Adopted Asian Daughter Chapter 8

Chapter 8


Jenna Wang walked the nine blocks from the school to the Cohn’s house, shivering most of the way and trying to avoid the startled, curious glances of the people she passed. She knew she looked as though she had been caught in a rainstorm, drenched from head to toe, her clothes clinging to her, her hair lank and dripping, her face running with moisture. Unless people got close enough to smell her, they probably wouldn’t know it was urine she was dripping with–mixed with a little semen from the white boys who had jerked off on her face when they had finished pissing on her the last time. People usually avoided getting that close to her, but they stared and wondered. Jenna felt shamed and horribly self-conscious, but her nipples were hard, as they had been through most of the day, and the moisture between her legs was from a different source. Part of her hated herself for responding in this way to such degradation, but she knew she couldn’t help it. That was how she was, and who she was. That was what had brought her here. She was Yellow Piss.

At the Cohn house, she went up on the porch and knocked at the door. In a moment she heard Raymond’s father’s voice. “Who is it?”

This time she knew the correct response. “It’s Yellow Piss,” she said, quite loudly.

The front door opened and Raymond’s father stood there. He looked her up and down slowly. “You are a disgusting mess,” he said finally. Jenna swallowed. “Yes, sir,” she said breathlessly. “I did what you–I followed your instructions, sir. Raymond told me to report to you. Sir.”

“Good,” Raymond’s father said. “But you don’t expect me to allow you into my house in that condition, do you, Yellow Piss?”

“I–I don’t–I–”

“Stop stuttering like an idiot. You will remove those stinking rags you are wearing–all of them–before you enter my house.”

Jenna looked around fearfully. There were a few people passing on the other side of the street. A few houses down a woman was sitting in a porch swing reading a magazine. Other than that there wasn’t much sign of life, but she didn’t know who might be watching from the houses. Or who might come along the street at any moment. She thought of protesting, but she knew it was futile.

“Once you have done that,” Raymond’s father continued, “you will take that clothing to the garbage can there by the curb, and put it in. Then you may come back and knock again.” And he closed the door in Jenna’s face.

The people on the other side of the street had passed by, but there were a few more pedestrians now on both sides. It was late afternoon and people were returning home. A few cars passed by, and a man came out of the house directly across the street and began to water his lawn. Jenna wondered if she could put off what she had to do until there was less traffic, but she knew she couldn’t. Raymond’s father was waiting, and possibly watching. There on the porch she began taking off her clothes for the second time that day. She was breathing hard, and she was shaking. Unbuttoning and pulling off her wet blouse, she tried not to look out at the street, but she couldn’t help it. Nobody seemed to notice her at first. Then, as she pulled off her skirt, she saw the man across the street look up and then stare at her, his watering hose forgotten. She looked away, but a man passing on the sidewalk had seen her now, and stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide. A woman down the block seemed to be pointing her out to her companion, both with their mouths open. Oh god, she thought, what would happen? Would they call the police? What if someone she knew saw her? What if–

She was making a little sound with each breath she emitted as she took off her bra. A passing car stopped. Another came up behind it and stopped too, the driver honking his horn impatiently at first, until he turned to see what the driver in front of him was staring at.

Jenna took off her panties. There were tears in her eyes, but her nipples protruded from her breasts like tiny rocket heads, and she could feel them throbbing. Nevertheless she had to gather all her courage and will power to pick up her discarded clothes and carry them out to the curb where the trash can stood. She wanted to use them to cover her breasts and her crotch, but she didn’t. If Raymond’s father was watching he would not like that. So she just held them in her hands, her hands at her sides as she walked as steadily as she could off the porch and down the little path to the curb, her breasts bouncing nakedly with each step, her small brown patch of pubic hair glinting in the afternoon light. Then she deposited her clothing in the metal can, turned, and walked back to the porch. As far as she could hear, none of the people watching her made any comments. They just stared.

Shaking harder now, she knocked at the door again. “Who is it?” came the familiar voice.

Jenna swallowed. “It’s Yellow Piss,” she said. She wondered how many of the watchers could hear her.

Raymond’s father opened the door. “That’s better,” he said. “Come in, Yellow Piss.”

Jenna crossed the threshold, and Raymond’s father closed the door after her. He seemed unconcerned with whatever audience Jenna had collected. Perhaps he had reason to be. After closing the door he turned to the naked girl. Then, very suddenly and with no warning, he raised his hand and slapped her very hard across the face.

Jenna cried out and fell backwards, falling to the floor, as much from shock and surprise as from the force of the blow. “What–why–” she gasped out.

“Why?’ Ramond’s father said. “Why did I hit you? Because I wanted to. That’s all. It was a whim. You are here to satisfy my whims, Yellow Piss. I don’t need a reason for hitting you other than that. Isn’t that right?”

Jenna swallowed. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, sir.”

“Right. And also to get you off your feet. From now on you are never to stand upright in my presence, unless I order you to, or give you permission. As a chink slave, you will be on your knees to me at all times unless told otherwise. Is that clear, Yellow Piss?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m waiting,” Raymond’s father said.

Jenna, who had been sprawled where she had fallen, hastily clambered onto her knees. Nervous and quivering, she was uncertain whether to sit back on her haunches or to kneel upright. She chose the former.

“No,” Raymond’s father said.

