Chapter 11

Her reverie finally over, Molly pulled up in front of a massive gate, spotted the

call button and paused, wondering what would await her on the other side. She knew that whatever it was, she would have to prove herself and she wondered if she would be up to the challenge.

It had taken her four months, but she had finally learned how to let go and tease a

man with her dancing and had to admit Estelle had been right. Her bare pussy was a hit with both men and women. She had also made enough to pay her debt to Estelle, but she knew she had surely earned it and the numbers still stuck in her head.

Factoring in her repeat customers at the club, her count was now 213 and 389 and

she cringed at the realization that her "500" pendant couldn't be that far away. She had been excited when she was able to call Estelle with the news that she had the money, but Estelle still hadn't been overly impressed.

"Very well," she had responded, simply, "but you've just finished basic training.

I still have to know if you've got what it takes when the game is really on and

there's only one way to find that out."

Given only an address and reporting date and time, she had pressed Estelle for more information, but had only been given one simple instruction.

"You want to be a tail, show me you can do the job."

"Well, what the hell," she thought to herself, "How bad could it be?"

Finally reaching out and giving the button a good jab, Molly heard no voice, but

the big gate slowly swung open and she soon found herself staring into the faces of

two very young and very large Chinese men, slightly larger even than Nick the

bodybuilder.

Obviously twins, they were dressed in martial arts outfits and sported long pony-

tails and braided goatees. Without saying anything, they led her down two long

hallways and finally down a few steps into a small room.

Taking in the room as one of them rang a small bell, Molly instantly recognized the floor as being a big gymnastics exercise mat and she figured it for a workout room, with appropriately padded walls except for one which was devoted to a big bank of cabinets and drawers and lockers.

The wait being a short one, Molly's curiosity was piqued as two tall and rather

homely young Chinese girls entered from a door in the opposite wall. As they

approached and stood in front of her it was obvious they were also twins and

appeared even younger than the two young men.

Wearing their long hair high on their heads in the formal style and dressed in very

beautiful traditional black silk Cheongsam Qi Pao embroidered dresses, their hands

were completely covered by the long sleeves as they held them clasped in front of

them and delivered their shocking welcome.

""My name is Len," began the first girl as they began speaking in turns and

finishing each other's sentences, "and my name is Jen ... You are in now a slave in

the house of Ling ... You must not speak unless spoken to ... You must obey all

instructions immediately and completely."

"Oh yeah, fuck that and fuck you too!" exclaimed a surprised Molly, but she had no more time for protest as the two men promptly grabbed her and forced her to the floor on her belly. Pinning her arms behind her back, they tied her crossed wrists together as the two girls attacked her legs, removing her shoes and socks, pulling her panties off and fastening a wide leather cuff tightly around her left ankle.

Her continuing resistance now being the result of fear rather than anger, that fear

was intensified tenfold as one twin produced a small remote control from her pocket and a thin braided metal chain began descending from the ceiling until it was long enough to be fastened to her left ankle cuff.

Suddenly released by the men, Molly realized there was no escape and she began to alternately plead and threaten in and attempt to gain her release, but the girl

paid no attention as she continued with the remote and the chain slowly began to

retreat back into the ceiling.

Still protesting and pleading as the chain began lifting her upward until her head

was well off the floor and her right leg was dangling awkwardly down and to the

side, her inverted skirt also fell down about her torso, exposing her most private

parts for all to see.

Finding the situation especially enjoyable, of course, were the two huge young men who spent several minutes closely inspecting her pussy until the two girls shooed them away and out of the room.

Horribly humiliated and profoundly uncomfortable as she hung in the air by one leg, despair also descended upon her as the girls suddenly seemed to lose all interest, and after retrieving a large cart from one of the cabinets in the far wall, they simply sat on the floor and began playing some sort of card game and chatting with each other as she dangled helplessly from the ceiling.

With the blood slowly draining downward to her head, Molly's face became hot and flush with both her physical and mental misery and she couldn't help but moan and groan continuously, however, it was more than an hour before the two girls finished their card game and approached her once more.

"Would you like to reconsider your attitude now?" asked Len, looking at her

dispassionately.

"Yes," answered Molly, softly, looking up at her from her upside down position, but she was quickly panicked at the girls response.

"Evidently not," declared Len as she started walking away before being frantically

called back by Molly.

"I AM A SLAVE in the house of Ling," Molly blurted out desperately.

"AND!" prompted the girl.

"I will not speak ... I will obey," Molly responded.

