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Rescue Ch. 01

By: Pyro



It was not a night to be out. In fact, I was such a hurry to get home, I was dangerously pushing my sport ute to the max in my rush. It was very cold and the rain was beginning to ice up my windshield. I had heard we should expect several inches of snow that night, if not a couple feet. I had a whole load of groceries in the back as well as the generator I'd just purchased with my bonus from work.

I looked at the road ahead and saw taillights at an odd angle. Someone had slid off the road and plowed into the ditch. As I got closer, a small woman ran out and began to wave her arms. I slowed down and pulled over, opening the passenger side door.

She got in, not at all dressed for the weather.

"Is anyone hurt?" I asked.

"No, she said, teeth clattering from the cold. "I'm the only one that was in the car. Do you have a cell phone? Can you call a tow truck?"

"Yes," I told her, "But there's no reception out here and you won't get a tow truck to come out right now. It's supposed to snow hard. There's a severe weather alert out. A storm is coming and we're gonna get hammered with snow."

"Oh," she said, dejectedly. "Could you take me into town then? Perhaps I can get a hotel or something."

I shook my head. 

"No way. The nearest motel is 30 miles away. I don't have time to get you there and back. What I CAN do is offer you the hospitality of my humble abode."

"Do you have a phone there?" she asked, snidely. I smiled.

"I might. But you have to crank it real hard!"

"I don't give a fuck if I have to pedal it, as long as I can call my friend and let her know where I'm at."

"Sure, I'll let you do that."

"Thanks," she said, her teeth chattering audibly.

I turned my thermostat all the way up and directed all the hot air at her while I searched for my emergency blanket, a towel and the moving quilt I carried.

"Here," I said, handing her the towel first, "Dry off as best you can and then wrap the moving quilt around you and get out of those wet clothes." I handed her an insulated snowsuit I had.

"This will be too big for you, but it will keep you warm."

"Thank you," she said demurely.

I went to her car and turned off the flashers, bringing her keys. I decided to drop her off at the house and then come back to pull her car out of the ditch if the cops hadn't arrived yet.

"It's about seven miles to my house," I said, watching her move under the quilt and looking at the wet clothing dropping onto the floorboards. "I'll take you there so that you can warm up and then come back to see if I can get your car out.

"Thank you," came the muffled reply. I whistled appreciatively when I saw her delicate naked calf appear from under the quilt as she shucked her pants (and panties) off. Her head poked out from under the blanket and looked down, noticing that her legs stuck out. She said nothing. I expected her to glare at me in disgust. Instead, she simply stole some glances at me at me before ducking back under to pull on the large jumpsuit. After a moment, I heard zippers and she lowered the quilt. I finally got a good look at her and saw that she was of Asian decent and very pretty. The suit could have fit three of her in there.

I put the truck in gear and drove again.

"I'm sorry I was such a bitch about the phone" she said after a few moments.

"No problem."

"It's just that I'm frustrated because I got lost. If I'd realized it was the wrong exit, I'd probably be at her house right now!"

"What brought you out here?" I asked. "I live pretty much in the middle of nowhere and most folks didn't come out this way unless they live out here."

"I took the wrong exit off the highway and got lost," she said, staring straight ahead, "I was trying to turn around when my car went into the ditch."

"Where were you trying to go?" I asked.

"Portersby," she said. I was going to surprise a friend with a visit."

"I see," I told her. "Well, no, you wouldn't be there by now. It's still another hour and a half down the road and they are already being hit by the storm according to the radio. The interstate is closed right now. Oh, my name is Ray, just in case you were wondering."

"Chou," she replied, revealing nothing.

After a long silence, I looked at her as if evaluating.

"What?"she asked. 

"Just trying to figure out what Nationality," I said.

I looked once again.

"I'd guess you were Korean, but I'm probably wrong.

"Chinese," she said, "How far down do you live?"

"Another five miles. You passed my house. From Taiwan?"

"Mainland," she replied, "I don't remember seeing any houses out this way."

"Oh," I laughed, "See that hill up ahead? The top of it is just above that tree line. It's well hidden and made of native stone. I wanted the effect of blending in with my natural surroundings."

"That's very… environmentally conscious of you."

"Not really. I couldn't give a fuck about environmentalist whackos. It was more a matter of economics. I inherited the land from my grandfather, but the house was in such poor shape, I just tore it down. I lived in a trailer out here for seven years before I finally got the house built."

"You built it yourself?" she asked, now impressed.

"Planned it, designed it and built it, stone by heavy stone," I told her. "I put it on the foundation of the old house. Gramps was an odd old coot and a John Bircher. I won the place by default since I'm his only grandson.

We talked more like this, with her loosening up as we did. I found out she didn't have any relatives in this country and had fled Communist China with her brother when she was 15. He had been wounded crossing into Hong Kong's New Territories back when it was still British. He died in a hospital there. She'd met her husband when in a bar and convinced him to hide her on the ship. He stowed away on his freighter, which was bound for the States with a load of electronics. He had died on the trip back. By shear will and determination, she had worked hard and had gone to college. Chou opened a small computer graphic arts business of her own two years ago when she was 24 and had finally come to the point where she felt she could take a short vacation. 

I dropped her off at my house, showed her where she could wash and dry her clothing. She was impressed that my house looked more like a large mound of brush-covered rocks than a house. Gathering my tow-gear and some chains, I drove back to her car, pulled it out of the ditch and towed it home. I pulled into my cave of a garage just as the snow started coming down heavily.

I came inside and found that Chou had started a fire in the hearth, making the main room comfortably warm, and had donned one of my dress shirts, something I found very sexy. In the flickering firelight, I thought I could see her nipples through the thin white material as she finished making us soup and sandwiches.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, "I borrowed one of your shirts. All my extra clothing is in my car."

"Not at all. If you'd like, I can get your suitcase for you."

"We can do that later. Lunch is ready."

We ate the ramen soup and sandwiches she had made and she made admiring comments about my house. I informed her that the walls were anywhere from 16 to 24 inches thick, starting out with adobe and finished with local rock and dirt. I'd sealed and waterproofed the inside walls, insulating them with Styrofoam and other materials I'd salvaged from homes I'd torn down (which is sort of what I do for a living. I buy old homes in the surrounding city and towns and either tear them down, recycling all the usable stuff, or refurbish them and sell them, using the money from Gramps trust fund to finance the deals.) 

"This is quite an interesting layout for a home," she told me.

"I know. I sort of designed it based on floor plans for communal houses from ancient Ireland. It had a long, arched main room with sleeping quarters and storage rooms as offshoots on either side. My study was in a 12X14 loft that was suspended from the ceiling beams with a small roof and windows that looked out from what I called "the watchtower." The house was just tall enough so that I could see the main road over the trees. It was my place of inspiration for writing. 

"Would you like a tour of the house?" I asked.

She readily agreed and I quickly showed her the sleeping quarters (four bedrooms, the laundry room, pantry and bath). Then I took her upstairs to the library on the landing and lastly, to the watchtower, admiring her smooth legs and the peek-a-boo views I was getting of her ass as she climbed each step. Chou looked out the windows, hearing the wind howl for the first time.

"Wow, it's really coming down hard!"

"Yes," I said, "I was expecting a blizzard, but nothing this fierce. Shit, I've got groceries out in the truck yet!" I said to myself.

The view is breathtaking from up here!" she whispered reverently.

"Yes, it is. I do a lot of my writing from here."

"You write?" she said, turning to me.

"I try to. Mainly though, I work in construction… or actually, deconstruction."

I explained my business to her and she nodded appreciatively. She complimented me on my craftsmanship, noting many of the carved panels I'd salvaged from a lot of the old Victorian homes I'd had to tear down. 

Chou asked if I lived alone, pointing to the pictures on my desk.

"Quite alone," I explained as we walked down the stairs. "My family was killed by a drunk driver two years ago. My eldest daughter was driving back from town, practicing for her drivers license test. My wife was in the passenger seat and my son was in the back seat. They came around a bend in the road and some rich fuck who had been out drinking and hunting all day was driving too fast in one of those huge, expensive SUV's, took the turn too wide plowed into them head on. According to the police, they probably survived the head-on with just minor injuries as the airbags had deployed. It was the semi coming from behind that killed them. Squished the car like an accordion."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Yeah. His big, expensive SUV saved his life, but they smashed the hell out of my wife's Accord."

I really didn't like talking about it. I hadn't thought about them for the past six months, letting the pain and sorrow recede. Now all the memories came flooding back in a horrible, dramatic rush. I must have been staring out of the kitchen window at the snow and crying a bit, because I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"I too know what it is like to lose someone you love," she said. Her arms wrapped around me and hugged me tight. I felt her soft breasts in my back and her cheek against my shoulder blade. Memories and suppressed desires warred within me. I closed my eyes, calmed down a bit and pried her arms from around me.

"Let's clean," I said.

I helped her wash up the few dishes from lunch and we were about to check on the clothes from the dryer when the lights flickered out.

"Damn," I spat. I hadn't pulled the generator out of the truck yet and the garage wasn't attached. I told this to Chou and she looked at me.

"Do we really need it right now?"

"I've got candles and lanterns for lighting and the stove is propane. If the power goes out, we will have zero water pressure because I'm on a well with an electric pump," I explained. "As it is, it's going to be a bitch getting that big, heavy generator in here and downstairs, plus I have all the food. You want to eat, don't you?"

Chou grinned. "I'd help you, but…," she motioned with her hands to indicate she wasn't exactly dressed for it.

"You're fine. I'm just not relishing going out in that gale and hauling 100 lbs of metal inside."

I wrestled the generator into the basement and then began to bring in the groceries. I put the frozen foods outside in a locked bin I keep out there. It was more economical that way. I didn't need to have a lot of freezer space then when the weather was cold.

I took the generator downstairs and hooked it up. Checking on my gasoline supplies, I found I had less than I thought.

"Damn! Well, I guess we just run it for two hours to keep the fridge cold and then shut down for the night," I said to myself. "I can take it out of my gas tank in the morning."

I came up the stairs and began speaking.

"Chou, I couldn't get your trunk open. I think you may have damaged it when you went into the ditch, so I wasn't able to bring your clothes in… "

I looked and she had fallen asleep on my couch.

This gave me a moment to look her over. She had a delicate, lovely face. Her eyes had dark lashes that didn't need any eyeliner. A cute "Sailor Moon" nose sloped down to a delicate mouth and chin. Her hair was cut in typical Asian fashion, with bangs across her forehead, though she had tied most of it into a complicated bun behind her, secured with what looked like chopsticks. She was tiny. She stood maybe 5' 2" to my 5' 9". Her legs were smooth, well shaped and tan. Her fingers were small and artistic. Her breasts weren't large, about the size of half-oranges on each side, but with dark, pointed nipples that I could now see through the thin material of the shirt. I was tempted to lift the tail of the shirt and look at her ass and pussy, but she began to stir.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you old lech!" I admonished myself. "She's almost young enough to be your daughter… almost."

Twenty six to my forty. Fourteen years difference. No, she wouldn't be interested in me. Besides, I wasn't looking for another relationship. I didn't want to ever go through the pain of losing another soul-mate.

I stared at her one last time and then pulled a blanket over her form. She sighed, shivered a second and smiled, pulling the corner of the blanket up to her face, looking ever so much like daddy's little girl as she slept in the fetal position. I lit a candle and went off to my bathroom to flip through my girlie mags and beat off. I kept digging through magazines until I found one devoted to Asians and began flipping rapidly through it. I found the picture I was looking for and started to stroke myself faster. I was soon spurting a huge load in the air, staring at a picture of a bound and suspended girl that was a dead-ringer for Chou.

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of a portable radio being played. I came out of my room to find Chou making breakfast in the semi-dark. The guy on the radio was talking about the record snowfall that had dumped over two feet on us in the past 24 hours.

"Open the blinds!" I told her, laughing.

"They are open," she informed me, lighting another candle. 

"Really?" I said in disbelief. I looked at the window. "Probably frosted over" I thought to myself. I took the stairs to my loft and found that the snow had drifted around most of my house, covering it almost completely. I gave a low whistle.

"It snowed a lot last night, didn't it?"

I jumped a little at her voice, not hearing her come up the stairs. In one hand she held a soup cup full of hot oatmeal and a cup of coffee in the other.

"Thanks," I replied, placing the cereal on my desk and sipping at the coffee. She smiled and silently padded back downstairs. After a moment, she joined me, pulling a chair up to the other side of my desk and sitting, still dressed in my shirt, but also wearing some sweats. She must have noticed me staring.

"I found them in a hall closet," she informed me. "My legs were cold and I figured that since you had a family, you probably still kept their stuff here."

I nodded and sipped at my coffee some more.

"Eat your oatmeal before it gets cold."

I smiled. She'd said it quietly, but firmly. I sat and ate, staring out at the vast white expanse, dotted with pines and the skeletons of leafless trees. I could see power lines down in the distance. Not just one, but dozens. It would probably be days, if not a week or so, before the power was back on. I'd have to conserve fuel. I was thankful I'd invested in a woodstove for my bedroom as well as the fireplace in the main one.

The fireplace was one of my designs as well. I tried to utilize as much heat as possible an had placed a boiler full of water in the middle of the flu, letting the fire heat it as the hot gasses flowed around it. Piping that stuck out of the chimney like a bizarre sculpture radiated heat into the room. In the summer, I reversed the process, sending the water into a cooling tank deep underground and then pumping it upwards.

All these things seeped through my mind as I stared out. It was interrupted by my feeling her presence just before her hand came to rest on my shoulder.

"It's a breathtaking view," she told me. I simply nodded. I could smell the spicy scent of her skin and found myself wishing I could push her to the floor, sniff and lick her right there until she cried out in orgasm. "Gads, man! Get ahold of yourself!" 

"I would imagine you spend quite a bit of time up here," she whispered reverently, drawing me out of my fantasy. Her other hand touched my arm and I could feel her breast against my back and the side of her hip touch me.

"I do."

"I like it. You've made yourself a wonderful home here." She stood there with me and her head tilted, resting against my arm. I lifted it and put it around her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around me and we stood there, just looking out at the peaceful tranquility of my own little winter scene.

I was alarmingly aware of the lithe female form beside me. I also knew that with a quick swipe of my hands, I could have her naked and defenseless, taking her in any way I wanted. No one would know. No one would care. I could rape her in every hole. She could scream and there would be nobody to hear but me.

I shuddered, trying to shake off these thoughts from my mind. "Quit being such a sick fuck!" I told myself. It had been too long since I'd been with a woman and I'd suffered too much rejection in the past year. I was horny, damn it! Who would know? "I would know!" I yelled at myself. "She's not Sarah! You can't relive the past. If you try with her, she'll probably have you put in jail!

There was a thump and a noise, making us both jump.

"MMMMRRRRRowwww?"

"Oh, my God, it's a cat!" she exclaimed, relieved.

"Two, actually. Chou, meet Mischief and Mayhem, the true owners of Druid Hill."

Mischief, a large black cat, rubbed against my ankles while the grey tabby, Mayhem, stood and stretched from his perch atop my bookcase.

Chou bent and picked up Mischief. 

"He's adorable!" she said.

