4 comments/ 25208 views/ 3 favorites Big Trouble in Hong Kong Ch. 01 By: softcaress Note: this story builds slowly and doesn't feature a lot of banging, although I do get to it. So if you're looking for a quick wank, this probably isn't for you. __________________________ I was underwater--swimming in something...couldn't be water, it was dark and thick like black oil or molasses. My eyes burned I knew my air was running out. But I couldn't see how to get out. Hell, I couldn't even figure out which way was up. A light began to barely glow somewhere and I swam for it with all my strength. But I wasn't moving because the molasses was too thick. My lungs screamed with the effort and just as I was about to give up, I surfaced, and drank in great desperate gasps of air. I laid there a few minutes just basking in the simple task of breathing. Slowly I opened my eyes, but the world looked like a thick sheet of wax paper. My vision was blurred and I couldn't lift my head to look around me, no matter how hard I tried. I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to raise my head. Immediately a chisel split open the back of my skull and searing jolts of pain screamed down my spine. Surely I had been attacked by murderous bandits and left for dead in a stinking ditch in some squalid part of...wait a minute...I had no idea of where I was. Boston? Glasgow? Johannesburg? Fighting back the pain in my cranium I tried hard to remember, to no avail. My hands grasped the surface of the liquid, which I realized wasn't liquid at all but fabric. Perhaps some kind of a bedspread. I determined it must indeed be a bedspread and I must be lying across a bed. As the world slowly swam into focus, I was able to make out the telltale trappings of a hotel room-a dresser, huge armoire, nightstand. "There's always phones on those nightstands," my addled brain reasoned. And sure enough I could just see the top of the receiver. I gathered my strength and began to crawl toward it. But my body wasn't ready to be put through this ordeal and I found myself having to rest--twice. Then my hand wouldn't sufficiently close around the receiver to bring it to my head. I decided to just pull the whole thing toward me and hope the receiver would drop near my head. It did. And I watched as my thumb shakily pushed '0.' There was a pause and then a voice answered "Front desk." "Please," I croaked, "Send a doctor." And that was how Dr. Chu found me: naked, beaten, face down on a hotel bed with no clue where I was or how I got there. He gave me two shots in my ass, dressed my facial wounds, ordered me some food and drew a bath for me. Then he filled me in: I was in Hong Kong at the Grand Hyatt Hotel. I'd been there three days but I put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign so no one tried to clean the room. Chu said I'd been drugged, most likely rohypnol by one of the high priced hookers in the Wan Chai district. "They usually triple dose their customers," Dr Chu told me, "just to be sure." Through my slowly clearing mental fog I could remember being out somewhere, talking to a couple of women. But that was it. See, I've always had a thing for Asian women. Ever since I was in Vietnam and went to Hong Kong for R & R, I've loved everything about them—the way they walk, the way they talk, the way they fuck—they live to please their men, unlike American women who act like they are doing you a favor just to touch your dick. So every opportunity I get I try to fuck some Asian women. Whenever I come to Hong Kong, which is about 3 times a year, I go to Wan Chai for a high class hooker. None of that risky street stuff for me. I want a clean, classy woman who knows how to fuck. But I digress. I looked around the room. My pants were neatly placed across the desk chair and—big surprise here-the wallet's gone. There goes about 5 grand in cash, if I recall. And now I'll have to spend a day canceling credit cards. I looked to my hands and my Audemars Piguet watch and a very expensive, custom-made black diamond ring were also missing. Now, this was starting to piss me off. About that time lunch arrived and Dr Chu and I ate. Whatever drug he gave me was working pretty well and I had regained everything but touch feelings in my lower legs. Chu told me that drugging of American businessmen was becoming fairly common in Wan Chai nowadays, and that several had died. Likely the girl was one of the Phillipino locals or Thai whores that come to work a week at a time, then disappear back into Thailand. "You want me to call police?" Chu asked sincerely. I thought about it a moment. "No," I said, "I don't know what I'd tell them. I don't remember anything." Not to mention, of course, that I didn't want to admit I'd been mugged by a prostitute who left me drugged, naked and unconscious for three days—all because I was following my dick. I thanked Dr. Chu and told him I would be more careful in the future. I stayed in my hotel room the rest of that day and night, calling clients I had missed meetings with and fighting my way through the mental fog. I had dinner in, booked a flight home and packed my suitcases. The next morning, I called the bellhop, grabbed my briefcase and performed my usual final scan of the room. It looked like I had everything, but then I saw a clock/radio on the dresser. It struck me as odd that it would be there since in most hotels it's on the nightstand. But there was something else... Then suddenly it hit me. That was my clock/radio...only it wasn't a clock/radio, it was a video camera disguised to look like a clock/radio. I remembered reading about it on the plane in one of those sky market magazines. It is a nanny-cam designed to catch nannies abusing children, but I had bought it at a local electronics mall and set it up to discreetly tape my encounter with the hooker. I dropped my briefcase and looked at the counter on the back. Sure enough, it's motion-activated hard drive had recorded 2 hours of video. I called the front desk and cancelled the bellhop, then attached