4 comments/ 43260 views/ 1 favorites Asia By: purrtysassy CHAPTER ONE Today was much like any other day might be except for one little, major, difference. Marc walked in the door, stopped, and looked at Candy. She turned to face him, "I didn't hear the truck. You're home a little earlier than I expected. Do you need help unloading or something?" She was wondering why he stopped right inside the door. "No, I have a surprise though," he said in a strange voice she couldn't identify. "What is it? Where is it?" she asked excitedly. She loved surprises! He opened the door, motioned to someone, and held out his hand. The next thing she knew there was an Asian girl, looking about 15 or 16, standing in her living room with a dirty bundle in her hand and staring down at the floor. Marc and Candy had talked about getting an Asian girl to live with them before, as a threesome, although Candy had been uncomfortable with the idea. After thinking about it more she had warmed to it somewhat, but had not told Marc. Was this what she thought it was or just some kind of coincidence? Candy was a very conventional 28-year-old woman who liked to think of herself as open-minded until proven otherwise. She had blonde hair, hazel eyes and an athletic build. She and Marc had been married for five years and the gloss was already gone. "Marc? Is this what I think it is?" she asked as neutrally as she could. She didn't want him to catch an attitude before she even knew what was going on, but it wasn't working. "No! It's a foreign exchange student! What do you think?" he retorted sarcastically. 'Don't get angry Candy, do not get angry,' she told herself. "I simply asked a question," she said calmly. "I just thought it might be something else since you usually make sure we both agree to something this big before going ahead with it. NOW, before you reply, since the last time we talked about this I've warmed up to the idea a little bit. I'm receptive as long as we don't get in any trouble, of course. Can you tell me where you got her, where she's from?" It seems a car he had to pick up was very near the city marina. You see, Marc is a mechanic with his own shop. Since he's just been in business a couple years, he drops off and picks up cars quite often as a service to his customers to build business. Goodwill he calls it. Marc is 28 with sandy hair and green eyes and a muscular 5' 11" build. He dropped out of high school in his junior year to work full time at the mechanic's shop his father worked at and dreamed of nothing but racing cars. He loves to go down to the marina and dreams of putting their boat in the water soon. There was an Asian man there trying to "rent" this girl for $5.00. Marc asked her age and the man said she was 16. 'Good marketing strategy. I guess he knows the age wanted most when renting over here,' Candy thought. Anyway, Marc later found that the truth is she's 18. Candy still says she looks 15 or 16, but as Marc reminds her, Asians are tiny and petite. Marc told the man he wasn't interested in renting her but he could probably find her a good home. The man said that would be "Good, velly good! $50.00." She must have been getting too old to earn her keep, and a home sounded good to him as he wouldn't have to feed her anymore. So Marc said, "Okay. Where is her stuff?" The man picked up that bundle that was sitting next to them and tossed it over to him and that was that. "She hasn't looked at me or spoken since I met them. I forgot to get her name from the man and she speaks no English. On the ride home, though, she looked out the window and smiled at each new thing she saw. I'm sorry to spring this on you, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up. I figured if you were adamant about not having her here, we could find a church, or something that handles such things. But I couldn't let him just go on renting her out. Granted, I want her for the same thing, but we would take care of her," Marc said in what sounded like sincerity. "Okay, let's see what I'm working with here," Candy said more to herself than anyone else. She took the girl's arm and gently guided her to the couch where she sat down with her at her feet and started combing her fingers through her hair, looking for lice. She found no nits, no lice, so no problem. Good! She picked up the pack and opened it. Everything in it was dirty so she took the whole thing and put it on top of the washer to put in later that evening. Going to the bathroom she called to Marc, "Honey, please go in my closet and find a big tee shirt for me to put on her until her clothes are washed. I'm going to bathe her. Thank you." She started the water and put bubbles in it in case she liked them. She took Asia (the name she decided to call her) to the bathroom with her and undressed her. She wasn't a bit shy and held still. She couldn't get over how docile she was. There wasn't a mark on her body. It was well formed from her small perky breasts to the slight curve of her hips and flat stomach. Maybe she hadn't been 'rented' that much after all. Turning the water off she put her in the tub. She got her washed up and her hair squeaky clean, too. It reached down to the middle of her back. Candy wondered if she should trim it. It would be easier to take care of, but that would be a shame. She would wait a few days. Marc came in just then with the shirt and a clean towel (what a sweetheart, she didn't ask for that). "How's it going?" he asked. "If you mean her demeanor it hasn't changed. She is the most docile thing I've ever seen. I wonder how much 'renting' this man had her doing?!" she said almost spitting nails, she was so angry. Now that tone of voice got a reaction from Asia. She backed into the corner, looking her fully in the face with big, huge eyes scared as a cornered rabbit. She immediately changed her tone to a soothing one and said, "Asia, I wasn't talking to you. You have been hurt enough sweetheart. I would never hurt you." She moved over to her and took her in her arms. She struggled a little but Candy wouldn't let go and so she stopped. After a while, she put her head on her shoulder and a little while longer Asia put her arms around her. Candy just kept holding her until Asia had had enough. Candy made the bed up in the extra bedroom they used for an office and left Asia to catch up on her probably much needed rest. She curled up on her side and looked like she would drop right off as Candy left. "Candy, I need to tell you something, "Marc said as she came out of the room turning the light off. She sat in the chair across from the couch and looked at him expectantly. "I know we always agreed to do these things together because the sex without the other around would be, and feel, like cheating. I did have her bend over the seat getting in the truck, just to test her out." His voice got high as he tried to justify himself. "I just couldn't help myself. All of a sudden, I have an Asian girl of my own that I can do what I want with and I wanted to try it. I'm ashamed to say I didn't even think of you until it was all over, which didn't take very long." "She's light and I could pick her up and lift her up and down on my dick. When I set her down, she crouched on the running board and bent over the seat making an easier entrance for me. That's about it for contributing but I slam fucked, pulled her around by her hair, stuck it up her ass and pounded it in. It was great! I could do whatever I wanted and she didn't blink an eye." His eyes were bright and he kept licking his lips as he gave this description although he did have the foresight to look down now and then as though he were contrite even though it was anything but convincing. She didn't say anything for a few minutes. She didn't know what to say. 'What was I supposed to feel? Angry? Protective? Betrayed? Left out?' Candy thought hysterically. After thinking about it, she decided she felt all those things and some more she couldn't put into words yet. But she knew communicating with Marc, especially now that Asia was living with them, was a major priority if this, or they, were going to work. "Please give me the right to be heard all the way through now, okay?" Candy requested. Marc nodded. "All in one day I've had another woman, not just any woman but one meant to be a sex toy, moved into my home. Then I find that she has been thoroughly fucked by my husband before he even makes it home. And you don't even know her name. Okay. Those are the angry and betrayed feelings. "That poor girl has been sold to who knows what kind of trash and treated in the poorest manner, we know that by her docile attitude, and probably hasn't ever even known about good hygiene, and you're going to slam fuck her and pull her around by her hair? Why don't you let her get healthy first before you start the bondage stuff? Okay. Those are the protective feelings. "Marc, when we talked about this fantasy you know I was turned on by your harsh behavior with her. I even thought I might be able to get into that a little myself. Now it would be secondhand. Everything will be secondhand because you already had her. Okay. Those are the left out feelings. "I told you when you made that stupid rule about both being there that it wasn't practical. What if I'm watching television and get that tingling. Should I get my dildo out and do myself? I can't even have her help a little? What if you're in the workshop, she's out there watching, and you get the urge to have her go down on her knees right there? Are you going to call me out there? It just doesn't work," Candy finished. "How are you going to feel walking in on something like that? I mean, I don't want to have you say one thing and then run off in tears the next. I can't deal with it," said Marc, always looking for guarantees, at least reassurances. "Well there are no guarantees with this little game. You see, I've never played it and half the time I don't like it and half the time I'm titillated by it, so I'm trying to give it my best shot. I just hope it doesn't do any permanent damage. That's it, damage control, that's what I'm trying to do. So we will try it, if it doesn't work we'll work out something else, no big scenes. Lets both just try to be extra, super sensitive, okay? I know that doesn't come easy for you," she grinned. He grinned back, got up and held out a hand to her, "Let's go to bed, I'm beat." "Sure, it's all that fucking you've been doing," she said as she poked him in the ribs. "Hang on; I have to put her clothes in the washing machine. She may be more work than fun for me." They weren't in bed ten minutes when in tiptoed Asia who stood at the end of the bed. Candy wasn't sure how she felt but she thought maybe Asia was lonely and just needed a warm body so she held her hand out to her and she bounced over and climbed in next to Candy snuggling as close as she could get. Candy put an arm around her and closed her eyes. She did seem like a sweet thing. Marc swung his arm over both of them before he started snoring for the night. CHAPTER TWO The next morning Candy awoke with Asia's arms and legs on top of her. After untangling, she went into the kitchen to start coffee and breakfast. She could hear Marc's shower going and she tried to have breakfast ready when he got out. Marc was big on breakfast because he usually skipped lunch and Candy hated the sight of food in the morning so she bought convenience food; toaster waffles and eggs today. Candy was sipping her coffee when Marc came in dressed for the day and sat down. Starting to eat, he looked at her askew and asked, "What are you going to do today?" "You mean what am I going to do with her today don't you? I haven't the foggiest. I guess I'll have to improvise. Its way too much like having a kid, Marc," she complained. "You'll figure it out. I have faith in you. I've got to go." "You haven't finished yet," she objected. "I'm full. More room for dinner," he said and hurried out the door. "Chicken," Candy muttered. Asia came wandering in just then, sleepy-eyed and tousle-headed, looking like any young teenager. Candy motioned for her to sit down and put some food in front of her. "She knows what to do with that," said Candy to herself aloud. She started loading the dishwasher. When she came back to the table for Marc's plate, she saw Asia had finished hers and had Marc's plate finishing his, too. "Well I guess there will be no more wasted food around here thanks to you," she said and grinned at Asia. To her surprise and glee, Asia smiled back. Asia watched her clean up the kitchen then she went to the bathroom to wash up. Asia watched that also. Candy gave her a washcloth of her own and motioned for her to wash, also. Candy went to the dryer and unloaded it into a basket. Taking the basket into the bedroom, she set it down by the bed. She began making the bed. Asia got on the other side and with a little help from Candy; they got the bed made to Candy's satisfaction. She patted Asia's back and said, "Thank you," smiling. Dumping the clothes on the bed to fold, Asia got right in to help as these were her clothes. It didn't take long. It appeared to be only three sets, or changes, and one long shirt that might be for nightwear or maybe that was for dress. As close as Candy could tell she looked to wear a size 5. "So that's what we will do today. We're going shopping," Candy announced. She went to her closet to find herself something to wear as Asia was dressing in what she had picked. As they climbed into Candy's refurbished Corvair Asia's big eyes worried her a little. Would she be able to handle her on this outing alone? Some regular women were hard to handle on a shopping spree, much less one that had been deprived in the way, shape and form that Asia had been. Pulling into the mall parking lot Asia was fascinated by all the cars and people and Candy had to take her by the hand to keep her in step with her as they entered. Once inside, the décor, music and smells assaulted her like a tent being pulled over her head. She stopped moving and just rotated in place taking it all in. She finally succumbed to Candy's tugging on her arm. They went from store to store, Candy picking out clothes and then going to the changing rooms for Asia to try them on. Candy loved it in one way, bringing out the designer in her, and hated it in another, Asia looked great in everything. They bought a full wardrobe for Asia and a couple items for Candy she couldn't resist in the lingerie department before heading back home. Asia chattered away nonstop on the ride back home. Candy just wished she understood it, as she sounded so happy. It was 7:00 p.m., the dogs were getting restless and sitting by the door, and one was on the couch looking out the curtains. Asia kept petting them and looking at Candy. "They know Daddy is due home. Huh puppies. Daddy?" That just made them wriggle more, and of course, Asia didn't know what she meant. She got on the couch and motioned for Asia to kneel beside her. Holding the curtain open where the one dog was sitting she pointed outside and said "Daddy," and got off the couch. When Asia looked back at her, she pointed out the window indicating she should keep looking. Just then Marc pulled up in the drive and the dog in the window went nuts barking. Candy goes, "Daddy's home, Daddy's home!" and the other dog starts barking. As soon as he starts walking towards the house the dog gets out of the window and comes to stand by the front door, so Asia did, too. When Marc comes in the door both dogs are barking, jumping and wriggling. "How did it go today?" Marc asked as he walked in. "Did you both survive?" "Yes, I taught her a little around the house, but most of the day we spent shopping and spending your money. You know having two women around means twice as much shopping," Candy teased. "We'll model it for you after you eat." "And I'm starved," he said. He went to shower and then hurried to eat dinner. Asia stared at him eating the whole time and wouldn't eat until he finished. We just figured it was her culture and let it be. As soon as the dishes were in the dishwasher Candy took Asia's hand and they went in the bedroom to where she left their new purchases on the bed. Tugging them out of the bags, they started putting them on. She got the idea after the first time of prancing in the living room, twirling around once in front of Marc and then prancing back in the bedroom for another item. She loved it and had a big smile on her face. Marc loved it too and just lay back watching the show. When they got to the lingerie, he looked rather sleepy-eyed so Candy knew they looked good then. Candy was a bit afraid of Marc's libido after what he told her yesterday and with Asia just warming up to them she didn't want to bring back that docile being. They finished up quickly and put everything away. Candy showed Asia where her dresser was in her room, the office, and gave her the new clothes as well as the ones she brought with her to put away. Then she came into the living room to join them. Marc's habit is to "get comfortable" after he gets home. This means to get out of his clothes; all of them. This didn't seem to bother Asia; she seems to lean that way herself. He used to lie on the couch and watch television but she wants to sit next to him so he lets her. She's like a little puppy dog with Marc tonight. She goes everywhere he does and seems anxious to please him. He has a habit of fondling his penis sometimes, in an off-hand manner. Asia must have watched him. Once she brushed his hand away and imitated his fondling perfectly. From then on, when they watched television she did all the fondling. When they go to bed for the night Asia usually wants to sleep with Marc now, so she sleeps on that side of the bed. Marc wanted to put her in the middle to be fair to Candy but she said, "Fair to me is to at least let me be near my husband in bed." Therefore, she sleeps on the other side and they end up spooning all night. She thinks that should bother her, but it doesn't. She says, "That is the side he usually ended up turning to before, so why be different now?" The first night Asia slept over there Candy could feel the bed moving a little, and slowly moving onto her side, she could see him moving back and forth and knew that he was screwing her. She wanted to see closer, but knew if she moved too much she would interrupt and probably make him mad, so she tried to slowly move up on her elbow. This was a little better but all she could see was the top of Asia's side. She decided the hell with it, it's supposed to be a threesome, she can at least watch. She put her hand softly on his back and rubbed it a couple of times. Then she sat up leaning over. He had a hand on each side of Asia's waist working her back and forth onto his cock. She could see it going in and out, glistening. Asia was making soft little mewling noises. Candy began to feel tingling in her crotch and, lifting her nightgown, put her hand down to rub her clit to the same rhythm Marc had going in Asia. Marc began to move faster and harder and Asia was bucking and whimpering. Candy started coming and lay back against the headboard. A little while later Marc stiffened and then stopped and Asia left to go to the bathroom. Marc rolled over towards Candy, "Are you all right?" "Yes, I guess I came a little too early," she said. "Should I have wakened you?" he asked. "There's no way I would have known the answer to that question except to have tried it, so I guess it worked out fine, honey. Don't worry about it," she said. "Let's go back to sleep." "I'm all for that," he sighed. Asia came and slipped back in next to Candy and curled up around her. She thought that was sweet and wrapped an arm around her before she fell asleep. That was the best thing she could do for her right then. Was she feeling maybe a little twinge of jealousy? Asia and Jason My name is Jason and I am eighteen years old and until last week this had been a pretty good year for me. My older sister was in community college and while she still lived at home, she was too busy with college and her job to harass me as much as she had all my life. Yeah, I know brothers and sisters are known for the fights and arguments but this was different. Asia, who is a year older then I, had always done her best to not only put me down but humiliate me every chance she got. When I had reached puberty she told her girlfriends, while I was there, that she had watched me beating off to the lingerie section of a clothing catalogue. That was about the level of her torment, and