Played like a violin

[Shocker]

Teaser: Parker knocked at the office door before entering, he never bothered even waiting for an answer to enter. If his boss didn't want him to come in, the door wouldn't open. The only thing that troubled him, was that he never knew what he would walk in to. She loved to tease him no end...
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Played like a violin
Author: Shocker

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This is another story out of the Thorpe & Associates saga. So you slavery is going to feature prominently. It's one of the more vicious stories I have written.
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Played like a violin


Parker knocked at the office door before entering, he never bothered even waiting for an answer to enter. If his boss didn't want him to come in, the door wouldn't open. The only thing that troubled him, was that he never knew what he would walk in to. She loved to tease him no end.

Today was a good day, Lady Penelope Thorpe wore a business costume, albeit one hugging her generous form very nicely. A tasteful combination of charcoal and white, she was working on some documents. One could easily mistake, the youthful woman for girl playing make belief at her daddy’s desk. One would be wrong, this ravishing blonde beauty with the large breasts had a brain like a super computer and in business she behaved like a shark.

"Good morning Lady Penelope."
She shot him a dirty look, she hated him using the title, but she also knew he would never change.
"Good morning Parker. What do you have for me?" she tidied her papers into a neat pile and turned her full attention to him as he seated himself in the chair on the other side of the desk.
"I have done the research for project FIDDLE, and come up with an initial plan with acceptable chances at success."
"That's the abduction job? I'm still not sure that accepting jobs like this fit our business model. We were always focused on selling merchandise that we had already acquired, now we are to go out and get a specific item."
"Actually two items." Parker offered.
"The bonus for the second item is the only reason for me to even entertain the whole notion. OK Parker run me through it."

"Certainly, the target is Lien Tang, 29 years old, American of Chinese descent. Currently, first violin of the Boston Symphonic Orchestra, a job she takes exceedingly seriously, despite a booming career as soloist. You might remember her concert in London had to be rescheduled last year due to the Boston concert season not being over yet."
"I do recall, grandmother had insisted of us going there. I hate violin music." She made a face.

There wouldn't have been a need for that, Parker had served the family in many functions over the years and still could remember when he was on her security deal, and she had to attend her violin lessons. Lady Penelope had a strong will, but she had inherited that from her grandmother. And the latter had insisted on her learning the violin, and no temper tantrum would have ever changed that outcome.
"What did ever happen to your violin?" he asked teasingly.
"The day I turned 18, it turned into a bonfire" she smiled reminiscently.

"Let's return to the project shall we? Thorpe & Associates has been contacted via back channels by Senor Lopez if we would procure her for him at a price of half a million US dollar, with a bonus of further two million, if we can also provide the Stradivarius she has been provided by the Boston Symphonic."
"He seems to think he can't make her squeal enough without that fiddle, but yes it is a very nice lump sum. So what is the plan?"
"We evidently can't just snatch her of the street when she is out jogging, as that would be pissing away two million. Any abduction of her in Boston, or Great Britain would be far to high profile and risky, I don't even think we could get her out of the country one her disappearance is reported. France, Italy, Germany or anywhere in Europe similar difficult, but a bit less risk. But we are in luck. Miss Tang has been announced to play a concert for charity in Casablanca next month. If we become her driver from the hotel to the airport, we can have her knocked out and on a boat, before anybody even knows she is missing, and as a bonus she will have the violin with her, packed up for proper transport."

Penelope looked thoughtful at him, trying to find obvious flaws in his plan.
"Parker that sounds pretty solid, a month for preparation will cut down further on the risk. Moroccan Police might be a lot better than we give them credit for, but your time line works in our favor. Using a boat, will allow for direct shipment from Morocco to Venezuela."
"Maracaibo actually, Senor Lopez asked for delivery to there. Perhaps it was always his dream to take possession of a slave there."
"Such a romantic." Penelope smiled "I feel like a cruise, we will use La Chatte for this job."
Parker's face froze.

"I know what you are thinking, no, under no circumstances will you make this trip below decks. It's time you fulfill your kinks about abduction and rape play somewhere outside of work. You just can't jump in there whenever you have an itch between your legs, that needs scratching. I thought we had exorcized that need when we took your American friends."
"Yes that had been perfectly lovely Parker. But no I had not planned on commiserate with little Miss Tang by pretending to be cargo as well. I'm intending to make this trip very memorable to her." A fire was in her eyes as she said that.
Parker inwardly felt a bit sorry for their prey, If his boss intended to make the musicians' life hell, the 7 days of crossing the Atlantic would give her ample time for that.

