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For James
Chapter 3
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.
With her face pressed to the dirty floor, Jeannie reached back with her small
quivering hands, and parted her buttocks, revealing her most previously
private
body part. Her little star shaped anus contrasted sharply to her cunt, as she
held her firm buttocks apart, as Scooter had ordered.
"It's a virgin hole for sure Uncle," commented Scooter.
Jeannie was surprised that it was Uncle Billy who was behind her. His cock
sitting right between her ass crack. He left it there, while he conversed with
the girl, who's hand still held onto to her lower cheeks invitingly.
"A pretty little hole like that needs to get pork. What happened?"
What happened?!?! Maybe because James wasn't as sick and demented as
you
bastards, or was it because it was wrong. Her rectum had other purposes. A
tug
on her black mane brought her to full attention. He wanted an answer, but
she
had none.
"Saving this for me?" the old man hinted.
Still not getting it, the girl kept silent, hoping that he would just fuck her
in the dirty hole.
"I asked, are you saving your sweet little shit hole for my big cock!!!!??!?"
and tugged harder on her hair.
"YES! I'm saving my shit hole for your cock," she replied, repeating those
humiliating words.
"Aww, that's so sweet fuck face. You would have save your virgin cunt for
me
and boys too, if you weren't such a slut."
"Yes," she replied meekly.
"Well cunt, you did one thing right. I'm sure we'll enjoy your gift. Now ask
me nicely to do the honors."
"Please sir, would you please stick your manly cock into my virgin shit
hole."
she begged, sounding sincere, but dying over having to have said it.
Spitting onto his hand, Billy lubricated his prick, more for his own
enjoyment
than out of any consideration for the girl's comfort. Jeannie could feel the
tip of his cock head at her anal entrance. She remembered from one of her
medical courses, that bearing down on her external sphincter, as if she was
relieving herself, would make it easier. She tried hard to time the penetration
with her bearing down, as if taking a shit.
"ARGgghhhhaaaaaaaaaah!" the two voices merged. One was an animalistic
cry of
conquest and pleasure, while the other, equally primitive, was one of
subjugation and pain.
As he butt fucked her, he made her crawl. With each thrust, she took a
minute
step forward, until she reached the pile of urine. Her face was drowning in it.
A dirty slut was what Uncle Billy wanted to fuck, and Jeannie was exactly
that
for him. Her bowels hurt immensely, and she knew that there must be a
million
little micro-lacerations created by that pig's cock, as it kept stretching her
out, as he dug deeper and deeper into her. Finally, he came. She felt a warm
viscous fluid being deposited in her anal canal, and even that burned. A soft
plop could be heard, as Uncle Billy removed his tool.
His sex slave laid there quivering. Intermittingly, he could hear a sniffle.
Her hands were still there, exposing to her rapist the damage that he had
inflicted upon her. Her small anus agape, open, pink and inflamed, with
traces
of semen and blood trickling out of it. With a contented smile, Uncle Billy
slouched back into his chair. It was now his turn to watch.
Jeannie was left on the floor of the dark basement. Her arms were extended
and
tied around a long bamboo pole, leaving her breasts exposed and defenseless.
Her hair was tied back, and it was tethered to more ropes, that looped around
the same pole. This made it impossible for her to lower her face to hide her
shame. She had to look at her tormentor. To add to her discomfort, a bamboo
was wedged between her legs, right at her knee joint. The coarse rope
ensured
that the cruel stick would remain in place, as her lower leg was tied to her
thigh, and anchored by the free edges of the bamboo. This forced her to
kneel
with her cunt quite accessible and vulnerable.
Had she been bad? She hadn't utter one word, or refused an act, no matter
how
humiliating, after the "disciplinary session." So why was it that they were
doing this? Would James suffer a similar fate? She wanted to cry, but her
lacrimal glands would produce no tears.
For an entire day, she had heard the shuffling of feet, and the muted
conversations of her captors. Yet it wasn't until now, that she heard
footsteps.
She didn't know how to feel. Was she miserable enough to elicit sympathy?
Or
would they just come for some new torture?