the camera to the room's TV. There she was-a walking wet dream. I had met her at Joe Bananas Bar, one of the nicer clubs in Wan Chai. She had told me her name was Juli and she was truly one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. She was tall for an Asian, about 5'9 with more curves than most. She looked to be about 24 or 25 with sparkling brown eyes and perfect teeth. She was wearing a long red silk dress, slit up the side to her hip, and the top was a halter that didn't allow for a bra. Her C-cup tits moved enticingly when she spoke or laughed. She moved gracefully, seductively and confidently. We quickly agreed on a price for a good fuck. She asked me what hotel I was at and when I told her, I swear I saw her perfect nipples on her perfect tits harden. She asked if we could have a drink and dance for a little while first, flashing me that sexy little smile while touching my thigh. "Sure," I said, "what do you want?" "I get drink," she said, "you wait here." She then stuck her tongue in my ear while rubbing my cock through my pants. "Oooh, he big boy," she said, giggling, "I hope I can fit in my mouth." Then she disappeared and I was left trying to hide my very obvious erection. A few minutes later she returned and handed me a very red, very sweet mixed drink. I tasted it, thought it was probably a Singapore Sling. "What is this?" I asked. "House specialty," she said, "Lets dance." We danced a couple of songs and I finished my drink. She looked at me and said "Time to go." I smiled and paid the bill. But as I got to my feet to leave, I remember feeling oddly lightheaded when I followed her to the cab. That's the last thing I remember. The video began as we opened the hotel room door. I was already looking pretty wasted as she escorted me to the bed, taking off my sport jacket and tie, all the while murmuring words of encouragement. "Now you sit here," she said with that man's dream of a mouth, "I make you feel good." She started to do what would appear to me in my doped state as undress, but the video showed what she was really doing was casing the room for things to steal. Meanwhile, I was looking unhappier than ever. Finally I said "Excuse me," and headed for the bathroom. She searched the room in my absence and I could hear myself retching from the bathroom. Moments later, I staggered out and she immediately grabbed me and began removing my clothes. She unfastened my pants and dropped them to the floor, then took my boxers off. "Oooo we gonna take care of you," she purred as she took off my shirt and eased me back on the bed. At this point I was for all intents and purposes, unconscious. She kept up a sexy patter for another minute or so, stared at me for a few seconds and poked me, hard. "HEY! HEY!" she shouted at my limp form, "YOU AWAKE? HEY!" After a few more seconds she was satisfied that I was out. Suddenly she changed. "Stupid fucking American," she spat at me, "now you gonna lose everything. You so fucking smart." She then slapped me—hard. She grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks together. "You wanna fuck Chinese girl? You want some pussy?" she growled, "It gonna cost you now." She punched my face and blood began trickling from my mouth. Now I know where those bruises came from. "Stupid little Chinese girl outsmart big rich American," she laughed to herself. She climbed down off me and started rifling through my pants, my luggage. She grabbed my wallet and then oddly, neatly folded my pants and put them back on the chair. Looking again at me, she grabbed my wrist and stared at my watch and ring for a few seconds, trying, I guess, to decide if they were worth stealing. She then took off the watch and ring, which she put in her purse along with my wallet. Finally she looked around the room, apparently satisfied she'd cleaned me out. She walked back to the bed, looked down at me with what I can only describe as contempt, and spat in my face. "Hope you enjoyed yourself," she laughed, "you come see me again." With that she turned and walked that perfect little ass out of my room. ******************** An hour later I called the bellhop again, checked out of the hotel and headed for the airport. As I took my first class seat, I smiled into my Chivas on the rocks. I had a plan. Six months later I checked into the Hong Kong Peninsula Hotel as Daniel Taylor, an Australian businessman from Brisbane. My dyed blonde hair was shorter, and I was sporting a goatee. Colored contacts made my brown eyes green, and small, stylish black rimmed glasses completed my look. After settling in and taking a shower, I put on a tailored Armani suit, a Luigi Borelli shirt, silk tie and a pair of John Lobb loafers and I was ready to begin my quest. It made sense to start at the scene of the crime so I found myself with a Chivas on the rocks (that I watched the bartender pour) at Joe Bananas. Seeing how I was dressed, the hookers flocked to me, asking me to dance, if I wanted company, etc. I ate it up, throwing money around like I had an unlimited supply, all the while keeping an eye out for her... Her name was Jia Lee, and she was well known in these parts of Asia. I knew because when I got back home after the mugging I sent a still shot from the video to a ex-CIA spook buddy of mine who works as a consultant for Interpol. They knew her well. She was a former Miss Universe contestant, famous for using her world-class looks and body to seduce and rob mostly Caucasian men. She was also heavily involved with the Triad called WSW, the Chinese mafia. They protected her and kept her out of jail. In fact, she was known to be the concubine of the "Mountain Master," head of the "family." She worked the top lounges occasionally, trolling for only the wealthiest clients, not because she needs money, but because she enjoys it. And she does it with impunity because WSW owns the Hong Kong police and they would never arrest her. Good thing I didn't file a police report about my mugging, because that would have identified me as a victim and