General Chen`s White Torture Slave

General Chen’s

White Torture Slave

Three

General Chen, the ruling dictator of the island state of Botaia, was convinced that the peasant girl was of no further use to him.

He had had her for four weeks down here in his private torture chambers. Four weeks was a little fast for a girl to be used up. He usually spent more time on them before loosing his interest in experimenting with the amount pain he could cause them before actually destroying their bodies. Chen sighed in regret. This one was destroyed and it was time he finished her off. The decision was in no way fueled by pity on his part. It was rather a decision born out of boredom. He thought for a moment about the most arousing way to finish her. He considered using the flamethrower to slowly incinerate her. Then he decided to simply leave the matter to one of his assistant rather then to do it himself.

He gazed around his torture chamber, something that always gave him some satisfaction, while listening to her moans and sobs. This was actually the main torture chamber of his private dungeons deep beneath his palace. There were four others which were less richly equipped and not as large as this one. Those were for prisoners which were of minor interest to him. Three of them were equipped with the usual torture devices and instruments. Chairs with restraints, portable generators for electric shocks. The fourth was somewhat specially designed for male prisoners. Most of the devices there were designed for genital torture of men. Chen thought briefly of the young peasant currently in there. He was naked and his wrists and ankles tightly cuffed and chained to the four corners of a metal table. There was loop of leather cord tightly, very tightly wound around his balls. A second was wound equally tight around the base of his cock. Both loops were attached to a chain hanging from the wall which went straight up and was pulled tight. The young man had to arch his body entirely backwards and support all his weight on his feet and hands if he wanted to avoid his balls and cock to be torn out by its roots.

Chen considered leaving his main torture chamber and paying the boy a visit. Maybe whipping his balls again would give him some amusement. But he decided against it. It would bring him more frustration than pleasure, anyway. Since his early childhood Chen had had this eternal fascination with the pain of other people to say nothing about the pleasure of inflicting it. And in time he found out that he somehow enjoyed it the most when people had their genitals tortured, his sadistic pleasure at its peak when men and women alike had their sexual organs squeezed, crushed, shocked and beaten. Now, he was certainly not homosexual. That would be sick. Nevertheless, seeing a man’s cock and balls tortured made his pulse quicken and his own cock swell in pleasure born out of the feeling of raw supremacy – since he was the conqueror, the alpha male who had degreed this man to suffer. But for Chen the torture of a man was always an appetizer. For him the fulfillment lay in the pain of women. And that was, what the main torture chamber in his private dungeons was for. It was by far larger then the other pain-rooms. Here he had a vast and highly sophisticated arsenal of torture devices, instruments and machines at his disposal. Many of them especially designed and manufactured according to his own instructions – specifically designed for the torture of women.

For Chen this was the height of pleasure. To get a beautiful woman, if not a girl, down here and feeling his belly churn and his cock getting all hard from causing her tits and pussy excruciating pain. And to fuck them, of course. The more beautiful they were, the more time he took with them; squeezing out every drop of sexual pleasure he could get out of their pain, before they looks gave out and he started to cut and tear and rip at their flesh.

But, alas, that was the reason he refrained from looking the poor boy up in the neighboring torture room. There was little sense in working up his arousal, since for the moment there was no enticing female prisoner in his dungeons available to suffer for his sadistic gratification. He probably should have had another girl brought in from one of his state prisons as it became clear that the one just being dismissed by him as no longer of any amusement had little left to offer. But he had to admit to himself, that he was becoming tired of those women and girls taken from the streets of his capitol. Whether they were arrested as possible rebels or suspected for sympathizing with the rebel-movement or merely abducted by his men to be brought directly to his private dungeons…he was fed up with them and yearned for some variety.

He was tired of those sluts who had the same dark-yellow skin as he had. It was high time that he would get some white girls down here. In the last few years there had been quite a number of white women he had tortured to death in his dungeons. And Chen had enjoyed them very much. Most of them were bought from underground slave traders, though. So they had been already broken and dispirited when they came to him. The very best were the occasional few freshly abducted tourists from Thailand or the Philippines. One thing was the exoticism of their white skin, large breasts and differently shaped faces then those of Asian girls. One other thing was to study the tiny subtleties in the suffering of a white girl compared with the suffering of an Asian girl. But what he possibly enjoyed most about white girl-victims was their shock and disbelief when the tortures begin. He did not want some worn out whore from the slave trade for his pleasure. He wanted pampered princesses to crush beneath his heel, girls who were as astonished by the treatment as they were by the pain.

Yes, he thought to himself. He was fed up with those sluts from his own people. The next one must be a white girl. He went out the torture chamber and down the corridor with its currently empty cells towards the elevator which would bring him to the upper level of his palace directly to his office. He did not have to change, he was still in uniform. That was certainly a sign for the lack of pleasure this useless whore down there had given him during their last session. He normally enjoyed being naked while playing with his female victims.