"Careful, he doesn't like to be held much," I warned her, but Chou began to coo and scratch at Mischief's ear and he purred. I chuckled. The only other person that had been able to hold him like that had been my daughter and I said so to Chou.

"He knows good people."

"Indeed he does!" I said to myself,

I sent Chou down to feed the cats and told her I was going to start the generator.

"The water pressure here is via an electric pump from a well, so you may want to take a shower while the generator is running," I called out.

"OK, thanks!" she replied.

I went downstairs, made sure that the main breaker was off, and started the generator. I plugged it into the house wiring and then went upstairs to make sure that the fridge was running. I walked to the bath and heard the water going. Thinking that she would probably need a towel, I grabbed one from the closet. I had intended to just place it inside, but when I poked my head into the steam-filled room, I saw her through the frosted glass of the shower stall. Instead of standing under the spray, she had taken down the portable water-massage showerhead and was directing it onto her pussy. Chou was leaning against the glass of the shower stall. I could clearly see the outline of her body; the V of her torso melding into the sensuous pear-shaped globes of her ass, tapering down two firm legs. Soft moans escaped from the shower and she slowly spread her legs wide, letting the water play on her pussy and splash against the glass in an erotic vignette. She shook and stumbled, falling forward against the wall as she came. Her fist flew to her mouth and she moaned softly, "Oh god I need a fuck! Ray, please fuck me! Lick my pussy! Suck on my clit! OOOHHH… damnfuckinDAMN that feels good!"


Rescue Ch. 01



My jaw dropped open as I watched and listened. I could feel myself blushing a deep crimson, embarrassed from being an unseen voyeur like this. Her hips pumped up and down a couple times and there was a sharp intake of breath before the showerhead was dropped and she slumped to the floor.

I backed out of the room quietly and then knocked at the door.

"Chou?"

"Just a minute!"

I heard her put the showerhead back in the holder as she stood.

"I just wanted to bring you some towels," I called out.

"OK, thanks!" she called back, "Just put it on the counter. I'll be out in a moment!

Five minutes later, she came out of the shower, dressed in my wife's terrycloth robe that we had stolen from a resort we'd visited on our honeymoon. A towel was wrapped around her hair.

I laughed. "Did you leave me any hot water?"

She snickered, "Would I be a proper woman if I did?"

"I guess not. So, I suppose I'll just transfer some of the staples from the refrigerator to the outside cooler so that we don't let out too much of the cold air when we open it.

"OK, I'll help"

Finishing that, I went and took my shower and then went downstairs to turn off the generator and bring up some oil and camping lamps. I had a full tank of propane in the back, so I wasn't worried about cooking or light and I'd hooked up fixtures in the house just for this purpose. My main problem was that I only had three lanterns.

Chou had taken the towel off her head and displayed what I consider to be my personal wet-dream fetish. Her thick, brown hair hung down almost to her waist! I immediately offered to brush out the knots and she let me.

"You are such a nice and considerate man! I can't believe you're not married again!" she commented, "Your wife must have loved you! Did you brush her hair too?"

"Many times, Chou, and my daughters hair as well. They loved having me do that almost as much as a massage!"

"You do massage? I have learned that as well! Perhaps later we could trade… " she let her voice trail off. 

I nodded and said, "Sure, that would be great!

We had cooked, we had cleaned; we were housebound! I got out a jigsaw puzzle and she sat next to me on the couch as we laid it out on my coffee table. She changed into one of my flannel shirts this time, but said it was warm enough now with the fire going to be out of the sweatpants. I told her again about not being able to get into her trunk, but she didn't seem to care.

She would lean against me as we contemplated pieces and I was acutely aware of her femaleness. She held onto my arm as she bent forward, or would place her hand on my thigh to reach for a piece on the opposite end of the table. Twice she brushed against the obvious hard-on in my pants, dragging her hand back over it as she leaned back. I'd steal glances at her as she did this, but she never gave any indication that she was teasing me in any way, nor did she apologize for her touching me. Whenever we would find several key pieces and begin to fit large chunks of the puzzle together, she would hug me, pressing her soft breasts into my arm and her cheek into my shoulder. At one point, I found the key piece to a particularly complicated section and she got very excited. She hugged me hard, bouncing up and down like a little kid and then went to kiss my cheek just as I turned to say something. Our lips met briefly and she jumped back suddenly.

"I'm sorry," I began.

"No, that was my fault," she said, blushing and putting some space between us. I shrugged. Maybe she was more traditional Chinese than I had thought. Whatever it was, it dissipated any sexual tension there may have been in the room. The touching stopped after that.

I cooked a couple cod fillets for dinner, along with some curried rice and veggies. I opened a bottle of wine and poured some for both of us. Chou commented that she had never indulged in drink, but wanted to see what all the wine fuss was about. She enjoyed my selection and we drank the entire first bottle and half of the second. I had to go out to get more wood for the fireplace, so Chou snuggled up on the couch to read. When I came back in, she was asleep again.

I stoked her fire to keep her warm and then brought some wood into my room and began to heat the wood stove. When I had it going, I banked the fire, finished my own reading and blew out my candle.

Later that night, I got up to pee. When I got done, I couldn't flush because there wasn't any water pressure, so there wasn't any noise. Going back to my room, I looked in on Chou. She wasn't on the couch. Looking around, I saw that the fire was down, so I reached for some logs when I heard a noise from upstairs. I looked up at my loft. There was a full moon this night and it illuminated her form. She sat at my desk, her legs up on top of it, masturbating herself as she looked out the windows. She groaned again.

"Yes! Yesssss! Fuck me with that hard cock! Goddamn, I need to be fucked! Yesssss! Hurt me! Fuck me hard! Rape meeeeeeee!"

Her hand moved more frantically and her back arched, mouth open in a silent scream as she came. I watched and found I had my cock in my hand, stroking my shaft furiously. She sat, panting for a few moments, looked out the window again and renewed her masturbating.

"Yes, that's it… Bite me, you bastard! Take me from behind. Fuck me like the bitch I am! OOH FUCK… YES! Pound into me… Yes! Do it Ray! Do it! OOOH GAAAAAWD… SHIT FUCK PISS! OHmyFUCKING GOD!!!! YES you BAStard! Oh YES! Stick that cock into my pussy! Oh shit! Yes! Stick that thick thing in me and hurt me with it! I need it! YESS! YESSS! YEEEEEESSSSSS!" 

She continued on this stream for a few more sentences and then lapsed into Chinese as her hand flew against her cunt and her back arched yet again. She screamed a high, keening sound that I thought might shatter glass! I saw her go limp just as I begin to spurt all over the carpet. I stood there, weak-kneed until I saw Chou begin to stir. I quickly made my way to the bedroom and quietly shut the door. My cock was still hard as hell and I had to masturbate again. I closed my eyes and imagined that Chou had come into my room, her shoulders shrugging as she dropped the robe and revealed her naked magnificence to me. 

I imagined I could see her, standing next to my bed in the soft glow of a candle, watching me masturbate and shoving a candle into her own pussy as she encouraged me. 

"Yes, that's it Ray, rub your cock for me! My pussy is dripping!! Come on, get it good and hard for me and then spew your seed so that I can lick it up! Come on Ray, squirt for me! Oh, God Ray… do it! Look at me! I'm twisting my nipples Ray! I want you to hurt me like this! Do it! Spurt all over my tits!"

With a groan, I called out something and began to cum like a fountain. I groaned again as I spurt the second time, then again twice more. I collapsed onto the bed, my breath ragged as I struggled to raise my arm and gather up my discarded t-shirt to wipe away the mess. As I did, I heard a noise. I looked up, thinking that it might be a cat at the door, but I found nothing there. I came out and found Chou asleep on the couch. Shrugging, I went back to bed, my last thought being "Did she mention my name when she was masturbating or did I imagine that?"

The next day, I dug out a path to the garage to get at more gasoline, draining it from her tank and mine, then taking it downstairs. Now we would be able to run the generator a bit longer.

Chou let me take a shower first, since I smelled like a fuel tank had burst over me. She then asked if I could make lunch while she showered. I made chili dogs and chips, putting them on the table just as she stepped from the shower, again wearing that white dress shirt of mine. We ate and she asked me if I'd like to brush her hair out again as it dried. I loved fondling it and holding it, so we went by the fire and I brushed it while she used the heat to dry it. Soon it was hanging in a shiny black cascade down her back. I kept fondling and brushing it long after I was dry.

"You like long hair, don't you?" she whispered, almost sensually.

"That I do," I replied.

There was a long silence.

"Braid it for me?" she asked. I nodded and began to braid. I have to admit, I'm not very good at it and it took me several tries, but I finally got it done. Now it merely hung to the middle of her back.

When I finished that, Chou laid on the floor and sighed.

"Massage my back?" she asked.

"Sure!"

I began at her shoulders, digging in with my thumbs at the few knots I found back there. She moaned softly as my hands moved down. She still wasn't wearing a bra, but when I got to the tail of the shirt, I found she had put on the panties she was wearing when I found her. I moved my hands up inside the shirt and began to massage her bare skin.

"OOOH, that feels good!" she cooed. I took that as a sign I could continue, so I pushed the shirt further up her body.

"MMMMMMM! I could really get used to being pampered like this!" she moaned. I laughed. I worked on her back for another five minutes or so and then moved down to her glutes. When I squeezed them, she tensed up. I took my hands away, waiting for her to relax again.

"Roll over."

She complied and I moved up toward her head. I sat on my heels and laid her head on me as I massaged her temples and face. She smiled blissfully and told me how wonderful it felt. I kept going, feeling my cock harden as my fingers moved to her jaw line and then to her neck. She looked serenely relaxed as I caressed her like this. I watched as her chest rose and fell. I could see that her dark nipples had hardened to two points and were attempting to push their way through the material of the shirt. The bottom flap of the front tail had fallen aside and I could see the outline of her cleft through the thin black mesh panties. I moved from her neck to her arms, gently sliding down each one, talking to her soothingly, describing what I was doing by directing the negative energies down and telling her to imagine it flowing out her fingers. She smiled and moaned softly as I did so.

I gently took her head from my lap and then continued caressing her arms. From there, I moved to her legs and then down to her delicate little feet. I lifted one foot and began to massage it. When I did, her mouth opened slightly and her breathing changed. I saw her flex her fingers a bit before she relaxed. I massaged up her legs about ¾ of the way before moving over to the other side. This time, when I lifted the leg, there was a bit of a gasp and I looked to see a wet spot forming in the middle of her panties. 

I massaged a little higher this time, but saw a frown on her face when I went above the point from the other side. When I took my hands away, she pushed herself up slowly.

"You're good," she told me in an almost dreamy voice, "Now it's my turn to give you one!" She had me pull the cushions from the couch and I laid on them.

Take your shirt and pants off, silly!" she chided. I complied, hurrying to press my hard-on into the cushions before she could see it.

She was very good, starting at my neck and shoulders, pressing into me and asking each time if she should go harder. I mumbled that I liked deep tissue massage and she began to probe with fingers, palm and elbows, then stood to "walk" on my back. It felt deliciously good and relaxing.

"OK, Ray. Time to turn over!"

I was in a panic. I was still hard as a rock and I didn't want to embarrass her by showing her how much this had turned me on, so I pretended to be almost asleep.

"Ray, turn over so I can do your face" 

"I can't," I said lazily, drawling into the cushion, "I'm too relaxed."

She laughed and began to work on my legs and then down to my feet. I moaned softly and just let myself drift. I must have fallen asleep because I was suddenly cumming and didn't know why. Then I felt her mouth on my big toe again. My cock twitched in response, pumping more of my seed into the towel underneath. I let a soft sigh escape and heard Chou giggle.

"Ray?" she called softly. I feigned sleep again. "Ray?" This time the voice was right next to my ear. I didn't stir

I could hear Chou move around me. She called my name softly twice more. I figured if she did it again, I'd respond. She didn't call again, but slowly snaked her hand under my hips! She grasped my cock through my wet shorts and then chuckled softly to herself.

"It works!" she said, with just a little awe in her voice. She giggled again and got up. A few moments later, I feigned waking up, quickly standing and pulling my pants over my wet underwear.

"Hey sleepyhead," she called out from the kitchen where she was pouring herself a glass of wine.

"Hey," I said back, putting on my shirt.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going out to the garage to see if I can get your trunk open so that you have some clothes to wear."

"You really don't need to!" she said. "I'm fine the way I am!"

"I know, but I thought you might like to wear your own clothing"

"No, really, I'm fine! I like wearing your clothes!"

"You do?" I shrugged the coat back off and hung it up. "OK, suit yourself!"

That night, we laid on the couch, with her between my legs, her back against me as we read and with a blanket pulled up over us. We had downed another bottle of wine with some chicken breasts and were finishing up the second when I started nodding off and decided it was time for bed. I waited for her to get up.

"Let me finish this chapter," she said.

I nodded and put my book down. That was a mistake. Reading had been a distraction, keeping me from fantasizing about the gorgeous woman I had laying against me. I tried to concentrate on the soft music playing from the portable radio on the table but it did no good. My cock began to harden rapidly as fantasies of taking her, watching as her lips wrapped around my cock and her plunging those delicate doll-lips down my shaft flooded my head. Movement from her broke the spell of my thoughts.

"OK, I'm done!" she announced and attempted to get up. Chou tried to turn over and began to fall back and reached down to brace herself against my leg, firmly grasping my hardening cock. She gasped and went to move her hand, but slipped and began to fall. I caught her, grabbing a handful of her left breast. She gasped again and pulled back, blushing furiously. I apologized and got up, trying to hide my erection, but her eyes were firmly glued on my obviously aroused state. 

Embarrassed beyond belief, I walked rapidly to my room. Once inside, I began to berate myself for not being able to hold back my wanton desires. I rapidly rehearsed a dozen apologies, trying to will flaccidity into the steel shaft that stood out from my loins.

After about 10 minutes, my hard-on finally dissipated and I opened the door to my room. As I walked out into the darkness of the living room, I heard Chou softly crying and berating herself as well.

"Why do I get embarrassed?" she sobbed. "I want it! I fantasize about it! But every time I get close to a man I find desirable and think of having him take me, I freeze up. Why? WHY?!!"

I listened to her for a moment, marveling at what she was revealing about herself. Surely she couldn't be having problems with men. She was stunning! She could probably have her pick of young studs!

"God, I want him so badly!" she continued. "He's handsome, kind, gentle and experienced! Why am I blowing it by being so shy, damn it! I want him! Instead, I'm making a fool of myself. Now he probably thinks I'm just a stupid little schoolgirl!"

I cleared my throat. 

"I don't think that at all," I said, seeing her jump. She looked at me with frightened, tear-filled eyes. "In fact, I think quite the opposite. I find you beautiful, sensual, attractive and sexy."

Her eyes went wide at this.

"You think I'm sexy?"

"Very"

"But I'm skinny and I have no tits."

"That's not a bad thing in my book."

"It's-, it's not?"

I shook my head.

"I am not like American girls!"

"That's another plus, actually."

"You… you honestly think I'm attractive? Really?"

I nodded before saying, "I think you're fucking gorgeous (excuse my French)! But I also realize that I'm much older than you. You could get any guy you wanted. What would you want with an old has-been like me?"

"I don't think you are old, nor are you a has-been," she said softly. "I think you're quite handsome."

