Month: January 2023

Confession of Inferior Asian Male Series

Prologue:

While this website is and will always be committed to the discussion of and pontification on the social and sexual dynamics between superior white males and inferior Asian females, I cannot help but notice the trend of Asian males creeping into our discussion, and, despite of my willful and intentional ignoring their presence for a significant period of my observation, their growing presence is felt across all spectrum and their approval, while not needed, is still appreciated. Initially most of what I have observed from those inferior Asian males consist mainly of hatred, anger, frustration, and jealousy, over time, it seems, those feelings have morphed into acceptance, and even eager embrace.

The inferiority of the Asian race is not expressed through their females alone, but is significantly amplified by their inferior males, who are unable to compete with superior white males in mating and who are therefore sexually eliminated. The weakness, cowardice, lack of confidence, self-pity, and general submissiveness of the inferior Asian male is not just a turn-off to any self-respecting female; it’s out-right disgusting.

That said, I decided to venture to post some of what I have received via fan mail, to showcase to all the superior white men just exactly how truly, and categorically, pathetic most Asian males really are, and perhaps this will even foster more understanding among the befuddled as to why Asian females overwhelmingly prefer non-Asian men as mating partners.

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Confessions of Inferior Asian Male #1

Hi, I’m an Asian guy. This is the first time I’m admitting this. I used to hate White man/Asian girl couples. It started as an annoyance but after seeing so many of them, I began having strong feelings of anger, worthlessness and defeat, especially after my girlfriend cheated on me and dumped me for a White guy. After many years, however, I have learned to accept that as a smaller, weaker chink, I cannot compete with White men. It even turns me on when I admit this.

Confessions of Inferior Asian Male #2

I’m an inferior gook boy living with a superior white man as a housemate. He has a hot gook girlfriend. Since our rooms are next to each other, I often hear them fucking at night which turns me on so much. I end up jerking off my tiny cock all night long listening to her moan in pleasure to his big white cock. As always my inferior gook seeds end up in trash bin and his superior white seeds end up inside a real pussy (granted inside of a racially inferior gook). Natural selection at its finest?

Confessions of Inferior Asian Male #3

Currently, as I’m writing this post, my little rice dick is hard as a diamond. I love WMAF (white male-Asian female) porn so much, it’s not even funny. I legitimately cum so much and so hard every time I watch an Asian girl take on a BWC. It also doesn’t take much long, it’s like my balls fill up so fast and are ready to explode in an instant. The absolute pleasure in their eyes as they let white men have their ways with them makes me so horny. I love race-play dialogue as well; being belittled for having a clit of a dick and, in a sense, being treated almost like an Asian girl makes me feel some type of way. WMAF makes me feel so submissive and I love how good it makes my body feel when watching it.

Confessions of Inferior Asian Male #4

It all started when I found out my girlfriend from high school had been cheating on me. … My girlfriend and I were both Chinese. We went to the same high school. We were both in the top percentile of our class. We pretty much were in all the same advanced or honor classes. After high school, we both went to top universities in different cities in America but we still met with each other every night on skype for almost 1.5 years.

The nightmare started when I visited her in the summer. She was out attending a group study and I waited for her in her dorm. Then, when I tried to use her birthday as password to login her laptop. In a folder with the name “my love”, I found something extremely shocking.

She was videotaped and, in the video, she was wearing silk pantyhose and high heel sandals. She was sucking a white guy’s cock! Later, that white cock was pushed and squeezed in her vagina and pushed back and forth! The video lasted almost 15 min. until the white guy cums his sperm inside her body completely! I was so angry, shocked, powerless and helpless …

Later, she dumped me and dated the white guy who was her classmate. Further later, she was dumped by that white guy. She continued to date several more white guys until she married a white guy.

Until now, I never really have had sex with a woman. I have never had another girlfriend. I have been masturbating everyday for the last ten years and I only masturbate to WMAF porn. Due to my addiction to masturbation, I developed erectile dysfunction. Whenever I see an attractive Asian girl, I can only imagine her being with a white guy. I do not feel good.

Conversation of Two Inferior Asian Males #5

Inferior Asian male number 1: I was talking to some friends (two white guys) at a bar and the topic of porn came up. Basically I had to say who my favorite porn stars were, and I started to get red because I thought this was their round-about way to make me admit that I’m addicted to WMAF (white male Asian female) porn. So I said “Vina Skye, Lulu Chu and a bunch of amateurs mostly”… These two white guys instantly knew what kind of porn those women do, and they figured out that WMAF was my favorite genre. I was so scared that they would ask me which amateurs I liked because those Asian girls all did white guys. Thankfully they just moved on and that was all I said on the topic.

Inferior Asian male number 2: To be honest white guys just see WMAF porn as normal Asian porn and won’t think twice about it. They never watch AMAF (Asian male Asian female) porn and therefore that wouldn’t cross their mind. I doubt they would’ve cared.

Inferior Asian male number 1: That in itself is kinda amazing too though, because it means they feel “entitled” to AF (Asian female) so much that it’s just normal.

A superior white man: It’s less that and more that this just doesn’t rise to most of our attention. Like I’ve fucked a lot of Asian girls, and it’s through them I discovered this. So unless your dude cruises kinky porn stuff or have had Asian girls who brought it up they probably don’t think about it.

Confessions of Inferior Asian Male #6

I am an enlightened east Asian male. I fully embrace my sexual and racial inferiority to the superior white race. I know my short scrawny stature, puny limbs, and tiny boiclit is no match for god-like White Men. Even in my younger days when I masturbated, to the images of girls I liked in school, I often fantasized them being fucked by bigger, taller and stronger White guys in my class, and I imagined myself to be one of those girls that I desired. For me, that was so natural I never even had second thoughts. In retrospect, even back then I naturally desired to be feminzed, to be fucked by the stronger White alpha males. Today I love watching White male/Asian female couples. It’s a turn-on to know that those Asian girls are being fucked by White men in ways an Asian boy like me never could, being touched deep inside their bodies. I also love the fact those Asian girls are naturally craving the seeds of superior White men over weak and inferior Asian seeds.

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Epilogue: If you are an inferior Asian male who would like to express support for superior white males and inferior Asian females, please do feel free to comment.

After US-Japan Alliance defeats China in World War III … Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Chinese Female Slave Profile

Profile #134431 Vanessa Meng

Re-education Camp leasing unit

SLAVE FOR SHORT/LONG TERM LEASE

CHONGQING FEMALE – EXCEPTIONAL BREAST/NIPPLE SIZE

SUITABLE FOR HARD PHYSICAL LABOR – SEXUAL SERVICE

GENERAL INFORMATION

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This 32-year-old Chinese female is available for both short term and long term lease. She has been fully trained for hard labor under the most rigorous conditions of heat and cold.

She first entered the re-education camp at the age of 24, and was initially placed in the punishment section, serving terms for spreading anti-white and anti-Japanese propaganda. Her first escape attempt earned her an extra 10 years, and her second after that earned her a life sentence in our re-education camp.

She was then transferred and trained at the Bitch Breaker Cell (CBC). It included heavy physical conditioning as well as full sexual training for brothel and large troop service. Strict and severe punishments were administered during training. After her training at CBC she was transferred to a high security labor camp where she did forced labor outdoors. After that she was sent to the special army barracks for sexual service.

She is available for hard physical labor under extreme conditions of heat and cold as well as sexual slavery.

REQUIRES CLOSE SUPERVISION! REQUIRES STRICT, SEVERE PUNISHMENTS TO REMAIN UNDER CONTROL!

She is not docile but very intelligent.

Learns quickly! A PREMIUM service slave for those that can control her.

Special Note: she has made two escape attempts. One at three months of her term and another after a year. Both where dealt with severely.

PHYSICAL CONDITION

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Sex: female

Race: Chink

Height: 5’7″

Weight: 125lbs

Eyes: brown

Hair: black

Brands/Tattoos: none

Scars: whipping marks on back, inner thighs, breasts, buttocks, and legs

Figure: 44E,28,38

Features: round face, large eyes

Mouth: full lips, able to take 2″ ball gag fully between teeth, as well as penis gags and harness bits.

