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He slapped her face.
	"Say, yes Master."
	"Yes Master,"  she whispered.
	His cock continued to slide easily in and out of her small pussy.
	"You like me to fuck you, don't you?"
	"Yes Master."
	"Maybe I'll have all my men fuck you. Would you like that?"
	"Yes master," she whimpered.
	"You are a piece of dirt. You are a cheap American slut! Aren't you?"
	"Yes master," she sobbed.
	He pulled his cock free of her pussy then and stood back. It was
still hard and bounced up and down as he backed away. He moved across
the room to a shelf and pulled out a belt. It was long and wide. He
doubled it and moved back to her.
	She stared at the belt, anxiously.
	He moved into place beside the table, looking down at her splayed
legs and wide open crotch. "You must be punished then." He smiled.
	 He raised his right hand into the air and brought it down, the belt
whirling through the air and cracking down against her mons. She
howled in pain, her loins bucking and jerking on the hard table. He
raised it again and again brought it lashing down to strike directly
against her soft pussy.
	She shrieked and cried out in pain, her head lashing from side to
side as she pulled mindlessly at the bindings holding her in place.
Her legs sought desperately to close, jerking spastically, her muscles
clenching and unclenching.
	"Do you think this is pain?" he chortled. "Wait until you taste the
crop and the whip, slut."
	Again and again the belt lashed down against the center of her groin,
cracking against her slit and pubic-lips with cruel, brutal force. By
the time he stopped her pussy was  nothing but a flaring, throbbing
pain that burned relentlessly.
	He put the belt down and then drove his cock between her tortured
pussy-lips, filling her sex with it's rubbery hardness. He began to
stroke again as he had before, his cock sliding in and out of her
ravaged lips with slow easy movements.
	Wendy felt his hard erection up high inside her belly as it pumped in
and out. The fat man's fingers were roaming over her, squeezing and
fondling her breasts, fingers digging deep furrows in her fleshy
malleable meat.
	His cock slid in and out of her parted pussy lips. Ho had no thoughts
of giving her pleasure of course, but her body was built with this in
mind, and her mind, was a dazed, bleary muddle, unable to constrain
her body's natural reactions to the pleasure of Ho's sawing prick
shaft.
	Her pussy, a burning mass of tortured nerve endings, absorbed this
new feeling, these new sensations, slowly, as if reluctant to open
itself to what might be new pain. But her clitty, despite the beatings
of the cruel belt, began to awake with the steady stroking of his high
speed prick.
	She groaned, the groan not different from the many that had proceeded
it, but signalling something new. Her body was heating up, igniting in
sexual fervour as Ho continued to fuck down into her. Her throbbing,
pain-filled breasts began to swell with pleasure.
	Her eyes, narrow slits, peered down the length of her body at her
splayed legs and her vulnerable pussy opening. She watched his thick
yellow cock driving in and out of her body, her eyes glued to her
entrance as she watched herself being stabbed repeatedly by the man's
hard erect organ.
	Ho was groaning with pleasure himself, and when the girls' groans
increased, he recognized the tenor. At first he was angry, but then he
felt proud that even through her pain, his mighty prong had aroused
her. He sneered down at the naked teen, hammering his cock down into
her wet, rubbery sex.
	"Whore!" he hissed, throwing his hips forward cruelly. "Slut!" he
shouted, pounding his hard yellow staff down her silky tube.
	His hands enveloped her breasts, crushing the aching meat between his
fingers. Soft pliable flesh oozed out between his fingers as he fucked
harder into the body before him. He grunted in time as he changed the
speed of his strokes.
	He pulled back slowly, then held for but a moment, just the head of
his sceptre inside her, then threw all his weight forward, driving his
hardness deep into her belly with a terrible, brutal thrust that made
her cry out in pain.
	He drew back again and repeated the act, then again, and again, each
time rocking the table with the force of his thrust, each time making
her breasts bounce and jiggle as she grunted and groaned.
	His excitement mounted and he began rutting into her with a flurry of
desperate strokes. Then the girl moaned and began babbling
deliriously. She jerked against the bindings, trying to push herself
back at him. Her mouth opened wide and she arched her back as she
jerked and convulsed in pleasure.
	Ho drove his pole up into her with vicious power and felt his balls
blowing, felt the wads of cum juice flying down his tube and shooting
out the end and into her silky depths. He sighed in relief, yet
narrowed his eyes as he leered down at her. His cock was still hard
and he intended to continue until the girl gave out.

	JJ looked up at the house on the hill doubtfully. "Is that it?" he
asked.
	"That's it."
	"Right up there in the open like that?"
	"Nobody is very curious in this neighbourhood," Raif said, wiping his
nose.
	"How many men's he got?"
	"Don't know for sure. I think between twenty and thirty."
	"Alarms?"
	"Don't know. But you can count on the best."
	"We need more information."
	"Nobody who works there is gonna talk."
	"Not willingly." 
	He turned to the skinny little man and sighed. "Raif, we need to know
where he'd keep prisoners, what kind of security setup he's got and
how many people are there."
	"Have to kill somebody then."
	"So do it, just make sure it's clean."
	"Shouldn't be too hard. All those people there, I can pick one off
when they come out."
	"Away from the walls."
	"You think I'm an asshole?"
	"Sorry. We're in a hurry too."
	"Can't rush this. End of shift is in four hours. I'll grab one of the
maids. They'll know the layout."
	"No. Take one of the guards."
	"Gonna be a bitch makin' him talk. These guys are really fanatics
about loyalty."
	"I got Jock Cooper and his magic bag of chemicals."
	"Oh, wow. He's expensive now since he turned to private enterprise.
You must be getting a bundle from the broad's old man."
	"Enough."
	"Okay, then, I'll get the guy and Jock can find out what he knows.
But there ain't no guarantee the guy knows a damned thing. He could be
a dumb soldier who walks the walls and never even gets inside."
	"Then we'll take someone we know will have answers, one of the older
guys in charge."
	"You got it Keemo sabe."
	"What do you think of the layout? Look hard to take?"
	"Shit no. Long as I got enough guys and we don't haveta worry about
the cops."
	"I don't think the cops will be much of a problem. You can count on a
lot of fire power from his guards though."
	"They won't live long. I figure to go in at night with silenced
rifles and night scopes, long as we got a lot of money to work with."
	"They'll probably have night scopes too."
	"They're fuckin gooks, man. My boys are pros, good old grade A
special forces."
	"Just so they're not too high to shoot straight."
	"Don't worry. We'll get you in. You just worry about getting us all
the fuck out of here afterwards. Even with silencers we're gonna make
a fuck of a lot of noise when those bastards open up with their
machine-guns."
	"What do you think our chances are of taking them completely by
surprise?"
	 "You mean just offin' them without them firing a shot? Not fuckin'
much. These guys are pros. They won't be asleep or playing cards, and
if they've got the best equipment, and you know old Ho will have the
best, they won't be taken easily."
	 JJ sighed and then shrugged.
	 "Okay, but make sure that we can get in fast. I want to get in there
and off the General before he knows we're there."
	"I thought we were just after the girl."
	"Why not take him while we're here. The guy's a sleazebag."
	"True, and that half million reward is as good in our pockets as
anybody else."
	 "Forget the reward. We'd never live to collect it. I got another
source of money for his death and it's a lot more private. Now, what
about those pirates?"
	"Girl was sold by a guy named Chung Lee. He didn't want to talk but
after Hofkins cut his left nut off he changed his mind. Says the girl
came from a fishing boat out of Nan-saon village north of Who-lam."
	"Find out which boat and who was on it."
	"Way ahead of you man. Should know by tonight."
	"Good. We'll hit it first as a kind of shake-down for the boys."
	"Who you got besides me and the odd couple?"
	"Mickey and Sims are damned good, Raif."
	"Yeah, sure. But that village is tight, man. They ain't gonna sit
back and let you off a dozen guys and do nothing."
	"I got Joey Connor, Deve Walters and Jean Leveque. I'm workin' ona
couple of others."
	"How about we flame the whole fuckin' village then?"
	"Alright by me. Just like back in the good old days, right?"
	"Yeah, fucking A."

	Wendy's body lay on the small cot in her cell, trembling. It
glistened with sweat but was otherwise largely unmarked. It would have
surprised an observer had he or she known how much pain was burning
away at the panting girl.
	After fucking her for a long time and spurting more of his cum into
her body, the fat man had again begun pulling pussy hairs out one at a
time.
.	 When he'd tired of that he'd started playing with the cattle prod
again, fucking her with it as she danced and shook frantically on the
table, sliding it along her belly and along the insides of her thighs
as its sharp sparkling tongue sent crackling electrical pain into her
body.  Then he'd ended the session by slowly closing his big hands
around her throat. He'd squeezed down gently, just enough to cut off
her breath as he stared into her eyes with enjoyment and curiosity.
Her chest had burned and strained, her eyes had bulged out of her head
and she had struggled desperately against her bindings.
	Then her vision had clouded, turning red as she was deprived of
oxygen and she had finally lost consciousness. He had woken her again
with smelling salts, only to choke her into unconsciousness again.
When she'd wakened, she'd found herself here on the cot.
	She didn't move, could hardly move. Her muscles ached horribly, as
though she'd been shovelling dirt or breaking rocks for hours on end.
Her breasts and sex burned from the electric shock that had passed
through them. In fact, all along her inner thighs, along her belly,
and under her armpits, the burning throbbed from the rod's touch.
    As for the inside of her pussy, the feeling was like a constant,
gnawing ache that would not go away. She lay there in a near stupor,
unable to comprehend her fate. She had no doubt that the fat man
intended to repeatedly torture her body until it was destroyed.
	Every sound made her wince and shiver in fear, in case it was someone
coming to take her back to the torture room. She had always thought of
herself as strong willed, but knew she would do anything, anything to
stop him from hurting her again.
	She'd had nothing to eat in the longest time, and little enough to
drink either. When the door opened her heart jumped into her throat,
but all the man did was lay a tray of food and a cup of water on the
floor. He closed the door again and she stared down at the food and
water.
	Despite her pain she rolled onto her side, then sat up and dropped to
her knees on the floor. She crawled awkwardly forward, then fell on
her belly with a grunt of exhaustion. She stared at the food, then
began to crawl forward on her belly, wriggling from side to side until
she could get her lips on it.
All her long schooled table manners evaporated as she wolfed the food
down like a starving mongrel, the previously finicky gourmet reduced
to a nearly mindless thing as she gorged herself on the food and then
slurped down the water.
	When everything was gone she sat back against the wall, her legs
straight and spread as she stared at the doorway.


