180 days of slavery day 8


He gave her the day off to sleep, but put her in a cell next to all the other prisoners. When she woke up, she saw them all there and the captain was saying, “Come on, chink whore, time to go home to clean up. We have a special guest coming by tonight and I want you nice and clean. They left the jail once she was given her revealing clothes and headed home. They arrived home and Sue got out of the car, following her Master and Mistress into the house. As soon as they were inside, she was told to strip. As she was getting out of her clothes, she noticed how dirty her house was. she never allowed it to get dirty, but while she was in the jail getting fucked, the Captain and Judy had fucked all over the house. They left their clothes laying around, dirty dishes were everywhere and it smelled like sex. As soon as she was naked, Judy said, “OK, slut, get this house cleaned up. We are having company tonight and I don’t want my house looking like a dump.” These words hurt Sue. It was her house, not this other white bitch’s, but because she had not wanted to be deported back to China, it now belonged to Judy. she was nothing more than a maid in her own house, along with being a play toy for them. But, she was so tired and sore, she didn’t argue. she went about cleaning up their mess and got the dishes and laundry started. Once she got everything clean again, the captain said, “OK, now go get a nice bath. You smell like a whore and we don’t want our guest to see you like this.”

Sue went to the bathroom to bathe. Of course, she had to use the small bathroom in the hallway, since she was forbidden the use of her other bathroom off the master bedroom. This was now Judy’s private bath. Running the water, she climbed into the tub and soaked. Her pussy was sore and swollen, and she felt pain in her lower stomach. Her ass felt like it had been turned inside out and her jaws hurt. She had been fucked so much last night, she didn’t know if she would ever be able to fuck again. She was soaking her hurts away as her mind drifted back to her past. The family needed money and she only knew of one way to get it. she told them she was working, but they never knew she was selling her body. she had been fucked by many different white men and got paid well for her services, but she didn’t want this forever and wanted to get an education. She also worried about her younger sister, who had found out that Sue was a whore and she wanted to be just like her. Sue was able to convince her not to do it. However, she didn’t know if she really did or not. Sue moved out after that and hadn’t really seen her sister in a long time. This was before she was arested and now all her hope and dreams dashed.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Judy entered the little bathroom and said, “Hurry up, slut! Our guest will be arriving soon and we still have to get you ready!”

Sue jumped when she heard Mistress Judy speak. she wondered what was going to happen next. her cunt was getting hot again, but her mind wanted everything to stop. But recently, she could only listen to her pussy and blocked out everything her mind said. She got out of the tub and dried off. she left the bathroom to be met by the Captain. He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the living room. she gasped when she saw her dinning room table in the middle of the living room. Attached to each leg was rope and she dreaded being tied up again. Especially after her night in the jail. He took her to the table and said, “OK, cunt, up you go. On your back, legs spread. Move it!” Sue hesitated, knowing something bad was going to happen. But her hesitation was short lived. With one hand, the captain grabbed the lock which hung from Sue’s ear, pulling her head down, and with the other slapped her harshly on her naked ass three times. “I said on the table! Now do it!”

Having no choice, she got on the table and lay down. Her eyes were filling up with tears now and she didn’t want anything else to happen. As soon as she was on her back, the captain and Judy grabbed her arms and secured them to the table legs. Then moving down to her legs, they spread them wide apart and tied them to the table legs as well. Now she layed there, spread-eagled on her table. The wood was cold on her naked skin and she felt so open. Her pussy was in plain view for all to see and she hated it. Judy came over to her and played with her pussy and said, “Yes, Sir, it does look a little swollen, but that may be good. It will be easier to work with this way.”

Sue cried more and begged, “Please, don’t do any more to me. I have done everything you wanted, please let me go.”

They both laughed at her and the captain said, “No, you haven’t done everything I wanted. I told you that your cunt was now mine and no one else was to have it. But two times you fucked up and screwed someone else. So tonight we’ll fix it so you won’t fuck anyone again with out my permission.”

Just then the door bell rang and Judy said, “I’ll get it. Must be Stephanie.” Sue was left alone on the table while Judy and the captain both went to the door. She heard them talking. They were saying, “Come in, Stephanie, glad you could make it. Would you like a drink?” Stephanie accepted the drink and then asked, “Well, where is the subject and what do you need me to do with her.”

