Anonymous - The Family Haven

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!