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Miranda is a typical young English girl, just out of school and wondering what to do with her life. And then she meets Mr. Chan, a tall, handsome, rugged client of her father's who draws her admiring gaze. Allowing herself to be dominated by the sophisticated older man seems kinky and wild and thrilling, at first. But then she finds herself being driven to the airport, bound and naked, as Chan informs her she has been given away by her father to pay his overdue debt. Flown to China, she is mortified to be exhibited nude, like a prize pet, before Chan's friends and clients, to be used for their lewd pleasure.

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AN ENGLISH GIRL IN CHINA by Argus
(The actual book is correctly paragraphed)

C h a p t e r O n e

"Daddy? Is it all right if I... oh. Excuse me."
Miranda blinked in surprise at the two strange men in her father`s study. "I didn`t know you had company."
The men were Asian. One was quite stocky, with enormous arms and practically no neck. He looked like a bull, with dark, beady, suspicious eyes. But the other... The other was tall and broad shouldered, wearing a magnificently tailored suit that fit well across his powerful chest. He was exquisitely handsome, with high cheekbones, and piercing brown eyes.
"Never mind, Miranda," her father said hurriedly. "I`ll see you later."
"Ahh, but Stephen, you surely must introduce me to this lovely young lady," one of the men said, turning and smiling warmly at her.
Miranda had an odd feeling as she met his eyes. There was a raw, masculine strength in them she had never sensed in the callow youths who had vied for her attentions thus far in her life. He was a much older man, of course, almost as old as her father, but ruggedly handsome and with a strange, raw sexuality which immediately sparked a response deep within her.
"Ahh well, this is my daughter, Miranda," her father said reluctantly. "This is Mr. Chan, a uh, business associate."
Miranda blinked her wide green eyes at the name. She had overheard bits and snatches of conversation over the past few weeks with that name, and knew her father was terribly worried about something.
"I am most delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Foster," Chan said with a white-toothed smile.
She blinked in surprise again, then blushed as he seized her hand in a grip that was silken, yet with iron beneath, bowed, and brushed his soft lips across her hand above the knuckles.
He raised his eyes and again she caught that hot, raw fire of male hunger. It made her shiver, but drew out a response that was partly pride, partly excitement, and partly coy delight.
She straightened as he let her hand go, thrusting her full young breasts out against the pale green rugby shirt she wore. Her eyes caught and held his for a moment, then gave way with a show of demure self possession.
"Mr. Chan and I have work to do, Miranda," her father said.
"For such a lovely interruption, all men must make time," Chan said, not turning.
His eyes travelled slowly down over her body, then back up, and Miranda felt breathless.
"I... must be off," she said with a hesitant smile.
She backed up slightly, then turned, hardly noting her father as she slipped out through the study door.
She closed her eyes just outside, putting her hand to her chest to feel her pounding heart and shaking her head in wonderment. She had no idea why she`d found Mr. Chan so incredibly attractive. No man had affected her like that before.
She returned to her room and looked down at her clothes, wrinkling her nose in distaste. She wished she had been wearing something more ladylike, something better than jeans and a rugby jersey.
She went to her wardrobe and opened it, examining some of her things, absently chewing her lower lip despite the best efforts of a series of teachers. She didn`t look bad in the jersey, really. It`s deep green set off both her eyes and her long, thick coppery red hair.
But she would have preferred something sexier, perhaps a short skirt, for she was nearly six feet tall and had gorgeous long legs.
She pulled up the shirt, then reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, tugging the zip down and then shoving them down and off. She stepped out of them, wearing only her thin bikini panties, and turned to the wardrobe.
The sound of slamming car doors drew her eyes to the window, and she hurried to look outside. She saw her father getting into a dark black American car, the bull-like man who had been in the den with him going around to the front and climbing in the drivers seat. She felt disappointed she had missed the sight of Mr. Chan as she watched the car pull out onto the road.
With a sigh, she let the curtain fall back and returned to her wardrobe. A knock at the door drew her head around with a frown, for aside from her father only the Annie the maid lived with them and it was her day off.
"Yes?" she said instinctively.
The door opened, and her heart skipped a beat as Mr. Chan stood in the frame, smiling handsomely.
She was instantly aware of her bare legs, and glanced quickly down, as if to assure herself the jersey was quite long enough. It fell about her thighs, barely covering the crotch of her bikini panties.
"M-Mr. Chan?" she gulped.
"May I... enter?"
She stared at him, her stomach suddenly full of butterflies.
"My father and..."
"Your father and my... aide, Samto are going to the bank to make some brief arrangements to cover a shortfall of his. I had to make a phone call so I stayed behind but... alas, the person I wished to call is not at home."
He stepped forward, looking around the room curiously. Miranda followed his gaze, then blushed scarlet as she saw his eyes light on a lacy purple thong discarded beside her bed.
"Your father says you have delayed your entry to university," he said, turning his eyes on her again.
"I-I ah, yes," she said breathlessly.
He stepped closer, and she held her ground only with effort, feeling the butterflies thickth hands and was raising it, lifting it slowly, as though raising a curtain.
She couldn`t breathe as she was frozen by indecision. Then he was lifting it up about her chest, and she weakly raised her arms to let him slip it off.
"Lovely," he whispered, his voice like silk.
His hand moved up behind her head, catching at her thick red hair and then pulling back slowly. She gasped, trembling, drawing back her head to push out her chest. Without pause, his hand released her hair, sliding down her spine, leaving a trial of fire as, withbsp; He stopped in front of her again, and raised his hand. His finger slid slowly along her forehead, brushing back her thick bangs, and she felt her legs go weak. Her lips were moist and parted as she blinked her eyes up at him.
"That is a lovely perfume," he whispered, leaning in, his lips brushing along her neck.
"I-I don`t... don`t..."
His chest pushed ever so briefly against her breasts, and she realized as the crackle of sexual electricity connected them, that her nipples were almost painfully erect.
His head drew back, his finger sliding along the nape of her neck, then down her shoulder, down along her side to her hip. Suddenly he had the hem of the jersey in both hands and was raising it, lifting it slowly, as though raising a curtain.
She couldn`t breathe as she was frozen by indecision. Then he was lifting it up about her chest, and she weakly raised her arms to let him slip it off.
"Lovely," he whispered, his voice like silk.
His hand moved up behind her head, catching at her thick red hair and then pulling back slowly. She gasped, trembling, drawing back her head to push out her chest. Without pause, his hand released her hair, sliding down her spine, leaving a trial of fire as, with the deft flick of his wrist, her bra parted.
She raised her arms instinctively, but he shook his head, sliding the bra off, taking her wrists and lifting them up behind her head. He joined them together, her two slender wrists held easily in one of his large, powerful hands, then tugged down, again forcing her to arch her back.
Her breasts were so taut, so swollen they were throbbing, the nipples tingling with the slight hint of breeze coming from the window.
His hand pressed flat against her chest between them, eased down her torso and caught lightly at her panties, then with a sharp jerk he tore them off her. Her hips lurched forward for a moment, and she let out a low cry of alarm and excitement, then stood still, trembling in his grip, exposed to his eyes.
"Do you want me, Miranda?" he whispered, his lips brushing her ear.
"I-I ca... can`t..."
"Yes or no?"
"I-I...y-yes," she whispered, shocked at herself.
He released her wrists and stepped back, eyes hot and hungry.
"Walk for me."
She stared at him in surprise, face red. "Wh-what?"
"Walk. Show me how you walk."
"I don`t..."
"Walk," he snapped, his voice making her flinch.
She looked down nervously, then walked forward, slowly at first, then more easily. She blushed as he watched her, walking to the door, then back again, turning, her breasts jiggling softly.
"What size bra do you use?" he asked.
Again she was surprised, but it was all a hot, steamy, incredible sexual thrill, and her embarrasment was giving way to her arousal.
"Thirty-Six-D cup," she said.
"Very nice. They look lovely. Has anyone ever told you you have lovely breasts?"
She shook her head dumbly.
"Chinese girls very seldom have such large breasts. Nor are they so tall as you."
She swallowed and felt butterflies in her throat.
"Bend over," he said calmly.
"What?"
"Bend," he ordered, his voice taking on that sharpness again.
She bent over as he moved behind her, feeling embarassed anew. She was degrading herself before this stranger, and yet - and yet it was so hot, so incredibly hot. And she was young, and beautiful, and feeling the heat of an erotic adventure.
"Oh!"
His hand slipped between her thighs and he cupped her mons gently, then let a finger trail up between the lips of her sex, sawing lightly back and forth. She was sopping, and the touch of his finger made her grind her hips helplessly. She felt alarmed at her own heat, for she could not remember ever being so aroused.
"Get down on your hands and knees," he ordered sharply.
She obeyed instantly, feeling his eyes boring into her.
"Now... crawl."
She took a deep breath, then obeyed, crawling slowly across the floor, crawling to the door under his gaze, feeling her breasts swing below her as she moved.
She turned at the door, crawling back to kneel at his feet.
"This is the true position of the female," he said, walking slowly around her as she knelt on all fours. "At the feet of the male, prepared to be mounted."
He moved before her again, looking down with profound arrogance and self confidence.
"Sit back on your heels."
Again she did not question. The thrill surrounded her like a hot, steaming cloud. All the cheap fumblings, gropings and gruntings with assorted boyfriends now seemed like so much cheap, childish games.
She watched him pluck her robe from where it lay on the bed, then slide the long silk belt from its loops. He walked over to her, holding the thin silk belt, and crouched behind her.
"Cross your wrists behind your back."
The words hit her chest like a hammer, but her arms went back behind her and she crossed her wrists obediently. This can`t be happening, she thought dazedly.
She felt the belt wrap around one wrist, then cinch tight as he knotted it. It circled her other wrist, then back again, back and forth until he tied it off and her wrists were immoveably locked together.
She pulled experimentally, then her head swept up and around as he stepped in front of her. He reached for his fly, slowly unzipping his trousers. He reached in, and she watched helplessly as his erection came forth, thick and dark, hair springing up around it as he pulled it through the opening.
His left hand reached for her hair, pulling her up off her heels, then he rubbed his swollen cockhead across her forehead, cheeks, then lips.
He thrust it into her without warning, and her soft lips enveloped it, her tongue rising as the tip pushed up against the roof of her mouth. She started to suck, her cheeks pulling in, anad her tongue licked eagerly as she sought to bob her lips down its length.
