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- May 8, 2011
The hotel pool had been empty, but her modeling agency had made sure that it was Olympic length, so she could keep her her training up, even when doing her next shoot for Runa, the sport and lifestyle brand dominating the market. It was a collaboration between the athletic conglomerate and an international magazine based in Yareli City affectionately known as New City by its natives. It was the second out of a total of four shoots over as many days, and their third campaign together with the swimming star. She produced the results, but it was her catalogue-ready looks that brought in the real revenue for her sponsors.
Too bad for Ash, that it also brought the attention of men who were ambitious about their collection of women. Yareli in particular had a gathering of criminals used to getting what they wanted. Her itinerary was rather known, and what details may be hidden behind some respectful secrecy by her agency and Runa agents, were reveled by her social media posts, if you were clever enough to put two and two together. That, coupled with on-the-ground resources, made anything possible.
Ashely Smith, cold beauty and starlet with a couple of world records, would not be showing up to her photoshoot.
During a turn at the end of the pool a man had jumped in with her, out of nowhere, capturing her head in a bag along with a lot of water. She could worry about drowning as she was dragged up and out. She'd pressed to the tiled floor while the water poured out, affording her air but no more sight than before. Her wrists would be ziptied behind her back. All in whatever bathingsuit she'd chosen. One of the last choices she'd get to make for herself. The air was cold, she could guess she was taken outside. And then tossed into a carseat and roughly driven for what likely felt like an eternity to the distressed, fit young woman.
More unceremonious handling later, and she'd be thrown onto a mattress. The lack of spring and dull sound would let her know it was just that, not a bedframe, but just a stale layer between her an the floor. She was free to move around, however effectively she could with her hands bound and without her vision. The floor was rough, concrete, with the occasional crack, and the walls were the same. If she was studious and relentless in feeling the surfaces, she'd eventually discover the heavy metal of a door and doorframe. And the awkward, hollow sound of a bucket when she kicked it over in a corner, rattling against the drain directly next to it.
Soon she'd hear that door groan open. The hinges were well oiled, at least.
Kian Io Wuen was the leader of one of the Xuy triad's outfits in New City. His operation wasn't too widespread into the sales of contraband, though you couldn't really survive without some of those sales. He instead was passionate about expanding his own interests. Which were his whorehouses. This, though, wasn't that. This tucked away building in the slums of Yareli was an Import House. A place to introduce and train your new girls. A waystation for the women who'd been "gathered" overseas and the rest of the country, to become working girls that helped men with their biological frustrations, here, in Kian's home town.
He was excited to see Ashely, and made sure he'd welcome her personally. It had seemed like a difficult task, not worth the trouble, but when her agency had booked a hotel on the Triad take, it had been crazy not to orchestrate the taking of an international star and budding sex symbol for his own houses. Kian meant to be a name within the sex industry of an already prolific trade in Yareli, and Ashley Smith would definitely be helpful with that. In the end she'd be swimming in more cum than water.
He made sure the door was closed behind him, and he lifted her up by her waist, like she was nothing, wherever she found herself in the room, and tossed her onto the dirty mattress again. He sat between her legs, her head in the corner against the wall, when he finally pulled the bag off. The room se saw was bathed in light from reinforced glass covering stark pipelight in the ceiling. She could look around at the design of the room, and see the stains and meek options of getting out, or she could look at the male in front of her.
Young for his post, Kian had trademark east asian features. He ate well, and beating and killing all night had his features fit, close to the skin of his skull. Black eyes and black hair. Red lips and a black shirt on, rolled up since he was going to do some work on her. Vanity had three buttons undone, to bare his throat. He smiled, handsome for someone who would essentially be her personal demon. His pushed harder with his hips against hers, spreading her legs more and wedging her tighter into the corner. His hand dragged over her stomach to gather the last of the drops of chlorinated water. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.