therefore, someone to watch out for, not that they would know me in my new look and identity. As I watched some young Philipino hooker slobbering on my cock, doing her best to make me cum quickly, I thought about Jia and how much I wanted to see her do that. Tonight's whore cost me $600 American but I knew Jia would be at least twice that. The second, third and fourth nights were pretty much the same—different high-end bars taking a lot of my money and always going back to my hotel with the best hooker I could find and lavishing a lot of money on her after fucking her brutally. I knew this would give me a reputation among the girls as a high roller, essentially chumming the water to bring out the shark I wanted. Then on the sixth night, while sitting at a table in 'Typhoon' (a notorious high end hooker bar) with three young whores vying for my attention, I caught a fleeting glimpse of what I thought could be her reflected in a mirror over the dance floor. I immediately grabbed one of the women and dragged her out to the floor where I danced with her while subtly looking for Jia. And sure enough, there she was. Her hair was a little different but I knew that was her. Her silver sequined mini-skirt clung for dear life to every dangerous curve and her breasts roamed free under the top, swaying languidly with her every move. She had the attention of every man in that bar and she knew it as she seductively danced with another skimpily dressed woman. "Excellent," I thought to myself as I pulled my dance partner to me, sloppily kissing her and feeling her tits while putting a hundred dollar bill in her cleavage and telling her to get us some drinks. As I had hoped this little show was not wasted on Jia, whose eyes widened slightly at the sight of a very well-dressed foreigner freely tossing money around. Feeling sure I had set the hook, I headed back to my table where I uncorked a bottle of expensive champagne and poured glasses for the girls there. The other whore returned from the bar with even more drinks which I gave to the hookers. Although I, of course, would have no part of any mixed drink, I had to give the impression that I was drinking heavily and ready to party. So when I poured glasses of champagne for the girls, after taking a showy first sip I would subtly switch glasses with one of the girls who had finished hers. As I appeared to get drunker, I became freer with my money, handing out tips to waitresses and the hookers. Eventually I extracted myself from the table and went to the men's room. As I came out, Jia was there waiting for me. "Well," I said loudly in my carefully practiced Australian accent, "hello there. Are you lost?" She flashed that million watt smile, saying "No, just looking for handsomest man in bar." "Oh. Well when you find him, why don't the two of you join me at my table?" I said. "I already found him. I'd love to join you," she said, smoothly slipping her arm around my waist as we walked back toward my table. Right away I noticed the other hookers were nowhere to be seen and that two large Chinese men in suits had taken a table nearby. "What's your name sweet cheeks?" I asked, doing my best to add a subtle slur. "Lisa," she said, "and you?" "Dan, nice to meet you Lisa." "Likewise," she purred, "you English?" "Australian, Brisbane, " I replied. "Ahh," she said, "you here on business?" "Yeah, my company makes computers here," I said, "but that's not what I want to talk about." "Oh, what you want to talk about?" "Your pussy," I said, "and how much will it take to get my tongue in it." She briefly looked shocked, then smiled at me. "You don't waste time do you?" "Made my fortune being direct." I said. "Mmmm, what hotel you in?" she asked. "The Peninsula." I said, "Why?" "I love that hotel," she smiled, "nice rooms, nice men. Two thousand dollars--all night." "Whoa, that's a lotta money," I replied, "what do I get for that?" She looked straight into my eyes, "Whatever you want. You do anything to me," She reached down and began stroking my cock while rubbing those beautiful tits against my arm, adding "all night long." My eyes trailed up from her barely covered crotch to her perfect tits, "Deal," I said, "let's go." She smiled at me. "One drink and a dance first," she purred, "they make me horny." "Okay then," I said, as I started to signal the waitress. "I get drinks," she said, "you relax." Man, just like before, I thought, how many times has she done this? "Sounds good," I said, "I need to make a phone call so I'll meet you back here." She agreed and headed for the bar. I grabbed my champagne glass, took out my cell phone and headed for the foyer, stopping briefly to speak to my waitress. As I made a call, I took a tiny white envelope from my jacket and emptied it into my glass while praying my spook pal was right when he told me this drug would counteract the effects of rohypnol. Pretending to continue my conversation, I swirled my drink until the drug dissolved, drained the glass and headed back for the table. 'Lisa' was there with two red drinks waiting. She smiled and handed me one. I smiled, looked at the drink and asked "What is this?" "House specialty," she said, "you try." I took a sip. Yeah, this was it, same as before. I smiled, took another sip and grabbed her hand. "How bout that dance?" I said. Not waiting for a reply, I dragged her out to the floor where she gave me an erection just moving that incredible body and smiling seductively at me. When the song ended, I pulled her close to me and whispered "I need to fuck you now." "Mmmm, sounds hot," she whispered, "we finish our drinks and go," she said as she licked and sucked on my neck. Meanwhile, the waitress I had tipped $100 came to our table pretending to clean up and switched the drinks. We finished our drinks and headed out. 