He stepped out of the elevator and into his office. A panel slid in front of the elevator doors to hide it. The palace staff certainly knew or suspected why he General spent so many “working hours” in his office. But only he, two of his most trusted bodyguards and the doctor occasionally checking up on Chen´s torture victims knew the combination to activate the elevator. Even for a merciless dictator it was one thing that everybody knew he was a twisted, sexual sadist. Advertising his vices for everybody to see was another thing.

Chen stood in front of a large, golden mirror and inspected his appearance. He was a big man in every sense, his body tall and wide. He was potbellied, his arms and legs were massive and his hands were big. But underneath the fat there were strong muscles. He did not really need any torture devices, actually. He could break most men and woman with the sheer brute force of his body. He had virtually no neck. His big, bald head seemed to be placed directly on his shoulders. His face had a constant look of cruelty and menace. His nose was flat, his mouth wide and his almond-shaped eyes were deeply set in his eye-sockets. A thin mustache went over his fat lips and down the sides of his mouth. He wore his uniform with black boots, loosely fitting pants and a uniform jacket straining on his bulging belly. If he would have been naked, it would have been painfully clear that he was a big man in every sense.

His cock was huge. If erected, it was a bit thicker than a woman’s wrist and had a length of ten inches. Chen somehow felt that the size of his cock was in a way entitling him to satisfy his sadistic cravings with the pain of his captives. Wasn’t it only appropriate that weaker, smaller men and woman alike should suffer pain and agony in their cocks, balls, tits and pussies so that this majestic lance would rise in its entire splendor?

His fascination with causing pain had started in early childhood as he had captured flies and torn out their wings and legs, watching them twist on the family table. When he went out with his gang there was almost always a fight with a rival gang and he experienced his first erection while beating up a rival gang-member lying defenseless beneath him, as young Chen straddled him and kept pummeling his face. He soon encouraged his fellow gang-members to take prisoners and “have some fun with them”. Even then Chen was an imposing figure for his age and his brutality further intimidated and frightened rival gang-members and fellow gang-members alike. Chen´s family was moderately wealthy and thus there were no reason for young Chen to hang out with a group of street ruffians, really. But he did it for the mere thrill of it. The daily prospect of getting to hurt someone and feeling that strange pleasure compelled him to do so. As the years went by, he felt something important missing from his endeavors. The mere beating of tied up rival gang-members did not satisfy him as much as it used to. Then, as the first of many girls fell into the hands of his gang, it somehow fell into place. At first the rapes were satisfying enough. Then he found out that he felt this very special pleasure at its sweetest, its most satisfying, when he was hurting those girls. At this point his growing into a sexual sadist was complete and the only relevant question for him now was how to harvest this incredible pleasure to the fullest. The answer was simple: power. If he truly wanted to satisfy his need to have men and women completely at his mercy and experience the pleasure of causing them pain and suffering as it was his wont, he needed power. His pursuit of power led to a career in the military, where he rose quickly in rank. Most his promotions engineered by blackmail, threats and subterfuge. He savored the opportunities, when he was assigned to interrogate political prisoners, as those episodes gave him a taste of what he hoped to achieve in the future. And his talent of making those prisoners talk was obvious. As he achieved the rank of General he had gathered a huge group of loyal followers in his secret cause of overthrowing the non-democratic but benevolent rule of President Han. This group consisting of people like him. People who craved power, who yearned for the benefits of being part of a ruling class subjugating the rest of the population of Botaia for their own benefit.

The takeover was swift and efficient and Botaia had become a military dictatorship overnight with General Chen as supreme ruler for life. More prisons were build and a vast “intelligence agency” was formed to seek out potential rebels still faithful to the late President Han. Fortified by his secret police, so much like Nazi-Germany’s Gestapo, and a huge military force under his direct command, General Chen´s rule was absolute, remaining totally unopposed due to its brute force and an exercise in nothing less than total feudality. Secret treaties with countries like Iran, North Korea and others as well as a firm position in international drug trafficking made Botaia a safe haven for criminals and terrorists and supplied General Chen with incredible wealth in addition to his political power. Since Chen now possessed the power he had yearned after in his youth, he wasted little time using it. The hunt for potential rebels never ceased and countless men and women were arrested under the most whimsical suspicions and tortured until they confessed, whether they were guilty or not. And then they were tortured even more in order to betray their fellow rebels, whether they knew any or not. Often those being innocently arrested and tortured until they gave a false confession had no other choice than to accuse their friends and family members of rebellion in order to make the pain stop. Thus the stream of people being imprisoned and interrogated never ceased to flow. And Chen often visited his prisons inspecting the prisoners. If there was a male prisoner who had somehow raised a particular ire in Chen, he would be transported to the General’s private dungeons beneath his palace. If there was a female prisoner who was of substantial beauty, she would be transported to the General’s private dungeon, as well. His two most trusted bodyguards Hu and Wong, two huge-muscled thugs he had known since his time as a street ruffian and who were completely loyal to him since he had saved both their lives back in those days, usually took care of the male prisoner’s punishments which they took great delight in. The female prisoners were solely for the General’s amusement. And adding to the woes of whichever female who had suffered in the General’s private torture dungeon was the fact that Chen was running a highly well-organized government-staff that assured his complete control but allowed him considerable free-time almost every day in which to pursue his sadistic pleasures.