it went on all through grammar school and most of high school. Those first few months of my senior year, while she was in college, were great; I had actually started to good about myself. Until this weekend! My parents had to go out of town because my grandmother was ill and someone needed to be there to arrange her care and see that my grandfather was taken care of as well. They had left early in the day, but not before mentioning to me that Asia would be there to "baby-sit" me while they were gone. That meant that I would have a familiar weekend from hell with her berating me, humiliating me and just making my life miserable. No sooner had I thought this my sister entered the room. Smiling at me and winking as though she was saying – you're mine bro, and if you were thinking you might enjoy this weekend, you can think again! Now Asia was a very pretty girl with long curly dark hair and really big tits. Her ass was round and shapely, completing her goddess like shape. If she weren't my sister I would probably be drooling every time I saw her. I guess that was the problem. I was at best average. Until six months ago, I had been what you call 'puny'. But finally I was bigger then Asia although still not handsome enough to approach a girl like her. As my parents left, I went to the basement. My Dad and I had constructed a place for my band to practice by walling off a corner of the basement and hanging rugs on the wall to pretty much make the room soundproof, or at least minimize the noise in the rest of the house and for the neighbors as well. The band was off for a couple of months and we would get back together before the holidays to practice for some gigs we had in December. I don't know how long I was there mindlessly strumming my guitar, but I looked up as Asia walked in the room. "Alright shit-head, I don't want any problems from your puny chicken legged ass this weekend. I am going to the mall with Betsy, so find you own dinner and stay in I don't want to have to be concerned as to where you are! You comprende senior?" I nodded and she headed out. I stayed downstairs fuming at her, my mind recalling all the torment she had put me through and she was still doing it. I should note that she had also teased me with her breasts, saying things like "you'll never get a girl like me" or "the best you'll be able to get is some skinny bitch who looks more like a boy" she would always laugh and laugh. Slowly I began to plan my revenge. I looked around the room and my plan came together, I knew Asia liked to smoked marijuana with her girlfriends and then walk the mall, dick teasing guys until closing. So when she finally would come home she would be in a relatively bitchy mood, but stoned and manageable, especially now that I had put on some height and muscle. I then ran to the garage and managed to find everything I would need to make this work and I spent the next few hours setting up. Later that night, around 9:30 or so, Asia and her best friend Betsy stumbled through the door, laughing at something and when Asia saw me watching TV on the couch, she said, "Well, well if it isn't my perverted little brother, looking at skinamax and getting your self off" and then she burst in laughter and Betsy seemed to smile painfully like she was embarrassed. Betsy said, "You know you're being kind of mean Asia, why not back off a bit". Asia retorted "because this little shit is my brother and he deserves all the crap I can give him and if its too hard for you to handle then thanks for the ride see you later." With that Betsy left and I was flabbergasted that any of Asia's friends would defend me, especially Betsy. I have had a crush on her for some time now. She is almost the opposite of Asia, she is taller and real thin, she has small tits and barely a bump for an ass, but she has beautiful light red, almost pink hair and her skin is so white its almost translucent. I knew she was "too old" for me but I have often fallen asleep thinking about her. So for Asia to be so cruel to me in front of Betsy, I think I finally flipped. It was time to put the "Bitch gets Hers" plan in motion. "Asia, I screwed up a bit and broke something in the basement, and I need your help to fix it, would you mind coming down to help me?" I knew this would set her off, but being the controlling bitch that she was, she'd come down so she could use whatever it was to further humiliate and insult me. "Brother you are a master fuck up, have been all your life, I am surprised you haven't been chained to your room by mom and dad. OK, lets get this over with you puny little shit!" As we entered the soundproofed room Asia said "So what did you fuck up now you little chicken legged asshole?" I led Asia over to a rope I had positioned that was strung though eye bolts in the ceiling, that I had used to hang speakers and amps. As she neared the rope I grabbed the end of it and having previously constructed a noose like hand cuff, slipped it on her wrist, pulled it to tighten and quickly found the other rope and did the same to her other arm. Before she could understand what had happened, thanks to the marijuana she had smoked, I had the other end of both ropes and pulled them back through the eyebolts and had Asia suspended on her tiptoes and I quickly tied the ends to a hook I had mounted in the wall, She was at my mercy. "JASON, I don't know what you think you are doing but you had better let me down right now or," "Or what? The parents are away and not expected home before Monday; this room is relatively soundproof, so screaming for help wont get you anything but a sore throat. So what does the mighty Asia have to threaten this puny little chicken legged asshole with?" She was quiet, her eyes darting from her restrained wrists to the rope attached to the wall. She did not look frightened yet, but I am sure that will change, "Ok Jason, ha ha, now let me go!" "Asia, you are not going anywhere until I am done with you. You have treated me like shit for no reason since I was old enough to stand. Well all that's coming home tonight sis, and you are powerless to stop me. And if you think you can tell on me later – I don't give a shit, no one will believe you, I mean I am such a meek little mouse, right sis?" "Jason, look I'm sorry. I never realized how far over your threshold I had gone, I mean I treat a lot of folk this way..." "Yes, I know sis. Did you and Betsy enjoy flashing your tits tonight at all the boys in the mall then flip them off and laugh? I know you're a mean bitch and I know that there would be a long standing ovation in town if they knew what was gong to happen here." Asia then started to mumble something as Jason approached her with a long knife. "Jason, are you going to stab me?" she wailed. He smiled and said, "No" then proceeded to slice her blouse and rip it off, leaving her naked save her bra, but that came next and her big soft tities were now exposed to him. "Jason, please don't do this, I am your sister, please." Jason used his knife to strip away her pants and panties and Asia was now stark naked and chained to the wall. "Jason, I warn you I will report you to the police, I will tell mom and Dad if you don't let me go right now, I mean it!" Jason merely unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and slid both his jeans and boxer off, followed a moment later by his shirt. They were now both naked and for the first time in her life Asia saw how well endowed her brother was. She was no expert, but based on stories and whispers between the girls, Jason had one thing, that would make him stand out in a crowd. Jason stepped up to Asia and moved his hand between her legs, fingering her pussy and searching for her clit, using his other hand he began to squeeze her tits, pulling on her nipples. "Ok, Jas, you've had your fun, taught me a lesson, I'll be good, I promise, just let me go, Stop fingering me, please Jason?" Asia, could not get the size of his cock off her mind, she had never had sex, and that thing was entirely too large to fit in her pussy. She'd played with herself often enough to have some idea of what she could take in there, and his cock was well beyond that in girth alone, let alone the what looked to be a good eight inches in length. Jason was not about to stop, he enjoyed playing with his sister's body, and from the feel of her wet cunt, and her body was enjoying Jason even if she said she didn't. But Jason had more to do. He walked away from Asia and went to the workbench to get something. Asia thought he was going to let her go, breathed a sigh of relief until she saw him turn around with a handful of clothespins. "Jason, what...Oh Jason, no, no ow that hurts Jason, pleaseeeeee stop?" Jason was clipping the clothespins onto her tits, the first ones on each nipple then four more on the sides of her tits. He had saved one for her pussy, and as he placed it on Asia's clit she screamed in pain. Jason now placed a rope on each of her ankles and pulled them forward and out so that her legs were spread and her pussy was the height of his cock. Asia looked almost as if she were lying down, but the pressure on her arms, and legs was causing her to scream in pain. She watched as Jason stepped in between her legs, his hard cock in hand and she said "Jason, don't do that, don't fuck your sister, its rape if you do that, I am a virgin Jason, please, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee" Jason impaled her with his cock and she again pleaded with him to stop, but Jason was on a mission and he proceeded to pump his cock in and out of her pussy going faster and pumping harder and deeper with each thrust. Each time he bottomed out in her virgin pussy, he bumped into the clothespin affixed to her clit, causing Asia to at first scream in pain then moan in pleasure. It wasn't long before Asia's body began to react to this pummeling and her pussy began to drip, it was so wet. Asia's breathing was deep and irregular and Jason, though he knew nothing about female orgasms at least knew that Asia wasn't complaining anymore. That thought put Jason over the edge and his cock began spewing his cum deep into Asia's hot pussy. He withdrew his softening cock from her dripping pussy. Asia, with tears running down her face said, " Jason, you took my virginity, you bastard, you took my fucking virginity. You're an incestual pig and I hate you!" Her words, so familiar to Jason, he'd heard them all his life, they only served to cause his cock to come back to life. He undid her legs from the wall and pulled the rope back behind her and fastened them the rear wall, now Asia looked as if she were lying on her belly. He grabbed his belt from the floor and began to whip Asia's ass, leaving red streaks on her white cheeks and listening to Asia scream and cry out for him to stop. After twenty five good sound lashes, Jason moved between those very red and sore ass cheeks and using some Vaseline he coated his cock and placed it at Asia's asshole. She felt him back there and screamed "NO, please not my ass, it's going to hurt so much, Please Jason, don't fuck my ass" Once again, Jason was staying on plan and he leaned forward and his cock began to force its way into her back channel, all the while she was continuing to scream and cry and beg him to stop. All of a sudden, somewhat frustrated by the difficulty in entering her ass, Jason pulled back and Asia, assuming he was stopping relaxed, and then Jason rammed his hard cock into her ass, pushing in one fell swoop all the way until his balls banged against her ass cheeks. Asia screamed her head off again and again, but Jason did not care he began to pound her ass for all he was worth. It wasn't long before Asia's screams died out and her cries turned to moans and Jason reached his hand around finding her clit and tugged on the clothespin. Once again Asia's body was responding to the pounding she was getting, her cunt was literally dripping it was so hot and Asia began to moan and actually push back as best she could onto Jason's fiery member helping his immense rock hard cock delve deeper and deeper into her anal canal. That was all it took for Jason to dump his second load in his sister. He withdrew and without untying her hands or legs Jason lowered his well fucked sister to the floor, She laid there spread eagle cum dripping from her cunt and asshole, her mouth hanging open, eyes closed. Jason grabbed his digital camera and took a number of pictures of her in that state, getting close ups of her ass and pussy but not showing the restraints. He set the camera down and grabbed Asia by her hair pulling her head up and stuck his semi rigid member into Asia's mouth. At the same time he unpinned the clothespin from her clit, and his cock buried in her mouth muffled her wail. She tried to spit him out but he pulled harder on her hair and told her to suck him and clean his cock. When Asia realized she was sucking the cock that had just been in her ass she almost vomited, but the force of his cock sliding into and out of her mouth stopped her. As Jason felt his orgasm approach he, slapped her tits, one after the other to knock the remaining clothespins from her now sore breasts and nipples. The sudden removal of those pins created a surge of pain the forced her mouth open just as began shooting his cum. The first shot pierced the back of her throat and Asia choked, then he sprayed his milky cum on her face, in her hair and all over those beautiful full tits. He grabbed his camera and again took shots of Asia, passed out on the floor, with his cum covering one eye lid, mixing in her hair and dripping from her nose and nipples. He untied her hands and feet. Asia was still, laying in the same position, cum still hanging from her and slowly dripping from her. Jason slapped her face lightly to bring her attention back and said, "Asia, this could be just the beginning, if I wake tomorrow and feel like it, I am going to have you again, and if you think you can disobey me, tell on me or whatever, I want you to know I have pictures of you with cum dripping out of your cunt, ass and face. They are digital and I will send them to everyone in your e-mail address book if you even think of telling anyone about this. Now think about that, then perhaps you need to shower and go to bed, you're a mess" He walked out of the room and left her there, closing the door as he went. Asia lay there and thought of everything that had happened and tears started to form in her eyes. Her ass hurt, her breasts were still throbbing and her vagina was sore. On top of all of this she was mad at herself, because she recalled that at times she enjoyed enough of what Jason did to her to have a couple of orgasms. Still he raped her, he took her virginity and he has now threatened to do it over and over again. While the prospect of his cock caused her some excitement, she was in no way going to let her twerp of a brother dominate her life, no fucking way. With that she stumbled to her feet and still naked walked upstairs to her room and begin the climb back to life and to develop a plan for the future. Asia stood in the hot shower for a long time trying to wash her brother's smell and his cum from her body. But no matter how much she scrubbed she could not erase the humiliation she felt for what he had done to her. While she contemplated her revenge her hand was absent-mindedly playing with her clit and while her plan formed in her mind, her body tensed for another orgasm. Finished with the shower, Asia put on her PJ's and climbed into bed, and quickly fell fast asleep. Perhaps it was a bad dream or just the internal agony her body and mind were going through, but Asia jumped awake just after seven that Saturday morning. She knew that she needed to get out of the house and put the ingredients of her plan together and she needed to get going before Jason awoke and attacked her again. She dressed, had a bite to eat and left the house before eight. She had to kill time because none of her friends would be up and the store she needed to visit was not open yet. Besides she knew she could not return home before everything was ready and she felt closer to dinner would be a good time to start. So she drove to campus and went to the library and caught up on some schoolwork. Later, when her friend Betsy called her on her cell, she agreed to meet Betsy for lunch at noon. While Betsy did not yet know it, she would need to help Asia a bit if her plan was to work tonight, she just hoped her friend would help her out without asking a lot of questions She was not ready to tell any one anything, and not because of Jason's threats. She had her own reasons for keeping quiet. During lunch Asia had asked Betsy to make her some pot-laced brownies, just a couple but they needed to be heavily loaded. She did tell Betsy that she planned to feed them to Jason without telling him about the pot. Although Betsy was disappointed in Asia's continued harassment of Jason, Betsy secretly had a crush on Asia's younger brother; she agreed to supply the "desert" for their dinner tonight. After lunch the girls each had their own errands to do and they decided to meet at Asia's house around five to cook dinner. Betsy believed the dinner was an attempt by Asia to apologize to her brother for her rude treatment. Asia had her errands to run and she did not need or want company. Sometime around five that day the two girls met up at Asia's house and began to make dinner for the three of them. Jason, who was watching TV when they came in, was quiet and Betsy noticed that Asia went out of her way to politely say hello to Jason and tell him that she had planned a nice steak dinner for the three of them and hoped he was hungry. It was a wonderful meal and after finishing off the steaks, Asia brought out desert for everyone. Brownies and vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce. What Betsy did not know was that Asia had given most of the pot laced brownies to Jason while she and Betsy had very little. Jason exclaimed how good the desert was almost licking his bowl clean. He thanked his sister for everything and she told him and Betsy to go down to the music room and for Jason to play some guitar for Betsy while she cleaned the kitchen. Jason and Betsy were both amazed at the change in Asia's attitude and while Jason thought it had to do with the previous night, he really had no clue to how true that was. About an hour later Asia, having cleaned the kitchen and gathering the stuff she had picked up today, she went downstairs to join her brother and her friend. As she opened the door to the room Betsy was trying to wake Jason up. "He just started to wobble and talk funny and then he fell asleep." "It's his first experience with pot, Betsy, remember your first? He should revive in an hour or so. So I need your help now and we need to get busy, I would appreciate it if you would just help and not ask a lot of questions until we are done." "Busy, what are we doing?" "We are going to strip Jason and secure him to those ropes, that's what we are doing" "Asia what the hell are you doing?" Asia and Jason "Betsy, last night Jason" she handed some photos from last night to Betsy. "Raped me. He claimed it was his payback for the crap I had handed him over the years, but Betsy he took my virginity and he did my ass and mouth to boot." "Asia, let you parents or the police handle this. What you are doing is wrong, so wrong." "Betsy, please just help me strip him and tie him up, then you can leave and you won't be involved, Jason will never know." "Asia, these pictures are bad, you must be so hurt. I will help you." With that the two girls stripped the sleeping Jason and secured him to the same ropes he used on Asia. He was tied spread eagle with his face down sprawled over a stuffed ottoman from the living room. Asia opened her shopping bag and removed a leather harness and a box that contained a large realistic penis. She had made sure that the one she got was at least as big as Jason's. She intended to take his ass tonight so he would know what it felt like, he did not have a pussy so this would have to do. "Thanks Betsy, you can go now if you want or you can watch. Whatever you like." "This is so wrong Asia, but I won't leave you. I want to make sure you are OK and he doesn't escape and come after you again. " "You are a true friend and I need to start appreciating you more." And Asia leaned in and hugged and kissed Betsy. Then she strapped on her "cock". "What do you think Betsy? "It looks awful big, you don't think it will do damage do