Adopted Asian Daughter Chapter 1

Chapter 1

 

Mr. Cohn, a white man in his late fifties, opened the door to his adopted Asian daughter Cindy’s bedroom as she was talking to her school friend Rachel on the phone. “What a loser!” she was saying. “Can you imagine him having the nerve to ask me to the dance? God! I wouldn’t go out with him if he was the last boy on earth!”

“Who’s that?” her father said.

Cindy caught her breath. “Rach, I’ll call you back,” she said, and hung up.

“Who, Cindy?” her father said. “Who wouldn’t you go out with if he was the last boy on earth? Who?”

“Just–just some guy, daddy. He’s a jerk, that’s all.”

“I see. This jerk, this loser, asked you to the dance?”

“Yes.” Cindy looked a little apprehensive, though she tried to hide it.

“And you said no.”

“Yes.”

“And not very politely, I suspect.”

“Daddy–”

“Aren’t you supposed to be studying, Cindy?”

“I am, Daddy, I was just–”

“Aren’t you supposed to be grounded? Including no telephone privileges for the next three days? Didn’t I make that quite clear?”

“I was just talking to Rachel, Daddy, I wanted to get the assignment for–”

“I heard what you were talking about. You need more punishment, Cindy.”

Cindy went pale. “Daddy, please–”

“What’s this boy’s name?”

“The–the boy who–”

“Yes, that boy. What’s his name?”

Cindy swallowed. “Chad. Chad Rosen.”

“Chad Rosen. The loser. Who asked you to the dance. Who you sneered at. Maybe even laughed at to his face. Because he’s a loser, and you’re the wonderful Cindy Cohn. Is that right, Cindy?”

“Daddy–”

“Call him up.”

“Daddy, please…”

“I think Chad Rosen would enjoy seeing you taken down a peg or two, don’t you, Cindy?”

“Daddy, for god’s sake …”

“Call him up and tell him you want to go to the dance with him.”

“Daddy, listen, please, I’m sorry, I’ll…”

“What are you, Cindy?”

Cindy bit her lip.

“Say it, Cindy. What are you?”

Cindy swallowed. “I’m a gook bitch and a gook sex slave,” she said. Her voice was barely audible.

“What? I can’t hear you, Cindy.”

Her voice was louder this time, but unsteady. “I’m a gook bitch and a gook sex slave.”

“Call Chad Rosen. Now.”

“I–I don’t–I don’t have his number.”

“You’re stalling, Cindy,” her father said. “You shouldn’t do that. The more you stall the worse it will be. The more you stall, the happier Chad is going to be when he comes to pick you up. You know that, Cindy. Don’t you?”

Cindy was crying now. “Daddy, don’t. Oh god, don’t, daddy, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything, Daddy, please don’t do this again. Please, Daddy. I’m sorry. Please.”

“Call him, Cindy.”

 

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When Chad Rosen called for Cindy on the night of the dance, her father opened the door for him.

“Ah, you must be Chad,” he said, smiling. “Do come in.” He led the youth into the living room and offered him a seat. “I’m afraid Cindy’s not quite ready yet. You know how women are. Would you like something to drink?”

“Uh…No thanks,” Chad said. He was nervous. He still could hardly believe that Cindy Cohn had called him up and told him she wanted him to take her to the dance. Especially after the cruel, snotty way she had turned him down when he had finally gotten up the nerve to ask her. Of course he hadn’t expected her to say yes, but he hadn’t been ready for that kind of humiliation either.

Being one of the few Asian girls in her school, Cindy was probably the prettiest and most popular girl. Her long silky black hair and her beautiful baby face, combined with her stunning figure, had all the white guys falling all over themselves just to look at her. Cindy’s father was talking about what nice weather they were having. But Chad also heard something else. It was coming from upstairs, and it sounded like somebody moaning. Moaning and … and pleading. He couldn’t make out any words, but it definitely sounded like someone was begging. And then moaning again.

Cindy’s father talked on. And then there was a scream. A loud, definitely female scream that sent chills through Chad’s body.

“Ah,” Cindy’s father said. “I think Cindy is ready now.”

