms. Fung took out the works from the small bag and arranged them beside her. Once the syringe was ready, she pushed her leg over, and slid up her dress to expose her shapely ass. The girl moaned, but did not speak. Ms. Fung stuck her in her right buttox and emptied the addictive opiate into her. There. She kicked weakly, and opened her blue eyes, but they were unfocused, the eyes of a junkie..."just a little bee sting yes?" the chinese lady said to her, "shhhh", and she kissed her forehead. Sandra was a runaway, and had made it out to the coast to escape an abusive home. She had lived on the street for several months, shoplifting and stealing to get buy. She had so far managed to avoid the pimps and perverts who had come across her path. She had only been in town a few days, and hooked up with another runaway girl, who told her that the tourist shops were easier pickings for shoplifting, as they tended not to have in store security. She had decided to stop in to "The Great Wall Antiques" a small tourist store that only had one lady inside. Unfortunately for pretty Sandra, that lady was Ms. Fung. She had stolen enough clothes and makeup to pass as a pretty tourist girl, and the evening that she went into the store, she was dressed in a tight blue long sleeved top, black knee length skirt with a wide gold belt, black tights, and knee high velvet boots. Her hair was in a ponytail. Ms. Fung could tell she was acting a part, but wasn't sure what it was, so she did here usual chinese-lady-not-mutch-english "routine", that all the tourists expected, and tried to figure the pretty teenager out. A couple entered the store, and browsed, while Ms. Fung smiled and sat behind the cash register. She watched Sandra clumsily pocket a small pendant in her front pocket, and pretended to continue shopping. The couple left, and just as Sandra was heading for the door, Ms. Fung grabbed her arm. "What the fuck are you doing" she protested to Ms. Fung. "You have taken with no pay" Ms. Fung replied, and with a very strong grip, marched the girl into the back, through the black curtains. "Sit down, im calling the police on you" she said, waiting to see her reaction. Sandra sat on the office chair, and was finally overcome with her ordeal. She started to cry, and told Ms. Fung that she was a runaway, and that she just wanted to go home. Ms. Fung listened to her tale, and assured her that she was best to talk to the police when they came, and they would make sure that she got back home. Sandra gave back the pendant and was very apologetic. She just wanted it to be all over! Ms. Fung convinced her to take her boots off and relax, and provided a foot stool for her while she sat back in the chair. Ms. Fung pretended to call the police, and assured her that they were on their way. She watched the girl closely, and decided that her story was genuine. "I need to put the pendant in this safe for now" she told the girl, and opened up the safe behind the desk. Ms. Fung quickly took out a small white square of paper, with a 1/16th of smack, and sprinkled it into a 1cc syringe, and inserted it into a small water bottle and pulled in ½ cc. There was no time to mix it very well. She walked behind the girl while she spoke, "I hope your parents will understand what an ordeal you have been through" she said sympathetically. Sandra sat cross legged on the chair, resting her chin on her hands "I think so, I mean, I have been away for so long you, know?", and Ms. Fung pricked her in her left shoulder and pressed the contents in. As she did so she pretended to fall, and pinched Sandra on her kneck with her hand. "Oh I am sorry, this carpet caught my toe" she lied to the girl. "Ouch, ughh, ok, that's ok" Sandra replied, unaware that she had been drugged. Ms. Fung took in her aroma, cheap perfume, shampoo, and teenage girl skin, she was getting wet. Sandra thought she was so lucky to find somebody to help her, and now that she knew she was going home, felt so much better. She stretched out her legs on the foot stool, showing of her shapely calves in her black cotton tights. She rubbed her shoulder which was sore. Ms. Fung walked to the front door, and locked it, and put the closed sign up. She then returned to the back, and drew her own chair next to the girl. She chatted with her and waited for the result. Sandra was talking comfortably with the chinese lady, and felt her hand stroke her calf from underneath affectionately, her touch tingled. The lady was, looking at her, and she, she felt, it was so warm in here?, and she stared at the lady. "I, I, umm.." she said, and the rush hit her brain. She flopped her head over the side of the chair, and felt the euphoria, she tried to focus but could not. The next thing she knew she was on the floor, her limbs quite useless. She