Duped into Sex Slavery in Asia - Sex Stories

Duped into Sex Slavery in Asia

... very common in the old days...

She saw his black eyes in his mask as he took a position behind to beat her. The sound of the bamboo hitting her buttocks resounded thru the room. Cassie bit her lip in pain and cried out each time he hit her. Each time he hit her, the men could hear the hissing intake of breath from her after the split ends of the bamboo made a wet noise as it marked her flesh. After several blows Cassie began screaming. Hayashi began raining a continuous rain of blows across both butt cheeks.

The blows left both cheeks raw. Apart from her squeals and cries and murmurs from the men in the audience - the only sound was the rapid tattoo of the bamboo as the Red Devil beat her. Each fast, sharp blow made her react. In between squealing, she sobbed uncontrollably to wet her tits with her tears. Hayashi beat her until her flesh was so raw, she wouldn’t be able to wear panties for two days without crying. Finally, he stopped. Her eyes were closed and her chest heaved as she sucked air into her lungs.

“Oh God...Oh GOD,” she babbled.

She shuddered when another slab was added; then gave a strangled cry and fainted. Sato revived her with smelling salts. Hayashi waited a moment and then dumped a sixth slab on her thighs. With 50 kilos (110 lbs.) on her, almost as much as she weighed…the torment was indescribable and she fainted again. Sato had to revive her again. After this, they released her and Sato presented her to the audience. Cassie looked out at the ...

... sea of men. Some had taken off their shirts and tied them around their waists.

She saw that they were covered with tattoos everywhere. When Yakuza men were among their own kind, they often remove their shirts or opened them up and tied them around their waists. This allowed them to display their full-body tattoos to each other. This was one of the few times that Yakuza members displayed their tattoos, as they normally kept them concealed in public with long-sleeved and high-necked shirts. It was a badge of honor.

These were rough men and Sato, holding Cassie by her elbow, turned to her, and said, “Are you ready for me to throw you to the wolves?”

Cassie looked at the hard faces staring at her, groaned, gulped, and closed her eyes. Sato pushed her off the stage and into the clutches of the men closest to her. Over the next hour, they used her like a doll. She was pushed into various positions: on her back, on all fours and standing, holding onto her ankles. Men shoved their cocks into her mouth for her to suck and unceremoniously rammed their dicks into her pussy. In between fucks and gagging on cocks, they worked on her with the Hitachi wand, keeping her on the boil. It was all a blur as they relieved themselves of their lusts, using the slim blonde girl to the fullest.

When they were done, Cassie lay on a table, on her back, staring at the ceiling, her mind a blank. Her thighs opened and closed revealing a rivulets of semen drooling from her swollen, reddened hole. ...