He had asked her once why she had called the 30-meter yacht La Chatte, expecting to hear about a little kitten. But as so often she had surprised him when she said "Pussy paid for this boat, so I might as well name it after it."


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Hassan was patiently waiting in front of the Hotel Excelsior in Casablanca for his passenger. Not that driving a taxi was his usual occupation, but this trip would be a very profitable fare for him. He saw the uniformed door man, opening the door and a diminutive Asian woman, was stepping through. She wore a black t-shirt, and loose fitting jeans and sneakers. Evidently the apparel of a woman prepared to sit for multiple hours in an airplane. The organizers of the concert she had starred in easily could have afforded flying her in a private jet, but she avoided flying whenever she could, and flew commercial when she couldn't. It had something to do with environmental consciousness, Hassan had heard that somewhere in an interview. It was all rubbish to him anyhow, if you were traveling, it was much better to do it in comfort.

He popped open the trunk, and jumped out of the car to get her luggage. Which to his surprise consisted of only a large suitcase and a violin case of rich leather. The latter she insisted of keeping with her, as she settled on the backseat of the cab. As he got back behind the steering wheel, there was the first disconnect to Asian beauty, as she told him in a thick American accented English "To the airport please, and no need to hurry, I wouldn't mind seeing a bit more of Casablanca on the way."
"Yes Ma'am, the scenic route it is." before he closed the window of the transparent partition, separating driver from passengers.
He drove in a sedate pace, watching his guest in the rearview mirror getting increasingly frustrated with her cell phone. She knocked at the window.
"I seem to have lost my connection. Is that normal here?"
"I'm sorry Ma'am, but cell service is notoriously bad in this part of town, I don't think it will be getting better until we reach the airport." he didn't add that the passenger compartment was constructed as a Faraday cage, effectively blocking the phone attempt to connect.
Hassan flipped a switch on his dashboard, and nothing visible happened. But the man knew the switch had triggered an ampoule of narcotic gas into the ac system cooling the passenger cabin. He mentally counted down from 30, and at 5 seconds remaining he saw her form crumpling on the backseat. Well she was a lightweight, no wonder the gas would work a bit faster.

He stepped on the accelerator and brought he taxies, to a speed much less suspicious to traffic cops, just slightly above the speed limit. His target no longer the airport but out of the city, and towards the coast.



Less than 25 minutes later he reached his destination, an isolated cove, with a lone yacht anchored in it. After giving the prearranged light signal, he saw a black motorized dinghy approaching quickly to the shore. It contained a very big and very dark man, perhaps Sudanese or Nubian, and a smaller, broadly built European with black hair.
"As Salaam Alaikum Hassan, it is good to see you again" the European said when they reached him
"Wa-Aleikum salaam, Mr. Parker, very good indeed." Hassan grinned. "Your little song bird is on the back seat with her violin. Suitcase is in the trunk, it's not locked."
"Peter, would you please take care of that, while I settle with Hassan?"
"Of course Mr. Parker" the tall man replied without hesitation.
Parker produced a thick envelope from his jacket handing it over to Hassan. "Please be aware that the sum in here was counted by me, and is based on our agreed sum, plus a performance bonus."
Hassan took the offered envelope and pocketed it, he wouldn't sink so low as counting the money in Parker's presence. Nobody dealing with T&A, in general or Mr. Parker in particular, had ever been cheated. He saw the giant Peter, returning, carrying the woman over one shoulder like a rag doll, and the suitcase in the other.
"Where is the violin Peter" Parker asked
"Still in the car, thought you might want to hold on to it."
"Good idea" Parker walked back to the car with Hassan and retrieved the case with the instrument.

"A la prochaine fois Hassan" he offered in fluent French.
"Qui, à la prochaine fois Monsieur Parker" Hassan got back into the car. Watching the men load their respective cargo onto the dinghy and returning to the yacht. He read the name and smiled, leave it to the English to put a French cat on the sea. But he had better things to do, he opened his envelope and found that it didn't just contain 15000 US Dollar, but a total of 20000. He got the car in gear and drove merrily to Agadir, where the battered taxi would vanish between thousands of other ones. He didn't spend a second thought for the pretty young woman. Hassan assumed she was in for an exciting time, but that wasn't his concern, it was just a pity he hadn't been able to get tickets for her concert, he assumed it was her last.

