The Family Haven

Chapter 2

It had been a distressing afternoon. Since just after lunch Susan and her husband Jack Bowing had been going through the cupboards and drawers and suitcases in a small furnished room not far from the Earl's Court Road. They were in the room that had, until recently, been occupied by Tina, Susan's younger sister. When the girl had left home to come up to live in London, Susan and Jack had asked her to live with them in their small but comfortable semi-detached house in Purley. But no, the headstrong seventeen-year-old had wanted her own place, had wanted to be independent, and now after only six months up here she had vanished. It had been the landlady who had first raised the alarm. She had telephoned the Bowings when the youngster did not return to her room after three nights. At first she thought the girl might be staying with friends, but by mere chance the sharp-eyed landlady had noticed the girl when she met her out shopping in the market. Tina had been hurrying along, anxious not to be seen by anyone she knew, it seemed, and she was not alone. A slimy horrid-looking foreign man had been on either side of her. The eagle eyes of the landlady had noticed that the men had hold of the girl's arms.

Susan and Jack had come up to town as soon as they had the frantic telephone call from Tina's land-lady. They persuaded her not to report the matter to the police, not yet at any rate, they wanted to keep the disappearance of the girl from the knowledge of her mother and father. If they could not trace her or find her by the end of that week, then the police would have to be informed. Until then, they would try and get a clue as to where she might have gone. The description the woman gave of the foreign men with Tina gave Susan and Jack the idea that they must have been Orientals, and when on going through some of the discarded papers and rubbish in Tina's room they found a torn card on which had been scribbled 'The Ling-Tan Theatrical Agency' with its address, the young couple thought they might have a lead.

Young Tina had always had a hankering after a life of glamour, a life of the bright lights that show-business might have to offer a young pretty girl. If she had gotten into the wrong type of Agency, if she had been fool enough to fall for a lot of wild promises that some of the vile men who lure young girls put to them… well… this Ling-Tan Agency might be the right lead…

Reluctant as he was to let his wife go to the office of this Agency on her own, Jack knew this was by far the best way of finding out what sort of organization was run by this Ling-Tan firm. If it was the sort of company that looked for lone girls, it would be quite useless for a man to try to get any information from them. The only way was for Susan to go along to the office, just on the off chance, as it might appear, to see if they had any suggestions for her, as she wanted to go on the stage. From that point of introduction she would have to see which way the cat jumped. They tried taking off her wedding ring, so that she could make out she was a single girl without friends in London. They wanted to make it easy for the Agency to lure her if they were that sort of organization. If this approach led nowhere, then plainly it was not through this Ling-Tan setup that they were going to trace the missing Tina. If, on the other hand, they showed great interest in Susan despite her lack of dramatic or theatrical experience, then this might prove as likely as not an invaluable clue that could lead them to Susan.

The wedding ring had to be put on again. It left a deep impression on the finger when it was removed. This might well be suspicious to an alert-eyed Oriental.

"Better say you are a widow, dear," Jack told his wife. "They won't be very interested in you if they know you have a husband near at hand."

"No, darling, I just can't say that. I won't think of anything as horrible as losing you, dear," insisted Susan. "I will say you are abroad on business and you won't be back for at least a year. That will help to make a real reason why I am alone in London and why I want to join a theatrical group, to meet friends and fill up my time while you're away. That sounds feasible, doesn't it? It will make them think I'm going to be an easy haul for them, won't it? That, is, of course, if they're the sort of people we think they are."

Tse Ling looked at the young woman seated on the sofa in his private office at the back of the Agency. His Manageress had been quite right to have this young woman shown in to his own room. She was possibly of the type they needed. She looked about twenty-two, she was married, he noticed, but after a brief glance down at the sheet of particulars his Manageress had provided for him about this applicant to join their Agency, he saw her husband 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 to 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 long cigarettes. It was one of his Eastern brands, she supposed. It was sweetly sickly but probably would not do her any harm if she could get over the strange taste.

Tse Ling studied her through his slit-slant 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 hid her thighs, but he knew they were broad and delightful, the lower parts of her limbs curved perfectly 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 at his thoughts.

