Section 7 - The Chinese Connection
Chapter 1 - Opening The Pink Blossom
Ai-Ling almost made it.
The communist authorities captured her just as she was about to board a
plane for Bangkok from Hong Kong. She was promptly shipped to the Tender Willow
Clinic for the hardest grinding possible. The Chinese government had already
billed the station manager's family for the bullet that had blown his brains
out. As the organiser behind the hard-hitting (and totally unauthorized)
television documentaries detailing government corruption, Ai-ling's fate was
different and much more elaborate. Ai-Ling was to linger.
Ai-Ling had been travelling on a legitimate American passport that she
had purchased from one of the 'snakeheads' who specialized in smuggling humans
out of China. No one knew at the time what had happened to the legitimate
American who owned the passport, but a quick-thinking official made sure that
Pamela Pureheart was registered on the computer as having boarded the flight so
that any investigation into the missing American beauty would focus on sleazy
Bangkok. Lots of dubious characters to investigate there. The Chinese Communists
didn't want to offend their profitable American friends.
The real Pamela Pureheart was discovered two weeks later, putting in an
eighteen hour shift in the Pink Blossom whore house. The Secret Policemen
watched through the hidden cameras as the lovely American opened her pink
blossom for a patron. The whoremaster had trained her well. Pretty Pammie shook
her shimmering golden blond hair, pointed her lovely little toes beautifuly,
smiled in total enchantment at her customer, shook her tits playfully and licked
her lips coyly, the perfect hedonistic harlot. She lay back on the bed in her
narrow cubicle, spread her shapely legs invitingly and pumped her hips lewdly.
The customer, a slobbering fatboy with a warty, pockmarked face that
only a fear-trained whore could love, rammed his thick, drooling pile-driver
home. The American beauty locked her dainty ankles behind his back and began
pumping hard, trying to get it over with as quickly as possible.
The whoremaster had kidnapped Pam and sold her passport to the snakehead
who, in turn, had sold it, at a handsome profit, to Ai-Ling. He was
understandably nervous. The mainland Chinese didn't have a Hong Kong
appreciation for free enterprise. He spun his tale for the two skeptical Secret
Policemen.
"See? The American is perfectly happy. She is a rich girl, never worked
a day in her life! Now she is discovering the dignity of labour!"
Although this appealed to their socialist instincts, the Secret
Policemen had very grave doubts as they watched her swap spit and work the hairy
oracle with fatboy. On the other hand, neither of them spoke enough English to
check it out. In any event, an official interview with the American beauty would
be a serious problem. The American was a huge political embarassment if she
surfaced. If they didn't talk to her officially, they allowed the government
plausible deniability. At least this way, she was contributing to the Chinese
economy. Since the building of The Great Wall at the command of Emperor Chin,
the Chinese have been great believers in the cost effectiveness of slave labour.
They inquired tactfully if she had played 'wet the wild weasel' with any
Americans. As they suspected, this was the very last thing the whoremaster
wanted. She was prime pussy, too good for foreigners, he explained glibly.
Although she spoke no Chinese, sucky-fuck was a universal language. She greatly
preferred playing 'rat up the drainpipe' with a Chinese rat. They had bigger
rats and serious stamina. The Secret Policemen nodded solemnly. Like many
Chinese, they believed in their race's innate superiority in all things.
The whoremaster talked quietly to the Secret Policeman with the more
obvious boner. The following night, he was going to hang the delicate American
beauty by her wrists, stark naked, and have her strapped hard for the
delectation of a paying crowd of visiting Japanese businessmen. It was what the
Japanese called a 'gattsu drill', a guts test. The naked American beauty would
get extra strokes if she screamed. There was serious gambling on whether she was
going to scream and, if so, on what stroke. Would the esteemed Secret Police
like a free ride to help them decide on her sensitivity and stamina?
The Secret Policeman grinned and beckoned his buddy over. The Chinese
love a good wager. After pretty Pammie put in two more sperm-winning
performances to what were, to her, simply two more in a very long string of
hard, horny customers, they placed their bets. To Pam, they were just two more
Chinese dicks emptying themselves into her spermhole. They all looked alike to
the lovely American rich girl turned goat milker.
After zipping up, the Secret Policemen got serious.
"After tomorrow's entertainment, she must disappear - permanently!
Understand?"
The whoremaster nodded solemnly.
"I will perform this patriotic duty!"
The Secret Policemen were not satisfied with his patently non-existent
sincerity. The whoremaster could look earnest, in a self-interested sort of way,
but sincerity was too great a stretch.
"If you do not, your family will be billed for a bullet!"
The Secret Policemen stared at him with cruel, slitted eyes.
"If she surfaces anywhere and causes any embarassment to us, you will
find out there are worse things than a bullet. In comparison to what will happen
to you, a bullet would be merciful!"
The whoremaster swallowed hard.
"I understand completely. The body will never be found!"
The Secret Policemen looked at him hard and then nodded, satisfied with
the seamy brutality and self-interest the sweating whoremaster radiated. They
slapped him on the back.
"OK! Tomorrow night, she screams and perhaps makes us some money. After
that, she vanishes like smoke!"
"Absolutely!"
The policemen left.
The whoremaster made a few phone calls. There was no reason he couldn't
make a nice sleazy deal and build some goodwill while arranging for pretty Pam's
disposal. The people in Hamburg paid well for disposable meat and he thought he
knew how to get her there.
He phoned his yakuza buddies. The rumour was true. It just so happened
that they were making a shipment. The container ship Pussy Maru was pulling into
Hong Kong and, provided the American was as prime as he said she was, she could
join the latest shipment of unwilling beauties on their final voyage to one of
the most celebrated pervert capitals of the world - Hamburg, Germany. Not as
good as Bangkok, in the whoremaster's opinion, but a lot farther away.
Chapter 2 - Tiger Team
Deep in the bowels of the Wonderful Way Learning Centre, Lily Leung
looked down the row of Tiger Beds that the male members of the news team were
spread-eagled on.
A country that has hushed up technological disasters greater than
Chernobyl prides itself on it's tight control of the media. The story of the
Hunan Dam disaster, with far greater loss of life and destruction of property
than Chernobyl, only emerged slowly many years later when it had no news value
to the west. Ai-Ling's efforts to supply western style news stories was a severe
embarassment indeed, to be dealt with as harshly and brutally as possible.
A Tiger Bed is basically a wooden door laid flat, held off the floor by
short wooden legs. A handcuff attached to each corner secures the wrists and
ankles of it's naked occupant. A hole is cut in the middle of each door for the
victim to piss and shit through, so they can be kept in misery on the Tiger Bed
for a long, long time, totally dependent on their keeper for food, water,
everything.
The overheated, windowless cell stank of sweat, piss, shit and vomit,
but Lily didn't mind at all. It told her that the tenants were working hard on
their 're-education'. 'Tiger' Lily smiled sweetly at the chief cameraman and
squatted down next to him. She was warmly sympathetic.
"The first time was the easiest, eh? After that, it's much more
difficult since everything's sensitive, bruised and swollen."
