Dinner at the Caihong estate.
Well, almost. Not everyone was there yet.
Caihong sat at the head of a huge table. Its width was about the length of a large grand dinner table. Its length was ridiculous. There were fifteen chairs on each side. With Caihong’s big chair at the one end and no chair at the other end.
Caihong’s chair looked worthy of a Chinese empress. The other chairs were much less grandiose, but they were nice, made of the best wood, and they were padded as well.
Rylie had hoped to sit between Aspen and Fang or between one of them and Caihong. But Fang and Aspen had yet to show up.
Rylie need not have worried though because Caihong had Rylie and Xiang sit on either side of her and thus across from one another. Instead of Rylie sitting next to Xiang, the seat of that chair held Xiang’s little violet backpack purse. Rylie had no idea why Xiang would bring it to dinner. Who brought a purse to dinner? Or a backpack?
Rylie was relieved at the seating arrangements. Xiang could not reach her to finger her to a shameful orgasm during dinner. Due to the width of the dining room table, Xiang could not even stretch out a foot to toe Rylie to orgasm.
It was crazy that Rylie had to think about such possibilities and gameplan against them.
It was a relief that at the least Xiang could not give her relief from her orgasm denial.
It was sort of a relief.
Had part of her looked forward to the possibility? Despite the shame of it? Or partially because of the shame of it?
Shamefully… yes. It was true.
Rylie had to admit she really did view herself differently now. Not as a slave, of course. That was ridiculous. And she wasn’t a lesbian.
But she sure was slutty. At least, she had a slutty body. Her body was that of a slut and responded like a slut’s. And, like it not, or really just plain hate it, she knew she must be some kind of submissive. Maybe not a pure submissive if such a thing existed and certainly not a willing one, but there was no doubt she had submitted to Xiang over and over. And she had responded to domination.
Now that she was at dinner and the time was nigh to ask to speak with Caihong privately after dinner, Rylie felt increased doubt. Maybe in part because of her undermined self-confidence.
She was going to “report” Xiang. If you see something, say something. If a Chinese wealth princess treats you like a sex slave, say something.
But what a thing to report! It felt like reporting herself, turning herself in as a weak-willed submissive. Xiang had done so many things to her, but Rylie was there, too, and had gone along with them.
Rylie had once heard something about being able to state your case in a single sentence. Stating her case in a single sentence made it sound silly. It would go something like, “Xiang sexually dominated me and made me orgasm a bunch of times.”
What about in a paragraph then? Like writing an essay in college, where the first paragraph describes the overall, and the rest of the essay proves out the first paragraph. It would sound like, “Xiang made me have lesbian sex, and I’m not a lesbia,n though I did orgasm. And she kept humiliating me, which I strongly resent though it did make my orgasm more powerful. And Xiang was so mean that she made me get my nipples pierced, and now it’s like I’ve got two more clitorises. Yes, I like my clitoris, and clitorises are good, but a second and third one is too much of a good thing. Why? Because the orgasms come faster and are much bigger, and of course I don’t want that.”
But wait! She would talk about her love of freedom and that Xiang treated her like a slave!
Yes, but then if she stuck with honesty and was questioned astutely, she would end up admitting she kept cumming while being treated like a slave. And that freedom had never made her cum at all let alone cum hard, whereas being treated like a slave made her cum big over and over during the last night and day.
She sat there waiting with the two Caihongs for Fang and Aspen to arrive and kept mentally undermining her own arguments. Sure, it was good to anticipate the other side’s claims, but it was more like she was arguing Xiang’s side and not coming up with ways to counteract what she ended up stating.
Rylie felt her determination leaking away. But she had to take action, didn’t she? She knew what was at stake. Herself! Her sexuality! Her future! Her freedom!
By taking action, she meant going to Caihong for help so that Caihong would take action to save her.
Rylie felt so nervous. And so fucking horny!
She was nervous she would fail to act and fail to appeal to Caihong for help. She was nervous about the appeal as well. It would be so hard to talk to Caihong about these things! They were so shameful!
They did reflect on Xiang. Rylie was the victim of Xiang. But no matter what, the things that happened also reflected on Rylie. At the least, her overall weakness for not being able to say no and needing Caihong to say no for her.
Rylie was nervous about both talking with Caihong about these things and about the prospect of failing to talk to her. Damned if she did and maybe damned to sexual slavery if she didn’t.
Life sure could take unexpected turns quickly!
Something else that gave her pause was Aspen. Rylie did not want Aspen to know what Xiang had gotten away with doing to Rylie. She also did not want to ruin this opportunity for a financial windfall for Aspen. But then again, she had major concerns about Fang being like Xiang. She did not want Aspen exposed to the same behavior Rylie had suffered.
