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For James
Chapter 4
By Incomplete
Synopsis: A young pretty Asian wife falls into the hands of several sadists
but must endure it for the sake of her husband.
Story Codes: M/f slavery real reluctant humiliation Serious
Disclaimer: Story contains themes of rough non-consensual sex, bondage and S&M,
and is not intended for minors. All characters in the story as well as events
are fictional. This is merely a creative, erotic piece for your enjoyment.
Berg sat on the rocking chair on the porch of Uncle Billy's ranch. It was
blistering hot, and he sipped on the lemonade frequently. Through the dark
sunglasses, he could see the guests were all having a good time. The barbeque
was an annual event, and this year, with the addition of Jeannie, things were
more interesting. The men were now all familiar with the girl, more intimately
than she would have ever hoped. After all, they were her customers at one
time or another. Today though, they were her guests.
Befitting of a king, the hosts, Uncle Billy and his two nephews, sat back to
relax, while their slave girl shuffled about to accommodate the guests. Today,
Jeannie was a slave, in the literal sense of the word. Living out their
ancestral traditions, the men decided to put the poor girl in a rough cotton
dress. The dress, if it could be so described, was nothing more than rags that
barely covered her body. As she moved, she would lewdly display her feminine
charms to the lustful gazes of the men. Adding to that was her well oiled body,
that glistened under the sun's angry stare. Around her neck was a large iron
collar. She hadn't been in such bondage for a long while now, and was
extremely uncomfortable with the limited mobility caused by the wrist and
ankle chains.
"You know, it's time that we send her southward. There's pressure from both
ends," said Berg, as he casually sipped from the lemonade glass.
"I know, I know," Billy replied. He was saddened to have to part with the girl.
She was certainly the best fuck he had. Yet, she was indirectly causing
trouble. A young executive and his pretty and well accomplished scientist wife
couldn't just disappear without people looking for them. Additionally, the boss
down south had other plans for her. The job was at first scary and new to them,
but it paid well, with the added bonus of having the girl for so long. Like
all sweet dreams, this one wasn't to last all that long.
Uncle Billy stared off into the distant. Jeannie was pouring lemonade for
Mitch, while two pairs of hands were on her body, one under her flimsy top,
and the other under the hem of her skirt. The old man let out a sigh. "Oh well,
Berg. You staying for the night?"
"Nah, I'll come back Tuesday, and pick her up then."
"Well, I guess we'll have the goodbye fucks now. You can get it on your trip,"
Billy commented, as he stood up with an obvious hard-on. He waved a hand to
the party of men, as he approached his slave girl. In one smooth motion, he
pushed her against the table, and ripped away at whatever was left of the skirt
that hid her snatch. The men cheered and taunted, as the old man pumped away
at the smooth soft body of the tanned Asian girl.
Jeannie was in the car for two days now. She was sure that they were somewhere
mid-way through Mexico. The trip was uneventful, though she was rather
agitated. No one told her where she was going. Just when she settled into a
routine with the rednecks, suddenly she was transported into a foreign land.
She had tried to question B for answers, and all she was told was that she
would soon be reunited with her husband, unless of course, if she were to
misbehave.
There was no reason to doubt them, for when she arrived at some small town in
Mexico, a short, fat, middle-aged woman was there with a letter written in
James' hand to greet them with. As always, the message was short:
My beloved Jeannie,
I am well. Do not worry. My current job has been keeping me rather busy, but I
will try to write whenever the time (and they) permit. As always, I love you.
James
Officer Berg leaned over to her ear and told her to be obedient. Maria, that
lady, was to bring her to her husband. With that, the man kissed her goodbye,
leaving the girl stranded. Surprisingly, the woman spoke English rather well,
even though the first words made it quite clear as to Jeannie's newfound
status, "Bitch, grab your things and follow me."
The old woman rummaged through Jeannie's bag of costumes. They were mostly
such things as cheerleader outfits and schoolgirl uniforms. There were her
lacy underwear and garters as well. Her face blushed involuntarily
nevertheless.
The older woman walked over to the girl, who in her heels, stood much taller
than the woman. She gripped a nipple and twisted it. Before Jeannie could move
her hand to defend herself, the woman slapped her hard. "You are with me now,
and we go by my rules until I deliver you to your husband."
"Yes ma'am," Jeannie said.
"Mistress," corrected the lady, "That's what slaves call their owner."
"Yes mistress," the girl repeated.
"Strip!"