Quickly she pushed herself up so that she was in effect kneeling at attention, her thighs at right angles to her calves, her weight pressing her knees harder against the floor.

“Straighten your back,” Raymond’s father said.

Jenna obeyed, holding her body as rigid as she could.

“Put your hands behind you. Crossed at the wrists.”

Again she did as he said. Her hard-nippled breasts thrust toward him, her taut body still glistening with moisture. She knelt there with her eyes cast down, not daring to look up at him.

“Good,” Raymond’s father said. “That is your slave posture. That is how you will present yourself to me at all times, and that is how you will remain in my presence when not under other orders. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now you may get on all fours and crawl into the bathroom, where you will clean yourself off. You still stink of piss, a natural state for a chink, but somewhat unsavory for the rest of humanity. When you have finished you will crawl into the living room, where I will be waiting. Do not be long.” He turned and walked away.

Jenna got on her hands and knees and crawled to the bathroom. She cried helplessly as she showered and washed out her hair. She didn’t quite know why she was crying. Or rather, she was aware that there were so many reasons that she couldn’t possibly sort them out. Part of it was shame. Part of it anger, mostly at herself. Part of it was simple relief at finally ridding her body of the noxious feel and smell of urine. Part of it was a kind of despair at the knowledge that she was giving up her life, her freedom, albeit willingly. And part of it, she knew–perhaps the biggest part–was happiness.

When she had finished she crawled into the living room. Raymond had arrived now and was sitting there with his father. Jenna crawled to Raymon’s father’s chair and knelt before him in her slave position, upright, her back straight, her hands behind her, her eyes cast down. Raymond’s father said, “Raymond has been telling me about your performance today, Yellow Piss. I am happy to hear that you carried out my orders to the letter, with no trouble. I am convinced now that you will make an excellent chink slave, and I have decided to take you on permanently.”

A surge of joy suffused Jenna’s body, so unexpectedly strong that it drowned out whatever other emotions she might have felt. She wanted to jump to her feet, but she forced herself to remain in position. “Thank you, sir,” she said breathlessly. She could not restrain herself from looking up at him for a moment, but his expression as he looked at her made her lower her eyes again.

“As my permanent slave,” Raymond’s father went on, “I will want you to live here, so that you will be available to me whenever I want you. I may have you leave school to serve me full-time, but I have not yet decided that. You will not have to bring any of your possessions when you come here. A slave does not have possessions.”

A startled Jenna looked up at him again, her mouth and eyes wide.

“But–but sir I–I can’t–I mean–I’m–my mother would–she wouldn’t–she would never–”

“Stop stuttering. Your mother would object to such a move. Of course. I understand that. Do you have other family as well? A father? Brothers

nnd sisters.”

“N-no, sir. My father’s living in China, and I’m–I don’t have any–”

“Well, that makes it simpler, doesn’t it? Don’t worry about your mother. I will deal with her. In fact, you need not go home at all. Now that you are here, you may as well stay. Raymond, show Yellow Piss to the spare room, where she will stay until further notice. She will crawl behind you, of course.”

“Can I fuck her?” Raymond said.

His father looked at him in a way that made Raymond blanch a little. “I thought you were tired of her, Raymond,” his father said. “Didn’t you have Yellow Piss at your beck and call, able to do anything you wanted with her? And didn’t you pass her on to me because she was too much for you to handle? Is my memory failing me, Raymond, or is that not the case?”

“Yes, sir,” Raymond said. “But hell, it’s not that she wasn’t a good lay, you know? And after watching her all day, with all those guys and everything, well–it’s made me horny as hell. You know?”

“Of course. But let us get one thing clear, Raymond. Yellow Piss is now my slave, not yours. You will do nothing with her without my permission. Nothing. At any time. Just like with your sister. You understand that, do you not?”

“Yes, sir. I’m–I’m just asking permission now, Dad, okay? I’m really hot for her now. Can I fuck her? Please?”

“Yes,” his father said.


Adopted Asian Daughter Chapter 9

Chapter 9


After her conversation with Chad, Rachel Harris went straight to the principal’s office. She couldn’t get in to see Dr. Dalbeck, who seldom spoke to the students anyway, and when she tried Mr. Trask she was told he had gone home early. She wondered if she should go to the police, but she decided she didn’t really have enough information for them to be interested. She would talk to Trask the next day.

It wouldn’t have done her any good, because by then Trask had received a small packet in the mail. It contained a copy of an audio tape on which was recorded the whole of his encounter with Cindy in his office. Along with an anonymous letter stating that if he didn’t want the tape sent to the newspapers he would have nothing more to do with Cindy Cohn, or any of the other students for that matter; and in addition, any further sexual goings-on among the student body that might come to his attention were to be ignored as a matter of policy.

Trask didn’t bother Cindy again.

Rachel, however, didn’t actually approach him at all. Because that afternoon, on her way home from school, she was picked up on the street by two men, one black, one white. They forced her into their car with a swiftness and expertise efficient enough to attract little or no attention, and she found herself sitting between the two in the front seat, the black man driving. They drove her to a deserted spot in the woods outside the town. There they got out, taking her with them. They didn’t spend as much time and trouble with her as they had with Armina Banks; the setting was less comfortable, and Chad would not be joining them this time. As soon as she was out of the car the black man punched her as hard as he could, without warning, in the solar plexus. Rachel fell to the ground and they watched her as she rolled around there, clutching her belly and making choking, gurgling sounds as she struggled to get her breath back, which took a long time. They watched her skirt ride up on her twisting, flailing legs. As they watched they pulled down their zippers and took out their hardening cocks. They didn’t bother with the rest of their clothing———

After that they told her what she was going to do at school the next day. And in the days to follow. Then they took her home. They had even brought along a new dress for her to wear.