"You do?"

I know I'd been out of the running for quite some time. Living out here in the middle of nowhere had not endeared me to the local female population whose main goal in life seemed to be "getting the hell outta here." Anyone that stayed beyond the age of 30 was either married to a farmer or so embittered by their feelings of being trapped that I couldn't stand being around them. I liked it here and wanted to stay, so I was not exactly the prize catch in their eyes.

Chou nodded and rose from the couch. "I think you're probably the most handsome, considerate and loving man I've ever met, Ray." She walked toward me.

She had unbuttoned the shirt and stood in the firelight. I could see the two delicate mounds that formed the sides of her breasts peeking out from the opening in her shirt. My gaze followed down her smooth belly and settled on the little tuft of coarse black hair right above her shaved slit. Her pussylips hung down, inviting and glistening with her desire. I could feel myself hardening very quickly.

"Chou, I'm old enough to be your father," I told her.

"But you're not my father, you're a kind, gentle, loving man who has helped me."

"If you knew what I've been thinking, you wouldn't say I was kind and gentle, you'd say I was a horny old lech!" We both laughed before I let my face grow serious, "You really don't have to do this, Chou. You don't owe-,"

She shushed me by putting her fingertips to my lips and then took my hands and placed them inside the shirt and on her breasts. They weren't big, about like two half oranges that poked out from her chest, but they were soft, her nipples were hard and her skin was warm. She moved in to me and we kissed.

My thumbs brushed across those nubs and I swore I could feel them swell under my touch. I pinched them lightly between my thumbs and forefingers. Her eyes closed and she moaned sensuously. I pinched harder and she bowed her back, hissing "YESSSSS!" 

Letting go of her nipples, my hands then moved around to the smooth skin of my back and pulled her against me. Our mouths were locked passionately as my tongue teased and played tag with hers. 

"I want you, Ray."

"I want you, Chou, but…,"

"But what?"

"But… "

I hesitated for a moment, the vision of the fun my wife and I had came flooding back into my memory. Sarah had been an exception to the ladies in town. She'd moved here in her freshman year in high school and loved it as well. She was a free soul though, and without inhibitions. She was wild and passionate in bed and had brought that out in me. The gentle huggy-kissy stuff that most girls wanted was fine, but it did nothing to stir me. Sarah looked at sex as a challenge in animal passion. We had fucked everywhere. One night I chased her into the hills, both of us buck-naked as we rutted on top of a rock, her screaming like a banshee in orgasm and me growling with mine, just like the wild animals of the night. 

I didn't know if Chou would be up to it, but I had to be honest with her.

I held her close and told her of my relationship with Sarah and how we enjoyed sex.

"Were you like that before you met her?"

I laughed. "No, actually, I was quite shy. I'd only been out with two other girls prior to her and was still a virgin at 19. She was 16 and had a "reputation" around school as being a wild girl, but one who would go through guys like she changed underwear. She told me she was looking for someone who wasn't a "dead fuck" in bed. She wanted someone bright, uninhibited and open-minded. One day, she brought her car into the garage I worked at and asked me to check it out. She checked me out while I did it and then she was the forward one, asking me out on a date. I was the perfect gentleman towards her for the first five nights. Then she took me to a party where an ex-boyfriend insulted her. I beat the crap out of him for what he'd said. When I took her home, she wanted to reward me. I was nervous, but I knew what she wanted to do, so I told her about my grandpa's farm and how I used to sit in this cave and watch the animals fuck or read my stash of girlie magazines while beating off. I'd never told a girl about that before. She practically demanded that I take her there. We did it in the cave that is now my garage. I don't know what got into me, but once I got over my nervousness, she said I fucked like a madman."




Rescue Ch. 01



Chou shuddered, but didn't look frightened. Instead, she asked, "Can you show me how to fuck like that?"

I looked at her for a long time.

"Chou, I can be pretty rough and you're a small girl. Sarah wasn't small and she could take a lot of it. Like I said, we were like animals." 

"I want to fuck like an animal."

"Do you?"

"Yes," she said, closing her eyes and smiling. 

"The other night, I went up into your loft. When I was up there, I watched a she-wolf walking around, looking for things to eat. A male wolf came out of the woods. They growled and fought with one another, but he eventually took her. It excited me to the point where I had to masturbate!"

"I know," I said. "I was watching you."

Chou looked startled and then smiled.

"I imagined that it was you taking me out there, Ray. You, fucking me in the snow like that. I imagined it was you holding me down, biting my ear and forcing your cock deep inside me, showing me that I was nothing more than just a rutting bitch in heat."

She looked me in the eye.

"Did you masturbate when you watched me, Ray?"

I nodded.

"I know you did too. I stepped in your cum when I was coming back down to the couch. I looked up and realized you probably were watching me. I was drunk enough then that I decided to come to your room and let you fuck me. But when I opened the door and saw you masturbating, I became mesmerized. I'd never seen a man masturbate before. I watched you until you came, then I quietly shut the door and ran to the couch, almost giggling with perverse joy at what I'd witnessed. I was going to rub myself again, but you came out of your room, so I pretended to be asleep. By the time you went back in, I really did pass out."

"Ray, all my life I've taken chances in every area except one. I was afraid of love. My husband sparked it in me but he died before we could make it grow. I only knew him for two weeks. And he was an older man too. A sailor, merchant marine. He stowed me away on his ship. I was cold, starving and scared when he found me in the bar and suggested that he could smuggle me back home with him. He was nice and gentle, like you. He could have just fucked me and left, but he didn't. When we pulled into the Phillippines, he went around bribing people until he was able to purchase me some papers. Two days later, he smuggled me off the ship and we got married. We spent our honeymoon in Manila, screwing like two rabbits in some hotel room. He told me more things he was going to do when we got home and he had his "proper gear" but we only made passionate love there. I was so timid that he laughed sometimes.

"You have many things to learn, Chou," he would tell me. "He then bought me a ticket to the U.S. and gave me money, told me to go to his house and he'd see me in two months. But he never came home. His ship was caught in a storm they tried to avoid, and he was thrown overboard. He left me enough money to make me comfortable, but I still had to work. I was not very well accepted in my neighborhood, so I sold the house and left."

"So, what was so special about the house then?"

"I don't know. It had this room in the basement that was like a vault, but I could never open it."

"Vault?"

"Yes. Big metal door with lots of things to lock it. The realtor opened it for me and we looked inside. He chucked a bit and made some suggestive remarks, but I never understood what he was talking about."

"What did it look like inside?"

"It was very comfortable, but had lots of rings in the walls and padding and stuff. It was almost deathly quiet in there."

I laughed.

"What is so funny?"

"I'm just thinking that your husband was kinkier than you thought!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I think he may have been into bondage. Sarah and I did that many times."

"Bondage? You mean tying each other up?"

"No, I mean one person being tied and at the mercy of another."

"Tell me about this," she said breathlessly. I looked down and saw that she was unconsciously touching her breasts.

"I can do better," I told her, "I can show you."

"Will you?" she said, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling beneath her dark bangs.

"Yes, but later." I reached out for her, pulling her to me and onto my lap and putting my hand on her breast, pinching it until she squealed. "Right now, I just want to push you down onto the rug and fuck you like the bitch you are in front of the fire!"

Chou gasped, but didn't resist when I dragged her into my lap. I pulled the shirt off her, grabbed her by her braid and kissed her hard. Her arms went around my neck and her legs opened to my caress. She combed her nails through my hair as I bit her lip and our tongues played against each other. 

I would break off our kisses and she would stay frozen in place, eyes closed, lips parted, as if not wanting the memory of the moment to end, yet waiting to see what the next moment would bring. 

I pulled on the braid, arching her neck and back and pushing out the twin globes of her small breasts. 

I suckled the right one and then the left, my other hand caressing her inner thighs and then rubbing up against the damp crotch of her panties. 

Chou alternated between denying me access and opening her legs, shuddering each time my hand grazed her clit, her legs snapping shut. Each time she closed them, I would pull on her braid, making her arch again and forcing her breast into my mouth. I would then bite down gently on the nipple, increasing the pressure until her legs opened and she cried out. It was the fifth or sixth time I did this that my hand became soaked as she came hard. Her body went rigid, pressing against the edge of my hand and shuddering, almost to the point of vibrating as if she were having a seizure. Then she screamed and went limp, moaning and tossing her head slowly back and forth.

"Did you like that?" I asked her. Her glazed eyes tried to focus on me. I caressed the sore breast I'd just bitten, feeling my mark on the soft skin.

"Did you like that, Chou?"

"Oh… I… I… ugh… Oh!"

I pinched her nipple slightly and she arched her back, shuddering again.

"Did you like that?!" I asked again, louder this time.

"YESSSS! FUCK! DAMN YOU! 

I pinched her again, this time twisting the nipple slightly while my other hand went inside her panties and my finger invaded her sex.

"OHMYFUCKINGGODI'MCUMMINGHAAAARRRRRDDDD!"

Chou bucked herself out of my arms and onto the rug, the twin almond shaped slits of her eyes closing, her cheeks flushed, her nostrils flaring and her delicate, bow shaped mouth open with desire. Her arms hung at her sides in a posture of total subjugation. She had come several times in the space of a few moments. It would not do to let her come down at this point and think about things. It was now my turn.

I knelt over Chou and lifted her ankles onto my shoulders. Sliding upwards until the backs of her knees fell into place, I rose up and looked at her tiny little body, bent almost in half. I placed my hard cock against her pussy lips and began to rub up and down. Compared to her, my tool looked almost massive! I looked at it and honestly wondered if I'd get it in her without hurting her! 

The softness of that wrinkled flesh there felt like heaven as I teased the head of my cock up and down her slit. I held myself up, grasping my member and kept sliding the tip of my cock through her pussy lips, up against her clit and back down, circling the tight pucker of her asshole. Each time I hit her clit and ass, she would gasp and shudder with a mini-orgasm. 

I thought about how I would love to be down there, sucking and biting on that puffy flower of hers, of how I would ask her to fulfill the same fantasy that Sarah had promised me but had never fulfilled and have those beautiful lips pierced! The thought of Chou doing this almost sent me over the edge before I was able to plunge into her. I rested for a moment, looking into her eyes. They were still barely open and her head was still shaking side to side. She was almost in tears and saying something that I couldn't understand, but I didn't care. I rubbed the head deeper into her slit and felt the moist wetness seeping out to cover the head of my cock. I'd never wanted to fuck someone as much as I did with Chou right now. She was so tiny, so fragile looking. Yet, her face gave off a smoldering sensuality as she gazed at me.

"Do it!" she whispered, looking at me through lidded eyes. "Do it! Slam it into me! Fuck this bitch hard! I want it. I want you to cum in me. Use me! Fuck me! Do it now!" I placed it at the entrance and began to bear down. 

Chou's eyes opened wide along with her mouth. Her back arched and she began to talk louder now in Chinese. Her legs flexed, her heels digging into my back, pushing me downward and into her. 

Inch by inch, my cock slowly stabbed into that tight sheath. She continued to babble on in her native tongue and shuddered. 

"Oh fuck, you're ripping me in twwwwwwwooooooooo!" she screamed in English and then began to talk rapidly in Chinese again. She shuddered and came again, the lubrication easing the friction a bit. She shuddered once more, grabbing me hard around the neck and pushing her heels into my back with a jerk. I stabbed the last three inches into her and bottomed out, bone to bone. She cried out a piercing scream once more and then went limp.

I pulled back and the suction was tremendous, as if either I was going to pull her insides out or she was going to pull my dick off. About 2/3rds of the way out, I heard this sucking noise as finally some air could get into the orifice. I pushed in again and it was so tight I thought I'd lose it, but she began to relax and adjust. Within a minute, I had my cock pistoning in and out of her with increasing rapidity.

I was just hitting my stride when her eyelids fluttered and her hips began to buck. She just began to groan, punctuating our movement each time I slammed into her, knocking the air out of her lungs.

I fucked her hard, slamming my cock into her with utter abandon and she spewed words at me in Chinese. Unable to control myself, I began to talk as well.

"That's it, you Asian whore! Fuck that cock, you little slut! Fuck me like the animal-bitch you are! Come on you little fuck-toy! Squirt your stuff all over daddy's cock! Make me cum and split you in two with my seed! COME ON, YOU GOD DAMNED MOTHERFUCKING WHORE SLUT! FUCK MY COCK! OH GOD, I LOVE HOW YOUR PUSSY FEELS SQUEEZING MY PRICK! YESSSS! I FUCKING LOVE YOUUUU!"

"YES, goddamn it Ray! Split my pussy in half! Kill me with your cock, you lovely old bastard! STAB ME WITH YOUR COCK YOU ASSHOLE! RAPE ME! RAAAAAAPPEEE MEEEEEEEE YOU WONDERFUL BASTARD!!"

With that shout, Chou screamed and clutched at me and I could feel her cum squirting out over my balls. I groaned and ploughed into her one more time before unloading my seed deep inside her willing hole, spasming hard an giving a little thrust of my hips each time I would squirt.

I looked down and Chou's eyes had rolled back into her head. Her arms fell from my neck and her legs ceased to grip me. I collapsed on top of her, both of us dripping with sweat. I rolled off her, reached for the blanket on the couch, pulled it over us and fell asleep with her petite form snuggled securely in my arms.



Rescue Ch. 02



SUMMARY: In RESCUE Pt. 1, Ray, a widower, finds a young woman of Asian descent is lost in a rural area and has driven into a ditch. Because there is an impending snowstorm, he invites her to stay at his house. The blizzard traps them. Ray finds that he is attracted to Chou, but is still mourning the loss of his wife, Sarah, and his two children, who had died a couple years previously in an accident. As they spend time together, Ray feels his sexual needs reawakening with this lovely, exotic woman that is 14 years his junior.

When he finally watches her masturbating in his loft, he knows his needs have finally come to the surface. They talk and she tells him of losing her brother when they escaped communist China and then of losing her husband when he was washed overboard in a storm. In this next story, Ray slowly discovers that Chou is as adventurous as his late wife.

It was a surreal scene, but I looked down and saw the strawberry blonde of my late wife's head bobbing up and down on my cock while the children played in a field, chasing butterflies. I ran my fingers through Sarah's hair as she sucked up and down, taking me all the way inside her mouth. I could feel her tongue laving the underside of my cock and then tickling my balls as she deep throated me. I could feel myself getting close to cumming and wanted to be in her pussy one last time.

"Fuck me," I cried out to her. Her face rose and put a finger to her lips, then pointed to the children. She then straddled my cock and sank her warm sleeve down onto my saliva-coated rod. She felt ethereally light for her size. Sarah was not fat, but she wasn't a small woman either. She was an inch taller than me and very curvaceous. Sarah liked to say that she had "breeder hips" and was built for being a mother. 

I had fallen in love with her adventurous side first, gradually learning to appreciate her true physical beauty. She was the first girl I'd ever slept with out of three, the other two being a Filipino hooker and a Japanese girl I'd known when stationed on Okinawa while serving in the Navy. When I returned Stateside, we married and Sarah filled my life with joy every morning for 17 years. She always had a smile for me and was always randy and willing in bed. She was frank about sex talk and was determined not to have our children grow up with stunted emotional and sexual ideas. We had discovered a nudist colony and campground during our travels just before Ray Jr. was born and would often go there as a family. Both my son and daughter were growing up with an appreciation of, and pride in, their bodies.

