The First Gulf War
soldier drifted in and out of consciousness.
Shivering in the bitter cold of the desert night, he waited for the dawn
and the hot, blistering sun which would hasten his death. A dried rivulet of blood ran from the three-inch
gash on his forehead and the bullet wound in his chest.
around the little Kurdish village were bodies; mostly those of the villagers,
though four were westerners, their weapons and desert camouflage clothing
stripped from them and cast carelessly aside.
chattering laughing group of well-armed Iraqi soldiers were relaxing around the
blazing campfire in the central square.
staked out spread-eagled in the sand, drifted back to full consciousness, a
small groan escaping his throat as he shook his head in an
attempt to clear the blood from his eyes. The noise was a small sound in the
semidarkness but one of the Iraqis, a Major in the Republican Guard by his
collar tabs, heard it and turned, white teeth in the dark face shining in the
flickering firelight as he grinned at the naked white man on the edge of the
little circle of light. “Hey, Yankee,”
he called out in passable English. “You
cold? Soon you be dead, I think.”
was not alone on the sand. Staked out
alongside him were two equally naked girls from the village. Both were still alive, though each was
unconscious and bore the unmistakable marks of multiple rape and beatings.
blinked his eyes rapidly, once more trying to clear his vision. In between the deserted hovels behind the
little group, just beyond the circle of light from the camp fire, he thought he
saw movement. Several indistinct,
ghostly shapes, low down on the ground, seemed to be floating slowly and
silently across the sand towards the fire.
The shapes became three; then four.
What were they? Ghosts? The spirits of his dead comrades?
assault was as shocking as it was brutal; the relative blackness of the desert
night illuminated by flashes of machine gun fire; the vague shapes transformed
into men in dark desert robes; men with machine guns and long curved swords,
mercilessly cutting down the panicking Iraqi soldiers.
As if through
a haze, the soldier saw a robed figure approaching. “Do not fear!” said a man’s voice softly in
perfect English. “You are safe now.”
Five Years Later
It was near
the end of a hot and breathless Miami day when the girl got out of a cab to
look uneasily across at the seedy, rundown buildings on the other side of the
“Are you sure
this is it?” she asked.
sighed, as if he’d been asked the same question many times before. “Yes ma’am,” he drawled.
hesitated, as if unsure.
didn’t blame her. It was that kind of
neighbourhood. “Don’t worry, ma’am!” he
grinned. “I’ll stay until you get
She gave him
a wry smile. “Thanks ... I’d appreciate
“You want me
“Oh, no ...
no thanks. I’ll probably be a while.”
“Fine. You got my number?
then. Give me a call when you’re through
and I’ll come get you.”
watched as she walked slowly towards the grimy office building. She was a show-stopper all right. Youngish, in her early to middle twenties, he
figured, tall and leggy, with a figure straight out of ‘Playboy’ and that
gorgeous shoulder-length blonde hair.
She also had that indefinable something that just shouted ‘class’ at
you. Certainly not the kind of girl
you’d expect to see in a neighbourhood like this.
to look with a distinct sense of longing.
A little underdressed, he decided a little critically; unless she was a
hooker; which he doubted. Still, you
never knew these days. The filmy, not
quite see-through, blouse clung to the shapely breasts like a second skin;
breasts patently unfettered by such a mundane thing as a bra. He looked some more. The elegant, just short of knee-length skirt
and matching high heels showed off the long golden tanned legs to
perfection. Yeah, no doubt about it, the
sort of girl a man might just leave home and hearth for.
chose that moment to bend over the row of lighted buttons outside the main door
of the building and the swirling, hot, July breeze caught the light skirt,
whisking it high up the perfect thighs to reveal a gorgeously naked
bottom. The cabby groaned.
As if hearing
the sound, the girl shot him an embarrassed glance from under long eyelashes
and, just to let her know he’d missed nothing of her impromptu performance, he
made circles of thumbs and forefingers and held them up to his eyes like
girl smoothed down her skirt and managed a little smile, then jumped nervously
as a mechanical voice spoke harshly from a grill above her head.
