1General Chen´s

White Torture Slave

One

Tina almost purred with pleasure.

She was utterly comfortable at the large yachts stern as she lay on a soft mat, feeling the light ocean breeze and the warm sunlight on her nearly naked body. The ship was making minimal speed and gently rocking up and down on the waves.

The warmth and soft motions of the deck made Tina doze off several times, as she was sun bathing for the better part of the afternoon. Every so often, when she was awake, she would open her eyes just a little to see, if the yachts captain or one of its two owners would watch her. As much as for her own relaxation, the point of her spending the time on the sun deck was to give her the satisfaction of the men on board admiring her splendid body.

Young Tina Quayle had no illusions about her appearance and the effect she had on men. She was nothing less than stunningly beautiful. She wasn’t especially tall – 170 cm in height – but there was virtually nothing about her body which wasn’t perfect in its beauty. And that commanded attention.

When she watched herself in the mirror without her clothes on - and she did that a lot - she saw a lovely face with blue eyes set just a little bit farther apart from each other than usual. Those were accentuated delicately by two thin, long eyebrows. Her nose was small and slightly upturned. Her mouth had the perfect size for her face and with its full, sensual lips, which looked simply irresistible when she pouted them in one of her frequent defiant moods.

Her face was framed by long platinum blonde hair cascading in curls down over her shoulders and ending halfway between her shoulder blades and the small of her back. Her waist was slim and was accentuated by perfectly proportioned, rounded hips. Her shapely legs were long and had the perfect musculature. Her feet were small and delicate with flawlessly shaped toes.

Two firm buttocks with not one gram of superfluous fat-tissue accentuated her delicious backside perfectly.

Her beautiful breasts were firm despite their fullness. Two perfectly rounded globes with two small, dark red areola and two perky nipples pointing slightly upwards. Her breasts were a regular issue of discussion among her acquaintances. Males lecherously wondering if those virtually perfect breasts were natural, females disdainfully and enviously proclaiming that those could only be fake tits. But they were in fact, despite seemingly sculptured after what men generally dreamed of as “perfect tits”, natural.

She kept the bush of her pussy hair carefully trimmed in a triangle shape, but kept it just a little bit fuller than the other girls she knew, in order to make sure that the blondness of her pussy hair could unmistakably be recognized.

Only just in the latter half of her teenage years, Tina Quayle was a goddess of female beauty and attractiveness.

Her nudeness was something that simply awed the selected few, who were lucky enough to see all of her. But she knew how to manipulate and tantalize with barely covering her charms. One of her many favorite dresses was white and  covering all of her body, yet revealing each and every curve of her perfect shape by clinging to her like a second skin. And there were plenty others, she enjoyed wearing which generously exposed her cleavage, accentuated her splendid breasts, hips and legs and effectively causing heavy breathing throughout the room.

Everywhere Tina went, she drew the eyes of everyone to her. The ones of the females present mostly with envy, the ones of the males almost always with desire. And she loved it.

She loved the fact that virtually no man could help having lecherous thoughts in her presence. She loved her sense of superiority, knowing that any man was aching for touching her, feeling her skin against his, caressing her breasts, allowing her to let his hands go further down and exploring her tight, young pussy. And unless he was extremely rich and extremely good looking, she would deny him all of that. When she took a lover it was always on her terms. It didn’t matter to her whether he was married or not. All she cared about when being in a relationship was to be adored. She expected flowers and presents on a daily basis. When she wanted to meet, he was to leave everything and come to her. At one time, she was seeing a married executive of a huge software company. She called him, while he was in a meeting with the entire board of executive and demanded from him to see her, immediately.

Knowing full well, that he jeopardized his career running off like that, he left the meeting to see her, since he was totally besotted with her and virtually addicted to their sexual encounters. When they sat in a restaurant so expensive, that the prices on the menu made even him pale, she wasted no time in breaking up with him.

She simply loved playing with men, especially the married ones. She knew she was more beautiful than any other woman she had met so far. And she knew that she could have any man she wanted, when she wanted and for how long she wanted.

Anything less then compliance with her wishes understandably turned her into less than generous moods.

Those moods had led to so more arguments with friends and especially with everyone supposing to have some kind of authority over her than she could count. But mostly, when one of her teachers was about to reprimand her or to give her a low grade, when a police officer was about to give her ticket for speeding, or a bouncer threatened to refuse her entrance to a club (“oh no, girl...we had enough trouble with you the last time.”) she was able to turn the table to her favor by bringing her body into play. Not that she was screwing everybody, hell no! She wasn’t a whore. But a good thrusting out of her breasts, a practiced display of her legs, a breathy remark about her opponents’ manliness and for the most times, she did not have to face the consequences of her actions. Not that she concerned herself with any consequences, anyway. A speeding ticket was laughable putting against the money she had at her disposal. A teacher threatening her with a low grade just because she saw no necessity in learning boring stuff about boring things that would not be of any use for her, anyhow? What did she have to know about politics and history and math and physics? She had more money than she could spend in a lifetime. And as for what she would do with her life? Cruising around the world, going to parties and receptions and fashion shows would suffice. And yet, there was one goal she had set in her mind to achieve, even though she would have to wait for it some time. Since she had a great body and no qualms about making everybody aware of that, she was determined to get into one of those men’s magazine in her birthday suit the very day she turned twenty-one.

Since her puberty, she was relishing in the fact that she could pick and choose among all the men flocking around her and whomever she neglected could do nothing more about it than to jerk off with her body in his mind, while she would take delight in the fact that his longing for her would never be fulfilled in touch and scent and feel.

Thinking about a thousand, maybe millions of males gazing at her photos, desiring her, longing for her but not being able to do anything about it apart from jerking off at her pictures, made her feel...good. More than good. Supreme would be the most accurate word to subscribe it.

But, sadly, she was forced by law to wait for adulthood to achieve that monumental satisfaction. In the meantime, she would have to resort to smaller crowds like clubs, discos and married, wealthy, middle-aged and good-looking men...and, as for this very moment, this splendid yacht with its male occupants. And fill her days with shopping, traveling, partying and sex. Oh, well. It was not the worst way to spend the next 49 months, three weeks and 12 days until her grand ambitions would be fulfilled.

She sighed and arched her back, thrusting her breasts out, which were barely covered by a black bikini-top a few numbers too small on purpose, so that the audience on the bridge had something to gawk at.

On the bridge Captain Daniels swallowed and cursed under his breath.

God damnit that was one helluva hot chick. And the damn bitch knew it. She had made sure to place herself on the sun deck in that extra slim and extra tight black bikini. The bikini thong only covered the smallest part of her crotch and exposed her perfectly rounded buttocks to his attention. A black bikini top consisting of two small triangular pieces of cloth connected by thin black strings -  not covering much more then her nipples and areola -  was clearly meant to expose her breasts rather than to conceal them. And he had to stand here on the bridge and just couldn’t help giving that rich bitch a good hard stare every few minutes. Stares that led to lecherous thoughts. Thoughts that made his cock hardening beneath his white uniform shorts and forced him to remain in front of the bridge in order to conceal his on and off erection. And it ironically forced him to remain at the windows at the front of the bridge which supplied him with the ongoing temptation to gaze at that stunning, half-naked girl on the sun deck.

Damn that bitch.

He was constantly sweating despite the air-conditioning of the bridge and that was not only because of the heat on these south-Asian waters and because of Daniels corpulence. There was no way of avoiding feeling jealous and resentful about the owner of the yacht, Stephen Cameron.

Who wouldn’t want to be in Mr. Cameron’s place right now and getting the chance to give that gorgeous teenage bitch a real nice fucking? Even to see her naked would be enough for Captain Daniels to make his day.

But all he could do was to stay were he was and try not to linger too much about something he could not hope to have.

“How is it going, captain?”

Daniels winced ever so slightly at the voice behind him. With forced casualness he turned to look at his employer, carefully keeping the bulge in front of his pants pressed against the control panel in front of him.

“Everything is fine, Mr. Cameron.” he said, trying to ignore the slight smirk in Stephen Cameron’s face. The millionaire playboy knew that Daniels was watching young Miss Qayle and surmised what was going on in the fat-bellied seaman’s mind. And Daniels knew that Cameron knew. And although their tone was civil and good-natured, the undercurrent of male jealousy and male pride of possession was clearly there.

“But I must point out, that we should get back to harbor now, if we want to be back in Chon Buri before nightfall.”

Cameron pursed his lips at the captain.

“As I understand it, Miss Quayle is quite anxious to spend the night at sea.”

Daniels sighed, having expected this argument but felt the need to press his point, nevertheless.

“Mr. Cameron, these waters are not entirely safe. Pirate activities have been reported in this area before. In daylight, we are relatively safe to spot a vessel from greater distance and the “Foam Dancer” is able to outrun pretty much every vessel which might pursue it. But at night, we would not be able to spot another vessel approaching us, before it’s too late.”

Cameron watched out of the bridge windows, pensively.

“Pirates mostly go for commercial ships, anyway? Don’t they, captain?”

Daniels sighed again.

“Usually, they do. But nevertheless, the most prudent thing to do would be to turn back now and spent the night at the harbor in Thailand.”

Cameron considered it for another few seconds. He then nodded.

“All right, captain. Take us back to Chon Buri.”

Daniels inwardly sighed with relief and gave the orders as Cameron left the bridge and made it to the sun deck. Well, that went better than expected.

His gaze involuntarily went back to the girl lying on her belly, just as she opened the bindings of the top, letting them glide down her sides and presenting her naked back to the sun and to Captain Daniels.

The fat seaman swallowed and silently prayed for the teen not to turn around on her back anytime soon. And yet, as he felt his half-erect cock push against the control panels in front of him, a perverse streak inside him wished for her to do so.

He tried to concentrate on his work but couldn’t help to watch as Cameron approached Miss Quayle, knelt beside her and began massaging her small feet with seeming expertise. Daniels couldn’t hear them, of course. But he could very much see at which point his boss told the young girl about them returning to shore. The blonde teen’s face twisted in anger and she pounded her right fist on the deck. Shaking her head furiously, she got up and headed for the bridge, her full, bare breasts swaying with each step.

Shit, here we go! Was all captain Daniels could think before the door to the bride was opened and Tina walked in and positioned herself at another instrument panel four steps away from Daniels. She leaned against if, facing him with her arms crossed beneath her breasts.

The captain swallowed again, feeling all sweaty and being more aware than usual of his fat belly, his large ass, his short stature and that damn almost-erection bulging out his pants, which he still hid against the control panels.

Not only could he watch her marvelous body up close now, he also could smell her. An alluring fragrance of sun-blocker, body-oils and the slightest hint of sweat due to the sun-bathing. And why the hell could that little bitch not cover her tits before she came up here, he grated inside her mind.

“Daniels” she began. Since this trip had begun she had never deemed it necessary to call him “captain” and apparently she was not to start now.

“I understand, that you insist on going back to shore for the night.” her blue eyes blazing.

Daniels half turned and with a monumental effort managed to avoid looking at her breasts and returned her gaze instead.

“That’s right, Miss Quayle. It’s for your safety, as well, you see. Pirates...”

“Oh come on, Daniels!” Tina interrupted him in exasperation. “This is not the middle ages, you know. You’re telling me that your ship and crew can’t deal with a couple of retarded idiots who don’t know which century this is? If such creeps even are about. When I look outside, I see nothing but the sea and the shore way back there!”

She empathized her remark about the shore by pointing with her thumb behind her. Daniels just couldn’t help noticing the way her left tit was raised by the movement of her left arm. And Tina noticed as well.

“And I want the shore to remain back there, is that clear Daniels? Stephen you promised me a night at sea.” The last of her tantrum aimed at Cameron who just had entered the bridge.

“You PROMISED me!” she repeated with a carefully modulated and long-time practiced trace of whining in her voice.

“Miss Quayle, your father would....” Daniels began but did not manage to finish.

“Stepfather!” Tina said sharply, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Daniels still standing against the panel.

“Daniels, if you speak with me, would you be as kind as to face me?” she said with a small tug at the corner of her mouth.

Bitch! Daniels screamed inside her mind.

“Captain Daniels, you will not treat my guest without the proper respect.” that came from Cameron and the obese seaman could not help hearing a trace of vicious amusement in Stephen Cameron’s voice.

With a sense of defeat and humiliation, Captain Daniels turned around to stand up against the teenage girl on his bridge.

They stood face to face. The blonde girl, naked save for a black string thong, her bare breasts thrust out proudly against him. And the fat captain, sweat running down his face and down his back, silently giving thanks heavenwards for not having a full-blown erection. But still his pants bulged out treacherously and everyone could see. Everyone could SEE!

“Stephen, you will tell Daniels to remain anchored here, or I will be leaving the ship as soon as we reach the harbor!” she said, giving Daniels´ pants one quick gaze and showing him a quick, triumphant smile. Making sure he knew, that she noticed. Making sure he knew who was in charge of this situation.

There was a trace of thickness in Cameron’s voice as he addressed his employee, standing humiliated in front of a half-naked teenager.

“Captain Daniels, we will remain here for the night. Tell your men to stop the engines and drop the anchor again.”

Daniels managed not to tremble with rage. He even managed not to raise his voice as he relayed the orders of his boss to his crew. He calmly gazed back out at the sea while the victorious couple left the bridge. So he could allow himself the tiny release of letting his face twist in anger as the blonde teenager took a last shot at him while stepping outside.

“If you run into Captain Jack Sparrow just send him to me, Daniels.” Tina said acidly without even looking in his direction. “I’ll deal with him.”

She slammed the door shut behind her.

After the small intermezzo on the bridge the blonde teenager went straight to Stephen’s cabin and the millionaire followed her. On her way Tina went by a few seamen who simply could not help gawking at her near-naked body in its entire glorious splendor, wetting their lips and quickly averting their eyes from her naked breasts or other parts of her perfectly sculptured shape and focused their attentions back on their tasks at hand. The most daring looked briefly in her face and nodded politely. But Tina simply ignored them as she went by. Their politeness, sincere or feigned, was as inconsequential to her as the lust it was meant to conceal. Where most other women and girls would feel uncomfortable presenting them self nearly naked to a whole crew of male sailors, Tina carried herself with a self-confidence as if it was here being dressed in wide pants and a shirt concealing her nakedness and all the males on this ship were running around in the nude.

Tina couldn’t help smiling at the thought that her being almost naked made her even more irrefutable, even more unattainable for those worthless jerks working for her current lover. She reached the door to Stephen’s cabin and went inside.

Actually, to call Stephen Cameron’s bed- and living room on the “Foam Dancer” a cabin was almost a joke. It was more like a penthouse suite with a lot more space than one would expect on a ship, even a luxury liner like the “Foam Dancer”.

There was a wide, circle-shaped couch on one side of the suite and a very large round bed on the other. Still there was plenty of room for a gigantic TV-set and a large bar complete with a counter and bar stools. One door between the bar and the TV-set lead to the bathroom with shower, sauna and a whirlpool.

The glass of the coffee table in the middle of the couch, the mahogany wood of the bar, the windows...everything shone and glittered with the kind of cleanliness no ordinary human would care to achieve by himself in his home but rather with the kind rich people paid others for to maintain.

Tina went over to the bar and quietly sighed with pleasure as the plush carpet caressed the soles of her bare feet. Stephen watched her perfectly rounded but firm ass-cheeks, uncovered by the thong of her black bikini slip, moving provocatively with her steps. Her curled hair dancing gracefully on her shoulder blades and back with each step, as well. The almost white blondness of her hair was an arousing contrast to the slight tan of her skin.

Stephen Cameron could not help feeling his throat thicken somewhat while even watching her backside. God, she was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her.

“Would you pour me some champagne, sweetie?” Tina purred. Stephen swallowed his pride as usual when being with her and went over to the bar. He opened a bottle of his finest champagne and poured her a glass. Smiling at him Tina took a sip.

“That captain of yours can’t take his eyes of me, you know.”

“I noticed.” Stephen said taking a sip of champagne himself.

“So, what do you intend to do about it, Stephen?” Tina said, looking inquiringly into his handsome face.

“Invite him to a threesome?” Stephen dead-panned.

Tina looked at him blank faced for a second, not sure whether to be insulted or not. Even the thought of that sweaty, fat toad of a man touching her seemed beyond repulsive to her. Then the ridicule of the idea won over and she started to giggle like a little girl. Stephen started laughing softly himself at his joke and found himself actually relieved she did not take it as an offense. With careless remarks like that he had gambled away a few nights of sex with Tina before. What on earth made him say such things when all he wanted was to keep her in the mood for him making love to her?

Tina stopped giggling while Stephen was still chuckling at his own joke and her eyes narrowed slightly.

“No. Fire him!” she said.

Stephen looked at her mildly taken aback. He expected something like that sooner or later. But still, Captain Daniels was his employee for 5 years now. Married with two daughters, both in high school and soon to enter college. Just fire him?

“Now, look Tina...” Stephen started but stopped as he watched Tina putting two of her fingers into her champagne and then rubbing the wetness on her right nipple.

“He is such a pig!” the blonde teen purred as she gently fingered her left nipple. Both buds and areola now shining wetly. Stephen felt his cock rising in his pants.

“All the time he watches me and all the time he thinks about fucking me.” She now used both hands to caress her nipples which quickly became stiffly erect. She let her breasts rise and fall a little more as her breathing became a bit heavier. The tone of her voice became breathy as well.

“He would fuck me the first chance he would get.” she purred. One of her hands still caressing her breasts, the other one slowly traveling over her lean belly downwards to her bikini slip. “He would even....rape me. I am sure of it. He is that kind of swine that has to pay whores for it or rape to get it. You have to protect me from him, Stephen.”

She spread her legs and let her hand slip under the cloth, leaning back a little on the bar stool to present herself more invitingly to the heavy breathing millionaire in front of her.

“Will you....protect me, Stephen?” her voice now no longer seductive and breathy but sounding imploringly, almost appealingly.

Stephen now had a full-blown erection and all his thoughts were on the stunningly beautiful girl in front of him radiating nothing but sex and lust and carnal delights for him to reach out for.

“I....guess...with the proper compensation I could have the dismissal ready when the trip is over...”

“No!” Tina said resolutely as she opened the thong of her bikini slip and let it glide to the floor. Stephen gaze was fixed on pussy as she used to fingers to push the outer lips of her slit a little aside offering him a look at the pink flesh underneath.

“No compensation for that swine. Stephen, that fat pig would rape me if he could. Tell him to quit for personal reasons or you and I will sue him for sexual harassment, if not rape. I doubt that he can afford better lawyers than us!”

Stephen’s mind was almost blocked out by the sexual heat that was boiling inside him. All he could think of was taking her, feeling her, having her. Nothing else mattered now. And if that little whore wanted the life of Captain Daniels destroyed before she would allow being made love to...then by his big aching balls and rock-hard cock, she shall have his head served on a fucking silver platter.

“I’ll tell him.” he said huskily. “I’ll tell him to hand me his resignation or we will send his ass to jail.”

“You are so sweet!” Tina purred. “You will protect me from him, won’t you? You will protect me from that fat little prick?” She got up and went to the big, round bed looking over her shoulder at him with mischief in her eyes. She got on the bed with slow, lascivious movements.

Stephen emptied his glass of champagne and followed her less gracefully. He opened his pants and let them glide down, revealing his hard cock pointing straight up. He got onto the bed with her and kissed her savagely, his hand coming up and caressing her left breast roughly.

“Hmmmmmmmm....careful, sweetie.” Tina managed to get out between kisses. Then she repeated her request more sternly. “Stephen, not...so...rough!”

Stephen stopped and looked into her eyes hotly, his nostrils flaring. The blonde teen looked back unflinchingly.

“You know how I like it, don’t you?” she said with a smile that could be sweet or plain wicked. Stephen was not entirely sure which it was.

“You be nice or the store will be closed”. Stephen had to fight down an urge to snarl at her. Damn her! She will never allow him to fuck her as a real man was supposed to fuck a woman. And yet he could not help giving into her. All that mattered was having sex with her. If it can only be on her terms, then so be it.

