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Japanese Slave Trade. A Story by Tor Melati
Chapter Three
Tom took one last look at the team of sweating pony-girls that were pulling away from the main entrance and then followed a young Japanese lad up the stone stairway. His guide was very smartly dressed in a purple suite and he guessed that the lad was only 15 or 16 years old. Instead of leading him up to the door he veered right and headed for the side of the imposing building. As they rounded the corner and passed through a tall iron gateway, a beautiful vista opened up ahead of him. The scene resembled pictures that he had seen of Stately Homes in Great Britain. To his right a vast series of gardens, hedges and borders zigzagged their way towards the distant sea.
Ahead of him lay a wide veranda upon which a group of boisterous men and women sat around a huge wooden table. His progress towards the group slowed as he suddenly became aware that there was a figure squatting in the centre of the table. The late sunshine glinted on the form and Tom squinted to focus on the exact detail. His attention was drawn away from it though as a figure detached himself from the group and moved forward to greet him.
Short but stocky, The Big Jap was quite an imposing figure and scared the shit out of Tom. He had the aura of death around him and Tom would not have been surprised if he suddenly pulled a gun and killed him on the spot. So it was a relief to him when a broad smile spread across BJ’s face and he held out his stubby little hand towards him. As he grasped the offering the smiling figure addressed him, “Hello Tom, glad you could make it. Dinner will be served in ten minutes, come and meet the group.”
Tom mumbled his thanks and took it in turns to shake hands with each of the four members of the small group. He returned the statutory bows as he moved round the assembly and Tom realized that he only knew one of the four lieutenants that were being introduced to him. He had already met the tall Mr Yamamoto (Moto) on his arrival at the island, but the other three were strangers. BJ introduced his second lieutenant simply as Kioto. About 1.65m and 90 kilos, this tall dark Japanese Man had a granite like complexion and sported a huge scar that ran down the left hand side of his face. Tom thought that it somehow improved his repulsive looks. Next was a shorter man named Cartu who looked more like an accountant than a gangster and seemed out of place in this company. He was softly spoken and polite and as he shook Tom’s hand he began to relax a little.
The final member of the group was a jaw dropping beautiful girl named Aiko. About 1.6m tall, this slim young woman had somehow squeezed into an impossibly tight black leather cat suite and matching knee length boots. She had a classic figure, long black flowing locks, and a sweet round face that beamed at him when he grasped her delicate slim hand. Her bright shining eyes locked onto his and the glint seemed to penetrate his psyche. Not many women had this effect on him but he was already undressing her in his mind and lifting her slim body onto his hard impatient manhood. As her huge brown eyes bore into his, he realised that she knew exactly where his imagination was taking him.
The group returned to their seats and Tom was now able to examine the figure in the centre of the table. A young girl, naked, on her knees, posed at an impossible angle. Only one knee contacted the table, as the other was lifted to the side to reveal a pair of cute, salmon pink, cunt lips between her open thighs. Stretched open like this, every minute detail of her precious pussy was open for the assembled group to feast their eyes on. Her arms were lifted out to the sides in a victorious pose and her head held high as if she was trying to catch a fresh scent on the wind. This poor girl was stuck in this pose as Tom could now see that her entire hairless body was coated in a thin film of a glass like substance. Living sculpture!, Tom mused, what kind of torture was this girl experiencing as they laughed and joked around the table?
“Isn’t she beautiful?” BJ asked, snapping him out of his deep thoughts.
“Yes” he stammered, and trying to hide his shock, he asked. “Is she in pain?”
Bj laughed and turning to the others, gave an order in Japanese. One of the men picked up a glass from the table and leaned towards the statuesque glass figure. Tom watched spellbound as Kioto lifted the glass to the girls exposed smooth cunt. He noticed the Jap slip his middle finger between the girls glistening lips and up into her cunt. Slowly but surely a thin stream of clear liquid began to flow into the glass. He seemed to have to masturbate her to get a steady flow and when he withdrew his finger it stopped. Satisfied, he sucked his finger and then turning back to the group, offered the drink to Tom!
Shocked, he lifted his hand to refuse the drink, but BJ spoke up, ‘Tom try it, you will be very surprised and it will immediately answer some of your questions!’
He looked around all the smiling faces and reluctantly lifted the glass to his lips.
