Randy's China Doll

NOTE: This is a companion story to Randy's Sow. They are intertwined.

WARNING: This story has a harsh beginning.

Ming Lee was born in China. She had a very rough life. When she was twelve, her parents and her were arrested by the Chinese authorities. They never knew why. After two years in a "re-education" camp her father died. She was fourteen when her father died and shortly after he died, they were expelled from China. They never knew why.

They were sent to Thailand. Ming Lee's mother found a Chinese community where they were accepted and settled in. For the next couple of years, her mother struggled to make ends meet until she met Wuan. Wuan was a successful Chinese businessman in Thailand and after they married, everything looked good for Ming Lee.

When she turned 18, Wuan threw a party for her birthday. He drank heavily, and after the party was over, he went into Ming Lee's room and raped her. Her mother didn't believe her, but she had nowhere to go, so she stayed.

This began a pattern of abuse that continued for three years. He raped her nearly every weekend and when she threatened to run away, he chained her to the wall in the basement. When her mother finally objected, he beat her and tied her up. None of their friends knew why Ming Lee suddenly disappeared after finishing school. They had a nice house, and he had room to hide them in a private dungeon in the basement. He told everyone that her mother had gone back to China to find her first husband.

Everyone accepted this story, and the abuse continued until Ming Lee was twenty-one. Wuan's luck ran out when he ran into one of the largest Thai gangs. He made the mistake of thinking they wouldn't harm him because he was big in the large Chinese community in Bangkok. He was wrong. After three years, the mother didn't need to be chained up any longer. She had given up and did as she was told. Ming Lee refused and was abused and beaten whenever Wuan drank.

Wuan quickly discovered he was in trouble. The gangs didn't care who he was, they were coming for him. His only chance was to escape Bangkok. He decided to run to America, but he didn't want to leave without his little piece of ass, so he got Ming Lee a passport.

He left his wife and flew to America with Ming Lee in tow. She was almost comatose and never spoke much. Once in America, he traveled around the country conducting his business in person, instead of from Bangkok. Ming Lee never spoke and did as she was told.

Wuan had one other little preference. He loved sex clubs and found one in each city if he had to stay more than a day. He would tie Ming Lee to a bed, go out and party until the early hours, then come back to the room and enjoy his little dessert before bedtime.

It was in Oklahoma City the Thai gangs caught up to him. They were at Randy's club. Wuan had to bring Ming Lee with him because the hotel had an evacuation order due to a shooter next door. Wuan couldn't leave her in the room but had to take her. He had no car to leave her in, so he had to take her into the club.

He told the bouncer his girlfriend wasn't feeling well and needed someplace to sit down in a quiet spot. She wasn't feeling well because he had drugged her to keep her quiet and she was in a zombie state. The club didn't doubt it because she looked like shit.

She was taken to a quiet room and allowed to lie down. The Thai assassin had trailed him to the club and was waiting for his opportunity. When Wuan went to make sure she was still out, he followed him into the quiet room and shot him three times. He was gone within minutes. The club didn't discover him dead for nearly an hour. When they did, all hell broke loose.

The club owner knew this was bad, but one look at Ming Lee and he knew it was worse. She was nearly dead, and the marks on her were very obvious. He needed her away from the club before calling the police. The only man he trusted for that was Randy Young. Randy was a regular and had a stellar reputation for how he treated the woman in his club. If anyone could help this girl, he knew it would be Randy. The only problem was, Randy hadn't been coming around much ever since he had taken Jinny to his house. The owner wasn't sure what was going on there, but he knew Jinny was okay. He just didn't know if Randy had the time or interest in another woman.

He called Randy and asked him to come by. It was an emergency.

When Randy got the call, he was inclined to not go. He was busy with Jinny Sow and May was still coming around. He didn't need another woman, and he was sure that was what Wallace Thompson wanted. All Wallace cared about was his club. The only reason Wallace would call him was a woman causing a problem Wallace didn't want the police to find out about.

In the end, the decision to go would change his life, but at the time, it seemed like an inconvenience.

When Randy arrived, Wallace rushed him into the room. Randy saw the dead guy and the girl laying on the bed. She wasn't moving. "Two dead?"

"No, the girl is alive, but she has been heavily drugged. That is why I need your help. If the police come to get him, and they find his girlfriend has been heavily drugged, they are going to ask a hundred questions. If he was here alone, it would be a simple assassination. You can tell it was a pro. Two to the chest, one to the head. There would be no questions asked. I need you to take her home and try to get her cleaned up. I'll pay whatever you want, but, please, do this for old time's sake."