Sarah fucked me hard and with need. I reached up and felt her skin with my fingertips, so soft and pliant. My digits played with her pink nipples and the veined orbs of her breasts that hung like fleshy pendulums from her body. I could feel her weight, yet she floated on my cock in an almost ghostlike manner. I watched as she gripped my shoulders and shuddered with her orgasm, the drooling juices from her pussy flooding over my cock and balls. Groaning, I then erupted inside her and arched my back, driving my cock as deep into her pussy as I could.

Sarah panted and stayed on top of me for several minutes, her pussy twitching around my cock, squeezing and milking all the sperm deep into her womb.

"Time for me to go, babe," she then told me, getting up and off my cock with a wet plop. Yet, I was still hard and still needed her!

"No," I cried, "Sarah, don't go!"

"I have to, Ray. I have to get the children back."

"Back to where? This is your home, Sarah! Here with me!"

"No, Ray," she said, her naked form walking away from me and calling to the children, who came running up to her, taking her hand. She smiled sadly at me. 

"We are someplace better. We're safe. We love you and we're fine." 

The sun was setting behind them now and the glare was making it hard for me to see. I shaded my eyes against the glare, but for some reason, I couldn't seem to get up from where I lay, though I desperately wanted to. Damn it, I needed Sarah!

"Sarah! Noooo! Don't go away! I miss you! I need you back!"

"I miss you too, Ray, but things cannot be changed. Go on with your life Ray. Live again! Live each day as if it were your last!" she called out, her voice fading in the distance, "Remember, 'each day as if it were your last!' That's what I did! I don't regret a single moment of it!"

"Sarah, no! I want you to stay!"

"I can't, Ray!" she said, her voice growing even more distant.

"Bye Daddy!" called the kids.

"Sarah! Wait for me!"

"It's not your time yet, Ray. Live your life! We'll be together again! Live your life, Ray. Enjoy it..." her voice trailed off and the sun set. When I could see again, she was no longer there.

"NOOOOO! SAAARRAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

* * * * *

I jerked upward into a sitting position from the floor and called out again in a heart-wrenching sob, "SAAAAAARRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

"RAY! RAY! It's all right, hon! It's all right! I'm with you! It's all right!"

A light came on and I blinked several times. I was sweating profusely and had to wipe the droplets from my brow. A face entered my vision. Not Sarah's but a face I knew. Listening, I could hear my ragged breathing, the crackle of the fire and suddenly remembered where I was and who the woman was. I blinked, looked at her and then broke down, sobbing.

"Yes, that's right, Ray," she said, holding me to her breast, "Let it all out. Let out all the grief you've held inside these two years. Cry for your Sarah!"

And cry I did! I sobbed like a baby for a good half-hour, feeling her hand on my hair, stroking me, comforting me, and calming me. Sarah's words kept echoing in my brain. She had granted me release... but why? And why now?

I put my arms around Chou and hugged her tight, feeling her small, light body rise from my bear hug. I looked up at her and then sat up. She and I were both naked from the waist down. My pubic hair was matted and sticky, as were hers.

"I woke up," she said, looking like an embarrassed little girl. "You were poking me in the back with that thing, so I pulled the covers away to look at it and then I had to suck it." 

I smiled. "It felt good in my dream."

Chou's face fell. "But it was not me in your dream."

"No," I said, seeing her crestfallen face, "it wasn't you, Chou. But if what I dreamt is true, it may be in the future."

Chou looked up at me. "What do you mean?"

I told her of my dream and what Sarah had said to me. When I was done, there were tears in Chou's eyes and she hugged me then kissed me with a need. It really wasn't sexual as much as want of reassurance and affection. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I held her like that as she cried against my shoulder. After she calmed down, she simply rested her head there and sighed, kissing my skin occasionally to let me know she was still awake.

"I'm so afraid," she said after moments of silence.

"Afraid of what?"

She bent back to look at me, her eyes glistening.

"I am afraid that I will not live up to your expectations, up to her standards."

"Chou, you don't have to live up to anyone's standards or expectations. Just be you."

"But I don't know who 'me' is," she said softly before looking up at my face, her eyes glistening. "Oh, I know who Chou Tsai is, but I don't know who Chou, the woman, Chou the sensual animal is!"

"But that's half the fun, Chou!" I said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "It's the learning, the experimenting, the discovery! We do it for mutual satisfaction, not because someone else demands it of us! We do it to keep young and to explore! We do it to get to know one another! That's one of the things that keeps a relationship alive!"

"I'm still afraid."

"Afraid of what? That you won't have the same drive and desire that Sarah had? Of course you won't! No more than I will have the same qualities that your brother or your husband had."

"No, it's not that," she said, hesitantly.

"What then?"

She looked at me for a few moments and then looked away, hiding her head and blushing. I pulled her head up by her chin and made her look at me.

"What is it?"

"I'm afraid of what is deep inside of me, Ray. The only other two men in my life, my brother Li and my husband, Del, brought out something deep inside of me that both frightened me and drove me wild with lust. I'm afraid of that other person in me!"

"You're afraid because that inner person is unknown. Because you've read that others don't have dreams or fantasies or passionate marriages like that! Oh, you should have heard the rumors going around town about my wife. Hell, Sarah was reputed to be fucking half the men in town, but I know for a fact that she wasn't. She may have fucked quite a few before she found me, but she called them all 'dead fucks.' They either just did it in the missionary position with little or no foreplay or she rode them while they laid there, dead. None of them would do anything outside the bedroom. That's why she called them 'dead fucks.' They didn't have any life in them."

"Sara was a very passionate woman."

"That she was, Chou, that she was!"

Chou then said in a very small voice, "I hope I can be passionate."

"I know you can, Chou."

"I know I can be too, Ray... if I have someone to guide me, to help me unleash that passion."

I smiled at her and kissed her, realizing it had been her that was riding me when I was dreaming it was Sarah. I pulled Chou back into my lap. She came to me, limp as a rag doll. I pushed her legs behind me, putting her arms around my neck. I kissed her and lifted her slightly. She gasped when I brought her down and slid my hard cock deep into her pussy. She hadn't been expecting that.

"Ride me like you did when I was asleep!" I commanded her. Chou's eyes opened wide and then narrowed to slits as she smiled. She pushed me back down onto the floor and rearranged herself and began to pump. I reached up and pinched her nipples and she moaned, so I pinched them harder. 

Chou hissed and arched her back, slamming her ass down onto my cock with a rapidity I didn't think possible. I pinched even harder and then twisted her nipples cruelly.

"AAAAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, "YESSSSSSSSSSSS.... Yes, Ray! Hurt me! Pinch me hard! Make me your slut! YOUR slut! YOUUUUUURRRRR SLLUUUUUUUTTTTT!!!!"

Chou screamed and went rigid, her juices bathing my cock and balls in a sticky cum-bath yet again. Her nipples stood out, dark with the abuse I had performed on them. She shuddered one more time and then collapsed on top of me, her cunt still spasming against my cock. 

I began to caress her back with my fingertips, massaging the muscles on either side of her spine. Each time I touched her lower back and ass, she shuddered in another mini orgasm and I'd feel fluids pour out and onto my pubes. After a few moments, her breathing slowed and she went limp, falling asleep on my chest. I pulled the covers back over us and held her that way, thinking about what we had done and where this was going. Did I really want to take on a lover so soon? I asked myself. I laughed. Soon? Ray, it's been over two years! Listen to Sarah! Time to move on, buddy!

I held her and caressed my lovely oriental lover for the rest of the evening, gently squeezing her and touching her as I did. I vaguely remember her stirring as dawn began to show through the upper windows. Somewhere in there, I finally fell asleep and awoke to the smell of fresh-brewed coffee, bacon, eggs and toast.

* * * * * I padded silently out to the kitchen just as Chou had finished laying out a lavish breakfast.

"Oh" she said, looking startled when I hugged her, "I was just about to come out and wake you!" She turned and kissed me, "...in a most pleasant way!"

"MMMMMM," I told her, squeezing her tiny waist. "This is the most pleasant way I can think of to wake up! The smell of good food, coffee and seeing a sexy, beautiful lady dressed in my shirt!"

And it was true. I can't think of anything more sensuous than a woman singularly clothed in a mans dress shirt. Chou's long, athletic legs were almost completely exposed by the side-cuts in the shirt and her dark nipples teased me behind the semi-opaqueness of its woven white cloth. 

"Slow down, Tiger," she said laughing and pulling us apart, "The food's getting cold!"

I let her go and looked outside. It was snowing again, but this time there wasn't a wind to cause drifting. It was a more serene snowfall, as if it were a peaceful picture-postcard scene. I picked up my cup of coffee and sat at the table.

We made small talk while we ate. After cleaning up, I gathered Chou and had her straddle my lap as we kissed. When we broke, I hugged her and then we moved to the couch to cuddle and stare out the only window not covered in snow. During our talk, I asked about her life in China, how she had escaped and why she had left. She told me of her life, growing up in the village and she spoke wistfully about her oldest brother, how much she had respected and admired him for being athletic and intelligent. He had been the first from their village to go to college. However, while he was there, he fell in with a group of other intellectual students that didn't think their country was changing fast enough. In essence, Tung became a "radical" while in college and, typical of an impatient young man, tried to encourage more rapid change in his country. He had been jailed and that was the last that the family had seen of him.

"Is that why you left China?"

"No," she said, shaking her head and looking down. "It was because of my father."

"What about him?"

Chou played with my chest hairs before answering. 

"He wanted me to marry a party official to regain status for the family," she began.

Chou then told me that the man in question was almost 35 years her senior at the time. Her father was ambitious and saw changes coming. Xiang was the manager of a factory in Shanghai as well as a leader in the black market. A ranking party official, he would have much influence to help her family. Chou didn't want to marry him, but knew if she didn't, she would bring shame onto her family. To buy some time, she convinced them to hold off the marriage for a year. Her second brother, Li, did not wish to see her married to such an old man and he helped her save and plan for her escape. It was at the last moment that he decided to flee with her. 

I pulled a blanket over us both and held her as she told her story...

* * * * * Chou's Story * * * * *

It was on a planned visit to Shanghai to visit relatives and meet with Xiang that I found the means to escape. 

Since it was four of us traveling (mother, father, my brother Li and I), we took the least expensive route on the train, which made a stop near the border of the Hong Kong territories, which were still in British hands at the time. My brother had been talking to me in the only privacy available, the space between cars. He was asking me to find a reason to leave when they stopped at the next station. I reluctantly agreed and we made our way back to our seats.

Soon, the train began to slow for the station. I trembled inside, now that the moment of truth was upon me, but I worked very hard not to show it. At the last moment, I got up from my seat and told my parents I needed to use the restroom. To curb any thought I might have of running away, father ordered my brother, who was 2 years older, to escort me. Little did he know that my brother was actually willing to HELP me escape!

My intent had been to have my brother get into an argument with a railway guard and let me slip away. To my delight, some students managed to create a distraction instead, getting into a brawl at the station over the lack of some "papers" and this managed to temporarily lure all the guards away from their posts, giving me a wonderful opportunity. Li, however, simply decided he couldn't just let his little sister go out into the world, naïve and unprotected, so he took me by the hand and we fled the train together. 

"You are still too young, unsophisticated and trusting," he told me. I bristled at that thought, but knew it was not the right time to argue. 

He whispered to me, "Walk confidently until we find some cover." 

We did so, edging past the guards and the brawl they were attempting to break up. Safely away from the station, we sat inside a small restaurant in the market, sipping tea. After waiting for what seemed like hours, we began looking for the street and then the shop of the person that would help us cross the border to freedom.

The elderly couple sheltering us became extremely upset because they were only expecting to smuggle one person across, not two. They yelled and screamed about the unforeseen complication, extorting the last of my hard-saved money because it now became "more complicated" and making us wait for almost a month before making plans to get us across the border. Until then, we earned our keep by cleaning out the courtyard (which was filled with chicken coops), sorting out the eggs for sale at the market and plucking freshly butchered chickens.

Li had been thinking and planning furiously ever since he had followed me from the train. He worked very hard to put up a brave front, not letting anyone bully us easily. The old man had been giving me lecherous looks and Li evidently saw the evil thoughts that dripped from his eyes. When the old man had tried to paw and grope me one morning as I was washing up, Li began to protest, pulling the old man around the corner and "revealing" that they weren't brother and sister, but were, in fact, husband and wife...

"Is that so?" croaked the old man, "And when did you get married?"

"We were on our honeymoon when we decided we wanted to go to America!" Li bravely told him.

"And you have consummated your marriage? She is no longer a virgin?" Li laughed and puffed his chest out, "She has not been a virgin for almost a year!" 

"Really!" bristled the old man, "Then why is it you two sleep apart?"

"Our parents would be looking for a husband and wife," Li lied, twisting their story, "so we traveled as brother and sister instead!"

The old man nodded. "That is good! You have even fooled me then!" 

"However," he continued, "It may not have been wise. There is a very powerful man from Shanghai looking for a brother and sister that have stolen from his factories and eluded him. I would recommend you go back to being husband and wife if you wish to keep from being turned in to the authorities." 

"Besides," he finished with an evil, gap-toothed grin, "I should not deny you your bride any longer! I will allow the two of you to be together tonight for I do not know when you will be able to leave here. I want to be able to say that you both are most assuredly husband and wife. The reward for the brother and sister is temptingly high!" 

The old mans eyes glistened demonically in the lamplight as he searched Li's face, but Li remained unmoved. In reality, Li hadn't allowed himself to even think beyond this point, so he meditated on the silkworms he had observed earlier that day, causing his face to reveal nothing. The old man studied him for several minutes before finally giving up.

"Go!" he said, "Go and tell your pretty, young wife that you will now spend your evenings together.

Li turned and headed back to me, putting a grin of happiness on his face to hide the panic he now felt. When he turned the corner, I was standing there with a furious look on my face. He knew I had heard most of what had been said and I watched the emotions wash across his features as he made up his mind how to explain this to me. I wasn't having any of it though and opened my mouth to protest. Before I could start, Li shook his head "no" and led me to the courtyard where we helped tend the chickens.




Rescue Ch. 02



"How COULD you?!!" I hissed, "How could you tell him I am your WIFE?"

"I have been outside," whispered Li, his lips not moving, "I have heard that Xiang is offering a large reward for any smuggler to turn in a young brother and sister who escaped from the train. The reward has tempted our benefactor and he sees a chance to collect twice on us. I needed to disappoint him!"

"But how will we disappoint him?" I whispered back, smiling at him while cleaning out a cage. To anyone watching, it looked as if two lovers were smiling shyly at one another. In reality, I was seething with anger.

"We have been given permission to consummate our marriage tonight."

"We WHAT?" I cried, my anger boiling over to the point where I was almost striking my brother.

"Stop it!" he hissed, "He has several passage ways throughout his house. He is probably spying on us NOW!"

"You really expect me to sleep in the same bed with you tonight?"

"No," 

"Good, because I wo-,"

"I expect us to make love tonight!"