Rylie still did not think Fang could be as bad as Xiang. What were the odds? But if Fang was even half as bad, or one-fourth as bad, or even one-hundredth, Rylie did not want Aspen to deal with that.
Obviously, Aspen would not crumble like a dry, thin cookie like Rylie had. But Aspen shouldn’t have to reject advances from Fang.
They waited for the remaining two with varying measures of patience. Xiang looked serene other than when she looked at Rylie. For some reason, she then looked eager. Was she perhaps already planning out what to do to Rylie after dinner?
Rylie had adopted a nervous patience because she did not want to take the bull by the horns. Xiang was the bull, and Caihong was also the bull because Rylie would have to admit things to her and also convince her. Each minute they waited was a welcome delay to Rylie.
Oh, except she was so damn hungry!
Fuck this! If a girl, an American slut, was going to be dominated every which way to Sunday, her fucking nasty Chinese lesbian wealth princess dominant should at least feed her! Fuck!
Caihong was by far the least patient of them. She was scowling and looking at the digital clock face on her smartphone.
Caihong slapped the table, “Fang is so irresponsible! She has one thing at one time to show up for in an entire day. Just one! Just this dinner! How fucking hard is it? Must be most hard for your insolent twin, Xiang.”
Xiang said calmly but with a hint of amusement, “I thought I was the insolent one.”
“You are both so insolent! Both so rebellious! But you are the punctual insolent twin, and Fang is the tardy insolent twin.”
Xiang tapped a fork on her empty plate, “We should eat without them. I’m hungry.”
Rylie felt like agreeing. And maybe pointing out she had to be ten times hungrier than Rylie.
Caihong, apparently not satisfied slapping the table, grabbed her cane and pounded it on the floor, “No! It is rude to be late, but it is also rude to eat before everyone arrives. As well, all servants are away in China for re-education. There is none here to serve food other than the temporary American servants. One servant alone to serve is a dishonor for a great family such as Chius. We must await the other American and so then have a complement of two servants.”
Fuck this! Rylie had forgotten that she and Aspen were both friendship companions and servants on an as-needed basis. Such as the chauffeuring she and Aspen did earlier.
Holy fuck! Now she’d have to wait for Fang and Aspen to arrive and then go fucking cook the damn dinner and then fucking serve the fucking goddamn dinner and then finally eat afterward?
Fuck this!!!
Rylie said nothing and sat as still as possible. Even small movements set her nipples to buzzing. They were so hard! Rylie felt her circulation pulsing in them. She did not dare look down but wondered if her hard nipples were jerking and making a commotion under her shirt. Was it obvious they were pierced?
Even her own body might undermine what she told Caihong. How convincing would she be telling Caihong that Xiang picked on her and Rylie did not like it while her nipples were poking out?
Rylie noticed how Caihong did not even look at her, let alone chat with her. It was a relief because of Rylie’s hard nipples and how obviously needy Rylie felt. But it was also insulting. It was like Rylie did not matter at all. Rylie’s presence simply meant the Chius were halfway to a full complement of dinner serving servants.
Caihong was a terrible hostess. She had not greeted Rylie, and she had not asked how things were going. Rylie would have had to say something noncommittal up until it was time to commit to telling Caihong all about the terrible predicament Rylie found herself in.
Xiang sounded falsely sweet, “Grandma, I noticed you have not died since last I saw you.”
Caihong scowled at her, “Some wishes by grandchildren do not come true.”
Xiang was amused, “Wishes take time. We shall see what the next twenty-fours bring.”
Caihong made what sounded like a growl.
Rylie wasn’t sure which was more intimidating, Xiang’s calmly spoken cruelty or Caihong’s anger. The Chius were scary bitches!
Speak of the yellow devils, Rylie thought she heard Fang’s voice down a hallway. And then Aspen’s much more subdued voice.
Just outside an open doorway, in a hallway Rylie could not see down from her angle, she heard Fang speak again.
“Wait here, stupid. I must introduce the new and improved stupid American.”
Gasp. Had Fang just called Aspen stupid? Aspen would not stand for that!
Rylie wondered if she would hear profanity and then Aspen slapping Fang, or if Aspen would slap Fang and then cuss her out.
Instead, she heard nothing, and Fang walked around the corner.
Fang said cheerily, “Hello, darling sister, hated grandmother, and other American slut.”
Gasp! Actually, Rylie thought she gasped physically as well as emotionally.
Fang was out loud calling her an American slut! And since Aspen was right around the corner, that meant Fang was also openly calling Aspen an American slut!
Which was shocking. Because it sounded like what Xiang liked to say to Rylie. Maybe the twins were very much alike and in that way, the worst way, the ay of racist lesbian domination.
It was surprising to hear the term from a mouth other than Xiang’s and surprising, even if Fang felt that way about Aspen and Rylie, that Fang would say it in front of her grandmother.