The captain said, “Oh, she is in the living room. Hopefully she is just the way you need her. We’ll explain what we want, once we are with her.”

They walked into the living room and Stephanie saw Sue spread out on the table. Sue was able to see her and watched as she laughed at the sight before her. Stephanie said, “Well now, this is a first. No one has ever given me such a willing subject before. So, what is it you nee?.”

Judy said, “Can we tell you in a minute? There is something else we want her to do first.”

“Sure,” said Stephanie, “but you know my time here has to be paid for.”

The captain spoke up and said, “Oh, you’ll be paid well and even get something added to it.”

They all laughed and Stephanie said, “OK, what comes first.”

Judy said, “You cum first, Stephanie. We would like you to sit on this little slut’s face and have her eat you. And we want to video tape it. Don’t worry, your face won’t be in it, just hers and your pussy.”

Stephanie hesitated with her answer, then said, “You know I’m not into girls, but if the price is right, I’ll allow her to eat me. But don’t expect anything like that from me. I don’t eat pussy, especially not an asian pussy.”

Both the captain and Judy said, “No, we won’t expect that, and yes, we know you asian girls only fuck white guys. So if Judy wants her pussy licked, that other asian slut will do it. We just want her to eat you. She doesn’t enjoy eating cunt, so that’s why we want it. Besides, you let men eat you,
right? It isn’t any different.”

“Well, OK,” said Stephanie and started to get up on the table. But Judy asked, “Can you remove your panties first?”

Laughing, Stephanie reached up under her skirt and took her panties off. Judy took them and then pushed them into Sue’s mouth. “Just to give her a little taste of what’s to come next.”

Stephanie got up on the table and stood right over Sue’s face. Sue looked up and saw her pussy. It was neatly trimmed, and very tight, just a typical asian girl’s pussy, just like hers. She didn’t want to do any of this, but she had no choice, since she couldn’t get away. Stephanie started to squat down on Sue’s face and just before she had her pussy there, she reached down and pulled the panties from Sue’s mouth. She just sat down, smothering Sue with her open slit. Sue had no choice but to lick the cunt that was now on her face. It was the only way she could breath. Sue hated this, especially since she really didn’t know this girl. But she continued licking the pussy sitting on her face. Stephanie had never been eaten this way before. Usually it was some guy doing it, just so he could fuck her. But this was different. She didn’t have to try and hurry to have an orgasm before she was fucked. She could stay on this face and ride it for as long as she desired. Stephanie always wanted to have one good orgasm from being eaten before she took a cock inside her. Now it was going to happen but without the cock afterwards. She loved it and tried to last as long as she could while this other little asian slut who looked otherwise just like her licked her. She slid back and forth on Sue’s mouth and tongue, enjoying the feel. First into her hole and then on her clit and then back to her hole. She was in heaven.


Judy grabbed Stephanie’s panties and wiped up the beautiful woman’s cunt juices with them. Once they were soaked with her cunt juice, she wadded them up into a ball and shoved them into Sue’s mouth. “Don’t want her to forget your taste and we don’t want her screaming either.”

“Now that you are well satisfied, Stephanie,” said the captain, “let me tell you what we want.”

“Sure,” replied Stephanie, “I can’t wait to find out.”

“Well, you see,” started the captain, “my asian slut fucked two guys without permission and now I want to lock up her cunt so it won’t happen again. We figured that if you put two rings in her pussy lips, one toward the top the other near the bottom, I can put padlocks on her pussy so she can’t use it.”

Sue was stunned to hear this. She tried to protest, but the gag muffled all the meaningful sounds. Stephanie thought for a moment and then said, “That may work, but three would be better. Then she can be completely closed up and no one can get into her.” The captain thought for a moment, then said, “No, I think two will be enough. Put one about one-third the way down from the top and the other about one-third the way up from the bottom. Make sure she has the same two holes in each lip.” OK,” said Stephanie, “but if it isn’t enough, I’ll do the third hole free.”

“Very good,” said the captain, “now let’s begin.”

Stephanie had all of her tools with her and laid them out on the table between Sue’s spread, open legs. Then she pulled her panties out of Sue’s mouth and wiped the juice and wetness from the slut’s cunt. Of course, they went back into Sue’s mouth as soon as she was done. Sue tried to beg for mercy while the panties were out, “No, please, Sir, please don’t do that. i don’t want holes in my cunt. Please. i’ll do whatever you say, but please not that.”

