A very aroused and out-of-sorts Rylie joined Caihong in a small room by Chiu estate standards. It had lots of bookshelves but was too small to be the actual library. Rylie knew there was a library somewhere on the estate. She doubted the twins were much for reading. Caihong either. Their library was just for show or for bragging.
There was only one chair, a comfortable one, and Caihong sat in it, leaning forward with both hands on her cane.
“Stand before me. This room is where we keep visitors waiting. Not until we are available. Even if we are available, we still keep them waiting. It is standard procedure. Making people wait is a most excellent method for controlling others. It makes them think. They are forced to understand their time is not as valuable as our time. It makes them know they are lesser than any Chiu.
“Otherwise, they may get confused and get a big head. Most visitors here are Americans. They naturally have big heads. We Chius shrink their heads like the witch doctors of the rainforests.”
Jesus. More of this crap like the Chius could walk on water. And more manipulation. The twins were manipulators, and so was their grandmother. Also, more scorn for Americans.
All their riches and privileges resulted in this? The arrogance of all three Chius and the sexual depravity of the twins? It wasn’t like their sense of superiority brought them together. The twins and Caihong sure did not love each other. Or even like each other. Did the Chius do a damn thing in life that was at all useful or helpful to the world?
Rylie could not picture any of them giving money to charity, let alone any time and effort. She was sure they did not treat their employees with generosity. Hell, the entire servant staff was currently back in China for reeducation! That sounded ominous.
But Rylie needed Caihong’s help. The sort-of enemy of Rylie’s enemy (because Caihong and the twins seemed to dislike each other) needed to be Rylie’s friend. Rylie had to be nice. She would normally automatically be respectful to anyone elderly. Actually, to anyone at all. But she needed to be extra polite and tolerant of Caihong.
Rylie felt quite desperate. For help for both Aspen and herself. And for an orgasm.
Rylie was driven by guilt as well. She had failed to interrupt Xiang’s domination of Aspen. She had not even slowed it down. Or even tried. Worse, she watched with ever-increasing arousal. She had started off orgasm needy, true that, but she was a lot more in need of one after seeing Xiang dominate Aspen.
Rylie had always thought she was a great friend to have, and specifically a great friend to Aspen. She had to redeem herself.
There was a way to get partial redemption. She could not, or had not, helped Aspen, but she could get someone else to help. Caihong. It had to be Caihong.
There were only the five of them in this great big estate. The twins were the actual problem. They could not be persuaded to help deal with themselves. They were fucking merciless! Maybe they were related to that Ming the Merciless guy. Wait, was that dude real, or was he a fictional character?
Whichever. The twins were the actual issue. Rylie and Aspen were the flip side of that same issue. It turned out they were submissive! They must be. Who knew? Not Rylie. She had never suspected.
Sure, she liked to please a sexual partner – a guy – in bed. That wasn’t submissive, that was just natural. Sexual partners should want to please one another. As opposed to the fucking evil twins who took care of their own pleasure by forcing others to pleasure them and got off on it.
The twins were the problem; Rylie and Aspen were not their own solution. That left Caihong. The final hope.
Was it final? Rylie knew she and Aspen could leave. They could. Technically. They were not imprisoned. There were no guards. Rylie was the strongest of the five women on the estate, even if she wasn’t above average in strength.
Not that Rylie thought the twins would try to physically restrain them. It was not the twins who would restrain them from leaving, not physically.
It would be a combination of commitment and submission that kept them stuck at the estate. Not a noble commitment. It was sunk cost. They’d put up with so much and submitted to so much. Rylie sure had! She assumed that Aspen had as well. Even if Aspen’s only submission was the one Rylie just saw in the dining room, it was still a lot. But there was no way that was the only time. It was quite clear Fang had done a lot of work on Aspen. The tattoos were proof of it.
Their bodies were defaced with tattoos and piercings. Aspen’s fucking face was defaced with freckle tattoos! Their bodies were altered as well. The nipple sensitivity was crazy. It was almost debilitating. It was a handicap! But, uh, good luck getting a handicap parking permit for that one.
It was all sunk cost. They had paid the price so quickly. There was also the very big carrot of the huge payout they would earn if they were still in place as friendship companions in six months minus one day.
Caihong was the only—
Caihong barked, “Does your brain not work? I said to stand before me. Don’t you keep Caihong Chiu waiting! Don’t you try to put the other shoe on my foot!”
“Oh, I wasn’t! Not at all! I’m sorry!”