This was a familiar command to the girl, and calmly she took off her clothes
for the woman's appraisal. As the fat woman walked behind her, Jeannie felt
the cool touch of a thin cylindrical object slide up her upper thigh, over the
curve of her buttocks, and onto her lower back. Involuntarily, goose-bumps
rose on her skin. Satisfied with the effect that the cane had on the helpless
girl, the woman patted the girl's buttocks softly, as the girl shuddered in
terror. No, she wasn't to mark the girl yet.
She walked over to a broken down couch and dropped her skirt, revealing a
bushy pussy. Maria caught the girl blushing. That made her juices flow even
more.
"On your knees bitch! Whenever you see a pussy or a cock, you're mouth has to
be ready. Do you hear me?" she said with a husky voice. Her Hispanic accent
made the command even more fearful, simply by being foreign. With the cane,
she lifted the girl's chin, making her look at her face and at her pussy.
"Ever licked cunt?"
"No, ma'am," Jeannie quickly replied, as if her hastened declaration would
save her.
"I'll teach you. For starters, bury your face here," the older woman said, as
she lightly touched her sex. Then in a loud, harsher tone she added, "Get to
it!" and gave the Asian girl a hard tap on the arm with the cane.
Immediately, the girl crawled over to the older woman and buried her face into
the pussy of the woman. It was repugnant, and a musky smell infiltrated her
nose. The smell was suggestive of the lack of cleaning. As if knowing what the
girl was thinking, Maria remarked, "I've been saving the cleaning for your
tongue."
She continued, "With one hand, spread my labia. Yes, that's right! Now lick
that lollipop bitch! Yes, slower, yes." She sucked in her breathe, as she felt
the warm, wet tongue slip over her tender bulb. The Asian girl was learning.
Like a mother teaching her child, the Mexican woman continued to give
instructions, "Now lick the sides. Yes. Good chica. Now with your lips. Suck
my lips. Uh huh, stick your tongue in. Penetrate it deeper. Deeper. Yes. Now
keep doing it. Alternate."
Maria was in paradise. The sticky cunt juice on Jeannie's face was a testament
to that. Between the lapping, the girl would occasionally lift her head up to
breathe, only to be pressed back down to action by the big strong hands of the
matron. Three hours and five orgasms later, both women were exhausted.
Jeannie's tongue was numb and extremely fatigued. The cunt penetration forced
her to use muscles from parts of her tongue that was previously not required.
Finally, the old woman sat up and looked at the sex slave on the ground.
Jeannie, despite her fatigue, knelt to action and awaited her instructions.
"Do you like cunts or cocks, whore?"
"Cocks," the girl blurted out, but quickly added "are what this slut is used
to. But I love your cunt ma'am." She tried her best to smile.
The old woman, on the other hand, smiled sincerely. This girl was trying to
be smart. "Well, that's good. Because you'll get both. Now go clean up slut,
and wait in the room for my hombre, Juarez. He'll give you all the cock you
want."
Juarez was excited to get home. He had spent the day at the local whorehouses
and clubs pimping. However, he had long received news of the transport they
were to run. He had even seen pictures of the girl. She was Asian. They had
told her that she was American, educated, and basically, the type that he
would never see, unless she was kidnaped here. An added bonus was the fact that
she was Chinese. In this part, the hatred for Chinese immigrants was as old as
whoring itself. The chinos came and worked hard. They integrated and moved up
in society. Then they hired back the natives. This made the locals mad. It was
in this culture that Juarez grew up in. Gringos and chinos were utterly
despised. He smiled at the thought. It was good that he hated them.
So today, he left early. As he entered the apartment, his wife, whom he
lovingly called baca behind her back, greeted him. She seemed especially happy.
"Dinner?" she asked in Spanish.
He waved her off. His mind had run through the scenarios, and he now wanted to
see her in the flesh. Seeing this, his wife simply pointed to the bedroom. He
practically flew over to the door, stopping to catch his breath before entering.
With one hand on the knob, he turned it slowly like a child unwrapping his
birthday present.
In the room, was the Chinese girl, Jeannie. She was in a black lacey bra with
matching panties and suspenders that held up her garter belt and black
stockings. Her slender body was tanned and lean, in striking contrast to his
wife's. Her perk breast rose with each deep, nervous breath.
Jeannie looked up at her new owner, who was practically drooling over her. She
was scared. She had been in such circumstances before, but that was still
nonetheless in the US. Now she was in Mexico. Things could go wrong, and if
they did, would there be help? She trembled when he held her up. His smile was
as crooked as his teeth. He smelled of cheap liquor and decaying meat, probably
still caught between his molars. Surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, as
Juarez marketed to American tourists as well, he gave his bitch a command in
English, "Kiss me, like you do your esposo."