Then the panties were back into her mouth. She couldn’t talk anymore and the Captain just laughed saying, “Sorry, cunt, but you disobeyed and I won’t have that.”

Sue was crying, tears running from her eyes, knowing it would hurt and that she would always be at the captain’s mercy. Stephanie started measuring the length of her cunt, taking a small marker to put a dot on each lip where she would put the holes. Satisfied that they were all even, she took an alcohol wipe and rubbed Sue’s swollen lips, making sure they were clean.

“MMMMPPPPHH,” cried Sue through the panty gag. The alcohol burned her lips and she was in agony. But it soon went away when the alcohol dried. She watched Stephanie as best she could, even though she couldn’t see that area.

Stephanie picked up her puncturing tool and held it up as if she was inspecting it. But she really wanted Sue to see it. Stephanie was enjoying this and hoped she would be allowed to take some photos of her work for promotional purposes. Then Sue felt Stephanie’s fingers on her pussy. She tensed up, knowing what was coming, but she couldn’t get away. Stephanie pulled out a pair of gripping tweezers and attached it to Sue’s puffy lip on the right side. “MMMMMMMM,” mumbled Sue, as her lip was pulled out, stretching it. The next thing she felt was the cold puncturing tool being place on her stretched lip. Then it happened. Stephanie squeezed and Sue could not only feel
the hole being made, but she also heard the skin being punctured.

“AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH, MMMMMMM, NNNNNNNNNN,” she tried to scream but only muffled sounds came out of her mouth as the hole was made and the first ring was installed.

Stephanie was working quickly, in order to get all the rings in before Sue passed out. It wasn’t long and the second hole was made in her tender pussy and now she had two rings attached. Sue was sore from the abuse her cunt had taken over the past day and now it was suffering more. She didn’t want anything near her pussy now.

But Stephanie continued to work on her cunt. Finishing the right side, she moved to the left side and did the same. When she finished, Sue had four little golden rings dangling from her asian cunt. Stephanie stood back to admire her work and Judy came over to get a closer look.

She said, “Look Ron, we now have a place to attach all kinds of things to her. We can lock her up, but we can also put her on a leash or even put some weights on her.”

The captain laughed as he saw Judy playing with the little rings. She pulled on them and twisted them. They were both enjoying the torment they were giving the little asian slut.

Then he said, “OK, Judy, time to lock up my little cunt. she’ll never fuck anyone again without permission.”

Judy went to the other room and got the locks that Sue had picked out in the mall. She showed each of them to Sue, asking, “Do you like this on or maybe this one?”

Sue just shook her head and cried. They were serious about locking up her pussy. She now wished she hadn’t fucked Allen, that white police officer. And what was she going to tell him when
they went to lunch again? The captain picked out one nice lock and showed it to Sue. He said, “Now, cunt, you are mine and only mine. Once I put this on you, you’ll never take a cock in my cunt again, will you?”

He reached down between her legs and played with the rings. “Do you think one lock will do?” he asked. “We can put it through all four rings and she’ll have the lock right in the middle of her hole. I think that will look cute.”

Then he started feeding the loop of the lock through the rings. Sue felt it going through the rings, knowing she would never be free again. Why didn’t she just go back to China instead of agreeing to this torture?

Sue dreaded the fact that her cunt would now be locked and the only one that could free her would be the captain, unless she went to someone to get it cut off. But that meant more humiliation for her, exposing her pussy to a stranger and having to explain how her cunt got locked up. She knew that once it CLICKED shut, she would never be free. Her thoughts were interrupted by the captain when he said, “OK, my little asian slut, it is now time to lock you up. I want you to repeat after me.” She mumbled something that he didn’t understand, so he removed the panties from her mouth, and asked, “Do you understand?”

“Yyyyeesssss, Sir,” she cried out the reply.

“Good, now this is what you’ll say,” the captain ordered. “i am a chink slut, owned by my
White Master Ron, and to prove it, my cunt is locked and only my White Master can open it.”

she tried to say it just like him, but the words wouldn’t come out, so he said, “OK, let’s try it again.”

As he said the words again slowly, she repeated after him. He was laughing by the time he finished and just as she had said the last phrase, a very loud “CLICK” could be heard by the three people with her. Sue heard it and broke out in tears, knowing she would never be free again.