The next day, Rachel found Chad once again in the cafeteria. She sat down opposite him. She looked pretty good. She had covered up a couple of bruises with makeup, and she wore a high-collared blouse to cover the marks that the rope had left on her neck.

“Hi, Rach,” Chad greeted her.

Rachel swallowed. “Chad,” she said then, “I-I want to apologize for the way I spoke to you yesterday. I’m really very sorry, Chad. I’m–Of course I would love to have sex with you. It would–it would be an honor, Chad. I’ll be happy to have sex with you any time you like.”

“That’s good, Rachel,” Chad said. “That’s very nice indeed. And you’ll do it any way I want, right?”

Rachel swallowed again. “Yes, Chad,” she said.

“Yes. And you’ll do it real good too, right, Rachel? You’ll be just as good as you can be for me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Chad,” Rachel said.

“Good,” Chad said. “Why don’t we start now.”


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When Raymond’s father came home, he knew almost instantly what had happened. One look at his son’s quasi-innocent but self-satisfied face told him that Raymond had been up to something, and he suspected what it was even before he went into the kitchen and saw Jenna, who was still cleaning up. There were marks on her face and body that hadn’t been there before, and as soon as she saw him she began to tremble. Without a word, he marched back into the living room, went up to where his son was sitting and without warning backhanded him a savage blow across the face. Raymond cried out and tried to stand up, but his father hit him again. Raymond put up his hands to shield himself, cringing.

“You have deliberately disobeyed me, Raymond,” his father said. “I will not tolerate that, and you know it. How dare you go against my orders?”

“Dad, I was just–I mean, I couldn’t help it. It was her–she wanted it, Dad, and she begged me, she … I couldn’t …”

“You are contemptible,” his father said. “I am ashamed to think you are my son. You will be punished for this, Raymond. And you have lost any privileges you may have enjoyed in this house. From now on you will have nothing to do with Yellow Piss, or with Cock Sucker, or with any other Asian female under this roof. Including your sister. You will never touch any of them again. Is that clear? I have always instilled in my philosophy that every white man should have a few Asian slavesm, but you are not fit to be my white son.”

“But-but Dad…” He started to protest, but he could see in his father’s face that it was no use.

“Yellow Piss,” his father called. “Come in here.”

Jenna came in. She was still shaking. She quickly assumed the kneeling position.

“You have violated my trust,” Raymond’s father said. “You can no longer be my slave. You will have to leave here at once.”

Tears sprang to Jenna’s eyes, and she gave an involuntary cry. “Please, sir,” she whimpered through quivering lips. “Oh god, please don’t send me away.

Punish me, do anything to me. I didn’t mean to–I would never–I swear–”

“I realize that this violation was not completely voluntary on your part,” Raymond’s father said. “Nevertheless, it should not have happened, and I cannot condone it. Furthermore, no punishment would be sufficient to atone for this.”

“No…” Jenna wailed. Trembling harder now, she went to all fours and crawled across the room to him, sobbing, until she was crouched at his feet. “I beg you, sir,” she choked out. “I am your slave, I belong only to you. Oh, please let me stay with you. I will do anything. Anything…” She was crying too hard to continue.

“Indeed,” Raymond’s father said. He stood there looking down at the huddled, shaking, spasming figure, saying nothing more until her sobbing gradually subsided and her tear-streaked face turned up to him, her eyes red and fearful. Then he pulled down his zipper and took out his dangling penis. “Drink this, Yellow Piss,” he said. Jenna immediately raised herself on her knees and put her mouth around the flaccid phallus. Raymond’s father pissed strongly and steadily into her mouth, and Jenna expertly swallowed it all down as it came, in spite of the occasional residual sob that escaped from her mouth.

“Do you remember,” Raymond’s father said as he relieved himself, “when you first came to me, begging to be my slave, do you remember what it was that I asked you to do in order to prove the strength and extent of your desire? An action which at first you were unable to carry out, but which, when your overwhelming need for captivity and degradation compelled you to return, you then agreed to do. Do you recall that?”

Jenna’s face went pale, but she did not stop swallowing his piss. She made a sound around his cock, a sound that was both an affirmative answer to his question and a frightened reaction to it.

“Of course you do,” Raymond’s father said. “And when I, at the last minute, rescinded that demand, did I not inform you that I might, if circumstances warranted, renew it at some future date?” He finished pissing, and Janna dutifully milked the last few drops from his penis and cleaned off the tip with her tongue before letting it drop from her mouth. “Did I not?” he said.

Jenna swallowed once more, even though there was nothing left in her mouth to swallow. “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

“And now the time has come,” Raymond’s father said.


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“Okay,” Chad said. “We’re doing pretty good here, Cindy. Let’s see, so far I’ve had you–” He reached out to tweak her nipple in appreciation–“then cute little Sallie Jing. Then Norma Veney, the gorgeous chink lesbian with the big tits. Then that cunt gook bitch Armina, and now even your best friend Rachel has come around. That’s not bad, Cindy, I have to admit you’ve done pretty well so far. And all to keep me from turning you into a whore.”