Yet his grip tightened in her hair, holding her in place. She could not move as he began to pump himself in her mouth, using her. She sucked as best she could, feeling the heat lapping up her body from between her thighs.
"You are a whore," he said.
For a moment she felt stricken, but something in his voice, something in his expression weakened the effect, turning it in another direction. It wasn`t an insult - exactly, but a compliment.
"English slut," he growled, pumping his cock harder, deeper.
She gagged a few times, trying to twist her head as he pushed too deep. Then he yanked it back, rubbing the spit wet head across her cheeks.
"Are you a whore, English girl?" he breathed.
"Y-Yes," she croaked.
"Say it!"
"I-I`m a...a whore!"
"A weak little creature of sex and lust."
"Yes!" she groaned. "Please! Please!"
She wanted him inside her, needed him deep inside her. She had never felt so empty, so vacant down there. She had never needed a man inside her like she did now.
He let her go, and pointed at the floor.
"Bend over. Show me what you want."
She groaned and lurched forward, dropping onto her shoulderes, her breasts aching as they made contact with the floor. She raised her buttocks, spreading her knees apart, feeling her slick pubic lips part ever so slightly as she opened herself to him, feeling the heat of her body oozing forth.
"Do you want it, English girl?"
"Yes!"
"Yes, master."
Her eyes widened, then closed. She shuddered.
"Yes... master!" she breathed.
"Whore," he said with a thin smile. ďThis whorish behaviour of yours is unacceptable, girl. Your people would think poorly of you behaving so, especially to a heathen Chinese."
"I-I don`t care," she whispered.
"They would punish you, would they not?"
"I-I, yes," she gulped.
"And the way they punish their young here? Is it not directed against the soft flesh of your buttocks?"
He drew his belt out of the loops, doubling it in his fist, then slapped it down lightly against her upraised buttocks.
"Are you a wicked girl?" he demanded.
"Yes! Oh yes!" she whimpered.
"Say it!"
"I`m a wicked, wicked girl!"
The belt came down again, harder, making a light slap that stung ever so slightly.
"Filthy woman," he growled.
"Iím a bad giiiirl," she moaned, her head pulsing with sexual need, with wildfire lust and hunger.
Again the belt descended, and she yelped slightly as it stung her pale white skin.
"Do you need to be punished?"
This is mad. I`m mad! What am I doing here? What would my friends think?
She shuddered and moaned. "Yes, master!"
The sound of her words made her insides squirm with excitement.
The belt lashed down once more, and she cried out at the sharp ache. Again it descended, then again, each blow making her yelp, raising the heat in her flesh. Her breasts ground forward against the floor as she reacted to the blows, and her pussy throbbed in need.
"Wicked girl," he growled.
CRACK!
"Filthy girl!"
CRACK!
"Owww!" The blows were really hurting now, her buttocks stinging, turning red. Her wrists pulled fitfully against the silk binding them together, yet she made no effort to turn away, to close her thighs and hide her vulnerable sex. She was caught up in the wildness of something she could not control.
CRACK!
"Please!" she sobbed.
CRACK!
"Please!" she cried.
"Please what, girl?"
"Please I... it... it hurts."
"That is how wicked little girls are punished in this land."
CRACK!
"OWww!"
It was insane! Yet she felt an odd thrilling excitement with the blows. It was growing more powerful, the sexual heat, and the warmth of her already throbbing backside filtering the blows.
Tears filled her eyes, and cried out as the blows lashed down again and again. Her behind felt on fire, and the pain cut at her mind. Yet there was something so... so right about it, so wonderful and natural. Each new blow sent a shudder of shocked warmth through her loins, and she realized with a start that she was on the verge of climax.
The belt descended once more, slashing across the taut cheeks of her behind, lower now, making her cry out as the edge glanced across the softer outline of her sex. She was breathing in harsh, ragged breaths, eyes closed, legs spread wide apart and behind elevated as high as she dared.
The next blow landed directly across her weeping sex and she screamed, her knees bouncing and jerking on the floor as acid filled her stomach and fire burned her mind. It hurt, oh how it hurt! It hurt worse than anything!
And it felt so wonderful!
Another blow blasted agony through her mind, the belt striking her vulnerable sex with a sharp, wet sound that was echoed by her sobbing. Another landed, and another, and she came with a wanton grinding of her hips, screaming aloud as she never had in her life, thrusting her pelvis back to meet the next blow as her insides burned and her nervous system overloaded.
Never had she felt such ecstasy, such raw, wild sexual joy as she did now, with her throbbing, aching pussy spurting fire into her veins.
Her legs slid aside, her rubbery legs dropping her to the floor to spasm and jerk, her body writhing in the throes of orgiastic agony. Her mind fluttered helplessly, battered like a leaf in a high wind, and for long, long seconds she was unaware of anything behind the storm within her body.
Then consciousness returned, first with the feel of hard fingers gripping her jaw and cheeks, lifting her head up and forward. She saw, but barely noted the rounded helmet head of his cock as it pushed into her mouth, then had barely an instant of wonder before it thrust through her open maw and straight down her throat.
She was too weak to resist, her body exhausted and drained from the energy the climax had torn from it. Chan held her small head in his large powerful hands, held it straight up and back as he sent his thick cock sliding through her lips and into her throat.
She gagged for only a second, her eyes bulging as she shuddered. Then her body seemed to accept this invasion, and her moist lips slid down along the straining shaft until they were pressed tightly against his pubic bone, her nose squeezed in against his abdomen.
She heard him speak as though from a great distance, but could not make out the words. His cock was thick inside her throat, uncomfortable. Yet there was no pain. He drew it back slowly, and her eyes crossed somewhat as she stared at the glistening length of male flesh appearing from out of her mouth.
Inch after inch came free, until that part of her mind which had reassembled itself felt amazed. She was not very experienced a girl for her time and society, yet she had seen male organs aplenty. Most had been in pictures or on video, but a number had been in the flesh, so to speak. None had seemed as long as this, nor as, for want of a more suitable word, powerful.
She gagged as the head came free of her mouth, and gulped in air as he rubbed the thing across her face.
"I am quite certain I can find a use for you, my young English girl, which will fulfill all your desires for travel and adventure," he said.
She had no time to ponder those words before he was pushing forward again. She knew a moment of panic, seeing the length of his powerful cock and knowing she could not possibly take it into her.
Yet she had, she realized, and the panic fled before wonder and a wicked desire as his soft, rounded head pushed into her throat once more.
Again it slid straight down her gullet, and this time she was more of a mind to feel it, to analyse the sensations and be amazed at the achievement.
She had heard of girls being able to swallow a man`s entire penis, of course, and once, years ago, had even experimented on a banana in hopes of accomplishing such a deed herself. She had failed miserably - until now.
He buried his soft lance inside her, and again her face was pressed up firmly against his abdomen as his fingers pressed tightly against her head. He held her but a moment, however, before drawing back.
This time, though, he did not pull free. Instead he thrust forward once more before again drawing back. He began to pump himself inside her throat and mouth, using her faster and faster. It was harsh, cold and brutal, and her throat ached from its unaccustomed and quite unnatural violationg.
She had never heard of a girl having her throat violated before. But as she lay there, her weight heavy on her plump breasts, her hands becoming numb below the tight bindings around her wrists, she realized that this indeed was what he was doing.
She tried to think logically. She had denied him nothing, after all, and even cooperated. She had as much as begged him to use her, and degraded herself before him.
Yet she decided that what he was doing was abusive.
This did not dismay her. On the contrary, she felt a hot rush of excitement at the thought. She had often had fantasies of being abused, of being a bound harem girl or a pirate`s prisoner. The darkly handsome and wild Mr. Chan was almost a thing out of her dreams.
And what he was doing was physically quite uncomfortable. She wriggled helplessly, unable to breath, her own saliva slipping down over her lower lip as he pumped the long length of his cock back and forth inside her throat.
Her nose began to ache, as well, as he continued to sheath his cock within her and crush her face against his body. She whimpered weakly, despite the excitement, unable even to protest due to the thickness of the cock filling her mouth.
Then with a grunt he buried the long length of it inside her and held her face pressed against him. She fancied she could feel his juices streaming down her throat and dropping into her stomach like hot lava as his cock began to soften.
He drew back with a soft sigh, and his grip loosened around her head. He let her head fall slowly and she lay there, chest heaving, gasping for breath as he gripped a thick wad of her hair and used it to clean her saliva off his cock.
He stood up then and she heard his pants zip.
"Get up, girl" he ordered.
She lay still, too weary, too worn.
He reached down and gripped her arm, half lifting her before her flailing legs were able to support and help raise her. She blinked her large green eyes up at him.
"I`ve decided to hire you as my... assistant," Chan said. "I`m leaving this country, as it happens, and returning to Singapore. Afterwards I travel to China. You will come with me."
She blinked her eyes in confusion.
"I have already arranged this with your father," he said at the moment she thought of it herself. "He thinks it would be an excellent opportunity for you to get experience in business."
"But Mr..."
He bent and scooped up her panties, then without a word shoved them into her mouth, holding her tightly as he forced the last bit through her startled lips.
"I do not need your mouth for anything just now," he said cooly. "And do not wish to hear female babbling."
A stocking was quickly wrapped around her head, and she moaned as it pulled in tightly between her lips, wedging the panties in harder. He tied it behind her, then, holding her by the arm, led her to her door and out into the hall.
She was still breathing hard, still trying to get her mind working again, as he led her down the stairs and out to the front door.
Then the cool concrete of the front porch was against her bare feet, and the big black American car was pulling up before her. She felt a moment of panic at the thought of her father seeing her this way, then another moment of panic at the thought of him not arriving to put a stop to Mr. Chan`s obvious intent to take her away.
The big man, Samto got out of the car and came around to open the rear door. His eyes feasted on her, and she blushed and dropped her eyes.
"Miranda will be going with us," he said.
"Of course, Master Chan," Samto said.
"I trust her father has been dealt with?"
"Yes, Master Chan. I left him to walk the last few miles and reminded him that he had only two weeks to come up with the balance of the payment."
Chan pushed Miranda to the car, then bent her head. She eased in reluctantly, feeling the leather against her naked backside as she sat back.
He entered behind her, and smiled, patting her thigh as the door was slammed. Samto hurried around the car and got in the front, then the car accelerated smoothly forward.
The drive was bizarre, to say the least. They drove into London and through busy streets. Cars passed them on either side, and pedestrians walked by on the pavement. Yet none could see through the darkly tinted glass to the naked, bound, girl.


