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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.

* * *

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.

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.

* * *

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.

* * *

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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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.

* * *

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.

* * *

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.

* * *

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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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.

* * *

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!

* * *

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.

* * *

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.

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Japanese Slave Trade. A Story by Tor Melati

Chapter Five.

Harry had not been hiding for long when he noticed some movement off to his right. Under cover of darkness he edged towards the corner of the garden compound and located a position where he watched a white shaggy animal put its paws up onto a metal gateway. It looked like the creature was trying to escape the compound! A few seconds passed and another larger dog appeared behind the first one. Harry was not surprised when he witnessed the larger dog mount the bitch as she dropped down and offered herself to him. But what did surprise him was to see, a few minutes later, the gate open and the white dog slip through before closing it behind her leaving her companion to stare after her through the fence. She never looked back and without delay bounded off into the night.

Harry had just enough time to realize that the white beast was not a dog, but his mind could not accept the logical explanation. He turned and set off after the white shape. She was fast and very nimble and after a short distance, obviously realized that she was being chased. Being on all fours was a disadvantage, but she began to dodge and weave through the thick foliage. He was quicker though, and within a couple of minutes he was able to jump onto her back and flatten her gasping body to the ground. He sat on her, pinning her down and took a good look at his prisoner, “What’s going on? Who are you?” he asked.

She began to whimper and as he felt her relax he swung his leg off and rolled her onto her back. “Meeowwww..” she cried and tears began to form in her large brown eyes. By the light of the moon he could see that she was wearing some kind of all-in-one cat suit . The head was incredibly realistic and her mouth merged well with the fur of the head mask. She stared up at him and allowed her legs to open, thus revealing her surprisingly smooth plump pussy lips. James tore his eyes away from her inviting sex and tried to hide the erection that was growing inside his pants.

“Are you a prisoner?” Harry asked the quivering girl. She nodded in confirmation. “Look” he said “I’m your friend, I can help you!” Her eyes lit up “Can’t you talk?” He asked

“Meeowwwww,” she replied whilst shaking her head.

“I want you to help me find my brother. Have you seen any new arrivals today?”

“Meeowwwww,” She replied. Again shaking her head whilst spreading her thighs wider.

“OK, then you must help me get into the garden!” and as he spoke these words his hand reached down and stroked her moist cunt. His fingers quickly parted her bloated labia so that he could massage the nub of her clit. She was so wet and his middle digit easily entered her vagina causing her to purr in a most feline fashion. He plunged deeper with two fingers and began to finger fuck her . “Your juicy cunt will get us past those dogs!” He cooed, and realized that she was responding just a little too enthusiastically. He had never seen a girl react in this way and concluded that her captors had somehow chemically developed her so that she would always react like a bitch on heat. He suddenly stopped, and grabbing her collar, pulled her up onto her four paws.

She was clearly not happy and started to protest by pulling away, but he held firm and started to drag her back towards the gate. “Listen girl, I will help you. I intend to kill these bastards and you will have a much better chance of escape. I have a boat and we can leave together.” She looked up at Harry and seemed to accept his offer and began to walk freely as they retraced their footsteps. Harry knew that the dogs would be much more interested in the smell of her cunt than his scent and hoped that it would give him the edge he needed.

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Having relieved himself in the most bizarre toilet he had ever seen, Tom had resumed his seat in the dining hall before eventually being shown to his bedroom by one of the young Japanese bell boys. The room that he had been given was huge, extravagant and palatial. The predominant colour of the furnishings was deep purple with all the curtains, wallpaper, carpets and bed sheets matching this regal shade. Tom collapsed onto the smooth satin bed sheets and after wriggling out of his clothing drifted into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, he was awake and aware that someone had entered the bedroom, but the whole room was in total darkness making it impossible to see the intruder. He tried to shift his position on the bed only to find his wrists were secured to chains that were fixed to the wall at the back of the bed. As he tested the strength of the metal links of his bonds a soft light appeared at the foot of the bed and two shimmering female figures rose before his bulging eyes. He lay transfixed as the two naked girls began to perform an erotic dance in the small area around his bed. They were very young and from the shape of their small nubby breasts Tom guessed that they would be in their early teens. Their slim little bodies had been coated in some sort of translucent glaze that glowed in the dark, giving them a wraithlike appearance.

As the nubile girls skipped and glided around him, Tom could see that they were completely devoid of hair which really enforced the ghostly effect that they were obviously trying to create. Tom became painfully erect as he began to anticipate the possibility of fucking one or both of these taunting, teasing dancers. They had now climbed onto his bed and began to work their way up his legs towards his throbbing member. His excitement increased as their little hands began firstly to massage his thighs, and then gently grip his rigid penis. He gasped as one girl continued to gently masturbate him whilst the other moved upwards to straddle his chest.