“You’ve done that anyway,” Cindy said flatly.

Chad took hold of her hair and pulled on it, wrenching her head back.

Holding her that way, he said, “Are you complaining, Cindy?”

“No,” Cindy said, forcing her words out through the strain in her neck and the pain in her scalp. “No, Chad. I’m not.”

“Good,” Chad said, letting her go. “And don’t exaggerate, Cindy. I know you fucked old Russ Kerstetter, and even what’s-her-name, Norma’s girlfriend, not to mention those two thugs of your father’s, but that was your own choice, Cindy. I didn’t order you to do that, did I?”

“You ordered me to get you my friends. That was the only way I could do it. You know that.”

“How you did it is your business,” Chuck said, grinning. “Anyway, that’s not as bad as what could have happened if you didn’t, right? Better that than having to fuck every guy in school, isn’t it, Cindy? Not to mention anybody else I might come up with. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Cindy said dully.

“Anyway, like I was saying, we’ve gone through most of your hoity-toity friends, and it looks like Melanie Bryan is the only one left in the big-wheel category. Who are you gonna fuck to get Melanie for me, Cindy? Or you gonna call on old Ben and Jack again?”

“Chad,” Cindy said, “Melanie is a virgin.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No. She says she’s saving herself for marriage. She’s kind of religious, you know? And she’s never done it. Really.”

“Well, that’s great!” Chad said. “I’ve never had a virgin. God knows you weren’t one.” And he reached over to tweak her nipple again, this time hard enough to make Cindy draw in a hissing breath. “How soon can you get her for me, Cindy?”

“I-I don’t know, Chad. I-I’ll have to …”

Chad tightened his grip. “Don’t take too long, Cindy. Make it soon. Okay?”

“Yes, Chad.” Her voice was thin and strained.

“Good. Now you can suck my dick.”

When she was finished, Cindy ventured a question. “Chad … after Melanie … when you’ve had all my friends … will you … I mean, that will … I mean …”

“You mean will you have to get me any more girls? Is that what you mean, Cindy? Well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we? There are a lot of good-looking Asian girls in school, you know, even if they’re not in the fucking elite group. And you’re so good at pimping for me, Cin. We’ll just have to wait and see.”


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Cindy knew she had made a bad mistake by letting Chad find out about Ben and Jack. Actually, it was them she had told about him, since they had insisted on knowing all the details of what she wanted them to do, and it had been their idea to call him over to Armina’s house that night. Now she could only pray that Chad would say nothing about them to her father. Fortunately he and her father hadn’t been in contact lately, and she could only hope it stayed that way. Her father would not be happy with her if he found out, to say the least. The very thought of it made her weak.

But she had to see them at least once more. After they had finished with her the first time, they told her that she had just paid for their services for one night only. Each further service would require her to come back and do them again. There was no way she could argue with them. When Chad had called her about Rachel, she had gone back there. That time, because she wanted them to act immediately, they had used her twice as long as before, and twice as hard. Some of the things they had done to her made her shiver when she thought of them. And before she left they had made her drink their piss. She really didn’t want to go back a third time, but she had no choice. There was no other way she could possibly get Melanie for Chad.


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Jack, of course, managed to fuck her in spite of his reservations. Both of them did, for a long time, and when they finished she told them about Melanie. She now regretted having told Chad that Melanie was a virgin, for now Chad was looking forward to taking her cherry, which meant she had to persuade Ben and Jack to keep her intact for him.

Jack was not happy with this. “Fuck that,” he snarled. “You want us to straighten out this cunt, we do it however we want. Take it or leave it, bitch.”

But to her surprise, Ben just shrugged. “Big fucking deal,” he said. “We did that with that first bitch, didn’t we? What the hell, we can just get ours afterward.”

“Yeah, well if it was up to me we wouldn’t have waited then either. I don’t like being told how to do my job. You put extra demands on us, girl, we do the same for you, you hear me? You’re not finished here yet, baby. Not by a long shot.”

“I thought you said you were tired of fucking her,” Ben said. “And that was before you practically wore out your dick on her just now.”

“So what?” Jack said. “We’re not the only dicks in the world. I think we should let her fuck some friends of ours too. Might be something to watch, don’t you think?”

Cindy closed her eyes.

“Like who?” Ben said.

“Like Warren,” Jack replied. “I’m thinking about old Warren and his pal, Fred. Wouldn’t that be interesting?”

Ben grinned. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, that should be interesting, all right. What do you say, girl? You ready to give it up to a couple acquaintances of ours?”

Cindy sighed wearily. “Do I have a choice?”

“Sure,” Jack said. “You got a choice, cunt. But you don’t do what we want, we don’t do what you want. Be a shame after everything you already did tonight. But it’s up to you.”

“You bastards,” Cindy said. “All right. But then that’s it, right?”

“Sure,” Ben said. “Make the call, Jack.”

They let her take a shower so she would be fresh for their friends, though they stayed with her as she did it, and they entertained themselves in various ways with her body, most of them painful, while they waited. It was half an hour later when the doorbell rang. “That must be Warren and Fred now,” Jack said, and he went to admit the new guests. He brought them into the living room and introduced them.

Cindy almost fainted.

Warren was a tall, broad man in his forties with long blonde hair, whose eyes glittered as he took in Cindy’s naked body.