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Brandy woke with a terribly dry mouth and a thumping head ache. Her eyes were open but there was no light and she immediately tried to move her body into another position. Nothing happened! Her mind searched her body for movement or sensations and concluded that she could not feel any part of her torso and limbs, apart from one slight tickle that she estimated was in the lower part of her body. Gradually the pain in her head subsided and her dry mouth eased, but no feelings returned to her limbs. She must have dozed off for she woke with a start as a voice spoke in her ear. “Brandy! Wake up Brandy!” She tried to move and see who was calling her, but everything was black and exactly as before, except, the tickle had now become a full blown itch. Brandy’s brain was now fully alert and she managed to identify the intense sensation. It was her Pussy! All the memories of the boat trip began to flood back and she wondered if her abuser had returned and was now calling her.
“Brandy, listen to me carefully!” the voice commanded her. It had a strong oriental lilt, “I want you to release it!”. A slippery object, that she assumed was a finger, slowly slithered up and down the crack of her sex. She was confused and tried to reply but her face and mouth muscles would not work. The object had now slipped between her precious folds and with circling motions teased the entrance to her vagina. Brandy gasped as a thumb joined the finger and gently grasped her clit. Little jolts of energy shot through her pussy as the mysterious digits masturbated her to the edge of an intense climax.
Brandy was just preparing to let go when the fingers froze and the voice returned, “Not yet Brandy! Release your bladder and I will reward you.” As the oriental voice spoke the last words his finger plunged into her love channel up to his knuckle and once again froze. Her mind was spinning, desperate for the thrill of a climax. She searched her feelings again and found a muscle that she could control. Brandy gingerly flexed her new found fibres and experienced a flow of liquid leaving her body. “Good girl, now enjoy!” The mystery voice purred, and true to his word, his fingers continued their expert attentions until her mind exploded from these shocking new sensations.
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Carla shuffled in her cage and tried to find a comfortable position. She was confined in a space about one meter cubed and to make matter worse the cat suite that she was forced to wear, was too tight and pinched her body painfully in many places. She wondered if the suite was getting smaller or her body was getting bigger. Opposite her on another bench in a matching cage squatted another unfortunate victim dressed in an almost identical cat suite. The one difference being that hers was black and Carla’s was white. The suits had realistic heads complete with ears, whiskers, and noses. Their mouths and teeth had been altered to resemble real cats jaws which gave a stunning effect once the head of the suite was in place. Carla looked at her morose companion and meowed in her direction. The black cat just stared back, probably thinking about the combat that was about to be forced upon them.
The suite was covered in semi long hair and they had been given realistic paws on their hands and knees. One of the most awful aspects of their posture was that their lower legs had been dislocated, then folded and tucked into the rear legs of the costume. It had been very uncomfortable to move around at first but as they trained and exercised her, she soon learnt how to use her upper thighs to good effect. The suites had been equipped with huge realistic penis’s that jutted out from their underbellies. They were trained to impale themselves on their opponents dildos during their combat sessions as a reward for overpowering their adversary.
The black cat had shifted her position as if to taunt Carla, so that she could display the angry red bloom of her animal cunt. These monsters had surgically modified all of the cats so that the multi-layers of their pussies were swollen and engorged. They continually applied creams that caused intense itching and kept their inflamed cunts on a constant hunger for sex. She noticed that her opponent had positioned her cunt against one of the bars and was slowly rubbing her tender, itching pussy against it. This was a warning that she intended to come out on top, but Carla was determined that that would be the only relief she was going to get tonight. If the bout turned out right then her own hot pussy would be engorging itself on Blacky’s fake member.
Carla estimated that it was about a year since she had been kidnapped at the tender age of 16 and brought to the island. The horror of her situation had almost destroyed her mind but somehow she had managed to survive the first few months of inhuman treatment that she had received at the hands of these Japanese monsters. When she found out what they had done to her mouth, voice and body she resolved to somehow get revenge, regardless of the danger involved. It was just a matter of finding the right moment and getting lucky. They didn’t know her background and that she was a very resourceful girl. Curiously, at certain times, they were given the freedom of the gardens. Ostensibly it was for the benefit of the dogs who gained some of their training and exercise by searching out and chasing the hiding cats. Their Masters would then gather around and relish the spectacle of their favourite pet humping away on the back of the captured cat. She had though, used some of that freedom to search out useful hiding places and possible escape routes.