"LI!" I cried out loud. Li looked and saw the old man's eyes staring at us from a vent in the roof.

"Chou!" he cried back and wrapped his arms around my neck, kissing me hard on the lips so that I couldn't scream and struggle. When he moved from my lips to my neck, I gasped and stopped struggling.

"Shut up, silly bitch sister of mine or I will end up in prison and you will be married to that old fossil, Xiang!" he whispered fiercely in my ear.

Li swung me around so that I could also see the old mans eyes watching us through the vent, so I played along and kissed him back. I have to admit that I actually didn't mind kissing my brother. I had always looked up to my older brother and thought of him as strong and handsome. Many young men in their village had tried to gain my eye but, in all honesty, I had always compared them to Li and none ever seemed to measure up. But to sleep with him? My own BROTHER? I truly didn't know if I could do that!

We kept kissing as we stood in the enclosed courtyard. After a moment, I felt his tongue snake into my mouth and his hand move onto my breast. The blood rushed to my head as my heart began to pound. My brother was now fondling me! 

As his hand moved over my breasts, I felt his thumb graze across the hardening nipples, eliciting a moan from my lips. As passions became enflamed, Li began to kiss me harder. Without thinking, I began molding my body into his. My resolve completely dissipated when I pressed my groin onto his thigh and felt his cock hardening under his pants. Li growled as his hand traveled to my ass and pulled me tight against him. 

"Chou!" he whispered fiercely, making me moan as my desire grew.

There was a distant sound of someone going "BAAAH!" and something closed. When that happened, Li broke the kiss and laughed.

"There, we've convinced him... somewhat!"

I stood there, looking and feeling dazed. My mind was fuzzy and confused by all the emotions coursing through me.

"Convinced who of what?" I asked, somewhat breathily.

"The old man," replied Li, apparently not affected by what had just transpired.

"What about him?" I said, wanting to get back to the kissing again.

"He was watching us from up there," he said, indicating the vent. "He saw us kiss and is now starting to believe the story I told him."

"Oh yes! I saw him when you swung me around!" I shook my head to clear it and then looked up at him with a beaming smile before asking, "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

"What?" said Li, turning and then blushing when he realized what she had asked. "It was... something I picked up at campus when I visited Tung," he told her, 

"One of the guys whose parents are bigwig party officials stole some American sex movies from his fathers collection and we watched them in the A-V room. He charged the others to watch the movies and, since I was providing and working the equipment, he gave me a cut! How do you think I could afford to help you?"

"Oh," I said, looking at him, "Can we do it again?"

"Do what again?"

"What we were doing before," I said, blushing, "You know,... kissing?"

"Save it for later tonight, sis!" he replied, laughing.

I have to say I was disappointed, but kept silent and followed him obediently out of the garden.

Later, I found myself wandering through an unfamiliar part of the house/business complex. Just when I was going to call out for help, I heard cries and moans coming from the bottom of a stairwell and crept silently down them to see what it was. At the bottom, I looked through the small window cut into the crude, thick door and almost cried out at what I saw. Two smelly, smoking oil lamps and several candles lit the room. Inside, the old man and his wife were milling about, taunting and slapping two of the girls that were also staying with us, waiting to be smuggled. Both were stripped naked! 

One girl, Chai Li, was standing in what looked like a reinforced door frame, her arms and legs bound and pulled into a big X in the middle of it. She was hanging loosely, her head down and her long, dark hair covering her face as she whimpered. Her back was a maze of red welts that crisscrossed it, some of which were trickling droplets of blood where the skin had been cut. I clamped a hand over my mouth as I nearly gasped, realizing that the girl had been whipped! The other young woman, Suong, was tied face down to a rough wooden table and the old man was standing over her as she moaned. Craning my neck and standing on tiptoe, my fingers clung to the ledge of the small opening so that I could see more. 

Once again I had to cover my mouth to keep from gasping. The old man's bony fingers were plunging in and out of the girl's sex while the crone that was his wife held a candle above her back and dripped the accumulated hot wax all over the poor girls exposed flesh. There was movement and a third person was revealed to be in the room. It was a young man that I had never seen before and he held something on his shoulder. It took a moment for me to realize that it was a video camera.

The man spoke and, to my shock, I found that he was not speaking Chinese! Listening, I found I understood him, having studied English devoutly for the last four years! I listened to the voice and decided that the accent must be American.

"YES!" he cried out, moving around and then dipping so that the camera lens could catch the skeletal fingers of the old man plunging in and out of the girls wet, gushing pussy.

"That's it, Chen! Fuck that pussy! YES! Oh Goddamn it man, we are going to make a mint! Make her moan, man! Make her moan!"

The old man's fingers went in and out of her pussy faster and faster as he gradually added finger after finger until his entire bony hand was thrusting into her pussy. Disgustedly, I could hear the wet sucking noises it made as he plunged his skeletal fist deep into the girls wanton, hairy sex. Chen moved and I gasped as I saw his wife now dripping the hot wax down in between the girl's ass cheeks. The Occidental with the camera then motioned Chen and his wife aside so that he could catch the girl's expressions with the video equipment. 

The old man then unlocked something and the part of the table between the girl's legs fell away, allowing the old man to step between them. I watched as he opened his pants and reached inside. My eyes went wide as I saw him remove his manhood from the opening, exposing himself in front of his wife and this stranger with the camera!

He moved forward and pressed against the girl's sex. 

I could feel tears streaming down my face. I was both horrified and mesmerized by what I saw. The dark purple head of the old man's cock pressed against the hairy slit of the young woman. When he pressed forward harder, she let out a shrill scream as she suddenly realized she was not simply being finger-fucked but was now being raped. 

The man with the camera simply smiled, saying, "Excellent! Yes, Chen, make the bitch scream!"

The old man named Chen grunted as he forced himself deeper into her. His wife backed off and went over to the other girl that was hanging and began to fondle the girl's breasts. Chai Li moaned, but did little to react otherwise. I tried to be revolted as I took this all in and then felt something between my legs. Looking down, I was startled to see that my hand had found it's way inside my pants and I was masturbating! 

First, there was the flush of embarrassment. When it registered to me exactly what it was that my fingers were doing, I yanked my hand out of my pants and quickly, yet quietly made my way back up the stairs, crying and blushing furiously. I couldn't help thinking that what I'd seen was disgusting and perverted... and had turned me on immensely! Turned me on SO much so, that I'd masturbated! I was horrified! This was something I'd only done late at night and in the privacy of my own room when I couldn't sleep. Never before had I been so brazen! Making my way into our room, I shut the door and lay down. Everything that had transpired in the last few hours seemed to conspire against my upbringing. 

Never had I been so turned on! Never had my loins ever tingled with such need! Never before had I experienced such thoughts. My mind wandered back and forth from her brother's kiss, to the torture and rape of the young ladies in the cellar. These thoughts circled and whirled in my mind until I shook with need and desire. Crying out, I pulled the blankets between my legs and madly rubbed them against my clothed cleft. Both drawn and repulsed by what I had seen, I couldn't help but wish that it had been ME on that table. As that thought hit my consciousness, my body began to quake as I dwelled on that idea. After that, it became ME, not Chai Li that was being whipped; that it was ME instead of Suong that was strapped to the table and that it was my brother Li that was entering me while the American taped it all! I cried out as I imagined that the American had taken out his cock as well and had placed it at my lips so that I could kiss and worship it as well!

I was now totally confused, not knowing where these feelings were coming from. Wherever the source, I was panting and crying out with a need of my own. My anger seethed at the old man and lady, wanting it to be ME there, ME being pleasured! My mind battled and raged as I envisioned my brother standing over me, laying on me, entering me! Within a few minutes, I felt an explosion of emotion cascading into white lights! Exhausted, I must have lay there panting for many minutes before drifting off into a deep sleep.

I was awakened later when Li stole into the room and crawled under the covers.

"What are you doing?" I giggled.

"My husbandly duties, woman!" he cried, laughing and falling into my arms. He held himself above me and smiled, bending down to kiss my lips, cheeks and eyes over and over again. This time I welcomed him, enjoying the touch of my brother's lips. I wrapped my arms around his torso and gasped.

"Li, where are your clothes?!!"

He laughed and kissed his way across my brow. "Surely you don't expect us to make love with our clothes ON now, do you?"

"I, I-..." My head was swirling from his deliciously delicate kisses as I stuttered, stalling for some time. I then felt his breath on my neck and gave in, feeling my pussy beginning to leak with arousal as he shifted his weight.

"He's watching us through the vent in the ceiling," he said softly into my ear. 

"Are you still a virgin?"

"Yesss," I hissed, wondering what that had to do with anything.

"I was afraid of that!" he sighed. "I am going to undress you, Chou. And then I am going to place a strip of black silk under you to catch the blood from when I take your virginity. I need to warn you, it is going to hurt. No matter what I do, please don't scream out in pain. Do everything you can to make it sound as if it is passion, do you understand?"

I nodded and he began to strip me, his face screwed up in intense concentration. While he removed the garments from my torso, I glanced over his shoulder to peer at the vent near the ceiling. As I did, I noticed a head disappear. After a moment, it was replaced with a brief glint, a reflection of glass... a lens! Now excited, I closed my eyes to make sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me and then looked again. YES! There was that brief shine again! We were being taped! 

My attention was drawn back to my brother as he tugged open my pants. He raised himself above me and gazed down at my semi-naked form. I felt somewhat embarrassed because my breasts were little more than mounds topped by small, dark brown nipples that stood up stiffly, even in the stifling August heat. Looking up at his muscular chest, I let my eyes wander down, gasping as I looked at his crotch and saw his stiff manhood for the first time!

It was remarkably longer and harder than Chen's.

"Oh my!" I whispered to him, "You are so big! How will we ever get that thing inside me?!"

We both giggled, making it sound to our observers as if it were a joke between us, but truthfully, I sometimes had trouble just fitting one or two fingers partially inside my being!

Li pulled at my hips and I raised them, letting him slide the pants down my legs.

Li gasped.

"I don't believe it!" he said, dropping the pants to the floor and staring at my nudity. I merely giggled.

"Don't believe what?"

"I," he hesitated, "I don't believe how beautiful you are!"

I giggled again and crossed my legs.

"NO!" he hissed, "Don't EVER cross your legs, si-, I mean, Chou!" He had almost slipped and called me his sister! I uncrossed my legs, then opened them a bit. When I did, I saw movement at another vent and realized that the old man and perhaps the American had moved to another vantage point. Again I noticed the muted glint of light against the glass of the lens and knew we were being taped. Something inside me suddenly clicked and I wanted to expose myself. Lewdly opening my legs wide, I craved to have my whole body revealed, not only to Li, my brother, but to the two men hiding in the vent and making a movie of me losing my virginity!

With a growl, I reached up and pulled my brother down on top of me. He responded by kissing me again. When he began to nuzzle my neck, I whispered in his ear.

"We ARE being watched! I see him in the vents. He's taking pictures of us!" As I said it, I felt Li's body stiffen.

"Don't stop! Keep going! If you stop, they will know we have seen them!"

Li pulled back and gazed at his sister, tears streaming down his face.

"Li, what's wrong?" I whispered, my hand reaching up to wipe a drop that coursed down his cheek.

"I did not mean for it to be like this, Chou!"

"Don't worry about it, Li. I am your... I mean, I love you! I really do! I know you would never do anything to hurt me! Now, hurry and take me before they become suspicious! We are supposed to be on our honeymoon and having fun, not crying like the night before an execution!"

Li smiled at that. "You are right of course!"

Li chuckled as he placed something cool and soft between my legs and knew it was the silk.

"Are you ready, my... love?"

"I am!"

My brother kissed and caressed me, fueling my arousal. He licked at my earlobe and then asked me to think of something or someone that I longed for and let the emotion take me away. Instead, I looked into his eyes and knew that I had actually been in love with my brother for a long, long time.

I lay back as he kissed his way all over my body, moving and licking down the neck and shoulders, then down to my small, round breasts. He sucked gently at both of them and I could feel my pussy begin to tingle with need. As he gently sucked at them, I held his head gently, willing him to suck harder and even bite them a little, but he moved on, kissing his way down my belly. That made me laugh and giggle because it tickled when he did that. A moment later I felt him move lower and gasped. His tongue hit a spot that made my head jerk upward. Straining, I watched him move between my legs. I could barely believe it! He was actually KISSING me between my legs! 

I started to call out, gasped and then let my head fall back onto the cushion as his tongue scraped against my sex! Never before had I felt such a thing! My fists balled up the sheets on their sleeping mat and I shook my head so that my hair whipped around as his tongue swabbed up and down the slit, pleasing me in ways I never thought possible.

Within minutes, I began to pant and then I cried out as my hips lurched upward, bucking against his face as the first orgasm hit... As my eyes opened and focused, I clearly saw the camera this time. They had become bolder in their need and voyeurism. Three heads looked in the opening, but I pretended not to notice. Instead, I spread my long, thin, tapered legs wider apart and then wrapped them around my brothers head, forcing him against me as I exploded violently again, gasping and screaming out an obscenity.

Before I could come down, I sensed a slight pain and then felt as if something were splitting me in two. Gasping, I opened my eyes. Li was on top of me now and I wondered what had happened. In the throws of my orgasm, I hadn't even felt him enter until he broke my cherry! Bending down, Li kissed me and whispered in my ear.

"You passed out when you came, so I took advantage of that to take your virginity. You are doing beautifully! I can see them in the mirror taping us through the window!"

"I love you, Li!"

"I love you, Chou!"

"Fuck me, please!"

Li pushed himself up and I could see the look of shock in his eyes that slowly changed to understanding as he realized I was serious.

"Fuck me, Li... Hurt me with your cock!" He gave me another surprised look at the outburst. I became even more fiercely passionate and demanding.

"Fuck me! I am your whore! Fuck meeeeee!!" Li smiled and shook his head. He must have thought I was hamming it up for the old man. He began to plunge in and out of my sex as I wrapped my legs tightly around him.

"YES," I cried out with each thrust.

"Fuck"

"Me"

"With"

"Your"

"Huge"

"Thick"

"Cock!"

Li grunted in enthusiastic approval, punctuating each word by slamming his cock deep inside my womb. Up until now, this had simply been an expediency to fool our observers so that they would lead us safely across the border. Now, unexpectedly, something was different. Suddenly, we began to enjoy what we were doing! 

Li told me later that he wasn't a virgin by any means, but he had never had sex like this. Most of the girls he'd been with had just lay there and either stared at him in awe or had cried. None of them had called out and begged him for more!

His hips began to piston harder and harder into my tight little pussy. I had ceased being his sister. Instead, I was now his lover and he wanted to fill my womb with his seed; he wanted me to cum on his cock! He wanted to please me! He wanted me to please him as well!

He rolled over and pulled me on top, straddling him. Grasping my slim hips in his hands, he clasped at the flesh and began to jerk me back and forth along his cock, rubbing it against that little spot that he had learned about reading the American and European magazines that were smuggled into the dorm. I watched as my sweat dripped down and mingled with his at the puddle on his chest. Bending down, I licked it, frowning at the salty taste, but licked again. My breasts now were not flat, but rounded orbs that stood out slightly from my chest.