Fred was a big black dog.





Adopted Asian Daughter Chapter 10

Chapter 10


Chad and Cindy watched for the next hour or so as Ben and Jack had their way with the now half-crazed girl. At one point Cindy said she couldn’t watch any more. Chad made her. Cindy was crying by the time it was over. Chad was hard. So hard that he took Melanie once more before they let her go. In the ass. “What now, Chad?” Cindy said. She had to know what was going to happen to her now that Chad had gone through all the girls in her clique. Would he be satisfied? Would he let her off the hook? She didn’t think so. She had a terrible feeling that things were only going to get worse for her. But she had to know.

“I’ll think about it,” Chad said.


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“Hey, man,” Raymond’s friend Bill Talbot said. “When are we gonna get another bathroom session with that Jenna chick? I’m really looking forward to doing that again.”

Raymond was not in a good mood. He was angry and frustrated at no longer being allowed access, even occasionally, to any of the Asian women in his father’s house, and he didn’t see anything he could do to change his father’s mind.

“You’re not,” he said shortly. “Forget it.”

“How come? Man, that was really–”

“Hey, can’t you hear?” Raymond burst out. “I said forget it, for Chrissake! That’s it, over and out, okay?”

Bill stared at him. “Jeez, what got into you?”

“Nothing. I got a class.” And he turned to walk away.

Bill gazed after him, shaking his head. “Christ,” he muttered. “I guess weirdness runs in the family or something.”

Raymond heard him. He stopped walking and turned back sharply. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Bill shrugged, unfazed by the other’s belligerent glare. “It means your sister’s not the only one who’s got some kind of bug up her ass, or whatever.”

Raymond frowned. “My sister? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Hey, come on, man, I’m just saying, you know. Everybody in school knows something’s going on with her. Her and her friends, the big wheels. Only they don’t seem to be such good friends any more.”

“What do you mean?”

“Christ, where you been? Like, they always ate together in the cafeteria, right? Only now they don’t. Your sister sits off by herself someplace, and the others are like they don’t want to know her, you know? Only they don’t seem to get along so good themselves either. It’s all weird, and Cindy was like the leader, right? So it’s gotta be something she did. Or whatever. I’m just saying.”

“Bullshit,” Raymond said, for no good reason, and walked away.


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But Bill was right. Raymond started observing Cindy around the school, and noted that instead of being constantly surrounded by her friends, as in the past, she now kept pretty much to herself. The table in the cafeteria which had once been the domain of the elite group of Asian girls, the object of attention and envy, was now sparsely populated at lunchtime by maybe two or three of them, without the sprightly chatter and laughter that habitually emanated from that location. None of them seemed very happy. Something was indeed up, and he would bet it had something to do with that asshole Chad Rosen. His first thought was of how he could turn this circumstance to his advantage.

Raymond, being a year behind his sister in school, and never one of the most popular boys, was not friendly with Cindy’s group, but he had met most of them at one time or other. Rachel Harris was perhaps the one he knew best, and he decided to approach her.

He found her at her locker between classes. “Hi, Rachel,” he said, coming up behind her.

She whirled on him, a sudden fear on her face, her body strangely tense. When she saw who it was, she relaxed a bit, but she was obviously still agitated. The fright in her eyes diminished somewhat, but was quickly replaced by wariness and suspicion.

“Oh, Christ!” she said. “Are you in on it too?”

Raymond frowned. “In on what? What the hell’s going on, Rachel?”

“Nothing,” the girl said quickly, turning back to her locker.

“Well, something is,” Raymond said. “What’s happening with you guys and my sister?”

Rachel shot him a look of hatred. “Your sister is a filthy rotten chink bitch!” she spat out. “And if you–” She stopped herself, closed her locker and began to walk away.

“Hey, hold on,” Raymond said, following her. “Does this have something to do with that Chad Rosen guy?”

Rachel stopped walking and turned on him again. “Just leave me alone!” she said in a quivering voice. “All of you! You and fucking Chad Rosen and your fucking sister and her two thugs and everybody else, just fucking leave me alone!” She seemed to be verging on hysteria. Luckily the corridor was by now almost deserted. “You hear me?” she said, almost shouting now. “Leave me alone!”

Raymond was frowning again. “Hold on,” he said. “Two thugs? What two thugs?”

But Rachel suddenly shut down. “Forget it,” she muttered, and walked away again.

“Wait, wait.” Raymond caught up with her and stopped her. “What about these two thugs?” he demanded. “What are you talking about?”

The fear was back in the girl’s eyes. “I can’t tell you,” she muttered.

“I can’t–I didn’t mean anything. I gotta go.”

“Rachel,” Raymond said. “Listen. I can help you, okay? If this is–If you’re in trouble, like with Rosen and my sister, I can do something about that, okay? Just tell me what’s going on. Tell me about these two thugs.”

Rachel was almost crying. “Christ, I can’t!” she said. “They said they’d kill me. They have tapes of me–oh Christ–”

“Who are they? The two thugs?” Raymond insisted. “Just tell me that, okay?”

“I don’t know! Just two guys–big guys–they just–they–”

“Just tell me one thing,” Raymond said. “Was it a black guy and a white guy?”

Rachel swallowed and nodded.

“Shit,” Raymond said, half to himself. “Jack and Ben. It’s gotta be. That sneaky little bitch.”