He kissed her more softly, slowly letting his tongue circling inside her mouth and around her own tongue. His hand came up again and caressed her breast gently, tenderly. Letting his fingertip glide over the surface of her breast, letting them play with her nipple then running the palm of his hand in circles over the tip of her breast. Rolling her nipple around on her tit-tip. Just the way she liked it.

His mouth went down her chin. He kissed it. Then he kissed her throat and went down deeper on her chest. He kissed every inch of both her breasts as she purred like a cat.

When he kissed her nipple she moaned with pleasure. She did so even louder as he began suckling at her left nipple. He kept suckling at her nipple for a few minutes then he moved his mouth to her right nipple and started to suckle on it like a baby. Just the way she liked it.

His mouth then went deeper and deeper. His tongue licked over her belly button then over the small strip of pussy-hair before his mouth descended on her pussy-slit. Tina’s cunt was already glistening with moisture, her belly churning and her breasts were swollen and sent sharp jolts of pleasure into her chest each time she tweaked her hard nipples a bit. She moaned and grunted softly as Stephens tongue licked up and down her pussy-slit, then pulling her lips aside and wiggling his tongue inside her pussy. Not many things in the world felt as good as a gorgeous male like Stephen serving her wet pussy like this. This was absolutely mandatory for any guy who wanted to have sex with her. As a rule she did not allow anyone’s cock inside her before he had brought her to an orgasm with his tongue. As for giving her lovers blow jobs: no way. She found them disgusting and demeaning. Several of her lovers had her watch porn flicks with them and she always felt rather appalled by seeing a woman taking a man’s cock into her mouth or even down her throat. Definitively demeaning. Stephen also wanted her to suck his cock as well as allowing him to fuck her doggy-style. Both of which she had refused vehemently. She would never allow a man to use her in this degrading manner. If he wanted sex it was on her terms not his. And why on earth should she degrade herself in front of any guy if her wealth and beauty empowered her to pick and choose among the best-looking guys anywhere? She had the looks and she had the pussy, so she made the rules.

And as for her pussy, it was now soaking wet and sizzling with sexual heat and pleasure as Stephens tongue licked diligently at her engorged little clitty.

It felt like a live wire connecting her clit and pussy with her hot, churning belly and her pleasure-engorged breasts. She grunted and hissed in pleasure. Her now sweat-glistening body writhing on the satin sheets. Each touch of his tongue on her clit sent a surge of bliss through her body. Her grunts becoming heavier and deeper, sometimes accompanied by a high pitched outcry of mindless sexual joy. She felt herself at the verge of a thundering orgasmic release. She squeezed hard on her right breast, sending a blinding surge of purest, hot pleasure into her chest and cried out in joy. She arched her back and pushed her breasts against the ceiling. Her legs and arms were trembling wildly, almost in spasms.

The live wire between her breasts, belly and pussy was now sending waves and waves and waves of purest pleasure, purest delight back and forth inside her. It went on and on and Tina could not say how long it lasted. But finally the waves of pleasure began to subside and relaxed on the satin sheets, eyes fluttering and nostrils flaring. “Oh baby!” she murmured.

Then she felt Stephen mounting her limb body. He did not put his weight on her, of course. She did not like that. Instead he held himself by his arms, his hands buried in the madras right and left of her torso. Then she felt him push his hard cock against her wet pussy-slit. She moaned in delight. Some guys couldn’t keep their cocks hard during the time they spent on bringing her to orgasm like this. Mostly it did not really matter if her orgasm was as good as this one. But it was an extra treat, nevertheless, when she still could get a hard cock inside her. As for Stephen, he found himself where he wanted to be all during the day. With his hard cock inside the center-fold-body of Tina Quayle. He felt the moist, silky softness of her pussy tube all around his cock and felt the entrance of her pussy sucking at the root of his cock-shaft. Then he started to fuck her...no, to make love to her. With slow, long tender movements of his cock inside her. Gently pulling back and pushing forth. Again and again. Slowly, tenderly, tirelessly. He would need every ounce of self-control to keep himself from cumming for as long as possible. He would disappoint her if he came prematurely before his hard cock bequeathed her at least one more orgasm. So he moved gently inside her. With the utmost care for her needs as she lay underneath him in a dreamy state of sexual bliss, moaning softly each time his cock filled her cunt-shaft up to the fullest. In time her moans increased in intensity. They became grunts again, signaling another storm of sexual release about to ravage through her body. Then she came a second time, as he kept his slow pace and never put more then the most gentle of force into the movements of his cock. She clawed at his back. She put her legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck pulling herself up against him. Her teeth bit into the tangled hair on his chest pulling at it in sexual frenzy. Her body trembled against his, while he held her entire body weight as well as most of his own and kept fucking her slowly and calmly while her body exploded in orgasmic pleasure.

Then her convulsions subsided he finally allowed himself to let go. He felt his cum build up, felt his balls tightening, felt the white-hot semen shoot through the insides of his cock.

He pulled his cock out of her and held it in his hand as it shot white streams of seed.

And even as he trembled with the unbelievable sweetness of this long delayed release he took care in shooting his semen on the sheets beside the teenage girl making sure that none of it came in touch with her. Just the way she liked it.

Tina enjoyed the hot jets of water splashing against her naked skin from nozzles set into various places in the walls of the large shower cabin. The water washed away the sheen of sweat on her body. Then she put on a generous amount of ultra-expensive shower gel of which a large drop into the palm of her hand cost more than an average TV-set. She massaged the pleasantly smelling viscid gel onto her skin. The massaging of her breasts and especially the cleaning of her pussy still sent aftershocks of sexual pleasure through her system. She couldn’t resist fingering her sensitive clitty into awareness again. She spread her legs wide opening her pussy for her herself. As one hand was busy between her thighs the other one had to take a grip on a top edge of the cabin wall to keep her legs from giving in under her from the surges of pleasure which the deft manipulations of her pussy sent through her.

She found the right position to let two jets of hot water splash exactly on her two newly hardened nipples. Her body was humming with sexual energy again and she relished in the carnal sensations in her body. She fingered herself furiously now, seeking to get herself off as quickly as possible. Then she threw her head back in ecstasy her mouth wide open. Her legs were trembling almost spasmodically and she felt her belly tightening and churning and boiling. She grunted like a pig as her orgasm swept through her in wave after wave of sexual bliss.

She stood there for some minutes in the jets of water, trembling with the aftereffects of her lust. Then she soaped herself in with the shower gel yet again and washed her hair twice before turning the water off. She went to the mirror and brushed her hair back without drying it. Then she took up a bottle of body-oil even more expensive then the shower gel and put it on herself. She went naked into the bed and living room and saw that Stephen wasn’t there. If she knew him correctly he went to Captain Daniels to make it clear to him that he was to resign first thing in the morning. Tina was determined to accuse him of sexual harassment, even rape, if he did not comply. And she had no doubt whatsoever that her lawyers would get his ass thrown into jail. They always got her what she wanted. Either unemployment or jail for that creepy pig. Period.

Sure, she enjoyed showing off her body. And as long as well-muscled, sexy males like Stephen Cameron and most of the sailors on this yacht were the ones admiring her beauty with aching in their eyes it was ok for her. But the attention of a fat toad like Daniels bothered her a bit. Well, that matter would soon be taken care of.

She put on the top of her white, silken pajamas and buttoned it up. It went down to her upper thighs and adequately covered her but and pussy so she did not bother with the pants. Instead she placed herself on the sofa and opened a drawer on the coffee-table taking out a small plastic bag of white powder, a small straw and one of Stephen’s credit cards. She opened the bag and made a small pile of cocaine on the glass tabletop then shaped it into two neat white lines with the credit card. She put the straw into her right nostril and bent over the table.

She was no drug-addict, of course. But now and then she enjoyed a little coke after sex.

The irony of it did not even occur to her, that she without the slightest pang of conscience would send a man into jail for something he had not done while technically committing a crime herself.

A sound made her look up before she took her first sniff, then. Someone shouting outside and some people running back and forth outside the cabin door. Christ, couldn’t those idiots keep it down a bit? She had planned to break up with Stephen first thing in the morning and have him taken to shore. She really had looked forward to all the annoyance she would have cause after throwing a tantrum to remain at sea in the first place. Since Stephen was not here, he was undoubtedly up on the bridge firing Captain Daniels right now. But this intolerable disturbance outside while she tried to relax made her change her mind. She would go up to the bridge and see Captain Daniels fired and split up with Stephen at the same time. That would a satisfying finale to this cruise. She would call her stepfather right afterwards to send her a jet to the nearest airport to pick her up and Stephen Cameron could screw himself.

She decided to save the coke for her victory celebration after busting those guys’ balls and went for the door. She briefly considered putting on her pajama pants but decided against it with a smug smile.

She opened the door and went outside. There was still shouting and running all over the ship and she sighed with irritation. Hopefully those idiots still had enough expertise to get her safely to shore. Then she saw two of the sailors and glared at them. She would start with these incompetent idiots.

“What the fuck is going on?” she said pressing her fists against her hips and making sure to push back her shoulders so that the thin fabric of her silk shirt accentuated the curves of her breasts and the dark peaks of her nipples.

The two sailors gawked at her for a second then they came at her. In that instant Tina realized that those men were not part of Captain Daniel’s crew. In fact those two were Orientals clad in dirty clothes and armed with handguns, rifles and machetes.

Before she could turn around and run the two Asians had grabbed her arms and started to drag her towards the bridge. Tina was totally shocked by this treatment. No one has EVER touched her without her allowing it. And now she felt hard and callused strong hands painfully squeezing down on her arms and she was FORCED to move without her consent.

The very idea was so farfetched to her, that she reacted with indignation instead of fear.

“Let go of me you fuckheads!” she hissed. “Get your hands off me! Who do think you are?”

She suddenly stopped cursing at the two Asians as she saw some of Captain Daniels crewmen on their way to the bridge. They were lying in their own blood. Dead. Their throats slit. She felt an icy chill going up her spine. Suddenly the whole thing did not seem ridiculous any more.

One of the men kicked the door to the bridge open and Tina was dragged inside.

More dead crewmen were lying in pools of blood on the floor of the bride. The only people alive that Tina recognized were Captain Daniels and Stephen. Both had their hands tied behind their backs, both were held by Asians just as mean looking as the two holding Tina. The Asians all wore either handguns, machine-guns, machetes or all three of them. All of them were clad in baggy trousers. Some of them had dirty t-shirts on. Some of them were bare-chested, revealing more of their dark-yellow skin than Tina wanted to see even under normal circumstances. Each of them had an air of reckless cruelty about them and the blonde teen realized in sudden fear that any of these yellow-skinned intruders might actually hurt her.

One of the Asians stood out between the others, looking bigger and even meaner than the others. He was a head taller than Tina and his arms were as thick as her thighs. He stared at Tina through slit eyes and a cruel smile came alive on his face.

The blonde teen stared at him in fear, and then she looked at Captain Daniels and Stephen for solving this alarming situation.

“Meet Jack Sparrow.” Captain Daniels said the tone of his voice a mixture of discouragement and resentment.

Tina saw another vessel alongside Stephen Cameron’s yacht. It was a dark and grimy looking ship and she saw several yellow-skinned men running around stowing away goods they have taken from Cameron’s yacht. There seemed to be about a dozen Asians on the pirate ship and another dozen Cameron’s ship. And six more on the bridge of yacht. More and more the reality of the situation began to dawn on Tina and she felt like her stomach was twisting into a cold knot.

The big pirate approached Tina and looked up and down her barely concealed shape, smiling more broadly now. She looked back at him, petrified. He was radiating menace with each movement. She couldn’t understand what he said to his crewmen, of course. But judging from the lewdness of their laughter, she was just as glad that she didn’t.

His hand came up and fondled her right breast through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Oh no, she thought. Oh no, not that. Please not that.

“Let her go you bastard!” Stephen Cameron growled at the big man. He barely glanced at the owner of the yacht and spat a command at one of the pirates holding Stephen.

Tina felt a surge of terror stirring up inside her as she watched the pirate slicing his machete through Stephen’s throat. He fell down on the floor, blood splattering from the deadly wound and his trashing weakened very quickly.

The big pirate turned his undivided attention back on the blonde girl in front of him and he fondled both her breasts now with his hands. She felt his hands roughly handling her breasts. He squeezed them and dug his fingers into them, making her whine in discomfort and bewilderment. No one has ever dared to touch her like this. He grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it apart, effortlessly. The buttons of her shirt flying in all directions. His gaze went down between her cleavage and further down her flat belly and her small patch of golden pussy hair. Then he looked back up at her face and then back at her breasts which were barely covered by the open shirt, now.

He gave a command in that strange sing-song language of his and the two men holding Tina forced her arms up. They placed her hands behind her head and forced her to fold them there. The blonde teen felt her shirt opening further and revealing her breasts and the entire front of her body fully to the pirates’ attention. Inwardly she cringed as her splendid beauty was no longer concealed. A fleeting memory of her standing on the bridge merely two hours ago using her near-nakedness to pressure Captain Daniels into an embarrassing situation went through her mind. Now, in a room with several blood-thirsty men, she felt not the least empowered by her nakedness.

“Daniels, do something!” she whispered at the Captain who merely snorted in contempt.

The big pirate took out his gun. A black, large, mean looking automatic handgun and pointed it at Tina’s forehead. Her eyes widened in horror. He grinned cruelly and said something to her she did not understand, of course. He frowned and gave the two men standing beside Tina an order. They quickly pulled her legs apart, her bare feet squeaking on the floor.

She stood in front of the armed pirate with her hands folded behind her head and her legs spread wide apart, trembling in pain. Her breasts thrust out invitingly at him and he started poking them with his gun. She felt the cold, deadly metal against her skin and shivered. He prodded her tits with the muzzle of the gun then dragged the muzzle in circles on her tit-globes. This game seemed to fascinate him immensely not the least because of the fear visibly growing and growing in Tina’s eyes.

He then put the gun in front of her lips. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, mimicking what he wanted her to do. Tina looked back at him appealingly, slowly shaking her head. The big pirate frowned. Then he quickly aimed his gun at Daniel’s groin and fired. The last survivor of the “Foam Dancer” crew screamed out in shock and agony as his penis and testicles exploded under the impact of the bullet. He went down on the floor, shrieking like a madman and clutching his destroyed genitals, blood spurting out between his fingers. He drummed his feet on the floor in hysterical pain as he slowly, way too slowly bled to death.

The pirate ignored his pitiful sobs and cries and focused his attention back on Tina. She stared at Daniels death struggle in unbelieving terror. A sharp command from the big pirate made her look back at him. The barrel of the gun was in front of her mouth again. She trembled in fear, looking into his merciless eyes. Then she opened her mouth. Without delay the pirate forced the barrel between her lips and teeth, forcing it deep into the cave of her mouth. She tasted oil and gunpowder, her trembling causing her teeth to click against the gun. Never in her life could she have imagined that someone could actually feel this level of fear she now felt. Tears welled up in her eyes and began running down her cheeks.

The big pirate merely stood there holding the gun into her mouth, seemingly content in watching her enduring this abuse for a while.

Then he withdrew the gun and Tina sobbed in relieve. This feeling was fleeting, though. The pirate went down on one knee in front of her and without warning pushed the barrel of the gun against her pussy.

Tina gasped in shock then whined in discomfort and pain as the pressure on her pussy increased. The other pirates on the bridge seemed to cheer their captain on and made obnoxious remarks about Tina which she could not understand.

He was going to push his gun into her pussy, she realized with disbelief. She winced and sobbed in pain as the tip of the barrel forced her pussy lips aside and forced its way in. Cold sweat popped out on her forehead and her belly twisted and rolled in fear as her pliable pussy-shaft accommodated the hard, painful and wrongly shaped intruder. She glanced at Daniels who now merely whimpered and sobbed, occasionally, only minutes away from death. A sharp pain in her pussy evaporated all thoughts about the dying captain as the big pirate rammed his gun up her pussy-shaft until his fingers holding the handle pressed against her outer pussy-lips.

The big pirate said something to his men which caused them to roar with crude laughter. Tina merely stood there amongst them in misery, arms held high and hands folded behind her head, legs spread wide and a gun forced up her young pussy. Her legs and arms trembled in fear. She expected the gun to go off any second and the bullet to shoot up and through her belly and tear open her innards, condemning her to an equally gruesome and slow death like Daniels. Her breath came in quick pants and she sobbed in misery and terror.

The big pirate merely kneeled in front of her, grinning viciously up at her. He enjoyed the look of panic in her face just as much as he enjoyed the heaving of her breasts, the trembling of her lips and the sweat on her skin.

"Please...." Tina whispered absolutely terrified of the idea that even the slightest of actions on her part would cause the big pirate to pull the trigger, even the begging for her life.

"Please..." she started once more beneath her voice. “Please...just...don’t"

The grin on the pirates face broadened. He did not understand her language, of course. But he understood the meaning of her words all too well. Instead of answering he started to fuck Tina’s pussy with the gun. She sobbed and groaned with pain as he moved the gun back and forth inside her cunt-shaft. Her sobs became whines and her groans small cries of pain as he began twisting the gun while pushing it back and forth inside her tender pussy.

Finally the big pirate pulled the barrel out of her and she gave out a shaky sob of relief. He got up in front of her and smiled evilly. As he put his gun away he said something else to his men while jerking his head towards Tina and again the bridge echoed with the laughter.

The sound of it was clearly raunchy and filled with cruel lewdness and the mortified teenager felt their lust-filled, almond-shaped eyes boring into her naked body.

She just stood there too terrified to move in the slightest, neither daring to close her legs nor lowering her arms to cover her breasts. The big pirate said something under his breath with an evil grin into her wide open eyes. Then with surprising speed and terrifying force he rammed his knee up between Tina’s wide open legs. The bony point of his knee crushed into Tina’s pussy and lifted her feet right of the floor with the force of the impact. Her eyes bulged out in shock, then in pain as she fell on the hard floor clutching her pussy and gasping for breath. At first the pain was so immense that she almost fainted. Then it quickly subsided into a thudding, pulsating pain in her pussy that sent waves of nausea through her belly.

The attack on her made the other pirates cheer and laugh. The big pirate sneered and grabbed a handful of her golden hair, using it to pull her up on her knees as she whined in pain. He dragged her towards the instrument panel as she unsuccessfully tried to get on her feet. As they reached the panel he pulled her up on her feet and pushed her back against it. She was still clutching her smarting pussy but he ruthlessly pulled her hands away and forced her arms to either side, allowing her hands to rest on the instrument panel. Then he forced her legs apart, making her whimper anew. She expected another kick into her pussy but that was not what he intended for her. Instead he opened his pants and released his huge, hard cock. , its bloated purple head pointing angrily up at her. Tina’s dazed mind had not enough time to process the sight of the pirates erect organ and realize that he was actually going to rape her before he placed his hard cock against the entrance of her tender pussy and forced his way in with reckless abandon.

His impatient and violent intrusion sent a stinging pain through her pussy and up her spine making her cry out in pain. She feebly tried to fend him off by pushing against her chest. He merely grunted with annoyance and slapped her face. Then he pushed her hands back on the panel behind her and began to fuck her brutally.

He rammed his cock in and out of her tight pussy as she groaned with each thrust into her. His cock was thick and long and the force of his fucking almost lifted her from her feet each time. She felt herself being painfully stabbed relentlessly, yet did not dare to resist any further.

His hands came up to her breasts and began kneading them painfully. She winced and whined between her groans as his fingers dug into her sensitive tit-cones.

He grunted as he fucked her hard. He kept speaking to her in a sharp, menacing tone. Obviously throwing obscenities at her as he raped her.

Then he picked up speed, rutting furiously into her tight, young pussy and twisting and kneading her breasts viciously. Tina did not dare to do anything else then to take the abuse of her body. Then she felt his semen shoot up into her belly, feeling hot inside her as it coated her cervix.

