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Japanese Slave Trade. A Story by Tor Melati
Chapter four.
Mandy wanted to die! Her nightmare had begun months ago and this dreadful experience just seemed to go on and on. A few hours ago she had been removed from the cage that had been her home for the long sea voyage and shorter journey by road. When the travelling crate had been opened she found herself in a long slim building that resembled a huge barn. Bright lights and smelly shit assaulted her senses as she watched white coated Japs busy themselves inspecting and fitting new items to the other captives rowed up beside Mandy
She had to suffer the indignity of having her arse tube withdrawn and have it replaced with a cone shaped object. It was extremely painful as they inserted the larger end of the heavy rubber devise into her sore rectum, leaving a thick metal ring, about an inch in diameter, protruding from her bottom. Her awful face mask was left in place but two of the workers released her wrists and ankles and led her to one end of the barn. For the first time in a month she was free to walk and her stiff joints screamed with pain. They approached a circular structure made up of two large rings, one within the other, spaced about a yard apart. The outer ring was padded and she could see them lift and bend the first girls forward over this ledge. Their legs dangled down so that they were about one foot short of the concrete floor. All the girls were making gargling sounds through their open tube gags and creating quite a cacophony.
Once they had made sure that the girl was secure on this ledge by way of a leather strap, they dipped her forward and secured her leather collar to the circular inner bar. With her arms and hands bound down the centre of her back, in a long leather pouch, the poor girl was totally imprisoned. She also noticed that her metal anus ring had been plugged and her swollen raw cunt glowed bright red. All the girls had obviously been treated with the same cream and she was sure that they were all experiencing a furious itching like her own pussy.
Mandy freaked out when she realized that the new method of imprisonment looked just as bad, if not worse, than her last. The two workers that held her arms hung on as she twisted and kicked out at their white coated bodies. A man she had not noticed suddenly appeared and lashed a stick across her bare arse which shocked her into immobility. The technicians then easily lifted her up, secured her hips and dipped her forward so that they could lock her collar to the inner ring. Her arms were then bent back and the leather sheath was bound around her lower arms drawing her elbows and wrists together painfully.
One by one the girls were positioned on the ring structure until Mandy counted eight girls. There were a few empty places so she estimated that this structure could hold about twelve victims. One technician stood in the centre of the ring and started to unravel a series of tubes that hung from the ceiling. Each tube had what looked like a rubber penis attached to it and one by one he inserted them into the open sockets in each of the girls gags on the front of their hoods. They were helpless and when he arrived at Mandy she held her breath as the object was pushed through the ring on the mask that held her mouth open, along the back of her tongue, to the back of her throat. She somehow managed to avoid gagging by gasping air through her nose as the technician moved on round the ring of terrified girls.
As Mandy struggled to come to terms with the monstrous penis lodged in her throat she could see large objects were being wheeled in and positioned under their feet. She recognized them as very simple running machines. Each girl had her own from which a dial was positioned in front of their faces. Now the coated men were fitting strange shoes to each of their captives and when Mandy had hers fitted she could at last feel the floor. She experimented and carefully walked the rolling road enough to see the lights in the dials flicker. Now the men were behind her touching her bottom and fitting a tube to her anus ring. Before she realized it fluid was being pumped into her and again she began to panic.
She started kicking only to feel a searing pain flash across her defenceless bottom again. She tensed and was relieved to feel the flow stop only to be replaced with the most weird sensation that she had ever felt. It dawned on her that they were sucking out the liquid that had just been pumped in, and any other shit within her bowls. Before they replaced the stopper she could feel a long hard object being slipped through her arse funnel and up into her bowels. The technicians moved round the circle cleaning out the girls, and when they had finished they cleared away all the equipment. Now one technician stood in the centre of the rings and addressed all the horrified girls.
“Listen very carefully!” he shouted with a heavy Japanese accent. He wanted to be heard over the awful sobbing and mewling that rose from his naked captives, “Start walking and get used to the machine and your new hoofs.” He waited whilst all the girls began to walk on their own rolling road. “Good!” He exclaimed looking round the stepping girls. “Now start trotting and watch the dial pick up speed until it reaches 20. When the bell sounds, this is your minimum speed! If you drop below 20, the devise up your arse will wake you up! Like this!” and as he raised his arm “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh” Mandy began to scream and scream until the dagger within her bowels stopped piercing her innards not really understanding that the metal object had just delivered a 5000 volt shock;
“I think you get the idea!” He added smugly. “ Now remember, you only have to concentrate on three things, keep up to, or above 20 between the bells, above 5 during the silent period and finally you can rest when the music starts. You have a ten second tolerance! Do you understand?” There was a chorus of moans and he added “Have fun my little ponies!” With that he left the girls to continue their nightmare.
