 |
|||
|
|
For James
Chapter 5
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.
Doggie bitch was a real fitting name for Jeannie. She wasn't being raped by
humans anymore. Senor R took her on the road, and each time there would be
a pero show. She would fuck Choco, dressed humiliatingly in a white suspenders
and garters to signify their relationship. Afterwards, R would take her home.
No man would fuck such a disgusting doggie bitch, or at least so she thought.
In fact, the local populace was often sexually ignited by the sight. Jeannie,
despite her ill treatment, was still extremely attractive and clean. Her
animalistic sex act only spurred the men's carnal desire for her more. Yet, to
her owner, who wanted to accentuate her worthlessness, he never allowed her to
even touch human cocks. So each time, the doggie bitch performed
enthusiastically, trying and hoping to earn the honor that she once had, of
being raped by a human pricks, no matter how vile or disgusting the man was.
Back at home, she was literally lower than Choco. She had promised to eat his
shit and drink his piss, and Senor R made good on that promise. She even
cleaned the dog's anus, carefully licking any debris left. She was lower than
low. Yet, she was also excited by one thing, seeing James. The last letter,
which the greater power that now controlled her fate allowed, mentioned that
in a few months, she would be reunited, more or less, with James. So she held
out.
"So how's Choco's fuck bitch doing?" taunted R, as he saw the girl carefully
cleaning her lover's ass with her small tongue.
She quickly swallowed the foul tasting decrement and replied, "Fuck bitch is
well sir " she wanted to continue, to ask whether she could be elevated to
being a whore.
As if reading her thoughts, the man replied, "You've been good. I'll tell you
what, you can be my human bitch. You know crawl after me, eat my shit, drink
my piss, and fuck men for me, to make me rich."
The girl was ecstatic. She hugged the man's feet and kissed his house slippers.
And so her new life began. Senor R had prepared a special chair for the
occasion, and he would use it often. The chair resembled a training toilet,
with a hole in the middle. After shitting, he would go sit down in the chair,
and read a paper, while Jeannie would crawl under the finely engineered piece
of furniture and lick away. His hairy ass never disgusted her, neither did his
occasional passing of gas in her face. When he would fart in her face, he would
then make her take a deep breath, to fully take in his essence. Instead of the
doggie shows, Jeannie now whored.
On weekdays, she would prowl the tourist places, because she didn't know the
native language. Horny gringos would jump at the chance to find a perfect 10
Chink bitch and fuck her. And she always gave full service. Her ass plundered,
her cunt used, and her mouth fucked until her jaws were sore. However, Senor R
didn't have her just servicing foreigners, on weekends, he would take her to
factories, docks, or mining camps, where the local men worked. She would be
their cheap whore, for the men to take their lust out on. For less than a dime,
she would fuck any man. This was her pro-bono work.
All the while, Senor R never laid a hand on her. She began wondering whether
the man was interested in women at all. Today she would know. It was her off
day, and while doing her laundry, Senor R came in. Immediately she fell at his
feet. Surprisingly he lifted her up, and sat her down on the couch! This was
the first time that she had sat in his presence. He looked gently into her eyes
like a father would, and then asked, "Do you want to be mine? My fuck slut, my
cunt pet, my slant eyed bitch?"
Jeannie didn't know what to say. What did this man want from her? She was his.
This was a needless tirade. Those words no longer humiliated her so she
responded, "Yes sir. I am honored if you would allow this human bitch to be
your fuck slut, your cunt pet, your slant eyed bitch, or whatever you think
this worthless bitch slut is worthy to be."
He kissed her lips gently. It was a light kiss, as a lover would. Her training
told her to kiss the man back, but she didn't know how to reciprocate love.
Sex was easy, but not love. It was withheld. He put his hands on her bare
thighs and moved it up to her sex. She spread her legs, as she always spread
her legs for a man. Rape no longer applied with Jeannie. She was accessible to
all. "Tell me what you want to do to be my private cunt."
