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BLACK WIDOW OF THE ORIENT

   By Nesferdancer

   Keywords: (F/f, M/f, M/b?  N/C, bd, femdom, rape, drugging, forced
prostitution, teens, white slavery, knockout fetish, tights/pantyhose
fetish, leg fetish)

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   Ms.  Fung had worked for Bejing Export Ltd.  for 12 years.  It
specialized in all kinds of hard to get western commodoties that fetched a
high price in the Far East.  One of those commodities was young flesh.  Not
street kids, but the kind that usually made the TV news.  It was a risky
business, but very profitable, and there was a never ending demand for
product.  Not all sales went to the East, some clients were in Europe and
the USA, but mainly they shipped to Hong Kong, Taiwan, Singapore, and
Thialand.  The company had branches in many different countries, and owned
several usefull businesses such as modelling agencies and clothing stores.
Girls that payed with their parents credit card left all kinds of usefull
information, like address, and phone #.  Of course, the new craze in retail
was to have client profiles, where they asked you all kinds of personal
info, to keep tabs on your shopping habits.  That info was also very
usefull to would be abductors.  Very usefull indeed.

   Ms.  Fung had started as a street level pimp with ties to organised
crime in Hong Kong.  She endevoured to make herself usefull to those higher
up in the food chain, and she quickly found she could do well for herself
in recruitment.  She emigrated to the USA legally with the help of the
company, and now she worked mainly on the west coast.  She was chinese, 35
years old, 5" 4" tall, with a slim build , narrow waist, and nice sized
breasts.  She had long black hair and long red painted fingernails.  She
always dressed conservative and clean, so as to not arouse suspicion.  She
looked every inch the rich, oriental lady she was, confident and well
spoken, with a very good command of english but with an unmistakable
chinese accent.  She could pass as a business lady or anything else that
was required.  She could go out as a total slut of course, but that was
almost never required.

   Her current assignment was the manager and sole operator of a small
dance clothing store, World of Dance.  It was neccesary for her to work
alone, since her real business was anything but above board.  The store was
located in a suburb of L.A.  and was a modest size.  It was located in a
more run down part of the neighbourhod, off the beaten path, but it
advertised heavily and had very good prices.  The competition often
wondered how they could be so competative and still stay profitable.  Well,
it was easy when you sold flesh for $50-100,000 dollars a pop, and were
backed by organised crime.  As a result, word of mouth amongst the dance
community spread, if you were on a budget, World of Dance was the place to
go for clothing.  As a consequence, business was good enough to attract
enough prospects.  Like flies to the flame.  Of course the store had some
unique design features.  It had three change rooms, one of which had a
double door, the room was also sound proofed and had a hidden camera that
was monitored from the front desk by a popup laptop pc, that was not in
view normally.  The front door could be locked with a remote switch or via
a cellphone command, and had a neon sign that read "closed" when activated.
The main lights would also dim, making the store look closed in seconds. 
It had a security camera with a cheap VCR, but alas, the tape would be
unusable to police if they ever looked at it.  What a shame, yes officer,
we will get that fixed right away.  No, she saw nobody fitting her
description in here today.  Pity, missing you say?

   In the back, to the right of the stores room where products were kept
was a door that led to a small room with a large wooden cot and blanket. 
There was nothing else save the hidden camera.  It was used to prepare the
merchandise, and in case of a search, was also a small storage room and
employee washroom.  Nothing suspicious.  The "capture rooms" door swung out
to the hallway in the back, but it was only feet from the cot room.  In the
event of a search nothing would be left that would look out of place.  The
capture rooms door would appear as if it was normally locked, and not used
as a change room at all.  Instead it would pass as the back office of the
shop, where a cabinet was placed, and a few chairs.  Nothing to see.

   In the cot room was stored the dark tools of Ms.Fungs sordid trade.  A
locked cabinet with needed supplies that included a weighted leather sap,
also knows as a "cosh", which was made from a bag of BBs stuffed into a
leather bag, tied off with a long leather handle, it weighed about 2 lbs.
Half a dozen 1cc syringes, a spoon, water bottle, surgical tubing, and an
ounce of street heroin, ampules of morphine, a bottle of diethyl ether, and
3 pairs of rolled black socks for dousing.  It also had a bottle of cheap
vodka and orange mix and tylenol 3s in a bag, 20 pairs of assorted
pantyhose, a ball gag, a 9mm Beretta,and 3 pairs of handcuffs.  A mask for
the victim was not usually needed.  Ms.  Fung beleived in being prepared,
and any target had to be considered seperately as to the best approach, and
she needed things in case plans went awry, which they sometimes did.  The
store also had a non descript brown van parked in the back, a 1987 GMC. 
Its passenger seats were removed and had a plain disposable mattress in the
back, a tank of nitros oxide laughing gas, surgical hose and mask, nothing
more.  It could be scrapped quickly at the companies drop off auto shop. 
The entire operation could be shut down in 15 minutes, and Ms.  Fung would
be off to another town, after a few weeks.  She had a dozen fake IDs and
could leave the country if things got too hot.  She also had a black
cadillac for transport and sometimes work as well.

   She also had the job of mobile scouting, which quite simply was driving
to various locations and picking up a victim at their residence, or
somewhere else.  Sometimes targets would also cross her path.  She had the
services of several company men who could do work for her, heavy lifting,
driving, cleanup, whatever she needed, but she preffered to work alone. 
She was always on the prowl for a young girl, or boy, because they all made
her money, as they always had.  They were fawns in the forest, and she was
the hunter.