Mandy looked down at her dial and watched it settle on a constant 6 as she carefully paced herself. She was an extremely fit girl and was confident that she would be able to maintain a speed of 20 so when the bell suddenly shrilled out she increased her pace to a steady 21. With Eight pairs of heavy ‘hoofs’ pounding away on the running machines there was quite a racket reverberating around the huge shed. The special boots that they had fitted to each girl were rigid and heavy but comfortable. The boot raised her up on her toes and it had a solid base to which a large horseshoe shaped sole was fitted. Mandy found that this gave her good balance and grip for running but was extremely noisy. By the time the second bell sounded she noticed that several girls had dropped their pace and been punished, as they were screaming and sweating profusely.
She felt dreadfully sorry for them as urine streamed down their tired legs. It was clear they were unfit for this kind of work. There was a short spell of silence where they maintained the slower speed until, after about ten minutes, the music started and they were able to rest. Just as she was getting her breath back a new sensation began to surge through her body as she felt the flow of fluid being pumped into her via the rubber dildo in her throat. Soon her tummy was beginning to feel bloated and she was thankful when it stopped as a cramp was just beginning to spread across her abdomen.
A door opened opposite to her position and four young Japanese men in white coats entered carrying buckets and sponges. She watched as they began to wash and scrub the first four girl’s naked bodies with wicked looking scrubbing brushes. The men were brutal and each girl had to endure a total scrub down before they moved round to her side. Mandy winced as the rough bristles scraped her delicate skin and soon her whole body was alive with fire and pain. She tried to resist being scrubbed between her legs but it was useless in her helpless position and she had to endure the sharp bristles on her inner thighs and sensitive cunt lips. When they had finished her whole body screamed with raw pain and she joined the other girls who were all wailing and bawling through their monstrous gags.
Before the men left they spread more cold cream onto all of their cunts and Mandy felt so ashamed as the technicians fingers spread the slimy lotion along her bloated labium and into her vagina. For some reason her whole pussy was screaming with an itchy sensation that magnified her ability to feel it’s exact shape and contours, and as the Jap’s fingers went to work, some relief came to her. However, when he had finished and removed his fingers from within her cunt, the intense itching returned with an increased burning and she became desperate for some more relief. She tried to spread her butt cheeks and legs to open up her cunt, in an effort to entice the man to finger fuck her again, but suddenly the music stopped and they had to begin their pacing again. After five minutes of walking the buzzer sounded and they were off again at a trot.
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George tried not to panic, but the claustrophobic nature of his confinement was driving him crazy. He was lying on his back, on a padded table, under some sort of moulded glass material. He could not feel or move any part of his body except his eyes which at least enabled him to see the ceiling of the room around him. He couldn’t remember anything since his time in the cage on board the ship so assumed that he had been drugged. He could hear voices but hadn’t a clue what they were saying as he didn’t understand a word of Japanese. The lights, appliances and various drips suggested an operating theatre, causing alarm bells to ring round his head. ‘What was happening to him?’ he asked himself. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a white coated Jap approach his legs holding what looked like a large hack saw.
George started to scream!
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Tom sat transfixed as he watched the two bitches snarling, hissing and grappling in the centre of the mat for about five minutes. They were clawing and scratching at each other’s faces to begin with, then the white one got the upper hand and managed to role her opponent over onto her back. The black bitch tried desperately to roll her off, but whitey managed to work up her body until her fake penis hovered over her opponent’s juicy cunt. But that wasn’t her target, for she continued to move up the black bitch’s body until her own hot cunt rubbed against the tip of the defeated girls dildo. She wiggled her pussy, located the penis and impaled herself on the eight inch pole. Even though the black cat twisted and turned she could not shake off the stronger girl and had to endure the dominant cat satisfying herself on her dildo. Whitey piston fucked herself until a series of meows and squeals escaped her throat before she collapsed onto her defeated opponent.
Tom watched the winning girl slide off her opponent and follow the trainer to the open patio window. He released her and patted her bare bottom as she disappeared into the garden. Then he returned to the black cat and roughly dragged her away, presumably for a punishment session. “What will happen to her?” Tom asked the smiling BJ.
“Oh, I expect when she gets back to Kartue’s kennel she will be punished in some nasty way.” Replied BJ “If my animal had lost she would have been severely beaten and confined to a box about half the size of her cage and piped up to eat her own waste.” He laughed and then added “ The threat of that punishment ensures maximum effort!”.
“I’m sure it does.” Agreed Tom. “What about the winner? Do you reward her?”
“All these animals crave is to be fucked! Her juicy cunt is itching like crazy, so I’ll give her a couple of hours in the gardens with the dogs as her reward.”
The image of this young girl at the mercy of BJ’s Hounds shocked him and BJ saw the concern on his face and laughed “Don’t worry she loves it! and the dogs are only interested in the fuck feast and would never harm my champion cat!”
Tom nodded in acknowledgement and then excused himself to make his way to the bathroom.
He entered the room expecting to see a white porcelain pan and cistern so that he could relieve himself. But in its place he found two black shiny forms positioned on the floor against a wall at the far end of the long bathroom. He walked up to them and was not surprised to discover that he was studying two rubber clad girls sitting on their haunches, knees spread wide apart, securely strapped to the floor. Between their legs their smooth bulging pussies were visible through a slot in the rubber. Each had a gleaming thick metal ring that had been pierced through their oversized clitorises. The girls bottoms were positioned over a hole in the floor.