"Old times my ass. A pro means he could come looking for her."

"Why, all he had to do was put a couple into her while she was in La La land. He would have done that if he wanted her too. No, he didn't give a shit about her. The guy was his target. You're safe to take her. The killer is probably on a plane by now."

Randy couldn't argue with his logic. It's true the killer would have shot her, even if all she did was see him. Since he left her alone, he knew she was out, and not a threat. "What if she dies on me?"

They would never know, but the killer had gone up to her and shaken her. He could tell her breathing was shallow, and she looked like she would die on her own. There was no need to waste a bullet on this one.

"I have a doctor who will help us. I'll have him come to your house to help you."

Randy had no good reason to agree, but the girl looked so frail and skinny. She obviously had a very tough time. "Okay, I guess I'm just a softie." Wallace smiled and brought a wheelchair in for her. They lifted her up and put her in the wheelchair. She weighed next to nothing. They were able to get her out unseen as far as they knew and put her in his car.

"I owe you. Free beer whenever you come here."

"Don't think you're getting off that easy, Wallace. We'll see later."

Randy drove home, wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into. He had no problem carrying this little thing into his house. He put her in one of his bedrooms and the doctor arrived a few minutes later.

"Thanks, Doc. She looks awful. She looks like she could die just lying there."

The doctor examined her carefully. When he was finished, he looked at Randy. "It is a miracle she is still alive. She is greatly underweight, and has bruises over most of her body. I won't be able to see if any of her organs are damaged until she wakes up. It should take until tomorrow for her to flush the drugs. I'm going to put an IV in her arm. She needs fluids very badly."

The doctor put an IV into her arm and gave her a B1 shot. "Now we wait. Call me in the morning when she wakes up."

"You mean, if she wakes up." The doctor nodded and left Randy wondering why he had done this. If she dies, Randy knew he had a difficult decision to make. He can't call the police. He took her away from the scene of a crime. While looking at her sleep, he made the decision to just bury her in his large barnyard behind the barn if she dies.

She finally woke up by midmorning the next day. When she opened her eyes and saw Randy standing over her, she tried to scream but couldn't do more than mumble. Randy held out his hands. "It's okay, my dear. You're safe. The man who brought you here is dead."

It didn't seem to register with her. Randy called the doctor and tried to calm her down until he arrived. The sight of a large man with a medical bag didn't do much to calm her down. Randy figured people like him have been injecting her with all sorts of drugs for a while. The doctor gave her a sedative and changed her IV bag. "I'll be back to tomorrow."

She went to sleep immediately and slept until the middle of the next day. This time, the doctor was there when she woke up but stayed back. Her eyes were still wide with terror. Randy decided to wait her out.

When Ming Lee woke up the first time, she wasn't coherent enough to realize she was not tied down. This time, when she moved her arm and discovered she was not tied down, it gave her hope. The fact Wuan wasn't there and hadn't come in yet gave her hope. She decided to lay still and see what happens.

Randy tried to talk to her. "Do you speak English?" Nothing. "Do you understand me?" Nothing. "We are here to help you. The man you came with is dead."

She does speak and understand English. She had learned in Thailand. Almost everyone in Thailand speaks English. When she heard the man say Wuan was dead, her heart leapt. She didn't believe it. It was a test by Wuan to see what she would do if she thought she was safe. She would do nothing and see what happens.

"We are going to keep you here until you are strong enough to go wherever you want to go. Do you know where you want to go when you are well?" Nothing.

"Would you like something to eat?" That got her attention. She was so hungry. She was always hungry. "I'm going to bring you some soup, okay?"

The doctor nodded. "Simple broth for now would be best." Randy brought some soup broth and held up a spoonful of it to her lips. She wanted it so bad but was afraid to take it. He took a little sip to relieve her poison concerns. He finally poured a little on her lips to give her the taste. When she parted her lips a little, Randy poured a little soup into her mouth. It was wonderful to her. She couldn't help herself, she opened her mouth more and he continued feeding her the broth until the doctor stopped him. "Not too much yet. That should be enough."

Randy nodded, patted the girl on the shoulder and smiled. "That's enough for now, but you will have much more when you are stronger. How about a little water?"

For the first time, she tried to smile. Randy took that as a sign she wanted water and held up a bottle of water to her lips. He carefully poured a drink into her mouth. She drank it quickly, and he continued the process until she had drunk half a bottle of water. Again, the doctor stopped him.

Randy smiled at her again and patted her shoulder. "That's enough for now. How about you get a little more sleep? It is okay, and I'll be here when you wake up. Can you tell us your name?" Nothing. "Okay, maybe later."