you? "Betsy, you saw his cock when we stripped him, imagine it hard- its just about this size, if he didn't harm me, he should be ok, besides I also bought the best lube they had, and he only used Vaseline on me. Time to wake him, throw that glass of cold water on his face Betsy!" Betsy tossed the water in Jason's face and he sputtered to alertness, quickly noticing his predicament and position. "Asia, what the hell is going on here?" Asia moved to where Jason could see her and stooped down so he could see her strap on. As she fondled the fake cock she said. "An eye for an eye, bro, and ass for an ass. As someone said to me, scream all you want because all it will earn you is a sore throat." With that Asia moved behind Jason and took some lube and covered her fake cock. Then in a moment of sibling love she took a large amount of lube and coated his anus, plunging her finger coated with lube into his ass. Jason let a sharp howl as her finger swirled in his ass and when completed she removed it and placed the head of the cock at the entrance to his ass. "Asia, please don't do this, I will do anything you ask, please?" "I love you bro, and its because I love you that I am doing this to you" and she leaned forward to allow the cock to penetrate his virgin ass. Jason's screams were loud and soulful and for a time Betsy's eyes filled with tears as she listened to Jason howl. Slowly Asia pushed until just about all of the fake cock was buried in his ass, Jason's screams had quieted and it seemed as if he was adjusted to this presence in his ass. She began to slide the cock back and then pushed forward again trying to get a rhythm. She had never had sex until Jason had raped her so it was all new to her but as she picked up speed she noticed how her cock would push back against her, rubbing her pussy with each thrust. Even through she had kept her pants on the sensation was getting stronger and she began to push in and out of Jason's ass more for how good it felt to her then anything else. Somewhere in her sex fogged mind she heard Jason, "Oh god sis, oh sis, good golly sis please, please" Betsy had been watching this scene and was transfixed by how Jason switched from screaming his complaints to almost drooling and mumbling "please" for nothing in particular and she had noticed a change in Asia's eyes, they had gone from cold and hard to dreamy. She herself had not even noticed that her own hand had slipped into her jeans and was rubbing her own clit as she watched the action. When she realized what she was doing she stopped and although embarrassed she noticed that Jason had gone quiet and Asia was just still, her fake cock half in and half out of her brothers asshole. "Asia, Asia, its time to stop now." Betsy pulled lightly on her friends shoulder snapping her from her reverie and as she looked down she quickly withdrew her cock from Jason's ass. "Betsy, that was wild, I never knew how good it would make me feel, no, no not the revenge, the back side of this strap on would push against me with the movements and, I know this sounds silly, but I came. I came while fucking my brother in the ass." With that she stood up and embraced Betsy. Betsy, I saw you slip you hand in your pants, what got to you?" "I don't know but at some point your brother seemed to be getting into this, you seemed to be into it, getting off and I guess I just had to scratch an itch." Betsy stated unsurely. "Lets go upstairs before Jason wakes up, we can untie his hands and he can get his own feet. Besides I need to clean this thing. " She said as she held up the strap on for Betsy's view. The two girls went up stairs to Asia's room and after cleaning the strap on in the bathroom then carried it to Asia's room and they both sat on the bed. "So, this thing you used actually got you off Asia?" "I don't know how, or why but it did. It would push on me here, wait, just put this on Betsy and I will show you." She stood up and pulled her friend to her feet and started to put the harness around her waist. "Here, Betsy lets take your pants off so you can get the total effect. I'll take mine off to so you won't be the only one semi naked in the room" They both laughed at that and took their pants off and then Asia helped put the contraption onto her friend. As she pushed at the fake cock she said to Betsy, "See how it pushes against you? After a while it begins to feel better and better." Asia continued to push the cock in and back again until Betsy started to sway. Betsy startled Asia by saying, "Oh Asia why don't you suck my cock" in a sultry voice followed by a hearty laugh. Asia picking up on the humor agreed and actually began to suck the fake cock. After some few minutes Betsy again with a laugh said, "Take off you panties dear and lay down for me!" Asia laughed and obeyed, then Betsy kneeled over her friend and laughing even harder said "Spread em slut I am going to fuck you!" Asia laughed even harder and spread her legs. Betsy then leaned forward and slid the fake cock into Asia bare pussy. She then proceeded to giggle as she started to mimic fucking her. After a few minutes both girls had stopped laughing and were moaning and on the verge of cuming. "Oh shit Betsy, don't stop it feels so good, fuck me girl, fuck your friend!" "Asia you aren't the only one feeling it, I am so hot. Hang on girl lets get serious." With that she began to furiously pound the cock into her friends dripping pussy. It wasn't long before the two girls exploded with terrific orgasm, and falling together on the bed. Some time later as they became aware of their surroundings, Betsy scampered from the bed, took of the harness pulled on her pants and said. "Asia, I don't know how that happened but I am sorry I have to go and I will call you later." She flew from the room and out of the house. Asia meanwhile continued to lie there in a blissful state knowing what Betsy was afraid to admit to herself, the two girls would be doing this again, a lot. She was startled from her reverie by her brother who said from the door. "Excuse me sis, can I come in? I would like to talk to you!" Asia did not even care to cover her bare pussy and nodded to Jason then said, "I hope your not here to bitch at me for what happened downstairs..." "No, Asia, I, um I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. I know today was earned and I do not hold you responsible, its my fault, I started it, I just hope you'll forgive me and we can find a way to live peacefully with one another." "Jason, I would accept your apology except, you are not to blame. Well perhaps you could have chosen a different means of paying me back for all of these years of insults, but I think we need to share the blame, OK, little bro?" "Well, thanks, I guess I should get out of your hair sis?" Asia noticed that her brother was not sounding happy and asked him. "We just excused one another, this whole adventure is now behind us, what's bothering you now?" "It's just that I..ummmm, I really enjoyed it and.." "Jason its OK,, I understand you enjoyed having me, most guys do like sex, its ok" "No, sis, I enjoyed what you did to me?" he blurted and ran from the room. Asia was stunned. She knew she had enjoyed fucking his ass. She never thought he might like it. She thought he would be like she was, upset and hurt, then she realized that she too had found enjoyment in the sex Jason had forced on her, had orgasms each time. She walked down the hall to Jason's room and poked her head in the door. "Tell you what Jase, its ok to like it, doesn't make you less of a man, in fact girls probably would appreciate a man who is willing to take what he dishes out." "You sure sis?" Asia walked into his room still naked from the waist down and up to his bed, she looked down and saw the he was aroused and she said, "Tell you what' she pointed to his crotch, "you put that thing in here" and she pointed to her bare pussy. "And then later we can go to my room and I will strap it on for you and fuck you silly, OK|? Jason reached up and pulled his sister into an embraced and kissed her as a lover for the first time in his life. Asia held nothing back and reached into his shorts as they kissed and took hold of his cock. "You know Jason, Betsy watched us in the basement. She was so hot she strapped on my cock and fucked me, just before you came in. I think perhaps she likes you and probably me, how about we call her later and have her come over and we can double team her?" Jason smiled and nodded his head as he mounted Asia for the second time in his life and as he was about to enter her hot pussy Asia said, "You know little brother, someday we will need to have our own place. I know I am going to want that beautiful cock of yours a lot more then I can get it with mom and dad around. The two of them fucked each other this time and knew it was just the beginning and later they did get Betsy to come over and with Asia fucking her pussy with the strap on, Jason took her ass with his hard cock. The three of them would be inseparable for years. Asia Blue It came out of the blue! An invitation from nowhere to an experience that will remain with me until I die... Six months earlier, my 'ex' had given my phone number to a Chinese woman, informing her that I was a qualified masseur with an open sexual attitude. My 'ex' would know as we had enjoyed sex together with many other people in the form of threesomes, group sex and having enjoyed sex clubs with complete strangers. My talent as a masseur came from my childhood where I received physiotherapy because I was a sickly child. That therapy saved my life and ever since then, I had the 'touch', which included sexual lessons from many women. I even grew up in the company of four sisters and no brothers, so I always had more time for women than men. Before I became 'qualified' as a masseur, I had a 'party trick', which worked very well for me. At a party, after everybody had a few drinks or 'tokes', I would walk up behind a desirable woman who I did not know, place my hands on her shoulder muscles and give a quick neck and shoulder massage - without permission. They could not see me, just feel my hands on their bodies. There were only ever two reactions to this intimacy. Either 'What the...!' - where they would turn around quickly in annoyance. Then I would say - 'Oops! Wrong person! Sorry, I thought you were someone else.' The other reaction was - 'Ahhhh...' They would melt under my touch. There were more Ahhhh's than 'What the's... It was an entrée to many fucks... Anna-Lisa had been referred to me by Laurice (my 'ex'). When she rang me, she said (in her heavy Chinese accent) - 'You give good massage! Do you give hand relief?' Then she made a joke of it. I was living alone at the time, so when she arrived, I did indeed give her a long, deep massage and 'hand relief'... I am 59-yo, fairly well preserved, but with a belly. I am not good looking, just interesting... Anna-Lisa is maybe forty. She is good looking, has large silicon breasts tipped by large nipples that remain standing up when she lies down. Her pussy is small, can only fit two fingers. Her smooth skin is a delight to touch and her thick black hair is natural and healthy. Although fairly short, she is trim and has good muscles. Anna-Lisa is a no-nonsense woman. You can joke with her and talk sex in a straight-forward manner. She is quite happy to say - 'Put your fingers in my cunt and work it slowly.' She liked to be masturbated slowly and sensually. After giving her a two-hour massage (she likes 'deep tissue' massage like a man), I gave her what she wanted. She did not want to be fucked, only masturbated without any vibrators. She complained to me that I was too hard on her cunt and although she was up on the plateau of excitement, her orgasm was only small. I felt that she was disappointed. Anna-Lisa paid me and that was the end of it. I never heard from her again. Until... Six months later, I had a sales job, which involved me in travel. It was about 7:00pm on a Saturday night, I had just returned home. At that time, I was boarding with a woman with whom I had no personal relationship. It was her birthday and the house was filled with people whom I didn't know. I really didn't feel like wandering around in a house full of strangers, so I was just going to hide away in my room when my mobile rang. I went outside to talk with the caller. It was Anna-Lisa. She had been drinking. I was very surprised as I had lost my previous mobile and she did not have this current number. She had rung 'the ex' for my number. Anna-Lisa said - 'You come to my house. I have friend who want to suck your cock! She from Thailand. Very beautiful! Twenty one year old. Want to suck Australian cock. You massage me and her. You teach her massage. I pay you.' When I arrived at the large modern inner suburban house, Anna-Lisa met me at the door and invited me in. The house was lavishly decorated in an Asian style with 'geisha' statues, expensive screens, marble floor, flowers, urns and traditional Chinese furniture. It was very expensive decor. She invited me through to her garden setting. It was screened off from any neighbours view. A Japanese garden setting under a heavy ornate timber pergola with two-oversized day couches, a waterfall feature, paper Chinese lanterns and a large coffee table with a bottle of champagne opened and ready. Also... Standing under the pergola was one of the most stunningly beautiful young Asian women I had ever seen. She was medium tall, long lush black hair, slender, size six but with large natural breasts. Jo-Jo is Thailand/Chinese mix. Anna-Lisa said - 'Robert, this is Jo-Jo. She like to suck your cock'. Jo-Jo was dressed in a red transparent mesh short-sleeve top and red bikini panties with a split crotch. She was straight out of a porno magazine. My heart jumped at the sight of her. Anna-Lisa said something to her in Chinese and Jo-Jo walked up to me, embraced me, started kissing me, wrapped her arms around me and proceeded to grind her pelvis into me. I was stunned... With Anna-Lisa watching us, I wrapped my arms around Jo-Jo, instantly massaging her back and neck and squeezing her bottom. She felt fragile and very soft, and those tits were definitely real. We tongue kissed which immediately sprung my cock into action. Jo-Jo felt that and ground her pelvis against my stiffening member even harder. She reached down and rubbed it through my trousers. Here was I, a fifty-nine year old with a belly being greeted and lusted over by a twenty-one year old nymphomaniac. Unbelievable and completely out of 'left field'! Anna-Lisa said - 'Come Robert, have some champagne with us. So I sat down opposite Anna-Lisa whilst Jo-Jo poured drinks for all of us. Jo-Jo only spoke very rudimentary English. Anna-Lisa and I talked for a while making jokes. She said that Jo-Jo was her house-keeper and was a student, that she had only been here for a couple of weeks. She wanted Jo-Jo to learn massage and thought that I could instruct her in one night. We were to practice on Anna-Lisa. My payment was $50 and I could fuck both of them. At this stage, I did not know what Anna-Lisa did for a living. Maybe she was an importer. She certainly had obvious wealth. After a couple of glasses of champagne, Anna-Lisa had Jo-Jo lead me into a room, which was a double garage which was converted into a sex room. WOW! There was a massage table with perfumed oils warmed by candles, a double bed, prints all over the walls depicting sex, ornate mirrors, fabric hangings and a pile of porno magazines in the corner on the floor. There was an attached bathroom, toilet and shower. But most amazing was the equipment hanging from the ceiling. Above the massage table were two long timber rods hanging from chains. These were to enable a woman to steady herself whiles she walked on a man's back during massage. Above the bed, more chains hung from pulleys attached to the ceiling with the chains running down to a spigot on a wall. On the ends of these chains were padded straps for securing around a person's wrists. So a person could be suspended and restrained from the ceiling via these chains. On sideboards were a collection of dildos, horse-whips, exotic feathers, masks, bottles of creams, tissues, a box of surgical rubber gloves and a variety if things that could be inserted into cavities like asses and even up cocks. I was in a brothel! Jo-Jo was all over me. Kissing me like some passionate lover and of course, I was massaging her, playing with her breasts, fingering her pussy through the crotchless panties. We unwrapped Anna-Lisa from her kimono and lay her on the massage table face down. This was to be a real massage, complete with all of the sexual titillation I could muster. I undressed completely and started in on Anna-Lisa by drizzling perfumed oil on her back. She of course was completely naked. The room was heated to a comfortable temperature where I did not need to cover her with towels for warmth. Jo-Jo was behind me playing with me. She reached her hand between my legs and played with my balls and cock whilst I concentrated on massaging Anna-Lisa. Jo-Jo would pinch my nipples and play with my dick, bending over to take it into her mouth and suck me whilst I continued massaging Anna-Lisa. I stopped Jo-Jo's actions on me and positioned her on the opposite side of the massage table, instructing her by gesture to follow what I was doing to Anna-Lisa's body. Jo-Jo was completely inexperienced in massage, but very experienced in how to arouse a man. We continued on massaging Anna-Lisa, but every now and then, Jo-Jo would lean across to me and tongue kiss me as our hands worked on Anna-Lisa. I had a roaring erection which kept dripping pre-come onto the floor. From time to time, I would change sides around Anna-Lisa's body, coming into full body contact with Jo-Jo who each time would rub her body sensuously against me and play with my cock. It was hard to concentrate on Anna-Lisa... Anna-Lisa was blissed out. The champagne and the massage making her very drowsy so Jo-Jo and I had time to keep playing with each other. As long as we each kept one hand on Anna-Lisa, we both played with each other sexually. After a time, I rolled Anna-Lisa onto her back and started on her front. I worked on her feet as did Jo-Jo. When I worked up her body to her hips, stomach, breasts and arms, Jo-Jo mirrored everything I did. We kept alternating sides so that Anna-Lisa had my massage on both sides of her body and simultaneously had Jo-Jo's training massage. I would instruct Jo-Jo in what I was doing to Annailse. From time to time, I would do to Jo-Jo exactly what I was doing to Anna-Lisa, so she could feel the result and put it into practice with me watching her and correcting her. When I had finished the real massage, I started the sensual and teasing massage. Jo-Jo disappeared out of the room as I spread Anna-Lisa's legs and started a deep massage on the insides of her thighs. The deep massage encroached onto the outer lips of her vulva. I rubbed her Venus Mons, scratched around on her outer pussy lips, pulled her lips apart and dipping my fingers into a bowl of oil, lubricated her cunt. From my past experience with Anna-Lisa, I knew that she liked it slow, so I took my time. Anna-Lisa is a prostitute, so she uses her cunt every day for money, so it takes a lot to get her worked up. Her cunt is only small and tight, so there would be no great fist insertions or heavy action here. I played around her cunt for a long time and fingered her ass as well. Anna-Lisa was finally very excited, talking dirty to me, but I could not quite get her off. So I took a chance. Without her seeing it, I rolled on a condom and even though she liked being masturbated, I pulled her off the massage table, stood her up, turned her around so I was behind her, leaned her over the massage table, pulled her pussy apart and thrust my stiff cock deep into her in one movement. She gasped and was immediately turned on. I fucked her hard from behind. She suddenly found the energy to push back against me, rocking her hips from side to side. I thrust like I wanted to tear her apart. How dare a woman not come when I was masturbating her! Anna-Lisa was wailing in ecstasy! She hung onto the massage table for dear life as my cock fully penetrated her small twat. I was slapping her buttocks quite hard and loudly as I banged my pelvis against her ass, my battering ram assaulting her cervix. I pulled her long lush hair with both hands. Her head snapped back towards me, her back was arched, the flesh on her hips