Labia: thick, protruding, inner lips visible, will open when legs spread, clitoris visible. Prominent pubic mound (shaved smooth).

Cunt: able to handle 8″ x 2 1/2″ dildos, if lubricated

Breasts: very large, set high on chest, narrow slightly at the top, filling out to hang full, firm and very heavy. More than ample for a regular harness. Multi-strap basket style discipline harness, cinched tight must be seen! Also, display nicely when wide straps used around base, however they do bounce painfully if she is worked or forced to run. They must be strapped down for running. Could be forced to lactate for additional fee.

Nipples: thick, half inch when stiff, dark brown color, pierced for rings, very sensitive. Thick enough to take large heavy gauge rings. Some nipple training has been done,. She will stretch to three quarters of an inch.

Legs: long, slim, very strong, large muscular thighs.

Butt: firm, ample, high pear shaped cheeks, anus visible when legs spread wide. Labia visible from back when legs spread.

Anus: able to take 6″x2″ anal plug.

Hair: pubes shaved. No body hair. Head can be shaved at extra cost.

PHYSICAL FITNESS

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Fitness: very fit, well toned, nicely muscled back and arms, lower ribs visible when suspended. Has been trained for hard physical labor under extreme conditions.

TRAINING

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Condition: she can run four times a week for ten miles, behind a jeep, breasts bound tightly to prevent injury; always runs naked.

Labor: Outdoor, in heat—she is able to perform hard labor in 105 degree heat under full sun up to 18 hours per day; has been worked for 48 hours with no sleep; can carry up to 90 lbs. on back, pull 250-LB cart. In cold—she is able to do hard labor in 45 degree weather up to 7 hours, nude.

Carrying loads: she is able to carry 90lb backpack for 10 hours, needs special pack as straps cut into her large breasts. Female as been used in forced marches of 5 days duration, 12 hours per day with a 95 LB load on back (in heavy boots, long pants, bare to the waist, wrists chained to back of neck collar. Required a

discipline whipping (breasts, 30 lashes) the first day, no problems after that.

Indoor: she has been worked up to 20 hours at heavy physical labor for 5 days, use of whip required to keep her on task.

Sexual: all her openings well trained. Highly orgasmic! (she is specially responsive to pain) Not bi-sexual but will service other women when forced (she hates this!)

Excellent oral abilities, will swallow all cum.

Breasts large enough for her to suckle. She does not like to do this in the presence of others, nor does she like to have her labia spread. She does enjoy seeing other slaves disciplined. Must be forced to masturbate in front of others, trained to use dildos (vaginal, anal).

Sexual Endurance: she has been able to endure 86 vaginal penetrations, 42 anal, and 78 oral for over 18 hours. The oral required the application of discipline clamps, one on each side of nipples to keep her sucking with vigor. She has endured 2 weeks as a sex slave in military camp. See guards report below.

Enema: she is able to take and hold two quarts, up to 6 hours if plugged, can be worked hard while holding, as a punishment. Longest, 16hrs, with two and one half quarts, plugged.

Spirit: she is difficult to control at times and requires chains and aggressive discipline measures.

Humiliation: very humiliated when displayed in public, but she does become wet when

forced to bare her breasts or strip naked.

DISCIPLINE

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She has high tolerance for pain, requires strict discipline; should be kept tightly chained at night; masturbates nightly if not restrained.

Whip: she is able to endured harsh breast and spread leg whippings; very, very vocal under punishment, screams, begs and cries under whippings, will orgasm; will howl under pain punishment. Her nipples are very sensitive. She can endure the whip directly across bare nipples, but must be tightly restrained, or else will thrash about violently. Use bit-gag.

Piercing: (nipples) she has been nipple-pierced, comes with studs inserted. Her nipples are very thick and one half inch long; they are able to take thick heavy rings. She has been worked with 16 ounce weights in the fields.

Piercing: (clit) she is pierced at the base of her clit; is able to take 5 ounces weights and keep working. Although she tends to cum with this type of stimulation.

No labia piercing.

Clamps: has worked in nipple clamps, with weights up to 5 ounces. Punishment needle clamps have been used.

Clit and labia clamps have also been used. Can be worked with labia clamps secured to thin chain around waist keeping her open.

Harness: breast harness, with tack strips has been used for control during field labor as well as leather covered steel mouth bit.

Confinement: up to 8 weeks in strict restrains with heavy whippings, when necessary. She has spent up to seven days in the ‘hole’ (see below).

Solitary Confinement: up to five days, strictly chained; being chained on her belly is difficult for her to tolerate due to her large breasts; in solitary she was always chained on her belly, with nipple and clitoral chains added; up to 3 days in full leather hood, penis gagged; will suck with hood on, under threat of punishment.

Encasement: full rubber encasement including head for up to 5 days used for punishment, with insertion of large anal, vaginal, oral plugs.

Enema: she has been suspended, plugged and whipped for up to eight hours on tip toe with enema held in by butt plug; sweats profusely.

Suspension: by wrists, up to 24 hours; inverted 10 hours.

Humiliation: she is easy to humiliate, for example: public display, others present at punishments, when worked naked with other clothed slaves, also when clothed and forced to bare breasts or cunt.

Sexual Skills

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She is exceptional at oral sex, must be forced to lick anal area. Trained in massage techniques. Responds very vigorously to hard vaginal penetration, an exceptionally responsive lover even when under punishment. Very vocal. But must be urged to take anal penetration, under threat of discipline.

Social Skills

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She is quite beautiful when clothed and in makeup. If she is used at parties it must be in a secure area, such as a well-guarded estate, ankle chains suggested.

The penalties for mistakes must be made clear to her. Under these condition she makes an excellent hostess, as well as providing late evening entertainment. She has been trained as an exotic dancer, bartender, and waitress; also has been trained to masturbate when performing as dancer, but hates to do this.

Work History

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She has worked in a mine (5 weeks, 10hr days) in harness pulling oar carts, nude. Also used on carts on several plantations (three months/16hr days) in shorts, breasts bare. Factory work included unloading cargo (3 weeks/10hr days) trucks, clothed in thong and sleeveless shirt and shoveling coal in the furnace room (5 weeks/16hr days).

She was leased to a prison mill, hauling water buckets (6 weeks/10hr days). At a private club she danced (nude, masturbated on stage, and was whored (3 months/18 hr days).

On a prison water pumping station she worked the manual pumps (2 months/12hr days) in shorts and halter-top.

In the army barracks she provided sexual services (2 weeks total/24hr days) chained nude (see below).

On a river barge she worked in the engine room shoveling coal (5 weeks/12 hr days) nude in chains.

Routine Disciplines

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Urination at night while chained down on sleeping bench: 15 lashes (breasts)

Bowl Movement at night: 10 lashes (breasts), butt plug for 2 days

Failure to be wet in morning: 5 lashes (labia) dildo strapped in for 2 days

Failure to have stiff nipples in morning: 5 lashes on nipples, nipple clamps for 1 day.

Refusal to suck guard: ring gag one week, daily forced oral.

Looking at guard: full hood at night for one week

Talking back to guard: penis gag one week.

Failure to meet labor quota: additional hours added, punishment whippings, double chains added, removal of all clothing.

Bitch Breaker Cell (CBC) Training Camp A brief Overview

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CBC facilities include:

Spanish-villa style cell blocks fitted with iron doors

Punishment unit used for discipline

Outdoor cages walled in courtyards

Cells with isolation pits built into the floors

Surrounding forests and fields used for physical endurance training

Only the finest Chinese females are trained here. All must pass stringent physical to be admitted.

A typical day at CBC:

The Chinese female slave is awakened at dawn, fed breakfast in a large cell, bowls on the floor, wrists chained behind. Then, she is chained in a group of five and trotted to latrine, where they squat and relieve herself in front of guards. This is followed by standing in the courtyard for inspection. Daily body cavity searched are performed. She is then worked, watered and fed lunch in the fields. After 15 hours of work they stand in courtyard for inspection again. Then she is chained in a group of five and trotted to latrine and then fed dinner. After dinner she is taken to cell for sexual endurance training. Daily log of behavior will be used for administration of additional punishment before sleep.