The doctor changed her IV bag again and motioned for Randy to follow him out. When they were in the hall, the doctor looked at Randy. "I think she is out of the woods. Just continue giving her water and broth until she can sit up. When she can go to the bathroom and walk around, you can start feeding her some solids. I think she'll be okay. That should be the last bag of IV she'll need. Call me if anything happens."

The next day, Randy looked in on her to find her awake. He sat down beside her and smiled. "Can you tell me your name now?"

She felt much better today. Her bruises weren't so sore, and her ribs didn't hurt as much. Wuan had broken a couple of ribs a week ago, and it has hurt to breathe since. She needed to talk to this man and find out what happened. "Yes, I can speak English. Where is Wuan?"

Randy was very happy she had finally spoken. Now he can help her. "Is Wuan the man you came here with?" She nodded slowly. "He was killed by someone at the club. You were drugged and out during that time. I took you here so we wouldn't have to give you to the police. We thought it would be better to let you recover in private. No one knows you are here, or that you even exist. You are safe here."

"My name is Ming Lee. I can't believe the devil is dead. Please be true." She started crying. Randy let her cry.

It took her a long time to regain her composure. When she finally calmed down, Randy smiled at her. "You're safe here. I promise no one will touch you again. I promise."

Ming Lee closed her eyes and cried again. Could it be true? Randy waited. There was no hurry. He knew he had to let her adjust on her own timetable. However long it took was okay with him.

Finally. "I have a couple broken ribs. The bruises are because he beat me when I didn't perform as well as he wanted."

Randy was only now beginning to realize what that man had done to her. Ming Lee told him her story, and by the time she was finished, Randy would have gladly cut his balls off if he had still been alive. How can anyone treat this little girl so badly for so long?

He helped her get up to go to the bathroom. He had to carry her there and sit her down on the toilet. He stood outside until she was finished and carried her back to the bed. "May I sit up for a while?"

It was time to start reprograming her mind. "Ming Lee, you never need to ask permission for anything in this house. Okay?" She slowly nodded, but Randy didn't think she believed it yet. It would take time. He helped her up and sat her in a chair.

Ming Lee looked at this big man who was so gentle and cried again. Why was she here? Why had she survived the devil? What about her mother? Too many questions. She closed her eyes and fell asleep in the chair.

Randy let her sleep there and went about his business. She slept in the chair for two or three hours. It was almost evening when she finally woke up.

Ming Lee felt better than she had in a long time. Her bruises hadn't gotten any worse for the first time in a very long time, and her breathing was getting better.

Randy looked in at her and smiled. "It's good to see you awake. How do you feel?"

"Almost better. Can I walk around a little?"

He came into the room and helped her stand up. "The only question is, are you able? You don't have to ask for permission for anything in this house. You'll get used to the idea of thinking for yourself."

"It would be the first time since school if I did anything I wanted to do."

Randy guided her into the hallway and down to the living room. She thought this house was beautiful, so warm and inviting. When she got tired, Randy helped her sit down on a sofa. He got her a blanket and asked what she'd like to drink. She had to think about that for a second. She had not been allowed to make a choice for herself for years. She finally decided on a glass of water. Randy got it for her and kept his hand close while she drank most of it.

Ming Lee spent the rest of the day on the sofa. She would nap whenever she wanted and look around when she was awake. Randy checked on her periodically. He was happy with her progress, and how she was starting to interact with him.

Over the next few days, Ming Lee's health improved steadily. Her bruises faded away and her ribs hurt less. Randy couldn't say the same about her mental health. She stayed to herself and didn't come to the living room on her own. Randy would walk with her, and she would walk around the house whenever Randy was with her, but she didn't leave her room without him.

After a month, her physical problems had healed, and she was putting some weight back on, but she didn't speak unless spoken to, didn't smile at anyone except Randy and stayed in her room most of the time.

May came over to talk to her, but she didn't say too much to her and wouldn't leave her room. Of course, Randy wasn't sure how many large, black women she had ever encountered. May could crush her by just by accidentally sitting on her.

It became harder for Randy the next week. It was late at night and Randy had just fallen to sleep when he was awakened by a hand on his shoulder. He started up and Ming Lee screamed and ran. He cleared his head and followed her back to her room. "Ming Lee, are you okay?"

She had her head under the covers, shaking. He sat down on the bed and waited for her come out. "I'm sorry, master. I won't bother you again."

"First of all, I've told you to please not call me that. My name is Randy, okay? Secondly, you weren't bothering me. I was startled, that's all. What can I do for you, Ming Lee?"

