Before she met and married Dr. Whitney in 1923, Chelsea's family had been in the Far East for decades. Her mother and father were both members of the British hierarchy that dominated the lives of the colonized citizens of Burma. India and Singapore. They held an immensely racist view of non-European peoples. In her early years young Chelsea became radically ingrained with that viewpoint.

Upon meeting Major Katashi Yamada at the reception, Chelsea was unable to conceal her racism. She offended the Japanese Major and spewed reprehensible statements about the Empire of Japan as well. This story details the repercussions inflicted upon Dr. Whitney's family for the lack of respect shown to Major Katashi Yamada and his homeland, insults he took very personally.

Shorty before the Japanese invasion of Hong Kong in early December, 1941, the School House at St. Stephen's College in Hong Kong was turned into an emergency military hospital by the Hong Kong Government. The medical staff at the hospital was ordered to sequester within the school. Family members of the medical staff were expected to return to or to remain in their homes and await subsequent directives.

War had not been declared. There had been talk for some months about potential problems between the British Empire and Japan. Chelsea was not overly concerned as she drove away from the city into the serene countryside. As an affluent doctor's wife she and her family lived in a spacious two story home tucked away in a broad grove of trees.

As she stepped out of her car the pretty British doctor's wife stopped short when she saw that the front door to her rural home was ajar. Rushing quickly through the open door Chelsea was shocked to find several uniformed men inside her home staring unsmilingly back at her.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

To the soldiers Chelsea appeared as a very pretty, pale and very angry young woman. She was frightened as well but she tried not to show her fear. "Where are my daughters?"

"All in good time...all in good time," a forceful and unyielding nip replied. "You don't remember me, do you?"

Mrs. Whitney did have a faint recollection, now that her eyes adjusted to the darkened room, that she had seen the uniformed man before.

"I am Major Katashi Yamada and these men are soldiers of the Empire of Japan. You did not regard me well when we last met. You disrespected me and you insulted my glorious country - now I have returned to take my reprisal for your bad manners."

"What do you mean by reprisal? Why to you seek retribution? I can scarcely remember you!" Chelsea challenged.

"That is of no consequence Mrs. Whitney," her antagonist snarled. "These soldiers and I am here to take revenge."

Stepping in close to her the Jap growled, "You keep your body in very healthy and attractive in shape. And even more you have two very charming daughters."

Chelsea Whitney went cold with fear and anger. The nip whispered something to the one of the soldiers who left the room for a moment before returning with the two frightened girls. Shelby and Haylee would have run across the room to their mother had not the man holding them each by the hair jerked back suddenly snapping the girls heads back and causing them to yelp in pain.

"You must excuse the roughness of my men," Katashi Yamada apologized in a mock humble tone, "but you must be taught quickly that we will not hesitate to kill any or all of you if you cause me any trouble, any trouble at all - do you understand? Mrs. Whitney, unless you want a bayonet in your belly or to have your delightful daughters stabbed to death, you will see that you and they obey me and please me."

Young Haylee, the eighteen-year-old, was trembling when the grinning nip moved across to her. His slant eyes gleamed as he slowly raised his hand and brushed the back of it over the soft gentle swell of her young breasts. She didn't move, but stared pleadingly across the room at her mother when the hand of the Jap gripped her left breast through her clothing and squeezed it hard. Haylee cried out...she made a move to run across the room to her mother but the nip stopped her. One of the other soldiers with a bayonet tipped rifle put the blade to the belly of Mrs. Whitney as she tried to move towards her young daughter.

The nip gave a wicked laugh as he moved from the youngest girl to approach nineteen-year-old Shelby. With deft rapid movements his bayonet slit apart the pretty short dress she was wearing, leaving it in tatters at her waist. Her bra was yanked off her young breasts leaving them swaying before the grinning nip. She was very shapely and well developed in her youthful allure. Katashi Yamada raised his hands and took a breast in each palm, gripping the soft flesh in his fingers and squeezing just as he had done to the smaller breast of her younger sister...

Turning to Chelsea the nip snarled, "Your daughter has a bedroom of her own no doubt?"

Mrs. Whitney nodded.

"Then kindly lead the way up to it and we will follow," Katashi Yamada instructed. One of the soldiers holding a rifle jabbed at Mrs. Whitney to get her moving. She yelped in pain and hurried away toward the stairs leading to the upper floor.