'Lisa' signaled her goons and they followed our taxi in their own car. In the hotel elevator, I took her in my arms and passionately kissed her, feeling her tits through her dress. She responded, thrusting her tongue in my mouth and moaning professionally. After a moment, I broke the kiss, telling her I was feeling a little lightheaded. She smiled and said, "Don't worry, we get to room I make you feel better." When the room door closed, I pushed her back on the bed and started kissing her while pinching those wonderful tits—hard. She yelped and pushed me off her, sitting up. "Something wrong?" I asked innocently. She looked at me then back down at the floor, as though trying to get her bearings. "You feeling a bit dizzy?" I asked as I moved her purse away and under the bed. She nodded her head and tried to stand, unsuccessfully, falling back onto the bed. "That'd be the rohypnol kicking in then," I said casually, "no fun is it?" Realizing the tables had been turned, she looked desperately around the room for her purse—a way to call for help. "Sorry, I've had to put your purse away. Not to worry though, you'll get it back." Her final conscious act was trying to lunge at me with her claws out. I easily caught her hands, looking her in the eyes as I held her down on the bed. "Now you get to know what your victims went through." Just before she lost consciousness, I saw the first look of real fear in her eyes. Moments later a bellman arrived and removed my luggage including my large trunk, from the room next door, (where I had placed it after picking the lock of the adjoining door) and took it directly to a van in the parking garage. I took her purse but left my fake passport under the bed, where I knew it would be found. I had paid my bill earlier before carefully wiping my fingerprints off all surfaces in my room. I pulled the van out of the hotel and around the corner. Going back to the hotel, I could see the goons sitting in the lobby. I summoned a bellman and handed him a letter and $50, telling him to give the goons the note and quickly walk away. Big Trouble in Hong Kong Ch. 01 He did. Goon 1 opened the envelope and read it, quickly turning to goon 2. They both ran across the lobby to the elevators. The note said simply, "Your whore just ran away." Big Trouble in Hong Kong Ch. 02 In part 1, I was drugged and mugged in Hong Kong by a beautiful Chinese whore. I came back later to return the favor. Again, this isn't great wank material, but a good story. ___________________________ Jia slowly opened her eyes, blinking to see through the haze in her brain. It was dark, and the room seemed to sway. She tried to move, but for some reason her arms and legs wouldn't cooperate. She concentrated as hard as she could, but couldn't remember anything about where she might be or how she got here. When she tried to call out, her dry mouth and swollen throat only produced a faint croak. As she struggled to move, she realized she was restrained, although it was too dark in the room to see how or by what. She strained to hear or smell something that might give her a clue. She could hear a steady hum, like a motor of some kind. She could smell salt air. Suddenly a door opened and blinding light poured in, causing Jia to close her eyes and wince in pain. "Ah, we're awake, are we?" I called out to Jia, "Good. Fancy some water?" Without waiting for an answer, I started pouring a bottle of water on her face. At first she tried to get away from the stream, but then opened her mouth to let some in. I immediately stopped pouring and pulled up a stool beside her. "Want some more water?" She looked at me with confusion. "Okay, but you'll have to earn it." I took a long, luxurious swig of the bottle. "Mmmm, that's good. I'm sure you have a lot of questions about where you are and what's going on," I said. "fair enough, first the 'where'--you're on a boat in the South China Sea, headed for the Philippines. Now the who: I'm a guy you drugged and robbed some time back. You beat me, stole my money, my favorite ring and a very expensive watch. That was just wrong, don't you think? And the what, as in what's going to happen to you. Well, you see I picked you up both times because I wanted to fuck a beautiful whore, so in the 5 days it takes to get to Luzon, I'm going to fuck you in every way possible. Then what happens is up to you: if you've been good, I might send you back home. If not, I'll cut your worthless ass into little pieces and throw you to the fish—or sell you to a slave dealer I know in Manila, I haven't decided." Jia's eyes widened and she began struggling against her bonds. It was only then that she realized she was naked and tied to my own custom made sex table. "Oh I see you're admiring the table," I said, "nice, isn't it. Designed and built it myself. It reclines," I said as I reclined it, bringing Jia's fine little ass to about my face level, "the entire table can recline or stand upright, so I can fuck you laying or standing, the legholders split so I have unlimited access to you here," I said as I touched her pussy. "and the neck support lowers so I can fuck your face. I'm gonna do a lot of that." She stared at me with a mixture of terror and rage and again, tried to speak, making only a strangled croak. "Oh, sorry, you could probably use a little more water, couldn't you?" I poured some more water on her face. Again, she opened her mouth and took a little in before I stopped. She glared at me and swallowed. "You son of a bitch, I'll have you killed." I immediately put my hand over her mouth and poured water in her nose. She inhaled some and started choking and hacking. I grabbed her throat and squeezed hard. "Apparently you don't understand. This isn't Hong Kong, you aren't in control." She struggled against her bonds, trying desperately to dislodge my hand. I just squeezed harder. "I make the decisions here. For instance, right now I decide if you breathe. Do you want to breathe?" Jia's face had turned a deep crimson. Her huge, terrified eyes stared at me as her body jerked. I gave her one more good squeeze and removed my hand. She coughed and gasped. I waited for her to recover a little. "Now, you can make this easy or hard. Open your whore's mouth again unless I tell you to and I'll