Japanese Slave Trade

Japanese Slave Trade.     A Story by Tor Malati

Chapter One

George was beginning to regret signing on for this voyage. His brother Harry had promised him that this ship was carrying a valuable cargo and that his plan would make them rich. Together with Harry and his two friends, Jim and Andy, they had been secretly searching the vessels cargo holds from stem to stern. The ship had left Canada a month earlier and after picking up their cargo in Tokyo, were now on their way back to Vancouver. Their schedule was to dock in sixteen days time so they had plenty of time to locate the elusive treasure. The four men had met the previous night on deck and Harry had explained that his information was solid and that ten items worth a total of one million dollars were somewhere on board.

It was 4am and George had the graveyard watch and found himself alone on the bridge.  Making sure that the auto pilot was guiding the vessel he now had the chance to search the one remaining area that was out of bounds to the ship’s crew. The officers cabins were situated on the deck behind the bridge and now he slowly made his way along a corridor that took him past their mess rooms and cabins. All the doors had labels explaining their interior purpose until he arrived at a door marked ACCESS FORBIDDEN. He tried the handle on the large metal door but it would not budge. George, at the tender age of 21, was an experienced locksmith, one of the reasons why his brother had wanted him on this trip. He now removed a small wad of material from his pocket, and  unrolling it, removed a steel pick and skilfully unlocked the door. He carefully opened it a few inches and, slipping through the gap, closed the door behind him.

The room was pitch black and not a single glimmer of light reached his eyes. However, it wasn’t the absence of light that shocked him, it was the awful smell that assaulted his senses and he quickly covered his nose in a useless attempt to block out the stench. Then he realized that he was not alone and soft animal noises were coming from all directions. He withdrew a torch from a hip pocket and shielding the glare shone it round the room. He gasped in shock at the sight that unfolded before him.

A double row of cages sat on two long low benches that ran the length of the steel room. He counted the containers and out of sixteen, twelve were occupied. In each of these twelve cages was a naked girl squatting on her hands and knees and as he moved down the first line he noted that the girls were all secured in an identical fashion. A broad leather belt around their narrow waists secured their tummies to a padded block in the centre of the cage. The girl’s hands were imprisoned in leather mittens and short chains led from their wrists to the floor. Their heads were encased in black rubber masks from which a flexible tube led from their mouth to a large blue container that was fixed to the front of the cage. Through their eye holes George could see that the girls appeared to be asleep or in a drugged state.

Their heads faced outwards, whilst their bottom and feet all pointed into the centre aisle. George now walked down between the cages so he could examine the girls bottoms. Their knees and ankles were spread apart and attached to the base of the cage. A black rubber tube had been inserted into their anus. This hose led through the bars to another blue container on the floor behind each girl. The floor was also shaped and funnelled so that the girls urine flowed into the same smelly container. As he looked at the container George had a horrific thought and his stomach turned as he suspected that these girls were probably  being fed their own urine and faeces.

Now the beam of his torch shone over the girls delicate pussies and he gasped at the way all these young girls were exposed by their enforced stance. George’s penis was rock hard as he moved along the line. He stopped at the last cage in the line when he discovered the girl had a smooth shaven cunt and was severely tempted to feel the texture of her soft puffy lips. Studying her pussy he guessed that she could hardly be sixteen years old. Her cunt lips were slightly parted revealing her salmon pink inner sex and George judged  that he could easily slide his middle finger into the tunnel of her lush minge. All the girls bottoms were small, pert and well rounded and he guessed that they had all been selected for their perfect shape.

This is indeed a valuable cargo, he thought, but not quite what he and his brother had bargained for. Harry had probably expected to find drugs, now they had to work out if they could find a buyer for twelve young Japanese slave girls, or more likely abandon their attempt to seize the cargo.

George examined the rest of the room and nothing of interest turned up so he silently slipped out of the dark room into the corridor. Backing away from the door he didn’t see the concealed figure and only just heard the swish of an object before a searing pain engulfed the back of his head causing him to crumple into a heap on the metal floor.

          

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As consciousness gradually returned, George became aware that he was in some way bound and gagged. He was sitting naked,  in an upright seat. His arms were secured to the back corners of the seat whilst his knees had been spread and fastened to the front  corners. Although he was in total darkness the smell and soft noises told him that he was imprisoned in the same room as the naked Japanese girls. He tried to call out but a ball gag had been stuffed in his mouth and only a muffled groan escaped. As George’s senses and feelings returned a deep pain began to bore up his arse and into his body.  He soon realized that he had been impaled on a large prong attached to the seat of the chair and his eyes began to water as the dull pain overwhelmed him. It felt as though the chair was fixed to the floor and to make matters worse the huge object up his arse was  totally immobilising him and would make escape extremely difficult.