She pulled the covers up to her face and began crying again. Without thinking, Randy moved up and put his arms around her. She froze and tried to pull away. He dropped his arms and backed off. "I'm sorry, Ming Lee. It was just a natural thing to try and comfort you. You seemed so upset; I wanted to help you."

She slowly lowered her covers and looked up at him. He was happy she could at least look him in the eye. She had real problems with not keeping her head bowed. He could also tell a man's hand on her had been a terrible thing for her most of her life. He wasn't sure she would enjoy a man touching her ever again. At least, it was going to take a long time. "Will you be okay if I go back to bed?"

She nodded and covered her head again. Randy left her as she was and went back to bed. He had trouble getting back to sleep. What had she wanted? He needed to stay calm around her and give her the confidence to tell him what she wanted.

A couple of nights later, she came back into his room. This time, he was prepared and stayed calm as she approached him. "Master, may I sleep at the foot of your bed? I'm having trouble getting to sleep."

He smiled at her. "If you think that would help you, you may." She smiled and crawled up at the foot of his bed. She curled up on the side he wasn't using and was asleep within a few minutes. He sat and looked at this young woman. If this helped her sleep better, he would be okay with it.

This became the normal thing for her. She would come in when he turned his lights off and crawl up on the bed, curl up in a ball, and go to sleep within minutes. He finally had to talk to her about it. "Ming Lee, does sleeping on my bed help you sleep?"

"Yes, master." He had given up on her calling him by name. He tried a hundred times, and she just refused to do so. He was afraid of what that meant about his position in her life now. He didn't want to think about that.

"From now on, you just come in here whenever you want. You can sleep in my bed, even if I'm not here, okay? This is your bed now, too." She smiled, and he thought he saw her shudder just a little. He was right, she was attached to him now, and he knew he wouldn't be able to have her leave unless she was able to on her own.

He got her a blanket of her own and left it at the foot of his bed. Sometimes he would come to bed only to find her curled up under her blanket and asleep before he even came to bed.

After two more months her ribs and bruises had healed. Physically, she felt fine. He decided he needed to give her something to do to keep her mind active. In the mornings now, she would never get up until he did. He finally realized what she was doing when he slept late one day, and woke up to find her curled up, but wide awake. She wasn't moving. The minute he stood up, she stood up. "Ming Lee, were you waiting for me to get up?" She nodded. "Please don't do that. You may get up whenever you wake up, okay? If you need to use my bathroom do so. It is your bathroom now. If you want to take a shower, I will wait for you to finish. You don't have to wait for me, Ming Lee. You are not my servant; you are my friend. And friends respect each other's feelings."

He couldn't miss the smile on her face and in her eyes as she got up. That had made her very happy. Randy was happy. It appears he was getting through to her. However, he was afraid of what that meant for the future. But for now, she was in a better place than she had been in for a very long time.

"Ming Lee, would you be willing to help in the kitchen?" She nodded, excitedly. "Good. I want to find things for you to do to help around here. If you think of anything you can do, let me know. For now, let's go to the kitchen."

She followed him to the kitchen like a little puppy, excited to follow her master. He showed her where everything was. For the next few days, she followed him around the kitchen, watching everything he did. She slowly began doing things, one at a time, until she was cooking and cleaning the kitchen. She seemed so happy and turns out she's a good cook.

Without telling her to, she began sweeping the floors and dusting. By the six-month mark, she was doing the housework and kitchen duties. She seemed very happy to be doing it, and it made Randy happy to see her smile at him when she saw him.

Ming Lee became more comfortable around May and Tim. They were the only people that came to the house. Randy made sure no one else ever saw her. She never went outside, and Randy wanted no one to know she was there.

One morning, the house was cold when Randy woke up. He found Ming Lee under his covers, near him. Apparently, she had gotten cold under her little blanket and came for more warmth. He lifted the covers, watched her sleeping peacefully beside him, and thought back to how far she had come in six months.

She suddenly woke up and cried out. She rushed out of his bed and ran into the bathroom. He finally had to put a robe on and knock on the door. "Ming Lee, are you okay?"

She opened the door and backed up to the shower door. "I'm sorry, master."

"Why would you be sorry?"

"I saw you." He knew what she was talking about. When he got up to pee in the night, he accidentally peed on his shorts. Instead of getting another pair, he just put them in the hamper and went to bed. She had seen him naked.

"Ming Lee, it is okay. You did nothing wrong. Sometimes men and women see each other naked. It just happens. Don't worry about it. I'm not mad at you." He smiled at her, and she relaxed.