	They drove a pair of old trucks down the rutted, hole filled dirt
road, stopping a mile from the village and turning off into the
jungle. JJ got out first, Sims, Mickey and Raif following. They were
in the first truck. Joey, Deve, Jean and Mark Hunter were in the
second.
	 All of them wore camouflage gear, including full head masks with
bulging round night vision goggles. All were carrying special issue
Israeli Uzis with long thick barrels that reduced their noise to
either dull spits, or light coughing, depending on whether they were
fired on single action or auto.
	"I just hope this doesn't alert Ho." Raif whispered as they made
their way through the jungle. "He doesn't know where the girl even
came from, and wouldn't take any notice of a village getting shot up.
He'll just think it was something to do with someone else's drug
running."
	"Let's fuckin' hope so." 
"I wouldn't be doing it like this if I thought otherwise. Now shut the
fuck up and watch where you're goin."
	They moved almost silently through the jungle, all of them veterans
of a war where noise meant death. All of them well used to moving
silently through the deep jungle. They easily avoided the amateurish
traps set by the villagers and drew up just inside the foliage outside
the village.
	"I still say we burn the fuckin' place," Raif whispered.
	"This is better. It'll scare the shit out of the survivors. They
won't know what the fuck happened."
	"We might miss one or two."
	"We better fuckin' not. We got the whole layout right here." 
	He pointed at the oilskin paper he held before him. It was a drawing
of the village and showed every structure there. A dozen of the
structures had X's on them, indicating that one of the pirates lived
there.
	JJ's plan was for them to get in, hit the pirates and get out without
anyone knowing they were even there. When the villagers woke up in the
morning and found a dozen dead, castrated men, they'd get the message.
The message was, watch where you put your dick
.	The idiots hadn't even been quiet. They'd bragged around the village
about the white girl they'd taken and sold. The others would know why.
That was important to JJ. He wanted them to know why.
	 He had been in Asia a long time. Round eyed girls had become almost
a sacred thing to him. The idea of a bunch of slope bastards tearing
one off a ship and raping her, then selling her outraged him. He was
gonna show these fuckers not to touch white girls.
	They separated and raced into the village, keeping low and using the
cover of bushes, trees and shacks. There were about five hundred
people living in the village, so the odds were at least a couple were
awake somewhere. If it was in one of their target houses, that would
be too bad.
	He reached his first target and flattened himself against the wall,
his head jerking quickly from side to side. Then he eased through the
door and into the shack. There were several kids asleep on the floor.
He moved gingerly past them and up to another doorway.
	He slipped through a curtain and into a second room. There was a man
and a woman asleep on a low mat. He kept his Uzi at his side, holding
a thin, long barrelled 22 instead. He pressed the barrel against the
man's chest and pulled the trigger.
	Even he could barely hear the phht of sound as the bullet shot into
the guy. His body jerked slightly and then was still, not breathing.
The woman slept on. He slid the automatic back into it's holster,
knelt and took out his knife.
	He left the little hut less than a minute after entering it. He
hurried across to his second target, and moved through the doorway
there. This one only had one room. A naked man lay there, half buried
by an enormously fat naked woman.
	JJ knelt and placed the barrel against the man's head, then blew his
brains out. The woman didn't stir. He squatted over them with his
knife and removed his keepsake. Two minutes later he was back in the
bushes, just ahead of Jean.
	The others slipped back one at a time until they were all together
again.
	"Any problems?" he hissed. 
	Heads shook quickly. 
	"Everybody get his man or men?"
	Heads nodded. 
	He turned to Raif.
	"Their boat?"
	"All set. It'll blow just after dawn."
	"Good. Let's go."
	"Hey JJ," Mickey asked.
	"Yeah?"
	"What the fuck do we do with all these dicks?"
	"Suck em," someone whispered, to snickers.
	"Just keep em' till we're well away from the village. I don't want
them finding them."
	"Okay, man."

	Wendy began trembling violently as the man led her down the corridor.
She was whimpering and trying to draw back but he pulled her along
relentlessly. Again they stopped at the double doors as he knocked,
again there was no answer. They went in.
	He locked her wrist cuffs together, then fastened them to a chain
above her head. She stood there, almost on her toes for almost two
hours before the fat man arrived again. As before, he examined her
closely, this time walking around her in slow circles.
	His hand rubbed lightly over her buttocks, squeezing each one in
turn. Then he slid a finger up into her anus as she stood there
wide-eyed in terror. He pumped the digit in and out slowly for a
minute, then withdrew it and walked around in front of her.
	"How did you enjoy your night?"
	She didn't answer and he frowned.
	"I expect an answer when I ask a question, slut," he said. "Did you
enjoy your night?"
	"Y... yes... master," she gulped.
	"Good. Are you glad to be here?"
	"Yes Master."
	"Good."
	"Do you want me to torture you again?"
	"...."
	"Well?"
	"No," she whimpered.
	"What?"
	"No Master." she whispered. Then she burst into tears. "Please don't
hurt me!" she begged. "I'll do anything you want! I'll do anything!"
	"Oh?"
	"Please," she mewled.
	"Well, we shall see if you will do anything. I have an excellent
imagination, you know."
	He reached up and unbound her hands, then stepped back, lifting a
short, ugly looking whip.
	"Kneel," he said.
	She dropped quickly to her knees in front of him, staring into his
erect cock. He pushed it against her lips and she swallowed it, taking
it into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down the shaft. He
stroked her head as she sucked him with desperate eagerness, his
fingers sliding through her hair as his cock moved back and forth over
her lips.
	She felt the nasty, acidic taste of piss on her mouth as she worked
quickly over his cock. She sucked hard, her tongue working furiously
as she sought to bring him off. She dug her tongue into the little
hole, then rasped it back and forth against the underside of his head.
	She tilted her head back, knowing she'd have to do the ultimate,
something she'd only done once before the pirates had captured her.
She shoved her lips up until his cockhead hit the back of her mouth,
then kept going. His cockhead punched into her throat and she slid her
lips right to the base of his shaft, taking his cock-knob down into
her throat.
	His cock was long and her neck short, so his cockhead actually slid
right through her throat and into the opening of her chest. She almost
strangled herself keeping in place. Her every urge was either to throw
up or choke.
	Instead she slowly worked her mouth and throat back down the length
of his cockshaft until the head popped out of her throat once again.
She sucked in a great gasp of air as her tongue worked quickly over
his cockhead. Then she pushed forward, and took the thing into her
throat again. It hurt, but far less than she would get if he resumed
torturing her, she knew.
	He stood there, not moving, letting her do all the work. She knew she
must appear eager and moved her mouth relentlessly back and forth over
his cock, heedless of the pain and discomfort.
	Then he pulled her head back and pulled his cock free.
	"Very nice," he sighed, looking down at her. "Now I want you to turn
around and bend over. Reach behind you and pull your buttocks wide
apart."
	She did as he ordered, having to balance herself on her shoulders as
she pulled her bottom open. She knew he meant to sodomize her and was
happy to submit. Rape held little fear to her now.
	He knelt behind her and she felt his cock pushing against her rectum.
The pressure mounted and her anus was slowly forced open. His cock
began to sink into her, bringing a tight burning pain to her rectum.
Yet it was as nothing compared to the tortures and she did everything
she'd heard she should to help him.
	She tried to relax her muscles so he could enter her more easily, and
raised her bottom a little so he had a better angle of entry. His cock
slowly sank down her tight tunnel, boring a hole open for itself as it
worked its way into her.
	She felt her anus tighten around his penetrating cock, and tried to
open herself, despite the pain. Then she clenched her anal muscles,
trying to suck him down into her. It seemed to work a little. His cock
moved deeper into her with less resistance. Then his balls were
pressed against her buttocks and his cock was fully buried inside her.
He slapped her hands away from her buttocks so he could squeeze and
fondle them himself, then his hands were under her belly, lifting her
up onto hands and knees.
	She spread her legs a little further apart as he held still inside
her, enjoying the feeling of her body around his cock. Slowly he began
to pull back, sliding his hung of male flesh down her back tunnel
several inches, then pushing it forward again.
	He worked up to speed, forcing open her anus as his cock slowly
pumped into her. He sped up further, and then further. Soon he was
hammering his cock into her numbed rectum. His hips pounded against
her buttocks, making her shake and jerk back and forth in time to his
powerful thrusts.
	She groaned in pain as his hips continued to beat a painful tattoo on
her backside and his prick continued to rip in and out of her rectum.
He forced her legs even further apart, until she could barely maintain
her balance and he was pounding downward into her anus with his
terrible thrusts.
	He reamed out her ass with his hot, hard sword, pistoning it inside
her back tunnel with powerful, brutal lunging strokes that sent his
cockhead smashing against the deepest parts of rectal channel, up high
inside her guts.
	It was like being punched in the belly over and over, only the punch
was inside her guts not outside. She clenched her teeth against the
pain as her guts churned and roiled and tumbled against his driving
cock-tool. His hands slid onto her hips and started jerking her body
back to meet his forward thrusts, increasing the punching power of his
fat cock head even more.
	Then his hands slipped under her belly. He sat back on his heels,
pulling her up and back against him. His left hand gripped her hair,
pulling her head up and back as his teeth bit into her throat. His
right hand squeezed her right breast in a steel hard embrace that
crushed her malleable flesh.
	She sat back against his cock as he rutted it slowly in and out of
her anus, his mouth sucking at the blood dribbling from her torn neck.
His right hand moved down between her legs and he stabbed a finger up
her pussy as he rutted into her.	The finger was followed by a second.
The two of them rubbed harshly in and out between her pussy-lips. His
fat bouncing ass jiggled as he humped into her from behind, his crotch
hair rasping like wire wool up into the tight, sweating cleavage
between her rounded white buttocks.
	His breathing became harsh pants as he fingered and skewered the
blonde girl. His face fell forward and he bit down hard on her
shoulder, making her cry out in pain and misery. His teeth bit cruelly
into her, drawing blood which he sucked on fiercely.
	His hand pushed in hard against her stomach, shoving her back against
him, forcing her bottom back against his rutting organ. Her bottom and
lower back were crushed against his fat, jiggling belly, shoved back
into him as if he were a mattress or soft cushion.
	His hot, sweating, bulbous belly encompassed and surrounded her,
pressing into her bound hands and bottom and hips as she was forced
back into it. His cock, hard and wet and pulsing with lust, drove high
up into her guts, its pointed cock-head jabbing up into her belly like
a hot iron spike.
	The exhausted girl could hardly comprehend the wild  and conflicting
flood of powerful sensations assaulting her body and mind. Her head
fell back against his chest, her mouth slack, her eyes half closed.
Every lunge up into her anus shoved her lower body forward, arching
her back and bouncing her head against his flabby, big breasted chest.
	His pudgy fingers continued to rub back and forth across her clit,
grounding and sawing against the little pink bud of flesh as they
pumped her cunt tunnel. He bit her again and again, leaving bite marks
all across her right shoulder. His left hand continued to squeeze and
twist and knead her aching left breast, making it hot and throbbing
with uncontrolled need.
	Her breasts swelled, growing larger and larger, without any conscious
knowledge from her teetering mind. He abandoned it, seizing a thick
chunk of her long golden hair and forcing her head far back and
twisting it towards him. His teeth bit into the side of her throat.
	He bit her  again, this time higher, then again, higher still, just
on her cheek. Then his lips closed on hers, enveloping them and
cutting off her panting breaths as his fat, sopping, drool covered
tongue pushed into her mouth and writhed around inside her oral
cavity.
	She mewled in bewilderment, her body shaking with weakness and pain
and an odd array of hot, electrical sensations that bore no
resemblance to those given her by his metal rod. Her rectum was well
and truly reamed out now, giving little resistance as he humped harder
up against her split buttocks.
	His cock slid up and down it's well worn tunnel as her anal mouth
clung to his cockshaft on each entry and withdrawal. His mouth was
almost eating at her mouth. He sucked and chewed and slurped, long
drooling gobs of his spit forced into her mouth as he sucked and blew
and bit down, leaving bite marks on her lips and tongue.
	His fingers were shoving far up into her now moist pussy tunnel. They
pushed through the oily pink pussy flesh as they pistoned in and out
of her. Wendy could hardly breath, her mouth covered by his like a
blanket, her nose crushed against her by his fat face.
	Then something hit her, a powerful jolt of enormous sensory passion.
It slammed into her belly like a medicine ball, hurling her back into
the fat man so she bounced against his big belly. Her eyes opened wide
in baffled incomprehension.
	Then her body gave a massive shudder and her back arched, throwing
her chest out. She grunted like a pig, her mouth issuing a series of
animal like noises in a high pitched, mindless tone as she shook with
convulsions. Her head thrashed from side to side and her anus rammed
itself back onto the fat man's cock-tool.
	Her pulpy pussy meat was crushed in his fat fingers as he crammed
them into her. A raging whirlwind of pulsing, flaring erotic
sensations flayed her body and mind. A white mist covered her eyes,
blinding her as her body shook and writhed against him.
	Lightning-like jolts of pure sexual heat slammed into her again and
again, each one throwing her back against him as they hit her in her
belly, her pussy, her fat, bloated breasts. Her mind throbbed and felt
ready to explode with the demented hurricane of twisted sensations
assaulting her brain.
	Through it she rode his cock and fingers like a mad deranged lunatic,
her voice a quavering howl, her body a flailing array of flopping
limbs and rutting undulating torso. She sobbed horribly, and screamed
ecstatically, groaning through her pain as her pleasure seared into
her.
	Then her trembling stilled, other than the occasional twitch and
shudder. Her head dropped forward, her eyes closed as her pummelled
mind closed and blanked, leaving her body behind as she sought asylum
in the serenity of unconsciousness.