“Yeah, who is
Jane Barnes,” she said breathlessly. “I
have an appointment.”
There was a
momentary pause, then a buzz and a click.
“Come up!” commanded the deep male voice. “Take the elevator to the third floor. Someone will meet you there.”
With a little
wave at the watching taxi driver, Jane Barnes pushed open the door and walked
inside. Sadly, the cabby slipped the old
Ford into gear. She was gorgeous all
right, but there were bills to be paid and this was no time to sit around
Jane came out
of the elevator on the third floor to meet the cool gaze of an exquisitely
beautiful oriental woman in her middle to late forties. Not so tall as Jane and quite slender by
comparison, the woman had long, shining, raven-black hair reaching almost to
her waist; her natural beauty enhanced by a gorgeous blue silk cheongsam split
to the thigh at each side.
Jane,” said the woman brightly, her English spiced with a delightful French
accent. “You are late. Alors, I thought perhaps you had developed
... ah ... how do you say ... cold feet.”
Jane was apologetic. “I am really sorry, Li Soong. I’m just so nervous. I nearly didn’t come at all.”
darling. What have you got to be nervous
about? I told you, he will love
you.” A hand reached out to caress one
thrusting unfettered breast. “With these
big boobies and that gorgeous derriere; how could he not?” The woman laughed; a clear, tinkling sound in
the gloomy corridor. “Anyway, here you
are. Come! We’ll not keep him waiting.” She leaned forward to kiss the girl full on
the mouth. “Mmmmmmm; you taste of
toothpaste.” Deliberately, she ran a
hand under the short skirt.
“Formidable. You remembered, no
panties. No nasty marks for the camera
to see. You are a good girl and learn
fast.” She smiled. “Now I don’t have to whip you.”
weakly but remained silent. There was no
point in making a reply. More and more,
in the past weeks, the beautiful Li Soong had come to take charge of her life. Jane had already come to terms with the
fact. Li Soong’s touch, whether gentle
or cruel, was something she craved. Like
a drug, the more she had, the more she needed.
Until now, of course, she had not been properly whipped; but it was
something that, more and more, seemed to creep into the conversation. In her mind, Jane had already accepted that
it was something that would happen in the future and, to tell the truth, she actually found the idea of submitting to it more than a
cherie?” whispered the beautiful woman.
“Still love me?”
uncontrollably. The feather-light
fingers brushing gently over the skin of her bottom were already bringing into
being that familiar, almost uncontrollable, feeling of desire which, as always,
quickly threatened to flood her loins.
“Oh God, yes,” she gasped as a gentle finger searched out her most
intimate place. “You know I do.”
smiled and took her hand away, not missing the immediate, disappointed look on
Jane’s face. “Sexy slave,” she
chuckled. “C’est bon; Steve will like
“Er ... you
haven’t said anything, have you?” Jane whispered.
cherie?” Li Soong sounded curious.
“Well ... you
know. About New York. Why I came here.”
expression altered to one of compassion.
“Silly girl, of course not,” she replied. “This is just between us, as I promised.”
Li Soong. It’s just that ... well ...
I’d just rather no-one else knew.”
ma pauvre. Put it to the back of your
mind. Steve is a nice man and a good
friend.” She looked closely at the
trembling Jane. “I have told him you
were all right to do this tonight, though.
You will not embarrass me by backing out at last moment, will you?”
her head weakly. “No, I said I will do
it and I will. It’s just that ... well
... I’m nervous. I’ve never done anything
like this before. But please, don’t
worry! I won’t let you down, I promise.
smiled at her. “All right, cherie.” she
said gently. “Just remember; this is
important to both of us, not just me.”
Her expression became businesslike for a moment. “You made a note of the taxi number?”
replied Jane, fumbling in her pocket for the card and handing it over.
bon,” said Li Soong, then turned away.
“Attendez! Suivez-moi!” she
ordered, her voice suddenly sharp.