Excerpt..

AN ENGLISH GIRL IN CHINA by Argus

(The actual book is correctly paragraphed)



C h a p t e r O n e



"Daddy? Is it all right if I... oh. Excuse me."

Miranda blinked in surprise at the two strange men in her father`s study. "I didn`t know you had company."

The men were Asian. One was quite stocky, with enormous arms and practically no neck. He looked like a bull, with dark, beady,
suspicious eyes. But the other... The other was tall and broad shouldered, wearing a magnificently tailored suit that fit well across his
powerful chest. He was exquisitely handsome, with high cheekbones, and piercing brown eyes.

"Never mind, Miranda," her father said hurriedly. "I`ll see you later."

"Ahh, but Stephen, you surely must introduce me to this lovely young lady," one of the men said, turning and smiling warmly at
her.

Miranda had an odd feeling as she met his eyes. There was a raw, masculine strength in them she had never sensed in the callow
youths who had vied for her attentions thus far in her life. He was a much older man, of course, almost as old as her father, but ruggedly
handsome and with a strange, raw sexuality which immediately sparked a response deep within her.

"Ahh well, this is my daughter, Miranda," her father said reluctantly. "This is Mr. Chan, a uh, business associate."

Miranda blinked her wide green eyes at the name. She had overheard bits and snatches of conversation over the past few weeks with
that name, and knew her father was terribly worried about something.

"I am most delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Foster," Chan said with a white-toothed smile.

She blinked in surprise again, then blushed as he seized her hand in a grip that was silken, yet with iron beneath, bowed, and
brushed his soft lips across her hand above the knuckles.

He raised his eyes and again she caught that hot, raw fire of male hunger. It made her shiver, but drew out a response that was
partly pride, partly excitement, and partly coy delight.

She straightened as he let her hand go, thrusting her full young breasts out against the pale green rugby shirt she wore. Her eyes
caught and held his for a moment, then gave way with a show of demure self possession.

"Mr. Chan and I have work to do, Miranda," her father said.

"For such a lovely interruption, all men must make time," Chan said, not turning.

His eyes travelled slowly down over her body, then back up, and Miranda felt breathless.

"I... must be off," she said with a hesitant smile.

She backed up slightly, then turned, hardly noting her father as she slipped out through the study door.

She closed her eyes just outside, putting her hand to her chest to feel her pounding heart and shaking her head in wonderment. She
had no idea why she`d found Mr. Chan so incredibly attractive. No man had affected her like that before.

She returned to her room and looked down at her clothes, wrinkling her nose in distaste. She wished she had been wearing something
more ladylike, something better than jeans and a rugby jersey.

