WARNING!  This file contains sexually explicit material. If you are underage,
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A sweet Asian girl goes off with an American man to be his wife. It
turns out he wasn't as nice as he seemed.

ff, exh

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                    The Sale, Part 3
                    by InnerStrength


We have been riding in the car for several hours. You have no watch, so you
don't know for sure. Rick is in the front seat driving. I am in the back with
you, and you are completely naked. You have pulled yourself into the corner of
the seat furthest away from me, but I am satisfied and I am leaving you alone.

After a while, you got tired of holding your arm over your chest and let it
drop to your lap. Sometimes, you noticed Rick leering back at you in the
rearview mirror, and you cover yourself again.

It looks like we are coming to a town. There are fields, and some houses off
from the road. Then up ahead you see the buildings. As we pull into the town,
an old woman stares at you through the car window, and you see the hostility
in her eyes. You have nothing to cover yourself with, and you are being
paraded through town with your young breasts on display.

Your cheeks blush a bright shade of pink, and you crouch as far down in the
seat as you can. You can't see people near the car anymore, but you are
watching the tops of the buildings go by. You hope nobody is looking out a
second story window. Then they would see more that just your breasts. They
would see your whole body.

The town isn't large, and soon the car comes to a stop. In an instant, young
boys surround the car. You have been hiding, but now there are faces in all
the windows. You can see the boys pointing, and hear them shouting and
laughing. They are in every window, staring at you. Some by your window are
pounding on the glass.

You can see they are having a great time looking at your exposed body. This
must be quite a party for them. You don't know what to do with your hands. You
cover your chest. You cover your pussy. Somehow, putting your hands on your
pussy in front of them is even more obscene than just exposing yourself. You
don't know what to do.

You turn on your side and move away from the window, but that runs you right
into me.

"Welcome home, honey."

I grab your arm and open the door. Now you can hear the shouting and the
laughing even more. I get out and pull you with me, and now you are surrounded
by the boys. Most of them are younger than you are, but they don't show you
any respect. Bodies are pressed into you on all sides. Boys are squeezing your
tits, and rubbing your bottom. Some bold ones even try to put fingers in your
little pussy. You are brushing at them with your free hand, and almost keeping
them away. The only thing saving you is my hand pulling you through the crowd.

I pull you through a door, and Rick pushes all of the boys out and closes
it. Finally you are free of them and look around. I still have a firm grip on
your wrist.

We are in a big room with a bar and what looks like a stage. There are a few
other girls here.  One or two could be younger than you. The rest are
older. They are all in simple robes.

"Miri, help her get cleaned up and show her around."

The oldest girl comes up to you. She has long dark hair and almond eyes. She
is thin and young, but a little better developed than you are.

"Hi, my name is Miri. What's yours?"

You don't answer.

"I know. It's hard at first. You'll get used to it. If you work hard, then
people are nice, and they look out for you. Come with me."

She starts to walk off and she looks back to see if you are following.

"Come on. Don't you want some clothing?"

Anything is better than staying in the room with me and Rick. You follow her,
still silent.

"There are some bad men who come here, but they usually like the younger
girls. You should be alright. One girl even had a man take her to America to
marry her."

She takes you up a flight of wooden stairs into a narrow hallway. There are
doors on either side. She opens one.

"This is your room."

It is very simple. There is large mat on the floor, and a small table next to
it, with a basin underneath. There is no other furniture, but there is a
window. You walk up to it, and you see a nice garden in the back, and you see
the windows of other houses. You have almost forgotten that you are naked.

"There isn't much to do in the room, so most of us stay downstairs in the
daytime. You shouldn't leave in case somebody comes for you. At night, you
should stay in your room unless you are washing or downstairs. If somebody
comes into your room, just do what he asks and make him happy. Come this
way. I'll show you where the robes are."

She leads you to the end of the hall into a larger room. There is a large
ceramic tub in the center of the room. There is also a small sink, and a half
shower. Against the walls, there are some shelves with towels, and robes. You
don't see any underwear.