She squinted her eyes but it wasn't until the man approached the small circle
of light in the middle of the basement, did she see who it was. Dressed in his
uniform, Officer Berg walked up to the Asian girl. Jeannie tried hard to
inspect him, given her limited movements. There was already a lump in his
pants.
Stretching her eyes as far as she could, she saw that he was holding in one
hand a small bag and a bottle of water, while in the other, he held a Digital
Video camera. Seeing her trail him with her eyes, he smiled, curling his
already curly mustache up into a stupid grin. He squatted in front of the girl
and touched her face, first gently, then rougher, pinching her cheeks.
"How's my little cock holder?"
Jeannie ignored the comment. Her eyes were focused on the bottled water.
"They've told me about your predicament," he said, cupping her tits, then
letting them fall. He opened the bottle of water and drank it, until his cheeks
were puffed out like a chipmunk. Pulling her hair back, until her body was
arched painfully back, putting immense pressure on her knee joints, that was
jammed by the bamboo stick, he sprayed the poor girl's face with spit and
water. Her tongue protruded from her small mouth to lick frivolously at the
water droplets that collected near her mouth.
The scene amused the sadist, and he began to slowly pour the rest of the
water
out, while Jeannie knee walked after it. Wetting his finger in the small pool
of water near the captive, Berg ran it over the girl's lips. Her tongue helped
with the process. When it was sufficiently wet, he pushed his crotch into her
face. She stared up at him.
"You want any more water, you'll work for it. Now show me how a cock
holder
acts."
"I can't," she whispered.
He looked down at her bondage and mercifully freed her hair, letting it drop
gracefully. She bent submissively forward, until she was able to bite gingerly
onto his zipper. His cock grew larger at the sight of the beauty, with her
pretty face buried into his pants. He could feel the tip of her nose brushing
against his thighs. She was trying desperately to grab a hold of his briefs.
Yes, she was doing a good job. He could feel the tip being slowly
swallowed.
Jeannie too felt the tip of his cock. She accepted it. Her lips wrapped gently
around the familiar tool. But she was surprised when she felt him move
backwards.
"Not yet." he said, "We're going to play a game."
He took from the bag a needle pillow studded with tiny needles that sparkled
as they reflected the light. His big clumsy hands pulled one out and showed
it
to her. It was four or five inches long. A sadistic smile crossed his face, as
his other hand gripped onto Jeannie's left breast.
"No sir. Please. No more. I'll do anything, really. N noooooo!
AhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHH!"
She reeled backwards, but B pulled her back by her left tit. Jeannie looked
down to see a needle sticking about a half inch out from her tit. Tears fell
anew, as she begged him to remove it.
"No no no darling. That's not the right attitude. It's part of the game. We'll
see how good of a cock holder your mouth is. If you can keep my little B
here
in that slut's mouth of your's, and get me off, you'll get to drink my cum.
Then I'll go get you some water, and we'll watch your favorite movie,
'Where's
James'. How's that sound?"
Jeannie, through her teary eyes, nodded energetically.
"Oh you're too eager slut. I haven't finished. If my cock slips out of your
mouth, I add another needle to your tit. Makes it more exciting. But if you
don't want to play, I'll just go back upstairs."
Jeannie was thirsty, and sooner or later, if she didn't move, she knew that
she'd die. Femoral embolism would kill her from her immobilized limbs.
"Well, if you want to play, then let's begin."
At first, he toyed with her. Putting his cock just centimeters from her face,
but as she lunged for it, he would withdraw a bit, so it was perpetually out
of her reach. The stupid game continued for some time, until lust got the
most
of him. Jeannie felt her knees getting bruised, as she knee walked her way
after the man's penis.
Officer Berg was amused. "I don't know why Billy and them boys need a
leash. I
can walk you with my cock. You're a cock hungry bitch, aren't you? Aren't
you??"
His laughter was both cruel and derogatory. Jeannie wrapped her lips tightly
around her teeth to avoid hurting the man whose cock she would just love to
bite off. Instead, she bit and sucked with her cushioned lips, afraid of the
consequences. PLOP!
