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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL
OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This
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Master Chen Fu Shek and the Beauty Queen
By Night Owl
(Story Content: M/f, Abduction, Bondage, Intense Tickle Torture, NC)
Part 1
Kelly McCorkle didn't notice the dark van as she left the hotel and hopped on the bus to Statue Square - the same van that had been following her since she arrived in Hong Kong. She also didn't see the man snapping photos of her and Ron when they first arrived at the airport. Even if she had, she would have thought little of it. Being somewhat of a celebrity, she was used to the attention from the paparazzi.
Hong Kong was one of a dozen countries Kelly had visited the last two years. Ron Young, her longtime boyfriend and ex-Army pilot, was also a computer genius. As an independent communications consultant, large banks and other corporations often sent him to Tokyo, Geneva, and other countries all over the world to set up complex computer networks. This meant the attractive couple could enjoy their passion for travel and adventure. But lately, their relationship seemed to be heading down an emotional roller coaster. It could be argued that Ron was a workaholic, or that Kelly, being as demanding and opinionated as she was, might have been the reason why he spent so much time away instead of at home with her. For whatever reason, their days as a couple seemed numbered, and this trip would, most-likely be their last together.
Kelly's determination had always been a part of her life. After being treated for a horrible stutter as a girl, she excelled in school and graduated cum laude from North Greenville College. She was then crowned Miss South Carolina at age 22, and went on to the top 15 in the Miss America pageant. Using her celebrity status and pageant skills, she became a spokeswoman for speech and learning disabilities.
Ron was a big fan of the movie "Top Gun" when he was a boy, so it was no surprise to his family that he ended up joining the army after college to become a pilot. He flew Apache helicopters in the Iraq War where he was shot down, captured, interrogated, and later rescued by the United States Marines. Following his rescue, Ron returned to the U.S. and was introduced to the reigning Miss South Carolina. That was four years ago and the two had been an item ever since.
Ron was already at work the morning she decided to take that bus to Statue Square to see some of the sites, and he most likely would not be home until late. Freshly showered and wrapped in a towel, Kelly stood in front of the mirrored closet, pondering what to wear. Sassy, conservative, sexy - what was it to be? She finally decided on sexy, and chose a pink spaghetti string tank that plunged deep between her firm, ample breasts, a pair of cargo shorts that showed off her long, shapely legs and white tennis shoes for comfort. Having cared for her "outer pleasure", Kelly moved across the hotel room to the mirrored dresser. Soft, silky and alluring was what her emotions told her for undergarments, so she picked a sheer strapless bra and matching g-string. Kelly had just purchased them as a surprise for Ron, but since he was preoccupied with his job, she decided to try out her "special" under things on the busy streets of Hong Kong instead. After getting dressed, she quickly brushed through her dark hair and put on some lipstick, then checked herself in the mirror.
"Gorgeous," she blew a kiss to her reflection. Her only regret was that she didn't get a chance to work on a tan before she left the states. "I'll look like a ghost out there," she frowned at the sight of her fair skin, then gave the thought a shrug and grabbed her purse.
In front of the hotel, the van sat nearby with two Asian men watching Kelly intently from inside. One of them pulled out a walkie-talkie as she boarded the bus and said something in Cantonese. As her bus left, the van followed.
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Hong Kong in the new 21st century was frequently described as a city where East met the West -- a meeting reflected in its economic infrastructure, education, legal system and street culture. On one street corner, there could be traditional Chinese shops selling Oriental herbal medicines, Buddhist paraphernalia, or bowls of synthetic shark fin soup; then on another corner, one may have found a theater showing the latest Hollywood blockbuster, a Catholic Church, a British-style pub or McDonald's restaurant inviting passer-bys to a Big Mac. The relentless drive of the place made it one of the most exciting cities in Asia. Even Tokyo seemed sleepy in comparison. A two-minute walk from the bustle of Central revealed a harbor view that the architectural boom of the 1980s and 1990s had turned into a mixture of Manhattan and San Francisco, with added shipping bustle, and at night, a playground for wealthy jet-setters seeking adventure.
Kelly got off at Statue Square and wandered past to the colonial remnant of St. John's Cathedral. Flocks of Filipina and Indonesian housemaids were taking time out from their employers to chatter and picnic in the square. She spent most of the morning browsing through the shops nearby. The tall, leggy fair-skinned brunette dressed in shorts and a pink top stood out conspicuously in the mostly Asian crowd, making it easy for the men in the van to follow her while keeping a safe distance. They waited patiently until she turned a corner and headed down a less populated street. The leader with the walkie-talkie then gave the final order as the van sped up.
When Kelly first noticed the van behind her, she felt in her gut that something was wrong, then she saw two more men approaching her on foot and nearly panicked. Instinctively, she turned off the street, only to find herself in an alley. The men followed. She quickened her pace with the hope that the alley would take her to the next street over. Suddenly, a third man appeared from a doorway. He said something in a language Kelly couldn't understand and grabbed her arms, but she broke away and took off in a run with her pursuers closed behind.
Kelly ran blindly down one narrow alley, then another. The former beauty queen had kept herself in shape by jogging every morning, and she surprised the men with her speed. The chase was short-lived though when she found herself facing an 8-foot wall blocking her way. Like a frightened gazelle, Kelly leaped for the wall, then by clawing at the textured surface with her feet, she managed to swing one long leg over the top. She began pulling herself over, when suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed her other leg. Kelly tried to scream, but she was too winded from the run. She felt another pair of hands groping for the same leg. The purse was ripped from her shoulder. She slid down the wall and all three fell backward in a heap.