stick my knife right up your ass. So you have a decision to make, do you want to die or are you going to be a good girl?" Again she stared at me with hatred. But now, there was more fear than rage in her eyes. I whipped my huge hunting knife out of it's case on my hip and put it to her chest. She could feel the point denting her flawless skin. "Don't make me ask you again." She nodded. "Good," I said, "cause I'm gonna fuck your mouth now." I quickly stood and adjusted the table so that her head was at my crotch level, slightly back so her mouth aligned with her throat. I took out my cock and slapped her face with it. "Now, if you do something foolish like bite me, I'll slice you open, throw you overboard and let the sharks eat you, understand?" She just stared at me. "I SAID, UNDERSTAND?" as I dragged the knife up her throat. She nodded her head. "Good. Now open up." I slapped her face with my cock again. Reluctantly she opened her mouth and I slid the head of my cock in, letting her get used to the size before pulling it out and easing it back in. "Now suck it, bitch." She closed her lips around the head and began sucking it. I got into a rhythm and she adjusted to the depth of my thrusts. God it felt good. And looking down at this gorgeous whore with her perfect body completely at my command made it even hotter. After a few more thrusts, she had about half of my cock in her mouth and I started to push deeper. After another inch she started to gag and tried to back off of my cock. Instead, I withdrew a little to let her breathe and then jammed it all in. I felt it hit the back of her throat and force it's way into her esophagus. I held it there a few seconds as she fought to dislodge it. Then I slowly backed it out as she gagged and gasped for air. I jammed it down her throat again and her eyes got huge as she thrashed about trying to escape it. "Be smart Jia...or Juli or Lisa, don't fight it. Breathe between strokes." Again I withdrew and she panted a couple of times before I shoved it down her throat again. She still resisted, but I could see she was thinking about what I said. Three more slow thrusts and she began to relax, getting used to my cock violating her throat and learning how to breathe around it. "Mmmmm...that feels great Jia. I'm gonna speed up now." I drove harder and faster into her throat as I felt my balls slapping her nose and eyes. Jiu adjusted to the pace and depth of my pounding dick and I could feel her tongue stroking the head. Obviously she had decided it was better to cooperate and get it over with. Strings of saliva drooled out of her mouth and stretched toward the floor. Her eyes watered with tears that rolled down the sides of her face, leaving little trails in her makeup. Her body jerked and her beautiful tits bounced with each stroke. I reached down to take a handful of breast in each hand while I fucked her throat. I pinched her nipples hard and she moaned in pain around my pole. I closed my eyes as I felt the tingling in my balls, meaning I was about to shoot a world-class load on this prostitute. I screamed as I started to cum, letting the first spurt shoot down her throat. The second I withdrew enough to blast her tongue and the rest I shot all over her face. And I shot a shitload. At least 4 spurts landed on her lips, up her nose, on her eye and in her hair. I gotta say, it was impressive. She coughed and sputtered, blowing cum out her nose. She tried to clear her throat and mouth to spit out the cum there, but I held her mouth closed and said simply, "Swallow." She gave me that enraged look again, but after a few seconds I could feel her throat working as she swallowed my load. When she was done, I released her mouth. "Open," I said as she looked at me with disgust. But she did, and all the cum was gone. "Good," I said, "I'll let you wear the rest. Keep up this level of cooperation and you might just live through this." I smiled at her, satisfied that phase 1 of my plan had worked perfectly. Big Trouble in Hong Kong Ch. 03 I kidnapped the Chinese hooker that had drugged, robbed and beaten me and had her tied up on my special sex table below decks on a sailboat I'd bought to take us to the Philippines. I had fucked her face, handcuffed and blindfolded her while I took her to the head. She did her business, I freed her hands long enough for her to clean herself then led her to the galley for some food. She sat quietly, eating whatever food I brought to her mouth. I would feed her, watch her chew, wipe her mouth, let her drink some water, then repeat. Watching that mouth and that throat work above those perfect tits gave me another erection. So when she finished eating, I said "Jia, watching you eat has made my dick hard so I'm going to fuck your mouth again." She stiffened and looked alarmed but I guess her situation-cuffed, blindfolded and naked, totally under my control-made her better judgment kick in and she looked resigned to her fate. I stood, dropped my pants and guided her head toward my hard cock. At first she kept her mouth closed until I slapped her several times with my tool. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and allowed me to put the first couple of inches in. I took my time, allowing her to adjust to the girth, then pushed in until I hit the back of her throat. She gagged briefly and I withdrew an inch, letting her breathe. I then slowly pushed back in, repeating the process until she could take it without gagging. I fell into a rhythm, fucking only to the back of her throat until I felt her relax a little. Then on the next stroke, I grabbed the back of her head and forced my cock balls deep in her throat, holding it there. She struggled to pull back but I held her there with her nose buried in my pubic hair before letting her go. She pulled her head back, gasping for air. I waited a few seconds before again plunging my dick down her throat and holding her head there. I repeated this process several times and then told her "Lean forward. It will align your mouth and throat." She