	Jock Cooper hummed as he worked. It both annoyed and unnerved JJ as
he watched, leaning back against the wall. The Thai man, who's name
they didn't even know yet, lay naked, strapped onto a table in a tiny
two roomed garage a few miles south of the General's estate. His limbs
were spread and bound and his mouth covered with tape. He looked up at
Cooper, JJ and Mickey with hatred and fear.
	  Beside him, in plain sight, lay the "Doc's" kit, open so the man
could seethe shiny array of medical instruments. That was mostly for
effect though. Cooper preferred drugs. They were much less messy for
one thing. He continued to hum as he sorted out his gear, then pulled
out a hypodermic needle and plunged it into an upside down bottle of
colourless liquid. He pulled back the plunger, sucking the drug into
the hypo, then pulled the needle free and pushed the plunger back
down, letting a little of the drug push through the tip to expel any
air bubbles. The song he was humming, JJ abruptly realized, was "It's
a smallworld."
    Then he stabbed the needle into the Thai man's arm and pushed down
on the plunger. Mickey turned away, easily capable of tearing off a
man's head but squeamish about needles. Cooper pulled the needle free
and went back to playing with his tools.  He attached a couple of
sensors to the man's chest and hooked them to a heart and pulse
monitor. They started beeping. JJ fidgeted and looked at his watch.
	"How long this gonna take, Doc?" he asked.
	Cooper paused, as if to consider the question. He raised his head and
turned to look at JJ. The light reflected off his round, rimless
glasses.
	"No way of knowing for sure," the man answered, his voice low and
calm.
	Then he returned to his work and his humming.
	"Bet I could do it faster," Mickey hissed in JJ's ear.
	"Could kill him before he answers too," Cooper said, not looking up.
"Could get a pack of lies and get yourself killed too."
	Mickey shrugged and rolled his eyes.
	"Wonder if that fat asked bastard is screwing the girl right now,"
Mickey said.
	"Who cares?" JJ shrugged. 
	"She was probably fucked a hundred times before she even got off that
fishing boat. Old needle dick ain't gonna make her any less a virgin."
	"Good thing he ain't got a dick like mine." Mickey grinned. "She'd be
ruined for life."
	"Bored for life, you mean."
	"Up yours."
	"Gentlemen," Cooper sighed, sitting down on a chair next to the
table.
	"You about ready, Doc?" 
	Cooper slapped the Thai man, and peered into his eyes, stopped
humming and turned to them.
	"Now remember. Nobody talks to him but me. I have your questions. If
you want to know something more, write it down and give it to me.
Multiple voices will confuse him."
	JJ nodded.
	Maybe they got lucky. Two hours later they had the location of some
sort of secret underground complex of rooms where the General liked to
play games with young girls, the number of guards on duty and on
location at any given time, as well as their armament and patrol
times, and the type and location of the alarm systems. That didn't
make it a simple task. For one thing, the man revealed that all of
Ho's bodyguards lived there at the estate, so even though only
twenty-five were on duty at any given time, there could be another
forty or fifty around there sleeping or in their quarters.
"I think we can forget a frontal assault." JJ sighed. "Less we get
more men."
	Raif shrugged.
	"Not that fuckin' many. We have enough to take them in a frontal
we're gonna have a fucking war. They even got grenades and rocket
launchers. There ain't no way the cops can ignore a battle on that
scale."
	"So what you wanna do?"
	"We sneak in. That means we need the best alarm guy there is."
	"There ain't nobody any fucking good at alarms in this town."
	"I know. I do know a guy though. This guy could tip-toe into Fort
Knox without getting caught."
	"Where is he?"
	"In the Philippines, working for the CIA."
	"Good luck then."
	"Naww, everybody's got his price. I think I can rent him for a couple
of days."
	"We got enough trouble getting involved with Ho. Now you wanna bring
the creepy-crawlies into it. Are you nuts, man?"
	"Vince is alright. Besides, if we make it profitable enough he'll
keep his mouth shut."
	"These profits are coming out of our pockets."
	"I don't think so. I'll tell my customer we need to bring in an
outside guy and charge him extra for it. What's a few thousand bucks
to him?"
	"How long's this gonna take? Ho ain't gonna hang around here for
long. Even with his money the Thai government is bound to find out
eventually. He's gotta get back to his base with his soldiers to
protect him."
	"I'll call him now."
	"Shit. If we can just get that maniac Sims into the place he'll cut
everyones throat while they sleep. Then you can do what you like."
	"Yeah, but getting in is the problem.
	"No, getting out is."
	"Just think of all that money."
	"I am. I am."
	"You know, it ain't just Ho taking off for the deep jungle, that girl
ain't gonna live long down there."
	"I know. I'm hoping he takes his time with her. There ain't that many
cute blondes for sale in Thailand, especially a looker like her."
	"Man, I been asking around about him and what I hear ain't good.
Rumours go he just rips em up when he's done with the girls. Guts em'
and tears them apart. That place down there is supposed to be a bloody
slaughterhouse."
	"I know. Remember that Cabinet Minister's daughter last year?"
	Mickey nodded, remembering the furore when the girl had been found
impaled on the man's lawn a week after he'd called for the army to
sweep through Ho's territory and kill the drug lords. The girl had
been repeatedly raped and sodomized before being skinned alive.
	"We should be able to hit him tomorrow night, unless Vince says he
can't get here in time."
	"We better. He's had her for thirty-six hours now. She might not
survive another thirty-six." JJ nodded grimly.