Carla had lost count on the occasions that the Great Danes had tracked her down and claimed their prize by shafting her sizzling hot cunt. She dreaded it and made it as difficult for the Dane as possible, but these dogs knew how to fuck, and for a while, they took away that terrible itch. One hot summers night, that she would never forget, the dogs had been left to enjoy themselves undisturbed by their Masters. There were only four cats who were up for punishment and about twelve Great Danes had been let loose. Carla was being punished for shitting in the kennels so that evening she had been released for about three hours in the gardens. Most of that time she spent being shafted by one dog after another and was grateful when the Masters whistled for them to return to the kennels. Soreness had replaced the itching and as she settled down in her cage she had purred with gratitude as a stable hand massaged some cold cream into her raw cunt. She never shat in the kennels again!
The door suddenly swung open and in walked one of their trainers. Sokimoto was a huge Japanese and looked around the room as he entered. “How are my little kittens?” He asked, looking from one cage to the other. Both girls were straining to push their noses through the bars, hoping he would stroke them. They cried out their meows in unison to draw his attention towards themselves. “Ah you both seem ready for tonight bout! I want a fair fight and no spitting or biting!” He added. Whilst he talked he lifted each cage to the floor and opened the end so they could crawl out into the open. “Do you understand?” He delivered a blow to Carla’s and Blacky’s arse with his thin whippy cane, prompting them to once again cry out with high pitch meows.
Sokimoto had the cats dip their backs so he could smear their juicy cunts with cream, then after fitting leads to their tight collars, he led them outside so they could relieve themselves. Carla didn’t know this cat and wondered why she had never seen her before. However, she was confident her winning streak would continue and as the itch intensified deep within her cunt she followed impatiently behind the muscular trainer.
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Tom settled down into one of the loungers on the veranda and looked around at his newfound friends. The meal had been delicious and he had filled himself with the many exotic Japanese dishes that had been on display. The table had been adorned by a wonderful selection of sea foods, all surrounding another amazing live sculpture that providing him and his hosts with an ample supply of the sweet nectar that flowed from her pussy. This girl posed on all fours. Her knees were well spread and slightly tucked under her body. The back of her slim body was arched downwards thus pushing her inviting bottom into the air. Tom had the best seat as he faced directly into her gaping cunt. Her gorgeous sex seemed to wink at him as the bright lights reflected from her shimmering lips.
As with the first girl, he watched his guests help themselves to the nectar before he had a go himself. This one was a bit trickier than the first but he soon got the hang of it. Finger fucking her and squeezing her clit provided him with all the nectar that he wanted and he was soon extremely inebriated. The conversation had revolved around his contract and between courses they had come to an agreement that he would take back a shipment of sculptures to Canada so that they could be delivered to customers in the United States. He felt comfortable with the terms and agreed to return with another shipment of girls as soon as they had been captured.
“Now Tom we have a little entertainment for you!” BJ announced as he stood and clapped his hands. Tom watched as a huge bald Japanese man entered the room leading what looked like two large cats. Tom sat up and scrutinized the animals as they slowly walked past him and realised that they were human cats. The faces, paws, penis and fur were very realistic but the girls bottoms gave their secrets away. Tom licked his lips as he examined one of the girls rosy red inflamed pussy and wondered if he would be witnessing some sort of animal sex display.
BJ, who sat next to Tom leant over and said in a loud voice, “here we have two champions. The white is from my kennels and the black is from Cartue’s Kennel and he has bet me 50,000$ that his bitch will win!” Tom looked over towards the other Jap and saw an extremely serious expression on his face. The table had been carried out of the huge dining room leaving a square open space. Suddenly, a section of floor about six meters square started to rise until it stood about a meter above the seated spectators. The cats were led to opposite corners and helped up onto the platform. Three more attendants had appeared and they now stood at each corner of the square. BJ now stood and clapped his hands again signalling the fight should start. The cats hissed, and clawed the hardwood floor as they slowly approached each other Suddenly they sprang the last few feet and wrestled to the floor punching and clawing each other.
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The evening was beginning to close in as Harry watched the deserted dock for signs of life. He had prepared carefully for his trip ashore and was patiently waiting for the right moment to slip away in one of the ships dinghies. He had decided not to take a pack as he wanted to move as fast as he could, so he had restricted himself to a silenced pistol, a knife and a torch. A guard had passed a few minutes earlier and he decided it was time to leave. Harry and the black dinghy slipped away into the dark waters of the gloomy dockyard.
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To be continued............ Look out for chapter four.
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