General Chen had achieved the power he wanted. The power itself was an ongoing satisfaction in itself, of course. But sometimes he felt an incredible surge of unbelievable pleasure then he contemplated the monstrosity of his achievement in its final analysis. He had virtually complete power over an entire population. They suffered under his rule because of high taxes and low payments which enriched him and his staff. Hundreds of them had been tortured to death in his prisons so far and the suffering of arrest, interrogations and subsequent punishments by torture went on and on. The peak of this suffering being achieved by those poor souls who were brought to his private torture dungeons beneath his palace for the most prolonged and painful torture sessions, since they were no interrogations which just might end when the required information was given but served only the purpose of satisfying his sadistic pleasures.

All that incredible suffering….and in the final analysis it only served one singular purpose: The sadistic gratification of one single person.

With that belly-churning thought Chen retired for the evening with the resolve to assign his bodyguards Hu and Wong to get him a pretty, young, white girl for his pleasure first thing in the morning. After that he would pay his torture dungeons a quick visit to see, if the peasant boy was still holding his straining position or if he had ripped his balls out during the night.

Tina knew that she was going to die.

If she stayed on this ship there was no way for her to survive. Sooner or later those men would tire of her and kill her. Possibly they would slit her throat or let her drown. On the other hand she thought as she laid on the planks of the ship her whole body a world of exhaustion and her pussy and asshole aching like two open, raw wounds it was entirely possible that her fate was simply being fucked to death.

She managed to get up on her knees groaning with the effort of getting her overtaxed body to move. Everything on and inside her body hurt, smarted, throbbed or burned from the day-long abuse. It seemed incredible to the teenage girl that no one came to molest her as soon as she had gotten up on her knees. She had been raped so often and for so long that the blissful absence of a hard cock being rammed up her cunt-shaft right this instant somehow felt wrong. She shuddered in relieve when she realized that all of the men on board seemed to be asleep in drunken slumber. She could hardly believe that at least for a few moments she would be left in peace. That for a few precious minutes she would not be fucked and abused, would not have to suck cocks and jerk them off. No kicks, no slaps, no punches.

But it would start for her again as soon as the first men would wake from their boozy slumber.

Unless she jumped ship.

Tina was amazed by the clarity and determination of her own decision. The chances of survival were slim for sure. She would most likely drown or be eaten by sharks. But the only other option she had was to stay with the pirates and get raped and beaten by them until she died.

With trembling fingers she released a life preserver from its fastening and held it within her elbow as she gingerly climbed on the rail, wincing and sobbing with each movement. Her entire crotch was a burning mass of pain from the countless rapes and each movement sent sharp jolts of pain through her pussy. The pain fortified her decision instantly. Better to drown than to let even one more cock tear into her abused cunt. Then she made a startling discovery. She blinked her eyes a few times to make sure that what she was seeing was actually there.

Lights. There was a shore not so distant. There was a chance she would not drown after all. Hope blossomed inside her belly like a swarm of butterflies pushing aside the lump of dread which had resided there for the last two days. She might make it. She might survive this.

Tina crossed her legs over the rail, the edge of it briefly sending flaring agony into her pussy as she was forced to straddle the rail briefly. Then she fell into the water beneath with a splash that did not manage to waken even one of the drunken pirates.

Jack Castle and Tonya Deering were sitting in Captain Lau’s office and looking gloomily at the Thai naval officer.

“I can see the difficulty in pursuing a ship that had left the scene of the crime one or two hours prior to you arrival, Captain Lau.” Tonya said. However, the tone of her voice clearly indicated that she did not see at all. “Still, I can hardly believe that there hasn’t been an ongoing investigation of pirate activities in your jurisdiction prior to the attack on the “Foam Dancer”. So you must have some clue or idea about possible pirate outposts, harbors or trading places where those…people are selling their loot.”

Lau sighed and tried to ignore Tonya’s generous cleavage, which her half-open, white shirt offered him. As well as he tried to ignore her long, shapely legs barely covered by a very short black skirt.

“No, I am afraid I don’t Ms. Deering. Those pirates are very good at covering their tracks. And not only the pirates but also those making business with them are very careful about keeping their so-called “trading places” secret. There is nothing much else to do than wait for them to make a mistake or to catch them committing a piracy act.”