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Lien slowly regained consciousness, the first thing she noticed how badly her arms and shoulders were hurting, held high above her head she seemed to be hanging by them. Also, that she was in utter darkness, some kind of cloth was on her head, being pulled close to her mouth with every breath she took. Whenever she exhaled she felt engulfed by a storm of her own hot breath. And as bad as the pain in her arms and shoulders was, it was the hood that really got to her, giving her a claustrophobic sensation causing her breathing to accelerate.
"Help, please help me!" her shouts created weird metallic echo
"You see I told you the narcotic would be worn off by now." the voice was clearly female and very British. The unseen woman spoke with, what her friends would call a very posh voice. But not a voice she had ever heard before.
"Who are you? what is going on here?" Lien asked trying to keep the panic out of her voice.

Instead of an answer the hood was suddenly pulled from her head. She closed her eyes to shut out the sudden glaring brightness. When she reopened them she found herself eye to eye with a young blonde woman, about her own age. Or actually a bit younger, but the severe white blouse and black skirt she wore made her look more mature. Her blonde hair falling in longe waves to her shoulders.
The only reason their eyes met on the same level was that she was hanging at least a foot above the ground. At five foot nothing, Lien was perfectly used to most people being taller than her.

The blonde grabbed her by the chin, thumb and fingers digging deeply into her cheeks, forcing her to return her gaze to her eyes. They were of a cold blue, and Lien felt a chill as she spoke.
"You are about to embark on the road to your new life, as to who I am that is none of your business. Rest assured I'm one of your betters, so you may address me as Madam."
Lien frowned at this not understanding.
"I don't understand, what is happening here?"

SLAP
The sound of the hand striking her face sounded like a thunderclap.
"Let's get this straight, you speak when spoken too, and you will always address me in the proper form. So let's try this again."
Lien hesitated "What is going on Madam?" hating the situation she was in.
"So you can be taught, that is good. As for an explanation, I have to honor to tell you, somebody has payed a handsome sum to purchase you".
"Purchase? I can't be purchased ..." and after a moment of hesitation "Madam".
"I'd say there you are sadly mistaken my dear, you can and have been bought. But let's see what I'm actually selling here." she held out her hand and said "Peter".

Lien now for the first time saw the huge black man next to her. It was an attribute of the blondes dominant personality, that she hadn't seen the massive form before. Now she saw him handing over a glinting metal object.
When the blonde took it, she saw that it was a pair of safety scissors as EMTs were using to remove an accident victims clothing. And it struck her, that this pair was likely going to be used for the same purpose, just minus the accident, but with a victim, her.

The blonde grabbed the front of her t-shirt and pulled until it slipped out of her jeans. The taking the hem she started cutting upwards, parting the fabric right in the middle of her breasts. Revealing her bra. A pretty modest affair of white silk, more for comfort than sexual allure. Two more cuts along the armholes and her t-shirt fell to the floor.

She felt a hand groping her right breast and heard.
"Hardly anything there, why did you bother with a bra in the first place."
Not even bothering to listen for an answer she proceeded to cut the shoulder straps before inserting the blades in the very modest cleavage.
"Normally I would call for a drum roll, before the big reveal, but there isn't anything to reveal."
The shears closed, and the cups of her bra parted, and the whole affair began falling, but was snatched up by her tormentor
"30A? Seriously I had bigger tits when I was a 13"

Lien flushed crimson at those words. She had always been painfully aware that she was a card-carrying member of the itty bitty titty club.
"Peter do you see those little apples, I'm so glad the price for her was already set before hand, or we could only sell her off to buyers preferring boys."
"I don't know Madam, but some guys like them on the small side." it was the first time the man had spoken, and he did so with a deep voice. Like a rumbling thunder in the far distance.
"Do you like them this small?"
"I still like to be be able to fill these." He held up his hands, that seemed to be the size of small dinner plates.
"My dear Peter, if that is your desired size, I don't think you will find very many homegrown pairs to meet your expectations."
She said it without malice, just as a statement of fact. And as casual as if the comparison of female breasts and their size was a regular topic of conversation.

