Twenty-eight days.
Jake Maxwell knew that he had spent twenty-eight days in his cell because there were twenty-eight shallow vertical hash marks in the wall right next to where he laid his head. He put one there each night after his evening meal. An evening meal that consisted of white rice and two flavorless dumplings.
It had been one flavorless dumpling up until a week ago. He'd bargained his way up to two, and certainly not by appealing to the humanity of his stone-faced guards - men so filled with nationalistic zeal and anti-American hatred that they looked at him like some sort of bug. No, he had managed to convince Seong-ja, his short and busty female captor, that he needed more food in his meals.
How?
Not by saying I'm six-foot-four and an athlete, I need more calories or I'll waste away - I'm a foot taller than most of the midget runts in this malnourished shithole, though he certainly felt like doing so. He was angry, totally outraged, at being held without trial for nearly a month… but he liked his balls, and he wasn't too eager to have a car battery attached to them for a special conversation.
It was his great fortune and misfortune, both at once, that Seong-ja also liked his balls. His big, fat, American balls. And the long, thick dick attached to them. And as dehumanizing as it was to act as a sort of international dildo for this sex-crazed Korean woman, he identified quickly that it was the only way that he was going to get enough food to avoid starvation. Avoid starvation… and maybe find a way to get out of this place, and show that little bitch a thing or two about American vengeance in the process.
Twenty-eight days. Fifty-six servings of white rice and unseasoned dumplings filled with flavorless mystery meat and scallions. And plenty of hookups with Seong-ja. It happened the same way every time. He would hear the approach of light footsteps in flats - the quick footsteps of someone small. Then, a burst of conversation from outside of his door, always in Korean, always incomprehensible to him. The guard would enter his cell, order him to rise, and shackle his ankles and wrists. He would then leave, and Jake would hear his heavier footsteps moving down the hall. Usually about forty footsteps - he counted them, trying to get a mental picture of the layout of the place.
Then, his door would open… and Seong-ja would come in, always wearing the brown, militaristic uniform of the North Korean Cultural Affairs division. She was always very prim, very reserved… until the door was shut behind her. Then, her face would turn into a sinister smile, and the questions would begin in broken english that would have been endearing in a different situation.
So, where you want to fuck today, white American? This gook need lots of cum!
He didn't want to call her racial slurs, but she insisted, saying he didn't fool her , that she knew all Americans were violent and hated Korean people, that they all called them gooks and chinks and slant-eyes and slopes; every white man was a barbarian who wanted only to rape lots of Korean women.
She saw him as something animalistic, getting satisfaction from his penis the same way a farmer might get meat or dairy from livestock. And when he agreed with her, and acted as she expected, things went easier for him. That was the hell of it. He was no racist, no fuck-crazed animal. But that's what she'd been told, and denying it was denying the teachings of her government. Push back too hard and there were reprisals. One day, after about a week of captivity, he refused to interact with her or even look at her, made no effort to fantasize to get his cock hard, he refused to engage with her at all.
His reasoning was that it was inhumane, what she was doing; as hot a piece as she was - she had huge tits and a thick, cock-swallowing ass bolted on to that 4'9" frame of hers - but he wasn't just some sexual puppet that would dance for her amusement. He hadn't given her the satisfaction of a hate-fuck that night, and she'd contented herself with rubbing her phat pussy mound on his half-hard cock until she came.
The next day, when he expected her to visit, she was nowhere to be found. Instead, a man he'd never seen before arrived in his room. He had a black hat and a black suitcase; his face was like a brick that had learned to sneer.
"Seong-ja says you are not cooperating."
"No. This isn't right. I committed no crime." He had been rehearsing exactly what to say if given the chance. "I won't… do what she wants. Not until-"
"That is most unwise," the man said, and he opened his suitcase. Jake would never forget what was inside - a rag, a claw hammer, and a jar of teeth. Human teeth. The image of them would be burned into his head for eternity if he survived; if he didn't he would take it to his grave.
"Wait," he said.
"There is nothing more to discuss," the man said. "If you will not do as Seong-ja asks… your 'alternative sentence' will begin." The men stepped forward either side of him and reached down to hold his head fast and tilt it upward. His wrists and ankles were still tightly bound. "We'll start with the canines first," the man said. "Then, the incisors, I think." He picked up the claw hammer, reversing it so the nail-pulling side was angled toward Jake. "You'll be my first American set."
"No! I'll do it!" Jake said, instantly. The words were out of his mouth in microseconds. He felt a twinge of dying pride, but if any of his macho friends claimed they would do differently, they were welcome to fucking change places with him. He'd refused her partially as a test to see how much leverage he had… and he'd gotten his answer. It was the tale of Scherezade, except instead of telling a thousand stories - he was providing a thousand good dickings.
"Tell her I'll do it. Tell her - I'm sorry. I'll do whatever she wants." He wanted to make sure the message was very clear, and his dentist appointment very canceled. And to his immense relief - his heart had been just about to burst from his chest - a nod was given, the grip on his head was loosed, and the man in black rose, replaced the hammer, and closed his suitcase with real regret. He had a pin on his lapel - a hammer, sickle, and brush on a shield.
It all came around full-circle to his extra dumplings. When he'd needed extra food, he hadn't said 'give me more food or I won't fuck'. He'd said that he was a hungry white barbarian and he needed energy to plow gook pussies. He told Seong-ja he needed extra rations to cook up the big loads of virile American semen she liked so much. Thick as jelly. And that explanation hadn't made her angry. Rather, she'd licked her lips with anticipation.
"I swear to god, you bitch… when I get out of this… you're going to be sorry," he whispered to himself, turning on his bunk. His feet hung off the end - it was too small for him. Just another in a long line of indignities. He judged that soon, he'd be hearing the footsteps that signaled her regular arrival, the one break from utter monotony during his days, and he examined his feelings.
He felt… relief. Even anticipation. That was the hell of it. In order to survive… he'd trained himself to like it. And the truth was… Seong-ja's tight, tiny Korean pussy was the most dick-draining suck-sleeve he'd ever shoved his cock into! Her tits were massive, verging on indecent. And her ass. Her ass! Sometimes he dreamed through the night, just of different angles of her thick, wide, cock-crushing shitter . Those pantyhose-ripping ass globes, the flesh pouring through his fingers, spreading wide to reveal her sweat-sparkling, cock-hungry anus and then clapping back together… it would be pure denial to say he didn't like it.