Jane allowed herself to be led along the corridor until they came to a door
marked ‘STUDIO - NO ADMITTANCE.’ Li
Soong entered confidently, Jane more slowly and apprehensively. She looked round in bewilderment at the large
cluttered room. It wasn’t what she’d
expected. The place was a mess; a
confusion of photographic equipment, bits of furniture and props scattered all
over. Not at all like the way she
thought it would look. Somehow she’d expected something more impressive. Apart from themselves, there was just one
Li Soong took
her arm possessively. “Come, cherie!”
she ordered, patting her charge encouragingly on the rear. She dropped her voice to a whisper. “Do what Steve tells you to do without
argument and everything will be fine.”
She led the way across the room to where a tall, well-built man was
engrossed in the study of a number of glossy
photographs pinned to the wall. Jane
blushed. The photographic reproduction
was excellent; the subject matter explicit.
Girls; dozens of them. Mostly
naked. Naked and bound.
The big man
turned with a smile and Jane’s stomach lurched.
This was the moment of truth. At
well over six feet, the photographer was intimidatingly large. He looked to be in his early forties, not
good looking in the accepted sense of the word, but still very, very attractive
in that rough-hewn, almost rock-like way that many women find hard to resist.
squeezed her hand gently. “Jane,” she
said. “This is Steve Kuryaski.” She turned to the man. “Steve; I present Jane Barnes ... the girl I
told you about.”
to meet you, Jane,” said the man in a deep, almost melodious voice. He extended a hand. His gaze, frankly admiring, scanned her
scantily clad figure. “Li Soong has
told me a lot about you. Now I can see
she wasn’t exaggerating.”
In spite of
her nervousness, Jane raised a tiny smile at the easy compliment.
“I told you,
cherie,” Li Soong interjected, “Steve is the best cameraman in the porno
business. If he can’t make you look good
on film, no-one can.”
nervousness increased. So there it was. The
nature of the beast. ‘Porno’,
‘Skin-flicks’, whatever you wanted to call it.
Desperately, she tried to quell her rising panic as she took the
proffered hand. “I’m pleased to meet
you,” she whispered.
grin broadened at her obvious timidity.
He looked sharply at Li Soong.
“Have you explained to Jane what we need ... what we want her to do?” he
oui.” The lovely Vietnamese smiled
mischievously. “Very clearly.” She ran a possessive hand over the blonde’s
bottom and laughed. “We have practised
quite a lot the last few days, have we not, cherie?”
looked the blushing blonde in the eye, taking in her embarrassment without
comment. Then suddenly he was all
enough,” he said. “We’ll start straight
away. First of all
I want to see you naked. Then, if you
measure up, we’ll take a few pics of you in bondage; just for the record. Okay?”
For a moment
Jane was frozen to the spot. Now that
the moment had arrived, she could hardly move.
Li Soong saw
her momentary hesitation and took over immediately. “Go to the far side of the studio, cherie!”
she ordered calmly. “Take off
everything; then come back and stand as we practised!”
high heels on, Jane!” Kuryaski interjected.
conscious of his interested gaze, Jane walked to the other side of the
cluttered room. There, keeping her back
to the other two and trying desperately to keep her mind a blank, she slipped
off her blouse and skirt and hung them on the stand. Underneath, as Li Soong had ordered, she was
nude. She took a deep breath then turned
back to her audience, forcing herself to walk slowly towards them.
abruptly at the man’s gesture. For a
moment she just stood there, acutely uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny,
not knowing quite what to do. Then,
remembering her instructions, she widened her legs to stand astride, resignedly
clasping her hands behind her neck. Now
her whole body was on offer and, knowing instinctively what was wanted, she
thrust out her breasts.
photographer walked around her slowly and she flinched as a hand descended to
her flesh of her bottom. She flinched as
both cheeks were gently fondled, then both hands came round
to cup her breasts, tweaking the nipples and manipulating the ultra-sensitive
buds until they stood out, stiff and proud.