did, and I started a steady fucking of that beautiful face. On each stroke I would watch my rock hard cock disappear into that flawless mouth. She learned to adjust to my pace and breathe between strokes as I forced her head down. Watching her sit there-powerless, humiliated, being mouth-raped by a stranger made me want to fuck her face even harder. Occasionally I would completely withdraw my cock and let her breathe deeply while I watched the long strings of saliva drip from her mouth to those fantastic tits. She kept her mouth open, not knowing when I would return my dick. I reached to grab her left breast and pull roughly on the nipple. She winced in pain but I quickly distracted her by driving my shaft back down her throat. Picking up my pace, I began fucking her mouth in earnest. She remained passive, neither resisting nor participating, but just finding openings to grab a breath. After a few minutes, I felt my orgasm approaching and said "Jia, I'm gonna come now so take a breath." Again I forced myself balls deep and held it there as white hot cum shot in long spurts from the end of my cock. In this position, she couldn't breathe but I could see her esophagus working so I knew she was swallowing. I hastily pulled out and shot the rest on her face. There was not nearly as much as before but I made sure to spread it around her face with the head of my cock. "Now lick me clean, " I said, returning my softening prick to her mouth. She did so reluctantly, licking and sucking the remaining jism from the head and shaft. "Good job Jia. You're learning," I said, as I tucked my cock back into my pants. "I'm sure you're tired after your eventful day so I'm going to take you back to your table and let you sleep." Again she looked alarmed and said "No..." but I cut her off by grabbing her neck just below her chin. I squeezed hard and leaned down next to her ear, saying in my best menacing voice "Listen up, cunt. Don't think because I'm nice to you here that I've forgotten for a minute what you did to me in Hong Kong. You'll do exactly what you're told or I'll throw your whore ass overboard. Got it?" I forced her head backward for emphasis and she quickly nodded yes. Releasing her throat I said "Now get up." She stood immediately, panting for air, and let me lead her back to the table, where I strapped her in. I told her to open her mouth and dropped a sleeping pill in, then gave her another sip of water. Only then did I take off the blindfold and notice the streaks of tears that had fallen from her eyes. I tried not to let them affect me. "Get some sleep now. Busy day tomorrow," I said as I turned out the light and closed the door. My last image was of her lying helplessly on her back, staring sadly at the ceiling. The next morning, I performed all my boat duties-found out where we were, if we were on course and how the fuel was holding out, put us back on autopilot-then came down to see Jia. I opened the door very carefully, just in case she had managed to free herself in the night and was waiting to bash my head in. But the outside light revealed that she was still strapped down and sleeping. I quietly walked around her, admiring the perfection of that face and body. Asleep, her relaxed face was innocent, almost angelic. Her flawless nose and full red lips made me wonder why she would ever bother with makeup. Her graceful neck gave way to peerless C-cup breasts topped with quarter sized nipples that rose and fell gently with her breath. My eyes roamed down her body, over her flat stomach, past the beautiful flare of her hips to her long and shapely legs. And that pussy. Above was a well-trimmed landing strip pointing down to a shaven mound that protected her labia, which flowered out, almost inviting me in. "God, no wonder she's so good at what she does," I thought to myself. Apparently my dick thought so too, because it was getting harder by the minute. Silently I crept around to her feet and released the table mechanism that allowed her legs to spread. I slowly spread them apart, pulled a stool over so I could sit and admire that breathtaking pussy. I inched closer until my nose was so close I could smell it—rich, piquant, complex like a good French Bordeaux. I began to lightly blow on the labia, taking care to not make noise. At first there was no reaction, only her measured breathing as her breasts gently rolled with her breath. But then I noticed the labia begin to darken, to blush, as blood flowed to them. My tongue snaked out to lightly trace the outer contours of the labia. The blush darkened, but she did not stir. I very gently licked her between the lips, allowing my tongue to penetrate just a little. After a few strokes like that, I saw her clitoral hood begin to rise from atop the labia and the clit itself barely peeking out from underneath. Still Jia slept, seemingly unaware of the events happening between her legs. I penetrated her lips a little further and dragged my tongue up to gently flick the beautiful little pearl that was her clitoris. On the third or fourth such lick, she began to stir slightly, her breath quickening only a little and her head turning slightly up. I deepened my tongue stroke slightly and stopped to lick her clitoris several times, the engorged head emerging to meet me. She stirred a little more, turning her head up and emitting a tiny little moan. I increased the intensity of my licks on her clit as her breathing quickened. When I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it rapidly several times she drew a gasp and slightly arched her back. I backed off, again carefully lapping at her clit. I looked down at he vaginal entrance below and saw a few drops of moisture forming there. The air around my nose filled with the unmistakable, sweet smell of a pussy becoming aroused. I turned my attention back to her clit, taking it between my upper teeth and bottom lip and sucking it hard. She moaned aloud and began moving her head from left to right. Her ass was humping slightly up as I increased my suction and