gasped for air, her mouth was so dry, and she heaved but didn't get sick. She felt herself be pulled along the carpet, and down a hatch in the floor, her legs going "thump.thump" on each step as she was dragged ever deeper downstairs, and into captivity. Acquisition #9 Tamara was on vacation with her parents, and they had gone on a one day excursion on their own, leaving her in the four star hotel by herself. Her mother didn't approve of course, but she had argued with her that at 16, she was old enough. She promised to stay in the hotel, but as the evening wore on, she decided to go shopping on her own, just for a few hours. She wore a white lacy long sleeved sweater, brown skirt, above the knees with a side slit, plain nylons, and matching soft knee high brown boots with a heel. Her hair was blonde, worn long and loose, and she had green eyes. She was petite and very pretty, with nice pert breasts in a flesh toned bra. Two hours later she was in room #3, as it was known, in the underground of Ms. Fungs store/brothel, she had been lured downstairs and knocked out. The chatty girl gave away too much information to the chinese whoremaster, who wasn't about to let the flirty tart just walk out of her store. Ms. Fung promised her a better deal on the red chinese dress she was looking at, and told her the best stock was kept downstairs, which of course, it was. She walked down the stairs and into the small hallway that had three doors before she realized that it didn't seem right, there were not any dresses down here. Ms. Fung easily clubbed her and dragged her into the empty room. Her muffled cry would not have been heard from the street above. She moaned as she was dragged by her arms into the room, her boots scraping along the floor. "You are going to be my number one whore" she told the girl as she came to on the bed. She had her boots removed, and she was laying on a cheap wool blanket, her head throbbing, but now resting on a pillow. The chinese lady was tying her up, and before she could mouth a protest, her mouth was stuffed with a rag, and a piece of black tape was fastened over her lips. Her skirt was yanked off, as was her top. Her bra snap was undone and pulled away. She was then roughly rolled on her side and her wrists were tied tight behind her back with white rope, then her ankles were crossed, and she was trussed up. The chinese woman looked her over like she was a piece of beef in a shop, and then left her in the room, taking her clothes with her. Ms. Fung knew the girl didn't need to be tied, but she wanted the full effect of her kidnapping to break her will. Tamara heard the door locked with a loud metal grinding sound. Tamara struggled but her bonds held, her purse and boots had also been taken away, and she was left in just her nylons, tied up and left in the cold room. As the hours passed it grew dark. She couldn't believe what the woman had told her, she was to be a prostitute? No, no! her mind reeled, this couldn't happen to her! How could she have been so naïve? To walk downstairs as the woman so easily duped her, and to be so brazen! She was clubbed with no warning, and had no chance to call out for help. She knew at 16, she would be an attractive target for men who payed for sex.the woman had procured her for some kind of whorehouse. Tamara knew the chinese lady must be working for some very bad people she thought desperately! Some hours later the barred window creaked open and the mysterious woman peered through at Tamara. Her heart began to race, not knowing what was coming next. A bald black man looked in next, eyeing her body, he looked maybe 40 something. The window closed, and the girl could hear the iron key in the door. The chinese woman sauntered in, alone, holding a large bottle of wine. Ms. Fung sat on the edge of the bed, took the tape off her mouth, and pulled out the rag that had stuffed her cheeks. "Please, im not ready for this" Tamara pleaded pathetically. "Hush now, my girl, you did well, and look at the price you fetched" Ms. Fung told her, showing her a thick wad of bills that were rolled in her other hand, to show the captive what was happening to her. "You work for me now, I am your mistress my child, and your sex belongs to me". Tamara lay back in shock, "you cant keep me here, I don't belong to you" she said, but without much conviction. "Who gave you that money?" Tamara asked. "You know who did, don't you?" Ms. Fung responded, "I can buy many things with the men who will pay me!" and she laughed. "Time for us to drink some, yes? I need you silly and cheerful, and not so sullen" Ms. Fung said to her. The chinese lady popped the plastic twist cap of the bottle, some cheap wine that would suit the purpose "Sunset Vineyards" she could read on the label. She propped up the girls