First up .. very little sex ....Secondly .. I always indent for paragraphs ..lately this has been erased ...also question marks appear were punctuation is suppose to be ... ???
....... it has been stated: ...ask an intelligent eight year old their opinion of Adult’s and the answer will most likely be; ‘a dangerous fool you cannot tell the truth to.’
May-Ling was from a well off family. May-Ling’s family lived in a walled off neighbourhood called Walton Estates. There are 128 households in this neighbourhood. May-Ling is of Chinese ethnicity, but born American. May-Ling has several friends her age but Billy and Kevin are her closest friends. Billy was born on this side of the pond; his parents are English. Billy’s parents were well off also, old money as they say.
Kevin was the tallest of May-Ling’s friends. His family had moved here from Australia a few years back, Kevin’s dad is a computer genius and makes huge dollars.
May-Ling, Billy, and Kevin are all ‘only children’ in very successful families, and all eight years of age with birthdays only a few weeks apart. They had talked about this and agreed that this commonality was significant in their becoming such close friends. They also all attended an exclusive school; Crandall Private School. They are all about a half a year ahead of where they should be in schooling. What happened in their private lives forced them to forge an alliance; to plot, to subvert, and to take proactive action against the very people they should admire; their fathers; or not.
In this piece of protected real-estate there are parties every weekend at one house or another. Twice a year these respected families would throw a major shindig at Community Centre. The community center was not your typical community hall. This building had everything one can imagine. May-Ling Cheung; Billy T. Budd, and Kevin S Shadier' dad's where all involved in erecting this community building. The two major parties served in a business promotional manner as well as a vehicle for drunken behaviour, and all that can lead to, in this case rape. These two parties are held six months apart, one in late June on the first Saturday after school is out, and before many go away for summer. The second was held the second Saturday of December. It was at this particular gathering for pre-festive celebrating that an incident occurred, and subsequent events, which prompted these young people to move in different directions.
May-Ling had news, she knew her father forbade her from attending these parties, but she was sure he would want to hear the news. His mother was ill back in China and may be dying. May had run the four blocks to the Community Center. She stopped to rest a minute and survey the festivities from afar. The parking lot was full, adults were yelling and drinking openly, which she knew was illegal but these people thought they were above the law; her father did.
May-Ling walked quietly to the edge of the tree’s which surrounded this centre.
‘Wow”, she thought; there are a lot of people here. How am I going to find my dad?
May-Ling headed for the main entrance dodging thru parked vehicles, getting the odd strange look from adults. One old guy even offered her a drink. May declined and laughed to herself; ‘ADULTS’. May-Ling was near the half way point in her navigation toward the main entrance when she spotted three men and a woman going up the side steps in a darkened part of the Community Centre.
She was sure one was her dad so she headed in that direction. When May-Ling arrived at the door it was locked. May-Ling knew another way so she ran toward the main entrance scurrying past drunken adults. May-Ling ran past several small groups of adults and was approaching another group when their conversation caught her attention.
“Where’s Chuck, Fred?”
“He’s passed out in the lounge; I think its Mary’s turn tonight. Mike.”
“Mary, fuck man, this has got to stop.”
“What can we do, they’ve got us by the balls. They can ruin any one of us and they know it.”
................... At that moment May-Ling ran past the men in huddle.
“Whoa, go easy kid.” .....May–Ling kept going, but kept listening.
“Who’s the cute little girl Mike?”
“May, the big bosses girl.” .............. “Looks like she is heading toward her father; God sends an Angel Fred.”
May-Ling caught the last part of the conversation just before she was out of ear shot. What a nice thing to say, she mused to herself as she ran towards her father’s surmised location; an Angel. May-Ling felt very warm inside. He called her May, she thought as her feet took the stars two at a time; most people called her May.
May-Ling pushed open the second floor door and started toward the part of the building she thought he father would be in, she stopped suddenly.
S L A P ! ......followed by a whimper.
“Shut up, it’s your turn Mary, now shut up or I’ll hurt you.”
May-Ling stood in silence; that sounded like her father’s voice. She stealth fully moved toward the sounds until she was standing in the hall right next to a room where something was happening to Mary. Mary who she wondered? She only knew one Mary, and that was Mrs C., her English teacher.
