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(c) 1997 Spoonbender. A short story of an adult nature. Not to be read
by minors. If you don't like stories where young ladies are taken
advantage of or you are underage then don't read it. Contains
descriptions of non consensual sex, slavery and stuff. Can be freely
distributed as long as it is not changed, including this heading. If
it is to archived on a fee paying archive then please email me first
for permission. This is not for real. It didn't happen and hopefully
it never will. It is not based on anyone living or dead.
Please email me with comments, constructive criticism, fantasies you
want put into words etc. Don't flame me if you don't like the content
or you don't like my style.
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Teko became seperated from the party on the corner of 10th and Main. A
little Japanese Schoolgirl, with no English, lost in the middle of a
city. I was cruisin' with Juan and Joey when we spotted her. She was
looking lost and we decided to pull over and see what we could do,
both for her and to her.
She was obviously very frightened, her head kept swivelling like a
bird looking for her friends and her teachers.
"They ain't here." Joey shouted, 'cause it was obvious the little
bitch didn't speak English.
She started to cry.
I pushed the boys away, leaned down and started talking to her. Softly
like. I knew she didn't understand a word but I hoped she recognised
the tone.
I love those sailour outfits they make Jap schoolgirls wear. Fucking
erotic don't you think. Short blue skirt, funny little shirt thing
with a big stripey collar, and those little white socks sheeeit! It
made me think that I'd kinda like to have her providing the filling in
a fuck sandwich, between me and my mattress.
"We gonna fuck her or what?". Joey was always the crude one.
"Yeah listen man lets play this cool eh? We can't just fucking grab
her off the street, she start hollering and then we'd be fucked. Leave
it to me man."
I turned to her and smiled. Then I noticed that she had this little
dictionary thing. Jap to English, English to Jap. I pointed to it and
indicated I wanted to borrow it. I looked up 'friends' and pointed out
the jap word to her. She looked puzzled so I found 'where'? She looked
around frantically and started crying again. A quick look through the
book found 'Police' and 'Go'. I think she got the picture. Least the
one I wanted her to have. We were going to give her a lift to the
Police Station.
Ha! Fat chance.
We hung out in an old warehouse down near the waterfront. It wasn't in
the best part of town and the area was stiff with Winos and Bums but
we called it home. I dunno what Precinct houses looked like in Japan
but she must of been crazy to think that our place remotely resembled
a police station. We managed to hustle her inside without her
suspecting, though by this time she was too far gone for any help. You
get out into the hundreds man and you better be black, mex or just
plain crazy.
We all humped her. With her ahooting and ahollering fit to bust. It
was fucking great. She was as tight as a Yid tallyman and she bled
like a stuck ox when I porked her. We got the rest of the gang
together and she was soon pullin' trains like a pro.
The heat was turned up after a coupla days. The TV said that the Jap
embassy got on to the state department who in turn lit a fire under
the Police Commisioner's ass. So we kept our heads down. Just a bit of
localised fucking. A dozen a day. You know, low key stuff, friends and
family only. Just keepin' her warm, you know. I never tired of fuckin'
her. She made a whole range of interesting noises, babbling away in
Nip all the time. An' she was tight man, even after all that use.
Rubber cunt we called her.
As usual the cranks, crackpots and do-gooder middle class Joes thought
they saw her in all sorts of places. Stories flew around, about her
being taken by white supremecists, killed in a turf war, shipped to
Nevada that sort of stuff. One guy even said she had been abducted by
aliens. Eventually the heat died down.
Now we cranked up the volume. Twenty bucks would get you ten minutes
alone with her in the storeroom she now called home. Word got around
and soon she had queues of guys awaiting on a turn between her little
yella legs. It was a pretty bad day that we didn't clear at least half
a grand.
We made a big mistake then. We kinda enjoyed the bread so we thought
about doublin' it. Maybe we shoulda just doubled the money we charged
for her. I dunno twenty bucks just seemed right somehow, it sure made
us a lot of friends around our neighbourhood. So we had no fear o'
being busted. They all knew when they were on to a good thing. So the
mistake? We grabbed another chick.
A Chink this time.
She was bigger than our Nip, about five four I guess. Sheeit! she was
a fighter. We all had to hold her down tight just to get to fuck her.
Even after we'd broken her in, she still wouldn't lie there an' take
it like a good little ho. So we had ter tie her down. Some of the guys
grumbled at that, so we started to get a bit o' fightin' going on.
Ruined the peace and tranquility it did. So we just had to drop her
prices and work her harder. A lot harder!
She was damned popular, sixteen hours a day she was 'entertaining' and
even at five bucks a go we stashed some serious money. Even the
poorest derelict could afford that sort of small change. Production
line fucking we called it. One after another, hour after hour. She was
like a money machine. All we had to do was wipe her down every now and
then and in return the money just poured in.
Then came the really bad news. It seems daddy was somethin' or other
in the local Triad. They came a lookin' and after a coupla months they
found us.
Maybe you saw the police photos of the fight man. Sheesh it was
bloody. Me an' Joey escaped with the two naked whores, leakin' juice.
Shoulda dumped those whores cause we ended up getting pulled on the
Interstate which is why I'm here.
They told us the Nip was only fourteen. The other'n was eighteen,
which was more respectable I guess. We made a lot of bread outa that
Nip's ass. I reckon she fucked over fifteen thousand guys, even the
chink managed nearly seven thousand, which is how I can afford your
fees man.
So that's the story. You still reckon you can get me off?
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FOOTNOTE: I'm looking for a lady who enjoys my type of writing and who
is prepared to collaborate with me on future stories. You will
naturally share the credit, such as it is. If you are her and you want
to help weave your own fantasy. Then please email me.
Spoonbender
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