He kept his cock inside her for a moment as he kept kneading her pain-filled breasts. Then he withdrew and took a step back, his cock still semi-hard but quickly deflating. He looked at her through slit eyes as she looked back at him in pain and bewilderment. Never in her life had she been slapped before, to say nothing of being raped. He grinned nastily at her and kicked her in her cunt with the tip of his boot.

Tina screamed again and fell forward on the floor, coming down on her hands and knees. She tried to clutch her pussy again but her hands were pulled away and held on her back. She felt the pajama-shirt being torn off her and felt a rope being tied around her wrists. Then she was dragged up on her feet by three pirates and pushed and pulled outside the bridge.

She was totally dumbfounded by the savage treatment by the big pirate and not able to put up a fight. And even if she were willing to defend herself, there would have been nothing she could have done against the three pirates dragging her off the “Foam Dancer” and aboard the pirate ship. To say nothing of the other two dozens pirates all around her.

Kneeling naked on the deck of the pirate ship, her arms tied behind her back, Tina felt her heart pounding inside her throat as she watched the lights of the now derelict “Foam Dancer” shrinking into the dark horizon as the pirate ship picked up speed.

The pirates seemed to celebrate their successful raid on the American yacht in their unintelligible sing-song voices. Trembling all over, Tina glanced behind her back as the cheering subsided. The loot from the “Foam Dancer” did no longer capture the undivided attention of the pirates.

Her heart sank as the first three of the pirates approached her with wicked smiles and hard cocks pointing up in the air.

General Chen’s

White Torture Slave

Two

The three men did not waste much time.

Tina was pulled up by her bound arms and dragged towards a table-sized crate. She whimpered as they manhandled her then cried out in pain as they carelessly threw her on her back on the top of the crate, her bound arms being squashed between the wood and her back. Gang-raped. The notion shot through her dazed mind which still tried to process the horrible events of the last half hour. She was going to be gang-raped. And heaven knows what they would do with her when they were through raping her. Most likely they would cut her throat and throw her overboard. Simultaneously, while comprehending the imminent ordeal she would go through, she realized the entire hopelessness of her situation. Being at sea there was no way for her to escape. Even if her hands weren’t tied behind, jumping off the ship away from her brutal captors would surely result in her drowning. She briefly saw herself floating in the water, her legs pedaling  beneath her, her arms struggling against the rope keeping them tied behind her back, her head sinking beneath the water again and again, swallowing water, fighting for air, slowly and painfully drowning. She shuddered in terror at the notion and groaned in terror as she also realized that there undoubtedly would be sharks in the water. Two of the men grabbed her legs and brutally spread them apart. Tina cried out in pain and misery but that did not stop them in the slightest. The third of them stepped between her spread legs, grinning menacingly down at her, and forced his hard cock against her pussy-slit. He was ugly to look at. His almond-shaped eyes sparkled with cruelty. Besides his pants his black shirt was open as well, revealing his round, fat, yellow-skinned belly.

An hour earlier, Tina would never had debased herself by even considering the possibility of acknowledging even the presence of such a man with the slightest nod of her head to say nothing of maybe shaking hands with him. Now there was nothing she could do to prevent him from fucking her.

She felt the head of his cock forcing her pussy-lips roughly aside, felt his rubbery hardness forcing its way inside her and whimpered at the pain the friction caused her. Yet he relentlessly forced himself deeper and deeper inside her pussy until the entire length of his hard cock had speared her cunt.  Then, mumbling obscenities, no doubt, and roughly fondling and kneading her breasts, he began to piston his hard cock back and forth inside her with painful speed. He fucked her hard and fast making her groan with each thrust into her pussy. The men holding her down on the crate made crude comments as well. Clearly aroused by the hard fucking she received they roughly fondled her hips and belly and breasts.

As appalled and frightened as Tina was, as much did her incredible sexy and nude body arouse each and every one of the pirates. For them this opportunity was literally too good to be true. Tina was not the first woman being raped on this ship. Not by far. But it was the first time those pirates had a white girl at their mercy. And not just any white girl. This was the kind of woman those men had only seen between the pages of American men magazines and never expected to meet in the flesh. Now they would take the chance of actually fucking a white girl as beautiful, if not even more so, as a top centerfold model and milk it for what it was worth.

Tina felt the relentless fuck-tool of the pirate hammering into her cunt, felt his coarse pubic hair grinding against her slit and her own soft pussy-hair. Then one of them yanked her head to his side by her hair. Her constant groans were interspaced by a short cry of denial as the pull at her hair send sparks of pain through the skin on her skull. Right in front of her face she saw the hard cock of the man pulling at her hair as its fishy, male scent assaulted her nostrils. He snarled at her and she did not need to understand his crude words to grasp what was demanded of her. Fearfully, she opened her lips to take the hard, yellow cock inside her mouth. The second man moved his cock inside the cavity of her mouth back and forth bulging out her cheek on the other side. The third man snarled as well and forced her head to face his hard cock, instead. He too fucked her mouth as it if were a pussy. After a few moments she had to face the second man again and take his cock between her red, wet lips. All the time the first man fucked her pussy relentlessly, making her full breasts bounce with each thrust and forcing groan after groan from her body. The second man’s cock began spurting cum and she eagerly opened her mouth to take it in and swallow it. She knew that nothing less was expected of her and she knew also that her only chance of survival was total compliance in this sexual assault. The second man sighed in pleasure as she swallowed his cum and licked his cock clean with her tongue while he still kept his rapidly inflating member in her mouth. Then he finally withdrew the third man stepped behind her, pulled her head back and forced his cock into her mouth. Tina’s eyes bulged out in fear as he kept forcing his cock farther inside her mouth-cave. She mewled in protest but that was all she dared to do against this intrusion. Without any regard for her he forced his cock all the way down her throat. She felt his smelly, sweaty balls against her nose and his coarse pubic hair rasping against her lips and chin. He pushed his cock as far down the throat as it would go, mashing his balls against her face. It seemed as if he tried reaching the cock-head of the man fucking her pussy with his own somewhere inside her. He also effectively cut off her supply of air and Tina felt her lungs strain and ache for oxygen. She tried to plead for being allowed to breath but only faint muffling sounds escaped her stuffed throat. Then he began to fuck her. Calmly first, sliding his cock back and forth inside the wet tunnel of her throat as her chest heaved for air. He made sure, however, not to pull out his cock to the point where the girl would be able to take a breath. He purposefully suffocated her with his hard cock as he fucked her throat. Tina’s eyes bulged out wider and wider as the lack of oxygen became agony. She heaved and twisted as much as she could in the relentless grip. The two men fucked her from both ends of her body, clearly enjoying her fruitless struggle.

Finally, as she was at the verge of passing out, the second man pulled his cock completely from her mouth. She took in desperate gulps of air causing her breasts to heave. At the same time first man’s cock spurted his cum high up her cunt; coating her cervix with its salty sperm. He sighed in satisfaction as the other man forced his cock back down Tina’s mouth and throat. She sobs of misery and denial was muffled by the hard cock blocking out her supply of air again as fucked her throat as if it was a pussy. She felt the cock inside her cunt withdrawing, felt her tight pussy closing itself as the hard, meaty presence disappeared. Instantly her pussy was forced open again as another cock forced its way inside her. This time, her cunt and pussy-entrance was well-oiled by the cum of the previous rapist. Therefore the intrusion of the second cock was less painful for her. The man raping her pussy, however, seemed to be determined to compensate that small comfort for her in order to fuck her cunt as hard and as brutally as he could. Each hammering thrust inside her cunt forced yelps of pain from her which were muffled by the hard cock fucking her throat.

She almost fainted again, and then was allowed to take two, three desperate gulps of air before the cock rammed down her throat again. Suddenly, the cock inside her throat erupted in orgasm and sent salty streams of sperm right down her throat. She swallowed desperately in order to get the man to pull out his cock free of her air tube. But he leisurely kept his softening cock inside her throat tunnel until she was on the verge of passing out again. Then he finally pulled himself out of her. The man fucking her pussy like a jackhammer tensed up then shot his cum right up her cunt-tunnel and high up her belly.

He pulled out and another one instantly took his place. He also fucked her hard and fast and spurted his cum into her within a minute. As he withdrew the other men around were clearly mocking the briefness of his rape and his face darkened. Glaring angrily down at the miserable white-skinned teenager through slit eyes he suddenly rammed his fist against her pussy. The meaty, whacking sound of hard bones clashing against soft, sensitive flesh was instantly followed by a cry of outraged shock then pain from the girl. The men laughed coarsely. Their amusement just as much founded on the poor stamina of Tina’s latest rapist as on the fact that he took his anger out on her.

The men holding her released their grip and for a moment allowed her to close her legs and curl into an embryo-like position on the crate. She trembled and moaned in misery.

Then she was dragged of the crate and forced to stand on her feet. She was quickly surrounded by ten or perhaps a dozen pirates. All of them nearly naked, all of them smelly and crude. She felt hard, hot naked cocks push against her from all sides. Against her hips, against her belly, against her ass cheeks. One of those cocks burying itself between her cheeks its head pointing towards her lower back. All of those cocks began rubbing against her, gliding back and forth on her skin. One man forced her bound hands behind to close around his hard cock and jerk it off. Her breasts were ruthlessly pawed by numerous hands coming from the front, from the sides, from her back. Some slapped her breasts and every now and then there was a fist ramming into her belly. She would gasp and choke and she would have collapsed on the floor if it weren’t for a crowd of men and a crowd of hard cocks around her holding her up. Some cocks spurted their cum on her hips, belly and back. They seemed to withdraw and instantly be replaced by new hard cocks rubbing against her. Tina could do nothing but endure it. The crowd of horny men held her in place and there was no escape.

It was almost as if her mind had needed all this time to cope with the full extent of her ordeal, because suddenly a kind of emotional dam inside her seemed to burst and caused her chest and throat to tighten with desolation. Tears began to well up in her eyes and to roll down her cheeks. She wept and sobbed as the crowd of men kept surrounding her, rubbing their hard, hot male rods against her soft skin. Since they were totally pitiless, her crying and the arousing heaving of her breasts accompanying her sobs did nothing else than to increase their raunchiness.

She had no idea how long it went on. But after some time the crowd spread out a little. There were still five or six men with hard cocks standing around her, though.

Rudely laughing, they forced Tina down on her knees. As she knelt at the center of the circle of erected cocks she did not have to wait more than a second as the first of them pushed his rod against her lips. Panting in exhaustion and moaning in misery with a still tear-wet face she opened her mouth and took him in. She wasted no time but instantly forced his cock right down her throat. Then she bobbed her head up and down only seizing her labors for a few seconds each in order to take a quick gulp of air. She whined and whimpered into the hard cock inside her mouth and throat-tunnel as the other men kicked her ass and legs and slapped her breasts in order to urge her to finish off quickly so she could get to work on the next in line. Yet the threatening growls of the man she was sucking off clearly indicated that she should take her time pleasuring him.

Tina sobbed in misery and hopelessness. And kept on bobbing her head and flicking her tongue around the underside of his cock as she sucked him off. Then his cock shot his load and she quickly swallowed every drop of it and licked his cock-head clean with her tongue.

He spat out a word at her that may have meant “Slut!” or “Whore!” or any other insult. Clearly she had made him cum too soon for his taste and he seemed pretty indifferent to the pressure the other men had put on the white girl. As she kneeled on the planks of the ship her legs were slightly spread. Before she could close them, he rammed his foot between them and against her pussy. Tina screamed and fell forward. But she was instantly yanked up by her hair again and another man was standing in front of her and demandingly forced his cock against her lips. She sobbed brokenly, and then she began to suck him off.

“Pirates.” Captain Lau spat as he gazed at the blood and the bodies on the deck of the “Foam Dancer”.

The Captain of the American ship did manage to send an SOS and state the nature of their distress. Attacked by pirates. But even as a ship of the Thai coast guard under the command of Captain Lau was dispatched as swiftly as possible it was much too late to be of any assistance. All they could do was to examine the scene of the crime and make their report. The attack must have taken place about three or four hours ago. Even if they knew in which direction the pirate ship had gone there was no way they would find them now.

Lau sighed and already began composing his report in his head. This would cause some trouble. There were pirate attacks almost every week in these waters. Yet, the victims were normally poor fishermen. This time the victim was evidently an American millionaire and in this case the western media would scream and howl and demand to know how it could possibly be that American citizens could not travel safely on Asian waters in this day and age.

Lau sighed again at the prospect and simultaneously sniffed in disdain.

Anchoring out here during the night has been a monumental act of stupidity committed by the foolish American Captain. Lau could not help himself to entertain the idea that the pirates should have taken him captive instead of mercifully killing him. A few days at sea on a pirate ship would have taught that fool how reckless those bastards truly are.

“Say again!” Ambassador Bryant said.

He held the phone in one hand and his nearly empty glass of scotch in the other. A quite evening for a change. A nice relaxing evening by the fire. Was the too much to ask? Apparently so, he grated as he got the news of a pirate attack on an American Luxury Cruiser.

His assistant on the other end of the line repeated what he just said and Bryant gulped down the rest of his scotch in frustration.

“Well, why the hell did they not pursue those bastards?” he said.

Paul Hudson, his assistant, sighed and went on explaining the circumstances. He too was less then enthusiastic to deal with this at the middle of the night but this could not wait until morning.

“Sir, they reached the “Foam Dancer” a few hours after the SOS was dispatched. There was no way of knowing where the pirates were heading with the loot.”

“How about establishing a search parameter around the “Foam Dancer” and board every suspicious ship within that parameter?” Bryant inquired.

“Sir, that is just not doable. There is no telling how many ships you would have to search. And which ship would be “suspicious”? These pirates do not operate openly. Their ships are fast but otherwise made up like commercial ships. You might get lucky to catch an actual pirate ship but you would not know until you find their weaponry and their latest loot on board. And quite frankly: One coast guard ship would have slim chances at best in overpowering a fully armed and crewed pirate ship.”

“Well, all right. So we got Stephen Cameron and his crew slaughtered. The press will scream bloody murder and the President will demand more zeal from the Thai government and the Philippines and whatever crummy state around in tracking down those bastards and he will promise more security for American citizens in the South Asians. And that would be the end of it.”

He felt Paul’s uneasiness even through the phone and felt his irritation rise. He wanted to end this conversation and get to bed. There would be much to do in the morning.

“Well, anything else Paul?”

“Actually….Yes, Mr. Ambassador.” Paul Hudson said. “According to my information Stephen Cameron had a guest onboard. Tina Quayle. She is the daughter of Aaron Quayle.”

“So?” Bryant snapped. “That bastard would have done well to keep his daughter on a shorter leash. Too bad about her. But if you let your daughter screw around with your business partners you should not be surprised to find out that she might get pregnant, take drugs or even get killed. Sorry for being so rude but that idiot should have known better.”
”Yes, well….Actually that is what makes this thing more complicated, sir. The body of Miss Quayle was not found.”

Ambassador Bryant put down his empty glass and began rubbing the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb.

“Perfect!” he groaned. “Just perfect.”

Now he had do deal with Aaron Quayle, as well. That bastard would stop at nothing to get his daughter back. And the least they needed in this situation was a troublemaker like Quayle heating things up.

There was little hope that she even was alive, of course. If those pirates have taken her with them they would have some fun with her and then kill her. But as long as there was no body to prove that she was dead, Aaron Quayle would pester the Thai government and the US government to rescue his daughter. And he had the political and financial muscle to really, really pester them.

Damn that dumb cunt for causing this trouble, he thought. And with a trace of mean-spirited ire he thought: Well, since you are to make a complete political nuisance out of yourself by jumping on a pirate ship, I just hope you enjoy your screw-cruise for as long as it may last.

Tina felt yet another load of cum spurting into her pussy-shaft.

She had no idea how long had been raped even less how many times. But it was well past midnight and the full moon was past its zenith, yet still illuminated the scene and added an air of supernatural grace to the grim mistreatment of the poor teenaged girl, making her sweat-covered skin shine in poetic beauty.

The direness of her situation, of course, was that she was only one girl and about thirty men who used her body for their sexual pleasure. The rape just did not seem to end because the men who already had raped her had time to regenerate their desire for her while watching their crewmates ruthlessly fucking the naked teen. So it went on and on and Tina had to no other choice then to take it.

The cock was pulled out of her and another one instantly took its place. She was on her knees, bent forward and she was lying with her belly, and only with her belly, on narrow bench.  Her breasts hung heavily beneath her, aching from having been ceaselessly kneaded, fondled, kneaded and slapped. Her arms were still tied behind her back. As her breasts her crotch was also free from the tiny bench and she was constantly being fucked from behind. As soon as one man finished with her another one took his place without giving her the slightest respite. Her pussy felt like an open wound, throbbing and smarting from being used and misused for hours now. The inside of her thighs felt like being rubbed raw and she was bone-tired.

Even worse were the men in turn kneeling in front of her. She had to suck them off while having her pussy fucked from behind. And since her arms were bound she had no way to support her upper body. She constantly had to strain the muscles in her shoulders and her neck in order to bob her head up and down on the hard cock embedded in her mouth and throat. Anything less then an honest effort earned her a slap in the face or a cruel twisting of her breasts. Being roughly fucked made it all the harder to keep the cock inside her mouth, though. Every now and then the male rod would pop out of her mouth and the man in front of her would snarl at her and slap her face, tear at her hair or even punch her hanging breasts with his fist. As if it were not enough that her pussy, breasts, neck and back hurt like hell, her jaws were aching terribly from overuse and she had a roaring headache. She finished the man in front of her off, swallowing his cum tiredly and licking his cock clean with a seemingly bone-dry tongue she hardly could get to work anymore.

He got up; grinning nastily down at her and another man instantly took his place. Groaning with exhaustion, Tina took his cock inside her mouth and let it glide into her throat. She bobbed her head up and down in an effort to bring him off as fast as she could. The man behind her began to increase the speed of his fucking, seemingly getting near his climax. Tina tried desperately to keep the hard cock inside her mouth as the man behind her was rutting inside her with a vengeance, dreading the punishment for failing to please in the slightest. But then, the man behind her got more and more agitated in frenzy and suddenly grabbed her breasts with both hand and yanked her body up against him. The cock popped out of her mouth and she mewled as her aching tit-cones were brutalized again. The man behind her bit her neck then he mashed her body even closer against his, increasing the pressure on her sore titties. He kissed her brutally, forcing his tongue inside her mouth and she tiredly worked her own, fatigued tongue around his. He kept fucking her pussy and her kiss seemed to heighten his excitement, which caused him to tighten his steel-like grip on her breasts even more. The man, she had been sucking off a few seconds before got angry and began to swear, his still hard cock pointing wetly up in the air, awaiting the soft, warm wetness of Tina’s lips, mouth and throat to return to their chore. Whether his anger was directed against Tina or the pirate manhandling her, was not clear. The man fucking her pussy ended the brutal kiss and began to argue with the man in front of her. Tina was stuck between them, helplessly, her pussy speared on the cock of the man behind her and her tits firmly in his grip. The other man then began cementing his arguments by punching Tina in the belly. She yelped and coughed as his hard fist buried itself deep in her stomach. The man behind her still held her by her up by her tits and kept fucking her. If not, she would have collapsed on the bench. Her belly was already sore from previous beatings and from carrying most of her body weight on the bench. The man in front of her punched her in the belly again as the two kept arguing. And again. And again. Tina cried out in pain and misery as the fist of the pirate kept ramming into her belly. Then the man behind her roared in ecstasy and spurted his cum into her. While the other one gave her a few more punches into her sore belly, he pulled out his cock and released her breasts from his grip. She fell forward and her tenderized stomach took the brunt of it as it smashed on the bench. She howled in pain, then howled again as the man in front of her mercilessly seized her breasts and dug his fingers into them. She looked up at him, appealingly but he merely snarled at her and increased the pressure on her tender titties. She quickly swallowed his cock and eagerly began fucking it with her mouth and throat. And in the same instant she felt her pussy penetrated yet again, as another pirate drove his hardened fuck-spike up her cunt-shaft.

Tina was at the verge of passing out from sheer exhaustion and wondered if it would ever end. The man in front of her came inside her throat. She swallowed and licked his cock clean. Another man instantly took his place. The cock inside her pussy spurted cum up her belly and withdrew. Another one took its place.