“Let me go, please let me go, I won’t say anything. Please!”
“NO, ... NO,NO: .............. “
“Hold her still Brad, I don’t want to tear her clothing; Mel get in here and help out, your second tonight with Mary here.”
“OW, ..... OW,OW , OW .......... OH no ... please no.” May-Ling could only hear the voice of Mary being hurt; May-Ling was getting mad.
“Look at those tits, fun, fun, fun; tonight Mary .... Oh YA!” ...... strip Mary naked, she has a great body and I want to sample all of her. You shouldn’t have fought Mary, remember that for the next time”.
“I’m going to suck your nipples raw tonight Mary.” ....
May-Ling was so sure that was her father’s voice, but why would he be hurting Mrs C. May-Ling dropped quietly to the floor by the door to look under the door to see if she could see what was happening. There was only ½ inch between the floor and the bottom of the door, but May got her little eye full. There in full view was her dad, Billy’ dad, and Kevin’s dad taking Mrs C.’s clothes off. They were starting to remove her dress; her bra was already gone and her boobs where showing. Her dad was right; Mrs. C. had nice boobs May-Ling thought.
May’s dad had his finger pressed firmly against one of Mrs. C.’s pressure points leaving her defenceless. May knew this because her father had taught her this, along with 3 years of Kung Fu. May’ dad had his 2nd or 3rd level Black Belt in Kung Fu. May-Ling had been taught by her father so she did not have any distinction in level of competency. However, she could kick ass.
May watches from under the door as the three men strip all of Mrs C.’ clothing off and lay her naked on the table in this room.
Like hyenas they pounce on her sucking her nipples and May’s father is between Mary’ legs. She is held firmly by the three men as they use their mouths and hands on her body May-Ling notices. May watches with detachment as her English teacher is raped.
Her dad is first: “Oh look at the tight cunt Mary, oh ya!”
May’s father takes his pants down, May see’ the scare on his thigh from surgery. Her dad lines himself up with Mrs. C.’s body and pushes ahead; as May sees it.
Mrs. C.’ struggles a little; “No, please don’t.” She say’s through her crying.
“Put your hand over her mouth Mel, I’m going to fuck her.”... May’s dad says.
May watches with sudden fear as she hears a muffled scream from Mrs. C. and sees her body jump. May knows from Sex-Ed and school ground conversations that Mrs. C.’ has just been ‘taken’ by her father, and not gently. May-Ling watches her father fuck her English teacher. ........ Mrs. C.’ is moaning and crying all the time.
May-Ling’s dad is fucking Mrs. C. hard as they say on the Porn sites. May gets off the floor and slowly walks toward the stairs, head down, as she ponders what she has just witnessed. What should I do May-Ling asks herself as she descends the stairs into the foyer? .....
Walking toward the group of men who called her an Angel, May looks up at them and sees three worried faces.
May stops and looks at the three men, she sees fear in their eyes. May notices that there are no other adults in the foyer so she speaks:
“How many men are in on these rapes my father organises?”, May asks.
“There are 7 plus your father May.”...the man she thinks is called Fred says.
“I need an adult contact to keep me informed”?
“Why May?” the third man asks.
“Because I am going to stop this, I know where you live sir; I’ll stop by to look at your garden from time to time.” ...... You’ll have to keep our secret sir, or I’ll be sent to China.
May-Ling turns and walks out the main door feeling like she has never felt before. There are deep feelings within her; those must be the feelings her father has tried to get her to use during Kung Fu lessons. May-Ling Cheung is ashamed of her father; he is not an honourable man.
Over the next two weeks plus a few days May thought about what she could do to stop these men from raping women.. She had already enrolled in Kung Fu classes and continues to spar with her father. Her father is proud of her renewed commitment to Kung Fu, and has expressed pleasure at her ferocity when attacking him. May-Ling Cheung just smiles at her dad and attacks again. If May is hurt, May gets up and attacks her father again; no tears.
When her dad asked her why she had a renewed interest in Kung Fu, May simply said; “it is good for me to use in self defence and self discipline”. He was very proud of her. May continues to show the respect her father would expect from his daughter, but mostly May-Ling Cheung is acting.