And so Jeannie did. All the things she had ever learned not to say or do,
because it wasn't proper, nor lady-like, she said. All the abuse the men ever
put on her in the past year, she used on herself. She wanted to be a play thing
for just one man. She felt really dirty and cheap. Senor R was right on, when
he told her that, "Being my fuck toy, fucking what I want, whom I want, is
always better than the alternative. Maybe you can even salvage some pride
before seeing James." This was her way to becoming closer to being human. A
mistress for man might be like being a human sex doll, but human nonetheless.
She would be owned by a man, not a dog, or some invisible mass of horny
deprived workers.
Thus, that night, Jeannie gave Senor R all she had. Every trick, every move,
every position, everything was put forth, to earn the privilege of being the
man's whore.
It was extremely distracting for the two men to be talking business with Senor
R, when a gorgeous petite Asian girl was kneeling between their thighs. On her
slender frame she wore a dark red, one piece, silk dress. The shoulder straps
were hair thin, and the hem was exceedingly short. The smooth shiny material
flowed over her body like a waterfall, reflecting the light with utmost
eroticism. Her bright red silk panties peeked out at the men shyly, while her
dark black hair was tied up in a bun. On her small feet were tall 6 inch red
heels, that enhanced her slender legs even more. Yet they wanted to see her
angelic face, but it was buried in the crotch of the older man.
The expected sound or head bobbing never came. Instead, she just knelt
there, with her tiny hands on the man's naked thigh. Noticing the men's
attention, Senor R said, "Gentlemen, I hope you don't mind my darling here.
She loves me too much. Don't you?"
Without turning around, the girl nodded slowly and carefully. "She loves my
cock you see. I think in a previous relationship, she had the name, Cock Holder.
I like that name. Don't you?"
She nodded again. Senor R continued, "So I even gave her a gift," pointing
to something on the ground. It was a medium sized penis gag and on the base
was her nickname inscribed on it so that when her mouth was seductively
stretched with the device, her name could be made out by anyone looking.
"This way, when she's not holding my cock, she can still fill her slut mouth
with a cock."
The men, not knowing what else to do, could only smile their approval. During
dinner, the meals were lavishly prepared by whom they believed was Senora R.
With the penis gag in her mouth, she drooled consistently, wetting the front
of her dress. Each man wished they could replace the gag with their own meat.
However, they feared Senor R, and could only steal a passing glance each time
she strutted in with the food.
While the men ate, the girl sat with another sexual object. A long fleshed
colored dildo was placed on her plate. Her mouth was now freed, and expertly
she let some of her spit fall onto the flesh, then with her hands, she massaged,
stroked, and then sensually sucked at the object. Beside her was a glass of
water, which she reluctantly drank from time to time, as reminded by her master.
Unbeknownst to the men, Jeannie was never allowed to to piss or shit without
Senor R's permission. So the extra intake of fluid was torture to her. She also
wasn't allowed to ask for permission to relieve herself either. It was only at
his whim that he allowed her to do so.
Another secret shared by the master and his whore, was the egg shaped vibrator
lodged deep within her feminine folds. Senor R held the remote, and whenever
it pleased him, would send her into wave after wave of stimulation, but never
enough for her to climax. She was to please him, not herself. As he ate, he
saw the men look at the strange sexual display. Smiling he explained, "Do you
think that my lovely wife has a nice body?"
The two men lustfully agreed.
"Do you think that she's born with it? It must come from proper diet and
exercise. So she eats sparingly, but drinks plenty of fluid. Right honey?"
"Yes my love," replied the sex slave, pretending to be his wife.
"What's this diet of yours called?"
"Slut fest," she giggled at the self-degrading humor.
The two guests were besides themselves, seeing the tiny nympho continuing to
play with the dildo, as if it were the only thing in the world that mattered.
Was this Chinese bitch really that horny? They wanted to fuck her pussy raw,
and put the slut out of her misery.
"H-hhow did you guys meet?" asked one of them.
The older Senor R gave a self-content smile, and his eyes rolled upwards. He
the softly, like recounting a tale of first love, said, "We were both animal
lovers. I think Jeannie loves dog el amor del perro, right?"
