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Hasan thought of his Asian fuckpet, Mai, as the closest thing he had to a soul mate in a woman. He found her in Japan at a party for a client. Mai was brought out as one of a few sex slaves to service the businessmen after their successful deals. She had a strikingly pretty face, but what interested Hasan about her was the total lack of life and expression in her eyes and movements. She had mentally and psychologically become nothing beyond a living flesh fuck machine. And a phenomenal one at that. Her blowjobs were perfect, she fucked like her life depended on it when no one had used any violence to coerce her. Whores rarely tried unless held to the threat of immediate punishment. This one, however, fucked like a goddess as though it was as habitual as breathing. Hasan had to find out more.
He contacted her pimp who said he had bought her a few years back from a brothel in Hong Kong and was willing to sell her for a price Hasan could easily pay. When she
came to Hasan, she seemed to need no training. She never spoke without permission. She took nearly all punishment without moving and without making a sound. She never flinched at any order no matter how degrading or painful Hasan could make it.
Finally, he told her to tell him about herself. What the hell was her life story? As soon as he asked, he saw the first glint of human feeling in the slave. It was as though being asked to speak of it was the greatest honor she could have imagined.
Mai did not remember her birth parents or family. She had been sold to a brothel owner in Thailand that specialized in providing young girls at the age of three. From three till six she was trained daily in various sexual arts and acts of servitude and at six, she began to service clients. Some would take her for a night at a time and others kept her for months. As she recounted them, the acts of unbridled pedophiles ranged from bizarre to extremely sadistic. None of them showed her any affection that would resemble parental bonding and instead oscillated between gaining her trust and abusing it. When she was perhaps 9 she was sold to a “blowjob bar” which meant her job was to stand by bar stools nude and wait for men to come in. They would sit at the stools and point to the nude slaves and if she was picked, she was required to suck the man off and clean him up. The slaves were often beaten and starved if they could not ensure enough repeat customers or were not picked often enough. Often girls were given the motivation of having to rely on cum as their soul food source. To Hasan, that explained why her blowjobs felt like the touch of a celestial concubine. At about 12 she was sold from pimp to pimp for various sexual purposes. None were any kinder than any other and none seemed remotely humane at all. She recounted how she had been locked in a trunk with rats, tied to a bed spread-eagle for months and forced to fuck dozens of men per day tied down on her filthy soiled mattress. She was beaten without reason or limit, had been hung from hooks in her breasts and beaten with a cane till she was unconscious for days, forced to sodomize a broken baseball bat- the list seemed endlessly inspiring to Hasan.
In the end of it, Hasan resigned himself to losing any interest in pushing whatever dismal limits this slave might have had. She might have been the only woman in his life that elicited some modicum of sympathy from him, as he was the only person in her life that ever elicited some feeling of warmth or attachment in her. She had never been allowed a friend or been in the possession of someone who regarded her as anything more than a fuck machine; a flesh jukebox to make money for its owner. She did not know how old she was or what her name was, but she told people it was Mai on the rare occasions that anyone asked and Hasan guessed that she was 19. It was hard to tell with Asians.
Mai began to develop feelings she never knew existed for her Master simply because he owned her permanently and exclusively for his own use. To her, that was the highest form of relation she had ever experienced. She wanted nothing other than to serve him and please him in any way he desired. Hasan uniquely liked this in her. By birthright, he could marry a Saudi girl and she would have to tolerate any amount of sadism from him with little complaint, but she would harbor snobbish notions of wishing she had married someone else. He could certainly have willing masochists from Europe, but Hasan loathed such women. They were possessed by some pathological drive for self-destruction and degradation for their own pleasure, not for his and that did not appeal to him. But Mai wanted to please him for the pure sake of pleasing him. If he told her to beg a camel to sodomize her, she would do it with a wet cunt and an eager tongue. If he told her to play cards, she would do that with the same zeal. If he told her to accept punishment of whippings and canings, she would dread the pain if he wanted her to or cum hard from it that was what he wished. She truly and completely existed for his pleasure.
Mai’s body showed many signs of continual physical torture from before the time Hasan owned her, but he enjoyed looking at all the marks of torture that he did not initiate. One thing he did not like however was the large pierce marks in her breasts left from the hooks that she was hung from. Hasan resolved that he would have a plastic surgeon friend reconstruct them and give her implants, but in the meantime he was happy to enjoy their total destruction.