rolling in waves, her muscular ass clenching tight onto my thumb as I shoved it into her shit-hole. I raped her as roughly and violently as I know how, without inflicting injury. THAT was what Anna-Lisa wanted all along. She finally orgasmed - big time! After all of the teasing, pleasuring and expert manipulation, it was brutal primitive sex that got her off...! I did not come. I was saving that for Jo-Jo. After she calmed down, Anna-Lisa called Jo-Jo for more champagne. Jo-Jo came in and Annilise spoke to her in Chinese and then simply left the room. Jo-Jo asked - 'Now you massage me?' We kissed and wrapped our bodies together for a while like lovers, then I took her sex-clothes off to match my nakedness, lay her on the massage table and enjoyed massaging her youthful, desirable body for the next 90-minutes. I was in no hurry and did not arouse her, wanting to stretch this moment out for as long as possible. I gave her a straight massage, instructing her in what I was doing. She could learn better when I showed her hand movements and she could feel the result at the same time. This is the best way to learn massage. Have the instructor use your body as an example. Jo-Jo was blissed out and totally relaxed. Having given her a toe to tip massage with all of the expertise I could bring to the moment, with her lying naked on her back, I was standing at the head of the table with her flawless face in my hands, her eyes closed in semi-sleep, I bent down and gave her a very sensuous tongue massage to her closed eyelids. It was delicate, personal and something new for both of us. I had never used my tongue to massage eyes before. She moaned in pleasure. This was the cue to start to have my real pleasure with her. I did all of the usual things in sequence. Played with her breasts, scratching, sucking and biting her nipples, squeezing them, pulling on her nipples, rolling them. Lightly scratched my way down to her vulva. Scratched around in there. Massaged her twat deeply without inserting my fingers into her slit. Pushing deeply into her vaginal cavity, massaging deeply around her asshole - all without penetration. Try it some time, women love it! Jo-Jo was playing with my cock and raking her long nails across my bum, pulling on my dick and trying to get it into her mouth. Like Anna-Lisa, Jo-Jo has a small twat. I could get three fingers in, but it was a stretch. Anna-Lisa told me that Jo-Jo was not a prostitute and when I asked her, Jo-Jo also said that she wasn't a hooker. Jo-Jo is a 'Barbie Doll'. She is new, slim, fresh, taught, athletic, full breasted with tits that are large for her body. They really stick out. Her skin is golden/bronze, her lips, nipples and pussy are deep purple. Her nipples stiffen easily and the aureole puckers up - perfect for chewing on - and she loves it. Her pussy is waxed with a little triangle of dense pubic hair above it, leaving her pussy completely smooth. Lifting her legs up and spreading them wide, she held them under her armpits. I spread her pussy with both hands, lowered my head, breathed in her sex aroma, then licked her asshole, continuing the firm lick up to and over her clit, ending by sucking her pubic hair into my mouth clamping my teeth onto it and gently pulling her pubs by the hair. Jo-Jo shuddered. With her legs gathered up as they were, and spread wide her ass was completely open to my gaze and available to me. Her sqishy-wet pussy lay open for my manipulations. I placed my open mouth completely over her asshole and started to suck on it. My tongue ran around the rim and darted in and out deeply. Jo-Jo's bum is a small, soft teenager's ass. I loved squeezing it and rolling it around. It was like kneading dough. The more I deeply massaged her ass cheeks and sucked her sphincter, probing my tongue deeply into it, the more relaxed it became. Holding her ass cheeks wide apart, her hole was fully relaxed and completely open for my inspection. I grabbed her and pulled her to the end of the massage table. Lifting her legs up to her armpits again, and without any condom (I wanted full feeling), I pushed my dripping rampant cock straight up her ass. She gasped, threw her head back and started pulling her own nipples, her mouth wide open, eyes closed, breathing deeply, blood throbbing in her neck arteries and a look of total abandonment. I pushed her legs back further into her armpits, placed one hand on her flat, taught belly, positioned her feet neatly into my armpits and used my other hand to squeeze her ass cheeks and rim around the outside of her asshole as I was plunging deeply into it. Sometimes, I would put that hand behind her neck and pull her face to mine when we tongue kissed. She was doubled up, but because she was so flexible, it didn't matter. It only pushed her ass harder onto my pistoning cock. My cock was deeply into her. She looked perfect at that moment. The perfect porn-star! There should have been a camera there. Her body was locked up with her every muscle straining, pinned by my cock in her ass, where it was quite at home. Jo-Jo couldn't speak much English, she didn't have to. She was fluent in the international language of sex! Asia the Tease It all starts one night at a club, I am doing my usual teasing and seduction with all the men around me, then I notice a man sitting so still in the corner all by himself, so handsome, I find my eyes drifting back to him all evening. Each time I look at him his eyes meet mine and a shiver goes down my spine. I have never had this connection with any of these pussy men. All my adult life I have felt like something was missing but I could never figure it out, but was having a lot of fun trying to. Finally I can't stand it no longer and walk slowly over to his table, gently swaying my hips I see a smirk come across his face that makes me shiver. He points to the seat beside him with out saying a word. I sit down without hesitation keeping my eyes locked on his dark mysterious eyes, my pussy tingling with each passing second, then he motions for a waitress to come over and he order two shots of tequila, she comes back with them and he downs his then motions for me to do the same, I have no problem doing it...he smiles and cocks an eyebrow at me, clearly impressed. He gets up holding out his hand for me and I slowly take it not knowing where he is leading me. We walk out of the bar and down the street a little then he pulls me hard into an ally pushing me hard against a wall, pinning me to it, I can't understand why I am not screaming for my life, this stranger pinning me here...but it is like my voice is frozen. He reaches down with his hand pulling up my skirt and grabbing my thong in one hand and ripping it off, I take in a deep breath as the pain shoots through my body, he then slides a finger deeply in and leans in so close, the smell of him so intoxicating, and whispers "Your soaked little whore, I have been watching you for that past two weeks, watching you take what man you want, making him putty in your hands..." then pushes another finger in deep making me moan "I think you need to be taken down a peg or two." He starts sliding his fingers in and out holding my wrists expertly with just one hand high above my head...a wave of climax hits me, I am almost in shock, I have NEVER come so fast in my life, and now here, with this stranger only a few minutes and I am cuming over his hand. He pulls his hand out and lifts it to my mouth and I stick out my tongue and roll it around them tasting and then suck them hard into my hot mouth. "Mmmmmm." he moans gruffly, then lets my wrists go and backs away from me "Perhaps you will do." is all he says as he walks away. I am left standing there cum dripping down my thighs and in a little shock as I watch him disappear around the corner, all the while wondering when or even IF I would see him again. Nearly a week passes with out a word. I find myself constantly looking around me at all the people hoping that I might catch a glimpse of him. One day after coming back from lunch, one of my co workers stops me holding an envelope. She smiles at me. "So you have a new man huh? Well what a man he is!" she says. My heart starts to pound "You seen him? He was here?" I almost shout at her. I grab the envelope from her tearing it open. "Holy shit girl, he must really have something over you, I have never seen you like this before!" I ignore her and walk past her to my office and sit down taking a deep breath as I open the letter. My little whore, I have been watching you. I have seen you looking around all the time. Your need for me is impressive and just the quality I have been looking for. Meet me outside your office at exactly 7pm. No panties, no bra. I have what you have been searching for, that something that has been missing. Do not be late! R. I lift my head. How could he know? How could he possibly know just how much I felt the need for him? I thought to myself. The rest of the day seemed to drag on and on. My heart started pounding the closer it got to 7. At 10 to 7 I sign off for the day and hurry to the bathroom and quickly take off my bra and panties and freshen up, then head down stairs and out the front door where I stand feeling a little strange with no panties on and the cool breeze blowing up my skirt, making my nipples hard. A long black limo pulls up and a driver gets out and motions to me as he opens the door. I hesitate as I get in and sit on the warm leather seat then my eyes look across and see him sitting there with his arms up on the back of the seat and his legs stretched out. I shift around a little nervous then see him smile. "Why, so nervous my dear? You have been waiting for me, have you not?" he says plainly. I nod my head yes. I jump as he flies up off the seat pinning me to my seat. He leans in close to my face. "Lesson one, when I ask you a question I expect an answer!" then he reaches down to feel between my legs and my pussy is soaked. "Mmmmm I am glad to see you know how to follow instructions." he says as he slips a finger in and I moan. "Ohhh no, not this time. You will have to prove to me that you deserve it." he hisses at me. My body starts to shake with anticipation and excitement of the tone of his voice and the strength of him, which I am not use to. He takes his hand away from me and sits back in the other seat. He wiggles his finger at me to come to him, I start to get up and he shakes his head no. I pause then he points to the floor of the car. A fire starts to burn in my eyes which catches his attention as I slowly get on my hands and knees and crawl over to him and sit at his feet running my hands up his legs then rubbing his cock through his pants. My eyes drift down to his cock that has been growing with each stroke of my hand. My eyes widen at the feel and sight of it. He grabs my hand squeezing it over his cock hard, "Now show me what talents you have IF any." knowing that those words would spur me on. I unzip his pants and wiggle them down, my eyes widen at the sight of it. I have never had a man with a cock so large, I was sure to gag. I lean in and lick my lips brushing my tongue across the head then slowly taking it in my mouth sucking lightly then without any warning he grabs the back of my head slamming it down my throat making me gag hard almost throwing up. I reach up with my hands scratching and clawing at his chest trying to fight for air, I hear him laugh "Well it looks like I have a lot of work to do with you, which I will enjoy immensely!" then he lets go of my head and I sit up quickly taking in deep breaths and without even thinking raise my hand and land a hard slap across his face. I keep my eyes locked to him as I watch a very evil smile cross his lips. What have I gotten myself into? I think as I watch him pull his hand back and slap me back so hard making me fall backwards. My head spinning and a weird feeling starts running through my body, a kind of burning one that I have never felt before. I watch him in silence rubbing my stinging cheek as he puts his cock back in his pants and a disappointing feeling passes over me, but why? This bastard just hit me. I think to myself trying so hard to understand just what it is that my body is trying to say. I sit back in the seat crossing my legs and realizing that I am soaked almost to the point that I think I may have actually had an orgasm. He watches me wiggling around on the seat knowing that I am soaked. "I am going to have a lot of fun with you pet." he says in an evil tone. "Pet?" I question him. "Yes MY pet, MY sexual play toy, my slave, my servant one who is at my beck and call at all times, and will do as I please with her. Own every part of her body, mind and soul." his words roll out of his mouth with such power that it makes me want to rip his clothes off and fuck his brains out right then and there. "But you have A LOT to learn." with that the car comes to a stop and the door opens and we are at my house. My head spinning and my cheek stinging, I step out of the car and he gets over so that he can see me. "Now be a good girl Asia." then the driver shuts the door and they drive off. I lay in the tub soaking my body, so many questions running through my head, like how did he know my name? And where I lived? Where I worked? Pretty much everything about me. Was he a stalker? I couldn't wrap my head around it. I finished my bath and got into bed and turned out the lights. The image of him running through my head. I drift off to sleep. A few days pass, my head still spinning with thoughts of him. Sitting at my desk as the day passes thankful that I have the next week off, then my cell phone rings, I look at it and it is an unknown number, my heart starts to pound again as I flip it open "Ahhhh.... Hello?" I say meekly and my eyes widen as I hear his sexy deep voice "Hello my pet. Write this address down." I grab a pen quickly my hand shaking as write down an address from the other side of town. "Now I know you have the week off and I am expecting you at that address at 7pm sharp, do not bother to bring anything with you. Do you understand?" my heart pounding in my ears. "Yes." I answer softly. "Good girl." Then I hear the click of him hanging up. I jump up from my desk and gather my things and rush home. I grab a quick shower and head out the door, the drive seemed to take forever but I managed to get there a few minutes before 7. I pull into the driveway and it is a beautiful stone home, landscaped lawns almost medieval looking. My hand starts to shake as I reach my hand up and lightly knock on the door. I am a little shocked when the door opens and it is a beautiful Spanish woman in a maids outfit, long dark hair pinned back off her face and beautiful dark eyes, with soft full lips and legs that seemed to go on forever. "Please come in Miss." she says backing away from the door to let me pass. I walk slowly in wondering if he has her here, what on earth am I doing here....my thoughts are broken as I see him coming down a long staircase, my jaw almost hits the floor as my eyes travel over his body, nice tight black leather pants that tie up the front and hang low on his hips and nice tight abs and strong chest, then my eyes meet his and a smile comes across his face. "Well I am glad that you made it on time." he says as he walks over to me slowly, he nods to the maid and she disappears into another room. He walks around me slowly like an animal after its pray, my legs start to shake, he stops in front of me reaching up to unbutton my blouse and I instinctively grab his wrists, he laughs and in one quick motion he spins me around twisting my arm behind me and hitting the back of my knee making me drop to the floor hard...I start cursing at him under my breath and he leans down to my ear. "So you want to play huh?" And as quick as he put me to the floor my other hand comes up and slaps his face, and all I hear is a soft moan out of him. My pussy starts to quiver like it did in the limo. He throws me to the floor grabbing my hair tightly in his hand and starts to pull me along the floor, I try to fight him reaching up and grabbing his wrists and pushing myself with my legs so that he doesn't rip my hair out. We go down a long hall to a small room, he throws me into the middle of the room closing and locking the door behind him. I try to stand up and he rushes over knocking me over again "YOU belong on the floor at my feet teasing whore." he says strongly to me. I jump up with fire in my eyes and my pussy dripping and lunge at him with my fist landing one right on the jaw knocking him over. He sweeps his feet under mine knocking me to the floor and jumps on me pinning me to the floor a little bit of blood in the corner of his mouth. I smirk at him as he wipes it off and sucks his finger. "I knew I would like that spark you have in you, but you need to be broken girl!" he hisses at me. I spit at him and he slaps me so hard that I pass out. When I wake I try to move but find myself strapped to all four posts on the bed face down, and naked. I move my head from side to side to try and see where he is at...then I realize that he is at the end of the bed, I feel so exposed my legs spread wide. I hear you laugh as I feel soft leather straps sliding lightly down my body then lightly brushing past my bald pussy making my hips rise up all on their own. "Mmmmmmm so lets just see how much you can take." he says softly. I turn my head trying to see him "bring it on fucker!" I scream out. He laughs as my body jumps as he cracks the whips in the air above my body. I start to relax thinking this is all for show, then a searing pain burns into my skin over my ass cheeks, I scream out cursing at him and trying to get free again....then another strike....tears fill my eyes as the pain flows over me...then three more strikes right in a row I scream out, my ass on fire I wanted to get free and beat the shit out of him. Then I feel him beside me, I turn my head to look at him and he has this evil little smirk. I spit at him with what energy I have left...he wipes it off and sucks it off his fingers, then reaches down between my legs "My my my, you are a little whore, your fucking soaked. I would say that you got off." he says as he starts pumping his fingers in and out....the pain seems to subside as the pleasure takes over then a wave of orgasm hits and I start moaning hard as I cum all over his fingers, my pussy grabbing at his fingers. "Mmmmmmm and I see you have NO control over your orgasm. That will have to change. You WILL learn that they are no longer for YOUR pleasure but for MY pleasure and I choose when you will have them." I moan in disappointment as he takes his fingers out. He walks back around behind me and lets the whip fly again. "Start counting!" he demands. I bite my lip as the stubborn wild side of me keeps me silent, then I cry out as another strike hits. "They will only get worse you know." he says with a little crackle in his voice at my stubbornness. I scream out as 5 strikes in a row land across my lower back, I shudder hard as I moan out cuming again. My body not knows what to do, pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain, my head starts swimming as another strike hits me and I cum again harder this time. I hear you laughing as I pass out once again. When I wake I find myself cleaned and free, lying on the bed. My back and ass on fire. I hear him coming to the door I sit up as best as I can. Licking my lips, wanting more of him, wanting to taste him. He opens the door and stands there looking at me smiling. "I am glad to see your awake my pet, are you ready for more training?" he says as he walks in untying his leather pants. I nod my head forgetting what he had told me before. He just smiles as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and he stands in front of me rubbing his cock through his pants. "Is this what you want, I know you have been wanting this Asia." I lean my head in and he grabs my hair stopping me. "I suppose you have earned a little taste as a reward. You will find that the more obedient you are the more rewards you will receive." Then lets go of my hair and I reach up pulling his cock out. My eyes widen it is so large that I don't know if I can take it all. I have been told that I was a great cocksucker, but never had one so large before. I take it in my hand and start sucking slowly, rolling my tongue around the head. Running my tongue up and down the shaft, tasting every inch. I hear him moan softly as I take him into my hot wet mouth, slowly sucking him in and out. Trying so