"Fucking fat-assed little runt," he grumbled. Little remarks like that were the only revenge he had; she was holding all the cards. He rose groggily from his bunk, tilting to a sitting position, raising his hand to rub the stubble on his chin. He was allowed to shave only with supervision. The ritual began as it had every other day since his captivity started. An exchange of Korean from outside of his door, the entrance of the male guard to apply shackles to his hands and feet, always wordlessly.Then, an exit for the guard, those retreating steps… and-
CLICK. Creak.
"Big white American donkey dick!" Seong-ha purred, stepping into the room with her shoes in one hand and a riding crop in the other. The riding crop was something she used to give him little whacks now and then to secure his cooperation with whatever sex act she wanted to engage in next; the similarity of her treatment of him to that of an animal was not lost on Jake. On this day, her hose-clad feet were pattering soundlessly on the cell floor. They were tiny - one of her most graceful features - and on some days she enjoyed using them to fondle his shaft and balls, pressing them between her toes and rolling them in her arches. She was exquisitely talented at it, and it always succeeded in getting him hard for another round.
"Lay on back," she ordered, and Jake dutifully tilted over and lay on his bunk. She approached and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his simple prison pants, pulling them down over his flat pelvis and hip bones that had grown slightly more gaunt in the prior weeks. Her eyes fixated on the sleeping, flopping length of cockmeat that was draped against his thigh. Even flaccid it looked as thick as her graceful arm. He could smell the scents that he now associated most closely with her - the subtle shampoo and perfume she used, and the scent of her eager pussy, which was always wet on arrival and ready to take as much dick as her tiny frame could manage.
She lifted his cock and then pressed her nose against it and sniffed, seeming to love the musky scent of it. "You dream last night? Dream of plunder and rape Korean girls and paint our yellow skin white?" She stroked him and gave him a sly look that said: We both know what you think about in the darkest parts of your mind, my American friend. Americans only care about fucking innocent Korean women with their big, bestial dicks. Our leader said so, and everyone knows it. If I wasn't in here, keeping you at bey, you'd be out raping Korean girls right now!
"Yes," Jake said, automatically. Seong-ja smiled, and lifted his cock up before laying it on his belly - it was so long that the tip nearly reached his belly-button. Then, she slid on top of him, settling one of her amazing, round butt-cheeks on each side of his shaft, keeping her back to him as she slowly gyrated her hips and rubbed her pussy and asshole on the protruding column of his dick. Jake let out a moan - he couldn't help it. He could feel the heat of her wet pussy through her sheer pantyhose. She wore no underwear beneath her smart, military skirt - not when visiting him, at least.
"You want to rape me now," she purred, and wiggled her bottom on top of his cock, squeezing him with the pressure of her ass as it mounded in fleshy globes atop his pelvis. "Rape me and slap me and fill me with lots of thick cum." She ran the tip of the riding crop down up his thigh and then gave his balls the lightest of little slaps - enough to sting a little. Jake brought in a harsh breath. He was used to this sort of foreplay; she loved to tease him, talking about what he would do to her until he was rock hard and could stand it no more. The flashes of anger in his eyes at her dehumanizing statements only seemed to encourage her; she had a keen instinct when it came to priming his pump, stirring his emotions, and ensuring that that the resulting hate-fuck would be as intense as possible.
"You thinking about being inside my ass?" she whispered, slapping his balls with the riding crop, a little harder this time. "Pumping big American load deep after I ride?" Slap. She knew just where to make it hurt a little, but also stimulate. "Ooh!" she teased, looking back over her shoulder at him. "Big white cock jump when I hit your balls!"
Jake bit his lip. "You… gook whore!" he grunted, eyes shut. This was permitted, it was what she wanted , and expected to hear. "I'll… fuck your ass until it breaks!" He squirmed a little underneath her, she rubbed her asshole all over his dick - he could feel the slightly-raised rim of her amazing pucker sliding up against the protruding bulge of his urethra, even through her pantyhose, which he expected she would peel off or rip open shortly.
Eyes still shut, he prepared himself. Now, she would start sucking his cock and begging him to degrade her, licking his balls, taking his first load on her face or in her mouth, swallowing every drop. Thanking him sarcastically for the thick load (thick as jelly!) as if he was some sort of foreign food dispenser. It had been that way for weeks. And her throat game was so good, he couldn't stop himself from busting down her throat if he tried.
All of this, Jake was prepared for. Routine wasn't necessarily bad; if he learned a routine well enough, he might be able to spot vulnerability, or a chance to escape. But before Seong-ja could shift position and start orally pleasuring his cock, something happened that wasn't in the script. He heard more footsteps in the hall, moving quickly, almost urgently. Short, quick footsteps. Someone fairly small, but that didn't mean much - because of the nutritional problems in the country, there were a lot of small North Koreans.
It was the first time that he'd ever heard any noise from the hall outside his cell while Seong-ja was inside. Ever. She always sent the other guards away. He'd never heard so much as a footstep or a sneeze when they were together. So already, this was something new. And that wasn't all.
More importantly, he watched the reaction of his beautiful, cock-hungry captor and saw a look of confusion and surprise.
She isn't expecting this , Jake realized. She doesn't know who it is.
He allowed himself to hope, he couldn't help it. As the footsteps approached, his mind filled with fantasies. A harried North Korean official would burst into the cell. He would tell Seong-ja that the game was up, that the American government was asking questions, that it would be an international scandal of North Korea was discovered taking prisoners for sex. That the man was to be released at once, and she would be punished and demoted for her depraved actions, which were an embarrassment. This scenario whipped through his mind in microseconds.
Please , Jake thought. Please, please, please , get me out of here.
The footsteps arrived at the door, and Jake heard keys rattling and some low muttering. Seong-ja was off his lap quickly, but there was no way she could hide the fact that she had BDSM paraphernalia in hand and his fat cock was out of his pants.