“Or to get a hold of one their business associates.” Jack said in low voice.

“Correct.” Captain Lau agreed.

Jack pulled out an envelope from his denim jacket and threw it on the Captain’s desk. He stared at it clearly annoyed by Castle’s brusque action.

“Someone who is contend to look the other way and arrive a little too late when a distress call is coming in from a vessel being attacked….in exchange for generous payments and the occasional bonus in form of…shall we say…hard merchandise.” Jack growled.

Lau opened the envelope with sweaty, trembling fingers. He looked at the set of pictures inside and his heart sank.

“One of my men went into your house last night and I hope you will excuse us for not waiting for an invitation.” Jack said. “Quite an interesting collection of items he found in your cellar. Pretty expensive technical hardware, very exquisite gowns….and that girl.” Jack’s voice dropped even more with contempt.

“She and her family were attacked by pirates one their fishing boat two weeks ago, as she told us.” Tonya went on. “Her family killed and she herself kidnapped and raped by pirates. Afterwards she was given to you at one of their secret trading posts. One of those trading posts, you can not possibly locate.”

Lau’s face had gone white and he gasped for air like a fish out of water.

Jack reached forward and retrieved the pictures and the envelope, holding them in his hand as he fixed Captain Lau with a cold, hard stare.

“Hope the fun you had had with that little girl will make up for what you will go through when this goes public and you go to jail.”

Lau’s face went even wider as he realized what he actually would be going through after his arrest. Public disgrace and prison. And he knew very well how the other inmates would treat him, knowing what he had done.

“I guess you will learn all about the other side of rape in prison, you little pig!” Tonya spat with a mixture of righteous outrage and venomous glee. Lau stared back at her, seemingly at the verge of a heart attack.

“Unless…” Jack said. “You may get some of your sentence reduced when you help some of your more honest colleagues – if such exist in your service – in tracking down the pirate’s hideout. But frankly, we can’t afford to wait for your arrest. So here is the deal.”

Jack leaned back in his chair, glanced briefly at Tonya, and then went on.

“You tell us where those pirates, who attacked the “Foam Dancer” three days ago, can be found and this…” he waved the envelope in the air. “…this will simply go away.”

Lau stared at Jack and Tonya. He swallowed a few times, his chest thumping wildly. Then, after a few seconds, he began to talk.

Tina awakened and the first thing she felt was the crude sand grating at her skin and the surf splashing against her legs. She tiredly opened her eyes and raised her head.

She looked around slowly, trying to understand where she was and how she came to be here. Then she remembered the pirates, the constant rapes and her eventual escape last night.

She got up on her knees very slowly and laboriously. Her whole body was still aching and smarting from the ordeal she went through. And the gnawing hunger churning in her belly was about to sap the last of her strength.

She found herself on a beach. As incredible as it seemed she had survived her desperate swim towards the shore. She quickly turned around, half expecting to see the pirate ship just behind the surf and a jolly boat making a landing and a dozen dirty and angry looking pirates stomping towards her to take her back.

But there was nothing to be seen but the empty sea. She was free of them. A surge of relieve made her shudder and sob as she fully realized that she had escaped the pirates.

But she also realized that she was not safe, yet. She had no idea, where she actually was. And she had to find some clothes to cover her nudeness and food. And she had to find a cell phone to call somebody to pick her up.

She got on her feet, swaying a few seconds due to her fatigue. Then she began walking down the beach in the hope to find a house or some settlement and someone who would help her getting back to civilization. Despite her fatigue, despite the various aches on and in her body from the abuse she had been through and despite the awkwardness of walking in the nude on a foreign beach in the middle of nowhere for all she knew, she felt strangely elated that she had  regained her freedom and was back in control of her fate. She fiercely forced down the memories of her ordeal on the pirate ship whenever they were bubbling to the surface of her tired mind. Dealing with those experiences was something best stored away for later. She would get herself the best fucking psychiatrists money could by to fix her life.

First clothes, food and a phone. And a ride out of this filthy part of the world. However, of one thing Tina was absolutely sure: Whatever was yet for her to overcome could not possibly be any worse than what she had to go through on the pirate ship.

“You have the location of the pirate outpost?” Aaron Quayle asked with impatience in his voice.

“Yes, we have.” Tonya said. She and Quayle were talking over the laptop in front of the statuesque blonde, their conversation over webcam encrypted by Quayle’s best computer engineers.

“It is not even far from here. About thirty miles up the coast and another ten miles upriver. Castle and his team are moving in as we speak and they will take the trading outpost within the next two hours. With any luck, your daughter will be safe with us by tomorrow morning.”