Rachel caught her breath. “Yes. I heard one of them call the other Ben. But for god’s sake–”

“I knew it!” Raymond breathed.

“For god’s sake don’t tell anybody I told you, Raymond, please! Please! They’ll–”

“Listen, don’t worry about it. I’m gonna take care of it, okay?” A sudden thought came to him. He tried to fight it off, to resist it, but it was too strong. He looked at her in a different way now. “And hey, Rach? If I help you out here–just how grateful will you be to me? Hmmm?”

Rachel began to cry. Her tears affected him in a way he wasn’t used to, and a part of him felt sorry for what he had said. But it was only a part. For a minute he considered telling her to forget about it. But he didn’t.


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Cindy came home from school several days later to find her father and Raymond waiting for her in the living room. The expression on her father’s face made her turn pale and begin to tremble before a word was spoken.

“Good afternoon, Cindy,” her father said.

“What-what’s wrong, Daddy?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

“You’ve been a very busy girl, Cindy,” her father said.

“Well, I–what do you mean, Daddy?”

“What are you, Cindy?” her father said. “Tell us what you are.”

Cindy swallowed. I’m–I’m a gook bitch and a gook sex slave,” she whispered.

“Say it louder.”

“I’m a gook bitch and a gook sex slave,” Cindy said again.

“You’ve told me that many times, Cindy,” her father said. “And we both know it’s true. But even sluts have limits. Evidently you have not. Even bitches can be taught obedience. I have tried to train you to be obedient, have I not, Cindy? I have put a great deal of effort over the years into instilling that into you, have I not? You have suffered much pain, much torment, much degradation at my hands in that attempt. Evidently it has not been enough.”

Cindy could barely speak. “Daddy, I–I don’t know–I mean, I don’t understand–what–what did–”

“Sit down, Cindy,” her father said. “There is something I want you to see.”

Cindy sat numbly down into a chair as her father picked up the remote control for the TV in the corner of the room. He clicked it on, along with the VCR that sat on top of it, and a tape began to play. When she saw what it was, a sharp, involuntarily scream came from her throat, and she immediately clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle it.

It was, she realized with horror, a tape of her first visit to Jack’s house, when she had approached him with her offer. She recalled all too clearly the security camera he had pointed out to her. The tape was in black and white, and not particularly sharp, but there was no mistaking the fact that it was her, and the sound was clear enough so that she could make out every word. For a moment everything was a blur, her panicked mind unable to focus, to even acknowledge the situation. But then some words came through to her. She heard herself on the tape saying, “If you tell my father about this–if he finds out–he’ll kill me.”

“I especially like that part,” Cindy’s father said. He pressed the rewind button on the remote and reversed the tape for a few seconds, then let it play again. Again she heard herself saying those words.

“So it wasn’t as if you didn’t know exactly what you were doing, was it, Cindy?” her father said.


“Be quiet, Cindy. And watch.” her father said.

Cindy watched. She was trembling quite visibly now. She watched and listened to herself as she made her offer of herself to Jack, as she pressed him when he turned her down, as she tempted and tried to persuade him. And as he finally demanded that she strip for him. And as she did so.

“Oh god, turn it off, Daddy!” she cried finally. “Please!”

“Oh no, Cindy. We’re just getting to the interesting part,” her father said. Raymond was grinning. Cindy closed her eyes.

“No,” her father said sharply. “Keep your eyes open, Cindy. I want you to watch every minute.”

She watched herself strip naked, and a small whimper came from her throat as she saw herself going down on her knees before Jack and taking him in her mouth.

“Oh, you do that so well, Cindy,” her father said as the onscreen blow job went on. “My training has really been effective, I must say. In some ways, that is.”


“Be quiet, Cindy.”

The three of them continued to watch the scene in silence until Cindy, on the screen, swallowed Jack’s sperm and cleaned him off with her tongue. Still her father kept the tape running, until she left the room at Jack’s orders to go and pleasure his partner. Then he turned it off.

“That’s just one of several tapes I have seen, Cindy,” her father said.

“There are others, of subsequent visits. The scene with the dog, I think, is particularly compelling. Shall I play it for you, Cindy?”

Cindy could only shake her head. She was filled with dread, horror and an all-consuming fear. She tried to speak, but her throat was too tight. Her father watched her coldly, her brother grinningly.

“Daddy–” she croaked out finally. “Daddy, I–I was–I had to, how–how did you–”

“How did I find out?” her father said. “Did you really think you could hide this from me, Cindy? I would certainly have known sooner or later, but actually it was your brother who found it out first. However he discovered it, he was wise enough to tell me about it immediately. When he did, some other men and I paid your two friends a visit, and found this interesting evidence, among other things. I’m afraid Jack and Ben will no longer be available for your use, Cindy, or for that of anyone else. They, as well as you, knew that what they did would displease me. Their punishment was swift and final. Yours will not be.”

A brief but terrible moan came from Cindy’s throat. “Daddy–please…it was…I…”

“Your brother has redeemed himself with me by bringing this to my attention,” her father went on. “I had forbidden him any future use of any of the gook females in this house, but as a reward for his diligence I have rescinded that ban. Particularly as it applies to you, Cindy. From now on, Raymond will have unlimited access to you, at any time he wants and for whatever purpose. Is that understood, Cindy?”