If this new arrival has a key, that means they're someone in charge , Jake reasoned. He yelled inside his mind. Catch her in the act! Take her away! She's crazy!
The door opened. At first, Jake saw only a silhouette against the hallway, and then his eyes adjusted. It was a short figure, with a long, waist-length fan of straight black hair. A thin waist. Enormously wide hips. A tight, black military-style officer's uniform, complete with epaulets and a grimmed cap that evoked a rather fascist tone. She had an eye patch over her right eye, but it didn't diminish her beauty any - she had the same perfect, milky complexion as Seong-ja. She was holding a black duffel bag in one hand and a keyring in the other.
Jake was completely confused. His would-be rescuer was… another shortstack Korean woman? One with muscled legs in tight black stockings that emerged thickly from beneath her high skirt; one with breasts that seemed just as big, if not bigger, than her counterpart. The two women glared at each other from across the room, their eyes narrowing… and instantly started to yell at each other in Korean, and point accusing fingers.
Jake understood perhaps one word in twenty, but his hopeful imagination filled it in. The woman with the eyepatch was yelling and pointing, and gestured toward him angrily. You're under arrest , he hoped she was saying. And the prisoner will be released at once! This is an international embarrassment-
"-and you thought you could keep him all to yourself?" the woman with the eyepatch cried, speaking in sharp Korean. "You have always been too ambitious! But I'm higher rank than you, and you cannot cut me out!" She gestured toward Jake, who looked up at her hopefully, then furrowed her brow. "Does he understand our language?"
"No," Seong-ja replied. "He is a stupid foreigner ! And he's my business, Eun-sook! This is typical of you. You always wanted to play with my toys, even when we were young!"
Eun looked at Seong-ja skeptically. "I'm a member of the Secret Police," she said, icily. "So everything is my business, even when it's not!" She pointed to the pin on the lapel of her military jacket, which featured a hammer, brush and sickle - a design that the prisoner would recognize. "Now, respect the rank and give your report!"
Seong-ja balled her fists cutely, looking somewhat frustrated and vulnerable, in contrast to her usual authoritative demeanor. "So bossy! If you can't respect me because of my lower rank - can't you at least respect me as your younger sister?" She leaned forward, not backing down, and after a moment, Eun mirrored her pose, leaning back so they were almost nose to nose!
"If you're my sister, act like it!" Eun cried. "And share with me as you always had! When we were girls, we had nothing but each other. And it is cold of you to shut me out!" Her one visible eye softened. "Can it not be how it was? I don't want to use my authority against you… if I don't have to."
Jake watched as the argument between the two women proceeded. He had no idea what they were saying. He'd heard a word that he thought meant 'foreigner', and not much else. But it looked promising - the two severe, gorgeous Korean females were at odds, it seemed likely that Seong-ja was getting in trouble for her crimes. Now, they were going nose to nose, their voluptuous bodies mirroring each other, their eyes (or in the case of the new arrival, eye) filled with acrimony.
Arrest her , Jake thought. It was almost as if he was trying to beam the idea into the mind of the black-clad woman. Arrest her. Let me go. Send me back to China. I don't care. Arrest her! Arrest this crazy woman!
The pause in their argument, and the ensuing staredown, was driving him crazy! Why wasn't anything happening!? He couldn't understand, and it was too much to bear. He began to mutter 'arrest her' under his breath, over and over again, as if giving it voice would somehow help.
"Arrest her," he breathed. "Arrest her. Do it. Come on. Come on come on come on come on!" His eyes flitted back and forth over them, and a feeling of doubt began to creep into his stomach. Her uniform, so dark and sinister, featured the same pin as the man who had been present for his unscheduled and unwanted 'dental appointment'. She looked like a spook.
Shut up. No negative thoughts. Now she's going to take Seong-ja into custody. The duffel bag is filled with my belongings - torn apart and searched by the border agents but mostly still intact. She'll take Seong-ja into custody and then walk me to the exist, put me on a truck headed toward the Chinese border, and that will be it.
"Arrest her," he croaked, hoping it would spur them to action. Their conversation had turned to whispers, their faces just inches apart. And then…
And then…
Jake watched wide-eyed as the two gorgeous asian girls pressed their faces together in a sloppy, wet, tongue-sucking, lip slurping kiss.
"No!" he cried, sitting up on his bunk. His ankles were still shackled, as were his wrists behind his back. "No! What are you doing! Arrest her! ARREST HER!" He cried it so loud that his voice was hoarse. His eyes were unblinking, he could barely believe what he was watching. Being captured had been surreal enough… now, somehow , he was watching a nasty makeout session between two thick, short-stack Korean bitches!
It was the lewdest, nastiest lesbian kiss he'd ever seen. They breathed wetly on each others' faces, they sucked long tongues like they were miniature cocks. They mashed their faces together hungrily and without any restraint. Their small hands groped for tits and asses. They let spit drip from one mouth to the other and swallowed it hungrily. They licked cheeks and nostrils and earlobes. Fat bridges of saliva formed and broke between their mouths as they moaned and devoured each other.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" Jake couldn't help but yell. His heart had dropped into his stomach; his dreams of escape had been dashed in a frenzy of lesbian action. For the first time, both women seemed to acknowledge him, ceasing their long and lewd kiss to turn toward him.
"Big donkey dick white man," Seong-ja purred. "This is Eun-sook. Sister." And as if to illustrate their closeness, she gave her counterpart a slap on the bottom, making it jiggle enticingly, and drawing a giggle.
Sister.
Looking at the two of them together, the family resemblance was obvious. They were both short, compact, and their bodies were sexual explosive. Their faces were quite close in appearance and complexion, except of course for Eun's eye patch, which Jake couldn't help but feel gave her an exotic, dominatrix-type vibe. It seemed too absurd to be true… but there was no denying it. He was looking at two sisters. And they were looking at him like meat.
I'm screwed , Jake thought. I'm totally fucked .
