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June 8, 1982 - Rimun Enterprises, New York office
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3:47 PM
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"It's still climbing, Mr. Lu. It was past 67 when I came up
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here."
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"Idiot! Do something!"
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The young assistant cringed. "What...what can we do? It's
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over."
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"Why do I put up with your useless incompetence? It's fools
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like you that got us in to this! Get out! GET OUT!" The small
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man behind the desk raged shrilly, waving his arms like a windmill
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with a seizure. The assistant, knowing that silence was prudent at
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times like these, withdrew silently.
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Lu turned to the older man sitting quietly on the sofa in the
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plush office. "It's not my fault," he began, "how was I to know
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that they would pay greenmail? Or that they'd find a white knight
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for takeover? My tender offer at 56 was right. It's those idiots
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that work for me. They couldn't discover a..."
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"Enough!" spat the older man. Though his tone was harsh, his
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face and posture remained calm. "You shame yourself, to heap blame
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upon your subordinates. It was reported to you last week that a
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13-D was filed by this 'white knight' you said you knew nothing
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about. I saw you receive this information myself. Do you call me
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a liar?"
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"No, of course not, but..."
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"Even now, as I remind you, I see you do not recall this. Let
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me now add to your shame." The old man paused. "The meaningless
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company that took a position last week in Softdyne was called ALHC,
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Inc. You did not know the name, and so ignored the threat." The
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old man rose and turned to face Lu, his face still a mask. "ALHC
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is Amanda Loring Holding Company, and is wholly owned by Amanda
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Loring. Once again, this female has defeated you."
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Lu drew a sharp intake of breath. "But...I...she..."
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"I go now to report to your father," the old man said.
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"Wait! Please, don't... I mean, let me...." Lu sputtered. "I
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will have her taken care of, I swear it!"
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The old man's eyes darkened. "You are already shamed. Do not
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dishonor yourself further." His voice softened slightly. "Not
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everyone could sit in this chair. It is best to accept this
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gracefully." He paused, weighing his words carefully. "Whatever
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else, your father loves you. He will find a place for you
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elsewhere. Do not soil your name now by refusing to accept a
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defeat that was dealt you honorably."
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A moment later Lu was alone in the office. The comments about
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dishonor meant nothing to him - cheap rhetoric from old men who
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didn't understand modern life, he thought wildly. He used the
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telephone twice. The second call was cut short by a refusal to
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discuss such business over the phone. An appropriate meeting was
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arranged for later that evening.
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"I want her hurt, you understand me? Hurt bad. And I want
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her to know not to fuck with me again. Get her bad. I want her to
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know I can reach out anytime I want and brush her pathetic
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little..."
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"Sir," interrupted his guest, "my methods are not subject to
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discussion. I will guarantee the results you seek. I will not
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divulge any information about how those results are obtained. Nor
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is my price subject to negotiation."
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"What is it?" asked Lu.
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His guest passed over a small sheet of paper. Lu glanced at
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it and his eyes widened. "No way! That's completely out of line."
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The other man nodded politely. "Thank you, sir, for your
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time." He arose.
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"Wait!" A pause. "Hell, it's only money, right?" Lu thought
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frantically to himself. He still had signature authority for the
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cash accounts at the brokerage house. He could make this happen.
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"Sure, sure. It's a deal."
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His guest bowed slightly. "Thank you, sir. We will notify
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you when the project is complete."
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July 4, 1982 - Golden Gate Park, San Francisco
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Fifteen year old Jenny Loring picked her way carefully back
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towards the beach blanket that she and Todd had laid out. The
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Port-a-John bathrooms had been set up to be convenient for the
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crowd that had turned out to see the annual fireworks show over the
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park. She and Todd and Linda and Jeff had all come out together,
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but as the fireworks ended Todd had talked her into bringing their
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blanket into a secluded area for a little while. She went
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willingly enough, even though it was getting harder and harder for
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her to stop Todd at the right place. Last weekend, his hand had
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gone between her legs, deliciously exciting, and she had allowed
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him to press and rub her for a time before she had breathlessly
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made him stop. Sometimes, just thinking about Todd touching her
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(and, though she had not dared to yet, her touching him) was enough
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to make her breath catch in shivery excitement. She was pretty
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sure she loved him. That made it all the more difficult to do the
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right thing and make him stop, but she was convinced she would not
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be a Bad Girl. Not, she reminded herself, at fifteen, anyway.