Once her pussy was locked up, they left her lying on the table, alone, naked and scared. The captain said, “Well, Stephanie, I do hope you enjoyed doing this for us. Anything else we can do for you before you leave?”

Stephanie just looked at the captain for a few moments, and then replied, “Working on that little asian cunt made me horny. Never been fucked by a white police captain, you know us asian girls. We all love big white cocks.” she continued, with a grin on her face. This made the captain smile, and he responded, “Ok, let’s go!” They left Sue alone while all three of them went to the big bedroom.


Once they finished, they lay together for a moment and then the captain got up, allowing Stephanie to move. Judy said, “Wow, never thought I would enjoy seeing you fuck someone else, but that was only a chink. I am your true love, right Ron? Anyway, let’s get susie to clean you both up now.”

Laughing, they went back into the living room to where Sue lay on the cold table. The captain put his cock to her mouth and said, “susie slut, I just finished fucking that other asian whore Stephanie and you are going to lick both of us clean. Now get busy.”

Sue had no other option at this time, since she was still tied to the table, so she began to suck on the captain’s cock, cleaning all the cum and cunt juice from it. He was beginning to get hard again from her sucking and his shaft started going into her throat. But he didn’t want to cum in her mouth. Instead, he would take Judy into the bedroom and fuck her. He pulled out and smiled at
the bound Chinese slut. Then he helped Stephanie up on the table and positioned her over Sue’s face. Sue looked straight up into her cunt and saw the first few drops of his cum appear at the opening and dribble out onto her lips. Stephanie squatted down, covering Sue’s face with her freshly fucked pussy. Once she was all the way down, the captain said, “OK, now, she isn’t getting off until all my cum has been sucked out of her and you make her cum. So, start sucking, bitch!”

Sue wanted this to end so she started on Stephanie’s cunt. Licking and sucking, she tasted the mixed juices from them both. His cum mixed with her pussy juice.


Stephanie cautiously got up from Sue’s mouth and Judy helped her off the table. Then Stephanie dressed and left. The captain said, “OK, cunt, we are going to bed now and will see you in the morning. Don’t go anywhere.” They both laughed and left the room, turning off the light as they left.

Sue lay there on the hard table, aching from being kept in one position all this time. Her cunt lips were sore from the piercing, and she wanted to cum so bad. She couldn’t figure out why she got so wet, hot and horny when they abused her, but it happened every time. Finally, Sue fell asleep listening to the two white lovers fucking in what used to be her bed.

Author: jennifer suzuki

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. A family dog Growing up, I always felt lonely. My family dog was my only companion. He was a slightly larger than a medium sized dog, with grey and dark fur, and a nozzle that resembled a wolf. He was so cute, so adorable, and he was my only friend. I often played with him in my desperate attempts to communicate with another living being, like Madame Bovary sitting by her fire place in a melancholic longing for escape. I want out!, out of this nonchalant prison of thoughts, out of this cruel alienated society, out of these mind forged manacles whose clanking I hear like looming madness; the marks of domestication on their faces, marks of psychological slavery, marks of intellectual death; they are mere automatons, inanimate objects, so lifeless like straw men, hollow men, stuffed men. I can't bare to look at those miserable beings' faces. In a domesticated dog I see more humanity than the entire humanity. If only my family dog can take me away! And I will elope with him to a happy place, where there is no more sorrow, no more dread, no more cold metallic prison walls of the mind. My family dog was my only friend, and he was my only confidante. To him I entrusted all my deepest secrets. Sometimes I wished I was a dog: no more worries, no more sadness, no more consciousness, no more thoughts, just the need to satisfy my most basic instincts, lying by my owner's feet, worshiping him and completely dependent on him. Sometimes I wish I could have another dog just like the family dog I used to have in Japan. And he will be my husband. I will belong to him. I will be his bitch. I will obey him, crawl under his belly, gently caress his furs with my soft hands, and please him like I would please my husband. And he will be my beast and I will be his beauty. Albeit he will be a gentle beast, always so obedient to me, and yet always so much more aggressive, and animalistic; he will protect me from harm, with his sharp fangs and naturally endowed muscles for chasing down his prey; and yet he will honor me and obey me like a lover would. He will never be jealous, never be angry, as long as he is fed and watered. He will be my best friend.

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