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HK City

1.1

2015 A.D.

The Year of the Dragon

As the way of the serpent who sheds her skin, dusk fell upon HK City. The smog of the Asian metropolis uncoils herself and upon the winding heart of the city she shakes off her scales; topaz bleeds to ruby, ruby to an abysmal sapphire, then to the finality of onyx. Ozone shrouds this dark city, but it is the fading of the Western sun that once rose in the East, and may one day rise again, that with the buzz of the fluorescent cells, awakens the blood of the oldest race of Earth. A hundred million Chinese breathe the soot of a hundred million coal burners in the night. The convection of spice and sweet of the roused Imperial China mixed with the petrol reek of commerce. This is Hong Kong City. Yin and Yang, the eternal Fuck. The Fuck in the rattle of rickshaws on cobbled bursting streets jockeying with the revs of dilapidated scooters and motorized bicycles. The din of commerce snuffing the moans and grunts of fucking and rape, Vendors lining the streets and back alleys hawking the rice and eel delicacies that make up every dish, the potent aphrodisiacs, a thousand other traditional totems, the jade serpent of conquest, mingled with modern DVD's, CD's, Magazines, holopacks, of every perversion outlawed in the United Nations.

Business men prowl the narrow streets for the hook.They rub shoulders with Black Dragons, Shaolin Mafia, Manchu Pimps, and neo-western punks in mohawks and bomber jackets. Everyone watch for the Dynastists; glass eyed masters with scarred faces who wear the clothes of the old ways and carry portable katanas in their back pockets. Everyone here wants the same thing. Blood will be spilled; so will other commodities. The law only enters for the bribe or maybe a hook of their own. Sex and violence, the one constant in a city ruled by change, heralded by the aphrodisiacs fumes of the opiate shops.

The hazy sun merges to halogen while the city fucks under a blanket of filth. The Kuna Lin Massage parlors where the fully credentialed copulation masters employ the eight hundred and eighty eight sacred arts of sexual pleasure. The neon lit brothels where an American can obtain a demure little Chinese girl, or boy, or both, all the collective age of his daughter. The Bird Palace next door where in the back a Chinese business man gets a cute little Caucasian with big blue eyes, all bobby socks and pig tails, a teary eyes little teen the age of his granddaughter, and pops her cherry to cure his sexual impotence. The night holds sex shows of all description. Zoo exhibits where they lock pretty little toys in cages and make them fuck whatever animal is thrown in. Shows with bound toys tied up in knots, contorted every which way, their tits like purple doorknobs from the constriction of the bindings. Girls who would beg to be tied up and beaten, used in mouth, pussy, or ass, or just hung for a few days as decoration. Bukkake shows where young kidnaped girls are forced to swallow the cum of a thousand men. They would swallow so much cum their stomachs would be distended as if they were pregnant and the white milky ooze would leak out their noses. The dungeons, and in them, the mistresses of pain. Tall Asian succubae in latex and high heels always ready to dominate you, or your unmanageable spouse, or anyone else you gave them. Dominate. Torture. Massive ceremonial orgies of a hundred people or more in the thriving cult of Moon. Brothels devoted to body modification, genetic modification, breeding pens aiming to create a lineage of perfect toys. The city smelled of fucking, of filth, of decadence, of eruption, of tradition and revolution.

Jessica Bael wrinkled her cute little nose as her big blue eyes surveyed the dingy impoverished Orientals of the black Market district.

“Like Hong Kong is so gross, it's filthy, it's so not like Texas at all!” she dismissively exclaimed shaking her luxurious blond hair behind her in affirmation to her classmate Danica Guile. Danica Guile blushed in embarrassment, a deep red momentarily shadowing the light brown freckles in her face. How could Jessica be so callous to other people's feelings and cultural beliefs? This had all been her idea. It was she who had wanted to go to this seedy black market to get that stupid bootlegged CD?.

Of course, as long as Danica had known Jessica she had been that way. Both girls had gone to St. Francis Munroe Baptist preliminary school together, one of the finest high schools in Texas, but besides from that both girls were complete opposites. Jessica's parents had paid for her way in. Jessica's dad owned an oil company. Danica was given up to an orphanage at birth. She did not know her parents. She did not know that her mother's chief occupation was sucking cock to feed her heroin addiction. And there was no one on earth who knew who Danica's father was. The girl became a ward of the state and it was most likely the state's assumption that she would end up working the streets like her mother. But Danica had an incredible work ethic, an almost preternatural ability to learn, that got her assigned to the school.

Jessica and Danica barely ever saw each other in school, or more accurately Jessica never saw Danica since Jessica was the most popular student and snubbed anyone who wasn't in her circle. Jessica ran student government, was the head cheerleader, won prom queen, and had a 4.0 GPA mainly through flirting with the teachers. She was also the wet dream of every boy in school.