"Let's have a look at the rest"
"No please don't" Lien was pleading
But it was too late the blonde already pulled the sneakers of her feet, and began cutting up the legs of her jeans. Despite there being no need to actually cut them, Lien felt she was enjoying the destruction of her clothes.
As the jeans fell off her, she heard her say "Oh butterflies on the panties, it's kind of cute. for a little girl like you that is."



Lien whimpered "Why are you doing this?"
"To be honest, it's because you remind me from school, whom I really didn't like. A real stuck up bitch, she looked a lot like you."
"But why me?"
"Oh that, from what I understood you participated in a charitable celebrity auction a couple of months ago."
"Yes it was for the children's cancer foundation. A Mr. Lopes was very generous, and we had dinner" Lien remembered.
"Well let's say Senor Lopez offered a little bit of extra money to make his purchase permanent." the blonde smiled maliciously "You better remember his name, but likely he is going to require you to address him by another name. Master or Sir is rather popular when it comes to slave owners".
"But this is impossible, slavery is no longer a thing." incredulity crept into her voice
"Believe what you want, but let me tell you slaves don't get to wear panties, not even cute ones with butterflies."

She inserted the scissors under the sideband and cut through it causing the whole garment to lose its hold and drop to the floor.
"Look at that Peter, looks like we finally have found some flesh."
The blonde woman grabbed roughly between Lien's legs. Cupping the very fleshy mound of her pudenda and the thick labia. Pinching the soft flesh hard between her fingers.
"I should just call you Cunt, do you mind if i call you Cunt?"
"Yes I do, I'm Lien Tang."
"Well that's settled then Cunt." she squeezed her again and a gasp of pain escaped Lien's mouth
"The only trouble with your cunt is all this fuzz. Gosh have you never heard of a razor before".
The last statement was only a partially an exaggeration, while properly shaped and groomed the strung up woman, was sporting a very thick vee of black curls. But leaving her sex free of hair.
"I like my body as it is" Lien tried to act brave
"Slaves don't get a say in that. Peter hold her legs."
"Yes Madam"

The giant stepped behind Lien, and despite her efforts to kick him, easily grabbed each leg and slid the hands to her knees, pulling her towards him. This had two effects, Lien was pulled against his body, and she felt something warm and hard pressing against her ass. The quite realistic possibility of rape entered her mind. His movement also pulled her knees up and legs apart. Never before in her life had she felt so exposed.

A sudden buzzing noise, forced her to return her eyes to the woman. She held in her hand an instrument that gave away the buzzing sound.
"Don't worry these industrial strength clippers will be perfectly capable of dealing with that nest of hairs. If this doesn't, we still might have to resort to sheep shearing tools."
With that she moved it into Lien's crotch, and dragged it mercilessly over the thick black pelt, leaving a path of destruction in its wake. And very soon all her precious pubic hair had fallen on top of her discarded clothes on the floor.
As Lien looked down she saw herself hairless for the first time since puberty had hit. She saw the fleshy mound and the peeking lips of her sex in the position she had been forced to.

"Ah so much better, believe me you will thank me later for it, nothing is more annoying than having to deal with days worth of dried cum in such a bush. Also, you look so much more approachable without all that nasty hair" she slapped Lien between the splayed legs, causing her again to wince in pain.
"You won't get away with this, people are going to miss me."
"Yes they are, based on the news streams the police of Morocco as well as Interpol have started a massive search for you. But don't worry they won't find a trace." she continued "Peter, the collar please."

The giant let god of Lien's legs and rummaged in a back, he returned to the strung up woman carrying a metal circlet with a hinge. He opened it and put it around her neck, securing it with a padlock, to which he attached the chain, he had brought with him as well.
"Looks like hanging there, leaves Cunt all high and mighty, let's bring her back to earth." she pointed to a metal ring at the floor.
Peter evidently knew what she wanted as he fed the chain through that ring and handing the loose end to his employer. After that he returned to Lien and lifted her bodily up, which allowed him to slip the chain that connected her manacled hands, and pulled it from the ceiling hook. He lowered her to stand on the floor. And initially the relive to her tortured arms and shoulders felt like poor heaven.

