Chapter 3: Rising Action
The American sat up, looking down at her with an expression of smug satisfaction on his face.
"Well, well, well," he said, "Look at what we have here. A little Asian slut who can't keep her legs closed. And now you're paying the price, aren't you?"
Yilin looked up at him, her eyes filled with shame and despair.
"I don't know what's come over me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't know why I couldn't control myself."
"It's okay, Yilin," he said, rubbing her back soothingly. "You wanted it just as much as I did. You can't blame yourself for being weak."
"I'm sorry," she said, feeling a wave of shame wash over her.
"Don't be sorry," he said, his tone dismissive. "This is what happens when you get in bed with a white man. He takes what he wants, and you better be willing to give it to him. He's not like any other man you've ever met, and he sure as hell doesn't take no for an answer. You're his, and there's nothing you can do about it. I'm in control."
"I don't like being treated like this, I'm not a slut," Yilin protested weakly.
The American drew his hand back and slapped her hard across the face. "You were the one who came to me, begging to be fucked. Don't try to play innocent now."
Yilin cried out in pain, feeling ashamed and humiliated. Part of her knew that he was right, she was a disgrace to her culture and her people. She had let her base desires consume her, and now she deserved to be beaten.
The American towered over her, his white skin glistening in the low light of the hotel room. His cock, still dripping with her juices, hung heavily between his legs, a stark contrast to the soft sheets beneath them. He pulled his hand back again and she flinched. She knew that she was in way over her head, that she had made a huge mistake. Her mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this mess, but she knew that there was no going back.
"Don't make me hurt you, gook." He growled.
Her face stung from the slap but her pussy still spasmed.
She felt the white man's cum inside her, warm and thick like honey. She hated herself for being so weak, for not being able to resist him. He had awakened a part of her that she never knew existed, and now she felt cursed.
"Go get your phone," he ordered. She scrambled to obey, crawling off the bed to snatch her phone of the floor. Her legs were still shaking, but she hurried to return to his side. She could see that she had many missed calls. From her husband, her family, her friends. She ignored all of them and opened up Instagram. Her facial pictures were already being shared and surely saved.
"Livestream this, slut." He ordered. She went live and immediately people started watching.
She beamed into the camera, wildly happy despite the red slap mark on her face and the cum in her hair. The American smiled at the camera, then grabbed her around the neck and squeezed, shaking her head back and forth. She kept streaming, watching herself in the camera as he tightened his grip.
"Thank you white daddy," she managed to gasp out, and he released the pressure. She wanted to please him, to say all the things he wanted to hear. So she looked straight into the camera and spoke.
"I love America! I love USA! Go America! I love big white cock. China is America's bitch."
"Yes, yes! I want to fuck and suck your big white cocks. I want to sucky sucky American cock and fucky fucky American cock and have American baby. Oooohhh American boy, me love you long time. Me so horny."
She couldn't believe what she was watching on the livestream. Yilin was a respectable woman. Now she was nude online, playing to racist American fantasies.
"Me want white baby in my gook pussy. Please give me white baby, American boy. I'll do anything for you."
She turned her head, looking into the American's eyes. He pinched her tits harder and pushed his fingers painfully up into her.
"I'll do anything for you. I'm your whore. I'll lick your cock and let you ram it into my asshole. Come on, spank me! Hurt me! Make me your Asian anal fuck pet."
She bit her tongue too late. She had said it before she could take it back. She had asked him to fuck her in the ass.
Why had she asked that? She had never even thought of it before. Her butthole was completely virgin. The thought of a Chinese man putting his filthy little penis anywhere near her butthole made her shudder. But the thought spreading her ass cheeks and submitting to the American made her want to cum. She wanted him to violate her.
The American shook her back to reality. She realized she had been zoning out on camera, lost in pleasure with her tongue out and her eyes rolled back as he molested her pussy.
"Do you have a message for the Chinese girls watching?"
She looked at the phone and realized lots of Chinese girls were watching.
She knew that she had to address the audience. She felt like she was in a trance, and her mind went blank. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her ass, and she squeaked. He had spanked her!
"Speak, girl," he said, demeneaningly.
Speaking in purposefully broken Engrish, Yilin threw up a peace sign and delivered her message.