“I sincerely hope so, Tonya. That little pig…this Captain Lau. When you got Tina, I want you to send this evidence to the Thai government, immediately. I want that little fucker hanged out to dry for doing business with those bastards that took my daughter!”

“With pleasure, Mr. Quayle” Tonya said with a satisfied smile.

Tina heard the sound of a vehicle getting louder and louder from behind.

She turned around and saw a huge army jeep of some kind driving up the beach towards her. She waved her arms above her head then quickly dropped them as the jeep got closer. Being raped for days had definitely put a damper on her unscrupulousness in displaying the stunning sexiness of her naked body to bend lecherous males to her will. So she demurely covered her breasts with one arm and her crotch with one hand as the jeep came to a halt besides her.

There were four men inside the car. Soldiers with dark-yellow skin, armed with machine guns and a look of astonishment on their faces.

Two of them got out and approached. Their guns pointed at her as they got closer. Tina swallowed then steadied herself and spoke up. Her voice sounded hoarse since she had not used it for some days save from moaning and screaming.

“You have to help me.” She said with shaky voice. “I am an American citizen and I have to get to the American Embassy. And I need a phone.”

The two soldiers stepped closer still. They did not seem to understand her. They exchanged brief looks of confusion then she stared at the naked teen before them, the look in their faces changing from astonishment to downright hostility.

“And some clothes…” Tina went on with steadily decreasing volume in her voice.

One of the soldiers suddenly snarled something unintelligible for the naked girl. Then he rammed the butt of his machine gun into her belly. Tina coughed and went down. She was roughly pulled up by her arms and dragged towards the jeep. A third soldier in the back stepped outside and Tina was pushed into the backseat of the car. The soldier got back in and the girl was squeezed between the two of them. The other two got back in on the front seat and the jeep drove off.

Tina held fought down the desire to hold her throbbing stomach. Instead she crossed her arms over her breasts. She could hardly believe that she had barely escaped one horrible ordeal just to be taken captive again by a group of brutal men for whatever reason she could not dare to speculate given the horrible experience she just went through.

But she clung to the fact that these were soldiers and that they very probably had to report to some higher authority about her. Her only hope was that whoever was in charge of these brutes could be reasoned with.

“Report!” Aaron Quayle barked at the image of Castle on his computer screen.

“Mr. Quayle, I am sorry to tell you that your daughter is not here.” Jack’s face was wet, the sweat running down mingling with the black camouflage-paint on his skin and forming black streams running down his neck.

Quayle sighed in frustration at the news.

“However, preliminary interrogations of the surviving pirates and a search of their ship confirm that this is the band of pirates that attacked the “Foam Dancer”. And one of them already confirmed that they indeed took your daughter from Cameron’s yacht.”

“And what have they done to her?” Quayle growled. “Why isn’t she with them, now?”

“They claim she got away. She is supposed to have jumped ship while they all slept. Mr. Quayle,” Jack hastened to add. “If that is true, there are only two possibilities. Either your daughter made it to the shore or she drowned.”

“And if it isn’t true,” Quayle said, “there is the possibility that those scumbags sold her off to some white slaver, isn’t it?”

Jack shrugged. “Yes, that is certainly a possibility.”

Aaron Quayle leaned back in his leather chair and puffed out a loud breath of air. Then he leaned forward again.

“I have summoned Dr. Carmine and his team to assist you in the interrogation. They should be in your position in about half an hour. If those bastards are holding out on any information about the whereabouts of my daughter, Dr. Carmine will certainly make them talk.”

Jack nodded soberly and Quayle cut the transmission.

He got up from his chair and paced his office as his anger about those pirate scum rose and rose. He would make those little bastards pay for what they have done. They would deeply regret the insult of kidnapping the daughter of Aaron Quayle to say nothing about daring to rape her. Dr. Carmine’s expertise was another thing that was never, ever found in any business reports of Quayle industries.

Those pirates would talk. If they knew anything at all, they would talk.

After her strange arrest on the beach she had been brought to a military camp and locked in a cell where she had sat for what might have been one or two hours. Then a middle-aged Asian dressed in a suit had entered her cell. She had, somewhat shakily, demanded to speak to the American Embassy, to receive some clothing and food and to be allowed to use a phone. The Asian had made no inclination that he understood her language. Nevertheless, she started to explain her situation to him. She began to tell him of her capture but her voice trailed off as she surmised it was in vain to get this man to help her. Yet, as she interrupted the beginning of her tale, he gestured her to go on. So he did understand her language. He only did not deign to talk to her, to say nothing of acknowledging her demands. Sighing in dismay she told him about her capture and subsequent escape from the pirates, hoping that he would relay her story to someone who would finally show the authority and decency to treat her like a person in need instead of a prisoner. When she finished he looked at her for a little while, his gaze wandering up and down her naked body, which she barely managed to cover with her arms and hands. There seemed to be no sexual desire in his gaze, however. It was more like a cold evaluation of her appearance and Tina found it somehow more disquieting for it. The Asian then got up and left the cell. Outside he pulled out a cell phone and spoke softly into it.