The blonde handed him back the chain before she spoke again.
"I was thinking of lower than that. Pull Peter."
As the giant pulled the chain through the ring Lien felt her neck being pulled along, and she had to step ever closer to the ring to not being pulled over. Once she stood over it, and the merciless tug at her neck still continued she started to bend over, her breast swinging freely. The pull continued, and she had to set her feet apart to maintain balance. The position was anything but dignified. But Peter continued pulling at the chain. And realization hit her, she could either get down on her knees, or falling flat on her face. Bringing her down was what the blonde had said, she would have preferred to eat razor wire before kneeling in front of the bitch, but it looked as if that wasn't a decision that was up to her. She lowered herself first to one then the other knee.

"Satisfied you bitch?"
She should have expected the slap to the face, but it still caught her by surprise and hurt even worse than before.
"Until a few seconds ago, it would have sufficed, but your foul mouth didn't serve you well. It's a pity your tits won't offer a lot of cushion for you. More Peter, I'll tell you when to stop."
And the endless pull on the chain continued, forcing her body ever lower onto the floor, until the chain, allowed her less than 4 inches of movement.

"That looks appropriate, Dirt to Dirt as the good book says. Let me explain what is going to happen next. You will stay with us for the next eight days, all of my crew has permission to use your charms as they see fit, as long as it doesn't interferes with their other duties. If you are cooperative, even enthusiastic and inviting, they have permission to provide you with food and water. It's up to you to be deserving of hospitality. Peter I don't want her to soil my deck. make sure her ass is properly emptied, before you leave her tonight. One or two enemas should do the trick. As for you Cunt, I'll look in perhaps tomorrow to see how you are faring. Sleep well".

With that she left the room, and the first full day of captivity began for the young violinist. The tears were flowing freely, but nobody cared, least of all Peter when he rammed a nozzle into her anus.


After a very comfortable night sleep and a very hearty breakfast, Penny, she never thought of herself as Penelope, dressed again in white and black, stepped into the room that housed their guest. The first thing she noticed was the smell. To say the compartment reeked of sex would have been an understatement. The crew evidently had availed themselves of the tiny woman, who now lay crumpled on the floor, the long black hair a wild mess. She could see the flakes of copious amounts of dried cum on legs and ass.

Penny regretted deeply that she was wearing sensible flats on board. She would have given a lot to be able to wake the little bitch with the touch of a high heel to the asshole. As that was not an option, she pushed with her foot a leg to the side, opening Lien to her. Penelope took careful aim and pressed the tip of her shoe into Lien's abused sex, until the woman was stirring.
"No, please don't" she heard a quite murmur.
Penelope pulled her foot back, and locked at the shiny formerly spotless black leather of her shoe and smiled.

She walked around her victim, bent down and began gathering the wild black hair into a severe ponytail.
"Now that you are awake, I just want to make sure I can see all of your pretty face."
While the bone structure of the face was still very pretty, the ski was a mess, a mixture of grime, and apparently a few loads of cum. Penny wondered if somebody would have actually braved putting his dick in that mouth.
"You look like you had a big night, but you are filthy. Even worse I got your filth on my shoes. I know you hadn't had anything to drink yesterday. If you clean my shoes, that doesn't have to remain so today."
She got a hateful glare as an answer.
"You don't have to of course, but I expect another day without water, and you will beg me to piss on you for some liquid." She began walking away as she heard a faint.
"Wait, how shall I clean your shoe?"

Penny didn't answer, she simply placed the foot with the shoe in question right in front of Lien's face. She didn't say a word and just waited.
There was a mixture of defeat and hate in Lien's eyes as she lifted her head the little the chain allowed. Tears began to fill her eyes as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. The tears were flowing freely by the time her tongue made contact with the soft leather. Lien might be hating every second of it, but Penny loved every it. This was so exciting. It took about three minutes of diligent licking until Penny pronounced herself satisfied with the result.