	Wendy was wakened by smelling salts. The fat man, the man she knew
only as "Master", twisted her arm, forcing her to her feet, then led
her over into a corner of the room and made her stand over a metal
bar. The bar rose up from the floor, thick as a man's leg. At the top
were two inch high round tubes, each about the thickness of a silver
dollar. The fat man forced her to stand over the bar, legs spread,
then forced her down onto the rounded tubes.
	 They pushed into her pussy and rectum, rudely forcing aside her
tender flesh as they opened her up and dug inside. The steel tubes
seemed to vibrate or hum with power and Wendy looked down anxiously as
she stood there.
	Then she felt the rounded tubes moving. They were turning round and
round inside her. It was not terribly unpleasant or painful. They were
warm and seemed oily as they turned. Then she realized that as they
turned they were moving up deeper inside her body.
	 She quivered in fear and looked appealingly at the fat man, but he
simply stood by a small panel of knobs on the wall, looking on with
eager enjoyment. The tubes pushed higher and higher, screwing upwards
into he body inch by inch by inch.	The one in her anus seemed to reach
bottom and she winced in pain as it bored against some hard inner
surface. She pulled her legs together a little, raising herself
higher, yet the thing merely continued to whir around and climb higher
inside her.
	 Again it pushed against something inside her, as the one in her
pussy continued to climb. She gasped and panted, rising on the balls
of her feet, then cried out in pain as she was almost raised from the
floor by the pressure of what were now very long metal bars up high in
her rectum.
	It stopped climbing then, but continued to turn around and around.
The other tube still rose higher and higher until she screamed in pain
as it brought tremendous pressure against her cervix. The thing was
drilling up into her and threatening to bore upwards into her stomach
and chest.
	Then it stopped turning and held still. Abruptly, it started to slide
downwards. She sighed in relief as it pulled back down the length of
her tunnel. But her relief was premature. It stopped moving, then
pushed back up. As it pushed upward, the tube in her anus started to
slide down.
	The two tubes began to fuck her. One pushed up as the other pulled
down. She looked down between her legs to watch, estimating then that
both of them were almost a foot long, though she had no real way of
telling since she couldn't even see anything but a bit of shiny metal
from the one in her pussy as it slid upward into her pussy lips and
then slid back down.  Then she screamed and jumped up, she jerked
aside, yelping with pain as her pussy and anus jerked against the
tubes inside them. She howled and shrieked as hot, fiery pain burned
it's way into her belly. The metal rod inside her pussy was
electrified and shot sparking jolting shocks into her as she jerked
and cried and twisted helplessly.
	She wasn't even tied up, but was held in place by the pumping metal
dildo things. For one was always high up inside her at any given time
and she couldn't jump off while standing still. She couldn't get away,
couldn't pull free from the terrible burning in her sex.
	"Please!" she screamed. "I'll do anything you want!"
	"Sing," he said with a smile.
	The crackling electricity  switched to her anus and she bucked her
hips forward, crying out in agony as a bolt of purest pain dug into
her anus. It felt like a hot animal chewing its way up into her guts,
clawing and digging through her flesh.
	She sobbed in agony and frustration as the pumping steel dildos moved
faster within her. Their terrible shocking pains spat into her at
variable intervals, sometimes both together. She could do nothing but
stand there and let it happen as tears rolled down her cheeks and her
body shuddered and trembled and shook against the electricity that
poured through her.
	Her bare feet slapped and jerked and twisted on the concrete floor as
she howled in agony and misery. She was impaled on the two tubes as
they bit her repeatedly, twin snakes up inside her, consuming her
body.
	The fat man left then, but she didn't notice it. She was left alone
with the two fucking tubes as they pumped rapidly in and out of her
holes and shot forth their fire. Her tears and cries went unheard as
she jogged and jiggled and writhed like a butterfly on a pin.
	She had no idea how much time passed. The passage of time was not
something she could discern any longer, nor care about. Finally
though, the pains stopped and the dildos both slid downward in her
body and disappeared into the bigger tube. She fell forward,
collapsing to her knees, then onto her belly on the floor.
	Her body continued to quiver and twitch and tremble as her burned out
nerve endings and tortured senses rippled with pain. She felt hands on
her, felt her leather wrist cuffs and anklets removed, felt cold air
on her skin there.
	Then something hard and cold was clamped against them, but again it
was only a feeling. She lay there on her belly, her head pressed
against the stone as she panted and whimpered from an overload of
terrible pain.
	She heard a clanking, the sound of thick chains, but paid it no heed.
Then something cold and hard slid around her throat. Her dulled eyes
opened slightly as she tried to see down, but it was beneath her chin
and she saw nothing. She closed her eyes again.
	Her body was dragged across the floor, someone pulling on her hands
as she whined in pain. Then she opened her eyes. She was pulled up to
her feet and sat down on a straight backed chair. She turned her head
and looked blearily up at a man, but didn't recognize him.
	He pulled a leather harness from the table, thick double loops with a
long strap. He placed the loops over her breasts, pulled the strap
around her back, then started to tighten it. The leather was very hard
and firm and the loops were too small for her large breasts.
	Still he pulled tightly and she groaned as her soft flesh was forced
harder and harder into the leather loops, squeezing forward slowly
through the holes, forced through by the crushing pressure as the man
tightened the strap hard around her back.
	 He reached around then and gripped her right breast in his, pulling
on it, forcing more and more of it through the loop. He pulled until
her breast was completely through the loop, and the sides of the thing
were flat against her chest. It squeezed painfully tight on the base
of her breast and compressed the pliable meat into a hard round ball
of flesh.
	He pulled her other breast through also, tightening the device and
fastening it behind her. Both her breasts were now bloated out like
mushrooms, the surface tight and hard. It was painful and
uncomfortable. She raised her right hand, then noticed the weight and
shook her head in an effort to clear it as she looked down at her
wrist.
	There was a heavy steel shackle around her wrist. It was thick dull
metal and several inches wide. Similar shackles were on her ankles and
her other wrist. A thick chain, strong enough to pull a truck with,
was attached to all four of them, going upward to the sides of her
neck, where she assumed they were attached to the metal collar around
her throat.
	The man pulled on the chains, forcing her hands back behind her,
where they were locked in place. Then he pushed her back against the
chair's back. He pulled a long thin needle and a pair of pliers off
the table and seized her right nipple with the pliers teeth.
	She moaned in pain as he stretched her nipple upward, distorting and
stretching it. He pushed the sharp needle against the side of her
nipple, then quickly stabbed it in. She screamed as the sharp point of
the needle pushed completely through her nipple and emerged on the
other side.
	The man grinned and slid the needle back and forth a few times before
pulling it out. He put it down, then picked up a large gold ring the
size of a quarter and pushed it through her nipple, locking it in
place. He picked up the pliers and needle again and gripped her left
nipple.
	She whimpered in anticipation and pain, her nipple was crushed
cruelly between the jagged teeth of the pliers, then stabbed hard by
the needle, which pierced it and came out the other side. Another
golden nipple, was fixed into place, then he pushed her head further
back and his thick, hairy knuckles ground against her skin. She saw
the needle and her eyes opened wide in terror. Then she felt a
terrible pain at her nose and her eyes teared as she cried in pain.
	The underside of her nose burned with agony as he forced the needle
through the flesh between her two nostrils. He pulled the needle back
and then fixed another, smaller gold ring in place. It hung down along
 her upper lip.
	He pulled her from her chair then and lifted her up on the table like
a sack of potatoes. He pushed her onto her back and spread her legs
apart. Again his hands and the needle moved against her. Again she
felt awful pain as the needle stabbed into the soft flesh of her sex.
	The needle pierced the folds of her pussy lips. Another golden ring
was placed through her lips. The man muttered to himself, sounding
satisfied, then moved away. He walked across the room to the door and
let himself out.
	 Wendy lay there on the table for long minutes, then finally sat up,
panting raggedly. She couldn't touch herself since her hands were
still locked behind her. She looked down at her nipples and pussy,
staring in shock at the rings there, bewildered and appalled by what
had happened to her.
	Then another man arrived. She recognized him as the man who had come
to fetch her from her cell before. He beckoned to her and she slid
awkwardly off the table and moved over beside him. He turned her
around and unlocked her wrists so they fell to her sides, then
gestured for her to follow him.
	She obeyed, walking fearfully along behind him as they went down the
corridor to the stairs and started to climb upward. It was difficult
to move in the chains. She had to keep her hands down and move them in
time to the motion of her feet, otherwise she fell.
	She had to move in short, mincing steps, the chain was not long
enough for anything else. Even this required that she bend forward so
her wrists would be lower. It took a minute to reach the top of the
stairs and then several more to traverse the length of the hall up
there.
	Her bare feet moved over expensive oriental carpets now. The walls
were complexly carved and hung with paintings. She passed tall windows
where sunlight poured in and looked eagerly out each time, only to see
trees and grass and no sign of any human beings.
	The man halted before a pair of enormous double doors. He pushed them
open, revealing a large, opulently decorated room thick with bright
and expensive furnishings. There were dozens of people inside,
chatting together as they sipped wine.
	Many turned to stare at the doorway as the man stepped aside and
motioned Wendy forward. She coloured redly, her skin burning with
suddenly refound shyness  and shame at so many people staring at her
nude form. All of them, men and women, were dressed in expensive suits
and extravagant gowns, and stared at her in varying degrees of
amusement and scorn.
	Several of the women giggled, their eyes crinkling and their hands
covering their mouths. The men laughed or grinned at the naked blonde
girl, standing awkwardly there in chains, her flesh stark against the
dark glistening mahogany walls.
	Wendy blinked her eyes hopefully, for surely all of these people
could not be as cold and cruel and mad as the fat man and the pirates
who had kidnapped her, yet that hope began to quickly fade at the
smirks and snickers which greeted her.
	She dropped her eyes in shame, feeling like the grubby poor girl
being mocked by the chic of society's upper crust.  The doors closed
behind her, pressing into her buttocks, and her hopeless eyes rose and
scanned the assembled people helplessly, then dropped to the rug
again.
	"Come here," said a voice, a voice she knew was the fat man's. She
looked up at once, and saw him across the room, wearing a military
uniform thick with gold braid and medals. He glared at her and pointed
to his feet. Her fear overcame her embarrassment and she shuffled
forward.
	The women's giggling intensified and several comments were passed
back and forth between the people as she moved forward. She was glad
she couldn't understand them. She kept her head bowed as she moved
through them until the fat man ordered her to raise it.
	She stopped near him, intensely aware of all the eyes in the room
boring into her.
	"Kneel here," the fat man ordered. 
	She complied at once, glad to kneel since it offered slightly less
exposure to the watching eyes.
	"Press your forehead against the floor in front of me," the fat man
demanded.
	She closed her eyes in misery, knowing how she would look, especially
from behind. But she had no choice. She bent forward until her face
was pressed into the carpet.
	"Spread your legs." 
	She did it, sniffling as she fought to hold back the tears. She could
see only his thick, shiny leather boots in front of her head.
	"My boots are dirty," he said in a conversational tone. "I want you
to clean them with your tongue."
	She raised her head, looking up the long length of his body to his
frowning face looking back down. Then she looked at his boots and
sighed inwardly, little, if any pride left to be crushed anyway.
	 She bent forward, on her hands and knees, and began to slide her
tongue over his right boot, licking away at the leather surface as the
people watched. One of the women giggled and clapped her hands in
glee. The fat man raised his foot off the carpet and held it in
mid-air, the heel pointed towards her.
	She started licking the bottom of his boot, her tongue wiping off
little bits and pieces of fluff from the rug and little gritty pieces
of dirt. Then she felt hands on her buttocks, then between her legs,
gripping her mound.
    Fingers squeezed her pussy, then slid into her pussy briefly. She
sensed and heard someone behind her, then felt what could only be a
hard cock pushing against her pussy lips. It forced it's way into her,
driving deep into her sheath until the material of the man's shirt
pressed into her upraised bottom.
	The cock began to fuck her hard as her tongue continued to clean off
the fat man's boots. He moved away finally and left her there on her
hands and knees being fucked by somebody. She raised her head, turning
to see the face of the man who fucked her.
	It told her nothing. He grinned nastily as he saw her watching him
and drove into her with even more force, thrusting hard as he pumped
in and out of her sex. The other people gathered around, grins on
their faces also, chatting with each other as they surrounded the
pair. She turned away, looking down at the rug again, dazed.
The man fucked into her for several minutes, then his cum bubbled down
into her pussy-pit and he sighed with pleasure and pulled out. Wendy
knelt there still, not knowing what was wanted off her unless she was
ordered.
	"Stand," the fat man said. She stood and turned around, her head
bowed.
"See this woman," the fat man said. He pointed towards a young Asian
woman wearing a long blue silk gown. She had a round pretty face and
waist length hair.
	"Take her clothes off her."
	Wendy looked at him, then back to the woman, who looked smugly up at
her.
	 The blonde teenager moved forward until she stood in front of the
woman, looking into her eyes. Then she reached out and began undoing
the laces at the front of the gown.
	There were a lot of laces, but she finally got the thing open, then
pushed it back over her shoulders so it slid to the ground. The fat
man stood behind her. He slapped her bottom hard, making her cry out
in pain.
	"Don't leave it on the floor, you slut. That's an expensive gown."
	She quickly bent and as the woman lifted her feet, she picked it up
and folded it, then placed it over a chair. Next she removed the
woman's high heeled shoes, one at a time, kneeling as she unfastened
them and then slipped them off over her toes. The woman was now clad
in a lacy blue bra, thin blue string-bikini and garter belt with
stockings. One by one, starting with the stockings, then the garters,
then the bra, she undressed the woman, who stood, mostly unmoving and
watched her.
	 She removed her bra, her eyes looking down at the small round
breasts and brown nipples as she put the lacy thing on the chair. Then
she slipped her fingers into the woman's panties and pulled them down,
kneeling as the woman stepped out of them, then rising and putting
them on the chair.
	Now that she was as naked than Wendy, the blonde teen turned to look
at the fat man. He smiled as he eyed her.
	"Clean her like you did my boots," he said. "Give her a tongue bath,
starting with her forehead and working your way down. Don't miss a
square inch of her body or it's back to the basement for you."
	Wendy's sexual experience with women was non existent, but it was
much less terrible than most of what she'd been through. She bent
forward and began to lick the giggling woman's forehead.
	She licked all over her forehead, then down her nose between her eyes
and up around the other side. She licked her cheeks and lips and along
the sides of her face. She worked her way slowly down around the
woman's shoulders and then down each arm to the hand.
	She felt weird and humiliated, licking at the palm of the woman's
hand, and in between her fingers. Then she moved up to her upper
chest, licking away at it a she made her way down over her small
breasts. The woman giggled again as she licked over her breasts and
nipples, then down under her armpits and around behind her.		 The rest
of the people were half watching, half talking. Some were ignoring the
two. Wendy slowly licked her way down the woman's back and belly to
her hips. Her tongue felt awfully dry by then but it didn't matter.
She licked over the woman's buttocks.
	The woman spread her legs as Wendy pushed her tongue and face in
between her buttocks, licking down over her wrinkled anal opening and
then underneath her. She crawled around in front of the woman and
licked down into her pussy then. The woman's pussy was covered with
juices that Wendy slurped in as she ran her tongue through her pussy
lips.
	Downward she went, along the thighs to the knees, then down to the
ankles and finally to her feet, where she licked around and under and
in between the toes. Finally the fat man pulled her up by the hair, at
least to her knees.
	Her face was level with the woman's pussy. "Pleasure her off now,"
the fat man commanded.
	Wendy had been expecting the command and pushed her tired tongue into
the woman's pussy, tasting her juices again. The sopping wetness of
the woman's sex moistened her tongue again as she pushed it up into
the opening in front of her.	She rasped her tongue back and forth
between the woman's lips as the people looked on in amusement. She
gripped the woman's buttocks in her hands, trying to hold her tired
body up so she could lick her to orgasm. Her tongue found the woman's
clitty and worked back and forth across it.
	The woman was sighing and moaning in pleasure. Her hips made little
circles and humped out against Wendy's face. Her hands came down on
Wendy's hair as she spread her legs further. Wendy pushed her tired
tongue as deep into the woman's pussy tunnel as it would go, wiggling
it around inside her.
	Then the woman came, cum flooding down into Wendy's face as the
oriental groaned in ecstasy and arched her back. She pulled hard on
Wendy's head, rubbing herself against the blonde's face as she came
off. Wendy gulped down the cum juices, elated in a dizzy kind of way,
that she'd finally finished.
	The woman staggered back and Wendy fell forward onto her hands,
panting with exhaustion. Then there was a man behind her and a cock
was thrust up into her belly. She whimpered tiredly as the man behind
her fucked harshly into her tight pink pussy mouth.
	His hands came down under her and cupped her tight round breasts. He
squeezed tightly, his fingers digging into her fleshy hanging mounds.
She whined in pain, her taut skin threatening to burst apart from the
new pressure, like overfilled water balloons.
	The man hammered his prong down her pussy, rutting in and out of her
as he grunted and muttered excitedly. He fucked her like a dog, his
cock hammering back and forth as his hips slapped her rounded
buttocks.
	He seized her shoulders in grips of steel, jerking her body back to
meet his furious forward thrusts. His hips smashed into her buttocks,
making them bounce, and sending a sharp SLAP! of sound throughout the
room.
	He groaned, driving his fuck-spike deep into the white girl's belly,
then sending steamy wads of jism spurting up into her abdomen, coating
her pink tunnel and cervix with it's salty, warm tang.
	The man pulled out and the fat man moved forward. He attached a
leash, like for a dog, to her collar and began walking her around the
room with it. Her knees hurt, but she struggled to keep up with him.
She would do anything to keep from being sent back to the basement for
more of his tortures.
	"Bark like a dog," the fat man said.
	"Whoof," she said, dejectedly. "Arf, arf, arf, arf."
	Everyone laughed and giggled as he led her by them. Several reached
out to pat her head, ruffling her hair as she barked and whined like
the fat man wanted.
	The fat man led her over to a couch where a man sat eyeing her with
distaste. He pulled on her leash, forcing her to half climb up onto
the couch, then the man sitting there unzipped his trousers and pulled
out his cock. Wendy didn't need to hear the order as she moved her
face into his crotch and took his cock between her lips. She slid her
lips up and down on the man's erection, sucking on it as her tongue
ran around and around, rubbing especially against the underside near
the head. The man put a hand on her head and pushed her downward,
shoving her down so hard his cockhead popped into her throat.
	It was much harder and more painful to take a cock down her throat
like this because her head wasn't at a good angle and the cock pushed
hard against the side of the tube as it entered. She wasn't given any
choice though, as she hadn't been since that night, however long ago
it had been when she'd been taken from her father's boat.
	She slid her mouth and throat up and down the cock, groaning in pain
and whimpering with desperation as her lungs burned with the need for
oxygen. She almost passed out before the man allowed her head to rise
enough for his cock to clear her air tube again. She sucked in great
gasps of breath, her lungs still burning with pain.
	She had to keep working on his cock though and her tongue kept
circling and rasping and rubbing as he slid it in and out of her lips.
Then he forced her head back down and his cock jammed into her throat
once again.
	She felt another cock against her sex and then it was thrust up into
her pussy. She ignored it. There wasn't anything she could do anyway
as it raped in and out of her pussy tunnel with brutal, rutting
strokes. The cock in her mouth drew all her attention as she tried to
bring it off before it choked her to death.
	She bobbed her head rapidly, getting the hang of bobbing just far
enough upward so his cock came free of her throat and she could
breath. If she took several quick breaths before taking it down her
throat again, the man didn't force her head back. Whoever was fucking
her was grunting with the effort and slamming his belly against her
buttocks. His hands slid under her belly and jerked her back against
him. His hands actually lifted her knees off the floor several times
as her jerked her up and back against him.
	The man sitting down pulled sharply on her hair, sending shooting
pain through her system as he pulled her back from his cock. His
prickhead came free of her lips and he held it in his hands, jerking
on the shaft as it erupted in long white gobs of semen.
	The semen shot up into her face, coating her forehead, eyelids and
cheeks with it's salty wet drool. The man fucking her from behind was
grunting furiously as he rode her. Then he plunged his erection deep
into her hole and shot out his own gobs of juice.
	The fat man took her away, leading her on her hands and knees across
the room to another chair. He sat down there and pulled her across his
knees so her bottom pointed up and out towards the other people. Wendy
had no idea what he was saying, which she didn't regret at all.
	Laughter greeted several of his monologues as his hand slowly stroked
across her buttocks. He parted them and slid fingers in and out of her
pussy, then said something else that caused laughter. Abruptly he
slapped his hand down hard on her bottom.
	She cried out in surprise and pain as the loud echo of the crack
filled the room. The fat man slapped her ass again, hard, making her
sob with renewed pain. Though she could not see them, two dark, angry
red hand prints were now starkly drawn across her soft white bottom.
	The watching people applauded. Then the fat man began cracking his
hand down repeatedly, spanking her with sharp, hard lashing blows that
made her wriggle and writhe in his grasp as her buttocks erupted in
hot throbbing pain.
	After a minute he stopped and invited others to come up and give her
buttocks a few spanks. One by one each of the men and women came up
and slapped her bottom several times, each one vying with the others
to hit harder and make the now reddened cheeks bounce and jiggle.
	Her buttocks burned, but she held herself as still as possible,
wincing and gasping as she continued to tell herself that this
humiliation was better than what waited her below.
	She was pushed back onto the floor where once again a man knelt
behind her and stabbed his erection into sex. When he was finished,
another man took his place, then another, then another. She was fucked
fore and aft, taking cock after cock down her throat until Ho grew
bored of watching.
	 Two servants grasped her ankles, then, and lifted them into the air
as they dragged her backwards along the floor. The chains were removed
and her ankles lifted higher still, attached to new chains which were
locked high onto two marble pillars.
	Wendy whimpered and moaned as she stared dazedly at the upside down
world, but could make little sense of what was happening. The crowd
was gathering around her again as Ho moved into place, and for a
moment she saw a long whip placed into his hands.
	She closed her eyes and whimpered again.
	Ho held a long flog. It was designed to hurt rather than harm, and
contained a dozen metre long leather strips which would sting flesh
instead of cutting it.
	Of course, the flesh he was aiming at was unusually sensitive.

