Chapter 3: The Decision on Inheritance
I relaxed on the couch, grabbing some air after experiencing the most thrilling, gratifying, and enjoyable sex I've ever had. I stared down at the Asian slave I had just finished with. An hour ago, her hair and makeup were impeccable, making her stunning. Now, she was a wreck. Her hair was messy with traces of semen and saliva mixed in, her face was covered in a combination of my seed, her spit, and smeared makeup, and her cheek still had a faint red tint from where I'd slapped her. Not to mention her breasts looked tender from the way I handled them, and her bottom looked reddish-purple from my spanking her while fucking her doggy style. And her anus must have been hurting from the sudden intrusion by the white giant inside her.
As the lust in me receded and my head cleared, the gravity of my actions started to sink in. Along with all the repercussions that came with it.
"Go look in the mirror and see what kind of filthy Asian whore you've become," I told her, partly to give her a chance to wash up and also because I needed time to think.
What did I just do? I had just had sex with a sexual slave. Surely, she enjoyed it... but without the ability to voice consent, could this even count as rape? And with the possibility of someone finding out, would getting arrested be a more suitable punishment for this crime?
"So, do you still want to free me, White Master?" She questioned me.
The realization of my actions was starting to dawn on me. If the police discovered my grandfather's harem and observed my recent actions, at best, they'd believe Stella's words about her willing participation, but there's no way the other women wouldn't inform the authorities. They would have undoubtedly heard Stella's piercing screams. If even one of them ratted me out, I'd be done.
I also couldn't forget the two other questions I was still trying to answer: Should I free them if they don't want their freedom? And am I ready to let go of what I've gained?
Stella doesn't seem to want her freedom. Did the others agree? Maybe Asian women are naturally submissive to white men. Does that give me the right to own them? Stella's passionate response definitely made a convincing case.
Plus, having sex that intense every day would be my dream. I could explore any fetish without worrying about anyone finding out. Would giving up the right thing be worth it? I needed to discuss this with Stella again, but this time...keep it PG, so to speak.
Stella returned after around 20 minutes. Totally naked with her makeup redone to her liking, and her silky black hair looking as though she had just stepped out of the salon.
"You're quick," I remarked.
"I wouldn't want to keep my White Master waiting. Would you like to use me again or would you prefer one of your other Asian slaves?" she replied.
Instead of telling her to sit on the couch, I said, "Come here and stay put. That's an order."
She obeyed instantly, kneeling before me in a submissive position. Seeing her naked, kissing the ground while bowing her head made me feel like a powerful conqueror in a faraway land.
"I'll ask you again for honesty. If I contacted the police, all of you would be released. My grandfather is dead. He won't harm you anymore. You could have your old life back." I watched her while she kept bowing. "But would you leave?"
She raised her head and locked her gaze with me.
"Honestly, White Master?" she asked.
"Yes."
"If you called the police, the moment they released me, I'd return to this house, kneel before you, and beg to be your slave again. Being possessed by a White God is the best thing to happen to me. Why would I want to return to my uninspiring life? I had a boyfriend, someone with a minuscule Asian penis. It was only a chore having sex with him. Getting raped by you is a genuine blessing." [r]She made her remarks as she got closer and lay her head before my feet. I considered telling her to leave and sit next to me, but the sight of a naked Asian woman bowing before me made me feel like a king conquering a foreign land, owning all women under me.[r]I wanted to ask her again. "If you were truly given the option, would you rather remain as my slave?" I paused and let her speak.
"Yes, White Master, I would choose to again be your competent Asian slave," she said, still maintaining her position. I thought about instructing her to sit next to me, but when I noticed her kneeling, I considered telling her to get up. "But, with respect, if you would allow me, I'd rather continue serving you, if you'd have me. I've found so much pleasure in your control over me..."Even if she didn't want her freedom, it still raised a question of right and wrong.
Another time, the blatant racism exhibited by the Asian lady left me stunned. It wasn't just shock I felt this time; there was also a small thrill.
"As for the reason I'd want to go back to the strain of being free," she continued, "What's the point in returning to the tension that comes with self-determination? Each day is filled with the worry of paying bills, finding care for a home, managing a mortgage, working to make a living and paying taxes... It's tiresome. Before your grandfather deemed me his possession, I was unaware of my life's goals. It was so demanding. Now I wake up to clear intentions every day. All I have to do is satisfy my White Master. I'm not required to make any decisions. My grandfather, now you, White Master, have made every decision for me."