What happened next would have been one of the best experiences of his life in any other circumstance. The two women peeled out of their authoritarian uniforms together, giving him a nasty strip-show. Eun removed her cap to let loose the full bounty of her long, silky black hair - god, how he would have loved to bury his face in it if we weren't a prisoner - and then unbuttoned her black jacket and skirt, letting them fall away to show off the lewdest of lingerie - a slingshot bikini style that barely covered her huge tits in a ribbon down the middle of each breasts, digging into the flesh and hiding no detail of her fat nips.
"Fuck," Jake blurted. He couldn't help it. Seong-ja's sister Eun was built like a brick shithouse . Her body still had a pleasing smoothness on the surface, but just below all of that perfectly-complexioned skin was an obvious layer of muscle, complete with the ghost of a six-pack of abs, glutes that made her bottom bubble-round and pelvis-breakingly thick, a trim waist and absolutely gorgeous back definition. This was the sort of physique Jake had been used to seeing on the best and most athletic female gymnasts he'd worked with. And to have it come complete with huge tits, monster ass-cheeks? It seemed too hot to be real.
"He looks angry," Eun said. "But he is big… like you said."
Jake blinked. Eun's English was much better than Seong-ja's, and the one-eyed woman must have seen his startlement all over his face, for her mouth turned up into a sadistic smile.
"I know your language," Eun said. "My sister was in communications. I was in security. Secret police." She walked forward in her semi-nakedness and Jake had the pleasure of seeing her muscles move with every step. Her thighs were like slabs. He imagined if she wrapped those around his head and squeezed, small stature or no, she could squash his head like a melon. He swallowed thickly.
"Every day I listened to American tourist phone calls," she taunted. "You are all a bunch of pigs who say bad things about our supreme leader and wish to return to your land of plenty so you can fill your fat bellies!" She pointed an accusing finger. "And your American media and movies, the contraband you bring, filled with so much violence, lewd things and subversive messages! Your big white dick has grown fat and long from being fed too many images of sex!"
Jake wondered what movies she'd been watching. His eyes shifted to the duffel bag she'd brought with her. It seemed very heavy, very full, with irregularly-shaped objects poking into the sides from within. He found himself dreading what was inside it… and he was about to find out.
Eun gestured for Seong-ja to help, and together they squatted down next to the black duffel, unzipping it. The view of their big, round ass-mounds bubbling outward in those squatting positions was almost enough to make him blow in his pants; he could see the difference in their physiques as they rummaged. They were both compact, but Seong-ja was smoother and more petite, her thick thighs and ass, and huge boobs, tapered away in size. Eun, on the other hand, was carved out of wood. He could see her shapely back muscles flexing beneath her skin in a big, wide plate. Her biceps were larger and her shoulders too. Like a bodybuilder, except without the vascularity and unnatural, ill-fitting size that so often accompanied that hobby. His eyes especially fixated on her bottom. He guessed that if he took a running start and swung a length of bamboo at Eun's ass, the bamboo would splinter. That slingshot bikini already looked like it was on the verge of tearing!
He had no idea what they were about to produce from that bag - and, as it turned out, after the first item, he would see no more.
Eun turned to him with a black velvet bag. "Contraband," she said, and rose, walking toward him. Seong-ja also rose, holding a black ball-gag.
"Contraband," she repeated.
The gag went in his mouth, the bag went over his head… and everything was dark.
"Now, let's see this big, white cock!"
"Gllnnngh," Jake said. It was, of course, all he could say. He'd been gagged and dragged to a new cell - not by the two petite women but by a procession of unseen soldiers and guards who worked in tandem to drag him through the halls. He'd been in the dark, totally disoriented. and now found himself naked, chained to a crosspost with manacles at the points of an X… and under the total control of two perverse and hungry North Korean women.
The bag was removed and there was a crashing return of light. His new cell was four times as large, restrained near the back of it. It was not a cell at all; there was a drain on the floor and stains on the cement.
This is where it happens , he thought. This is where they take the uncooperative prisoners to get their balls electrocuted.
His eyes focused on his captors. The two women had changed into fetishistic uniforms. Seong-ja was dressed only in a black thong and corset, her breasts pouring out over the tops, as well as black latex boots and gloves - her thick ass and thighs seemed to be fighting a battle with her clothing and winning, exploding out in all directions. In her hand she was wielding a riding crop. She stood in an identical pose to Eun, who was in her secret police officer's cap, lewd slingshot bikini, and thigh-high boots, and also carrying a riding crop.. The eye patch was the final dominatrix touch. Two different flavors of sadistic, horny Korean barbecue. Next to the sisters, on a long and flat table, were posed an assortment of BDSM implements, from manacles to masks to ropes.
Contraband , Jake thought.
They approached him in unison. Unable to move, harshly tied into his spread-legged standing position, Jake could only tremble as they ran the cold leather of the riding crops over his muscled chest, circling his nipples, then down the twin gutters of his iliac to prod at his penis. The air was slightly chilly and their hot breaths came out as visible steam in the sterile and antiseptic concrete room, which had only one door in and out. The lights overhead were harsh fluorescents.
They looked up at him coquettishly as they teased him all over, giggling with each other and exchanging phrases in Korean. Seong-ja purred as she pressed the flat of her crop into the furrow of his balls, drawing a wince. "See? Biggest white cock," she assessed, pressing her body against his, letting him feel the squish of her breasts. She looked to her sister, as if she was giving the new arrival a tour of her prized possession. "Lots of cum!"
"You fuck my sister with this big white cock?" Eun purred, pressing against his opposite side with her compact, powerful body. "You stretch her out?" She reached up to nibble his ear, and Jake shuddered. "I bet you feel like a big American stud, turning the cunt of a Korean girl into the shape of your big dick?" Her teeth closed around his earlobe and Jake jerked his head away… but that wasn't all that jerked. His cock was twitching like crazy, unable to resist the attentions of the two supernaturally-gorgeous, short-stack asians!
"We treat you like animal," Seong-ja said. "So you fuck us like animal." She brought back her hand and gave Jake's hip a slap with the riding crop. He winced. Eun mirrored the blow, and they giggled at his discomfort. The skin where they'd delivered the sharp strikes was blushing red. They started in again, and delivered measured, stinging blows to his chest, his nipples, his biceps, his thighs. Through it all, Jake struggled against his bonds more and more, his muscles bulging as his skin reddened… and his cock went from half-hard to a jutting, throbbing monster with a fat pearl of pre-cum sizzling in the pisshole. The more discomfort he showed, and the more erect his cock became… the more they giggled.
