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, he saw her husband was abroad. He would be away from her for at least another twelve months.

The little Oriental suppressed a smile at this. Just the set-up he liked. A young wife, alone and depressed, bored and lovely. No wonder she wanted to go find new friends and if possible earn some money for herself by part-time acting.

He scanned down the paper. Not very experienced in acting. Strange in a way she should want to take it up now. He looked at her more closely. She was very attractive, very physically desirable.

"Why had she come to his Agency?" he asked her.

She explained that she had been too many others first, but they had not been very interested, as she did not have enough experience to suit them.

That was understandable. He put his fears to rest on that score. They had all turned her down, eh?

It was a good thing Susan Bowing had been prepared for the question. Jack had told her to say she had been to other agencies. He had given her a few names to mention if necessary.

Tse Ling was satisfied with her reply, and did not ask for any names. He handed her a cigarette, it was a long thin affair, and she did not like it much, but she obliged him by slowly smoking it while he asked her more questions. She knew he was making up his mind about her...she did not want to offend him or appear aloof by refusing his offer of a cigarette. It was one of his Eastern brands, she supposed. It was sickly- sweet but probably would not do her any harm if she could get over the strange taste.

Tse Ling studied her through his slit-eyes, narrowed to almost being fully closed. She was very attractive, she had lovely high breasts, well spaced on her lush figure, and those hips, they were perfect, luscious and desirable to grip; she sat so that he could see her shapely legs. Her tight-fitting skirt just barley hid her thighs, but he knew they would be delightful, the lower parts of her limbs curved per- fectly to her calves and down to trim ankles.

He knew it was a body that would attract any man ...what a fool her husband must be to leave his pretty wife alone in London! Well, she had come to the right place to be taken care of...but perhaps not in the way she expected.

She was lonely, the report said, she wanted to meet friends and thought perhaps a semi-pro theatrical group might be the answer. Tse Ling would see she met friends, plenty of them...but her performances with them might not come under any particular dramatic art, as seen on the stage at least. The little Oriental smiled to himself lost in thought...

-=*=-

For the fourth time, Jack Bowing got out of his car and put another coin into the parking meter. He had parked a couple of streets away from where the Ling-Tan Agency had its office. Susan was to come round there as soon as the initial interview was over.

It was running into the fourth hour since she had kissed him good-bye and waved as she trotted up the road. He had expected her to be about half an hour. Surely they would only want to take brief notes at this first introduction.

They hoped to be able to form some opinion about the Ling-Tan Agency from this first visit perhaps, after all, it was a legitimate organization, perhaps Susan could not leave so easily without arousing their suspicion, and she was given some sort of audition.

Jack got back into the car. He smiled. Funny if after all it was a straight firm, and they were giving Susan some sort of an audition when all she wanted to find out was if they were the sort of firm that would stoop to procuring young lonely girls and women.

Jack Bowing might not have settled back quite so complacently in his car had he known the stage at which his pretty wife's 'audition' had reached.

-=*=-

After the first cigarette the Chinese man had invited her to join him in smoking what he described as a really pleasant dreamy leaf, and had taken her through into a small cubicle of a room at the back of his private office, that was furnished only with a sort of wooden bunk affair.

The moment the old Oriental settled down beside her on the mattressed bunk, and she began to inhale the long thin weed he had lit for her, she knew this was a much more potently strong reefer than the one she had forced herself to smoke in his office.

Susan inhaled deeply. She didn't know what else to do. She appreciated the fact that she was in a tight corner. She had already formed the opinion that this Agency might well be the lead that would give them a clue to Tina's where-abouts.

If the young girl had been brought to this little smoking den with the old man just like this, well... who was to know what was to follow.

Susan Bowing knew she would just have to wait and find out. By the time she had sucked less than half the long thin weed, she was experiencing a familiar sexual ache deep inside her body. With every drag of this sickly-sweet weed, she was literally feeling her- self relaxing and caring less and less about her worries.

She didn't feel like the same person, she was not anxious and worried about her missing sister any more...she was not in the least concerned about any- thing...or anybody...

She was happy, that mattered, and she was drifting on a high cloud. She was inhaling and puffing away blissfully and was hardly aware that the slit-eyed Oriental man with her had gently lifted her with his hands under her armpits and settled her further back towards the center of the bunk.