Jessica Bess had a sex fantasy of a body. One that had won her several Miss Texas Teen pageants. She was 5'8 with long shimmering blond hair, large round blue eyes, and full lips that would have looked perfect framing a meaty cock. She had a perfectly tanned body toned by cheerleading and gymnastics. She was lithe and flexible, in cheerleading practice even the teachers would come down to watch her body contort into positions that inspired the most inappropriate of thoughts. The favorite position of most of the professors and students were when she would reach down and grab her ankles, revealing a curvy round ass that would sway mesmorizingly, whether in cheerleader shorts, tight jeans, or mini-skirts. She had perfectly round C cup breast, full and perky, and exposed every day in new revealing outfits. Every boy would have a hard-on when she walked through the halls; her nipples pressing through the fabric of her tight little sweater, her ass cheeks creasing in daisy dukes, and the sweet fragrance of expensive perfume wafting behind her.

And if the few dykes who ogled her in the locker room were to be believed she had flawless skin, with small pink nipples that always seemed erect, a cute little shaved heart shape patch of fur right above her dainty pussy lips. The fact was most of the girls had crushes on her, no matter whether they were gay or not. Everyone did.

But no one could touch her. Especially dykes who she thought were gross and constantly tormented. She had one boyfriend, the captain of the football team, but the rumor was she had only allowed him to squeeze her tits, and only above her top. She had everything going for her and she knew it and so she treated anyone who wasn't her like crap.

Danica had practically nothing going for her. She was the school shadow. No one knew her, no one wanted to. She had good grades, a 3.8 GPA, but her lack of participation or friendliness with the mostly male teaching staff meant that for her school was work, and she could not afford friends. Her only notoriety was a rumor started by Jessica, who then promptly forgot it, that Danica was gay. The rumor only lasted three days before everyone got bored with it, but Danica was mortified. It was true Danica had once experimented French kissing with her best and only friend when she was a freshman, but her friend had left for a different school and they had lost contact. So she had no idea how anyone could have known. The truth was nobody did know. Jessica had made it up for a laugh.

Danica was 5'2, skinny with a bony body, auburn brown hair, brown eyes, and brown freckles across her cheeks and chest. She even had brown nipples which contrasted with her milky white skin. She had a small birthmark on her interior thigh, brown, in a shape that she thought looked like a rose, but that was a secret she never shared with anyone. She had b cup breast, small and firm, but she was ashamed of their size, as well as the rest of her body which she would hide in baggy sweaters. As for her love life, it was isolated to late night masturbation sessions where she would imagine her one time friend pulling her to the ground, dominating her, and then beginning to lay kisses all over her entire body until eventually reaching her downy V.

When the word got around that Munroe Baptist Preliminary school was organizing a graduation trip to China, Danica saw it as a chance to get away from the provincial town and her snobby classmates, and finally see the world and find herself. Jessica just assumed from the start that she would go and figured it would be a good place to shop for new clothes. Neither of them expected that the tour agent Mrs. Woo would create a mandatory partner system and that they would both be randomly assigned to be partners.

And that was why Danica was following Jessica right now; as Jessica happily ignored her, too busy browsing through a selection of bootleg DVD's. Danica was uncomfortable by the whole situation, but especially by the fact that many of the DVD's showed men and women naked and fucking. Danica had to fight hard to look away from a DVD of a brown haired white girl between the legs of a muscular oriental woman lapping at her muff. Danica also did not like the fact that all the men were staring openly at Jessica's ass and titties, and Jessica seemed oblivious to their stares as she bent over to pick up another box of DVD's.

Jessica was aware of all the shrimpy Asian guys looking at her, and though she found them disgusting, in a perverse way she got a thrill out of it, much as she did in High School with the boys. She would sometimes suggestively lick her lips, or stick out her chest, to give some guy jack off material, even though she didn't know what jacking off was exactly. The videos gave her a thrill too, in her sheltered life in Texas she had never come across porn and now its presence intrigued her. They showed her things that made her feel all weird inside. She stared down at a young women sucking on a dick like it was popsicle. The picture beside it showed a long string of white cum hanging of a man's dick and dripping into the open mouths of two women beneath him. Jessica started getting wet as she wondered what it would taste like to take a man's cum. Jessica didn't worry that anyone would find out about her new interest. Danica only talked about going to museums.

“This street is filthy,” laughed Jessica, “Don't these pencil dicks know anything about sanitation.” The fact that Danica was a non-entity to her, and that she had no supervision in this strange new world she had stumbled into gave her a sense of power and sensuality that went straight to her head. She could say anything she wanted, do anything she wanted, and who would gossip? Danica? These Asian guys?