She gasped, only managing to stand still with an immense effort.
descended, feather-light, to her midriff; down over her swelling lower stomach,
gently exploring the blonde furry triangle at the juncture of her thighs. A solitary finger deliberately traced the
outline of her sex lips, dipping briefly inside to discover her automatic wetness. Jane gasped, unable to stop her hips bucking
the man held up the finger. “Lick!” he
Jane took the digit into her mouth, a little hesitantly licking it clean of her
he ordered, once she had finished to his satisfaction.
despite her nervousness by the symbolism of what was happening, Jane dropped to
her knees, thighs parted, heart thumping madly as the man reached down to
caress her breasts once more.
murmured. “Very good. Now just stay as you are for a moment.”
Jane made as
if to settle herself more comfortably and he spoke more sharply. “No, don’t close your legs! Keep your shoulders back and your knees wide
apart. In a minute Li Soong will show
you some photographs. They’ll give you
an idea of what we want from you tonight.”
He tousled her hair in a friendly gesture, much as one might fondle a
pet dog. “Don’t be frightened,” he said
with a smile. “You are a very beautiful
girl. This is only a bit of fantasy
bondage. You might be a little
uncomfortable for a while, but that’s all.”
Jane looked round for her friend as he turned away. Li Soong looked down at her with a proud,
almost proprietorial, look on her face.
Soong,” whispered the blonde, “I feel so ... so ...” She stopped, quite unable to finish the
smiled gently at the kneeling girl.
“What? What is it you feel?”
silent for a moment, a hopeless, shaken expression on her face. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “Please; tell me I’m doing the right thing!”
Li Soong gave
an impatient grunt and threw a little stack of photographs between Jane’s
spread knees. “Don’t be silly!” she
scolded gently. “This is exactly what
you want. You know that already.”
down at the top picture. It was a full
colour photograph of a blonde girl tied in a standing position, arms and legs
spread wide and tied to ringbolts in ceiling and floor. Her wide, staring, tear-filled eyes stared
out from over a huge ball gag which stretched the captive mouth wide. Saliva ran down onto the naked breasts, which
showed clearly the marks of the whip, mingling freely with the sweat running on
the stretched and flattened globes. Behind
the hapless girl was the figure of her rapist, a man, large and menacing, knees
slightly bent and obviously in the process of penetrating her from the rear.
her breath. It was clearly no accident
that Li Soong had placed this picture on top of the pile. Jane had been similarly tied only last night. Momentarily she wondered where the girl was
now. Was she just another of the lovely
Vietnamese’s many conquests? Was she,
Jane, merely a replacement?
last night it hadn’t been a man who had penetrated her. That task had fallen to Li Soong and she’d
performed the task gleefully, with a strap-on dildo so large that Jane had
thought she might be split in two. With
a sense of shame, she felt herself getting wetter and wetter. “Oh God,” she almost wept to herself, “I’m so
randy and they’ve hardly touched me yet.”
one might almost say avidly, Jane flicked through the pile of photographs,
excitement mounting at the sight of each different pose. The last one took her breath away. It might have been a rear view of the girl in
the first photograph; but now she was suspended clear of the floor by her
chained wrists; her ankles spread wide to floor mounted ringbolts. From shoulders to hips she was a mass of thin
weals and her chin hung down on her chest, almost as if she might be
thumped painfully. Was this what she
wanted? To be strung up and whipped like
that? She replaced the photo, breathing
Soong studied her kneeling charge. It
really was amazing, she thought, just how far down the road to complete submission
Jane had come in such a short time. “All
right, cherie?” she enquired softly.
Soong,” whispered Jane. “I’m
frightened.” She picked up the photo
again. Her hands were shaking. “This girl; how could she let someone do
something that to her?”
laughed gaily. “Believe it or not,
darling; she liked it very much.”
that?” Jane’s tone was disbelieving. She
looked closely at the picture in her hand.
“You mean ...?”
“Oui! No-one forced her. It is something she likes ... no, needs.”
then.” Jane jumped, startled, as the
photographer’s large figure loomed over her.
“Up you get! Time to go to work.”
was aghast at her reaction. Even as she looked into the man’s eyes, desire took hold of her so
strongly that she knew immediately she was lost. Whatever this man and Li Soong wanted of her,
even if they wanted to whip her like the girl in the picture, it didn’t
matter. She would go along. Trembling, she scrambled to her feet and
allowed him to lead her to a heavy leather covered table equipped with
sinister-looking ringbolts at each corner.