Tom’s arms were stretched out to the sides so he was helpless to stop the girl moving up his body until her puffy slot was level with his chin. Once she was in position she lifted her bottom and for the first time he had a clear view of her smooth tight cunt lips as she positioned them over his mouth. From the light of her glowing body Tom gaped at an object that peeped out from between the girls sweet pink labia, for it had a flat round end with the word ‘PULL’ printed on it. This whole performance had passed in total silence but Tom realized that he was clearly being offered a gift by this beautiful slim creature. He lifted his head and tried to grip the object with his teeth.

Unfortunately, it was firmly planted in her tight vagina, so he had to work his wet tongue around it, thus lubricating her small inner labia lips. As he licked and probed, her delicious flavours filled his mouth and coupled with the other pair of hands gently caressing his erection he found himself in seventh heaven. Eventually he was able to work his teeth in between her soft folds and, gripping the end, dropped his head back onto the pillow. The girl responded by lifting her body and a thick black dildo slowly slipped from its tight little prison. As the slippery object fell to the side of Tom’s head the girl glided back down his body and he gasped as she manoeuvred her little bottom onto his huge throbbing member.

She proceeded to impale herself whilst the other girl helped to guide his desperate throbbing pogo into the hot fuck hole of her companion. She was tight! And Tom gasped as he felt her tight vagina envelope and grasp his penis. It was like a tight little fist that squeezed and loosened as he dove deeper into her slim body. To his surprise she was able to devour the full length of his Pogo and before he could get his breath the second girl had skipped round and straddled his chest to face her partner. From behind he could see the two girls embrace each other for a deep kiss and as their bodies began to gyrate Tom was treated to a slow sensational fuck by one girl, and, as she slid backwards onto his face, a pussy feast from the other. Unlike her partner, her little cunt was empty and as he slipped into a sensational climax, his little tormentors flooded him with their strong heady juices.

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Lights began to flick off in the main building and Harry held his breath as he followed Carla, the white cat-girl, along the chain-link fence. He had left the gate open so that the enemy would suspect their animal had escaped in that direction. Moving forward, his luck held out as they headed towards the corner that was parallel with the main house. They soon arrived undetected at another gate and Harry produced his lock pick again. Once the gate was open they passed into a narrow, fenced area that ran along the Eastern side of the stone building. At each window Harry had a good look in, to see if he could see any sign of his brother George. When they reached the next corner they found that the back of the house looked out over a vast yard that was well lit by tall sodium lamps. Stretching out as far as he could see were a series of low buildings and barn like structures. Kneeling down he asked Carla “Have you ever been here?”.

She nodded ‘yes’ and staring towards a smaller building in front of them she pointed her paw in that direction.

The long single story building that was close to their location was well lit and looked interesting, so Tom told Carla to scamper across the yard and wait for him to follow. She crossed the 100 meters without incident, so he followed and joined her in the shadows of the structure. He could see through the first window a reception area that could be the lobby of a medical centre. The lights were low and it appeared to be deserted. Crouching down again he explained to Carla that he was going to search the facility and that she must wait for him.

Tom eased through the entrance door and stood just inside the small ante room opposite a small vacant desk. He was relieved to see that the only CCTV camera in the room was above his head and it was directed towards the desk. From his bag he took a small magnetic device and, reaching up, placed it on the side of the camera. This state of art blocker would freeze the image that the camera is locked on thus enabling him to pass on undetected. With his silenced pistol in his right hand Tom pushed through the double swing doors to look for his brother.

To the right were a series of staff rooms and to the left were what looked like patient rooms or operating theatres. He could hear voices and a TV chattering away in one of the staff rooms, but all seemed quiet in the corridor. Another camera had to be frozen before he reached the first patient room and he thanked his luck that he had avoided conflict. He had found the first two rooms on the left unoccupied but they did contain a considerable amount of medical equipment that surrounded small square tables.

The third room was similar but in the centre of an identical table sat a transparent Perspex box that had an occupant. Tom let out a loud moan, for there, attached to tubes and various wires and instruments sat what was left of his brother, George, limbless and naked, had been placed in a transparent box with only his shaved head protruding from the top. He stared in horror at what was left of his brother’s once fine athletic body and wondered why these monsters had reduced him to a helpless stump. The bastards had even removed his genitals and replaced them with a deep slash, like a female cunt! The raw red skin and stitches blazed out at him. In fact his whole torso was covered in sewn up cuts making him wonder what else had been removed! What on earth was going on at this terrible place? First the modified cat-girl and now more evidence of surgical horrors. He was determined to find out what was happening on this Island, but first he must put an end to his brothers suffering. As he pushed through the swing door, gun in hand, and approached George, his brothers eyes suddenly sprung open.