She was aware, however, that she was seated not on a flat mattress now, but on what could be a most un- comfortable length of wood or rubber that was shaped in a triangle, running lengthwise from the front of her body between her thighs and away behind her back. She found she derived a tremendous sensual pleasure

from rubbing herself on that quite sharp edge, she could press down and feel the edge biting up into her pussy-crevice, her panties preventing the apparatus from actually touching her flesh.

She knew Tse Ling was watching her, and yet she didn't seem care, as she continued to rub herself slowly and sensually on the length of the triangle.

When the sensation grew more intense between her thighs, she was forgot to inhale on the weed. By this time the little Oriental man was holding the mouthpiece of a slender long stemmed pipe to her lips. Susan in- haled from this new smoking affair, she felt her head and nostrils fill with the extra sickly-sweet pungent fumes.

The old Oriental man had his hands on her hips now and was coaxing her to bend forward slightly. She soon discovered why...as she bent forward she brought the edge of the triangular ridge against that part of her moist panties that covered her swelling clitoris. The sensual awakening in that tiny hardening bud could not be described...she had never experienced any sort of sexual feeling quite so accurately before.

The Oriental man had one arm around her shoulders and was inducing her to relax, leaning her against him. This she was more than willing to do, provided she could keep that pleasure-giving ridge between her thighs, and pressed tightly to her increasingly moist cunt. She made not the slightest protest when she felt his hand settle down over her breast.

Oh, how good it felt to have a hand gently massag- ing her breast through her clothing! In her three years of married life with Jack, she had been happy in all ways, never had she desired or looked for the attention of any other man, never had she wanted a another man to touch her! She liked to be admired, of course, all women desire that.

Now, in the space of a few minutes, everything seemed to have changed. She wanted this horrid looking squat Oriental man to embrace her, wanted him to fondle her breasts like this. She was relieved when at last his hand slipped inside her blouse, the eager clever fingers were insinuating themselves under the cup of her bra. Her large firm breast was snuggled into the yellowish palm of his hand, her erect scarlet nipple was trapped between his fingers as he cupped her breast gently needing. He agitated his palm and fingers until her nipple was grotesquely hard and stubby, she writhed more tightly down on that pleasure-giving ridge lying lengthwise under her. The tingling sensation she experienced there was the same as she got when she was in bed with Jack, and he had spent several long minutes arousing her, getting her ready for their fucking.

She tried to bring her thoughts back to reality. She had found out enough about this place to be more than suspicious of it. She should try to get away now, get back to her waiting husband in the car... things were getting out of hand here...she would have to make her stand now, or it might be too late!

As if sensing her sudden brief emotion of fear, or her intention to try and get away, Tse Ling dropped one hand to her waist, he slid his arm around her hips and forced her down harder, so that the ridge of the triangular shaft drove harder along her wet twat forc- ing her panties to form another lining for her vagina.

At the same moment he forced her to lean forward so that the ridge played on her clitoris again. This time her hypersensitive clitoris bud throbbed and grew in rapid response to the sensation of the ridge against its head.

Tse Ling smiled happily as he saw the young woman close her eyes, throw her head back, and surrender herself to the thrilling erotic pleasures that were coursing through her from.

When her belly began to jerk, when her hips began to roll slowly, when she began to gasp and writhe as if she were already in the the process of having inter- course, the wily sensual old Oriental knew that victory was his...as it was always. Once he got the female victim on this ridged mattress in this little opium den, he always got what he wanted.

He quickly had her blouse pulled up under her head, her bra was unhooked, and her beautifully full white breasts were joggled into view. His long yellow fingers rolled her nipples, he kneaded the white flesh of her lush breasts while she masturbated herself lewdly and with wild abandon on that rubber ridge on the mattress. Her drug-induced body could do nothing else.

-=*=-

Outside her husband still waited, not with so much patience now, but hoping that when Susan did appear she would have something worth while to report...

-=*=-

Through glazed eyes Susan Bowing saw the grinning Oriental man bring something into her line of vision, the like of which she had never seen before. It was like a fat banana on a curved wooden handle, but when it was held closer to her face she could see it was a beautifully shaped and carved imitation penis.

She watched spellbound as the little man carefully adjusted the bulbous head of the dummy prick between her gaping wet cunt-lips.

Grasping the wooden handle firmly, he thrust the perfect rubbery substitute-cock up into Susan's horny hole. His eyes searched her face to see just how much she was going to enjoy this perversion, he wanted to have some idea just how deep into degradation he might be able to pull this delightful white-skinned beauty.