With a tremor, she saw the lights and video camera set up around the
attitude was firm. “Up on the table with
you!” he ordered sharply. “Face
down! Hands behind your back!”
frightened and not a little confused, Jane looked round for Li Soong. She was there, standing right behind her with
a bundle of cords and straps in her hands.
“Quickly, cherie!” she whispered.
Lying on the
table, nose pressed into the aromatic leather, Jane moaned softly as her arms
were pulled behind and tightly secured wrists to elbows. A wide collar was buckled around her throat
and she arched, helplessly, as her arms were pulled upward and secured. She began to panic, breathing heavily as her
apprehension built. Already she was
helpless, unable to resist in the slightest.
Handling her easily as if she were no weight at all, Steve turned her over
on to her back so that Li Soong could manoeuvre her until her head hung down
over the edge of the table. Then a
leather bolster was wedged under her bottom.
Then came the final humiliating yet exciting, finishing touch; her legs
pulled as wide as they would go and ankles fastened to
the corner ringbolts.
Jane felt so vulnerable. She was unable
to move an inch, every part of her body was utterly
and completely accessible to her captors.
Whatever they wanted of her, they could do now. Nothing could be denied. Not that she wanted to, of course. Panic was gradually changing to that
delicious feeling that always came when she was tied and helpless. Obviously Steve was
an expert when it came to tying and displaying the female body. The bolster pushed her stomach and hips into
the air, making her acutely aware of her moistening sexual passage which was
now completely open and defenceless.
With her arms hoisted up her back by the strap attached to the collar,
her breasts, too, were thrust upwards as if begging for attention. There was a flash and a camera clicked.
hotly, realising how she must look to the lens.
she breathed, as hands stroked gently across the stretched skin of her inner
thighs, a finger dipping briefly between her cheeks to scratch at the puckered
hole of her anus before slipping gently inside the humid tunnel. Another finger investigated the plump and
pouting sex lips. A tremor shook her as
the digits probed deeper and deeper.
Helplessly, sensuously, without any conscious volition, her hips began
to move. Then Li Soong’s face swam into
she mouthed silently.
vanished, the fingers were withdrawn and there came a new sensation as lips,
tongue and sharp little teeth began to kiss, lick and nibble around Jane’s
defenceless clitoral area. Again and again the camera flashed and, willy nilly, she was
coaxed higher and higher up the sexual plane until she began to feel as if she
were floating, bobbing and jerking like a balloon about to burst. The flashing of the camera was registering
only distantly now as she teetered maddeningly on the edge of orgasm, almost
but not quite out of control.
ministrations, Li Soong lifted her head and spoke quietly. “She’s ready now, Steve,” she whispered,
looking with satisfaction at the stretched and pinioned girl now writhing on
the table as much as her bonds would allow.
Jane’s whole body was shaking; her juices, combined with saliva from Li
Soong’s mouth, visibly escaping from her wide-open and gaping vagina.
up with wild eyes as Kuryaski came to the head of the table, unzipping his fly
to reveal an absolutely monstrous hard-on which he
offered to her mouth. The salty taste of
the male sex organ assaulted Jane’s taste buds as, trying not to gag on the
solid length, she automatically opened her mouth to allow access.
was flashing now with an almost hypnotic regularity, but Jane was too far gone
to notice. “Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm.
Mmmmmm.” she murmured, in time with the thrusting cock sliding wetly in
and out of her mouth and throat. “Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm.
Mmmmmm,” she continued, giving herself over entirely to her oral
ministrations with enthusiasm.
Soong!” said the photographer, softly and Jane’s body went rigid as she felt
her sex lips being forced apart by something huge. She gagged on the penis in her mouth, at the
same time desperately clenching her vaginal muscles together in a vain attempt
to resist the implacable advance of the monster. It was no use. Try as she might, more and more of it slid
into her, stretching her almost to the limit.