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That was Too Young.
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A rustle in the bushes made her pause, suddenly tense. Then
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she heard a pitiful sound, a low meow coming from her right. It
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was clearly a cat, and it sounded hurt. The poor thing! The
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pretty redhead was a soft touch for all animals, and her heart went
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out to the poor creature, alone in the darkness. "Pss pss pss,"
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she whispered softly. "Where are you, puss-puss?" She moved
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towards the sound. "Are you OK?" Where was it? "Pss pss pss,"
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she tried again.
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She was vaguely conscious of a large dark shape looming over
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her, an instant before the cloth descended on her face. There was
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a brief, panicked gasp of air, which tasted funny, and then
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nothing.
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July 5, 1982 - San Francisco Police Department
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1:55 AM
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"Now, let's go over the ear Are you
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sure that you and she didn't have a fight of some kind?"
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"I already told you, no! Everything was fine!"
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"Hey, c'mon, kid." Detective Sattler leaned forward. "Maybe
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when you and she took off by yourselves.... I know how it is.
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These gals shake it in your face, then they get offended when you
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try to get serious, right?"
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"It wasn't like that! I love her!" Todd trembled with anger
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and exhaustion.
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"OK, Todd." Sattler got up and headed towards the door.
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"Wait right here and the officer will be in to get you." He paused
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at the door. "Todd?" The youngster looked up. "I'm...I'm sorry."
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"Mrs. Loring, I'm very sorry. We can't take a Missing Persons
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report until she's been gone for twenty-four hours. The best thing
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you can do is finish calling that list of friends you gave me.
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Nine times out of ten, they're just off with somebody they know."
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July 5, 1982 - Somewhere on US 101 South
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2:30 AM
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"You wanna stop? There's a 24 hour McDonalds somewhere along
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here."
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"Fried fat and sugar? Shit, that stuff'll kill you."
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"Yeah, well... we all gotta die of somethin'."
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"True - but I'm gonna choose what I die from." A pause. "You
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see a 24 hour McPussy, you pull over. I'll die happy." Guttural
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laughter.
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"Hey - how long before that stuff wears off?"
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"You gave her the full hypo? Six or eight hours, it's the new
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stuff. She'll be fine in the trunk."
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"Hey - before we turn her over, you think we might...you
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know...?"
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"No way. They'll fucking kill us. 'Undamaged goods!' These
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people are way serious about this shit, too." A pause. "You
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remember that big guy? I don't wanna fuck with him."
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"Yeah...yeah, never mind."
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Silence.
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"So who do you like for the pennant?"
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July 5, 1982 - The Loring home, Nob Hill
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9:20 AM
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"Hello?"
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"Amanda Loring?"
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"Yes?"
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"You're pretty smart, huh?"
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"What...who is this?"
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"Smart woman like you, in business - should know you're going
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to make people upset. Important people. That's stupid."
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"Look, don't...don't hurt my baby girl. Whatever you want,
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I'll...I'll do."
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"The fewer stupid things you do from now on, the easier it
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will be on your daughter. And you got two more kids to worry
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about. Think about that next time you're making a deal, smart
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lady." Click.
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"Hello? Hello?"
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July 8, 1982 - The Compound, Thon Buri, Thailand
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2:15 PM
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The girl stirred and opened her eyes. The effects of over two
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days of almost constant tranquazzled her
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squinting eyes. Where was she? She tried to think. She
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remembered... fireworks, and being with Todd... and then, what?
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She concentrated. Vague memories of being given some shots, and
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feeling very silly and sleepy. A plane?