Danica was sure that no one around them could have understood Jessica's bigoted remarks, but still her classmates attitude made her feel even more conspicuous then she was; simply because for once she was one of the tallest people in the crowd. Why did Mrs. Woo make her my partner anyway, thought Danica angrily, She doesn't even want to do anything here. Oh, god, this is embarrassing!

“Jessica! Stop, please.” Whimpered Danica, shrugging her shoulders to hide her shame, “can we go to the Tibetan temple now.”

Jessica smirked, “but it's so dirty, and anyway I'm tired of the old bald wrinkly Asian guys with pencil dicks all staring at me like they can't wait to get my panties off. Ew. Gross.” Apparently, thought Danica darkly, she had noticed. Apparently, she was purposely shaking her ass at them.

Danica was about to reply when the sudden awareness of danger overwhelmed her.

“Jessica! Look out!” She screamed grabbing Jessica by the arm and yanking her back as a biomechanical rickshaw barely missed her. Jessica shrieked as mud and filth splashed over her brand new six inch heels.

“Hey! Dammit!'

Danica only caught a glimpse of the passengers, as the rickshaw slave, shirtless and rippling with muscle raced by, both hands pulling the cart like an frantic colt while optic wires projected from his spine to the c art's control panel. The man in the cart was a girthy Asian man; he looked like what the tour guide called Purple Dragons or something, sitting back in the plush seat with a leisurely smile on his face. But Danica's eyes were transfixed on the female passenger. She was a Geisha. The most beautiful and elegant women Danica had ever seen. Her hair was held up by two stick, emphasizing her long graceful neck. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, like a ghost. And her eyes were an exotic green that seemed to glint like a jewel in the dark. Danica could not even breath. The women was wearing a sapphire kimono, a thin crack ran down the center revealing only tantalizing hints of what she offered. One hand daintily held an parasol which masked part of her face, the other hand-and this Danica wasn't sure if it was a trick of the imagination-was in the man's lap. And what was she holding and playing with? Danica's innocent mind could not fathom it. And then they were gone. The raw energy of the moment added to the earlier DVD had awakened a mysterious sexuality in her that she could not begin to understand.

“Jesus. All I wanted was that Starboy album!” whined Jessica, oblivious to what had occurred. She began to pout, her supple lips drooping sexily. She was creating a scene, and the audiences of Asian men were appreciative of the white princess.

“There's a bunch of CD's over there,” said Danica pointing to a long table she was next to earlier when a nice old Asian lady told her about the historical significance of the onyx lion figures she sold. “Why don't you pick up your CD so we can leave?”

Jessica reached into her Armani purse. Suddenly, her face was crucified in a look of utter torment. She began to wail, “My money's gone! Someone stole my money! I've been robbed!”

She broke out in sobs. A sizeable crowd began to surround the two. The men and women, shoppers and vendors, smiled at the rude America. The men looked lecherously at the American girl with her big blue doughy eyes dripping tears and her heaving breasts so much bigger than most of their Asian women.

“Let's go” Hissed an uneasy Danica. Though she would never admit to it, the laviscuous glances the men were stowing on her companion were both beginning to worry and excite her.

“Fine.” Said Jessica. They both began to walk off, both aware that many sets of eyes were following Jessica's swaying ass. But they were tragically not aware that four of those sets of eyes would drastically affect the future of both girls.

1.2

Madame Dragon sat at the balcony regally sipping her green tea and looking down with a bemused expression at the two American girls. Madame Dragon's slave lay at her feet, naked except for a choke collar and a dragon tattoo on her ass, demurely staring at the floor. The slave was an attractive Caucasian girl with sandy brown hair. Her name had been Bianca, though she had long since forgotten that. She had been kidnaped at the age of thirteen, and now at sixteen had made her way to be Madame Dragon's personal sex slave. She looked up at her beautiful mistress with adoring eyes and delicately nibbled on her calf until her mistress's foot shoed her away.

Madame Dragon owned several of the most popular clubs in HK city's most prominent sex districts, including the most popular Lady Blue Eyes. She was one of HK city's most powerful business women and also had a hand in every shady business dealing going on in the city. Also, she was a fiendish dominatrix and, though she usually left the gathering of new livestock to her employees, occasionally she enjoyed doing a little recon work of her own.

To her side, stood Sun Li, thin and athletic, with short cropped hair and hard features. She was Madame Dragon's bodyguard and right hand women. The one who was suppose to do the dirty work. She was a known master of the twined Dragon style of Kung Fu, a style that was only know by three people in China, and more importantly a style that in recorded Chinese history had never been beaten.