And it went on and on.

“All right, this is how it is.” Aaron Quayle started the conference.

The conference room was quite large and the table in its middle was big enough for some forty executives to sit at. In addition with Quayle there were two more people present, which made the conference look a bit ludicrous. There was, however, nothing ludicrous about the issue at hand.

Aaron Quayle was a multi-millionaire. He was in his early fifties and he started to gain some weight around his waist. Nevertheless, there were still hard muscles underneath the layers of fat adding to that his temper and resolve made him someone you wouldn’t want to start a fight with. He held considerable political and financial power. Although, it went generally unrecognized by the public. Being the leading arms manufacturer and arms dealer led to two things: a) you had the ear of many, many influential people in the business world and in politics. b) none of which would acknowledge your acquaintance. But Aaron Quayle has been part in too many shady deals and knew of too many highly secret arrangements to be ignored when he called your office. Maybe not even if you were the President of the United States. A large part of his wealth has been generated with barely legal and sometimes downright illegal deals and ploys. Everybody knew, that Aaron Quayle was little better then the average mob boss. But since he was far, far more powerful than the average mob boss and nothing could have been proven, so far, everyone in the world of high finance and politics took care to remain on good footing with him.

The other two participants in the room were Tonya Deering and Jack Castle. Tonya was Quayle’s executive assistant. His most trusted employee and in effect his representative. She was thirty-two years old and quite a beautiful woman. Her long, dark-blonde hair flowed down the sides of a classically beautiful face with large eyes, a small nose, full lips and high cheek-bones, which gave her beauty a flair of arrogance. Her body was slim and well toned. Long, shapely legs, a firm butt, flat stomach and generously shaped breasts completed her desirability and since she carried herself with an air of arrogance and superiority, this desirability led to little else than longing and aching in most males.

Jack Castle was no regular employee of Aaron Quayle’s firm. He was a freelance and was sometimes hired by Quayle when it came to operations which could not be found in any of the firm’s business reports. Jack Castle was a mercenary.

He was well muscled, black haired with a handsome face with the exception of a minor scar going from his temple down his left cheek towards his chin.

His military career led to the Seals and from there to numerous dangerous operations in Iraq, Afghanistan and in Asia. He had a beautiful wife that complained about him being away from home for so long periods of time but most certainly did not complain about the money. As he later found out, she found plenty of well-hung guys to comfort her in those times he risked his neck for his country. Then there were the charges against him for raping a female officer. Only that Jack had not raped anyone. In fact, it had been the female officer who had come onto him and in a drunken night he had slept with her. Afterwards she had reported him for rape and the best deal his lawyer could get for him was dishonorable discharge. When he went home, his wife had already filed a divorce. No court could demand from her to live with a rapist, of course. So she not only left him but also got to keep the house for which he still paid the mortgage and the maintenance for his wife on top of it. So he needed money. A lot of it. With his military background it was a logical step to take up the profession of a mercenary. And he was good at his job and not too picky about his assignments. This was why he often worked for Quayle. What he took home from the false rape-charge and the divorce from his cheating wife was this lesson: never let a girl get to you. Women were all sluts, anyway. You better use them to your advantage first for they will most certainly do it to you.

And for the last four years he had lived by this rule and found it a healthy philosophy that spared him further grief.

“All right, this is how it is:” Aaron Quayle had opened the conference.

“Sometime last evening my friend Stephen Cameron’s yacht was boarded by pirates. The Thai coast guard found him and his crew slaughtered. They did not find my daughter.”

Quayle paused to let the other two process the information and make their conclusions.

Tonya was the first to speak up.

“What makes you think Tina is still alive, Aaron?” she said matter-of-factly. She saw no real reason to spare her employer’s feelings. Even more so since she knew of his feelings towards his daughter, well…step-daughter, actually.

Aaron gazed at her and pursed his lips. Yes, Tina was not his biological daughter. He met her mother skiing in Norway and slept with her. What he did not count on was actually falling in love with golden-haired Norwegian beauty. But it happened and he took her with him back to the States. The downside of it was that he had to take the Norwegians baby daughter in, as well. But he fucking loved that woman so he accepted the child, silently resenting it. And then, when Tina was two years old, her mother died in a car accident. Aaron Quayle considered offering his step-child for adoption. But for some reason, he found he could not part from it. As much as the child grated at his nerves, she was all that remained of his dead wife. So he kept her around, bought her all the toys she wanted, got her the best teachers, the best nannies and all he asked for in return was for her to leave him in peace.

But Tina grew up to be a brat out of hell, constantly causing trouble and embarrassing him in front of business-associates and friends. And becoming a goddamn hot-looking girl, some sort of teenage playboy-playmate in the flesh did not make things easier. In recent months it had not been uncommon for Tina to around topless and only dressed in a tiny bikini-thong inside their mansion. That little slut knew all too well that even her stepfather could not help having lecherous thoughts with her around. Even more so with her being practically naked. Those incidents had led to some of their loudest arguments, yet. He had no illusions about her countless lovers and the only reaction to her announcement to go with Stephen Cameron, a man twice her age, on a cruising trip to Asia was a shrug of his shoulders.

So, yes, he did not really love that girl. He did not even particularly care for her. But the hard fact was that she was a breathing, living memorial of his dead wife. She was one of his most valued possessions. And he sure as fuck would not allow for someone to snatch her away from him like that.

“What do you think?” he asked Jack Castle.

Castle drew a long breath. Then he responded in his deep voice.

“It is quite possible that she still is alive, Mr. Quayle. Those pirates will probably not kill her just yet. There is even the slight chance of them selling her off to some brothel in Thailand. If that is the case, it should be not too hard to find her and buy her back.”

“What are her chances, if this goes public?” Quayle asked. “As soon as I learned about this from our ambassador in Thailand, I made sure that the reports of the cost guard were locked away and there will be no information given to the press. It cost me a goddamn fortune bribing those yellow-skinned bastards. Now tell me, whether this move was a good or a bad call!”

“Good call.” Jack replied. “If those bastards were after a ransom, they would have contacted someone by now. As it seems it was a random act of piracy and your daughter was something of a bonus for these creeps. If they learn, whose daughter they have in their custody they would quite probably kill her and make the body disappear. In my judgment your daughter is something too big for them to handle.”

“All right. Next question: How do we find the fuckers? I am not about to sit around while we are combing through each and every Asian whore-house in the hope of finding my daughter.”

“It is impossible to find them as long as they are at sea, Mr. Quayle. But I have a number of reliable contacts down there and they will snoop around for you. To put it bluntly: your daughter is quite an uncommon fetch for a bunch of pirates. If they are ashore, they are bound to boast about it. Once we know where they are, me and my team will go in and take them down. With any luck, your daughter will be with them.”

“Sounds good to me.” Quayle said. “Go down there and see to it personally, Mr. Castle!”

Jack got up and was about to leave. He stopped in mid-stride as he heard Aaron Quayle add:
”You will accompany him Miss Deering!”

Both of them hated each other. Both of them were too well disciplined to groan at the prospect of working together on this project. And both of them were too well paid by Quayle to openly protest.

Just perfect, Tonya seethed inside. Now she had to go to Thailand of all places and with that Neanderthal to boot. And the most annoying part of it was that she had to do it for that little, foul-mouthed, dumb slut. She never did like Tina and had no problem with her staying disappeared. Not that she actually wanted her dead. Not really. But she found some amusement in the notion of that little stuck-up, pushy bitch being stuck on a pirate ship. She almost giggled at the thought of some smelly pirate humping the little princess. She knew very well that she made lightly of rape. But in the end, Tina Quayle was a slut. So a little forced fucking should not be that great a concern for her.

Tina was awakened by a bucket of water being emptied on her.

She blinked her eyes against the bright daylight. Sometime during the night she must have passed out from sheer exhaustion. Her entire body ached and was covered in layers of dried cum. She yelped in pain as she moved her legs. Even the smallest of movements sent sharp jabs of pain through her battered pussy. All of her muscles seem sore and overused.

She was roughly pulled up on her feet and her face was slapped a few times. Then she felt her hands untied only to be retied in front of her. She looked around, still dazed from the night’s ordeal. Some of the pirates were asleep on deck; most of them were awake though. Everyone not busy with some chores watched with lecherous eyes and some of them winked one eye at her. As usual their conversations in this sing-song language, of which Tina could not understand one single word, seem to circle around her and her “performance” last night. It was just as well, that she could not understand them. The rapes had been bad enough and she was just as glad she did not have to hear them boasting about the various ways they had used her body to bring themselves off.

She suddenly felt her arms being yanked upwards. Her wrists were tightly tied to a thick rope attached to a large swivel arm above her. It was probably used for uploading and downloading heavy and large crates. Now the pirates would put it to some other use. The arm was swinging overboard and dragging Tina with her. She cried out in pain and fear as she was bumping against the rail and pulled over it. Suddenly she was hanging by her bound wrists over the ocean. The men laughed at her fear and the display of her hanging in midair with her legs trashing helplessly. Then, suddenly the rope holding was loosened and she plunged into the water. She had no time to brace herself, no time to take in a deep breath before she was totally submerged in the water. Her panic increased instantly, as she realized it how difficult it was to swim back to the surface with her arms tied in front of her. Her legs trashed wildly and quite ineffectively and her lungs began aching for oxygen. The ache in her lungs became pain. She had no doubt that the men had the intention do drown her. Then she felt the rope around her wrists pulling her up again. Her head broke the waters surface and she took frantic gulps of air. Then she swallowed water as a larger wave hit her. She barely heard the nasty laughter of the men. She was pulled higher up until her entire body was hanging in midair again. Water was dripping from all of her body. Her long hair stuck wetly to her shoulders and face.

The sight of her was seemingly of great amusement for the pirates and they laughed heartily at her misery. Tina felt herself starting to weep again just before the rope was loosened again and she plunged back underneath the water. They waited a little longer this time before they pulled her up. And as they did so, they only pulled her up just so that her chin was above the surface of the water. At least that would be the case if the surface of the water had been calm. But it wasn’t. The pirate ship picked up speed and Tina was dragged along through the waves. She was mostly underwater and every time her head emerged she took in a frantic, desperate heave of air before the next wave covered her again. Sometimes the waves were pretty steep and the valley between them accordingly deep. When that was the case, Tina’s upper body came fully out of the water with painful results for her. Because it meant that she would clash with tremendous force into the next wave and she felt the brunt of the impact mostly in her tenderized breasts.

The pirates found the spectacle highly amusing, however. When they saw a particular big wave clashing against her tits, they enthusiastically cheered her on. Tina had no idea how long it went on. But finally she was pulled out of the water and the swing arm brought her back on board. She hung between the men in dripping wet, quivering misery. She did not have to wait more then ten seconds before the first men approached her. Two pulled her legs apart and a third rammed his cock up her sea-wet pussy. She cried out in pain but, naturally, that did not stop him. He fucked her roughly for a few minutes while hands began fondling her flesh from all sides again. She felt a hard cock being pressed against her backside. The man inside her pussy spent himself and stepped back. She expected another cock rammed up her pussy right away but that did not happen. Instead she felt the hard cock behind her pushing against her asshole. She allowed herself a cry of outrage and denial as the tip of the cock began to slowly, agonizingly force her open. Then she merely continued to whine, her beautiful face twisted in a grimace of pain. All she sought after was to survive and minimize the punishment those cruel beasts seemingly enjoyed to inflict on her if she did not cooperate – and also enjoyed inflicting on her if she did cooperate for that matter. So she stifled her protest and sobbingly endured the pain of having her rectum widened farther and farther by the invading cock. She felt a sharp, stabbing pain as her sphincter gave and his cock worked its way up her ass-tube. Reflexively, she bit into her upper arm in a desperate attempt to countermand the pain below. The man behind her grunted with the effort then sighed in gratification as his cock was fully buried inside her. Then he let his cock slide back and rammed it back up again. Tina gasped. Since she had never even dreamed about allowing any of her lovers to do such a thing to her, she was hardly prepared for the pain. It felt as if someone had punched her in the stomach. The difference was that the punch came from within her belly not from outside. The man began to fuck her ass with deliberate cruelty. He let his cock slide slowly down only to ram it up her ass-tube with ferocious speed and force. Some of his thrusts made her grunt like a pig, some made her cry out in pain. He pawed her breasts cruelly from behind, rolling them around on her chest and squeezing her aching tit-globes as he fucked her ass. Tina began to sob and whimper as another pirate stepped in front of her, his hard cock pointing up. He grinned viciously and forced his fuck-spear into her tight pussy. For Tina it felt as if her lower belly was about to be blown up from the inside. Her ass-tube and her pussy-tunnel felt like being strained well beyond the point were they must tear. It was a nauseating and very painful feeling to have two large cocks inside her. It got worse when the started to fuck her in earnest.

As one of them drew back his fuck-tool the other one would thrust his cock up her pussy or asshole. One cock hammered into her as the other one withdrew. She grunted or sobbed or cried out with each thrust into her. The other men surrounded them, cheering her two rapists on and their cheers got louder each time one particularly hard thrust into Tina’s pussy or ass made her give out an especially loud grunt or cry. Tina felt helplessly squeezed between the two men, her body mashed between their sweaty bodies rubbing against her and her pussy and ass speared on their hard cocks fucking into her. She felt as if her body was being thrown back and forth by the two fuck-spikes pummeling into her. Each thrust in her ass pushed her cunt against the cock in front which seemed to wait for her pussy to push forward then to ram itself into her tender depths. This assault forced her ass back on the fuck-rod waiting for her there. She sobbed in misery and frustration as she was beaten back and forth between her two rapists. Then the two changed the technique of their abuse.

Tina blinked dazedly as the thrust into her pussy did not come. She had felt no cum being spurted into her. The cock inside her ass ceased its fucking, too. Each member was still inside her, though. She panted, her body still mashed between them. Then her eyes bulged out and she cried out in helpless outrage and pain as both cocks hammered into her ass and pussy at the same time. They rammed into her again, both at the same time. And again. And again. Furious grunts and helpless whimpering came from her wide open mouth as the two men kept fucking her with simultaneous thrusts into her pussy and ass.

The man fucking her pussy came first; his hot jism shooting up against her cervix. He pulled himself out of her and watched her being ass-fucked by his crewmate with a smug smile on his face. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust into her. He said something to her, which sounded like he demanded her to laud his sexual prowess. As she merely grunted with each poke up her ass he sneered disdainfully and slapped her tits twice, once with the palm of his hand, once with the back of it. He stepped back and another man took his place. As he fucked her pussy the guy behind her shot his load up her ass and pulled out. Another one took his place and she was again fucked simultaneously up her ass and pussy. As each of them finished two others took their place. It was well into the early afternoon until the pirates got tired of this game. At this time, Tina’s pussy and ass had taken in each of the pirates’ cocks at least once. Some of them even three or four times.

She was lowered then and her wrists were untied. For the next four hours the pirates forced her into several positions. The two most favored and therefore mostly used during that time was Tina on her hands and knees being fucked from behind in her ass or her pussy and sucking off the men in front of her…and Tina kneeling between a circle of men and sucking off one of them while using her hands to jerk two of them off at the same time.

The longer it went on the more exhausted Tina became and the less enthusiastic became her sexual services. And the less she worked to please the more the pirates beat her. While being spat on and scolded for her laziness, she had to take punches in her stomach, slapping and twisting of her tits and kicks into her crotch. Tina despaired at the fact that had to satisfy thirty men, which all had plenty of time to invigorate their sexual stamina while others fucked her, over and over and over again. And she was just one little girl with one mouth, one pussy, one ass and two hands. Dear God, what did these men expect of her?

When darkness fell, she just could not do anymore. She was totally spent and could not lift one finger. The men pulled her up and spread her legs for another man to ram his knee up against her pussy, over and over again. But at this point all they got from Tina was some miserable, feeble cries of pain. There was not a trace of strength left in her so they simply let her fall to the deck and left her there. During the day the pirates had been heavily drinking. And at this point most of them were passed out and some few left staggering around the deck. One of them occasionally approached the unconscious girl lying on the deck and kick her in the side to make her wake up and get fucked or suck. But she did not even react anymore. Truthfully, those men approaching her were in no condition to get it up anymore. So they did not press the point und simply staggered away again to drop unconscious somewhere on deck.

The discipline on the ship had been quite lax to begin with. And one night and one day of pussy and booze had evaporated the remaining sense of responsibility among the crew and the Captain.

So the pirate ship was drifting rudderless through the waters. Towards the island of Bodaia.

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.

General Chen’s

White Torture Slave

Four

Tina woke up from a fitful, uneasy sleep.

Whether it was it was due to indifference to the comfort of the prisoners down here even by mean-spirited intent: the cells seemed designed for the maximum of discomfort. It was positively chilly and naked and without a blanket to cover herself the only thing Tina could do was to pull up her knees to her chest and hug herself in order to preserve as much of her body-temperature as possible. Her shoulders and hips hurt from lying on the hard, wooden bench during her fitful sleep. She could not have helped than to dwell on the alarming bleakness of her situation before exhaustion got the better of her. She was imprisoned again and this time the prison seemed to be deep underground. She had no doubt that the only way out was through the elevator. She could not stop her fatigued mind to present her all the obstacles ahead of her when she fantasized about escaping from this place. She would have to get out of this cell first. Then she would have to punch in the code for activating the elevator. She had not paid attention when the man used the code upstairs to open the lift. And even if she had memorized it, there was a huge chance that the code for getting up and out was not even the same as the one for getting down here. So the only way for her to get out of this underground prison is for someone to decide to take her back up again. And then what?

Even if she would make it back into that big man’s office, how far would she manage to go? The whole palace and the entire compound was heavily guarded by soldiers and dogs and even surrounded by a four meter high wall. And so far no soldier or servant she had seen has shown the slightest sign of surprise lest pity at the sight of a naked teenage girl being held captive, almost as if naked women being taken to the palace was normal routine. So anyone of them would most certainly arrest her and bring her back. She was completely and utterly trapped and there was no way to escape from this imprisonment. Naturally these thoughts had not eased her into a calm slumber. Then she realized what had awakened her.

A cell door nearby had been opened. She heard voices and was unsure whether it came from the cell right beside hers or some other more distant. Yet, she could make out the voices very clearly without understanding what was being said, of course.

There seemed to be three male voices. Two were sounding harsh and cruel. The third voice was strained and full of anguish. Tina listened in growing fear as the third male clearly burst out in tears and sobs and seemed to be pleading. The other two laughed cruelly and the terrified teen could hear them dragging the crying man out of his cell and along the corridor. She heard another heavy door open and close and then there were a few minutes of silence. Tina kept listening, her heart pounding. Then she winced as she heard a piercing scream of pain from the distant room. The scream turned into a heart-wrenching stream of pleading and crying, and then rose into another terrifying outburst of agony.

For God’s sake, she thought. What was this place?

Then the door to her cell opened and the Asian men who had transported her from the military base to this palace and this prison tract appeared. He did not wear a suit now but a pair of military pants, heavy boots and a black t-shirt. He beckoned her to follow him outside but Tina merely gazed at him in fear. His face hardened and he reached for her and yanked her from the bench and dragged her outside her cell. He was heavily muscled and Tina could offer merely the smallest, insignificant resistance against him. Although she was a fit person who worked out regularly she would have been unable to stand up to the man even under the best of circumstances. Weakened by her day-long ordeal and gnawing hunger and thirst it was simply impossible to fight him. They passed a door behind which the screaming and pleading went on and Tina wondered despite herself, what could possibly make a man sob and beg and cry out like that. They went on towards the two heavy wooden doors at the end of the corridor. The man’s hand went to a control panel at its side and punched in the code to open it. He made sure to block Tina’s view as he did so.