Jeannie stared into the eyes of this lust-filled man. She put her mouth to his
and felt the stubbles scratch her delicate skin. She pressed on. His tongue
entered her, and with it, the smell of dead meat. She quickly withdrew and
gagged. Juarez was angry. Fucking Chinese whore. He grabbed her hair and back
handed her, sending the tiny girl flying onto the bed. Tonight, he would make
her pay.
With her panties around her neck and her bra misplaced under her tits, she was
kneeling by the side of the bed. Cum was in her hair, and cum was dribbling off
of her chin, while she gently nibbled at Juarez balls. His erect cock rested
on her face as she swallowed one of his balls, and teased it with her tongue.
She could feel some of his pre-cum being smeared on her face. Was she playing
the part of a loving wife as he demanded, or was she acting out her role as
the Chinese puta? She didn't know. All she knew was that the man wouldn't be
happy if her mind wandered away from the task at hand. So she never stayed
with one act for too long. To him, that was the sign of a mechanical whore, one
that doesn't think. He likes his whore to work her mind and body to please him
and his cock.
The girl began licking his cock. The base, then kissed the sides, the tip, and
finally, she took it in. All the while, her small hands, rested on his hairy
thighs. She wasn't allowed to use them. That was cheating. Cock sucking was a
whore's skill. If he wanted a good hand-job, his own would do. So Jeannie's
tired tongue was put to work again. Her lips wrapping itself around his cock,
trying to squeeze yet another humiliating spurt of cum into her mouth.
The next three days passed by in a haze for the girl. She was mentally and
physically exhausted. Seemingly without end, the woman and her husband used
her for all their sexual needs, taking turns raping her. On the third day, the
man brought home six or seven men, maybe more, to enjoy the rare Oriental
beauty's skills. Finally, after such rampant usage, Jeannie gave out, her mind
reeling into unconsciousness.
When she came to, she felt sore, but mentally refreshed. Surprised that she
wasn't awoken for her "laziness," she rose to the sound of bustling footsteps.
"Oh my little pet. Well rested I hope?"
"Yes ma'am," the girl replied weakly.
"Good, then shower and make yourself pretty. Mr. Rodriguez and Choco are
coming."
After reaching the dirty shower stall that smelled of urine, she turned on the
water. She felt the warm water run down her body, and saw the steam rise. She
pretended that she was home, and that this was one of those mornings before an
outing with her husband. Maria's voice jolted her back to reality. A rush of
adrenaline burst through her arteries. She realized the mistake that she had
made and quickly shut off the hot water. The cold water landed on her skin,
erecting her nipples. In her fatigue, she had forgotten the house rule. A bitch
never uses warm water. Cold was for her daily washing, and hot was used to
punish her.
She hurried up and finished. After a half hour, Jeannie looked almost brand
new. Standing in the middle of the room for her owners' appraisal was the
cute Chinese American. She was at the precipice of full bloom of womanhood, or
at least she should be. This was the time when a woman thinks of motherhood,
of her career, and be at the height of her beauty and confidence. Yet, what
stood before the two Hispanics was a stunning fuck doll, who tremored at the
slightest touch, and was burdened by the heavy threats of losing the one
person in her life that she loved most.
A knock at the door brought in a new man into Jeannie's life. He was a father
figure. A man with a brownish gray beard, a round pot belly, and a jovial
smile. At forty eight, he was at the peak of his career. Mr. Rodriguez, or
Senor R, was a procurer of flesh. Today, the flesh to be procured wasn't really
his, but he was entrusted with the task by reputation, and he needed to upkeep
it. With a cigar in hand, the man in the tacky green suit strolled in, and
with every lewd movement or uncouth gesture, an acrid smell of too much cologne
and too much cigar smoke filled the room's air with its pungency.
He too spoke English. The man took pride in that he had studied a full semester
at a junior college in the States. He was every bit an equal, if not superior
to this educated bitch. So the first thing that he did was to push the girl
into a more appropriate position. This allowed her to meet his friend, Choco.
The dog, unlike his master, was more calm. Not familiar with pets, Jeannie
couldn't make out what type it was, except that it had short light brown fur,
and that it was probably maltreated since its rib stood out prominently against
its skin. Otherwise, he looked calm, tired even.
Not bothering with speaking in Spanish, they spoke about the girl in English,
so that she could take in all of the humiliating details of the trade. "She's
to go south? To the plantations?"
"Yes. We give you $200 dollars for the transport."