Mrs. C. quit teaching they all heard; May new different. When this is over May is intent on visiting Mrs C. no matter where she is.
May’s mother knows nothing of what is happening, she stays out of her husband’s affairs, a good Chinese wife.
May started keeping an eye on her mother, looking for signs of abuse.
May progressed quickly in Kung Fu, enrolling in a White Crane school without her father’s knowledge.
Christmas came and went uneventfully at the Cheung household. May liked Xmas but her father would have none of it so May celebrated it quietly on her own. May’ dad tolerated this although he made it clear he was not Christian, and neither was May while she lived under his roof.
May’s father went to China for three months on business after the holiday season. May took advantage of this opportunity to accelerate her training. Her school marks suffered but she hid this from her mother, her marks had always been very good so she figured she could get away with a drop in grades.
May-Ling Cheung turned NINE in early March; she was the first of the threesome to do this. Her mom held a party; her dad was still in China.
May had been very preoccupied with her martial arts training so her relationships with her friends had faltered.
She noticed Billy and Kevin talking as the party ended, and May snuck over to see them. She had been very busy with family and others so she missed talking to her two best friends. As she approached she overheard some of what was being said. When Billy and Kevin turned and saw May their faces turn to fright.
“Hey you’s two, what’s up.”
“Umm. ..... Nothing May.”... Billy replied. Billy was nervous, that was very un-Billy like.
“Would you two gentlemen like to escort and older woman.”...May teased.
With the tension broken the three went for a stroll down the street. They laughed and joked but May could tell there was a distance between the three friends. So she asked; “What’s wrong?”
“Come on you guys tell me what troubles my two best friends.”
“Nothing May, ...... really.” ..... Kevin said.
The conversation tailed off after a few minutes and May went home. May-Ling Cheung knew she was alone. A lonely nine year old girl went to sleep on the night of her birthday.
May’ mom Lily informed May that her father would return from China after Easter. May notice her mother’s mode change to the withdrawn person she usually was when her husband was about. May was getting some insight into her family, May had an ally.
May’s dad would not be home for nearly four weeks so she set about her task. Over the course of this time period May dropped a few subtle phrases when she and her mother where alone. May picked up on her mom’s vibes and glances. May-Ling ran some ideas by some of the girls at school; disguised as understanding English Literature. The final week before her father’s return, May spoke to her mom.
“You’ll be ok mom if you don’t tip your hand.” .... May spoke in Chinese to her mother.
“You be careful May-Ling, your father is a tough man.” .... her mother answered. This answer surprised May; she knew her mother knew. This gave May renewed strength. May hugged her mother, something she rarely did.
During this four week time period May paid a visit to Mr. Browne, her silent martial arts instructor. May was nine years of age, plus a month and some, she was tall for her age, 55 inches. With her working out her slender body gained some, May was 103 lbs. May went to visit Mr. Browne the last Saturday before her father returned. Usually she had a private lesson on Saturday after all the other students and gone home for the day.
“Hello Mr. Browne.”
“Hello May.” .............. “ What, no class this evening May.” .... Mr. Browne had never seen May dress up so maturely before. She looked like a small women. May wore a white blouse, knee length skirt, bare feet with sandals; and a matching handbag. ‘Wow” ...he thought to himself.
“Mr. Browne, can we talk before we train tonight?”
“Yes, of course May.”
May walked over to Mr. Browne; he didn’t like formal titles and May would not call him by is Christian name, Bryan. May took hold of her instructor’s hands and placed them on his lap. ; May vaulted upon his lap, placing one knee on each of Mr. Browne’ thighs. Mr. Browne looked intently at May. May moved closer to him and whispered into Mr. Browne’s ear.
Bryan pulled back, looking at May, she moved close again continuing to whisper. May pulled away from her Kung Fu Instructor looking into his eyes.
May-Ling startled and jumped slightly, it was the first time anyone had touched her there. A second touch of Mr. Browne’ two fingers didn’t startle her, but she was weary. The third time he touched her Mr. Browne rubbed May slightly with two fingers before removing his two fingers from her crotch. It felt kind of nice May-Ling thought.
May looked into Bryans eyes and wondered as he slipped his left hand under her skirt again.