licking. I took a couple of full strokes, starting with my tongue in her pussy, tasting her glorious juices—and ended sucking and licking her clit again. This brought louder moans and harder humping of my face. I could see her arms and legs struggling against her restraints, but still her eyes were closed. I snuck my middle finger into her vagina while still licking her clit gently. Her head stopped moving and she began a long, steady moan as I stroked my finger slowly in and out. Without warning I drove two fingers into her pussy while curling them to stroke her g-spot. At the same time I roughly sucked her clitoris into my mouth and softly bit it. Her eyes flew open, her back arched and her mouth opened in a scream that started low and climbed ever higher. Then she froze for one perfect moment in time—back arched, head back, mouth soundlessly opened wide, cords of veins standing out on her neck, arms and legs flailing helplessly in their bonds, hands grasping their restraints... Then Jia came. The first shriek was deafening as her whole body started to shake. She frantically sucked in air and emitted a second, even louder one as she vibrated uncontrollably. The third wave was soundless, and a stream of juice shot from her pussy, coating my face. Her eyes grew to twice their size, unseeingly staring at the ceiling. I backed off my stroking and sucking for a few seconds to allow her to catch her breath, then bit down again and stroked her g-spot even harder. Her body stiffened and she let out a wail as she fought her bonds, coming harder than I've ever seen a woman come. Finally, she relaxed, exhausted and panting toward the ceiling. After about a minute, she lifted her head to look at me, her face an unreadable mixture of incredulity and what? Outrage? "I'm going to fuck you now Jia," I said. Her expression never changed as she watched me drop my pants and line my cock up with her swollen pussy. When I eased in the first inch or so into her incredibly tight, velvet furnace, she threw her head back and began to whine. As I slowly increased the pace, she punctuated each thrust with a little squeak. Then suddenly, I drew back and drove my cock into the hilt while pinching her nipples. Her body again stiffened and she held her breath while I started pounding into her. Again she released a loud shriek as she came for a third time. I watched my cock pistoning in and out of her, white and frothy with her juices that ran down my balls and dripped to the floor. Her body lay still for a moment as I slammed into her, then her hips began to rise slightly to meet my thrusts. Her movements became more pronounced until she was undulating her hips against my cock as her breathing became little pants. Together, we climbed that ladder again and after a few minutes, I was ready to pump a load into this goddess. "OH GOD, JIA, I'M CUMMING!" I shouted. She raised her pussy up so I could get maximum penetration and I shot a big load of steaming cum up her, all the while bellowing my orgasm to the sea. I collapsed atop her, sated and exhausted, and rested a few minutes. When I picked up my head and her eyes met mine, I saw disbelief, wonder and vulnerability as well as the streaks of her tears that had run down her face. "Let's get you some breakfast," I said, and she nodded meekly. This girl was getting to me, and I couldn't let that happen. If I made one mistake, it would get us both killed. Big Trouble in Hong Kong Ch. 04 Jia sat naked handcuffed and blindfolded in the galley as I fed her breakfast. A bite of egg, a piece of bacon, wipe her mouth. Some orange juice, more egg, a bite of toaster waffle, wipe her mouth. A crystalline drop of syrup fell to her perfect breast, slowly dripping toward a puffy nipple and I leaned to slowly lick it off. I felt Jiu draw a breath and her body stiffen, her spine straightening, jutting out those superb breasts. But this time I could see the nerve endings on her skin rise and her breathing heightened slightly. That was not fear or dread, that was sexual excitement. I took a piece of waffle from the fork and rubbed it around her nipple, then put it in her mouth. While giving her a sip of juice, I licked off the syrup and lingered to suck on the nipple. Again, her breath caught in her throat. "Why Jia, I do believe you like that," I said. I fed her some more eggs and bacon, but then dropped a piece of waffle into her lap. It nestled against her landing strip and she sat there, unsure of what to do. "Of course I can't leave that down there. I'll have to get it for you, won't I?" I touched her knee and slid my hand up her shapely thigh toward the waffle. To my surprise, she parted her legs, and the piece slipped down in front of her vaginal opening. As my hand got closer to her pussy, I felt her hips give a tiny thrust, willing my hand to touch her there. I glided my hand up her mound, my middle finger parting her labia and stroking her clit. She inhaled and her head tilted back slightly. I brought the waffle piece up, dragging it along her slit and across her silky stomach and delightful tits before rubbing her lips with it. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I put the waffle on it and she chewed it slowly, deliberately, pausing to lick her lips after swallowing it. This was getting interesting. I gave Jia another sip of orange juice and with an almost imperceptible smile she let some of it dribble out of her mouth onto her chest. I watched the tiny golden river drip off her right breast into her lap. "Now look what you've done. I suppose I'll have to clean that up." My finger traced the juice's route, pausing to smear it around her nipple. I leaned in to gently lick some off her neck and she shivered as I rolled her nipple in my fingers. I continued licking the juice off her neck, moving down toward her chest as my fingers lightly traced the OJ's path across her stomach toward her legs. As my tongue neared her breast, she moaned softly and arched her back, thrusting her breasts out. She leaned her head back as her