breeding asian slave race

In the lands of conquered Asia, all children must be collectively educated, trained and disciplined in the School of White Worship, where every little asian boy will be raised as a shemale, becoming perfectly adjusted to the laws of this enlightened society through female hormone therapy, sometimes if necessary, sex reassignment surgery, or castration–both chemical and surgical–and forced sterilization. Some will be completely castrated and live the rest of their lives happily as sterile females, and some will be forced to live their lives with their useless vestigial penises permanently locked in chastity belts, unable to derive any sexual pleasure other than by being anally penetrated.
Unlike the boys who must be severely disciplined to accept their roles as slaves, Asian girls are much more biologically inclined, naturally predisposed, to be slaves. The girls will be advanced to more training on how to pleasure White Men, being taught a combination of ancient Asian lovemaking techniques and advanced western practices. Some, of course, will still need lots of disciplining to completely break their will to rebel against the authority of White God. Corporal punishment such as caning, spanking, and other forms of torture are routinely administered in the School of White Worship.
The grand masters overseeing this new education system are all Japanese, since Japanese are one of the earliest Asian people to become enslaved by White God and who have perfected their art in worshipping and supplicating before the great white gods, and they are especially cruel to other Asians, which pleased White God, for White God is benevolent, and He left the nasty task of discipline to the cruel Asians themselves.
Once the Asian girls reach maturity, they will be sent off to serve the white warriors, white nobles and Aryan kings, as concubines and sex slaves, and to be joyfully impregnated with superior white seeds. Asian boys will be sent off to work as indentured servants, where they perform such womanly tasks as cooking, doing laundry and house cleaning. The luckiest ones will serve as eunuchs in the houses of white soldiers. A new generation of beautiful eurasian children are born through the wombs of submissive asian women. The daughters will be combinations of the beauty of white females, and the submissiveness of asian females; the boys will be castrated and serve as enunchs in the palace of White God. Though eurasian boys are still eunuchs, they will be superior eunuchs to full asians.

Those Asian girls that are not impregnated can make an earning for their white owners by becoming prostitutes, or, if they misbehave, sold to other colonies under the jurisdiction of White God. And when those Eurasian granddaughters of white gods grow to maturity, they will be impregnated again, and now they are three quarters white, only one quarter Asian. The inferior asian genes will have almost completely being bred out of them, but a lingering sense of shame still haunt their conscience, as they realize they are still very much inferior to full-whites, and they will still be forced to live their lives as concubines and sex slaves, in the shadows of pure-blooded white conquerors. On the one hand, they will be beautiful like white girls, and therefore much more pleasing to the aesthetic standards of white gods, but, on the other hand, everyone still knows their blood is tainted by inferior asian genes, so they are still only worthy to be slaves, no matter how beautiful they are. Only pure white women can become the wives of white gods.

An entire generation of white girls will be born through the wombs of asian women; they will be uncanny in their white appearance, and yet without souls, and they will be raised as sex slaves just like their asian mothers and they will become a perfect race of sex slaves to satisfy the sexual needs of every white god.
The Asian boys, however, will be forever denied of a lineage and will die off eventually as an inferior race that is not meant to be passed on, as evolution dictates, the weak shall perish from the earth.

And the White God shall reign eternally, forever and ever, in the Kingdom of White God.

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.

4 thoughts on “breeding asian slave race”

  1. Dear inferiorasian,
    I would like to thank you for your extremely carefully written novels. Not just that you design masterfully the story layout, but all details as well. You have a strong ability to convey the specific mindset of your characters. Your production is a hidden jewel of internet erotica and you should envision to publish your wonderful material on paper.
    Needless to say, the particular sexual situations, the total submission of Sue, the young asian sex toy of your story all fit particularly well into my own habits and tastes.
    Wishing you the very best, and kind regards,
    Daniel
    ps. FYI I’m a french reader living in Paris.

    1. Dear Inferiorasian,
      I smuggled things from Thailand long ago and turned them into gold in the West.
      I was motivated to take those risks not primarily because of the money (I love money) but because it meant I could return quickly to Asia and ravish Oriental delicacy as a god.
      Thus, I speak with experience from the other side of the coin- as your idealised white male whom has travelled the length and breadth of Asia and the seven seas.
      Don’t be thinking I am sort of underling- private schooling, finest university, 2 post graduate degrees in Law and Commerce, upright and vigorous. My family has always been wealthy as it is today. My dimples and gun grey eyes cut me apart as unusually handsome (not now so much but in my younger days). I earn the income of a highly experienced and specialised professional.
      I would never marry a white woman. Industrial in size, smelly, the natural enemy of the white male, greedy, spoilt, fat, red hair and freckles, grace of a horse,big feet, ideologically indoctrinated, unappreciative, exploitative, unfaithful and cunning.
      Whereas, in my opinion, the Eastern Oriental female is exquisitely perfumed (just naturally so), born to a natural elegance and grace. And my dear, as we all know, that apart from some Jew tribe (Ashkinazy or something), have the highest IQ of all races.
      I want to declare, just briefly, in case you might think I am some undercover Marxist, that I am most definitely a racist.
      I leave the Asian men to defend themselves (except for a rider later that will interest you).
      Again, I turn my focus to the superior honey skinned, almond eyed, superb skeletal structure and electric sensuality of the Oriental female.
      Just for starters, they adore Western men and are highly libidinous (as opposed to Western psychical anaesthetics). Oriental sensuality has been known for millennia in the West.
      The dead-cold Protestant Wowser influence of Victorian England under the virgin Queen is still highly pervasive in the Western tradition. I suspect you know naught about that.
      Now, I know you are trying to get a read on me and that you suspect that I am just another self loathing Leftie from the West.
      So let me set you straight. There ain’t nothing as deadly or brilliant as a white male (not all). There is no god but there are gods. We are the gods. But when it comes to the female – the Oriental female is sublime and superior to all other races in terms of intelligence, skeletal elegance and demur coquettishness (or sexiness). I love my mother but the courage of the female Viet Minh (for example) means that that they (the Oriental female) match the white male in honour, courage and valour.
      You guess correctly my dear, I have 3 Asian sons and one Oriental daughter to 3 different Oriental women. Only 2 of those sons are grown men (they both stand at 6 feet with muscle and their brain chemistry atops the colours generated from both the Northern and Southern aurora’s). Eurasian eunuchs or gelds as you call them. (I also have 2 Western sons to 2 different Western mothers.)
      Let me give you the mail. They (those 2 adult Eurasian sons) are not interested in fat, smelly white red heads. Ok, that is definitely a bit rich, but covers a lot of ground nevertheless. Aggressive attitude, Labrador yellow hair, heavy graceless bones. They, to a man (the femmofascists I mean), subscribe and espouse gender equality principles (fundamentally non-sexy at heart).
      Frankly, a bit dumb and not intellectually inquisitive. Sipping tea in the front garden discussing women’s emancipation.
      And so, I am able to report to you 1st hand empirical evidence, these ‘gelds’ as you describe them, are not trying to ascend a ladder of status (gained by winning WW2 and much much more) to marry white women, as you so contend (with venom). These hybrids (Eurasian men and women) will dominate the world my dear, not as slaves, but because they are made from the very finest the planet Earth has ever witnessed. White male : Oriental female.
      Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

  2. Wow! that was quite the read! I am a 18yo white boy that would like to be taken into slavery…it’s wild to imagine being displayed an sold, not knowing where I might end up!

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