"This is a lot to eat," I said after she completed her speech. "I need some time to contemplate this."
"Obviously, White Master." Stella replied with her characteristic obedience. Next, she rose, lowered her head with respect towards me, and left the room. I heard a door lock as she retreated back to her room.
I was amazed by how confident she seemed in being happier as a slave than a free person. I pondered upon my former life just days back. I couldn't have imagined that just 48 hours later, I'd be a wealthy man in a sex den under my manor, pondering whether retaining a woman as a slave was the correct course of action.
I leaned back on the couch. Perhaps it was mental weariness from my moral dilemma or possibly because I always get worn out after sex, but as I recalled the events of the day, I became drowsy and slipped into a deep sleep.
I awoke from a deep sleep, bewildered as to my whereabouts. The riches, the exotic women, the power all felt like a dream. Waking up back on the couch, where I'd just fucked my Asian slave's ass, it all seemed unreal.
Checking my watch, I noticed I'd been asleep for a couple of hours. A decision had to be made if I was to determine the fate of each woman in the dungeon. Deciding to let Stella choose who to interact with next, I returned to the control panel and summoned her.
"Are you prepared for round two, White Master?" I heard as the flawless nude lady appeared in my room. Truthfully, I was tempted. Having sex with her overwhelmed me with feelings of power.
"No, I need to discuss my decision with the other ladies too. I summoned you because I wanted you to advise me on which girl to talk to next."
"Well, I'm the eldest," she said with a smirk that implied deviousness, "And you appeared to enjoy my body. But I'd suggest you try your youngest slave, Winnie. Your grandfather described her as... well, amusing..." Stella said, raising her left eyebrow suggestively. "I think you'll enjoy her, White Master."
"OK then, have Winnie brought in." I issued. With a Japanese-style bow, Stella left the room. My mind drifted to how natural it was to command Stella around. It could be because she was so devoted. But my thoughts were interrupted when Winnie entered the room.
Naked from head to toe, exactly like Stella, short hair that was a bit wavy, much thinner than Stella, and shorter as well; if I had not read my grandfather's letter, I would not have anticipated how advanced she was in school.
"You wanted me, White Master?" She asked with a high-pitched voice that was both innocent and timid. Huge contrast from Stella's enticing and tempting voice.
"Yes, Winnie, correct? Please take a seat beside me and prepare for a chat."
"Of course, White Master." She acceded. She snuggled against my arm, and I instinctively wrapped my arm across her shoulder.
"China... China... Chinky..." I stammered. Stunned by how casually these girls used a phrase that, outside the confines of this harem, was foul and offensive. However, as I uttered it, I could feel my manhood awaken in my trousers. Chinky was hardly comparable to the racial slur chink. It almost had a charming, familial ring to it, like a moniker for cherished household pets—exactly what she was. My grandfather's pet. "What do you think about being a slave?" I asked her.
"So what are you trying to say, sir?" She stared at me with confusion in her tilted, young eyes.
"If I were to let you go, how would you feel about it?" I asked again, emphasizing the need for honesty.
"Feel? Who cares about my feelings? I'm just a Chinese plaything for you to play with - your amusement," she said nonchalantly. "Do as you please with me, sir."
I considered her words momentarily. With a heavy heart, I moved my hand from my arm that was hidden behind her back to gently squeeze her breast. She didn't even flinch.
"Would you prefer slavery or freedom?" I inquired further.
"I can't make that choice, sir. You own me. To do as you like." She echoed my statement.
Trying to understand her further, I squeezed her nipple. The sharp pang fired through me as she yelped in discomfort. My cock had never been so hard.
"And if I chose to use you as which ever way I want?" I mused.
"Of course, sir!" She panted hotly. "Your grandfather enjoyed humiliating and degrading me too. I would be your obedient slave girl."
Her words intrigued me. Testing her further, I commanded, "Stand up, slave. Let's see if you're really ready to accept whatever treatment I decide for you."
"Yes, sir," she immediately rose to her feet. "Ready to serve."
"I'd like you to address me as 'White Daddy', not 'Master' from now on. Do you comprehend, slave?"
"Yes, White Daddy. I understand."
She looked at me with a brave smile as my innuendos proved to be arousing. Deciding to escalate, I shifted the conversation into a controversial territory, tossing about racial epithets to heighten the depth of her degradation.