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Jenny sat bolt upright in panic. She was in a small room,
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austere in the extreme: a small cot, a number of plastic crates
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stacked on their sides, in which items of clothing seemed to be
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stored, and a basin with water and a towel. She pulled herself to
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her feet. The sun was coming from a window set high in one wall;
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this and a door on the opposite side were the only breaks in the
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otherwise featureless walls. As she got to her feet she realized
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there was an unpleasant weight on her neck. She reached up and
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touched the heavy collar, then ran her hand around to the back,
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looking for a way to release it. She found a boxy protuberance at
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the back of neck, but no evident way to remove the collar.
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She looked down at herself. She was dressed only in a short
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gossamer robe, which did absolutely nothing to hide her body. She
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looked wildly around. What had happened to her? "Hey!" she
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yelled. "Help!" She looked at herself again, realizing that when
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somebody came, she'd be practically naked. She sifted through the
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clothes in the plastic cases, reddening as she came upon on one
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bizarre costume after another: bras that would leave nipples
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exposed, panties with no crotch, garter belts and stockings.
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Nothing in the stack would cover her much better than the sheer
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garment she was wearing.
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Jenny was wrapping the sheet from the bed around herself in an
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impromptu toga when her door opened. She turned to face her
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visitor. The new arrival walked carefully into the room carrying
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a tray in front of her. She was wearing the same style gossamer
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robe as Jenny was, a dark heavy collar, and nothing else.
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"Hey! Am I glad to see you! Where...am..." Jenny's voice
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trailed off as she realized the woman was not paying the slightest
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bit of attention to her. She put the tray down and backed out of
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the room, and that action galvanized Jenny into motion. As the
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door began to swing shut, she leapt forward and forced it open,
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saying, "Hey, wait a.....Agh!" This last came as she crossed the
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doorway. The box at the back of her neck emitted a steady two-
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toned beep: high, low, high, low; at the same instant a fiery pain
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shot through her, and she fell back. The beeping and shocking pain
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stopped immediately.
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When the man stepped into the room, Jenny was frantically
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tugging at her collar, to no avail. "Stop that," the man said,
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deceptively calm. Jenny looked up.
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"What...what's going on here? Where am I? What have..."
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"Silence!" The girl fell still. "You will listen
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attentively. Whatever your previous existence was - it is over.
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Your life begins anew here and now. You will work diligently to
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learn the skills, duties, and demeanor requisite to graduation from
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this establishment and to pleasing your eventual owner."
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"Owner? What do...aughhh!" The pain hit again, this time
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accompanied by a steady tone. The man let her writhe for fifteen
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or twenty seconds, then released the button on the small unit he
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was holding.
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"You will not speak except when spoken to. Repeat it after
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me."
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"My mom is a very....aughh!"
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"You will not speak unless spoken to."
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Tears were rolling down the young girl's face. "I...I will
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not speak unless spoken to."
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The man strode forward until he was in front of the abased
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teenager and flung the sheet away from her body.
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"You will clothe yourself only as we permit."
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"Wait, I...auggh!"
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"You will clothe yourself only as we permit."
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"I...I will clothe myself only as you permit."
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The man reached down and fondled the young breasts before him.
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Jenny flinched back and received another jolt as punishment.
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"Your body is ours to do with as we please."
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"Please, no. I can't.....auggh!"
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"Your body is ours to do with as we please."
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The girl was crying hysterically now, and could not get the
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words out.
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She suffered for that disobedience as well.
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July 11, 1982 - The Compound
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"The middle one, girl. As you were taught."
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Jenny rose from the bed and glided forward, her head
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submissively down. As she approached the middle man, she knelt and
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placed her hands at her sides. Still looking down, she said
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softly, "Does the master wish to make use of this servant?"
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The man leaned forward and caressed Jenny's face softly, then
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ran his hand down her chest, cupping a young breast through the
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robe and squeezing. Jenny's face tightened in discomfort, but she
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made no sound. A look of distaste crossed her face as the man
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untied the drawstring of his trousers and pushed a large,
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uncircumcised cock into Jenny's face. She grimaced but opened her
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mouth obediently and sucked in the member.