Dragging both young girls along the men followed her up the stairs their beady eyes watching the defenseless women intently. Inside a stylishly decorated bedroom the men got down to business. The Jap leader ordered his men to attend to the pretty nineteen-year-old. One man grabbed the struggling girl and dragged her across the room to the pink comforter-covered bed.

While her mother and younger sister watched in horror the men threw Shelby backward onto the bed. Her wrists were seized and tied to the bedposts at the head of the bed. The gorgeous girl struggled and thrashed about as the men grabbed hold of her ankles and lashed them to the posts at the foot of the bed. Shelby was spread-eagled and helpless.

"Your daughter has very nice legs," the evil Jap chuckled to Mrs. Whitney. He put his hands on her knees and then slowly ran them upwards to her slender thighs. The girl tried to twist her body frantically struggling to escape her bonds and the evil sadist's exploring fingers. She couldn't work loose her tether or squirm away from the man's pawing digits. She was completely helpless, too tightly tied for any chance of escape.

"Mother...oooohhhhh....please mother...don't let them touch me!"

Chelsea Whitney found herself tempted to rush to her daughter's defense. Her attention was just as quickly re-focused on her own plight when the bayonet wielding man jabbed his weapon into her waist just below her rib cage. The wounded woman squealed in pain and twisted her body away from the piercing blade point. There was nothing she could do to help her daughter.

She watched spellbound as the hands of the grinning Jap moved up higher to her daughter's hips. Lifting up the tattered remnants of her dress his fingers clinched and grabbed at the flimsy nylon of the girl's panties. A couple of twists of his strong wrists and a hard yank and the intimate garment was torn away from her thrashing hips. The lovely nineteen-year-old lay open, helpless and at the mercy of the vengeful Jap.

Katashi Yamada sat on the edge of the bed close to the nearly demented girl. He put his hands around her heaving breasts, digging his fingers viciously into the silken girl flesh. Shelby cried out in fear and pain as the man's face hovered just above her tear streaked cheeks.

In a slow and modulated tone the evil Jap said: "Katashi Yamada is going to rape you, my sweet white flower. Do you hear me? I am going to rape you and then my men will rape you! We will perhaps fuck the life out of you little one...are you ready to die?"

The girl closed her eyes squeezing more tears down her soft pink cheeks. Her head shook, as if she was trying to awaken herself from a horrible nightmare. She was brought back to reality by a vicious slap across her face. The Jap had momentarily released his tight grip on her breasts. Drawing his hand back he swiftly slammed his open palm into Shelby's face. The stunned girl had little time to recover from the shock of the blow when the back of the Jap's hand smashed into the opposite cheek. In a series of weltering blows the vengeful man slapped and backhanded the bloodied and blubbering girl a dozen times before withdrawing his hands to her quavering breasts again. His bloody hands gripped tightly the firm pliant flesh digging his jagged fingernails deep into the sides of her round mammaries. Shelby cried in agony as the claw like fingers tormented her naked breasts.

Then suddenly the Jap stopped abusing the girl and stepped away from his victim. With Mrs. Whitney and her youngest daughter watching the fiend removed all of his clothing. He climbed back onto the bed and carefully centered himself between Shelby's tethered legs. The helpless girl screamed as his fat, curved olive colored penis cleaved its way deep into her dry vagina.

A few feet away Chelsea and eighteen-year-old Haylee watched in wide eyed horror as the arched back and buttocks of the Jap rose and fell on top of the wildly thrashing and screaming Shelby. The girl's rape seemed to last forever as the man pumped savagely into the girl's raw and ravaged slit. Shelby's screams died away to plaintive sobs that were punctuated by gasps of pain that accompanied each injurious invasion of her battered vagina. When it finally ended the Jap rose from the semi-conscious girl his penis still quite stiff, thick gobs of blood stained spunk dribbling from the fat knob as he climbed back off the bed.

"I needed that badly," he muttered, more to himself than to anyone in the room. Then in a louder voice he turned to his men, who had already dropped their pants to the floor, and said, "Alright, you can have her now..."