breath quickened. As I began to lick the juice from her breast without touching her nipple, my hand spread the juice around and just below her navel. My tongue made circles around her nipple and I watched it enlarge. When my hand moved toward her slit, she moved her ass to the edge of the chair, spreading her legs further and humping my hand. I sucked the end of her breast, careful not to touch the nipple as my middle finger parted her labia and sought out her pussy. Inserting my finger brought a gasp and a little groan from her. My thumb found her clitoral hood and lightly stroked it. She humped my hand harder. I bit and licked her nipple and she cried out. "Oh, you like that do you?" I said. She didn't answer so I bit again while adding another finger and curling them upward to her g-spot. Her body twisted slightly and she gasped again. "I said, do you?" Jia nodded and I stood as I continued working my fingers into her pussy. With my other hand I freed my hardening cock from my pants. She heard the zipper beside her head and guessed what was coming. But instead of stiffening or turning away, she turned her head toward my cock and opened her mouth. This was a pleasant surprise. As the first inch passed her lips, she did something else I didn't expect—pushed her head forward to take my cock to the back of her mouth. Oh, was that great. Now it was my turn to groan. I picked up the pace of my fingers fucking her and stroked her clit harder. She would sometimes pause between strokes to pant a few breaths, then dive back even harder on my rock hard dick. She was moaning louder every minute and I was reaching the point of no return. Suddenly, I pulled my cock from her mouth and stood her up. Turning her around I pushed her down on the tiny galley table on her belly. I lined my cock up and shoved it into her pussy in one thrust, holding it there. She screamed and arched her back as she came. I felt her juices coat my cock and run down my balls as I started fucking her. She would groan or cry out with every thrust and her body would go rigid when I hit a particularly good spot. I wet my thumb and rubbed it around her asshole. I felt her stiffen a little as I began pressing it into her gorgeous ass. Soon, though, I was alternating thrusts in her pussy and asshole and she was moving with me. I spit on her hole and withdrew my cock from her pussy, still slick with her fluids. I used my dick to spread the spit around a bit, then began pressing it into her ass. She raised her head up from the table and her asshole tightened. "Relax Jia," I said as I pushed her head back down, "you're going to like this." Gradually I felt the resistance leave her body and her asshole relaxed. But she was still holding her breath. "Breathe," I said, and on her exhale the head of my cock penetrated. She let out a little pained groan and I held still to give her time to get used to it. Again I spit on my dick and began working the head slowly in and out. After a moment, she relaxed so I started pushing my cock further in, a quarter inch at a time. She was still uncomfortable but was getting used to the intruder. Finally, I bottomed out and just held my cock there. Then, slowly and gently, I started fucking her ass. After a minute she started moving with me and I heard her breathing rising again. Increasing my speed, I heard her start groaning again. As I fucked her ass harder, I reached around between her legs to play with her clit. Her head came off the table and she let out a loud moan. Again I increased my speed on both her clit and ass. Now she was panting and grunting and I took in the sight below me: Jia laying flat on the table, blindfolded, breasts spreading out to the side and shaking with every thrust into her ass, her cuffed hands reaching and grasping, trying to escape their bonds, her long legs straight and standing on tiptoe as I pummeled her ass. I kicked it into a higher gear, fucking her ass even faster as I continued working on her clit. She started moaning louder. I knew I wouldn't last much longer and I grabbed her hair, yanking her head backward and off the table. She went wild—screaming and cursing in Chinese as she came. Seconds later I felt my own orgasm starting. I thrust viciously into her ass as I cried out. She heard me and tightened her ass as she came again. I felt my come shooting up from my balls and blasting deep into her bowels. She gave one last cry and collapsed on the table. I fell on top of her, breathing hard. When I had rested a moment, I stood and took my softening dick from Jiu's ass. It came out with a pop, followed by lots of cum. She just grunted, but didn't move. I cleaned my cock in the head and brought out a warm, damp cloth to clean her ass and pussy. I carefully cleaned her up, being especially gentle with her swollen pussy. It had taken a beating. I stood her up and walked her back to her table. After strapping her down, I removed the blindfold and again, saw the tears. But this time she looked straight at me and in a voice I didn't recognize, said "Please don't leave me here." I was stunned. The accent was almost British, the words crisp and clear. "What?" "Please don't leave me here again. You don't need to tie me up, I won't go anywhere or try to hurt you," she said, her eyes vulnerable, pleading and brimming with tears. I looked deep in her eyes and made a decision. I took the straps off her hands and feet and let her stand for the first time on her own. She looked at me, then down at her naked body, back up at me and started to cry. "Thank you," she said. She tried to take a step but her knees buckled and she collapsed into my arms. I picked her up and carried her into the little salon by the galley, laying her on the small love seat. Again she said "Thank you," as her tears turned to little sobs and she clung to me, "thank you..." Holding her in my arms I said "It's okay Jia, you don't have to thank me anymore for untying you." She pulled back and looked at me, "Not for untying me," she sniffled, "for saving me." "What?"