Just when he thought the lessons for that morning were over, she surprised him again. "Master, do you ever want to see me naked?"

She could tell by the surprised look on his face, he had not. She put her head in her hands and ran out. He followed her to her old bedroom. "Ming Lee don't run away. You just surprised me, okay?" He smiled at her. "I do think about it once in a while. However, you have had a very hard time with men. Just my touch makes you shudder. I won't do anything that hurts you. Are you okay?"

She finally nodded and he went back to his room. Randy had a good idea where this was heading. She wanted positive sexual experiences. It was clear she had been thinking about it. She would eventually approach him with the request to sleep with him. He was sure of it now. He was in his early forties, and she was no more than twenty-four or five. He figured that wouldn't matter to her, but Randy was normally sleeping with older, bigger women like May and the woman in his barn, Jinny. This little woman was not more than 5'4" and weighed maybe a hundred pounds. She had been putting on more weight, but she would never be much heavier. Whatever, he would worry about it when it happens.

He told May about his concerns. May laughed at him to his face. "You're such a hypocrite. You'd fuck that little minx the first chance you get, and you know it. Whatever happened to her before has nothing to do with you, and if she needs it, you'll happily give it to her. So, stop with the hesitancy. You are her entire life, and probably will be for a long time, maybe forever. Just don't hurt her, or I'll kill you."

Randy knew she was right. He had a pretty good idea that Ming Lee would probably be in his home the rest of his life, if not hers. But he's still letting her make the first move.

It didn't take long. A couple of nights later, she came to bed after him. He wasn't asleep yet, and finally noticed she was just standing beside him on the side of the bed. "Master, I want to show you my body. Is it okay with you?"

He was careful to nod and wait. She slowly lifted her top over her head. She wore no bra, and her little breasts showed her nipples hard. She dropped her shorts to reveal a little panty. She hesitated for a moment before pulling down her panties to reveal her hairy valley. "You are beautiful, Ming Lee. You are young and so pretty, so full of life now."

He could tell she was so pleased. Master likes her body. She went around to her side of the bed and climbed under the covers. "Ming Lee, do you want me to touch you tonight?"

"Could you please just hold me. I'd love to be just held and cherished without being used for someone's sexual needs."

He smiled at her and gently reached out and touched her nipple. The shock gave her goosebumps over her entire body. He could see the electricity on her face. He put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. He used the other hand to gently rub her side and leg. She put her head down on his arm and closed her eyes. He pulled the covers over them and lay still.

Ming Lee was in heaven. For the first time in her life, she was naked with a man, a man who wasn't just assaulting her. This man was holding her, letting her feel something. No man had ever cared about what she felt. It had always been about what they needed or wanted. She had known she was just a sex toy for them. They never even called her by name. It was always just "bitch, spread your legs" or "bitch, suck my dick." This man actually called her by name, let her lay there, and enjoy the feeling of his body without it being on top of her. She fell asleep in his arms with a warmth in her soul she didn't know she would ever feel.

Randy lay there holding this little woman and letting her enjoy the moment. He knew he'd now have plenty of time to fuck her later. Tonight was just about her. He fell asleep smelling her hair in his face.

Ming Lee woke up and remembered where she was. It took her a moment to relax and know this man hadn't attacked her in her sleep. She could trust this man with her body, and she suddenly wanted to give it to him more than anything in the world. For the first time in her life, she WANTED to suck a man's dick. She moved down on him and began working on him.

Randy woke up the instant she put him in her mouth. He hadn't thought it would be this quick, but he wasn't going to stop her. He closed his eyes and allowed her to do her work. He wanted to see what she was willing to do, and she didn't disappoint. She must have been beaten if she failed because she was very good at this. This was wonderful, and she continued until he released in her mouth. She simply waited and swallowed everything until he was finished. She then licked him clean and came back to the head of the bed.

"My love, you are wonderful. That's the best one I've ever had. You have skills, little one." He kissed her on her mouth for the first time. She tasted a little like his juices, and he loved how her mouth seemed to fit his. She climbed on top of him and locked her lips on him and stayed there. When she finally came up for air, she put her head down on his chest and ran her hand through his hair.

She finally looked into his eyes. "Please, master, please make love to me. I've never had a man make love to me."

He picked her up, laid her on her back and got up on one elbow beside her. He smiled at her. "It would be the honor of my life to make love to you right now." He kissed her nipple and sucked on it for a moment. It sprang to life, and he pulled it with his teeth.