Caihong did not seem surprised or upset, not by that, “Tardy grandchild, does your friendship companion not have a watch or clock upon her that you can refer to for guidance to avoid lateness to dinner?”
Fang looked at Caihong with animosity, “Grandma Caihong, still not on your deathbed? Perhaps it is you who are not aware enough of passing time and how you have worn out your usefulness in this world.”
Caihong thumped her cane on the floor, “What would you two do without me? Spend Chiu fortune? Lose Chiu family respect? Be careful what you wish for.”
Xiang snickered and said to Fang, “Sister, sadly Grandma Caihong fails to suffer rigor mortis and instead has the vigor mortis. Too much vigor! Also, too much vinegar.”
Fang laughed. Caihong did not laugh.
As crazy and nasty and rude as the conversation was, Rylie thought it boded well. They were not exactly buttering up Caihong to favor them in any dispute. Rylie hoped it made it much more likely, probably almost certain, that Caihong would take her side if Rylie complained about Xiang’s treatment.
If? If!?! Really Rylie?
Fang ignored Caihong. She asked Xiang, “How does it progress with your American slut?”
Talking about her! What would Xiang say?
Xiang smiled big with hooded eyes, like a cat with a mouse in its mouth, “It progresses as expected. As I assumed. No surprises at all.”
As expected!?!
As she’d assumed!?!
No surprises at all!?! Rylie had spent the last twenty-four plus hours surprised over an dover again, often by herself and her own reactions.
Xiang had expected all that? Sure, she maybe had planned things ahead, and now it sounded like her twin sister knew what Xiang had planned. But Xiang could not have expected and assumed Rylie’s will would crumble and that Rylie would cum over and over like… like… an American slut.
Fang reported, “No matter how successful you have been, sister, I have been even more successful with my American slut.”
There it was again, Fang using that term! In front of Caihong!
Where was Aspen? Why wasn’t she coming into the dining room?
Xiang disagreed, “My American slut has added features since last you saw her.”
Fang looked at Rylie, “I see no change.”
“You will see later. Before, she was not pierced. Now, she is pierced. As to wear, you will see later.”
She would? There was no way Rylie was going to show Fang her nipples or her pierced clitoris! Her three pierced clitorises by how they felt.
Fang said, “I will see, and I look forward to seeing it. My American slut is also more pierced than before. As you will feel later.”
Feel? Did she say “feel?”
Xiang waggled a finger, “You said more pierced. The redheaded one was already pierced, and you added to it. Whereas my American slut had no piercing and now has the slut triangle.”
Slut triangle? Rylie guessed her two pierced nipples and her pierced clitoris did make a triangle. Any three points did if they weren’t in a row. As for the slut part, the piercings did make her feel slutty. That she was treated that way and allowed it was slutty. And she reacted very slutty because of the effect on her nipples.
Fang nodded appreciatively, “Yes, good, a slut triangle is a good thing on a slut. Mine now has a complete slut triangle as well.”
Holy shit! Oh no! That meant poor Aspen had a pierced clitoris to go along with her pierced nipples!
Fuck! Rylie felt bad. When she saw Aspen chauffeuring Fang towards Dai Lu’s that afternoon, she should have done something. She should have turned her vehicle around and stopped it from happening. It was, in a way, her fault that Aspen had a pierced clitoris!
Rylie remembered the conversation Aspen and she had the first day when they first arrived at the Chiu estate. They had gone over the physical changes they’d had to allow as part of the friendship companion contracts they signed with Caihong. Two piercings and one tattoo for Aspen and two tattoos for Rylie.
They’d talked about how the piercings were on Aspen’s nipples and that they would not have signed the contracts if a clitoral piercing was required.
Now, a day later, they both had clitoral piercings! And not even as part of a contract that would have them rolling in funds. They were pierced where they thought they’d never risk piercings simply because their respective disrespecting Chinese wealth princesses wanted them pierced there!
This was awful! This was a disaster!
Rylie remembered vividly Aspen’s reaction to the idea of clit piercing.
Aspen had said, “Thank God she didn’t want to pierce a clit, or this deal would be off. Only a deranged woman would pierce their clit. What if it did damage and you couldn’t orgasm? What if it added too much sensation and you walked around orgasming every ten feet?”
Only a deranged woman would pierce their clit….
Rylie wasn’t sure about Aspen, but she did not feel deranged. She felt off-kilter. She felt beaten, defeated, and submissive. But maybe sexual submission was a kind of derangement? It was a deranged way to be.
Rylie knew already that getting her clit pierced had not prevented her from being able to orgasm. She did not think her clit piercing had increased her sensations either. But the nipple piercings sure had.