* * *

Several hours had passed since Mandy and the other girls had begun their enforced training. The noise in the shed was deafening as the girls that were not running on their machines were screaming in pain as jolts of electricity coursed through their bodies. Mandy had no such problem as she had easily settled into a comfortable trot whenever the faster pace was required. And to distance herself from the dreadful nightmare going on around her she started to wrap herself in memories of her life prior to being kidnapped. Mandy had only just turned 16, but she had spent most of the previous year looking after her younger sister Brandy. They had lost their parents in an Auto accident and an Aunt had been looking after their household.

She now regretted their careless party life with her sister and the holiday that they had been enjoying in Tokyo. She had done many stupid things since the death of her parents, but the fatal party where they had been trapped and captured was by far the lowest point of their holiday activities. The image of her sister, Brandy, dressed as a Japanese schoolgirl gyrating on the dance floor flooded her brain. Her sister had an incredible body and a fair proportion of the men in the club had been eyeballing her lovely silky form. She couldn’t remember who’s idea it was for them to dress as schoolgirls but it was definitely her sister who had transformed their tartan skirts and white cotton knickers into tight transparent invitations. It had worked! Their shaven pussies had bulged against the tight moist material, straining and aching for release against the damp fibres. The men at the club were salivating all night as Mandy and her sister had given them every chance to ogle their little hairless twats. However their knickers were so tight, the men had to be content with just groping and fondling their little slots through the thin material.

She snapped back to her current situation as the music came to an end and the girls gasped with relief as they were able to rest their aching, dripping bodies. Within five minutes two white coated technicians had appeared and started to unfasten the girls and lead them away. She had to be patient as she was the last to be finally uncoupled from their dreadful contraption. Unfortunately, they left the gagging face mask in place and her arms were still bound tightly down the middle of her back as they led her away through large double doors. She felt very strange in her pony hoofs and as she passed into the chilly night a tremor passed up her naked slick body.

“It’s your lucky night my little filly!” Hissed the Tech who was leading her away from the barn. “One more test for you tonight before you join the training school, my hot little horny cunt!”He held a short lead attached to her collar with his left hand, and with his right, gently squeezed her shapely firm butt. His insistent fingers then began to play with her puffy lips that were itching so intensely between her tired legs. “My, my, you do have tight lips don’t you? Don’t worry though our vet will soon have your flower blooming so that the stallions can provide you with all cock you will ever want.” The fight had gone out of Mandy but she was still on the look-out for the chance to escape. They passed several buildings before they came to a long narrow shed that stood in total darkness. The Tech pushed her through an open doorway and threw a switch that lit up the interior. It was a tool shed and she allowed herself to be guided to a small table. The Tech stood behind her and dipped her forwards so that he could tie the lead to a hook on the wall at the end table. He now took some leather thongs and spreading her legs wide fastened her knees and ankles to the solid legs of the table. Mandy suspected that she was not the first victim to experience his nasty bondage games.

She jumped as his hand moved down to cup her cunt fully. “It itches, doesn’t it my little cunt?” He demanded as his hand began to rub her bloated labia lips. She tried to nod and began to tremble and sob as his perverted touch invaded her body. Soon though his hand left her bottom and he began removing his clothes. By twisting her head sideways she was able to watch the tall fat Tech throw them into a pile on another bench, and then he was once again behind her. He was an ugly, bald, Jap and surprisingly tall. She had heard that Japs had little dicks but this guy was sporting a monster. Mandy bit her lip as she could feel the head of his stiff member prodding her cunt and gasped as he finally found her tight, velvet passage. He plunged in with such force she let out a guttural scream through her leather mask. Her ears were so full of her own screams that she failed to hear the scream of her rapist until he had withdrawn and fallen into a heap behind her.

* * *

Carla kept in the shadows and became alarmed as a commotion broke out within the building. She listened to raised voices and then noticed two figures emerging from the main building and head towards her location. She slunk backwards carefully and headed away from the growing danger only to come upon a white coated Jap leading a naked pony girl from one of the larger buildings. She followed at a distance and witnessed the dirty Jap fingering his captive as he led her into a dark shed. A light went on and events unfolded as he prepared to rape his helpless victim. Carla gawked in disbelief as the Jap’s naked bottom came into view through the open door. He was totally unaware of his audience as he proceeded with his plan to rape the defenceless girl.

Carla had been on the end of too much similar treatment and now was the time for her revenge. She stretched her jaws wide open and flashed the large incisors that they had so kindly implanted for their own sporting reasons. She crept slowly forwards and focussed on the swinging sack that contained the Fucker’s nads. She shuddered as the girl bellowed a dreadful scream. One huge bite is all that it would take to end this girls ordeal she thought, and that’s exactly what she delivered as she pounced with an almighty snarl.

To be continued............ Look out for chapter six.

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