If Tina would have been able to understand him, she might have found it even more disquieting than his gazing at her. So she only heard but did not understand, what the middle-aged Asian Hu, General Chen´s loyal bodyguard and assistant, had to say about her.

“Yes, your Excellency. Most certainly not an American agent. Merely a ship-wrecked girl. No, young. Oh, yes. Most beautiful, indeed. If I may be so bold, I think you will find this one most enjoyable, your Excellency. Yes, your Excellency!”

After he stopped talking into the phone with that unnerving sing-song stream of unintelligible words and sounds he went back into the cell and beckoned Tina to come with him. She shuffled behind him still covering her breasts and pussy with her arms and hands. Despite her fear she felt anger build up inside her. It was infuriating that she was denied any clothing since she had been arrested. What kind of sick police organization was this anyway? As far as she could tell, this did not seem to be Thailand. So which crummy country had she ended up in? She kept shuffling after the well-dressed Asian, seeing no way to escape. Two armed guards kept close behind her. And she was still inside a well-guarded military compound. The Asian went to a black limousine and the driver opened the door. He glanced briefly at the naked, blonde teen that reluctantly got in the limousine with its owner but his face revealed nothing but indifference to the fact that he would drive a nude girl around. The limousine left the compound and Tina sat opposite the well-suited man who gazed at her from time to time, a little smile on his face.

She preferred looking outside and watched the buildings and people they passed on the streets. The people in the street looked tired, ill-clad and dispirited. There were quite a huge number of military vehicles and soldiers patrolling the streets. Many buildings had huge banners hanging from them with the picture of a huge Asian military figure who looked definitely threatening down from the banners and posters which Tina saw all over.

Since all of these posters depicted the same menacingly-looking figure Tina was pretty sure that those were not meant as an election campaign add. This was very probably the President - or whatever the leader of this third world hole was called – of this country. The cruel look on his face, the presence of military everywhere and the dispirited mien of the citizens somehow made a perfect match, she thought bleakly.

She then noticed that the limousine halted in front of a huge wall, with soldiers walking on its parapet. There was a huge iron door and six armed soldiers guarding it. One of them checked with the driver and took a look inside the back. As he saw the naked teen the same knowing smile the well-dressed Asian wore most of the time flickered briefly over his face. Then he was all business again and gestured for the sentries on the top of the wall to open the door. The limousine drove through an incredibly vast garden, which also was patrolled by soldiers with machine guns and dogs. The car drove up to a splendid palace-like building. Also here there were plenty of soldiers present. It occurred to Tina that it would be utterly impossible for someone to make his way to the palace without being seen. And it would be equally impossible for someone to leave this place unless those soldiers had orders to let one go. From this palace there could be no escape, she realized with a chill crawling up and down her spine.

The limousine did not stop in front of the palace but made its long way around the huge building and stopped at a smaller entrance at the back. This entrance, however, was equally well guarded as the front. She was pulled out of the car and dragged inside the palace. She almost sighed at the comfortable feeling of the plush carpet against the soles of her naked feet. The whole interior splendor of the building with its ancient furniture, golden doorknobs and its expensive carpets and delicate wall hangings somehow made her even more aware and intimidated by her awkward nudeness.

She was pushed into a bathroom and forced to shower. She did not mind being forced to do that at all. Although it unnerved her that the well-dressed Asian seemed to observe closely that she soaped herself thoroughly. When he was satisfied with her cleanliness he led her to an adjoining room where three Asian women were seemingly waiting for her.

Tina was dried with soft towels, her golden strands of hair combed while a hair dryer drove the wetness from them. She was manicured and pedicured and sweet fragranced oils massaged into her skin. When the women were finished with her she had virtually regained the state of almost unnatural beauty that had been hers before the pirates had kidnapped her. Her skin shone with health and beauty, her golden hair flowed down around her shoulders, her breasts enthroning proudly on her chest. What the mirror could not show, was the residual aching in her breasts and pussy and belly from the various beatings and ruthless fuckings. And it could not show the memories of those brutalities she had endured and the ever-growing apprehension she felt during her second captivity. What the hell was this all about?

She was led into yet another room where she found a small dining table and a plate with green salad, some bread and a glass of water on it. She sat at the table and virtually wolfed down the salad and the bread and gulped down all the water at once. She regretfully looked down at the empty plate since the small meal had only taken care of the most ferocious pangs of hunger in her stomach. She was hungry enough for two or three helpings but none such were forthcoming. Instead she was pulled up from the chair and guided along a corridor. There were some servants present and none of them seemed to take special notice of the naked white girl being towed by the Asian.

