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Subject: {ASSM} Repost - John Argus "The Japanese Nightmare" (Part 2)
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Dave was on a Transco jet to Tokyo by the next day. Accompanying him
were half a dozen CIA veterans, used to what the Agency liked to call
"wet" operations. Kingston had been adamant that they do whatever was
necessary to rescue his daughter, no matter the cost, and Dave,
despite his background in law enforcement, had been too outraged by
the videos he'd watched to worry about according any suspects their
rights or due process.
	Carefully secreted on the plane were all the equipment the team might
need in their work, most of it highly illegal in Japan. Certainly the
fully automatic machine-guns, complete with silencers were. Probably
the grenades were too.
	The ex-CIA boys were happy to be back at the rough work, carefully
checking through their equipment on the flight. Dave looked at them
cynically, like a zoo keeper watching the animals. He didn't trust a
one of them.
	Oh, he knew they were reliable and very good at their work. He just
didn't trust the breed as a whole. He would have preferred to go
alone, perhaps with a few friends like Phil and Ed, but these people
had more experience in operations like this.
	The man they thought was ultimately responsible for the kidnapping
and abuse of the Kingston girl, was Yoshiro Hamma, a powerful,
influential man in Japan, who doubtless had numerous friends in high
places to call upon if needed, and to warn him if any official
investigation was launched into him or his company.
	Hamma spent all of his time either at his estate on the coast, or at
the top of his company's tower in downtown Tokyo. Like most such men
in Japan, he was a workaholic, rising early and spending all day and
most of the night at work.
	That meant they had plenty of time to hit his estate, the most likely
place to find the girl if Hamma himself was involved with her abuse.
Dave was willing to bet that, despite the danger, he'd had her brought
to his personal estate so he could observe, and perhaps, take part in
the girl's humiliation and abuse.
	He obviously was an arrogant man, and would probably feel there was
no worry of the place ever being invaded by police. His people would
be trusting and loyal, and he wouldn't want to spare the time needed
to go to some other hiding place.
	No. Dave was willing to bet she was there, if Hamma was guilty of
course. There was also the strong possibility that this was all a
setup, that someone else, perhaps one of Hamma's competitors, had
framed him and Gingta.
	There was no hard evidence of any misdeeds by the man. That his was
the only Japanese company Transco had had any significant altercation
with was why he was under suspicion, that and his reputation as a man
who was not to be trifled with.
	The Japanese customs people, so thorough on civil flights, were far
too polite to give the plane of a powerful corporation, loaded with
senior executives, more than a cursory look before clearing them. They
did not turn up any contraband of course.
	They checked into one of the best hotels in the city. To do less
would arouse suspicion. Their bags were mostly just weight to fool the
hotel employees, though of course, some of their gear was also in
them.
Their briefcases in particular, were nothing but cases for the
automatic weapons within.
	They'd gotten them from the secret service, who used them to guard
the President. Tugging on the handle in a certain way would make the
case fall apart, leaving the man clutching the handle of an Uzi ready
for action. It was ideal for Japan's corporate mentality, where
everyone carried a briefcase.
	Dave and one of the CIA people drove past Hamma's estate in their
rented car, carefully filming it with a small camera. They drove past
several times, though careful not to be noticed. There seemed to be
only one direction to hit the place from, that being the street.
	It backed against a sheer drop to the water below. Two other large
estates were on either side, both also with high walls and, no doubt,
heavy security. Besides, Dave didn't like the idea of climbing two
walls to get to the place.

	Jennie's eyes kept closing, and each time the man slapped her face
lightly to get them open again.
	"I love to fuck," she said, tonelessly. "I like fucking. I like to
fuck black men. I like to fuck everyone. I like to fuck women."
	She spoke into a microphone, her vision constantly blurring and
losing focus.
	"I am a slut. I am a prostitute. I take money to lick men's cocks."
Her voice lost strength, becoming a whisper and the man slapped her
cheeks again, waking her slightly.
	"Please do what they tell you Daddy so I can come home and fuck you.
You can fuck my asshole," she mumbled. "I want to lick your cock. I
want to feel your cock in my cunt hole."
	One of Yoshiro's assistants had had an inspiration. Over the next
video tape, they would play the constant droning of the girl's voice,
saying outrageous things even as the tape showed her being abused. Her
words would halt when they used the electricity on her of course, for
they wanted her screams to come through clearly.
	"I like to fuck old men and little boys," she sighed. "I like to fuck
you and Mommie. I like to suck Mommie's cunt. I like to fuck Uncle
Mark and Aunt Ellen. I like to fuck dogs and horses and pigs. I like
to play with myself and stick my fingers up inside my cunt."
	She was sitting on a low stool, legs spread wide. One of the men slid
the vibrator down against her cunt and held it there, rubbing it
slightly. Her breathing became harsher, her words more strangled. She
began gasping and hissing, then started to moan and whine in pleasure.
	Finally came a deep howling cry of sexual release, unmistakeable and
clear. Her ass rutted against the vibrator as she trembled and shook
in mindless pleasure. Behind her, her handcuffed wrists jerked and
twitched and tried to pull loose.
	Then she sighed and would have fallen forward had they not held her
up. They led her across the room to a large, steel, square framework
erected there. Her wrists and ankles were pulled wide and tightly
fastened to the four corners of the framework.
	Then they left her there as the camera focused on the forlorn teenage
girl, her head bowed and her body weary. A man moved in, carrying a
pair of pliers. He clicked them nastily, then slid the teeth around
Jennie's left nipple and squeezed tight.
	She gasped and shook, then cried out in agony as the pliers scrunched
down on her nipple. The man's face was an evil leer as he twisted the
pliers around, threatening to crush her nipple into dust. Then he
pulled back, dragging the nipple out, pulling her tit flesh behind it.
	Her tit was stretched outward into a tight cone, the tip of which was
her tortured nipple, tightly clamped between the steel teeth of the
pliers. Jennifer wailed and shrieked, her body shaking as much as her
tight bondage allowed.
	The man let the pliers open and her tit shot back like a released
elastic, bouncing and jiggling as it resumed it's normal round form.
The nipple was fat and bulging, swollen in pain still and a deep
agony-filled red. He stepped forward, clicking the pliers again as she
moaned and her eyes rolled wildly.
	Then the teeth clamped down on her right nipple, squashing it
tightly. Again Jennie screamed terribly, her body quaking and her head
thrown back as her tit exploded in fiery pain. The man pulled outward,
stretching and distorting her right tit now, threatening to tear her
nipple right off the end.
	But he let go again. Jennifer stopped screaming, instead whining and
sobbing and twitching now and then. Both nipples were outrageously
swollen with pain, throbbing hotly. The man slid something else from
his belt.
	It was a very sharp needle, about four inches long. He moved right up
against her, the camera following, then fastened the pliers around her
swollen left nipple, not the whole nipple, just the very tip. He
pulled outward a little as Jennifer jerked and quivered, then the
sharp little tip of the needle pushed against the side of her nipple.
	She watched in a dreadful kind of quivering fascination as the needle
slowly sank into her flesh. Hot pain erupted again from her almost
numbed nipple as the needle pushed into it and then through, sliding
out the other side.
	Although the tip was as sharp as a hypodermic, the needle lengthened
considerably along it's length. The man slid the needle fully through
the hole he'd made in her nipple, widening it as he forced the entire
length of the needle through and out the other side.