She went to her wardrobe and opened it, examining some of her things, absently chewing her lower lip despite the best efforts of a
series of teachers. She didn`t look bad in the jersey, really. It`s deep green set off both her eyes and her long, thick coppery red
hair.

But she would have preferred something sexier, perhaps a short skirt, for she was nearly six feet tall and had gorgeous long
legs.

She pulled up the shirt, then reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, tugging the zip down and then shoving them down and off. She
stepped out of them, wearing only her thin bikini panties, and turned to the wardrobe.

The sound of slamming car doors drew her eyes to the window, and she hurried to look outside. She saw her father getting into a
dark black American car, the bull-like man who had been in the den with him going around to the front and climbing in the drivers seat. She
felt disappointed she had missed the sight of Mr. Chan as she watched the car pull out onto the road.

With a sigh, she let the curtain fall back and returned to her wardrobe. A knock at the door drew her head around with a frown,
for aside from her father only the Annie the maid lived with them and it was her day off.

"Yes?" she said instinctively.

The door opened, and her heart skipped a beat as Mr. Chan stood in the frame, smiling handsomely.

She was instantly aware of her bare legs, and glanced quickly down, as if to assure herself the jersey was quite long enough. It
fell about her thighs, barely covering the crotch of her bikini panties.

"M-Mr. Chan?" she gulped.

"May I... enter?"

She stared at him, her stomach suddenly full of butterflies.

"My father and..."

"Your father and my... aide, Samto are going to the bank to make some brief arrangements to cover a shortfall of his. I had to
make a phone call so I stayed behind but... alas, the person I wished to call is not at home."

He stepped forward, looking around the room curiously. Miranda followed his gaze, then blushed scarlet as she saw his eyes light
on a lacy purple thong discarded beside her bed.

"Your father says you have delayed your entry to university," he said, turning his eyes on her again.

"I-I ah, yes," she said breathlessly.

He stepped closer, and she held her ground only with effort, feeling the butterflies thickth hands and was raising it, lifting it
slowly, as though raising a curtain.

She couldn`t breathe as she was frozen by indecision. Then he was lifting it up about her chest, and she weakly raised her arms to
let him slip it off.

"Lovely," he whispered, his voice like silk.

His hand moved up behind her head, catching at her thick red hair and then pulling back slowly. She gasped, trembling, drawing
back her head to push out her chest. Without pause, his hand released her hair, sliding down her spine, leaving a trial of fire as, withbsp;
He stopped in front of her again, and raised his hand. His finger slid slowly along her forehead, brushing back her thick bangs, and
she felt her legs go weak. Her lips were moist and parted as she blinked her eyes up at him.

"That is a lovely perfume," he whispered, leaning in, his lips brushing along her neck.

"I-I don`t... don`t..."

His chest pushed ever so briefly against her breasts, and she realized as the crackle of sexual electricity connected them, that
her nipples were almost painfully erect.

His head drew back, his finger sliding along the nape of her neck, then down her shoulder, down along her side to her hip.
Suddenly he had the hem of the jersey in both hands and was raising it, lifting it slowly, as though raising a curtain.

She couldn`t breathe as she was frozen by indecision. Then he was lifting it up about her chest, and she weakly raised her arms to
let him slip it off.

"Lovely," he whispered, his voice like silk.

His hand moved up behind her head, catching at her thick red hair and then pulling back slowly. She gasped, trembling, drawing
back her head to push out her chest. Without pause, his hand released her hair, sliding down her spine, leaving a trial of fire as, with the
deft flick of his wrist, her bra parted.

She raised her arms instinctively, but he shook his head, sliding the bra off, taking her wrists and lifting them up behind her
head. He joined them together, her two slender wrists held easily in one of his large, powerful hands, then tugged down, again forcing her
to arch her back.

Her breasts were so taut, so swollen they were throbbing, the nipples tingling with the slight hint of breeze coming from the
window.

His hand pressed flat against her chest between them, eased down her torso and caught lightly at her panties, then with a sharp
jerk he tore them off her. Her hips lurched forward for a moment, and she let out a low cry of alarm and excitement, then stood still,
trembling in his grip, exposed to his eyes.

"Do you want me, Miranda?" he whispered, his lips brushing her ear.

"I-I ca... can`t..."

"Yes or no?"

"I-I...y-yes," she whispered, shocked at herself.

He released her wrists and stepped back, eyes hot and hungry.

"Walk for me."

She stared at him in surprise, face red. "Wh-what?"

"Walk. Show me how you walk."

"I don`t..."

"Walk," he snapped, his voice making her flinch.

She looked down nervously, then walked forward, slowly at first, then more easily. She blushed as he watched her, walking to the
door, then back again, turning, her breasts jiggling softly.

"What size bra do you use?" he asked.

Again she was surprised, but it was all a hot, steamy, incredible sexual thrill, and her embarrasment was giving way to her
arousal.

"Thirty-Six-D cup," she said.

"Very nice. They look lovely. Has anyone ever told you you have lovely breasts?"

She shook her head dumbly.

"Chinese girls very seldom have such large breasts. Nor are they so tall as you."

She swallowed and felt butterflies in her throat.

"Bend over," he said calmly.

"What?"

"Bend," he ordered, his voice taking on that sharpness again.

She bent over as he moved behind her, feeling embarassed anew. She was degrading herself before this stranger, and yet - and yet
it was so hot, so incredibly hot. And she was young, and beautiful, and feeling the heat of an erotic adventure.

"Oh!"

His hand slipped between her thighs and he cupped her mons gently, then let a finger trail up between the lips of her sex, sawing
lightly back and forth. She was sopping, and the touch of his finger made her grind her hips helplessly. She felt alarmed at her own heat,
for she could not remember ever being so aroused.

"Get down on your hands and knees," he ordered sharply.

She obeyed instantly, feeling his eyes boring into her.

"Now... crawl."

She took a deep breath, then obeyed, crawling slowly across the floor, crawling to the door under his gaze, feeling her breasts
swing below her as she moved.

She turned at the door, crawling back to kneel at his feet.

"This is the true position of the female," he said, walking slowly around her as she knelt on all fours. "At the feet of the male,
prepared to be mounted."

He moved before her again, looking down with profound arrogance and self confidence.

"Sit back on your heels."

Again she did not question. The thrill surrounded her like a hot, steaming cloud. All the cheap fumblings, gropings and gruntings
with assorted boyfriends now seemed like so much cheap, childish games.

She watched him pluck her robe from where it lay on the bed, then slide the long silk belt from its loops. He walked over to her,
holding the thin silk belt, and crouched behind her.

"Cross your wrists behind your back."

The words hit her chest like a hammer, but her arms went back behind her and she crossed her wrists obediently. This can`t be
happening, she thought dazedly.

She felt the belt wrap around one wrist, then cinch tight as he knotted it. It circled her other wrist, then back again, back and
forth until he tied it off and her wrists were immoveably locked together.

She pulled experimentally, then her head swept up and around as he stepped in front of her. He reached for his fly, slowly
unzipping his trousers. He reached in, and she watched helplessly as his erection came forth, thick and dark, hair springing up around it as
he pulled it through the opening.

His left hand reached for her hair, pulling her up off her heels, then he rubbed his swollen cockhead across her forehead, cheeks,
then lips.

He thrust it into her without warning, and her soft lips enveloped it, her tongue rising as the tip pushed up against the roof of
her mouth. She started to suck, her cheeks pulling in, anad her tongue licked eagerly as she sought to bob her lips down its length.

Yet his grip tightened in her hair, holding her in place. She could not move as he began to pump himself in her mouth, using her.
She sucked as best she could, feeling the heat lapping up her body from between her thighs.

"You are a whore," he said.

For a moment she felt stricken, but something in his voice, something in his expression weakened the effect, turning it in another
direction. It wasn`t an insult - exactly, but a compliment.

"English slut," he growled, pumping his cock harder, deeper.

She gagged a few times, trying to twist her head as he pushed too deep. Then he yanked it back, rubbing the spit wet head across
her cheeks.