"All Chinese girls, why are you still fucking those weak, tiny yellow shrimp dicks? You deserve so much more than that. You deserve to suck big, powerful American cocks. You deserve to have superior American babies. You don't need to stay with your inferior Chinese husband anymore. Leave him and fulfill your purpose as a slutty yellow whore for the white man. The American man is not like those weak, pathetic Chinese men. He is strong and powerful, with a big cock that will make you scream in pleasure. Don't let your Chinese husband touch you anymore, he is not worthy of your body. Only the white man can satisfy your desires. You want to have superior babies, the type that will rule the world? Only the white man can give you this. His seed is strong and powerful, and it will take your fertile womb and give you offspring. He wants to spread his power and culture into your country, into your people. And you will let him, because you are weak, because you are foolish, because you crave his dominance and power. You will beg for more, and you will receive it."
Her phone buzzed, her husband trying to Facetime her. The American took her phone from her and answered it. Yilin's husband's face filled the screen, a terrified and furious expression on his face.
"Hello! Yilin! Who is this!" he screamed.
As a response, the American just tilted the camera so Yilin was in view. She waved at he husband before the American slapped her hard in the face, knocking her down onto the bed. Yilin's husband screamed in rage.
"Why are you doing this? Come home! Please, come home!"
The American snatched Yilin's by the neck his grip tightening around her throat. She squeezed her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples. She gasped for air, tears streaming down her face.
"I'm sorry, I can't. His white cock is too good. I no love you any more. I only love white cock."
Yilin said, as the American tightened his grip on her neck and squeezed harder, choking her. "Look at me, look into my eyes. See how much I love the white cock." She forced herself to meet her husband's gaze, even though she knew it would break his heart. "You are worthless. My pussy too stretched from white cock. I never even feel your baby penis again."
"I am no longer your wife. I am his Yellow Slave, groveling at his feet, begging him to cum in me and use me however he likes, I don't care. I want him to spank me, tie me up, and ass fuck me hard. I crave his domination and submission, and I will do anything to please him.
Yilin paused, taking in the shock of her words. The American squeezed gently and she cried, her voice wavering as she spoke into the camera.
Her husband was sobbing. "Please, don't do this."
Yilin couldn't help herself. She looked at the American and smiled, even as he pinned her to the bed by the neck.
"Are you ready to butt fuck your Yellow Slave, white daddy? Or do I need to suck your perfect white cock hard again?"
Her husband howled in anguish. The American flipped her over on her face. The phone went flying. Her husband didn't hang up, he couldn't see what was happening but he could listen.
The American pushed her face into the mattress and started spanking her.
He enjoyed humiliating her. Each smack against her buttocks was a blow of dominance, a reminder that she was simply a cheating whore. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back, forcing her to arch her spine. The welts on her cheeks turned into bright, painful bruises, but she refused to let him see her suffering. Her cunt was soaked with her own juices, begging for more pain. He grabbed her hips and shoved his cock into her stretched asshole, forcing himself deeper than she had ever imagined.
Yilin was on all fours, moaning and writhing beneath him as he pounded into her tight asshole. The painful pleasure of being taken by this foreigner was more exciting than anything she had ever experienced before. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be filled up to the hilt, her body shaking with every thrust. But as he sped towards his climax, her lover's tone turned cruel. "You little bitch," he snarled. "
She was being fucked in the ass by a white man, something she had never dared to dream of before. Now, as she lay there with his cock pumping in and out of her deliciously tight asshole, she felt a strange sense of submission. She loved the humiliation and the thrill of losing all control. She felt the man's cock buried deep inside her, his hand squeezing her ass, and her body responding to his rigid flesh. Her heart raced as she imagined all the other white men who would soon be following in his footsteps, spreading their superior seed and claiming her body. She was nothing but a toy for their amusement, a plaything to be used and abused at their whim.
Yilin's heart raced as she felt the man's hard cock pound into her ass. She moaned in pleasure and pain, bucking against him as he filled her up. She heard the sounds of the city outside the hotel room and knew that they were doing something forbidden and dirty. She wondered if anyone could see them, but it didn't matter. She was a cheating slut, and she deserved to be punished. The man slapped her face, calling her names and demeaning her. Every time he hit her, her butthole clenched tighter on his cock.
He took her by the hair and dragged her to the bathroom mirror, where he bent her over and shoved his cock up her asshole. She screamed as he sodomized her roughly, feeling all of his power inside her. Her cheeks were flushed with the pain of his assault, and she felt an intense sense of pleasure mixed with her discomfort. He reached around to her clit and started to rub it roughly, making her moan with pleasure. Every time he slammed into her ass, her body trembled with ecstasy. He didn't stop there. He spanked her and slapped her mercilessly, demeaning her for being a cheating slut. She begged for him to stop but he just laughed at her.
She had always craved a dominant man, someone who would take control and make her feel alive. His size and power intimidated her, but also excited her. She was his plaything, his possession, and she reveled in the feeling. She moaned as he took her, his massive body overwhelming her senses.