Her expression thrilled him. Half-fear, half excitement, she lay waiting for him to thrust more rubber cock into her. The way her slippery dull pink cunt-lips clutched at the prick of rubber told him just how hungry she was for a man. He wouldn't waste such lust on an unfeeling rubber shaft...he would fuck this one himself!

When the old man stopped thrusting the fake-cock in and out of her, Susan tried to reach down and clasp the wooden handle. When she felt him withdrawing the head of the rubber prick from her cunt-entrance, she almost swooned with disappointment. Then her heartbeat quickened with eager anticipation when she heard him say, "I'm going to fuck you myself, my dear. That's what you want, isn't it?"

Before he had thrust that teasing, tantalizing rubber prick into her, she would have been able to fight the terrible urge to let him do what he liked to her. But now she was obsessed with the need to have some sort of release.

It was so silly, she told herself, and she had her husband to take care of her needs. Down in the car not so far away Jack would be waiting for her, why was she being so wickedly tempted into letting this horrid Oriental man do to her what only her husband should do, what she only wanted her husband to do.

Whatever resolve she was trying to build, whatever summoning up of will power she was attempting, instant- ly dissipated when she felt herself turned over and hot lips kissed and caressed her naked ass-cheeks. The Oriental man was giving her wicked little love bites all over her ass and now his fingers were pulling her cheeks well apart, and he was tracing that wet tongue of his all along her ass crevice. In some weird lust- inducing way he was tugging at her anus itself. He seemed to be stretching the tight ring by pulling the flesh nearby with his thumbs, and then the horrid little man was poking and pushing his finger at the tight entrance until it slid inside the muscles of the ring of flesh. She found she was pushing her pussy harder onto that raised ridge while the finger worked to and fro in her tight female rectum.

More out of idle curiosity than any preconceived plan, Tse Ling reached down the side of the sofa with his free hand to where she had put her handbag. He opened it and idly thumbed through the contents. All the while keeping his plaything gasping for breath as he continued to manipulate her closer and closer to losing control.

There were several photographs in her bag, he drew them out to look at them better...He froze, she felt his fingers withdraw from her bottom. She looked around and saw that he was looking at the photo of her missing sister Tina. The one she always carried in her bag.

The look on the Oriental man's face told her that this was the man who knew all about Tina's sudden disappearance...this was the track that could lead to her being found. She drew back in fear when she saw the look of extreme anger and cruelty in the fiendish eyes.

Tse Ling knew he had been deceived by this attrac- tive young woman. He did not like to be taken for a fool. He had to find out what this young woman was up to. It would be dangerous to let her find out too much about him and his Agency. He had to find out why she had this photo of a young girl whom he had recently sold to a foreign buyer for one of the exclusive brothels in the South of France.

He dug two fingers wickedly up into Susan's stretched and aching asshole. He was not intent on giving her any pleasure now...only pain. He worked his fingers into her to their knuckle.

"Who is this girl?" he snapped, holding the print in front of her face.

She did not answer at once, and then she screamed as his fingers began to open and twist deep inside her hot aching bottom.

"She's...she's my...sister," she gasped. "My husband and I are trying to find her."

"Your husband?" Tse Ling was on his guard even more. "You said he was he was abroad."

"He's...he's not. He's waiting for me in his car outside. Not far away..." she mumbled, hoping that the revelation that Jack was near would make this horrid cruel man ease up on her.

She thought she was clever, he was already taking his fingers out of her asshole. He was afraid, perhaps he would have to let her go now...but he was not letting her get up, instead he was clambering on her back....she felt not his fingers but his rigid prick at the entrance to her asshole.

"You bitch...you filthy white lying bitch," she heard him muttering. "I'll give you something you'll never forget, white bitch."

She suddenly felt the weight of the man's body along her back, a dull aching pressure being applied to her tight anus, she felt his hands fumbling between his body and her ass, she knew what he was going to do and knew with certainty that she could not do anything to stop this awful rape of her body.

For several seconds she felt him probing and shifting his position slightly on her raised backside and then when she sensed that he had gained the right line of direction, she tensed herself for the pain she knew was to follow.

Susan was surprised when instead of her asshole, she felt the old Oriental man jamb his cock deeply into her cunt from behind. He thrust away at her wet opening and quickly brought her drug induced body to the edge of orgasm.

On hands and knees the young wife trembled as she experienced her first opium laced orgasm, as the Oriental man thrust savagely, grunting each time he slammed to the hilt into his lush young victims drip- ping cunt.

