New Home in Seoul

A New Home In Seoul Part II

By Sonya Esperanto sonyaesperanto_15@hotmail.com

Story:

Brigette’s head was unconscious but soon, she was gaining consciousness. She looks frightened and was sounding scared, whimpering in French.  She found herself lying naked on the floor and her wrists and ankles had been LOCKED to the floor. It was marble. Someone here must have nice taste, in all things Greek. She moved her head and nearly about to cry, whimpering in even more frightened French words. Only another scared French woman would understand what she is saying right now (like Amelie from French Woman’s Ordeal). She found herself, in a large room, that had only one window and it was closed tight. To her left, was the door. She screamed and begged to be released, but in French and not in Korean.  After six minutes, the door finally opened and she was soon going to know who her captors were.  After the door opened, three armed Korean men came in. Her eyes went wide open. They were dressed really well. Maybe they were from the Korean Mafia. What did she do, to get her attention??

After the three men walked in, a shorter Korean woman walked inside. She looked like one of those Korean or even Japanese or Hong Kong supermodels. She had a beautiful face and a sexy body. Her breasts were not as huge as Brigette’s but her ass was. She saw Brigette and smiled. Brigette was more scared now. The woman looked familiar. The woman walked towards the held-down Blonde French woman and crouched down. This woman was really pale (Koreans were paler than Chinese), making Brigette’s complexion look more Pinkish. The woman started talking to Brigette, while fondling her Blonde hair, “I am surprised. Don’t you recognized me???”

Brigette realized who this woman was. She met her on a Korean bar some months ago. Brigette was all alone, drinking her liquor by the bar stool, when this woman approached her. Her name was Kim Moon Su. She chatted Brigette up and even offered to buy Brigette drinks, which she happily accepted. She asked Brigette more questions about who she was and where she was from. The alcohol made Brigette friendlier. After lots of drinking, Brigette was enjoying herself and because Kim bought the alcohol for the two of them, Brigette invited her, to her flat.  But once inside the flat, she made advances towards Brigette. Brigette insisted that she wasn’t a lesbian while Kim felt hurt, feeling strongly attracted to this European foreigner. Kim was a strong woman and made convincing pleas, but Brigette was cold and told her to get out.

The next day, Kim showed back in her home again (in the evening) and offered to make an apology. She bought Brigette some chocolates and wine, to say that she was sorry for coming on to Brigette. Brigette then invited her in, for a while. But while inside, Brigette got distracted by some phone calls from Paris. While talking to her boyfriend in her mobile, Kim must have planted the small hidden spy cameras all over her living room, so that she could take revenge for injured feelings.  Now, Kim has that revenge.

Brigette begged her, “Please, I don’t deserve this. I have a boyfriend back home. You are a beautiful woman. You can even have ten French men if you want. Why me?” Kim Moon Su’s cold black eyes met Brigette’s scared blue eyes, saying, “Because I love you, Brigette.” They were talking in Korean now. Kim shouted to one of her men and he left the room. Kim turned her attention back to Brigette, fondling Brigette’s large European breasts. Kim’s fingers felt Brigette’s nipples, making Brigette slightly horny. “You sure you like men?”, teased Kim. Brigette then became defiant for a while and said, “Fuck you, you lesbian bitch.” Kim’s injured feelings return again but this time, it turned to one of vengeance. Her man came, just in time, and this time, he was carrying a snake with him, under his control. Brigette saw it and whimpered. The man went nearer and Brigette tried not to stare at its eyes, avoiding the serpent and her fears from, getting the best of her. Kim happily took the snake from her man and Kim kissed the top part of the snake’s head. It was small and greenish. “Isn’t he adorable. He kills people whom I tell him to kill”, teased Kim, when looking at her captive. “Please take it away from me. I am scared of snakes. Please, I don’t deserve this”, whimpered Brigette. She closed her eyelids and her fear caused her to have tears and she even peed, right there on the floor, coming from her holes. The smell of her piss was staunching and Kim could now tell how scared she was. Kim purposely let the snake nearer, to Brigette’s head. Its hiss can be heard and its tongue nearly touched Brigette’s cheek. Kim took the snake away from Brigette’s head. “I won’t kill you. But on one condition”, coldly said Kim. “Anything…anything,,Kim”, begged Brigette. “You mus agree to be my slave for the rest of your life. You must swear on it”, said Kim. Brigette did not want to be this woman’s slave. Brigette was contemplating this, but being a slave was better than death. Brigette nodded her head, “I agree. I swear”. Kim smiled and said, “Swear and agree to what”. “I swear I will be your slave,…for the rest of my life”, submitted the crying and self-defeated tall French woman.  Kim then smiled and handed her snake, back to her man who brought it in, telling him to put her snake back. He obeyed. It was obvious that Kim was a gang leader of some sort and not just a business woman, who dealt in antiques, as she long time ago told Brigette, in the pub.

Afterwards, one of the man placed a leash on Brigette’s neck while another man came in, with a bucket and mop. Brigette’s ankle and wrist chains were opened up and Brigette roughly pulled up, by the leash holder. She was led to a special bathroom, to be allowed to wash herself. The manacle was taken off and she had to take shower, in front of the guy, he enjoyed watching her clean her body.  Kim wanted her “property” to smell good. After she finished cleaning herself, she was given a towel and a new pair of clothes to wear. The clothes she was given to wear, was a lacy lingerie. It did not cover Brigette’s ass and cunt and breasts.  She was then escorted to the living room. Kim was sat, by her couch. She was watching Titanic. Brigette was ushered, to sit next to Kim. Kim smiled. Kim was dresse pretty normal, while Brigette here looked like a slut.

A bottle was on top of the table and Kim just poured herself a glass. “Would you want wine, Brigette”, asked Kim. Brigette nodded, “Yes, I would like some too”. Kim then poured some wine, on the other empty glass. Brigette said, “Thank you”. “Just remember, you belong to me now”, bitterly said Kim. “Would I be going back to teaching”, asked Brigette softly. Kim then drank her own drink and put it down on the table, saying, “You no longer have your old life. You are no longer your own woman. In fact, from now on, you are no longer a straight woman. You belong a lesbian and you yourself are now a lesbian”, said Kim. Kim broke out into a cruel laughter. Brigette felt scared. There was something sinister about that laughter and as she looked around, she could see that Kim had more armed men and they all looked business.

Kim continued to laugh. She was mocking this western hetero, who turned her down months ago and now here Brigette was, surrendering herself, so that she could live and be this woman’s slave, slave for life. “You were spared from death. This is your new life now, to serve me” said Kim. Kim continued her laughter.

(to be continued)