"Well I think you have earned yourself some water. Get on your back!"
"But why?"
"Because I said so, also because you don't want to drink like a dog, lapping out of a bowl, while lying on your belly."
Penny observed with satisfaction, as the diminutive woman, stretched and twisted, almost choking herself to flip her body around, she was breathing heavy from the exertion and lack of oxygen she had experienced. Penny placed a foot between the breasts and took a pose of the great white hunter, or huntress in her case.
"Spread your legs!"
"Why?"
A bit of pressure on the foot.
"Because this is training for your new role in life. Spread those bloody legs."
Lien parted her thighs a few inches.
"You really aren't interested in that water are you?"
Lien pulled her legs up a bit and dropped her knees outward, feeling the sticky lips of her sex parting.
"Remember this pose, whenever somebody steps through that door, the first thing they should see is your needy cunt, ready to be fucked. If they don't, you still will be fucked, but no water will be given."
She went to a nearby sink and poured a glass of water, before returning to her victim. Stepping over her face and lowered herself. Lien had the first just an up-skirt view, and what she had suspected became very soon a certainty, as Penny pulled up her shirt to the waist exposing an entirely hairless pussy. The expression tunnel vision might not have been invented for this occasion, but Lien's whole field of view was soon dominated by the coral flesh between Penny's parted thighs. Minor lips all concealed within, but parting as she lowered herself to Lien's chin.
"Stick your tongue out, this is going to be much better than lapping water out of a bowl."
Lien complied, with her tongue stopping short of her captors presented sex. With horror, she saw Penny pouring the water slowly onto her own mound, and it running down between her pussy lips, to drip past Lien's tongue onto her chin and chest.
With a massive effort Lien raised her head, not caring about the restrictiveness of the collar, pushing her tongue into the wet flesh, diverting the live giving water to her mouth. About half of the glass had been wasted, but she was glad even for the little amount.
"Now isn't that a clever tongue of yours. Let's make a deal, you use that tongue of yours a bit more, and I'll get you a whole bottle of water."

Lien fully understood what was asked of her, the idea of licking this bitch was repulsive to her, but she needed to drink. She had never before engaged in lesbian sex, but she was of course familiar with the general anatomical layout and features. And she assumed that if she stuck to things she liked, it was likely going to work on the bitch as well. Her tongue followed the contours of the lips, seeking the clit, going up and down, occasionally skipping the clit. Making Penny gasp with disappointment. But more and more Penny moved closer to the servicing tongue, allowing it to enter between her labia, now swollen and red with the excitement. Penny felt her knees trembling and a ground shaking orgasm shot through her body. Something not lost on Lien, as Penny was what is known as a squirter, coating Lien's face and some of her hair in sticky juices.
"Well wasn't that nice" Penny commented as she stood up seeing the utter disgust in Lien's face.
"I'll have somebody bring you your water, and hose you down, at least from the chest downward. As for your face, I like it like it is, shows some good use.


Penny ordered the bottle of water to be sent to Lien, with a little twist, the bottle neck was screwed into a 6-inch hollow dildo. For the next 5 days all the water Lien was ever able to get was requiring her to suck on said dildo. Her other orifices getting similar attention as before.


On the sixth day of the voyage Penny was again in the compartment and contemplated what to do about the black fuzz sprouting again on Lien's mound. She thought waxing might get a rise out of the woman, who had become rather apathetic over the last few days. As she suddenly heard the sound of automatic weapon fire. A sound so alarming as she knew that there were no guns aboard, and the shots where fired on board of the yacht.

Before she could do anything the door to the cabin flew open and a medium sized man with a Kalashnikov rifle was stepping through the door, the barrel aimed straight at Penny.
"Stay still and keep very quiet."
Penny complied, there was no point in trying to rush the man and getting killed a couple of times, before she would even make half of the distance. The man was dressed in jeans and t-shirt, dark haired and in need of a shave. Except for that he looked like any other Central American male she had ever seen. Including the habits, she could tell he was already stripping her in his mind. Penny heard another burst of gun fire, that couldn't bode well for Parker and the rest of her crew. Those were evidently local pirates, not the greatest news for her.

A few minutes later a second man was joining her captor, fairly similar in appearance except for a red bandana around his neck and more of a beer belly. Last they were joined by a man clad in black, a shoulder holster holding a large nickel plated automatic. He moved with natural authority and the grace of a panther.
"Looks like you have hit the jackpot Gonzalez" his voice was smooth and melodious.
He turned towards Penny "The keys to her collar, where is it?"
Penny looked over to the key at a wall hook, it had amused her to keep it close but out of range for Lien.
"Pedro, please unlock Miss Tang."
The second man, Pedro apparently did as he was told, Penny was more concerned about the fact that the man in black had called Lien by name. This didn't look like a typical pirate attack at all.