hard to take all of him but my throat just will not allow it. I gag each time I try. "If your going to please this cock, you will have to learn to take it all" and with that he grabs my head and forces himself right down my throat and holds me there counting slowly to 10, I dig my nails into his thighs hard as my throat gags trying to get it out. "mmmm fuck your throat is a tight one!" he moans out then starts fucking my mouth fast and hard, I am trying to get air but he is like an animal that lust has taken over. With in minutes I feel a powerful spray of hot sticky cum shooting down my throat, choking me. I hear him let out a great roar of release then pull away from me, a string of cum dripping from his cock. He pushes me back on the bed and my world starts to spin as he gets on his knees and dives between my legs, his hot tongue lapping at my pussy, grabbing my clit ring in his teeth pulling it, sending waves of pleasure that I have never had before in my life. His mouth so soft and moves over my pussy like an expert touching every spot that brings me closer and closer to orgasm. I moan louder and breath faster not caring about anything in the world except for this moment as I start cumming harder then I ever have, arching my back up off the bed. Then as fast as it started he gets up standing between my shaking legs, licking my cum off his lips. "Now get down here and clean me off." he commands. I laugh at him then a different look crosses his face. He reaches down grabbing me by the hair and pulling my mouth towards his cum soaked cock forcing my lips apart, the smell intoxicating as I start sucking, cleaning him all off. Once I have finished he pushes me back to the bed and heads to the bathroom. I get up off the bed and start to follow he whips around and grabs me by the throat leaning in almost touching my lips with his. "Now what do you think your doing my pet? I never told you to move, perhaps a few hours alone will make you obedient." he sneers. He drags me back to the bed and sits on my chest pinning me to the bed. He takes my wrists and binds them to each post I try to kick him hard but he is too strong and fast my pussy aching for him and he knows it. After finishing tying me down he stands there grinning with his arms crossed. "Oh god Asia, what fun we are going to have, and you love it don't you?" he chuckled I could not help myself , "Yes Master." I blurted out "Ohhhh how nice, you at least are learning. I will be back in a little while, give you some time to think and make sure this is what you really do want." And with that he headed out the door. My head spinning out of control, my body soaked and needing him badly...Yes this is what I want....To be his to play with, to be only his....fuck what will the future hold....I drift off to sleep with thoughts of the rest of my life as his slave dancing through my head making my body quiver... Next Chapter in the works... Asia CHAPTER THREE Nick came by the next day after work. He was a mechanic who worked for Marc but he was also a friend. Although he was four years younger, 24, they had grown up together in the same neighborhood, same schools, and same bullies. With his jet black hair that tended to curl at the ends when he was overheated and dark blue eyes, 6 foot 2 in. and perpetually suntanned from working outdoors, he was a heartbreaker, but never seemed to have a girlfriend. He hung out at Candy and Marc's house all the time practically, especially now that Marc had his racing car to rebuild. "Hi pretty lady, what's new?" he asked kissing Candy on the cheek. "Never mind," holding his hand up, "I already heard you have a house guest." Turning to Asia, lifting her hand and kissing it he says, "What a lovely young house guest you are, too." Looking at Candy he goes on, "Yes, Marc told me she doesn't speak any English. What a shame." Candy wondered just what Marc had told him. Nick always hit her as a straight arrow. She didn't think he would go for this type of situation. "Marc's still in the shower and hasn't eaten. Would you like to eat with him Nick? I thought I would eat later with Asia. She seems to be trained to not eat with the men." "That's mighty kind of you Candy if you have enough and I'm not putting you to too much trouble. I seem to always be eating over here. I feel like a mooch." "You are a mooch. A big lovable mooch and I'd have it no other way. Sit down and let me get you a drink or would you rather a beer?" Candy asked. Asia seemed very interested in this new young gentleman but you had to watch her body language to tell. Always keeping her eyes cast down till she was sure he wasn't looking she lurked in corners casting looks when she could holding her arms across her chest tightly betraying how tense she was. Marc came in shortly after Nick arrived. "Hey, I had to look at you all day, what do you want?" 'Don't men talk nice to each other?' thought Candy. "I just had to meet your house guest you were talking about. You didn't say how young she was!" Nick replied. "Yes I did, she's 18." "My ass," Nick huffed. "You're as bad as Candy. Asian's are small and tiny so they all look young for their age. I tell you she's 18," Marc insisted. Nick peered closer at Asia making her blush a lovely pink, which made her look even younger. "If you say so, bro," Nick replied dripping with doubt. Over dinner Nick had Marc tell the story again of how he found her. "What did the authorities do to that man when you told them he was selling her?" Nick asked. "I didn't inform the authorities," Marc said. "Why on earth not?" "They would deport Asia to wherever she came from which is probably worse than here if she came here looking for a home," Marc said. "But you don't know they would send her back and she's being deprived of her language, and you not knowing her language is depriving her of learning English. She can't keep in touch with whatever family she may have, and who knows what else. Why are you holding her hostage?" Nick asked sincerely. "We are not holding her hostage!" Candy cried horrified. "She's only been here two days and she's gone from beaten down and docile to curious and all smiles. She's been shopping for a completely new wardrobe and learned some household techniques. We are working on English already, too, and when she gets enough, she will tell us all we need to know about her. But for now she knows she is safe and cared for here." "I should have known not to buck you Candy. You're protective and nurturing so of course she is safe with you. What was I thinking?" Nick looked down at his empty plate. "I better get going. Early day tomorrow." With one last nod towards Asia, he opened the back door and was gone. Marc went in and flipped on the TV while the girls ate their dinner. Candy felt so primitive eating after the men. She showed Asia again how to load the dishwasher, an art you didn't learn in just one or two sittings and then they went in to join Marc. Asia flew over to sit next to him on the couch and he got a slightly pleased look on his face. "Say honey, since we all sit here in front of the TV every night anyway, let's make a new routine of it by watching a porno flick before anything else. That will get Asia started learning some things by watching and if we see something good we can stop the tape and reenact it getting her involved, too," Marc suggested with eagerness. It was true; although they knew she was no virgin when she came to them, she seemed to have little knowledge. It was as though she had been a vessel to be used, but with no skills. As they watched the tape, Marc began fondling his penis in an off-handed manner until Asia brushed his hand away and imitated him. "I like this part," Marc said about the movie, sliding Asia up to one end of the couch, bending her legs up at the knees until they were next to her head. She was the perfect poseable Barbie doll letting him place her as he pleased. He slowly slid into her pulling back out slightly, and then pushing forward and repeating until she was wet. Then he picked up momentum and you could hear his balls slapping against her. He grabbed her small but perfect breasts and bit the nipples. Taking her by the butt he lifted her up and back down onto his lap raising and lowering her onto his stiff cock. Her waist length hair flowed around them both. He turned her over again; this time on her knees bent over the couch and rammed it in fast and hard stifling her protests with a hand over her mouth and the other one pulling her head back by her hair. Finally, he pulled out of her and pulling her head back even farther came all over her face and hair and then fell away. When he turned away, he noticed Candy sitting there, just watching. "What are you doing? Didn't you do anything? You're supposed to join in or something, at least play with yourself," he yelled. She just got up and left. She wasn't going to be yelled at, least of all in front of another woman. Going into the bathroom she closed and locked the door and started running a bath. 'A nice bubble bath sounds soothing,' she thought. 'It's been the kind of week where every night requires a bubble bath.' Climbing in she scooted down until her neck was on the tub edge and everything was in the water except her head. The hot water was so soothing, she could feel the kinks working their way out and the muscles relaxing... WHAM! The door flew off kilter on its hinges. "You can't lock me out of my own bathroom!" Marc roared. "Just what do you want, Marc. I'm taking a bath. Do you want to watch? Your little Asian isn't in here so I doubt it. Just go away and leave me alone. You don't have any trouble with that most of the time, why now?" Candy bit off. She didn't realize she was so full of anger. She must have been holding it in. "I knew you couldn't handle this, I knew it," crowed Marc. "If you think you knew so much then why are we in this situation? Because you didn't care and did it anyways? Is that it Marc? I'm going to ask you one more time, go away and let me have my bath. If you want to talk after that, then let's talk. Not fight, yell, scream or cry, just talk." "Okay," Marc said, and with that he stalked out. She took a long bath putting off the inevitable. Eventually she donned a robe, put her hair up and walked in to the kitchen table, the neutral spot where they usually talked. "You start since you started the yelling over me watching you screw," Candy said. "Damn it, don't get me started again! You know you're supposed to join in. Why didn't you?" he asked. "I didn't feel like it. I wanted to be the voyeur for a change. You can't force me to do that anymore than you can force me to have sex," she answered, quite proud of herself. It sounded pretty good although she wasn't quite sure that was the whole reason. It was hard to be turned on by all that rough sex he was getting into lately. "Well, I just didn't want to hear any complaints about getting left out," Marc started. "Oh, you can get that all right! I do feel left out. Everything you do, you initiate with Asia. I'm left to do something either with her or by myself. Is that how it's going to be from now on?" she asked. "I hadn't noticed that. I'll pay more attention, but I find that hard to believe," he blustered. "Well, just think back to the last time you and I had sex and you'll see," she said and got up from the table and left for bed. CHAPTER FOUR Marc and Candy have been trying to work on the language barrier. Not knowing what dialect she speaks they can't very well go get professional advice, tapes or anything so using the point and repeat method (Candy's method) she puts several items out on top of the bar and pointing at one, says its name three times. Then she points at Asia and she tries to say it three times. She thinks it's a game and they get to roaring it's so funny sometimes. But she is making a little progress. She can say their names, Marc and Candy, although the pronunciation is off, and understands some basics commands like sit down, come here, go bye bye, or simple requests. But that's the only time she tries to say anything. It's as though she refuses to try until she's sure she has it right. With time, she should pick up speed. One afternoon when Candy was putting away some shoes in the closet, she ran across a basket of adult toys that she kept on the floor. She got it out and removed her old favorites. Lying propped up against the headboard, she pulled the top of her dress down and started playing with her nipples. She wasn't really in the mood, just wanted to see if she could be. Then she started squeezing them. Asia walked in just then and caught her. At first Candy was startled, but after weeks of watching porn films she guessed Asia shouldn't be shocked. She came right in and climbed up on the bed, moved Candy's hand away from one tit and put her mouth to it suckling it. It felt sooooo good, she hoped she wouldn't stop! Then she started putting more suction into it, harder and more of her breast into her mouth. "Asia, oh honey that feels soooo good! Please don't stop sweetheart!" She could feel the juices flowing to her groin. Candy picked up the dildo she had gotten out and lifted her dress, when Asia, without removing her mouth from the tit, took it from her hand and with her other hand felt for the moist opening and pushed it in a little ways. She started moving it in and out, just as she'd seen in the movies! Candy came harder than she had in several years and fast. They watched blowjobs on the porn movies all afternoon. Candy worked with her using her dildo for a prop. 'It's not that hard, she must have it now!' Candy thought after a full afternoon at it. They wanted to surprise Marc. That night when he got home, "Candy! Asia! Where is everybody?" Marc called. The house was dark with all the shades and drapes drawn and not one light on in the house. They both popped out of the office totally nude. Candy took everything out of his hands while Asia started pushing him towards the bathroom taking his clothes off as they went. "Sweetheart, just relax, we're going to give you a shower tonight," Candy tried to soothe. It seemed to make him more suspicious. He wasn't very cooperative so it took them a while to get him in the shower, but then he got a very interesting one! She soaped him down and Asia rinsed him off. Candy took his dick in her hand and then in her mouth. After a few minutes Asia took over. This surprised Marc so much she saw him fight off a spasm. He looked surprised with his head back against the shower wall moaning, holding Asia's head tight against his crotch. You might think he was enjoying it! I guess she learned that lesson well. Later that evening he was lying on the couch watching television, relaxing. Asia was snuggled in next to him and Candy could see she wanted more attention than she was getting. She started removing her clothes. Then she sat on his lap! That did it. Candy guessed something popped up when she sat on his lap because he picked her up and set her down again screwing her. He was very rough, pushing and pulling her around by her hair. He stood up and dropped her to the floor pulling her high up on her knees. Then, very fast, he rammed it in her ass. She let out a scream and reared up. He pushed her back down and pulled her head up by the back of her hair. He then proceeded to thrust into her hard and fast holding onto her hair as if they were reins. Although she tried to hide it, she was crying out it hurt so bad. Candy didn't think this was the kind of attention she had wanted. Shortly it was over and she went off to the bathroom to clean up. A very subdued Asia came out a few minutes later. She never made her wants known again. Now Candy sat through all of that thinking she should stop it, but she saw the lesson in it and didn't. However, even more than that, she was sure that Marc would not stop anything just because she objected to it. Painful as it was, this was the first time that realization actually dawned on her. If he wanted Asia, he was going to have her, any way he wanted her. "Marc, have you ever noticed that if one of us goes to do something to ourselves, like play with my tit or you play with your dick, Asia comes running up to do it for us?" Candy asked. "Now that you mention it I had noticed that, about me at least. I don't see you that much. Why?" "I have this theory. It's the only thing that makes sense! She's from Indonesia!" she exclaimed. "What?" Marc asked confused. "Remember I told you that decapitation is the punishment over there for masturbation? Well, she did the same for me today when I got out the old toys! She doesn't want us to be hurt or to lose us or whatever!" "Well if that's true we'll have to get her over that. Sometimes it's preferable to take matters into your own hands," Marc said with a grin. "I know. I have been for a long time. That will be a major hurdle, though. That's like culture, ingrained in them. Maybe time will resolve it," she responded. Over the months following, Marc found a few other ways to make Asia fun for him. He enjoyed going to the mall, the real big one, and girl watching, like every other red-blooded male. He took Asia with him once since she was begging to go anyway. She stayed quiet and just looked around too, so it was working out fine. He eventually saw a woman out in the parking lot with several packages, that was very hot and he reached into his pants. Asia beat him to it. She reached in pulling his cock out and began giving him a blowjob right there in the car. She was getting very good at them with some fine-tuning Marc gave her. With her blowjob and that woman getting her purchases in her trunk, Marc really enjoyed the mall. When Marc and Candy get interested in their hobbies, they'll stay at them forever. He combs E-bay and the Internet for Classic Cars and Candy collects erotic literature. She writes romance novels at home and gets some of her best ideas from the literature she picks up this way. One day, Asia sat down on the floor by Marc's desk, rubbed his cock, put it in her mouth and started sucking on it. You have to hand it to her, she can suck on his dick forever and, of course, he just loves it. It is so relaxing for him it takes him a long time to come, but Asia doesn't mind. She just keeps sucking, licking and squeezing his balls. Eventually, Marc remembers what's up and comes. CHAPTER FIVE It was Sunday. Every Sunday they had roast. It made a nice big meal with very little work and was Candy's favorite, too. Nick usually came by and stayed to eat so there was enough for everyone. Asia was making up the beds with new sheets and caught Candy as she went by in the hall. Pointing towards Candy's makeup table Asia asked, "Me try?" She spent every day watching Candy put on her makeup so she saw no reason not to let her try it. "Okay Asia. Let me help you finish the beds and I'll watch in case you need my help, alright?" Asia nodded her agreement, eyes wide with excitement. While they were tucking in sheets, Candy looked at Asia grinning and asked, "You wouldn't be getting pretty for Nick would you?" Asia ducked her head turning pink but answered, "Pretty, yes." When she finished doing her makeup, she looked like a china doll. So sophisticated, but still innocent. She wore a dark blue caftan with lotus blossoms on it, and truly looked the part of their oriental blossom. Candy heard a knock on the back door. "Come on in Nick," Candy called, waiting to see his face. "Can't even answer the door for a guy, my, my..." then he caught sight of Asia. She turned her eyes to the floor. His greedily took her in head to toe. Candy just grinned ear to ear it was so comical. "Close your mouth, Nick, mind the flies. What were you saying about my door?" "Oh, nothing Candy. You think you're so funny, don't you," kissing her on the cheek. "Asia, you look beautiful today," handing her a flower he picked from Candy's garden. "Look what I found Candy," he said being animated again. "They were at a yard sale for practically nothing so if they aren't right it doesn't matter, but if they are..." He laid out some tapes and booklets of Indonesian language. "Let's play the first one and see how she reacts," he said excitedly. "Okay!" Candy was infected too. She started clearing off the stereo and put the first tape in pushing play. "Sit down, Asia. Listen," Nick said. The tape started in English and we listened to the directions. It was how to learn Indonesian, not the other way around. Then it started. They both watched her as her eyes got big, her smile widened and she started talking a stream of something they couldn't decipher. They were so happy for her they laughed along with her. They were both trying to imagine how it would feel to go so long without hearing your own language spoken from another human voice. "Lets let her just listen to those as much as she wants for now," they both started to say at the same time and laughed. "Where's the old man? Out with his girlfriend?" asked Nick. "Where else? They have a standing Sunday date you know that. Go on out. In fact, do me a favor and take him another beer and yourself one, too." "Okay, thanks hon. Umm umm! That roast smells good already." And out the door he went with a wink for Asia. Candy went about her Sunday chores, laundry, glancing in at Asia babbling back at the stereo, enjoying her obvious pleasure. Listening to the unusual words, she enjoyed the strange melody and cadence to them. They were pleasant to listen to. Then she noticed Asia was trying out the English words, so she went back in the living room and showed her how to back up the tape so she could go over it until she got it. This seemed to please Asia very much, but Candy wondered if she had done the right thing after listening to it for a while. 