Somehow through the pain George had managed to doze off, for he woke with a start as the metal entrance door was thrown open with a loud clang. Two figures appeared in the doorway before bright lights suddenly dazzled him. He closed his eyes and, feigning sleep listened as the room became alive. The girls had woken on their entrance and were now crying in unison and creating an awful racket. George shuddered as he sensed the two men walking round the room.

Suddenly a spray of cold water struck him in the face which caused him to splutter into life. “This scumbag is awake Tom!” The first man called to his pal.

“Ok” Tom replied “let’s get him ready.”  Easily 180cm and 120kg  this huge sailor towered over George. He began to panic by thrashing his arms and upper body against the close confines of his bondage. The two men laughed at the struggling figure. “You’re luckier than your pals mate!” Tom said addressing him and then added, “Although you might not agree in a few hours!” The two men laughed again. Tom had walked down the line of cages and stopped in front of George.

“Your friends squealed like pigs so we know the whole story and now both of them are taking the long swim home!” Another chuckle. He was leaning up against the end cage and having reached in begun to finger fuck the imprisoned girl. Her bottom wiggled and little muffled squeals emanated from behind her mask “we wanted to toss you in as well but the big Jap wants you alive so I guess you get a free ride alongside these little beauties!” He now had two fingers frigging the girls tight smooth pussy. Her juices were now flowing and Tom increased the intensity by crushing her clit with his thumb. The girl virtually exploded with wild screams and rapid movements of her head and bottom. Reluctantly Tom withdrew his fingers with a ‘Plop’ and patted her smooth bottom. “Oh! I think she enjoyed that! But somehow, I don’t think the accommodation is going be to your liking!” This last remark had both men roaring with laughter.

George became more frantic as he realized what the men had in store for him. The thought of being stuffed and fastened into one of the cages simply horrified him. Now that the room was harshly lit he could see more detail of his surroundings. The cages were made of plastic and the bars were spaced about four inches apart. However the base was solid and as the prisoner’s bonds were all fastened to it, escape looked near impossible. He also noticed another door on the opposite side of the room through which he guessed the cargo could be loaded and unloaded.

The first man now turned his attention to the empty cage on the end of the second row. He released some catches along the top edges, lifted the lid off, then opened one side by dropping it down on hinges that ran along the bottom edge. George readied himself for the struggle that was coming when they would try and get him into his prison. However he was not prepared for what happened next.

George watched as Tom knelt down between his knees and reached for some controls on the front of the chair. He stared down at the grinning figure who turned a knob and with a flourish threw a large red switch. George screamed and screamed as a white hot searing pain shot up through his body. It started deep in his anus and travelled up his backbone straight to his brain. George lost conscience for a few seconds and before he knew what was happening the two men were unfastening his bonds.  He tried to clear his head and offer some resistance but the electric shock had turned him to a twitching jelly and he was helpless as they roughly lifted him off the metal prong and carried him to the waiting container.

Even though they worked quickly it took them ten minutes to position the feeble George and fasten him into the broad leather straps. The cage had been designed to hold small petite figures so the 180cm , 75kg  George was quite a challenge. Finally he was secured in position and whilst Tom fastened his knees and legs the other man fetched the head mask. They had to remove his gag and then together force the full rubber mask round his head zipping it up at the back. The mask had a ball fitting that had been pushed into his mouth and a hole through the ball enabled the feeding tube to be secured into position. A thick rubber collar closed round his neck and was buckled tightly in place.

The two men closed the cage up, attached a red container, marked ‘Oil’, to the front of the cage and connected it up to the feeding tube. They stood back to admire their work. “The Big Jap said that he would pay an extra 10K for our troubles.” Tom said to the other man. “Not bad for an hours work!” and they roared with laughter again. The other man stepped to the back of the cage, and reaching in, grabbed George’s balls.

“Won’t be needing these where you’re going!” said the other man and without warning crushed them in his huge hand. George heard his comment and as another flash of pain seared through his groin he mercifully passed out. Tom joined the other man at the back of the cage where George’s arse was squashed tight up against the bars. Greedy eyes looked down at his brown puckered anus and they nodded at each other.

The Big Jap had forbidden sex with the girls and in the past had cruelly punished crews of this very vessel when their shipment had arrived damaged.

But there were no restrictions on this new captive. Tom dropped his trousers and guided his huge throbbing penis towards its target only to find that their new toy was as dry as a desert sand hole. Tom turned round and dipping his fingers once again into the girls juicy pussy he was able, using his slimy fingers, to  oil the rim of Georges anus thus enabling him to plunge into and fuck his tight orifice.