	Then he let her nipple go and moved to the other, repeating his
terrible mutilation until that nipple also had a hole pierced through
it. Jennifer was an innocent girl, or had been at any rate. Even in
her lesbian dominated boarding house, she'd never heard of nipple
piercing and would have been appalled to think people did it
voluntarily.
	The man put his pliers and needle away and pulled out a pair of
wires. Each was thin and coated with rubber along most of it's length.
The last inch or so was bare however, revealing  the coppery wires. He
slid the bare wire into the hole in her left nipple, pushing the wire
through and out the other side, then twisting the end around and tying
it off.
	He pushed the second bare wire through her right nipple, again
twisting it around so it was tightly tied into place. She looked down
in disbelief, her eyes wide and uncomprehending.
	The two vibrators had been removed from her cunt and anus, but the
chain still remained. The man slid a long, thin metal probe up into
her slick lipped pussy, and a second up her rectum. The chain held
them in place securely as he fastened wires to the end of the probes,
then stepped back.
	Again there was a pause. Yoshiro waited in anticipation. Unlike with
the whipping, there was no movement or sound from the devices. However
the girl's body, hanging slackly now, slowly began to quiver. The
quivering became more pronounced, and soon her body was trembling
visibly.
	Her head rose ever so slowly, her eyes bleary. Then her head moved
back and her muscles strained, as if she sought to bend backwards. A
terrible moan came from her lips, a long, continuous sound of misery
as her body began to shake harder and harder.
	Now she screamed, the scream a high warbling cry as her body tore
frantically at the framework, shaking violently as electricity tore
through her bones and sinew. Her face was contorted, her lips drawn
back in a terrible grimace of pain.
	Her head snapped back and the warbling cry grew louder, more frantic.
Her body was shaking furiously, the metal frame rattling, despite it's
strength. Her teeth were chattering and her breasts bouncing and
jiggling.
	Her hair began to rise as if pulled upward by invisible threads. For
long minutes the camera recorded her body and mind disintegrating
under the terrible, relentless electrical assault. The camera could
only show the outside though.
	It could not show the inside, the howling pain, the maelstrom of
terrible, agonized sensations screaming along her nerve endings,
ripping up an down her spine, frying and bubbling and boiling her
insides with it's searing power.
	Then she collapsed, as if her strings had been cut.  Yoshiro grinned
in appreciation, saluting himself for the artist he was. As a final,
crowning touch, she was taken down from the metal frame and dragged
across to another. This frame was a cross, a simple, wooden cross.
	She was pushed up against the cross and raised off the floor. Steel
bands closed around her wrists, her upper arms, her throat, and her
ankles, in effect, crucifying her there. The camera watched the
unconscious girl hanging there on the cross, before moving to the
blackboard.
	Yoshiro didn't know if her father was religious or not but thought it
would have a good effect nevertheless. He sighed and left the room,
leaving the girl there on the cross. He showered and went upstairs. It
was time for work now.
	That didn't mean that the girl would be permitted to rest in his
absence of course. He had strict plans for her. It wasn't enough to
simple rape her body and torture it. He wanted to rape her mind as
well. He wanted to turn her into a cheap, slutty whore, a completely
demeaning nymphomaniac who would humiliate her father before she died.
	This wouldn't be difficult. American women were mostly whores anyway.
All that was required was to let them express themselves openly,
instead of hiding behind an image of dignity. There wasn't much, if
any dignity left in this girl, and her mind was a broken wreck.
	Indeed, before he even left the estate, they'd taken Jennifer down
from the cross and used smelling salts to wake her again. Then she was
put through her paces, trained as a dog would be, taught what to do,
what to say, how to act.
	It was slow going, not because of any resistance of course, but
because of sheer, physical exhaustion, and the fact that there wasn't
much mind there to work with. She would repeat whatever she was told 
to, not unlike a parrot say, but remembering lines was difficult.
Remembering anything was difficult.
	They were helped by the sexual vulnerability of her raw young body.
Where pain would not get a response, pleasure would. She learned how
good it would feel to plead shamelessly, learned how wonderful her
pussy would feel with a cock in it, or up her ass or down her throat.
	She was taught how nice she could feel if she utterly degraded
herself, tonguing feet and boots and assholes. What was left of her
mind tried desperately to remember the lines, the words, the
expressions, so that the throbbing pain of her abused body would be
eclipsed, however briefly, by wonderful ecstasy.
	She was given injections of protein and adrenalin, sending energy
pouring through her bloodstream. When she did well, she was rewarded
by the vibrator and dildo, when she forgot, or wasn't enthusiastic
enough, it was the whip or cattle prod.
	Pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure. Her body learned what to do,
prodded and pulled and shoved and slapped into obedience. They were
aided by Jennie's own mindless responses, for she had become little
more than a wild, carnal creature, her sex at the forefront of her
soul.

	Although Gingta Co had no real security branch, the Yakuza kept its
eyes on anything that might possibly concern it, and the arrival of a
Transco jet definitely concerned it.
	A pair of rough looking men, their eyes covered by thick dark
glasses, soon arrived at the hotel and waited in the lobby, keeping
their eyes open for the Transco men while their superiors tried to
figure out who they were and why they were in Japan.
	Inquiries at Hensa corporation revealed no reason for any of
Transco's people to be here, and the Yakuza clan involved, the Yellow
Dragons, decided that these people were not executives at all but some
kind of investigating team.
	The decision was made to eliminate them. The Yellow Dragons had a lot
of time and effort involved with securing a firm hold on Gingta
corporation and weren't about to see all of that go to waste. Several
more members were despatched to the hotel where the  so-called
executives were staying.
	They all went upstairs. The Yakuza would question the Americans and
if the answers weren't acceptable, kill them. Six men gathered outside
the doors to the suite. One of them quickly slid a pass key into the
door's lock and softly clicked it open.
	The six drew their weapons, four automatics and two revolvers, then
the leader made a signal with five fingers. One by one he dropped them
and as the last dropped he shoved the door violently open... except
that the door didn't open.
	Instead it jammed hard against something and a horrendously loud
wailing came from the other side. He cursed furiously, slamming his
shoulder repeatedly against the door, which he was finally able to
shove open. He and the others rushed in, to find the room empty.
	The crouched in place in a semi-circle around the doorway, gazing at
the other doors leading to the bedrooms. The leader moved swiftly
forward, stealth meant nothing now. He rushed toward one of the door,
slamming his foot into it and throwing it open.
	There was an enormous explosion and his body was hurled backward
several feet, most of his chest a red ruin. Several of the Yakuza
fired at the doorway but just then the other doors opened and men
appeared. Before they could shift their aim, the room exploded with
chattering of automatic weapons.
	Three of the remaining five men were twisted and thrown down at once.
The other two tried to back towards the door, firing in all
directions, but then there was a sound from behind them. One was able
to turn before both went down in a tangled mass of limbs and blood.
	Dave stepped in carefully, Sean Waren behind him. Both held their
Uzi's carefully pointed towards the unmoving bodies... just in case.
The other four men came out of their rooms and moved quickly forward,
checking the bodies.
	"Pack up now. Get your things and let's get the fuck out of here!" he
yelled. The others ran to their rooms and began to gather up the bags
that held incriminating evidence. They were professionals. Within a
minute they were all rushing through the doors into the hallway,
heading for the fire escape.