   ACQUISITION #1:

   Ms.  Fung She was driving her black 2001 Cadillac on a warm summer day
near a strip mall when she spotted a pretty girl working as a waitress in a
family resteraunt.  She had on a red and white uniform that consisted of a
long sleeved red and white dress that came down just above her knees.  Ms.
Fung parked the car a block away and went inside, making sure she changed
tables to get the girls section.  She had a closer look as she served other
customers.  She was quite a catch to look at, probably 16 years old, 5" 2",
110 lbs, caucasion, with shapely calfs.  She had on a pair of seamed white
tights and black velvet flats with the buckle over the foot.  Her serving
dress had a tight blue belt that accentuated her very small waist.  Her
hair was black, and short, she wore red lipstick and blue eye shadow, and
just a hint of blush.  Ms.  Fung was sure she got tipped very well by the
men who ate here.  Yes indeed.  Like many prospects though she knew the
odds were not with her.

   There were boyfriends and parents who picked them up, all kinds of
obstacles, but it never hurt to have a quick recon.  She noted the store
hours, and figured she probably worked 4pm-10pm, when the place closed. 
Her nametag read "Alyssa" as she came to her table.  Ms.  Fung noted the
pert breasts she had, the size of grapefruits, she was the essence of
budding maidenhood.  Alyssa crossed her leg right over back and smiled at
Ms.  Fung.  After ordering tea and a toasted bagel, her waitress sauntered
back to place her order.  Ms.  Fung was an expert in hosiery, and noted
Alyssa was wearing tight pattern white fishnet tights.  They looked opaque
from a distance but up close you could see they had the X pattern on them.
She smelled wonderfull, and had big brown eyes.  Ms.  Fung was also a
lesbian rapist, and she had a hard time not staring at her server.  The
hardest part of he job was not fucking the merchandise, because more often
than not, they were supposed to be delivered untouched.  Maybe not all
virgins, but as yet unbroken.  She thought of the black, expensive, 10 inch
strap on dildo in the car.  She was getting wet.

   After eating, she parked across the street in a dark spot, and waited to
see what fortune would play out.  She had not aroused suspicion.  She was
dressed in black 4 inch pumps, a black below the knee skirt, cream nylons
and a black top.  She looked very conservative and proper.  For a procuress
of girls.  The restaraunt emptied out at 10:25pm, Alyssa had on a brown
jacket over her uniform but was otherwise dressed the same as she walked
south towards a main street.  Ms.  Fung could not beleive her luck, there
was no pickup for her.  She watched as Alyssa took a side street one block
down.  Ms.  Fung drove past her, and parked a block down.  Alyssa sat at a
bus stop and waited.  There was another woman and a man there as well, all
three boarded the No.  545 bus.  It went past, she could see Alyssa sitting
in the right side, by herself.  She decided to risk it and hung behind the
bus a few blocks, trying not to lose it.  The bus made a right turn at an
intersection just as the light went amber.  Damn, she probably lost her. 
She followed, turned right, and to her shock almost ran Alyssa over as she
sprinted across the residential street.  Ms.  Fung braked and swerved, and
kept on driving.  Alyssa looked a bit scared, but didnt notice the driver.
Ms.  Fung knew where she got off after work, and she drove on past,
watching in the rear view mirror.  The young girl walked past a large yard,
then dissappeared, presumeably to her apartment complex that was there. 
Perfect.

   Ms.  Fung came back after midnight and took a look at the area that her
prey walked past.  It was the large yard of a two story house with a hedge
and a gate.  It had a three foot open area near the neighbours fence where
a person could wait in the dark on the other side of the hedge.  It was not
pefect but it was close enough.  Alyssa would not get a chance to struggle.
Ms.  Fung waited untill the next night to see wether her girl was working,
and she was.  She then drove and parked her car across from the hedge
opening.  Alyssa would pass along the passenger side as she walked past. 
Ms Fung got ready for her.  She was dressed for the night in a black, long
sleeved danskin unitard, black runners, black leg warmers and a black
sweater.  Hair in a scrunchie.  She had her supplies with her, and the
trunk was ready with a blanket and pantyhose.  She had prepared a 1cc
syringe with enough "H" to send a 16 year old girl as high as a kite, and
she had her cosh club ready.  At 10:45 the bus drove past and Alyssa got
out.  As before she was wearing her black and red work dress, white tights,
and pink runners this time and her brown jacket and purse.  She walked
casually down the street to where Ms.  Fung was waiting.  There were no
other people on the street.  It was a go.

   As Alyssa walked past Ms.  Fung slipped out and swung the leather cosh
with both hands.  There was a loud "WHAP!"sound as the naive girl was
concussed from behind.  Her purse dropped to the pavement as her head flung
back.  As she staggered forward she put one hand on the cadillac for
support, the other hand went to her head.  She moaned softly "ughh, oh my
god..." and yet...stayed up.  She dropped both hands on the rear bumper of
the car, just for a moment, trying to get her bearings, completely stunned.
Ms.  Fung waited for just the right moment, said "here is your tip, my
child", and cruelly swung again.  "WHAP"!  the young girl was "nailed"
right on the top of her head and she sank to her knees without a sound,
hands at her sides.  She flopped over to the sidewalk next to the passenger
rear door, her shapely legs splayed out as she lay unconscious on her side.
Her white tights gleamed in the streetlights, she moved one knee up, but
then nothing.  Sounds of gurgling.  Ms.  Fung swung the passenger door open
and grabbed the hapless waitress by her arms.  She got in first and pulled
Alyssa into the gleaming black cadillac.  Her fate was cast.