The door swung inwards and he pushed her inside. Tina’s heart began to pound furiously again and she felt ice-cold shivers running up and down her spine as she gazed around. The room was large, far larger when the big man’s office above. The floor, the walls and ceiling high above were made of large, terracotta building-stones. The light in the room was not electrical. Instead an endless row of lit torches were set into the wall in regular intervals, illuminating and heating the room. Despite the vastness of the room it still appeared almost crammed full with all kinds of frightening devices. While feeling her throat tightening in growing fear, Tina recognized some kind of pillory, a rack and a huge chair with restraining cuffs at its legs and armrests. Instead of medieval torture devices she had seen in books and old movies, these were not made of wood but of steel. There were many other strange and frightening devices, benches, tables, frames and strange machines all of them with leather straps or metal cuffs attached to them. Some of them so strangely shaped that Tina neither could imagine nor wished to imagine how a human being could possibly be strapped on them. All of them made of steel and positively sturdy looking in their promise of providing immovability and pain.

Tina’s fear made her breath quicken and caused her breasts to rise and fall as she made out more and more details about this modern day version of a medieval torture chamber.

Dozens of chains were hanging from the ceiling in various places. Some of them had a pair of black leather wrist-cuffs attached to them. Some had larger metal rings attached. Some had vicious looking alligator clips applied to them. At one wall there was a large work-table with many drawers. On the table the naked girl saw clubs of various sizes, a blow-torch, ball-gags, collars and number of dildos, the smallest of which still way too big for Tina to even contemplating its use. There were some more items, which she did not recognize and she forced her mind to not even begin to try to imagine in what way they were meant to be used.

She did not doubt that the shut drawers held many more of such tools.

On the opposite wall there was a huge array of crops, paddles and canes on display as well as a vast variety of whips: cat o’nine tails, bullwhips, chain-whips.

Among the more bizarre features was a huge metal bed at the far end of the torture chamber. It had a black, metal frame with lots of cuffs and short chains attached to it. Yet the black-sheeted madras seemed comfortable. Above the bed there were more chains with cuffs and rings hanging from the ceiling.

The man then pushed her against the wall beside the huge, still open door. He quickly forced one of her arms up against the stone wall, fixing her wrist into an iron cuff set in the wall and let it snap shut. Her other arm followed instantly and before Tina realized what had happened she was cuffed to the wall, both her arms stretched out and wide apart. The men then bend down and pulled one of her legs out to her side and closing a third cuff around her ankle. Then her other leg was fixed against the wall, as well. Tina only then realized that her final chance of resisting of doing something, anything against him – and if only had been a weak and futile kick into his belly or groin – had passed. She was cuffed to we wall in a straining X-shape, arms end legs pulled painfully out towards each of the metal cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Her toes could barely touch the floor beneath her and her arms began to ache with the strain of supporting her weight. The man made a final inspection to make sure that she was completely immobilized against the wall. Then he left and closed the door behind him by entering another code into the control panel on the inside without Tina being able to see and possibly memorizing it. Her belly knotted as she realized that yet another door between herself and her freedom had closed. Another door she would not be able to open without the code, even if she were not chained to the wall, locked up inside a torture chamber within an underground prison. The notion made her sob in despair.

As the doors close, the ongoing screams and pleas and crying of that poor man or boy being tortured back in another room were almost completely silenced.

Tina’s fear grew and grew as she hung there, stark naked against the stone wall, its coldness chilling her shoulder-blades and ass-cheeks. Her gaze went over the torture chamber again and again as if she had to convince herself of the reality of her situation over and over again. The most frightening items were those whose specific workings she could not figure out, although the purpose was all too clear.

Her mind went over it with more and more frenzy: what could they possibly want to know from her? And how could she possibly come up with the right information in sufficient amounts as quickly as possible so that they would not even have to begin hurting her?

The doors opened again and Tina held her breath. She fearfully gazed to her right as the door closed again and she saw the big man from the office above leisurely walking up to her.

He did not wear a uniform now. He wore a black, silk robe which went down to his shins and black sandals on his otherwise naked feet.

He came up close and leisurely gazed up and down her body again. There was no doubt that he found the naked teen - chained to the wall, eyes fearfully looking up at him, blonde hair flowing down her shoulders and over her chest, big, firm breasts strutting out towards him and legs wide spread – a pleasing sight, indeed.

As for Tina’s feelings: if she previously found his presence intimidating in the office above, it was no comparison to having to face him down here chained naked to a wall. The wall behind her somehow being the worst of it, since she could not move an inch and had absolutely no way of backing off as he approached.

“So, you are the American girl arrested for spying in my country?” he said.

“You…” Tina gulped. “You speak English?”

“Oh yes, I speak English.” He said. His tone indicating that he did not find Tina’s surprise about his education all that amusing.

“What….” Tina could barely muster the strength to speak up to him. The hard gaze of his almond-shaped eyes in his dark-yellow face seemed to sap her willpower. She swallowed and started again.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Can’t you guess?” he smirked as he turned and made a gesture at the entire room. Tina struggled for words, somehow searching for an approach which would prevent it. The big man clearly amused did answer for her, though.

“I am going to torture you.”

Tina stared at him, her eyes widening, and her mouth wide open.

“But….” Then she burst out. “But I don’t know anything. I am not a spy. I came here by accident. I don’t know ANYTHING!”

The big man’s smile widened and became even crueler.

“No need to concern yourself, my pretty one. I am most certain that you don’t know anything of any importance to me. There is no absolutely no information of value to get out of you.”

Tina heartbeat slowed down a little bit as she allowed herself a spark of hope that she might get out of it, yet.

“I am going to torture you anyway!” the big man said, maliciously. “I will torture you to death, actually. Slowly, painfully, leisurely.”

“But…” Tina sobbed as another surge of fear welled up inside her, knotting her stomach into an ice ball. “But….why?!”

“Because…” the big man said as he opened his robe and tossed it aside. “…I enjoy it. It amuses me.”

Tina stared at him in disbelief. Underneath the robe he was naked with the exception of a black, leather g-string which covered his pubic area and his balls yet not his cock. A hole, whose size seemed even to be adjustable with a strap, in front of the g-string allowed his huge cock to hang out free. Normally, a big, round belly like this man’s would dwarf his cock underneath in comparison. This cock, however, could not be dwarfed by anything and Tina shuddered at its sight. Even flaccid as it was, it was still a frightening thing to look at.

His hand came up and began fondling her left breast, his big hand almost covering even her generous tit-globe.

“You are a pretty one, I admit.” He said. “So I will certainly take my time with you. We shall save the worst things for some time, don’t you think? They would destroy your beauty.”

Tina was too perplexed and terrified to answer to that. He must be mad. Utterly mad, she thought in horror.

He went to the work-table and came back with a long, black metal rod. It was as thick as her wrist and about two feet long. Its tip was rounded and it had a black rubber hilt with a red button at the other end. Again he stood in front of her, a wicked smile on his face.

“But there are many, many enjoyable things I can do to you that will not diminish your loveliness.”

Tina looked at the black rod in apprehension as its tip came closer and closer towards her left breast. She tried to twist and move her body but it was completely hopeless. The wall behind her and the cuffs spreading her like a butterfly against it made any change of position impossible.

“Now let’s see if your pain is as pleasing as your looks, my sweet.” He said with frightening glee as the tip of the rod moved closer and made contact with her left nipple. At first nothing happened and Tina looked back at him in incomprehension. Then he depressed the button on the rod’s handle and she immediately howled in pain.

Electricity surged into her breast and unbelievable agony exploded inside her nipple, then inside her tit, then her chest. She shrieked and howled as the shocks kept tearing into her breast and she trashed and twisted against the wall as little as her tight bondage allowed. Every muscle in her chest and arms and shoulders was strained to the tearing point as the big man kept the rod’s tip firmly in place against her nipple as she shook and trembled against the wall.

As usual, General Chen felt an immense surge of pleasure inside his belly as he watched her agony and his cock slowly began to rise as if awakened from its slumber by the girl’s screams and sobs.

He pulled the rod away, then. Tina kept screaming and trashing for a few seconds, though, as the pain in her chest and breast subsided until only a relentless burning in her nipple remained. Her chest was heaving with her frantic breathing and her perfectly shaped, large breasts heaved with it. Her tits and chest were sweat-soaked. In fact, her entire body was glistening with sweat and its soft curves pleasingly highlighted by the torches.

Chen gave a small sigh of pleasure. His cock was half erect now and the churning warmth in his belly intensified.

“Yes, you show promise.” He said. “Let’s see if you can do that again.”

Tina had only time in her mind to cry out in denial before the rod was pressed against her right nipple. Again she howled and trashed and screamed as the voltage took possession of her right tit, seemingly twisting it in all directions at once, tearing it inside out. For Tina it felt like a nova of agony exploding inside her breast and destroying it utterly. Only that it did not destroy her tit-globe but regenerated itself to explode inside her tit again. And again. And again. The nova of unbearable pain exploded at least a dozen times within her breast…and within the passing of only one second. And during the next second. And the next.

It went on and on for second after second as she howled in agony, her muscles spasm all inside her body and she mindlessly struggled against the cuffs holding her in place.

The passing of those seconds were merely a few moments of intense pleasure for Chen, as he watched her body shaking and trashing and felt his cock hardening into full erection. For Tina it was an eternity of mind-shattering pain.

He finally pulled the rod away from her nipple and she instantly went slack against the wall, her body twitching occasionally.

“Yes.” Chen mused, his hard cock now pointing up proudly at the panting, naked teen’s sweat-glistening body. “Yes, I think your pain will be just as pleasing as your looks. We shall spend much time down here together.”

He bent down and opened the cuffs around Tina’s ankles. Her legs hung slackly down as he opened the cuffs around her wrists as well. She fell forward and he caught by taking her over his shoulder. The weight of her body negligible compared to his strength. He carried her towards a metal table and lowered her on it.

The top of the table was X-shaped and rested on a thick column which consisted of metal tubes and cogwheels. He placed her on her back and cuffed her wrists and ankles to cuffs set at the tops of the cross` metal beams. Tina was spread-eagled again, yet this time lying on her back. The strain on her arms and legs were almost as bad as just before, though. A metal plate at the top of the X-shaped table supported her head and she looked dazedly at the ceiling her body still twitching a little from the electric shocks.

Chen closed two additional cuffs around her upper thighs and her upper arms, immobilizing her quite effectively. She could only move her head and squirm her torso lightly. Otherwise, she was completely pinned down spread-eagled on the X-table like a butterfly on a stick.

Chen smiled down at her. He pushed a button beneath the tabletop and a humming sound came from some kind of machinery beneath the naked girl.

Through the haze of pain it took Tina a few seconds to realize what was happening. Then she began to sob as she felt the beams supporting her legs moving. They slowly moved towards the beams supporting her arms. They did not alter their position in height, just changed their position relative to the main-portion of the table supporting Tina’s torso.

The trembling girl sobbed again, and then she began to whine as the strain on her thigh tendons increased. Then she began to cry as the strain turned into flaring pain and the movement of the beams forced her legs further and further apart…forcing her to spread her legs farther and farther open.

Chen merely chortled down at her, watching the process with child-like fascination as the machine forced Tina’s legs wider and wider apart. When the humming finally stopped and the beams seized their movement, the shape of the table had changed. The main portion of the table supported the torso and head of the sobbing teen. The upper end of the table now looked like a V on which Tina’s wrists and upper arms remained firmly cuffed. Her legs remained equally firmly cuffed on the other two beams. But the nether end of the table had now taken on a T-shape, forcing Tina’s legs into a wide spread that would make a ballerina wince. It was all the more painful for her due to the fact that her outrageously wide-spread legs and the rest of the body were on exactly the same level. Terrible cramps surged through her legs and the strain on her thigh tendons was excruciating. As for her wide open crotch, it send wave after wave of flaring pain through Tina’s pussy. She whined and whimpered and cried, tears running down the sides of her face. But as bad as the pain in her legs and crotch was, it could not compete with the still subsiding pain in her two tit-globes.

Chen went around the table and positioned himself between Tina’s wide spread legs, looking down at her pussy. The panting teen realized just now, that beside the terrible pain in her crotch, the greater horror was in fact the total vulnerability and defenselessness of her pussy against anything this madman could think of doing to it.

Chen, though, pushed the enormous tip of his cock against her tiny pussy and pushed forward. The table’s height positioned Tina’s cunt at the exact same level as Chen’s cock as he stood in front of it. He pushed some more, his cock-head forcing Tina’s pussy-lips aside and making way for the huge cock-shaft following it. Tina’s eyes snapped wide open as she felt his enormous cock burying itself fully inside her cunt-shaft. The elastic walls of her pussy were strained in the effort of accommodating him and the pussy opening clutching his massive cock-shaft send flares of pain up her spine. She looked up, peered between her tits down the length of her taut belly and watched his dark-yellow cock gliding into her. She was shocked when she saw, how much of it still wasn’t inside her. And he clearly intended not to spare her even one millimeter of his mighty lance. She felt his cock moving farther and farther up inside her, his cock-head pushing against her cervix. She mewled in utter confusion and pain as her cervix frantically tried to accommodate the cock-head pushing against it, ruthlessly.

Her eyes snapped open then and she cried out in pain and astonishment as his huge cock-head drove himself into the entrance of her womb.

Chen hissed in pleasure, his cock now completely buried inside her, the shiny surface of his leathery g-string grinding against her pussy-lips. He felt her cervix frantically clutching around his prick-head and the pleasure of it was almost unbearable. He looked down at her with disdainful pride. Pride in his mighty fuck-tool that had so completely conquered her.

The shuddering teen looked up at him with wide open eyes and a shocked expression on her face. For Tina it felt like having a log buried halfway inside her belly and the monstrous presence inside her send flashes of pain up and down her spine and caused her cramps.

Then, Chen pulled his cock back and moved it back into the very pit of her pussy. He merely pushed against her cervix, though. He did not want to wait for her womb to yield to his intrusion each time but rather wanted to harvest the more immediate pleasure of his cock rubbing against the strained, silky walls of her pussy-tube as his cock sawed back and forth inside her.

Tina groaned in effort, not in pleasure, as the huge cock moved back in forth inside her. This had nothing to do with sexual pleasure. This was all about endurance. Her inner pussy lips were pulled out each time he withdrew and pushed back in each time her pushed forward. Tina kept groaning and grunting and panting as the big man’s mighty fuck-tool sawed back and forth inside her straining pussy. She looked up at his face; against hope searching for a trace of pity or sympathy in his eyes, desperately hoping that fucking her would in some way temper his cruelty. But she saw neither pity nor compassion in his eyes. There was no trace of any other emotion than wanton, haughty cruelty in facial expression. Tina sobbed as a surge of hopelessness engulfed her. The cuffs around her wrists, arms, ankles and legs held her down on the table and there was no hope for her of getting free before the big man decided to open them. Until then she remained immobilized and completely defenseless against whatever he intended to do to her. And as if the merciless strength of her bondage, obscenely delivering her body to his pleasures, and the terrifying, vulnerable openness of her crotch wasn’t enough to overwhelm her with despair….there was also the frightening…hugeness of the man. Not only the painful size his cock but also his massive build. She gazed at his big, round belly moving back and forth over her slim frame as he fucked her, mercilessly. She cringed as his big hands moved over her belly, chest and breasts. She felt like a little Barbie-doll in the hands of a cruel-minded boy about to tear out her arms and legs without any effort.

Or like a wounded mouse being tormented by a cat… in no position to offer any physical resistance, whatsoever.

Chen felt elated by the sense of power he had over her, feeling her tiny pussy struggling with the effort to take him in, the weak female flesh surrendering, making way for the conquering, hard and powerful flesh of his made growl in the deepest male satisfaction. He looked down at her through slit eyes. His blood boiling with the pleasure of conquest, of victory and dominance.

“I am your master. Do you understand? You belong to me.” His cock sawing back and forth in her overstrained pussy, relentlessly. She looked up at him with pleading eyes.

He frowned at her. He pulled his cock almost out of her pussy, only keeping the head of his cock behind her pussy-lips. Then he rammed his cock back inside her with all the might of his huge, powerful body. Tina howled in pain and arched her back on the table. Her tits juggling with the impact and then shaking differently, yet not less lovely, with sobs of misery wrecking her body. The sudden thrust into her made her pussy explode in pain. As his cock-head crushed against her cervix with all its might it felt as if he had gut-punched her with both his mighty fists. Only that the punch came from within, not from without.

“OOOhhh Gaaaaawwd!” was the only vocalization she could from between her sobs of pain.

“Say: YES MASTER!” Chen growled as he pulled his cock almost out again, preparing for another assault as just before.

“Yes Master!” Tina managed to get out through her pain. Insane, the inside of her dazed mind screamed. He is completely insane. He will hurt me for no reason. And he is searching for a reason to hurt me even more.

“You like me to fuck you, don’t you?” he chided, his massive cock moving slowly back and forth inside her aching pussy-shaft again.

“Yes Master.” She hurried to say. All she could think of right now was to keep him fucking her and not hurt her all that much. His cock moving back and forth inside her.

„Yes, you like to be fucked, don’t you? That’s why you went on the pirate ship, no? So you could get cocks day and night without end. You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

Sparks and pangs of pain ripping up and down her pussy and spine as his enormous cock moved in and out of her without mercy.

“Yes Master.” She sobbed. Anything, she desperately thought. Say anything to keep him from hurting you any further.

“Maybe I will have all my men fuck you.” His hands came up, kneading and rolling her still-aching tit-cones on her chest. “Would you like that? About 200 of them staying at the palace at all times. You all want them to fuck that little pussy of yours?”

His fingers then digging into her tit-meat and his hands pulling back, forcing her to arch her back and raise her chest up against him as far as it was possible against the cuffs.

“Yes Master!” she cried pitifully. “Yes Master, please let all your men fuck my pussy!”

He let go of her tits, her back crashing back on the metal surface of the table and her breasts bouncing back into their natural shape as he kept fucking her.

“And my dogs? You would like that especially, yes? You like to get fucked by dogs?”

“Yes Master!” Tina sobbed piteously, her pride quickly dissolving.

His eyes slit and his mouth twisted in disdain as he fucked her harder and harder which each thrust into her pussy, making her grunts and groans steadily increase.

“You are a whore, aren’t you? You are nothing like a cheap slut with a cock-hungry pussy for everyone to fuck!”

“Yes Master!” she whimpered in defeat. Chen smiled triumphantly and pulled his cock fully out of her. It was still hard and pointing straight up as he went for something at the work-table and came back to stand in front of her wide open legs and vulnerable pussy, smiling evilly down at her.

“You must be punished then!” he said with sadistic glee and showed her the black metal rod from just before. Her eyes broke into tears then widened more and more as they followed the tip of the rod descending, moving closer and closer towards her pussy.

“Please….” She sobbed, her voice strained in pitiful despair. “Please, don’t do this to meeeeee!” The last word turning into a wail of mindless terror as the rod was almost touching her pussy-lips. The muscles in her thighs were frantically clenching and unclenching in a desperate, instinctive and hopeless attempt to close her legs and protect her pussy.

“Punished in a most….appropriate way!” he whispered. Then he pushed the rod against her cunt and activated it.

Tina shrieked and howled like a madwoman as she buckled and shook on the table. The electric agony searing through her pussy-lips and clit and tearing scream after scream from her lungs. Chen merely stood in front of her, his fascinated gaze going from her pussy being jolted up to her savagely jiggling breasts and heaving chest and up to her tear-streaked, pain-wretched face and then back down again. He kept the rod pushed against her pussy for some time, clearly savoring her dance of pain on the table. Chen enjoyed himself immensely. He loved to play with electricity, loved the way it made Tina twitch and shake and rattle against the unbreakable bonds holding her place. Not only did he enjoy Tina’s immediate agony but it also caused his belly to churn in pleasure at the knowledge that the electric shocks would cause a constant, lingering and considerable ache in her breasts and pussy that would stay with her for days.

He turned the rod off and watched her twitching body coming slowly to rest, her chest heaving breathlessly.

“Well, whore…I daresay that pussy of yours does not feel so cock-hungry right now, won’t you agree?” Tina could not respond, could not speak. The after-effects of the agony were too great for her to acknowledge anything else then the slowly, slowly subsiding pain.