She looked up wide-eyed. A grin appeared on the man's face, as he slowly
opened his eyes. "Ooooh, you were so good too. But lazy. Little B slipped
out."
Jeannie started stammering, but soon stopped. It was useless. And so it
continued, until she was too weak to knee walk anymore, and he was bored.
He
needed to blow his load. So he just stood there, with cock in his cock
holder's
mouth, as his free hands stabbed at her breast. She yelped and gasped each
time, until the last needle went in, and the man blew his load deep into her
throat.
Uncharacteristically, Berg helped wiped away the cum from her chin and the
tear stains from her face. "Please, take out the needles," the girl pleaded,
looking up at her master and god.
"Not yet. I need one more thing from you, and they'll keep you attentive."
From his pocket, Berg extracted a piece of paper, and held it to the girl's
face for her to read. "Memorize these lines, and read it to the camera."
Throwing it at the floor, he went to retrieve the DV cam. Turning it on, he
shouted, "Showtime!"
Jeannie stared into the DV cam and swallowed. This was the first time that
she
could communicate to James, but she wasn't even free to choose her words.
"Please James, do as they say, and I'll be safe. I'm okay. They've treated me
nice."
That was it. Her work was done. Berg smiled and went about freeing her
from her
bondage. "Take them out yourself, then go upstairs, and we'll watch a movie.
Your movie, and then you'll thank me. Right?"
"Yessss sir," replied the girl softly. Officer Berg took another bottle of
water and placed it on the ground in front of the girl, who was concentrating
on the task at hand. With unsteady hands, she gingerly plucked a needle from
her breast. She looked so sexy as she bit her lower lip, as she extracted
needle after needle from her mammary tissue.
It's hard to tell how James would have felt if he had seen his sweet little
angel, Jeannie, now. Would he be shocked and then be pleasantly surprised?
Or
would he be disgusted with herm like the way she was with herself?
Regardless
of the moralistic debate, a man could only have one physiological response,
when he took a glance at Jeannie. This was the response Taylor was
experiencing
as he eyed his fuck doll.
The girl was dressed in a form fitting one piece white tennis skirt. Taylor had
chosen the color well, for it accentuated her innocence. It was one of those
qualities that she never managed to lose, despite all the fucking. This was
both a blessing and a curse for her, as was her grace and class a compliment
to
her. Men like James admired and loved her for her modesty and her ladylike
demeanor. Unfortunately, she was in the hands of the depraved, and her
natural
charm engrossed them, only by reminding them of their own deficiency.
Thus, at
every opportunity, they had the need to lower her to their level, like now.
Dressing her like a whore and a fuck toy, made them feel better, like a glass
of ice water on a hot day.
Because of the tightness of the skirt, her tits were pushed together, and the
V-neckline helped expose, teasingly, the cleavage that formed from her
lovely,
rounded orbs. The material hugged her wispy waist like the men's hands. The
hem of the skirt ended high on her upper thighs, leaving bare her trimmed
and
toned quadriceps. Every bit of her attire was meant to seduce and to scream
out, "Slut walking by. Fuck me."
Taylor finished off the outfit with a pair of five inch heeled shoes. They
made her point her dainty little feet forward and forced her uncomfortably
to shift all 110 lbs of her small frame onto her toes, but more than that, they
compressed her Achilles tendons painfully. Yet it made a spectacular sight
out
of her calves. Her legs stretched endless up to her well used fuck box, their
fuck box.
Jeannie was well aware of the attention her outfit drew and this worried her.
This was to be her first time "whoring." No one had explained to her what it
entailed. Uncle Billy finally came to pick her up in his pickup.
For the first time since she had been taken to their house, Jeannie was out of
the house. It made her feel a little easier, though not much. Uncle Billy's
remark made her feel more anxious than its intended purpose. "We're starting
you off real slow sugar. I'm going to introduce you to some nice folks in
town
who never seen a slant eyed bitch before. They still think your slit's crocked
like your eyes."
Jeannie gave him her usual smile. She tried comforting herself with the
knowledge that this would mean sex, but the idea of entertaining a few racist
men made her nervous. The ride was short. In just fifteen minutes, they
arrived
outside a small, but dainty house.
