Her ass blazed but she felt warm everywhere else. Warm all over. Her face was hot from humiliation, her struggles, and the blood rushing to it with her head so low compared to most of her body.
But most of the warmth wasn’t negative. It was like a tight blanket that was too thick and too heavy and too entrapping and yet somehow good.
She felt warm and the warmth was only increasing. That strange feeling increased by the second. It seemed connected to the urge to wiggle her ass a little and to the thought process that she could and should take more spanks.
Xiang informed her, “Yes, the X does mark the spot. It was correctly placed. Did Grandmother Caihong choose the location? Do not bother answering. I am sure she did. Grandmother has an excellent eye for the most spankable spot on any given – or taken – ass.”
Caihong did choose the location….
In reaction to Xiang’s ass-sessment, Rylie waggled her ass. Just a little. Nothing obvious. But it was intentional. Rylie did not know why she did it but she could not keep herself from doing it or from knowing she did it.
Rylie had never felt so controlled by another person and, in tandem with that feeling, she’d never felt so out of control of herself. They were not the same thing. Xiang did not force Rylie to waggle her ass. Rylie could not control her urge to do it.
Rylie wished she could tell herself she did it in an attempt to cool off her blazing ass but she knew better. She did it for some other reason, one best not looked at directly. Or even indirectly! Maybe later, in private? Hell no! Not even then!
“Now to show the American slut the treasure I spoke of.” It sounded like Xiang was talking to herself. Rylie felt insulted. Hey! I’m right here! You just spanked my butt!
Xiang pulled her left foot back, out from under Rylie, and then back around her, across Rylie’s upper back. She did it so quickly and smoothly that Rylie had no time to react or take advantage of her momentary escape opportunity. The move resulted in a much more secure hold keeping Rylie in her bent-over ass-upward position. It also meant Xiang had both of her hands available for use.
Xiang put her newly free hand onto Rylie’s spank-burned ass. X marked the spot.
“Ooo!” Rylie could not help exclaiming though it was muffled by her position. She could not blame herself for making the sound. The contact of Xiang’s hand with her ass hurt and was far too intimate. But, uh, she probably should not have humped slightly upward against Xiang’s hand.
She was just trying to shake off Xiang’s hand. Right? Was that why she did it? It didn’t work. It was such a weak little hump that there was no way it could work.
It probably looked… sexual… to Xiang’s eyes staring at Rylie’s ass from two feet away. It probably felt like a sexual reaction to Xiang’s hand, too.
Xiang gripped hard at Rylie’s X-tattooed ass cheek like she was meeting it and trying to impress it with a strong handshake from her left hand.
“Ouch!” But that strange heat also increased. A lot of it was pain but there was something else to that heat, something more powerful than pain. Something familiar yet alien to Rylie.
“No complain, American slut! Xiang knows the truth.”
The truth? What truth!?!
Xiang’s other hand went to the absolute last place Rylie ever wanted it to go. Ever up until this situation. But once it arrived, it was very hard for Rylie to not want it there.
Xiang’s right hand grabbed Rylie’s pussy from behind and underneath. Not a caress at all. A possessive, this-is-mine-to-do-with-as-I-wish grab.
“Uh!”
“Yes, ‘uh’ indeed, American slut. Uh, there it is, like the line in the song. Yes, I feel it. Your most valuable part. Far more valuable than your stupid brain infected with thoughts of freedom and free will and equality. Your other most valuable part is your mouth but not for the reason you think. Not for you to speak those same foolish thoughts.”
“Stop… touching my pussy!” It was hard for Rylie to say that because of her position and because it forced her to admit this was really happening.
Xiang tutted, “Why would I stop doing what you want me to do and, much more importantly, what I want to do? I will not stop. I will continue. This is tied for your most valuable part. This is a maker of treasure. I feel it. The treasure.”
Rylie wondered what the hell Xiang was talking about. She wondered how she’d gotten into this quite literal position. She wondered why she wasn’t resisting better and why she did not feel as bad as she should. She wondered why, in some ways, she felt really good.
Rylie had a lot on her upside-down mind.
Xiang informed her, “I feel the hot liquid treasure. Slut juice! Valuable to many and yet it comes from a cheap slut. Life is funny that way.”
Rylie took offense to that! She wasn’t making slut juice, was she? Even if her pussy was wet… she wasn’t a slut! Rylie wasn’t sure of the definition of slut juice but thought surely it could only come from a slut.
Xiang was still handling her pussy. Rubbing it.
“Stop touching my pussy!”
“I am merely collecting the slut juice to show you the treasure produced. I’m sure you enjoy my thorough collection method.”
Xiang kept rubbing. Thoroughly.
Rylie moaned. She was sure it was a moan of frustration no matter how it may sound.
