This is the story of a beautiful Asian whore who was arrested for prostitution, and in order to avoid jail and deportation, she agreed to become an American cop’s sex slave for 180 days, doing everything he demands.
“Now that we have the little things taken care of, I want you to strip for me!” said the captain, the officer in charge of precinct 117 police station, a burly, muscular white man in his fifties.
“I will not!” yelled Sue, in her crisp voice with a thick Chinese accent, a newly arrested Asian prostitute, about 5 feet 1, petite, slim, with long silky black hair, and a porcelain-white face.
“If you don’t do it, cunt, you are gone! You will be either sent to jail or sent back to China in no time. Now, strip bitch!” yelled the captain. “And don’t ever tell me you won’t again.”
Sue thought for a moment, then stood up and started removing her clothes. She figured that he had already seen her naked—when she was arrested, giving a nude massage to a customer and agreeing to suck his cock—so what could be worse? “Give the white devil a thrill and then all this will be over. I won’t be in jail or, worse, sent back to China,” Sue thought to herself.
She began undoing her black garter belt and felt a shiver run up her spine. She continued to remove her deep blue skirt, and soon was standing in front of the captain with just her white panties and bra on.
“All the way you little asian whore. Take it all off.” She wasn’t doing it nearly as fast as she could, the captain felt, and he made sure she knew that.
She unhooked her bra, removed it and her little tits showed quite nicely now. She tried to cover her tits, but knew if she did he would be pissed, so she just laid the bra down on her skirt and started to pull her panties, but he stopped her. “Wait for a minute,” he said. “Pick up your bra and throw it in the trash can. Then, when you get those panties off, put them in there too.”
She hated this police captain now, but she did as she was told. Picking up her bra, she walked over to his desk and threw the bra in the trash can. Then she pulled her panties down her hips, to her knees and then let them slide down to her feet. She stepped out of them and bent over to pick them up. She put them in the trash can with her bra, and then stood before her captain, naked with her hands over her cunt.
“Move your hands away from that fuck hole, chink!” he ordered. “Just put them on top of your head and turn around so I can see all of you.”
Sue did what she was told to do. Maybe he would just make her strip for him once in awhile. Maybe a quick fuck in his office. Probably not much else, and she didn’t mind a good fuck once in awhile. After all, she had learned to fuck from an early age when she was supposed to be working at a video store. At least, that’s what her parents thought. Instead, she has been out selling her young asian body to make money to support them. Fucking and sucking big white cocks wasn’t something new to her.
The captain got up from his desk to walk around her. He touched her all over and made little comments about his new Asian whore’s body. “The cunt hair has to go. The tits are quite small, but will be OK for now. The ass is quite nice. Full, firm, and well rounded. Yes, cunt, I’ll have a good time with this little body.”
Sue still didn’t know what else she would have to do for him. She just hoped he would only fuck her a few times and then she could get her case disposed so she could go back to a normal life. After all, Sue did not want to be a prostitute. She wanted to be a normal, chaste Asian woman, just like every other Asian girl, but poverty and the need for money got better hold of her. And this detective, who turned out to be the captain of the police force, offered her a chance; he offered her to be his little asian sex slave for six months and in return to have her record cleaned. She would never see the inside of a jail and would never have any criminal record. All she had to do was to be an informant, to work with the police, all the while serving the captain personally as his sex slave. “OK, my little asian cunt,” he said, “On your knees and suck my cock. Then, we will get into the other details.”
Thinking this wouldn’t be too bad, she dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants and pulled his hard white cock out. It was quite big, she thought, much bigger than any asian cock she has seen. She had some problems getting it in her little mouth, but finally managed to get most of it in. She sucked him off and he shot his load into her mouth. She never liked swallowing cum, not even when she was with her customers, but she had no choice now, since he wouldn’t allow her to pull her mouth off his cock. So, she swallowed all of it. Then as he pulled out, putting away his cock and zipping up his pants, he said, “Now, slut, I said the cunt hair has to go. When you go home tonight, be sure to shave it all off. I’ll inspect it tomorrow. If it isn’t bald and smooth, you’ll get an ass whipping. Understand?”
Wanting to get out of there, she quickly replied, “Yes sir.”
“OK, whore, now get dressed, without the bra and panties. From now on, you won’t wear them at all. Then, you are to go home and shave your cunt. Don’t go any place else. Tomorrow morning, you’ll wear the shortest skirt you have and report back to the station. You will be staying around as my personal assistant. I will call you back in here in the morning for your inspection.” Then, he went to the door, unlocked it and walked out, leaving the door open.
Sue quickly got to the door and closed it. Then she dressed and left the police station. All the way home, she was crying and wondered what she had gotten herself into. Maybe she would have been better off getting sent back to China.
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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Interesting comments. I learned a lot about the task of the different races in human evolution and their characteristics by reading Rudolf Steiner’s book “The Mission of the Folk Souls”. West and East will merge. There lies the future of human evolution. Perhaps the attraction between western men (yang) and eastern women (yin) is just the physical aspect of a more spiritual trend, felt on a subconscious level.
Celeste Ng is that you!”? Maybe Amy Tan?
This is some of the sexiest most racist shit I’ve ever seen in my life. Look at how these stories were fabricated by depressed unattractive white guys who were jealous of some asian girl and guy in their class going to Harvard while they stayed in white trash land. I guess when the only ass you can get is your sister, its human nature to hate the minority. But fuck, this is some perverted messed up shit. China was the world’s greatest civilization technologically for most of world history until the 13th century. It suffered from isolationism while europeans were desperate for natural resources and invented race fairy tales to justify the horrible shit they did to black people. You faggots make me sick.