Hasan renamed her the Japanese equivalent of ‘Asian Fuckpet’ and the slave felt honored to receive a special handpicked name. Hasan had her recount her sexual history again and told her to high light what was most traumatizing and painful for her. After the incident of being hung by her tits, she was a bit fearful of breast torture as she found the experience amongst the worst in her generally awful life. Upon hearing this, Hasan immediately hung Asian fuckpet by 3 thick hooks skewering deep into her tits. He ordered her to lift her knees to the sides of her shoulders to reveal her whorecunt, so he could whip it and she did so. He told Asian fuckpet that he made sure to punish her in a way that would prey on her earlier trauma simply because he enjoyed maximizing her psychological pain. That admission made Asian fuckpet curse herself for telling him anything as she was being forced to expose herself for a cuntwhipping while being hung from her tits, but when her Master let her down he kissed her tenderly and carried her to his bed. That treatment made everything he made her endure worthwhile. The next day, the Master used a bullwhip on her tits as she straddled a 3 ft tall sharp wooden pyramid in her cunt. Asian fuckpet had been whipped any number of times on her tits, but never by a bullwhip. She thought the whip might tear her flesh off and skewer her internal organs, but no such thing happened. After the ordeal, her tits had very dark thick lash marks on them and she looked as though someone had spilled giant tattoo needles all over her chest. Her tits were hardly less sore when the Master decided to use her as his pony girl. He readied his mare by attaching the reins of a rickshaw cart to very tight nipple claims on her abused tits. The pain from pulling the cart by her tits with the Master inside was almost unbearable for Asian fuckpet and she often slowed her trotting to a brisk walk and Hasan was quick to whip her exposed ass to force her to keep up the speed he required. For days, the Master bound, beat and tortured Asian fuckpet’s tits, but all the while she grew to love him more and more. He was torturing her tits, but he did it because something in her own life made the torture particularly unbearable. He had chosen the torture especially for her based on her own experiences and she was greatly flattered for such attention.
The next month, Hasan took her to a plastic surgeon in Egypt and told him to spare no expenses in fixing her breasts. The surgeon took care of the scarring and deformity from the bindings and Asian fuckpet ended up with attractive round C cups. Hasan knew that he could no longer breast torture her since she could die if the silicone implant ruptured inside of her. So, he cherished the videos and memories he had of the times he had torturing her breasts into total mutilation and eventually, so Asian fuckpet enjoyed finger fucking her own cunt to them as well. Her Master enjoyed them, so she sincerely too. She had never seen a real movie in her life and was illiterate and ignorant about everything besides sex and torture and Hasan’s only addition to her knowledge was to train her to cook for him and do the household chores. Asian Fuckpet needed no sexual training, so her entire days were devoted to chores and cooking. She was the only housemaid Hasan kept and the position was like heaven to her. She was the property of one man and she wanted to strive towards pleasing him as best she could. Before she had no purpose at all and never really gave the concept of “purpose” much thought, but now Master had bestowed her the honor of a purpose: to please him. On some level she might have appreciated the luxurious surroundings of down feather comforters, air conditioning and silk rugs in the spacious home, but she was so generally enwrapped in her purpose and task of serving her Master than she would have loved serving him in a barn of pigs just as much, if that would give him pleasure.
Hasan looked at Asian fuckpet dutifully lapping at his feet and knew that the jewcunt could never be as blindly devoted as this girl. For this, he figured he would never be as kind to his Israeli slave as he could be to Asian fuckpet. Hasan never felt any desire to be affectionate to a woman until he bought Asian fuckpet, but after time he held her in his lap and fondled her gently and kissed her on her cheeks. Sometimes he even let her sleep in his bed in his arms instead of in a kennel or pet bed on the floor. Hasan almost never formally punished her as she was entirely conscientious and always tried her best, but he did frequently subject her to his sadistic whims simply because the mood struck him. There was no conditionality in Asian fuckpet’s submission. She did not need fear of punishment or the possibility of reward to function as a good slave. She believed her purpose was to please and serve and that was the only belief she could fathom. To Hasan, she was his ideal companion. With her, he was happy and with him, she was fulfilled.
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