If there was displeasure, it was evident in that short flash, when Jeannie
dropped her smile for a mere millisecond at the mention of dogs, bringing back
memories of just a mere month ago, when she was living her days betrothed to a
dog and servicing it. Then she quickly reclaimed her composure and replied,
"Yes, I loved dogs. They're so adorable."
The conversation went on to various subjects, and the guests politely involved
the woman. To their surprise, and contrary to their prejudice, she wasn't some
dumb whore, kidnapped from Asia, but rather a very intelligent woman. Yet she
always spoke reservedly, and always deferred to her man. The dinner continued
with the men speaking in their own tongues about business, while the slave
mistress played with her "food."
"Are you full honey?" Senor R asked.
Jeannie looked at her man and knowing the cue, she replaced the gag into her
mouth and cleaned up for the man. Her long slender legs were a sight to behold,
as she strutted back and forth. Knowing the erection his wife had caused in
his business partners, he asked them one final question, while she was away
washing the dishes after dinner.
"I saw you two staring at her legs. What won't a man give to have her wrap
them around him?"
Wife, fuck toy, mistress, slave, toilet whore, and many other things were part
of Jeannie's job description. Her one respite, was that she was no longer
required to wear the cock gag. Not out of mercy by any means, but because she
developed TMJ from her constantly extended jaw. Senor R cruelly joked, "Stop
sucking so many dicks, and maybe it'll heal."
Good times usually pass by swiftly, and so after three months, the procurer
prepared for his divorce from his play toy. The ceremony was rather painful.
Despite being on her best behavior, Jeannie was tied at the foot of the bed,
with her hands spread wide and lashed around the bed posts, just as her leg
were. Her B-cup breasts, that were so ample for her small frame, hung
invitingly, and Senor R saw no reason to refuse. With cattle prod in his hand,
he zapped at her tits, watching her twist and fight at the bonds. She pleaded,
asking for the reason for her punishment, and begged. In the end, she just
screamed in pain.
Finally, after being drenched in sweat, the man explained, "I want you to do
two things from now on. Love and adore General Rio, as you have me, or you'll
suffer a million times worst. Second, I want you to remember me forever." And
so he drew another scream from the girl before finally untying her. Looking at
her sweat drenched body, the old procurer asked, "How are you going to thank
me? Come say your final goodbyes."
Jeannie, with the remainder of her strength, crawled into bed with the man.
The road through the jungle leading to the compound where her husband was being
held was brimming with vegetation. Along the bumpy dirt road, she could hear
the warning calls of nature, as if even the animals knew of the terror that
lied deep within. Her heart fluttered. She was both apprehensive and excited.
How long had it been? It must have been almost a year.
Intermittently, she could hear gunshots, and perhaps even shouts. It was hard
for her to trust her own judgment, given the state she was in. Her confidence
had been all but shattered. This proposed another problem. How should she face
her husband? Was she even worthy to put her dirty mouth on his?
Not knowing when she dozed off, she awoke later in the afternoon. Before her,
in the midst of the jungle was a large compound, guarded by skinny, desperate
men. This fact was terrifying to her, given the automatic rifles that they
possessed. Luckily, the vehicle didn't stop. The distance between James and
her was closing, and somehow, uneasily, she felt that so was that of her
freedom. As the jeep trotted and bumped its way into the bowels of the
compound, more scenes of beauty and terror presented itself.
Along the jungle vista were gardens, ponds, and Spanish styled houses. They
were a testament to a different time, a more tranquil place. The scene of
native women, in their dark skinned nudity, hanging, tied to poles, or tethered
to the ground, were like the imaginations of a dark, mad man. Their skin wept,
hanging from them like loose, bloody rags. Jeannie had her share of whippings,
but what type of whips, and for how long were these women under its abuse in
order to cause such a devastating result? Jeannie shuddered at the thought.