“Sun Li, did you see those two American girls. The shy one and the proud one. I found the proud one to be quite attractive. I think she would make quite the stir amongst our cliental. I know that I would desire to see her between my legs.”

The slave once known as Bianca blanched at this. Her devotion to her beloved mistress had made her quite jealous and possessive. And the thought of her Mistress considering another toy as pretty enough to lap at her succulent clit distressed the poor slave.

Sun Li had been staring hard at the brown haired one, her hand resting easily at the portable Katana at her side. Her face impassive as always. “The blond one has a undisciplined mind. However, once broken in I could see her being a popular attraction. A man would enjoy cumming over that arrogant face, and a women would much desire her devoted tongues subservience.”

The slave had begun sucking on her mistresses left toe and Madame Dragon in a sign of affection began to run her right foot through the toys hair. The toy purred in contentment.

“And yet,” She said, “you stare at the other.”

“you know I do not find these weak willed American girls attractive. But the other. There is something strange about her.” Remarked Sun Li casually, in a way no different than if she was describing the weather.

Madame Dragon stared carefully at her Second. She had to come to trust her insight. “If you get me the blond then, you may have the other, though I cannot understand the interest!”

A wry smile passed across Sun Li's face. “Yes, my mistress.”

Silently, she left the room.

“Yes,” said Madame Dragon, smiling. “I think I have done my work for today.”

She reached down softly, curling her long fingernails through her slave's' curly brown hair. Then in a quick jerk she yanked the girl's head up. With both hands tightly wound into her slave's scalp, she positioned the excited toy against her hardened cock. The slave knew her place and immediately opened her mouth to feel the shaft slide down her throat. With her nose firmly pressed against her mistress's pubic hair, she began to hum and suck in the manner she had long been taught. Madame Dragon gave a grunt, cumming deep into the her slaves throat while simultaneously pouring the remains of the green tea over her head. The slave dutifully sucked clean any vestiges of cum from her mistress's dick, slipping her tongue to catch some errant cum that had remained on her lower lip and chin. She looked up dutifully at her mistress who snapped a choke chain on her collar.

“Come.” Madame Dragon said, with a jerk.

"Arf" barked Bianca, wagging her ass.

Madame Dragon walked off; her slave crawling behind her like the trained bitch she was.

1.3.

Because of the decisions of the tour guide, both Jessica and Danica were forced to sleep in the same hotel room. This was a matter of extreme inconvenience for both of them. Jessica had further exasperated the situation by throwing all of her stuff all over the room including on Danica's bed. Danica didn't like the way Jessica stripped down to her pink panties and strolled around the room as if Danica wasn't there. And she especially didn't like the way she kept catching herself peeking at Jessica's sweet little ass and tits. She wasn't gay, she scolded herself, and besides she was certainly not attracted to Jessica.

When they got home after the CD incident, Jessica was still pouting from the money that she had lost. She was so distressed she skipped meeting up with her friends in the other hotel rooms, pulled off her tank top, slipped on a pink negligee, slid off her jeans, and crashed on her bed. Danica was fine with this. As long as she was asleep, Danica wouldn't have to deal with awkward and unpleasant experience of being around.

Danica realized she was sweating underneath her sweater. HK temperature was around ninety degrees even with weather controls and even in the hotels the air conditioning wasn't perfect. Walking over to the windows, she opened them, staring down on the fluorescent city. For a second she questioned whether it was safe to keep the window open while she slept. She stuck her head out the window and caught the cool night breeze. The people walking below her in the streets were like shadowed rodents scurrying about. Above her, tracing the skyline a zeppelin fired down hypno-optic advertisements into peoples windows. She laughed to herself. This room was thirty stories up; thirty stories of granite and plastic. There was no possible way anyone could get in here. She laughed to herself and left the windows wide open, called for the room to turn off the lights, and lay on the bed.

Jessica had kicked her blankets off of her in the night, and Danica could see by the moonlight her chest rising and falling. through the negligee, Jessica's nipples hardened from the cold. She was practically naked. Her skin so soft and brown. Danica began to touch herself. She came quietly like a mouth and then fell to sleep.

For another twenty minutes the room was dark except for the quiet chirping of the local insects and the light snores of Jessica and Danica. A quiet breeze circulated around the room. No one was around to see of course, but if they were, they would have spied something extremely peculiar. A set of hands suddenly and silently latched onto the bottom of the window. In a fashion professionally quick, a shadowed figure had leaped onto the window ledge and was looking into the room. It paused there, a silhouette against the window frame, analyzing the make of the apartment, and then leaped inside. A cockroach might have made more noise. The figure was dressed in the style of the ninja, black clothes and hood, black rubber soled shoes. The indication of small breasts and streamlined figure revealed she was a women. She moved to the window and slowly let down a rope. Eventually two more ninja garbed figures entered the room, breathing heavily. The shadowed figure slinked over to Jessica and stood over her bed. Jessica slowly rolled over in her sleep, pulling more of her blanket off. Her breast, pressed together by her shoulder blades while she slept, enhanced the curvature of her cleavage. One of the male ninja gasped inviting a quick glance from the leader. Jessica was clothed only in a silk pink negligee that invited fantasy rather than conceal the body. . The curve of her ass shone in the moonlight. The ninja women reached towards Jessica's innocent face a small piece of cloth in her hand.