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A tiny part of her mind was screaming, repelled at this
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obscene enterprise, but was easily overpowered by the overriding
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fear of pain. Two days ago, she had screamed and fought this act.
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It had earned her burning punishments from Gracious Thien. Not
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content with the electric punishment that the collar offered, Thien
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had taken to her lower legs with a thin, supple cane. The pain had
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been indescribable. Jenny had done what they wanted. Over and
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over again, seemingly no end to the parade of erect members that
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was presented to her. It meant nothing now to her but a way to
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avoid more punishment.
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When it was over, she had been returned to her room, there to
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sob herself to sleep with the taste of semen in her mouth.
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It had begun again the next day.
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By now she was hardened to it, and was able to speak her lines
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about master and servant appropriately. She pistoned her head back
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and forth over the growing cock, knowing that the sooner the man
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came, the sooner the ugly act would be over. She was not permitted
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to use her hands - unless the master wanted her too, of course -
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and it took the man a long time to come. At his moment of release,
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he held her head down and forced her to swallow his release; this
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too was nothing new. As he softened, the man pulled out of Jenny's
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mouth and rubbed his glistening cock around the redhead's face,
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leaving a trail of semen and saliva. He stepped back and drew up
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his trousers.
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Jenny awaited her next instruction. Nobody spoke, but the box
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on her collar began a series of long beeps - dah, dah, dah, spaced
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a second apart. There were many codes she had to learn, but this
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one was one of the first, and easy. She arose and stripped off her
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garments, then sank back to a waiting position.
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Gracious Chiou's voice came quietly from behind her. "Which
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of you remaining cares to be next?"
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October 29, 1982 - FBI, San Francisco Field Office
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10:00 AM
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"Ma'am, I appreciate your position. But please understand
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mine. We cannot keep a twenty-four hour surveillance on your
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family indefinitely. It's been over three months, and all you have
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to go on is one phone call. Which may or may not have been real."
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Amanda Loring was silent. She knew the voice had been real;
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she had heard the menace in it. And she knew who was behind it.
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"What about talking to Lu again? Maybe..."
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"Ma'am, we can't. His attorneys have warned us that they'll
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seek a court order prohibiting us from further 'harassment' if we
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talk to him again without additional evidence." The SAC paused.
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He knew how this woman must feel; he had two little girls of his
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own, and he'd kill anyone who tried to harmed them. But there was
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nothing he could do here. "Ms. Loring - I'm very sorry, but I have
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to recall the agents assigned to protection duty.
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November 1, 1982 - The Compound, Thon Buri, Thailand
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6:50 PM
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Jenny exhaled slowly as the man behind her began to ride his
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erect penis in and out of her ass. This one, the large American,
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liked the thought of hurting the girls, so it was all right to let
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out little yelps of pain and discomfort. Not too much, though, for
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he also liked any excuse to punish. Gracious T'ung had instructed
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her to accept whatever was meted out.
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"Oh, yes, yes...uh, you tight-assed bitch...oh, yeah.... yeah,
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you like it, don't you? Yeah, oh" The man's
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voice came a little breathlessly as he began to increase his speed,
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pushing his flesh deeper into the young girl's bowels. "Uh, that's
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in there, yeah... oh, yeah... yes, you love it, you cunt... uh,
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that's right... you're so fucking tight, yes... " He paused in his
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reverie to reach down and land a stinging slap on the redhead's
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outside thigh. "Move a little, you cunt."
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Jenny began to move.
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December 3, 1982 - Si-Lah Gardens, Bangkok
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1:15 AM
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The small Thai man barked out a series of orders in his sing-
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song native tongue. The Asian girl with Jenny lay back, but Jenny
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was confused, not understanding what was expected of her. The Thai
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touched a series of buttons, and the box on Jenny's collar emitted
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a fast series of beeps in a complicated sequence. Jenny
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immediately turned around and buried her face between the Asian
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girl's legs and began to lap at her cunt. The girl moaned and
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began to hump her crotch upwards into the pretty redhead's face,
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and Jenny redoubled her efforts, her small pink tongue flicking
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rapidly up and over and around, helping build the other's release.