Lily was reassuring.
"I'm sure that you're man enough to handle it!"
She gripped his scrotum and gave his grotesquely swollen testicles a
good, hard squeeze, crushing them together, rolling them agonizingly against
each other with a vice-like grip. She had spent her peasant youth milking cows
the old-fashioned way, by hand. The cameraman's eyes bulged and his face
contorted as her strong fingers worked his bruised ball bag agonizingly, but no
sound escaped him. At last, she relented and patted his sweating face
affectionately.
"Very good! I knew you could do it! You get some water."
She poured a few thimblefuls between his parched lips. The cells were
roasting hot during the day, but only abominably hot at night. The cameraman
sucked up every drop thirstily. He stuck his tongue into the thimble to try and
lick out every last molecule of moisture.
Lily spent a few minutes chatting amiably with the cameraman about when
she could schedule a surgeon to have his eyeballs removed.
Once she had the cameraman quaking nicely, she moved to the next bed.
The sound man eyed her with bone deep dread. She smiled sweetly and reached
between his legs with her strong, knowing milkmaid fingers. She gave him a long,
brutally vicious squeeze. He was panting hard by the time she released him, but
he won his few thimblefuls of water. The sound man, a part-time musician, had a
complete mental meltdown during the chat about having his eardrums burst with a
long needle. His urine spurted in a pretty yellow arc and his bowels emptied
messily into the overflowing bowl through the hole in his Tiger Bed. Lily made
absolutely no effort to empty the shitpots. Why bother? It just added to the
delicate ambience in the hot cell.
Next to the gibbering sound man, the anchorman, 'Pretty Boy' Choi, was
sobbing and whimpering pitifully. Lily looked at him sympathetically.
"Worried about losing your tongue? Don't! The surgeon can't come around
until the end of next week at the earliest!"
She cupped his scrotum lightly in the palm of her hand, bouncing his
swollen nuts gently. She coaxed him softly, urging him to manliness.
"Losing your tongue is in the future! What you should worry about now is
the testicle squeeze! You must concentrate on being absolutely quiet during it,
so that your precious vocal cords can receive some much needed water. Crying
just makes it worse, you know!"
He stopped sobbing and, pasty faced and sweating, went silent,
struggling hard to be a man and not a pretty-boy TV wimp. Handsome face. Lovely
voice. Nothing upstairs. Lily milked him long and hard. Sweat glistened on his
anguished, contorted features. He was red-faced and hyperventilating by the time
Lily's strong, experienced fingers were finished crushing his twin sperm
spawners. She gave him his thimblefuls of water and smiled seraphically at him.
"Very good, Pretty Boy! I knew you could do it! The Chinese government
dislikes nosy reporters talking to everyone about government corruption. Just
because you are far from Beijing doesn't mean you can say and do anything! It is
important for you to learn respect for the Glorious People's Government! You
don't represent the People! The Government does. Do what the Glorious People's
Government says, show respect and there will be no problem!"
Pretty Boy gave up on the impossibilty of 'being a man' and blubbered
hysterically, his normally low resonant voice high, tight and hoarse with tears.
"It wasn't my idea! It was that bitch Ai-Ling! She thought of it! She
pushed for it! She went to America and was corrupted by capitalist ideas! She
made everyone else do it!"
Lily gave his limp penis a vicious pinch with her long scarlet
fingernails. Pretty Boy gasped. She spoke to him reproachfully, impatient with
men trying to blame everything on women.
"You didn't say no, did you? A real man is responsible for his own
actions! You were silent during the testicle squeeze and yet you lacked the
willpower to simply say no to this woman?"
She delicately spread the end of his penis and thoughtfully scraped the
inside of his piss-tube with her long, sharp pinky nail. Pretty Boy screamed
like a woman.
"Now, whenever you pee, you will think of the error of your ways and
your weakness in not resisting Ai-Ling's foolish suggestions!"
She cocked her head coquettishly.
"Or perhaps you'll be thinking of me!"
Lily laughed merrily and then got back to business. It was important to
give her victims something to look forward to, a future. She spoke warmly to her
three spread-eagled, quaking victims.
"Next time, gentlemen, I will bring a hatpin and I will discuss with
each of you how many times I will stab and scrape your rectum with it. You all
deserve it in varying degrees, so it's just a question of how much is
appropriate! Zero is not a number to even think about! If you guess wrong, you
earn some extra stabs depending on how far off you are! Remember, it's almost
impossible to keep an asshole clean, so the danger of infection is severe! I use
the same needle on everyone, so there is also the danger of getting AIDS."
She smiled sweetly as she pulled the door shut behind her.
"Sleep well, gentlemen!"
Chapter 3 - Tiger Tails
Ear-splittingly amplified, the sayings of Chairman Mao, chanted to the
disco beat, reverbrated through the cell. This had been a big hit back in the
seventies. Lily entered the cell and, to everyone's relief, turned it off.
Lily smiled at the three naked women spread-eagled on their tiger beds.
She held up the sawed-off broomstick handle, slick with blood. Her captives
looked at it fearfully.
"Time for your pussy pump, ladies. You must atone for your misdeeds!"
The Scriptwriter was anxious. A sturdy, big breasted peasant type, her
broad face twitched nervously.
"When will our atonement be over? Ai-Ling lied to us! She said it was
The New Way!"
Lily was politely sceptical.
"Since when is dumping on The Party and denigrating it's officials ever
going to be The New Way?"
The Scriptwriter, to whom unquestioning obedience to authority was a way
of life, was clearly unused to thinking for herself. Sucking up to The Party was
all she knew.
"But Ai-Ling said it was The New Way! She was in charge! She was
appointed by The Party!"
Lily snorted derisively.
"An obvious mistake! It was your clear duty to report her!"
The Scriptwriter was earnest.
"I will never make such a mistake again!"
Lily believed her. This, of course, made absolutely no difference. She
held up the bloody broomstick handle and asked the Scriptwriter a skill-testing
question.
"What is the purpose of the twenty pussy pumps you are about to
experience?"
To the Scriptwriter, the pussy pump was a brutally invasive, agonizing,
filthy, disgusting, totally traumatic experience. She couldn't imagine an up
side to it. Lily encouraged her to thought, in her own charming way.
"You get five extra for being wilfully stupid and unco-operative! Think!
Do you want five more?"
"NO!"
Lily arched an eyebrow.
"Well?"
The scriptwriter, totally panic-stricken, could think of nothing. Her
mouth gaped open, but nothing coherent emerged.
"Uh, um, er..."
The young Researcher spread-eagled next to her piped up helpfully.
"Being pussy pumped while keeping our stupid mouths shut and not making
a sound teaches us will-power!"
Lily turned on her fiercely.
"Was I talking to you?"
The Researcher's pretty eyes were huge as she gibbered her
panic-stricken response.
"No!"
"You should get ten extra for NOT keeping your stupid mouth shut! How
can she learn if you feed her answers?"
She smiled sweetly at the Scriptwriter.
"Are you ready for your thirty pumps?"