Jessica awoke to a shadowed figure standing above reaching down for her. She tried to scream, but immediately realized the figure had placed something over her mouth. “Oh. God She thought. I'm going to be rape-

The chloroform had done it's job. The shadowed figure let the two others carry Jessica out the window. She couldn't help noticing the way the two had used the chance to squeeze Jessica's fatty breasts making the girl moan in her sleep.

The ninja slinked over to Danica's bed and stared down at the girl. Danica's brow was furrowed with worry even in sleep. The girl was having a bad dream. Her hands reached down into her pussy. She never even awoke when the chloroform was placed over her nose. She just relaxed. The next day Mrs. Woo was shocked to find that both girls had disappeared from their room.

1.4.

Jessica tried to get her point across, but was surprised to hear it come out something like, “mmmy gongd oo bahg raaaabpbeddh!”

That's funny, thought Jessica, I can't seem to talk right. That was when she noticed, sticking out of her mouth, the fifteen inch long, and five inch wide, black monster dick. Jessica's mouth stretched like an anaconda around the pulsing black rod. She could feel it thrusting its way down her throat, past her stomach, into her uterus. It made little kicking movements against her stomach walls like a nine month old baby. In what felt like slow motion, Jessica's eyes went cross-eyed slowly traveled up the length of the penis, continuing further up to notice that it belonged a Amazonian African American women with glowing red eyes, red devil horns sticking out of her head, gigantic fake DD's, and of course, (what was par for the course when it came to this brand of surrealism) the gigantic dick.

This was way wrong, thought Jessica, as she slobbered over the cock, trying to get even more of it down her throat, the only thing black people should receive was minimum wage for cleaning her parent's house, not oral sex from her. She could feel her spittle leak out onto her bouncing tits, as something poked her ass. This must all be a Dreeaaammm…

Jessica's eyes fluttered weakly. It was all a dream. Suddenly, they shot open; her big blue fearful eyes racing about. She was lying on a cold cement floor, naked, her freezing nipples pressed against the concrete. Something cold was locked around her wrists pulling them behind her back. She tried to wiggle around and found that her feet were shackled as well. There was a dim halogen light above her that cast obscure shadows on the walls as her eyes desperately tried to focus. What was wrong with them? Why were they so blurry?

“Heelmmphhh!” She screamed, realizing that there was something invading the space of her mouth, forcing her jaws open and pushing into her throat.

“Da, I see you are awake.” Suddenly Jessica's eyes came into focus, then immediately reacted in horror. Standing in front of her was a woman. This mundane fact did not horrify Jessica. The fact that the women was almost naked, her large breasts pushed up by PVC corset covered in buckles, her pussy displayed in a black thong, black fishnet stockings traveling down her exceedingly long legs, then connecting with shiny leather stilettos now inches from Jessica's face, and the fact that she held a riding crop gingerly in her hand, and wanted to use it, was what horrified her.

Madame Dragon walked into Jessica's field of vision and stood beside the regal dominatrix dressed in the latest in bondage fashion.

“Good, the toy is awake.” said Madame Dragon, “She certainly takes a long time with her beauty sleep.” She smiled wickedly.

Jessica looked frantically between the two. Her eyes brimmed with tears. She now realized that she had a large ball gag wedged in her mouth and strapped around her head.

Madame Dragon wore a red silk kimono that somehow made her even more intimidating, as it clung tightly to her feminine curves. Her face was accentuated by the green eyeliner and deep coral red of her lipstick.

The dominatrix looked vaguely Russian, with aristocratic pouting lips, a firm bone structure, that gave her face the haughtiness of a runway model, and her auburn hair was tied up in a bun. She was slender with large bulbous breasts that looked like they were about to burst from the corset.

“Time for inspection.” smiled Madame Dragon, amused, “get her on her feet.”

The Russian reached downward, grabbed Jessica by her hair, and pulled her to her feet. Jessica moaned through her ball gag.

Madame Dragon strolled around Jessica, inspecting her. Conscious of the Chinese women's stark appraisal, Jessica felt more naked then ever. Madame Dragon viewed Jessica as if she were a piece of meat, and really, to Dragon's mature eyes, that was all she was. Jessica tried to hide herself by shrugging her shoulders.