Then, suddenly, it was fully inside and, as Li Soong flicked a switch, a
powerful throbbing began to excite her to yet further heights of passion. The artificial phallus was huge; far, far
larger than anything she’d ever taken inside her before - and ribbed into the
bargain. Yet, even as she struggled with
the pain and discomfort, amazingly she found herself wanting to take as much of
the brute she could.
slowly, she became adjusted to the size of the thing and began to transfer her
attention back to the fleshy counterpart still threatening to choke her. Sucking and licking, licking and sucking; she
felt the man’s cock swelling and swelling in her mouth. Once more she began to approach orgasm, her
splayed body tensing as her moment came upon her.
then, as the first feathery fluttery spasms of imminent release began to ripple
inside her sex channel, she felt nimble fingers take hold of her nipples,
squeezing, twisting and rolling them, stretching them out from her breasts
until it seemed they could stretch no more.
The sensation was intense and, unheeding of the discomfort, she gave
herself over to the torture, devoting herself once again to the oral adoration
of the thick penis in her mouth. Slowly,
inexorably, the pressure of the fingers increased, pinching and pulling until
the little buds were stretched to nearly twice their normal size.
Jane gave a gasping, groaning gurgle of protest as, without warning, there was
a sudden sharp pain in first one and then the other of her tender buds.
“Mmmmmmmmfff,” she moaned, dimly feeling something cold and metallic being
drawn through her swollen nipple flesh.
bon; c’est tres jolie,” cried Li Soong, rolling each tortured bud gently
between a thumb and finger and reverting to French in her excitement. “Alors, Steve. C’est formidable, n’est pas?”
“Ah ... ah
... sure is ... ah ... ah ... sweetheart,” gasped the man, his own climax upon
Jane, by now so very close to her second ‘come’, welcomed the new pleasure/pain
sensation in her breasts, pushing them upwards for more and concentrating on
Kuryaski’s jerking cock which, by now, was spurting thick gobs of jism deep
into the back of her throat.
Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, directing her mind to the task of swallowing the
salty tasting fluid as she went over the top herself, bursting into yet another
mind-blowing orgasm. Her violent ‘come’
seemed to go on and on forever. Sucking
and swallowing, swallowing and sucking; she continued to milk the jerking cock
while her own body writhed and twitched as much as it was able in its
humiliating spread-eagled position. All
too soon, though, the diminishing member was withdrawn from her mouth and then,
very gently, she felt Li Soong first easing the still vibrating monster from
between her legs.
very, very slowly, Jane came down from her high and allowed herself to drift
back to reality. The pain in her breasts
was increasing now and, raising her head, she saw what had been done to
them. Heavy looking stainless-steel
rings passed through the holes punched in her nipples now crowned the creamy
globes. From one a small trickle of
blood dribbled down the slope of her breast towards her armpit. Strangely, she felt no resentment towards Li
Soong or the photographer. Instead,
despite the growing pain and discomfort of what had been done to her, the sight
was already filling her with a kind of perverse excitement.
undid the straps at her captive’s ankles and, pulling away the spreader bar,
quickly turned her over onto her stomach to release her arms. Jane groaned as her tortured teats were
pressed into the hard leather. Once the
collar was removed, the shattered blonde was allowed to
turn onto her back again. She felt as if
she’d been pushed through a wringer.
Body running with sweat, pussy lips still agape and the residue of Steve
Kuryaski’s semen running down her chin; she lay with legs asprawl, all
petite fille!” whispered Li Soong. “All
finish now. Get dressed while I
telephone for the taxi; then you can rest while Steve and I put equipment
Jane did as
she was told, then went back and sat on the couch while Li Soong and the
photographer cleared up. Li Soong and the photographer were deep in
conversation and ignored her as if she were no longer of any import. Deeply ashamed and very close to tears, she
looked towards her friend. “Do you want
me to keep the rings in?” she quavered.
looked up sharply from where she and Kuryaski were huddled together
talking. Her reply was carefully
casual. “Ah oui, cherie; keep them
in! Bathe them in salt water tonight and
I will bring you some ointment tomorrow.
Don’t worry, they will heal in a few days.” She turned to the man with a satisfied
smile. “So, Steve?” she asked in a voice
loud enough for Jane to hear. “What did you think? Is she not perfect?”