"Are you a whore, English girl?" he breathed.

"Y-Yes," she croaked.

"Say it!"

"I-I`m a...a whore!"

"A weak little creature of sex and lust."

"Yes!" she groaned. "Please! Please!"

She wanted him inside her, needed him deep inside her. She had never felt so empty, so vacant down there. She had never needed a
man inside her like she did now.

He let her go, and pointed at the floor.

"Bend over. Show me what you want."

She groaned and lurched forward, dropping onto her shoulderes, her breasts aching as they made contact with the floor. She raised
her buttocks, spreading her knees apart, feeling her slick pubic lips part ever so slightly as she opened herself to him, feeling the heat
of her body oozing forth.

"Do you want it, English girl?"

"Yes!"

"Yes, master."

Her eyes widened, then closed. She shuddered.

"Yes... master!" she breathed.

"Whore," he said with a thin smile. ďThis whorish behaviour of yours is unacceptable, girl. Your people would think poorly of you
behaving so, especially to a heathen Chinese."

"I-I don`t care," she whispered.

"They would punish you, would they not?"

"I-I, yes," she gulped.

"And the way they punish their young here? Is it not directed against the soft flesh of your buttocks?"

He drew his belt out of the loops, doubling it in his fist, then slapped it down lightly against her upraised buttocks.

"Are you a wicked girl?" he demanded.

"Yes! Oh yes!" she whimpered.

"Say it!"

"I`m a wicked, wicked girl!"

The belt came down again, harder, making a light slap that stung ever so slightly.

"Filthy woman," he growled.

"Iím a bad giiiirl," she moaned, her head pulsing with sexual need, with wildfire lust and hunger.

Again the belt descended, and she yelped slightly as it stung her pale white skin.

"Do you need to be punished?"

This is mad. I`m mad! What am I doing here? What would my friends think?

She shuddered and moaned. "Yes, master!"

The sound of her words made her insides squirm with excitement.

The belt lashed down once more, and she cried out at the sharp ache. Again it descended, then again, each blow making her yelp,
raising the heat in her flesh. Her breasts ground forward against the floor as she reacted to the blows, and her pussy throbbed in need. />
"Wicked girl," he growled.

CRACK!

"Filthy girl!"

CRACK!

"Owww!" The blows were really hurting now, her buttocks stinging, turning red. Her wrists pulled fitfully against the silk binding
them together, yet she made no effort to turn away, to close her thighs and hide her vulnerable sex. She was caught up in the wildness of
something she could not control.

CRACK!

"Please!" she sobbed.

CRACK!

"Please!" she cried.

"Please what, girl?"

"Please I... it... it hurts."

"That is how wicked little girls are punished in this land."

CRACK!

"OWww!"

It was insane! Yet she felt an odd thrilling excitement with the blows. It was growing more powerful, the sexual heat, and the
warmth of her already throbbing backside filtering the blows.

Tears filled her eyes, and cried out as the blows lashed down again and again. Her behind felt on fire, and the pain cut at her
mind. Yet there was something so... so right about it, so wonderful and natural. Each new blow sent a shudder of shocked warmth through her
loins, and she realized with a start that she was on the verge of climax.

The belt descended once more, slashing across the taut cheeks of her behind, lower now, making her cry out as the edge glanced
across the softer outline of her sex. She was breathing in harsh, ragged breaths, eyes closed, legs spread wide apart and behind elevated as
high as she dared.

The next blow landed directly across her weeping sex and she screamed, her knees bouncing and jerking on the floor as acid filled
her stomach and fire burned her mind. It hurt, oh how it hurt! It hurt worse than anything!

And it felt so wonderful!

Another blow blasted agony through her mind, the belt striking her vulnerable sex with a sharp, wet sound that was echoed by her
sobbing. Another landed, and another, and she came with a wanton grinding of her hips, screaming aloud as she never had in her life,
thrusting her pelvis back to meet the next blow as her insides burned and her nervous system overloaded.

Never had she felt such ecstasy, such raw, wild sexual joy as she did now, with her throbbing, aching pussy spurting fire into her
veins.

Her legs slid aside, her rubbery legs dropping her to the floor to spasm and jerk, her body writhing in the throes of orgiastic
agony. Her mind fluttered helplessly, battered like a leaf in a high wind, and for long, long seconds she was unaware of anything behind the
storm within her body.

Then consciousness returned, first with the feel of hard fingers gripping her jaw and cheeks, lifting her head up and forward. She
saw, but barely noted the rounded helmet head of his cock as it pushed into her mouth, then had barely an instant of wonder before it thrust
through her open maw and straight down her throat.

She was too weak to resist, her body exhausted and drained from the energy the climax had torn from it. Chan held her small head
in his large powerful hands, held it straight up and back as he sent his thick cock sliding through her lips and into her throat.

She gagged for only a second, her eyes bulging as she shuddered. Then her body seemed to accept this invasion, and her moist lips
slid down along the straining shaft until they were pressed tightly against his pubic bone, her nose squeezed in against his abdomen.

She heard him speak as though from a great distance, but could not make out the words. His cock was thick inside her throat,
uncomfortable. Yet there was no pain. He drew it back slowly, and her eyes crossed somewhat as she stared at the glistening length of male
flesh appearing from out of her mouth.

Inch after inch came free, until that part of her mind which had reassembled itself felt amazed. She was not very experienced a
girl for her time and society, yet she had seen male organs aplenty. Most had been in pictures or on video, but a number had been in the
flesh, so to speak. None had seemed as long as this, nor as, for want of a more suitable word, powerful.

She gagged as the head came free of her mouth, and gulped in air as he rubbed the thing across her face.

"I am quite certain I can find a use for you, my young English girl, which will fulfill all your desires for travel and
adventure," he said.

She had no time to ponder those words before he was pushing forward again. She knew a moment of panic, seeing the length of his
powerful cock and knowing she could not possibly take it into her.

Yet she had, she realized, and the panic fled before wonder and a wicked desire as his soft, rounded head pushed into her throat
once more.

Again it slid straight down her gullet, and this time she was more of a mind to feel it, to analyse the sensations and be amazed
at the achievement.

She had heard of girls being able to swallow a man`s entire penis, of course, and once, years ago, had even experimented on a
banana in hopes of accomplishing such a deed herself. She had failed miserably - until now.

He buried his soft lance inside her, and again her face was pressed up firmly against his abdomen as his fingers pressed tightly
against her head. He held her but a moment, however, before drawing back.

This time, though, he did not pull free. Instead he thrust forward once more before again drawing back. He began to pump himself
inside her throat and mouth, using her faster and faster. It was harsh, cold and brutal, and her throat ached from its unaccustomed and
quite unnatural violationg.

She had never heard of a girl having her throat violated before. But as she lay there, her weight heavy on her plump breasts, her
hands becoming numb below the tight bindings around her wrists, she realized that this indeed was what he was doing.

She tried to think logically. She had denied him nothing, after all, and even cooperated. She had as much as begged him to use
her, and degraded herself before him.

Yet she decided that what he was doing was abusive.

This did not dismay her. On the contrary, she felt a hot rush of excitement at the thought. She had often had fantasies of being
abused, of being a bound harem girl or a pirate`s prisoner. The darkly handsome and wild Mr. Chan was almost a thing out of her dreams. />
And what he was doing was physically quite uncomfortable. She wriggled helplessly, unable to breath, her own saliva slipping down
over her lower lip as he pumped the long length of his cock back and forth inside her throat.

Her nose began to ache, as well, as he continued to sheath his cock within her and crush her face against his body. She whimpered
weakly, despite the excitement, unable even to protest due to the thickness of the cock filling her mouth.

Then with a grunt he buried the long length of it inside her and held her face pressed against him. She fancied she could feel his
juices streaming down her throat and dropping into her stomach like hot lava as his cock began to soften.