Pedro helped the naked woman to her feet, and she looked at the dark clad man "Do I know you?"
"Alejandro Vega, at your service Miss Tang, I was sent out to rescue you."
"Thank you, Mr. Vega" she said shakily
"You will need something to wear" Vega started
"Yes that is true." Lien suddenly smiled and there was a strange tone in her voice when she continued "I want her clothes. Get her to strip."
"You heard the lady, off with your clothes."
"Go to hell." was all Penny answered
"Gonzalez, when you shoot her, aim for the legs, no point putting holes in those clothes."
Gonzalez brought the rifle to his shoulders lowering his aim.
"Okay you made your point."

Penny started unbuttoning her white blouse, revealing her bra clad chest. Throwing the blouse at Lien's feet. Without a hesitation she unhooked the bra and revealed two very well shaped and developed breasts, tipped by big pink nipples? She drew the bra at Lien's chest "Here something for you to get lost in."
Lien ignored the insult, and busied herself putting on the blouse, as it was tailored to a more generous chest she just tied it in a knot. Once she was done, she just had time to see Penny kicking off her shows, and stepping out of the skirt. Standing now entirely naked in front of the men. To her absolute surprise she found that the skirt did actually fit her, even if it was a bit longer on her than the previous owner. Shoes wouldn't fit, but that was fine with her, she never needed to see those again.

"Mr. Vega, this woman has constantly abused and humiliated me for the last 6 days. I hate to see her standing there still feeling proud."
"I see, on your knees bitch!"
Penny considered disobeying, just for the principle, but all it would earn her was a split lip instead of a stiff upper one.
She lowered herself onto her knees and looked Lien straight in the eyes "Does this make you feel better cunt?"
Perhaps not the best strategy as she was kicked viciously against her thigh by the smaller woman.


Lien kicked the cuffs she had worn for so long over to Pedro "Put those on her."
Pedro obeyed cuffing Penny's hands behind her back, which did very interesting things to her chest, something not lost at the men. Gonzalez grabbed his crotch adjusting the seat of his pants.
"Mr. Vega, if it isn't to big an imposition, do you think your men would perhaps enjoy this bitch? She was telling me for days about controlling my gag reflex, perhaps she can show me."

"My pleasure senora" Gonzalez said unzipping his pants and pulling Penny by her long blonde hair onto his cock. Ramming it in all the way and began face fucking her in earnest.
"No this won't do, Mr. Vega, do you have a knife I could use for a moment."
Vega looked uncertain for a moment, before handing her a spring-loaded stiletto.
Lien stepped behind Penny and gathered her hair also like a ponytail, but instead of binding it cutting it off.
"I just want to make sure I can see all of your pretty face." it felt so good slinging those words back at her former tormentor.
Gonzalez was gasping and shouted "Here it comes, you better swallow."
Lien suddenly grabbed the short hair and pulled Penny's head backwards "No, cum on her face, perhaps that will take care of her smugness."
And Gonzalez delivered as ordered. Several thick strands of cum lay on Penny's cheek, nose and close to her left eye.
"Let's see how well those big tits of yours act as a cushion" She pushed Penny forward, and the younger woman fell, with no chance of arresting her fall.

She felt Lien pulling her ass cheeks apart and simply ordering "Next" and her requests were eagerly followed. Over the next hours Penny kept hearing the word next, with one of her orifices exposed, and always a cock to fill her.

After two hours of everlasting onslaught she heard Vegas voice "Have Mercy Miss Tang."
"With that bitch? Never".
"I wasn't thinking of her, but of me and my men, we are utterly spent."
"Just when her holes are all filled so well with cum. Would you hand me those please."
Penny had no idea what Lien was talking about, Vega apparently did. Because soon after she felt something big pressing against the entrance of her pussy, spreading her open wide and filling her to bursting. Soon thereafter she cried out in pain as the same sensation happened to her ass. She felt full as she had never before, not even when fucked with double penetration.

After a few minutes of agony, the intrusive objects were ripped with a swift and painful motion out of her orifices. Lien dropped two objects in front of Penny's face. It was her shoes, covered half in cum, just as far as Lien had been able to press them in.
"I think you know what to do with your precious shoes. I wonder if you can taste which was where."
She placed her foot in Penny's neck as the blonde woman started licking her filthy shoes clean.

"Oh and just before I go, there was something else you had threatened me with."
Penny suddenly felt a trickle of warm liquid in her neck, running over her hair and down her face. It stopped as soon as it had begun. "I really should have drunk more the last couple of days. That was far to short for all the things you have done to me."
"Miss Tang, I think it is time for us to leave."
"Yes of course Mr. Vega."
They left a tied Penny, covered in cum and pissed on the floor of the cabin.

