Duped into Sex Slavery in Asia - Sex Stories

Duped into Sex Slavery in Asia

... everyday deprived her of real human contact, so any attention was better than none. Whatever feelings she had about him became distilled into “worshipping” him as her boss. It was the old Stockholm Syndrome: the paradoxical, psychological phenomenon where hostages come to have empathy and positive feelings towards their captors.

And she discovered that she could best express her feelings when she was in his bed by giving him a great blow job. Cassie had become a master at sucking cock. The payoff, when the man dumped his load in her mouth, had become a treat for her; the reward for a job well done. One night she gave Sato a simply exquisite blow job. She licked his anus and his nuts and laved his cock with wet love. She used her tongue to tantalize him and then sucking and jerking him off, she made him have a spectacular cum. Sato was in heaven. When he came hotly in her mouth he felt his whole soul had spurted thru his penis.

Afterwards, he even cuddled with her, but she made the mistake of trying to kiss him. This was a no-no. He got angry with her and told her that she should never put her “dirty” mouth on his. Not a mouth that had been where hers had been.

“Never put your mouth on my mouth. You have a dirty mouth, whore!”

Cassie was hurt emotionally. She went from enjoying his affectionate snuggling to having him kick her out of bed to sleep on the floor, like a dog. A metaphor for what had happened to her since her vacation in Bangkok went awry. However, ...

... it was part and parcel of the hard life she had been sentenced to. The one bright spot was that she came to be close to the other girls in his stable. They were the only friendly faces in her world.

Greta and Vickie were her closest allies, but she liked Carol, the plump American redhead. Jillian, the English girl, was hard to get to know. She was more closed off and only Greta had any real contact with her. As the months wore on, Cassie realized that the girls would talk about what happened at the Plank, as they were all bound next to each other. But they were reticent to talk about the parties and the “special customers.” Cassie, after Endo and Tanaka’s party, understood. It was just too shaming and embarrassing.

Some of the customers who took Cassie to a private room truly disgusted her too. There was the older accountant, a Mr. Kichida, who liked to jerk off on her face. After that, he wanted to have Cassie kneel before him, open her mouth, take his piss directly from his cock and then swallow. The piece de resistance of his sessions was for him to defecate a turd onto a plate and then have Cassie lick the turd, getting it wet with her saliva.

She was not to score the turd with her teeth or bite it, just get it shiny with her saliva. He liked to have a whore taste his shite. The first session with Kichida did not go well. Cassie was reluctant to put her mouth on his shit, but he had paid and she didn’t want to incur Sato’s wrath. But she didn’t vomit after she’d ...