"Collect $100 when you're done. Remember to be nice. I better not get any
complaints. I'll be back in the morning to get you."
Jeannie nodded and gave her pimp a peck on the cheeks. Then with slumped
shoulders, she walked toward the door. Uncle Billy lingered for awhile. She's
been obedient, he thought. The combination of electric shocking her tits and
the reward, or so she thought of the fact that they had allowed her to write
to her husband, reinforced their control. It was good. They were pleasing
their
partners down south too. He couldn't help but to smile, as he stepped on the
gas and drove off.
The man who opened the door was a middle aged man, who politely
introduced
himself as Jared, and invited her in. Once inside, she saw a room full of five
other men, all in their mid-thirties. They were all hard laborers. She could
tell by the way they spoke and act. Every word was shouted, and every
maneuver
was coarse. They were people whom she rarely interacted with. Yet tonight,
between them and her, there'll be more than just interaction. She would be
fucked by all of them, and by Uncle Billy's ominous words, probably "all
night."
This came down to less than $20 a fuck and less than $12.50 an hour
depending
on how it's viewed.
"Boys, meet Jeannie."
The men all stopped their activities, and ogled the Asian girl. Though the
men
were by no means in shape, they were big, even from a sitting position, she
could tell. Jeannie smiled nervously. She felt their eyes burn away at her
flimsy outfit. In fact, she felt ridiculous for having it on, though she knew
the point. It was to tease more than cover.
Taking her hand, Jared led her into the center of the room, and then stepped
back to admire his toy for the night. Yes, just as ordered. In the tennis
outfit, she really did resemble Jane. Even Joe felt so, as the other man
remarked, "Hey, in those clothes, she looks a lot like that other chink bitch."
"No, way finer. This one is hotter."
"Yeah, bigger tits."
"The other one was taller. But I like this whore better. At least she doesn't
look as slutty."
"Bitches moan just the same," commented another, as he gyrated his hips in
simulated sex.
Jeannie stood there, turning her head from man to man, as they made their
vulgar comments about her. They talked about her legs, her breasts, her ass,
and how well she fucked. It was dehumanizing, yet she was well trained by
now.
She knew that the men wanted a smiling whore, not one that cried, unless of
course, they wanted her to. So for the time being, she just smiled blankly.
"So, who's first?" someone suggested.
With her skirt tugged up, and her white lace panties dangling off one end of
her foot, Jeannie was lying on the coffee table getting fucked away. Her first
john was Jared. He was soft and gentle at first, but as he pumped into her, he
became more violent, to the point that he began biting and gnawing her
nipples
while threatening her. "I'm gonna tear you apart. Fucking bitch. Rip up your
pussy. How's that?"
All the while, the girl just stared up at the ceiling, grimacing each time she
felt his cock hit her cervix. This, however, was infinitely better than being
beaten or tortured. At least it was just sex, albeit violent sex. He finally
finished off, and another man took his place, moving Jeannie to a new
position.
This went on deep into the night. When the last man finished, he tossed his
condom over where his fellow john picked it up, and pour its contents into a
large bowl.
Jeannie, thinking the man was satisfied, was about to straighten up her
clothes
back into a resemblance of respectability, when Jared, who was
progressively
more vindictive, shouted at her. They had paid for the night, and they intend
to do whatever they want. Clothes for a slut were impermissible. "In fact,
take everything off, save those slut heels."
"You must be hungry china doll," commented a man.
She didn't notice it until he had mentioned food. Since leaving the ranch, she
had nothing to eat, and after the extracting performance, she was starving.
An
involuntary growling emitted from her bowels, and brought renewed laughter
to
the tired crowd. "Well, here's some bread and chips. Dig in."
She was glad that they were being slightly hospitable, and thanked them.
Tearing off a piece of bread, she stuffed it into her mouth and swallowed
greedily. The men laughed some more. Jeannie didn't mind, as long as she
was
fed. She was entertainment after all. As she reached for more, another fellow
named Ted pointed at a bowl, and said, "There's some fresh home-made
sauce.
It's great. Lots of proteins to go with the carbs."