   Inside the car she lay the girl on her stomach and rested her head on
her lap.  She stroked the girls hair with her long red nails, and said to
her softly "soon you will be a women, my pretty thing".  She produced the
1cc syringe from her belt pouch and rolled up her right sleeve.  She then
continued the dirty work of injecting her with the heroin.  First, the
spoon was filled with water, then a small envelope of brown H was emtpied
into the spoon and mixed.  The spoon was heated up and the contents drawn
into the syringe.  Surgical tubing was wrapped tight around her upper arm,
then, she found a vein.  Ms.Fung had done this hundreds of times.  The
syringe went in, she drew blood, and then withdrew the tubing.  The heroin
was slowly injected into the helpless girl as she lay moaning and
sloberring in her lap.  She kicked suddenly a few times as the drug hit her
brain, and then she vomited on the backseat floor.  All too easy.  Normally
she would not use H on a girl for capture but she wanted to test the
quality of the shit, as she might need it later, so that was that.  The
girls runners were removed as was her jacket.  Her dress was pulled over
her head and she was left in the back seat in just her bra and tights, a
small blood spot on her arm.  Ms.  Fung drove to a deserted spot a mile
away, near a park, and finished the job.  Alyssa was knocked out cold by
the time they got there.  She was deposited into the trunk and tied up with
pantyhose.  Ankles crossed over and tied, tied at the knees, wrists tied
around her back and her items were thrown into the back and the trunk was
closed.  Ms.  Fung made a phone call to "Mr.  Big", who told her to drop of
her merchandise at a pre arranged spot out of town.  An hour later, she
watched with wicked satisafaction as Alyssa was picked up in the arms of a
big chinese man, moaning slightly, restless anew, and carried to another
van.  She would be knocked out with sodium pentathol for her transport, and
sold to a rich client for big money.  At 5 percent Ms.  Fung got a $5,000
bonus for her capture.  A fine sum for 2 days work.  She would have given
anything to see her highly prized virginity taken, before being drugged
regularily by her pimp/owner, but she had other business to attend to...

   ACQUISTION #2:

   Back at the store a girl pedalled up to the front door.  She looked
maybe 15.  Ms.  Fung gave her a big smile as she walked in to the waiting
web.  It had been a slow week, the last good prospect, a 20 year old girl,
had come in with her mother, it was too complicated to do them both.  This
little prize would be it if she was alone.  Her name was Lorrie, she was a
14 1/2 and had long blonde hair tied in a scrunchie.  She was cauacasion,
5' 1" , green eyes and 90 lbs with budding breasts.  She was wearing hip
hugger blue jeans, a blue long sleeved sweater and a belt.  She had some
lipstick on with just a hint of blush and dark eye liner.  Ms.  Fung just
nodded and said "Let me know if you need any help".  "Ok thanks" Lorrie
said, a little shy.  She was browsing the more expensive unitards, some
flesh/tan colored, some black.  She also browsed the tights rack, which had
dance and fashion tights for all ages.  Ms.  Fung noticed she had a great
ass.  She kept her cool and flipped through her fashion magazine.  She
needed to get her into the change room to do her.  "We have a great sale on
tights this week, let me know what you might like" Ms.Fung said hopefully,
with a becoming smile.  Lorrie looked at a pair of tan colored eurotard
brand tan tights, full footed.  "There is no price on these" Lorrie said,
holding the package up.

   "Oh, yes, the eurotards are on sale, those are only 8 dollars this week,
I have several pairs you can try on, they are a great buy" Ms Fung said. 
"Thats not bad", Lorrie said, "I thought they were about 15 bucks".  "We
got a big shipment in, so we are pricing those to move, are you needing
them for dance or for an outfit?" Ms Fung asked, and she moved out from
behind her desk, herself dressed in a rose colored ballet dress with with
tan tights, and canvas slippers, looking very nice indeed.  She glided
towards the unsuspecting girl.  "For a new dance class, ok, I will try a
pair on and see, oh and I will try on a leotard" Lorrie said.  "Oh fine,
you need to use the change room here, for privacy, hold on" Ms.  Fung said.
"You dont need to be shy, the room is locked and private", she added with a
smirk.  She came out of the back holding a pair of tan tights and a long
sleeved pink leotard with crotch snaps for the girl.  Lorrie took them into
the change room, guided to the right one by her soon to be assailant.  Ms.
Fung turned on the monitor and went outside to get the girls bike.  She
brought it inside and switched the "closed" sign on, locking the door and
dimming the lights.  She watched Lorrie strip off her sweater,blouse,jeans,
panties, and socks and sit down on the bench via the hidden camera.  She
put her shapely calf into the left leg first, rolling them up like a
practiced dancer puts them on.  In no time she pulled up both legs and was
resplendant in her tan tights.  The tights were a thick denier 60 with a
reinforced toe and crotch.  She then eased into the leotord and snapped up
the crotch.  She pranced around looking at herself in the full length
mirror.  She had beautifull long legs, melon sized breasts and a shapely
ass.  Ms.  Fung went through the back and got her supplies.  She could use
the ether as this wasnt a quick street grab.