SWAT! Quick as a viper, the Russian had brought her riding crop across Jessica's ass/

“Stand tall! Stick your tits out, Bitch!”

“Hmmm,” said Madame Dragon, “let me see her teeth.”

The Russian pulled Jessica's head back. “You will not speak in front of the Mistress. If you speak, I will educate your stupid little American brain to the sensation of real pain!”

She yanked the ball gag out of Jessica's mouth and Jessica was too terrified to even let loose a whimper. Madame Dragon pulled her mouth open and began to poke and prod her gums and teeth. She made Jessica stand on one leg. She squeezed each breast and yanked a little on each nipple, evaluating size and shape. Jessica whimpered.

“Body is in relatively good condition. Good set of teeth. Breast shape is slightly abnormal, but we will probably want to maintain integrity until it gets older. Ass is flat. Will need some collagen implants. There is a signs of possible acne issues, skin will need to be thoroughly cleaned. Relatively good breeding for a free ranged toy, but years of conditioning to destroy, and readjust. Still she's a natural submissive. Oh--”, and with this, she yanked roughly on Jessica's pubic hair, “This will have to go. And give her a labia ring as well.”

Never had Jessica's body been put under such criticism. She blushed in embarrassment as she realized the inadequacies of her body. She had the sudden and inexplicable desire to serve her Chinese superior, to make up for her own bodies poor performance.

“That will be all.”

As Madame Dragon left the room, The Russian replaced Jessica's ball gag and attached a collar around her neck with a leash hanging off of it. She led Jessica out through a hidden door in the concrete room, and through several cold sterile hallways, to a room marked preparation.

When they entered the room, Jessica saw it was filled with laboratory equipment like a high tech doctor's office. There was large cylindrical machine that looked like some sort of vertical tanning bed, accept it had padded grooves for a body to fit into.

The Russian led her over to it and placed her inside. Jessica began to panic as metal bands wrapped around her legs immobilizing her. Slowly, the door of the machine closed over her body.

A small Asian women with a petite body dressed in a lab coat was standing over by the monitor. Jessica could see through the small plastic window in the machine. The Russian women walking over to her. They embraced and proceeded to engage in a long French kiss. Then the Russian began to relate something to technician. The technician began to work the machine. Jessica could hear a motor whirring behind her and in a panic began to struggle in her bonds. She was screaming through her ball gag, the noise loud and cacophonic inside the machine, not even audible outside of it. Suddenly, she felt sharp piercing sensations in both of her ass cheeks. The whirring continued. Her ass stung painfully and slowly began to push deeper and deeper into the cushioning. The process lasted for about twenty minutes. To Jessica it felt like days.

Finally, she was released from the machine. Jessica noticed in terror that there was more weight behind her sway. Her ass had ballooned out to a perfect heart shaped cushion.

The Russian led her over to the linoleum lined corner and tied her to a ring. Picking up a hose, she began to douse her in ice cold water. Jessica squealed and tried to pull her body away from the relentless stream of water, but it was impossible. Next, out of another hose, the Russian sprayed out a foamy substance that coated Jessica's body. Then with the first hose she rinsed her. Jessica's body felt warm, tingly. It looked a delicious rosy pink. Next, she was given an enema, an action that sent deep blush down Jessica's face to her breasts. Finally, the Russian began to smear a white sticky substance over her pubic hair. Jessica's cunt began to tingle and the sensation added to her sense of perversion. In a few minutes, the Russian washed away all of Jessica's pubic hair. Her vaginal lips were as soft and smooth as a preteen. Jessica didn't think it was possible, but she felt even more naked now.

Finally, they sat the slave on an examination table and strapped her down, pulling her legs wide apart, and exposing her cunt lips. Jessica watched the technician reach between her legs holding some sort of metal appliance. Suddenly, a piercing pain reverberated through her pussy lips. Jessica jolted through her bindings. The pain was delirious. For a few seconds, Jessica could no longer tell where she was. She screamed herself hoarse.

When she came to she saw that a small golden ring was dangling from her labia lips. For some reason, the sight mesmerized her.

The technician turned her around. Again there was more whirring and more pain on her ass, this time on her right ass cheek. But this pain was a dull throbbing compared to what she had endured. When the technician was done, they pulled her up and escorted her to a full length mirror. Presumably they wanted to show off their handiwork. Roughly turned around, Jessica gazed through dimmed exhausted eyes at her right ass cheek, or left in the mirror. Tattooed on her red perfect cheek, was the design of a red dragon. Jessica knew that image would haunt her for the rest of her life.