Their upper bodies and heads were encased in thick black shiny rubber hoods and at first glance he thought that the girls were armless. On closer inspection he could see a bulge down their backs where their arms had been forced back and bound within the suit. The rubber head of the suit was the most amazing feature though. A metal ring that was attached to the wall formed the base of the rubber head. A metal plate under the chin, attached to this ring forced the wearer to lean her head back and stare straight up. Another metal ring was fixed to a fitting on the hood that forced the wearers mouth open so that attachments could be fixed to it. The girl on the right had a stainless steel funnel shaped like a mini urinal whilst the left hand girls stainless steel attachment was shaped like a large bicycle saddle. This stainless steel item had a large hole in the centre with what looked like a mini waste disposal a little lower down. Both attachments were connected to a series of thin pipes that plugged into the wall behind the motionless girls. The metal fixtures looked solid and permanent and Tom wondered how long they had been fixed in their current positions.
He looked down the urinals throat and could clearly see the quivering base of the girls tongue and suddenly remembered that he was bursting to go. Stepping forward between the girls knees, he unzipped and watched as a steady stream of yellow piss disappeared down the girls throat. There was much gargling and spluttering for a while but she seemed to settle down as some water automatically sprayed round the pan to wash it all down. Now he wondered if he should empty the toilet as her little pussy seemed to suggest. So squatting down on his haunches he dipped his finger into the girls warm soft pussy and rolled his finger round the ring that passed through her swollen nub. He squeezed and even pinched her erect clit but failed to inspire any fluid. Then it dawned on him. He placed his finger through the ring and tugged upwards. He was surprised at the length he could stretch the sensitive organ and as he reached about two inches, a stream of urine began to flow.
Satisfied, he now turned to the second figure and decided to try out the shit saddle. He dropped his trousers and carefully positioned his butt on the stainless steel appliance.
The strong wall bracket actually gave it very solid support and he could place his feet on the rubber clad thighs of his girl toilet. As he settled down he could hear a soft whirring within the fitting. He guessed that water was now being fed into the bowl and the shredder would liquefy the waste. Tom grunted and released a long smelly turd!
* * *
Harry rowed his dingy into a small rocky inlet that he had discovered about a mile along the coast from the dockyard. He guided his vessel against a low rock formation and scrambled ashore. There was just enough light for him to find a hiding place that he would be able to remember on his return. The embankment rose steadily but he was able to pick his way between the rocks and up the stony slope that led him to the summit. As he emerged over the top he carefully studied the landscape and was pleased to see the distant lights of a large building.
An hour later Harry had reached a fence that marked the outskirts of the gardens of a large residence. He had scaled several fences and an eight feet wall to reach his present position. The wall was patrolled and luckily he had spotted the guard and his dog before they were too close. The gardens were lit and, through the fence, he could identify several animals roaming between the flower beds and bushes. About 1000 yards away he could see a group of figures sitting on a wide veranda in front of the large imposing building. He would examine the fence and watch and wait for the right moment before advancing on the search for his brother.
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As Carla disappeared into the evening air she was not really aware that her master rated her so highly. The fight had been easy and she had feasted her hungry cunt on Blacky’s member. Her hunger for sex had been sated for a while so she planned to try and avoid the dogs and explore another section of the garden tonight. She carefully crept along the veranda, down a path that led away from the house to the western fence. This barrier was constructed in a very small link metal mesh with holes about 1 cm wide. Once there she turned south and followed the eight feet barrier to the south. There was a path running parallel with the fence and again she followed that for a while until she reached the corner. At the corner she found a gateway about a meter wide that was bolted and padlocked. She rose up on her hind legs to examine the lock and with her claws turned it round.
Her heart leapt into her mouth as the padlock came open in her paws, so she opened it and let it drop to the ground. The bolt slid aside easily and she carefully swung the gate open an inch. She had been so engrossed in her discovery that she had missed the sounds of a Great Dane creeping up on her. When his cold nose contacted her hot sex she froze and desperately hoped that he had already had several fucks with the other cats. She dipped her back and waited to see if he was excited or exhausted. Unfortunately it was the former and the beasts tongue was soon lapping up and down her exposed cunt lips. The sensation was incredible and Carla couldn’t resist dipping even lower to spread herself as wide open as possible.
A few seconds later his front paws were on her back and his rigid prick had found her hot juicy entrance. She shuddered with waves of pleasure as his enormous erection piston fucked her. Carla’s climax arrived before the dogs’, which enabled her to disengage whilst he shot his load inside her. He flopped down and she pulled the gate open wide enough to slip through, and before the Dane could follow, she pulled it shut. Carla made up her mind that this was the chance that she had been hoping for and she could have up to two hours before being missed. Fully aware that her chances of escape were slim she was desperate to get away from the stinking Japs. Soft light filtered through the metal fence but she had only bounded a few paces before she found herself in almost total darkness.
To be continued............ Look out for chapter five.
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