After US-Japan Alliance defeats China in World War III … Chapter 2

Chapter 2 The State Brothel of Nanking

The sun was setting on the old China, after World War III, and the New China is constructed, under the benevolent guidance of Japan-America alliance.

Although prostitution was illegal under the Communist China, Chinese women always constituted the largest component in the sex-trading market around the globe, and under the new governance of Japan and America, Chinese women have finally been freed to do what they have always wished to do—prostitution.

The City of Nanjing, the city that had witnessed three large scale massacres in recent Chinese history (during the invasion of Mongols, the invasion of Manchus, the invasion of the “long haired” barbarians, otherwise known as Taiping rebellion), is not only known for providing comfort and entertainment for Japanese soldiers during world war II, but also, she has transformed herself after World War III, so that all conquerors—both Japanese and American—can enjoy all that she has to offer.

Red light districts have been constructed all across the New China, but, by scale and by its elaborate and intricate design, the Nanjing red light district takes the cake. It is estimated that nearly 30 million Chinese females of breeding age are employed in its state-owned brothels in the “Southern Eastern China”, clustered around Shanghai, Nanjing, Suzhou, Hangzhou, and Anhui. And nearly 5 million are in Nanjing alone.

Security cameras surround the Nanjing brothel district, its mega-billion dollar compound ensured no female escaped. Each Chinese prostitute working inside the brothels had a small coded sensor embedded under her skin, which could be used for detection in no more than ten feet away.

Built by the multi-billionaire Takamoto Trumpf, the “State brothel of Nanking” is known for its magnificent golden color and famous for its empyrean service. As soon as a guest arrives, a young Chinese woman dressed in skin-tight qipao and high heels would run up to the car and open the door for her guest. Meanwhile, the door attendants (ten Chinese females lined up at the gate) bowed obsequiously and stood at rigid attention, hands clasped behind their heads. Their breasts were bared in the open view and each one were wearing a set of nipple clamps as decorations.

The reddish glow of the setting the sun painted the eastern sky and the warm light from gas lamps bathed the yellow streets. Three Japanese men in business suits walked and talked: “Did you know the daughter of Huawei has been arrested and sentenced to four weekends of service here at the Nanking Brothel? I sure would like to use that chink bitch.”

“They are whoring her on the street, across the Shanghai Road. Let’s go check her out.”

As soon as they turned the corner one of them yelled: “There she is!” pointing to a slim, young Chinese woman, standing in front of a large stucco wall, and next to her were a dozen other Chinese females. They wore uniform skin-tight qipao and steel collars around their necks. The three Japanese men crowded around the lone female whose qipao was torn.

“Is your name Annabel Yao? Your father is the CEO of Huawei, correct?”

Annabel flushed with shame at being seen by people who knew her. One of the men said, “Well look here. Never thought you were the type, but it does make up for your little tits!”

Her face and chest grew even rosier as another said, “Let’s get a room for a few hours. I bet the precious daughter of Huawei will show us what she has learned.”

She nodded weakly, shifting from one foot to another, as a trickle of sweat dripped down between her small yellow breasts.

Behind the three Japanese men a tall, muscular white American man shouted, “This one only cost a bit more,” as he yanked on the collar of a slim Chinese female with a long pigtail. “You are ours for two days, bitch,” as he tore open her qipao revealing her large breasts.

“And we will take this one to the pain cell!”

Wide-eyed, she protested, “No, please. I’m here only for a week. I’m just a college student. I’m not ready for that.” She yelped as he slapped her left tit, leaving an enormous red hand print. Lifting her up over his shoulders, he carried her away like a trophy.

As the big white American man took his oriental whore to the pain cell, just a few meters away, another Chinese woman was trying to talk to someone inside a car pulled to the curb. Its window was rolled down and she placed her hands on top of the car and leaned forward. A hand reached out and groped her breasts through her qipao. She blushed as her hanging udders were roughly stroked and held like a piece of meat being weighted and judged. Then another hand came from the car. She lifted up the hem of her qipao revealing her bold pussy and the hand’s fingers moved up and down the slit.

“Please sir. I need to make my quota or else they will whip me again. I’m a half-price bitch. Let me serve you and your friends. I’m very good at sucking cocks. If I don’t meet my quota they will sentence me to a year in re-education camp.

“Let’s see it all,” a rough voice with a strong southern American accent came from within the car. She blushed but complied, pulling her qipao all the way to above her chest, revealing her naked body.

“Spread your legs and hold your pussy open.”

She spread her legs and using her thumbs and index fingers she splayed open her shaved labia. A few passers-by gathered around her to watch her and laughed and made fun of her in her public degradation.

A Japanese man holding a machine gun suddenly appeared from behind her, spoke to the driver in a few words. The window in the back rolled up as the Japanese man pushed the almost naked Chinese whore and commanded her to walk to a door. She walked with hands at the back of her head, elbows back, her qipao dressed still pulled over her chest.

Soon the Japanese man returned, with the Chinese whore “in tow”. Her qipao dress and high heels disappeared. In stead she was totally naked except for a set of ankle chains, her wrists were shackled to the back of her waist chain and a ball gag was inside her mouth. Two tight elastic bands encircled each tit, biting deep into her flesh. The bands forced her breasts to become bulging like cones.

The car trunk popped up. She was lifted up, placed on her belly and re-shackled in a hogtie.

Despite of the hogtie and gag, one could plainly see her shaking her head and hear her muffled pleas, “Noooo, noooo. …”

The truck lid slammed down and the small crowd of Japanese and American solders laughed, except for the Chinese whores still on display on the street. The Chinese whores knew there might be no return from a ride chained naked in the trunk of a stranger’s car.

Every Chinese “street whore” had to fill a daily quota. For most of them it took twelve to sixteen hours, but the plain-looking and older ones need to take longer, and they had to work harder to attract customers and they offered themselves to every opportunity. Many of those Chinese street whores used to be secretaries in big corporations, school teachers, daughters of powerful Chinese tycoons, bu in the new China, they are just common prostitutes, and they soon learned to hold their labia open to strange white-Japanese men, and say with blushing humiliation, in English: “My Chinese cunt is really tight. Please fuck me.”

The curious American soldier asked the Japanese man with the machine gun what happened, and he explained, “The Chinese bitch you just saw used to be an adjunct lecturer at University of Alabama. The men in the car were her former students. One of her former students, a native of Alabama enlisted and was awarded the purple heart during World War III and he pointedly came to Nanking just so he could find his former Chinese teacher. He has brought her contract out and arranged for her to come to work for him on his plantation.”

“Which plantation?”

“The plantation of gooks. On the border of Vietnam.”

“I’ve been to those plantations. The conditions there are way harsher than even the prisons here.”

“Yep, she had been sold in slavery.”

“Ah yes, this is the thrill of victory that every noble and ruthless higher race of men have anticipated.”

“Ah yes, and the agony of defeat belongs to those inferior chinks and their women.”

“Ah yes, their women is perhaps their greatest and only positive contribution to the preservation of the human race as a species.”

After US-Japan Alliance defeats China in World War III …

Chapter 1

Xi Mingze, the only child of General Secretary of the Chinese Communist Party Xi Jinping, was still asleep as the plane landed in the Beijing Airport, oblivious to the stares of the male paramilitary surrounding her. They could hardly miss her dyed-blonde hair, her skin-tight halter top and her seemingly painted-on short shorts that were so tight, that the fabric was riding up, prominently exposing her labia.

She had no inkling that she was on borrowed times. In fact, everything in China was on borrowed times.

Annabel Yao, the daughter of Ren Zhenfei, founder and CEO of Huawei, had been arrested on espionage charges and was now hanging by her wrists, naked, coated in her own sweat, urine and tears, inside a torture cell three levels below the main court complex, howling, screaming and begging for mercy under the whips and branding irons of her Japanese and American interrogators. Meng Wanzhou, the princess of Huawei, had been sold to the U.S. general Ulysses who ransacked and burned down Shanghai. Her tall, slim, buxom figure was now being displayed naked in his house as the 11th oriental trophy.