He drew back with a soft sigh, and his grip loosened around her head. He let her head fall slowly and she lay there, chest
heaving, gasping for breath as he gripped a thick wad of her hair and used it to clean her saliva off his cock.

He stood up then and she heard his pants zip.

"Get up, girl" he ordered.

She lay still, too weary, too worn.

He reached down and gripped her arm, half lifting her before her flailing legs were able to support and help raise her. She
blinked her large green eyes up at him.

"I`ve decided to hire you as my... assistant," Chan said. "I`m leaving this country, as it happens, and returning to Singapore.
Afterwards I travel to China. You will come with me."

She blinked her eyes in confusion.

"I have already arranged this with your father," he said at the moment she thought of it herself. "He thinks it would be an
excellent opportunity for you to get experience in business."

"But Mr..."

He bent and scooped up her panties, then without a word shoved them into her mouth, holding her tightly as he forced the last bit
through her startled lips.

"I do not need your mouth for anything just now," he said cooly. "And do not wish to hear female babbling."

A stocking was quickly wrapped around her head, and she moaned as it pulled in tightly between her lips, wedging the panties in
harder. He tied it behind her, then, holding her by the arm, led her to her door and out into the hall.

She was still breathing hard, still trying to get her mind working again, as he led her down the stairs and out to the front
door.

Then the cool concrete of the front porch was against her bare feet, and the big black American car was pulling up before her. She
felt a moment of panic at the thought of her father seeing her this way, then another moment of panic at the thought of him not arriving to
put a stop to Mr. Chan`s obvious intent to take her away.

The big man, Samto got out of the car and came around to open the rear door. His eyes feasted on her, and she blushed and dropped
her eyes.

"Miranda will be going with us," he said.

"Of course, Master Chan," Samto said.

"I trust her father has been dealt with?"

"Yes, Master Chan. I left him to walk the last few miles and reminded him that he had only two weeks to come up with the balance
of the payment."

Chan pushed Miranda to the car, then bent her head. She eased in reluctantly, feeling the leather against her naked backside as
she sat back.

He entered behind her, and smiled, patting her thigh as the door was slammed. Samto hurried around the car and got in the front,
then the car accelerated smoothly forward.

The drive was bizarre, to say the least. They drove into London and through busy streets. Cars passed them on either side, and
pedestrians walked by on the pavement. Yet none could see through the darkly tinted glass to the naked, bound, girl.


Excerpt..

AN ENGLISH GIRL IN CHINA by Argus


(The actual book is correctly paragraphed)





C h a p t e r O n e





"Daddy? Is it all right if I... oh. Excuse me."


Miranda blinked in surprise at the two strange men in her father`s study. "I didn`t know you had company."


The men were Asian. One was quite stocky, with enormous arms and practically no neck. He looked like a bull, with dark, beady,

suspicious eyes. But the other... The other was tall and broad shouldered, wearing a magnificently tailored suit that fit well across his

powerful chest. He was exquisitely handsome, with high cheekbones, and piercing brown eyes.


"Never mind, Miranda," her father said hurriedly. "I`ll see you later."


"Ahh, but Stephen, you surely must introduce me to this lovely young lady," one of the men said, turning and smiling warmly at

her.


Miranda had an odd feeling as she met his eyes. There was a raw, masculine strength in them she had never sensed in the callow

youths who had vied for her attentions thus far in her life. He was a much older man, of course, almost as old as her father, but ruggedly

handsome and with a strange, raw sexuality which immediately sparked a response deep within her.


"Ahh well, this is my daughter, Miranda," her father said reluctantly. "This is Mr. Chan, a uh, business associate."


Miranda blinked her wide green eyes at the name. She had overheard bits and snatches of conversation over the past few weeks with

that name, and knew her father was terribly worried about something.


"I am most delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Foster," Chan said with a white-toothed smile.


She blinked in surprise again, then blushed as he seized her hand in a grip that was silken, yet with iron beneath, bowed, and

brushed his soft lips across her hand above the knuckles.


He raised his eyes and again she caught that hot, raw fire of male hunger. It made her shiver, but drew out a response that was

partly pride, partly excitement, and partly coy delight.


She straightened as he let her hand go, thrusting her full young breasts out against the pale green rugby shirt she wore. Her eyes

caught and held his for a moment, then gave way with a show of demure self possession.


"Mr. Chan and I have work to do, Miranda," her father said.


"For such a lovely interruption, all men must make time," Chan said, not turning.


His eyes travelled slowly down over her body, then back up, and Miranda felt breathless.


"I... must be off," she said with a hesitant smile.


She backed up slightly, then turned, hardly noting her father as she slipped out through the study door.


She closed her eyes just outside, putting her hand to her chest to feel her pounding heart and shaking her head in wonderment. She

had no idea why she`d found Mr. Chan so incredibly attractive. No man had affected her like that before.


She returned to her room and looked down at her clothes, wrinkling her nose in distaste. She wished she had been wearing something

more ladylike, something better than jeans and a rugby jersey.


She went to her wardrobe and opened it, examining some of her things, absently chewing her lower lip despite the best efforts of a

series of teachers. She didn`t look bad in the jersey, really. It`s deep green set off both her eyes and her long, thick coppery red

hair.


But she would have preferred something sexier, perhaps a short skirt, for she was nearly six feet tall and had gorgeous long

legs.


She pulled up the shirt, then reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, tugging the zip down and then shoving them down and off. She

stepped out of them, wearing only her thin bikini panties, and turned to the wardrobe.


The sound of slamming car doors drew her eyes to the window, and she hurried to look outside. She saw her father getting into a

dark black American car, the bull-like man who had been in the den with him going around to the front and climbing in the drivers seat. She

felt disappointed she had missed the sight of Mr. Chan as she watched the car pull out onto the road.


With a sigh, she let the curtain fall back and returned to her wardrobe. A knock at the door drew her head around with a frown,

for aside from her father only the Annie the maid lived with them and it was her day off.


"Yes?" she said instinctively.


The door opened, and her heart skipped a beat as Mr. Chan stood in the frame, smiling handsomely.


She was instantly aware of her bare legs, and glanced quickly down, as if to assure herself the jersey was quite long enough. It

fell about her thighs, barely covering the crotch of her bikini panties.


"M-Mr. Chan?" she gulped.


"May I... enter?"


She stared at him, her stomach suddenly full of butterflies.


"My father and..."


"Your father and my... aide, Samto are going to the bank to make some brief arrangements to cover a shortfall of his. I had to

make a phone call so I stayed behind but... alas, the person I wished to call is not at home."


He stepped forward, looking around the room curiously. Miranda followed his gaze, then blushed scarlet as she saw his eyes light

on a lacy purple thong discarded beside her bed.


"Your father says you have delayed your entry to university," he said, turning his eyes on her again.


"I-I ah, yes," she said breathlessly.


He stepped closer, and she held her ground only with effort, feeling the butterflies thickth hands and was raising it, lifting it

slowly, as though raising a curtain.


She couldn`t breathe as she was frozen by indecision. Then he was lifting it up about her chest, and she weakly raised her arms to

let him slip it off.


"Lovely," he whispered, his voice like silk.


His hand moved up behind her head, catching at her thick red hair and then pulling back slowly. She gasped, trembling, drawing

back her head to push out her chest. Without pause, his hand released her hair, sliding down her spine, leaving a trial of fire as, withbsp;

He stopped in front of her again, and raised his hand. His finger slid slowly along her forehead, brushing back her thick bangs, and

she felt her legs go weak. Her lips were moist and parted as she blinked her eyes up at him.


"That is a lovely perfume," he whispered, leaning in, his lips brushing along her neck.


"I-I don`t... don`t..."


His chest pushed ever so briefly against her breasts, and she realized as the crackle of sexual electricity connected them, that

her nipples were almost painfully erect.


His head drew back, his finger sliding along the nape of her neck, then down her shoulder, down along her side to her hip.