Rylie had zoned out. So much to think about. So much to regret and dread and feel guilt and shame about. Rylie rushed to stand in front of Caihong. She guessed she had kept her waiting, just a little.
But Caihong was still power tripping. She got to sit, and Rylie had to stand. These Chius were something else!
Caihong narrowed her squinty, lined eyes at Rylie, “American friendship companion, tell me all of what has occurred since yesterday when you left with Xiang to go to her wing of the estate. Tell all. Be most accurate.”
Caihong was literally asking her to tell about the things she needed to tell about and had to tell about. This was good. Caihong was receptive, and it wouldn’t even come across as Rylie going out of her way to report Caihong’s granddaughter. It would just be Rylie doing as she was told to do. That’s what these Chius liked, for people to do what the Chius told them to do!
Rylie did it. She told Caihong everything. At first, she kept the details to a minimum. But Caihong cross-questioned her and clearly wanted the details. So, Rylie gave details. A lot more detail than she wanted to provide. But she’d broken the ice and had sort of fallen through it.
But not into icy cold. It was so humiliating to talk about what had happened. Rylie could not help blushing and flushing. It was intensely embarrassing to talk about her own reactions when Caihong persistently got her to tell the detailed truth.
It made Rylie feel hot and sweaty. More sweat right between the legs. It was so unusual. She did not usually sweat right there or nearly so much.
At some point, she gave up the pretense and understood that it turned her on to talk about her recent experiences. Even when talking to a foreign woman who must be over eighty!
Rylie kept talking, feeling like she was blabbing, feeling like a tattletale even though she was the victim and there should be no expectation of loyalty. Even as she talked, she tried to better understand her arousal.
The damn nipple piercings. That was a part of it. Just talking made her nipples move slightly and rub in the inside of her shirt.
Her ongoing state of orgasm denial was also part of her arousal. But Rylie’s arousal was not only ongoing. It was increasing.
Rylie suddenly knew what must be going on with her. Xiang had humiliated her so often and she had done it when Rylie was aroused and the humiliation and the arousal went hand in hand right up to Rylie cumming. Usually cumming. Not right before dinner when the orgasm denial started.
Feeling so much humiliation while telling Caihong everything made her arousal soar because Xiang had trained her up. Humiliation now turned her on!
Rylie was sure there was a fix for that. There had to be. No one could go through life like this. Definitely not Rylie! Time would fix it. Caihong had to fix Xiang, and Fang, Rylie’s and Aspen’s situation, and then Rylie would gradually fix herself. Xiang broke her in a day. Rylie bet it would take longer to fix herself. Fixing was always more difficult than breaking.
Rylie realized there was something else to her heated arousal. It was not only the humiliation of telling out loud what was done to her and how she’d reacted. Caihong, with her demanding glares and sharp questions and brusque tone, was forcing her to talk and forcing her to tell what she did not want to tell. The nasty details!
Caihong… was dominating the conversation.
Caihong was verbally dominating Rylie!
Rylie felt humiliated and dominated, and that made her feel aroused and submissive.
Good thing Caihong had no clue about the effect she was having on Rylie.
Rylie felt it. She really felt the heat of it, multiple kinds of heat.
She was getting Chiu-ed! She was getting Chiu-ed up! By another Chiu!
Good thing this Chiu was too old and too clueless and too traditional to be—
“Take off all your clothes.”
“Uh, what?”
“Does your brain work or not? Do your ears work or not? I said for you to take off all your clothes.”
“Why?”
“You make so many claims. And some of them involve easily verifiable physical manifestations. These piercings and the added tattoo. Are they even real? I assume so but, as they say, assume make ass out of u and me. So, show me u ass.”
It… made sense?
Yeah. Rylie had to go with that thought. She had to do it. Now was no time to start not cooperating. She did not want to seem like she was trying to hide anything by hiding her body.
Rylie took off her clothes. She wished Caihong did not lean forward and watch as intently as she did.
Once down to her panties and thin top, Rylie had a shock of self-awareness. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet! They had been for quite some time, and she’d accepted their circumstance as a sort of new normal. But she was about to uncover them and it sure would look slutty to have a wet pussy and such hard nipples.
But what could she do? Caihong insisted that she get naked, and she was already halfway there.
After a pause, clueless about what to do or how to fix the problem, Rylie pulled off her top. Maybe that would be close enough to nudity. Maybe the hard nipples could be excused as swollen in reaction to the piercings.