	They sprinted down the ten flights to the basement, then ran across
the garage and tossed their bags into their cars, calmly driving out
into the street just as the sound of sirens began to obscure the
traffic noises.
	They passed several police buses as they drove away

	A naked mannequin sat on a chair, a male mannequin. Mannequins of
course, were not anatomically correct. So the massive erect penis
sticking up from its groin had had to be purchased separately and then
glued in place. It was well over a foot long and twice the thickness
of most men's cocks.
	A picture had been taped over the mannequin's face, a picture of
Charles Kingston's arrogant face. Jennifer half walked, half shuffled
over to the mannequin and stood before it for a moment, then she
spread her legs and moved over it.
	She slowly lowered herself onto the mannequin's large dildo cock,
moaning slightly as it pushed against her cunt lips, then slowly
dropping down, letting it push up deep inside her. She slid down the
length of the dildo cock, whimpering at the thickness of it as it
plugged her pussy chamber fully.
	Her hands were on the mannequin's shoulders as she began to slowly
fuck herself on the big cock. The camera's moved in and the
microphones were turned up as she whined and groaned and grunted,
humping herself up and down with greater and greater force.
	Her round cheeked ass rose and fell with fast, bouncing movements,
taking the entire length of the massive cock up into her belly as she
rubbed her tits against the mannequin's plastic chest. She began
kissing the picture of her father, moaning and sighing with pleasure.
	"Ohhh!" she groaned. "Ohh Dadddee! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Ohh
Yesss! Oh Daddee!" she whined, her ass jerking up and down as the
camera focused in on her lips crushed against the lips on the picture
of her father.
	Her hands slid behind the mannequin's plastic head, pulling it
towards her as she pushed her own lips harder and harder against the
picture. She grunted and sobbed, straining against the weight of
gravity as she jounced and bounced up and down the plastic prick.
	Her crotch gleamed wetly as the camera focused in on it, and the
plastic of the dildo shone against the light each time she slid her
ass upwards to reveal it. She ground her ass against the upper legs of
the mannequin, rubbing herself forward and back and spreading her hot
wet fuck juices over it.
	"Yes!" she cried. "OH YESSSS! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES	YES! OH DADDY!
DADDY! DADDY! DADDY FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
	Her ass hammered down on the plastic man's thighs as she rode up and
down furiously. Her cunt slid up and down the glistening wet plastic
prick with savage speed, burning her pussy tunnel as she impaled
herself repeatedly.
	She rode the plastic man and cock like she was on a bucking bronco,
her belly splatting against the mannequins's as she howled an yelled
and cried and whined like a psychotic nympho in heat. She plunged up
and down on the shining pink cock with delirious joy, her belly
churning and bubbling with lust.
	The cameras caught every second of it, as did the microphones. It was
patently obvious that she was not acting, that she was in the throes
of a violent sexual fever. The watching men smiled smugly, pleased and
proud of themselves.
	In the next scene she was sitting on the floor. Before the cameras
had been turned on she had been driven repeatedly to the very edge of
sexual fulfilment. Each time her tormentors had backed off, leaving
her a screaming mass of frazzled nerve endings with a gigantic volcano
of raw lust between her legs.
	She sat there in misery, her hands tied behind her back, trying to
squeeze her thighs tightly enough to bring herself off. She rubbed her
ass against the floor, moaning softly.
	The camera watched her. Then a man walked forward, stopping dozen
feet away. He was large and bald and black, with a long semi-flaccid
cock. Jennifer's eyes lit up when she saw him. Her mouth opened and
she licked her lips hungrily.
	Her breathing grew faster, her breasts rising and falling quickly on
her chest. The black man grabbed his cock and shook it at her, a sneer
on his face.
	"Look what Ah got baby." he grinned. Jennifer whined in response.
	"You want some o' this baby?"
	"Yesssss! Oh yeesss!" she whined.
	"Where you want it babe?"
	"My cunt! Fuck me cunt!"
	"You want a fuck baby? You want a good fuckin'?"
	"Yesss! Please! Pleeeeaseee! Fuck meeee!" she whimpered.
	"Git on yer knees then white girl." he snickered.
	Jennifer gasped and rolled over onto her knees, shoving her ass up
into the air towards the man, spreading her legs wide. She knelt there
for long seconds, her face pressed into the stone and her ass humping
desperately up at him.
	He didn't move. She whined and whimpered, rutting her ass back,
gyrating it in slow circles. She twisted her shoulders around to look
behind her, her eye pleading.
	"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me Mister?"
	"Sorry babe. My cock ain't hard `nuff." She whimpered in distress.
	"Ya'll come over here and suck on it some. It'll git hard."
	Jennie started to get to her feet but he stopped her quickly.
	"Crawl over here, white girl. Crawl over on yer belly."
	She twisted around, coming down flat on the stone floor, her soft
young breasts crushed against the cold stone. She started to squirm
forward across the floor, panting and mewling in heat, her eyes
focused on the prick hanging between his legs.
	"That's it, baby. Come an' git it," he cackled, waving his cock
again.
	Jennie wriggled slowly across the floor, her feet and legs scratching
and rasping against the floor as she struggled forward on her belly.
Finally she reached his feet and he placed one of his bare feet on the
top of her head, shoving it down.
	"You kin clean my feet first, white bitch," he sneered. "Then maybe
I'll give you a good fuck up your asshole."
	Jennie's tongue shot out and she began to stab it between his toes,
sliding it back and forth across the tops and then sliding it around
the side of his foot and up around the ankles. She repeated her
furious tongue bathing of his other foot and finally he grunted and
laughed lightly.
	"You sure are horny, ain't you white girl?"
	"Yesssss!" she moaned.
	"Yer pussy feeling hot?"
	"Yesssss!"
	"Want a cock up inside you, don't you?"
	"Pleeeeeaaassee!" she whimpered.
	"Well, climb up to yer knees and give it a good suck. Maybe it'll
perk up."
	Jennie slowly pulled herself to her knees, her face nuzzling his
groin. Then she sucked in his still-soft prick and began to work on it
with her tongue. She waggled and wiggled her tongue on it, sucking in
her cheeks as she applied pressure to his organ.
	It slowly began to harden, enough that she was able to begin pumping
her lips up and down on it. Her head bobbed in and out, sliding along
the length of his wet shaft as she sought to harden it sufficiently to
plug her hole.
	"I think thet might be hard `nuff," he said. She pulled back quickly,
her chest heaving. She whirled around, letting herself fall forward
onto her shoulders again, raising her ass high. She knelt there,
humping up at him for several seconds as he stood behind her.
	"No... My mistake. It ain't hard `nuff yet," he said. "You gotta suck
some more."
	Jennie sobbed desperately and struggled up to her knees again,
turning to face him and sliding her lips over his cock-head again. She
bobbed her head frantically, sliding her lips along the shaft, sucking
hard, and rasping her tongue against it like she was washing it down.
	"Now it's hard `nuff," he said, decisively. 
	Jennie pulled away, turned around and fell forward again, once more
raising her ass and spreading her legs for him. She trembled and
quivered as she waited for him to make use of her burning pink hole.
	"Not that way, white girl. Git on yer back and spread `dem legs."