   Ms.  Fung went to the back of the double door and opened it, holding an
ether soaked pair of socks in her hand.  Lorrie turned and looked
surprised, "what is that?" she asked in a small voice.  She was the vision
of loveliness.  Ms.  Fung said nothing, just lunged at her, spun her around
and clamped the soaked socks to her face, covering her nose and mouth while
holding on to her slim waist.  "NO, NO, No!!!" Lorrie sputtered under the
rag.  She kicked wildly and flung her arms as Ms.  Fung held her in an iron
grip, looking at her captive in the full length mirror.  Ms.  Fung smiled
as the young girl sucked in breath after breath of the sweet ether.  They
danced the dance of the white slaver, Ms.  Fungs favorite ballet.  "Breath
in deep my child", Ms.  Fung said with an evil look.  Lorrie was getting
very weak, her legs were numb, she was floating, she could feel the talons
of her captor holding her tightly.  What was happening to her?  She saw a
pretty young girl in the mirror that looked just like her being knocked out
by an evil looking chinese ballet mistress, could that be her?  She slumped
to her knees, her eyes fluttered, then closed.  Ms.  Fung clamped the socks
tightly to her face, giving no mercy for the child.  She removed the cloth
and looked down at Lorrie.  Her head flopped over, she was heavily overcome
by the noxious fumes.  Her lipstick was smeared off on the socks.  She had
some drool come out on the corner of her mouth.

   Her arms were limp.  She was out.  Ether does not keep someone knocked
out for long, not like in the cheap B movies, and Ms.  Fung knew she had to
act decisevely to finish her capture.  Another $5,000 was coming soon she
thought.  Ms.  Fung let the girl drop to the carpet with a thud.  She lay
still.  Ms.  Fung picked her up and flung her over her shoulder, carrying
her to the cot room where she laid her down over the spread wool blanket on
the cot.  She went back and collected her things, and put her bike in the
van.  She made another phone call, but was shocked to find that "Mr.  Big"
had the heat on, and was taking no deliveries for another week.  Well,
fuck, Ms.  Fung thought, if she wasnt sold she was let go, that was policy.
Letting them go is a very expensive process, and means shutting the store
down, and moving, possibly leaving the country.  Dammit, she thought.  Ms.
Fung called another #, "Derek the Dike" a local lesbian whoremaster who
traded in street girls.  At least she could get a few dollars and ensure
that her latest acquisition went missing for long enough to buy her some
time.  She might get $500-1000 dollars for her, they didnt pay much but
they were there when you needed them.  She told them 2 hours, and she would
be by with her cargo.  They needed a girl for the corner, apparently some
high grade H had over dosed a few of the regulars in Dereks stall, and she
needed talent soon.  Bills had to be payed.

   Ms.  Fung went back to the cot room and looked down at Lorrie.  She was
semi-concious and lying on her back on the cot.  Her right leg was draped
over the side and her arms hung down.  She looked very tempting.  Ms.  Fung
decided there and then to break her in, she would be a whore to be sold. 
She knew that she was probably a virgin.  First thing was first, her cherry
needed to be popped.  She went to work.  The first thing she did was pull
her scrunchie out of her hair and let her blond locks drape free.  She tied
her wrists together with nylons behind her back, then rolled her supine
again.  Her ankles and knees were tied the same way.  She poured a glass of
vodka and orange in a glass tumbler and took a tylenol 3 and waited for
Lorrie to wake up.  Lorrie gradually opened her eyes and said "where am I?,
what, what do you want with me?" she was still very groggy from the ether.
Ms.  Fung said "you need to drink now, do as I say", and with that she held
the girls nostrils shut and forced the tablet into her mouth as she fought
to breath.  The vodka was spilled down her throat, and she was forced to
drink.  After two more drinks she had consumed enough to make a 14 year old
blasted.

   Ms.  Fung left the room to change, when she came back 20 minutes later,
her hair was flowing freely about her shoulders.  She was dressed in thigh
high slut boots and a red spandex top, and red fishnet tights that came
with a hole in the crotch, and a 10 inch double ended black dildo strapped
to her cunt.  Lorrie gasped when she opened her eyes and noticed her.  "Oh
my, god, what is that thing?" she asked slowly, her words slow and
unsteady. She was smashed.  "Your special day is here, my sweet" Ms.  Fung
said as she untied the girls legs.  She spread out Lorries gossamer tan
legs over either edge of the cot, and produced a pair of sharp scissors. 
The snaps of her leotard were first, then she pulled up the material of her
tights and cut out the cotton gusset.  "No, oh no, not that" she protested
weakly.  Her budding maidenhood was now exposed.  Next came her bra.  Ms.
Fung pulled at the elastic material of her leotard, and expertly sliced the
front and shoulder of the bra, which was then pulled out.  She cut a
section of leotard and pulled it down to expose her right tit.  Lorrie
protested "please stop that" she said in a fearfull tone.  Ms Fung sucked
on her exposed breast and nibbled and licked her nipple.  Lorrie moaned and
squirmed.  Ms.  Fung then knelt at the foot of the cot and drew Lorrie to
her with her arms and positioned herself so the girls sex was at the edge.
Ms.  Fung looked hungrily down at the drunk teenager and lowered her lips
to the crack of her almost hairless cunt lips...she licked, and she sucked,
smacking and wetting Lorries budding pussy with her expert tongue and full
red lips.  Lorrie bucked and kicked weakly, but she was too smashed to do
much resisting, her arms still bound behind her.  She got her first tongue
washing from her rapist and she was overcome with fear and helplessness,
yet part of her was soothed by the sensation the forbidden act was giving
her now wet crotch.