As Xi Mingze, the precious daughter of the Chinese emperor, educated at Harvard, dressed like a spoiled American slut, was still in a slumber; the rest of China had already been conquered and defeated, laying prostrate like a cheap prostitute.

As soon as the liberators of the US-Japanese alliance, the brave American and Japanese soldiers in shiny armor, enslaved the docile, submissive local Chinese population and forced the Communist Government to accept unequal treaties, as the Qing Dynasty had done 100 years ago; most of the Chinese men, weak, cowardly, and effeminate, fled into the mountains, leaving only their women behind.

But unlike their male counterparts, the Chinese females were able to endure extreme conditions. Naval officer Ford-Shimura describes the typical Chinese female slave in his journal:

“Nature has provided our conquest in this vast, ancient land with the most perfect beast of burden. The Chinese female is both capable of enduring horrendous living conditions and strenuous manual labor, often on the tiniest of rations. She is blessed with long, slender, and powerful legs, and a strong back that is developed to support her large breasts. Segregated into small groups with a lead bitch, they can be driven hard, once an example is set. Flogging the lead bitch is preferred. A hundred lashes with the braided whip while suspended by her wrists. In front of the others. Chinese females also seem very responsive to our Caucasian cocks, and are always eager to receive in more than one hole, which is a bonus for my men. I think God made those Chinese females with three holes just so they can serve superior white and Japanese men!”

Commander Jimmy-Sato describes a trip up the Yangtze river:

“It was not just a voyage of conquest, but a voyage of sexual humiliation for the enemy as well. We had twenty boats and we employed one hundred local Chinese females to pull on two chains at the head of each boat. A total of 2,000 Chinese females strained in this back-breaking labor from sun rise to sun set. They were totally naked, shackled at their ankles; their wrists bond behind their backs, and attached to the chains of the boat. The long whip of a task master burned into their bare buttocks and thighs at their slightest hesitation. By mid-morning their naked bodies glistened with sweat and were crisscrossed with red whip-marks. The moans and groans of mourning and labor echoed the river banks and the yelps of the taskmaster’s whip on bare female flesh melted with the sound of the splashing water. Generations of Chinese females must have been bred for such treatment, because, at the sight of our handsome white soldiers, those Chinese females were becoming horny and begging to have sex with our men!”

Unlike the American conquerors, who were flamboyant and extravagant, the Japanese conquerors had a penchant for a more private life style. They had brought captive Chinese female slaves and held them in secret compounds on remote plantations. The Japanese society was and still is very close knit and extremely conservative, and they enjoyed keeping a low profile.

Though the Chinese in general docile and eager to submit, there had been sporadic uprisings among the sheep-like Chinese populace, and those uprisings, universally instigated by rebellious young Chinese females, were just as quickly crushed as they started.

The rebellious Chinese females were arrested, imprisoned, sent to government sponsored brothels, or leased out to plantations for slave labor. Some were sold to “private” collectors, most of whom were wealthy Japanese men. There is no official estimate as yet on the number of young Chinese female rebels who were sold, though, given the population density of China, the number is easily over tens of thousands.

Due to the sheer number of Chinese females, and the dearth number of Japanese and American men available, polygamy is no longer looked down upon. It is not unheard of that a Chinese daughter would end up with her mother together becoming concubines to the same man.

New constitutions and new government were established after the overthrow of the Chinese Communist Party, and it is dictated that all Chinese females were properties. The fate of such a property is left to her master, and her master is either a man of American or Japanese heritage. Civila laws had been completely rewritten. For instance, domestic abuse laws had been completely discard. If a Chinese married to a American or Japanese master complained of domestic abuse, the Chinese female will always be found guilty and her master-husband dictates her sentencing. He will assume this role as long as she is alive.

Re-education Camps for Chinese females

Near the capital of Beijing, located 12 miles north, upon a narrow road were led to a high security base with multiple check points. Within the base, inside an underground bunker, Chinese females who had been resistant to this new world order were being re-educated. Constructed of concrete and iron bars, the cells in which the inmates live can reach as high as 90F and as low as -10F. A drain hole in the floor is the only toilet and it can be opened and closed only from a lever from the outside. The cells rules in here are simple: all Chinese female prisoners must always remained naked and chained.

Chaining meant wrists behind the back, attached to the wall or suspended from the ceiling.

In the morning during daily inspection, the small doors in front of the cells are opened and one can see only yellow-flesh-colored butt cheeks and chained ankles. In the center of the main cell is a wooden post, attached with a set of wrist shackles. Along the wall opposite are pegs with whips, straps, plugs, branding irons, and other cruel devices of torture. In the adjacent room is a bench with two upright posts. It is sometimes called the “fuck bench”, as the female prison can be chained with ass up or on her back with legs up and wide open. Her head strapped down to the other end is right around the waist area of a guard, who can “cock-train” the prisoner.

All Chinese female prisoners who were transported to such cells were shackled around their necks, wrists, waist, and ankles, the practice that once were only reserved for the most violent criminals. In addition to the usual chaining practice, the re-education camp added something extra: a thin tight leather strap that passes between the legs of the prisoner and pressed deep between her butt cheeks and labia, commonly referred as a “cunt strap”, which can hold vaginal and anal plugs. To amplify the humiliation of Chinese females to their maximum, a punishing “clit clip” was also used.

Contrary to popular misconception, there is a martial court located the first floor, three stories above those cells. A high security elevator is used to take prisoners directly to the courtroom above to appear in trials and hearings. And they must appear complete naked before the judge and whatever public that is present, with nothing else to cover themselves, other than their chains. And to ensure complete transparency, the press is always present and is always allowed to photograph, which adds to the shame and humiliation of their victims.

The New China

In the New China, conquered and subjugated by the American-Japanese alliance, all Chinese females can expect to be dealt with the most swift and harsh justice found nowhere else in the world. It is routine to have Chinese female drivers strip completely naked due to a minor traffic violation, step out of her car, and wait on the road side with her hands behind her head and legs spread wide, while the security forces check her papers and search her car. It doesn’t matter if she is the daughter of the former president of China, or the wife of the former CEO of a powerful Chinese corporation. All Chinese females are treated equal before the New Law.

And it is not uncommon that a minor traffic violation can lead her to the re-education camps three stories below the martial court outside of Beijing.

New Sweatshops

All corporations, multinational companies, and billion-dollar businesses that were once owned by Chinese nationals have been confiscated and handed over to the American and Japanese elites, and the Chinese females employed by those companies are turned over to the new owners for the rest of their lives. Many employers of those Chinese females established new rules that not only demanded exceeding long hours but full sexual service as well, with the threat that any sign of resistance would land those oriental flowers in the sunless re-education camps. CEO Jeff Ito, for instance, had his Chinese female employees spend their weekends in his mansion building an elaborate torture chamber of his own, and those female employees were fully aware that, after its completion, they themselves will be turned into its very first victims.

And when on the job, sexual humiliation is not only condoned; it is in fact the standard, as her dress and conduct are all strictly dictated by her boss. The Chinese female employees of Jeff Ito, for instance, always have a hard time sitting on Monday mornings due to the whip welts they earned on the weekends in his mansion.

As the airplane finally landed smoothly at the Beijing International Airport, Xi Mingze was escorted out and with swift efficiency she was cuffed and placed inside a military jeep.

“What is this all about? Don’t you know who I am?” She screamed, as she struggled against the cuffs on her wrists.

“You and your mother have been arrested on espionage charges.”

“What! I will call my father!”

“Your father had already fled the capital and is now in hide-out somewhere in Sichuan.” Sichuan is the most mountainous region of China and it is where all the Chinese males and the rogue government of China had fled. It is also the only part of China that is yet to be under the strict control of Japanese-American alliance.

She looked defiant but said nothing. The Japanese guard Ken James moved to her chest, leaned over and pulled up her top. Out popped her large firm breasts.

“Security policy,” he said as he grinned. “All Chinese females are transported bare to the waist.”

Xi Mingze blushed in shame.