'This may call for an aspirin soon,' she thought. She actually found herself learning some Indonesian as well. Candy grabbed three beers and went out back to the workshop to see what the guys were doing with Marc's girlfriend, a Chevy Camaro, IROC Z28. They were rebuilding it. She told them she didn't understand why, they would just beat it up again. But they just got those disgusted looks and ignored her. Sometimes they had no sense of humor. "How's Asia doing?" Nick asked before she even arrived. "She's finished talking to it and has started learning English from it. I showed her how to back up the tape to make it easier and she's just going to town," Candy answered. Marc said, "Hell, I bet she can carry on a conversation by dinnertime! Don't be teaching her too much, now! We'll never shut her up!" Asia "I found myself learning a few words of Indonesian just while working and half listening," Candy replied. She recited some for them and their meanings. Cinta--------------love Foto---------------photograph Ganteng---------handsome Suka--------------------to like "That's pretty good, Candy. I think it would mean a lot to her if we could talk to her in her own language!" Nick said excitedly. "Maybe I can come over and learn those, too?" "Why bother, Nick. She's gonna learn English and that's good enough," moaned Marc. For some reason he didn't like to see Nick going out of his way for Asia. "It couldn't hurt, Marc, and it would make her feel more at home," Candy agreed. "I'd like to learn them too, just for the fun of it, so I'll do it with you Nick. Let's start tonight after dinner. Asia can laugh at us for a change." And after dinner, that's just what they did. They gathered up the booklets that came with the tapes and read them aloud so they knew how the program worked and started the first tape. Asia laughed and laughed at their mispronunciation and then became quite the teacher sounding it out slowly for them until they got it. Then they did it in reverse for her. So the three of them were learning quickly, together. Marc had gone back out to the workshop after dinner. He wanted nothing to do with it. CHAPTER SIX They were invited to Larry and Wanda's pre-wedding party. It was to be a combination bachelor/bachelorette party and since they knew both the future bride and groom, they were looking forward to it. Larry and Wanda had met Asia and there would be many people so she shouldn't stand out so they decided to take her. She would love it. Larry and Wanda had a beautiful California split-level home where the party was being held. Cars were parked down the street for two blocks when they got there. The party was out back where there was a patio with a large built-in barbecue grill/smoker going full force. The usual patio furniture was scattered around. Stairs led up from there to a room-size deck that was screened in. It had a full wet bar and four stools, a small color television for the games and across from there was a wicker settee and two chairs with enough padding to fall asleep on. Back downstairs was the pool surrounded by a small deck with tikki torches all around. Marc and Candy knew some of the people there so they mingled and talked. Marc went up to the bar and got them some Mai Tai's for the tropical atmosphere. Someone turned the music up and people started dancing so they did, too. Asia loves to dance and is always dancing at home. The three of them danced together until Candy pooped out and sat down for a while. Marc doesn't usually last long either but Asia can talk him into it longer than Candy can. Someone had sporadically set poles into the ground. Candy was trying to figure out what kind of game they were to be used for when different dance music started. The dancers ran out, found their place at one of the poles, and in unison, began their dancing. They were good! They actually knew how to dance as a group. Definitely not your typical strippers. After that number, they all spread out and worked as individuals, but it was a great beginning. The girl in front of them made it personal. She looked directly at Asia with large, limpid, brown eyes. Asia looked right back. She was hooked from the very first number. The dancer's movements were precise and fluid. She lowered her eyes putting her hand on the button holding her top, raised just her eyes, and then popped the button. Her top came off and down in front of Asia in one movement. She moved her hands slowly down over her breasts, stomach and to her sides without touching. She rested her hands on her hips at the top of her shorts and her eyes rested on Candy. Candy thought those brown eyes were smoldering, and she drew in her breath sharply. Slowly rotating her hips to the music, she slid her shorts down to her ankles. Smiling seductively at Candy, she stepped out of them, slinging them to her hands and then to Candy's feet. With nothing but a g-string, left she looped around the pole, did the splits, came up and landed in front of Marc spread-eagled flipping her hair and moving her arms to the music. Marc felt strange not tipping, but Larry said they were getting all of that at the end of the party. Guests weren't to worry about it, just dump a large contribution in the bucket by the bar. Therefore, he began to maneuver his way up to the deck to do just that. "Do you want another drink Candy, I'm going that way." "Yes, please, thanks. Look at Asia trying to dance. She's really not bad." She was imitating not only what she'd seen the dancer do, but also what the group had done at the beginning. She was really quite good. "No, she's not," he said. 'And she looks sexier than the dancer did,' he thought. He left a generous amount in the bucket to help expenses and was coming back with two drinks noticing all the topless dancing guests when he saw his Asia dancing topless, three men around her trying to get some kind of attention from her, he couldn't hear what, and she's still trying to get out of her pants! Candy can't break through so he hands her the drinks. She gulps one down. Marc pushes through. "Excuse me guys, pardon me. It's time for us to go. Asia, come on. Go bye bye." Asia grabs her clothes in one hand and Marc's hand with the other. "Aw, man we were just trying to get to know her." "Another time," Marc said. They made their way out and then down the street to where they parked the van. Climbing in and closing the doors, they leaned back and breathed a sigh of relief. Candy started laughing. "What?" said Marc. She just held up the two glasses she still held in her hand. He burst out laughing, too. Marc had been a little turned on by Asia's dancing but he was hotter over the other guy's getting hot for her, too. The dancing turned on Candy. They looked at each other. "You want to have some fun in the van?" Marc rasped. "I don't think I can make it home." "I have a better idea. Do we still have the camping equipment in here?" Candy asked. "Yeah. I'm on my way," Marc started the van. Marc looked in the rear view mirror. "Honey, is she okay like that?" Candy looked back and started laughing again. Asia had no clothes on, just sat holding them in her lap. She motioned to them. "Get dressed, Asia." Asia looked sheepish and hurriedly got dressed again, muttering under her breath in her own language. Marc stopped for gas and a few supplies and they were on their way to the nearest campground, which was all of thirty minutes away. They pulled into their favorite campsite near a stream and got out. Asia had never been here. "Let's just get the sleeping bags out. I don't think we need the tent, there are no people around, it seems, and it's beautiful out! I think clothing should be optional, too," Mark said. Candy got the bags out and unrolled them to sit on, leaving them zipped so they wouldn't get dirty. "Asia, come here. Undress now," she said, standing next to the van shedding her own clothes as she spoke. Asia looked puzzled but did as she was told. Marc had been gathering wood to add to the fire that previous campers had obviously used. "Let's go see if the water is cold," Candy called. "You two go ahead. I want to get a fire built -- to keep my fires burning," he murmured the last. You could see the water from there. There was a full moon and it glowed off the water in an eerie way. You could see the reflections of the trees in it making the forest look dense and scary. Candy took Asia's hand and started towards it. When Asia noticed it she said, "Water," excitedly and tried to walk faster. But without a flashlight, Candy wouldn't go any faster at night. She wanted the nocturnal creatures to have a chance to get out of her way. When they got there, Asia rushed right in splashing and laughing. "So I take it it's not cold," Candy said. "Cold, no," Asia said shaking her head. Candy got in, too. It felt wonderful, almost like bath water. She dipped down tilting her head back until she was all wet. Asia followed her lead. In the moonlight Asia looked like some primitive princess with water dripping off her dark skin. Her wet, perky breasts were especially attractive to Candy in this muted light. She touched her shoulder. Asia looked at her and recognizing the need stood still, not yet knowing what she wanted. Candy reached up and caressed her breast; then a moment later bent over to suckle the other. She loved Asia's small breasts. They were so round, firm and smooth. Tramping through the brush disturbed the peaceful interlude. Next they heard a camera shutter. "You ladies look beautiful like that in the moonlight. I'm glad I had a camera," Marc said. "The fire is going if you will join me." He had taken off his clothes too, and looked as though his fires had not yet gone out. He had the fire going good. The flames were dancing high and hot. Candy pulled the bags back from the heat a little before they sat down. "Hot," Asia said. "Yes," said Candy pulling Asia's hair back and running her hand through it. They all stared into the flames mesmerized. Glancing at Marc, she noticed how bronzed he looked by the light of the fire. "You handled those men at the party well, Marc." "They were just horny. Got all worked up by the dancers and then a young beauty like our Asia...well," he shrugged it off. "Still, I couldn't do it. It took your touch," she pressed. "Saya cinta Kamu," said Asia softly touching her finger to herself, pressing her hand over her heart and then pointing at Candy. "I think she just told us she loves us," Candy said awed. Marc touched, opened his arms wide and Asia rushed into them burying her face against his chest. Then he looked at Candy and she came, too. They sat that way a while with him rubbing their backs until it gradually became a caress and traveled farther. He lifted Candy's chin and kissed her, lightly at first, then deeper almost as an afterthought. Asia had moved down in his lap and was sucking first one ball, then the other gently moving between. Her hand was going up and down his still firm shaft, lingering at the tip before descending again. She switched her mouth for that hand, her tongue flicking the tip causing it to sway a bit before she went down again. Candy sat next to them playing with the nipple on one breast and watching Asia's tongue-work. Marc stopped her suddenly, lifted Asia high on her knees and entered her ass. Her face came up fast in pain. Candy stopped playing and turned away until she heard Marc groan in that way that meant he was finished. Once he caught his breath, Marc said, "Let's run down to the water and wash off." "Water?" asked Asia. "Yeah, that sounds refreshing," Candy said rising and holding a hand out for Asia. They dived in this time and came up laughing and giggling. It was a little colder this time, either from the late hour or the warm fire they just left. Either way it was mighty refreshing! Marc started swimming on his back and Asia took the opportunity to splash him. He started floundering amidst the girls' laughter until he got his footing and started splashing both of them. They eventually all fell asleep on the sleeping bags climbing inside as it got colder. Marc awoke at dawn, dressed and aroused the girls. "Come on, time to go home." They didn't want to get out of the sleeping bags because of the cold. He finally brought their clothes to them and they dressed inside the bags and then got out. Candy threw the bags in the van claiming she would roll them up at home where it would be warmer. Rolling down the highway Asia fell back asleep. "Did you have fun?" Candy asked. "What do you mean, the whole night?" Marc queried. "Yes, well, no, I meant camping, but I guess the party, too. Isn't that funny, I forgot about it," she said. "Well I enjoyed the whole night although camping was a little surreal," Marc commented. 'There's a word he never used before,' she thought. Then aloud, "I totally agree with that." When they pulled up to the house, Nick was on the front steps waiting for them. Getting out of the van Marc greeted him, "Hey buddy, you been there all night?" "Practically," said an angry Nick. "Where were you? I thought you went to a party." "Whoa man, I don't recall that I need to answer to you. What's with the angry questions? Somebody lock you out of your house? If not, go home," said a now very angry Marc, who unlocked the house and stomped inside with Nick right behind him. Asia and Candy decided to stay outside. They got the sleeping bags, shook them out, rolled them up, tied, and stowed them away in their place in the van. Then there was nothing more to keep them out so they went in slowly looking around. There were no loud voices. Finally they saw them in the corner of the living room at the bar having a drink together at this time of the morning. "Made up? asked Candy tentatively. "This crazy bastard actually thought something happened to us," Marc said in wonder. "Did you tell him we went camping?" asked Candy. "Yes, he didn't believe me until he looked out and saw you two with the sleeping bags." "Water," said Asia. Nick just melted as he always did when Asia said anything. "What is she talking about," he asked. "We camped by a stream and..." Candy started. "And we put our feet in the water," finished Marc looking at Candy pointedly. She got the point belatedly. "You should tell him about Asia and that crazy party, Marc," she laughed. He glowered. She guessed she said something else wrong. Marc told him an abbreviated version leaving Asia's clothes on and making lighter of the horny men. Nick still had a fit. "You should have known she was much too young for that sort of party. What if you had stepped away for a moment? She could have really been frightened," he lectured. "Aw Nick, you are really starting to sound like an old man," said Candy. "Come on Asia. You need a bath. Bath." She took her into the bathroom and started her water then went with her to get a change of clothes out of her room. When she was all set, she closed the door leaving her alone. She was looking for her own change of clothes when she started listening to the men's conversation in the other room. Nick:I'm really starting to wonder if there isn't something more going on around here with Asia than what you want everyone to believe. I mean, who takes in an 18-year-old and all their expenses for nothing in return? Marc:You know what a Good Samaritan Candy is, and she could use the company. We could have taken her to one of those church groups or whatever but that just seems inhumane to her. Nick:I don't like this not telling the authorities and giving her some authenticity. It's like she's not a real person. I'm really starting to care for her and would like to start thinking about seeing her, but she's not even a person. How could she ever have a husband and children if she's not legal? Marc:I think you should give her more time. She is young for all that and she needs a chance to learn English and be able to really communicate before foisting any other futures on her. She's safe here and knows she's loved and that's enough for now. That was scary talk! If Nick felt that strongly he would be around a lot more and they would have to be a lot more careful. On the other hand, it would be so nice for Asia if she felt the same way. She sure seemed taken with him. Candy needed to talk with Marc! CHAPTER SEVEN It took some time to build but the anticipation was pure foreplay. The pool came just in time for the hot, sticky weather. Marc started acting more excited than Candy. Asia got excited about everything so it was harder to judge with her. With their privacy fence, Candy was hoping to feel safe going skinny-dipping. Their first afternoon out they had their poolside drinks, towels, music, lotion, everything they could possibly need. Candy had been swimming underwater and upon coming up found Marc was on the air mattress getting a blowjob. So she clung to the side of the pool watching the changing expressions on Marc's face. Asia hung on the side of the mattress with only her upper body out of the water. 'We really need at least one more air mattress,' she grumbled to herself. 