   Ms.  Fung kept Lorries legs apart easily, the girl was no match for her,
drunk or sober.  The sucking sounds continued as Lorrie bucked weakly and
her assailant burind her tongue deep in the girls snatch.  The edge of the
cut hole in Lorries tights were wet with saliva, and her "teacher" kept up
the onslaught.  "Oooooohhhh, no, no, huh, aghh, aghh, god no, no, no"
Lorrie squeeled, but to no avail.  Ms.  Fungs crotch was now on fire.  She
went up on her knees and probed the young girl with the tip of her black
war spear.  Lorrie bucked and cried "Oh my god no, im not old enough for
that, im just fourteen, please" she begged.  With that Ms.  Fung withdrew,
and showed Lorrie a bottle of sex lubricant.  She ripped off the top and
splotched a huge gob of it on the tip of the massive dildo.  She then
applied a large ammount to Lorries cunt lips, letting it ooze down over her
thighs.  "This will ease the passage of my love tool" she cooed to the
girl, dont resist".  Ms Fung positioned herself at the entrance to Lorries
forbidden love hole and pushed in.  "Nughhhhhhhhhh, ughhhhhhh...." Lorrie
squirmed.  Ms.  Fung had aimed well and the shaft had gone in deep into the
helpless girl.  Now she would have her triumph.  "Now I must have your
maidenhood!" Ms.  Fung cried, and forced the huge phallus past Lorries
barrier.  Lorrie screamed as her hymen was ripped away.  Lorrie bucked and
kicked, the pain was intense, despite the drugging.  Her inexperienced cunt
lips were unable to fully react to the plunging shaft as she was impaled by
the chinese whoremaster.  "PLEASE NO!!!" Lorrie cried, tears streaming down
her bright cheeks.  "The pain will subside my child" Ms.  Fung cooed icily,
"now you will be ridden".  The dildo was pulled out of the shocked teen and
re plunged into her broken depths.  She was bucked back and forth on the
cot as her cunt passage was violated to ruin.  The wet, smacking sound was
accompanied by the straining sound of the cot as it was strained on its
wooden legs with each thrust.  Ms.  Fung hoped the cot would not break. 
Minutes past and the rapist was brought to orgasm, "TAKE THAT YOU BITCH"!!!
she screamed and she gradually stopped her deep probing.  The slick dildo
was slowly drawn out like a huge stained snake from Lorries impossibly
stretched twat, smeared with virgin blood and sex grease.  Lorrie had
passed out.  The deed was done, she was broken in.

   She pulled off Lorries ruined, stained, tights and replaced them with a
fresh pair of black DKNY ballet tights after wiping her greased cunt down
to clean her up.  Rape was so messy sometimes.  She had deflowered many,
many girls and never tired of the thrill.  She changed, came back to the
cot and threw Lorrie over her shoulder.  She went out to the van and put
her in the back.  Her knees were retied with pantyhose to ensure she was
immobilized well enough.  The booze and pills would keep her subdued for
awhile, she wasnt going anywhere fast.  Lorrie was conscious but numb,
moaning in the back of the van.  Ms.  Fung quickly cleaned up the store and
drove to the meeting place where Derek the Dike had arranged.  At the
meeting place Derek, a mean looking 60 year old fat hag with grey hair in a
bun and blue jeans and a mans work shirt, pulled her out of the van,
slapped Lorrie a few times to get her attention, and made her hobble over
to a waiting four door sedan.  Lorrie, still only dressed in black ballet
tights and a pink leotard with the crotch snaps undone, could hardly make
the 6 feet.  Her golden hair hung tangled and she was covered in sweat. 
Her young breasts were wet with perspiration, and the thin material hid
little of her globes, the right one still exposed from the cut of the
garment.  As she got to the open passenger door Derek took out a syringe
and asked Ms.  Fung what she had been given.  Ms.  Fung informed her of her
newly found womanhood, and that she had been forced to drink booze and
pills before the trip.  Derek nodded and stuck the 1cc syringe of of
morphine in Lorries left butt cheek, "Somebody help me!" she cried out, and
was then roughly shoved into the back as the young dancer started to get
dizzy.  Her "new" profession was not far off, and there were customers to
satisfy.  Ms.  Fung drove away, satisfied as to her trade, pleased she made
$1000 dollars from the now ruined girl...

   ACQUISITION #3:

   Nicole was in Hong Kong, in of of the Bejing Trading Ltd.  companies
high end whore houses.  She had been in the States only a weeks before, a
very precocious and popular grade 11 student in a west coast high school.
Her journey to the Far East was a hazy and confused memory.  She was in a
cargo hold with a dozen other girls.  The hold was setup like a small
barracks with 6 six cots on each side, a small table at one end for meals,
and there was a dingy toilet in another room close by.They were all
originally hooked up to anasthetic I.V.  drips and were brought to
consciousness not long after sailing.  She was sick through most of the
voyages first day.  Their original clothes had all been removed and
replaced with a very simple wardrobe of red soccer shorts, white cable knee
high socks and a cheap, red long sleeved cotton blouse.  They had no bra or
panties.  They all had a necklace around their necks with either a large A,
or a B on them.  She had no idea why.  Hers was a B, she hoped that was
good news.  Most of the girls looked between 13 and 18 years old.  The
handlers were all oriental women, one to each girl, most who did not speak
very good english and their favorite way of communicating was by pointing,
yelling in chinese or vietnamese, or slapping them.  They were not bound as
the cargo hold was very secure, and they were allowed to talk and move
about the hold.  once a day they were escorted to a shower, and they had an
hour above deck, to exercise under close supervision if they wanted to,
before being brought back to the dingy hold.  They looked like some bizarre
version of a junior high soccer team.  One young blonde girl was being led
back from the upper deck clothed in a blue gymnastic leotord and glossy
white tights and white knee high gym socks.  Maybe they ran short of
"uniforms" on the voyage?  She didnt know.  The girl in the leotard caused
a ruckus and was dragged back to her bed within a few minutes.  She bucked
and fought the I.V.  and was slapped a few times to subdue her, in minutes
she was rendered unconcious by an ether soaked rag, and then sodium
pentothal drip, and covered with her blanket.  Apparently she was a
troublemaker, but that was soon fixed.  The head minder yelled at her
underlings, obviously angry over the incident.  She knew the girls name was
Katrina, as she spoke to her at the meal table one day.  Katrina was sure
that they were being held for ransom, as her father was a rich California
lawyer, but other girls had much darker theories.  One girl remembered the
chinese lady coming into her room in the middle of the night and making her
breath in something in a rag that knocked her out.  Another remembered
sitting alone at a bus stop after school where the chinese lady had stuck
her in the thigh with a needle.  About half of them had similar tales.  On
the sailings 10th day, they were given no food, just diet pepsi.  In the
early morning hours, each girls I.V.  was reconnected and they were
rendered unconcious by the sodium pentothal drips.