Once the jeep arrived outside the high-walled security area of the re-education camp, she was lifted out of the jeep by her arms, un-cuffed, stripped completely naked, and re-shackled in ankle, waist, neck and wrist chains. Her arms were pulled together behind her back and trickles of sweat flowed down her spine. The guard grabbed her by the hair and ordered, “March, chink bitch!”

She did her best, as she was marched through the area and then she was forced on her knees and told not to move. Her eyes grew large at the sight of a Chinese woman hanging by her wrists from a horizontal beam, her feet dangling in mid-air. She was totally naked and was bathed in her own sweat. Standing next to her a guard branded a braided leather whip. Xi Mingze was shivering as she saw the whip connected to the bound woman’s quivering butt cheeks.

Adventures of a Shanghai Slut

I always enjoyed flirting with men at parties. And my husband always enjoyed watching me doing it. I sensed that he felt proud when he saw other men lavish envious attention on me. But the last party I went to didn’t turn out as I had planned.

For most of the night, it was no different than the dozens of other parties that my husband and I’ve been to. My top was cut too low and my jeans were too tight. Men were hanging around me, staring at my tits, occasionally brushing up against me as we walked. But as the party was winding down, a group of them were huddled around me, telling me dirty jokes, and making remarks to themselves about my tits. I was horny, happy, and looking forward to going home and fucking my husband. But the hornier I got, the more obvious my nipples became, and the men just seemed to be more emboldened. One of them reached out and pinched my nipples between his fingers. I tried to tell them to stop but I was frozen with shock and fear. Before I knew it another guy took his turn and squeezed my nipples. Then another. I just stood there and let them.

We were at a private party that was exclusively for western men and Asian women and this happened in the garage of the owner’s house. It was just me and six or seven expat men living in Shanghai. I wasn’t sure how many exactly. Two of them backed me up against the wall and I heard the sound of the roller doors being pulled down and I felt a hand between my legs. I looked up at the man’s face. I told myself that I needed to resist, and to tell him to stop, and all I actually did was opening my legs wider for him. It was as if my body was no longer listening to my command. There was a man on either side of me, and I put my arms around their shoulders for support. Then they lifted my top to reveal my tits while the other men rubbed me between the legs. The rest of the men just stood in front of us and watched.

… In that crowd I noticed one of them was my husband with his medium built shoulders, brown hair and grey eyes.

He smiled at the guy from Wales who was rubbing me between my legs and nodded as he unbuttoned my jeans and I felt his hairy fingers on my panties. As soon as he worked his fingers under the waistband and found my pussy, my head arched back and I dug my fingernails into the shoulders of the two American guys supporting me. I begged them to stop. I begged my husband to save me and take me home, but my pleading fell on deaf ears. They laughed at me and then, the two guys holding me up each grabbed one of my tits and lowered their mouths on my nipples. I grunted loudly as the first one, and then the second one, took my nipples between their teeth.

They now all moved closer and I heard a jumble of voices. “Cheap Chinese slut.” “Asian whore.” “She loves it.” “Who fucks her first?” And then, amid the sea of voices, I heard the familiar masculine sound in his British accent telling someone to “teach my Chinese wife a lesson. … stick a finger up her.”

I felt delirious, consumed by what I perceived to be betrayal by my own husband and what was about to happen to me. I felt the same fat, stubby, hairy finger slide inside me and then two other men pulled my jeans all the way down my ankles. I was panting hard. From their conversations I learned which man was British, which was American, and which was French.

The two Americans crouched beside me, one to my left and one to my right. They reached between my legs, and each grabbed one of my pussy lips between their fingers and thumbs, and gently pulled them apart, exposing my swollen clit. The men had all cheered as my panties were ripped off of me, and they cheered again as my clit was displayed for them. The entire garage echoed with the most disgusting and degrading comments about me.

That finger was still moving around inside me, and I felt I was going to cum. I heard my husband’s voice again, and I couldn’t speak. I had completely lost control over my body. And then I heard his voice up and close. “You get to pick,” he said. “You get to pick someone to fuck your pussy.” My knees buckled and gave away as he said it.

The thought of picking a random person from the crowd of the Free World to fuck me in front of so many other first-world men pushed me over the edge. I was panting and grunting and just as the first wave of my orgasm was about to break between my legs and inside of me, I felt the finger slide out of me and the two Americans let go of my pussy lips. This wasn’t happening. They can’t stop now. I thought to myself and looked around the garage in desperation, panting wildly as I did, my face just pleading for one of them to say “let the Asian slut cum,” but none of them did. My head slumped down in defeat and tears rolled down my cheeks.

My husband stroked my cheek and wiped away my tears. I whispered in a low moaning “please” but he ignored me. I sobbed as I felt the orgasm that had almost started to consume me recede.

The thought of begging a foreigner, a stranger, and very likely a western sexpat fucking his way in Shanghai to fuck me made my pussy drip, and I bowed my head in shame, imagining the comments those men would make if they saw what was happening between my legs. But they hadn’t noticed. They were busy talking and laughing about how big my Asian clit was.

I looked at the men standing in front of me. Some were tall. Some short. Some with blonde hair. Some with brown hair. Then I saw a man about six feet three, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and he was smiling and talking to a drop-dead gorgeous blonde girl, whom I assume is his girlfriend, most likely from East Europe. I had tried to flirt with him once at the very beginning of the party, but he had ignored me as if I weren’t there. He’s the type of man who wouldn’t take interest in Asian girls, I assumed, and I told my husband I wanted to do him.

“Why him?” The blonde woman next to him asked. My head spun around in the direction of her voice. She was standing near a side door and a cold chill ran down my spine as I saw the head lights of a passing car through the open door. Anyone driving by or walking past would have seen me, and I gasped frantically and screamed: “Shut the door!”

“Don’t tell me what to do, you fucking Shanghai whore.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered. I actually hated everything about the stuck-up blonde bitch, but I would have gotten down on my hands and knees and licked her feet if that’s what it took for her to forgive me. She had looked down her nose at me the moment we met, and now she had every right to. A car pulled up in front of the open door and then disappeared into the darkness as the driver turned off the head lights. “Why do you want the door shut, whore?” She knew she had won, and she was going to make me squirm.

“I’m sorry.” I desperately wanted the door shut, but all I could get out of my mouth was “I’m sorry.”

She looked at me with the same contempt that she had seen with me at least a dozen times throughout the night. I felt like she was the beautiful mistress of the mansion, and I was her lowly chamber maid, a cheap servant girl who had forgotten her place.

“It seems to me that you like an audience. I thought you would have thanked me, now that people can line up outside and watch you make a spectacle of yourself. Do you want me to shut the door again? You pathetic Chinese whore! Now you were asking my boyfriend to fuck you, weren’t you? He doesn’t like you. You’re too cheap, too easy. He likes women with a bit of class about them.” Her eyes moved down my body, and lingered between my legs.

My mind was racing as my head hung in shame and humiliation.

” Um sweetie … your pussy is dripping.”

“I’m sorry.” I cringed as I apologized once again.

“No you are not! Don’t lie to me you worthless Asian slut.”

The men had been silent as they watched her taking control of me. But now they were bursting out laughing and making the most vulgar and cruel comments about my pussy and how wet it was.

“And look at the size of your clit! No wonder you’re such a slut. You must get horny just walking down the street with a clit that big.” Her finger was just a few millimeters from my clit as she pointed it. If she had touched me there, I would have cummed all over her. She moved her finger up and down my clit, slowly, pretending to stroke it.

“I will tell you what we are going to do. She stared into my eyes as she spoke. “I will let my boyfriend fuck your worthless Chinese pussy.” I moaned loudly as she said it. “But first, I’m going to cum on your tongue.” I couldn’t take it anymore. I was cumming. I grunted and dug my fingers into the American men who were holding me. I threw my head back as my orgasm took hold of me. But as quickly as it had erupted inside me it faded away. Just a taste of the real pleasure that awaited me. I lifted my head towards the blonde woman, and I was thrusting myself against nothing but the cool night air. I tried to touch myself, but the Americans holding me wouldn’t let me. I begged her to touch me but she just laughed at me. I looked around the room in desperation, pleading for someone to help me, but no one did. I was almost hysterical, tears rolling down my cheeks. I whimpered once more as I slumped into the arms of the men holding me. My clit throbbed in frustration. I felt dizzy as I lifted my head again. I took control of my breathing and slowly the dizziness subdued into a hazy light-headed feeling.