"Now, strip me bare, slave," I shouted at her.
"Yes, White Daddy. Anything for you," she said, remaining determined.
She started lifting off my shirt, then my pants, followed by my shoes. I watched as my erection became evident, and I suddenly suspected my experience with her might not be her first. Then, my underwear came off, and I saw her wide eyes when my manhood made its appearance.
"Yes, White Daddy. You got a big cock. Comes naturally with you being white," she began to mimic the stereotype.
"Yes, you're right. Call me White Daddy as you undress me," I prompted.
Following my orders, she gently tugged off my clothes and started fondling my yellow tits. The sight of her enjoying it motivated me to up the stakes by verbally abusing her.
"Dear slave, suck me now," I demanded.
She obeyed, taking me into her mouth. I enjoyed seeing her struggle as she deepthroated my rod, her makeup running down her cheeks just added to the pornographic show. The whole thing made her look like a broken Chinese prostitute.
"Slave, look at me," I said, forcing her head up, then reached out to smudge her makeup further. "Are you my white slave?"
"I am your slave, White Daddy. I am nothing but a squalid Chinese whore," she concluded perfectly. "Please, fuck me for free, sir."
"I will, my filthy plaything," I replied, gripping her hair again to slam my dick into her throat, pushing her to her limits. Her gagged moans were all I needed to release my tension. Raining full force into her face, I laboured to debase her, wiping my dick on her ruined face, her saliva splattered all over the place.
"White slave girl, do you still want me?" Her eyes were filled with hurt as she artfully played the degraded, insulted role.
"Yes, White Daddy. I belong to no one but you," she showed allegiance. But I was hungry for more.
"What else would you have me do, master?"
"We've only just begun, whore," I said coolly, options forming in my mind. Could this young Oriental resist my advances for long?
While still holding her chin with one hand, I heightened the tension by lifting my other hand up. Making it obvious I was going to strike her. Instead of shocking Stella as I had with the earlier abuse, I wanted to see how my slaves would react when they knew it was coming.
Her gaze followed my hand, realizing what was about to happen. I was surprised when she didn't shield herself or tremble in terror. Witnessing her calmly accepting her fate, I swung my hand down, hitting her with a loud "SMACK" on her face. She fell to the ground, but after a brief moment, she managed to find her way to her knees. Tears welled up in her eyes once more. Her cheek was a bright red.
"Forgive me, White Master! Did I not satisfy you?" she asked teary-eyed, looking directly into my eyes. Despite the guilt these tears should have invoked in me, they had the opposite effect, fuelling my desire.
"You are indeed a disobedient little gook whore," I stated gruffly. However, I offered her a way out by telling her that if she asked for her freedom, she could have it. While I'd previously been convinced fear of me being an abusive chink master would prompt her to beg for her freedom, I found she wasn't so easily defeated.
"I simply exist to bring you, my master, pleasure, White Master."
SMACK! My hand came down without warning this time, landing harder than before on her other cheek. "What did you just call me, you disrespectful yellow whore?" I questioned sternly.
"Forgive me, White Master! I swear I'll be a better chink fucktoy for you!"
I marched over to a chest at the base of the bed and pulled out a wooden paddle. "Obviously, I have to teach some respect into you," I declared, dragging her up by her hair and throwing her onto the bed. As she lay on the bed, her belly pressed into it, an enticing sight of her innocent, young, pale Chinese ass greeted me. It was almost painful to think about inflicting pain on something so sweet, but almost.
"Splay your legs, Chinky," I instructed. Once she had, I used my hand to place my middle finger in her tiny Chinese pussy. It was wet, dripping with arousal. "You clearly like what I'm planning on doing, you masochistic gook slut."
"Please keep making me happy, White Master! It's what I exist for," she said apathetically.
I picked up the paddle, giving it a good swat. "Are you positive you don't wish to be freed from my service?"
"I only exist for you, White Master. Do what you will."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She gasped with each blow. First on the right cheek, then the left. Each response got louder and more like moans. "Beg for your freedom now." However, she never wavered in her response, taking each strike.
"I exist for you, White Master. Use me as you see fit."
This brought my arousal to new heights. "So you truly enjoy this?"
"Of course, White Master. I get off on pleasing you."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ask for my cock," I commanded.
"PLEASE, WHITE MASTER! Let me have your huge white dick!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Louder! The neighbors will hear this!"