"I like to wash after somebody visits me, but sometimes they come in too
quickly. Usually they don't mind waiting a few minutes if you are clean, but
some of them like it better when you don't wash. Those are the robes. The
pretty ones are for at night when people are here. You should wear the simple
ones in the daytime. Let's get you cleaned up."

She starts running water in the tub. She touches the water a few times, and
then adjusts the temperature. She lets the tub fill, and sits in silence. She
seems to know that you don't want to talk.

"The tub is ready. Why don't you get in."

The water is warm and feels so good. It can't wash off what the men did to
you. How could your parents let them take you? This is the first time you have
been away from them since they took you, and your first chance to relax. You
stay still in the tub and just start crying. Your life is over, and you are
mourning it.

"You should wash; the water is going to get cold. Here, let me help."

Miri comes up to the tub and kneels over. She takes a cup and pours water over
your hair. When it is wet, she puts shampoo in, and rubs your scalp. It feels
so good to have somebody being nice to you. Your tears slow a little and you
just sit back and let Miri wash you. Then she rinses your hair.

She takes a washcloth, and puts some soap on it, and gently cleans your face.

"There. We don't want those tears messing up your pretty face, do we?"

As she is washing you, you notice that her robe has fallen open a little
bit. Her breasts are rocking back and forth gently as she scrubs you, and her
brown nipple are hard and brushing against the robe. As she washes your
breasts, yours become hard too.

"The men are so rough, and so big. We girls have to stick together. Nobody
knows what we put up with."

She washes your arms and your legs. Now her hands go to your pussy.

"Girls know how to be gentle. And we all need friends."

You feel the washcloth rubbing up and down on your pussy. And then the
washcloth is gone. You fell Miri's hand rubbing the same way. It feels
good. It isn't nasty, like when I did it. You are still a little sore from the
raping I gave you.

You shut your eyes and just concentrate on the feelings. Now Miri's delicate
fingers are circling around your pussy lips. She spreads them apart, and runs
a finger up through your slit. Then she sticks a finger in. It is much smaller
than my penis, and doesn't hurt. When her finger comes out again, she touches
a spot that makes you shiver. Sometimes she rubs it, and sometimes she taps
it. Sometimes she brushes so you can barely feel it.

She seems to know exactly what makes you feel good, and you are starting to
move without thinking about it. Your hips push up towards her hand. Soon, you
start shaking uncontrollably, and let a moan out, the first sound you have
made in this house. An unbelievable pleasure washes over you, and you forget
where you are and what has happened. For a few minutes, you just lie and try
to keep the pleasure, but it fades away.

"Doesn't that feel better? Now you help me."

You open your eyes.

Miri has taken her robe off. Her breasts are larger than yours, and her
nipples are dark and erect. You see that she has more hair than you do on her
pussy. She puts one foot across the tub and sits without touching the
water. Now her legs are on either side of the tub, and she is facing you.

Spreading her legs has opened her sex, and you can see a small pink spot
against the dark skin.

"Kiss me. Go ahead."

You move your head forward, and give her a kiss on the little nub just over
her pussy. She shivers. You smell her. It isn't sweaty and nasty like the
men. It is exotic and warm. You keep kissing. You kiss the nub again, and you
kiss around the thighs, and on her lips. You can tell she likes it. You are
glad that she likes you. She is nice.

"Please lick me."

Your tongue comes out. You lick the outsides first, but you wonder what the
pink part tastes like. You put your tongue at the bottom and lick all the way
to the top. She likes that. And you like the way she tastes. It is a little
tangy. You lick a few more times, getting longer and longer licks, until you
reach her little nub. She really likes that, so you keep doing it. One time
you keep your tongue on the little nub and flick it back and forth.

Then Miri grabs your head and pushes it into her sex, and starts
shuddering. Now you hear her moans, but they sound more like whimpers than
yours. She holds you in place for just a little bit, then lets go, and stands
up.

"Thanks. That was good. Now we should get dressed. Put on the good robes. It
is almost nighttime."
