She was a Chinese Factory Slave Younang was a Chinese Factory Worker and A Chinese Sex Slave, the Factory Floor was her bed and she blamed the American phone makers

Younang

She told the story of the guards and telling her what to do.

She started out as an innocent farm girl brought to the city to work in the factory making phones for the capitalist.  The Chinese Communist knew about the explosive combination of cheap Chinese labor and American capital but the media was kept away from the factory floor and the dorms that held the workers. It was regrettable that a times Younang had to be beaten but she had to be broken and shamed into working inside the sprawling factory. They were never told to speak freely when the American companies inspected the factory, it was always about damage control, the grim reality was that Younang, still the teenage girl from the countryside was a Chinese slave.  The scenario was simple, Younang's parents were offered money for the young virgin girl and she was loaded up into the company truck and taken to one of the hundreds of factory towns.  The sexual harassment started almost at once so when Younang arrived in the workers dorm she was no longer a true virgin.  She had been forced to give oral sex to many men and stroke the guards and on the last night of the long road trip she was given cocaine she had thought, not really sure. Upon her arrival at the factory office she was given her rights on a tiny sheet of people that were really the harsh rules of the factory.  Younange was enrolled in the Communist TUS Trade Union School which was paid for by the American companies to educate their third party workers which was a false claim she would soon discover.  With her factory I.D. and her TUS membership card she was allowed on all the production floors of the factory except the top floor.  The factory was over three million square feet and consisted of five factory levels and then the top floor for executives, managers and factory supervisors.  She would discover real crime on the sixth level of the factory where executives would soon expose themselves as she sat naked behind the glass.  The pretty young teenagers were forced to shower and sit down fully nude behind a spy mirror where the executives could watch them and admire them without being seen.  The executives and their inappropriate behavior was only a small problem for the girls because the managers and supervisors took more than their share.  Many rapes happened late at night inside the factory, Younang could hear the whimpers of young girls being taken under almost a silent protest because if they cried out too loud they were beaten and some faced gang rapes by their trainers from the Trade Union Schools.  The turmoil inside the factory never stopped but would pause when American executives walked the floors.  The young factory workers were allowed to bath and they all received new clothing with bright logo's representing the American companies.  It was during one of these visits, when an American engineer noticed Younang and she noticed his armband matched the logo on her factory clothes. They had a connection and it made her smile and he offered a wave to her without ever stopping.  The insanity of factory imprisonment and sixteen hour days, six days a week would never end for Younang, her life was about to get a lot worse and the brutality from her supervisor would get even worse than before, the punishment for looking at the American engineer and smiling was outdoor rape at the main entrance of the factory.  Any young man with a dick could have her and many of them enjoyed her ass and at times hundreds walked by smirking but some shouted with joy as she was again being forced on her knees, like a dog, she was pumped over and over again.  The attacks on her would last over a week and then she was taken to the factory hospital for recovery so she could return to work.  

Even with all this pain, she had to return to work.

The factory orders, could never been late.

The guards could never be wrong.

She could never be loved.

She belonged to the Chinese States Communist Party

She was a Chinese Factory Slave

It was the people that he remembered, the Chinese workers, almost asleep and looking very hungry leaning over their machines, making the parts that he had drawn only a few months ago, a long way from New York City now.

His trips to China were planned out in advance by the Vice President of production and it seemed that he was in China a lot in the last few years.  The computer devices and instrument company CDIC was not a huge player in the electronics market, most have never heard of the name.  His staff of engineers designed the tiny parts and had them manufactured in Chinese factories and some in Vietnam that were finished and placed inside the brand name devices by other factories, somewhere else, the devices consumers found in stores across the world.  The tiny parts that nobody ever saw and the magazines never wrote about remained his bread and butter.

This trip to China was different and it was because of her, the little one over on machine number 1432, way off the main floor, looking very tired tonight, more than most.

Her name was Younang so she answered to the American when he called her "YOU" just making it easy to get her attention tonight.  Her finished parts were being rejected tonight by the Chinese factory managers and she wasn't alone now as three supervisors had waved him over to take a look.

The tiny device parts were difficult to manufacturer and Younang was looking through her large magnifying glass and pointing to a tiny fracture on the green plastic base plate.

Andy Leger could barely see what she was pointing at so he leaned in closer to Younang and couldn't help notice that she needed to take a bath so he backed up a few inches.  He could see the tiny fracture in the base plate making mounting anything almost impossible.  

Andy knew that CDIC didn't make the base plate so this problem would belong to another companies engineer floating around the giant Chinese factory.  Younang was talking quickly and pointing again at another part and another tiny fracture.  The one factory supervisor tried to out talk her but that seemed impossible.  With more than just a little shock the supervisor slapped Younang out of her chair and then kicked her chair as she tossed around the floor, now crying but, had stopped talking.

Andy knew to move back because he had seen this violence before, it had been a long time but, he knew some of these girls were abused in many ways and when things went wrong the Chinese factory owners would withhold food and beat them.  Younang was terrified, she knew her place, as she looked away from the supervisor knowing not to look him in the eye now because he would beat her, in front of everybody now watching but still working.

Even with all this pain, she had to return to work,

so she picked up the metal chair and sat back down, always looking down now, trying to work as Andy noticed her tear drops hitting the magnifying glass creating a blur of images below as the supervisor pushed her head down in disgust.

Younang knew that she had to control her emotions now as the factory supervisor was waiting for her to speak as he never offered any acts of kindness or willingness to understand actual production problems.  The girls were beaten often and the young girls were sexually abused late at night when the factory dorm lights were off creating many dark places in the girls hearts and mind. 

Younang knew that this same factory supervisor would come around tonight and she would be expected to show her appreciation to him for not firing her or beating her on the production floor.  She would be expected to give her body to him, freely stroking him and showing him complete gratitude with sex.  He would make sure that enough light would allow other girls to watch her education.  She could not overreact to his thrusting as he would blame her for his own  finishing too early, making him look bad to the other girls, watching and waiting for their turn.

She would sleep little tonight and not receive any food for dinner, but maybe breakfast if she sucked him well.   The supervisor would show no compassion and give her no choices regarding his expectations.  Maybe, if Younang was lucky she could sleep a couple of hours, the first bell sounded at four o:clock in the morning, breakfast at 4:15 and work at 4:30 sharp when the work bell rang and the machines turned on, six days a week.