Chapter 1

Julie Taylor was not normally a shy girl, nor for that matter a timid girl in any sense of the word. At nineteen she had lost the schoolgirlish outlook on the world and those about her, as long as she was mixing with her own age group. When a perfectly normal, healthy girl as attractive as Julie looks upwards to older ages-well, anyone over thirty is middle-aged, and over thirty-five they must be well past it! It was perhaps this normal attitude towards older folk that made her just a little tremulous now as she waited in the very luxurious, sweet-smelling apartment of a certain gentleman of Oriental origin, whom she knew to be well past his fifties, and in her eyes a very old man.

Tse Ling had kept her waiting while he bathed and changed. It had been through a small theatrical agency that he part-owned that he had first become aware of this pretty girl who now waited for him in his scented living-room. Julie Taylor had taken part in many amateur theatricals while she had been in college. When she had taken a job as a fully-trained shorthand-typist with a firm in the West End of London, she had -- more for a joke than anything else -- visited the small office of the Ling-Tan Theatrical Agency, which happened to be close to her place of employment. If any part-time aspiring actresses were needed, she would be pleased to do some more acting, not that she wanted it as a full-time occupation but more as a hobby. She had been surprised at the utmost care the woman in the Agency had taken in getting the full details of the young lady calling on them, and she had been even more surprised when a few weeks later she had a letter from the Agency explaining that they were engaging a few young ladies of limited experience, like herself, at a salary that made Julie's eyes boggle, and if she was interested she was to present herself at an address given in the letter on Tuesday evening next at seven-thirty.

The address was also in the West End, and she had to meet Tse Ling whom she remembered seeing for just a very few brief moments at the Agency, after she had been interviewed by the woman. A small Oriental had admitted her into this expensively furnished apartment, and now after a few minutes waiting, the portly smiling Tse Ling himself came into the room, gave her his apologies for keeping her waiting, and bowed low. She saw he was wearing a very ornate silken dressing robe. She thought it odd that he should have been taking a bath at this time, when her appointment had been arranged. She had been on time to the dot, she was not early or late, and yet he had not been ready for her. He poured her a drink and started to talk about the impending company that he was getting together. She sipped at the drink. It was strong, rather like a concoction of whiskey and other spirits. She did not drink much, and this drink was positively too strong for her; she disliked it and yet feared it might offend him if she showed she did not want to drink. She tried to continue sipping at it. She had heard that Orientals had strange ideas about hospitality being refused, and with the chance to get into a theatrical company at the wage that had been mentioned, the last thing she wanted to do was to upset this important little man.

He went through her previous experience; or rather, her lack of experience. She knew he must have all these details already, but he seemed to be intent on going through every minute detail again. She wished she had taken more time with her drink, for now that her glass was empty he hastened to re-fill it. By this time, however, she was beginning to acquire a taste for it, not knowing that it contained a sex-lust-inducing drug; and by the time her second glass was empty she felt strangely relaxed and happy. She kept answering his questions, but instead of sitting upright in her chair and being very attentive to him all the time, she leaned back more comfortably, quite aware that his slant little eyes were looking down at her legs, which were not being kept so primly together as had been the case when she first sat opposite to him.

Tse Ling was not sitting quite so demurely as before, either. For his part he began to sprawl on his chair, his change of position allowing the silken robe to fall open at the front. Her eyes opened. She could hardly believe her senses, but the portly Oriental was really naked beneath the robe, and not far from her wide staring eyes was a huge glistening yellow cock. She knew he was watching her as she tried to avert her eyes from his naked torso. When at last she looked up into his beaming face, she felt embarrassed and ashamed, but when he placed a hand under his long thick dong, she again looked down at it. She saw him gently lift the heavy shaft in his palm. His voice was teasingly soft as he said, "Young Missie likes, eh? You not feel so shy after the little drink Tse Ling give you eh?"

