Duped into Sex Slavery in Asia - Sex Stories

Duped into Sex Slavery in Asia

... eyes seemed almost reptilian. He spoke perfunctorily to her two escorts and then he dismissed them.

Next, Cassie was driven to an attractive house in a residential district. As she sat in the back seat of the sedan she kept looking out at the buildings and trees. The mirrors on the telephone poles to alert another driver of a car in a narrow alley amazed her. When they arrived at the destination and Cassie was taken inside, she was impressed with the simple elegance of the place. This was the brothel, but it was very different from what she knew in Bangkok.

And there is where Noriko held court. This was the Chrysanthemum House. The Japanese consider the orderly unfolding of the chrysanthemum’s petals to represent perfection and Noriko Maeda strove hard to make the house the best brothel in Kyoto. She was in her fifties and an imposing heavy-set woman. She was famous for her iron will and was highly regarded by the men of the family. She spoke some English. Around her were a small army of flunkies.

Cassie was immediately impressed with the business-like atmosphere and the manner of the Japanese compared to the Thais. When Cassie was brought in to Noriko, the older woman crooked her finger at her and motioned for her to sit on a cushion on the floor in front of her. Maeda was seated at a Western style desk.

“I have your file...here,” she said pointing down to papers on the desk. “Were you treated well by Yoshida San and Ito San,” she said without looking at man who ...

... stood behind Cassie against the wall.

“Yes.”

“Let me explain your employment here. Your contract has been purchased. I have a report of your performance in Bangkok. You will be expected to work hard here. You understand?”

“Y...yes... But I...I’m Australian...Will I ever be allowed to go home,” asked Cassie with a tremor in her voice?

Noriko smiled. “You may in time earn your freedom. But for now, you are a working girl. You understand?”

“I...I...uh...I guess so...”

“No guess. You must obey. If you do not obey, you will be punished. You understand?”

“Y...yes.”

Cassie now knew that she was going to be in similar straits as she had been in Bangkok. If anything, these people, the same folks who had become so dominant in international business since World War II, were going to be very hard taskmasters indeed.

Chapter 2

The Handler

A few moments later, a flunky escorted two men into the room. One was older, in his fifties and other was a young man in his early thirties.

“This is Hayashi Sensei. He is in charge of punishment if you disobey.”

Cassie stole a peek at the older man. He seemed like a nice Japanese father type or even a grandfather. He had a meek mien about him. The truth was that all the girls of the Chrysanthemum House shivered whenever his name was mentioned. The other man was young and virile...medium tall with even features. Maeda introduced him next...

“This is Sato San. He is your “handler,” she said by way of introduction. ...