	Jennie rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide apart as
she gazed desperately up at him. Her feet slipped against the stone as
she tried to raise her crotch up for a good deep angle. He grinned
down at her, wagging his hard cock up and down, taunting her with it.
	"Spread yer legs wider, white girl. Wider. Wider!" Jennie tore her
legs as far apart as she could, her entire body trembling and shaking,
her eyes wide and her chest rising and falling furiously. Her wrists
were still bound behind her and she used them to push up against her
lower back, raising her crotch off the ground and arching her back.
	"That looks nice. You want a fuck?"
	"Yessss!"
	"You sure? You sure you want this black nigger cock?"
	"Pleeasee! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Her body was burning with need, sweat pouring off her. She could
hardly breath with the crackling fires howling within her. Her cunt
was a searing nova that threatened to burn her alive.
	The black man grinned again and very slowly lowered himself to his
knees between her legs. She groaned and whimpered in anticipation.
	"I dunno, white girl. Maybe I shouldn't."
	"Please! Oh Please!" she sobbed. "Please fuck me!"
	He lowered himself across her body, carefully holding his lower body
away from her crotch as he began to lightly tweak her rock-hard
nipples. "Sure baby? Sure you want this nigger cock up your fuckin'
cunt?"
	"Fuck me! Fuck me! Please! Please! Please! Please!"
	He held his cock in his hand, still grinning at her, as if trying to
decide. Then he shrugged and pushed his fat, thick cock-head against
her hole, He let the head slowly sink into her sopping cunt opening.
	"OH! OH! Oh Yeeesss! OH YES!" she moaned, writhing beneath him.
	Then he slammed his cock forward, thrusting it fully into her
overheated cunt-box, burying the entire fat length of it inside her
belly with a single hard stroke.
	Jennie froze, then screamed at the top of her lungs. She began to
convulse beneath him, shaking and thrashing in a hysterical fit of
orgasmic ecstasy. She howled and shrieked like a deranged maniac as
the man pounded his long, thick cock down into her tunnel with
dangerously powerful thrusts that jammed the hot, hard fuck-stick deep
into her belly.
	Her legs flopped on the floor like a pair of fish out of water. Her
head lashed back and forth and her entire body was racked with
impossibly violent rocking motions. She bawled and whined and sobbed
as the black man punched his rock hard prong into the deepest pits of
her fuck-box.
	Girl juice sprayed out around his furiously pumping shaft as her
pussy bubbled over with hot lubrication. A raging firestorm of
orgasmic energy ripped through her frame, blinding and deafening her
as he rutted down into her.
	He pulled her ass up to meet his furiously plunging fuck-wand and
bent low, seizing her right tit in his wide mouth and biting down
hard, trying to rip the entire mound from her chest. His raping cock
was jackhammering  inside her, threatening to tear her apart with it's
violent stabbing thrusts.
	Then her eyes bulged wide, a look of astonished, disbelief on her
face. Her body gave a massive shudder, then stiffened for a long
moment. Then she gave a sigh and dropped unconscious beneath him

	Guncgi Samara tapped his fingers on the table top, glaring out the
window in annoyance. To lose six men at once was more than a little
unsettling; it was almost inconvenient. He'd obviously been wrong
about just what kind of people Transco had sent to Japan.
	Worse, the police were very upset with him and the Yellow Dragons,
and this was causing concern amongst the other clans. Normally the
police didn't care what the Yakuza did to each other, finding it much
more cost efficient and effective to let them kill each other, than to
try and imprison them.
	Unfortunately his people had been killed in one of the finest hotels
in downtown Tokyo, in a bloody massacre that was going to become a
very big story, nation-wide. He had lost much face today, both with
the police and with his fellow Yakuza leaders.
	Obviously these people were professionals. Transco had probably hired
them from the Mafia, or some other American criminal syndicate. He'd
been careless not to think of this. He gazed down at his finger with
regret. At the special meeting of clan leaders this afternoon, he was
going to have to give them at least one, perhaps as many as three
fingers to show his repentance.
	In the meantime, he would see to it that these American criminals did
not leave Japan, and that they didn't talk to the police either. He
had already spread the word. Soon their whereabouts would filter back
to him and he would send in a first rate team to dispose of them.
	There were few places in Japan for foreigners to hide, especially
from the Yakuza, with it's tentacles in the police, government, and
half the businesses in the islands. He would find them, and display
their heads to the other leaders. Thus would he gain back his face.

	Although none of them had ever had to hide from the law, all knew
quite well how to go about it. First they got rid of their rental
cars, appropriating others in their place. They split up and circled
the residential areas, looking for an abandoned house.
	It took a while, but they finally found one, in a run-down
neighbourhood backing onto a dark alley. They easily picked the lock
and moved in, searching it carefully for signs of inhabitants. It was
empty. Dave eased down onto one of the sleeping mats and tried to
think.
	Obviously their way home was out. The plane would have been seized by
now. However the Japanese authorities would soon find that it had been
stolen from it's hanger in Los Angeles, and that the names on the
boarding list were fabrications.
	The back up plan would go into effect automatically. Transco would
have one of it's subsidiaries send another plane into Narita airport
and wait for them. In the meantime, the Yakuza were going to become a
major problem.
	He knew just how organized these people were, and it wouldn't be long
before they were found again. They had to get into Hamma's place and
get the girl, providing they didn't move her, of course. Technically
they weren't guilty of anything other than smuggling in illegal
weapons, but he didn't think the Japanese authorities would be very
happy with them anyway.
	"We'll have to hit that place tonight," he said to the others.
	"No way man," Sean replied, shaking his head. "They'll sure as shit
expect that."
	"If we wait long, they'll either kill us, or her."
	"Yeah, but it ain't gonna do us any good to go in there and get wiped
out."
	"You have a better idea."
	"Not yet, but I think I can come up with one."
	"What we need is a diversion," another of the agents sighed.
	"For who, the cops or the Yakuza?"
	"The cops won't have any idea who we are or why we're here. It's the
Yakuza that will be parked outside that Hamma character's place
tonight, waiting for us to show our asses."
	"How about a good old fashioned Los Angeles drive by shooting?" one
of the men suggested.
	"What the fuck good'll that do?" Dave demanded.
	"Well... we shoot up a car or two. That takes out a couple of them.
The rest take off after us."
	"And the police flood the area."
	"Not for long. They'll pick up the pieces, hang around for a couple
of hours... "
	"Too much time," another shook his head. "By the time they left the
Yakuza would be back, even more sure that we wanted the girl."
	"Okay, so what then?"
	"How about if the cops come and arrest the Yakuza?"
	"Fat chance," Dave snorted. "The Yakuza are almost legal. Hell, you
want to know where their headquarters are, just look in the phone
book. They're all listed."
	"No shit."
	"But, it somebody calls the cops, and says that there are a bunch of
gangsters parked along such and such a street, the cops will still
rush over, especially if they think there's gonna be another
shootout."
	"Yeah, so?"
	"So they find these guys sitting around in their cars with machine
guns, they're gonna take me in, right?"
	"They would yeah. They'd be out of jail damned soon though."
	"But we'd have a window there, of maybe an hour or so where the place
would be clear of cops and Yakuza..."
 	"It might work, long as we're careful. But not tonight. They'll be
all ready for us."
	"When? We don't have much time."
	"Tomorrow morning. They'll be more relaxed, figuring if we'd have
attacked it'd have been in the night."