Finally, the road opened up to a large, grand mansion. There were, as expected,
armed guards. When she alighted, she was greeted by a most disgusting man. He
was in his mid-fifties, short and round. He had a curly mustache and a bald
head, which he did not bother to hide. The remaining hair on his head wrapped
around his thick skull like a grotesque headband. He held a cigar in one hand
and his free hand was tucked straight into his pants.
"General Rio!" Senor R greeted the all important man.
The man however paid him no heed. His attention was on the Asian girl. She was
wrapped in a thin skirt, that twirled around her hips and legs like a spiraling
staircase. On one side, her thigh lay completely exposed, showing the thin
strap of the lacy underwear she had on underneath. Her top was equally
provocative, as it was nothing more than coarse shirt with frilly edges, that
gave the appearance of decay and wear. It clung tightly to her around her
bosom, and the neckline plunged to reveal her ample orbs' upper and lower
surfaces, while it lacked the threads to cover her midriff. So the result was
every curve of her body was on display. Her smooth skin had a light coffee
tanned appearance and tracing it around from where the very lower tit flesh's
surface began, to where her lower back met her rounded buttocks, was that
sought after curvature, a result of strenuous exercise and good genes. The
girl would make a perfect fuck pet.
Customarily for man of his stature, General Rio was a gentleman. He had to
lead the lady inside. With a wave of his hand, which by now had freed itself
from his bulging privates, a towering black man appeared with a choke collar,
and an extendable leash. He fastened the object of slavery tightly around the
girl's neck, and handed the leash to her owner.
Satisfied at this display, the General waved off Senor R, and proceeded to
walk his new pet into his studies.
Silently, the slave girl stood in front of her owner, and once more, like meat,
was appraised. The man, with big hairy hands motioned for her to sit on his
lap. General Rio was perhaps the best connoisseur of female flesh in the
Southern Hemisphere. Feeling the soft body of the tiny girl melt into his was
heavenly. Her lightly scented body and smooth skin greatly enhanced her charm.
His hands were as swift as his words, as they parted the flimsy clothing that
covered her tit meat. All the while he questioned the new girl, "What's your
name?"
"Jeannie sir."
"It's master now. From here on out, you're mine. Forever." He informed her, as
he twisted, pinched, and flicked at her nipples.
"Forever master?"
"Yes my little fuck slut. The women you saw on the way here. They were my
mestiza servant girls, fuck slaves, the whole lot. Some I got bored with,
others misbehaved, and some just got too old."
Jeannie involuntarily jumped at the thought. Afraid that her new owner would
misinterpret that as a sign of disgust or withdrawal, she bit her lower lip in
simulated ecstasy. A fitting movement, since the general had his hands on her
slit, roaming and feeling its contour. He wasn't to be fooled however. "Don't
be afraid. They were second rate fuck meat. You are grade A bitch material.
Something that is very hard to acquire. I will not part with you so easily,
but if you misbehave, your end would be infinitely worst. Be an obedient cunt
hole, and you will get to spend time with your loved ones."
"Thank you master." To show her appreciation, the girl reached under her dress
and slid off her undergarment.
Like Senor R, General Rio hung the material around the girl's neck, like some
obscene fetish that the two sadist shared. His rough callous hand brushed
cruelly at her tender flesh. Her love knob swelled from his touch, as he rubbed
and also pinched it between his nails. Jeannie knew from experience that
begging would be frivolous. Instead, she gave him what men wanted to see.
Arching her back, she let her mane hang, while her long slender neck bent
backwards until it was near the ear of the powerful man, and she let out just
one, ever so gentle, girlish yelped. The general was very pleased. With two
fingers, he penetrated her sex, feeling its warmth and softness. Yes, she was
a man's delight. Grade A fuck meat. He worked feverishly, jabbing and poking
at his new toy. She parted her legs more, despite the pain, and in spite of
her body telling her to remove the intruding fingers.
In contrast to his maddening hands, his voice was calm and patient. "James has
been well. He's been a very useful man."
"Thank you master."
"You love him?"
"Yyyessss," she moaned in a seductress' voice.
"You love me?"
"Yessss, of course mast..." her voice trailing off in a fake climax.
"How can you love two men?"