Except one male servant, who eyed Tina shortly, before seemingly concentrating on his chores again. But without anyone noticing, he managed to pull out a tiny digital camera out of his pocket. The Asian and the white girl were standing in front of a huge wooden door at the end of the corridor now. As the man knocked on the door, the servant swiftly and secretly took a few quick pictures of them, without anyone noticing. He was that good. He certainly had to be if he wanted to stay alive doing what he was doing in this palace. He tugged the camera away and wondered who that blonde girl might be. But that was for his superiors to figure out. His responsibility was merely to observe and report.

The knocking on the door was answered and the Asian opened it and led Tina inside. Behind the door was a huge dome-shaped room with a giant desk at its end. As she was pushed and prodded towards the desk she recognized the man sitting behind it. It was the big man from the posters and banners in the city. 

The man got up and went around his huge desk as Hu kept pushing her forward. The man standing in front of the desk was clothed in a uniform which sported a collection of medals on its chest. He wore high black boots and held a black riding crop in his fist as he approached her with an unpleasant smile on his face.

As Tina stood a few feet in front of him, she was baffled and quite intimidated by the enormous build of that man. He was towering over her almost like mountain. Almost a head taller than her and surely twice as wide, everything about him was big – his hands, his arms, legs, feet, torso, his wide, yellow face with that authoritarian, no arrogant look in his cruel, almond-shaped eyes. For Tina it was almost as if she stood in front of a wall. This man in front of her was radiating sheer, brute bodily strength and force and she somehow felt even more naked than ever before as she stood in front of him…trembling arms and hands still covering her breasts and crotch. To add to his imposing presence was an air of cruelty and pitilessness that seemed to radiate from him. And as far as she could ascertain, he was the highest authority in this place she had ended up in. If she wanted to appeal for help this was the one she had to address. She gathered all of her willpower and strength and forced her tongue to move.

“Please….” She started and fumbled for words. “Please, I need help. I can…I can pay….” She stopped in mid-sentence. She partly did so because of the ludicrousness of offering money in such decadently wealthy surroundings and partly because the big man had raised his riding crop and motioned her arm away from her swelling breasts. He forced her hand away from her pussy, as well. She stood there in front of him and his approving gaze on her frontal nakedness made her cringe inside. Rape again, she thought in dismay.

With a flash of anger that went like a tiny lightning through her fear, she wondered when she would ever regain her status of being in charge of what was going on around her instead of constantly being used as an object by sex-crazed male pigs. Even so, she might….just might to take some advantage of this. This man was a frightening specimen, sure. But if she used her womanly skills to her fullest, she might persuade him to yield to her wishes in time. This one would surely keep her for himself, so she would have time to mold his desires in ways that would be beneficial for her. She only hoped that he would not be as brutal as he appeared to be when he would fuck her.

The big man gazed up and down her body, his eyes lingering on her beautiful face, large, firm breasts, long legs, taut belly and the sweet slit of her pussy. He spoke to his assistant, while still gazing at the naked teen in front of him. The other one answered the big man’s questions in detail. It only added to Tina’s discomfort that she could not understand those two men since they clearly spoke about her. If she had been able to understand their language, she would have learned that the big man asked about how she came to be in custody, how she came to be on the island of Botaia in the first place and how old she might be. It would have increased her apprehension if she knew that the big man dismissed any attempts of his assistant to tell him her name and some of her background as completely uninteresting and inconsequential.

His gaze at her body became more and more unpleasant and Tina was relieved when he finally gave his assistant apparent instruction to take her away.

She was surprised to be led to a panel on the wall behind the huge desk. The assistant pushed a concealed button on the panel and it opened noiselessly, revealing an elevator behind. Next, the well-suited man punched in a code on another panel and the elevator doors opened. The two of them got inside and the doors closed behind them. Instantly the elevator went down. Tina’s apprehension got worse as she thought that this was a strange route to the big man’s bedroom. Then her apprehension mounted as the elevator stopped, opened and gave her a view of a long, gray corridor leading to a huge, wooden double door at its end and numerous…prison cells at its sides. The man pushed her into the corridor, opened one of the cell doors and pushed Tina inside. The door slammed shut behind her and she looked around in fear. The cell was tiny with no window, which was logical since Tina surmised that the elevator had brought them deep underground. The door was of thick steel with only a tiny grilled window at face level. There was a wooden bench to sit and lie on, yet there was neither blanket nor madras provided. The only remaining feature of the cell was a hole set in the floor at one corner, which smelled badly.

Tina sat down heavily on the bench, her stomach knotting in fear and she wondered in what way she had misinterpreted the big man’s obvious interest in her.

Jack Castle sat down heavily on a rock outside the cabin which his team used as a base of operations.