Even better, maybe Caihong had poor vision. Maybe that was why she leaned forward the way she did and looked so intent. Hopefully she had terrible vision! Old people had bad eyes, right?
Not this old person.
Once Rylie stepped out of her panties, Caihong exclaimed, “Why are you so wet? So, it is true that American women are sluts? Even taking off clothes for any reason makes them wet?”
Rylie could not bear to admit arousal! Caihong would think she was a slut and that all American women were sluts! Rylie had to lie. For America!
“No, it only looks that way. I… I have shiny labia. It’s a skin thing.”
Caihong scoffed, “Oh, and is it also a pubic hair thing? Your lady fur is so shiny!”
“I… I have a special body wash….”
“Oh? That is the look you go for and cultivate? The always so wet look? If wet from taking off clothing, then a slut. If wanting to always look wet, then also a slut.”
Damn it! This was not going well.
Then it got worse.
Caihong’s voice took on iron, “Caihong will settle this. Caihong wants to know if American is a liar and if American is a slut. Hand me the panties. Now!”
Rylie still held her panties. She knew they were wet. They had to be. They even felt heavier than usual.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Fuck.
She had to cooperate. But to cooperate was to be convicted in the court of sluttiness. But to fail to cooperate would lead to her conviction in wet panty absentia.
She was fucked no matter what she did. But one of the two options at least meant she was cooperative with the old lady who represented her best and perhaps last hope.
Rylie stepped forward, very conscious of her nudity and her bouncing, achy, pleasure-pulsing nipples. She handed Caihong the panties.
Caihong felt them in her wrinkled fingers and then even sniffed them. While grinning a toothy grin!
Rylie was mortified. This was the worst ever. This was such intense humiliation. This was worse humiliation than with Xiang. At least Xiang wanted her to be a slut. This was a big reveal and a big loss in status with Caihong. What little dubious status Rylie had had.
Caihong concluded, “So wet! Shiny labia? Caihong’s old wrinkled ass! Special body wash? Your ‘body wash’ is pussy juice!”
Rylie’s face burned.
Caihong’s eyes narrowed, “You have lied to me. No more lies. No lies ever again. I will punish you.”
Caihong would punish her? In what way? She had no right!
Caihong sounded a little like Xiang….
Wait, had Caihong said that any more lies would lead to punishment, or was she saying she was going to punish her for the current lie?
Shit shit shit. Rylie knew her strategy was to cooperate. She needed Caihong’s help and cooperation and that meant cooperating with what Caihong wanted.
Rylie felt an epic sinking feeling as she understood that if Caihong decided to punish her she would go along with it.
Holy fuck. What kind of punishments might an elderly woman from China believe in? Traditional punishments were most often of a painful physical nature.
Caihong set the wet panties on a wooden stand next to the chair. It had a round top for drinks. And for wet panties….
Caihong told her, “Perhaps those panties will have a role to play a little later.”
What possible “role” could panties have? Only to be worn, right?
Caihong should just give them back! It wasn’t like Rylie would put them back on. Not yet. Not without Caihong’s permission.
Caihong summed up, “You have a wet pussy. A slutty pussy.”
Rylie stammered, “Uh, ah, no, no, that isn’t it. I’m just… like that. It’s just the way my body is.”
A silly claim, and she knew it. If she went around this wet all the time, she’d be terribly dehydrated unless she drank constantly. If she were this wet while she slept, she’d wake up mummified!
Caihong knew it was silly, “Stupid slutty girl. You play Caihong for a fool and even lie to Caihong right after Caihong caught you lying and Caihong instruct you to never do it again. So disrespectful. So foolish. Caihong will punish you. Soon. But first, time for truth. Caihong must fix liar before then punishing liar to cement the fix in place. State it clearly. Do you have a wet pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Yes to what? Are you an idiot? I think so!”
“Yes! I have a wet pussy!”
“Is this a normal condition?”
“No. It is not normal for me.”
“Is it from body wash?”
“No. It is not from body wash.”
“You have naturally shiny labia and shiny pubes that shine so much they look wet even when not wet?”
“No. That isn’t why. I am wet.”
“Wet with arousal?”
Rylie had a hard time admitting it, but the words crawled out of her mouth, “I’m wet… because I’m aroused.”
“You are aroused because you are a slut?”
“No! I’m not! That is not why!”
Rylie said it with offended confidence, but she did not feel as confident as she sounded. She sure was wet. She was still aroused even like this, even alone in a little room with a belligerent Chinese granny. It did seem slutty!