Cindy glanced at her brother’s grinning, lust-filled face. “Oh my god!” she whispered. “He–Daddy, he’ll kill me!”

“No, he won’t,” her father said. “He is expressly forbidden to do that. But anything short of that is quite permissible. However, that’s only the beginning, Cindy.”

Cindy strove hard to bring herself under control. She was still shaking badly, and her voice was not steady, but she forced herself to speak.

“Daddy–Daddy, listen,” she pleaded desperately. “I had to do it. It was the only way, Daddy, because Chad was–You told me to keep Chad happy, Daddy, you told me I had to, and that’s what I was doing, because–because Chad wanted me to get him my friends, my girlfriends, and if I didn’t he–he was going to make me–to give me to other guys, to pass me around, and–I had to get them. Daddy, and I couldn’t, it was the only way, I had to keep him happy, Daddy, and you too, because you said I should, and he was going to make me a whore, Daddy, the school whore, and I–Oh god, please, Daddy, I had to do it, please …”

“So you made yourself a whore to keep from becoming a whore, is that it, Cindy?”

“But it would have been worse, Daddy. Chad would have made me do it with everybody, all the guys, and the whole school would–”

“Yes,” Cindy’s father said. “I understand that’s what you were trying to avoid, Cindy. And so that’s just what is going to happen.”

Cindy’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. Reflexively, she shook her head. Sudden tears sprang to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

Her father’s voice was very hard and flat now. “You will drop out of school immediately,” he said. “And for the entire remainder of the term you will spend each school day, all day, in the boys’ room. The same one used by Yellow Piss before she was discovered. But in this case there should be no such trouble, should there, Raymond?”

“Nah,” Raymond said. “With that tape we have of old Trask with Cindy, he’s not gonna make any trouble at all any more. Not for us.”

“Good. Cindy will be at the disposal of any and all white boys who wish to use her. In any way at all. You will charge nothing. No, wait. In that case she would be only a slut, not a whore. You will charge one dollar. Is that clear, Raymond? One dollar.”

“Sure,” Raymond said. “Can they piss on her too? Like Jen–like Yellow Piss?”

“Any way at all, I said, Raymond. There are to be no limits.”

“Daddy–” Cindy choked out. “Daddy, for god’s sake…”

“I want every boy in the school to use her, Raymond. I am sure the word will spread rapidly, but you will do your best to let everyone know that she is available. If there are any boys who don’t want to make use of her, you will do your best to persuade them. Take pictures and show them around. I want everyone to have her. Do you understand?”

“Sure,” Raymond said again. “‘Course there are some guys that are gay, you know? Not much you can do about them.”

“Try,” his father said. “And by the same token there are undoubtedly some female homosexuals who will be interested. Don’t neglect them.”

“How about the teachers?” Raymond asked. “I know some of them would want to get in on it. Just like old Trask.”

“Of course. Any of them who will not make trouble. And Mr. Trask himself, by the way, if he wishes to participate. Why not?”

Cindy was sobbing. “Daddy, please…” she choked out. “Please no. Please. I’ll do anything…”

“Shut up, whore,” her father said.

“One other thing,” Raymond said. “What about this Chad Rosen asshole? He started this whole thing. You want me to kick his ass for him?”

“No,” his father replied. “I have nothing against the Rosen boy. I gave him more or less of a free hand with Cindy, and he merely took advantage of it in a fairly imaginative way, to get what he wanted. I rather admire him for that. In fact, I rather think he and Cindy might have something of a future together–if he is still interested in her after the end of the term.”

Raymond and Cindy both stared at him. Cindy was making little whimpering sounds in her throat, the tears coursing down her face. After a moment she slid from her chair onto her hands and knees and began to crawl across the floor to her father.

“Daddy, please…” she gasped out, placing her cheek against his leg.

“I’m begging you, Daddy, don’t…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’ll do anything to make it up to you…Daddy…don’t do this to me …”

“Raymond,” Cindy’s father said. “Take this gook whore up to her room and hang her up off the floor. You may whip her until I come up, at which point I will take over. After that you may do as you like with her until dinner time.”

“Yes, sir,” Raymond said.


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“I have good news and bad news,” Raymond said to Rachel Harris.

She looked at him apprehensively. “What do you mean?”

“Well, the good news is that those two thugs you told me about are not around any more. They can’t do anything to you now. You can forget them. And that means Chad Rosen doesn’t have a hold on you any more, right?”

Rachel slumped with relief. “Oh god,” she breathed. “That’s great!” Then she stiffened again. “What’s the bad news?”

“Well, you know that tape they made of you? The one that shows you doing all those things and saying how much you love it and all?”

“They made me, for god’s sake! What about it?”

“I have it now,” Raymond said.

“Oh Christ Jesus,” Rachel said.



“I have tapes like that of Armina Banks and Melanie Bryan too,” Raymond said.

“Yeah, well, I don’t think they’ll do you much good,” Rachel said.

“Armina’s moved away, and Melanie’s in some goddam mental institution. That’s what your fucking sister did.”

Raymond shrugged. “That still leaves you,” he said.

“You slimy son of a bitch,” Rachel said. “What do you want?”

“You know what I want, Rach.”

“You want to fuck me. Just like Chad.”

Raymond grinned at her. “Just like Chad,” he said. “Any time I want, any place I want, any way I want.”

Rachel looked like she was going to cry again. But she didn’t. She bowed her head and hugged herself for a long minute, and then she looked up at him again.