	Yoshiro was worried. Yesterday's events had been disturbing and
unsettling. The Yakuza men gunned down in the hotel had been from the
Yellow Dragon faction, the same faction he was currently employing.
Furthermore the media reports were claiming that the gunmen had been
foreigners... Americans who had claimed to be from Transco.
	He sat back against the several plush pillows propped against the
headboard of his large bed. The blonde slut lay draped across his lap
on her belly. His hand was softly stroking her buttocks, admiring how
smooth and soft and warm they still were, despite the beatings she'd
undergone.
	She sighed and wriggled slightly against him, pushing her behind up
at his hand. He frowned and slapped her buttocks, making her yelp and
keep herself more still. Then he resumed his calm stroking. His hand
slid along the inside of her left buttock, squeezing lightly, then
down between her legs, running over her puffy little pubic mound.
	She sighed again, but kept still as his hand slowly rubbed back and
forth against her crotch. Just when he was beginning to really enjoy
himself this had to happen. The Americans were a violent people, with
no manners whatsoever. Now he'd have to kill the girl before he was
ready.
	His eyes followed the soft folds of the girl's rounded ass cheeks as
his hand rubbed and squeezed. He looked towards the window and sighed,
his mind turning to business momentarily. His hand continued to
absently fondle the girl's ass cheeks until his attention was drawn
back to her by the blonde's ass humping up towards him.
	His right hand slid along the soft skin between her cheeks, sliding
down over her pussy. Her legs opened slightly, then opened wider as
his hand continued to stroke back and forth along her ass crack and
down between her legs.
	He looked down at her little asshole staring up at him and probed it
with his finger, pushing forcefully to get the digit inside to the
first joint. She wriggled her ass back at him, mewling in pleasure.
	He pushed his finger deeper, twisting it around and pushing down
until it was buried to the knuckle. He probed the inside of her anus,
twisting his finger this way and that, feeling the sides of her ass
tunnel as the girl pushed her ass back at him.
	He pulled his finger out then, picking a bottle of thick lubricating
grease from the table beside his bed. He unscrewed it and stuck two
fingers inside, digging a thick wad of the grease out and then pushing
the two fingers against the girl's asshole again. He twisted them
around, shoving them into her as she sighed and moaned happily.
	His fingers pushed deep behind the greasy lubricating oil and soon
both were buried to the knuckles inside her. He withdrew them, then
scooped another wad of oil from the jar with three fingers and pushed
the three into her.
	He held his three fingers tightly together as he pried open her tight
little, grease-smeared butt-hole and then drove them down into her
with a smooth, even pressure. Jennifer began breathing harder,
squirming on his lap as he pumped his fingers slowly in and out of her
asshole.
	He pulled her further forward across his lap, his left arm going
around her waist, under her belly and hauling her ass upwards so he
could look right down at her anus. He pumped the three fingers several
more times, then pulled them out and added a fourth.
	Her ass was oiled up good and it took little effort to get all four
fingers into her. The deeper he pushed them though, the wider they
stretched her little hole. The first joint was simple, the second much
more difficult, getting them in to the knuckle required great
pressure.
	Jennifer was gasping and panting, no longer humping up at him. Her
asshole was starting to hurt as he stretched it wide open. He could
feel the tightness of her flesh around his fingers as he sought to
drive his fingers deeper.
	With the help of the grease he did it, though it was incredibly
tight. Once there he realized that pushing his fingers in further,
that is, pushing his hand in further would be simple, for it widened
only a little from the knuckles to his thumb. He pushed harder and
Jennifer gasped and squirmed downward.
	He pumped slightly, having difficulty against the pressure, but
slowly sank his hand in until the base of his thumb caught against her
butt like a hook, blocking any further entry. He wiggled his fingers
around inside her, wondering at the strangely elastic flesh inside
her.
	It felt rubbery, warm and soft like silk. He had to get his hand into
it, just to see what it felt like deeper, and to see just how high
inside her he could get his hand. He slid it back out again to the
knuckles and pinched his thumb in tight, shoving it past the little
hole.
	Then he began pushing inward, working in the thumb to the first
joint. Now, however, his hand was much wider and it stretched her ass
mouth enormously. She whimpered and her small hands gripped the sheets
tightly as he drove his hand down.
	His arm clung tightly around her waist as she instinctively sought to
crawl away. He pushed harder, pulling back minute distances to pump
slightly, trying to work her open. Each forward thrust brought his
hand a little deeper into the girl's anus, each opened her slightly
wider.
	The moment of truth came when he had his thumb in almost to the base.
The widest point of his hand would come now as he tried to work in the
heel of his palm. Her whining became louder and louder and she began
to tremble violently as he increased the pressure.
	There was a very real possibility that he would tear her open, but
that didn't really concern him of course, any more than the pain he
seemed to be causing. What was important was his curiosity and
satisfaction, and that required burying his hand in the white girl's
slutty asshole.
	He grunted as the pressure against his hand mounted. Despite the
thick goopy grease it appeared her asshole was just too small for his
hand. But he gave it an extra effort and slowly the heel of his palm
slid past her opening.
	He grinned with anticipation as his hand slowly disappeared into the
now widely stretched hole. His fingers sank deeper and deeper into her
guts as his entire hand pushed inside, and her anal opening now
clamped tightly around his wrist.
	His wrist still stretched her out of course, but since it was more
the proper semi-round shape, the pain was much less for her. His hand
bulged out her ass tube tightly in certain places, but the rubbery
flesh accommodated it easier.
	He pushed deeper, watching his wrist move inside her and his arm
follow. His fingers seemed to touch bottom then, something hard and
resistant inside her. He scratched about against it, trying to
determine what it was he was touching, then had an idea.
	He started to pull his fingers into his palm. One by one, he closed
them in until his hand was pulled into a tight fist inside the girl.
	For Jennifer having his fist inside her was like nothing she had ever
felt. It was a thick, hard, bony ball deep in her body, a ball that
pushed slowly forward, moving deeper still.
	With his fingers pulled in, Yoshiro was able to push his hand deeper,
gaining several more inches. Now his forearm was pushing into her
asshole and opening her further. He pushed until his knuckles came to
rest at the very pit of her rectum.
	He sighed in satisfaction, looking down bemused at the sight of her
gaping shit hole clamped around his forearm. It was a truly lovely
sight, he thought. He started turning his hand inside her, slowly
twisting it from side to side.
	He worked up pressure and speed, despite the girl's whines and
unintelligible protests. Then he slowly edged his fist back, wanting
to pump her like a cock. He pulled back several inches, then pushed
forward again.
	Her asshole was so incredibly tight it was hard to get any kind of
momentum going. Her asshole flesh sucked and pulled at his hand and
wrist, resisting any movement. But as he continued, her muscles seemed
to relax, either that or he had simply worn them out.
	He began to pump faster, using deeper and longer strokes. He started
with one inch, one inch back, one inch forward. A minute later it was
three full inches, then four, then five, then six, then seven.
	Soon he was able to pump his fist right up and down her tunnel,
grinding his fist against the base of her tube, then pulling it high
up the tunnel until it started to pull out against her anal opening.
Then he started working on the speed, working his fist faster and
faster, completely breaking down her rectum's resistance.