Reaching up, he ran his thumbs over them and I gasped, sitting up. He continued to play with my breasts, causing me to shiver with ecstasy. My nipples tingled at the touch and I wanted more! I needed it to intensify! The nerve signals were shooting from the tips directly to my pussy! Crying out, I thrust my arms behind me and placed my hands on his thighs, arching my back and pushing my nipples outward.




Rescue Ch. 02



"Pinch them, Li! Pull on them! Twist them! Hurt them! OH!"

Li twisted hard, telling me he wanted to hurt me; to punish me! I wanted it as well. I needed this pain to resolved the conflict raging in my mind. This was wrong! I should not be enjoying this! I am his sister and now he realized what a little whore I actually am!

Anger and need was displayed on Li's face, but he was also amazed that I didn't scream for him to stop. Instead, I cried out, begging for more, imploring him to do it harder, to punish his little slut, to make me his possession. Within seconds, I came, shuddering in orgasm on his cock. He felt the copious flow of my juices lubricate the tight tunnel that enveloped him that allowed me to move even faster against his turgid tool. I was fucking HIM now. He grasped my tits in his talon-like hands and squeezed, arching his own back and feeling his seed spawn into me like an exploding mineshaft, spewing its contents deep into my womb.

It felt as if my whole body had become jelly and I shuddered, hearing a long, keening scream that seemed to pierce me as my body shuddered in a wrenching spasm. I gave a guttural groan before falling and collapsing on top of my gasping brother.

"Chou?" 

I roused as if making my way down a dark hallway.

"Chou?"

I followed the voice, recognizing it and wanting to move toward it, but I wasn't able to get her legs firmly on the ground. It was as if I had been drugged. Each step was a struggle... 

"CHOU?"

My eyes fluttered opened and my brother was poised over me, a concerned look on his face. Blinking, I tried to remember what had happened.

"CHOU??"

My eyelids fluttered again and then re-opened as I suddenly remembered everything and smiled, hugging my brother/lover.

"Oh Chou! I am so sorry for hurting you!" cried my brother.

"Hurt me?" I said, still dazed. 

"Yes! I am so sorry!"

I pushed myself up with shaky arms and rolled off his chest where I'd collapsed from rapturous exhaustion.

"You didn't' hurt me!" I told him softly.

"But, of course I did! I pinched you! I slapped you! I hurt you!"

"No... NOOOO! You didn't hurt me!"

"Are you sure?" he said, bending over me, his eyes huge with concern. I wiped the tears from his cheeks.

"No! You were wonderful!"

As we hugged, I stole looks at all the vents and windows. The observers were gone now.

"But Chou, I was mean to you! I hurt you! You mean... "

I simply looked at him, smiling.

"You mean you... "

I smiled even more, making my nose crinkle and my eyes become merry little slits.

"You LIKED it?"

I laughed and nodded, checking all the vents and windows again for observers and Li noticed.

"They are gone. They left after you collapsed and fainted."

"Good!" I said, and then slowly, haltingly explained why I liked what he did and what I had observed earlier. 

Li was shocked to find out that he wasn't the only one that had access to American and European erotica. My best friend, Xiu Chien, was rather good at hacking into the State computer system and bringing up unauthorized pornography sites. We were much younger at the time, but the pictures and stories she printed out for us put all sorts of ideas into my head. I'd watched many American horror movies when I was with Xiu. Her brother worked for our Consulate in France and had smuggled back a VCR and movies to watch. My favorites had always been the ones where the girl was tied up and terrorized. 

I remember thinking that I'd peed in my pants several times while we watched two films, one called "9 1/2 Weeks" and the other named "Basic Instinct." When I told Xiu about it, she giggled and told me about my sex and how it worked. That night, she rubbed it for me to "show" me what it did. I became wet, but not like when I watched the movies, so Xiu then blindfolded me and tied me up and I had three orgasms before she even touched me again!

When I told him of what I'd observed earlier in the cellar, my brother was quiet for a long time while he sat back, thinking. After what seemed like an eternity in contemplation, he roused himself and tossed some clothes to me.

"Show me this place!" he said as he dressed.

I led Li to the cellar stairs and we both noticed the flicker of candlelight through the small opening in the door. I stopped him, put my finger to my lips to indicate silence. Li nodded and together we crept down the stone stairwell. 

We both peeked inside and saw the old woman whipping Chai Li, still bound to the doorframe. Suong was no longer bound to the table, but dangled limply from shackles embedded in the rough stone wall that held her arms over her head. The old man and the American sat at the table, no more than five feet away from Chou and Li, talking and exchanging money.

"This is great Chen! This tape will make a lot of money for you and me, buddy!"

The old man nodded and looked at the American for a long while.

"I hear a 'but' in your unspoken words."

"Yes," said the man, smiling, "Yes, you are truly a wise man! There is always a 'but!' Because there is something we can do to make this an extremely profitable venture instead of a mildly profitable one!"

"How profitable?"

"Very!" said the American. "Say, oh, about fifty thousand British Pounds!"

The old man's eyes widened and then narrowed.

"And what do we need to do to make this kind of money?"

The American pointed at the two girls, "How expendable are they?"

The old man didn't even flinch.

"They are sold already. I have made my deal!"

"You got fifty thou for them?"

"No," said the old man, "but I am honorable. They are spoken for."

The old man waited and, when the American wasn't forthcoming, asked, "What is it you had in mind?"

"How much do you know about the perverted American tastes in pornography?"

"I have heard some things."

"Ever heard of a snuff flick?"

The old mans eyes widened again. "You wish to tape me assassinating a woman?"

"Not assassinating them, but, you know... doing what you do down here... but just not stopping!

"NO!" cried the old man. "I won't!"

"Why not? I'll tell you what... maybe I can get seventy-five thou for it. That's more than you make in five years, old man! You can buy yourself a party hack with that kind of money.

"NO!"

"One hundred thou!"

"N-no!" 

The American smiled, knowing that he had the old man wavering.

"Why not?"

"I don't have any other girls at this time!"

"Sure you do! What about the chick we just taped? She's a little hottie!"

"No!"

"OK... one hundred and fifty thou then."

"I-, I cannot!"

"One seventy five."

"What about her husband?"

The American shrugged. "We either dispose of him or snuff him in front of her. It'll make a good reaction shot."

"I," the old man got a far away look in his eyes.

"OK, look. I can make a lot of money off this in distribution, but there are many risks involved."

The old man finally came to a conclusion. "Two hundred and fifty thousand British Pounds." 

The filmmaker grinned.

"In gold," the old man continued.

The Americans face fell for a moment. "That will be a little more difficult."

"In gold or it is no deal!"

"Gold, eh?" The filmmaker pondered a moment and then said, "OK. Deal!"

I felt Li stiffen against me for a moment before tugging at my hand. He pulled me quickly up the steps and down the hall. Instead of turning toward our rooms, though, he took the other hall into the living quarters of our hosts. 

"Li! Where are you taking us?"

Li snorted, "They think we are unsophisticated, uncultured and brainless hicks like those two stupid girls they have trapped, Chou. They never expected that we'd do anything other that what we were told. I am neither brainless nor am I unsophisticated!"


Li grinned at me.

"I am, however, one nosy son of a bitch!"

"I guess it runs in the family!" I replied, making him laugh.

Walking up to a door, he turned the handle and pushed inward, entering a small office. He felt along a ledge in the bookcase and pulled a key down. Unlocking the desk, he opened a bottom drawer and pulled out a heavy canvas bag. Inside was a great deal of paper money. Li smiled, stood up and then looked me in the eye. 

"We're getting out of here!" he stated flatly.

"When?"

"Tonight. Right now!"

"But Li, what about our stuff? And I'm tired! And what is a "snuff flick?"

"Chou," he said, a worried look playing across his face, "you don't want to know."

We went into the kitchen next and he began to pile things onto a table covered with a cloth. Most was food, but some items were cooking pots and utensils. He wrapped it all up and we stole our way outside.

"Come!" he told me.

"Where are we going?" I asked. "We are strangers here!"

"I've been stealing out of doors at night," he told me, "I've figured out where we are and how far it is to the border. If we hurry, we can get there before dawn!"

* * * * *

Chou held me as she sat on my lap finishing the story of her escape from Communist China. 

"Li and I ran in spurts, darting in and out of the shadows and hiding every time a vehicle drove by. At that time of night the only vehicles on the road were military, police or the occasional chauffeured car driving home some drunken party hack from the home of his whore."

She shivered from the memory and pressed herself deeper into my chest as she continued.

"We made it to the border about an hour before dawn, but by then the alarm had been raised. Chen had called the police, saying that his house had been robbed by a young couple that he had been nice enough to put up and he had overheard we were going to try and cross the border. Li told me to observe the guards and their routines. We waited about a half hour and then made our move. He pushed me under first and then tried to shove our bundle under the fence. The pots made a sound and that alerted the guard. There was a gap of about 100 yards between the Chinese fence and the British one... I made it to the British side and was taken by two soldiers, but my brother only made it halfway across. They shot him four times before dragging him back!"

Chou began to cry softly in my arms as I held her. I cursed my stupid hormones for the hard on that was inappropriately forming as her naked sex brushed wetly against mine. 

"The soldiers took half my money and they interrogated me for several days. They informed me later that my brother had died and said that the Chinese had put his body on display on their side of the fence. I didn't have the nerve to go see it and one soldier took pity on me when I was released. He and his wife allowed me to stay in his house and care for their children until I felt better." 

"A few months later I decided it was time for me to leave. They were sorry to see me go, but they knew it would be impossible to stop me. It wasn't until I got into Hong Kong that I discovered how little money I actually had. I could barely afford to buy new clothing, let alone a ticket to the States! Instead, I ended up working in a bar as a waitress. Many sailors wanted to "take me home" and offered me good money, but I refused them all. Then Del showed up and was simply nice to me. He was in port for two weeks and each night he would show up at the bar and just talk to me."

"Eventually, he took me to dinner and asked me why I worked there. I told him my story and he didn't' say anything. Three nights later, he proposed smuggling me aboard and a week later we were out at sea. All I remember of that was I was very, very sick. When we got to Manila, he married me and we spent the night at the most luxurious hotel in the city. We made love, gently at first, and I had a mild orgasm. After he took time to recover, Del suddenly rolled over, pinned my arms down with his hands and 'took' me, biting my neck and breasts. I screamed and came harder."

"It sounds like you had fun!"

"Yes," she said wistfully, "Then he brought out the silk scarves! He'd remembered my fantasies from the movies I told you about. He was very sensuous about it as he first blindfolded me and then ran the rest of the scarves across my body before binding my arms and legs to the bed while telling me exactly what he was going to 'do' to me, how he was going to 'rape' me, take me for his pleasure!" 

Chou shivered at the memory.

"I must have experienced seven or eight orgasms before he tied the last knot!" she told me. "And then, he entered me and I screamed with joy. His cock reminded me of Li's; not real wide, but long and hard! I kept cumming over and over again as he thrust into me, taking his bride, raping me on my wedding night, having his way with me!"

Chou turned to look at me. "Ray, I just kept cumming and cumming. I passed out four times that night and each time, when I awoke, he was still inside me, pumping away. Until I met you, I've never experienced anything like that!"

I smiled, "That's quite a compliment!"

She nodded. 

"We spent the next three days like that. Then, he gave me a plane ticket to the States. A female friend of his-, or maybe it was his sister, I don't know... whoever she was, she met me at the gate, but she never quite liked me, I don't think."

"Anyway," said Chou, burying her head under my chin, "Del's ship got caught in that horrible typhoon and he never made it back to me. They wouldn't tell me exactly what happened and his family shunned me. That was just too much. I swore I'd never love anyone again and threw myself into making a new life here in the U.S."

"My God, Chou," I told her, "You've had it so rough! I wish there was something that I could do to ease your pain!"

"You have, Ray. And I want to ease yours as well!"

"Thank you, my love!" I told her, then gasped in amazement as I shook my head in wonder. "Wow, that is one incredible story!"

She just shrugged and held me tighter.

"But, there's something I don't understand."

"What's that?"

"Well," I replied, caressing her hair and then putting my finger under her chin to tilt her head up. "You said that you didn't understand what your husband, Del, had in his basement."

"I didn't," she replied, "I still don't. He said something about some 'BDSM' thing. I don't have the slightest idea of what he meant by that! Since he died, I've pretty much locked up my heart and my sexual needs."

"Um," I began, "BDSM is Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism."

"OH?" she replied, "I understand bondage and discipline, but what is this Sadism and Masochism?"

"Remember what you witnessed in the cellar?"

"Yes?"

"Well, your captors were Sadists. Those are people that get sexual pleasure out of inflicting emotional or physical pain. They're named for the Marquis de Sade, a French nobleman that was imprisoned for his writing and supposed sexual perversions. Masochism stems from the writings of Count Leopold von Sacher-Massoch, a German writer that explored the sensuous side of pain in one of his books."

"Then I am this 'masochist?'"

"Well, that may be too strong a term for it, though some folks around here might think otherwise," I told her. "To some other folks, BDsM stands for Bondage, Dominance, submission and Masochism. Sometimes it's referred to simply as Domination/submission or D/s. If I had to say you were anything, I'd say you were submissive."

"And you are a Dominant?"

I laughed.

"Yeah, I guess you could say so. I tend to hate labels though. I'd rather we both thought of ourselves as 'sensualists' if that's OK with you."

"But, you said that masochists derive sensual pleasure from being hurt, tortured or the need for punishment, correct?"

"Yes, I guess that's true."

"I see."

Chou stirred from beneath my chin, leaned back and looked me in the eye. "Make love to me again, please?"

I smiled at her, but her face retained its serious look.

"Can I ask you to do me one other favor?"

"Chou, right now I'd do anything for you!" I told her with all the tenderness and honesty I could muster. 

"You promise?"

"I do!"

"Good," she told me, gazing deeply into my eyes, her almond-shaped ones glistening with pain, sadness and need. 

"Make love to me then. Tie me up. Use me. Punish me!"

I looked at her, my mouth open in shock.

"But why?"

"Because I have been bad. I've closed my soul to love and spurned every potential lover until I found you. I hurt a lot of good men over the past ten years and most of them didn't deserve it. I need this release, Ray. I need you to force it out of me."

"Are you sure it's what you want?"

Chou hugged me tightly. "I've never been more sure in my life!" She hugged me again, kissing my chest.

"And Ray?"

"Yes?"

"This time, pinch my nipples harder. Hurt me. Make me cum until I pass out. Please?"

AUTHORS NOTE: Thank you to the almost 15,000 people that have read the first part of this series, "RESCUE" and to those that have voted on it. A special thanks goes to those of you that sent me feedback via email and previewed an earlier revision of this story. Your responses and suggestions were especially helpful and encouraging. It is the voting and feedback that continue to encourage me to write, not only erotica, but my mainstream stories as well!

Lastly, a huge load of thanks with lots of kisses and gropes go to Kat (a.k.a. Gelflet) who ponderously read my work prior to publication and gave it her "Sensuous Seal of Approval" and Cordelia, who was always quick with a word or a turn of phrase when I needed it and bugged her via IM. They are excellent storytellers of erotica in their own right and you should go read their works as well!