She felt almost hypnotized as he drew her to her feet, his strong hands on her wrists, pulling her to him as he also stood up. That long thick manly shaft was being sandwiched between his naked hairy stomach and her pretty dress. He put his mouth to hers, during the long kiss that followed he had his tongue insinuated well into her mouth. She wanted to resist, to make it not quite so easy for him, but her will power had gone, it seemingly had disappeared into that empty spirit glass. Before her lips were released from his mouth, she was returning the tonguing and rubbing her tongue-tip along the edges of his thick wet gums and at the back of his teeth.

His hands were gripping her asscheeks through her clothing, and the way he was pulling her against his naked, hard cock and slowly worming his body from side to side was making her experience thrills she knew she should never allow an elderly man, and an Oriental at that, to get her to enjoy... and yet she was getting pleasure from his kissing and his touching... a lot of pleasure.

When he was sure he had excited her enough, he drew her down into the very large soft square-shaped divan that stood in the corner of his luxurious apartment. She lay still, breathing heavily alongside him as his hands commenced a thorough exploration of her lovely body. When he broke off from the kissing or the caressing of her face with his lips to speak, it was with words of encouragement to her about what a lucky girl she would be if he decided to let her join the small select company he was forming, of how much money she would be able to earn, of how much better off she would be than with her present salary... what an interesting wonderful life it would be... and while he spoke and petted her, Julie became more dreamy and light-headed, more easy to handle, more eager and happy to do anything to please this strange little Oriental who in some way was developing such power over her. It was during a long-drawn-out kiss that she felt him finally place his right palm flat on her belly. His long scraggy fingers began to knead her dress, causing the material to ride upwards. His fingers increased the pressure, the dress hem rose higher and higher towards forming a crumpled ball at her waist.

She saw him looking down at the stretch of white flesh that now became exposed above the tops of her nylon hose, and suddenly he eased himself across her, straddled over her thighs and lay forward so that his balls and prick lay at the junction where her lemon-colored nylon panties covered her girlish bush. With his fingers he maneuvered the long thick shaft of his cock-flesh so that it lay flat and lengthwise up from her Vee to her belly. She looked down at her loins, his thick cock looked like a snake resting on top of her panties, the dull yellowy flesh of the Oriental prick making a strange shading contrast with the bright lemon hue of the silky panties.

The licentious Tse Ling was lying in this style for a purpose. He wanted his young aspiring actress to see and realize to what depth his cock would be able to pierce up into her cunt- hole if it was given the chance. He saw from her expression she was certainly understanding, and trying to imagine what it would be like to have that dong of his thrust up into her. She had no idea before that a penis could be so long, or that it would be capable of entering a woman to the extent that this long thick dick would delve into her. Tse Ling lay heavily on her body, getting his mouth again glued to her far from unwilling lips. He pressed hard at the front of her soft body, he knew it would be only seconds before he felt some sort of cunt-response from the young lady. In a very short time, Julie was falling to the temptation of that urge from within herself, she was trying to push her loins against him, trying to writhe her thighs against his thighs, trying to get pleasure by pushing her belly to and fro against that hard long dick that was like a bar of iron sandwiched between their legs.

When he rolled off her to one side, she saw his expression had changed. Instead of a benign sort of kindly sympathetic expression, his face was set into a grim smile or rather a leer. He flipped her crumpled dress higher above her waist, his eyes seemed to be peering deeply into her own slightly peering, slightly glazed eyes, as his hands groped between her thighs. For a moment or so, his hot hands caressed the smooth naked flesh above her nylon-tops, and then his hands moved to the equally bare flesh of her belly immediately above the tight elastic waist band of her panties. When, after another brief fondling of her belly, he started to unbutton the front of her dress bodice, his eyes were still staring into hers, as if daring her to blink an eyelid or even dare to think of resisting his eager hands.

For the first time she realized that another person was in the room. Silently and unseen, the little manservant who had let her into the apartment had come into the room, and now he was bending over her from above her head, helping his Master to take her dress right off over her head and away from her. It was the little hand of the manservant that gripped her hands and made her grope down to the heavy testicles and prick of his master. Not that she needed a lot of persuasion. She was like soft putty in their evil hands, and the heated emotion of hump-lust within her young body was making her a willing and eager plaything for Tse Ling.