"Good," declared the girl, "Open wide."

Producing a simple black rubber cylinder of only about three inches in length and

about the diameter of a robust human penis, she placed one hand on the back of

Molly's head and shoved it halfway into her mouth.

"Bite it," she ordered.

Doing as she was told, Molly soon found that as she bit down on the cylinder her

teeth became embedded into it and she could no longer open her jaw any further or

in any other way dislodge it.

"Now, take off your clothes and give them to me," ordered Len, after untying her

wrists.

Inwardly cringing at the humiliation of being handled in such a way by these mere

teenagers, her debasement was only intensified as she had to struggle with the task

of removing her clothes from the inverted position and handing them over, but as

bad as it was, the worst part was knowing the two precocious teenagers weren't

through with her as they once again crossed her wrists and tied them together

behind her back.

Even worse than her physical discomfort and impending peril, however, was the even further humiliation that was visited upon her as the two girls began casually

discussing one her most sensitive personal issues.

"I love this job," remarked Jen, as they casually walked around her in a circle,

taking in every aspect of Molly's naked and splayed body.

"Can you believe her pussy?" mused Len, as they stared in awe at Molly's pussy, now sticking out proudly toward the ceiling, "It's fucking unreal."

"It's fucking huge, is what it is," declared Jen.

"Do you think she had an operation or something?" speculated Len.

"I don't know, maybe," offered Jen, as she reached out and spent some time feeling

and squeezing Molly's pussy and even spreading her big outer labia to view her most intimate features, "It feels real and look, she's got a really big clit too. It's covered up, but it's really big."

"It has to be the most beautiful pussy ever," declared Len, in sincere

appreciation.

"I know," Jen offered her own opinion, "It's so smooth and perfect."

"It's ... what do the white girls say? ... gi-normously beautiful!" offered Len,

giving both girls a good laugh as they high-fived each other.

"Well ... whatever, Mother's going to love it," declared Jen, after they had settled

down again.

"I know," laughed Len, "She might even smile."

"That'll be the day," laughed Jen.

"You got that right," agreed Len.

"You know, Sister, I kind of like her," ventured Jen.

"I know," responded Len, "Me too."

"Sister, I think there's something we should talk about ... in private," declared

Jen.

Suffering alone for almost another half-hour as the girls left the room, Molly

raised her free leg and locked her ankles for a while to get some physical relief

and she was grateful that the shortness of her gag at least allowed her to swallow,

but all too soon she wasn't able to continue the position and her free leg again

dangled awkwardly and uncomfortably for some time before the efficient teenagers

returned with everything they needed to make everything a million times worse.

Watching in horror as Jen withdrew a long narrow object from the ice chest and

began to unwrap it, Molly recognized it as simply an oversized homemade popsicle

and she began frantically squirming and screaming into the gag as she knew it could have only one purpose.

True to her expectations, but exceeding them by a million fold in terms of their

awfulness, Molly's next moment was one of pure shock as Jen held her free ankle

still and Jen inserted a full eight inches of ice pass through her anus and deep

into her rectum.

With her body suddenly finding a mind of its own and spasmodically jerking about in every which way, Molly spent the next ten minutes howling and in agony and

regretting the day she was even born as the girl slowly pumped the big icicle in

and out and delivering her yet even further into a nightmare.

Hoping her ordeal was over after Len finally removed the stick from her rectum that had served as the handle for the icicle, but in only a few moments all her hopes were dashed as Len's voice initiated another round of horror.

"Your turn," she declared to her twin, and soon thereafter Molly felt the wrath of

another big icicle, but this time as it was buried in her pussy, causing another

round of screaming and sobbing and wild gyrations.

Adding to her already profound agony, the prolonged exposure to the cold began

causing the muscles of her stomach to cramp painfully, sometimes even taking her

breath away for a moment before forcing her to add loud and long grunts and groans to her already piteous cries of misery.

Over and over she felt the big icicle flow in and out of her pussy until by the

time it was spent, she was totally exhausted and barely coherent.

Once again returning to their card game after the second icicle had been spent, the

girls gave Molly another half-hour of hang time before finally approaching her once more and prying the plug from her mouth.

"Do you think you are ready to behave now?" asked Jen.

"Yes!" Molly eagerly assured them.

"Beg," demanded Len, without expression.

"No more, please! I can't take any more. Please, let me down," Molly complied, "I'll do whatever you say, I swear. Whatever you want ... please."