	The whip flew overhand and the strips spread out somewhat. The main
body of them struck her upraised sex squarely, however, and Wendy
shrieked as her pussy burned. Each strip hit with stinging force, like
a dozen bees plunging their needles into her tender flesh, whipping
across the whole of her sex, groin and inner thighs.
	The whip came down again, and again she howled, as the leather
snapped at buttocks and thighs, but once again focused mainly on her
sex. Again the whip descended, and again, each blow slow and measured,
giving time for the audience to appreciate his artistry, to watch the
girl writhe and thrash, to admire the play of muscles beneath her skin
and the sound of the screams issuing forth from her wide open mouth.
	Again the whip fell and again and again. Ho stood back, panting, then
offered up the whip to his guests. One by one they took it, some
doubtful, some uncertain, many gleeful, and brought the flog down
against the girl's open sex.
	Ho had her lowered finally, lowered until her upper torso lay on the
floor. Her ankles continued to be held aloft, however, and it was to
her feet he next turned his attentions. All he needed for this was a
very thin and flexible crop.
	For Ho knew that while the girl's sex was sensitive, her feet would
be even more so, and the soles of those feet beckoned to him
invitingly, pink and white and perfectly unmarred.
	The crop sliced down across the center of her right heel and the
girl's body leapt and twisted on the floor as she shrieked yet again.
Ho turned and smiled to his guests, who applauded eagerly. The crop
sliced down again, and again, as he put his artistry into play,
causing it to dance across her heels, then her soles, then the balls
of her feet before slicing into the toes.
	When he was finished the girl's screams were ragged croaks, her voice
given out. He had her dropped to the floor, then attached a line to
her nose ring. And, as his audience applauded once more, led her
whimpering and sobbing out on her knees. It would be some time before
the pain healed so that she could walk again, he knew, and it was
unlikely she would live long enough.