The big man
grinned. “Yeah, like you say, perfect,”
Vietnamese smiled and, walking over to where Jane stood, reached out to gently
trail her fingers down the other girl’s neck and in between the trembling
breasts. “You see, darling,” she
chuckled. “Did I not tell you?”
flinched, unable to suppress a groan as a finger brushed painfully over one
transfixed and grossly swollen teat. Yet
she couldn’t deny that the touch was exciting.
Even after everything that had been done to her on the torture table,
just one touch of Li Soong’s finger was enough to set her juices going. Automatically, she thrust out her breasts for
more. Li Soong grinned and turned back
to the man. “Steve, any chance of an
advance for Jane?” she asked. “She
hasn’t got much money.”
anything of the little pantomime acting out between the two women, Kuryaski
chuckled. “Sure, no problem. I’ll see to it tomorrow.” He grinned at Jane. “You were very, very good,” he said softly,
“and that body of yours is just fantastic.
We’ll have lots of work for you in future. Go home and rest. We’ll be in touch tomorrow.”
Li Soong looked
at her watch and took Jane’s hand.
“Come, cherie! I’ll walk down
with you. The taxi should be outside by
“Will I see
you tonight?” Jane whispered as they went through the door.
grimaced and threw a swift glance over her shoulder, waiting until they were
outside before she answered. “No,
darling. Not tonight. Steve has already asked me to stay a while.” She smiled conspiratorially. “That will probably mean all night.”
lurched with sudden jealousy. “Will you
be all right?” she whispered.
darling. Steve is ... ah ... how do you
say it ... a pussy cat.” She laughed at
the apprehensive look on her friend’s face.
“Don’t worry! He won’t hurt
me. After what he’s just put you
through, he’ll just want some good sex.”
She put out her tongue and licked her lips lasciviously. “He is very good in bed, darling, but try not
to be jealous. Remember, it is you I
At the front
entrance to the building, Li Soong opened the glass door to the street and
stood aside to allow Jane to go through.
The same old Ford stood waiting across the road with its engine
running. Jane could see the driver
grinning over at them.
the two women stood facing each other on the sidewalk for a moment. Slowly then, giving Jane every opportunity to
object, Li Soong reached out to open the Jane’s blouse. Docile, unprotesting, the girl shivered a
little as the cool evening air caressed her bare breasts. A thrill of excitement ran through her as she
silently offered her wounded orbs to her lover, glad that she had her back to
the cab across the road.
Li Soong. “You like your new
jewellery? It’s beautiful, n’est
pas?” She glanced across the road at the
watching cabby and smiled. Blatantly she
reached under Jane’s skirt, running a hand gently up the inside of the other
girl’s leg, chuckling as Jane automatically widened her thighs to allow easy
access to her most secret place. “Ah,
oui,” whispered the older woman, sliding two fingers easily into Jane’s
wetness. “I can see you like that all
and writhed as the fingers raped and plundered her sex channel, one finger
teasing her clitoris unmercifully. She
was completely unable to help herself; lost, totally defenceless against the
co-ordinated sexual pillage. A series of
little ‘nnnngs’ escaped from her gasping mouth as, once more, her strong sexual
appetite betrayed her and, shuddering, she gave herself up to another
shattering, tumultuous orgasm.
Li Soong took
her hand away, smiling as she abandoned her victim to step back through the
open door. “I’ll see you tomorrow,
slave,” she warned. “Now cover up those
boobies and get in the taxi! You don’t
want to give the driver the wrong idea.”
Nonchalantly, she locked the door and, with a careless wave of the hand,
walked away back across the lobby.
shaken to the core, trembling uncontrollably.
Frantically she tried to pull herself together. ‘Slave’, Li Soong had said. Powerful, erotic images conjured up by the
word threatened to flood her imagination.
Frantically she pulled her blouse closed over her throbbing, swollen
teats and turned to walk a little unsteadily across to the waiting car.
what’s happening to me?’ she asked herself silently as, purposely avoiding the
grinning driver’s gaze, she climbed into the back of the cab. ‘What have I got myself into?” ...