A New Home in Seoul Part 1

By Sonya Esperanto sonyaesperanto_15@hotmail.com

Story:

Brigette hated Seoul. It was cold and everyone looked unfriendly.  Seoul was the capital of South Korea and as for what Brigette did for a leaving, she taught French in a private school. Brigette was walking across the street, from the private school she was teaching in, and ate Korean food, at some extravagantly looking restaurant. She ordered her food, when the waitress came in and the food was served to her, in less than five minutes. Brigette hungrily ate her food, cursing in French, saying how much she missed France, unlike this Asian country, where people are robots who only knew how to work and not smile.  Brigette was a tall Blonde woman, with endless legs, a nice sexy fit body (which most of her Korean students lusted for) and had cold blue eyes. 

While eating, she remembered why she angry today, of all days. Three student of hers threatened her with knives, when she flunked them for her exams. The three students were all fifteen year old Korean girls. They were all pissed, that she wouldn’t change her mind, and today, they came and had snuck in, switchblade knives. She screamed and the principal came in. She had left it all to the principal, to solve and settle this problem.

Later in the afternoon, she went shopping. Brigette lived all by herself and saw no reason to hang around and socialize with anyone who wasn’t French. This meant native French people, not even North African or Vietnamese Immigrants, whom she didn’t consider to be True French. Afterwards, she went back home and was relaxing inside her Jacuzzi. Her apartment in Seoul was far better than her home back in France, and even the wages here were a lot higher. This was the only reason why she came to Korea to teach and also that, being proud of being French, was spreading the great French culture worldwide, if she could.  The bubbles and the warmness of the Jacuzzi were sending Brigette’s mind, to a different world. She wanted to forget the threat used on her, by the three girls, “We will get you for this. Watch your back, you fucking Blonde Western bitch. You are as bad as the Americans and British you so much despise.” She didn’t see herself as a Hypocrite, because she did see Anglo-Saxons as the people ruining the world, with their bad culture, bad language (French is the superior language) and their bad influence, like video games and Hollywood propagandas.

While Brigette was in her Jacuzzi, she dozed off for a while and rested her head, on the back part of the Jacuzzi. The heat was relaxing and she closed her eyelids. She was thinking of her boyfriend Remi, back in France. His black curly hair, his tall height (unlike these short Korean men), his accent (sexy and French) and cold blue eyes. Remi wanted her to come back but not after she made enough money. She also insisted that it was about time Korea switched to the Euro, rather than the Dollar, as the European Union was the upcoming superpower. To Brigette, Europe was the future and anytime her students would bring up China, she would say that the Red Dragon has a lot to catch up on, plus that larger populations were more a liability than an asset. She would laugh, at any attempt to have Europe (led by France) to any Asian country. Even Russia to her, was a third world shithole, because of their Mongol Heritage.

Right now, Brigette was relaxing and as she had a tiring day from shopping, she had to relax her mind, her brain and her head. She concentrated on Remi’s French lips, reminding her of sex and Club Med, and how many men she slept behind hid back. Hey, she was French. They don’t just have one boyfriend and one girlfriend. The more the merrier, which they always say was an English Flu, also known as the American Flu.

Since her Jacuzzi was inside a very large bathroom, with the door closed and the water making too much noise, she could not hear anyone entering in her flat (large by European standards and normal by American and East Asian). Her bathroom door faced a large dark corridor (because the lights had been turned off) and it faced the door to the flat. Having live on a sixth floor and that Koreans mind their own business, even if their neighbour was getting killed (they hate getting involved and would not get themselves killed).

The flat door was slowly being turned open. The locks were turning loose. An expert thief was coming in. Unbeknownst to Brigette, someone had been spying inside her flat, for already two months now. Someone must have followed her home, studied her letters in the mail box, and when she was gone, timed themselves to break inside her apartment (like ninjas) and placed some very small cameras, to spy on her, since she had made herself popular (NOT).  The door slowly opens up and then, closes behind the intruder or intruders. Brigette was deep asleep in her Jacuzzi, but even if she weren’t, she would not still be able to hear all this happening.  The corridor now had invader/s and they were coming in, stealthily. The bathroom door opens up, slowly.  The water noise was preventing Brigette from waking up, from even the smallest sounds of footsteps.  Brigette’s head was still lying down, softly asleep. A tap on her shoulder and she moves her head. After a few more taps, she finally wakes up, but only to find someone putting a cloth that had chloroform on it. on her mouth. She struggles but the intruders hold her down, inside the Jacuzzi. But it was futile. She failed unconscious and her eyes could not fight it anymore and so, fell back to sleep again.

