likely to have again. The cleverly manipulated cock of the old Oriental was giving her cunt the sheerest ecstasy that any girl could wish to experience and he was starting her on the road that would lead her eventually and in a short time to the adoration of cock for cock's sake. He was forcing her to experience and enjoy the complete surrender of the mind as well as the flesh to the utter bliss that only fucking would provide for her … he was making her have the hump-experience that would by its very nature force her to want to enjoy it time and time again.
To even contemplate visiting the private apartment of an elderly Oriental, the girl must have been comparatively innocent. By the time she left that apartment she would be so much more worldly-wise in many ways. Tse Ling liked his girlie acting aspirants to be innocent, so long as they were healthy and able to be aroused sexually as this young girl had been aroused, as long as they could be made horny and sexy, then he didn't mind how innocent, how unsophisticated or how inexperienced they were to begin with… he would shape them as he wanted them shaped, he would map the path he wanted them to follow… he would guide them… procure them… debauch their cunts.
The little manservant was keeping a careful watch and count of the times this latest young victim was brought to an orgasm. He and his Master kept these sort of records to improve their technique with application of the sex-drug in the drink. They had been able to almost gauge the amount of the drug to use to make a girl reach her peak for a certain number of times. In their experiments they had almost killed one young woman in their efforts to drug her enough to make her experience twenty orgasms before passing out from exhaustion.
They never repeated the experiment on such a scale. They had reckoned this Julie Taylor would have about four climaxes in her young belly.
She had already had three, her loins, thighs and Tse Ling's balls and stomach were sopping with her cunt- juice and now as the old Oriental quickened the tempo of the fuck to bring his own crisis to its fulfillment, they saw and heard the girl gasping and screaming in her lust as her fourth orgasm that evening was reached and passed.
A heavily-breathing old Tse Ling lay alongside her now. He had drained himself and her as well, and she wanted to do as he was doing, drift away into a deep sleep, but it was the agitating thin wet lips of the manservant on her mouth that was preventing her from relaxing. He was hurting her with those thin talon-like fingers of his clawing at her naked breasts while he kissed her mouth. She could feel his long cock was out from his trouser front, and it was clear now that he too was going to enjoy her cunt. With Tse Ling she had neither the strength nor the will to resist, she had wanted him to do what he had done to her … now with this little servant man it was different. She was satiated. She wanted her twat to be left alone. She had the will to resist him, however, but not the strength. She felt his long horrid cock delve up into her saturated and quite sore cunt-hole. She felt his balls slapping against her crotch, felt him jerking her with every thrust of his slim but strong body and she saw that Tse Ling was lying on his side enjoying watching her having a fuck with his manservant, and deriving pleasure from the hump even though at first she had tried so hard to prevent the servant from doing it to her. For he made her get pleasure in the act, however she resisted. But she had been drained so dry of her cunt-juice when she had experienced the four orgasm of the evening, with Tse Ling's prick inside her, that she was quite unable to produce more than a dribble of cunt-juice when the long thin cock of the manservant exploded its load of hot scum high up inside her.
It was two hours later that she was sufficiently refreshed to leave the apartment. She had been given fifty dollars as a payment towards her first salary from the Ling-Tan Theatrical Agency, and was told she would be hearing from the impresario again in the near future, when she would be given more details of the venture. It was, he mentioned to her blandly, a touring company, and they had been offered engagements abroad.
Pleased with her fifty dollars, happy with the exciting prospects before her, not quite so pleased at the knowledge that she had a plentiful supply of Oriental male sperm in her belly, but happy to think that Tse Ling would not be accompanying on the tour, she went off home. She little thought what the prospects were; nor did she stop to consider that the type of engagement Tse Ling had in mind was well in keeping with the hump-action in which she had just been engaged.
Chapter 2
It had been a distressing afternoon. Since just after lunch Susan and her husband Jack Bowing had been going through the cupboards and drawers and suitcases in a small furnished room not far from the Earl's Court Road. They were in the room that had, until recently, been occupied by Tina, Susan's younger sister. When the girl had left home to come up to live in London, Susan and Jack had asked her to live with them in their small but comfortable semi-detached house in Purley. But no, the headstrong seventeen-year-old had wanted her own place, had wanted to be independent, and now after only six months up here she had vanished. It had been the landlady who had first raised the alarm. She had telephoned the Bowings when the youngster did not return to her room after three nights. At first she thought the girl might be staying with friends, but by mere chance the sharp-eyed landlady had noticed the girl when she met her out shopping in the market. Tina had been hurrying along, anxious not to be seen by anyone she knew, it seemed, and she was not alone. A slimy horrid-looking foreign man had been on either side of her. The eagle eyes of the landlady had noticed that the men had hold of the girl's arms.
Susan and Jack had come up to town as soon as they had the frantic telephone call from Tina's land-lady. They persuaded her not to report the matter to the police, not yet at any rate, they wanted to keep the disappearance of the girl from the knowledge of her mother and father.
If they could not trace her or find her by the end of that week, then the police would have to be informed. Until then, they would try and get a clue as to where she might have gone. The description the woman gave of the foreign men with Tina gave Susan and Jack the idea that they must have been Orientals, and when on going through some of the discarded papers and rubbish in Tina's room they found a torn card on which had been scribbled 'The Ling-Tan Theatrical Agency' with its address, the young couple thought they might have a lead.
Young Tina had always had a hankering after a life of glamour, a life of the bright lights that show-business might have to offer a young pretty girl. If she had gotten into the wrong type of Agency, if she had been fool enough to fall for a lot of wild promises that some of the vile men who lure young girls put to them… well… this LingTan Agency might be the right lead…
Reluctant as he was to let his wife go to the office of this Agency on her own, Jack knew this was by far the best way of finding out what sort of organization was run by this Ling-Tan firm. If it was the sort of company that looked for lone girls, it would be quite useless for a man to try to get any information from them. The only way was for Susan to go along to the office, just on the off chance, as it might appear, to see if they had any suggestions for her, as she wanted to go on the stage. From that point of introduction she would have to see which way the cat jumped. They tried taking off her wedding ring, so that she could make out she was a single girl without friends in London. They wanted to make it easy for the Agency to lure her if they were that sort of organization. If this approach led nowhere, then plainly it was not through this Ling-Tan setup that they were going to trace the missing Tina. If, on the other hand, they showed great interest in Susan despite her lack of dramatic or theatrical experience, then this might prove as likely as not an invaluable clue that could lead them to Susan.
The wedding ring had to be put on again. It left a deep impression on the finger when it was removed. This might well be suspicious to an alert-eyed Oriental.
'Better say you are a widow, dear,' Jack told his wife. 'They won't be very interested in you if they know you have a husband near at hand.'
'No, darling, I just can't say that. I won't think of anything as horrible as losing you, dear,' insisted Susan. 'I will say you are abroad on business and you won't be back for at least a year. That will help to make a real reason why I am alone in London and why I want to join a theatrical group, to meet friends and fill up my time while you're away. That sounds feasible, doesn't it? It will make them think I'm going to be an easy haul for them, won't it? That, is, of course, if they're the sort of people we think they are.'
Tse Ling looked at the young woman seated on the sofa in his private office at the back of the Agency. His Manageress had been quite right to have this young woman shown in to his own room. She was possibly of the type they needed. She looked about twenty-two, she was married, he noticed, but after a brief glance down at the sheet of particulars his Manageress had provided for him about this applicant to join their Agency, he saw her husband
