All of a sudden, Rylie was right there, standing just a few feet away from them.
Xiang was lounging lazily in her chair. She sported a lazily confident smile. An indulgent smile. She was indulging herself, not anyone else.
Aspen saw Rylie and tried to stop humping Ouyi the stuffed animal. She tried. She swore she did. But she did not think anyone else would think she tried. Her humping did not slow at all. Not even a hitch in her giddy up.
Aspen was horrified at Rylie seeing her like this. Rylie was seeing her again act like a demented slut, but Rylie was so much closer this time. Aspen was even more horrified that she could try to do something, try to stop humping, and fail so badly that the attempt was imperceptible.
Rylie spoke to Xiang, “Mistress Caihong has sent me back to you, Mistress Xiang.”
Holy shit! Aspen humped as she wrapped her mind around Rylie calling Xiang and Caihong Mistress. Fang had used the term in a sexual way. Rylie could mean it the same way for Xiang. But surely she could not mean Mistress in a sexual way when she spoke of “Mistress Caihong!”
Xiang looked like she thought the situation was hilarious, “Did you enjoy your little discussion with my grandmother?”
Rylie’s face reddened, “I guess… in a way… I did. Yes, Mistress.”
Xiang giggled, “I know that you did. I know in what way you enjoyed yourself. I know because I know my grandmother, and I know what an American slut you are.”
Xiang had just insulted Rylie!
No one insulted Aspen’s friend!
Aspen would… do something about that. At some point. Maybe after she came on Ouyi’s plastic eyeballs. That might be a good time to put a stop to Xiang insulting Rylie.
Fuck. Aspen had her own problems. She was too much of an American slut herself to go to bat for Rylie. Her best friend was on her own! Every American slut for themselves!
Aspen felt it. On top of her sexual corruption and moral corruption, the fucking Chius were corrupting her and Rylie’s friendship!
Aspen could not keep herself from selfishly humping away. She had an orgasm to get to. Right in front of Rylie!
Somehow, humping in front of Rylie was even sexier. Rylie kept stealing looks at her, and each look made Aspen hump harder. And she gasped harder, too, and knew she was doing it on purpose.
She was showing the other American slut what an American slut she was! Aspen was showing off.
Xiang teasingly asked Rylie, “So, is everything all straightened out now? Do you understand your purpose in life? Grandma’s wisdom has guided you?”
Rylie swallowed hard and looked like she was trying to keep her lips sealed. But she failed.
“Yes, Mistress Xiang. Mistress Caihong is very wise and shared her wisdom with me. I understand my purpose now, Mistress Xiang.”
“Show me.”
Xiang spread her legs.
Xiang could not possibly think—
Rylie went to her knees and shuffled forward.
Rylie was going to lick Xiang’s pussy! Right in front of Aspen!
Rylie leaned in and licked. Aspen immediately noted her friend’s fervor. This was not Rylie’s first time licking pussy!
Wow, Rylie was doing it with Aspen right there, one seat over. Then again, Aspen was humping a stuffed animal right there, just one seat over.
They were both such slutty American sluts!
Aspen was amazed that she’d spent so many years friends with Rylie and had never known, never even suspected, that Rylie was a total lesbo slut. Then again, Aspen had not suspected the same thing of herself.
The wet sounds of Rylie’s licks drove Aspen crazy. She pulled and pinched harder at her nipples. The sensation level was over the top and drove her over the top.
Aspen released a loud, attention-getting groan as she orgasmed. Maybe she was louder than need be. Maybe she added a little volume to get attention. She was showing off her slutty orgasm.
It worked.
Xiang tapped the top of Rylie’s head, “Your slave mouth is most pleasing. I will have more of it later but I have something else for your slave mouth to do first.”
Xiang was calling Rylie a slave!
And Rylie took it without objection. Rylie simply knelt back on her heels, her mouth wet with Xiang’s juices.
Xiang said, “Dark-haired slave, go use your slave mouth on the other slave’s tits. On her slave nipples.”