	Before too long his fist was pounding down her asshole with furious,
brutal strokes, mashing and crushing it's way through her guts as she
jerked and shuddered against him.
	The rapid pumping motion, the incredible feeling of his fist working
it's way back and forth inside her belly, was bringing back Jennifer's
excitement, arousing her sexual fervour as she lay helpless across his
lap.
	She closed her eyes, letting the pressure of his fist tug and push on
her groin. She slid her right hand down beneath her, reaching her
clitty with her fingers, she began to vigorously rub it back and forth
as his fat fist pumped her anus.
	He was churning her guts to a frothing jelly, pistoning his fist
inside her with wild abandon. He saw her hand sliding down to her cunt
and laughed in amusement, then gripped her right leg with his left
hand and twisted her over onto her back.
	He hauled up on her left leg again, pulling her around so she lay
with her legs around him, and he could look straight down at her cunt
as she fondled it. He could still pump his hand in her asshole, though
it was more difficult.
	His left hand slid up to her breasts, caressing them, squeezing the
soft meat as she cooed and moaned and writhed in pleasure. Her ass
bounced against him as she continued to manipulate her clitty. One of
her fingers slid into her cunt slit and began to pump as she ground
her nails against her clitty.
	Her body shook and wriggled, her ass rising and falling with his
pumping hand jammed tightly inside. Her feet were flat against the
mattress and her knees bent as she humped herself up and down. Yoshiro
watched as she came closer and closer to her orgasm.
	Then he pulled back on his fist, opening his hand and pulling hard as
he squeezed the entire thing back out of her anal opening. She howled
and whined, bouncing her ass even harder and fingering her cunt
furiously. The last of his hand slid out of her with the same sticky
wet sound as a baby coming out of a woman's cunt.
	He shoved Jennifer's legs up and far back, jamming her ankles down
against the sides of her head as his raging erection pointed down at
her cunt. He stuffed his hard sausage inside with a brutal thrust,
jamming it deep into her box on the first stroke.
	He pounded down into her, his cock a wild piston inside her cunt
canal. His ass rose and fell with desperate abandon, then halted
briefly. His cock popped free and he slid it into her asshole, gaping
wide open still.
	His cock plunged balls-deep into her rectal tube and he pumped
viciously. His cock ripped in and out of her with ease, rutting
through the and past her broken sphincter and worn out muscles. His
cock-knob bounced heavily off the pit of her ass-tube, then slid back
up and out.
	He pushed it into her cunt again, driving it deep inside her, a
powerful steel spike buried in her belly as she came and came, and
came again. Then his own climax rode over him and his sperm jetted
into her hole, torrents of white semen splashing and gurgling down
into her womb.

	There were perhaps a dozen cars loaded with Yakuza gunmen parked
around the streets outside Yoshiro Hamma's estate. They waited there
through the night, certain that the American gangsters would attack
that night.
	As day approached they began to worry that the attack would not come.
Though dawn of course was an excellent time for attack, the night
offered better cover. Dawn broke and the sun climbed into the sky.
Many of the Yakuza started their cars with a sigh of disappointment
and drove off.
	Only three cars remained by six, which was a good thing, because the
Transco boys' plan had developed a major problem. The little house
they were staying in had no phone. Worse, none of them had any
Japanese money at all.
	They had plenty of credit cards of course, but payphones didn't take
credit.
	"Now what the fuck do we do?" Dave snarled, when this ridiculous fact
had made itself known.
	"We could always go next door and borrow someone's phone," one of
them suggested.
	"Don't be a dork."
	"We'll just have to do it hard and wet," Sean shrugged.
	"What's that mean?"
	Sean held up his Uzi and grinned.
	"A gunfight will bring a hundred cops there within ten minutes."
	"So we don't have a gunfight. Look, the Japs are probably parked at
different points around the estate, positioned to see it, not each
other. We use the silencers to take em' out one at a time."
	"And you don't think anyone will see us all standing around shooting
into a car?"
	"No. I don't. Look at these pictures. That place is packed with rich
houses. That means big walls, gardens, trees, etc. Nobody can see the
street from their windows. All we have to do is be fast and quiet."

	Wenzuki Yaklienama was bored stiff. He and his three comrades had
been sitting here watching the back wall of the estate for ten hours
now and still now sign of the American gangsters. It was after six and
he wanted to go down to Kantia district and the little coffee shop
owned by that old man Ghoup.
	Ghoup was terrified of the Yakuza of course, but too poor to pay his
protection money. So Wenzuki took out the money in trade, not coffee
of course, but in the use of his granddaughter, a sweet, slim waisted,
round assed little temptress.
	He was starting to get a hard-on, thinking about what he was going to
do to little Saame when got there, when he yawned, and caught a
movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head casually,
and stared into a very wide round barrel of a gun.
	His eyes opened wide, and his mouth opened to scream, but then there
was a soft ripping sound and he and his companions all jerked and
flopped for a few seconds, then tumbled back lifeless in their seats.
The two gunmen let the silencer-equipped Uzi's fall back on their
straps, inside their coats.
	They reached though the car's open windows and shoved the bodies down
onto the floor, so a casual passer-by wouldn't notice anything amiss,
then rolled up the windows to further hide the scene. The whole action
took only about thirty seconds.
	The other two cars met the same fate. Twelve Yakuza gunmen dying
within seconds.
	Dave and the others moved up against the front wall of the estate.
One of the CIA guys was heaved up to the top by two others. He fixed a
pair of ropes in place and dropped down on the other side. The others
quickly scurried up to the top and dropped over into a lush garden.
	There was certainly no lack of cover as they moved forward. The
problem was that so many booby traps and alarms could be hidden
amongst the deep foliage. The had to move very slowly, especially when
Sean found a tripwire.
	They moved over it, avoiding several others, and making a wide
diversion around a fixed camera high up on one side of a tree. Then
they had to make a stop as another camera was spotted. This one turned
slowly back and forth.
	They waited until it was pointed directly away from them, then two
men rushed forward as fast as they could to stand beneath it. It
turned back, then turned away. Two more men rushed forward. Finally
they were all gathered beneath the pole that held the camera.
	The house was no in sight, the windows shining with the rising light
of the sun.
	"Glad these people don't like dogs," one of the men whispered."
	"Just keep your eyes open for more alarms and cameras." Sean hissed.
	They moved slowly forward to the edge of the foliage. Ahead lay a
green lawn up to the edge of the house.
	"Now I wish it was dark," Dave sighed.
	"At any given moment, the odds are more than fifty to one that nobody
in a given house is looking out the window," Sean said, citing
something he'd obviously learned in spook school.
	They made a rush to the corner of the structure and bunched up there
for a moment as Sean gazed quickly at a window. He looked inside, then
all around the outside. He turned and gave a sharp nod at the others,
then slid the bag he was carrying around and began pulling out tools.
	First came a small knife, very sharp. He slid it up and down along
the sides of the screen, cutting it completely open and off. He tossed
it behind him on the grass and stared into the window again. He fished
in his bag and pulled something else out.
	He pushed an electronic box against the glass and a suction cup held
it in place. Then he took out a suction cup and glass cutter, sticking
the cup against the window and slowly cutting  a circle next to the
latch. He completed the circle and pulled with the cup.
	The little circle of glass popped out. The box continued to blink
evenly. Sean held another box up near the top of the window, then
nodded and put it back in his bag. Dave had no idea what he was doing,
but was glad he was doing it.