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When she felt the man behind her, she spread her legs
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incitingly and raised her ass, not missing one stroke with her
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tongue. The virtue she had guarded so carefully in her former life
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was now to be sacrificed to a man she had not known ten minutes,
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for a payment of 15,000 baht to her owners.
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The small cock, appropriately lubricated, slipped into her
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virgin pussy with a minimum of discomfort, and the man began to
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move, mumbling in Thai. The situation was evidently too
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stimulating for him, he lasted perhaps a dozen strokes and began to
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spurt wildly into the tight channel. He withdrew his cock and
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admired with satisfaction the bright red bloodstain that now
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adorned it.
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Buried between the legs of the other girl, the single tear
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that trickled down Jenny's face was not seen by anyone, nor would
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have mattered if it had been.
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January 7, 1984 - A club near the east bank of the Chao
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Phraya River, Bangkok, Thailand
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11:45 PM
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"Morty - let's hit the road. I'm tired of this fucking Chink
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pussy." He paused to swallow the rest of his beer. "I'm tired of
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fucking this Chink pussy, too," he finished with a lopsided grin.
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"No, no - this is the place I was telling you about. Wait,
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here they come."
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The parade included a few Asian girls, but an excellent
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assortment of different ethnic types as well. Mort's attention was
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immediately drawn to the stunning redhead. "How much for her?"
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"All night, or just hour?" from the manager.
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"Just the hour."
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"Just you, or your friend too?"
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"Both of us.ld are you, anyway?"
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"Sixteen, master."
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"Hey, you get that - 'master'. Damn."
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Jenny's eyes were lowered, and she knelt in the submissive
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posture she knew well. She didn't protest when Mort's limp penis
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pushed at her face; she just turned to the side and engulfed it,
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then spread her legs for him when he was ready.
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She did cry out when the other man's pleasure turned out to be
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whipping her repeatedly with his leather belt, but only because he
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wanted her to cry out. She dutifully repeated what he told her to say:
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"No, Daddy, I'll be good. Please don't." And she didn't protest
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when he rolled her over and jammed his cock into her, his jiggling
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soft body pinning her down. She even knew when it was time to say,
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"Oh, yes, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me with your big, hard cock." And
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she gasped and moaned with ersatz pleasure beneath the man as he
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shuddered and spasmed in orgasm.
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She cleaned his cock with her mouth when he was done.
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April 17, 1986 - UPI
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excerpts:
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...and among the arrested was an American woman identified as
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reported missing from the West Coast in 1982. Early reports
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indicate that she was abducted from the San Francisco area and
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transported to Thailand, where she was forced into prostitution.
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The Thailand Ministry of Justice indicated that the woman would be
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released to the custody of the American consulate, and plans are
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being made to return her to the United States.
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In response to this incident, the White House today issued a strong
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condemnation of nations that permit black-market sex trafficking to
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occur. Some estimates place Thailand as one of the world's leading
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offenders, with over....
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April 18, 1986 - San Francisco International Airport
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9:50 AM
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As the United plane's door opened, the two federal agents
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exited quickly, bringing the passive girl along through the busy
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'B' concourse, moving through the Friday morning airport bustle
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with practiced ease. She had not said much to them since they'd
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picked her up at the consulate, although she answered their
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questions clearly and calmly. She had replied that yes, she had
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had a terrible experience; yes, she was glad she'd been rescued;
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and sure, she was looking forward to seeing her mom and sisters.
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She initiated no conversation of her own.
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The trio had just stepped off the first moving walkway and
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into the crowd when Special Agent Benson's beeper went off. "Rats
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- they don't waste any time, do they?" He turned to his partner.
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"Listen, let me just..." He stopped, dumbfounded.
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Without hesitation Jenny had begun to strip.
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