Soon the old man was grunting and groaning as he released his spurting come deeply inside of the young wife he had drugged. As his final spasm finished he fell forward taking her supple young body down under him.

-=*=-

It was a pity, he told himself, that he could not afford to take the risk of keeping her with him and having a constant sweetly satisfying use of her lush body. He would have to get rid of her husband, and she would have to be sold in the same way that her sister had departed, only much more quickly.

Tse Ling did not want to keep this white piece of ass in his establishment a minute longer than was necessary. He was not sure if she and her husband had told anyone else of their suspicions of the Agency. One more indication that he was under any sort of suspicion and he would have to close up the Agency and start again under a new and different guise. If indeed he could get away with it this time, after his luck had held on so many occasions.

-=*=-

Jack Bowing was about to get out of the car and feed the parking meter yet again when a grinning slant- eyed man knocked on the car door.

"Please...you Mister Bo-wing...wait for wife, yes? You come with me please...wife want you...send me for you...come quickly...please."

The singsong voice was persuasive, not commanding. Jack knew that if Susan was sending for him something must be wrong. He quickly walked along, with the little Oriental at his side. He was suspicious and yet he had to go and find out what was happening. After all this waiting, he was pleased to have a chance to have some action.

He was not so pleased when, as soon as he stepped through the swing doors of the outer office of the Agency he was grabbed by two strong yellow-skinned little men who made up for their lack of stature by the clever way in which they applied crucial arm-holds on him.

With both arms held painfully to his back, he was escorted from the main office along a corridor towards the rear of the premises. For a brief moment they paused at the half open door of the room in which Tse Ling was, and found himself hypnotized into stupefied tautness at what he saw...

His lovely wife was on all fours like an animal, the beastly little hairy yellow-fleshed old man was on her back like a dog with a bitch. The thick penis was buried in Susan's cunt from behind, but what made Jake all the more horrified was the way in which his wife was urging on the fiendish Oriental who was clamped to her buttocks. She had reached under her open thighs and was cradling the long drooping ball-sac of the man in her palm.

From her contorting mouth came an obscene chant.

"Do it harder...fuck me harder...ohraaurghA... please...harder and dig it deeper into me...ooraaugH!"

Jack realized his wife must be drugged to be be- having like that, and yet, even so, to see one's loving and devoted wife pleading with a wretched disgusting old man to do it harder to her while his thick cock was frigging up her cunt, was enough to send any man out of his mind.

Tse Ling grabbed her hair and jerked her face upwards so that she was forced to look towards the door where her husband was being held by the two men. Tse Ling had his other hand round and under her loins, the long fingers frigging at her until she knew she would die if she was not given the sweet much-needed release of her orgasm - husband or no husband watching her, she had to get the gratification every fiber in her drugged body was screaming out for.

A demented Jack Bowing watched as his wife twisted and jerked as the evil Chinese man tried to screw her down on to those lust-provoking fingers that were frigging her towards either madness or her much needed orgasm. Susan was crying out the filthiest words Jack had ever heard a anyone use. She was being milked of her cunt-juice and at the same time the jerking prick of the man was sending its hot wet scum deep into her belly.

Tse Ling looked up in amazement. Just behind the lithe Orientals who were holding the heaving, sobbing Jack Bowing were two of the largest London policemen he had ever seen.

Lost for words for once, Tse Ling rose up, detach- ing himself gradually from Susan who screamed the foulest abuse at him, at them and at everybody else... She lay there limp and exhausted, while the Chinese men released her husband who ran over to try to assist her, at least to clean her up, or to bring her round to some state of normality.

The policemen, taking in the situation, were quick to arrest Tse Ling. They telephoned for reinforcements and took away all the employees of the Ling-Tan Agency. Speedily seeing the chances of promotion in their alacrity at unmasking one of the wiliest brothel supply rackets in the country, long sought by the English and Continental police, the larger of the policemen care- fully tore up the piece of paper he had in his pocket.

It would never do if anyone knew that their suspicions had not been aroused by anything Tse Ling had done. They had followed Jack Bowing into the building to present him with a ticket for having fed the meter five times and being still parked in the same position!

Epilogue

It was too late for Tina, or for Julie for that matter. They had disappeared and No one at the Ling- Tan Agency was going to admit anything. Let us hope that their lives wont be to burdensome, and that they will derive some enjoyment in their situation.

-=THE END=- Next