Mrs. Whitney gasp in horror as she saw the men fist their erect tools for a moment before the first of them climbed onto the awakening girl. He wasted little time driving his thick penis into her spunk and blood smeared quim. The brute ravaged the whimpering girl with gusto, driving his male weapon deep into the warm moist slit that only moments ago was nearly bone dry. The sounds emanating from the raped nineteen-year-old were heart wrenching, her whines and squeals of pain were those of a wounded animal. The second rape lasted far too long again. When the man was at last satisfied and withdrew his shrinking shaft from Shelby's battered hole the girl was nearly unconscious. Her eyes fluttered only slightly as the rapist left her limp body and returned to guard her mother and sister.

The third man then went across to the semiconscious girl on the bed. He pulled and stroked his huge sexual organ until it reached its full ten inch length. Mrs. Whitney saw him crouch near her daughter's head. She saw him wrench at the girl's hair, yanking her head about viciously until her eyes fluttered open. Pulling hard on her long hair the man turned her face to his loins.

"Open your mouth, pretty child!" he yelled at the awakening girl.

Shelby came fully awake at the sound of his demand. She was horrified at what he was expecting her to do. Defiantly she kept her mouth closed and struggled to twist and turn her head away.

"Hold her tight a moment..." said Katashi Yamada bending over the bed again. From his jacket pocket, which hung over the back of a chair the Jap took out what looked like a stubby imitation penis. It was only about six inches long, as fat as a normal penis but was ringed with several circles of needle sharp points running around the surface of the shaft.

While Shelby's head was held tightly by the hand wrapped tightly in her hair, Katashi Yamada moved between her thighs and pushed the needle studded weapon into her vagina. The nineteen-year-old jerked suddenly when the shaft first entered her body. She groaned softly as the needle points carved incrementally into her pink flesh. When the full six inches was inside the girl the Jap placed his palm on her lower belly near her pube and pushed downward hard. At the same time he began to massage her belly in a circular motion.

The girl screamed as the soft hyper-sensitive inner walls of her cunt were sliced open and shredded by the needle points.

"You can let go of her hair," Katashi Yamada muttered to the man at her head. "She will do as you want now, unless she wants her cunt bloodied and mutilated."

The helpless girl screamed louder as Katashi Yamada applied more and more pressure by the palm of his rotating hand. Shelby at once turned her head toward the loins of the grinning man near her head. He leaned back so that she had to lift her head to get at him. With her open mouth she tried desperately to lift her head and shoulders to reach his penis head. Her fear that she would be given more of that awful pain inside her quim made her eyes dart about as she closed her lips on the thick shaft.

Her pretty neck was taut and stretched, her young shoulders strained as she tried to keep her face up close to his groin. She wrapped her lips up and over the swollen hot skinned knob. For a moment the only sound in the room was the slickly slobbering noise of her mouth embraced on the prick and the increasingly heavy breathing of the fortunate man being gammed by the beautiful young girl.

Suddenly the man gasped and pushed his groin tight against the slobbering girl's face. The thick shaft of his penis filled her mouth and the huge knob at its end forced it way deep down her narrow throat. Shelby's air was cut off by the fat shaft which pushed deeper and deeper into her. She began to choke, her throat spasming around the thickening rod. Her rapist savored her plight and slammed his lower body tight into her face so she would have no hope of gaining a breath.

Shelby tried to pull her head away from the man only to feel the vengeance of Katashi Yamada who used both of his palms to mash down on her lower belly. Tiny high pitched squeals of pain escaped from around the penis protruding from her lips as her world began to darken and fade away. Her last conscious memory was of a gush of hot steamy spunk shooting into her throat.

While she remained comatose, Shelby was sadistically attacked by the remainder of the soldiers in the house. Each man was relentless in ravaging the helpless girl. Her vagina, mouth and rectum were punctured and abraded with abandon. When the men finally finished with her, Shelby lay still, only barely breathing. Her ravaged slit and anus oozed a pinkish crimson stream between her still velvety thighs. Her parted lips were bruised and bloody as they allowed a trickle of sperm to drain between them.

Mrs. Whitney and young Haylee were taken downstairs to continue the Jap's pleasure.

"Please, please...I will do anything you ask, anything you want me to...do what you like to me but don't touch Haylee...she is only eighteen...she is an innocent child...please...leave her alone..." Mrs. Whitney pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

"If you really mean that you will do anything to save your daughter, get down on your hands and knees in front of me and ask me again, nicely."

Mrs. Whitney dropped to her knees in front of the ugly naked Jap.

"Please...please, I beg you...leave young Haylee alone. Don't touch my innocent daughter...please!"

"Show me your breasts." The voice of the Jap was remorseless and cruel.