And then Cindy was coming downstairs. Chad started to stand up, but what he saw made him fall back again into his chair, his eyes wide, his mouth open, looking like a poleaxed steer. For one thing, Cindy wasn’t walking down the stairs. She was crawling. Crawling slowly, painfully, awkwardly, on her hands and knees, down the stairs. And for another thing, she was naked. Stark staring naked. Her beautiful full firm breasts swayed and jiggled beneath her as she made her painstaking way from step to step. Her rounded rear stuck up provocatively into the air, and the muscles of her luscious shapely legs flexed and rippled as she crawled. Actually she wasn’t entirely naked. There was a thin leather collar around her neck. Attached to this collar was a leash, the kind used to walk dogs with. And holding the other end of the leash was a young White man Chad recognized as Cindy’s younger brother, Raymond, who was one year behind Chad and Cindy at school. Cindy younger brother is a white boy, the biological child of Mr. Cohn, whereas Cindy is Asian, being adopted from Korea. Raymond was naked too. He was scrawny and pimple-faced, but his cock was big enough. It was standing up at full attention as he led his crawling, whimpering Asian sister down the stairs.

“Really, Raymond,” his father remonstrated. “You might have put some clothes on for our guest. You must forgive my son, Chad. He tends to become overly excited when I give him the chance to discipline his sister. I believe you overheard some of the results of his enthusiasm just now. But I’m glad to see he hasn’t gotten too carried away. As you can see, there are no marks on Cindy’s body. As yet.”

Chad couldn’t begin to answer. His head was swimming with confusion, and with the unbelievable sight of the naked body of Cindy Cohn, crawling and on a leash. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Raymond led her, still crawling, to the center of the room, where she remained on all fours, breathing heavily, not looking at Chad or at any of them, but at the floor. Little whimpering sounds still came from her throat at intervals. Chad could not tell whether they were sounds of pain, fear or humiliation, or of some combination of all three. Raymond let go of the leash and stood back.

“My Asian daughter, as you know, Chad, has a tendency to be headstrong, and even arrogant at times,” Cindy’s father said. “Since she has no Asian mother to instill into her the values of proper feminine submissiveness, I must do my best to try to set her straight. Occasionally this requires some rather severe correction of her attitude. I must tell you that her going out with you, Chad, is a part of that correction. This is really no reflection on you, my boy; Cindy, being Asian, looks upon most of the world as her inferiors. But since she seems particularly to dislike you, and since apparently she treated you rather shabbily when you did her the honor of asking her to the dance, I thought it only fitting that you should not only have your wish about that, but that you should also be able to witness some other aspects of her correction.”

“Daddy–” Cindy said pleadingly.

“Be quiet, Cindy,” her father said. Then he said, “On second thought, you may speak, Cindy. You may tell your friend Chad what you are. Tell him, Cindy.”

There was a pause. ‘

“Tell him, Cindy. Now.”

Cindy did not look up, and when she spoke the words were soft and mumbled. “I’m a gook bitch and a gook sex slave,” she said.

“Now Cindy, I could hardly hear that, and I’m sure Chad could hardly hear it also. I want you to look at him, Cindy, and speak up so he can hear you clearly. Go on.”

Cindy slowly raised her head. Her silky black hair fell raggedly about her face. She looked at Chad now, but her eyes were opaque and expressionless. “I’m a gook bitch and a gook sex slave,” she said again. Her voice now was clear but flat. Then she lowered her head again.

“That’s better,” her father said. “Now, Cindy, it’s time to pay the toll for your evening out.” He unzipped his fly. “Usually she pays this toll before her escort arrives,” he explained to Chad. “But tonight, as I say, I thought you deserved to watch as she does it.” Then he pulled out his cock, which was semi-hard.

Cindy made a sound. Until now, Chad would never have thought the haughty, self-confident, supremely superior Asian girl Cindy Cohn capable of making a sound like that.

“I’m waiting, Cindy,” her father said.

Chad saw Cindy swallow. Then she very slowly began to move, crawling to where her white step father was sitting. He spread his legs and Cindy crawled between them. Chad could hardly believe what he was watching. He saw Cindy’s father’s white cock hardening as the petite Asian girl Cindy approached, her breasts swaying and her mouth half-open with her labored breathing. He thought he might faint as Cindy, with only the briefest of hesitations, took that cock into her mouth. Then her head started to move, up and down, up and down, as she sucked her father’s cock.

“Not too fast, Cindy,” her father said, his voice as calm and even as before. “Don’t rush it. I’m sure Chad is enjoying this almost as much as I am. Let’s give him some time to savor it, shall we? How about it, Chad? Does watching Cindy do this help to make up, to some extent, for the way she treated you?”