The intruders carried her unconscious body, to her living room. She was completely wet and naked. One of the intruders went to her bedroom and took out the hair dryer. It was plugged on and once turned on, it was used to dry her whole body. Her wet naked white body was being blow dried, like as if it was one piece of hair strand. The intruders enjoyed the sight of this Blonde western woman’s body, being blown dried. After her body was as warm and hot as a hot dog, her whole body was wrapped inside a large rug, which another intruder had brought in. She was placed on top of it, and wrapped inside it. After that, they stealthily left her flat, without anyone noticing them at all. As for Brigette, we could only say that she had made herself a dangerous and powerful enemy, enough for that person to have planned this long term kidnapping and God knows only, for what evil purposes

(to be continued)

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)

A New Home In Seoul Part III

By Sonya Esperanto sonyaesperanto_15@hotmail.com

Story:

Kim’s bedroom was a large bedroom. The bed was large and her home, was some mansion. She was filthy rich, being the sister of the Korean Mafia’s Boss. He let her do, what she wants to do. He even used to bring women home, for her to play with. But her favourite were Europeans, since they were rare in Asia. The room was dark and the only source of light, was from two large chandelier, one that glowed red and the other that glowed blue. But on top of the bed, was Kim and her new SLAVE. 

Brigette was tied up, in a spread eagled manner, with her ankles and wrists tied to the four bed posts. Kim was also wearing a lacy lingerie, and held a rod in her hand. She was moving the rod, all over Brigette;s body. One moment she is smiling and the next, she hits at Brigette’s body, leaving red welts. Kim loved bdsm and Brigette had to put up with her new found pain.

Kim sucked on one of Brigette’s nipples and she sucked really hard, and then getting her head up, kissing and darting her tongue against that nipple, teasing her loved slave. Brigette made those ahhhh noise.  Kim looked at Brigette enjoying herself and so, she then came up and sat, on Brigette’s stomach. She put the rod, on the bed and she then pushed Brigette’s massive breasts together, chuckling and making a giggling sound. She pushed the breasts really hard and squeezing at the nipples. 

“You like that, don’t you”, said Kim. Brigette complied, “Yes I do”. Kim then quickly got up and out of the bed and walked towards a drawer. She opened it and Brigette could see what she taking out: a rope. Kim got back and she then went and sat on top of Brigette’s stomach again. “What are you going to do to me?”, asked a frightened Brigette.  Kim then pushed Brigette’s breasts together again and then used the rope to bind them.  Brigette felt the pain. Her breasts were looking and becoming bigger, from the binding.  After Kim had done her job, Brigette’s breasts, were now standing out and her nipple as big as her eye sockets.

Kim was touching and feeling the nipples. Brigette not felt her breasts more sensitive than ever.  Kim was very kinky. Kim grabbed the rod again and this time, she was going to use the French woman’s breasts, as piñatas. She kept on hitting and hitting, while Brigette cried and begged. Tears flowed down and this was really painful, as this was a very sensitive part of her organs. Kim seemed to enjoy what she was doing to Brigette.  She even hit both nipples, after they became as large as stones. 

After hitting the poor woman’s breasts, Kim left the room for a while. After five minutes, she returned and had whip cream spray in her hand. She got back, on top of Brigette again and before the French woman could plead, she sprayed whip cream, all over the enlargened breasts. Once the breasts looked like a miniature snow mountain, than an ashened volcano, she started licking the cream off Brigette’s breasts. This was even more painful and the French woman kept on turning her head, left to right and right to left.

She then begged in French and Kim found it EROTIC to hear. “I love your language, so sexy”, teased Kim.

Kim then came up to Brigette’s face and was French kissing the woman. Brigette’s tongue complied with that of her mistress’s.  After French kissing Brigette, Kim then started slapping hard and fast, on the poor woman’s bruised breasts. The sound and bouncing noise it made made Kim giggle and Brigette scream.

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After the ordeal in Kim’s bed, Kim and Brigette were in the living room, watching a movie and the lights turned off. They were watching a romance movie. As for the position they were in, Kim sat on the couch, while Brigette, being taller, sat on the floor. Kim’s legs rested on Brigette’s shoulders and her feet were resting right by Brigette;’s boobs. Kim fondled her Blonde slave’s hair, saying, “I love you Brigette.” Brigette responded back, “I love you too, Kim”

THE END