Bryan placed his entire hand on Mays sweet virginal pussy and rubbed her gently in a circular motion, pressing his finger inward feeling her opening.
May shuddered and wrapped her arms around Mr. Browne’ neck. May held onto her Martial Arts instructor for all her worth.
Mr. Browne moved May’s hips away from him a few inches giving him a better angle to feel her. Bryan placed his right hand between May’s legs, with the heel of his palm on her clitoris, and stretching his middle finger to her bum. Bryan pressed his finger tip into Mays panties until he could feel her anus. Bryan rubbed her sweet little bum whole several times before pulling his hand away.
May flinched and shivered.
Mr. Browne held May tight to him; May hugged Mr. Browne like a long lost father.
Bryan Brown, Material Arts instructor, Black Belt, 4th dan, loved this little girl, no; young women in his arms. He moved her away from himself and looked at her, May kissed Mr. Browne on the cheek. Mr. Browne kissed May-Ling gently on her lips. He held her tightly, hugging her for likely ten minutes. My God she was something Bryan Browne thought, and only nine years old.
Life returned to normal for May, school, Kung Fu. Sparring with her father started off strong but he got very busy so she lost out on that part of her training. May asked her dad if he had a training disc she might watch, and he happily provided her with his own personnel instructors’ disc. May was happy.
The days went by and the Memorial Day weekend came with a party at one of the homes in this elite neighbourhood. May stayed away, she paid a visit to Fred’s house to look at his garden and check to see if he had any intel’ for her. It seemed the party went off without a rape. What a thing to pray for she thought.
It was June now and exams where coming. May had already passed but she liked to write exams, she was looking forward to them this year.
May had gone shopping for a new book and decided to walk thru the park, over the little bridge and up a street she almost never traversed on her way home. May was quite happy as she turned up the street; she had six blocks to go and then she could read her new book. May looked up and saw her dad’s car parked in front of a house. May did not know these people; she wondered what her father was doing here when she was struck with a sickening thought.
May approached the house and saw three small children on the lawn in front of the house playing. As she walked toward her father’s car May noticed the children kept looking back toward the house. May looked inside the vehicle, and sure enough it’s her fathers.
“Do you know where the man who owns this car is?” ...May asks the children.
“He’s in our house. He is a bad man, he hurts our mommy.” .... the biggest child answered.
May takes off her wrist watch, presses a button and hands the watch to the oldest child. “Here, hold this for me, when the bad man comes outside you go to your mommy and tell her to call the police. If you do not call the police the bad man will hurt your mommy again.”
The oldest child agrees to May’s request.
May jumps on the car, and starts the alarm. She jumps up and down on the hood, dinting it. Out of the corner of her eye she sees her father appear in a window. She sees his mouth move but cannot hear what he is saying. May keeps jumping on the hood of the car. Her father’s image disappears from the window and suddenly he is running toward her and the alarming car. May jumps off the car onto the street where she lay playing hurt.
May-Ling’s father comes around the alarming car mad as hell at this little buggar who had attacked his car. He reached to pick up this little kid when he was suddenly flipped onto his back; jumping quickly to his feet he found himself facing his daughter.
‘What the hell Mr. Cheung thought’, the look in her eyes; May was on; why here Mr. Cheung wonders.
...............May looks at her father; her posture says it all to him. May knows there is only one thing she can do.
Quickly the distinction that makes the man May faces her father disappears. Soon she only sees an enemy.
She thought about Mrs. C., the faces of those children on the lawn, and as of lately, the look to her mother’s face when dad is about. May- Ling’s mind focuses; ...ch’i. ......ta’i ch’i ch’uan ... ;she faces her enemy. May–Ling practiced hard and long.
Over matched, May-Ling Cheung attacks her own father.
Mr. Browne had taught May a combination of styles which he knew gave a girl her size the best chance to survive. Mays plan revealed on the eventful Saturday had left Bryan Browne aware of the rapes. The June party was to be the place where young May would intervene in these assaults with Bryan nearby to rush to her aid and put an end to it all.
Bryan was surprised when the alarm went off on his watch and wondered if it was just an error. Bryan jumped into action several minutes later when he heard the sirens.