   Next she awoke, she was in a van, still dressed the same and being
driven along a winding back street in some large city that had a lot of
orientals.  She was alone in the back, securely bound with duct tape.  She
was carried into a large building and deposited into a solitary room with a
large bed, a small bathroom, and a table and chair.  There was a single
window that looked barred, with thick frosted glass.  She wasnt going
anywhere.  She was untied and allowed to recover for a few days.  She
noticed a small camera that was mounted in the upper corner, and was warned
by the fat ugly man that carried her here that she would be used to fuck
horses on film if she tried to cause any trouble, or escape.  She was
terrified of the prospect, and did not cause any trouble.  Was she being
held for ransom?  Her parents were not rich.  She thought perhaps they had
mistaken her with some rich couples daughter?  She tried to tell her minder
on the voyage about the mistake, but she never replied to her questions.

   The last memories of freedom for her were her attending her high schools
country themed costume dance.  She had gone as Daisy Duke (the TV show) and
was dressed in a red and white check shirt, tied just above her belly
button, very tight cutoff jeans, and glossy, thick smokey tan nylons and
cowboy boots.  She was a brunette, and let her hair flow loose around her
shoulders.  She overdid the lipstick and makeup and looked very cheap,
which is what she wanted.  She was waiting in the parking lot of the high
school with a crowd when she noticed her mothers SUV pull up on the
roadside and blink the lights at her.  She waved goodbye to her friends and
walked over to the SUV.  When she got around to the passenger side the door
was already open but instead of her mother there was a chinese woman,
dressed all in black.  She stopped and said "Oh im sorry I have the wrong
van".  The next thing she remembers was being hit over the head with
something, and dragged into the vehicle.  It was moving away on the road
within 10 seconds and she was lying on her back in the back of an SUV with
this familiar looking chinese woman, her head hurt very much, and she was
confused.  In her state she managed to remember where her captor?, was
from. It was the store she bought the nylons from, World of Dance, they had
a great sale on and she got her nylons there for two dollars.  The lady was
very chatty and asked her all kinds of questions.  Her mother, who was with
her (which really pissed off Ms.  Fung), paid by credit card, also buying a
new skating dress for her daughter, and two pairs of skating tights.  She
remembered telling her about the dance and that she wanted thick pantyhose
to go with her outfit.  Her mother dissaproved, but bought them anyways. 
Of course Ms.  Fung got her address and phone number, and was able to
acquire a duplicate SUV that matched exactly her families, that, wouldnt
you know it, was held up in a minor accident with a stupid chinese pizza
delivery driver (in a Bejing Export Ltd.  car).  Nobody was hurt thank
heavens, but the man drove off after arguing about who had caused it.  Her
poor mother would be 30 minutes late to pickup her daughter, when she
arrived, she didnt find Nicole, who by that time, was destined for a new
career in Hong Kong.