She closed her eyes and basked in the knowledge she could just enjoy what he was doing to her without the fear that he would hit her if he was displeased.

He then rolled on top of her, and she spread her legs. He began rubbing her clit. She was wet, but he continued to massage her happy valley until she was moaning. He wanted this to be special for her. He wanted her to enjoy her own body for the first time with a man. He continued with his finger until he felt her stiffen under him. She was moaning and shaking her head. She was mumbling something. When she finally lay still, he kissed her and whispered into her ear. "I want to be inside you, my love. I ask for your permission to make love to you."

She opened her eyes and stared into his. "Yes, master, please make love to me right now."

He smiled and carefully inserted himself into her pussy. She helped him inside her, he was a good size, and she was small, but he was able to get into her without causing her any pain. When he was fully inside, he rested to allow her to settle. She threw her arms around his waist, and he began to stroke her. Gently at first, but firmer and quicker with each thrust. She dropped her arms and let him do as he wished. He could see her arms thrown open and her mouth open as he fucked her. The sight of this delicate flower giving him her most precious gift made him come quicker than he thought, and he fired into her. Just as he released, he realized he had never asked her if it was a dangerous time for her. Whatever, she was worth it.

Ming Lee lay there soaking up the moment. She was floating in the feelings and emotions of him being inside her and on top of her by her own choice. He was not taking her body from her, she was giving it to him, willingly, and he was enjoying her body as much as she was. This is how she imagined sex was supposed to be and her mind floated away.

When he finally finished, he lay down on top of her. He covered her completely, but she didn't seem to mind. They lay there in the fog of fulfilling sex between two people who wanted it very much.

He finally got up off her. He smiled at her, bent down over her, and kissed her again. "You are magnificent, my little China doll."

He headed to the bathroom to take a shower while she basked in the glow of his praise and his sperm leaking out of her.

She finally got up and headed to the bathroom. He was just finishing and left the water on for her. She floated into the shower while he got dressed.

Ming Lee hurried to the kitchen to make Randy's breakfast. When she got there, he had breakfast almost ready. "Sit down, my love and I'll give you breakfast this morning." She sat down and he put a plate in front of her. They ate breakfast and Randy went out to the barn to feed Jinny.

Ming Lee understood about Jinny. She would never judge another person's decisions. She wanted to meet Jinny, but Randy was very nervous about her going outside. She was confident she would eventually be able to meet her, and she could wait.

That afternoon, when Randy came home, Ming Lee met him at the door, naked. She figured there was no one else in this house but them. She might as well be comfortable, and she was pretty sure he wouldn't mind.

Randy was surprised to see her at the door naked. Surprised, but pleased. She seemed completely comfortable walking around the house naked.

He thought he knew her pretty well, but she continued to surprise him. Her next surprise was to ask for a dog cage in his large, walk-in closet.

"Please, master, I need a place that is just mine, where I can hide whenever my emotions get the best of me. Please."

He was shocked but got one anyway. She was excited when he brought it into the house and put it in the walk-in closet. He put a bed inside it, and she crawled in and laid down. "Perfect. Now, all I need is a blanket over it so no one would see it if they looked in here." He got a blanket and threw it over her cage. "Wonderful." He heard from inside the cage.

Over the next few weeks, he discovered how much she liked to hide. Anytime May or Tim, or anyone else came over, she would immediately head to her cage. If she had nothing to do at the moment, she didn't sit down on the couch or lay down on his bed. No, she headed for the cage. He always knew where she would be if he couldn't find her. She would be asleep in her cage.

But she wasn't done. One day, when he was going to be gone most of the day, she asked for a favor. "Please, master, put a lock on my cage. Lock me in."

He didn't want to do that. "What if you have to go to the bathroom?"

"I'll go before you leave, and I'll just have to hold it until you return. I want to be your little China Doll. I want to be put away when you don't need me. I know, it makes no sense, but it makes me feel like I'm yours to do with as you choose. All my life, I've been made to do what others want me to do. Always men and always obeying them. Now, for the first time, I want to obey my man. I want him to order me around. I know he won't harm me, and I want to be his China Doll. I want him to have power over me. Power I give him because I love him and am thankful for the life he has given me. Please do this for me, I beg of you."

Randy was beginning to think this was too weird. What was he to do? He took a lock and that morning, locked her in her cage and threw a blanket over her. "I'll let you out, China Doll, when I return. Don't you wet yourself in there, or I will be displeased."