Xiang sure was thorough when she collected slut juices….
So thorough….
Was this how sluts felt when they had their slut juices collected by hand? Exactly like this?
It was hard to feel sorry for those poor sluts when it felt so good.
Xiang kept painfully squeezing Rylie’s spanked X tattoo with one hand while she collected slut juice with her other hand and talked to Rylie, “Slut juice is a treasure only as an indicator. It is not valuable in and of itself. For instance, quartz is common and cheap. However, veins of gold are often found within quartz. So, quartz is an indicator for gold. Most promising! So, too, with your slut juice but it is a much stronger indicator. Slut juice only comes from a slut.
“Sluts are cheap but they are so useful that they are a valuable treasure despite their cheap nature. Much pleasure can be derived from sluts. Even the wealthy are hard-pressed to find pleasures equal to those derived from a high-quality, highly trained, completely compliant slut.”
Uh, what did any of that have to do with Rylie!?!
It sounded like a case of mistaken identity. Or a mistaken classification of type of person.
Time to clear this up!
“Xiang, I am not a slut!”
“So simple, American slut, to prove you are. All women can and should get a wet pussy. That is healthy. But some circumstances classify the woman as a slut. Let us review the present circumstance. You are nude with a virtual stranger. Me. A stranger who treats you harshly and speaks rudely to you. I made you helpless and did to you things you claim to not want. I spanked your posterior many times and most hard. All that and you have a soaking wet pussy. So hot, too! You see, you are a slut and I will treat you as a slut from now on.”
That was a lie! Although… everything Xiang said was true. It was still a lie!
Then why was she so wet?
As much as Rylie did not want to answer that question, it seemed Xiang was equally desirous of answering it.
“You are a slut. All you can do now is accept it. That is key. Then you will know your station in life. A slut whose purpose is to please others, those who are better than her. Those who can take what is hers, her entire self, and bend it to their will. That is to say, to my will.”
That could not be true! Rylie would never let that be true!
“Your body is already bent. So, too, shall your will bend to me.”
It was true her body was bent. And it was true her pussy was wet. But that didn’t mean… did it?
Xiang rubbed it in and rubbed Rylie’s pussy, “Just think, no more doubts. No more uncertainty. Just obey. Serve. Take joy in pleasing me. Let yourself be valued for your sluttiness. Maximize the usefulness of your sexy body and pretty face and slutty nature. Give to me your all, your every effort, and yourself.”
No. Rylie would not do that. She would never do that!
This whole… predicament… was deceptive. It even had her doubting herself. She just had to get past this and clear her head.
It was hard to clear her head when her head was only inches from the floor. It was hard to clear her head when Xiang’s hands both felt so good. Both of them. Even the one hurting her ass.
Rylie was conspicuously unresponsive verbally. Xiang wasn’t having that.
“American slut, you will have many slutty orgasms. But before you can have the first of many, you must accept your slutty nature and your slutty station in life. Acknowledge these things and I will give you the first of many slutty orgasms and I will allow you to serve me as long as I wish it.”
What kind of deal was that? That was no kind of deal!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Xiang was spanking her again! She was so mean!
Xiang was still rubbing her pussy, though. So… Xiang wasn’t all bad?
Rylie wished she could properly shake her head in her head’s upside-down position. Of course Xiang was bad! All bad!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Xiang spanked with her left hand and also kept rubbing Rylie’s pussy with her right hand. Under the circumstances, Rylie thought the spanks must not be as hard as the earlier ones but they felt just as painful because Rylie’s ass was so tender from the previous spanks.
Rylie pressed her lips together. She wouldn’t say anything. Not one damn word!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The pain from the spanks….
It flowed right into her pussy….
Xiang’s hand felt so damn good….
Rylie kept her lips pressed tightly together even though her breaths through her nose whistled and didn’t seem to bring her enough air fast enough.
Rylie was worried about what might come out of her mouth if she opened it.
She was stronger than this Chinese bitch. She had more determination. She had to. This was a tough situation, no doubt, and her reactions were more than troubling. But this wasn’t only about the here and now. It sounded like Xiang had nasty long-term plans. The ideas from Xiang’s mind were far more foreign to Rylie than a country on the other side of the planet.
Rub.
Rub.
Rub.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
No! She would not say one single word!
The spankings stopped. The rubbing continued.
Rylie wasn’t sure if that made the situation better or worse. The pain kept throbbing and it kept flowing into her pussy, transforming into pleasure. The only difference was that she focused more on the pleasure.
A stop to the spanks should be a good thing. In theory. But it wasn’t working that way.
Feeling physical pleasure should be a good thing. Rylie felt a lot of pleasure. But it wasn’t a good thing. Not when the pleasure came from an arrogant, spoiled, mean, lesbian Chinese heiress younger than Rylie.