The Scriptwriter's broad peasant face crumpled. Tears trickling down her
apple cheeks, she nodded and whimpered pathetically. Lily held a finger to the
poor woman's trembling lips.
"Shhhh!"
She rammed the bloody broomstick handle up the Scriptwriter's cunt and
twisted hard. The Scriptwriter shreiked and blubbered hoarsely. Lily was firm.
"Too much noise! No water for you!"
In and out, Lily powered through the other 29 pumps until the broomstick
was slick with the Scriptwriter's blood and the woman was babbling and bawling
hysterically. She turned to the trembling Researcher, a nubile young beauty
fresh from University. She ran a finger lightly over the Researcher's tight
slit. The young beauty stared up in total terror, her eyes huge. 'Tiger' Lily
was the most powerful woman she had ever met. Lily leant over and licked her
ear.
"I'm saving you until last! Do you mind?"
The young beauty swallowed hard.
"Uh, no. Take as long as you want!"
Lily snorted and moved to the next sweating woman, a pudgy accountant.
She wrapped her fingers in the woman's thick, black pubic hair and looked at her
coyly.
"Do you want to go to bed with me in return for no pussy pumps?"
Hope sprang up in the desperate woman's eyes.
"Yes! Yes! I'll do anything you want!"
The woman squealed as Lily cruelly ripped out a swatch of her pubic
hair.
"Attempted bribery of a Party Official! That'll be 50 pussy pumps! Feel
free to scream all you want. There's no water for spineless traitors like you!"
Lily rammed in the broomstick handle as deeply as possible and stirred
vigorously. The pudgy accountant quivered like jello and shreiked like a
banshee. Lily pulled it out.
"That's one!"
The pretty Researcher peed herself, her pisswater spattering noisily
into the bucket underneath her tiger bed, as she listened to the pudgy
accountant scream and shreik until her vocal cords tore and the snot was running
from her nose. The air became thick with the coppery smell of comingled blood
and fear-sweat as Lily reamed the gibbering accountant out, slowly, savagely,
with brutal thoroughness.
Shortly afterward, the Researcher had her pretty face gratefully buried
in Lily's wet, dripping cunt. Her fingers gently peeled back the hood from
Lily's tumescent love nubbin as she ran her tongue over Lily's engorged, fully
distended labia. Her wet pink tongue flickered out and licked the red nub shyly.
Sex and violence! The perfect combination. Lily grinned and stroked her
new pet's hair. She loved exercises of raw power. She decided to exercise some
now. She lifted the Researcher's pretty face.
"From now on your name is Chu Yu! Understand?"
Chu Yu nodded.
"My new name is Chu Yu to go with my new life as your body slave."
Lily sighed ecstatically as she allowed the newly christened Chu Yu to
resume her dainty, delectable carpet munching.
Chapter 4 - Fresh Meat
Lily went to assist in processing the Falun Gong student protesters at
the loading dock. Chu Yu followed behind at a respectful two paces.
The Chinese socialist medical system had failed and they now charged
user fees that few poor people could afford. Communist China is filled with poor
people courtesy of the massively corrupt, intensely cynical, monumentally
inefficient government bureaucracy that runs everything. Falun Gong sprang up to
fill the gap left by the failed socialist health care system. It offered simple
exercises both mental and physical, promising thereby to promote good health.
Even if the gentle mental and physical exercises did no good, they did no harm.
The placebo effect is well known. Merely believing that something works
apparently cures some people, so Falun Gong enjoyed some success. This curious
effect is completely ignored and denigrated by the capitalist system, since
there is no way to profit from people simply healing themselves by an effort of
will. Because the mere existence of Falun Gong was a reproach to the Communist
system, highlighting a spectacular failure in the 'worker's paradise', it had to
be suppressed as quickly and brutally as possible. Foreign protesters were
politely arrested and deported. The locals received a much more thorough,
painstaking 're-education' at places like the Wonderful Way Learning Centre.
The back doors of the truck opened. Ping Li and the other young female
protesters were lying on their backs, lined up neatly in a row, having felt
every bone-jarring bounce of the rough, poorly maintained roads through the
galvanized steel truck bed. When the soldiers had come, Ping Li had insisted
that the Falun Gong literature was hers. It was actually her poor arthritic
grandmother's. Since she had the same name as her grandmother, this helped
further the confusion. Ping Li loved her grandmother and didn't think the sweet,
pain-ridden old woman would survive the 're-education' process. She was a
strong-willed girl and prepared to tough it out. She didn't mind doing what she
had to do. What Ping Li found she really hated was the dogs.
In the truck, a drooling attack dog stood over each protester, staring
intently into her fearful face, getting excited each time she twitched or even
blinked her eyes. The fierce dogs had no problem with their unblinking victims
peeing in their pants or unloading in their panties. Ping Li and the others
didn't discover this on the long hard ride until the unhappy end of a desperate
struggle with bladder and bowel control. Nobody had bothered to tell them that
they were expected to soil themselves. There was a good, logical, typically
Chinese reason for this. It would be waste effort to do so. The bitches would
find out anyway.
After a silent, desperate, bladder-bursting struggle, Ping Li had peed
her panties. It was the high point of the ride. The fact that the dog did
nothing was a huge relief, the release of the straining agony on her exploding
bladder was stupendous and the sudden warmth at her crotch was faintly
comforting. She would have sobbed with relief, but the dog wouldn't allow it.
The battle with her bowels had quite a different smell to it. Ping Li
bitterly regretted having eaten so much roughage in her last meal and clenched
her buttocks tightly. It was hot and sweaty in the truck which made the
dehydrated victims squeeze out a painfully dry turd. After a humiliating
struggle to contain herself, Ping Lee felt the snake whose skin is all teeth
slither out her aching anus and curl up inside her soggy panties. Her guard dog
sniffed and growled in satisfaction.
The guard dogs had been changed half-way through the long trip so, for a
few heart-stopping moments each protester was staring at two tense, drooling
devil dogs. The dogs were valuable, so they were watered and fed, allowed to
lift a leg when necessary. The protesters were afforded no such consideration,
so they travelled ravenous and parched, reeking of urine and feces. When the
guard dogs changed shift, the departing dogs had to be rewarded for their
labours.
The handlers had ordered the guard dog to sit. It sat, knowing the
drill, wagging it's tail expectantly. Ping Li's blouse was ripped open and her
bra was cut off. Her bare, apple-sized breasts were smeared with meat paste.
Ping Li whimpered as the brutal guard dog growled, slobbered and nipped as it
licked up it's reward, snarling fiercely in warning if she made the smallest
move to protect herself from the vicious, slavering beast.
The handlers moved down the line doing each protester one at a time,
ripping open her blouse, cutting off her bra exposing a quivering pair of
breasts and nipples, smearing the trembling tits with meat paste and then giving
the sharp toothed dogs a good slurp at a pair of meat covered mammaries. The
last protester was panting hard and shivering uncontrollably in fear by the time
it was her turn.