The third man barked orders to the other two as they rolled her over onto her stomach. She grunted as one the men placed a knee on her spine, crushing her breasts underneath her as he leaned forward. Her arms were wrenched painfully behind her back and bound together at the wrists with a plastic cord. Kelly tried again to scream again, and almost choked when she breathed in a mouthful of dust. Her ankles were pulled up to her wrists and tied together, forcing her body into a loose hogtie. The van appeared from nowhere and backed into the alley. A hood was pulled over her head, then all four men lifted Kelly by her arms and legs and threw her into the back of the vehicle.
The van drove for another fifteen minutes or so, but it was a psychological eternity for Kelly, who was languishing in the stifling heat inside, her bound body rocking helplessly from side to side with each bump and turn. Finally, the vehicle pulled to a stop and she heard the sound of the rear door being opened. She felt hands, strong hands, grabbing her by the armpits and dragging her out of the van. The sensation made Kelly nervous. She could feel nothing below her in the darkness of the hood, as though she were about to fall into the black, empty abyss. Thankfully, a second pair of hands grabbed her ankles and she was, once again, carried away.
When the bindings and the hood finally came off, she found herself in the loading dock of what appeared to be an old warehouse. She was whisked down a dark stairway, then through a long, narrow corridor to a door at the very end. They burst into the room where she was forced to kneel down on the cold, gritty floor. One of her kidnappers knocked on another door directly in front of her, and then entered. There were voices in Cantonese coming from on the other room. Finally, the door opened again and the first man re-emerged, followed by a very exotic-looking Asian couple.
The woman was young and attractive. She wore a long sleeveless dress made of bright red silk brocade with a high Mandarin collar. A sexy teardrop hole at the bust showed off just enough of her cleavage without detracting from the elegance of the outfit.
The man looked to be in his late forties. His face was thin and finely chiseled. He was draped in a long robe made of heavy red silk, decorated with gold patterns in the shapes of dragons and tied off with a gold sash. His long hair was braided in the back with a square cap covering his head. As he stood before her with his arms crossed, Kelly noticed his fingernails were very long and manicured to sharp points at the ends. He held out one hand and motioned his guards to bring their captive closer. Kelly struggled but she was unable to break away from their grip.
"My name is Chen Fu Shek," his English was almost perfect, "and this is Soon-Lee, my assistant. I am the Head Master of Interrogation with the Te-Wu, or Red Chinese Secret Police, as we are known to your CIA."
"Secret Police? A-am I under arrest?"
"No you are not," offering no further explanation; he snapped his fingers and the two guards dragged Kelly to her feet. She was trembling now, with her arms slightly apart as the guards held her steady by the wrists. Master Chen circled slowly to assess his new prisoner's physical attributes.
Her brown hair framed her face like a lion's mane; her smooth skin was light as porcelain. The stringy top hugged her firm breasts as if it were a second skin, allowing the onlooker a hint of the treasures beneath; the shorts showed off a generous portion of leg. Her dainty feet were shoeless - the only article of clothing missing since her abduction. All in all, she was quite a sight to behold. The Master nodded his head in approval.
"Look . . . I'm an American citizen," Kelly blurted out again, "and if you think this will go unnoticed, then you're crazy!"
The Head Master frowned at this. Americans were so arrogant, he thought, always demanding respect simply because of who they were. This one's outburst sounded more like a desperate plea than anything else, but nonetheless, it required some discipline. He spoke to one of the guards in Cantonese, and the brute immediately grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair and yanked her backward so violently, that it nearly knocked her off her feet.
"In our country a woman knows when to speak, and when to keep her mouth shut," he lectured her. "Considering your situation, it would be very wise to remember this. As for your nationality, the fact that you are from the U.S. does not impress me even in the least. Pretty women disappear every year in Hong Kong, women from many countries, even from the west. Of course, the police will conduct their search. There will also be an investigation, and your American ambassador will voice his displeasure, but all of this will accomplish nothing. No one will find you down here. In a short time, they will give up their efforts, as will your government . . . and your male companion."
He studied the girl's reaction closely. The mask of outrage on her face quickly melted into despair as the reality of her abduction finally began to sink in. Her body slumped, forcing the two guards to take a second hold of her just below the armpits, which the Chinaman noticed, were smooth, deep and perspiring just a little -- yes, very luscious indeed! He stared at them admiringly for a moment, then turned to his attractive assistant who was standing nearby.
"Make the necessary preparations," he spoke to her in Cantonese. "I want to start on this one immediately."
"Yes, Sifu," the woman bowed her head then moved quietly to another part of the room.
The Head Master ordered the guards to pull Kelly down to the floor again, forcing her to kneel before him with her raised arms still locked in their hands.
"Please," she begged. "Please, just let me go. I . . . I won't say anything. I promise."
He said nothing, but merely grinned. His dark eyes darted to her opened armpits one last time, then he turned and left the room.
Suddenly, a cloth was pressed tightly over Kelly’s mouth from behind. A sweet scent that she couldn't quite recognize filled her nostrils. She tried to wrench her arms away from the guards, but their grip was painfully tight now.
"Do not resist," Soon-Lee whispered to her ear in broken English, "you must sleep now."
Kelly felt dizzy and very hot. Her eyes fluttered. Surrendering to the forced slumber, she felt her body go completely limp, then finally, darkness enveloped her as she crumpled to the floor.
(Continued)
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