	Sean opened the window then, reaching through the hole and unlocking
it, and then pulling the window up.
One of the men gave him a boost and he half-jumped, half-climbed
through the window, disappearing from view.

	Yoshiro finished with the girl and then had her taken away for the
day's punishment and training. Her father had shown no sign of selling
off his oil company so today she would be a night mare for her. He had
other concerns at the moment, various problems at the company that had
to be dealth with today.
	He gave her little further thought as the blonde was dragged along to
the big stone room that she had come to dread. She only hoped that her
cooperation would ease the pain they would deal her.
	They led her over to the middle of the floor and forced her to her
hands and knees. There was a small stool there, only about a foot
square. It was fixed to the floor and she her belly was placed across
it. Then a belt was pulled around her back, fixing her tightly in
place.
	There were now a pair of rings in her pierced nipples, and they slid
small chains through the rings, pulling tightly to force her down
forther. The chains were bolted to the floor and kept her firmly
positioned with her already hanging tits, stretched even more.
	They pulled her knees wide open and she felt steel manacles sliding
around her legs just above them and locking them in place. She began
to quiver in worry, fearing what they would do to her now that she was
so open and vulnerable.
	The first thing that happend, as some of them prepared their cameras,
and others worked on something else, was that one of the men knelt
behind her and gave her a hard, fast fuck. She didn't mind that at
all, in fact, began to get aroused as he pumped into her.
	He finished too quickly though, pulling out as she sighed in
disapointment. She looked around the room, trying to figure out what
they were going to do. Thankfully, they didn't seem to be working with
any sharp instruments, or electrical devices.
	Then the door opened and a man came in, holding the leashes of
several dogs. She stared at him in surprise, wondering what the dogs
could possibly be for. The men with the cameras finished working on
them and set them up on either side of her as the man with the dogs
gave one of the leashes to another man, who led the beast forward...*
	
	The first phase of today's video tape was now filmed. She had utterly
humilated and degraded herself before the cameras. Now it was time for
pain. She was pulled across the room to where a small steel post rose
out of the floor.
	The post was only a few feet high, it's top round and gleaming with
grease. It was about as thick as a baseball bat. Jennie's arms were
tied behind her back and she was forced to stand over it, then someone
turned on a motor and the thing began slowly turning around in slow
circles.
	It started to rise into the air and within second sthe spinning head
started to rub against her pussy lips. She sighed in weariness, not
bothered by the feeling at all. But the thing pushed higher and
higher, bringing heavy force up against her cunt.
	She tried to move away but the men held her firmly in place as the
thing bored upward. She winced and then began to struggle desperately
for her pussy was being crushed by the force of the slowly turning
post. She couldn't move away though.
	Her cuntlips were pushed back inside her, and the thing started to
actually lift her off her feet. Then her cunt spread and spread and
the post's rounded nose began to force it's way into her. She cried
out in pain, her cunt pulled agonizingly far apart, the pain feeling
like childbirth in reverse.
	The thing pushed deeper and deeper into her cum-filled pussy as the
men held her trembling body in place. One of them seized her left tit
and a hook was shoved through the nipple ring. It pulled sharply
upward, jerking on her breast, twisting it up hard as she howled in
pain.
	The same thing was done to her other nipple and soon both were
sharply stretched cones of meat, pointing upwards towards where a pair
of tough elastic cords hung from the ceiling.
	The pain in her nipples was nothing to the pain that was boiling up
from her cunt. The thick round post had reached the deepest pit of her
cunt, but continued to push higher. It stopped its turning finally, as
if it sensed that there was no further need to go further.
	Yet still it rose. The pain mounted as it pushed hard against the
back of Jennifer's cunt. She rose on her tip-toes, her legs as tight
together as they could get considering the post between them. Still it
pushed higher, and higher, and higher. \
	The pressure against her internal organs was horribly painful. She
screamed in agony, her toes leaving the floor as the post, unable to
push deeper into her cunt, forced her upward.
	Her toes wiggled a full inch from the floor as she screamed and
cried. She rose higher, another inch, then a foot, impaled on the
rounded head of the post. Her guts exploded in terrible waves of
agony, cramping and burning and bending as her entire weight was
supported on the end of her cunt.
	She trembled and shook, but kept as still as possible, for every
little movement sent more agony searing through her pelvis. What was
worse, her body fought to fall backwards, pulling harder against the
cords holding her nipples, and threatening death for her if the post
ripped out through her belly.
	Not content with the visible agony on her face, the trembling of her
body, and the maniacle gurgling of pain, one of the men stepped
forward with a buggy whip and began to lash her back and buttocks.
Another moved in front of her with a small, flexible wooden cane and
began to whack at her distended breasts.
	Her body rocked madly atop the post, agony ripping through her from
all directions. Her cunt threatened to tear open, letting the post
drive up into her belly, perhaps right up into her chest cavity. Her
eyes bulged and rolled and her body shook furiously.

	It took moments for the six of them to make it through the window.
They'd left one man behind on the street to keep an eye on the
carloads of dead gunmen, and to watch their own cars. The rest of them
fanned out inside the room and moved to the doorway.
	All were carrying the silencer-equipped Uzis as Sean opened the door
and peered out. He moved stealthily forward, Dave following. They
found themselves in a wide hallway, the floor polished stone. Sean,
Dave, and one other moved to the right. The other three men moved to
the left.
	Within seconds they encountered a maid, who gaped at them in terror.
Sean seized her and slapped a gag over her mouth while the other man
tied her hands. They pushed her into a closet and continued.
	They moved into a wide sitting room, empty though, and then down
another hall. They checked every door, looking for one leading up or
down. It wasn't likely the girl was on the ground floor where Hamma
would see visitors.
	A man in uniform appeared at the top of a stairway. He shouted
something in Japanese and drew a gun from his holster. All three
opened fire, blasting his body full of bullets and hurling him back
against the wall.
	Sean motioned towards the stairs and they started up. Suddenly a door
opened across the room and another unfiformed man came out. Sean fired
a quick burst that took him in the head, throwing him back on the
floor. Dave spotted stairs through the partially opened door and
motioned at Sean.
	It was a lot more likely she'd be down there. They hurried back down
and across the room, then through the doorway and down the stairs.
Dave checked his watch. It had been ten minutes since they'd killed
the gunmen. They'd have to hurry.
	They reached the bottom of the narrow stairway and found a hallway
leading in both directions. The turned right. It was wide and brightly
lit, and he realized that the land fell away behind the house and so
they were still on the ground floor, so to speak.
	There was even a sliding glass door on his left, that led out onto a
small lawn. They hurried along the cooridor, sliding open doors and
peering into the rooms. A man appeared down the hallway and shouted.
Sean raised his gun but the man screamed first.
	The bullets took him in the chest and he spun around and fell. Then a
door opened behind them and another man came out. He fired three
shots, the sound enormous. One took Collin, Sean's partner in the
head, and he fell.
	Dave put a burst into the gunman's head and it exploded in a red mass
of brain tissue and bone chips.
	"Now the shit'll hit the fan!" Sean growled.

	They finally stopped beating her and removed the cords from her
nipple rings. The half-concious girl slumped down, her body almost
falling forward. Then the post began to sink into the ground. One of
the men stepped forward then and played with something above her.