“I will let my boyfriend fuck you, with the help of all these other men, but first, you will make me cum with your tongue.” I nodded a few times and bowed my head in shame. “And once I’m finished with you, you will suck off every man in this room, and you won’t waste a drop, do you understand? Okay, boys. The slut likes an audience, but I don’t. Wait outside.” She was the kind of woman who could get men to do anything for her. The men filed out the side door, my husband smiled at me as he left. I saw them standing near the door as the blonde alpha female closed it on them. They were hanging around like a pack of animals, ruled over by the queen, waiting to get their turn on the bottom bitch, the lowly bottom bitch in heat.

She motioned for me to get down on my knees and I did as I was told, my top still pulled up under my arms, my jeans still down around my ankles. She stood in front of me, my face only a few inches away from her crotch as she reached under her dress and slid her white lace panties down and then she lifted her expensive cream woolen dress and spread her legs. She wanted me to do it now, but I’d never done this with another woman before. I wanted her to enjoy me. I waned to make it as good for her as I could. I gently rested my hands on her thighs and parted her lips with my thumbs. She was wet and her clit was swollen. I licked it and she moaned softly. I flicked it with my tongue and she moaned again. I enjoyed the way her body reacted but she had lost patience with me and grabbed the back of my head and buried my face in between her legs. I looked up at her as I licked and sucked on her clit, but her eyes were shut. She wasn’t even looking at me. She was breathing heavily and rubbing herself against me as I licked her. Soon, she was thrusting herself against my mouth, panting and moaning as she came. When she finished, she turned her back to me as she pulled up her panties, and adjusted her dress before opening the door to let the men back in.

When my husband came back through the door she put her hand on his chest and whispered something to him, his grey eyes lit up—it was so strange seeing my husband talking to a white woman, it was a feeling that I could never get over, since I always assumed that my husband was a guy with yellow fever who could only date Asian girls. Then she put his hand on her ass and he looked at me and smiled and before I could say anything he left with the blonde woman. I felt a rage of jealousy but before I had time to worry about my husband, I was once again surrounded by a dozen horny western men. I had felt safe while my husband was here, but now, those men had me to themselves.

My legs were weak and shaking as the two Americans supporting me lowered me to my knees, at the feet of a French man I absolutely despised. My hands shook as I undid his belt and zipper, and he pushed them away. “Tre bien. Tres bien. Useless chinoise whore.” He said as he pulled his cock from his pants. I felt the blood drain from my face as I saw his cock for the first time. He laughed and I knew why. He was still soft. He had seen every part of my body, and he had watched me squirm like a bitch in heat, but he was still soft. I hadn’t even aroused him. It was the ultimate insult, and everybody knew it. My humiliation as a woman was complete.

My hands were still shaking as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. I guided it to my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. I felt it begin to swell in my mouth as I sucked on it. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head forward, making me swallow. It was hard now and he pulled it out of my mouth and told me to lick it. I licked along the shaft, then the balls. I tried to play with myself but the men holding me slapped my hand away. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me with that smug grin typical of western sexpat living in Shanghai. His cock throbbed in my mouth and I felt his cum squirting against the back of my throat and I kept my promise to the blonde woman. I didn’t waste a drop and swallowed it all.

Then another man stood before me, undid his pants like he was standing in front of a urinal and wiped out his cock. He shoved it in my mouth and before long my mouth was once again filled with cum.

One after the other they walked over to me with their cocks in their hands wanting their turn. They kept count as each one of them came inside my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could. The bitter and sour taste in my mouth made me want to throw up. The two men supporting me were still standing beside me and they haven’t had their turn. They told me to lie down and pointed to the dirtiest part of the floor and started jerking themselves off over me. Their cum squirted all over me, my tits, my hair. I was covered in cum, and some grease from the floor. “Ten. Eleven. Twelve … Anyone else want to use the Asian cum rag?” I heard them say. Then they dragged me to my feet, and once again backed up me up against the wall. I put my arms around them just I had done earlier. One of them shoved his fingers up me and started sliding in and out of my pussy. Once again two men pulled the lips of my pussy apart, just as before.

I looked at the man with blonde hair who was about to fuck my pussy and I felt my clit throbbing. He hesitated a moment, staring at my cum covered face and tits. “Please. Please. I did everything you wanted me to do.” I pleaded with him. I felt hands moving behind me and I realized a finger was working its way up my ass. I couldn’t help myself. I rode the finger until it was sliding in and out of my ass, in rhythm. I saw him unzipping his pants and curiously I observed his blonde pubes. Then I felt the tip of his penis touching my clit and I screamed out.

I don’t know how many times I cummed. The intensity of what happened to me was indescribable. I pleaded with them to stop. I wanted more, but I just couldn’t take anymore.

My pleading for them to stop fell on deaf ears as I felt the tip of his white cock pushing up against me and I gritted my teeth as I felt it stretching me open beyond what I had imagined was possible. It was filling me up completely and I tried hard to adjust my body to fit his size. It hurt like crazy, but it hurt good. I could feel his cock so far up inside me that it made me gasp for air like a dead fish on dry land. Then it was all inside me. He stood there for a moment as he enjoyed how good it felt. “Tres bien! Chinese pussy tres bien!” I think that was what he said and just realized he was French. Then he started to slide it out again, until it was about half way out and he thrusted it up inside me again. My head slumped to one side and I grunted like a pig being slaughtered. His big cock was tearing me apart, and despite of my protest, I loved it.

Chinese prostitute gangbanged in male prison

Buxom, tall, and marmoreal, Tina Hu, originally from Shanghai China, now works in a massage parlor in Flushing, New York, a hubbub of Chinese community. She arrives work at 9 AM and works almost non-stop until 10 PM, only takes half an hour for lunch, and then another half an hour for dinner. When she’s not serving customers, she’s always bustling around the massage parlor: mopping the floor, taking out trash, cleaning massage beds, organizing accounting books, answering phone calls, etc.

Despite of the grueling 13 hour work shift, “life is so much easier in America,” according to Tina, “I have never enjoyed so much freedom.” She wiped away the sweat from her forehead with the back of her slender, white arm and sighed with a stoic smile on her face.

Her customers consist mostly of manual laborers from Mexico, mainland China, and other third world countries. They love the touch of her delicate fingers, and enjoy the view of her slim, curvy body and they lavish her with tips and small gifts hoping to be able to play with her voluptuous breasts. Once in a while, she would receive a Caucasian customer and she was always overjoyed. “Today, I met a pure-bred white American man. He spoke a lot to me but I was only able to understand a little bit of what he said.”

Like most Chinese women, she too dreams of finding a white American man for love and romance. Language barrier, however, stifles her into a silent prison.

“It’s not something that I think American people understand, or even be able to imagine. To most Americans, what had happened to me in China would be straight out of a horror movie. Doesn’t the US constitution say that no citizen shall be subject to cruel and unusual punishment? Well, there’s no such a thing in China.”

Nonchalantly, as if telling the story of another person, she continued, “I used to work in a massage parlor when I was in Shanghai. When the raid happened, a dozen police in uniform stormed in and took all of us to the police station in handcuffs.”

It is estimated by experts that at any given moment, more than 300 million Chinese women engage in implicit or explicit prostitution around the globe, coerced or voluntary. Prostitution is illegal in China, but also ubiquitous. Police raids of prostitution rings are rare, but when they occur, most often due to political pressures from the top, they occur as extremely brutal crackdowns, meted out as means to break the will of the general populace into submission, often in the name of upholding morality.

“They yelled, shoved and beat us, and then told us not to move. If we moved, they beat us again. Many of my colleagues were completely naked and they beat us like we were animals. After we were beaten into submission, we were all ordered to put our hands up with our faces against the wall. If anyone dare to resist, they beat you again.”