The departing dogs were all encouraged to lift a leg and pee on the
protester they had been guarding for hours. The new dogs, of course, had to pee
to mark their new territory, so the protesters got to enjoy two face-fulls of
dog piss before they resumed their journey. Ping Li kept her lips shut tight.
Her pretty face flinched as the she received the strong-smelling dog piss full
in the face. The powerful yellow stream flooded over her fully exposed tits. The
new guard dog bared it's long sharp teeth and growled down at her viciously.
Ping Li began her long unblinking stare upwards at the glaring beast as the trip
resumed.
On arrival at the Wonderful Way Learning Centre, the truck doors were
opened and the Ping Li's dog was relieved of duty. Ping Li was hustled out of
the truck and her elbows tied behind her back to either end of a bamboo pole,
forcing her to arch her exposed breasts up and out. She was knocked roughly to
her knees, her pretty, pissed on face pushed to the ground, rump in the air. Her
pee stained pants and shit laden panties were pulled down. The beautiful, eager
to please Chu Yu, having been promoted to Trusty, wiped the proferred bum and
cuntlips with a wet wipe, more out of consideration for the dog than the
protester. Ping Li's guard dog was then given it's reward for a job well done.
As the eager beast's glistening pink penis unsheathed, Ping Li lost it
completely, whimpering in fear, trying vainly to crawl away, pinned in place by
the handlers. She froze at a heart-stopping warning growl from the fierce beast.
Like all dogs, it liked it's bitches absolutely motionless, providing a stable
platform for it's reproductive efforts.
Pretty Ping cried out as the beast mounted her and, with the skill of
long practice, rammed it's doggie gristle home. The knot at the base of the big
dog's dick swelled inside her cunt, locking the happy humper in place.
The massive, drooling beast pumped long and hard, dribbling slobber down
the back of her neck. Ping Li, impaled on the dog's dick, trapped by the thick
swollen knot at the base of the dog's penis, incapable of doing anything else,
humped helplessly right along. Joined at the crotch, rocking rhythmically with
the rutting beast's fierce thrusts, eyes shut tight, she moaned and sobbed
desolately in utter rapebitch misery.
The staff gathered to watch the new bitches get raped over by the fierce
dogs, a popular entertainment. The other protesters lay on the metal floor of
the van, bone dry eyeballs locked in an aching, unblinking stare with their
slavering future rapists, grimly awaiting their turn to be fucked over.
With a deafening series of happy barks two inches from it's fucktoy's
ear, the big dog unloaded. Everyone waited a few moments while the knot locking
it's dick inside Ping Li's raw throbbing cunt deflated. That done, the massive
dog pulled free. An hysterical Ping Li was kept pinned in place as a yummy
cheese reward was rammed into her cunt. The dog nosed in with it's snout and dug
deep with it's long tongue to retrieve the tasty treat.
That done, the happy beast was led off and it's sobbing, deeply
traumatized victim jerked to her feet. With her soggy pants and soiled panties
down around her ankles, doggy cum dribbling down her inner thighs, Ping Li
shuffled into the centre. As the next nubile victim was unloaded from the truck,
frozen with fear, stiff from the bone jarring ride, blinking hard, moving like
an arthritic old woman, the staff mocked her.
"Falun gong! It's good for your health! It can even get you laid!"
Chapter 5 - Welcome To The Fun House
On her knees, her pretty face buried in Lily's muff, Chu Yu beavered
away. Her lubricated fingers dipped into Lily's cunt, palm up. She hooked her
fingers and gently massaged Lily's G-spot, inside, as she daintily flicked her
tongue over Lily's engorged clit, outside. Lily loved Chu Yu's soft velvety
tongue. The simultaneous G-spot massage didn't go amiss either. She closed her
eyes and groaned, floating ecstatically on waves of multi-orgasmic bliss.
After an indecently long interval, Lily was done and they showered
together. They went to visit the Scriptwriter on their way to assist in
processing the cream of the Falun Gong protesters.
The Scriptwriter, spread-eagled on her Tiger Bed, sobbed in relief when
Lily told her that she was to be released from the bed. The Scriptwriter babbled
foolish gratitude as Chu Yu used wet wipes between the Scriptwriter's legs,
carefully cleaning the folds of the labia, removing encrusted feculence from her
rectum. The Scriptwriter bawled like a baby as the four cuffs were undone that
held her on the Tiger Bed and she was, at last, free to move her swollen, aching
joints. The relief was psychologically stupendous, physically agonizing.
She stood dizzily and uncomplainingly as her wrists were bound behind
her back. She stared uncomprehendingly as a slim noose was looped around the
base of each of her heavy breasts. She shreiked harsh and high like a Chinese
Opera Singer as the nooses were brutally tightened and she was hoisted up onto
the tips of her toes. Her strangled breasts felt like they were being ripped
from her chest as they congested and turned purple.
After listening to her bellow hoarsely for a while, enjoying the scream
music, Lily lowered her victim until her heels just barely touched the ground.
"What valuable lesson does this teach you?"
The Scritpwriter's broad peasant face was, once more, a study in
confusion and desperation.
"I don't know! I'm just a stupid peasant woman who knows nothing!"
Lily was encouraging.
"You were sent here to learn! To be re-educated! If you can tell me what
this teaches, I won't have to hoist you up again! You'll have learned your
lesson!"
Totally exhausted, in extreme pain, deep in shock, her small mind frozen
completely, the Scriptwriter's face crumpled pathetically as she wailed in
misery.
"I don't know!"
Lily turned to her velvet tongued lap licker.
"What lesson does this teach, Chu Yu?"
Chu Yu looked at the Scriptwriter disdainfully.
"It's obvious! It teaches how painful exaggeration and distortion can
be!"
"Exactly!"
Lily nodded approvingly as she hoisted the screaming Scriptwriter back
up so that her desperately scrabbling toes completely left the floor. Lily spun
the dangling woman round and round, twisting the two noose ropes together. After
winding her up nice and tight, she released her. The spinning, dangling
Scriptwriter screamed higher than ever before as she unwound with
ever-increasing speed. Momentum carried her onwards and the two noose ropes
wound up again. She twisted around and around, shreiking maniacally, bare legs
kicking wildly, her intertwined breast nooses winding up and then unwinding.
Hand in hand, fingers linked romantically, Chu Yu's head rested lovingly
on Lily's shoulder. Lily and Chu Yu listened to the scream music a bit longer.
After the screams had died down to a series of hoarse, raw croaks, they moved on
to help process the cream of the protesters, leaving the Scriptwriter dangling
by her tits, blubbering like a colicky baby.
Ping Li was the last of the specially chosen Falun Gong student
protesters to be hustled onto her gynecology table. Stark naked, her long lovely
legs were spread wide and her pretty feet were taped to the stirrups, exposing
her lewdly. Her slim wrists were tied to the head of the table over her head. A
waist strap snugged her slim hips down.
Lily looked over the row of lewdly exposed slits with satisfaction. Each
of these protesters had been chosen for her looks. She held up the straight
razor and shaving brush.
"First, you must to be shaved to prep you."