	In retrospect he should have been more careful. JJ and his friends
had been asking around about a blonde white girl, and shortly
afterwards the men who'd taken her had all been killed. Nobody was
dumb enough to think that was a coincidence.
	If he'd taken the care to see that the slaver who'd purchased the
girl had been killed as well, nothing would have happened. However
he'd lost track of the guy briefly. When the slaver heard of what had
happened in the village, he'd naturally made inquiries.
	It hadn't taken long for word to reach him that JJ had been asking
around about where a white girl might be found. That gave the man two
choices, run and hide and hope he was never found, or kill JJ. He'd
chosen the latter.
	Unfortunately for him, his timing was way off. He'd burst into JJ's
little house, along with four of his men, all armed with
submachine-guns, late at night. At the time, JJ had been in the
basement, going over the plan for the attack on General Ho's place
with Vince, Raif, Mickey, Sims, Joey, and Jean.
	 The gunmen had made a hell of a lot of noise upstairs but
accomplished little other than waking the neighbours, which was why,
when they finally came down into the basement, they'd walked into a
hail of bullets. JJ himself, who'd only had his colt, had passed over
the four guys in front and taken out the slaver, who'd been lurking
behind.
	The four gunmen had sprayed their machine-guns all around the
darkened basement, but been rapidly cut down by the return fire from
the crouching men spread around the room. The whole fight had probably
taken no more than ten seconds.
	When a dozen men started shooting at each other with machine-guns at
three in the morning, it attracted the attentions of the police.
There'd barely been time for JJ and the others to grab up the weapons,
plans and other goods and get the hell out before the cops showed up.
	Of course they now had an alert out for him, what with the five
bodies found shot up in his basement. That made it a little difficult
getting around and complicated things a lot. It had delayed them when
they couldn't afford to be delayed. Worse it had made front page news.
	Hopefully Ho wouldn't notice, or if he did, wouldn't put it together
with any possible attack on himself. Their only possibility of
surviving an attack was surprise, after all.
	 They'd managed to stay under cover through the next day, and now
crouched at the base of Ho's walls, waiting for Vince to give them the
okay to move in. JJ kept looking at his watch, then back down the
hill, watching the road for traffic. Just their luck if a cop came by
now, he thought.
	Vince finally crab-walked back to him.
	"All right. The wires on the wall are down, but remember, nobody is
to move from the wall once they're inside. There's a light beam fence
ten yards away. I have to deactivate it after we're inside the wall.
	"Okay, let's get the fuck off the sidewalk at least," JJ hissed. He
turned and waved his arm at the others, then clicked the button of his
radio three times. He jumped up and locked his hands together. Vince
put a boot into them and then JJ heaved him up to the top of the wall,
where he dropped over.
	A rope was tossed back over and he, Raif, Mickey and Sims climbed up
and over one by one, pulling the rope back over with them. They knelt
behind some bushes as Vince slowly made his way forward, a set of
goggles over his eyes to watch for the beams.
	The others had goggles as well and followed him, stepping across the
occasional, ankle high beam until they all stopped in front of the
light fence. The fence was simply a series of metal poles around the
perimeter of the estate. They were linked together by beams of infra
red light that would send an alarm if anything substantial passed
through.
	It took Vince twenty-five minutes to disconnect just one pair of the
metal poles from the circuit, allowing the five of them, plus the
other five, who'd joined them, to move through. Ahead of them lay more
beams, as well as trip wires and motion and sound detectors. It was
going to be a slow journey up the hill.

    Wendy was hanging from her wrists. The chains had been removed,
replaced by other chains that bound her hands high above her and
stretched apart. Her toes were less than an inch from the floor, but
that might as well have been a mile.
	 The General had finished showing her off, and now was free to markup
her fine unblemished skin. He had been looking forward to it. First he
made a careful selection from among his supply of whips, weighing each
for the comfort before deciding to start with a comparatively short
riding crop.
	He stepped behind her now, anticipation of the first blow making his
forehead gleam with perspiration. He raised the crop into the air,
staring down at the white girl's perfect round bottom, then brought it
slashing through the air. It cut down across the girl's right buttock,
jerking her hips forward as the blonde screamed in pain. The crop left
an angry looking red welt behind.
	Ho thought it was beautiful indeed. He brought the crop down on her
left buttock, making her shriek in pain and leaving another welt
behind.
	Both buttocks ached, sharp, stabbing pains beating into her from the
tortured skin. Again he whipped the crop down, slashing it across both
buttocks at once, throwing her forward as she howled in pain. Her legs
kicked and flailed as she jerked and twisted in pain.
	Ho was in ecstasy as he brought welt after welt to her previously
unmarked flesh. To him, she was like a blank canvas, a canvas he was
only now bringing colour to, only now turning her body into a work of
art, his art.
	Again he brought the crop down across those sweet, round buttocks,
revelling in the meaty thwack that reverberated back down the length
of the crop as the other end impacted against her buttocks and sliced
into the flesh.
	Now the welts were criss-crossing her pale skin, cutting the skin.
Blood began to trickle down from her beaten ass cheeks. Ho put the
crop down and selected another whip, this one longer and thinner. He
turned back to the girl, now looking at her yet unmarked back. A smile
appeared on his face.
	He raised the whip, bringing his arm back, then with a careful snap
of his wrist and elbow, he hurled it forward, bringing the it cracking
down across the girl's back.
	Wendy couldn't scream at first. The whip lashing across her back
simply drove the breath out of her. It threw her forward against the
chains holding her wrists and nothing but a horrified hiss of escaping
air escaped her. Then she drew breath and howled in agony, her back
afire with tortured and broken nerve endings.	Ho brought the whip down
again, raising another ugly welt on her back. His cock was pointing
straight up into the air now as his bulging tool became more and more
aroused by the sight of her body absorbing the terrible blows.
	He brought the whip down again, then again and again and again, each
time raising a new welt, a new furrow of broken flesh, each time
throwing the blonde forward and ripping an agonized scream from her
lungs.
	He stopped as her screams became little more than grunts of pain. He
put the whip down and then moved around in front of her, as if turning
a new blank page in a book. He examined her clean white front and
tried to think what to use on her. Her breasts still bulged out, white
and pure, the skin tight across the swollen meat. He reached out and
slid his finger through her right nipple ring, then tugged out on it,
pulling the nipple out cruelly. She whimpered anew and he wondered
that she had any tears left to shed.
	He let go of the ring and then slapped her bulging breast instead,
making her cry out in pain. He slapped it again, and then began to
energetically slap each of her twin mounds with his hands. She howled
and cried and screamed in pain, her breasts bouncing and jerking
despite their firmness.
	He moved over to the wall and pulled down a simple thin wooden cane,
then went back to the blonde teenager and whipped the cane down across
her right breast. She shrieked, an awful, animalistic cry of mindless
torment which almost made him cum right there.
	He gripped his cockshaft and pressed his cockhead into her belly,
rubbing it back and forth. Almost at once, his cum spurted out onto
her, some of it shooting up onto her reddened breasts. He grunted in
pleasure as he came, watching the wads of semen shootout onto the
white girl's flesh with delight and fascination.
	He sighed and drew away, hefting the cane again. He raised it and
brought it swinging down onto her left breast, making the meat bounce
and shake. He hit it hard, the force of his blow sending the thin cane
slicing deep into her meat, cutting the breast in half as it rammed
deep into her flesh. Then her resilient flesh bounced out again as he
pulled the cane back. The girl kept screaming, though, a pure delight.
He brought it down again, this time on her right breast. Again she
howled and kicked and whined and sobbed. He brought it down on her
left breast again, then her right, then her left, then her right.
	He kept beating her poor breasts until they were covered in horrible
dark welts and were a fiery red and purple. He moved over to a lever
then and turned it, turning a pulley by the ceiling. The chains
holding her wrists began to lower, and since she could no longer stand
up, she was lowered slowly onto the floor.
	He lowered the chains only until her breasts were level with his
cock. Her legs were splayed out behind her as he locked the lever into
position. She continued to whimper and cry as he reached for her
darkened teats. Then he seized one in either hand and squeezed them
tightly together around his cock, which had rapidly become erect as
he'd punished them. Her meaty pillows felt hot in his hands as he
crushed them around his prick and started to pump into them.
	The blonde whimpered in pain as he fucked her breasts, but the sound
only added more pleasure to his body. He fucked her breasts with long
slow strokes as his finger bit and dug into her taut flesh. He
squashed and squeezed and crushed her pain-filled breasts, delighted
by her responses.
	His cum bubbled out from his piss hole and shot into her cleavage as
he grunted in satisfaction. He raised his cock at once and shot wads
of salty white semen into her face, then watched them dribble down her
cheeks. He staggered back with a sigh of pleasure, rubbing his cock
with his hand.
	There was a phone call then. He frowned in anger. He didn't like
phone calls when he was playing. He went over and picked it up,
listened for a moment, then hung up and turned to look at her with a
sigh of regret.
	"I will be back soon, my sweet child," he said, "In the meantime, you
may wait for me."
	He unlocked her cuffs and pulled her back several feet. Then he
locked her wrists behind her. He pulled several long thin chains from
a drawer and attached them to her rings. Then he bent her back, way,
way back until her head was looking behind her, almost upside down. He
pulled the chain attached to her nose ring down and attached it to a
chain on the wall behind her.
	Then he pulled the chain attached to her pussy ring down between her
legs and also attached it to the wall behind her, making her whimper
with new pain as it pulled tightly on her pubic lips. She was forced
to spread her legs wide to keep her balance and bend her body way back
to keep her nose from being torn.
	Ho pulled the two chains attached to her nipple rings straight up and
tied them around a chain hanging from the ceiling. Both breasts were
pulled horribly tight, the nipples stretched upward almost to the
breaking point, almost to the point where her young flesh would tear.
	He left her in the position as he went out the door and down the
hallway, dressing and then going upstairs to meet with Sam Choy, one
of his spies. He promised himself Choy's head if the errand that had
disrupted his play was not very serious indeed.
	This white girl was being wonderfully enjoyable. He couldn't remember
when the last one had been as good, and he had yet to even harm her
body beyond a few welts and cuts. He could hardly wait until his knife
began to cut into her flesh.
	He climbed up the stairway, frowning, as he always did at having to
climb stairs. Still, it would be almost impossible to conceal an
elevator, and he didn't want his little secret to be found out. He'd
lost track of all the girls he'd had down there. No doubt one of the
servants kept some track, if only to check any enquiries that might be
made about missing girls.
	Ho seldom bought girls at the slave market, unless he could be
guaranteed that they were fresh. He didn't want some used whore for
his pleasure. He wanted to take their pride and crush it beneath his
boot heel. He wanted to torment girls who were as astonished by the
treatment as they were by the pain.
	He walked down the hall to one of his private meeting rooms and
entered, glaring at Choy.
	"This had better be important, Choy," he snapped.
	"I would not have interrupted your, ahhh work if it weren't sir."
	"Very well then. Speak. Tell me what is so important."
	"It's about the girl, sir."
	"What girl?"
	"The American girl, the blonde you have down there in the basement."
	"What about her?"
	"It seems that the auctioneer lied somewhat, she is not without
family after all."
	"So? Most of the girls I bring here have families."
	"That is true, however her family are not poor peasant farmers, or
shopkeepers. Her father is a wealthy man and he is here in Bangkok,
looking for her."
	"Let him look," Ho sniffed, pouring himself wine.
	"He has hired someone to find her, a man named Jefferson."
	"Again, so?"
	Choy sighed and looked away.
	"I looked into the matter of how the girl came to be at the sale. It
seems that her father's yacht was attacked by pirates two weeks ago
and she was taken from it after a brief gunfight. She was then sold to
a slaver named Ming Rawr who brought her to Bangkok and sold her to
the auction house."
	A wealthy girl. That only made Ho's excitement deepen.
	"Yes?"
	"The men who took her, the fishermen who played pirates? They are all
dead. Someone stole into their village the other night and killed them
all in their sleep, after, or before castrating them. In some cases
their wives woke in the morning to find their husband's dead at their
sides. It was very professionally done. Also, the fishing boat
exploded shortly after dawn."
	"Pirates are scum anyway."
	"The slaver Rawr was found dead last night in a basement in the east
end, along with four of his bodyguards. And a bomb exploded at the
auction building, creating little damage, but drawing the attentions
of the police. Most of the dealers have been arrested."
	"So you think this chain of calamities will come to me next? I am not
worried," he said, dismissively. "I have an army to protect me."
	"Not here in the city you don't."
	"I have enough guards for now. I will have more brought in tomorrow."
	"It would be better if you killed the girl and went back to the
jungle."
	"I do not run from ghosts, Choy!" Ho glared. "I will finish off the
girl tonight. After that you may fetch me another, one of those young
ones on Marchie street. I will deal quickly with her, then finish my
business here in the city."
	"Go back to the jungle. I will send you a harem of girls, sir."
	"I have a harem of girls in the jungle," Ho said, indignantly. "Over
a hundred girls between the ages of twelve and twenty, all of them
spiritless and crushed. I need fresh meat and this is the best place
to get it."
	"Take the white girl back with you then."
	"No. I will finish with her before morning. I want you to get me more
white girls, though, and younger ones. That pig at the auction claimed
she was fourteen, but I'm sure she's several years older. I want young
flesh, Choy, virgin flesh!"
	"That is not easy, sir. There are few white girls in Asia, except for
the whores purchased in California and Melbourne."
	"I want young and fresh girls. Send some people to Australia and the
United States. There are millions of them walking around loose on the
streets. It should not be difficult to pick up a few dozen."
	"Not difficult at all," Choy sighed. "Getting them out of their
countries is another matter."
	"Bribe whoever you have to. The Americans will do anything for money.
Did you see that Clinton fool on television last year, saying how
wonderful it was that the Japanese bought Hollywood? He sucks their
toes as well for money as that whore downstairs does from fear. Buy me
a few congressmen and have them arrange it. Hell, maybe they'll sell
you their daughters."
	He laughed uproariously, then stood up.
	"I'm going back to work. I don't wish to be disturbed again Choy.
Take care of this Jefferson person and make sure I am not annoyed
here."
	"Yes sir," Choy sighed.
	"And find me some young flesh, Choy, a dozen or so girls just after
they have ripened. They are so sweet then and their voices so loud and
frightened."
	He grinned cruelly and turned away to the door.
	He stalked back down the hall, opened the secret panel and moved down
the stairs again, contemplating the many ways he would bring the
blonde to the peak of agony before she died. Minutes later he was
naked again and looking down at the girl as she swayed and shook
precariously, on the verge of falling any second and tearing her
nipples off.
	He looked down into her pussy and smiled thinly, then reached forth
and gripped a chunk of her golden pussy hair and ripped it free. She
screamed and trembled in place, but could not move. He tore out
another chunk, and another, and another, throwing it up into the air
like confetti as he giggled wildly.