The Russian led her out of the room and down some stairs into a small cell. There was no light. The room wasn't tall enough for her to stand up in forcing her to kneel and crawl like an animal. The Russian chained her to the wall. There was a small water dish on the floor. And some rags in the corner. That was all. The Russian closed the door behind her leaving her in blackness. For an hour, Jessica sobbed through her ball gag. She couldn't sit on her ass she laid on her stomach. Her tits were rubbed raw on the rough rags.

1.5.

Jessica awoke to the flickering of light from a small halogen bulb. She had lost all concepts of time and had no idea how long she slept. Through a slot in the door, a doggy dish was pushed through. The dish was filled with some sort of gruel. The words Princess were written on the side of the dish with a little pink heart dotting the eye. Princess, that must be my name. Princess immediately shook her head in a panic. No, her name was Jessica. Jessica. Jessica suddenly realized how hungry she was. She noticed her hands were still tied behind her back so slowly she wiggled over to the dish and began to dab her tongue in and out slurping up the milky white gruel. It looked horrible, and tasted plain. Soon she had her entire face buried in the doggy bowl eagerly licking it clean. A we ird feeling of euphoria swept over her. She felt dizzy.

A rattle and the iron door opened to reveal the Russian. Again she hooked the leash around Jessica's throat and began to walk her into a new room. Jessica followed as best she could on hands and knees. This new room looked like some sort of torture chamber. Jessica whimpered and edged away from the ominous equipment.

The Russian pulled the young American girl towards her, and pulled off her ball gag. Jessica flexed her aching jaw. The white gruel she had eaten e arlier was still plastered to her face. Placing her hand under the girl's chin and yanking it upwards, the Russian began to speak to her.

“My name is Svena. And I will be your new Mistress until you are properly trained as a sex toy for our establishment. When you address me it will be as your mistress. To address a man, it will be as master. Your role in life is now much simpler. You exist to please our clientele. That is your only purpose in life. Understand.”

A relief spread through Jessica. Finally, she had a purpose. No, thought, Jessica, this is wrong. This isn't me.

“The old you does not exist. The new you is called Princess. The new you are a obedient well trained fuck toy. Every move you will make will be in some way to pleasure your clientele. You will learn to pleasure them in any way they want. You will be used in every hole, put into every position, beaten, humiliated, and you will love it. “

Princess? But my names not-

Before Jessica/Princess could think, Svena had grabbed her by the hair and had pulled her head back, and began to kiss her. It was a deep, invasive, sensual kiss. Her tongue explored Jess's trembling mouth. Starlight busted behind Jessica's eyes as her mind was lost in the kaleidoscopic saporic lust generated by Svena.

. She had never considered being sexual with another women, but now her body was demanding that she submit to this dominatrix who held her so firmly.

“Please”

Svena slapped Princess across the face.

“Please what?”

“Please mistress.” Princess/Jessica whimpered her face burning.

“What do you want Princess?”

Princess was surprised to notice that she didn't even know. She was still thinking about this as Svena pushed her down on her knees. This was Princess's first close up look at a pussy, and though there was still a part of her screaming that this was wrong, that she was not a lesbian, all in all the view was breathtaking. Princess licked her lips as Svena slowly pushed into her crotch.

“Don't worry Toy. I won't grade you on technique yet, that training will come later. Now I just want to see what you can do on your first time.”

Princess/Jessica gingerly placed her pink little tongue against Svena the Russian's clit. Her first taste of pussy washed through her brain giving her delightful and dirty ideas. She began to lap hungrily at her mistress's pussy. Svena moaned sluttishly and roughly grabbed Princess by her blond locks and began to hump her face.

I am a slut, thought Princess, and the realization sent a deep flush of red across her skin. The pleasure of serving her mistress began to make her wet.

Her face was buried between Svena's legs and she was dutifully rubbing her little nose against Svena's clit as she pushed her tongue deeper and deeper. Jessica's mouth was drenched with cum which she promptly swallowed as Svena came on her face.

Panting, Svena looked down at her little fuck toy who obediently was looking up at her beckoning her to teach her more. Pussy juice was running down her chin.

“Now we begin with your training my little princess,” said Svena as she played with Princess's blond curls.

1.6.