	A noose bounced before her face and she looked at it without
comprehension. The man slid it around her throat and pulled it tight.
There was slack in the rope so the pressure against her throat was
minimal at first. As the post continued to sink though, the slack
played out and the noose tightened around her throat.
	She started to gag and choke, her face growing red as the rope dug
into her neck. The post lowered more and more and soon the rope held
tight, her feet still several inches from the floor. She strangled
slowly as the post slid down out of her cunt and left her flopping
feebly on the end of the rope.
	Her vision blurred and her mind began to buzz and darken. She started
to black out, her kicking, twitching feet and legs stilling. The men
let down the rope then, not wanting her unconcious, for more was yet
to come. The rope was pulled from around her neck and she was given a
shot of adrenelin to wake her up for she showed only the faintest
reactions and they wanted to hear screams.
	The dragged her back to the square, upright frame she'd been on the
previous day and straped her wrists and ankles to the corners. Then a
man rolled out a little cart filled with extremely thin, foot long
needles.
	Another man stepped behind her and then she felt his erect cock push
against her anus. She groaned tiredly as she felt his thick organ push
upward into her rectum. The man's hands came around her belly and
hugged her tightly as his cock pushed higher, not stopping until he
was fully buried inside her.
	His hands came off her then, moving up to grasp the top corners of
the frame as he began to hump against her, sliding his cock up and
down her shit-chute. His hips spanked against her ass cheeks as he
pumped her, taking her mind off the man in front of her momentarily.
	Then she felt a terrible pain in her side and screamed violently. The
man was pushing the needle into the side of her belly. He was not
stabbing it directly into her body though, but pushing it sideways
just under her skin.
	She could actually see the line of the needle as it pushed along
under her skin. The pain was awful, like nothing she'd ever felt
before. Her stomach felt like it was going to be torn open. The line
of the needle ran from above her left hip, right across her belly,
angling down across her abdomen.
	He left it there and pulled out another needle. This one was pushed
into her side above her right hip, angling upwards under the skin,
sliding up under her breast. Again it felt like her flesh, all along
the line of the needle's path, had been cut open with a knife.
	The man behind her was no fucking his cock up into her asshole with
furious strokes, pounding against her ass cheeks as he rodded the
boner up her rectal tube.

	Dave and Sean began racing down the hall, no longer trying to be
stealthy or silent. They slammed open doors they came to, searching
for the girl. A door ahead opened and a man came out, apparently
trying to see what the noise had been about. Sean shot him and he fell
back into the room.
	They raced over and found a number of other people in the room, and
more, there was the girl, naked and apparently making another fucking
movie. The men stared back at them as the two came into the room, guns
lowered.
	Dave moved near enough to the girl to see that her body had been
horribly brutalized. There was a man standing in front of her with a
long needle in his hand. The ends of three other needles protruded
from the girl's flesh.
	Another man stood behind her, his erection rapidly softening. Sean
didn't need to see much more. It would take too much time to take them
all prisoner and he wasn't inclined anyway. He fired a full burst at a
groupiong of two big black men and an oriental, cutting the line of
bullets across their bellies.
	They collapsed in a heap of limbs. Dave shot the man with the needle,
then the man behind the girl as he turned to run. Sean quickly
reloaded and shot two camera men as they ran for the door.
	Dave moved next to the girl and slowly pulled the needles out of her
flesh, then began untieing her from the frame. As he pulled her down,
the other three CIA guys ran in, having found another set of stairs.
	The girl was in no condition to walk, so they had to carry her.
Fortunately, Larry, one of the CIA guys, was a six foot eight monster
of a man. He simply threw her across his shoulder like a bag of
laundry and began walking down the hall with her.
	They were almost at the stairs when a thick door opened and a
Japanese man strolled out. All of them recgonzied Hamma. He stopped
suddenly, staring at them in astonishment. He had had a shower and
changed in his private suite, which was soundproof of course, so
screaming wouldn't disturb him.
	At first he couldn't even comprehend what these occidental men were
doing here, then his eyes caught the ass and hanging legs of the white
girl across one of their shoulders. He raised his hands and backed
away towards his suite, which had a steel door and a private elevator.
	They watched him for a moment, then all six raised their guns and
fired. Hamma's body virtually disintigrated under six streams of high
velocity bullets. What was left crumbled in a heap against the door.
	They turned and climbed the stairs, hurrying as much as they could,
rushing down the walk to the main gate. It was locked and unlocked by
a button set on the inside and Dave pushed it as they passed. The gate
opened and they hurried through.
	The street was still empty. They moved to the nearest car and put
Jennifer in the back seat, then jummped into their own cars and drove
off as calmly as possible. The drive to Narita airport was filled with
aprehension as they waited for a roadblock or the sound of sirens.
	They had to lay the girl on the floor and try to cover her with their
legs as they passed through the guarded private entrance. None wanted
to explain a half concious, completely naked teenage girl to the
guard. Fortunately he simply waved them through, convinced that they
belonged there by their white skin.
	They drove towards the hanger houseing they jet and right up to the
doorway under the wing. Half an hour later they were racing down the
runway.
	They all knew something of first-aid, but had no idea of the girl's
injuries, other than the obvious whip marks, burns, scratches and
bruises. If she had internal injuries they couldn't tell. Her
temperature wasn't bad though as it should be with serious internal
damage.
	They landed in Hawaii some hours later, where an ambulance waited for
her. She was taken to a very private hospital where the doctors
carefully evaluated her condition. Surprisngly, her injuires were all
superficial.
	Over the following days her bruises began to fade, her scratches
disapeared, and even the whip marks gradually became invisible. What
was even more amazing, especially to the psychiatrists who'd seen
video tapes of her treatment, her spirit began to return.
	A fortunate result of the utter breaking of her mind in the early
days of her captivity, was that she had forgotten almost everything
after that. She remembered being raped, but little of the torture that
followed. No one was inclined to enlighten her.
	She returned to school the next semester, into the soft, gentle, and
loving arms of her roommate Connie. But for the first time, she found
their lesbian lovemaking unsatisfieing. Images of giant, hard cocks
kept popping into her head when she was awake, and erotic dreams
filled her nights.
	She tried to resist them, but her needs became more and more tied
into her mind's image of a plunging cock, a hard, throbbing,
red-veined male organ.
	Connie returned to their room one afternoon to find Jennifer
spreadeagled across her bed, her hands and feet tied to the posts. One
of the caretakers, Fred, she thought his name was, was on top of her,
fucking violently into her cunt.
	Connie stood inside the doorway for long seconds, shocked, and at
first, wondering if Fred was raping her. But it was obvious almost at
once that Jennie was deleriously happy. She was yelping and sobbing
and whining and panting.
	The muscles stood out along her arms and legs as she pulled hard
against the bonds holding her. Connie felt her own pussy begin to
ignite as she watched her friend being rodded by the fat old
caretaker.
	Then Jennie came, her mind blanking out, her body flaring in white
hot heat as a massive orgasm blasted through her shuddering frame. Her
world dissolved into a hot, pounding ocean of sexual bliss that blew
her right out of her mind.
	When she awoke, Fred was gone and Connie was staring at her in
bemusement. It was to be the start of Jennie's volountary journey into
sexual submissivenes and delight, one that she would not come to
regret as her body was freely used by scores, even hundreds of men
over the next months.

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