Bryan’s friend Sally just happened to be visiting with him and they both jumped into Bryan’s car and sped toward Walton estates, about 5 minutes away by car.
........ The song says it best; “they where Kung Fu fighting, they where fast as Lightning.”
People came out of their homes to watch, a couple of men tried to intervene but Mr Cheung made short work of them..... May did not fall for that ruse.... the early clamour soon died as people realized who the combatants where.... as minutes ticked by; even the shouting stopped ... as did motor vehicles..... May danced with the devil this early evening, in the fight of her life........ The sun shone down upon the Cheungs this June evening; a small crowd gathered as people watched in abject horror....
Mr. Cheung watched his little girl as he evaded her attack, she was beautiful to watch, what style, what poise, her mechanics flawless ............ who’d taught her these techniques’. To his amazement she changed styles, her variations showed very high skill.
“I hope she kills you, you raping bastard.” A voice from the crowd yells.
It hit him like a good kick; his daughter knew about Mary, her English teacher. Mr. Cheung knew at that moment he’d made a mistake, now he was going to have to hurt this own daughter. He had no choice. ...................... First though, he would let her strike him. He’d let her hit him two or three times to see if that satisfied her need for revenge.
May got in a couple of good hits early on before her father got into the seriousness of the situation....... two kicks to his bad leg, one to his cheek. May was trying to survive.... a roll.... a sweep..... May circles, she dodges all his bunches and kicks..... The Snake style suits May-Ling; as do parts of White Crane she practiced diligently.
May is hit.....she’s fast ...she evades..... May scores a hit.... she darts in and out ... her speed carries her thru ....May moves in circles ....May is hit.... she tries again, another hit..... May tries for weak spots...May aims for pressure points..... May fails.
May errors.... dad hurts May.
May takes a kick to the side of her head knocking her to the ground...springing back May fights on ... dazed.... this nine year old girl fights...... she moves effortlessly from one style to another ...
And then disaster ............. her father catches May, knocking her back .. May springs back to her feet......... May changes her style.... struck again,... she evades ...... she changes styles ...
May hopes to gain time .... She knows her opponents style; ........May surprises; May strikes; .... A flurry of blows land on her father ...he yelps......May evades his response ....that is all she can do .......hoping help will arrive soon ..... Another blow lands on May ...... she parries ..... May circles .... Hit again, May falls.
Her mind is strong..... She moves and circles..... May feels air brush by her arm.... May evades and sweeps; and..... she circles,.....she strikes something, .... She moves and moves and moves ....never stopping.... May falls again.... she’s up and evades...her style is all defence now..... arms in constant motion.....her feet moving......constant motion .....
Time advances; May never stops; she knows she’ done if she stops. Her confidence grows; she hasn’t been hit for a while know. She hopes help will get here soon.... she is TIRING.
A touch.... May blocks and evades..... another touch.... low to her thigh.....May strikes and May evades ... two fingers touch between her legs.... she jumps, spins ... kicks out hitting an arm; someone else, and she circles again.... a hand, May strikes, the hand is gone ...... May circles ...searching....
........... dad has help ...... May focuses .... ta’i ch’i ch’aun......,
...... NO SOUND, NO SIGHT, JUST FURY. THE REGIME OF MAY-LING CHEUNG....
Mr. Browne watch’s May move; Snake Kung Fu, modified, has served her well. A flawless critique of her father’s style, with some luck has kept May in the fight. May’ plan has worked to a tee.
Mr. Cheung is in cuffs and sits in the rear of a police cruiser. He watches his daughter, he is proud. He knows he hurt her badly, he knows, ...... he had to; she would have hurt him. Yet, he is saddened as she fights a ghost. His daughter has paid a high price.
Mr. Cheung thinks back; he married and had a child to sanctify America. He had grown to love his daughter; and now this debacle.
Mr, Cheung knows he will not serve time, he is very well connected. He truly is above the law.
The police and ambulance are here, no one moves in. May-Ling is searching; searching for her foes, this lethal girl of nine. Four others have fallen to May’s Kung Fu prowess in unsuccessful attempts to halt her .
It’s on TV; a media van pulled up minutes ago; a hushed world watches, as a nine year old girl WARRIORS on; in silence; in darkness, blinded and deafened. May is alone in the dark.