It got to the point where Jake's body was soaked in sweat and he'd started to thrust his hips with every stinging impact of their crops. His hands were clenching with each blow, too - filled with the subconscious desire to grab them. Jake realized that his prior disciplined thoughts of escape were being shuffled to the back of his mind, made dim, replaced by the bright, acute, immediate desire to fuck both of them into a coma.
He told himself to get it together. Told himself that being their plaything was only his subterfuge, an unwilling act that might provide a chance to escape… but it only helped a little. And the terrible thing was - it seemed that the girls could sense his growing loss of control.
"Ooh, look how much it's leaking," Eun purred, lifting his balls with the end of her riding crop. Jake groaned through his gag and a hot lance of pre-cum slid from his pisshole and dripped down to the floor as she put pressure on his ballsack. "Just an animal who likes to fuck!"
The two shared a nod, and returned to the table where the BDSM paraphernalia and Eun's duffel bag were waiting. They reached inside the black bag and pulled out something that looked like incense burners with short candles at the center. There were two of them, intricately carved, and the candles looked black. The girls placed them at the far ends of the table, leaning over to do so and presenting him with a stunning view of their thick bottoms, and Eun then produced matches, passing one to her sister. They lit both burners.
At first, Jake smelled nothing. But then, something crept over in his direction that made him feel strange and lightheaded. An intoxicating, agitating scent that made him sweat even more than he already was. The aroma was exotic… and the two girls were leaning their faces right to the candles, inhaling the smoke directly!
Contraband. Whatever they were huffing, it sure as shit wasn't incense and peppermints.
When they turned back toward him, he saw that their legs were trembling, their faces were slack and their eyes rolling. They were moaning, panting… blowing huge gouts of smoke from their mouths, like stoners who had just finished enormous bong hits. Their eyes were half-lidded. And… their pussies were absolutely soaked! Seong-ja's panties were plastered with wetness and it was running down her thighs. And Eun's lewd, camel-toe-creating slingshot bikini seemed to be leaking her juices out of both sides, and down the insides of her muscled thighs… which were coated with a wet sheen!
Whatever was in those candles, it was a hell of an aphrodisiac. Probably what Kim Jong-un uses to get it up , Jake thought crazily, his heart beating a mile a minute.
They put their faces inches from the burning candles, inhaling, and then moved gracefully toward him like wraiths, moving in and around the lazy coils of smoke that were filling the air. Eun reached him first, making electric eye contact as she stood on her tippy toes and grabbed his head, her fingers tangling in the sweaty hair on the back of his neck, pulling him down as she pressed her face up and her full, soft lips against his.
A deep, aggressive kiss. Smoke, pouring down his throat. Jake almost immediately began to feel dizzy. The smoke had a tart, fruity edge on top of its herbal flavor; he had smoked hookah before during his time in Asia, and that was the closest thing to what he was experiencing. He felt the smoke pushing into his lungs, prying open his capillaries, doing to his body what it had done to theirs. She broke the kiss after exhaling, saliva connecting their lips in a glistening silk strand before breaking. Jake coughed and sputtered, blowing twin streams out of his nose. His eyes were watery.
He barely had time to pause before Seong-ja gave him a smoke-filled kiss as well, lingering in front of him in all of her short-stacked grabbability, stretching up on the absolute points of her feet to make their faces touch. Again his lungs were filled, and again he coughed. He was still recovering and regaining his breath when he heard them start to coo and chatter in Korean… and the leather of their riding crops prodding at his dick.
Jake looked down at himself in a daze. That the candles were some sort of secret eastern aphrodisiac could scarcely be doubted; his penis was rock hard and almost seemed to be throbbing; the veins on the shaft had a taut quality that made them stand out more than usual. He couldn't be sure but it actually seemed larger . As he watched, eyes wide, a burst of pre-cum started to leak from his tip in a steady ebb, trailing glistening, cloudy-white fluid down to the floor… as if his cock couldn't hold any more cum, and the excess was being forced out the tip! Sure enough, his balls felt heavy and swollen and seemed to be almost pulsating with virility inside of his sack.
And that wasn't the end of the physical effects. His nerves were tingling and he felt tense. Being tied up had been stifling before, now it was maddening . He looked at the two women and didn't see adversaries or captors to outsmart… he saw tits and ass and Asian sex meat . More than ever, and to the exclusion of all else, he saw holes that he wanted to fuck!
Whap!
Eun gave him a smack on the hip with her crop… and Jake's reaction was immediate. Sweat flew from his skin in a haze as he lunged forward until his bonds were taut, making the X-shaped frame rattle. He cried out in frustration as he was unable to move further, he felt the manacles digging into his wrists and ankles and didn't care! He wanted to get at that eye-patched, hat-wearing Korean bitch!
The two women cooed at him again and laughed. "Like animal!" Seong-ja purred, and lashed out with her crop, whipping him across the pectorals and drawing another growl. "You want to rape Korean girls," she purred. "With big, white cock!"
Jake growled through his gag, but Seong-ja only licked her lips; his aggression was what she'd been cultivating in the first place. She and Eun both dropped to their knees, and Jake looked down to see his big, throbbing, hanging cock framed by both of their flawless faces. They rubbed their cheeks on each side of his shaft, sandwiching it between soft skin, letting his pre-cum stain them as they made smoldering, seductive eye contact. "You want throat fuck?" Seong-ja purred. "Throat fuck two Korean sister? Make us choke on big white cock?"
Jake seethed and blew a wet breath out from between his teeth. He knew he wasn't in his right mind, but there was nothing he could do about it. His body was on fire, and those bitches… those fat-assed little Asian bitches…
Seong-ja opened her mouth and made a gurgling noise as she slowly let his leaking, swollen cock-knob burrow down her throat. Eun put a hand on the back of her head, taking a fistful of that gorgeous, shining black hair, shoving Seong-ja's mouth onto his cock and making her eyes water… and still, they didn't break eye contact with him.