"Welcome Ash. I'm a big fan. Not so much of your swimming but I like it when your swimsuit wedges up your ass when you come out of the water." he said with a grin and then smeared the saliva on his fingers on her cheek. It would feel like him marking her as his own. "You're starting your new life today. And you're going to have good use of the fact that your can hold your breath, and that your body's strong." he informed her, petting her ontop of her head. She couldn't see all of Kian now, but by his torso and arms, and the length of his neck, she would be right to assume he was a tall tormentor.
Too bad for Ash, that it also brought the attention of men who were ambitious about their collection of women. Yareli in particular had a gathering of criminals used to getting what they wanted. Her itinerary was rather known, and what details may be hidden behind some respectful secrecy by her agency and Runa agents, were reveled by her social media posts, if you were clever enough to put two and two together. That, coupled with on-the-ground resources, made anything possible.
Ashely Smith, cold beauty and starlet with a couple of world records, would not be showing up to her photoshoot.
During a turn at the end of the pool a man had jumped in with her, out of nowhere, capturing her head in a bag along with a lot of water. She could worry about drowning as she was dragged up and out. She'd pressed to the tiled floor while the water poured out, affording her air but no more sight than before. Her wrists would be ziptied behind her back. All in whatever bathingsuit she'd chosen. One of the last choices she'd get to make for herself. The air was cold, she could guess she was taken outside. And then tossed into a carseat and roughly driven for what likely felt like an eternity to the distressed, fit young woman.
More unceremonious handling later, and she'd be thrown onto a mattress. The lack of spring and dull sound would let her know it was just that, not a bedframe, but just a stale layer between her an the floor. She was free to move around, however effectively she could with her hands bound and without her vision. The floor was rough, concrete, with the occasional crack, and the walls were the same. If she was studious and relentless in feeling the surfaces, she'd eventually discover the heavy metal of a door and doorframe. And the awkward, hollow sound of a bucket when she kicked it over in a corner, rattling against the drain directly next to it.
Soon she'd hear that door groan open. The hinges were well oiled, at least.
Kian Io Wuen was the leader of one of the Xuy triad's outfits in New City. His operation wasn't too widespread into the sales of contraband, though you couldn't really survive without some of those sales. He instead was passionate about expanding his own interests. Which were his whorehouses. This, though, wasn't that. This tucked away building in the slums of Yareli was an Import House. A place to introduce and train your new girls. A waystation for the women who'd been "gathered" overseas and the rest of the country, to become working girls that helped men with their biological frustrations, here, in Kian's home town.
He was excited to see Ashely, and made sure he'd welcome her personally. It had seemed like a difficult task, not worth the trouble, but when her agency had booked a hotel on the Triad take, it had been crazy not to orchestrate the taking of an international star and budding sex symbol for his own houses. Kian meant to be a name within the sex industry of an already prolific trade in Yareli, and Ashley Smith would definitely be helpful with that. In the end she'd be swimming in more cum than water.
He made sure the door was closed behind him, and he lifted her up by her waist, like she was nothing, wherever she found herself in the room, and tossed her onto the dirty mattress again. He sat between her legs, her head in the corner against the wall, when he finally pulled the bag off. The room se saw was bathed in light from reinforced glass covering stark pipelight in the ceiling. She could look around at the design of the room, and see the stains and meek options of getting out, or she could look at the male in front of her.
Young for his post, Kian had trademark east asian features. He ate well, and beating and killing all night had his features fit, close to the skin of his skull. Black eyes and black hair. Red lips and a black shirt on, rolled up since he was going to do some work on her. Vanity had three buttons undone, to bare his throat. He smiled, handsome for someone who would essentially be her personal demon. His pushed harder with his hips against hers, spreading her legs more and wedging her tighter into the corner. His hand dragged over her stomach to gather the last of the drops of chlorinated water. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.
"Welcome Ash. I'm a big fan. Not so much of your swimming but I like it when your swimsuit wedges up your ass when you come out of the water." he said with a grin and then smeared the saliva on his fingers on her cheek. It would feel like him marking her as his own. "You're starting your new life today. And you're going to have good use of the fact that your can hold your breath, and that your body's strong." he informed her, petting her ontop of her head. She couldn't see all of Kian now, but by his torso and arms, and the length of his neck, she would be right to assume he was a tall tormentor.