The dog-raped protesters were wide-eyed. Ping Li licked her lips
nervously and, despite the ever-present fear hammering like a berserk gong in
her chest, spoke out.
"Prep us for what?"
Lily gave her a sly grin.
"You'll soon find out!"
"We don't like not knowing! Please tell us! Is it worse than being
terrorized and then raped by vicious dogs? Is it worse than pissing and shitting
ourselves and being forced to lie in the mess?"
Lily was practical.
"That's a matter of taste, isn't it? I'll tell you what! Why don't each
of you let me know afterwards?"
Chu Yu giggled as she was handed a straight razor to help in the
shaving. Lily instructed her.
"First, you wet the brush and dip it in the shaving mug. Swirl it around
to get a good lather!"
She suited the action to the word and then brushed the lather onto Ping
Li's involuntarily proffered pussy. Next to her, Chu Yu began lathering the
adjacent pubic triangle. They were watched intently by the obscenely displayed,
palpitating protesters. Those who weren't being lathered knew that their turn
was coming soon. Ping Li's curly black pubic hairs accepted the rich lather
easily.
Opening their gleaming straight razors, Lily and Chu Yu had the complete
attention of all the strapped down, naked lovelies.
"While the lathered up pubic hair is absorbing the lather to make your
job easier, you strop the razor to keep the blade excruciatingly sharp! First
one way and then the other, holding the blade at a 45 degree angle."
The row of naked quims quivered sympathetically with each stroke as Lily
whetted the gleaming blade back and forth against the long razor strop.
"This takes the burr off the edge of the blade so that you get a nice
clean cut. It's good to do this just before starting."
Watching wide-eyed, Lily's first customer was particularly anxious. Ping
Li's delectable bare bod glistened with sweat.
"Is this going to hurt?"
"That depends."
"Depends on what?"
"It depends on your tolerance for pain and how much you squirm!"
Pretty Ping froze as Lily began to scrape delicately between her legs.
"You must use two basic types of stroke, Chu Yu. The first set of
strokes are done with the grain of the hair. This removes the bulk of the hair.
Study the pubic hair closely and see which way it is growing and cut with the
direction of growth, the grain. Take your time and rinse the blade regularly.
Get the angle of the blade right and be very careful! These straight razors are
incredibly sharp! You don't want to slice off any clits by mistake!"
A frisson of fear flashed through the group as Lily continued her pussy
shaving lesson. Each wondered if she was going to get the rookie and how often
Lily's hand slipped.
"When you have removed a section of hair, it's time for the second type
of stroke. This is done against the grain to make your patient perfectly smooth.
Each stroke removes a small layer of skin as well, so it's all right to see a
bit of redness and even, on occasion, a few small drops of blood afterwards!"
Chu Yu's customer began to sweat rivers as Chu Yu ran her fingers
through her richly curled pubic thatch to determine the direction of growth and,
as instructed, began to scrape with the grain.
"Between the asshole and the fuckhole is a strip of very delicate flesh
called the perineum. Be very careful when you're working there!"
The two pretty protesters were gritting their teeth, clenching their
small fists tightly and curling their pretty little toes as the painfully close
shave continued. Their pubes burned a dark red as they were scraped clean of
hair and a few layers of skin as well. Chu Yu's customer squealed as she was
nicked by the rookie nookie barber. Lily was warmly supportive, giving her
customer a playful nick too. Ping Li squealed shrilly as Lily encouraged Chu Yu.
"Don't worry about a few nicks. They'll heal! You'll be an old pro by
the time you do the last one. It's not like their precious little feelings
really matter, anyway! They're here to learn and to atone, not to have a good
time!"
The two nude, helpless protesters held their breath, emitting occasional
small whimpers, as their sensitive pereneums were scraped raw.
Lily and Chu Yu moved steadily down the line of fearful, sweating young
beauties, scraping each one smooth.
When they were done, Lily held up a narrow tube and a bottle.
"Time to drain the swamp, Falun Gongers!"
Ping Li grunted as the catheter was shoved up her piss hole and her
bladder was emptied into the bottle. Lily moved down the line ramming the
catheter into each groaning protester, forcing each to donate a quick spurt of
urine to the bottle. When she was done, Lily pressed the button to summon the
Doctor. Dr. Hoiwah Woo, a short, dapper gentleman, grinned at the naked nookies
and bowed.
"This is Dr. Woo, ladies. He will be performing your abortions!"
The protesters were aghast.
"WHAT!! You can't get pregnant from fucking dogs!"
Lily was brisk.
"I'm sure that you Falun Gong fools don't just fuck dogs! If you did,
the sect would be self-eliminating and no one would have to bother about you!
This is purely a precautionary abortion. Your families will be billed for it."
The naked beauties were horrified.
"They'll think that we were pregnant!"
Lily smiled sweetly.
"If you ever see your families again, you can explain it to them! I'm
sure that they'll understand about you joining a forbidden cult, stupidly
defying everyone and then not getting pregnant as a result of your foolishness!
Dr. Woo will be using a very wide curette to vacuum you out. It's more painful
than the narrow diameter ones, but does a much more thorough job! This procedure
is also known as the 'instant period' due to the heavy bleeding afterwards."
Dr. Woo was not famed for his gentle, healing hands. Ping Li's eyes
bulged and she squealed like a stuck pig as he rammed the curette in and turned
on the suction. He took his time, scraping the curette carefully over the inside
of the squealing protester's puppy farm. As Ping Li shreiked and babbled
hysterically under Dr. Woo none-too-gentle ministrations, Lily addressed the
rest.
"The government's population control program necessitates the
sterilization of all dissidents. We can't have undesirable elements reproducing
and creating more undesirables! Your families will be billed for this procedure
too!"
The protesters wailed in misery.
"They will think that we are Breeders: shameless, irresponsible women
who try to have more than the one baby the government allows!"
Lily was concerned.
"Gosh! Maybe your families won't want to see you ever again! The shame
would be incredible! They would lose a lot of face if word got out that their
daughter was a selfish little Breeder! Everyone knows how important population
control is! The future of China depends on it!"
Dr. Woo happily worked the brutally invasive curette, intent on doing a
thorough job. When he had kept Ping LI gibbering and shreiking for a satisfying
length of time, when she was raw inside and bleeding nicely, he removed the
curette, opened her cunt wide with a speculum and, with a long needle on a
syringe, sealed her fallopian tubes with an industrial glue that bonded the
sides of the tubes together instantly when he gave them a quick, brutal squeeze
with long-nosed forceps. That done, he stuffed a tampon up her cunt to staunch
the flow of blood. Dr. Woo grinned at his hapless victim.
"Look at the bright side, honey! After the breast enhancement, this time
done at government expense, you'll be the perfect fucktoy!"
Pretty Ping stared back in pure horror. In Chinese society, a woman with
big tits was a cow. Her small, perfect breasts had been a source of pride. She
spoke in an unbelieving whisper.
"Breast enhancement?"
"Westerners prefer large beasted women."
The pretty young bimbette was confused.