"You like fucking my sister's face?" Eun purred. Her voice, despite her size, was smokey and tomboyish - another difference from her sister, who sounded cattier. "Messing up her throat? You want to paint our gook faces white with your cum? I know. I see it in your porn, I hear you whisper to your friends. You are an Imperialist, conquering animal. You are made for it." She shoved Seong-ja's head extra-hard and Jake felt the younger sister's face press directly into his pubis. He was buried balls-deep in her sucking, spasming, milking throat. He groaned as he felt a hot lance of pre-cum pour out of his tip and down into her stomach, and another, and another.
She pulled Seong-ja's head off and spit flew, fat strands of throat slime connected his knob to her mouth as she coughed. Eun made a 'tsk' noise with her tongue, then looked back to Jake. "That won't do," she said, giving a sly smile. "She's still conscious. Don't you want to skull-fuck her until she passes out?"
Jake's hands clenched and unclenched and he pulled his wrists against his manacles again. God, how he wanted to skull-fuck Seong-ja until she was a limp, unconscious flesh puppet! His restraints seemed to drive him close and close to total madness with each passing moment.
Eun lifted her tits up and presented them as if on a platter. It required her only to pull her scant slingshot bikini's top to the side, letting them fall free and bounce. They were large, full, and with big, puffy nipples that blushed a pleasing pink. She pressed these against one side of his cockshaft, letting his hard meat indent her soft flesh, the nubs of her nips teasing his length. Seong-ja, Still breathing thickly from her deep-throat, pressed her own large set against his cock from the other side. Jake suddenly found himself wrapped in a soft, pressurized tunnel of Korean tit-flesh, four huge boobs mashing together around his shaft.
"So thick pre-cum!" Seong-ja moaned. "You like this, don't you! American degenerate!" Keeping her boobs lofted up with one arm, she reached out to pull his shaft up and out, milking it with her small, agile hand - the fingers not even able to get all the way around the swollen girth. With firm, slow strokes, she oiled up both pairs of breasts with a drizzle of pre-seed, letting the syrupy ropes criss-cross on all over their cleavage while Jake moaned into his gag. Then, they pressed their cum-oiled, glistening Asian milk tanks together again, smearing them all over his dick, rubbing them up and down. Eun licked her lips and stared up at him with bedroom eyes as she put her hands behind her head, giving him a breathtaking view of her smooth underarms and muscled biceps as she thrust her chest outward against his dick.
"Look," she teased, nodding toward the obscene spectacle of two huge pairs of breasts pressed together around Jake's prong. "Asian comfort women for your white dick. Korean dick sleeves . Gook fuck meat ." She bit her lip and purred. "You want to slap them? Suck them? Fuck them? Cover them in thick, white man cum?"
Jake groaned into his ball gag in even more animalistic fashion, and pulled his arms against his shackles with such force that the frame shook. Still, it did not give way. And they pleasured his cock with their tits for nearly ten minutes, rubbing against each other incestuously and giggling about how hard he was, how he was ready to explode . He could not thrust his hips very much - not while lashed to the X-shaped post - but he did all he could, bumping his pelvis forward to create friction, plowing that column, that achingly soft and wet and satisfying tunnel of sisterly tit-meat. They laughed at his exertions, his helpless, animalistic humping, an by the time they finally pulled away, his cock was so erect that it bounced up and slapped him in the belly, trailing a crescent of syrupy pre-cum behind.
They walked back toward the table, ass-cheeks jiggling. Eun's round, fit buttocks bounced above her thigh highs. Seong-ja's impossibly thick, short-stack ass clapped with each step. Jake moaned into his gag again as they moved away. For a moment he thought they would actually be cruel enough to pack up and leave him with a case of the ultra blue balls - which would have ranked as the most brutal thing done to him, which was saying a lot considering he'd spent nearly a month in a North Korean prison. But instead, Eun slapped her palms on the table, about ten feet away, and bent over it, spreading her legs to wider than shoulder width, looking back over at him with her one piercing eye.
"Do you want to rape my gook ass?" she purred. "Do you want to tear my me apart with your big, white gook-fucker? You wouldn't even care how bad it hurt me, would you? You American pig?" She winked. "Then watch my sister get me ready… like we did when we were girls."
Jake growled as she lewdly spread her ass-cheeks, revealing every detail of her inviting pink triangle and her sopping wet pussy. And then, just when he thought it wouldn't be possible to get any hotter, and his cock was going to explode in a shower of erectile tissue, Seong-ja squatted down in an obscene position behind Eun… placed her palms on her sister's ass, and pressed her face up between those muscled, round cheeks.
"Ah!" Eun cried. "Yes… get me wet for white rape , sister! I need to be loose to take so much nasty American stud dick!" She moved her hands to Eun's hair and guided her in, and as Jake watched, Seong-ja began to give her sister the wettest, slurpiest, deepest rimjob her ever could have imagined, burying her face as deep as it could go in Eun's ass and giving degrading oral service to her lowest and most base of orifices!" Eun responded immediately and moaned, her fingers clutching at the table top. Her huge breasts, visible even from behind, were smushed against the flat surface.
"My sister and I… used to torture each other with stories at night… American soldiers coming… raping all the Korean women they wanted… violating us in unnatural ways… without regard for human decency! Nnngh!" There was a deep slurping noise as Seong-ja directly sucked her asshole and burrowed her tongue deep into her wet, steamy bowels, showing absolutely no restraint in worshiping her muscled sister's asspipe. "We… imagined so many huge, white, American cocks! Raping us! Forcing us to have blonde, blue-eyed children! Cumming all over us! But most of all… raping our fat, slutty gook asses….uuaaaghhhnn!"
She let out a gasp, her face twisting in pleasure as Seong-ja's tongue found a particular angle. There was a slrrrrrrrrrpppppt sound as the younger sister gave a great, suctioning kiss directly to her asshole, making lewd and degrading noises. "I can tell you want to do it," Eun purred. "You are soaked in sweat. You struggle against your bonds. Big, white dick. American pig, imperialist, rapist! You want to come take this Korean ass! Your huge cock is leaking so much, it looks like you're pissing!"