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 here 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 if they were giving Susan some sort of an audition when all she wanted to find out was if they were the sort of firm which would stoop to procuring young lonely girls and women. Jack Bowing might not have settled back quite so placidly in his car had he known the stage at which his pretty wife's 'audition' had reached.

After the first cigarette the Chinaman 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 did not know what else to do. She appreciated 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. If she 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 desiring ache deep in her cunt. With every long drag at this sickly weed, she was literally feeling herself relaxing and caring less and less about her cares and 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 anything… 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 with her had gently lifted her with his hands under her armpits and settled her down 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 uncomfortable length of wood or rubber that was shaped in a triangle running lengthwise from the front of her body between her thighs and away beyond her back. She found she derived a tremendous sensual pleasure from rubbing herself down on that quite sharp edge, she could press down and feel the edge biting up into her cunt-crevice, her panties preventing the apparatus from actually touching her flesh.

She knew Tse Ling was watching her, and yet she didn't care as she rubbed her twat slowly and sensually on the length of the triangle. When the sensation grew more intense between her thighs, she was forgetting to inhale at the weed. The little Oriental was holding the mouthpiece of a slender long stemmed pipe to her lips now, and as she inhaled from this new smoking affair, she felt her head and nostrils fill with the extra sickly sweet pungency from the fumes. The Oriental had his hands on her hips now and was coaxing her to bend forward slightly. She discovered why… as she bent forward so she brought the edge of the triangular ridge against that part of her moist panties that covered her little swelling clitoris. The sensual wakening in that tiny hardening bud could not be described… she had never experienced this sort of sexual feeling quite so accurately nor quite so acutely before.

The Oriental had one arm around her shoulders and was inducing her to relax back, leaning 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 hot hand settle down over her breast. Oh, how good it felt to have a hand gently massaging her tit 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 man to touch her! She liked to be admired, of course, all women have that desire, but never had she wanted to be touched by anyone other than her loving husband. Now, in the space of a few minutes, everything seemed to have changed. She wanted this horrid looking squat Oriental to embrace her, wanted him to fondle her breasts like this. She was relieved when at last his hand was inside her blouse, the eager clever fingers were insinuating themselves under the cup of her bra. Her large firm tit was snuggled into the yellowish skinned palm, her erecting scarlet nipple was trapped in between his fingers as he cupped her whole breast. He agitated his palm and fingers until her nipple was grotesquely hard and stubby, she writhed herself more tightly down on that pleasure-giving ridge lying lengthwise under her cunt. 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 ready for their fucking.

She tried to bring her thoughts back into line with stark reality. She had found out enough about this Agency to be more than suspicious of it. She should try and 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 forcing her panties to form another lining for her vagina. At the same time he forced her to lean forward so that the ridge played on her clitoris again. This time the hypersensitive clitoris bud throbbed and grew in rapid response to the rubbing of the ridge against its head. Tse Ling smiled happily as he saw this young woman close her eyes, throw her head back, and surrender herself to the thrilling erotic pleasures that were coursing through her from her aroused cunt. When her belly began to jerk, when her hips began to roll slowly, when she began to gasp and writhe as if she was already in the throes of intercourse, the wily sensual Oriental knew that victory was his… as it was always, once he got the feminine victim on this ridged mattress in this little smoking den. He quickly had her blouse pulled up under her chin, her bra was unhooked, and her beautifully full white breasts were joggled into exposure. His yellow fingers rolled her nipples, he kneaded the white flesh of her lush tits while she masturbated herself lewdly and with wild abandon on that rubber ridge on the mattress.

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 bring something into her line of vision, the like of which she had never seen. 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 evil little man carefully adjusted the bulbous head of the dummy prick between her gaping wet cunnylips. 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 woman.

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

She 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 eager anticipation when she heard him mutter, "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 this terrible urge to let him do what he liked to her. But now she was obsessed with the need to have some sort of hump-release. It was so silly, she told herself, she had her husband to take care of her fuck needs. Down in the car not so far away Jack would be waiting for her, why was she being so wickedly tempted as to let this horrid Oriental do to her what only her husband should do, what she only wanted her husband to do. Whatever resolve she was trying to make, whatever summoning up of will-power she was attempting, went by the board when she felt herself turned over and hot lips kissed and caressed her naked asscheeks. The Oriental was giving her wicked little love bites all over her ass and now his hands were clawing 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 cunt hard down on that raised ridge while the finger worked to and fro in her tight 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. 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'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 but she also saw the look of extreme anger and cruelty in the fiendish eyes. Tse Ling knew he had been deceived by this attractive 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. It was a whorehouse where a good price could be had for a pretty English girl of not yet twenty.