Suddenly he had the hem of the jersey in both hands and was raising it, lifting it slowly, as though raising a curtain.


She couldn`t breathe as she was frozen by indecision. Then he was lifting it up about her chest, and she weakly raised her arms to

let him slip it off.


"Lovely," he whispered, his voice like silk.


His hand moved up behind her head, catching at her thick red hair and then pulling back slowly. She gasped, trembling, drawing

back her head to push out her chest. Without pause, his hand released her hair, sliding down her spine, leaving a trial of fire as, with the

deft flick of his wrist, her bra parted.


She raised her arms instinctively, but he shook his head, sliding the bra off, taking her wrists and lifting them up behind her

head. He joined them together, her two slender wrists held easily in one of his large, powerful hands, then tugged down, again forcing her

to arch her back.


Her breasts were so taut, so swollen they were throbbing, the nipples tingling with the slight hint of breeze coming from the

window.


His hand pressed flat against her chest between them, eased down her torso and caught lightly at her panties, then with a sharp

jerk he tore them off her. Her hips lurched forward for a moment, and she let out a low cry of alarm and excitement, then stood still,

trembling in his grip, exposed to his eyes.


"Do you want me, Miranda?" he whispered, his lips brushing her ear.


"I-I ca... can`t..."


"Yes or no?"


"I-I...y-yes," she whispered, shocked at herself.


He released her wrists and stepped back, eyes hot and hungry.


"Walk for me."


She stared at him in surprise, face red. "Wh-what?"


"Walk. Show me how you walk."


"I don`t..."


"Walk," he snapped, his voice making her flinch.


She looked down nervously, then walked forward, slowly at first, then more easily. She blushed as he watched her, walking to the

door, then back again, turning, her breasts jiggling softly.


"What size bra do you use?" he asked.


Again she was surprised, but it was all a hot, steamy, incredible sexual thrill, and her embarrasment was giving way to her

arousal.


"Thirty-Six-D cup," she said.


"Very nice. They look lovely. Has anyone ever told you you have lovely breasts?"


She shook her head dumbly.


"Chinese girls very seldom have such large breasts. Nor are they so tall as you."


She swallowed and felt butterflies in her throat.


"Bend over," he said calmly.


"What?"


"Bend," he ordered, his voice taking on that sharpness again.


She bent over as he moved behind her, feeling embarassed anew. She was degrading herself before this stranger, and yet - and yet

it was so hot, so incredibly hot. And she was young, and beautiful, and feeling the heat of an erotic adventure.


"Oh!"


His hand slipped between her thighs and he cupped her mons gently, then let a finger trail up between the lips of her sex, sawing

lightly back and forth. She was sopping, and the touch of his finger made her grind her hips helplessly. She felt alarmed at her own heat,

for she could not remember ever being so aroused.


"Get down on your hands and knees," he ordered sharply.


She obeyed instantly, feeling his eyes boring into her.


"Now... crawl."


She took a deep breath, then obeyed, crawling slowly across the floor, crawling to the door under his gaze, feeling her breasts

swing below her as she moved.


She turned at the door, crawling back to kneel at his feet.


"This is the true position of the female," he said, walking slowly around her as she knelt on all fours. "At the feet of the male,

prepared to be mounted."


He moved before her again, looking down with profound arrogance and self confidence.


"Sit back on your heels."


Again she did not question. The thrill surrounded her like a hot, steaming cloud. All the cheap fumblings, gropings and gruntings

with assorted boyfriends now seemed like so much cheap, childish games.


She watched him pluck her robe from where it lay on the bed, then slide the long silk belt from its loops. He walked over to her,

holding the thin silk belt, and crouched behind her.


"Cross your wrists behind your back."


The words hit her chest like a hammer, but her arms went back behind her and she crossed her wrists obediently. This can`t be

happening, she thought dazedly.


She felt the belt wrap around one wrist, then cinch tight as he knotted it. It circled her other wrist, then back again, back and

forth until he tied it off and her wrists were immoveably locked together.


She pulled experimentally, then her head swept up and around as he stepped in front of her. He reached for his fly, slowly

unzipping his trousers. He reached in, and she watched helplessly as his erection came forth, thick and dark, hair springing up around it as

he pulled it through the opening.


His left hand reached for her hair, pulling her up off her heels, then he rubbed his swollen cockhead across her forehead, cheeks,

then lips.


He thrust it into her without warning, and her soft lips enveloped it, her tongue rising as the tip pushed up against the roof of

her mouth. She started to suck, her cheeks pulling in, anad her tongue licked eagerly as she sought to bob her lips down its length.


Yet his grip tightened in her hair, holding her in place. She could not move as he began to pump himself in her mouth, using her.

She sucked as best she could, feeling the heat lapping up her body from between her thighs.


"You are a whore," he said.


For a moment she felt stricken, but something in his voice, something in his expression weakened the effect, turning it in another

direction. It wasn`t an insult - exactly, but a compliment.


"English slut," he growled, pumping his cock harder, deeper.


She gagged a few times, trying to twist her head as he pushed too deep. Then he yanked it back, rubbing the spit wet head across

her cheeks.


"Are you a whore, English girl?" he breathed.


"Y-Yes," she croaked.


"Say it!"


"I-I`m a...a whore!"


"A weak little creature of sex and lust."


"Yes!" she groaned. "Please! Please!"


She wanted him inside her, needed him deep inside her. She had never felt so empty, so vacant down there. She had never needed a

man inside her like she did now.


He let her go, and pointed at the floor.


"Bend over. Show me what you want."


She groaned and lurched forward, dropping onto her shoulderes, her breasts aching as they made contact with the floor. She raised

her buttocks, spreading her knees apart, feeling her slick pubic lips part ever so slightly as she opened herself to him, feeling the heat

of her body oozing forth.


"Do you want it, English girl?"


"Yes!"


"Yes, master."


Her eyes widened, then closed. She shuddered.


"Yes... master!" she breathed.


"Whore," he said with a thin smile. ďThis whorish behaviour of yours is unacceptable, girl. Your people would think poorly of you

behaving so, especially to a heathen Chinese."


"I-I don`t care," she whispered.


"They would punish you, would they not?"


"I-I, yes," she gulped.


"And the way they punish their young here? Is it not directed against the soft flesh of your buttocks?"


He drew his belt out of the loops, doubling it in his fist, then slapped it down lightly against her upraised buttocks.


"Are you a wicked girl?" he demanded.


"Yes! Oh yes!" she whimpered.


"Say it!"


"I`m a wicked, wicked girl!"


The belt came down again, harder, making a light slap that stung ever so slightly.


"Filthy woman," he growled.


"Iím a bad giiiirl," she moaned, her head pulsing with sexual need, with wildfire lust and hunger.


Again the belt descended, and she yelped slightly as it stung her pale white skin.


"Do you need to be punished?"


This is mad. I`m mad! What am I doing here? What would my friends think?


She shuddered and moaned. "Yes, master!"


The sound of her words made her insides squirm with excitement.


The belt lashed down once more, and she cried out at the sharp ache. Again it descended, then again, each blow making her yelp,

raising the heat in her flesh. Her breasts ground forward against the floor as she reacted to the blows, and her pussy throbbed in need.
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"Wicked girl," he growled.


CRACK!


"Filthy girl!"


CRACK!


"Owww!" The blows were really hurting now, her buttocks stinging, turning red. Her wrists pulled fitfully against the silk binding

them together, yet she made no effort to turn away, to close her thighs and hide her vulnerable sex. She was caught up in the wildness of

something she could not control.


CRACK!


"Please!" she sobbed.


CRACK!


"Please!" she cried.


"Please what, girl?"


"Please I... it... it hurts."


"That is how wicked little girls are punished in this land."


CRACK!


"OWww!"


It was insane! Yet she felt an odd thrilling excitement with the blows. It was growing more powerful, the sexual heat, and the

warmth of her already throbbing backside filtering the blows.