Finally satisfied for the moment, Len lowered Molly to floor and untied her wrists,

only to quickly issue another crisp order.

"On your hands and knees ... Spread your knees ... wider ... hands wider ... get your

toes under your feet ... get your chin up."

Watching impassively as Molly quickly assumed the position, the other twin, Jen,

issued her next order.

"Shake your tits ... shake them good and keep shaking them until I give you

permission to stop."

Quickly offering her compliance by dipping first one shoulder and then the other to

make her breasts sway and jiggle beneath her, she soon established a rhythm as the

girls sat cross legged in front of her and subjected her to almost a full two

minutes of the humiliating activity before allowing her to stop.

"Now you understand the commands 'sit' and 'shake, ' don't you," demanded Len.

"Yes," answered Molly, quickly.

"Slaves wear collars," Jen announced casually, as she produced a narrow strap made of braided silk band and fastened it around Molly's neck, precisely to her sister Len's specifications, "very high on the neck ... right under the chin ... make sure it's good and snug."

"Good, now don't move," ordered Jen, as the two girls suddenly abandoned her once again for other tasks.

Tidying up the cart and restoring it to the cabinet in the wall as well as

collecting some other items, the girls soon sat cross-legged in front of Molly and

presented her with the very depressing scenario for the rest of her day.

"Okay, you can relax," declared Jen, allowing Molly a long moment to do sit on her bottom and collect herself before beginning her orientation.

"This is bamboo," she began, holding up one of two long thin rods with a cork

handle on one end, "It was intended to be a fly fishing rod, but as you can see,

none of the hardware is attached. It is very strong and flexible and as you can

imagine it would be very effective should it be used for, shall we say, behavior

modification."

"Actually, you can't even imagine how much it would hurt should someone beat your ass with it," added Len, "Just to be clear."

"Do you understand what we're saying?" asked Jen.

"I understand," assured Molly, softly.

"Good," declared Jen, "Now, our mother is The Lady Mai Ling and you are going to serve her sexually. To some extent you will be told what to do, but that is only

the smallest part of it."

"You are going to be her lover," continued Len, as the twins once again began

trading off and speaking as one person ... You are going to anticipate her every

desire, her every whim ... You will do anything and everything without hesitation...

You will dedicate your every thought and action to her pleasure...

You will exceed her every expectation ... you will more than please her, you will

delight her, you will enthrall her ... you will prove to her that you love her as

you have never loved anyone before ... you will make love to her as you have never

made love to anyone before."

"You will do all these things and more," declared Jen, "or we will bring you back

here to reconsider your behavior."

"What we will do," continued Len, "is bring you back here, hang you from the

ceiling again and beat your ass till it bleeds. Do you understand?"

"I understand," answered Molly, now thoroughly despondent and genuinely terrified.

"Good," declared Len as her sister fastened two long leashes to her collar, one for

each of them, "Now let's give you a bath, there's nothing like a good bath to clear

the mind."

Once again tying Molly's crossed wrists behind her back, the two girls led her out

of the room, down several hallways and through several more rooms, the last of

which had a large shower where she was thoroughly washed from head to toe three

different times with three different types of soap.

"Mother is fanatical about cleanliness, as is Father for that matter," explained

the girls, as Molly was forced to lean on one twin for balance and lift one leg

while the other paid special attention to her most intimate areas with a hand-held

shower nozzle.

With the girls using the time in the shower to also instruct and explain some of

the specifics of what would be expected of her, the reality of what was going to

happen and what she would have to do sank ever further into Molly's mind and caused her ever more dread and even disgust, but with no other options, she did her best to reconcile herself to her fate and gather her determination to do what she had to do and thus escape any further punishment.

Finally receiving a thorough head to toe application of fragrant lotion, Molly was

again led down a series of hallways to a large door decorated with a large gold

dragon, only to find herself in the middle of a confrontation between the two sets

of twin siblings.

"You didn't whip her!" exclaimed the first twin brother angrily, after he had

slowly made a circle around the three of them and carefully checked out Molly's

backside.

"No," answered Len, as she looked down at the floor, clearly intimidated, "We made a judgment to use another method."

"Showing mercy to a slave is a mistake!" declared the other twin, reaching for one

of the bamboo rods, but he was denied as Jen pulled it away before he could get it.

"It's our mistake to make," countered Len, holding her ground.

"You need to whip her!" reiterated the first twin.

"And you need to mind your own business!" declared Jen, backing up her sister.