She thrilled and adored the sensation she experienced as she held that huge, throbbing prick in her fingers, and drew the foreskin down in the way the manservant was showing her. Tse Ling had his hands under her knees, he was lifting them, making her raise her knees and at the same time he levered her legs well apart... what a delicious fuck-provoking sight the pretty nineteen-year-old girl made... the shapely legs sheathed in the smoky nylons, the sheer whiteness of her thighs above the darker reinforced nylon tops, the pale lemon slither of nylon that covered her sweet cunny and the dark navy girdle from which stretched the narrow suspender straps that kept her stockings so perfectly in place and taut. Above the top edge of the girdle where it nipped in at her white belly skin her small but perfectly oval-shaped tits were just being exposed as the manservant carefully unhooked her bra and removed it from her knockers. Tse Ling was pleased to see that although her nipples were certainly not fully aroused, they were dark crimson in color instead of the pale pink they usually were... this was the sign that she was ready for a man.

The Chinaman knelt close to her allowing her to retain her clasping fingers on his prick and balls, while his manservant busied himself getting the girl's garters unfastened and the nylons rolled down to her trim ankles. He instructed his man to leave the girdle on, as he liked the contrast of the navy elastic tight-fitting girdle against her pure silky white flesh.

He also derived terrific pleasure from watching the young girl tremble with anticipation as she fondled his ever-growing cock and felt the hands of the manservant at the waist band of her panties... She knew what she was going to get when her panties were taken from their protecting and covering action on her sweetly hot and moist horny cunt. As soon as her panties were with her other discarded garments on the floor beside the divan, she lay with knees raised and thighs well open as both the Orientals gazed at the soft wispy "beard" of dark bush-hair at her cunt. The sex-lust-inducing drug had done its work well. Her soft wet pinkish cuntlips were agape. They throbbed and appeared to be opening and closing in silent begging for the intrusion of a hefty prick. The old Oriental slid his silken robe from his shoulders. He and his man-servant knew what this lovely young girl wanted now at this moment above everything else. He saw her writhing and softly moaning as the manservant continued to caress her long shapely legs and when his long talon-like fingers combed through her bush-hair, she almost went insane with the frantic efforts of lifting her belly to his hands and rotating her pelvis and thrusting her loins from side to side, as if already she had the hot cock up inside her cunt.

Tse Ling stood close to the divan stroking his prick, which had visibly grown erect even during the last few moments. He watched the white girl writhing under the clever, if wicked, fingering of his lecherous manservant. He knew the little man could use his fingertips in the most fiendish way on a girl's pratt so as to get them as much aroused as was humanly possible. Her cunt mucous was so plentiful that it slopped over her puffed cuntlips and covered the little man's fingers down to his knuckles.

The elderly Tse Ling now stooped over the writhing figure, he got his face to her belly and then moved it lower to her cunt. The fingers of his man-servant held her cuntlips apart, so that Tse Ling could detect at once with his tongue her swollen and aching clitoris. The thrill he experienced while "milking" her clitty with his lips caused his dick to throb almost to the point of orgasm, his balls were as heavy as lead, full of hot-cock-juice for this horny white girl's belly. The scheming Orientals knew they had the nineteen year old white girl to the stage where she would have died rather than not have the satisfaction of a man. She was a mare who needed a stallion to live... a bitch who had to have a mating... then she was screaming... at first with the startled pain, then with the realization that she was getting the hot cock she craved. Tse Ling was on top of her... he was riding her... it was that massive fleshy prick in her cunt... her inexperienced but fully aroused cunt-hole was being filled with the hot throbby flesh of her "stallion"... she was having her mating.