	It was well into the morning before they reached the side of the
house. They'd been lucky, only having to kill one guard, and him only
near the end. With a little luck, it would be too late before they
noticed he was missing.
	 JJ watched as Raif worked on the door and Vince took care of the
alarm. The rest of the group was crouched around them, some of them in
the bushes, others flattened against the wall of the house. Then the
door pushed open and Vince nodded at him.
	He slipped through, Raif right behind him, and after them the rest of
 them. It was a huge place, and their first task was to wipe out the
guards occupying the south wing. JJ was hoping they could betaken care
of quietly. He had few qualms about shedding blood to keep them
silent.
	They hurried down the corridor to the south wing, then climbed to the
second floor. The ten of them moved down the corridor and all stopped,
each beside a different door. Then as one, they opened the doors and
rushed in. No sound travelled to the corridor until they all emerged
and closed the doors again.
	They moved down the hall, stopping at new doors. Again they all
hurried in, again there was silence until their return, again they
moved on, this time climbing up to the third floor. They repeated this
twice more, clearing the third floor. The fourth floor was empty, the
occupants on duty at the time.
	Now that there would be no back-up for those, they hurried back
downstairs and broke into groups of two, moving carefully into the
main body of the house and searching for more guards. JJ took Sims
with him as they moved down to he guards room.
	It was pitifully easy. They jerked open the door and ran in. One man
was sitting down, his feet propped up on another chair as he sipped
his coffee. Two others were monitoring television cameras. None of the
three had time to reach their guns before JJ and Sims cut them down.
	Now it wouldn't matter what alarms went off. All of them led here.
There was no way Ho was going to have any alarms monitored by outside
agencies, let alone by the police. He and Sims moved back into the
hall, moving along towards the General's private wing, where the
entrance to the underground chamber was supposed to be hidden.
	Suddenly gunfire erupted from the east side of the house. 
	"Shit," JJ sighed.
	"Bound to happen."
	"Watch your back." 
    They continued down the hallway, then both dove back into doorways
on opposite sides of the hall as a guard appeared and fired a full
clip of bullets down the hall. The sound was astonishingly loud,
making him wonder briefly how it could be that the police wouldn't be
called.
	Sims twisted around and brought his silenced Uzi up, spraying the
hall. JJ crouched on his knees and peered around the corner. He aimed
the Uzi carefully, waiting. When Sims fired his last bullet and paused
to reload, the guard edged around the corner and began firing again.
JJ's bullets cut him in half, throwing him back against the wall.
	"Come on," he said.
	They hurried down the hall, crossing between the big marble pillars
that guarded the General's private quarters. There should be no guards
here, just servants, but there were no certainties. The furniture was
all antique, and probably worth a fortune. JJ considered burning the
place down when they'd finished.
	A loud bell started ringing somewhere, driving up the adrenalin in
his blood. They made their way through the front of the wing to the
back, near where the servants entrance was. Then someone put a bullet
into the wall just above Sims's head. He dove behind a couch and JJ
fired a burst towards the second floor balcony.	A man dropped back,
but he knew he hadn't hit him. He signalled to Sims, who nodded,
rolled a couple of times, then crawled around to the other side of the
couch and tilted the Uzi upwards. JJ ran forward, jumping across a
chair and diving under a table.
	 The guy fired down at him, but only got off a couple of shots before
Sims's bullets tore through him. The bullets whizzed past inches from
JJ's head. The guy's gun fell over the edge of the balcony though, and
the barrel slammed into his shoulder as it fell, making him growl in
pain.
	"You okay?" Sims called.
	"Fucking wonderful!" he hissed back.  "Let's find the fat old fucker
before he gets away then."
	"Fucking A."
	They stood up and hurried to the back, then edged around the corner
and moved down the hallway where the entrance to the basement was
supposed to be. Sims kept guard as JJ carefully ran his hands along
the walls, searching for a secret door. There was a click, and a panel
slid back. He gave Sims the thumbs up sign, pulled his Uzi forward and
stepped through.