"She had better perform," warned the second twin, "If mother has to send her back,

you will get the same as she does and we will enjoy giving it to you!"

"Don't you two cherryboys have some trash to empty or squirrels to chase or

something?" added Len, causing both the young men's faces to grow flush with anger.

"I hope she fucks up!" declared the first twin, "I can't wait to beat your lesbo

asses!"

"The only thing you're going to beat is your meat, cherryboy!" retorted Jen.

Getting a tremendous feeling of relief as the two angry large men retreated back

down the hall, Molly was grateful that the girls had stood up for her. She

was also grateful that they closed their eyes and remained still for several long

moments, allowing all three of them time to compose themselves before Len used a part of the dragon's claw, which also served as a knocker, to gently tap on the

door three times.

Able to look into the room for a while after the door mysteriously opened on its

own, Molly was amazed at its opulence, but she also realized it was a dedicated

love nest.

Furnished with an incredibly plush mauve carpet, three of the walls were completely covered with scenes of lesbian love making while the fourth wall was made completely of glass looking out onto a small private garden.

Up against one wall was a simple over-sized floor-level mattress covered in what

Molly could tell were the finest of satin sheets and held in place by four large

teak posts capped by tiered candle holders capable of holding at least a dozen

candles.

Punctuating the purpose of the bed was a large collection of satin covered pillows

of every size and description scattered on top and alongside the bed.

After being led into the room and positioned at the end of the bed with a twin

holding a leash on each side, several minutes passed in silence until the door

opened once more and she found herself looking at the impassive face and impressive countenance of The Lady Mai Ling.

Standing slightly over 6'4" tall and very buxom, she was wearing the same type

dress as the girls, but in a bright red with a gold embroidered dragon similar to

the one on the door which wrapped totally around her body. She was also even more homely than her two daughters, in fact being just plain ugly.

Keeping her eyes riveted on those of the much taller woman to both signal her

eagerness to please and to be ready in case any order should be given, Molly was

almost shaking with fear, but managed not to flinch as the woman reached out with

one finger to raise her chin slightly up toward the ceiling before reaching out

with her left hand.

Slowly caressing Molly's right breast for a few moments and then squeezing and

fondling it for several more, she finally squeezed her nipple until it was erect

before stepping back, having never revealed herself in any way with any sort of

facial expression before Jen used the tip of her bamboo rod to tap the floor in

front of Mai Ling.

"Sit," commanded the girl.

Quickly going to her hands and knees and carefully assuming the position, making

sure her toes were under her feet and her head was directed upward, Molly

obediently remained perfectly still as Mai Ling slowly undressed herself and handed each garment to her daughters to be carefully folded before being placed on small nearby table.

Carefully watching as the event unfolded, Molly was filled with both amazement and fear as Mai Ling slowly revealed herself to be an exceptionally robust and

powerfully built woman, with large thick thighs, calves and hips, all of pure

rippling muscle with not a hint of fat.

Having almost no waist, her thick torso, shoulders and arms were the equal of all

but the largest and most powerful man, with even her biceps and triceps revealing

their eagerness to demonstrate their strength and prowess.

After finally removing the last of her underwear, Mai Ling put her hands on her

hips and stared down contemptuously at Molly for some time, leering at her as she

groveled at her feet, but it also gave Molly the time to view and consider the only

two feminine features of this large and foreboding woman, which she found equally as unattractive as the rest of her.

In character with the rest of her body, her pussy was very large and long and also

exceedingly ugly.

Having pubic hair only on her pubis, her labia majora were large and thick and

bare, but even so, they couldn't contain her clitoris which rose well above, thick

and long.

Equally robust, her labia minora emerged in the form of two heavily gnarled lips

thicker than a large man's finger on each side before wrapping around her entrance

in a large oval easily as large as an apricot.

Diverting her gaze from Mai Ling's pussy long enough to observe her breasts, Molly was surprised to find that even though they were much larger even than they had appeared when she was dressed, and in spite of her age, which she guessed to be early forties, they did not sag, but stood well out before slanting down at a

forty-five degree angle.

Nevertheless, they too were unattractive as they assumed a long bullet shape capped by oversized areolas and exceedingly long thick nipples.

Still looming over her as the two girls struggled to drag a large over-stuffed

leather chair from a far wall, Mail Ling finally sat down on the chair and crossed

her big legs as Jen gave her next order.

"Shake."

Once again forced into the humiliation of shaking her dangling breasts, this time

it was almost five minutes before Mai Ling finally lifted her first finger and Len