"No, no, surely you can offer more."
"Look at her. She's a beauty. Fucks well, cock or cunt. Obedient."
"How many do you think that she can do a day?"
"40-50 maybe even more. She's young. She'll make the trip and earn you a
profit along the way."
The man look at her again, cupping her tits, and touching and probing her
inner holes. "$275." The deal was made. Yet there was one more thing. They all
knew it, except for Jeannie. To own a whore, they needed to make her the most
abject being in their possession. A girl like Jeannie, who was modest, smart,
and independent, needed to be brought down several pegs. Kneeling wasn't low
enough, especially not for a Chinese whore.
"Say hi to Choco," the man said.
The girl looked at the dog and greeted the dog, "Hi Choco."
"No bitch. It's 'Hi Sir."
Feeling foolish for doing so, Jeannie repeated herself with the correction.
Senor R continued, "Ask for what all sluts want."
Glancing up at him, the girl asked, "Please fuck me sir."
He smirked and shook his head. "No cunt. I am very selective. To be my cunt
hole is an honor that you have not earned yet. Yet I'm kind, and so is Choco.
Since you need a cock to live, I generously offer his. Beg Choco for it."
Jeannie's heart almost burst from her bosom. Wide-eyed with fright she shook
her head, "No. Please no. I'll fuck you. I'm very good. Sir, please!" then
looking at her previous owners, "Please ma'am, sir, tell him. Tell him I'm a
good whore."
Cruelly, the couple shook their heads. "She's a lazy slut. She'll make a good
doggie bitch, until she can learn respect."
"But I do!!! I respect my masters! Please!!!!!! I'll fuck anyone. All the time,
anytime. Please, just not the dog!!!" The girl was desperate. Her eyes darted
back and forth. There was no sympathy though. The three wanted a show and a
demonstration. They wanted to see her that last vestige and boundary of
humanity be muddled. What transpired next, surprised Jeannie, and to a small
extent her captors. For at that transient moment, nothing mattered more than
her escape. Even James was out of her mind. Grabbing an astray, she hit Senor
R on the head, and bolted for the door. Yet by the time she realized that it
was locked and started to fumble with it, a hand had wrapped itself around her
long black hair and yanked. She fell backwards onto the floor and a foot was
planted on her abdomen, ribs, and back in rapid succession. Finally, the dirty
sole of Senor R's foot was upon her throat, choking and squashing her slender
neck. She held still, watching the dark cold eyes of her irate owner. Though
he liked blood, Senor R didn't like to see his own. He motioned with his hands
and something was placed into it. He held it to Jeannie's panic stricken eyes.
A cattle prod lit up, sending sparks into the invisible air. A cruel smile
before she remembered the familiar kiss of electricity on her sensitive nips.
She flapped about widely for a few seconds, before another wave sent her back
into her mad frenzy. This continued despite her attempts to withdraw. There was
nowhere to run. Like a trapped animal, she sank to her knees and took the
abuse. Sooner or later, she thought, she would be electrocuted to death, and
that would be the end. However, it wasn't. Senor R finally stopped, but not
out of mercy. He had zapped the girl countless times, producing a fine layer
or perspiration on the girl's lithe body. She was really the best looking
non-white in his possession ever.
Sensing the benevolent act, the girl knelt and prostrated herself before her
master, with head touching the floor, she groveled, "Please sir. I'm sorry. So
sorry. No more. Please."
He stopped her. "Stand up." The stunned girl quickly stood. "Spread your legs.
Finger your clit, and show me what a good whore you are. I knew that all of
you Chinese cunts were whores. Now beg me to zap your clitty."
The girl fell back a step. This man was crazy. She glanced around hoping to
find another escape, but the zap of the prod killed the thought. Beaten, she
begged, "Sir, please zap my clitty."
"Why would I do that? Unless of course, you think you're our equal or even
better than us, that maybe you're not a slut. Oh I know, maybe you think you're
too good for Choco. He's been with me for 3 years now, a loyal friend. Yet you
would fuck anyone but my best friend???"
The girl shook her head, "No sir. I am not. I don't think that way."
"Then tell us, especially him, what you are."
"Sir, I am a whore of the worst kind. This dirty whore is the dirtiest filth.
This whore cunt is not worthy of Choco's cock. Please sir, let this whore cunt
fuck a dildo. A large 14 inch one, or a bottle, since this slut is unworthy.
Let me start there. Punish me, zap my clitty please."
"Don't worry. We're not the cruel. We'll start by your punishment, only so that
you'll remember it. Spread your nasty fuck lips."
ARHHHHHGhhhhhhhhAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhh! The piercing scream rang for an eternity
as the girl thrashed about wildly as she fell back, banging her head on the
ground. Her hands instinctively cupped her tortured clit. It was the worst
pain she had ever felt. "Will you beg Choco to fuck you now?"
Without needing a repetition, Jeannie still rolling about quickly answered,
"YESYESyes..."
The girl sucked gently on the long protruded tongue of the beast. On all fours
with a dog collar around her neck, and leash attached to it, which Senor R was
holding. It was a sight to behold. The dog licked at her face, and she smiled
lovingly back. She returned the favor by licking around its large salivating
mouth. There was vomit on the ground, from when she vomited, but she promised
that she would lick it back up. For now, she was too horny, and too much of a
doggy slut. She begged her masters and Choco, to let her fuck Choco.
Her hands, as taught by the well experienced instructor, Senor R, to reach back
for the canine's hidden cock. Stroking it sensually, she begged the dog to
allow her to suck his member. She begged and begged, until finally the dog
barked its accent. Before that, she had thought that it was a mute, or that
even it was taunting her. She vomited for a second time, when her lips sucked
at the animal's cock. His clear fluid discharge squirted onto her face, as she
sucked, feeling the organ enlarged. Finally, she pleaded with her dog husband
to consummate their unholy union. She had five minutes to seduce the dog into
barking, or she would be zapped yet again. Luckily, seconds before her allotted
time was up, the dog accented.
Senor R extracted from his pocket a small vial, and smeared its content on her
cunt, or as Maria joked, Choco's bitch cunt. The dog walked over, licked it,
and then instinctively mounted her. Her face was a contradiction, just like
the dog/human fucking. Tears streaked her doggy cum stained face, while a
protective smile remained on her face. An endless progression of tears rolled
from the corner of her eyes, as she stared up at the cracks in the sealing,
while rocking back and forth with each thrust.
Her mind retreated, just as her dignity had receded. There wasn't any dignity
left, she'd now do whatever they wanted, including having sex with animals.
She wasn't even worthy of James anymore, or any man for that matter. She's a
dog's whore, and had to beg for it fuck her no less. The only thing stopping
her from killing herself, was the fact that she still loved James. As long as
that remained, she would endure. All these thoughts weren't transparent to the
eyes of the pleased owners of this doggie bitch. What they saw was a horny
slut, desperate to fuck a dog.
The dog's fuck bone spread and tore at the human bitch's cunt. Choco was a
killer, panting endlessly, pumping eternally. Even this beast had never had a
better fuck, and probably felt the effort that the dog whore put into pleasing
him. Her cunt walls contracted, as cruel Senor R instructed, "Squeeze that
worthless cunt. Milk your hubby's cock. Kiss him back, yes? Lovingly hug him.
Raise your legs."
The petite beauty's leg, still with the heels on them, wrapped themselves
around the furry back of her assailant. Finally, the dog came, and a gush of
doggy semen rolled forth from her cunt. The dog collapsed onto the human bitch.
She was a bitch mattress for the beast. She smelled his bad breath, which was
as bad as the men's. Patiently she waited for the knot inside her to shrink.
Tears still fell from her eyes, but she was also smiling.
"Kiss him, and thank him "
Gently, like a wife would, she kissed the dog, licked it even. Then as softly
as possible, she whispered into her animal lover's ears, "Thank you Choco.
Thanks for fucking me."
With dog cum on her face and even more leaking from her pussy, the Asian cunt
was collared and leashed and on all fours like her new man, Choco. She thanked
her previous owners for their hospitality, and crawled after her new one. Men
stared at her, as she crawled into the awaiting van. Choco, climbed onto the
only other available seat in the van, while Jeannie, the dog whore, laid on
the floor. Senor R's feet rested on her body, as if they wanted to trample her
even lower into the ground. The tears that started never did stop. Her hair
was in disarray, and she wasn't really sure whether she was human any longer,
or really a dog bitch. It didn't matter much now.
"Do you love me?" R asked.
Lifting her head, the cunt looked up, nodded, then replied, "Yes. I love you
sir."
"What about Choco?"
"I love him too."
"Everything about him?"
"Everything."
"You'll drink his piss and eat his shit?"
The girl thought for a moment then broke down into a soft sob, but even at
that state, she knew her place and replied, "Yes master. I love Choco so much.
I'll eat his shit, and drink his piss. Maybe one day sir, this dog slut would
be worthy of your marvelous cock." As she said so, she clutched at the feet
of her owner.
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