"Why does that matter?"
"You're part of a cultural exchange! Exotic western beauties, redheads
and blonds, bodacious black bimbos, are being shipped here to entertain the
party faithful. In exchange, you are being shipped to the West, to Hamburg,
Germany. We're calling this 'Operation Cowgirl'. Since you will be shipped from
Shanghai, you soon-to-be big-breasted babes will be called The Shanghai
Cowgirls!"
Chu Yu giggled.
"Mooooooooo!"
Chapter 6 - Snake Charmer
Lily loved snakeheads, as the enterprising villains who smuggled
desperate people out of Mainland China were known. They were a lot more
interesting than the Party Faithful. Not that sweating the Party Faithful wasn't
fun, but because they, by definition, caved in to authority at all
opportunities, it wasn't much of a trick to squeeze information out of them.
Snakeheads were a whole different breed.
Chun Fat Ho, the snakehead who had sold Pamela Pureheart's passport to
Ai-Ling, had been captured and inquiring minds wanted him drained of all
information. He was understandably reluctant to be drained and then flushed. He
wanted to deal instead.
Spread-eagled stark naked on the Tiger Bed, he was not in an ideal
position for this. It was hot in the cell and Chun Fat was thristy. He eyed the
cool, sweating bottles of beer that Lily brought in and licked his dry lips.
"I suppose that you'll give me one of those in return for information."
Lily smiled at him disarmingly.
"Not at all! We simply don't want you to die of thirst!"
As intended, Chun Fat thought that this was a patently obvious attempt
to get him drunk and loosen his tongue. Perfectly confident of his ability to
hold large quantities of alcohol, he jiggled his cuffs apologetically.
"I don't want to put you to too much trouble, but I'm afraid that you'll
have to pour."
"No trouble at all!"
Lily obligingly she cracked open a cool one and held it to his lips.
Chun Fat drank thirstily.
"Care for another?"
Chun Fat smiled inside while keeping a straight face. As he suspected, a
blatant attempt to get him drunk. They obviously hadn't heard of his large
capacity. He slurped it down greedily.
"Wow! You must be thirsty! One more?"
Chun Fat was soon gloriously drunk. He smiled happily at Lily who looked
like a bit of prime nooky to him. Maybe she was in love with him. He wiggled his
bonds playfully.
"I can do a lot for a beautiful babe like you if you free me!"
Lily grinned.
"I can do a lot for YOU with simply a length of stout twine!"
He looked in confusion as Lily looped the twine around his penis, crying
out as she tied it brutally tight, cinching off his piss tube.
"Aw!! Your poor pecker is turning blue!"
Lily sniggered and held up a cool one.
"Want more beer, loverboy?"
Sweat bedewed the snakehead's brow. Desperation consumed him as his
sealed-off bladder swelled under a rapidly-increasing load. Lily smiled brightly
at him.
"Perhaps you'd care to discuss your contacts and outline the scope of
your activities? After a quick confession, we can discuss untying your piss
tube."
His massive load made his straining bladder feel like it was on the very
verge of a fiery explosion. He licked his lips.
"AIIIEEE!! Release it first and I'll tell you all!"
Lily looked patiently at her watch.
"I've got lots of time! You must tell me all before you can be undone."
She gave him a smug little smirk.
"Of course, if you want to sit around chatting about the possibilities,
I have no problem with that! The bottom line is, and always will be, that there
is no release until after you have confessed."
He nodded resignedly as he spoke quickly.
"But you must untie me right after I have confessed!"
Lily nodded.
"Agreed! I'll untie you right after you confess."
Lily turned on a cassette recorder. He started naming names as rapidly
as possible and gave a quick outline of his operation. Lily had never heard
anyone speak so quickly.
As promised, she untied him. With a massive sigh of relief, he unloaded.
His urine arced high in the air. When he was done, she massaged his penis
knowingly. Chun Fat grinned.
"I get a reward, eh?"
Lily gave him a lewd grin right back as she stroked him achingly erect,
rock hard.
He screamed like a woman as she took his rigid penis between her two
hands and snapped it hard, like someone breaking a branch. As he screamed on and
on, staring incredulously at his ruined member, Lily squeezed his balls gently.
"Unfortunately for you, I prefer women!"
Chapter 7 - Voyage Of The Damned
Unlike a lot of inmates, Ai-Ling was extremely grateful to arrive at the
Tender Willow Centre. She had entered the prison van dressed in her American
Tourist disguise. She emerged at the end of the long, hard journey exhausted,
naked and sperm-soaked. Cum oozed in thick, snotty clots from her cunt and
rectum. Her tummy was filled to overflowing with wiggling spermatozoans. Her
hair, both head and pubic, was sodden with peckersnot. It was under her
fingernails and toenails, dribbling from her nipples, dripping from her lips.
Creamy, viscous oyster juice had been lovingly worked into every crevice and
orifice of her well-groped body. It was in her ears and up her nose. Her
eyelashes and eyebrows were encrusted with it. Her apple-sized breasts had been
bathed in it. Her entire skin surface, inside and out, was slick with semen.
After gratefully exiting the van, Ai-Ling staggered a few paces, sank to
her knees in the dirt and, not for the first time on her long trip, yorked up a
stomachful of semi-digested snake slime. She fell on her face and rolled onto
her back.
She had been deeply frustrated at Hong Kong airport. She had been about
to board the flight to Bangkok, on the very verge of escaping completely. She
could almost taste the heady air of freedom when, at the last possible instant,
she had been recognized and arrested.
Ai-Ling had resigned herself to receiving a bullet in the back of the
head like the middle-aged TV station manager she had been secretly fucking to
get ahead. She had never heard of the Tender Willow Clinic, but it was near the
Loving Lotus Prison, apparently, so she assumed it was a holding facility for
them. The large prison van would drop her off there and take the rest of the van
inmates to the Loving Lotus. China executes even petty criminals so the Loving
Lotus was doing boom business.
Ai-Ling's handcuffs were undone and she was shoved into the van. The van
load of convicted rapists welcomed her aboard eagerly.
Hard horny hands gripped her slender wrists and pulled her to the centre
of the thick crowd of rapists, each of whom knew that this was, very likely, the
last female flesh he would ever have access to.
Behind her, 'Hands' Kong clamped one of his massive mitts over her
mouth, sealing her lips. His other hand pinched her nostrils shut. As Ai-Ling
struggled to breath, she could feel his erection pressing firmly against her
buns. The front of her blouse was ripped open, sending the buttons flying.
Unable to suck in a single molecule of oxygen, Ai-ling's lungs were burning in
her chest. She felt like she was slowly, agonizingly exploding from inside, the
traumatic physical sensation of suffocation. This threw her into a violent,
hysterical seizure. She kicked and bucked, writhed and squirmed desperately.
Strong, rapist hands held her struggling body firmly. As eager, experienced
fingers unhooked her bra, 'Hands' stuck his tongue into her earhole and then
whispered his skill-testing questions.
"Do you want to breath ever again?"
