The story that follows may sound like fiction, but every single word is true and actually happened.

I was just 16 when I went to Hong Kong with my parents. My father worked for a multi-national banking corporation and had been transferred to Hong Kong on a three year work contract

After finishing school, I was pretty desperate for a job and applied to work as a waitress in an English style pub which had opened up in the basement of the five star Mandarin Hotel.

I started the job on my 17th birthday

We were given a black and red uniform with a name badge to be worn on our left lapel. I was put on one month’s trial.

Although the pay was fair, the cost of living in Hong Kong is very high and I struggled to maintain the small flat I had taken.

After a month I was told I could join the girls who wore their name tags on their right lapels. I found out later this meant they were available for sex. I was told that if I didn’t, I was out of a job. The pay was £50 per customer.

Four days later I got my first "client," as they were called -- a Japanese business man. He was waiting in the back room when I went through with his drink -- on the house.

First he wanted to photograph me. I had done lots of nude modeling, so it was easy for me to take my clothes off for him. He then screwed me, very gently and very nicely, but very quickly.

I had become a prostitute.

Before that evening was over I had my second client. This time he was a rather well dressed but smelly Chinese man. I had been told to do whatever the client wanted. I sucked him to climax and deposited my mouthful of cum into a tissue.

And so it went on. Some nights I had no customers. But on weekends I was often working to three in the morning.

I didn’t like it as you never knew who was waiting in the room until you arrived. But the money was excellent and I moved into a new flat in an up-scale neighborhood.

The whole operation was under the control of a triad gang called the 14K who ran most of Hong Kong. They also ran a escort agency called Euroescorts and after six months working in the club, I was told that

I was to become one of their escorts.

You didn’t argue with them.

All the escorts were given perks and extras, and I was no exception. We were given a very generous allowance for clothes and make up, and were expected to look good at all times. The escorts earned a lot more money than the hostesses at the club, but we were expected to do whatever the paying customer requested.

Madame Ng was in charge of the agency. When I went to see her she said she needed to see my passport to check my visa details. I didn’t see it again for two years.

Most of the customers were business men from all over the world and sometimes we were wined and dined at the top spots. But the "date" nearly always ended with sex. Sometimes normal, sometimes oral, sometimes anal. In every case, the date wasn’t over until they were satisfied. The customers chose their escorts from glossy brochures listing all the girls with a brief description of what each girl’s specialty. They were shown photos of the girls, some bordering on pornographic.

Condoms were kept behind the bar, in boxes of 144. This was before HIV, though, and the customers very rarely used them. The agency had its own doctor and we were checked out every month for any sexual disease we may have picked up.

Most of my "dates" were alright, but there were several I will always remember for the bad way I was treated. I was young, good looking and had plenty of money. I told myself I was on top of the world.

For the next six months everything ran smoothly. The numerous clients (of all nationalities) were happy with the services provided and my weekly income was excellent. In fact I was beginning to save a lot of money for the first time in my life.

Stephen Ng was the son of Madame Ng who ran Euro Escorts. We often saw him around and he was always very pleasant towards the girls. I was flattered when he asked me to go out with him for a celebration meal on his birthday. How naive I was.

We dined at a top class restaurant in Kowloon. He offered me a cigarette, saying it was "herbal" and like a fool I accepted it. From then on I was in a different world. I knew what was happening but had no power to stop it. It was a weird feeling but I could remember everything that took place.

He took me back to the Club, where in a basement room, two men I had never seen before, were waiting with cameras. They wanted me to pose nude and I was unable to resist as they took my clothes away. I have no problem with nudity so posed in all the positions they asked me to. One requested bondage shots and I agreed.

A long narrow stool, on small wheels, was brought in to the room and I was asked to lie along it. My arms were tied to two of the legs and my thighs were strapped to the other two. A leather belt pulled my waist tightly down onto the leather stool.

In thirty seconds I had been made completely helpless.The stool, with me attached, was wheeled through a door into a larger room. My hair was hanging down all over the place, and I couldn't really see what was going on. I did notice however a Chinese girl, walking with a pronounce limp, entering the room and leading a Great Dane wearing red and white socks on his front paws.

Even through the haze of the drug I had smoked, I suddenly realized what was happening and screamed and shouted at the top of my voice for them to let me go. I don't usually swear, but torrents of abuse were pouring from my lips, but to no avail. My tears and pleading just drew blank faces and no movement to rescue me from my predicament.

Someone gathered my hair up and tied it back. By raising my head, I could now see what a mess I had got myself into. The room was covered in mirrors. Walls, ceiling and even the floor was one mass of reflections. There was a single row of basic seats around the walls of the room. Some were occupied by mainly Chinese, and there were more still entering.

I looked down and saw my reflection in one of the mirror tiles on the floor. My face was dripping sweat with the efforts of trying to free myself and all the shouting I had been doing.

Thoughts raced through my mind. I knew this kind of thing went on in Hong Kong but I was happy with my escort work and didn't want any part of this. But I didn't have a choice.

The leash was slipped off the dog and he circled round me a couple of times. With some encouragement from the Chinese girl he licked me from behind and climbed on to me.

He had done it lots of times before and knew what was expected of him. I could feel his hard end pushing up against me several times, before he found what he was searching for and slid effortlessly inside me.

He was big and seemed to go up me forever. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and I could feel his warm juices coming inside me in short spurts.

His front paws had me in a vice-like grip and he was going in and out of me like an express train. I felt so humiliated. When was it going to stop? He gave one almighty thrust and I remember screaming in pain as he pushed all he had, right into me.

I could feel the swelling in me, it seemed to get bigger and hurt like mad. Suddenly he stopped thrusting and somehow managed to turn completely round. We were facing opposite directions and we were locked together. I was still in tears. The brakes were released from the stool wheels and I was pulled around the room wherever he wanted to go. The watching spectators were calling him over and then closely inspecting our joining together.

I had no idea how long we were together like this. It seemed an age, but was probably about half and hour.

All at once the swelling that was keeping us together, seemed to go down and with a slurping sound he pulled out of me.

Almost at once I could feel his semen running out of me and down the inside of my thighs, down onto the mirrored floor. Someone thankfully moved the stool away from the prying eyes and touching hands of the audience, and into the center of the room.

I waited to be released.

The Chinese girl limped into the room again. She was leading another huge dog. It was a Mastiff and I found out later it weighed over 15 stones. It was no good shouting, it was no good pleading. The dog was turned loose and within 5 minutes of getting rid of one dog, this huge animal was up inside me, giving me a humping much more severe than the previous one. This dog was much bigger and it felt as if it was stretching me beyond endurance. And then the knot went in, and I screamed again in pain. Another half hour was spent being dragged around the room for all to inspect. Once again, slurp and we were separated with cum streaming again down the inside of my thighs.

The audience stood up and began to leave. I knew my exhibition had finished for the night.

I vowed not to do anything like that again.

Two days later, I was handed an envelope containing about twenty photos, taken during both sessions. They were very clear and left no doubt who they were of and what I was doing. A hand written note said copies would be sent to my family if I didn't do exactly what they wanted.

There was also a date and time for another show and that I had to be there.I had to decide whether to be there or cross the Triads.

Love, Kelly