   Originally Ms.  Fung had flagged Nicole to be a "A" which was a slave to
be sold to a high bidder, but there was a shortage of western girls at the
brothels, so Nicole went to being a "B", which only brought Ms.  Fung $2000
dollars, but it wasnt bad for a nights work, and Ms.  Fung had already
received $7500 for a 12 year old cheerleader who had been silly enough to
ride her bike to the shop last week, just as Ms.  Fung was closing up, oh
yes, she had said, come on inside, we are always open for more business. 
So there Nicole was, groaning on the floor of the van as her assistant, Mr.
Cho, drove to the designated drop off spot.  Ms.  Fung first slid off
Nicoles cowboy boots, savoring her long, nylon covered, coltish legs as
they dropped back down after the boots had been removed.  She then turned
on the nitros oxide and the bottle let out a hiss.  She preffered gas if it
was a long drive, and tonight it was.  Nicole managed to sit up on her
elbows and looked around her, her head ached terribly.  Ms.  Fung wrapped
an arm around the girls neck and brought the mask tightly up to her mouth
and nose, after quickly brushing aside her unkempt hair.  Nicole inhaled
the medicinal smelling laughing gas.  "Breath in the perfume, my sweet,
there is no escape", Ms.  Fung told her deliberately.  "Hmmmghhfff!", was
Nicoles best reply, drowned out by the hissing sound.  Nicole realised what
the gas was for, and her heart raced, she kicked her legs around in a
frenzy and grabbed at the mask to dislodge it but her captor was too
strong. Ms.  Fung regretted not binding Nicoles arms, but she usually didnt
get this much fight from a 16 year old girl that had been whacked out cold
by a sap.  Not that it mattered, the child would be hers soon.  Ms.  Fung
groped her captives breasts, feeling their plump mass.  Nicole started to
feel light headed.  Why was she making a big deal about all this?  was she
being driven home?  She didnt think it was all so bad now, and she was
feeling so good and tingly.  Her legs felt all rubbery and loose, like they
were somebody elses.  Her head didnt hurt anymore.  Why was she dressed in
nylons?  Her legs looked so funny in just nylons.  She giggled and tried to
touch them but her arms wouldnt work.  Who was this lady and where did she
come from?  Nicole was eased back down on the floor of the van.  She was so
tingly and floating now.  The ladys face was all fuzzy looking and she
didnt care anymore where she was.  Her brain was nicely soaked in laughing
gas.  Nicole saw the lady slide her cutoffs down her legs and off, it was
all so dreamy.  The ladys long red painted fingernails massaged her private
area, that felt so good.  She let out a final "gulllmppfhh", and her eyes
closed.  After molesting her catpive through her pantyhose Ms.  Fung rolled
her over and tied her wrists with pantyhose, then rolled her back over
again, and bound her shapely legs the same way, at the ankles, and knees.
She made sure that mask was on her face securely with the elastic band and
left the unconcious teen "Daisy Duke" in the back to drift off to neverland
as she went up front for the journey to the pier, and the cargo ship, two
hours drive away.  She was afrid that any more touching of her prize, she
would end up raping the girl, and would not be paid.  Self control was a
virtue.

   The morning after her arrival in her "dorm room", she was given a shower
downstairs, and when she came back to her room, with only a towel, a minder
came in with her, a chinese woman who she recognised from the ship.  She
sat her down at the edge of the bed and handed her a glass of red wine. 
"Drink this, it will settle your stomach", she said, with a thick chinese
accent.  "My parents aren't rich this, this is all a big mistake!" Nicole
pleaded.  "Hush and do as we say", the minder replied.  She held up the
glass to her lips.  Nicole drank the wine all down, it wasnt that strong,
and was a bit bitter.  The woman left and they watched her on camera for an
hour.  Nicole was unsteady on her feet after about 10 minutes then laid
down and was still.  The roofies had done the work and she was out cold. 
Two women went in and went to work on the drugged beauty, one doing her
makeup and the other dressing her.  She was dressed in a frilly canary
yellow blouse, glossy white DIM pantyhose, and a short white spandex skirt
that barely covered her privates.  Her hair was brushed out, and she was
doused in cheap perfume.  They then left to come-to on her own, which took
about 6 hours.  She had a customer coming who wanted her as he had ordered.
Her will would be broken today.

   Nicole stirred and finally sat up.  She could see that she had been made
up by looking at the far wall opposite the bed, where there was a built in
full length mirror.  She wasnt sure it was her.  She stumbled over and had
a look at what they had done to her.  She had a lot of blush on and her
lips were lipsticked bright pink, and her eyes were done heavily in dark
shadow, making her look middle eastern.  Her hair was combed to one side
and held in place with a barrett.  The skirt clung to her hips and just
barely covered her.  Her breasts were well defined by the yellow blouse,
and she had no bra.  Her legs had expensive looking white pantyhose.  Why
had she been drugged and kidnapped?  were they going to rape her!?  She had
heard of stories of girls being taken by white slavers, but wasnt that just
on tv?  Surely they would be ransomed.  All her questions were answered
when her first "john" came in.  He was about 6" tall, 50ish, he was dark
skinned with short hair and was dressed in jeans and a brown shirt.  When
he spoke he sounded Middle Eastern.  "Go lay on the bed girl, I have come
for you" he said in a business like tone.  She knew she had been procured
as a whore.

   Nicole recoiled and scrambled to the far side of the bed.  "No, dont Im
not supposed to be here!" she cried.  The man strode over to her and
grabbed her, throwing her to the middle of the bed.  "Shut up and do as you
are commanded!" he spat.  He struck her across the cheek several times. 
Nicole lay stunned.  The man undid his belt and quickly threw off his
jeans, and the rest of his clothes.  Nicole lay on the bed with her arms
over her breasts, sobbing and looking terrified.  He felt under her blouse
and rubbed her breasts, then pulled off the garment, laying her chest bare.
He kissed her and tonged her, she moaned and squirmed but did not resist.
She gasped as he produced a small knife, and began cutting the crotch of
her pantyhose, then he pulled off her skirt.  "No, dont!  no", she cried
but it was to no avail.  The mans penis grew hard quickly, Nicole had never
seen a mans dink up close before and had a hard time beleiving it was real.
It was a full foot long, thick, and had a greyish brown color to it,
thickly veined, and a large reddish head.  His balls were huge and hairy.
"Please no, im not ready for something like this" she pleaded.  The man
grabbed Nicoles main and after saying "suck my dong, or I will kill
you",forced the girls mouth on to his staff.  Nicole gagged and almost
threw up, her head being pushed from the back.  She got her lips around the
snake and did as she was bidden.  Her cheap lipstick covered the tip of her
assailants dick as she was forced to suck him off.  "Enough" he said, he
was stiff enough now.  The man pushed Nicole down to the bed again, and
went down on his payed-for-snatch.  Nicole closed her eyes and lay still,
as the man performed oral sex on her.  She moaned softly and started to
cry. The man was thorough, probing her deeply with his experinced tongue,
licking her clean, preparing her for entry.