“No answer, slut?” Chen said his smile a terrifying thing to look at. “Then we should repeat that little lesson for you pussy, yes? Or perhaps we should…get at the bottom of your whorish ways for a better learning experience, yes?” he giggled slightly at his own joke as he pushed the rod against Tina’s pussy again. Only being able to cry out inside her mind in denial she tried to brace herself against the next wave of unbearable agony that was to come. She felt the tip of the rod push against her pussy-lips…and felt no pain, at least not just yet.

The rod was shut off but the big man forced it between her pussy lips and pushed it higher and higher up her pussy shaft. Her eyes widened in unbelieving terror and she gave a gut-wrenching sob of misery as she understood the meaning of his last words. She felt the rod press against her cervix and stop. Then she exploded inside.

Her stomach, entrails and womb seemingly knotted into each other and simultaneously seemed to be whipped all around inside her belly. The electricity sent millions of flashes of unbearable agony up her spine to explode in her brain and then to travel down again to join the mass of simultaneously crushing and tearing pain inside her. In the face of that pain, the fact that not only the tip but the entire length of the rod was electrified and sent just as much voltage into the walls of her pussy, was almost insignificant.

She howled beyond all sanity as her mind seemingly dissolved under this unendurable barrage of relentless pain. Her body twitching and spasm on the table as if she was a fish out of water. Her head banging and banging against the hard surface of the table and even through her pain she felt her heart giving a lurch…then another one. Then another.

Chen merely stood there, breathing heavily in pleasure, keeping the rod deeply embedded in her belly, his cock hard and pointing up as he watched her agony with a twisted smile on his face. In fact, his hard cock and balls were brimming with just as much sexual pleasure from watching and causing her pain as they would with the girl’s pussy impaled on them…perhaps even more so.

As the girl screamed and trashed he marveled for perhaps the hundredth time at the wonders of modern technology and the joys they supplied him with, gleefully appreciating the effortlessness with which he managed to cause so much pain. For him nothing more to do then to press a switch, no greater effort than to turn on the light in a room, and a helpless human being in his power experienced pain beyond all imagination.

Like this blonde slut screaming for his pleasure right now. He turned the rod off and pulled it out of her, then. She still twitched and sobbed and whined, though.

“Such a sweet, naughty pussy!” he said, chortling softly. “Still thinking about cocks, you little slut?” Tina merely panted desperately, her sweat-soaked body heaving. Chen looked down at her, his gaze fixing itself on her cunt and with a surge of sadistic glee he put the rod to use again.

“I think your pussy can use lots more of this, don’t you agree?” he giggled as he pushed the rod switched-on against her pussy lips. Again Tina shrieked and wailed and gurgled as her pussy was electrocuted. Chen sighed in pleasure as he began to play with the rod in earnest. He moved the crackling tip of the rod up and down her vulva, up towards her belly knob and back as she jumped and heaved on the table. Then he moved the tip of the rod from her pussy over her right inner thigh and back over her pussy to the left inner thigh. He kept at it, occasionally giving her a few seconds to catch her breath before he switched the rod back on and moved it over her inner thighs and belly over and over again, yet made sure that in its travels the rod lingered the most and the longest over and inside Tina’s pain-wrecked pussy. Again and again, he fucked her with it as she screeched and only sometimes, as if in afterthought, he would push the rod against her strutting, jiggling tit-globes. His sadistic attention was mainly between her spread legs, though, and he was determined not stop until he was fully convinced that her pussy, crotch and womb were nothing but a continuous firestorm of excruciating pain. When he finally stopped, Tina was babbling and spittle ran from her mouth. Her body was drenched in sweat and her breathing was laborious.

He put the rod away and drove his still hard cock back inside her furiously aching pussy. He fucked her calmly for some time, simply enjoying the softness of her silken flesh around his cock and enjoying it even more, knowing that it was pain-filled beyond human conception due to his torture with the rod.

When she seemed to be barely lucid again he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at her. Her eyes rolled for a moment then managed to focus on him.

“You are a lovely one, you know that, little slut?” he said, his cock fucking in and out of her small, pain-throbbing pussy.

“And do you know what that means for you?” he smirked as he fucked a bit harder. “That means that I will keep you alive and in pain down her for as long as you can possibly survive. You think that little toy just now caused you real pain? You think this was bad?” he stressed his point by giving her pussy a really hard thrust that made her cry out in fresh pain.

“Oh no, this was just a start!” he went on. “Merely the slightest of starts for you, my pretty one. A mere taste of what is yet to come.” He kept fucking her as he spoke, clearly warming up to the subject.

Even through her dazed mind she was able to gather the meaning of his words. She understood.  All the insides and outsides of her pussy was a flaring, burning, pain-throbbing mass of tortured nerve-endings sending waves and waves of agony through her system although the actual torture had seized some moments ago. She could not imagine ever, ever having any natural feelings in her pussy again. To say nothing of experiencing sexual pleasure ever again. Her womb was a thumping lump of agony and she wondered how much it was damaged from the shocks. And he was saying to her that this was nothing?!

“I have so many toys down here to use on you, so many ways to bring you to the peak of agony, you little whore! And you will be amazed and despaired by the ingenious ways I will inflict pain to your body without damaging its pleasant appearance. You want to remain pretty for your master, now won’t you?” Tina could do nothing but groan as the big man continued to fuck her tortured pussy and seemingly aroused his mind with all the terrible things he planned to do to her. His hands came up and kneaded her pain-filled tit-cones again. His steel-hard fingers digging into the pliable breast-meat evoking fresh sobs of pain in Tina’s chest.

“If you could only guess at some, only some of the things I can do to those pretty tits of yours before their looks will give out you would beg me to cut them off right now. And if you would be able to imagine all the kinds of pain I have in store for that slut-pussy of yours, you would beg me to kill you right here.” His fucking increased in speed and force, making Tina grunt and sob in pain and misery.

“That is where you will get it the worst, slut!” he said, his voice dripping with unveiled sadism as he rolled, twisted and kneaded her aching breast-globes and fucked her throbbing pussy. “Your tits and cunt. That is where I shall give you the most pain. I shall make you regret being such a cock-hardening whore to look at. I shall make you regret being even born, slut!”

His big hands left her breasts and closed around her throat then. Not crushing it in a steel-hard grip as he could have done but squeezing it almost gently, yet most certainly with sufficient force, to keep her from breathing.

In time, Tina’s eyes started to bulge out as her lungs began to strain with the lack of oxygen. She began struggling wildly against the cuffs holding her down and Chen was delighted by her hopeless efforts. For her it was not only the simple and painful horror of not being able to breathe, of slowly being suffocated but also terrifying fact that she was so completely impossible for her to follow her most primal instinct for survival and clutch and tear at the hands around her throat. Gurgling noises kept escaping her crushed throat. Her back arched, her tits heaved and her pussy clutched his cock frantically in her panic as he kept fucking her. Chen merely grinned down at her, totally engulfed in the pleasure of fucking into her wildly twitching pussy while denying her the air she needed to live at the same time.

He pulled his cock almost out of her again, merely the head of his cock remaining inside the entrance of her pussy. He released her throat and Tina frantically began taking in a heaving breath of sweet, life-preserving air which her lungs were screaming for. But before she could take the breath in Chen gave her a horrible, brutal thrust with his all too big cock into the deepest pit of her pussy. As before, for Tina it was like being hit in the gut with a baseball-bat, yet like being hit inside her gut not from outside. The force of it drove the one, first breath of air she would have had in two minutes right out of her again, making her gag and cough miserably. Her system finally absorbed the brutal fuck-thrust into her pussy and belly and she was able to take in a breath of air. And a merciful second one. And a third.

Chen let her breathe, slowly fucking her again. Not out of pity, of course, but simply because he did not wish to kill her so soon and partly because he enjoyed the sight of her breasts rising and falling with her quick panting.

Chen felt his pleasure mounting, then. He felt the cum building up in his balls and he intensified the force of his fucking again. Tina groans and grunts became louder as the speed and force of the all too huge cock ramming in and out her cunt went up.

“UUUNGHHH!!!.... UUUNGHHH!!!.... UUUNGHHH!!!.... UUUNGHHH!!!...”

Chen’s breathing came faster and heavier as his climax came nearer and nearer. His face twisted with nastiness as he pulled his cock almost out of the quivering teen’s cunt, once more, and once more put all his strength and weight into one incredible brutal thrust into her.

Tina screamed in pain, then sobbed hopelessly and then screamed again as he repeated the act.

“Whore!” Chen hissed as he brutally rammed his cock into her soft, tender pussy.

“Slut!” he growled as fucked his mighty cock into the silky depths of her cunt-shaft, his cock head pounding against her cervix.

“Worthless…” his cock ramming into her as she cried out. “CUNT!!”

Then he felt the cum shooting up inside his cock and spurting out of the tip of his cock-head while he was deeply buried inside her. Streams of white, milky semen shot from his cock high up the shuddering, weeping teen’s belly, coating her cervix. Chen shuddered as well. His back arched back and his lips were drawn from his clenched teeth. He grinded his groin against hers in an effort to bury his cock as deep inside her as possible. Tina felt her cervix opening and his still spurting cock entering her very womb as she lay there shaking and sobbing.

Chen stood motionless like this for a while as his cock seized to ejaculate into Tina’s belly and the boiling and churning in his belly slowly subsided.

He looked down at the girl. Her eyes were half closed and she was only barely conscious as a result of the brutal rape and the torture. Chen’s cock, though, was still hard inside her ravaged pussy, now slippery wet from his cum.

“Slut!” he said again, casually slapping her left breast with the palm of his hand. Tina cried out as the pain was so much greater than it should be, due to the electric shocks her tits had received. Chen smiled nastily down at her.

His cock was still hard and he intended to fuck that little slut until she gave out.

General Chen’s

White Torture Slave

Five

“All right. This has now become more complicated.” Aaron Quayle started the meeting.

It was another conference room as the one Jack Castle had occupied with Quayle and his assistant Tonya Deering when he took this assignment a few days ago.

This room was smaller, since it was a rather unimpressive building Quayle Enterprises owned in this busy, noisy street in the middle of Bangkok. But it was spacious enough for the small group sitting around a large table, facing each other.

Besides Jack, Quayle and Tonya there was a thin, young man present with huge glasses and dressed in a suit that was a little too big for his slim frame. Tonya was dressed casually in very tight denim pants, cowboy boots and a thin, white shirt under which she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. Jack was bemused by the slim guy’s efforts not to look at Tonya’s nipples pushing out darkly against the white fabric of her shirt. He turned his attention back to business and listened to Quayle`s briefing.

“As it seems, my daughter actually did get away from those pirate bastards and made it to shore on the island of Botaia. That is a minor island state halfway between Ho Chi Minh City and the Riau Islands. I got this information from an old friend inside the Agency. They are spying on the Botaia government for some time now and one of their operatives was able to take a picture of an American girl inside the palace.”

Quayle opened a laptop in front of him and turned it around. Jack could make out Tina Quayle pretty clearly, standing naked in a corridor. He was curious about her nudeness but refrained from mentioning it. As far as he could see, she was uninjured. So that trip on the pirate ship could not have been all that bad. Jack doubted that this new and solid information about the location of Quayle’s daughter and the fact that she was unhurt would do the pirates any good. Some of them should be dead by now. Some of them were doubtlessly still being tortured for information that was no longer needed.

He pushed all thoughts about the pirates’ fate aside. He needed to concentrate on the problem at hand. And since he had heard a few things about the government of Botaia, he knew that getting Tina Quayle out of that country would not be all that easy.

“So, is there a possibility of opening a dialogue with the Botaian government?” Tonya asked Quayle, while putting her arms over the backrest of her chair and thereby pushing out her generous breasts for the attention of the slim guy besides her employer.

‘Bitch!’ Jack thought to himself. He did not like Tonya Deering and her haughty and arrogant attitude. But he still found some amusement in her play with this little geek.

“Not likely.” Quayle said. “Mr. Simmons will give you all the details.”

Simmons coughed and folded his hands on the desk in front of him.

“Yes…well…” he coughed nervously again. “Well. The government of Botaia is actually a dictatorship. It is led by a General Chen, who reportedly maintains a virtual police state to keep himself in power. There are definite connection between his government and numerous terror organizations and drug trafficking. Yet, since Botaia is an independent state without allegiance to any other government, there is little to be done about that. For all intents and purposes you might say that this General Chen is….untouchable.”

“And why is it not possible to contact this Chen and open negotiations.” Tonya insisted. “Clearly, there is a good reason for her being walked around naked like this.” She pointed at the picture on the laptop where Tina’s nudeness remained frozen digitally for all to see. As if realizing that all of a sudden, Quayle slammed the laptop shut. That didn’t faze Tonya in the slightest.

“I mean, even if that Chen intents to…” She caught Quayle’s look and modulated the word that almost got out. “…use her; it should be possible to make some kind of bargain for your daughter’s return.”

Quayle´s face darkened even more and nodded at Simmons to go on. The little guy nervously adjusted his glasses and coughed a few more times, while giving the tall, beautiful brunette a few shy looks as if he was highly uncomfortable to continue this part of the briefing with her present. He finally got around to continue, but not without blushing considerably.

“Well….ahem…Yes, well. I got all the files obtainable on this General Chen and….” He coughed again before he went on. “Perhaps I should have mentioned my degree in psychiatry…well.”
Tonya began tapping her booted foot on the floor with growing impatience and Jack was not much more successful in hiding his mounting exasperation. But Simmons finally stumbled towards the point he wanted to make.

“Well, judging from the files and the observations of the CIA operatives in the field there is no doubt that General Chen is... quite a sadist.”

Jack whistled softly while Tonya raised an eyebrow. Simmons cleared his throat once more before he went on.

“Evidently his intention is not only to rape Ms. Quayle but also to torture her to death in the process. That…process…may well have started already and there is little chance that he will give Ms. Quayle up, no matter for whichever compensation we choose to offer.”

“What are the chances for an assault at the palace?” Jack prompted. Tortured to death did not sound good at all. He would only see full payment if the girl was handed over to Quayle alive.

“None, whatsoever.” Simmons replied. “You will get all the information about the military forces under the General’s command and the layout and fortification of his palace, where we know Ms. Quayle is kept. But you will find his palace impregnable.”

“The only way to get to him is infiltration!” Quayle threw in. “We will give the two of you fake identities. Fake arrests, fake criminal records…all the stuff the Botaia police will check up on when you go in as a noveau riche drug dealer, Jack.” Quayle looked at Tonya. “And his girlfriend.” Tonya visibly flinched at the idea.

“It will take some time to put up your credentials and contact Chen’s business associates. But if all goes well the two of you will be at Chen’s palace in two, no later than, three days.” Simmons added.

“Now wait a minute.” Tonya started. “Marching around the jungle with that Neanderthal’s bozos looking for your daughter is one thing, Mr. Quayle. But this is a little more then my paycheck covers.”

Quayle’s tone became considerably darker as he stared at Tonya. “May I remind you that it is not only my monthly paycheck that secures your services to me and my company, Ms. Deering?” Tonya swallowed and sat back, her face darkened and her mouth pouting in frustration. Jack wondered about the leverage that old bastard had on Tonya.

“There is the time factor to consider, Mr. Quayle.” He said. He did not hesitate to go in undercover, yet he planned on settling a considerable bonus with Quayle before he went.

“As Mr. Simmons pointed out, your daughter might be actually tortured as we speak. It would save time and force this General Chen to respond or at least to refrain further molesting your daughter, if you go public with this. I know I urged you to do the opposite when Ms. Quayle was a captive of mere pirates. But this situation is different. When the public learns an American rich girl being raped and tortured by the head of a government, the political pressure would probably be too much even for Botaia. I don’t reject the infiltration operation. But it is time consuming. And your daughter may be dead in three days.”

Quayle stared back at Jack with stern gaze.

“Jack, I appreciate your concern for my daughter. But let me make two things clear. One: it is an undeniable fact that this company of mine is making good business. Business that ultimately pays for your services, as well. Now, the prime factor of the smooth operations of my company is…. inconspicuousness. Going public with my daughter’s disappearance will substantially cripple that inconspicuousness. Two: I will not stand in front of some slit-eyed, third world, third class jungle-chief and fucking beg for my daughter’s return. I am going to fucking take her from him, you understand?!”

Quayle face had suffused, but he quickly calmed down again and went on in a more moderate tone. “As for the time factor…as for the possibility of my daughter being alive in three days…” his voice trailed off and he looked at Simmons.

Simmons looked at Jack, again quickly stealing a shy and uncomfortable glance at Tonya, before coughing and taking over for Quayle.

“Well….ahem…as for the time factor. Uhm….Well, actually the…ahem…attractiveness of Ms. Quayle should work in our favor. As I said, General Chen is a sadist, specifically the kind of sadist who gains sexual pleasure from causing pain. He especially gains pleasure from dispensing pain on beautiful women. So, while am sorry to say that in all probability Ms. Quayle is already…ahem… serving the General in that capacity, I am also confident that he will refrain from causing her permanent damage for as long as possible.” Simmons was blushing again and he kept clearing his throat, visibly eager for the meeting to end.

“You see, for a sexual sadist the attractiveness of his victim is a major factor. The attractiveness of a female victim compels him to cause her pain. The pain dispensed leads to sexual pleasure on his part, then to rape and eventual release. As he undoubtedly wishes to keep this cycle going for as long as possible, he will resort to ways of inflicting pain that won’t kill or disfigure Ms. Quayle just yet.”

There was a moment of silence in the room. Then Quayle spoke up again.

“You see there is still time for the infiltration operation. You and Tonya prepare yourselves for the roles. And find a way to bring my daughter back!”

Jack got up in silence and went out. Well, that was a cold blooded son of a bitch, if there ever was one, he thought. He actually had no qualms about letting his daughter go through this, just so that his business keeps running smoothly.

Then, in his mind, he shrugged it off. It was his business, his money and his daughter. And if that geek in there was right, at this point in time it probably wasn’t all that terrible for that little bitch that started all this trouble. At least not yet. She would just have to take a little more fucking and a little more spanking before they got her out.

Tina was lying on the bench in her cell.

If Jack would see her now, he would be astonished if he only would be able to feel what she felt. Considering the absence of any large bruises, any cuts, any trace of disfigurement, any visible burning marks it would have baffled Jack Castle to experience just how much pain was actually gnawing away at the panting girl.

Tina did not move, could hardly move. She was totally exhausted. All the muscles in her body were aching from the electric spasms. She felt as if she had been carrying heavy rocks around all day. Even the tiniest movements of her legs sent sharp pangs of pain through her inner thighs from her overstretched tendons. In addition each movement of her legs made her pussy flare up in pain; an aftereffect of the rough, brutal fucking. But that was not all. Adding to her misery was the constant, burning ache on her belly, cunt-lips and thighs from the countless electric shocks. Yet, even that pain was nothing compared to the constant burning inside her breasts, pussy and womb that just wouldn’t go away.

The big man had fucked her for God knows how long, spurting more cum into her several times. He had constantly kneaded, twisted and slapped her aching tit-mounds as he had raped her. Then he finally seemed satiated, he had pulled his cock out of her and stepped up to the side of the table she was strapped on. He then had begun choking her again; his big hands around her throat, his smiling face only inches away from hers. He had looked into her wide open eyes with enjoyment and fascination as her lungs had screamed for air and she had struggled frantically against her bindings, despite her exhaustion. He had kept this up for several minutes, always choking her near unconsciousness, then allowing her to breathe a few times only to cut off her supply of air again.

Then she finally, mercifully did loose consciousness. And as she awakened, she found herself back in her cell.

Shortly after, the door to her cell had opened and two Asians entered. One was a guard, Tina had not seen before, the other was a doctor. He examined her roughly, ignoring her cries of pain and whines as he forced her to move, to sit up…all actions that sent sharp pains through her body. He measured her blood pressure, glared into her eyes and finally gave her an injection. Tina dared to hope that the injection may have been a painkiller, but the doctor – in broken English – told her otherwise. It was a vitamin injection to counter the lack of nutrition her body had suffered over the last few days. When she dared to appeal to his duty as a doctor and give her something against the pain, he merely chortled and told her that it was his job to keep her alive for as long as possible, not to see to her comfort.