It was so confusing. It was so fucked up.
Another thing with the spanks stopping, another bad thing, was that Rylie’s moans were so much more obvious. She hadn’t even known she was moaning until the spanks stopped.
Xiang kept rubbing. She included all of Rylie’s pussy. Her fingers kept splitting the folds of Rylie’s sex and delving just a little way in but the effect was spinetingling, sending the tingles down Rylie’s spine, and into her head. The tingles gathered and built up, like flotsam washing up on a beach. They washed in but did not wash back out.
Rylie’s mind buzzed with tingles. So did her pussy.
Xiang said, “The American slut needs to ask for an orgasm. She needs to be slutty for her Chinese Mistress. As it is between us, the American slut serving the Chinese Mistress, so too will it one day be between our countries.”
Damn Xiang! Now it was more than just a Xiang and Rylie thing. Now it was China versus America. How was Rylie supposed to let herself beg when there was so much at stake?
Xiang was fucking ruining her golden opportunity to get Rylie to beg for it! That’s how it felt to Rylie. Way to blow it, Xiang! Rylie swore she might let herself down, but she’d never let her country down.
In the ongoing conspicuous silence from Rylie, the wet slicking sounds from Rylie’s soaked and rubbed pussy were all too obvious.
And Rylie just could not get her moans to stop. Just the opposite. They were so deep and long and loud they were nearly groans.
Then Rylie heard something else. It wasn’t loud but it was there.
A click.
Another click.
A third.
The clicks were in tandem with slight movements by Xiang. Shifts in her weight distribution and clumsier rubs by Xiang’s right hand on Rylie’s pussy.
What were those clicks?
That wasn’t–! No! It had better not be!
Xiang informed her it was what Rylie feared, “American slut, I took the liberty of taking some photos. I did not bother to ask, for I know you Americans are all for liberty so yes, I took liberty. My twin and I are close and yet so very competitive. Also, we both know we each tell lies as often as we please. As a result, proof is required. This is logical.”
Rylie wanted to demand Xiang delete the photos but she did not dare open her mouth. Who knew what kind of America-betraying begging might come out? Rylie had to keep her mouth closed.
She felt more subtle movements.
“There. Documented. I have sent the photos to Fang. This will light a fire under her! We are so competitive. Such fun! We compete on who can dominate their new sexy American companions. We made it clear to Grandmother Caihong that we would not accept ugly companions. She did most well obtaining you two for us. Fang and I realized, due to our excellence and the extremely high percentage of American sluts, that the competition cannot only be about who will dominate their companion. Said domination is expected. So it is who dominates first and then also how very much and how uniquely we dominate. I am sure I am the first. I know it. I have yet to receive a text photo from her and have sent her three pictures of your spanked ass and wet pussy. She will know it is your ass because of the X tattoo. Grandmother told us before about it. And she will see it is my hand on your wet slut pussy because she will recognize my ring.”
These bitchy terrible twins!
Rylie had to warn Aspen! But first… she needed to get out of this… or beg… or cum… or do something…!
“Now, where were we, American slut? Oh, yes, you were about to beg for an orgasm from my superior hand. Beg for it and tell Xiang and tell yourself you are a slut. Then Xiang will let you orgasm on her superior hand.”
No!
Rub rub rub.
No.
Rub rub rub.
No….
Rub rub rub.
No?
Xiang urged her, “The American slut must beg or the American slut cannot have an orgasm.”
Rub rub rub.
Rylie felt like begging because, right or extremely wrong, she so wanted an orgasm.
She felt so close!
Wait, that was it! She was saved!
All she had to do was not beg for a little longer and she would orgasm. She did not need to beg!
She could have her no-begging cake and eat her orgasm, too!
Rub rub rub.
Almost!
Rub rub rub.
So close!
Rub rub rub.
She was going to—
And then the hand was gone.
And Xiang released her leg hug.
Rylie stood up and staggered away like a drunk.
Xiang laughed, “Too bad, so sad, American slut not ready to face her future. Not ready yet. You only make it harder on yourself. Sluts must obey the one who dominates them. Sluts must be so willing to beg. You will be eager to beg. I will teach you to love to beg. For now, you failed to obey. You failed to beg. You failed to acknowledge what you are and my superiority to you. So you face the worst possible consequence for a slut. No orgasm for you!”
Rylie’s needy impulsive mind grasped at the idea that she should have begged. Oh, she should have! She could be orgasming right now if she’d only begged!
But her sexual fog cleared a little. No. Begging was a terrible idea. It would throw gasoline on Xiang’s concept of who and what Rylie was.
Rylie was not a slut! Or, by the way, a lesbian!
But she sure was in need of an orgasm….