Mr. Browne waits for Sally, his friend, to help with May-Ling. Sally was visiting Bryan when May’s watch alert was sent. The alarm came as a surprise to Mr. Browne, he expected this to occur in two weeks at the June party.
“SALLY!” .... Bryan yells.
“I know Bryan, I need a couple of minutes to study her style; she is erratic.”
Bryan nods to his friend, and waits.
Bryan Browne does not want May hurt any more. Her right pinkie is broken, a toe looks bad, there’s blood on her feet, her knees. May’s head is a mess, bloody ears, blood in her eyes, a broken nose, split lips, welts on her face.... her hair matted with blood. Likely brain damage, her left arm moves erratically; torn clothes, and what appears to be a broken ankle.
Yet, with all those injuries, a little girl searches for her enemies.
Sally nods to Bryan; they slowly move toward May-Ling, May’s mother looks on. She watches her little girl’s regime, her feelings a mixture of pride and horror. Tears fill her eyes; hands cover her face.
.......... May stumbles and is still for a brief moment, enough time for her injuries to be seen clearly. ....
“MY GOD.”.... Bryan speaks aloud, his stomach knotted,....... tears fill his eyes.
............. May quickly resumes her stance .................
“OH GOD.’ May’s mom cries out.“
“OH MY BABY,” ...cameras turn to her face. Viewers see the tormented face of a mother.
May feels a presence, then a light touch, she parries, she strikes; without sight. Her opponent seems different. Her father’s friends are here, May’s will to fight does not falter. May stumbles.
More gentle blows to her hands, May twists, May spins, May circles, she sweeps; ...... and yet her opponent is different ..... All May’s efforts are handled with gentleness. May sets to launch a flurry of strikes at her unseen opponent....
........... CAPTURED. ....... May is wrapped in some ones arms, not her fathers.
May kicks, May tries to free herself, and ....... a second person wraps their arms around her legs, not her father. So many, so strong, May struggles on; a third and fourth person join. May’ legs, held by two separate people are moved apart ........not wide, but open..... May struggles,..... May never quits..... A hand holds her throat immobilizing her head.
Some one touches May between the legs. She flinches, and tries to free herself once more ..... A second touch with two fingers ..... Continuing her struggle ..... A third touch .... Rubbing her ............
It better not be my dad she thinks, I’ll kill him ..... May struggles on.... a hand is placed between her legs...... May stops. ...... She concentrates .... A finger makes three circles over her vaginal opening ...., it is a left hand ............. May stays still ...... again a hand finds its way to her crotch .... The heel of the palm presses against her clitoris ......a finger presses onto her anus, gently rubbing her bum hole. May thinks, it is a right hand .................
“MR. BROWNE.” .... ........... “MR. BROWNE.” ..........!
....... Feeling a peck on her cheek,........... A kiss too her mouth.
“OH, MR. BROWNE, THANK GOD YOUR HERE.” ........ The woman behind releases May, it’s a she; May feels breasts against her back.
May moves her arms forward searching .....................finding Mr. Browne May wraps her arms around his neck, and holds on tight...........
Bryan Browne lifts May up, and holds her close..............SAFE AT LAST.
May feels a loving kiss on the back of her head. May’ head rolls slightly as she passes out...
May wakens to her husband feeling her. She opens her eyes.
“Yes. . . . Same one honey,”...... “It always ends the same.”
May smiles, it has been ten years to the day since that dreadful day in June. May has seen the videos a hundred times, good thing, because she doesn’t remember much.
“Your Smiling?” .......asks Bryan
“In a few minutes I will see Mrs. C.”
The limo comes to a stop; Bryan opens the car door and gets out, turning to offer his lovely wife his hand. May-Ling Browne, age 19 takes her husband’s hand. Bryan, age 39, and walks up the sidewalk toward Mrs. C.’s house.
“Lucky you married me Mr Browne.”
“Yes it is Mrs. Browne, as if I had a choice.”
[Nudge followed by laughter]........ Two years of marriage has be bliss for the Browne’s
Mrs. C. comes onto the front porch; she looks at May. May looks toward Mrs C., she leaves her husband’s hand running toward Mrs. C . . .