'I'm jealous. For once just admit it. I'm God damn jealous and I don't care who knows it,' still to herself. She pulled out of the pool and stomped into the house, fixed a strong drink and went back to the pool. Sitting on the side, since there was no raft, she sipped her drink and watched her husband, once again, getting off. She wondered where Asia got all her patience for him. Especially since he did absolutely nothing for her except hurt her, and badly sometimes. It seemed to be getting worse, too, and that worried her. Things were getting worse as far as a threesome also. That never got started and now never would, as she wanted no part of it. Finally, he's done. He takes forever when getting a blowjob, I vaguely remember that. After playing out in the sun all afternoon, they hung their suits over the deck railing to dry out and sat with a drink in the deck chairs enjoying the sun going down. The 8-foot privacy fence around their backyard made it unlikely that anyone would be popping their head over it, but somehow they only felt safe at night. They locked the back gates so there wouldn't be anyone coming in from the front yard either. It was fairly secure, but still had that little element of danger. Marc felt secure in his nudity no matter where he was. Candy had a touch of exhibitionist in her, but mostly in her fantasy life. Asia was all nudist. She was with Marc; clothing was for the birds. Candy slipped back in the pool to enjoy it in the darkness that had fallen. She reached a couple of fingers inside her bathing suit and began stroking her clit. When she realized she was next to the jet stream of water pumping into the pool she situated herself over it so it would do the work and quickly came, it was so strong. She could see Asia down on her knees between Marc's legs at his deck chair, her head going up and down very fast, her hands working his balls. His head was laid back and his mouth was open in ecstasy, groaning. He reared up once, then once more, Asia went all the way down and held on as he reared up once more and was coming in her mouth and down her chin. She took him out and rubbed it all over her breasts, rubbing the come into her flesh, and then flicking the tip of his penis with her tongue making him jump slightly. Candy went over, sat in one of the deck chairs, and drank a drink down. Now she felt better. Motioning her over, Asia came to the foot of her chair and Candy patted her lap for her to sit there. It was perfectly quiet and very dark except for the full moon and the tikki torches lit around the pool. They heard leaves rustling over by the fence. They froze but didn't hear anything more. Probably an animal. They went back to their drinks. Next they heard footsteps walking away. They tried looking over the fence, but it was too dark to see anything. "Sound carries at night. It probably wasn't even near here," Marc said, unconvincingly. CHAPTER EIGHT Their lives had settled into a routine now and Asia was definitely a part of the family. Her English was getting better and better. She was still a little shy about using it though except with Candy and Nick. They had continued their lessons in Indonesian but could only manage Sunday nights so hadn't progressed very far. The racecar was up and running which meant Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights were spent at the track. Nick and a couple other mechanics were the pit crew, and of course, Marc drove. Candy used to worry the whole time but she got over that after a while, settled back, yelled, and cheered with everyone else. They all went and had fun, but after the first time in the pits Candy and Asia had to sit in the stands with the rest of the people. Asia was terrified being that close to the cars. She loved the excitement and watching the action as long as she was a safe distance away. After the races were over, they would join the men down in the pits to celebrate and drink beer, or commiserate and drink beer. Asia One night when Marc was off with some of the other drivers Nick sat talking with Candy and Asia. Candy could sense there was something he wanted to say, he wasn't just there for the company but he seemed to be having trouble getting it out. Finally, "Candy, I found this little place I think Asia would love and would probably do her a world of good, too. It's the Indonesian Community Center. I guess there are quite a number of her people in our area and they developed this center to help with their differing needs in adjusting to the cultural differences. One of the things they offer is teaching English, although she is doing very well so far. But it might give her a sense of self that she's probably lacking, not to mention being able to talk to others in her own language. What do you think? I already have an idea what Marc will think but your opinion is important to me," he frowned at that last. Candy didn't have to think for a minute. She didn't see any worries about it. "I think it's just a wonderful idea, Nick! Where's it at? Give me the information and I'll take her by to visit and see how she likes it tomorrow," she enthused. "Don't you think Marc will object, or aren't you going to tell him?" "Why should he object?" she asked. The only thing she could think of to worry about would be if Asia told someone her role in the household included the master bed, but she couldn't see that coming up and Asia just seemed too delicate to mention something like that anyway. It never came up with Nick, for instance. "Well he's always so worried about her getting deported," Nick spit out. "I doubt that her own people are going to deport her. After all, if they're as helpful as you say they probably know how to help her become a citizen," she finished brightly. She could see he hadn't thought of that as the light dawned on his face, his eyes grew bright, and he started smiling a big broad grin. Now this would work into his own plans. "So you're not going to tell him?" "I don't tell him everywhere we go...at least not until we get back. No need to argue before there's a need, so don't you go slipping up or I'll be in hot water. I didn't hear about it from you or you'll be looking for a new job." "I have no idea what you're talking about. Here's their business card with the address. Do you want a soda, Asia?" he asked, and at her bright nod, they took off for the concession stand. Candy's mind was whirling. That really did sound like a great place for Asia to socialize with her own people as well as get Americanized, enough to be more independent anyway. What would Marc think? She knew he wouldn't like it but not for any of the reasons she and Nick mentioned. Marc wanted Asia all to himself, totally dependent, unable to turn to anyone else, unaware how badly he treated her because she wasn't around enough other people to see that wasn't the norm. No matter what she told him about the place, unless they were teaching her new sexual positions, he was going to have fits. Oh well, she was having her way this time. It was for the best. After all, Asia is a human being, not a pet. This threesome thing had never really become that and although she had misgivings from the beginning, it wasn't her fault. She had made herself available and played at least some of the time, but she was never included or even looked at during his sexual conquests with Asia. He didn't want a threesome. He wanted someone he could do what he wanted with. From where she stood, he didn't even get off on having her as an audience. What would he do when he tired of Asia? Marc walked up on her thoughts and scared her to death. She felt as though he could read what she was thinking about him at that moment because his face looked like a thundercloud. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Where's Asia? You're supposed to be looking after her," he growled. "She's not an infant, she's a grown woman, but if you must know she and Nick went to the concession stand for a soda. Did you think to bring me a beer or are we not thinking of me again today?" she asked snippily since she felt guilty. "No I didn't bring you one, but if you want one I'll walk back to the pits with you," he said slowly as if he were talking to a two-year-old. "Never mind, I'll wait till I get home and get a real drink, thank you." Nick and Asia walked up just then chatting and holding hands, swinging them as they walked. They looked like any other happy couple but Candy was horrified on the inside although she had a smile pasted on her face. She knew what this would bring on with Marc. She glanced at him and his face had turned even blacker. As they got closer and saw Marc, they stopped dead. Asia looked terrified. She knew Marc's wrath even if she didn't know what had brought it on this time. Nick grew angry himself at the sight of him. The only thing that could make a man this unreasonably angry would be if what he thought he saw and heard at their fence was true. He had suspected, checked it out, and still had trouble believing it of his long time friends, but this cinched it. He waited for Marc to say something trying to get some civility back in his own attitude. But Marc surprised them all and didn't say a thing, just turned around and strode off to get his car ready to go home. "Nick, maybe you shouldn't go back there just yet," Candy said catching his shoulder as he started to follow. "I have to, it's my responsibility and if I wait too long it will be done. It doesn't take long. It will be okay. We'll meet you back at the house," he said squeezing her hand and with that strode off, too. Asia looked at Candy and pleaded, "What's wong? Marc mad!" Candy didn't know how to answer and finally decided on the truth. "Marc's jealous, Asia. He's jealous of Nick. He doesn't like you and Nick together," she told her. "Oh," she said and sadly looked down. Candy hadn't seen her that way since the first day she arrived. She remained docile and sad all that day. The trip home was quiet. The men got the car put up when they got there, but there was to be no dinner there for Nick that night. Marc came in alone. He showered, fixed himself a drink and sat at the kitchen table across from Candy and her drink. "Where's Asia now?" Marc asked. "She went in her bedroom," Candy answered. "Why did you let them go off together today? You know his intentions towards her. He wants to take her away, we can't let him do that, and then you just let him walk off with her. What were you thinking?" he started accusing. "What are you talking about? There's nothing wrong with what they were doing and we have no hold on her anyway. She doesn't belong to us. She's of age if you aren't lying about how old she is. Nobody you get in here is going to stay forever and I wouldn't think you would want them to; wouldn't you get a little tired of them? I know you sure got tired of me quick. I'm going to take a bath. Find someone else to blame your problems on," she answered tiredly. Marc couldn't believe the way Candy was talking back to him the last few days. She never did that before. She always tiptoed around him and tried to be so diplomatic no matter how he charged her. He even enjoyed the game of seeing how hard he could make it for her. But this wasn't fun; it was just plain trading punches. There was nothing feminine about this. What was it they used to call it? Fishwife. That's what she sounded like, a fishwife. He wasn't going to have that! She went into the bathroom and sat on the commode lid turning on the faucet to the tub. Letting it fill and pouring in bubbles she rubbed her temples and tried to think of how she got herself into this mess and how she could get out of it. Climbing into the tub she lay back to soak. She may have dozed off for a moment, but the next thing she knew she was startled up by a scream. Jumping out of the tub and wrapping a towel around her she ran into the hall. She followed the sounds of crying coming from Asia's room. Pushing the door open she found Asia sprawled across her desk Marc atop her with the now customary handful of hair in one hand and evidently a belated hand covering her mouth as he slammed into her anally. Candy's desk accessories were all over the floor but it looked as though Asia's face had collided with some of them as she could see bruises coming out already on her beautiful almond skin. There were big droplets coming down from her eyes. She usually was able to hold in the pain so well that Candy knew he had overdone it this time. "Marc, get off her at once. This has gone too far now!" Candy commanded. He just turned her way and leered at her, turned back and rammed harder quickly finishing and then shoved Asia away from him. As he did so Candy could see that she was bleeding rectally. She rushed over and held her in her arms to comfort her. Marc stalked out getting in his car and taking off. Candy lifted Asia up and took her into the bathroom putting her in the tub she had just abandoned gently bathing her and crooning until she calmed down. Once out of the bath Asia got hold of herself and went to dress. She seemed self-composed and resigned to her fate, whatever that was. Candy, once she wasn't needed, began shaking and couldn't stop. She went to the living room and fixed herself a stiff gin and tonic, tossed it down, and then fixed another one. What was she to do? She couldn't control her man; he was used to doing whatever he pleased, whenever he pleased. Asia was his possession as far as he was concerned and not his wife or anyone else was going to tell him different. For the first time since Asia came to stay with them, Candy was very scared. Not because of a threesome she couldn't take, or jealousy, or feeling left out, unloved, not any of those although any one would fit. No, because Marc was acting irrationally, could get them arrested acting like this and she was powerless to stop him. It had gone too far. Asia came into the living room dressed and appearing calm. She gave a quick hug to Candy and said, "Thank you, Candy, for helping me." "I didn't do much. I'm trying to think what we can do but I don't know," she said shrugging her shoulders to help express her words. Asia nodded her understanding and said, "Its okay. I okay. Marc not be mad at me no more." Evidently Asia had a plan of her own as limited as that may be. Candy gave her a big squeeze and wished she had some answers. If she were braver, she would pack up and leave taking Asia with her. However, she knew her husband and that would be her death sentence. She even considered letting Nick in on the dilemma, but couldn't do that. That would be Nick's death sentence. No, they would have to bide their time, keep things as cool as they could, and wait for their opportunity. Asia slept in her own bed that night. They both felt that would be safest. Candy stayed up until midnight then gave up and went to bed, too. Her mind was going too fast for her to sleep though. She was planning the trip to the Indonesian Community Center tomorrow. She didn't know what exactly she hoped to find there, but somehow she thought it might have an answer. She was still awake when Marc came in at 2:20 a.m. He looked in the bedroom then walked down the hall and looked in Asia's room before coming back. He dropped his clothes at the side of the bed and climbed in. "I know you're still awake. If you ever order me about like that again it'll be your sorriest day on earth. I've decided to tell Nick he's off the team. He's also not welcome over here anymore. And if he has trouble with that he can find a new job, too." And with that he rolled over and was snoring in no time. CHAPTER NINE Candy was so nervous getting breakfast that morning she was sure Marc would know something was up. Asia stayed away totally making the beds and only coming into the kitchen when she had to bring something in there. But he was so wrapped up in himself that he just figured everyone was afraid of him now and he lorded it over them. Finally, he left for work and Candy told Asia to hurry and get ready to go bye bye. They hopped in the car and took off for the address on the card Nick had given her yesterday. That seemed so long ago, so much had happened. Asia was catching Candy's excitement and so they were both feeling much better by the time they pulled up to the little stucco building with the big sign across the side that read "Indonesian Community Center". Getting out of the car a gentleman who was sitting at a picnic table in the yard stood and came to greet them. "Welcome! I am Budi Alatas, the director here. May I be of some service or do you already know what you are after," he asked with a kindly smile. "Hello, I am Candy and this is my close friend Asia, well, that's what I call her. It's a long story, do you have some time?" she asked resignedly. Budi led them over to the picnic table, which seemed to be his office. They later found that he just loved being outdoors. Candy told him about how they came to have Asia and that they knew nothing about her or her name and weren't even sure of her age. Towards the end of her tale, she broke down and started crying. "There, there Candy. Don't be upset. It sounds as though you did a wonderful job with what you had to work with and if you knew what some of our people go through over here you have provided a palace in comparison," Budi consoled. Of course not knowing the whole story this only made Candy feel worse and cry harder, but she got it in hand quickly and asked, "Budi, could you speak with Asia and find out what you can? I know she would love to speak to someone in her own language, not to mention be able to express her feelings for a change." "Of course I will." And with that he turned to Asia and began conversing. Asia just lit up and chattered away like a little bird. Candy couldn't help but beam, too, after a little while watching her. Once again she was listening to that lilting melody and cadence that had possessed her with the tapes. After about half an hour Budi turned to her and said, "Well she has a whole story for you she's been dying to share. Her real name is Tuti Hasan. Her father and brothers were killed in a monsoon that hit them several years ago. It's been she and her mother since then. They managed to make a living with a small kitchen garden. Girls on her island do not attend school as it's considered a waste of their time but she did get to attend a dance school. Quite a luxury, and honor. She and her mother were kidnapped in the night by Malaysians and sold into prostitution. From there they were split up. That's about it except she has high praise for you," he finished. Candy didn't know what to say. That was a very sad story, yet here was her Asia, oops Tuti, sitting with a big grin on her face just happy to finally be able to tell it. Candy reached over and gave her another big hug. "I don't know what to say now, Budi. That by itself was a tremendous help," she breathed. "I see you've been trying to teach her English. Would you like some help on that end? We might be able to speed that up. We can also help get her ready for her Citizenship exam once she finishes English. That's the two places I would start if I were you," he spoke kindly. Candy breathed a big sigh of relief and promptly took him up on his offer. They explained to Asia, Tuti, and she got all excited again jumping up and down. They worked out a schedule that everyone could make, said their goodbyes and headed back home. Candy couldn't decide if she should keep this under wraps for a while longer and then tell Marc about it or tell him now. Either way he was going to put a stop to it. If she told him now Tuti would get nothing out of the Center. If she told him say a month down the line, Tuti would be talking much better and able to understand even more, but...she would still have to stop going. How could she make him want her to go for these lessons? No way! He liked her illiterate and illegal. Similar to barefoot and pregnant, I suppose. Totally helpless, dependent on the big man. How come she never saw this side of him before? He was never brutal to her, a little rough yes, but never hurt her and stopped when he realized he was hurting her. Of course, they never had much of a sex life and he had it all the time with Tuti. Maybe he was getting it somewhere else all that time and she just wasn't aware of it. 