When he said that to the covered cage, she had an orgasm without any physical stimulation. Only the threat of his displeasure was enough to trigger it in her mind. This gave her complete freedom from decisions, difficulties, anything but what he wanted. She knew it made no sense to anyone else; but after all these years with men making her do whatever they wanted, without regard for her, Randy making her do whatever he wanted while loving her was all the difference in the world. She needed him to have power over her, to make her do his bidding, and she needed to do his bidding to show he had power over her by her own choice. It made perfect sense to her. Maybe she would explain it to Randy some time.

She held out until he returned to let her out of the cage. She hurried to the bathroom and did not make a mess. He followed her, praising her for being a good girl. This made her very happy. He may not understand, but this was going to work for Ming Lee.

Randy was only now beginning to understand her need to please him. Not just in sex, but anything else he wanted. She never put clothes on again unless he insisted. If they were alone, she needed none. If anyone came to the house, she hid in her cage. No one saw her after the cage. May and Tim knew where she was, but they never mentioned it, and never went into the closet. No one else knew someone else lived in this house, and Ming Lee LOVED that. She was his private little China Doll that he could order around. At night, he began making her do whatever sexual things he wanted, and she couldn't do it fast enough. Whether it was sucking on him, meeting him at the door with her mouth or pussy bent over a chair. Whatever he wanted, she wanted. It became that simple to her.

She continued doing all the housework while she was naked and happy. Randy would catch her singing to herself sometimes while cleaning or doing the laundry.

As the years passed, she spent more time in her cage. Randy began putting her in her cage when he was home sometimes. She didn't care, as long as he came and got her at night. She needed to be under him at night. She had taken to pushing under him and letting him sleep on top of her. He thought he would be too heavy for her, but she liked the idea of being protected when asleep. The weight of his body on her was her guarantee that she was protected.

Randy couldn't love any woman more than he loved Ming Lee. It wasn't because she obeyed him in everything. It wasn't that. It was because her love was complete, without reservation or conditions. He had never had unconditional love before, and it melted his heart every time he thought about her. It would interrupt his day sometimes when he thought of her in the middle of work. He'd have to stop and clear his head before he could continue. The thought of her crying or being sad was now more than he wanted to bear. Her smile alone warmed his heart.

As Randy got older, it was more up to Ming Lee to initiate sex. She was much younger, and he had to work harder to be able to perform. Ming Lee knew when and how he would be able to make love to her, and she would approach him when he would be able to satisfy her. It was like she could smell it, or something. Randy didn't know how, but he appreciated how she handled their sex life in his later years. She always made him feel virile, and dominate, even when in reality, she was doing most of the work.

Ming Lee finally got to meet Jinny right before she died. She had been bugging Randy for years, and he finally knew if not now, it would be never, and he relented.

Ming Lee had been there for fifteen years when he finally led her out to the barn to meet Jinny. She was very nervous. Each knew of the other but had no other knowledge of the other's life. Why did they do what they did, or anything about it. Ming Lee quietly stepped up to the pen rail and looked into the pen. Jinny was the largest woman Ming Lee had ever seen up close and naked. The rolls of her fat and the huge breasts made Ming Lee jealous for just a second. Randy went inside and sat down beside Jinny. He began rubbing her bald head and massaging her shoulders. He motioned for Ming Lee to come in, and he introduced her to Jinny. "Jinny, this is Ming Lee. I'm sorry I haven't brought her out to meet you before. I've been afraid if anyone saw her, we would have trouble, but, in reality, I was afraid to combine my two loves together. I love you, Jinny, and will miss you terribly if you leave me. You were never replaced by Ming Lee, never. It was different, not better."

Jinny looked at Ming Lee and smiled. "I'm glad to finally get to meet you, my dear. I hope you can keep this man in line. He can be a handful. Please, come sit by me." Randy got up and gave Ming Lee his spot. He then left the two women to talk about him alone. He went back to the house.

The two women talked about Randy and their lives, and how things played out for a couple of hours. By the time Ming Lee left, she kissed and hugged Jinny.

Jinny had a tear in her eye when she said. "Take care of him, my dear. He needs all the help he can get."

"I'll do whatever I can, but he will never be the same if you leave him. You are the most important person in his life and has been for as long as I've known him."

What Ming Lee said made Jinny cry openly. She knew it was bullshit, but the girl trying to make her feel better caught her by surprise. She had wanted to hate Ming Lee for years, and now, she finds out she likes her. What the fuck??

Ming Lee went back to the house and had to go to her cage to be alone. She wanted to morn and cry for Jinny alone. Ming Lee understood things about life, and she could tell Jinny didn't have long. She hadn't thought about the large, white woman in the barn very often in years, but now that she was dying, Ming Lee couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Jinny died a couple of months later, and Ming Lee insisted on going to the gravesite and saying a few words for the woman she had only met once.