In "RESCUE, Part 3" we will learn more about Ray and his relationship with his late wife as well as finding out what happened to Chou once she came to America. Ray shows Chou how to appreciate nature as they not only explore the countryside around his property, but delve into how Chou can make herself one with nature as she blossoms in her sexuality and sensuality. 

To cap it off, the "Rescue" part of the story continues as an injured and weakened black gentleman arrives at their door, pleading with them to go to the aid of his wife and daughter in their stranded and wrecked SUV.



Rescue Ch. 03



I gazed down at this creature that had come into my life only a few scant days before and she stood there, looking at me from almost a foot below, her almond-shaped, brown eyes showing absolute devotion. Her small, light brown tipped nipples poked just above my navel.

"You are absolutely, stunningly, sensuously beautiful; did you know that?"

Chou smiled and blushed, dropping her eyes shyly, her hair falling over her face in a most appealingly coquettish manner. "I guess I do now!" she giggled.

My fingertips parted the hair from her face, which she turned up to me again. I simply looked at her and smiled as I touched the radiant skin from her temples down to her jaw line. She was beautiful. I alternately wanted to tenderly caress this lovely lady that had been through so much, and bind her, taking her in the most animalistic way I could imagine.

It had been when I was overseas in the Navy that I developed this fetish for Asian female flesh. However, the ones I was attracted to either knew they were extremely sexy and beautiful and wouldn't put up with any play outside of straight sex (unless lavished with enormous amounts of money and presents) or were too shy to mention what did and didn't feel good during our little sexual escapades. 

The latter type usually disappeared when I would stop at the bar the next day and then, a few days later, pop in with some big brawny Marine on their arm to replace me. I seemed to perplex the "mamma-sans" because I appeared to "be such a nice guy" but it soon became known that I harbored bizarre tastes. It became very frustrating for me as well as them. I guess I'd fallen for that stereotype that Asian women were naturally submissive. 

Maybe they are, but not among the bargirls and hookers I'd been around. It was a blessing that I'd found Sarah when I returned to the States.

She even shared in my fetish at some conventions we'd visited and, for my birthday one year, presented me with an Asian lady that wished to play with us. We had a ton of fun, but Li was merely enjoying her last night out as a single woman by spending it in bed with us. Now I finally had exactly what I wanted.

Chou shivered and then wrapped herself around me. I kissed the top of her head, smelling the light floral scent of shampoo. My fingers explored the small of her back, embracing the buttery softness of her skin and pulling her into me as we hugged. I closed my eyes and concentrated on all my other senses. The flesh there felt smooth and creamy as my fingertips brushed across it, caressing the muscles upward from her hips and then downward, over the ridges of her spine.

My hand ventured lower, traveling across the silky globes of her ass and kneading the pliant flesh there. Her head rested against my chest and her arms clung to me as she moaned softly into my chest. I felt her weight shift as she pushed her pubic bone against me, the naked skin of her belly rubbing against my rapidly hardening cock. Chou's arms let loose of my torso and wrapped around my neck, climbing up onto me. My hands cradled her ass cheeks as she shifted, then impaled herself onto my cock in one swift downward thrust. She grunted as I bottomed out in her womb and then she began to flex her muscles to ride my throbbing member while we stood there in the middle of the room. I opened my eyes and walked over to a wall, pressing her against the coarse stone surface as I jack hammered into her willing body. She cried out and bit me repeatedly, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, but always passionately.

"Fuck me, Ray!" she implored quietly, "Fuck me hard! Hurt me! Do it! I promise I won't break! Fuck me hard! Treat me like a slut!"

I rammed into Chou so hard that she was almost drooling from delirium as she bounced up and down, her hair waving like a flag as we fucked.

I pressed her back against the wall and pumped relentlessly into her and she dug her heels into my coccyx and screamed into my shoulder. I could feel the sudden flood of fluid as she came, shuddering as if in a seizure. I kept stroking myself into her and she gasped, slowly going limp in my arms as I grunted, then groaned, spurting deep inside of her.

We both slid to the floor, the sweat cooling rapidly on our skin. My cock audibly slipped out of her naked hole as we lay there caressing one another and looking deep into each other's soul.

"I think I'm falling in love with you, Chou," I told her. "I know it's only been a matter of hours that we've known one another, but I feel as if I've known you all my life."

As I said this, I felt a tear coarse down my cheek. Her delicate hand moved up and she gently wiped it away.

"I know I love you, Ray."

"And it truly doesn't matter that I'm almost twice as old as you?"

"Not at all, my sweet! Your age is your advantage. You know how to treat me."

She paused and kissed my cheek.

"Ray, you are a wonder in my life. Most guys either just want in my pants or, when they find out that I like it a little rough, think it's an excuse to use me as a punching bag. You know the right combination of hard and soft, as if you can read my mind and my mood. In fact, I sometimes think that you hold back a little, as if you're scared of hurting me."

I looked at her, debating heatedly whether or not to tell her about my experiences.

"About 8 months ago," I began, after a long silence and choking up from the memories. 

"Eight months ago, I started to date a bit. I was introduced to one girl here in town, a married woman but unhappy in her relationship. She was physically just what I was looking for; short, petite, small-breasted, funny, witty and creative. We had a lot in common and she came on to me in a quiet way at a social gathering.

A few emails, a few times together and the next thing I know, we're messing around. I got a little pinch-happy with her one morning as we sat at the kitchen table and, before I know it, we're fucking, and she just about shot through the roof from her orgasm, so I asked her if she liked it rough and she told me yes. So I was rough, but I was also tender. She never fully let me know me what she liked and didn't like, even though I asked constantly. She just said that it was all "great."

"Well, she used me, Chou. She used me to get away from her jealous, possessive husband who had supposedly 'lost his passion for her.' She claimed she wanted a man that was kind, 'masterful' and passionate, but what she really wanted was another asshole that would give her those three things and be jealous and possessive like her ex – a person she could actually control and who would get as upset over petty things as she did. I couldn't be like that. In fact, I did everything I could to not be like her ex husband because she complained about him all the time. That was a mistake on my part. She wanted the jealousy and possessiveness along with the passion and she did things purposely to try and get me that way. "When I didn't react in the way she expected, she became upset – I guess because she felt it meant I didn't care about her. She was wrong. I cared a lot. "It's just that I was used to Sarah, who didn't have a jealous bone in her body. Everything that Sarah and I did, we did to enhance our relationship and keep it exciting. So I was quite hurt when this woman took up with another guy that was just like her ex, just 'nicer.' I guess he made more money too. She always told me that money didn't matter to her, but she lied in every other aspect of our relationship, so I suppose she lied there too. That hurt me, Chou, but what hurt me more was when she told everyone how I hurt her in bed and that I beat her. I didn't do anything of the sort! I may have left bruises, but she asked for them! They were from passion and love."

"Oh, you poor man!" Chou touched my face with her palm and then kissed me hard. When she broke off the kiss, she looked deep into my eyes as if searching for something.

"Ray, it would have never worked between you two. She would have always been testing you, trying to find ways to control you and it would have hurt you all the time, just like she did with her husband. She was emotionally needy. "Yes, you loved her, and maybe she loved you. But she needed to be shown this love in a very negative way. She recognized that you were needy as well and she exploited that. She didn't lie to you, Ray, she just didn't know how to accept the love and passion you gave her."

"Chou, we tried to hide the relationship while she was going through her divorce. I wanted so bad to show everyone our love for each other, but constantly pretending that we were 'just friends' in social situations took its toll. To 'keep up appearances, I flirted with others in front of her. I could have done that with Sarah and she would have laughed. Instead, this lady got angry and retaliated."

"I understand that, Ray. Still, she was not good for you. She didn't tell you what she wanted."

Chou took my face in her hands and made me look her in the eye. "Will you promise me something?"

"Anything for you!"

"Don't ever lie to me?"

"I'd never do that, Chou!"

"And I promise never to lie to you, Ray."

I smiled and kissed her again. After a moment, she pushed against my lips with her finger.

"Ray?"

"Yes, my love?"

"I want you to treat me..." She paused, tears welling in her eyes, "I mean, I don't want to try and replace Sarah, because I never can and never will. But I want to have a relationship like that! I want you to take me, to make me submit to you. I want to feel secure in our love, but also secure in knowing that we can have fun and still be in love with one another."

I nodded.

"I want you to know that you can try anything with me. If I like it, I will encourage you and let you do it anytime you wish. Conversely, if I don't like it, I will tell you and I don't want you to pout about it. I want you to always be honest with me about what you like and don't like as well. As long as we keep talking to one another, I don't see any problem in the relationship. I want your honesty and trust and in turn, I will give you mine."

"I think I can live with that!" I said, smiling at her.

"Good," she said, giggling and snuggling into my shoulder. We lay like that for quite a long time before she spoke again.

"Ray?"

"Yes?"

"I was just wondering; do you have coarse, itchy rope?"

"I have about 400 yards of half-inch hemp rope and about 300 feet of ¾ inch in the basement. Why?"

Chou blushed and took a few moments to respond. "In Chinese and Japanese cultures, there was a form of sexual... God, I hate to use the word... 'torture.' Even thought it was considered that initially, it has now developed into a fetish art. It developed from conquering armies trying to force information out of courtesans, geisha's, wives, mothers and daughters about the whereabouts and particulars of the men in their lives. 

"It wasn't designed to hurt the woman as much as frustrate them psychologically and sexually, sort of like having an itch that you can't scratch. Done long enough, yes, it could drive you insane. Done properly, it could drive a woman mad with lust."

"Yes, I've read all about Japanese bondage."

"Good," she said, her eyes falling to the floor, coyly, "I was... I was wondering if you would bind me like that. Not 'tie me up' or suspend me, but bind me in it... make it drive me insane with the itch and anticipation! I've read a lot about it, but I've never managed to try it because I didn't trust the men in my life enough to ask them – but I trust you!"

I laughed and kissed her one more time, running my hand from her cheek to her earlobe and then down her neck and shoulder to cup the soft rise on her chest and pinch her nipple. She moaned in my mouth and wrapped her leg around me, trying to pull me on top of her.

"Stand still!" I said, breaking the kiss.

I kissed my way down her body as I spoke.

"I am," I said, running my tongue around her navel, "going to wrap that itchy, scratchy rope around this lovely, tiny waist!" 

Chou moaned at my words and I could feel her body giving itself up to my will. I bent to kiss her hip-bone, following its saddle shape down to her mound.

"Then," I said, breathing on her shaved and wet pussy, "I'm going to wrap it down and between the crack of your ass and up through your pussy to rub against your clit!"

Chou cried out with desire and raised her hips, trying to get my mouth on her sex. I then touched her pubic bone and traced upwards, smelling her arousal and watching as drops of moisture began to trail down her inner thighs.

"Then I'm going to run it up to your lovely breasts and wrap it around them, letting the nipples protrude between the ropes and knots."

"Oh fuck," she panted, "You're making me so god-damned hot!"

"And then," I said, chuckling evilly, "I'm going to have fun with you!"

"OOOOHHHHHHH!"

I didn't give her a chance to ask what I meant by "fun." I just picked her up and walked down to my basement. I secured her wrists with velcro'd leather cuffs to a bar hanging from a beam and then dug around and cut five ten-foot lengths of the hemp rope. 

I stood in front of her while whipping the ends so that they wouldn't fray. She stared at the coarse cable the entire time I worked, the tip of her tongue protruding between her teeth as she lightly panted in anticipation. 

Now finished, I stood and began to wind and knot it about her waist. Chou was breathing harder and getting wet, staring at me intently through half-lidded eyes as she watched.

"Talk dirty to me, Ray!" she hissed, "Tell me everything you're going to do!"

I smiled at her as I completed the first knot and then played the coarse material over the skin of her belly and breasts. I could see goose bumps forming each time I touched her skin.

"I'm going to loop this between your legs, my little slut... You ARE my little slut, aren't you, Chou?"

"Oh yes, Ray! I am! See how wet you're making me? It's dripping down my legs, Ray!"

It was, too. Her pussy was gushing from the thought of being tied with the fibrous rope. I continued dragging it across her skin, swinging it like a pendulum across her nipples and watching them harden as she shivered. Her flesh was tingling and fraught with a rash of excitement. 

I loved watching the reactions ripple down her torso, arms and legs as I brushed the rope against her neck and then her chin. I dropped it and kissed her firmly, biting her lower lip and then breaking the kiss, still holding her head and looking into her eyes.

"You really want this? Truly want me to tie you?"

Chou looked at me, her eyes shining. "Yes," she croaked, her voice breaking, "yes Ray. Bind me! I want to be yours!"

Smiling, I kissed her again and then turned the rope so that the knot was in the back.

"I'm going to loop it between your legs, Chou, right against the side of your pussy," I told her. "I'm going to tie it tight so that it chafes you and then I'm going to bring it back down the other side of your pussy and pull it tight between the crack of your ass!"

I could see her shifting her weight as she stood on the tips of her toes, fingers flexing before grabbing the bar for support. She was gasping and gulping air as I worked.

"I'm also going to tie a knot right at your clit, Chou," I said, doing just that. "It will press and rub against it as you walk or move."

"Oh God!" she cried out, "I'm cumming again!"

Chou jerked and buckled as her pussy exploded. I could see the juices squirt right out of her and onto the floor beneath her, forming a small, pungent puddle. 

I quickly pulled the rope down and looped it back between her legs and up the crack of her ass, pulling the knot tight against her clit. As it touched the sensitive little nub, she cried out again, her legs shaking as more pussy juice dribbled out of her and down her legs. She struggled for her breath and collapsed, dangling from the wrist restraints. Now I had to work fast before the circulation was cut off to her hands. I tied the rope against the small of her back and then moved the excess upwards, testing to see how much I had left. I was able to loop it across her shoulder, beneath one breast and onto her back again, tying it securely so that it would stay in place. I secured another piece of rope and then crossed that over her other shoulder and beneath her other breast, knotting it so that it also wouldn't move and then looping it around her body so that her nipples were pinched between them. I tied this off and then unshackled her from the bar, holding her against me as I moved her limp form to a table.

Chou moaned as the skin of her back touched the cold, unyielding, coarse wood surface. I turned her over, taking the cuffs off her arms and then binding her wrists together behind her. It didn't have to be tight, just enough to secure her there. The idea wasn't really to hurt her as much as to frustrate her.

Next, I set up my video camera on a tripod, slipped in a blank tape and aimed it at Chou's inert form resting there. I zoomed in and panned up her body until I came to her face, then I widened the field to show the whole table. 

Satisfied that I would capture everything, I picked up another length of rope. I made several coils around each ankle and pulled the end through the loops, letting it out just above the ankle. I took the ends, which were about 18 inches long apiece, and tied them together so that they would let her legs move about a foot. The average stride is anywhere from 24 to 39 inches, depending on your leg size, so she would be taking "baby steps" when she walked.

I had contemplated wrapping her legs in rope from the knees upwards to restrict movement even further, but I wanted to be able to get at her pussy and ass.

I rolled her over again to face the camera and Chou moaned, her eyes fluttering open. She hissed and began to struggle a bit. Admiring my work, I took a step backwards and watched as this lovely lady writhed on the table, trying to get her arms loose and babbling about what she was feeling.