The concept of human dignity and, for that matter, the concept of human rights itself, are completely foreign to the Chinese state of mind. Things that are considered too cruel to be done to animals in the United States are routinely and mundanely done to humans.

“I was serving a customer at the time, and both me and my customer were told to stand against the wall. My customer didn’t have any clothes on. I only had my pants on but I had taken off my blouse and bra. I was viciously kicked in the stomach by the police and I begged him to let me grab my bra but the police officer shoved me to the side and yelled DON’T MOVE OR I WILL BEAT YOU AGAIN. After a few minutes another police officer, this time a petite female officer came in, holding a camera and took pictures of me and my customer naked. They were going to use the pictures as evidence against me in court.”

“My stomach knotted as they pushed me out of the room and I could barely stand up straight. I still didn’t have my bra and blouse and I was pushed down the corridor in plain view of everyone who passed by. I thought they would not let me go out naked like this into public, but I was wrong. I tried to hold my tears but the humiliation was so great I started to cry. A female police came over. She twisted my nipples with her hands and grinned. If you had so much dignity as to cry now, why did you become a prostitute, you shameless whore. Get into the car now before I twist your nipples off.”

Tina continued to massage me as she recounted her sorrowful tale. I felt her thin, elongated fingers delicately caressing my smooth inner thighs and a rush of warm feeling flowed through my entire body.

“Do you ever get female customers?” I asked her.

“Yes, but not often. You are one of my first this year. Most of my customers are men. Horny men. They come here to ogle at my breasts and if they tip me big, I show them my breasts. And sometimes I let them play with them, if I liked them. Are you a lesbian? Sorry I ask, but the last female customer I met was a bisexual Chinese woman with a lao-wai husband.”

She moved her hands close to my thighs and gently pushed downward and the connective tissues of my legs sent the sensation directly to my vagina.

I remained silent for a brief moment and then peppered her to tell me more about her ordeals in China. “What happened to you in China is such a travesty against humanity. What did they do to you once you were at the police station?”

“I fought back. I kicked a male police officer in the groins. I yelled: I didn’t do anything wrong. And then this very menacing police officer came over and told me if I continue to act this way, they will throw me in the men’s jail and let all the male prisoners gang bang me. I didn’t think they would dare to do that. I shouted: You don’t scare me. I’m not some peasant girl from the countryside. I’m a native of Shanghai. Both of my parents are from Shanghai. We are urbanite. We have our rights. So this officer, who was the head of all the other officers, slapped me in the face. But it wasn’t a very hard slap. I think he might actually have had romantic feelings for me. The slap wasn’t nearly as bad as the punch in the stomach I had endured during the initial raid. So I looked at him in the eyes and spat at him. Then he said: that’s it. And he put his hands in the air. They needed to teach me a lesson, he said, then they led me to the other section inside the police station, where all the male criminals are kept and threw me inside a common cell with ten of them.”

“Oh my god! That’s horrible. That really happened?” I explained to her that even though I speak Chinese, I have never lived in China. My mother was Chinese. I was born in Japan, and I emigrated to United States when I was in high school. Everything that I know about China I knew from reading books, talking to some classmates and friends from China. At which point, she interrupted me, and raised her hand over her head, as if giving a sworn testimony, and said, in her usual soft voice, that everything she said was the truth and nothing but the truth. “Surely, truth with some embellishment,” I thought to myself, and kept my incredulous eyes burrowed into the massage bed.

“Is that your husband?” She asked me, pointing to the tall, muscular white man laying on the other massage bed. I giggled. “Sort of. He’s the nicest person.” She remained quiet. I felt the sense of her envy. “You are so lucky,” she blurted out eventually, sotto voce, after a long period of silence. “Did they really gang bang you?” I averted her compliment, blushing secretly, hoping to avoid discussing the fact that secretly the white man is not just my husband, but also my master.

“They were just as shocked to see me as I was terrified to see them. For nearly an hour we just stared at one another. The timid ones were actually afraid to be anywhere near me and moved to the other side of the cell. But then the captain came over and said to those men: you will be awarded if you teach her a lesson. The most hideous prisoner came out of the corner and started to grope me. I screamed and bit him. The police officer was watching and yelled from behind the iron bars: you are going to let a woman beat you? Are you a coward? She is a cheap whore. She sells her body to foreigners. Do you know that?”

Laying on my back, I sensed she was looking at the back of my head as she paused briefly.

“Then the guy punched me and I tripped over and the back of my head hit against the bench. For a second I felt I might have lost consciousness. Then he grabbed me by my hair, lifted me up and threw me on the ground again. All the while the other guys just watched. I regained consciousness and started screaming, but then he struck me on my head with his bare fist again, multiple times. I vaguely remember hearing him screaming: is my Chinese dick not good enough for you, you cheap whore. I went silent and he started to rip off my panties. It was actually a very expensive panties from Victoria’s Secret. A customer from Germany had brought that for me at the time. I really liked it, but it was ripped to shreds. I was bleeding from my nose and the side of my mouth. I knew resistance was futile at that point. I felt his tiny Chinese penis sticking inside my vagina and I groaned. All the other guys standing around started to strip off their clothes. I’m sorry, am I bothering you?”

I turned my head to look at her and promptly said, “No, not at all. This is the most interesting story I’ve heard this year. Please continue. I will get an extra hour and tip you more just so I can hear you finish your story. It is so sad to hear such a tragic story at the very beginning of a new year … but, please. Don’t stop.”

“You know what’s funny.” She laughed, “those guys literally took off everything, even their shoes and socks. They were all completely naked and they crowded over me and were desperately trying to get their skin to touch mine. Some of those guys probably hadn’t seen a woman in years. As I was laying on the ground, one guy started to grope my breasts with his foot. He was just using his bare foot to tap on my breasts, and then pressed on it. A guy in front of me started to wipe away the blood from my mouth and nose, and he was very gentle. He told me to hold my nose to let the blood out. I sensed he pitied me and I put my head in his lap and big drops of tears rolled down my cheeks and he patted me on the head. Then I heard the police yell from behind the bars again: Why are you pitying a whore? You pity her again, I beat your ass, fucker. Immediately he stopped and started to try to stick his penis inside my mouth. It was already very hard and after he pumped it back and forth just a few times, I felt a gulp of liquid shooting into my mouth. I knew he was just following orders. The police had ordered me to be gang banged. They had no choice. If they didn’t do what the police said, they would be punished.”

At this point my boyfriend said we needed to switch partners. The woman who was massaging him came over to massage me and Tina went over to massage my boyfriend. I told my husband what Tina told me, in English, and he was impressed. He said that he would tip Tina 1000 dollars just so she would go out to dinner with us. I translated what my boyfriend said to Tina and she said, “But I can’t go away. This shop is jointly owned by me and my partner. We put in a lot of investment into it, and so I really can’t go away.” My husband then asked her how much she makes in a day and then said he would double it. Impressed by his generosity, after the massage, Tina and her partner, Joy, another Chinese masseuse from Shanghai, decided to close the shop for a few hours and join us for dinner.

PART II

“They laid me on the floor and took turns using my vagina. While one man was pumping in and out of me, all the other men stood around me and groped me. A few men were holding onto each one of my limbs and they were rubbing themselves all over me. I constantly felt liquid being sprouted on me and I knew it was their semen. They mauled at my nipples so much I felt pain for many days afterward and my vagina was used so many times that I was not able to sit properly for weeks. The most disgusting part was when I felt semen running down to my anus. I knew it was their semen pumped inside my vagina and it was oozing out. And the whole time that police officer was standing behind the bars and goading them on. I wanted to curse his entire family.”

“Did you enjoy the gang bang?” I was shocked by what my boyfriend said and I didn’t know if I should translate it to Tina. I sat there motionless, looking at him, at his big, blue, dreamy eyes and felt a rush of shame and romantic ecstasy. He looked over at me with those mesmerizing eyes and told me to translate for him. I hesitated, but I knew if I disobeyed him I would suffer, so I asked Tina, but worded in such a way as to be the least offensive. And to my surprise, Tina didn’t seem offended at all. She gave a coy smile, and said she didn’t enjoy it, but she was not terribly hurt as “you imagine I would.” A big part of the reason was she was not a virgin to start with. In fact, she had been with lots of men before, no less than a few hundreds. She had seen many kinds of penises. She smiled at my boyfriend, and looked at him in the eyes and said, in broken English, “Chinese men have small penises.”