The extremely experienced whoremaster, Tse Ling delved his thick dong of pleasure into the young victim from as many angles as the compass has points. The room filled with the panting cries of ecstasy, the agonizing sweet cries of pain, mingled with lustful pleasure, as the girl was given as through a fucking as she would ever be likely to have again. The cleverly manipulated cock of the old Oriental was giving her cunt the sheerest ecstasy that any girl could wish to experience and he was starting her on the road that would lead her eventually and in a short time to the adoration of cock for cock's sake. He was forcing her to experience and enjoy the complete surrender of the mind as well as the flesh to the utter bliss that only fucking would provide for her... he was making her have the hump-experience that would by its very nature force her to want to enjoy it time and time again.

To even contemplate visiting the private apartment of an elderly Oriental, the girl must have been comparatively innocent. By the time she left that apartment she would be so much more worldly-wise in many ways. Tse Ling liked his girlie acting aspirants to be innocent, so long as they were healthy and able to be aroused sexually as this young girl had been aroused, as long as they could be made horny and sexy, then he didn't mind how innocent, how unsophisticated or how inexperienced they were to begin with... he would shape them as he wanted them shaped, he would map the path he wanted them to follow... he would guide them... procure them... debauch their cunts.

The little manservant was keeping a careful watch and count of the times this latest young victim was brought to an orgasm. He and his Master kept these sort of records to improve their technique with application of the sex-drug in the drink. They had been able to almost gauge the amount of the drug to use to make a girl reach her peak for a certain number of times. In their experiments they had almost killed one young woman in their efforts to drug her enough to make her experience twenty orgasms before passing out from exhaustion.

They never repeated the experiment on such a scale. They had reckoned this Julie Taylor would have about four climaxes in her young belly. She had already had three, her loins, thighs and Tse Ling's balls and stomach were sopping with her cunt-juice and now as the old Oriental quickened the tempo of the fuck to bring his own crisis to its fulfillment, they saw and heard the girl gasping and screaming in her lust as her fourth orgasm that evening was reached and passed.

A heavily-breathing old Tse Ling lay alongside her now. He had drained himself and her as well, and she wanted to do as he was doing, drift away into a deep sleep, but it was the agitating thin wet lips of the manservant on her mouth that was preventing her from relaxing. He was hurting her with those thin talon-like fingers of his clawing at her naked breasts while he kissed her mouth. She could feel his long cock was out from his trouser front, and it was clear now that he too was going to enjoy her cunt. With Tse Ling she had neither the strength nor the will to resist, she had wanted him to do what he had done to her... now with this little servant man it was different. She was satiated. She wanted her twat to be left alone. She had the will to resist him, however, but not the strength. She felt his long horrid cock delve up into her saturated and quite sore cunt-hole. She felt his balls slapping against her crotch, felt him jerking her with every thrust of his slim but strong body and she saw that Tse Ling was lying on his side enjoying watching her having a fuck with his manservant, and deriving pleasure from the hump even though at first she had tried so hard to prevent the servant from doing it to her. For he made her get pleasure in the act, however she resisted. But she had been drained so dry of her cunt-juice when she had experienced the four orgasm of the evening, with Tse Ling's prick inside her, that she was quite unable to produce more than a dribble of cunt-juice when the long thin cock of the manservant exploded its load of hot scum high up inside her.

It was two hours later that she was sufficiently refreshed to leave the apartment. She had been given fifty dollars as a payment towards her first salary from the Ling-Tan Theatrical Agency, and was told she would be hearing from the impresario again in the near future, when she would be given more details of the venture. It was, he mentioned to her blandly, a touring company, and they had been offered engagements abroad.

Pleased with her fifty dollars, happy with the exciting prospects before her, not quite so pleased at the knowledge that she had a plentiful supply of Oriental male sperm in her belly, but happy to think that Tse Ling would not be accompanying on the tour, she went off home. She little thought what the prospects were; nor did she stop to consider that the type of engagement Tse Ling had in mind was well in keeping with the hump-action in which she had just been engaged.

