A Tale of Chinese Torment by Llabmik
Chapter 1 - Outrage
In his luxurious Washington hotel room, the Chinese Minister of Foreign
Trade was livid. On TV, Chrissy, the enchantingly voluptuous newsreader, was
just winding up a series of five evening news specials called The China Reports.
She coyly adjusted her neckline and looked earnest, in a phony, Hollywood sort
of way. While seeming to look directly into the camera, she read smoothly from
the monitor.
"I hope tonight's news special, and the four preceding it, have informed you
of the terrible humanitarian record of the Chinese government. Their attempts to
limit population growth have resulted in many of their orphanages being turned
into veritable snuff factories, as was shown on Monday's special. Their brutally
exploitive, unsafe factory conditions, providing dirt cheap labour, including
child labour, for Western multi-national Corporations, were revealed in
Tuesday's special. Their ghastly environmental record, along with the death toll
and human misery it causes, was explored Wednesday. Their brutal treatment of
dissenters and people who aren't politically aligned with the Communist cause
was revealed Thursday. Tonight's summary of all that preceded concluded with a
plea to halt the trade talks currently underway until human decency is restored
to mainland China. The Chinese Minister of Foreign Trade is visiting with our
President and our leaders now. I'm Chrissy Tansman and I urge you to send our
leaders a clear message to do all in their power to halt all dealings with what
is truly an 'Evil Empire'."
Lovely Chrissy adopted what she thought of as her 'really totally sincere'
expression.
"If this were China, I would probably be shot for saying any of this and
they would bill my family for the bullet. Good-night!"
Accustomed to deeply respectful, totally subservient reporting from the
government controlled news organizations in his own country, the Chinese
Minister of Foreign Trade was totally outraged. He was quickly on the phone to
the Spymaster.
"I want everyone involved in this news special dealt with! Such effrontery
and disrespect cannot be allowed! Who do they think they are?"
He listened to the Spymaster's respectful and deeply calming suggestion of
what could be done in the good ole U.S. of A., the land of opportunity. The
Minister grinned.
"Excellent! I did not realize that this was possible! We do have facilities
back home for dealing with such people at length and if you can manage to
sereptitiously ship the major offenders there, without ruffling the waters
diplomatically, you will have The Party's undying gratitude! Such a
master-stroke would silence these meddlesome idiots permanently! If you succeed,
it will be made painfully clear to them for the rest of their short, miserable
lives that they understand nothing at all about how the real world works!"
The Minister listened a bit more. His grin broadened.
"It will take a few months? You will wait until they move onto other
projects and other places and just pick them off one by one? Excellent!!"
The Minister hung up and got back to business. Her nipples were like
cherries. Her firm young tits were like honeydew melons. His topless daughter
knelt before him, cupping his balls gently while licking the underside of his
hardening cock. She beavered away skillfully, teasing him erect, gobbling dick
like a pro.
Behind him, his nude wife knelt submissively, her once-proud face buried in
his butt-crack. Her lips encircled his anus, sucking gently. Her long tongue
probed his asshole deeply. As his loving daughter deep-throated him and his
loyal wife licked his rectum squeaky clean, he sighed with satisfaction.
"May Dr. Chan be praised!"
Their mouths full, his women murmured their bone deep respect for Dr. Chan,
the brain-washing specialist whose 'counselling' had changed them from spoiled,
troublesome bitches into Daddy's eager-to-please fucktoys. The Minister groaned
ecstatically as he pumped a thick scumwad down his daughter's open throat.
Daddy's little girl gulped it down eagerly. As he came, he opened his bowels
briefly and his bareass, suckass wife dutifully swallowed a fart.
The Minister smiled happily. Despite it's difficulties, life was good.