	Wendy screamed in agony, jerking spastically in her bonds as Ho
looked on and grinned malevolently. She was hanging from her wrists,
her legs chained tightly to the floor, well apart. She was
spreadeagled in mid-air, helpless to do more than frenziedly hump her
torso forward and back.
	Her body was no longer unmarred, for Ho had lovingly caressed it with
whips long and short, flogs, crops, paddles, canes, and straps to the
point that the only white flesh remaining was on her face. Her flesh
was criss-crossed with lines, welts and bruises from ankle to neck,
and now he had tired of whips and began to explore more creative
measures.
	Ho had inserted two rubber bladders into her body, one in her pussy,
the other up her anus. Both had slid into place without effort, going
high into her abdomen. He had then fixed them in place by tying them
to a belt around her waist.
	Both bladders protruded from her nether holes, and he had attached a
pair of long slim rubber hoses to them. The other ends of the hoses
were hooked to an air compressor. As he had turned the knob on the
compressor, the two tubes had begun to expand like balloons, which of
course they were.
	They were not cheap plastic of course, but heavy, thick rubber around
a thin steel air tube. The had spread out inside her two inner tubes,
shoving hard against their tight elastic walls, forcing them out and
out, stretching her pussy and anal tubes to the tearing point.
	To Wendy, the immense pain from having her pussy and anus pried open
farther than they ever had before was accompanied by the near blinding
pain inside her body as the tubes bulged out her vagina and rectum.
She felt like she herself was being blown up and would soon explode,
her stomach bursting like an overfilled balloon and sending her guts
flying out all around her.
	Never had she been so utterly full, so bulgingly, painfully plugged.
Terrible cramps were ripping through her belly at the insistent
pressure against her inner tubes, and sharp burning agony was shooting
up her spine from her gaping pussy mouth and anus.
	She screamed with each beat of her heart that seemed to send surging
waves of agony through her body and into her brain. She howled and
shrieked and sobbed hysterically as she threw herself back and forth
in a demented, hopeless attempt to free herself from the pain.
	Ho watched for some time, until her screams began to fade, and she
simply hung there, moaning in terrible misery, occasionally crying out
with a fresh surge of pain. Then he moved closer, holding a burning
cigar in his hand.
	He looked at her through slitted eyes, then pushed the lit end of the
cigar against her right nipple. She screamed, jerking her body
backwards, but she could only move slightly, and was unable to escape
the continued burning of her tortured nipple.
	The cigar sizzled against her flesh as she howled insanely. Ho
laughed and pulled his cigar away, only to press it down against her
left nipple. Again she shrieked in agony, her body shaking and
thrashing violently in its tight bondage.	Ho then pushed the cigar
hard into her right breast, grinding it out as if her breast was an
ashtray. She screamed pitifully, sobbing in horror and misery. Ho
merely smiled and moved away, going to a counter and lifting up a
number of long, sharp needles.
	He moved back to her with the needles, each of which was almost six
inches long. His smile came again, a terrible thing to look at. Her
breasts were still confined in the terrible leather halter that
squeezed them painfully and made them bulge out.
	 He jabbed a needle into the side of Wendy's left breast, sinking it
several inches into her flesh as she sobbed and screamed. He left it
there, then pulled out another. This one too was forced into her right
breast, making her howl in pain.
	 Ho was enjoying himself immensely. He loved the feeling of
penetrating the girl's body with his sharp little needles. He pulled
another free and stabbed it into her left breast, shoving it deep into
the bulging breast meat.
	He loved watching the sharp steel sink into the white meat, loved
shoving it down, feeling the pressure against the needle and forcing
it through. He stabbed her left nipple, shoving the needle right into
the centre of the nipple as she sang to him.	    He lovingly forced
another needle into her right nipple, shoving it several inches deep.
Then began burying more of the needles into her breasts until he had
none left and her twin orbs looked like pin-cushions. Each needle
stuck out stiffly, a little red dot of blood surrounding it.
	Ho went back and got more needles. He stabbed one into her thigh,
shoving it deep into the meat as she screamed and shook. Another
needle went into her hip, and a third into her left arm just above her
shoulder. He moved around behind her and stabbed a needle into her
right buttock, forcing it deep.
	Stab after stab of searing, sharp pain shot into Wendy as she hung
there hopelessly. She couldn't count the stabs, as needle after needle
jabbed into her bottom and legs and arms and back. Ho finally ran out
of needles and moved back, his breathing coming in excited pants as he
beheld the girl.
	She hung slackly, dozens of needles protruding from her body, little
trickles of blood running down her beaten flesh from many of them. He
giggled insanely, moving against her. He began to tweak the needles
here and there, twisting them or jerking them from side to side.
	He watched for long minutes, jerking off furiously. When his cum
spurted up onto her flesh, he sighed and sat down. He rested fora
moment, then rose and began jerking needles back out of her.
Withdrawing them gave her almost as much pain as stabbing them in, so
Ho took his time.
	When he was finished, she looked awful. Each of the dozens of little
needle holes had a small trickle of blood that very slowly dribbled
down her body. In fact she was almost unharmed. The cigar had actually
done worse damage. He intended to rectify her health though.
	He wheeled over a little cart that held his medical instruments and
smiled grimly. He lifted a razor sharp scalpel from the cart and
watched the light glint off the blade, then turned towards Wendy.
	 Ho slowly pressed the tip of the sharp little blade against the top
of her right breast, then slid it softly across her skin, leaving a
thin line of blood running directly down the middle of her bulging
breast.
  
	JJ and Sims eased down the dark stairwell, alert for ambush at any
moment. They left behind the sound of gunfire upstairs, unable to
worry themselves with it at this point. The reached the bottom of the
stairs and peered around the corner, finding themselves at the head of
a long, wide corridor, lined with doors. It looked very elaborately
decorated, not at all like a horrific torture chamber.
	JJ jerked his head and Sims nodded, then raced out from the stairs
and crouched by the first door, his Uzi pointed down the corridor.
	JJ moved out and moved to the door across from him, also watching the
corridor. Then he tried the door. It was unlocked. He turned the knob
and shoved the door open, dropping back against the wall. No gunfire
came out. He peered around and then moved into the room.
	It was some kind of study, although a terribly perverse kind. Obscene
paintings lined the walls and the statues and carvings were all of
gigantic cocks or copulating couples. He turned to his right and saw
what he first thought was some kind of mannequin.
	It was of a beautiful Asian woman, or girl really, naked and finely
detailed. It was far more detailed than any mannequin he'd heard of
and he looked closer, then drew back in horror. What he was looking at
was the dead body of a girl, who had been stuffed.
	The pole that held it up went through her sex, an obscene addition to
an obscene statue. He slipped back out of the room and closed the
door, shaking his head a little and then motioning to Sims. Sims
shoved open the door across from him while JJ covered the hallway.
	He disappeared inside, then re-emerged a minute later, looking pale.
JJ didn't ask what he'd seen and didn't want to know. Instead he
motioned the man forward. Sims moved up to the next doorway and then
JJ followed. He pushed open another door and raced in.
	The entire room was devoted to the kind of stuffed bodies that he'd
seen in the last one. In this room they were mixed with sleek statues
of muscular naked men, all of them with Ho's face, but a body
builder's body. The stuffed women and girls were in obscene positions
with the statues of Ho joined together with them.
	There were girls on their knees with the statue of Ho fucking them,
it's cock the thickness of a baseball bat. There were girls sucking
the huge cock of Ho statues. There were girls being fucked by two or
three Hos at once. JJ backed away and went back to the hallway. His
deal with Crane hadn't called for Ho to be castrated but he vowed he
was going to do it anyway.
	Sims checked the next room, then JJ kicked open the next. Bullets
flew out into the hall and struck the door across from him. He dropped
to his knees, then turned and quickly peeked around the corner. An
oriental man crouched in the open, a pistol pointed directly at the
door.
	 He was waiting for someone to peek in but his gun was centered
higher and by the time he brought it down and fired, JJ had ducked
back. He pushed the Uzi around the corner and sprayed it around
towards where the guy had been. When he stopped Sims dove in,
somersaulting as JJ moved around and centered his Uzi again.
	The guy was dead though, his head blown out by at least two direct
hits. The room was empty except for him and they moved back into the
hall again.

	The cut Ho made was not deep. He was not going to cut into the actual
meat of her breast. He intended to penetrate the layers of skin and
then peel her skin back, revealing the breast naked, the bare meat
open for his attentions.
	Then, suddenly, gunfire erupted from close by. He frowned and then
turned in surprise as the gunfire repeated. He thought immediately of
Choy and his warning about an attack. His heart gave a skip and he
dropped the scalpel and ran over to the door.
	 He opened it a crack and peeked out. The hallway was empty. Then
suddenly a man, a white man in camouflage dress came out of one of the
rooms, carrying a machine gun. A second man emerged then, dressed and
armed in the same manner.
	 Ho shut the door, his chest rising and falling rapidly as fear
gripped his flabby body. He ran across the room for a gun, then ran
back to the door to make sure it was locked. He ran back across the
room and picked up his gun, then held it in his sweating fist.
	He ran back to the telephone and picked it up, trying to raise his
guards upstairs. There was no answer. He kept twisting his head to the
door and back to the girl. Then he dropped the phone and ran over to
the girl. Hurriedly he pulled her down and half carried, half dragged
her across the room to a corner doorway.
	He whimpered slightly as his bulging eyes watched the door, anxiously
waiting for the men to come through. Then he pulled the girl in
through the doorway and shut and locked the door.
	 They were in a bathroom now. Ho backed into the tub, dragging the
girl with him. The blood from the needle marks and his one cut of her
breast was smearing across his own naked body and he cursed her,
slapping the side of her head angrily. She grunted and whined but was
too weak to pull free.
	 "Whore!" Ho cried, punching her in the side of the head. "Stinking
slut! This is all your fault!" he sobbed.
	He punched her again, this time in the side, bringing a grunt of pain
from the nearly senseless blonde. The sound of breaking wood came from
the outer room and Ho crouched back in the corner of the tub, holding
his hand across the girl's lips. He stared wide-eyed at the door,
begging the Gods to keep the foreign dogs away.
	"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no..." he gasped, trembling with fear.
	Then there was a powerful crash against the door. It held briefly. A
second crash sent it slamming back against the wall. He raised the
pistol and fired all six shots out through the empty doorway. A face
suddenly peeked around the corner.
	 He fired at it, but the gun only clicked emptily. The face
reappeared, then the entire body. A huge white man came into the room,
pointing his gun at Ho. Ho drew back in terror, holding the girl's
body before him as a shield.
	A second man moved into the room. Both of them looked at Ho with
disgust and hatred. They came closer, unafraid of his obviously empty
pistol.
	"I have money!" he gasped. "I have much money. I have millions of
dollars. I will give it to you if you do not harm me!"
	They didn't answer. The big one grabbed the girl and jerked her
effortlessly away, lifting her in his arms and carrying her out of the
room. Ho stared at the other one, who looked at Ho through narrowed
eyes, his lip curled in disgust.\
	"Millions of dollars!" Ho whispered. "And girls, I have hundreds of
girls you can have. All ages, many young virgins!"
    The man put his gun down and smiled at Ho and Ho smiled back
tentatively. Then the man slid an enormous long knife from his belt
and moved forward. Ho cringed back, sobbing in terror.

	It took a while for the Bangkok police to assemble enough numbers to
enter the estate grounds. Inside the house they found bodies sprawled
everywhere, many dead of gunshot wounds and many others slain in their
beds, their throats cut.
	Several of the police found a gaping hole in one of the inside walls,
and a stairway leading down. They cautiously moved down the stairs and
began checking the rooms there, appalled at the sights they found.
	They were surprised to find still living people there, all of them
very young girls, who were locked in rooms that resembled prison
cells. The two bodies they found were both men, one of whom was fully
clothed and shot, the other of whom was naked.
	What precisely had caused the death of the second man would probably
have to wait for an autopsy. None of the policemen wanted to look to
closely at the bloody ruin to see. What was obvious was that the man,
a huge fat bald headed man, had been castrated. The little round head
of his organ protruded from between his lips.

	Wendy was lucky. Due to one of those tricks the brain plays on
people, she had simply blanked out almost the entire episode. What she
could remember made her shiver and gave her nightmares for along time
to come.
	 Her body healed quickly, all the cuts, stabs, and burns being fairly
superficial. The worst thing she suffered from was dehydration and
exhaustion. Within a month, nobody seeing her naked body would have
guessed at the torments it had undergone.
	And many had cause to see her naked body. Wendy had always had an
active sex life, but now it expanded greatly for some reason. Now it
included women as well as men, and she showed a preference for
bondage. She was happy, though, and if she were a tad less snotty and
a lot more obedient, her father certainly wasn't going to complain.
	Ho's promise of money hadn't saved his life, but it had enabled JJ
and company to do a quick scan around the building. They'd picked up
over ten million dollars in Thai and American money. This, in addition
to the money Crane paid them, enabled most to take up a life of ease.
	As for JJ, he bought a big house and a dozen big women and was seldom
either sober or clothed again.

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