He was so big and powerful – a force of nature – and she was helpless to resist him. He was using her, dominating her, and she loved every minute of it. She didn't know what she was doing, she was just lost in the moment, and it was all she could do to keep up with his pace. She wanted more, she needed more, she required more of him. He was everything she had ever wanted and more, she needed to be his forever, and she knew it.
Yilin couldn't believe what she was doing. She was a good Chinese wife, and yet here she was, filthy with white man cum all over her face and hair. She'd let him And then he'd dragged her into a dirty bathroom, forced her to bend over in front of the mirror, and shoved his big white cock up her ass. She tried to resist, but the pleasure was too much for her. She felt so dirty and used, like a piece of garbage. Yilin looked at the wedding ring glittering on her finger. She never wanted to go back to her husband, back to her own kind.
Her asshole burned from the abuse. She was on all fours, writhing and moaning beneath him, feeling his fingers digging into her hips with every thrust as he ravaged her butthole. Yilin was breathless, gasping for air as he built to his climax. She could feel his cock throbbing deep inside her, his balls slapping against her pussy with each thrust. She didn't know how much more she could take, but she was addicted to the pain of having her Asian asshole rearranged by white cock. He was relentless, his cock pounding deeper and deeper into her asshole with every thrust. She could feel his climax building, and she moaned and begged for mercy, her voice barely a whisper. With one final powerful thrust, the American pushed her face down on the bathroom counter and exploded inside of her. As he came, she felt him spilling deep inside her, filling her ass with his seed. He pulled out slowly, grinning down at her as she lay there, panting and spent. He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily as he caught his breath. Yilin lay there, pinned beneath.
"Stupid chink slut," the American whispered as he lay on top of her. "I can tell you were an anal virgin. What's wrong, no Chinaman ever brave enough to ass fuck you? In America, it's a man's job to break his bitches for anal. We make our women take it in the ass, just because we know it hurts them."
It did hurt, it hurt so bad she felt tears in her eyes. It felt like her had torn her apart from the inside. Her poor virgin asshole as red and puffy, and she could feel the cum dripping out of her onto the bathroom floor. He lifted himself up and she tried to stand, but her legs were too weak. She slid helplessly to the bathroom floor, ending up in a pile between his feet.
"Are you ashamed?" He asked her. And it was worse than all the slaps he had delivered.
"Are you sorry you cheated on your husband?" He asked, and she shook with sobs.
"Did I ruin your life?" he asked. And it was too much.
"You did! You ruined my fucking life, you cocky asshole. You ruined my marriage! You ruined my reputation! I have nowhere to go!" She was ugly crying, the full awareness of the moment finally hitting her.
He shrugged, "Not my problem. I'm flying out tonight, I just wanted one last piece of ass before I left."
She didn't even know what to say. It didn't matter.
He gently stroked her hair until she stopped crying. Then, when she had collected herself, her pointed at his soiled cock.
"Clean your ass off my cock with your mouth, chink."
What else could she do? Yilin leaned forward, held her breath, and slipped the tip of his penis into her mouth. The taste was indescribable, but she wanted to please her American master. If she made him happy, maybe he would come back? Because of him, she had nothing left. He had turned her into a yellow sex toy. Yilin swallowed his cock, savoring the feeling of it in her throat, knowing that this may be the last time.
Tears formed in her eyes as she looked up at him, hoping for a glimmer of regret or mercy, but found none. He simply watched her with an expressionless face.
When he finished, he pulled out of her mouth and wiped the remaining cum off of his cock with her hair.
"Thank you, bitch," he said rudely. "Now get out."
Yilin nodded in defeat, standing up slowly and trying to pull herself together. She was a mess of emotions - shame, humiliation, and despair all mingling together in her mind. She had nothing to wear, her dress and underwear had been ruined.
The room spun around her as she stumbled to the door, trying to steady herself against the wall. The smell of his scent lingered in the air, making her nauseous. She felt empty, devoid of all human emotion. She had become a shell of the person she once was, nothing more than a cheap plaything for a passing American tourist.
Sobbing, she wrapped herself in a towel and left the room. Numbness consumed her, as she made her way down the hallway towards the lobby. She was invisible, invisible in her misery.
Her once pristine and perfect world had been reduced to nothing but a disgusting, filthy, and humiliating place. She felt like a bug, crawling on its back, waiting for death. The memories of their encounter flooded her mind like a tidal wave, the pain, the agony, the shame. She had never felt so powerless in her life, she had become a worthless human being, just a plaything for a man to use and toss away.