"You may straighten yourself from the knees," Carla told the helpless girl. As soon as Mei-Ling had done so, the older woman thrust an instant picture before her eyes. "Do you know what this is?" she demanded.
Mei-Ling went pale as she saw, before her, a photograph of herself kneeling, naked, before the half-clad figure of her employer, with his stiff cock half in her mouth. The photo was so sharp that the hollowing of her cheeks was undeniable. "Ya… ya… yes," she managed to stammer.
"I wonder if you really do?" Carla asked. "This is more than just a picture of you sucking my husband's cock, Mei-Ling. It's undeniable proof that you have committed an act that is still considered a felony in this state. If anyone saw this picture, it would mean you could not receive political asylum in America, that you would have to be deported to Taiwan."
A shudder coursed through the diminutive girl's body as she realized her giving a blow-job had only sunk her deeper into the claws of the people she worked for.
"You wouldn't like that, would you, Mei-Ling?" Carla teased cruelly. "Being sent home, I mean?"
"Nooo," the diminutive Chinese girl moaned in reply.
"I didn't think so," Carla answered. "So, I presume you'll do as I tell you to avoid having this picture shown to the authorities?"
"It seems I must," Mei-Ling mumbled resignedly.
"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" Carla murmured. "Raise your arms over your head," she ordered as she moved behind the kneeling girl. Although Mei-Ling feared what would happen when she did so, she obeyed, for she feared what her refusal would bring more.
As soon as her arms were raised, she felt metal close around her wrists with dull snaps. Still, she knelt submissively, her head bowed and her eyes on the floor. Then she saw Carla's highly polished boots move into her field of vision. "Mei-Ling," she heard the other woman say, "I'm going to give you a choice: I will free you and let you try running to somewhere you can hide while the authorities look for you, if you wish."
It wasn't the magnanimous offer that it appeared to be, for it was Friday evening and the banks were closed, which meant that Mei-Ling would have to go without funds. She was the only Chinese person in town and had no friends she could turn to for shelter until Tuesday morning when the banks opened after a holiday. And Mei-Ling was afraid to try finding shelter among her own people. Any community where there were enough Chinese that the American authorities couldn't locate her would be covered by agents of the government of Taiwan, who would know who she was and arrange for her secret return to stand trial.
"What is the other choice?" she whimpered, her eyes still on the floor, her arms still high above her head.
"All the assistance that the MacLoud fortune and my family's connections can bring, if you should be discovered to be in the country illegally," Carla answered. "But, there is a price for assistance."
"What?" Mei-Ling asked, although she knew she was going to pay it. No matter what the price, it couldn't be too high to avoid being returned to Taiwan for trial and imprisonment, or death.
"I'm what's called a sadist," Carla answered. "Do you know what that means?" Without giving the girl a chance to reply, the tall, svelte blonde continued: "That means that Harrison didn't quite tell you the truth earlier. It means I do suck his cock, but I don't allow him to finish. Instead, when I suck on his cock, I might do it for half an hour or longer, until it's torture."
"But then, you see, Harrison is my slave. I can torture him if I want to. He agreed to that, when his only other choice was death at my hands."
"That's the price you'll have to pay, if you don't want to be turned over to the authorities: you can become another of my slaves, someone to whom I can do whatever I wish, as long as it amuses me."
Mei-Ling's stomach lurched, but she whispered: "I will be your slave."
"Truly?" Carla teased. "I will be cruel to you. I will use you, and allow others to use you. You will be taught to do anything I say, simply because I say it. It won't matter what you want. Or what you feel. Only my desires will have any importance in your life."
"I will truly be your slave," Mei-Ling answered. "I have no choice. I know what will happen to me if I am returned to my own land: I will be forced to satisfy the men employed by my government. I have known women who were charged with lesser crimes than I who killed themselves rather than continue to allow their bodies to be subjected to the demands of man after man after man; thirty or forty at a time, one right after the other." She shuddered. "Your cruelty can not begin to equal that with which I would be treated if I were returned to Taiwan."
"Very well," Carla agreed. "Prove your slavedom by bending down and kissing my feet."
With tears starting to stream down her face again, Mei-Ling did so. And, once she had pressed her lips to both of Carla's boots, when she was ordered to remove them and kiss the other woman's feet again, she obeyed that order, too.
"Move closer, Mei-Ling," the haughty blonde commanded. The hapless girl shuffled forward until her belly was almost to the edge of the chaise lounge. Then Carla tangled one hand in Mei-Ling's hair and forced her head back. Wantonly she pressed her mouth to the handcuffed girl's, her tongue pushing into the interior of the other woman's mouth. As she explored the depths of the hot, dry oral cavity, Carla ran her free hand over the helpless girl's body, fondling her tits until her nipples swelled again, then caressing her cunt until Mei-Ling snorted in reaction to the lewd treatment.
"Undress me, Mei-Ling," Carla commanded at that point, taking both of her hands away from the younger woman's trembling body. It was all the Oriental beauty could do to avoid sobbing, so high had the desire within her been driven by Carla's licentious hands. But she suspected that to reveal the heights of her arousal would be a mistake. So she bit her lower lip to stifle a groan of regret that the knowing hands were no longer working their insidious magic on her virginal body and set about complying with Carla's wish.
Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned the high-collared blouse and drew it off the other woman's shoulders and down her arms. Beneath the blouse, Carla wore a low-cut bra that displayed her generous tits to perfection. Mei-Ling had to twist to get her hands on the hooks of the strapless garment, but she managed to unfasten it.
"Do you think I have good tits, Mei-Ling?" Carla asked, her eyes laughing at the other woman's discomfort.
"Yes, I suppose you do," was the reply.
Without warning, Carla slapped Mei-Ling across the mouth. "From now on, when you address me, you will call me Mistress," she snapped. "And, when I ask you a question, I expect a straight answer, not what you 'suppose'. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Mistress," the Chinese girl whimpered. She wanted to touch her fingers to her smarting lip but forced her hands to remain where they were.
"Now, do you think I have good tits?" Carla demanded.
It took all the will she could muster to do so, but Mei-Ling raised her eyes and looked at the other woman's naked torso. Carla's tits, while generous were still dainty. They looked as if they belonged with her slender frame, not like Mei-Ling's own tits, which seemed to have been intended for another, larger woman.
Mei-Ling ran her eyes critically over the other's tits, which seemed to have been intended for another, larger woman.
Mei-Ling ran her eyes critically over the other's tits. As she looked at them, she had to admit that they were good. In fact, her voice bespoke her truthfulness when she said: "I think you have beautiful tits, Mistress."