Randy had worried for years about what would happen to Ming Lee after he died. He had a private detective try to find her mother on the off chance she was still alive. It took the man a year, including a month in Thailand, but he eventually found her mother. She had gotten the man's money and his house. It made her a very desirable marriage candidate, and she had been able to land another husband. This man was kind and good to her. She was now in her early sixties, and in good health. Since Ming Lee didn't exist in America and would never be allowed to travel to Thailand or anywhere else, Randy convinced her mother and her new husband to travel to them.

Ming Lee was beside herself when she found out her mother was still alive and was coming to visit them. She was so nervous and couldn't sleep for weeks before they arrived.

Randy bought Ming Lee the finest clothes and jewelry. They updated the furniture in the house and had everything Ming Lee would need to show her mother she was happy and doing well in America.

When the car pulled up from the airport, Ming Lee had trouble standing still in the driveway. When she saw her mother, she ran toward her, and they hugged and cried. Randy and the new husband just shook hands and waited for the two women to recover.

The visit was wonderful. Mom was very happy with the house and the country. Where she lives, there were people everywhere. Here, there was space and room. Open fields with cows, horses, and crops growing everywhere. To her mother, it was heaven, and she was so thankful that Ming Lee had finally found her happy place after all the pain she had endured as a child. She was especially thankful for Randy. Mom could tell how much Ming Lee loved him, and how much Randy doted on her.

Ming Lee was equally happy her mother had finally found a man who was kind to her and took care of her like she deserved to be taken care of.

After nearly twenty years apart, they spent a month getting to know each other again. By the time mom left, Ming Lee had taught her how to use a zoom connection so they could talk to each other from around the world.

Mom was never able to come back, but they talked almost every day or two for the rest of mom's life. They never mentioned that Randy and mom were almost the same age. Randy and mom talked about it, but decided that if Ming Lee was happy, that was all mom cared about.

After mom left, Ming Lee went to Randy and sat on his lap. "Master." She had stopped calling him that sometimes. Whenever she needed the extra warmth in her heart, she would call him Master. Otherwise, it was Randy. Randy always loved having her call him Master. It meant the world to him. "Master, thank you for finding my mother. If I could love you more than I already do, I would. You own my body, my heart, and my soul. The day you die will be the day I die. SO, please, don't die until you are in your nineties, okay? Promise?"

Randy held her on his lap and cried without shame. This woman was the best thing that had ever happened to him. "I will do my best, I promise. Every day I wake up to see your smiling face is a good day. Every day you touch me is a good day. Every day you make love to me, even if I have trouble, it is a special day for me. No man has ever had a more considerate and loving mate than I have. I can finally ask you, would you marry me? I asked your mother for permission, and she agreed."

Ming Lee was shocked. She had no legal rights in America. She couldn't sign any legal documents. She had assumed she would never be able to get married to Randy. Randy had one more surprise for her. He took out an envelope and handed it to her. She opened it to find a driver's license and a passport. She didn't know whose name was on the forms, but they were her picture.

"This is your name when you travel. I paid someone Wallace put me in touch with the man who made these. You don't remember Wallace because you were unconscious the entire time you were in his club, but he called me to come and take you away before he called the police about Wuan. He didn't want you to be in trouble with the authorities. I agreed to help him by taking you away like you never existed. In return, he promised to do something for me. What I wanted was someone to give me documents so we could travel together, and you could go and visit your mother. He came through and these documents are legit, and you will be able to travel around the world with me now. So, first, I want to marry you. I don't care what the name on the marriage license says, as long as it says you are my wife for the rest of my life."

Ming Lee sat on his lap and cried, uncontrollably. He just held her until she was able to regain her composure. When she could finally speak, she squeaked out, "Yes" and they kissed for a couple of minutes.

They sat and held each other until the sun set in front of them and it grew cold. They finally went into the house to continue their celebration.

Afterwards, they both lay in each other's arms, reflecting on their lives.

Randy couldn't have imagined how this little skinny, almost dead Chinese girl could turn his entire life over and make him one of the happiest men alive.

Ming Lee had spent her youth begging for death. She lost count of the number of times she begged God to let her die and escape the hell she was living in. Even after Randy had rescued her, she didn't trust that God had saved her for the first entire year. She expected Wuan to return and take her away from Randy. She now couldn't imagine a life without him, and she would be eternally thankful for him. She knew she would do anything he asked her to, and she would do it gladly. He was her Master, and nothing could make her happier.