Penny listened to the sound of another boat leaving, and began crying for a few minutes before she regained control over herself. There was nobody here to rescue her, so she better got her ass in motion and rescue herself.

After a lot of trying she managed to get first her knees under herself and then standing up, she slowly walked towards the door where she saw a ghost. This was impossible he must be dead. At that she collapsed right into the ready arms of Parker. He picked her up like a doll and carried her in his arms to her cabin, where he laid her on her bed, unlocked the cuffs and pulled a blanket over her exhausted form.


The next morning she woke up, like from a strange dream, except that her whole body ached, and her pussy felt like it had been battered with a cricket bat. She was filthy, but a hot shower took care of that problem. She dressed in a light summer dress and went on search for answers and Parker. He better had some good ones, or she would feed him to the sharks, and she didn't mean that figuratively.

She found him in the lounge, that doubled as office, talking animatedly into a satellite phone.
"Yes she is awake now, and here. And looking into her eyes, I think my life is in danger." after a pause "Yes will do."
He held out the phone towards Penny "It's for you Lady Penelope."
Half dazed she took the phone and held it to her ear "Hello"
"Good morning my child" the voice on the other side was downright chipper
"Grandmother, is that you?"
"Whom else did you expect?"
"What the hell is going on here?" Penny almost yelled, but controlled herself in the last moment.
"Please control your language young lady, this is no way to talk to your elders. This was meant to be a learning experience, you have forced Parker to take you on this trip, exposing yourself to an unnecessary risk. He objected to you strong-arming him, and he came to me. I agreed with his assessment."

"Do you know what they did to me?"
"Nothing leaving permanent harm, that is what I had asked for."
"They cut my hair off."
"Oh dear how nasty, they likely also raped you."
"Yes and that bitch Lien Tang got away, most likely with her bloody fiddle as well."
"Yes Parker had confirmed that, the bank also confirmed the receipt of the 2.5 Million Dollar."
"What?"
"The men Miss Tang followed so willingly, were Senor Lopez pick up crew. I assume they preferred a lot having her come willingly. By my best guess she is currently being reintroduced to Senor Lopez."

Penelope was speechless, at such cold calculation, there was still a lot she had to learn to be a match for her own grandmother. She had been played like a violin.
"Let's head home Parker."
"Yes Lady Penelope"

the End

[Shocker]

@peterfrisk just in case you are interested in another story of the T&A.

[RapeU]

It feels like I remember this story from TBV. I think it was a contest entry. I remember liking that Lien Tang had small tits and was humiliated by it. It added a bit of spice to the story to not have a drop dead gorgeous character with large tits as a victim.

[Shocker]

It feels like I remember this story from TBV. I think it was a contest entry. I remember liking that Lien Tang had small tits and was humiliated by it. It added a bit of spice to the story to not have a drop dead gorgeous character with large tits as a victim.

Yes I think it was a contest entry, I’m actually concerned if I need to put more tags up here. It’s one of the few stories I use pee in. But it felt a wasted opportunity, to not use the threatened action in the revenge. Also want to shake Penny’s self assured way a bit, but I’m far too fond of the character.

[Lucius]

Yes I think it was a contest entry, I’m actually concerned if I need to put more tags up here. It’s one of the few stories I use pee in.

There's the mandatory length tag lacking, yeah. Looks like Medium. Speaking with the green hat off -- as a reader, I'd prefer pee and faeces marked as such.

[Shocker]

Yes I think it was a contest entry, I’m actually concerned if I need to put more tags up here. It’s one of the few stories I use pee in.

There's the mandatory length tag lacking, yeah. Looks like Medium. Speaking with the green hat off -- as a reader, I'd prefer pee and faeces marked as such.

Fixed, sometimes I have problems with tags that I click, not moving to the list.

[Blue]

@Schocker.
I would also like to make a lot of money quickly someday.

[Shocker]

@Schocker.
I would also like to make a lot of money quickly someday.

Who wouldn’t? Regrettably most of the options are illegal or immoral, at the T&A even both. Open to applications.

[Lucius]

The Strad must be the only thing to get off the boat unscathed. That crime family dynamics...

[peterfrisk]

Happy to find another story involving T&A. Thank you.
Maybe one day we will see a whole new T&A universe evolving? Hope so.