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 in 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 shit-hole.

"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 asshole. 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. It felt as if inner fingers were forcing her asshole crudely wide apart to allow the thick cock that he pressed to her to enter her. The sensation of being filled was suddenly upon her, accompanied with a searing almost unbearable pain. She listened to him babbling to the man in their strange tongue, she did not understand a word, but guessed they were speaking about her husband who waited nearby in the car. The tone of their voices added to her anxiety. The other man went from the room and quite obviously he was going out to look for Jack. She knew that under some pretense or other they would get Jack up here into the building, and once both of them were literally prisoners of this evil Tse Ling there would not be much hope of them escaping… like the young sister they were looking for, they too would disappear, and this time perhaps no clues would be left for anyone else to discover and follow the trail.

Susan tried with all her strength to get away from the body clinging to her asshole, to avoid that spearing cock that rammed into her bowels and yet, even as she struggled and cried out, she knew her efforts were doomed to failure. The wily strong little man was using her contortions and writhings to help him sink his thick pecker deeper into her rectum. His weight finally flattened her down on her front on the bed, she turned her head to see his evil face leering at her, the expression on the sallow countenance was one of utter triumph over her… his cock was inside her anus to the deepest extent. For the first time in her life her flaccid soft ass was filled with rock-hard cock.

The pain was far worse than when she had lost her virginity to an elderly clergyman at twelve. Then her ravisher had been patient, had allowed her time to get used to having a man in her cunt. True he had put his penis into the proper channel, and before the rape was over he had given her some measure of excited pleasure. She was sure there was to be no pleasure at any stage in this vile rape of her asshole by the Oriental procurer.

Tse Ling gently rocked to and fro on her back, letting his cock lever itself against the tight gripping walls of her shit-passage and, incredible as it seemed, Susan began to feel her passage relaxing and not experiencing quite such intense pain as had been her lot when first she had been violated up her ass. She began to find she wanted to try and be an active partner in this unnatural union. She had the urge to rotate and writhe her asscheeks back at his loins, to get some sort of mutual tempo in the movements of their bodies. Tse Ling grinned with evil satisfaction as he looked down at the fleshy white asscheeks jerking back at him, at the way she was moving her whole ass in a small circle of erotic sensuality. Once again the fact that is known to all procurers and one they all trade upon was being made abundantly clear… that in every woman, however virtuous, there is a tiny bit of a desire to be a whore. Most do not get the opportunity to display or to exploit this deep inner desire, but when, as in the case of this young wife, it is made easy and natural for them to behave wantonly, they are not slow to respond.

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 armholds 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 stupified tautness at what he saw. His lovely wife was on all fours like an animal, the beastly little hairy yellow-fleshed man was on her back like a dog with a bitch. The thick penis was buried up into Susan's ass, 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 the obscene chant, "Do it harder… fuck me harder… ohraauuuurrrgggghhaaaa… please… harder and dig it deeper into me… ooorrraauugghhhh!!!!"

Jack realized his wife must be drugged to be behaving like that, and yet, even so, to see one's loving and devoted wife pleading with a wretched Oriental to do it harder to her while his thick cock is frigging up her rectum, was enough to send a 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 talon 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 his wife twisting and jerking at the evil Chinaman as she tried to screw herself down on to those lust-provoking fingers that were frigging her towards either madness or her much needed orgasm. Susan was crying out all the filthiest words Jack had ever heard a woman 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 bowels.

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, detaching himself gradually from Susan who screamed the foulest abuse at him, at them and at everybody else… As the glowing aftermath of her glorious come wore off, the pain in her rampaged anus grew worse. She lay there limp and exhausted, while the Chinamen released her husband who ran over to try to assist her, at least to cleanse her, 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 agility 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 carefully 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!