"Oh God, Ray, you're a bastard! It itches so fucking bad! It's chafing against my clit, my arms, my back, my legs and scrubbing against my nipples! I want to scratch all over and I can't move my arms! Oh God damn it! Touch me! Touch me, you fucker! Oh, son of a bitch, I think I'm going to cum again! Oh! Oh! God! Fuck! NNNNGGGGGGHHHH!"

Her body arched, pulling the rope taut against her pussy and breasts as she shuddered and struggled to part her legs, yet unable to do so because of the two, foot-long strands of rope at her ankles and just below her knees. She began flopping on the table as she came, making it look more like a fit than sexual release. Finally, she collapsed on the table, breathing hard. Her head turned toward me and there were tears in her eyes, yet she smiled.

"Oh fuck Ray! This is incredible! I can't stop cum-m-m-m-m-m-m-m UH UH OOOOOHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!"

Her body shook again as I turned and opened a cabinet, revealing shelves full of sex toys of every shape and size. I pulled a bag from inside and dug around in it, grabbing a feather, a strip of fur and a toothbrush.

Chou was panting hard and watching me, her eyes glazed over as she still struggled in her bonds. "W- What are you going to do?" she stuttered.

I grinned. "I told you... I'm going to play with you now."

"Oh God no! No! I can't cum again! I can't take another cuuuuuuuhhhhhh!"

Her sentence ended in a high-pitched squeal as I took the feather and ran it up her ribcage. Again, she struggled at the bonds and this caused her to start the climb once again.

"Noooooo!" she cried, "No! I can't take it anymore! I can't cum again! NOOOO! OH, FUCK! NOOO!"

She exploded into laughter as the feather went beneath her arm, her legs shooting out straight and her body arching. I ticked again and this time a stream of urine erupted from her sex.




Rescue Ch. 03



"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she kept saying, over and over. 

I was stunned, standing there and watching. I looked down at her and her eyes were glassy for a moment until she looked at me.

"Don't stop!" she whispered, delirious and hoarse, "I need to cum again!"

I picked up the toothbrush and the piece of fur and then used them on her nipples, alternating the sensations. She gasped at the feeling of the bristles on her sensitive tips, but I knew better than to apply too hard – after all, I'm a sensualist, not a sadist. All I wanted was for her to have contrast.

Chou gasped and arched, pressing her nipples upward, crying out and cursing because she couldn't cum again and needed to.

"Let me untie you," I said, getting out my pocketknife.

"NO!" she spat, then in a softer voice, "no, I need this. I love being bound like this. I just need to cum one more time and then you can untie me!"

I looked around, trying to figure out what last sensation I could use to put her over the edge. Nothing seemed to come to mind. 

Then I spied an old trench coat and remembered a picture I'd once seen of Anna Fubuki and got an idea.

I grabbed the coat and then walked over to Chou. She looked at me and then the coat.

"What are you going... Oh my!"

A big smile erupted on Chou's face as I helped her sit up. I wrapped the coat around her, grabbed the video camera from the tripod and carried my bound princess up the stairs. With as little movement as she had, she wouldn't have been able to navigate them.

I pulled thick woolen socks onto her feet, then put rubber boots on her, the final stroke being that I buttoned the coat up and pulled the belt around her waist. The sleeves hung limply at her side like a scarecrow. Grabbing my coat and zipping up, I then opened the door and pulled her by her belt strap out into the snow.

Chou screeched as the frigid wind blew into the bottom of the coat. I let go of the belt and ran over to my truck for something I'd just remembered. The reason I'd gone into town that day was to pick up a digital camera that was purchased over the net and mailed to me – being outside in the cold meant that the lens wouldn't be fogged up.

I turned and looked at this lovely young woman standing in the classic pose, one knee bent slightly forward. The wind rippled at the coat and only the belt kept it from flying off her completely. I took five quick shots and then ran back to where Chou stood, taking another set of pictures of her while she rocked. She finally noticed me and laughed.

"What on earth are you doing?" she said, her teeth chattering as she spoke.

"Taking your picture," I told her. "You look so fuckin' sexy that way!"

"Oh, damn fuckin A, Ray! The ropes are making me tingle all over and the knot on my clit is driving me nuts. The wind is slicing into my cunt like a knife! I'm hot and cold at the same time and I feel like I'm on sensory overload!"

"I know," I said, clicking off several more shots and then looking at them, "That was the effect I was trying for."

"Ray," she said, so quietly that I almost didn't hear her, "let me suck your cock! I want it now! I want it sooo bad! Please let me suck you!"

I smiled and grabbed the belt again, forcing her to take those tiny, scraping steps through the snow. The wind seemed to die at this point, possibly because of the way my hill sheltered us. I pulled her out to the fence that defined the cultivated edge of my property and opened up the trenchcoat. I raised the camera and took ten additional shots as Chou moved, letting the knots rub her, causing her nipples to harden even more as they were pinched between the ropes surrounding her breasts.

"Ray, please! I need your cock now!" she said, falling to her knees. 

I walked up to her and unzipped my pants, letting her mouth engulf me in one swallow. Again, I took pictures of her as she made love to me orally, then pulled the coat completely off her body. She shivered but kept sucking me while I continued clicking away.

Chou kept going further and further down on my tool until I felt my cockhead hit the back of her throat. She jerked back hard when she choked, lost her balance and fell down into the snow. I shot about a dozen photos before helping her back up.

Now I had enough temptation. I wanted the fruit! 

I got out my knife, cut the ropes binding her legs, picked her up, turned her around, knocked the snow off a rail and bent her over it all in one smooth motion. I aimed my cock for her dripping slit and slid myself deep into the gooey warmth of her pussy, making her scream delightfully. 

Chou shuddered hard as I pulled the harsh ropes away from my cock, making the knot dig into her clit. I felt her pussy spasm around my rod as she jerked and jackknifed against the rail. By now, I was so turned on that I quickly joined her, grunting and groaning before thrusting myself deep into her and letting loose my seed. 

Chou howled my name in a long, diminishing wail and then went limp against the post. I quickly took off my warm, down jacket and wrapped it around her freezing frame; lifting her from the rail and holding her close to warm her.

We made it into the house and I cut the rest of the ropes as fast as I could. When the last one dropped away, she collapsed into my arms, clinging to me and shivering. 

I walked her over to the fire, throwint three more split logs onto it, then working the bellows until it was roaring.

Chou stood there, her arms crossed and shivering until I grabbed a quilt from the back of the couch and wrapped her in it. She held me tight and shook as the fire warmed us both. 

After about ten minutes, I felt her fumble around as she unzipped my coat, then her cool fingers invaded the space beneath my shirt, pinching my nipples. Her soft lips followed as she crouched in front of me, unbuckling my belt.

Chou pulled my pants down and took my flaccid cock deep into her mouth, sucking off the combined essence of our lovemaking. 

It was all I could do to remain standing as I held her shoulders and groaned. The quilt fell to the floor and she moaned a bit in complaint, but didn't break her stride. She worked it in and out of her mouth until she had me rock hard once more, then she slithered up my body, grasped my neck and hoisted herself upward until she could impale herself onto my glistening rod.

"I love you Ray! I want you and need you in my life!"

"I love you too, Chou. I don't ever want you to leave!"

I backed up until I was leaning against the couch and we made slow love that way. Chou was leaning back and we looked intently into one another's eyes as our bodies moved rhythmically to a song only the two of us heard.

This time I got to watch her passion mount in slow motion as her eyes became languid, her lids flutter as her orgasm rose, her mouth opening and her breasts heaving as she trembled and cried out. Her body convulsed against me several times as she came. Both of us, cold and shivering only a few moments ago, were now covered in a sheen of sweat as we untangled.

Chou and I showered and then lay naked next to the fire until we fell asleep in each others arms. Somehow, we'd pulled the quilt over us as we slept.

I stirred, wondering what it was that had taken me out of my reverie. The logs were now mere glowing embers, so we had been napping for several hours. I looked around in the fading light of day, then got up.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

THAT was what had aroused me! I quickly pulled on my pants, vaguely wondering who had the tenacity to venture out in this weather. Whoever it was, they must have a desperate reason. I pulled my shotgun down and made sure it was loaded. There was another insistent knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I called.

"Please! Help!" called out a weak voice from the other side. I went to the window and saw a large man slumped against the door.

"What's wrong?"

Chou had risen and come to my side, the quilt wrapped around her naked form.

"I'm not sure. Quick, put something on and hold this gun while I answer the door."

"Do you think he's hurt?"

"I don't know, but I'm not taking any chances."

Chou pulled on a t-shirt of mine and took the large gun in her hand. I unlocked the door and the man there collapsed inward.

I pulled him over to the fire while Chou went into the kitchen for some brandy. The man was semi-conscious, so we had him sit up against the front of the couch. I made him choke down the shot of brandy before offering him some warm soup. He sputtered, but accepted both liquids.

I looked him over and found him to be a distinguished-looking black man in his mid to upper fifties. His hair was almost completely grey, but his face was, as of yet, relatively unlined. I went through his pockets and read his ID.

"Dr. Franklin Delano Roosevelt," I said, laughing.

"He's a medical doctor?"

"Surgeon. From the east coast, it seems." I held up a hospital ID then replaced it into his wallet. I put the billfold back into his jacket pocket while Chou checked him for wounds.

"He has a nasty bump and abrasion on his head," Chou told me. "Let's get him up onto the couch."

We struggled and finally were able to move his bulk onto the cushions. Chou then applied an ice pack to the contusion while I fed him some more soup, but stopped me.

"My wife, daughter. Accident. SUV in ditch."

I muttered under my breath at the idiots that thought spending obscene amounts of money on some mass-produced four wheel drive vehicle meant that they could go just about anywhere, at any time and at any speed. His best bet would have been to stay on the interstate and let the police come rescue him.

"Do you remember which way?"

He shook his head. I was hesitant to leave him here alone with Chou.

"I know how to take care of myself, remember?"

I shrugged and brought out some blankets from the closet. I took my coat from Chou – with some reluctance on her part, I might add. However, it was the warmest coat I owned.

"I'm going to see if the snowmobile will work in this stuff," I told her, putting on a ski-mask and some goggles. 

"If it does, I'll try following his tracks before it gets too dark outside. You get dressed, just in case you have to get out of here quickly. After you do, get some more hot soup and tea into him and keep him warm. He may be suffering from exposure."

I trudged out to the barn, looking at his tracks wandering off into the distance. The snowmobile took a bit to get started, but finally roared to life and I followed his meandering tracks until I came across the automobile.

I found the SUV, nose down in a snowy ditch, about two miles down the road. The windshield was cracked and the airbags had deployed, but there had been a side-impact as well. Blood trailed down the driver-side window.

The vehicle was still running, back wheels spinning. It was one of those large, expensive, foreign SUV's that are designed for rough treatment, even with the $50,000 interior and all the other bells and whistles to make it worthy of it's price tag. The restraining straps had snapped on impact and their luggage had tumbled down all over the snow. 

I climbed in through the rear passenger-side door where the man had obviously escaped. It was warm inside, so his wife and daughter hadn't suffered too much from exposure, but both seemed to be out cold. I would need to create some sort of sled to pull them back to the safety of my house. I checked their pulse. both of which seemed to be fine. I closed the door and sped back to my barn, pulled down my old toboggan from the rafters and lashed it to the snowmobile. When I opened the passenger-side door, the girl jumped up, pointing a small-caliber automatic handgun at me.

"Get back or I'll shoot!"

"Sure you will," I said, then simply grabbed it from her and pulled her out of the car. She slumped down, pouting.

"Don't EVER point a gun at someone if you have no intention of pulling the trigger! Guns that still have their safety on don't scare criminals - or people that own guns!" I admonished her while working on her mother. The older woman was a struggle, but we finally got her out of the seat and onto the sled. 

Looking through the luggage, I found the physicians kit, giving it to the girl who now sat sullenly next to the older woman prone on the toboggan.

"Quit pouting, I told you I'm here to help. Is the doctor your father?"

"Stepfather," the young woman said.

"Is your mom knocked out from the crash or from pills?"

"The crash."

"OK. Listen up. Your father is back at my place, which is about two miles down the road. I don't have time to deal with bullshit. I'm working against the clock. It's going to get dark soon, so we have to hurry. 

"I'm going to pull your mother and some of your stuff on this toboggan back to the house. No suitcases. Take only your necessities like your toilet kits and medication. We can come back for the rest later, understand?" The young woman nodded and pulled their small cases out of the vehicle. I reached in, turned off the ignition and took the key, then made sure the mother was secured to the sled along with the two small bags. I motioned the girl to get on the snowmobile behind me and within a half hour, all three of us were back at the house.

Chou was dressed now and had been busy in the kitchen making some canned soup I had stored. When I brought the unconscious woman inside, she helped me lift her up onto the bed.

Mrs. Roosevelt was a pretty, Hispanic-looking woman of about 35 or 40. She had a slender build that flared out into well-rounded hips. Her breasts were larger than Chou's, but not much so. 

I looked through her purse and found her drivers license listing her as Lupe Maria Lopes-Roosevelt. She had been the driver and was sporting a nasty gash on her forehead 

The next ID was that of the younger version of Mrs. Roosevelt; named Candida, but with a different last name: Ramierez. She had a student ID for Columbia School of Medicine. Candida stood, looking at us from the doorway, hands on hips.

"Will they be OK?" asked the girl.

"Can't say for sure right now; concussions are tricky as you probably know. Thankfully, the airbags deployed, though it's probably what hurt your father. I'm more worried about your mother, though."

I explained their injuries to her and she took over, tending to her mother first. She opened the bag she had been clutching and took what she needed to stitch up the wound.

Candida turned to take care of her step-father when she began to convulse and shake, collapsing onto the carpet.

"Ray, she's going into shock!" cried out Chou.

We nursed the three of them through the better part of the night. The girl, Candy, finally woke up around 3 am and informed us that she was much better now. I showed her the kitchen and told her to make herself at home. Chou and I needed sleep.

"I want a hot bath first!"

She steamed up the bathroom while I changed the bedding. I wanted fresh sheets for our first night together. This time, there was no question about Chou joining me in my bed. Within minutes, Chou exited the bath enveloped almost entirely in terrycloth. A large white towel was wrapped around her hair and my thick robe encased her body almost down to her toes.

"Pull the bedclothes down and get inside!" she called out, her chin rattling with her shivers. I did as she asked and she quickly shed all she was wearing, hopping in bed with me and snuggling close.

"Ray, you know how I said I would be honest with you?"

"Yes," I said, kissing the top of her head.

"What we did today was one of the sexiest, wildest and amazing things I've ever done in my entire life."

"That's good."

"Being tied up like that was... exquisite!"

"I'm glad. I want to do that again!"

"So do I!"

"Great!"

"But the outside thing? In the snow?"

"Yes."

"That was fucking cold! I hate cold!"

I laughed softly, pulling her tight to me.

"OK, so we don't put you naked in the snow again."

"No! I loved that! I meant the socks and boots; they made me look goofy and clumsy in those pictures! Next time, make me go barefoot! But, don't push me in the goddamned snow again! It got caught in the crack of my ass and chaffed like all hell on the way back to the house!!"

We both laughed and then snuggled tight. We both knew exactly what we were going to do in my bed tonight. We were both fast asleep within seconds.