Princess was completely exhausted, her lips parched as sandpaper, and her breath coming in quick raspy heaves, her firm cheerleader toned body quivering under the three day assault. Princess's perfectly proportioned body was at its absolute limit brought about by the degradation, the torture, the fucking, and torture again. Through what she endured she remained at peak arousal, pussy juice leaking down her leg, her body glowing in a sheen of sweat. Her body fucked by dozens of strange men all in the employ of Svena. Princess's once shimmering hair was now matted with dried cum, her eyes red from crying. The herbal drugs and brainwashing had left her brain in a state of exhaustion. No more rational thoughts, just animalistic confusion and lust. A thin line of drool slowly fell from her lips down her trembling white breasts as she sat submissively in the kneeling position and stared blankly at the floor. Svena circled the submissive American, tapping the thin cane rod in her hand as she examined her. The twelve inch dildo swayed back and forth like a metronome charged by the sway of her demure hips. Princess's lips opened reflexively as it passed inches from her nose, her tongue lolled out like a panting dog. She could smell her own pussy juices. Svena smiled. Already the process had begun. Princess was transforming into a toy. Soon the only thing she would know is how to please.

“Get on your hands and knees now. Like you're a bitch!” Princess had a deep overpowering urge to obey though she no longer could articulate why. All she wanted was to please her mistress and have her smile in satisfaction, to let her know she was a good girl. But for some reason, through the groggy haze she couldn't seem to get her body to cooperate. A sharp crack across her ass and her mind cleared allowing her to dutifully take the position.

Svena began to give directions while running the bamboo across the chasm of Jessica's pussy lips.

“Arch that back! More! (Crack!) More! Good. Now proper form is key. Widen the legs. The object is to fully display that shaved little cunt. Stick your ass out more. Good, now stick your tits out. Bend your spine. You must always remember to display the tits.”

Svena forced the dildo up against Jessica's well used lips and Princess immediately took it in. There eyes made contact as Svena haughty brown matched Princess's big blue eyes. Svena had always found that Fuck Toys always paid better attention when their was a dick in their mouth. Tears rolled down Princess's face as Svena began to address her reiterating each point with a thrust of her plastic dick.

“Five point cow position was brought to China in the year 307-the year of the Locust-by Indian Monk Fong Hi. The cow stance is the standard position ideally learned by a child first fourteenth birthday. Apparently, however you ignorant American brain is not aware of this. Cow stance effectiveness lies in that it opens all of the toy to her mistress for inspection and use. Now I am going to use you. You should thank your mistress for having to educate you in a lesson you should already have known.”

The Russian walked over to a walk in closet and came out wearing a cowboy hat.

“You know in Russian as a child I used to watch American cowboy shows.” She positioned herself behind the barely cognicient Princess. “I always wanted to be the cowgirl with my own little pony. Now I get my chance. Time for your pony ride. Pony Princess. ” She slammed the dildo deep into Princess's well used ass. Princess gasped in shock eliciting a hard spank across her ass cheek from Svena.

“Ponies do not groan. They whinny. I want you to whinny pony.”

Like a dutiful pony, Princess began to whinny obediently as Svena fucked her ass roughly. Pain crashed through Princess's body, but brought with it a strange sort of pleasure. Princess began to get wet, and soon her whinnies stopped being of pain, and became those of pleasure. She could feel the hard phallus building ripples of pleasure that traveled up her arched spine and into the back of her head where they would explode behind her eyes as figments of pure pleasure. Svena had grabbed a hold of her pony tails and was using them as reigns like the pony she now was. She pulled on them arching Princess's back and signaled one of the male assistants who waited dutifully in the shadows to come forward. The young man (who had already came inside the exhausted toy several times) moved in front of Princess, who barely noticed him in her frenzied lust, and placed his hard cock against her lips.

Like the good sex toy she knew that she now was, Princess immediately wrapped her mouth around the boy's engorged cock and began to suck him off. The three moved together like a well oiled fuck engine. As soon as Princess was slammed forward by the hard cock in her ass, she was immediately slammed backwards by the dick in her mouth. Princess had lost track of how many dicks she had sucked. Surely, it had been over a twelve. Princess wasn't sure that she could even count passed that anymore. Counting was a skill that she no longer needed to remember. Her mistress would much rather want her to know how to suck cock well: To wrap her lips around the balls, run her tongue up the shaft and around the head, to relax her throat and bury the cock in her throat. She had been imprisoned for three days and nights, but to her it felt like a year. A year of education had proved to her beyond a doubt her real existence in life. She was a sex toy. The boy shuddered and finally came in her mouth. The cum overflowed and dripped off her bottom lip onto the floor. When he pulled out she quickly licked her lips clean, then pulled forward to suckle on his quickly deflating cock until it was shiny and clean. Then with a sexy look up at the boy, she kneeled down and began lapping up the cum from the floor.

Fucking her from behind, Svena smiled. So did Mistress Dragon through the glass partition from the next room as she fucked the ass of a new purchase.

The sight of Princess the American slut lapping up cum as if it was ice cream crack turned her on and led her to greater exertions. Yes, thought Mistress Dragon, her hard cock buried in the moaning slave, this one will be a profitable purchase.