'My mind is wandering off the subject. I think I had better tell him right away so it won't be so bad as if I was trying to hide it or something. I'll concentrate on the benefits to us, not Tuti, and see if that makes any difference at all,' she thought to herself. With that decided she determinedly headed for home ready to face whatever she had to that night. Tuti was helping her prepare dinner. Candy didn't usually drink before dinner but this was a special occasion and she wanted steady nerves. Any sign of nervousness to Marc and he would swoop in for the kill, so to speak. The house was clean, they were both dressed nice and she was preparing his favorite meal so the trap was set. "Marc like, o no like, my take English?" Tuti asked her. "I'm going to find out tonight after dinner," Candy avoided. "But what you think?" she persisted. "I don't think he will, but I hope to change his mind, okay?" she answered softly. Tuti just nodded and went on chopping salad vegetables. Just then the dogs started their barking and next they heard the car pull in the driveway. Candy swallowed down the rest of her drink and went to make a new one and one for Marc. Marc swept in the back door with a big grin and, "Hey, what's for dinner?" Coming back in from the living room with his drink in hand Candy smiling said, "Well you should know that smell. It's your favorite! Meatloaf and mashed potatoes and gravy, darling. How was your day?" It looked like it must have been good from the grin on his face and it wasn't going anywhere yet as he reached to take his drink from her outstretched hand. "Thank you. It went mighty fine, mighty fine. I got in three very large jobs today, lost one employee, but hired two more, so all in all it was a very good day," he grinned. Candy's stomach fell to the floor. She was afraid to ask but something about losing an employee left her with a cold chill and she didn't want to verify her worst fear so she decided to ignore it and wait for him to rub the salt in. "Three large jobs, oh my! That's great honey. Well that's cause for celebration." "Yeah, let me go take my shower. Is dinner almost ready?" "Yes, it should be ready by the time you get out," she answered. "Okay then. Come on Asia, scrub my back," he said taking her by the hand as he walked out of the kitchen. She went meekly with him leaving the rest of the salad making for me to nervously finish praying he wouldn't hurt her this time. I quickly got everything on the table and fixed myself another drink, which I finished before they got out. Every nerve in my body was straining for the slightest sound that would tell me she needed help, but gratefully I heard nothing but water running. I finally got up to make me another drink just as the bathroom door opened. Tuti walked in the kitchen, eyes downcast, docile and meek, just as she was when she first arrived. It broke my heart and firmed my resolve to do everything in my power to get Marc to allow her to go to the Community Center. "Let's eat, I'm starved," he said as he practically bounced into the kitchen. I had set a TV tray in Tuti's room for her so she could eat when we did without offending her beliefs about eating with the men. I started to tell her that but caught myself just in time. I was already getting used to using her real name. Instead, I lead her by the hand and showed her the tray and plate of food in there. She managed a small smile of gratitude for me and I kissed her on the cheek. Asia Returning to the kitchen, I sat down, picked up my fork and began playing with my salad. I had no appetite at all between the nerves and the drinks. Thankfully, Marc didn't seem to notice. He kept up a running conversation about the day's work, which I tuned in on occasionally, but mostly it disinterested me. Then I caught Nick's name and my ears perked up. "He told me he didn't think I had any right to say what Asia could do or whom Asia could see and that he would see her if he wanted to one way or another. Well I told him that was going to be interesting since she's living in my house and he's not welcome there anymore. You should have seen it. It was so funny! His mouth just kinda dropped open. Then he asked me if you knew about this and I told him of course, we always discuss these things. He said he didn't believe me and that he would check with you himself. I told him he wasn't to be bothering the women over here, they were my responsibility, not his, and if I caught him over here, I would have him arrested for trespassing. He said that was fine with him, he just wanted to verify that you felt the same way. It didn't sound like you to him. That's when I really blew him away and told him that if he wanted to be that big a troublemaker he could just find himself another job, too," he ended with a laugh. "But wouldn't you know not an hour after he cleared his tools out these two guys came in looking for work. Been mechanics all their lives, one is 23, the other is 28 and they have experience car racing! Started them right then. They look like they're going to work out alright, too," he crowed. Marc peered closely at her trying to get a fix on how she really felt, not how she was trying to appear, but she seemed fine. Evidently the drinks were doing the job because she looked as calm as could be. "Well I'm glad everything worked out for the best. Gee, you ended up with two good mechanics instead of one. How lucky can you be?" she asked with a smile. He smiled back at her and spontaneously leaned in and gave her a kiss on the tip of her nose. He cleaned his plate and she cleared his place for him. "Do you want another drink, honey, or something else? I'd like to stay in here a bit. I want to tell you about my day, too," she said resolutely. "Sure, I'll take another drink," adding as she walked away, "so you had an interesting day, too, did you." "Yes and I'm sure it'll interest you, too." She came back with their drinks and sat down. "Asia and I went to visit the Community Center I found. It's an Indonesian Community Center. They have a lot of activities there so everyone can find something just right for them." She was talking a little fast to get out as much as she could before he exploded but to her amazement, he was just sitting there calmly listening. "I found some that were just right for meeting our needs, honey. It will save us so much time, effort and energy as well as make Asia more useful to us. The program director, Budi, suggested two programs one after the other. The first one is necessary before taking the other one, and that would be finishing her English. He talked with her for about half an hour and guess what her real name is? It's Tuti, isn't that pretty?" She went on to tell him the rest of her story as Budi related it to her. Marc continued to sit and just listen. Candy thought she was in heaven. He didn't look like he was holding back anything to spring out later. This was too wonderful. Was it just that Nick was such a threat to him? "The second program he suggested is one that helps them study for their Citizenship exam. That way she will be legal and no chance of our getting in any kind of trouble! Isn't that wonderful! She could even go to work and bring some money in, or stay home and study and keep house while I write. I don't know, but the possibilities are endless!" Now she was grasping at straws but it was getting unnerving the way he wasn't reacting at all. "What do you think baby?" Marc took a drink, looked down at his hands, turned them over, looked at the other side, and then put them down. "Don't I make a good enough living anymore?" he asked. "Well of course you do, sweetheart. I didn't mean to imply that..." she started. "You already have her learning English and doing a real good job of it, too. I don't see why you need someone else coming in at this late stage messing her all up. And I know for a fact they do not make citizens out of hookers and that's exactly what she was when we found her and basically, she still is. I don't think you need to be going to this Center. They don't have anything for you that you don't already have." And with that, he got up from the table and went to the couch to watch TV. Candy's heart sunk. She thought it was going so well, she should have known better. But really, it was the first time ever he had sat and listened all the way through to something she had to say before shooting it down. Well she wasn't going to get belligerent and state that she was going to the Center anyway, so she just got ready for bed and took her book out to read. Tuti came in and curled up next to her on top of the bed. "Marc said no," she stated sadly. "Yes, honey, he did," Candy answered. CHAPTER TEN The next day started like any other except at 9:30 sharp Candy called, "Tuti, come on, let's go." She stood by the door purse in hand as Tuti came hurrying in to see what was going on. "Where we going?" she asked. "Same as yesterday. Come on, hurry," Candy rushed. Tuti didn't quite understand all of that so she looked very concerned as she got in the car. "Tuti, do you know what 'secret' means?" Candy asked. Tuti shook her head no. "It means you know something but you never tell anyone. Understand?" Candy looked over as she nodded her head yes but she didn't look convincing. "Remember when you and Nick got me a present?" Tuti nodded vigorously up and down. That had been a new experience for her with ribbons and bows. "You couldn't tell me what was in it could you. It was shhhh," she held her finger to her lips. "That's like a secret only without the present. You can't tell something." Candy looked over at her and caught her with her eyebrows drawn together in concentration like she just may have it, almost, maybe. They were almost there. One last try. "We are going to the Community Center. Now you know Marc will be very angry," Tuti's eyes widened and her mouth became an O, "so we aren't going to tell him. No talk to Marc about the Center. Understand?" She looked directly at her as she put the car in park in the Center's lot. Tuti, her voice barely above a whisper said, "Yes, no I won't," looking scared to death. Candy suppressed a smile at her answer and added, "You know how mad he will be if we tell, so we can't tell. All right?" Tuti nodded solemnly. "Lets go learn English," Candy said as she opened her door. Tuti caught up beside her and grasped her hand scared now that she knew the danger involved. Budi was inside the building this time. "Good morning ladies," he said first in English then repeating it to Tuti who smiled in return. "How do you want to do this?" Candy inquired looking around at the neatly arranged furniture and carefully labeled relief boxes stacked along one wall. "I set up my office," gesturing to a room off to one side, "with the books and slides I use where we won't have any distractions. Your welcome to wait out here of course, but it will be a couple of hours if you have some errands you would like to run and then come back," he said kindly. "I think I'll do that if Tuti's comfortable with it. If I get back too early I'll just wait out here. Listen Budi, while I'm thinking about it, did you find out how old she is when you talked with her yesterday?" Budi turned to Tuti and after conferring with her briefly smiled at Candy and said, "She is perfectly comfortable with your leaving and coming back. And on the matter of her age, today happens to be her birthday!" "Oh my! So she is what, 19?" Candy asked. "No, she is 16 today." Candy doesn't know how she got out of there and was fairly certain she wasn't able to hide her shock and shame. Marc had lied to her. More subterfuge. Could it be that the old man lied to him and he believed it? No, Marc was used to dealing with all sorts and wouldn't be taken in. For that matter the whole story could be false. She didn't know where she was heading until she pulled into his driveway. She needed to see Nick. The one, the oldest, friend she could trust to be straight with her. Before she could close her car door he was at the front door holding the screen door open welcoming her. 'Be careful now. Don't say too much. He's still your husband,' she told herself as she walked up to the porch. Nick opened his arms as she reached the door and she walked right into them for a big hug. "Come in Candy. Would you join me for some coffee?" he asked lifting his mug for emphasis. "Yes, that sounds lovely," she sighed setting her purse down and looking around. She hadn't been in Nick's house since she helped him measure for, and then hang, draperies some seven or eight years ago. He was very neat for a bachelor, for anybody as far as that goes. She perched on the edge of the couch as if she had to leave any second. "I'm relieved you came by," he called from the kitchen. "I've been debating all morning going against Marc's demand that I stay away and come by to see you today. I suppose he told you what took place yesterday," he finished as he came in, setting a cup of coffee down in front of her. Cream, no sugar. Real friends know how you take your coffee. "He told me the version he wanted me to hear. I'm so sorry you lost your job over it. Why were you ruffling his feathers about him not being able to say what Tuti does or who she sees? You of all people..." "Tuti? Who's that?" "Oh, I need to catch you up!" Candy proceeded to tell him about going to the Center, the story of her life and the two programs they set up for her. "And Marc agreed to this?" Nick asked incredulous. "No," she shook her head sadly. "He came up with some lame excuses that he set down as law and that was that." "Where is Asia, I mean Tuti, did you leave her at home?" "No, she's at the Center having her first lesson. We learned what a secret is today and we are keeping this a secret from Marc," she answered with a smile. Nick burst out laughing. "What are you going to do now, Nick? Do you have a line on a possible job? I just hate that this has come between our friendship. It's not going to be the same around the house without my favorite mooch, not to mention race nights," she stressed. She glanced at her watch. "I better get going. I have to pick up a cake and presents yet. Did I tell you today is Tuti's birthday?" she relayed excitedly. "Oh I'm so sorry I'm going to miss that! If you get the opportunity, tell her Happy Birthday from me. How old is she now, 19?" he asked smoothly. "Aren't you the slick one," she chided. "No, she's turning 16. I was right all along about how old she is. I'm very disillusioned by Marc these days," she said as she stood up. "Nick, I'll keep in touch the best I can. Marc may shed his friendship but I don't have to and won't," she said giving him a hug goodby. "I'm still gonna miss you Candy. And Tuti," he answered with a tear in his eye. Candy did her shopping and just made it back on time to pick up Tuti. She ran out of the building to meet her, a big grin on her face, hair flying back, "Hello Candy. I missed you," she said flawlessly. "Oh, my, Tuti, that is perfect! I'm so proud of you!" Candy gushed. Budi came from behind a pleased look on his face. "You've done well with her so far. You set the groundwork which will make the rest easy. This shouldn't take long at all if you can bring her every day." They agreed to meet again tomorrow and were on their way home. Tuti chattered the whole way trying out, seemingly, all the English words she knew. Once home Candy put her to work vacuuming and dusting her room so she could stash the birthday things. She wondered what Marc would do to ruin the evening this time. She didn't care if he blustered, she was having a little birthday celebration and he wasn't talking Tuti away from it either. She started dinner, Tuti's favorite spaghetti and meatballs, but when she was finished Marc still wasn't home. The way he'd been acting she took that to be a blessing and decided not to wait for him. Wrapping a dish for him and setting it aside in the refrigerator she called Tuti in for dinner. Tuti dived into her dinner in a most unladylike way looking up at Candy with a smile as well as red sauce on her face. Wiping the sauce off Tuti's face Candy asked her if she knew what "birthday" meant and then spent the rest of the meal teaching her that and her age. By the end of dinner when Candy brought out the cake with sixteen lit candles singing "Happy Birthday to You", Tuti laughed and clapped her hands. They both blew out the candles and they each ate a slice. Candy didn't think Tuti could smile any bigger but when she left and brought in the brightly wrapped gifts her eyes grew bright and round and her mouth formed a big O. She set them down in front of her and told her, "Go ahead, Tuti. Open them up." She started with the biggest one and unwrapped a large, stuffed Panda bear. She gave him a big hug and started crying. Once Candy assured herself they were tears of joy she encouraged her to open the others by handing her another one. This one was a portable CD player with headphones. She showed her how to use it and Tuti was enthralled. The rest of her gifts were CD's for her player. While she was busy playing her music Candy cleaned up the kitchen in case Marc came in, putting the wrapping paper in the garbage and the dishes in the dishwasher. When she was done she went to the living room to make herself a drink. Tuti followed her giving her a big hug. "Thank you for my presents," she said. "Oh, you are so welcome, and Happy 16th Birthday, Tuti," she squeezed back. Just then the dogs started barking. Candy and Tuti looked at each other, then Tuti quickly took her gifts in her room and came back out looking toward the door. Marc came through the front door a moment later with a voluptuous blonde woman in a short, red halter-top dress hanging from him. They were both quite drunk and laughing raucously. When they realized they were being stared at they hushed, looked up, looked at each other, and then cracked up again. Stumbling over to the couch they fell back in unison. "Candy, this is Brea. She's staying the night. Make us a drink, will you. Brea, this is Asia I was telling you about. I think the three of us will have fun together. Could be four, but if I know my Candy she'll back out." He said the last real nasty, making Candy flush with anger. Candy made two very weak drinks and handed them to Marc and Brea. "Where did you two meet, Brea?" she asked. "It was outside the Kit Kat Klub. Marc was just coming out and I usually hang there on the corner," Brea replied nonchalantly. Taking one of Brea's breasts in hand Marc said, "This is why I picked her out. Look at the size of that! So different from what we have around here. That and the blond hair versus black hair and complexions, I wish we had a video camera!" he said excitedly, laughing. Candy wanted desperately to diffuse this situation but didn't know how without angering Marc. "Tuti has had a long day and I was just getting ready to send her to bed," she said quietly. "Her name is Asia," he said dangerously low. "No, the man who spoke with her at the Center said her name is Tuti Hasan and she turned 16 today," Candy shared quietly. She waited for him to blow up, but Brea spoke first. "Well that calls for a celebration! Give the girl a drink! I wish I had a present for her." "You'll give her a present honey, in a little while," Marc said eyeing Candy darkly. Tuti just looked from one to the other of them in trepidation. Candy didn't see any way out of this. Turning and looking directly at Marc she said clearly, "Marc, I don't like this and I want it to stop." "I know you don't Candy, but I am surprised you finally had the balls to say so." Turning to Brea he suggested, "Hey, lets watch some porn flicks!" Hopping up he got a tape and pushed it into the player. Sitting back on the couch Marc patted the seat next to him and called, "Come sit Asia, uh Tuti." As they watched, Brea put her hand on Marc's leg and began stroking it higher and higher. Marc played with both girls breasts freeing them from the confinements of their clothing. Eventually Brea got down to give Marc a blowjob and pulled Tuti down to help her. Candy got up and made herself another drink taking it into the kitchen. At least it looked like Marc was going to be civil and not hurt anyone. Bang! Crash! "What was that?" Candy rushed to the living room door. "It's no big deal, honey. It happens to everyone once in awhile," Brea whined. "Give me a while and I'll get it up." The TV was on its side, the VCR even further across the room. Tuti was cowered in the corner crouched on all fours. "Not to me it doesn't. Get out! Get out now!" Marc hollered. "You still owe me even if you can't get it up you asshole, and I'm not leaving without it," Brea yelled no longer wheedling. Marc retrieved his pants, took out a wad of bills and shoved them into her hand. She hurried out the door not even taking time to count them. Tuti hadn't budged. Candy went over and helped her up coaxing her to her room and to bed while Marc was preoccupied. 'What an end to her wonderful birthday party,' Candy thought to herself turning out the light. Back in the living room she started picking up the dumped over furnishings and knick knacks. "I've made a mess of it, haven't I," Marc said quietly. Not knowing if he meant the room or their marriage Candy played it safe and didn't answer. "I should have never brought that girl home, she's been nothing but trouble." He took a swig from the bottle of Jack Daniels he'd taken from behind the bar. "It'll all look better in the morning," she said kissing him lightly on the cheek. "I'm going to bed." "I've got to get rid of her," he muttered as if he hadn't heard her. Candy got ready and climbed into bed grateful things had ended as quietly as they had. Her marriage was a shambles. First bringing home a young girl for a live-in threesome, then never having that threesome but just the two of them, then bringing home a hooker for a threesome with the live-in. She was nothing but the housekeeper and treated with no respect whatsoever. It is time to go. Tomorrow she would pack and leave with Tuti. She would see what arrangements the Center might be able to make for Tuti. CHAPTER ELEVEN A sudden scream broke into her thoughts. Then another that was stifled suddenly. Candy jumped from the bed and flew down the hall. She could hear thumping noises. A glance into the living room told her it was empty. She tugged at Tuti's door calling, "Tuti, Tuti, are you all right? Marc, are you in there? What's wrong? What's going on?" The door was locked and pushing on it with her shoulder all she could wouldn't budge it. She leaned with her ear against it but all she could hear was smothered crying and thumping like a ball bounced off the wall interjected with smothered cries once in awhile. She slumped to the floor crying herself. "Marc, please, no, please let me in. Don't Marc, please, please." She could feel the terror in those cries and feel the shame because that was her husband inflicting it on her. It seemed like hours but finally the doorknob turned and Marc came out stepping over her and closed the door behind him. She started to go in.