Chapter 2

It had been a distressing afternoon. Since just after lunch Susan and her husband Jack Bowing had been going through the cupboards and drawers and suitcases in a small furnished room not far from the Earl's Court Road. They were in the room that had, until recently, been occupied by Tina, Susan's younger sister. When the girl had left home to come up to live in London, Susan and Jack had asked her to live with them in their small but comfortable semi-detached house in Purley. But no, the headstrong seventeen-year-old had wanted her own place, had wanted to be independent, and now after only six months up here she had vanished. It had been the landlady who had first raised the alarm. She had telephoned the Bowings when the youngster did not return to her room after three nights. At first she thought the girl might be staying with friends, but by mere chance the sharp- eyed landlady had noticed the girl when she met her out shopping in the market. Tina had been hurrying along, anxious not to be seen by anyone she knew, it seemed, and she was not alone. A slimy horrid-looking foreign man had been on either side of her. The eagle eyes of the landlady had noticed that the men had hold of the girl's arms.

Susan and Jack had come up to town as soon as they had the frantic telephone call from Tina's land-lady. They persuaded her not to report the matter to the police, not yet at any rate, they wanted to keep the disappearance of the girl from the knowledge of her mother and father. If they could not trace her or find her by the end of that week, then the police would have to be informed. Until then, they would try and get a clue as to where she might have gone. The description the woman gave of the foreign men with Tina gave Susan and Jack the idea that they must have been Orientals, and when on going through some of the discarded papers and rubbish in Tina's room they found a torn card on which had been scribbled 'The Ling-Tan Theatrical Agency' with its address, the young couple thought they might have a lead.

Young Tina had always had a hankering after a life of glamour, a life of the bright lights that show-business might have to offer a young pretty girl. If she had gotten into the wrong type of Agency, if she had been fool enough to fall for a lot of wild promises that some of the vile men who lure young girls put to them... well... this Ling-Tan Agency might be the right lead...

Reluctant as he was to let his wife go to the office of this Agency on her own, Jack knew this was by far the best way of finding out what sort of organization was run by this Ling-Tan firm. If it was the sort of company that looked for lone girls, it would be quite useless for a man to try to get any information from them. The only way was for Susan to go along to the office, just on the off chance, as it might appear, to see if they had any suggestions for her, as she wanted to go on the stage. From that point of introduction she would have to see which way the cat jumped. They tried taking off her wedding ring, so that she could make out she was a single girl without friends in London. They wanted to make it easy for the Agency to lure her if they were that sort of organization. If this approach led nowhere, then plainly it was not through this Ling-Tan setup that they were going to trace the missing Tina. If, on the other hand, they showed great interest in Susan despite her lack of dramatic or theatrical experience, then this might prove as likely as not an invaluable clue that could lead them to Susan.

The wedding ring had to be put on again. It left a deep impression on the finger when it was removed. This might well be suspicious to an alert-eyed Oriental.

"Better say you are a widow, dear," Jack told his wife. "They won't be very interested in you if they know you have a husband near at hand."

"No, darling, I just can't say that. I won't think of anything as horrible as losing you, dear," insisted Susan. "I will say you are abroad on business and you won't be back for at least a year. That will help to make a real reason why I am alone in London and why I want to join a theatrical group, to meet friends and fill up my time while you're away. That sounds feasible, doesn't it? It will make them think I'm going to be an easy haul for them, won't it? That, is, of course, if they're the sort of people we think they are."

Tse Ling looked at the young woman seated on the sofa in his private office at the back of the Agency. His Manageress had been quite right to have this young woman shown in to his own room. She was possibly of the type they needed. She looked about twenty-two, she was married, he noticed, but after a brief glance down at the sheet of particulars his Manageress had provided for him about this applicant to join their Agency, he saw her husband was abroad. He would be away from her for at least another twelve months. The little Oriental suppressed a smile at this. Just the set-up he liked. A young wife, alone and depressed, bored and lovely. No wonder she wanted to go find new friends and if possible earn some money for herself by part-time acting.