It was true. Jake actually felt like he was going to pass out. Seeing that haughty, cap-wearing secret police woman bent over a table, mere feet away, getting her ass eaten by her own sister, begging for cock… he was drenched in sweat and could barely think. He growled again into his ball-gag, his vicious words died in his mouth. They would have proved in that moment that he was the animal she claimed he was.
Seong-ja rose, pulling her mouth from her sister's asshole after giving it one final, deep tongue-kiss, slurping around the rim. Jake wasn't sure what she would do next; his eyes were fixated on Eun's brick-built, bounce-a-dime-off-it bubble butt, slathered with spit, twerking and flashing her well-lubed asshole, all but inviting penetration. Only after a moment did he register that Seong-ja had moved to a spot near the door - the large detention room had only one entrance and exit - and unlocked the door.
"This big moment," she taunted him, once she had his full attention. She twirled her ring of keys around her finger and then put them back on the floor with a clatter, picking up her riding crop again. She'd unlatched the door and left it one centimeter ajar. To leave the cell, all Jake would have to do is walk over and open it up. "Big moment for big white cock," she said. She walked over to his side, still wearing only her panties, her huge tits bouncing, and moved around behind the standing X-post.
"I not stupid, I know you try to escape," Seong-ja purred, and Jake felt his heart racing a mile a minute as she fiddled with his restraints. "So here you go. Door wide open. No guards. Clothes in bag, out in hall."
Click. Jake felt his wrist manacles detach open, activated by a mechanism in the back of the X-post.
"If you not animal… not big, white stud who only want to fuck Korean girls… then you go now," Seong-ja purred. She reached up to unclasp his ball gag, letting it fall away in a shower of spit… and then he sensed her bend down to fiddle near his feet. Finally he was able to breathe freely, and began taking in huge, bestial breaths that stoked the furnace of his libido.
"You could escape… but wouldn't you rather rape my thick, round gook ass?" Eun teased, and bent extravagantly over the table, showing him every detail of her firm ass-globes and wet, spit-lubed pucker.
There was a clack as his leg manacles opened. Seong-ja rained down a blow with her riding crop, right on his thigh, spurring him like a prized horse… and Jake's body moved on its own. He burst forward with a growl, his vision divided between the door and Eun. The aphrodisiac was burning in his blood, his cock was vein-choked, hard, and bouncing with each step.
He never made a conscious choice.
The door was never an option that this animal side considered. There was something in front of him he wanted more than freedom - the spread, wet asshole of a Korean bitch!
He crossed the room in a fraction of a second and smashed his pelvis into Eun's ass and thighs, letting his cock slap between her cheeks and leak all over her lower back. She cried out in pleasure and he shoved a forearm into the back of her neck, hard - shoving her face against the table. In the same moment, he guided the tip of his diamond-hard, foot-long cock to her asshole and shoved it inside, without any regard for her comfort. "Here it is, for you, you fucking bitch!" he growled, painting the back of her graceful neck with spittle. "You wanted it, and now you'll fucking take it!"
It slid inside with obscene ease - Eun's butthole had been expertly primed by her sister's rimjob. Her bowels were hot and slick and wet, they seemed to suck on his dick, bending and reshaping easily to accommodate his rutting, ass-busting fuckpipe. He began to thrust without ceremony, drilling into his prey in animalistic fashion, banging his balls off of Eun's puffy cunt. His curved, fat prick scythed into her guts with each stroke, drawing degrading moans.
"Take my big, fat fucking white cock you gook cunt," Jake growled, still pressing her neck hard with his forearm. "You fucking one-eyed slant piece of shit. I'll take you to America and put you to work in a massage parlor, you filthy Korean whore!"
"Bnnngghuughhh!" Eun gurgled, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her face was delirious with fuck-addled, ovwehelmed pleasure. Seong-jad had approached the table and was watching with wide-eyed amazement as Eun's carved-from-wood ass was destroyed, her round cheeks spread wide by a throbbing, thick, pistoning pipe. She had the expression of a mad scientist who had just released her creation - only for it to be more powerful than she expected.
"Finally, I see up close!" she moaned, nibbling her lip. "White stud rape!" In leaning close to watch the proceedings, she strayed into Jake's range, and he reached out a hand to grab her long, glistening hair at once. He yanked her to her knees instantly, making cry out in surprise.
SLAP!
He blasted her face with his open hand, turning her head. "You're next, chink," he said.
SLAP!
"Ass-licking dyke."
SLAP!
"You and your sister are just a couple of prostitutes who lick each others' cunts!" He hooked a thumb into her mouth and controlled her head, and then, while still plowing Eun's ass, spit directly into Seong-ja's moaning face. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted. There was no hint of mercy or restraint in his eyes, or in his voice. All of the hate that Seong-ja had cultivated in those prior weeks was now bubbling over.
He pulled his cock from Eun's ass and turned, using a fistful of hair to drive it down Seong-ja's throat, making her eyes go wide, roughly pulling her head into his pelvis and thrusting his hips in a brutal throat fuck, lubricated by her gagging throat-gunk and the juices from her sister's raped ass. He assaulted her with his cock until she was almost unconscious from the repeated impacts of his pubic bone on her forehead, then pulled out and slapped his dick all over her face. "Thank me," he seethed, slapping her again, sending strands of choke-spew flying. "Thank me for raping your sister's worthless asshole."
And, amazingly, in halting English, she did. "Thank you, white god," she croaked, choking on spit, her eyes bloodshot and dazed. "Thank you for raping Eun." She closed her eyes and kissed the tip of his throbbing pipe tenderly, her utter Asian submission to his violative, alpha stud dominance was pure libido fuel . "You rape us any time from now on," she trembled, looking up at his white godhood with something like awe. "We serve you. Suck you. Fuck you."
Jake took a fistful of her hair and yanked her to her feet, before redirecting his cock back into Eun's ass. He buried himself to the hilt and churned up her bowels with pulverizing, stretching strokes, loving the feeling of her fat ass bulging against him, as Seong-ja pressed her stacked, short body against his back, her breasts mopping the sweat from his back and mingling it with her own. She encouraged him with each stroke, begging him to rape Eun , rape her sister , to use his big white cock to fuck gooks and turn their yellow skin white with his cum .