Since the arrival of Dr. Carmine and his team the nature of operations had somewhat changed. Six pirates had survived the raid on their base and they had been taken to this cabin a half day’s walk into the jungle. Now, Dr. Carmine was working on them.

Castle was not a squeamish person, but nevertheless he had no desire to witness anymore of what was going on in there. Neither did the other men of his team. There were all kinds of ways of making someone talk. And although Carmine was perfectly capable to resort to truth-serums, mind-altering injections, hypnosis and all other kinds of efficient methods of modern day interrogations, he resorted to brutal torture. Jack was quite certain that he was acting under direct orders of Quayle. Clearly, Tina’s stepfather wanted to make the pirates pay for having a shot on that little princess-pussy. That was quite probably the reason for Carmine to resort to no other tortures than those applied the pirates’ genitals. Jack’s stomach heaved a little as he tried to suppress the images he had seen inside. Electric shocks applied to those poor bastards’ cocks and balls was the least of what was being done to them. And all of them pleaded for mercy by now and swore on the life of their fucking kids that they had neither killed nor sold the blonde teenager but merely….lost her.

Jack was quite sure that, if that was a lie, anyone of the men being tortured would have talked by now. Shit. No man could take what was going on in there. They just didn’t know where Quayle’s daughter was. Castle found himself feeling a bit of resentment against Quayle and none the least against that dumb daughter of his. Letting herself being kidnapped. Dumb slut. And no matter what had happened to her; Jack just couldn’t get himself to accept that any piece of cunt, no matter how pretty and no matter how rich, was worth that kind of suffering inside the cabin.

He got up and went for a walk around the compound. His men had secured the area and he did not anticipate any more troubles. Still he was alert just like his men. They patrolled the pirate base, watching for possible survivors of their raid that may still be hiding but the chances of such were very slim. So their conversations were more relaxed and some of their exchanges were about the mission objective. Jack went past two of his men, who were watching the jungle surrounding them and overheard their exchange as he came closer.

“Well, what do you think? Did they off the little slut after banging her?”

“Don’t know. But we’ll get intel soon enough. Hell, you saw those pictures of her, man. I got to admit that I would not have minded being on that fuck-cruise myself. Would have loved to give that little blonde cock-teaser a nice rough fucking to show that bitch her place.”

“Wouldn’t mind a piece of that cunt myself, man. But, shit, you never even met that bitch. So how do you figger her being a cock-teaser?”

“You fucking kidding, man? Any bitch looking as hot as that little princess-pussy is a cock-teaser by definition. And being stinking rich as she is, she wouldn’t even acknowledge you or me being in the same room with her, that stuck-up bitch. But, hell, what do you know? Maybe that bitch may think different when we actually rescue her ass? What do you think? Think she will spread her pussy for some common grunts as an act of gratitude?”

“Don’t know, man. I’d rather not stick my cock into that pussy of hers after all those yellow cocks having been in there!”

“Shit, you may be right! But she still could give head!”

Jack went on without talking to his men. He did not blame them for their inconsiderate talk about the girl. He felt little pity for her himself. Stuck-up rich bitch. Used to having her way, just like her father. And now most probably dead. All that mattered about Tina for Jack was that she was a mission objective, which was becoming more and more elusive and promised less and less payment since the mission seemed to be heading into a failure. What she may have gone through and what she may be going through at this moment – if she still was alive – really did not matter to him.

His cell phone rang. Jack pulled it out of his jacket and saw Aaron Quayle’s number. He took the call and Quayle’s booming voice came over the speaker.

“I have new information, Mr. Castle. My daughter is alive but no longer in Thailand. I’ll meet you and Ms. Deering in Bangkok to discuss our next step. Ms. Deering will pick you up by helicopter in about half an hour. Understood?”

“Understood, Sir!” Jack answered, wondering whether one of the pirates did actually have some information to give up or if Aaron Quayle had new intel from an entire different source. The latter seemed more probable, since his gut feeling told him those poor bastards being tortured back there did not know anything about Tina Quayle’s whereabouts.

“I’ll tell Dr. Carmine to end the interrogation, then?” he said.

“You damn well will not!” Quayle snapped.

“Sir?” Jack said. “Excuse me. But there is little point in continuing the interrogation if the information we seek has already been obtained.”

Quayle’s tone was low and chilling as he spoke to Jack over the phone. Jack could almost taste the menace radiating from Quayle’s voice.

“I want the interrogation to go on. I want Dr. Carmine to continue. And he will continue `interrogating` those little fuckers until each and every one of them is dead. Did I make myself clear, Mr. Castle?”

“Very clear, Sir.” Jack answered, shutting off the cell.

Vicious bastard, he thought. He wanted those pirates tortured to death for raping his daughter. Pure and simple.

Jack shook his head and went back to the interrogation-center to relay his employer’s orders and prepare for departure.