"A slut loves cock. Jeannie is fuck meat," she said, gasping for breath.
"I love a loyal slave. But now that you are here, and live under my roof, I
think we need to give you a new name, to signify your new beginning. What can
you think of?"
Jeannie searched through all the names given her, but none suited her new
owner. Finally, in a childishly enthusiastic tone, he said, "How about Cunt
tits? It helps you remember what you have, and what you need to do with them.
Why won't you tell me your name, just so that I don't need to get it tattooed
or branded on you."
"Master, this bitch is Cunt tits. Cunt tits is your slut."
The general laughed heartily. It was loud, boisterous, and demanding, much
like the man. Suddenly, he pushed her from him and stood up. The greeting
ceremony was over, and it was now the time to taste her cunt and see tits.
He pushed her against his table. Like true professionals, both played their
roles well. The slave girl, without further instructions, sat back, spread her
legs, and slightly arched her no so private fuck box. Her aggressor lifted her
skirt material, over her head, revealing first the Chinese cunt, then tits.
Jeannie tried to reach for the material to take it off. The material, though
light, would surely impede her breathing. She knew the sex act would take a
lot out of her, and she wanted to be fully oxygenated. However, a hand
stopped.
"Cunt tits," she heard the man callinh out her degrading name, followed by a
laugh. "This is what you are. A uhgg..fucking .tight ugghhhh cunt." he muttered,
as he slammed his cock into her pussy. His hands, however, didn't leave her
tits alone either. He mauled and pulled them, using them like he would, and
should use her slim waist, as leverage for his next brutal thrust.
Jeannie grunted with each thrust, whether in pain or in pleasure, no one knew
nor cared. What hurt her more, wasn't being raped, at least physically
brutalized but rather the humiliation of having to pretend to enjoy being
raped. She continued to wonder how these men knew what hurt. Splayed across a
man's desk, she was literally cunt and tits. Her pretty little face and smarts
were nothing to these people, and nothing was more indicative of this than
having her own skirt covering her face, while her most precious feminine parts
exposed, only to be fucked and abused.
He was about to cum. She was very good at judging these things now, and so
she thrust back against his cock, and tried her best so squeeze his tool with
her cunt muscles. She wanted him out of her, and she knew that the quickest
way to do this was to make him cum.
"Ugggghhh!" His brutish grunt ended with a long, exasperating sigh. She was a
great fuck. But did she really cum? How did her cum face look like? He was
curious. He could see her little cock sucking mouth suck in air. The fabric of
her dress moved in and out with each life preserving breath attested to that.
He wiped the dribble of cum that was on his thick cock onto her thighs, and
gave her a few quick slaps.
"Tonight, you meet my associate James. I'm sure you two will get along fine."
James Lee sat uncomfortably at one of the larger rounded tables in one of the
General's entertainment/reception room. He was very much an outcast and stood
out from the rude, animalistic figures around him. Instead of a military
uniform, James wore dress shirts and slacks, like he would have back in the
States. His youthful face, that once had a trademarked calm, now clearly showed
agitation. He was looking around. The room was full of men speaking in a
foreign tongue, and if English was spoken, it was dotted with a thick accent
and peppered with profanity.
He should be happy, just like the men around him. The multimillion dollar
delivery was a success, and in his days as the youngest senior level managers
at his import/export firm, this would be a joyous occasion. The difference now
was that his talents, connections, and knowledge of the trade routes were put
to use for these parasites of society. He was trading in unnamed terror and
unspeakable depravation. Nonetheless, there was still something to be
celebrated. Tonight, for the first time, he was promised his wife, in the
flesh.
Deep inside, the emotions were mixed. He wanted to see her, and yet, he feared
the worst. To have Jeannie Lee, would be to corrupt and taint the most purest
thing he had ever laid eyes on. But in his rational mind, he knew what all men
knew. His wife was very attractive, and if someone this powerful were able to
separate and reunite them, that person wouldn't stop at just that. James Lee
was right, and General was about to prove it to him.
BDSM Library
|
|
|