"Big-ass bitch," he sneered at Eun. "It's like your fat, slutty ass is sucking my dick!" Eun's eyes were rolling back in her head and her tongue was out of her mouth in a shameful, dignity-erased ahegao face as he continued to churn her up. He spanked her cheeks as he did so, leaving handprints that turned a sizzling pink and made her jiggle enticingly. Each stroke was performed with deep, ass-destroying intent, and the noises of her churning, slurping, dick-massaging bowels were obscene in the extreme. She was drooling as her eyelids fluttered and her asshole was reshaped into nothing more than a receptacle for Caucasian cum.
"That's it, gook," Jake growled. "You like getting ass-fucked by white cock, you fucking ching-chong sperm toilet! That's it, keep making that flat-nosed, mongoloid retard face while I fucking tear your asshole open!" He was rapidly approaching a climax, and with his body running on in overdrive mode thanks to the sex drugs, it promised to be a big one. There was no thought in his head besides the desire to empty his balls inside his slutty Korean captors - not of escape, not of his life back home in America, not of anything besides this deep-seeded, dominant need!
"Yes!" Seong-ja purred, rubbing his body with hers, her hot breath in his ear. "Do it! Rape Eun with big, fat, white donkey cock!"
Big, fat, white donkey cock.
Jake's head snapped up. How many times had he heard those words in the last few weeks. How many times had she teased him, accused him of being an racist, Imperialist swine, forced him to tend to her desires in exchange for food or having his manacles loosened? And here she was, even in a state of submission, still trying to direct traffic and tell him what to do!
His eyes met hers and he gave such a sadistic grin that her face filled with fear. He was breathing smoke; steam was rising from his taut, superheated muscles in the chill room. In one swift motion, he reached out to grab Seong-ja by the throat and toss her onto her back, across the table, laying her right next to her mindless, fucked-out sister. One hand on the throat became two hands, and he started to squeeze.
His cock, free from Eun's ass, was impossibly hard, and bobbed in the air before he took aim at Seong-ja's thick pussy, the fat mound quivering wetly between her compact thighs. It was already exposed from her masturbating; her panties pulled to the side. With a growl of rage, he slammed a foot of white, dominating meat into her sopping Asian cunt, making her squirt all over the table.
"You bitch!" he smoldered. "You fucking bitch!" She was so petite that the full length of his cock seemed like it would reach beyond her navel. As he slammed in deep it tented her cuts obscenely; he angled the curved length to completely scrape out and plunder her molten cunt, which was spasming and gripping him even more tightly than her sister's ass had. This was the final release he'd needed, and the culmination of his revenge.
His hands squeezed around her throat as she spasmed beneath him. He stacked her thick thighs up against his shoulders and mashed her pussy to a pulp with his thick prong, making her gurgle, making her eyes flutter, making her body quake and surge with orgasmic spasms. Despite being choked, and degraded, Seong-ja was cumming her brains out, just as Eun had, and her face was a mix of humiliating, eye-rolling fuckery and bottomless joy. The masochist bitch was loving it!
"Here it comes, you fucking slut. Stupid whore! Gook piece of shit!" he breathed, spraying the harsh words all over her face. "Here it comes for you. You wanted it, now you've got it. Take my whiteness in your cunt. Get knocked up with my blonde, blue-eyed kid, you yellow-skinned rape toilet! Wring the abuse out of my cock with your rice-burner cunt!"
"R-rape… this… gook!" Seong-ja gurgled, her eyes rolling back in her head, barely able to get the words out due to his choking. She shuddered to yet another orgasm as his fat cockhead brutalized her womb; they were coming like rolling thunder, overlapping with each other, providing an endless cliff of pleasure over which she seemed more than happy to drop.
"Enjoy your white baby, bitch!" Jake growled, and every muscle in his body tensed as his balls twitched and his urethra bulged to bursting with the volume of his thick, conquering load. He pumped Seong-ja's greedy pussy with fat ropes that filled her insides to the brim, marking her as Caucasian property for all time. He kept cumming until the overflow was slopping back out and pooling near the thick moons of her buttocks, and dripping over the side of the table. Even after twelve thick, chunky spurts, he was still cumming; Jake dimly heard a bestial howl and realized it was coming from his own throat!
He pulled out, painting Seong-ja's breasts, belly, and face with the last of his seed, then aiming to the side to plaster Eun's massive, bubbly ass cheeks as well, glazing them in a criss-cross, panting out his pent-up aggression all the while. The roar turned into harsh gasps, then labored breathing… and then, all of a sudden, it was done.
Jake's frenzy faded. He felt the cool air on his skin, felt the beating of his own heart. His muscles were exhausted, and nearly slumped to the floor before bracing himself on the table and falling backward on it, staring at the ceiling, toes brushing the floor. Seong-ja on his left side, Eun on his right.
"Fuuuuck," Jake moaned. He felt like a spent battery from which every last iota of energy had been expended. But the door was still open. And, if Seong-ja wasn;t lying, his clothes were still just outside in the hall.
Before he could will himself to move, he felt caressing, affectionate hands draped over his bare chest. They rubbed his muscles worshipfully, turning their explosive bodies to nuzzle against him, pressing breasts and thighs against him from each side, cooing submissively.
"Don't go," Seong-ja whispered, snuggling up next to him. She was like a warm nexus of jiggly heat in the cold room. She leaned over his chest and rubbed her tongue around his nipple, before kissing his pectoral worshipfully.
"Don't go," Eun repeated, putting one thigh over his leg and hugging herself close. "We waited for someone like you."
Jake, head throbbing, slumped down onto the table. There was something so comfortable and soothing, to be caressed and worshiped by them after fucking their brains out. But still, he couldn't entirely give in. Not after all he'd been through.
"You have to let me out," he breathed. "And let me leave North Korea."
And that's when Seong-ja pressed her lips close to his ear and said something he never expected.
"Big donkey dick American," she whispered, kissing his earlobe. "We go with you."