Chad could barely think, let alone speak. “I–” he stammered. “I-I don’t–I can’t–I mean…”

“I understand,” Cindy’s father said. “I think he means yes, Cindy. Keep it up, dear. Use your tongue a little more. That’s it.” And then he fell silent, and the only sounds in the room were the faint moist sounds Cindy’s mouth made as she sucked, the occasional muffled whimper that escaped her throat, and the heavy, open-mouthed breathing of both Chad and her brother as they watched what she was doing. Finally her father stiffened and drew in his breath sharply, and then he was coming into his Asian daughter’s mouth. She continued to suck him as he came, as though from previous experience she knew what he wanted her to do.

“Swallow it, Cindy,” he said as his climax subsided. “Do it for Chad. Show him how you swallow all my cum.”

Cindy drew her mouth from his now limp cock and turned her face to Chad. Her eyes were terrible. She tilted her head back so he could see her throat move as she swallowed, which she did slowly, three or four times, until she had ingested all her white father’s sperm. Then she collapsed onto the floor, panting and shaking.

“Dad?” Raymond said. “Me too, Dad? Please? Okay?”

Cindy mewled softly.

“Why not?” her father said. “Cindy, pleasure your brother now.”

Cindy raised her head. “Daddy,” she moaned. “Daddy, please. Please not him. Please…”

“I think you need further punishment, Cindy. To make you more responsive. Hand me the leash.”

Cindy made that sound again.

“Dad?” Raymond stepped forward. His eyes were shining. “Can I do it, Dad? Let me do it, okay? I’ll do it good.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will, Raymond. You enjoy it so much. Too much, perhaps. But all right. Give him the leash, Cindy.”

Cindy was shaking her head, perhaps unconsciously. She started to say something, but her father’s expression evidently persuaded her that it would do no good. Her panting breath now rasped softly in her throat. Her hands were shaking as she raised them to unhook the leash from her collar. It took her several attempts. When she had done that, her brother walked over to her and took the thin leather leash from her hand.

“Lie down, Cindy,” her father said. “And keep still, or it will be worse.”

A sob came from her mouth as she lowered herself onto her stomach and stretched her naked, trembling body out on the floor. Her arms were spread out on either side of her, her legs tightly together, her face turned to one side and pressed against the carpet. Chad was panting almost as hard as she was, and his cock was achingly hard and throbbing in his pants. A part of him wondered insistently if this was all a dream. Raymond now raised his arm over his head, the smooth, slender leather leash trailing from his hand. With a swift, sudden movement he brought it down, sending it cracking loudly against Cindy’s upper back.

Cindy screamed.

Raymond’s cock, which had scarcely diminished since he had brought Cindy downstairs, was now more rigid than ever, and twitching dangerously. His tongue came out to lick his lips as once more he brought the leash down onto his Asian sister’s body, this time onto her sweetly curving golden buttocks. Her scream was louder than before. Her body twisted with pain, and now she started to sob.

Raymond grunted as he gave her a third blow, again on her back, but lower than the first. Cindy’s body bucked, and her shriek hurt Chad’s ears.

Again the strap came down on her buttocks, harder now. Cindy’s father’s cock, which still protruded from his fly, was now hard again, and Chad was on the verge of coming in his pants. Cindy began to beg her father to make it stop, but he only watched impassively as Raymond lashed her back again, and then her thighs, and then her buttocks, until she was screaming almost continuously, her body rolling and twisting with the pain.

Finally her father said, “All right, Raymond. That’s enough.” Raymond looked like he wanted to argue, but he stopped, reluctantly dropping the leash. He was panting as though he had just run five miles.

“Now, Cindy,” her father said. “Perhaps you will obey with more alacrity. Now do as I told you. Pleasure your brother.”

Cindy was crying hard, and it was obviously painful for her to move, but she didn’t hesitate now. She pushed herself onto her knees, gasping with the effort, and grasping her brother’s thighs for balance as he stood in front of her, she opened her sobbing mouth and closed it around his cock. Raymond moaned and tangled the fingers of both hands in her long silky hair. “Oh, yeah!” he gasped hoarsely. “Christ, suck me, chinky!”

Cindy sucked him. She was still sobbing, and still panting hard enough so that she had to struggle to take in enough air through her nostrils, but she sucked him steadily and well, taking in almost all of his sizeable cock with each downward movement.

“Oh, Jesus!” Raymond husked. “Oh damn, you’re so good, gook sister.

