Mistress Carla
The slaves of Carla
CHAPTER ONE
"Mei-Ling, I want you to undress and then suck my cock!" Harrison MacLoud said to the diminutive Chinese girl whom he had summoned to the opulently furnished den in his baronial mansion.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the handsome, middle-aged man seated behind the ornately carved desk. "Oh, no Sir, I couldn't do that," the pert maid protested as her saffron skin darkened with embarrassment. "You are a married man. You should not even think of asking me to do such things. What would the Misses MacLoud think is she knew you had done so?"
Hell it was her idea, Harrison thought. But he didn't tell the trembling young woman facing him that. Instead, he rose from behind the paper strewn desk and moved around it. "Yes," he admitted, "I am married. Recently married. However, my wife refuses to perform certain acts which I enjoy indulging in. Therefore, I must look elsewhere to obtain that sort of satisfaction. And you, Mei-Ling, are where I intended to find what I'm looking for."
"But, Sir," the dark-haired beauty protested. "I am not that sort of girl. What makes you think I would be a party to that?"
"The fact that you really have no choice," replied the trim, although graying, executive. "Now, stop arguing and do as you're told: get those clothes off and come here and suck me off." As he spoke, Harrison reached down and undid his zipper, the drew out his cock.
"I cannot!" Mei-Ling wailed plaintively. "I have never done such a thing before."
"You won't have any trouble, once you get started," her employer advised her. "And I want you to get started immediately."
"I cannot," Mei-Ling wailed again. "You cannot make me do such a vile thing."
"I think I can," Harrison replied, his voice cold. "If you refuse to do as I demand, I shall have no choice but to ask the Immigration Department about your status."
Mei-Ling stiffened perceptively. Her almond-shaped eyes widened and tears formed in the corners of them. As he looked at her struggling with herself, Harrison felt a surge of power that made his stiff cock swell and dance before her terrified gaze.
Both of them knew that the young woman was in the country illegally, that calling official notice to her presence would result in her deportation to Taiwan, where she was wanted by the dictatorial government for so-called subversive activities. All the young woman had done was try to force the rulers of the island to allow those freedoms that the constitution of the country said were the rights of her people; but the government looked on the activities of her, and her allies, as attempting to overthrow them and reunite the island with the rest of China. Several of Mei-Ling's friends had been sentenced to death or to long terms in prison, which amounted to the same thing, as the survival rate in Taiwanese prisons was low, particularly for those serving long sentences.
"Please, Sir," the teary-eyed girl whimpered as her employer advanced toward her, his cock jiggling up and down with each step. "Please, do not force me to do what you want."
"I'm not forcing you to do anything," Harrison replied. "I'm giving you a choice: either obey my commands or have your presence here investigated."
Mei-Ling raised her eyes and looked up at the older man's face. There was no pity in his eyes, just pleasure and anticipation. "Well, Mei-Ling?" he asked in a smooth voice. "Which is it to be? It's only four o'clock: I can reach the Immigration Department before they close if you want me to."
"Nooooo," the dark-haired young woman moaned. "Please, don't do that."
"You're the one who has to decide whether I will or not," he reminded her sternly. "And, you'd better make up your mind fast."
The girl's bosom heaved with trepidation as she stood with her back to the door to the room. Harrison's eyes dropped to the moving mounds and his palms grew sweaty as he thought of twisting and caressing the abundant tits. Mei-Ling had extraordinarily big tits for one of her diminutive stature. "Well?" he demanded coolly as he surveyed her lush body and imagined how it would look when she'd removed the black uniform and whatever she was wearing beneath it.
For a moment, he thought he was going to have to carry his bluff farther, that he was actually going to have to go to the desk and lift the phone, pretending to dial the number that would start the Chinese girl on the road back to imprisonment and torture.
The Mei-Ling capitulated. With a sob, she lifted her hands to her throat and began unbuttoning the uniform. Harrison's face lit up in a smile as he watched her fingers move slowly down the front of her uniform, leaving undone buttons in their wake.
For the first time since shortly before his wedding, he felt as if he were in control of things again. Not that he was. He knew that this was Carla's situation and that his lovely, haughty wife was probably watching the scene at that very moment. The entire mansion had just been equipped with closed-circuit TV and he had no doubts that Carla was enjoying the sight of the crying girl undressing as much as he was.
Harrison had moved to the town some fifteen months earlier, after a series of mergers with other trucking companies had made it the ideal center for a network of companies that served four states. At the time, he had courted Carla Lewis in a normal fashion, even indulging her old-fashioned idea that she should refrain from fucking or giving head until she was his wife. The only thing that disturbed him had been her insistence that she wouldn't marry until she'd carried out a death-bed promise to her mother that she wouldn't marry anyone until she'd seen her twin brother Carl, situated in a financially secure position. The real fly in the ointment had been the fact that Carl was a wimp with an exaggerated idea of his ability and importance. Harrison had tried to arrange a position for the young man, but he'd been unsuccessful. The only positions Carl had considered himself worthy of had been beyond his ability to handle.
Finally in his frustration, Harrison had arranged to have the Lewis twins kidnapped and tortured. It had been his intention to dispose of Carl in a way that would've left no trace of him, and to keep Carla a prisoner in his home, a slave for him to vent his lust with as he pleased.
Unfortunately, as he had satisfied his desires with the girl, he had been careless. He hadn't shackled her securely to the bed on which he had forced her to blow him, before raping her vaginally and then anally. Carla had freed herself and turned the tables on him and Olga, the sadistic, Amazonish woman he had hired to effect the kidnapping and breaking of girl's spirit. Now he was the slave, as was Olga. Furthermore, there were now documents that described his actions against Carla, documents that insured that he would do nothing to harm her. If the documents were ever made public, it would mean ruin and prison for him.
Mei-Ling finished unbuttoning the uniform and looked at him with pleading eyes. He ignored the tears streaming down her broad, flat face and told her: "Get out of it and the rest of your clothes. I want you totally naked when you start sucking my cock."
With a sob, the pert little maid slipped the uniform down her arms. Under it, she was clad in black bikini underwear, a black garter belt and dark stocking. She looked at him once more, saw that he was not going to relent in his obscene demands of her, and reached behind her back to undo the clasps of her bra-strap.
"Beautiful, simply beautiful," Harrison murmured as he put his hands on her luxurious tits as soon as she'd uncovered them. As Mei-Ling slipped one dainty foot from her shoe and unhooded the stockings from the tab of her garter belt, her employer let his fingers caress the full mounds of her tits.
Despite her revulsion, Harrison's hands soon had Mei-Ling's nipples swelling. In contrast to her tits, which were oversized in relation to the rest of her body, the Chinese girl's nipples were small, delicate. Still, they rose and expanded under the insidiously moving hands.