For the next hours Tina simply lay on the hard bench trying not to move, trying to minimize the constant pain gnawing at her. Through that pain, her dazed mind was still struggling with the effort of grasping the reality of her situation.

She had no doubt that the big man would repeatedly torture her body until it was destroyed. There had been not a shred of remorse, not a splinter of pity in his eyes as he had raped and tortured her. As a human being she was as insignificant to him as a fly was to a cruel child, which might amuse itself by ripping out the wings and legs of the tiny insect.

And still Tina could not entirely grasp the fact that she had been tortured and would be tortured again. Torture was something that happened to poor peasants, to political prisoners and such. And its purpose was to gather information, for God’s sake. It just couldn’t be true that she was tortured, just because… just because that big man got off on it! It just couldn’t be happening to her.

But here she was, lying on the bench in pain and wincing and holding her breath with every tiny sound outside in fear that someone would open the door to take her back to the big man’s torture room. She found herself listening for sounds of other prisoners in the other cells. She desperately hoped to discover that there were more prisoners, especially more female ones which the big man might use for his twisted pleasure the next time. But all she heard was the broken sobbing of the man who had been tortured at the same time as she had been.

When the door did finally open, Tina’s spine turned to ice and she began to tremble in panic. It was the Asian, who had brought her here. But instead of dragging her out of the cell, he merely put two bowls down on the floor right beside the door. He grinned nastily at her and locked the door as he left the cell again. Tina’s heartbeat slowed down and as she saw the content of the bowls she felt her stomach twisting with hunger. One was filled with water, the other with cold rice. It would have been an act of mercy to put the two bowls right beside the bench so she could reach them. But, simply out of cruelty, the Asian had put them as far away from her as possible.

Tina sobbed with hunger, so terrible that it outweighed the prospect of more pain. She glided from the bench, falling on the stone floor. Her fatigued arms did not manage to support her body so she crushed her pain-throbbing breasts between her torso and the floor and cried out in pain and misery. Then, after a few moments, she began to slowly, painstakingly crawl towards the food. When she finally reached it, she wolfed the rice down. And when it was all gone, she licked the bowl clean with the tongue long after the last piece or rice was gone; sobbing in dismay because there wasn’t anymore left. Then she gulped down the water.

When she was finished, she found herself unable to return to the bench. So she simply kept lying on the cold stone floor, dreading the next time the door might open again.

Chen was sitting behind his huge desk and busied himself with paperwork.

He had held two meetings today and attended an inspection of his troops. Now he had one, maybe two hours of paperwork to do before he planned to retire for the day. All during the day he found it difficult to subdue the stirrings in his pants as his thoughts lecherously circled around his private dungeons and the newest prize he had down there. He seldom allowed his pleasures to interfere with his work. For a man in his position, negligence could be dangerous. But he permitted himself this weakness and excused it by the extraordinary beauty of his newest torture toy and by the fact that his pleasures with her had only just started.

It really seemed the Gods had acknowledged his weariness concerning his present supply of victims and gave him this blonde, white-skinned American whore to pleasure himself with. She really was beauty, right out of those American magazines. Ah yes, he mused. That white whore’s body will experience all the different kinds of pain his sadistic mind could think of. His cock got hard underneath the desk as he contemplated only some of the ways he would bring her to the peak of agony and suffering before he would allow her to die. He smiled to himself while planning this evening’s session with that little slut. Then he forced himself to concentrate on his work, again. Overindulgence always led to decadence. He would finish his work and then he would go downstairs to play with that American girl, who dared to interfere with his work, intruding his mind.

Insolent little slut! He mused before pushing away all thoughts of the panting, miserable teen, lying deep below on the floor of her cell, right at this moment.

Slowing down his work, would she? He would punish her for this!

The moment Tina had feared came.

The door to her cell was opened and the two Asian guards of this dungeon dragged her outside. She had regained some, only some of her strength, but she was still far too weak to offer any real resistance. She was not taken to the large torture chamber at the end of the cell block, though. At least not right away.

Instead she was pushed into a door right beside the elevator doors. She blinked in surprise as she recognized a bathroom similar to the one she had seen up above. Also here, there were two Asian women, smiling politely at her as they washed her in a bathtub. As politely as they smiled, they paid no heed to Tina’s cries of pain and misery as they soaped her aching body, washed her breasts and rinsed out her pussy with large cylindrical spoon. Tina’s pleas for help were also ignored. It was hopeless, of course. Even the three of them could never overpower the two guards, carefully watching them. To say nothing of getting upside and out of the palace. But at the least, the very least, Tina had hoped for the smallest hint of sympathy in the eyes of the Asian women. Just the smallest bit of pity for a human being of the same sex about to be raped and tortured again. But they ignored her pitiful attempts with indifferent politeness.

When Tina was clean again, her wet strands of hair were blow-dried into golden waves flowing down her shoulders and back. She was pedicured and manicured again. And she received another treatment with sweet-smelling body-oils. She tried to savor these precious moments of pleasure, despite the constant pains in her body, her breasts and her sex.

Then she was finished, the two guards dragged her out of the bathroom and down the corridor. Tina’s belly knotted in fear and she began to whine and trembling all over as she was taken to the torture chamber. She tried to struggle against the guards holding her in an iron grip. She tried to stem herself against being forced towards the torture room, her bare feet ineffectively skidding over the stone floor. But the guards were far too strong for her and effortlessly pushed her closer and closer towards the huge door and the horrors behind it.

Her pitifully useless resistance seemed to amuse the two guards. They laughed crudely at the naked teen, her body all sweet smelling skin and the perfect blend of leanness and full-rounded female curves twisting and squirming in their strong arms. Even though Tina could not understand their words, she knew that they were callously joking about her.

“This little white slut does not seem so eager about going back in there, eh?”

“Hah! No, she doesn’t. His Excellency must have taught her a few things about pain, already.”

“And this is a real pretty one. One like this is bound to receive many, many lessons by His Excellency. I wager she will last much longer than the most.”

“You hear that American cunt-whore? You will get the most thorough education about all kinds of living death, round-eyed slut!”

“Bah! That dumb, white fuck-pig does not understand you. But she ought to remain alive long enough to learn begging for mercy in our language.”

Both laughed cruelly as they reached the door and one of them used the control panel to open it. Tina was pushed inside as she whimpered and sobbed. One of them was holding her arms behind her back while the other one opened a drawer at the work-table and took out a few items.

The one holding her frog-marched her towards the table and Tina shivered as she could make out more and more horrifying items on the tabletop. The man behind her kept a hold on her as the other one bent down put a thick, black leather cuff around her ankle. It was in fact an iron band, encased in thick, black, shining leather. It was heavy and had four iron rings attached to it, one in front, one at the back and two at the sides.

The man put the same kind of cuff around her other ankle. The man behind her released her arms and another set of exactly the same kind of cuffs went around her wrists, tightly encasing them in their grip. Then the man in front of her put a larger, even thicker and wider iron band, incased in black leather around her neck. It too, was equipped with four heavy iron rings. Two at the sides, one at the back and one in front.

Tina stood there, trembling with fear. The collar and the cuffs were heavy and seemed to drag her down. With a cruel smile, the man in front of her took another item from the table. Tina wasn’t sure what it was supposed to be. It looked like a black leather top with a loop above for support around the neck and to be closed behind with a pair of belt buckles. Yet, there were two holes in front at the size of a woman’s fist, each. He put the loop over her head and let it rest against the back of her neck. As he pressed the front against her chest she whimpered in pain and tried to back off. But the man behind her pushed her forward and fastened the belt buckles on her back. Tina mewled in pain as the front of the leather-top was crushing her aching breasts flat against her chest. Only a part of each tit oozed out through the holes in front.

She desperately tried to push the man in front of her away, tried to reach behind her to open the top and free her breasts from the fresh pain. But the man behind her snarled and pulled her arms behind her back. With a clicking sound, the cuffs around her wrists were connected and Tina’s hands were tied behind her back.

The man behind her held her arms and the one in front her stepped up close, both of them sandwiching Tina between them. She sobbed pitifully as the man in front reached for the right bulge of tit flesh, oozing out from the tight hole. Grinning sadistically, he grabbed the bulge firmly and began to pull. Tina whined and cried out as more and more of her fiercely burning and aching tit-flesh was pulled through the hole, her breast-cone squeezed brutally as more and more of it was pulled through. After some pulling and yanking her right tit was through in all its fullness, the hole now crushing tightly down on the base of the breast-mound.

He did the same to her other tit, clearly enjoying the feel of his pliable breast in his hand as he pulled at it. When the other breast was through, the man behind her pulled the straps on the back of the top as tight as they would go, making Tina grunt.

The miserable teen stared down at her breasts. The top was wound around her chest as tightly as possible. The holes, from which her tits were bulging out now, were way too small and tight for the bases of her breasts. They squeezed down hard and painfully. But much more painful was the feeling in Tina’s poor tits. They had now taken the shape of two big, mushroom-shaped balls of aching breast-meat. It seemed as nothing more than the flick of a finger was necessary to make the painfully tightened skin break and the breast explode like an overblown balloon. For Tina, the pain in her breasts would be terrible under normal circumstances. Having been slapped and electrocuted countless times, however, her tits were ten times more sensitive then normal. So the pain of having her tits bloated out like this wasn’t terrible, it was nothing but excruciating.

The men seemed to be satisfied with her appearance. Tina was still stark-naked with the exception of the black leather collar around her neck, the black leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles and the torturous leather top squeezing out her breasts. And those humiliating and painful items made her feel all the more naked and vulnerable. With her arms still cuffed on her back she was led towards an iron pole, seemingly embedded in the stone floor. The men forced her to stand over the pole, then spread her legs far apart and fastening the cuffs around her ankles to iron rings set in the floor. She was standing spread-legged over the pole, its conic tip pointing right up at her pussy. One of the men held her in place while the other one took a remote control wired to a small console near the pole. He depressed a button and the pole began to make a constant humming sound. Tina looked down, fearfully, and then tried to twist away as she saw the pole ascending. Its tip would make it relatively easy to glide into her, but the thickness of its body made Tina shudder. She tried to pull and twist her pussy away from the climbing pole. But the man behind her held her in place. She winced, and then cried out as the pole’s tip pushed against her highly sensitized pussy-lips. Then she groaned in pain and despair as the pole forced its way into her cunt with mechanical indifference to the straining pain it caused.

The man behind her released her then. But the pole was already sufficiently high up inside her and she couldn’t free herself anymore. Tina sobbed in fear and pain. She looked at the Asian controlling the pole with despair in her wide open eyes. The Asian merely grinned at her and, still humming, the pole went higher and higher up her cunt-shaft. Tina whined then cried out in pain as the pole’s tip pushed against her cervix. She pulled her legs as close as even possible, making the rings in the ground and those on her ankle-cuffs clink.

The pole ceased its upward movement and Tina sobbed in relief. Then her eyes widened as the Asian pushed another button. She couldn’t see what went on inside her pussy, of course. But she could feel that the tip of the pole was opening up, forcing her pussy walls farther apart. Then something seemed to emerge from inside the pole.

If Tina would be able to see it, she would cringe at the cruelty of the device. But feeling it without seeing was probably even more horrible. The tip of the pole had opened inside her and from within emerged another pole, only slightly smaller in diameter as the pole surrounding it. Still its thickness was torturous for Tina’s small pussy. Instead of the pole surrounding it, however, this poles tip was not cone-shaped but flat. Only the edges of the tip were smoothed a bit, in order to avoid tearing up a woman’s pussy-tube as it went up. At the center of the poles top, covering half of its surface there were a dozen, half an inch long, blunt but thin iron spikes attached.

The Asian smiled knowingly at Tina as he pushed the previous button again. The trembling teen looked at him appealingly then her eyes snapped open as she felt the spikes pushing against her cervix. If the pole would have gone higher and higher, she may have been able to take its conic shape into her womb. But the flattened, spiked tip of the inner pole could not get passed that point. Instead it pushed and pushed more and more against her cervix, the blunt spikes not piercing but indenting, deforming…hurting!

Tina screamed and stood on her toes, her legs so very far apart. The pressure and the pain kept mounting as the pole pushed higher and higher.
”Please….” She howled. “OH PLEASE PLEASE STOOOP!”

And suddenly the humming and the movement stopped. Tina stood there, legs trembling; sweat running down her body, her pussy straining around the thick metal pole inside her and her cervix resting torturously on a dozen long spikes indenting it.

The two guards went out of the chamber, grinning at her predicament, as Tina begged them not to leave them like this. She sobbed in anguish. The pain was unbelievable. Her cervix felt like being pronged on a dozen forks. The pain in her overworked thigh tendons was immense but soon was surpassed by the strain in her toes. She had to keep standing on her toes. She just had to. Standing flat on her feet would mean even greater pain inside her. She had to keep standing on her toes.

Her toes gave out and she sank down on the pole. And shrieked in pain. The agony seemed to give her the strength she needed to get back on her toes. And to remain like that for a while.

She did not know how long she was suffering like this. It may have been minutes; it may have been an hour in which she slid down onto the pole again and again. And each time the pain in her cervix made her cry out in agony.

The huge door opened and the big man entered the torture chamber. As before, he was almost naked. This time he wore a thin black leather string around his hip. It went down in front and ended in a pair of two thicker loops, also made of black leather. One was around the base of his cock, tightly hugging it. The other went around the base of his scrotum, tightening his huge balls. Tina found it incomprehensible, how wearing such fetish garment could appeal to a man. But, then again, it was only the smallest expression of his twisted sickness, considering what he put her through. This time, his cock was already hard and pointing menacingly up at the miserable teen as he approached her. He looked up and down her body, clearly satisfied with what he saw.

Tina looked back at him, her chest torn between feelings of despair and hope. Despair because this was the man, who did these things to her. His mere presence was a promise of more and different kinds of pain. Hope because compared to what she was going through right now, even a different kind of pain would offer even a temporary relief.

Chen went around her, admiring the sight of her backside: the blonde hair flowing down her shoulders, her bound arms behind her back, her hands flexing and twisting in their cuffs, her strained, spread, quivering legs, the soles of her feet as she stood on her toes and the sight of her firm buttocks and that metal pole disappearing into her pussy in front.

He then went in front of her again and took that sight in as well, leisurely; not caring for the agony she felt: that beautiful, once arrogant face framed by her golden hair, the eyes tear-filled and pleading, the mouth twisted in pain, the two painfully bloated out breasts, the firm, taut, twitching belly, her golden pussy hair and her young, tight cunt strained around the metal pole inside it. Even if it weren’t for the pain, she was in, the sight of her with those cuffs, the collar and the tit-torture-top would be enough to arouse him. It somehow appealed to him especially, that in contrast to chest her hips, crotch and cunt were in no way adorned or even clad; completely naked for him.

He stood in front of her, his fist against his hips, and smiled into her tear-wet face.

Then one of his hands came up and stroked over her bloated titties.

“Did you enjoy your night” he asked casually.

Tina merely stared back at him in pain and confusion. His face darkened and his hand seized one of her breasts and started squeezing. The girls hissed then yelled in pain.

“I except an answer when I ask a question, slut!” he said loudly enough to get through her wail of pain.

“Did you enjoy your night?!” he repeated, easing off on her breast a little.

Tina sniffed and sobbed then managed to answer.

“Yes Master.”

“Good.” He said. He did not squeeze her breast anymore, but his hand was still stroking it, threateningly.

“You like being here, yes?”

“Yes Master.”

Tina knew there was no way of keeping this sadist from doing to her, whatever he wanted. Still, it was unthinkable to do or say anything that might give rise to his anger.

“Good.” Chen said again, still stroking her pain-throbbing tits and savoring the unbelievable pain she had to endure inside her belly. His smile came back, a terrible thing to look at.

“You want me to torture you again, yes?”

“….”

Tina gaped and his face darkened again.

“Well?!”

“no…” Tina said in the smallest, forlorn voice.

“WHAT?!” Chen barked indignantly.

“no…” she barely whispered. Then she burst out in fresh tears.

“Oh please, Master. Don’t hurt me, please. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll do ANYTHING!”

Chen picked up a long, black rubber club from a table nearby and put its end under her chin, lifting her face up to face him.

“Well, we shall see if you will do…anything. I have an excellent imagination, you know.”

“Anything.” Tina whimpered as Chen moved the stick under her breasts and lifted the two bloated orbs up, playfully.

“We shall see.” He smiled. Then he picked up the control and pushed a third button. The inner pole glided down into the outer pole and Tina gave out a shuddering sigh of relief. The outer pole closed itself and glided down, as well. Tina sobbed as it left her pussy and she stood there, her wobbling legs still chained to the floor. Chen bent down and unfastened her ankle-cuffs from the iron rings but kept the teens wrists cuffed behind her back. Tina meekly, fearfully, closed her pain-throbbing legs. Chen stood before her, smiling cruelly with the club raised threateningly in the air.

“Kneel!” he said and Tina dropped instantly on her knees in front of him. He pushed his hard cock against her face and she knew instantly what he wanted her to do. He had clearly ordered her to kneel so she had to remain on her knees. That, however, meant that she had to strain her back and neck so she could reach the tip of his cock with her mouth. She took his cock-head into the warm, wet cavity of her mouth and painfully worked her head up and down over his hard cock. The tip of his cock-head pushed against the back of her mouth each time she took all she could of him inside her.

Chen merely stood there enjoying her efforts. Of course, he could bend his knees slightly; he could force his cock down a bit with his hand to make it a little easier on the girl. But he did nothing to help her, forcing the teen to strain and twist her body so she could take his hard, high strutting cock into her mouth. Tina felt her jaw muscles aching, already. She had to gap her mouth as wide open as it would go in order to being able to take his cock-tip in.

“Look up at me when I permit you to pleasure me, slut!” Chen barked suddenly. She flinched and obediently looked up at his cruel face staring down at her, as she worked her mouth up and down on his cock-head. She kept looking up at him, fearfully, while she licked her tongue up and down the length of his cock. She kissed his cock and licked it, then bobbed her head up and down over his cock-head, again; all the time looking up at his cruel, merciless face.

He gave no indication whether she did well, or if he would use any minor failure on her part as an excuse to torture her again. Tina was desperate to please him. She would do anything to keep him from strapping her down on another one of his torture devices and getting off on her pain.

“All the way down, slut!” he said. Tina knew what he meant. But there was simply no way for her to take his entire cock into her throat in this position. If it was even possible, at all. Fearing that he had found his excuse for more torture she pleaded with him.

“Please, Master. Please, I will do it but I can’t…like this!” she mewled pitifully. Chen glared down at her.

“Get up, slut!” he said. Tina quickly obeyed and stood before him, trembling all over in fear. Chen looked at her through slit eyes and pushed the club back under her chin, forcing her head back.
”Spread your legs!” he commanded. Sniffing and sobbing Tina complied. Chen made a displeased growl deep in his throat. Then he rammed up his knee between her legs.

He put all his strength behind the attack and the bony point of his knee hit her pussy with perfect accuracy and so much force that it actually lifted Tina off her feet and up in the air.

She began to shriek even before she dropped back on her feet and her legs folded under her, letting her fall to the floor. She trashed around, whining and crying, her legs closed and pulled towards her chest.

“I decide what you can or can’t do, do you understand, whore?”

“Yes, Master!” she sobbed. Chen pulled her up on her knees again. Then he forced her to arch her body back. Her hands found the floor behind her and supported her, although shakily. Chen took a grip on her hair and yanked her head back, as well. Then he stood behind her and moved his huge cock against her lips. She immediately opened her mouth as wide as she could and took his cock-head in. He wasted no time but forced his cock-head against the back of her throat. Tina gagged but desperately fought down the urge to vomit. Then her eyes widened in fear, even panic as the big man forced his cock deeper, pushing it mercilessly down her throat. She felt the rubber club stroking over her tender, blown-out tits and she desperately hoped that it was only meant as a threat.