Christ, yes, do it, oh my god … Such a great chink cocksucker, yeah, that’s it, do it, chink, take it, shit, here it comes, I’m gonna…yeah….take it all…NOWWW…”

And as his climax hit him, Raymond clutched her hair even more tightly and pulled her head off his cock, then spurted his cum all over her face.

Holding her there so she couldn’t move away, he sent jet after jet of sperm shooting across her eyes, her nose, her mouth, and into her hair. He seemed to go on cumming for a very long time. When he was finished he let her go and collapsed into the nearest chair. Cindy fell back onto the floor.

“All right, Cindy,” her father said. “I’m tempted to have you do me again, but that can wait until you get back. Go clean yourself up now, and get dressed for your date. And don’t take longer than ten minutes. You’re making Chad miss the dance.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author: inferiorasian

I have been a very confused—some might say very conflicted—girl ever since I can remember and I have always lived in a fantasy world of my own making. I was born in Japan, my mother is Chinese and my father is Japanese, and my father's mother or my grandmother was German Dutch, and I came to the United States as a teenager and lived and went to school in Maryland, and worked in New York. I lived in fantasy worlds since I was a teenager and I have always done so, sometimes so deep in my own fantasy I forgot my own identity. I no longer knew who I am. Physically I look more European than asian. My father is of mixed heritage—he has white blond hair, but he also has some distinctly Japanese features. On the other hand my features mostly resembled my grandmother, who was a full blooded European woman. Which was not something that really bothered me. Actually most modern Japanese look very European compared to the rest of asians. My father was a sadist, and my mother, on the other hand, was, in my opinion, a masochist with no self respect. Growing up, seeing my father beating my mother was almost as frequent as having dinner, and when not beating her, she was constantly being humiliated and degraded, like having to serve dinner to him naked on her knees or being tied to an utility pole only in her panties during the winter. At first I believed my mother was a victim, a unfortunate human being in the hands of a cruel evil man, but as I grew older I realized that it was my mother who enjoyed being treated this way. The initial realization made me feel she was a disgusting, perverted, sick person, but as I grew older I began to have the almost identical sexual fantasies that my mother lived and experienced through. I began to think that my mother was the luckiest woman on earth since apparently she had found a man who understood her desires and could give them to her. My dad studied and worked in America before, and during that period he desperately wanted to marry a white woman, and vehemently pursued several white women, but was unsuccessful. At the same time Japanese women were unwilling to marry him. Maybe because just like him they were looking to marry into the white race, or maybe because he had sadistic tendencies. Out of options he settled to look for a Chinese woman. Statistically, marriages between Chinese women and Japanese men have been quite common, and I personally knew quite a few couples just like my mother and father. Even here in America I knew several Chinese women who had Japanese boyfriends and those women were actually quite proud of having superior Japanese men as boyfriends. Japanese in general look much more European compared to other asians and I suspect it was the putative European appearance that attracts other asian women. Of course Japanese are not Europeans, no matter how much we try to become European, just as Jews will never be fully accepted as White Christians. I think Jews and Japanese have a lot in common. We were both persecuted by Europeans, the Jews by Germans, and Japanese by Americans, yet we both come to love our white Masters. Jews weren't officially considered white until very recently, and I think as time progresses eventually Japanese will be categorized as white in the future, though Jews and Japanese will always know that they are still inferior to their Nordic Masters. But as always the Jews will be Masters over the Arabs and the Japanese will be Masters over the rest of Asia. There is no other meaning to life, other than the degree of domination. I had an older sister who looked fully asian, as opposed to me who looked much more European. And ever since childhood I have always known for a fact that I was treated better by everyone else because of my distinctly European appearance. In school classmates would be hesitant to tease me because they always thought my father might be an American or an European man even though they knew my mother was Chinese but somehow they still were afraid of me solely because of my European appearance. The thing was that in Japanese naming system, my mother's last name automatically gets attached to mine, so for example, my name in Japanese would actually be "Suzuki Liu Jennifer", because my mother's maiden name is Liu; this way everyone would instantly know my mother is Chinese. On the other hand my sister was bullied almost everyday by upper classmates because she looked very Chinese. They made fun of her hair and clothes and told her that she looked like a Chinese pig and I had seen boys pulling down her pants and laughing at her for having a "Chinese vagina". I was a very young girl back then and I felt ashamed of having her as a sister so in school I didn't talk to her at all. When I was 12 years old, she committed suicide by hanging herself in her closet. I know this because I was the one who