"PLEASE RAPIST ME WHITE MAYSTER! I NEED YOUR BIG WHITE DICK!"
Overwhelmed by her desperate pleas, I ripped my manhood from my pants and plunged it into her tight, young pussy. She cried out sharply, but also gasped in pleasure, encouraging me to fuck her harder. The sensation of her tight, yellow pussy gripping my dick stole my breath, I couldn't quite tell if it was tightter than Stella's ass or this young pussy.
"GOOD GIRL! FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE THE ASIAN WHORE YOU ARE!" she shrieked, quivering with pleasure at the ferocity of my thrusts. She screamed racial slurs, presumably because she thought it would make her more aroused.
I removed my cock from her body, seized her hair and forcibly yanked her head back. Her body was extremely supple, no doubt a result of Stella's regular upkeep. Leaning in, our lips met briefly in a lip lock. She expressed delight with a moan, and I withdrew.
"Do you desire me to continue penetrating your vagina?"
"Yes, White Father! I requisite your penis in me."
SMACK! Another vicious blow on her buttocks. By this point, her bottom had a stunning crimson hue. I was conscious that additional blows might result in bruises.
SMACK!
"Do you long for your liberty?"
"My existence is yours, White Father! Command me as you deem fit." She moaned instinctively.
With that idea in mind, I made the decision to violate her most intimate orifice. Once more, I inserted my penis into her enticing vagina to grease it, then withdrew and positioned it at the entrance of her anus.
"Prepare yourself, my dearest, for your most intimate opening to be invaded by your White Father." I joked.
"Certainly, White Father! All my orifices are at your disposal for you to utilize." She responded, her voice almost pleading.
As such, I promptly took action. Without further ado, I leaned forward and entered her rear exit with one swift movement. I slowly plunged myself into her, reaching my maximum depth. She uttered moans and shrieks as I did so. I paused for a moment to relish the sensation of being buried within her, savoring the feeling of exerting my dominance.
"Fuck, yes, White Father. Fuck your Asian whore!"
Not wishing to delay, I rapidly thrust in and out of her anal opening. At first, I went at an easy pace, appreciating the firm grip she had on me, before increasing the speed. Her anus caressed my penis, and I understood I was drawing close to an imminent climax. I removed myself to the dismay of the woman in front of me, pick her up, and tossed her onto the bed.
Weighing roughly ninety pounds, dirtying her surface simply reinforced her status as a mere plaything for me. Manhandling her over onto her back, I gripped her ankles without mercy and forced them over her head. Understanding, she obstructed her ankles behind her skull (another feat of her impressive flexibility), and appeared at me with teary eyes and a visage of a thoroughly used prostitute.
Aligning my cock, I once more entered her anal opening.
"Yes, White Father! Deeper!" Her cadence resonated with desire.
SLAP! I delivered another whack to her face. SLAP! Each time I smacked her, I detected her anus tightening around my member, prompting me to grow increasingly aroused.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! She was on the verge of climaxing. She groaned loudly and began speaking rapidly in Chinese.
"Cao wo! Cao wo! Cao wo!" I recognized from my time in the Far East that this meant "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Nonetheless, I decided now was an opportune moment to push her even further.
I wrapped my hand around her neck with enough force to constrict her windpipe. Then, to emphasize my anger as my pace escalated inside her anus, I spit in her face. "Refrain from uttering that derogatory Orient language in my presence without being prompted!" I growled, accentuating my temper by furiously humiliating her in the bed.
She attempted to answer, but her choking rendered her silent.
I eased off in response, and she gasped for air.
I was convinced I had succeeded in breaking her. Lost in her sexual ecstasy, her thoughts often became muddled. "One final opportunity. Would you welcome freedom?" I inquired.
She clamoured in response, precisely on the brink of orgasm, "NO! I endeavor to serve you as my White Father! AHH! I yearn to be breached daily! OHHH! YES!!!! Breach me, White Father!"
I relished her climax while plundering her anus. Then, distinguishing that my climax was nearing, I swiftly removed myself. The fury from her yanks on her hair, I ejaculated into her throat.
After ejaculating, I stretched out, satisfied.
One step closer to my collection of slaves. Achieving two, I contemplated the next one to claim.
"Deemed you are my latest servant from now on," I remarked proudly. "I knew I could demolish you."
"Certainly, White Father. I am yours."
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