Ai-Ling hummed frantic assent into his smothering palm as hands delved
eagerly inside her panties. Her apple-size tits were unveiled and given lots of
appreciative squeezes. Her nipples were pinched erect. All she could concentrate
on was her body's burning need for a quick gulp of cool, refreshing oxygen.
"Do you want to give us all blow jobs and hand jobs?"
Ai-Ling's agonized lungs were burning, shreiking for air. She hummed
assent desperately into the smothering palm as the foot fetishists removed her
shoes and fondled her small perfect feet.
Looking into her flushed face and bulging, bloodshot eyes, 'Hands', a
very experienced rapist, realized that his victim was fading. He unpinched her
nose and let her suck in a few quick, deep gulps of oxygen before sealing it off
again and resuming.
"Do you want to open your fuckhole and asshole to us?"
She hummed frantic assent as her panties were peeled off and her
cuntlips opened by obscenely exploring fingers.
In short order, she found herself, stark naked, sandwiched on her knees,
one up her cunt, one up her asshole. She was pumping a dick with either hand and
a fifth rapist was feeding her his pecker for a suck fuck.
As time wore on and the van slowly lurched over the countryside, dicks
were stuck under her armpits, rubbed against the backs of her knees, squeezed
between her breasts and between her buttcheeks. The foot fetishists wanted a
foot fuck, so she lay on her back, stroking a dick to orgasm with either foot
while a third rapist pumped between her legs and two more knelt on either side
getting hand jobs. Ramrods oozing peckersnot were wiped off in her hair.
Whenever her enthusiasm flagged, 'Hands' cut off her air to motivate her.
It was only a few hours into the journey that she vomitted up her first
tummyful of bull gravy. It was scooped up and rubbed over her, into her face and
into her hair, as were all subsequent efforts to void herself of thick viscous
man milk.
As she lay in the dirt, Ai-ling was a study in post-gangrape misery. Her
eyes were bloodshot. Her cunt and rectum burned. Her lips, both facial and
vaginal, were thick and swollen. Her bruised, brutally pinched, well-chewed
nipples ached and throbbed. Purple fingermark bruises covered her breasts and
buttocks. Mei smiled down at her happily.
"Welcome to the Tender Willow Centre! Nobody ever leaves here, not even
as a dead body. How can that be, you ask?"
She looked around at the staff, who chorused the answer.
"We have our own crematorium!"
She smiled down sweetly at Ai-Ling.
"Are you ready for your complimentary abortion?"
The cum-soaked spermbag opened her bloodshot eyes wearily.
"A complimentary abortion? I'll take two!"
Chapter 8 - Journey's End
Ai-Ling was resting in her 'air bed'. The 'air bed' was simply four
posts arranged in a square with the victim hanging in mid-air spread-eagled
between them. Stark naked, her wrists and ankles each attached by a length of
rope to a post, Ai-Ling was totally exhausted. The abortion, repeated enemas,
stomach pumpings and ice-cold water hosedowns that had welcomed her to the
Tender Willow Centre on top of the long grueling gang rape had drained her
completely.
The inefficient government had, once more, failed to supply the needed
drugs to the clinic, so Mei was using the time-tried, old-fashioned methods. Mei
shaved Ai-Ling's eyebrows and taped her eyelids open. Sleep deprivation is a
number one priority in any mind-melting exercise. Ai-Ling groaned and coughed as
vinegar was squirted up her nostrils, her sinuses exploding in a violent
fireworks display of pounding sinus head-ache.
Mei conducted a rigorous three-pronged program of mental, physical and
sexual abuse.
The nude, heavy breasted beauty hanging in the air bed next to Ai-Ling
had been seconded from the Loving Lotus Prison to assist in the mental abuse
process. Ai-Ling was to linger. The petty thief suspended next to her was
disposable garbage, scheduled for a bullet to the brain. Mainland China has few
repeat offenders because they execute them the first time around. Mei chatted
cheerfully to the thief.
"Ever been skinned alive before?"
The spread-eagled thief shifted uneasily.
"How would that be possible? Surely you can only be skinned alive once!"
Mei was happy to explain as she set down a tray containing a sharp
scalpel, a thin needle set in a wooden handle and a large pair of tweezers.
"We simply remove the flesh in thin strips! You can last a long time
that way! We can even allow it to regrow and then remove it again and again!"
The naked thief looked at the tray of skinning implements fearfully.
"I think that I want my bullet to the brain now!"
Mei was encouraging.
"Don't be a wussy! I've got an eye for these things and a lot of
experience! You'll be surprised at how much pain you can handle!"
The naked thief believed Mei implicitly.
"Why are you doing this? I'm only a small-time thief!"
Mei gave her a quick 'politically correct' pep talk.
"Exactly! Your life has been a complete waste until now! A needless
burden to The State! A leech on society! We can turn all that around by using
you as a horrible example so that others, like Ai-Ling here, can learn. She will
learn that the Glorious People's Republic is fearless and ruthless when it comes
to dealing with it's enemies. If we can do this to you, what will we do to her?"
"Please! Have mercy!"
Mei looked thoughtful, as if she were actually considering her victim's
plea. She smiled brightly, as if having a happy inspiration.
"I have a great idea!"
The stupid thief was hopeful. Ai-Ling shook ger head sadly. Even totally
exhausted and completely fucked over, her inflamed sinuses burning behind her
eyes, she knew Mei was just playing.
"I'll tear off three strips of skin. If you can be silent during the
actual skinning, you will earn your bullet. After each strip of skin is removed,
we'll have a little rest period. During that, you can tell Ai-Ling what it felt
like!"
The naked thief scowled.
"How is that a good deal?"
Mei giggled.
"It's my best offer! If you make any noise, I can tear off as many
strips as I want! As a matter of fact, if you don't want to, you don't have to
co-operate at all! Your screams will tell Ai-Ling everything she needs to know!"
Mei grinned ferally as she reached between the thief's spread legs and
gently stroked her split apricot cuntlips.
"Trust me! We are talking about a lot of strips!"
Mei turned to Ai-Ling, gripped Ai-Ling's dangling head firmly and
obscenely licked Ai-ling's taped-open, aching eyeballs. She worked her moist
tongue over the dry surface while Ai-Ling whimpered and groaned.
"Keep your eyes peeled, Ai-Ling, and learn!"
"It certainly feels like my eyes are being peeled!"
The pretty thief was quaking nicely. Mei gave her big boobs a few
friendly squeezes. Unlike a lot of chinese, Mei loved big-breasted women. It
gave her so much more to work with.
The suspended thief squirmed frantically, watching with bulging eyes as
Mei
took the scalpel and cut in at the the base of her breast. The thief took a
deep breath and bit her lips as Mei sliced, carving around the base of the
breast in a circle, cutting only skin deep. The thief was panting hard as Mei
joined up the end of the circle to the beginning. A thin trickle of blood oozed
from the cut.
She explained for the benefit of Ai-Ling who, after a horrified glance
as Mei jabbed the blade in, was pointedly looking the other way. Mei didn't
mind. Imagination is the playground of fear.
