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Japanese Slave Trade. A Story by Tor Melati
Chapter Two
Brandy cringed as she felt the familiar hand fondle her butt. She had watched with mixed feelings as the big sailor had entered the room and after switching the lights on disappeared from her view as he walked behind her. “I’m going to miss you sweetheart”, he purred to his prisoner as he removed the rear panel to her cage. Brandy waited in anticipation as his hands travelled across her bottom, thighs and tummy. He finally arrived at her smooth pussy lips, and as she was dry his persistent fingers were soon probing to trigger her juices. As soon as he felt her wet response his rough finger entered her warm cunt and began to play with the hard nub of her clit.
His other hand was removing the tube from her arse hole and she felt a wet cloth cleaning her bottom. He then withdrew his fingers from her pussy, and placing his hands on her hips, pulled her back as far as her straps would allow. She was already in a state of high arousal, but when she felt his face press into her bottom she reached a new level of excitement. His lips encompassed her pussy and his tongue forced its way into her succulent sex. Brandy gasped as the squirming thing within her plunged deep and forced her tunnel open. The sailor seemed to be savouring her as he slowly sucked and lapped at her exposed fanny. His teeth were now playing with her clit and she moaned as searing sensations crossed from pleasure to pain and then back to pleasure. Little gasps escaped from behind her mask and when she finally climaxed her muffled screams woke the rest of the caged prisoners.
“Shut up!” His gruff voice shouted at the crying girls. He slapped Brandy’s butt one last time and spread some sort of cold cream into her hot gasping pussy. After he had put her cage back together and replaced her butt tube she could hear the familiar sound of him fucking someone behind her. She felt a pang of jealousy towards the other girl and even though she had never experienced a man’s cock inside her she desperately craved to be filled up by his meaty weapon. They were soon left in darkness again and as Brandy slowly recovered she cast her mind back to her kidnapping in Tokyo. It was obvious that she had been drugged in the prison that they had been holding her but one memory remained clear in her head.
They had dressed her in a pure white satin singlet, the hem of which finished about two inches below her belly button. Virtually naked she was made to stand on a tall plinth, and in her slightly drugged state, had wondered why she wasn’t falling off. Now desperately trying to recall the exact details it occurred to her that she had been inside some sort of glass bubble looking out onto a group of smiling faces. These memories worried Brandy, but far worse were the awful conditions inside her cage. Now to top it all an intense itch had started to burn inside her fanny and she was beginning to wonder what on earth they were going to do to her next.
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Harry had kept his head down since his brother and his friends had been caught and murdered by the captain and his crew. Luckily he had avoided their suspicions and had somehow managed to merge in with all the other guys on board. Now he stood in the stern and watched as the cargo was unloaded onto the quayside. Harry was confused as he had searched the ship himself and was sure that he had never seen these particular crates before. He counted thirteen boxes in total and wondered if the contents were connected to the tip-off that he had received from his informant. Harry began to plan a little trip ashore tonight to see if he could discover the contents of the mysterious boxes.
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Tom Sullivan paced up and down the length of his luxury room and carefully thought through his options. He had planned to make this trip his last as the risks were getting higher and dealing with the Big Jap was getting more dangerous. But things had changed now and he found himself in a quandary. When he had spoken to The BJ (Big Jap) on the radio during the voyage he had been furious that their precious cargo had been discovered. But the tone had changed completely when his men had welcomed him ashore onto his private Island.
He and his crew had been shown to their normal quarters in a large guest house near the docks and everything was very cordial and friendly. The cargo had been unloaded as usual, and the Big Jap’s lieutenant, Mr Yamamoto (Moto), had seemed very pleased after he had inspected the goods. On the way to their accommodation Moto had explained that Mr BJ wanted to see him this evening up at the lodge and he would be collected at 4pm. He had never had such an invitation and was not sure that he wanted one. Tom had had a bad experience already on the island and wanted to avoid another at all costs.
When they had delivered a cargo earlier in the year the girls had been examined. When it was discovered that most of them had been fucked during the voyage seven of his crew had been castrated. Three of those men had survived and had joined the crew on this voyage. Those three men had their own agenda and seemed to think that the opportunity for revenge would present itself. Tom had left the men aboard with orders not to leave until he returned. They were well armed and he had agreed with them that they could have a small boat when he finally set sail from the Island.