Chen felt the tightness of her throat around his cock as he forced himself deeper and deeper inside her, totally uncaring about her pain and the fact that she could not breathe. He watched in fascination as her throat actually bulged out, putting considerable strain on the leather collar around it. Then he felt her chin and nose pressing against his crotch as he was as deep within her, as he could go. His cock was all the way down her throat and his cock-head was actually past her throat and inside her chest cavity.

Tina trembled violently, her throat widened painfully and her lungs screaming for air. Slowly, leisurely Chen began to fuck her. He moved his cock back and forth inside her, as if her mouth was a pussy and her throat was a cunt-tunnel. But he made sure that his cock cut off her supply of air all the time. Tina gurgled and gagged as he fucked her, trembling and starting to twist and squirm in rising panic. But he held her firmly in place, fucking her faster and faster as he felt his cum building up and his cock getting ready to spill.

After perhaps two minutes he finally pulled his cock fully out of her throat and mouth, allowing her to regain her breath in frantic heaving and panting. She could hear his growling command.

“Do not waste on drop, slut! Swallow everything, you hear!” she did not comprehend the meaning at first but then she understood as the first jet of milky sperm shot into her open mouth. She gulped down frantically, still desperately trying to catch her breath. Stream after stream spurted into her open mouth and since her head was still upside down, it was all the harder for Tina to swallow down all the big man’s cum.

Chen grumbled in pleasure as he shot is jism into the white girl’s mouth. When he was done he pushed his cock-head against Tina’s lips and she instinctively knew that she was supposed to suck off the last drops of cum from his piss-slit.

She did so and flicked her tongue around the tip of his cock-head taking up the remains of his climax, eagerly. The teen felt his cock pull away then and she still struggled to catch her breath. Her mouth was filled with the salty taste of the big man’s sperm.

Chen sighed with temporary satisfaction and watched his cock going soft and shrinking.

“Get up, whore!” he said and Tina struggled to her feet; not an easy task with her hands still cuffed behind her back. Then she stood in front of him and wondering what he would do to her next.

“Spread your legs!” he ordered and she sobbed pitifully. Yet she obeyed, fearing the consequences of disobedience even more than the imminent pain. He raised his rubber club and tapped its tip against her left breast a few times, then against her right breast. She twitched and trembled with the pain but managed to stand her ground. He smiled at her misery and lowered the club then, tapping its tip against her cunt.

This made her twitch and cringe more and she sobbed but still managed not to jump away or close her legs. The big man smiled nastily at her while he kept tapping her pussy with the club, not really hitting her, just tapping forcefully.

“Come, come!” he chided her. “You can’t ask me to believe that this little nudging is hurting your pussy!” Tina merely sobbed, not knowing how she was supposed to respond. No, it wouldn’t be really that painful under normal circumstances. But like her whole body and especially her breasts, her pussy was highly tenderized from the tortures he had put her through. So that little `nudging` did hurt her a lot.

Chen simply kept tapping her pussy as she stood there spread-legged, vulnerably, her face twisted in pain and her teeth clenched.

“Tell me, slut. Do you have any understanding about the pleasure of giving pain?” The club kept drumming against her pussy, relentlessly.

“N….No, Master.” She said, laboriously.

“There are women who crave pain, their pussies getting wet from being hurt. Are you sick like that? You like pain?” the tapping on her pussy slightly increasing in force.

Her mind raced as she desperately tried to figure out what he wanted to hear from her. As is face began to darken and the force of blows against her pussy increased a bit more, she hastened to answer truthfully.

“No, Master. Please, Master. I… I don’t…. like pain. I …am afraid…”

Chen smiled cruelly and kept tapping her cunt. His cock began to harden again.

“Yes, it’s such a sick thing. Who could possibly be able to enjoy being hurt? Sick!” He increased the force of the constant blows against Tina’s pussy a little bit more, making her moan in anguish and throw back her head, her pain-twisted face looking up at the ceiling.

“Ah…but giving pain…” he mused as his cock began to rise. “…giving pain is such a sweet pleasure. Naturally a dumb little slut like you can not possibly comprehend this. Look at me, whore!” he barked.

Tina lowered her face and looked at him through tear-filled eyes. She breathed through clenched teeth, her nostrils flaring as he kept beating her pussy, ceaselessly.

“Look at this device!” he ordered, his head nodding to their left. Tina complied and saw a complicated array of steel. Vertical and horizontal beams of steel connected with each other. Cuffs and chains attached to some of them as well as a number of small and large steel plates covered with spikes.

“Can you imagine how this device functions, you round-eyed American slut?” Chen smirked. Tina shook her head, at the verge of going insane with the constant beating of her pussy.

“Of course you can’t. Because you are a dumb whore. Nothing but a brainless pussy to fuck. But I invented that. I invented countless ingenious ways of making your body scream with pain. I am a master.” His eyes narrowing as he looked into her tear-streaked face.

“Say it!”

“You…” Tina gulped. “You are a master.”  While yelling at him to stop beating her pussy inside her mind.

“I can torture your white body like no other man in the world can. Say it!!”

Tina’s bloated tits heaved and shook as she began to weep in earnest but she managed to answer while he kept beating and beating her poor cunt.

“Yes, Master. You can…you can….you can… torture my wh…white body like no other man in the world.”

“That I can.” Chen smirked and stopped beating Tina’s pussy. The poor teen gave a shuddering moan of relief, tears running down her cheeks.

“But you will do anything in order to keep me from doing so, yes?” Chen said, his mien imperiously and his cock standing up in all its hard fullness. Tina sniffed and nodded.

“Go to that wall!” Chen said pointing at the left wall. There were a number of iron rings set in the wall, a couple of whips hanging from hooks and some kind of strange, metal panel. It was one meter wide and one meter high and covered with long, thin, yet blunt spikes. Tina walked towards it, insecurely, on wobbling legs. Chen followed her a few steps behind. The teen stopped right in front of the panel at the wall and noticed that her chest was exactly at the same height as the spiked panel. She started to turn towards the big man, unsure what to do.

“Stop!” Chen barked, his tone making the teen twitch. “Turn around to face the wall! Good!”

Tina stood in front of the spiked board, her bloated titties quivering in front of the dozens of metal thorns pointing at them.

“Now…” he said, his lopsided, nasty smile returned. “…I want to see you massage your breasts on that panel. You will push them hard against it, you hear? And you will move them all around on that board!”

Tina made a sound that was partly a groan and partly a sob, yet all dismay. She dared to turn around and look at the big man, appealingly. He merely scowled and whispered in dangerous tone.

“Don’t you dare to refuse, cunt. Another five seconds of hesitation and I’ll hang you up by your tits, you understand?” Tina’s eyes widened, not doubting for a second he would do it.

She sobbed miserably as she leaned forward and pushed her tits against the spikes, their tips not sharp enough to break the skin but long and thin enough to indent her breasts everywhere they made contact. It hurt awfully. Tina chest heaved in hopeless anguish as she tried to process the pain, fighting against her instinctive urge to leap back.

Teeth clenched, tears flowing she began moving her bloated tits around the board, rolling her breasts on the spikes, delivering her pain-throbbing titties to the steel thorn poking into them.

She was twisting and fisting her hands constantly as she moved her upper body up and down and from side to side while sobbing and whimpering.

Chen watched for a few minutes, his cock remaining hard while he watched her. Then he casually pushed a button at the side of the panel with the tip of his rubber club.

Instantly, Tina yelped in shock and pain and jumped back. The spikes had given her tits an electric shock. She looked at the big man with quivering lips and begging eyes.

“Who said you were allowed to stop, white slut!” he growled. Tina moaned in outraged misery. She knew she had to do it. If she didn’t he would surely do even worse things to her while having her tied up or strapped down. And in this hell she had found herself in, this was now what Tina dreaded the most: suffering pain while being immobilized.

She gingerly stepped forward again, closing the distance between her tits and the electrified spikes on the board. They touched her and she gave a sharp cry of pain, reflexively pulling back. Oh God that was painful. The shock had been a piercing spark of hurt, lancing through her breasts. Painful, yes, but not quite as terrifyingly painful as the electric shocks her tits had gotten from the metal rod just yesterday. Perhaps she could take it. Perhaps she could endure it to avoid worse things.

She saw the big man shifting impatiently and even starting to move towards her. She closed her eyes and drew back her lips, her clenched teeth shining whitely between them and her nostrils flaring with her rapid breathing. Then she moved forward. As she pressed her ballooned tits against the spikes her quick panting exploded in a cry of pain. The cry became a drawn-out wail of agony as she kept her tits firmly against the spikes electrocuting them. She threw back her head and shook it, her golden hair whipping around her shoulders as she began rolling her breasts on the spikes constantly shocking them. The voltage was in fact lower than during the torture with the metal rod the other day. But it was still way beyond the threshold were electricity started to cause pain. Tina screamed pitifully as she moved her breasts up and down and from side to side over the spikes, each new contact between a spike-tip and her tit-flesh sending a new, piercing electric jolt into her breasts.

Chen watched her agony with sadistic delight, giggling as he watched her tits rolling on the spikes, their tips poking into her taut breasts and jolting them. He leisurely stroked his hard cock as he looked at her trembling, twitching body and her beautiful face twisted in pain. His belly churned with malicious joy caused by the fact that she virtually tortured her tits by herself in the childish, senseless hope that it would spare her further pain.

‘Stupid bitch.’ He chortled inside his mind. Even after all this time, he still was amazed at the things these miserable sluts were willing to do for his amusement, hoping against hope that it would actually change anything.

For Tina it was a monstrous thing to be forced to do. The pain was an endless sequence of split-second sparks of electric pain stabbing into her tits as she pushed and rolled them over the spikes as if her breasts were two pieces of dough. Everything inside her body and mind screamed at her to jump away from the pain. But the will-shattering fear of the big man’s displeasure enabled her to somehow endure this agony. Her breaths came in rapid pants and she was constantly crying out and sobbing and weeping, piteously.

She could not tell how much time had passed as the big man put the club against her throat and pushed her away. She stood there, twitching and quivering, on shaky feet.

Chen looked at her for a few seconds then he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the large bed at the end of the torture chamber. He threw her down on the madras, her head banging painfully against the metal headboard of the bed, her bound arms being squeezed between the madras and her body.

Without wasting a second Chen straddled the teen’s chest, forcing the breath out of her lungs. She groaned loudly as she felt her ribs almost breaking under the weight of the big man. He merely laughed and grabbed her breasts with each of his hand. They felt incredibly hot in his hands. Tina whimpered at his touch as even that was sufficient to send fresh sparks of pain through her bloated titties. Then she yelled in pain as he roughly forced them apart and pushed his hard cock into her cleavage. He sighed in pleasure as he allowed her tits to close around the length of his cock. The torturous firmness of her breasts felt like a hot, fleshy vice around his cock. Sweetly tight, yet far from painful.

He began to move his cock back and forth between her tits. His large cock poked against her jaw as its root and his balls pushed against the underside of her breasts.

“Open your mouth, white slut!” he hissed. Tina obeyed and took the head of his cock into her mouth. The back of her head was leaned against the bed’s headboard, so the angle was favorable for this action. Chen pulled his cock back and moved it forward again. She felt his massive organ gliding back and forth between her pain-throbbing tits and had to take his cock-head into her mouth each time it came at her.

Chen tit-fucked the teen with complete disregard for his weight literally crushing her beneath him and felt the softness of her lips and tongue around his cock-head each time he pushed forward. Her misery seemed to satisfy him for a few moments. Then, his sadistic appetites rekindled, he put both his big hands on her breasts and crushed them together on his cock. Tina whined in pain as Chen hissed with the pleasure of the sweet tightness around his fuck-tool increasing. While keeping the pressure on her tits, he began kneading them, trying to sink his fingers into the taut meat of her breasts. Tina screamed around his cock-head constantly moving in and out of her mouth but dared not to do anything but to endure.

Chen was absolutely fascinated by the incredible, unyielding tightness of her breasts as his hands kneaded them. And he various ways of her whining, whimpering, sobbing and crying only added to the pleasure boiling in his cock and belly as he tit-fucked her.

He felt his balls tighten as he grinded them over her lower chest, his cum building up. He quickened the pace of his cock between her tits and crushed them with even more force.

“Do not spill one drop, whore!” he hissed. Then he groaned as he felt his cock spurting white streams of cum into the girl’s mouth and she eagerly gulped his semen down.

He savored the bliss of sexual release for a few moments as he remained seated on the teen’s chest, his softening cock still crushed between her breasts. Then he got up and stood at the side of the bed for a while, looking down at the girl.

Tina remained like she was. Her cuffed hands pinned down under back, her head resting against the hard headboard. It was painful but she dared not to move and ease her discomfort as she looked up at her tormentor with a pleading, pain-filled look in her eyes.

Chen smiled down at her. He reached for the small table at the side of the bed and picked up a pair of flat-nose pliers. He showed Tina the pliers, clicking the jagged tongs together menacingly.

“Spread your legs, white cunt!” he growled, making the teen-girl’s stomach tighten with fresh apprehension. Her legs quivered as they slowly, reluctantly opened up. Chen sat down on the madras between her wide spread thighs and looked down at Tina’s vulnerable pussy with frightening joy. He clicked the tongs of the pliers a few more times, watching the teen flinch with each clicking sound. Then he lowered them towards their target. Tina’s wide open eyes were glued to the pliers as they descended, moving down towards her pussy. Her fatigued body tensed and she clenched her teeth, trying to brace herself against the terrible crushing pain that was to come.

But instead of taking a grip on her pussy-lips, as she had dreaded, the pliers closed around one, just one of her blonde, tangled pussy-hair. Very gently at first, Chen pulled the pliers back up, pulling the single pussy-hair taut. He slowly increased the pull, stretching the skin around the hair up with it. Tina felt the pull at her pussy-hair increasing steadily, yet with incredible slowness, dragging out the moment when the root would finally be torn out of her skin. With sadistic patience, Chen stretched out the hair and the pain with constantly increasing strength for as long as it could go. Tina gave a small yelp of pain as the hair was finally pulled loose.

Chen smiled at her and Tina bit her lips as the pliers descended and seized another single pussy-hair, slowly pulling it taut. This too, he pulled out with deliberate slowness. Tina winced and yelped again, but the pain was not that bad. At first.

But the pain grew worse, culminating with each pussy-hair that Chen pulled out with carefully measured slowness. By the tenth hair, she began to whine and sob in anticipation of the pain to come. By the twentieth, tears began welling up in her eyes and running down her cheeks.

She began to cry, her chest and bloated tits heaving in gut-wrenching sobs as Chen pulled out one single pussy-hair after the other. Each one he seized with his pliers, he dealt with maddening patience and slowness.

Tina’s vain habit of keeping her pussy-hair in a bit more bushy triangle to show off its natural blondness now sourly backfired on her. The wealth of pussy-hair to plug out seemed endless as well as for Chen as for Tina, who whined and squirmed and cried out in hopeless denial as each hair was pulled tight, stretched then plugged out with sadistic patience, ensuring the maximum of pain for her with each single act.

Tina’s pain-twisted face was wet with tears, her lips trembling and her pleading eyes flashing from Chen’s broad, cruelly smiling face to the endlessly descending pliers in his big hand, plugging out her pussy-hair one by one with excruciating slowness and forcing cries of pain and sobs of misery from the poor teen.

About half and hour went by like this, although for Tina it felt considerably longer, until Chen finally stopped. By that time, the poor girl’s pussy was a fiery, throbbing mass of pain.

Looking down at her crotch, Tina was disheartened by the fact that her pussy did not look any different at all. The pain and length of the ordeal made her feel as if he had ripped out all of her pussy hair. But Chen had only plugged out some fifty or sixty hairs, perhaps a tenth of her neat, blond bush, so there were plenty left for his future amusement.

Chen climbed fully onto the bed and put the cock-head of his shaft against her dry slit. The pain he had dealt out on her had brought his cock back to full erection and he began to push brutally against the entrance of her pussy.

Tina mewled and groaned as his huge, hard, yellow shaft wormed its way into her cunt. She also groaned because of Chen’s huge belly coming to rest on her taut stomach. Placing his huge hands on either side of her head he had no qualms about letting the girl beneath him carry most of his tremendous weight.

Tina felt utterly crushed under his huge body and groaned with the effort of enduring his weight and managing to breath at the same time. She then sobbed piteously, as his all too huge cock moved high up inside her, spearing her pussy mercilessly and forcing her cunt-tube to extend painfully around his monstrous fuck-tool. His cock-head pushed against her cervix as he buried his entire length inside her.

“Slut!” he growled with pleasure, looking down into her hopelessly pleading eyes through his own narrowly slit eyes radiant with cruelty.

He then pulled back and rammed his cock into her with all his might. Tina screamed out in pain as his cock punched into her pussy with the size and hardness of a baseball-bat and the force of a locomotive’s piston. His cock-head indented her cervix with unbelievable force and made her insides twist and roll.

She panted rapidly as her body struggled to cope with the hugeness of Chen’s yellow fuck-tool deeply buried inside it as well as with the brutality of its invasion.

“Whore!” Chen hissed and repeated the act; quickly pulling back his cock and ramming it back in with all his strength and no restrain whatsoever. Tina cried out in unbelieving agony as his cock bulged out her cunt-tube and punched against her cervix with all the force and speed the huge, heavy body atop her could muster.

“Cunt!” Chen growled and rammed his cock with all his might into her tender depths, making her shriek in pain with the impact and groan with the turmoil in her belly.

He then began to fuck her in earnest. His abnormally huge, yellow cock torturing her cunt with fast, mighty thrusts, literally gut-punching her from inside without any restrain.

Each thrust forced a cry of pain or a wail of agony from the poor teen. She was helplessly pinned down underneath the massive bulk of the big man. His fat belly encompassed her firm stomach. His huge balls slapped against her ass-cheeks as his enormous cock punished her.

Each thrust of his shaft made her spread legs tremble on the madras. Her tied tits jiggled under his barrage despite their torturous firmness. And her head banged against the headpiece of the bed again, and again, and again. The pain was unendurable. His cock was nothing but a fleshy torture-tool, stretching her pussy-opening, straining her cunt-lips and distorting her fuck-tube and womb with its colossal attacks. She wailed and screamed between the guttural groans the brutal rutting forced from her. She desperately tried to get out intelligible pleas for him to stop, to please, please stop or at least to lessen the force of his fucking. But all that came clearly over her lips were the groans and screams and sobs as his massive cock speared her.

Chen, himself, groaned with the effort of punishing the girl with his cock, as well as with the pleasure of it. Her young cunt was incredibly tight around his massive fuck-rod. He loved the feel of it. He loved the sensation of forcing small cunt’s open with his majestic cock, forcing and pushing his way inside. He loved the fact that his size alone caused her pain. And he put all his strength behind his massive thrusts into her tiny cunt to make it as painful as possible for her.

“White slut!” he spat and ceased his brutal fucking, his cock deeply buried inside her belly.

“Now we get to see, what that little white cunt of yours can really take.”

Tina looked up at him through bleary eyes, teeth clenched, panting.

“DON’T WE?!” Chen yelled, pulling his cock back and ramming it back in even harder than ever before.

Tina shrieked in pain, her cry of agony transforming into a stuttering wail of hopeless agony.

Chen resumed his insane rutting into her. Each thrust tearing a scream of pain from her. His big hands seized her throat just above the heavy collar as he felt his balls swell and the cum building up inside them. Tina’s cries of pain were cut off along with her supply of oxygen. She gagged and frantically struggled against the gigantic weight of his body pinning her down. But it was hopeless. Her chest heaved and her lungs began screaming for air. And all the time his gargantuan cock kept ramming into her pussy with relentless force.

Chen saw Tina’s face suffusing and her eyes began rolling up inside their sockets as her pussy clutched at his pistoning cock, frantically. He hissed in pleasure as he felt his cum shooting up inside his cock and spurting out through his piss-slit. Stream after stream of hot, white sperm shot up inside Tina’s throbbing pussy, coating her cervix.

It was the last thing she felt, before the lack of air made her pass out.