   Nicole opened her reddened eyes to see him holding a small package of
lube, and he smeared it on her cunt lips.  She tried to push his hand away
and was smacked for it.  He emptied the rest on his love snake and stroked
himself proudly.  He then knelt between her silky thighs and forced her
apart, then aimed his tool at her entrance.  She gasped as he made contact
with her cunt lips, and then, with all his weight, he pushed his stiff 12
inch Egyptian tool past her cunt lips and into her unplowed private box. 
"UGHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried.  Nicole looked down and saw the huge lubricated
staff stuffed into her clitoris.  The pain was deep and it spread through
her abdominal area.  Her breathing was quick and desperate, she was covered
in anxious girl sweat.  Then, after a brief pause, he pushed past her
innocence barrier and deep into her cunt.  Nicole bucked with her legs but
was pinnedby the much bigger man, who started to fuck her with his ample
uncut rod.  He split her open and went deep into her tunnel, as deep as he
could plough, almost the entire length of his manhood.  It made a
disgusting squelching sound as it sank into her depths to brush up against
her cervix.  His slut was finally still, staring at the ceiling, moaning
like a wounded fawn.  So he went to work.  Nicoles cunt was on fire, the
pain was incredible.  The rapist kept his rythm for a good 5 minutes,
grunting with each long stroke, before he yelled out "Take my seed you
slut!".  Nicole knew he was coming inside her.  Her "freshness" had been
sold on the black market for $5000, to the Egyptian arms dealer.

   He withdrew from his prize, and let her see that it was slick with her
innocence.  She could only lay there, covered in sweat, her legs still
apart, and stare at the instrument of her deflowering.  He got dressed and
left soon after.  Nicole was left in the room with her ruined clothes, and
smeared makeup.  She lay on the bed and tried to recover from her first
penetration, her sore pussy oozing man cum and the rape lube.  Minutes
later her minder came in holding a syringe.  She just looked up numbly as
she lay there and watched the woman go to work.  She grabbed her arm and
tied a peice of tubing around her upper arm.  "This will take away all of
your worries, my princess" she said.  Her arm stung, then the deed was
done. Within minutes Nicole was high on heroin, and being led to the toilet
so she could throw up, naked except for her pantyhose.  She was now much
easier to handle for her whoremasters.  She would earn her keep now.

   ACQUISITION #4:

   Her last victim at the dance shop was not a girl, and was really a
special order from the now back in business "Mr Big".  She had a long
standing unfilled order for a boy under 16, with girlish looks but few ever
came into the shop.  Ms.  Fung ended up going to many ballet classes in
search of the right boy to find.  She spent many hours with no luck untill
she met Lucas.  He was 13 , caucasion, 5"1" and lithe.  With long black
hair and green eyes he was perfect for what she needed.  She saw him in a
ballet school production of Sleeping Beauty, and admired the way he filled
out his costume.  Most important, was that he was so naive.  She made up a
story about needing a model for boys ballet wear and would pay $200 dollars
for a few hours work at the shop.  She needed him to be very discreet, as
the model agencies would be upset with her if they found she didnt use a
model from an agency.  The lure worked and Lucas showed up on a sunday at
noon.  Ms.  Fung was preparing to close shop and move, there was too much
heat on now, and she was going out east after this last acquisition, after
a spell in Thialand for a break.  Slaving was hard work.

   Lucas showed up and was given a pair of mens size small, glossy white
ballet tights with full feet, a small ballet belt to hide his modesty, and
white ballet slippers.  He was also given a costume top, which was a puffy
black ballet shirt, with fancy jewelled embroidery, for performances.  He
seemed a little hesitent about changing, but he was looking very fine in no
time.  He could easily be mistaken for a girl from the back, he had a
marvelous ass and the tights rode right up his crack, as they was meant to.
Ms.  Fung was dressed in a black velvet leotard, grey tights, and nothing
else.  Lucas seemed surprised by her bold attire, and a bit nervous.  As he
was a boy Ms.  Fung decided on clubbing him to be sure he would be trouble
free.  The back room had a white sheet wall and a camera all set up with
lights.  She positioned Lucas in front of the camera to give him posing
pointers, and then, without warning, brutally clubbed him on the brain pan
repeatedly with the cosh that she had handy in a nearby purse.  He went
down like a bag of dirt.  Hmmf, she thought.  Skinny little boy.  He was
carried to the van and thrown in.  The laughing gas was opened.  Lucas
moaned and struggled, but to no avail.  As the hissing sound started the
mask was slipped over his pretty face.  He was taken by van to the drop off
point after being trussed up very tightly with cheap pantyhose.  An hour
later he and was carried away by a black pimp who had Lucases rear end
greased up soon after his acquisition.  His new life would be as a
transvestite hooker in New York, giving blow jobs for 10 dollars a head,
after being beaten up, and hooked on heroin and pain killers.  He looked
great in 6 inch thigh high velvet spiked boots, white opaquetights and a
hot pink spandex cocktail dress and a flaming red wig.  He would do
anything for "Mr-T", who was his man, his drug dealer, his pimp.

   THE END
PROLOGUE:
Ms.  Fung enjoyed Thailand very much.  She had been very succesfull this

year, and felt business was going to be good.

   Feedback welcome at "nesfdancer@yahoo.ca" let me know what you liked or
didnt!, confidentiality respected.  I would be happy to hear from you.

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