“Other slave!?!” What “other slave!?!”
Aspen knew Xiang must mean her. Did Xiang truly think Aspen and Rylie were slaves?
She did treat them like slaves.
Rylie took the slave name-calling as if it was a simple truth not worth protesting or maybe even thinking about.
Aspen thought Rylie and her both acted and reacted like slaves. Just like slaves, when told to do something, they did it even if they did not want to do it. That was slave stuff!
Rylie stood up and came to Aspen.
She was really going to do it! Rylie was set to obey even this order, an order to Rylie to do something sexual with Aspen!
Hey! They were only best friends! They were not even lesbians!
This was too much. This was going too far. Again. After all the other times of going too far but this time in a new direction. Before, it was Chinese adult wealth brats making American sluts please them and have sex with them. Relatively normal!
But this! This was American slut on American slut action! That wasn’t natural! Was it? Aspen did not know. She felt like she did not know anything. About herself, about Rylie, about the world around them.
She guessed she had to lean on those with experience. Xiang seemed like she knew what she was doing. Fuck, Xiang was commanding and controlling both of them at the same time!
Rylie didn’t even hesitate once at Aspen. She leaned down and sucked in Aspen’s left nipple. Aspen jerked and gasped. The level of sensation was epic.
Xiang giggled and asked, “Dark Hair, do you like the flavor of Flame Hair’s nipple? Flame Hair felt so slutty that she rubbed cake frosting into her nipples.”
Rylie nodded with Aspen’s nipple firmly clamped in her mouth, Rylie’s tongue swiping energetically across it. Aspen groaned from the increase in sensation that had already been nearly too much to take. Aspen could barely think.
Aspen couldn’t feel properly offended that Xiang made it sound like it was her idea to rub the frosting into her nipples. Xiang made her sound so slutty! Even as Aspen already felt so slutty.
Xiang wasn’t even calling them by their names. Xiang knew their names. Instead, they were summarized and encompassed by the simplistic superficiality of hair color.
It was all so demeaning. And so arousing.
Rylie moved to Aspen’s right nipple, licking and sucking, getting all the cake frosting, getting Aspen ever more turned on.
Xiang shifted her chair closer and sounded like a director arranging actors on a stage, “Dark Hair, tilt at the waist with your tits towards Flame Hair. Bring your tits higher while you suck on Flame Hair’s tits. Flame Hair, tilt your head and get one of Dark Hair’s newly pierced nipples in your mouth. Make it happen!”
They made it happen. They obeyed. They took direction.
Xiang was pleased, “Yes, like that. Both slaves now suck the other slave’s slave-pierced nipples. Ever so slutty. Nipple suck, slaves, nipple suck!”
They nipple sucked. Like slaves with slave-pierced nipples.
Aspen did not even fully understand what Xiang meant, but she understood she was being treated like a slave, and she obeyed like a slave. They both were treated that way and obeyed that way.
They both felt the effect, physical and emotional. The submissive obedience boosted and amplified the physical pleasure.
Xiang knew a way to boost it even more. She reached out with both hands, each hand capturing and cupping a shaved slave pussy. Aspen and Rylie both moaned with a mouthful of nipple.
Xiang rubbed their pussies and took great satisfaction in how obedient and aroused the two new slaves were. It helped when their pierced nipples more or less tripled their clitorises, but the two Americans seemed to also have a deep well of submissiveness.
Submissiveness that the Chius had pumped to the surface and would continue to pump. That well of submissiveness, like their pussies, would not dry up any time soon. It was the kind of resource that did not get used up. The more it was utilized, the more it was propagated. The Americans’ reservoir of submissiveness would only expand over time.
The Americans’ previous standards for themselves, independence and freedom, would still be there, hanging around. They were raised that way after all. But those standards and expectations would be ever further dwarfed in comparison to their growing submissiveness.
Xiang enjoyed the triumph represented by rubbing two hot, wet, smooth pussies at the same time. Yet another great reason to be ambidextrous!