“No,” she said.


“No,” Rachel repeated. “I won’t do it. I’ve had it with you guys. If you want to show that tape around, go ahead. You want to send it to my parents? Show it to the whole school in the fucking auditorium? Do it. Fuck you. I’ll take that rather than have to screw you whenever you want, you white filthy piece of shit! What else are you gonna do? Get some more goons to beat me up and rape me? You better have them kill me, ’cause I’ll put your ass in jail so fast you won’t know what hit you! And if you come near me again I’ll do it anyway. You got that?” She was panting hard and almost sobbing, but her eyes blazed and her face was full of fury.

“Well, shit,” Raymond said. “Calm down, for Christ sake. Jesus. What about one time then?”

“What?” Rachel said.

“A compromise,” Raymond said. “You fuck me just one time, real good, and I’ll forget about it. I’ll give you the damn tape, okay? That’s fair, right?”

Rachel stared at him. She almost felt like laughing.

“Okay,” she said finally. “One time.”

“Terrific,” Raymond said.

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Mr. Cohn’s adopted Asian daughter Cindy in the men’s room was even more popular than Jenna Wang had been. Jenna was just another Asian girl, albeit an attractive and sexy one, but Cindy was, or had been, the queen of the school. There were a lot of boys like Chad who resented and disliked her because of the disdain with which she had treated them personally, and there were many more who begrudged her just because of her high position and her generally snobbish attitude. Even those who did not feel that way had long felt that they would love to bring Cindy Cohn down a notch, and had dreamed of doing it by venting their sexual desires on her fine young Asian body. And now they had their chance. All of them. As often as they wanted. And for only a dollar a time.

Day after day, from the beginning of the school day to the end, Cindy lay or crouched or knelt on the hard tiles of the bathroom floor, beset by a never-ending line of white men, who fucked her in her vagina or in her mouth or even in her ass. Sometimes they jerked off on her, and often they pissed on her, and a few actually got off by defecating into her mouth or on her face, but mostly they fucked her. Many times their fucking was accompanied by taunts and jeers. “Not so goddam stuck-up now, are you, you chink bitch?”

“You called me a jerk, Cindy, now this jerk is fucking your ass, you like that?”

“Oh yeah, Miss Chinky, High and Mighty, I’m gonna piss in your face, you bitch!”

Cindy cried a lot, particularly the first few days, but after a while she seemed to run out of tears. But her moans and cries and sometimes her screams were in perpetual supply. Raymond was with her much of the time, monitoring her performance, as was Chad, who had been apprised of the situation by Raymond, at his father’s orders. Every hour or so one of them took her into the shower to clean her up. Even when neither of them was there, Cindy did not dare to try to leave, or to object to anything that anyone wanted to do to her.

Mr. Trask was a frequent visitor. He liked to get to her first thing in the morning, when she was still fresh, and to use her body to take out his anger at her for having secretly taped him. Several of the other male teachers came around, most of them more than once. As Cindy’s father had predicted, a few female students showed up too, but most of them only once; the wildly lustful masculinity in that bathroom was too intimidating. Among them was Norma Veney, who came mainly to gloat.

Cindy was the school’s Asian whore, and everyone knew it.

As the days lengthened into weeks the crowds thinned out a little, but never enough to give her much rest. And each afternoon, when she returned home, bruised, exhausted and aching in every part of her body, her father had her kneel in front of him and bring him off with her mouth while Raymond described the day’s action to him. After which she sucked off Raymond as well. By the time the end of term approached she had become haggard, pale and almost gaunt, a broken shadow of her former self, although her figure was still good enough to keep the boys coming, and her father insisted that she keep up her appearance as best she could, bathing, caring for her hair, making herself up each morning as if for a regular school day. Cindy went through the motions mechanically. Every day she begged her father to bring her ordeal to an end, but with less and less hope as time went on.

At the end of the final day of the term she found Chad waiting at her house along with Raymond and her father. Jenna Wang, as usual at that time of day, was in the kitchen preparing dinner, while Vivi Wang was upstairs doing the cleaning. As always, Cindy was required to suck her white father off, and then her white brother. She finished by doing it for Chad also.

“Now, Cindy,” her white father said when she had finished, “I have invited Chad here in order to make some decisions about your future. Now that you have dropped out of school, you are fit for nothing but to be a gook slave and a whore for the rest of your life. But you cannot continue to be a drain on me, particularly once you have reached your majority. Therefore I have decided at that time to pass you on to Chad here, who appears to be excellent white master-material. And of course I know how fond you are of him,” he added dryly.

Cindy, still on her knees, closed her eyes. Tears came from beneath her lids. She wanted to beg, but she knew it was useless.

“The question, however, is whether young Chad is still interested in you, especially after what he has witnessed during the past few weeks. What do you say, Chad? Would you like to own this sorry little Asian whore for the rest of your life?”

Chad didn’t hesitate. “I would,” he said. “Hell, yes, I most certainly would.”

“Good. Mind you, I would expect you to bring her around for family visits on a regular basis, so that her brother and I can still make use of her when the desire arises.”

“Of course,” Chad said. “That way I’ll be able to use that hoist in her bedroom. Until I can set up one of my own.”

Cindy let out a pitiful whimper and bent over until her head nearly touched the floor, hugging herself in terror and despair.

Her white father smiled.




The End