discovered her body. My parents would have never told me about her death if I did not saw her dead body by myself. And ever since her death a dark cloud formed over my head and throughout my teenager years I was constantly harrowed by thoughts of suicide. It was not until I was much older that I learned suicide is infectious and that had been why I was constantly thinking about suicide. The realization made me try not to think too much about death, but no matter how much I try I can never get her image out of my head. Sometimes I feel she still haunts me because I didn't talk to her in school. My parents divorced when I was 14 and I went to live with my mom in China for two years. Contrary to popular beliefs, I had never experienced any form of racism or discrimination against me when I was living in China. Most people assumed that I was an European girl and the aura of being European seemed to make me inapproachable, like the shield of Athena covering me from head to toe. Even when I was in school, when classmates would know my father was Japanese because of my last name, I had never really felt any discrimination, though I did feel they were kind of afraid of me. I had never realized how much being White meant until I was in America: the symbol of power, domination, and superiority that being White implies. Being White is being the entelechy of all that is beautiful, good and righteous. Which is strange because my nationality still is, in actuality, Japanese and as I grew older I started to look more asian. My hair has gotten completely dark and my looks started to resemble my mother's. I used to have very light-colored hair, but I just felt fortunate that I do not look fully asian like my sister was. When I saw this image [of a naked asian woman kneeling next to a black furred dog] in a Japanese SM magazine a few days ago, all of a sudden I remembered seeing my mother in a similar position when I was maybe just 5 or 6 years old. It was not a pleasant experience; it was an extremely scary and traumatic experience, and growing up I heard constant moaning and muffled screams coming from my parents' bedroom. Every evening was a nightmare to fall asleep. But knowing that many asian women were treated the same way as my mother had been treated somehow made me feel better about my own family. At least my parents were not as weird as they seemed, and while growing up I had gradually come to realize that many asian girls have the same masochistic tendencies as I do, but many were just very shy and wouldn't admit their secrets. So it seems there are many masochistic asian women out there who thrives on been humiliated and degraded just like the girl in this image; I don't know why but this image made me feel kind of normal. I have lived in the States for nearly ten years now and I have not talked to my parents, who had divorced, for several years, especially to my mother whom I had some very severe arguments with over the years, especially when she remarried after she went back to China. I was more fond of my father though I haven't really talked to him that much either because he too had remarried. Despite all the mean things I had said about my dad, he was always very gentle with me and never beat me. He beat my sister and my mother but never me and I suspect he was much more gentle with me because of my more European looks. I felt their divorce was a punishment for me, as if they had abandoned me and I never felt comfortable with either of them or their new spouses, whether it be in China or in Japan. My mother's new husband was a very cruel and domineering white man living in China and he never treated me with the same special treatment I received from my dad. And I remember one time when I went out with him people on the street mistook me for his wife and I felt so disgusted I never wanted to go out with him again and then he would yell at me and yell at my mom. I am glad to have gotten out of there. And my dad ... well let's just say I couldn't bear to coexist with his new wife either. The last time we talked was already 3 years ago. This image had brought back so many long forgotten yearnings. I miss my sister and my parents. The memory of my sister and my parents started to fade away, like wavering forms they passed before my clouded sight; their images have become a blur rise about me out of mist and cloud; their faces, and their figures have become shades of phantoms; I wanted to hold you close to me in that blessed fleeting moment when you reappeared to me in my dreams. If only I possessed the strength to draw you near. I wanted to forever remember you—you bear the images of happy days; your airy smiles still stir youthful tremors in my breast—but my memory faltered. It would have been simpler if I were already dead. I would never be seized again by those long forgotten yearnings. I shuddered at those thoughts; and a tear draws other tears. Crying is my only form of release; through crying I am channeled to the solemn and silent world of spirits; crying is my whispered prayer that lingers in a vagrant tone. I have no one to talk to. I live in solitary confinement. I have been driven to madness even though physically I stay put. My life—full of dolor, pain and suffering. Sometimes I wish I could end it. The only reason I continue to live is for otherwise I lack the courage to carry out that final act, to take me beyond and step into the unknown. It is so much better to have been never born at all, or at least to die an immediate death. How sweet and wonderful death would be. My dear Aya, I am so very sorry! A vast space of nothingness in the empty universe fills my heart. Everyday of my life I live in terror because of you.

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