My boyfriend gave out a hearty laugh and Tina bit her lower lip and smiled again.

The Flushing mall were flustering with Chinese people and many stopped in their tumbling, bumbling to-and-fro to stare at the handsome white man situated in a table surrounded by three young, beautiful East Asian women: me, Tina, and Joy. The men stared with anger and the women lowered their eyes with jealousy.

“Being gang banged is not something that I have not experienced. It would be more enjoyable if I had romantic feelings for those men. But what happened to me on that date was, to be more honest, very traumatic. The act itself was mechanical, robotic, and the very means by which it happened made me horror-filled. I would never willingly be gang banged by those men. If I had a choice, if I could choose the men who gang bang me, that would be different. The physical violence besides, the smell was the worst aspect. The smell was degrading. Those men were disgusting. They probably hadn’t showered in weeks. I could never get their smell off of my body. I felt sick just remembering that smell. There are many men in this world. And there are superior men and inferior men. Most men are inferior. I’d say the more populous and more numerous a race of men there are, the more worthless and inferior they are. Superior men are always rare. A white man, like you–blue eyes, tall, chiseled face, brown hair, white skin–I would say, is a superior man, and you are very rare.”

PART III

As a submissive Asian slut, I never disobey my white husband, no matter how degrading it is.

The next day we went back to the same massage parlor. My husband now had Tina’s cell phone number and he called her to set up an appointment. And this time, in stead of a full body massage, he ordered a foot massage. Tina knelt down before him and started massaging his left foot. Then my husband ordered me to kneel down and massage his right foot. A Chinese man–who apparently also works in the massage parlor–as a foot massage therapist peeped through the kitchen area in the back and then averted his eyes and cowered in the corner in front of the restroom. The sight of two beautiful Asian women serving one white man was too much for him. Then my husband ordered me to suck on his foot in front of Tina. Being trained as the obedient Asian slave that I am, I did it without flinching, and Tina laughed. A continuous, rattling, peal of laughter. She put her slender white arm against her mouth and the edges of her eyes wrinkled in mirth.

With my white master’s big white foot in my mouth, I glanced over at Tina from the corner of my eyes, expressionless. In the past, I had felt shame and humiliation, but now, I felt nothing. It had become a part of my life, to serve my white man, in any way he demanded.

After I had thoroughly sucked on my husband’s lily white foot, I lifted up my sweater and bra and used my breasts to massage his foot. “Would you like to do the same, Tina?” I asked her. She still couldn’t stop laughing, but nodded, and said, “Well, that would cost extra.” My husband nodded, and Tina revealed her luscious breasts to the view of me and my husband and started massaging his other big white foot.

From the corner of my eye, over the slit left by the curtains, I once again saw the little Asian man peeping in our direction. I motioned to Tina, who got up and fully closed the curtain. Then she went kneeling back down and proceeded to massage my husband’s feet. “Most Chinese men are genetic garbage. I pity the women who breed with those men.” Tina sighed. And I agreed.

Pulling his pants to his waist, and revealing his gorgeous white cock, my husband in a hushed voice beckoned both of us to suck his cock. Eagerly I obliged. Unable to resist, Tina followed me and we shifted on our knees to where my husband’s big white penis was and started suckling on it like two baby birds fighting for food from mommy bird. We suckled until he shot his load inside my mouth, and I shared his cum with Tina. “This is the kind of service a superior man deserves,” I told Tina as she gulped down part of my husband’s cum. “I remember you telling me that there was a bisexual Chinese woman who brought her lao-wai husband to the spa. Did she …” “Yes, just like this.” Before I had a chance to finish, Tina interjected with a smile on her face.

The next day we went to the massage parlor again, and my husband had Tina strapped to the massage bed and fucked her bareback. Her pussy was very tight, my husband said afterward. That might be due to the size of my husband’s cock, actually, since all Asian vagina seem tight for white men. Tina confessed, it’s been many years since she had sex, and she thoroughly enjoyed it. My husband tipped her another three thousands dollars and we left. She texted me thanking me for bringing my husband to her life.

PART IV

“Come live with us. We will have you gang banged again, but with handsome white guys only” was the text my husband wanted me to send to Tina. When we met Tina, she seemed offended. “You need to be more careful when you send text. My partner was sitting right next to me and he saw the text.” “Joy?” I asked. “No.”

To our surprise, the little Asian man who was cowering in the corner near the bathroom inside the massage parlor was Tina’s partner. He was short, middle-aged, and morose. They had romantic feelings for each other. “Do you have sex with him?” My husband asked. “No.” She replied. My husband, being a naive, white American man, was shocked. He could not believe that a man would be romantically involved with a woman, and not be getting sex. In fact, Tina says, “he put down 70 percent for this massage parlor. Joy and I only put down 30 percent.” “Oh, so you guys are only business partners.” “We live together too.” “What do you mean you live together?” “We live inside the same apartment. We sleep on the same bed.” “But you guys don’t have sex.” “No.” I explained to my husband that it is actually very common in Chinese culture for a man to be in a relationship with a woman and not be having sex with her. There are things called sexless marriage, loveless marriage, too. “What does he do?” “He is a foot massage therapist. He washes customers’ feet and give them foot massages.” “Why are you partner with him?” My husband was confounded. “You rather live with him than come living with us? Do you have kids with that man?” “No, of course not. I don’t even have sex with him.”

Over the course of several weeks, my husband had propositioned to Tina that she come living with us. She would be cared for, all her expense paid and she would have monthly allowances, and in return she had to become a sex slave to my husband, doing all his bidding and providing sexual flavors to him and whomever he chose. Tina did not seem impressed. She was eager to provide whatever sexual services we demanded, while inside the massage parlor, and of course my husband tipped her generously for all her service, but she declined repeatedly to become an in-house sex slave, as I was. She seems content living the life she has now, serving lowly, inferior customers from third world countries, living together with a Chinese eunuch, and making however much money she could. On several occasions, she confessed, that she was moved and almost had wanted to say yes. “Please stop. Your offer is so generous. I feel the youthful tremors in my heart again.” And yet, in the end, she did not have the conviction or the courage to become what she truly wants to be, or, to borrow a religious phrase, accept Jesus, who in this case would be my white husband, as her personal savior. “I’m so glad to have met you,” she said. “Really?” My husband was incredulous. “Yes. I hope we stay in touch.” And with those words we parted.

Becoming an anal-only Asian slut.

For the last several weeks, my white owner has been neglecting my cunt and clit and focusing exclusively on my asshole. This is my anal training, he said. It’s a punishment for me because I’ve been playing with my cunt and clit a lot. And I knew it was going to be quite a challenge. My desperation to touch my swollen clit and make myself cum became unbearable after just a couple of days, but the desperation made me wet as well. At the moment, I become extra horny just thinking about the struggle that I have had and will continue to have, but my owner said the orgasm at the end of my training is going to be worth it.

You may think I’m a completely perverted Asian slut for saying it, but I love to smell the used socks and underwear of my white owner, like I would literally masturbate myself with his dirty socks stuffed inside my mouth or his used underwear strapped over my head. I know there are men who buy used panties from girls but I would literally buy from my white owner his used underwear and socks, especially the ones that he worked out in, that are covered with his sweat and embalmed with his masculine smell.

Once in a while my white owner would tell me to get down on my knees and he would drop his pants but keep his underwear on and place his junk on my face and just rest it there. Sometimes he would rub it all over my face too, and it was so humiliating and yet I loved it. The worst was when he made me take a deep breathe or made me look up at him. I got so embarrassed and it made me so wet and my hands would instinctively want to reach into my panties to touch myself. But my owner would stop me and tell me that I was being punished for being a slut; and from now on, my only orgasm would come from anal.

He also told me that I have the filthiness and sexual perversion of a white man inside a tiny Asian girl’s body, and to be honest, I think that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me.