From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Little Ling Gets Abused 2 of 2   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
      
       Ling sat before the mirror in the bathroom sobbing. She pulled the   
   comb through her hair and despite a lengthy shower still found the comb   
   pulling bits of shit from her hair. "What a worthless person..." she   
   said to herself. "You are lower than an eater of garbage now. You are an   
   eater of human wastes." Her eyes cast down at the beautiful clothes laid   
   out for her choice of things to wear. "At least I now look like the   
   princess in my dreams." she consoled herself. But the hard job lay ahead   
   of her. She must now go and recruit other girls her age, seduce them   
   with money, bring them here for Lady Anne to reduce to as low a person   
   as Ling had become. Ling blushed at the though. How would she admit to   
   her friends that her knew found wealth came at such a price? And if they   
   too were seduced by the money, would she not be guilty as Lady Anne of   
   their dishonor?   
      
        Ling steeled her nerve. Dressing in the richest gown of highest   
   value of the six laid out for her, she left the bathroom to join Lady   
   Anne for Breakfast, which was being served in the drawing room of the   
   Hotel suite.   
      
       "You are looking much refreshed." Anne mused. "Feel better now that   
   you are ‘clean' again?"   
      
      "Ling not clean in here." The young girl pointed to her heart. "Ling   
   is as you call..toilet girl now. Always unclean, always dishonored."   
      
       Anne munched casually on a bit of roast pork on her gilded plate. "Oh   
   well, you look a hell of a lot better than when I found you yesterday   
   begging in the gutter. I suggest you learn to live with guilt. Its good   
   for your bottom line."   
      
       Ling didn't know what that meant, but she guessed at the callousness   
   of Anne's tone, it meant get to work and don't complain. Ling rose   
   without eating any of the food laid out before her.   
   "Ling go now to find more girls for Lady Anne. This Ling's place. This   
   Ling's new face. Ling is girl agent for Great lady Anne. Ling must   
   honor."   
      
       Ling was shown to the hotel lobby by the same 16 year old maid that   
   the previous evening had served Lady Anne's sexual needs.   
      
      "I am Quan." The teen told Ling as they descended in the elevator.   
   "You are hired by the American? She pays well and treats well, but takes   
   away all dignity" She spoke in the Asian language both girls knew. "I   
   too have lost face. I am now little more than a whore."   
      
      Ling hardened her eyes at the familiarity of this woman still in a   
   maid uniform, to speak such to Ling  who now was a hotel guest. "Mind   
   your tongue and save it for the private parts of Lady Anne!" Ling   
   snapped. "I have no interest in discussing your business arrangements. I   
   have my own yoke to bear."   
      
      The elevator opened and Ling walked briskly across the lobby of the   
   hotel, her face crimson. She wondered how much of the staff already knew   
   what she had done this morning. Probably all of them. The door man   
   smiled politely and opened the entry, the same man who the day before   
   had insulted her as she begged for money. The staff may find the little   
   girl lowest of the low, but they were showing her the respect only money   
   can buy.   
      
      A cab was standing by ready to escort Ling wherever she wanted to go.   
   Anne had arranged an all day driver. The man stood by the cab door   
   bowing to Ling. "Good Morning Lady Miss." he spoke politely. "Where does   
   the Lady wish to be taken today?"   
      
      Ling sat in the back seat as the driver pulled away into the traffic,   
   honking and being honked at in the busy chaotic streets. "Take me to   
   Lapianao." Ling said distinctly, trying out her new power. At least this   
   job had it's perks.   
      
       Lapianao was the squatter section of the city near the dump where the   
   poorest of the poor scratched out subsistence; begging, scrounging for   
   refuse, or in many cases the dens of nefarious criminal activities such   
   as  pick pockets, murder for hire, and prostitutes. This was also where   
   Ling lived. As the taxi came to a stop along the narrow alley of   
   cardboard and tac hovels, the stand-bys began to gather around in   
   curiosity to see who was coming to visit this place of last resort.   
      
   Ling stepped from the cab, which remanded idling, awaiting her next   
   destination. The driver eyed the locals suspiciously lest one rob him or   
   steal the tires while his back was turned for 30 seconds.   
      
       "Look!" The murmur went up. "Its Ling Ang! Look how she is dressed!   
   She comes in a cab!" the entire grapevine network of whispers went into   
   motion and within 2 minutes everyone with a 12 block radius knew that   
   the little orphan beggar had returned mysteriously wealthy.   
      
      Ling didn't answer the barrage of questioned posed her by the   
   stand-bys. She ignored the stares and the sudden flurry of attention.   
   She turned instead to her friend Swe, a 10 year old beggar girl of   
   similar circumstance to herself. "Swe, go and find girls for me between   
   6 and 12, none yet in bloom of womanhood. You come too. Meet me at the   
   Jeein Kitchen at noon time. I buy lunch for 20 girls and offer you a   
   chance of a lifetime. Tell none of these standbys. I want us beggar   
   girls alone. None other may hear." Ling whispered in her ear. "And only   
   ask girls who are pretty."   
      
       Ling got back into the cab and pulled away. In her mind she saw Swe   
   going to the others like herself whispering her words. How the Lapianao   
   neighborhood must be bursting with envy and curiosity. By not saying   
   what was going on her reputation was at least for now salvaged. The   
   rumors would go on for some time but none would guess the truth of it.   
      
      The cab pulled up in front of the Jeein Kitchen. This was a restaurant   
   in the slightly less ratty section of town, that many beggar children   
   came to for table scraps. The owner was a bit kinder than many other of   
   his class. He made more of an effort to give the children who came to   
   him food without treating them like dogs. Still, he could ill afford to   
   be totally charitable. The want and need in this country would soon   
   bankrupt him in the ensuing crush of begging hands.   
      
       Ling walked into the front door, more accustomed to going to the   
   back, Jeein stood there bowing to the obviously wealthy patron, though   
   only a little girl.   
      
      "Jeein, it is me, Ling Ang." She said.   
      
      "Ling? The girl who comes with her friends to the backdoor? What has   
   become of you? Did you find a rich uncle?" the Old man opened his eyes   
   widely in surprise.   
      
      "You could say that." Ling downcast her eyes. "Jeein, I need to use   
   your back room for a meeting of the beggar girls who frequent your back   
   door. They are coming here for lunch. Naturally I will pay you in   
   advance. Its a private affair. You must leave the food for 20 on the   
   table, and make yourself away for our privacy. Its business."   
      
      
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