"We make the next incision parallel to the first, half an inch away."
Looking away didn't prevent Ai-Ling from hearing the sharp intakes of
breath as Mei cut and the gritting and grinding of teeth as the thief worked
hard to stifle her cries. She could smell the blood and the fear-sweat. She
could hear the ropes creak as the thief strained hard against her bonds. She
heard the patter of piss on the floor as the thief emptied her bladder, followed
by the stale smell of fresh urine. Not watching was definitely worse.
"Next, we make a small cut from one circle to the next. We wipe off the
bloody scalpel and put it down. We pick up the tweezers and the needle and peel
the flesh from between the two bloody circles around the base of her breast. We
use the needle to tease the skin loose from the underlying flesh as we pull back
on the tweezers."
Thoughtfully, Mei placed the strip of flesh over Ai-Ling's slit, bloody
side down, tucking one end in Ai-Ling's cunt. Ai-ling pumped her hips and
bounced frantically, trying to dislodge the horrid object as it flapped around
loosely between her legs. Mei smiled down at the panting, sweaty faced thief.
"You can talk to Ai-Ling while I rub in the salt and vinegar."
The thief sobbed hysterically as Mei put on rubber gloves. She shreiked
hoarsely as Mei squirted the salt and vinegar mixture on the skinless bleeding
strip of titmeat and began kneading it in.
"Aaaaaaiiiii!! It burns! It burns!"
Mei smiled back at Ai-ling.
"You getting all this? Have you figured out how to handle it when it's
your turn?"
Ai-Ling sobbed softly, saying nothing. Mei slapped the thief playfully
on the rump.
"Quiet down now! It's time for strip number two!"
Ai-Ling looked away.
"The second strip is coming from across the top of the pubic triangle.
Gotta love the thief here. She has much to offer - big tits and lots of hair
between the legs. Our thief is about to give you a nice hairy strip of pubic
flesh, Ai Ling. I make the first incision across the top of the pubic triangle,
following the edge of the hair."
Once again, Ai-Ling heard the sudden sharp creak of the restraining
ropes and a matching sudden, sharp intake of breath as Mei made her incision and
began to saw across the thief's taut bare belly from hip to hip, following the
top of the pubic triangle.
"I make a second cut parallel to the first, an inch inside the thick
pubic bush."
The smell of fear-sweat and blood was accompanied by another small
patter of pee as a small squirt of urine spurted from between the thief's legs.
"I make two small incisions joining the two long cuts at the either end
so we have a long rectangle of blood. I wipe off the scalpel and put it down. I
pick up the tweezers and the needle and begin peeling it back."
Mei paused and exclaimed in surprise.
"What do we have here?"
Ai-Ling couldn't resist looking. She saw Mei, with her forefinger inside
the incision, pulling out a loop of the thief's intestine. The thief with her
sweaty, pasty face, her bloodshot eyes wide, lost it completely. She shreiked
insanely.
"PUT IT BACK IN!!!"
"DON'T TAKE ANY MORE OUT!!!"
"PUSH IT BACK IN!!!!"
"PLEASE! NO MOOOOORE!!!!"
The thief screamed on and on, begging for her guts to be put back in her
belly, as Mei slowly pulled loop after loop of intestine out through the
incision. She cut the ends off, turned and wrapped the steaming, reeking tube of
gut around Ai-ling's face and upper torso, knotting the two ends together
tightly.
Ai-ling writhed and squirmed, her taped open eyes plastered against the
gut tube and her lips pursed tightly together, while, next to her, the thief
screamed on and on and on and on.
Mei sniggered cruelly as she left the room.
"I'll just leave you two to spend some quality time together! Enjoy!"
Chapter 9 - Meat shipment
"You should be honoured!"
"Honoured? How so?"
Ai-Ling was polite, if incredulous. Being fucked over and beaten by
everybody didn't seem to her to be an honour. Mei pointed out the bright side.
"You are the only person who has ever been allowed to leave the Tender
Willow Centre."
"But it's only so I can be snuffed in Hamburg!"
Mei laughed.
"You're awfully hard to please! Public executions are a chinese
tradition!"
Standing on the dock next to the Pussy Maru, wearing a t-shirt, jeans
and nikes, Ai-Ling couldn't stop shaking. The relentless grinding had taken it's
toll. Her pretty face jerked and twitched constantly, a mass of stress-induced
neuroses competing for control.
She stood, unbound, next to Mei, watching the American girls being
unloaded. An Amazonian black girl looked around her at the boats with eyes
painted on the bows to help them 'see' their way, the incredible mass of
oriental people, a pagoda in the distance. She whispered to the buxom blond
Texas beauty next to her.
"Toto! I don't think we're in Kansas anymore!"
The blond from Texas wasn't impressed.
"I'll bet they'll fuck us here the same as everywhere else! Though
they've probably got smaller dicks here than in Texas!"
The black girl snorted.
"Well, there's a blessing!"
The others giggled coarsely. Being everyone's fucktoy turned the
prissiest beauty into a crude slut in no time.
Mei explained as the Shanghai Cowgirls were trouped on board.
"The American beauties are being imported to fuck Party Bigwigs. A
blond, a brunette, a redhead, a black girl, the're all exotic rarities here,
though I bet they open their fuckhole and gobble dick just like everyone else."
Ai-Ling nodded, delighted to be in a conversation that wasn't concerned
with some obscene, painful, degrading performance on her part.
"They're sex slaves, aren't they?"
Mei nodded.
"You've got a good eye! They've benn kidnapped, raped over, forced to
perform. They're pure fuckmeat all right!"
"Well, at least that's better than being snuffmeat!"
"Oh, one leads to the other easily enough! Ordinarily, you'd be packed
in a container with the other meat and loaded onto the ship, but because here
it's done with the co-operation of the government, that's not necessary. In
Hamburg, you'll be jammed in a container to be unloaded. It's a fast container
port, so, once there, you'll be at the Snuff Party in no time, screaming hard."
The Shanghai Cowgirls were paraded out in their cowgirl uniforms,
wearing cowboy hats, cowboy boots, fringed skirts and blouses. The dockside
workers were whistling lewdly at the slim, young beauties with their awesome new
superstructures. Their greatly enhanced breasts stuck out from their chests like
twin artillery shells. Most were now experiencing back pain on a regular basis,
grateful for the opportunity to lie down and spread their legs.
"Mooo!"
Everyone laughed. Mei led Ai-Ling up the gangplank. Mei smiled sweetly
when they got on the ship. Ai-Ling hated that smile.
"While you're on your way to Hamburg, I've arranged some entertainment
for you."
A very familiar, large hand wrapped around Ai-Ling's lower face from
behind, sealing off her mouth. Her nostrils were pinched shut. Her eyes bulged
and her face darkened as she struggled to breath. Other hands held her wrists
down and began peeling off her clothes.
"You remember 'Hands' Kong and the boys that kept you amused on your
trip to the Tender Willow?"
Mei sniggered as Ai-Ling peed in her panties.
"They're back!"