Jeannie followed his finger to see a large glass bowl, with a murky
gelatinous
liquid in it. When they bought it closer to her, she recognized its content
from its odor and looks. It was a mixture of semen, spit, and urine. She
quickly placed both hands over her mouth to keep from vomiting.
"I want you to finish all the chips and breads. Like so," Jared demonstrated,
by dipping a piece of bread into the mixture, and offering it to her. When she
made no movements to accept it, Jared snickered, "College bitch, too good
for
our food, huh?"
This brought the room of drunk men into a rage. Some threw their empty
cans at
her, while others spit more into the mess. She stared into Jared's eyes, whose
pupils were dilated with anger, and the frustration of past rejections and
scorn. Jeannie wasn't just Jeannie the exotic whore, but a symbol of pain and
hurt for him. For the others, she was just a Chinese slut, not the Asian-
American girl who worked hard, and embraced the country for what it is.
She
was an outsider, strictly because of her heritage. In their minds, they paid
for her education, and now she was here to repay them. Her body and cunt
would
be the reception to all their hate. And just like that, her mind comprehended
her position and her mouth slowly opened to receive her food.
In the morning when Uncle Billy finally showed up and honked, Jeannie,
after a
few minutes delayed, appeared. As she walk down the front lawn, he could
tell
that her gait was unsteady. It must have been a long night. She got in. Her
small hand clutched tightly to a $100 bill like the way a child did his first
dollar from a successful newspaper delivery. She turned to her pimp and
handed
him the money, which he ungratefully pocketed. Her eyelids were heavy, and
she
seemed weak. There were light traces of semen around her mouth and chin,
but
otherwise, she was in good shape and showed no indication of abuse, just as
they had promised him. That was good. He'd call up Jared to hear the details
later.
It was the midst of summer, and the sun shone brightly. Things on the ranch
couldn't have been better. The place was tidier, given the feminine touch. At
night, the boys weren't as lonely, given the feminine companionship,
although
there would be occasional arguments as to whose turn it was to use the
female
bed warmer.
For Jeannie, her life had settled into routine. She cooked, clean, scrubbed,
and did all of the normal wifely duties, including seeing to her three
husbands
sexual needs. Once a week, she would be rented out for parties or special
occasions. She had never imagined a dingy town like this would have so
many
festivities. With her new profession, her wardrobe grew too. That was
another
surprise. She didn't fathom the depth of depravity in the world. Even the
youngest of the men who rented her out, who were at least 8 years her junior,
and yet the fantasies that she allowed them to enact were so sickening. But
the sickest of the lot was Grandpa Jones.
On the old man's 60th birthday, his male progenies rented her, and she came
in
a complete schoolgirl attire, plaid skirt and short sleeved blouse, with dark
black 5 inch heels. Needless to say, she was well used, but to play the part
of a teenager who screamed and beg the disgusted looking 60 year old
pervert
to spank and fuck her was incredulous. Could he really harbor such dark
fantasies? Do people even care?
As time went by, her owners, as they proclaimed outright now, allowed her
much
more freedom. They realized that she was more than just a sex doll, though
they
never admitted to it. She was able to help them do their finances, as she had
for her husband, amongst other things. So they brought her along with them
on
some of their business dealings, at least the legal ones. Despite her obvious
intellectual superiority, the men still objectify her. Even her business attire
was to showcase her sensuality, more so than her intellect.
For the men, she was extremely useful, because in their county, she provided
a
good bargaining tool. In many ways, she was their brain, and her body
helped
with the haggling. "Five percent discount. Be nice, and I'll be very naughty."
was a well used phrase for Jeannie now. The men wanted it, even gave her
away
sometimes for free, despite their ability to seal deals without such a need.
They needed to show her that she was just that, a cunt hole.
And so Jeannie continued to live in this paradox. Her reprieve was the 30
word
notes that the men allowed her to write to her husband. Often, they would
tell
her to write encouraging ones, forcing her to think whether he was in an
equally deplorable state. It was a testament to her strength, that she was
able to provide moral support for him, in spite of her new position in life,
as a sex pet.
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