Tears filled her eyes, and cried out as the blows lashed down again and again. Her behind felt on fire, and the pain cut at her

mind. Yet there was something so... so right about it, so wonderful and natural. Each new blow sent a shudder of shocked warmth through her

loins, and she realized with a start that she was on the verge of climax.


The belt descended once more, slashing across the taut cheeks of her behind, lower now, making her cry out as the edge glanced

across the softer outline of her sex. She was breathing in harsh, ragged breaths, eyes closed, legs spread wide apart and behind elevated as

high as she dared.


The next blow landed directly across her weeping sex and she screamed, her knees bouncing and jerking on the floor as acid filled

her stomach and fire burned her mind. It hurt, oh how it hurt! It hurt worse than anything!


And it felt so wonderful!


Another blow blasted agony through her mind, the belt striking her vulnerable sex with a sharp, wet sound that was echoed by her

sobbing. Another landed, and another, and she came with a wanton grinding of her hips, screaming aloud as she never had in her life,

thrusting her pelvis back to meet the next blow as her insides burned and her nervous system overloaded.


Never had she felt such ecstasy, such raw, wild sexual joy as she did now, with her throbbing, aching pussy spurting fire into her

veins.


Her legs slid aside, her rubbery legs dropping her to the floor to spasm and jerk, her body writhing in the throes of orgiastic

agony. Her mind fluttered helplessly, battered like a leaf in a high wind, and for long, long seconds she was unaware of anything behind the

storm within her body.


Then consciousness returned, first with the feel of hard fingers gripping her jaw and cheeks, lifting her head up and forward. She

saw, but barely noted the rounded helmet head of his cock as it pushed into her mouth, then had barely an instant of wonder before it thrust

through her open maw and straight down her throat.


She was too weak to resist, her body exhausted and drained from the energy the climax had torn from it. Chan held her small head

in his large powerful hands, held it straight up and back as he sent his thick cock sliding through her lips and into her throat.


She gagged for only a second, her eyes bulging as she shuddered. Then her body seemed to accept this invasion, and her moist lips

slid down along the straining shaft until they were pressed tightly against his pubic bone, her nose squeezed in against his abdomen.


She heard him speak as though from a great distance, but could not make out the words. His cock was thick inside her throat,

uncomfortable. Yet there was no pain. He drew it back slowly, and her eyes crossed somewhat as she stared at the glistening length of male

flesh appearing from out of her mouth.


Inch after inch came free, until that part of her mind which had reassembled itself felt amazed. She was not very experienced a

girl for her time and society, yet she had seen male organs aplenty. Most had been in pictures or on video, but a number had been in the

flesh, so to speak. None had seemed as long as this, nor as, for want of a more suitable word, powerful.


She gagged as the head came free of her mouth, and gulped in air as he rubbed the thing across her face.


"I am quite certain I can find a use for you, my young English girl, which will fulfill all your desires for travel and

adventure," he said.


She had no time to ponder those words before he was pushing forward again. She knew a moment of panic, seeing the length of his

powerful cock and knowing she could not possibly take it into her.


Yet she had, she realized, and the panic fled before wonder and a wicked desire as his soft, rounded head pushed into her throat

once more.


Again it slid straight down her gullet, and this time she was more of a mind to feel it, to analyse the sensations and be amazed

at the achievement.


She had heard of girls being able to swallow a man`s entire penis, of course, and once, years ago, had even experimented on a

banana in hopes of accomplishing such a deed herself. She had failed miserably - until now.


He buried his soft lance inside her, and again her face was pressed up firmly against his abdomen as his fingers pressed tightly

against her head. He held her but a moment, however, before drawing back.


This time, though, he did not pull free. Instead he thrust forward once more before again drawing back. He began to pump himself

inside her throat and mouth, using her faster and faster. It was harsh, cold and brutal, and her throat ached from its unaccustomed and

quite unnatural violationg.


She had never heard of a girl having her throat violated before. But as she lay there, her weight heavy on her plump breasts, her

hands becoming numb below the tight bindings around her wrists, she realized that this indeed was what he was doing.


She tried to think logically. She had denied him nothing, after all, and even cooperated. She had as much as begged him to use

her, and degraded herself before him.


Yet she decided that what he was doing was abusive.


This did not dismay her. On the contrary, she felt a hot rush of excitement at the thought. She had often had fantasies of being

abused, of being a bound harem girl or a pirate`s prisoner. The darkly handsome and wild Mr. Chan was almost a thing out of her dreams.
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And what he was doing was physically quite uncomfortable. She wriggled helplessly, unable to breath, her own saliva slipping down

over her lower lip as he pumped the long length of his cock back and forth inside her throat.


Her nose began to ache, as well, as he continued to sheath his cock within her and crush her face against his body. She whimpered

weakly, despite the excitement, unable even to protest due to the thickness of the cock filling her mouth.


Then with a grunt he buried the long length of it inside her and held her face pressed against him. She fancied she could feel his

juices streaming down her throat and dropping into her stomach like hot lava as his cock began to soften.


He drew back with a soft sigh, and his grip loosened around her head. He let her head fall slowly and she lay there, chest

heaving, gasping for breath as he gripped a thick wad of her hair and used it to clean her saliva off his cock.


He stood up then and she heard his pants zip.


"Get up, girl" he ordered.


She lay still, too weary, too worn.


He reached down and gripped her arm, half lifting her before her flailing legs were able to support and help raise her. She

blinked her large green eyes up at him.


"I`ve decided to hire you as my... assistant," Chan said. "I`m leaving this country, as it happens, and returning to Singapore.

Afterwards I travel to China. You will come with me."


She blinked her eyes in confusion.


"I have already arranged this with your father," he said at the moment she thought of it herself. "He thinks it would be an

excellent opportunity for you to get experience in business."


"But Mr..."


He bent and scooped up her panties, then without a word shoved them into her mouth, holding her tightly as he forced the last bit

through her startled lips.


"I do not need your mouth for anything just now," he said cooly. "And do not wish to hear female babbling."


A stocking was quickly wrapped around her head, and she moaned as it pulled in tightly between her lips, wedging the panties in

harder. He tied it behind her, then, holding her by the arm, led her to her door and out into the hall.


She was still breathing hard, still trying to get her mind working again, as he led her down the stairs and out to the front

door.


Then the cool concrete of the front porch was against her bare feet, and the big black American car was pulling up before her. She

felt a moment of panic at the thought of her father seeing her this way, then another moment of panic at the thought of him not arriving to

put a stop to Mr. Chan`s obvious intent to take her away.


The big man, Samto got out of the car and came around to open the rear door. His eyes feasted on her, and she blushed and dropped

her eyes.


"Miranda will be going with us," he said.


"Of course, Master Chan," Samto said.


"I trust her father has been dealt with?"


"Yes, Master Chan. I left him to walk the last few miles and reminded him that he had only two weeks to come up with the balance

of the payment."


Chan pushed Miranda to the car, then bent her head. She eased in reluctantly, feeling the leather against her naked backside as

she sat back.


He entered behind her, and smiled, patting her thigh as the door was slammed. Samto hurried around the car and got in the front,

then the car accelerated smoothly forward.


The drive was bizarre, to say the least. They drove into London and through busy streets. Cars passed them on either side, and

pedestrians walked by on the pavement. Yet none could see through the darkly tinted glass to the naked, bound, girl.



Reviews

Top-notch and exciting! 5 out of 5

Excellent storyline, wonderful tale...too goo dto be true. 4 out of 5

Girl taken by Chinese man in trade for debt . Girl trained into a slave and finds that she starts to enjoy some of what is done to her eventually staying as a slave. 4 out of 5 (homebody1)

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Author Information

Argus is a man with long experience and credits in the publishing world. He has had almost two hundred novels published in the United Kingdom and The United States, by such publishers as Beeline, Star, Nexus, Chimera, Silver Moon, and Olympia. He has also been published in dozens of magazines.

 


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