head and put the bottle to her lips "drink until I say to stop, if you resist, I will beat you" she said icily. Tamara was very frightened, and agreed with a nod. She gulped the red wine, and the chinese lady ensured she swallowed plenty. Tamara noted her current state, she was naked save a pair of nylons, bound at her ankles and wrists, being forced to drink booze by a woman who had kidnapped her, and had taken money from men to possibly rape her. She could not yet come to grips with it, and as she thought that, she felt the embrace of the womans arms, wrapping around her pert breasts, and steadying her better for her drinking session. "Let the wine warm your body, its so cold in here, isn't it?" her captor told her soothingly. After some time, Tamara was glassy eyed and slow to respond. "Do you think he was handsome" Ms. Fung asked her, "you can tell me". Tamara responded "he was black, but, wasn't he?, I mean was he going to be with, with me?" she sputtered, unfocused. "Yes, he will be , you're a very lucky girl to have a powerful man like that take an interest in you, take another sip now." Ms. Fung told her, and she gulped back another shot of wine, sucking the round glass end with her lips, the bottle ½ empty now. "He might buy you some nice clothes, would you like that?" Ms. Fung said to her, cradling her head, "he told me he loved you before he left, and wanted to help you" she said to the girl who was getting very tired. "He did?" Tamara giggled. "I, I just want to be a ready, but I think he's too old for me" she said. With that she couldn't drink any more, and Ms. Fung untied her and left her on the bed in her drunken stupor. "Hmmmghmmm!!!." Tamara moaned as the thick dong stuffed her. "Take her fresh pussy" the womans voice said. Tamara gave up her charms to the black man, who stuffed her with his thoughtless thrusts. Her virginity had not even lasted the night. Even in her intoxicated state, she had wanted to make a final plea, to have them see reason, she was too young after all for such things. She could only squirm as her assailant spread her thighs, and renewed his rape of her. His bulbous cock head, then the veined shaft, stuffing her. She had been sleeping, caught off guard, her nylons had been removed, she could see them on the small table in a ball, and her naked clitoris was now being invaded by the man who had payed her pimp! The candle on the table illuminated the chinese woman, who sat in the chair, watching her intently, dressed as before in her prim green silk chinese dress, her black hair done up in a traditional bun, her shapely legs, expensive pantyhose, black slippers, her thick makeup with dark eyeliner. The woman looked every inch the chinese madame she was to the girl. Tamara understood her relationship now. "Your first customer my sweet, and not your last" the whoremaster said to her. Tamara looked down to see her "johns" huge stained prick slide into her again, and she moaned in pain, "ghuhhh". The man found his rhythm in her wetness, and ploughed her without mercy. His chest came down on her pert nipples as he thrust forward, his body was warm and smelled of musk. Before she could scream out anew, she was french kissed, and did not resist, he lathered her dry mouth and young tongue with his, and played with her full lips, smearing what remained of her lipstick over her cheeks. "Ghhhh, oh my god no" she managed as her lovers tempo increased. He called out in orgasm, and withdrew his large dink. After laying on top of her, crushing her with his weight, he got up, covered in sweat, and slid his pants back on, not even turning back to look at what his money had ruined. Her lover left, escorted away by another chinese man. Tamara lay quietly, getting a chill from the body perspiration drying on her skin. She lay stunned as Ms. Fung addressed her "Im going to have you broken in girl, it will go easier on you if you have a large man first, to break you in" she explained to her. "Work as a good slut for me, and I will send you to the Far East, like all my best girls" she teased her. Tamara passed out. A few hours later another man was let in, and spread the unconscious girls legs again, and fucked her mercilessly while she lay, still very drunk. An hour after that she woke up as another man took her, yet she lay still as her pussy was lubricated with fresh come. At three men Ms. Fung called it a night and let the girl sleep it off. She would need a bath and some fresh clothes. Tomorrow would be another day, and her cum filled pussy would need a "morning after pill" to keep her without child, having her fucked with no condom brought risks, but also twice the price!, and Ms. Fung had a reputation for earning more than other managers in the "company", and she was determined to rise to the top. |