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Brandy tried to control her breathing. A prisoner now for three weeks she had suffered a lot of pain and horrific treatment. Lured away from a bar in Tokyo, imprisoned and drugged by the Japanese mafia, bound and caged on board a ship that was going to Canada and now the final degradation - fingers in her defenceless pussy! Every time this man came into the room he touched her up. At first he played with all the girls but in the last few days he simply came straight to her cage and played with her exposed fanny. At first his fingers had only played with the sensitive lips that protected her smooth sex. After a couple of visits he was exploring deeper and deeper and now he was frigging her mercilessly.

Brandy had cringed at his touch at first but in her imprisoned state her senses were heightened, and with nothing else to occupy her mind, the horrific humiliation had turned to wonderment and then pleasure. She was disgusted when she realized that she was waiting for his next visit and that she was responding and actually enjoying being finger fucked. She had been a virgin when they captured her but was by no means a stranger to having fingers up her sweet pussy. However, they had been her own, except on one occasion her sisters, when they had been fooling around in their bedroom.

Although she was only 14 years old she thought she could easily pass for eighteen but was now regretting her night out with her older sister Mandy. Did these scumbags have her sister? Was she in one of the other cages? The last thing she remembered about that fateful night was having a hood pulled over her head and being bundled into the back of a van and feeling a sharp needle pierce the cheek of her butt. Brandy had lost consciousness immediately.

To celebrate her sisters sixteenth birthday the two girls had dressed as Japanese schoolgirls. They had modified some old school uniforms to create an enticingly sexy image. Their pleated skirts were cut incredibly short so that they only just covered their tight white schoolgirl knickers. Brandy’s pert little firm breasts stained against the fabric of the white cotton blouse that she had chosen. Her dark nipples were fresh little nubs but looked impressive within the tight garment.  As yet she had no bounce in her tits, but her sister was much larger and had chosen to wear a bra.

They had danced for hours with several men on the mirror dance floor and noticed that the guys were continually stopping and eyeballing the girl’s reflection. Bright lights highlighted the brazen display of their young tight pussies within their thin cotton knickers.  Stupidly they had removed the gussets of some of their old knickers and after shaving their fannies, they had squeezed their pert bottoms into the tiny garments. Now as their bodies began to gyrate and sweat their tight bulging  little cunt lips were exposed for all to see.

Brandy and Mandy had loved the attention and as the evening had wore on got drunker and drunker. Two attractive guys had chatted them up and lured them to the back entrance of the club and they were soon snogging in a dark corner. Brandy was so excited and satisfied with her outfit and loved the feel of the guy’s hands all over her bottom and pussy. Try as he might though, he could not get inside her knickers. The girls coy plan was working , however his fingers  persistently probed and he did manage to force the material  into her crack and as she spread her legs she could feel for the first time jolts of electric energy  as he rubbed her clitoris. The guy had one hand fingering the front of her wet knickers and the other hand squeezing her butt. She could feel a climax just beginning to well up in the pit of her stomach when she was suddenly attacked from behind and bundled away.

The next morning she had woken with an extremely sore head and found herself in some sort of prison cell. Luckily the room was warm for she was still only wearing her skimpy schoolgirl uniform.  She checked her white cotton knickers and was satisfied that they had not been removed since last night. In one corner of the cell was a toilet so she gingerly walked over to it and peeling down her tight knickers sat down so that she could release her full bladder. Her pussy was slightly sore but she was sure that she had not been interfered with.

The cell was about three meters square and only contained the bed and toilet. She had just replaced her knickers and smoothed out her clothes  including her white cotton blouse when the door swung open and in walked two weird figures. Their size suggested to Brandy that they were men, but the tight all over rubber suite that they were wearing showed no sign of a bulge between their legs and every sign of ample breasts. Every centimetre of their body was covered in tight black rubber and created quite a scary sight. On the front of their hoods were attached sockets which reminded Brandy of old fashioned gas masks.

Brandy backed away from the two figures until her back was against the wall. “What’s going on !” She demanded. “Who the hell are you?”.

Silently they approached and pinning her arms behind her, dragged her to the centre of the room. Her little legs were lifted off the ground by these strong figures . A few seconds later an elderly Japanese man entered the room dressed in an immaculate dark suite. He was carrying a small tray upon which a syringe and a glass of water lay. “Please!” She cried “Don’t hurt me. Who are you? What’s going on?”

The silent Japanese man stepped behind her and put the tray on the floor. Brandy began to panic as she felt the needle pierce her butt, but within seconds the fight left her, as a thrilling sensation began to engulf her body. There were no more questions as she felt herself being laid back on the bunk and no resistance as she allowed her cotton knickers to be slowly removed.