Chelsea knew she had to obey. She had to humor this wicked insane man. Her face reddened as she forced herself to service the depraved man. It was only the beginning for the beautiful mother. Her thirty-five-year-old body was used in every conceivable way and in a few ways that are not conceivable. When the Jap and his men finished with her she was much worse for wear. Blood poured from her beaten face and from between her mutilated labia. She had suffered several broken ribs and fingers as she fought back against the onslaught of her rapists. Her eyes were blackened and her snub nose smashed flat to her face. She still lived but just long enough to hear her youngest daughter being tortured into eternity.

Katashi Yamada was never a man of his word and he now turned his vengeance upon eighteen-year-old Haylee. The young girl was quickly stripped of her blouse and skirt, and then placed across the kitchen table face downwards. One man held her wrists while the other man firmly gripped her ankles. The grinning Jap leader raised his arm and brought his open palm down flush against her plump ass cheeks with a loud clapping sound.

The girl gave a loud cry of pain and tried to pull away from the men holding her to the table. The men held her too tightly for her struggles to be successful. Dozens of times the arm rose and fell. Each time the palm smote harder and brought more screeching cries from the child. When the flesh of her buttocks was turned an angry crimson color, the Jap ordered his men to turn the battered girl onto her back.

Haylee pleaded with her assailants for mercy but to no avail. From the stove top the smirking Jap picked up a coffee pot, steam still coming from its spout indicating the boiling heat of its contents. Slowly the sadist poured the scalding liquid over the pert pretty globes of the child's breasts. The room filled with her screams, shrill piercing screams as her naked flesh was burned by the hot coffee. Her legs writhed and her belly rose and fell as her whole body seemed to become demented in its wild twisting and turning despite the two pairs of hands holding her to the table.

Katashi Yamada murmured something to the soldier holding her slim ankles. He released one of the ankles and as he did so Katashi Yamada took over control of her leg. The depraved man, his huge penis exposed, climbed onto the table and mounted the sobbing and excruciatingly pain wracked body of the young teen.

It was the most wonderful fuck the man had ever experienced as the girl continued to writhe and buck beneath him. She twisted her body in every possible contortion allowed by her wrist and ankle constraints. Katashi stayed atop the petite beauty until his passion was vented inside her flailing body. The young girl's misery had only begun. All of the other soldiers raped and sodomized her burned and battered body. When she lost her conscious fight her slack mouth became a reservoir for quarts of hot steamy spunk which slowly choked the life from the young girl.

Shelby remained the only one of the Whitney women remaining alive when the Japs' sadistic lust was finally quelled. Her's was a horrific ending as well. The brutalized girl was dragged from the house and tied to an overhanging tree limb by her wrists. All of the soldiers fixed their bayonets to their long Arisaka Type 38 rifles and lined up facing the dangling teenager.

While Katashi Yamada looked on approvingly the first Jap soldier used his bayonet to rip off what remained of Shelby's tattered dress. Then he made a number of short stabs at her hips, drawing blood and making the girl moan in pain. Finally taking a professional stance, he thrust the blade deep into her thigh. Half dead though she was, she screamed in agony.

Another soldier took his place in front of the screaming girl then suddenly thrust his bayonet into Shelby's soft body, this time the blade ripped into her narrow waist at the side. Shelby continued to scream and shriek as each of the soldiers took turns again and again sinking their bloody blades into her flesh. Their bayonets tore into her lower abdomen with savage fury, then the girl's fleshy breasts were jabbed to shreds.

One overenthusiastic thrust sent the bayonet blade deep into her belly and Shelby's voice rose to an ear piercing shriek before she fell silent and her blood smeared body succumbed dangling limply. Even then, over and over, the soldiers stabbed their bayonets into her slumped and obviously lifeless body.

Katashi Yamada had only just begun to achieve his revenge for lust and blood.

Epilog:

Several hours before the British surrendered on Christmas day 1941 at the end of the Battle of Hong Kong, Japanese soldiers entered St. Stephen's College, which was being used as a hospital on the front line at the time. The Japanese were met by two doctors, Dr. Black and Dr. Whitney, who were marched away, and were later found dead and mutilated. The soldiers then burst into the wards and bayoneted a number of British, Canadian and Indian wounded soldiers who were incapable of hiding. A few wounded survivors and dozens of nurses were imprisoned in two rooms upstairs.