The loss of three of his men during the voyage had weakened the crew that he had brought along for protection and the ship would be very vulnerable until he and the ten members of his crew returned on board. A knock on his door snapped him out of his daydream. A footman from the lobby guided him downstairs and out through a rear entrance. A short path led through the garden to an open area for parking. He stopped dead in his tracks as he took in the amazing sight before him. A small four wheel cart sat in a parking bay to which were attached four virtually naked girls.
The girls were formed into two pairs, one in front of the other and were interconnected with a series of bars and thin leather straps. Tom could see that they were all fixed to a strong bar that ran along between their four naked bodies. The ‘Ponies’ were bent over at the waist and their wrists and hands were attached to cross bars just above their bottoms. Their necks were encased in wide leather collars to which another cross bar was attached thus holding their heads low. The collar had a solid fitting at the front which cupped and pushed the girls chin up to ensure they would always face forward. It looked very painful and to add to that pain the head harness was bound tightly and a severe bit was pulled across their mouths, causing them to gape and slobber. Heavy leather boots, head feathers and little tails had been added which completed an amazing sight.
Tom walked to the trap where a young Japanese guy sat holding the four sets of reigns. The driver was dressed in a very smart black suit and top hat and he had made no attempt to hide the holstered pistol on his hip. He beckoned to Tom, so he climbed up and sat down beside the slim serious figure. Without a word the driver raised the long thin whip that he held in his right hand, and cracked it over the waiting ‘ponies’. The ‘ponies’ started off at a jog and slowly negotiated the twisting and turning route out of town. The road soon straightened out and began to climb the steep hillside.
Tom sat mesmerised as he studied the four naked bottoms bobbing about before him. Their short bushy tails were attached to the outer rim of a plastic tube that had been inserted into their anuses. The two girls nearest him had this tube plugged whereas the two girls at the front had open tubes. They obviously had no control as every few minutes a little spray of shit escaped and splattered into the two girl’s faces just inches behind them. Tom wondered if there was some sort of status attached to attaining a front row position.
It was now clear to Tom what The Big Jap was doing with all the girls that he had brought to the island over the last 18 months. The four specimens before him could well have been brought over on an earlier voyage. They all had strong well formed solid bodies, essential for this kind of work. Their strong thighs and calves pounded as they made their way up the hill and their tails swished from side to side revealing brief glimpses of salmon pink cunt lips that to Tom looked extremely bloated.
Soon the ‘ponies’ began to tire and the driver responded by whipping the thin leather instrument onto their fleshy sweating asses. The girls whined as the whip landed but the effect was instant as their effort increased and they finally reached the summit. After a short flat stretch through a copse of trees the road began to drop away and as they entered an area of grassland they began to pick up speed. Tom was impressed at the effort that these girls were capable of and soon they were flying along in the late evening sunshine.
Tom watched as they approached a long tall wall that stretched from horizon to horizon. They soon arrived at a large imposing gateway, the gates of which, swung open to allow them to pass through. Two guards with large Alsatian dogs stood either side of the road and stopped the ‘ponies’ as they drew level with them. One of the guards had a conversation in Japanese with the driver and they both laughed at each other’s comments. Neither seemed to notice or care that the dog had snuck in behind the back pair of girls and was rubbing its snout against one of the girls exposed cunts. The poor girl began to wiggle her butt as the animals tongue began to lap at her fanny. He could now see that the girls cunt lips were huge and inviting . Tom was sure that the dog would have mounted her if the conversation had not finished.
After a short distance they rounded a bend and a magnificent residence came into view. The ‘ponies’ slowed and pulled up at the bottom of a huge set of stone steps that led up to the front entrance door. Tom stepped down from the rig and knew that it was not long now before he found out what the future held for him.
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George felt sick to his stomach. He had not been able to stop the flow of oily liquid through his system. The tube in his mouth constantly seeped the substance into his throat and he had no choice but to let it slip down into his stomach from where it moved quickly downwards and out through his arse pipe. He was mortified and disgusted at the terrible treatment he had received. During the last week of the voyage he had lost count of the amount of times that he had been buggered by the two men who constantly visited the cage room. They had an insatiable appetite for sex and the pain in his sore anus was proof if proof was needed.
His cage had been boxed up this morning and from the earlier movement he guessed that he had been transferred from ship to shore. Now he had been transferred to a wheeled vehicle that would probably transport him to his destination. What on earth was going to happen to him and could it possibly be worse that the past seven days!
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