Fang walked further into the dining room. Still no sign of Aspen. Was she just waiting around the corner? Standing there and listening? Waiting for Fang to call her in?
What had happened to Aspen since Rylie last saw her? Rylie was worried for her friend.
Fang said, “My American slut has the slut triangle just as yours does. Though true that she had piercings when I first received her and yours did not, my American slut has more holes in her than does yours. Yours is pierced only for her pleasure.”
Not true! The piercings were not for Rylie’s pleasure. She had not wanted them! Though it was true that her pierced nipples did now cause epic pleasure whether she wanted it or not. They caused pleasure when she just sat there doing nothing! And a lot more when she moved.
Fang went on, “My American slut also has a piercing which is not for her own pleasure but is for serving pleasure to her betters in life.”
Huh?
But Xiang knew right away, “Damn it! I was going to do that! But I was easing mine into ever more piercings. Your Flame Hair Freckle Face now has a pierced tongue?”
“Of course, twin. After all, my pleasure is of much greater importance than her own pleasure. Though it does seem to give her pleasure when she pleasures me with her newly pierced tongue.”
Rylie sat there wide-eyed and horrified. Aspen’s tongue was pierced! A fourth piercing!
It also came home to Rylie that Aspen must have fallen into a sexual relationship with Fang. Why else would Fang be talking about her own pleasure being served by having Aspen’s tongue pierced?
Jesus. It even sounded like Aspen had… well, she must have licked Fang’s pussy between when she got her tongue pierced, just a few hours ago, and coming to this dinner.
And Fang said Aspen liked it? Did she like giving Fang oral pleasure with her newly pierced tongue?
Fang was a liar!
Was she? Why wasn’t Aspen in the room? Was she too ashamed of what Rylie would think of her? Maybe Fang had told Aspen she intended to brag to everyone at dinner what she’d had done to Aspen. Maybe Aspen did not want to show her face.
Rylie was close with that thought. Very close. But not for the reason she thought.
Xiang looked competitively disappointed, “So, sister, your American slut is better pierced than my own. I will seek to match you or even exceed you before tomorrow’s dinner.”
Match!?! Exceed!?!
Xiang intended to take Rylie back to Dai Lu’s to get one or more piercings!
Her tongue!
Rylie did not want a pierced tongue. She needed to discuss this with Xiang. Persuade her to not—
What the fuck!?!
It was not up to Xiang. It was up to Rylie! No more piercings!
Xiang then asked Fang, “What of Flame Hair Freckle Face’s new tattoo you mentioned?”
“As previously discussed, as with your own American slut, her other ass cheek now has Chinese letter C showing she belongs to Chiu family now.”
Xiang nodded like this was all very normal and expected, “Yes, of course. Like mine, she belongs to the entire family.”
“Like mine!?!”
Rylie felt like she mentally/emotionally stumbled from one nearly incomprehensible shock to another, like someone surrounded by opponents, with each one punching her, and then as she turned and reeled away, whichever one in that direction also punched her.
Xiang seemed to think Aspen and Rylie now belonged to the Chiu family! Which dovetailed with her talk of Rylie being a slave. It seemed like Xiang believed this shit!
Rylie was worried. So worried!
Fang declared, “You may get your American slut ever more pierced and we can go back and forth. However, I am sure I have won the tattoo arms race with my American slut. She now has more tattoos than you will ever be willing to tattoo this other one.”
Xiang was defiant, though not angry, like they were both having fun with their little contest, “I doubt that, sister. I am willing for my American slut to have so many tattoos!”
Rylie wasn’t!
Did it matter?
Of course it did. It was up to her. Right? It would be once Caihong put the twin bitches in their place.
Rylie took a quick look at Caihong. She was listening intently, but her expression was hard to read.
Fang laughed, “Read my American slut and weep, twin. Flame Hair Freckle Face, enter the dining room at once.”
Aspen walked around the corner from one of the hallways.
There was something on Aspen’s face. It looked like….
Wait… what?
At first, Rylie had thought it was a veil. But one slung oddly.
Then she thought Aspen had dirt smeared across her face.
But then Aspen walked closer, and light from the dining room chandelier lit up her face.
It looked like Aspen somehow had twice as many freckles as she had before.
But… that was impossible!
People don’t just grow new freckles. Or maybe they did, but just a few over the course of time. Not however many dozens or hundreds as these and not overnight…!
Fang explained and it was appalling.
“Freckles social shame in China in some circles. The more freckles Flame Hair Freckle Face has, the fewer I will seem to have. And so, I had Dai Lu add so very many tattoo freckles to her face. Now I must rename her Flame Hair Even More Freckle Face!”
Fang laughed and laughed.
Xiang joined her with giggles.
Caihong said nothing.
Aspen and Rylie looked at each other, appalled for themselves and for one another.
