More out of idle curiosity than any preconceived plan, Tse Ling reached down the side of the sofa with his free hand to where she had put her handbag. He opened it and idly thumbed through the contents. There were several photographs in her bag, he drew them out to look at them better… He froze, she felt his fingers withdraw from her bottom. She looked around and saw that he was looking at the photo of her missing sister Tina. The one she always carried in her bag. The look on the Oriental's face told her that this was the man who knew all about Tina's sudden disappearance… this was the track that could lead to her being found but she also saw the look of extreme anger and cruelty in the fiendish eyes. Tse Ling knew he had been deceived by this attractive young woman. He did not like to be taken for a fool. He had to find out what this young woman was up to. It would be dangerous to let her find out too much about him and his Agency. He had to find out why she had this photo of a young girl whom he had recently sold to a foreign buyer for one of the exclusive brothels in the South of France. It was a whorehouse where a good price could be had for a pretty English girl of not yet twenty.
He dug two fingers wickedly up into Susan's stretched and aching asshole. He was not intent on giving her any pleasure now… only pain. He worked his fingers in her to their knuckle. "Who is this girl?" he snapped, holding the print in front of her face. She did not answer at once, and then she screamed as his fingers began to open and twist deep inside her hot aching shit-hole.
"She's… she's my… sister," she gasped. "My husband and I are trying to find her."
"Your husband?" Tse Ling was on his guard even more. "You said he was he was abroad."
' He's… he's not. He's waiting for me in his car outside. Not far away…" she mumbled, hoping that the revelation that Jack was near would make this horrid cruel man ease up on her. She thought she was clever, he was already taking his fingers out of her asshole. He was afraid, perhaps he would have to let her go now… but he was not letting her get up, instead he was clambering on her back… she felt not his fingers but his rigid prick at the entrance to her asshole.
"You bitch… you filthy white lying bitch," she heard him muttering. "I'll give you something you'll never forget, white bitch."
She suddenly felt the weight of the man's body along her back, a dull aching pressure being applied to her tight anus, she felt his hands fumbling between his body and her ass, she knew what he was going to do and knew with certainty that she could not do anything to stop this awful rape of her asshole. For several seconds she felt him probing and shifting his position slightly on her raised backside and then when she sensed that he had gained the right line of direction, she tensed herself for the pain she knew was to follow. It felt as if inner fingers were forcing her asshole crudely wide apart to allow the thick cock that he pressed to her to enter her. The sensation of being filled was suddenly upon her, accompanied with a searing almost unbearable pain. She listened to him babbling to the man in their strange tongue, she did not understand a word, but guessed they were speaking about her husband who waited nearby in the car. The tone of their voices added to her anxiety. The other man went from the room and quite obviously he was going out to look for Jack. She knew that under some pretense or other they would get Jack up here into the building, and once both of them were literally prisoners of this evil Tse Ling there would not be much hope of them escaping… like the young sister they were looking for, they too would disappear, and this time perhaps no clues would be left for anyone else to discover and follow the trail.
Susan tried with all her strength to get away from the body clinging to her asshole, to avoid that spearing cock that rammed into her bowels and yet, even as she struggled and cried out, she knew her efforts were doomed to failure. The wily strong little man was using her contortions and writhings to help him sink his thick pecker deeper into her rectum. His weight finally flattened her down on her front on the bed, she turned her head to see his evil face leering at her, the expression on the sallow countenance was one of utter triumph over her… his cock was inside her anus to the deepest extent. For the first time in her life her flaccid soft ass was filled with rock-hard cock.
The pain was far worse than when she had lost her virginity to an elderly clergyman at twelve. Then her ravisher had been patient, had allowed her time to get used to having a man in her cunt. True he had put his penis into the proper channel, and before the rape was over he had given her some measure of excited pleasure. She was sure there was to be no pleasure at any stage in this vile rape of her asshole by the Oriental procurer.
Tse Ling gently rocked to and fro on her back, letting his cock lever itself against the tight gripping walls of her shit-passage and, incredible as it seemed, Susan began to feel her passage relaxing and not experiencing quite such intense pain as had been her lot when first she had been violated up her ass. She began to find she wanted to try and be an active partner in this unnatural union. She had the urge to rotate and writhe her asscheeks back at his loins, to get some sort of mutual tempo in the movements of their bodies. Tse Ling grinned with evil satisfaction as he looked down at the fleshy white asscheeks jerking back at him, at the way she was moving her whole ass in a small circle of erotic sensuality. Once again the fact that is known to all procurers and one they all trade upon was being made abundantly clear… that in every woman, however virtuous, there is a tiny bit of a desire to be a whore. Most do not get the opportunity to display or to exploit this deep inner desire, but when, as in the case of this young wife, it is made easy and natural for them to behave wantonly, they are not slow to respond.
It was a pity, he told himself, that he could not afford to take the risk of keeping her with him and having a constant sweetly satisfying use of her lush body. He would have to get rid of her husband, and she would have to be sold in the same way that her sister had departed, only much more quickly. Tse Ling did not want to keep this white piece of ass in his establishment a minute longer than was necessary. He was not sure if she and her husband had told anyone else of their suspicions of the Agency. One more indication that he was under any sort of suspicion and he would have to close up the Agency and start again under a new and different guise. If indeed he could get away with it this time, after his luck had held on so many occasions.
Jack Bowing was about to get out of the car and feed the parking meter yet again when a grinning slant-eyed man knocked on the car door. "Please… you Mister Bo-wing… wait for wife, yes? You come with me please… wife want you… send me for you… come quickly… please." The singsong voice was persuasive, not commanding. Jack knew that if Susan was sending for him something must be wrong. He quickly walked along, with the little Oriental at his side. He was suspicious and yet he had to go and find out what was happening. After all this waiting he was pleased to have a chance to have some action. He was not so pleased when, as soon as he stepped through the swing doors of the outer office of the Agency he was grabbed by two strong yellow-skinned little men who made up for their lack of stature by the clever way in which they applied crucial armholds on him. With both arms held painfully to his back, he was escorted from the main office along a corridor towards the rear of the premises. For a brief moment they paused at the half open door of the room in which Tse Ling was, and found himself hypnotized into stupified tautness at what he saw. His lovely wife was on all fours like an animal, the beastly little hairy yellow-fleshed man was on her back like a dog with a bitch. The thick penis was buried up into Susan's ass, but what made Jake all the more horrified was the way in which his wife was urging on the fiendish Oriental who was clamped to her buttocks. She had reached under her open thighs and was cradling the long drooping ball-sac of the man in her palm. From her contorting mouth came the obscene chant, "Do it harder… fuck me harder… ohraauuuurrrgggghhaaaa… please… harder and dig it deeper into me… ooorrraauugghhhh!!!!"