Xiang knew how to add to their slave lust. Make them aware beyond the physical actions. Early on, self-awareness was a possible impediment to dominating them. But now it was too late for that. Now self-awareness was a tool to use against them.
“You are not two friends sucking one another’s nipples. You are slaves now. You have no friends. Why not? Because friends require loyalty, and all of a slave’s loyalty must be to her Mistresses. Never to one another. Saves on any possible confusion. You are slaves sucking on each other’s nipples.”
The slaves kept sucking. Maybe more hesitantly for a few moments. Maybe. But they did not stop to voice disagreement. Lack of disagreement was close to agreement but not close enough to Xiang. She wanted more, and it was the role of slaves to give their Mistress anything and everything that the Mistress wanted.
“Dark Hair, tell your Mistress, one of your three Mistresses, the only one present, that you agree with her. Do that, and I will let you go back to sucking the other slave’s nipple.”
Rylie pulled away from Aspen’s nipple, just a few inches, and said what Xiang wanted to hear, “I agree with you, Mistress Xiang!”
“In what way?”
“In every way! We are not friends. We are slaves. We are loyal to you, Mistress, not to one another.”
Aspen looked appalled. But she looked even more aroused.
Rylie went back to nipple sucking. Xiang tapped under Aspen’s chin until Aspen relinquished her latch on Rylie’s nipple.
“Flame Hair Very Much Now Overly Freckled Slut, you’ve been quiet all through dinner and dessert and mutual nipple sucking between slaves. Often it is best if slaves are like well-behaved children, seen and not heard. But not at this moment. You will speak. You will tell me what I want to hear.”
Aspen looked like a deer in the headlights. She did not seem to have a clue as to what to say.
Xiang sighed. Stupid American slut.
“Who is your Mistress?”
“Uh, you… are?”
“Do not answer a question with another question, slave!”
“You are!”
“Better by a little. Address me with the proper title.”
“You are my Mistress. Mistress.”
“And my sister Fang is also…?”
“Fang is also my Mistress!”
“What of my grandmother?”
Aspen looked half-alarmed and half-confused. Ha! The redheaded American could not conceive that elderly Caihong could also be a sexual Mistress. Most amusing!
Xiang had to inform her, “Grandmother Caihong is also your Mistress. All three Chius own both of you slaves. Now say what Grandmother Caihong is to you.”
Aspen looked like she did not want to say it, could not believe she was saying it, and could not help herself from saying it, “Grandmother Caihong is also my Mistress.”
“And we three Chius are the Mistresses to you American sluts because you American sluts are our….”
Xiang left it dangling out there. Aspen could not guess that the answer was “American slut” because Xiang had already called them that. Aspen had no choice but to understand what her Mistress Xiang wanted her to say.
“We are your slaves!”
Aspen looked startled at the degree of enthusiasm she’d put into her answer. She’d said it overly loudly, like the struggle to not say it was transformed into volume.
“Who do you slaves belong to now?”
“We belong to the Chius!”
Again with the enthusiasm! Xiang was as triumphantly pleased by that as Aspen and Rylie were helplessly horrified.
Xiang rewarded them both by firmly jiggling cupped pussies.
“Slaves, get back to sucking slave nipples. Oh, and you may cum.”
Aspen latched back onto Rylie’s nipple. The two new slaves’ bodies twisted to make the mutual nipple sucking work, twisted but not nearly as much as the Chius had twisted them.
Xiang had them stand while still sucking each other’s nipples. Xiang moved her hands to their rears and then down under and between their legs. The slaves moaned away, feeling Xiang’s moving hands, helplessly latched onto nipples, helplessly latched onto slavery.
Xiang dexterously moved her digits until she had two fingers stiff and ready at their pussies and a thumb tip on each of their assholes. She rubbed just a little and let their anticipation build. She waited until she sensed they wanted it, an end to the dread, a new eagerness welling up in them. Then she tapped that well by pushing her fingers into their pussies and popping her thumb tip into their asses.
They groaned on the nipples in their mouths. Then they groaned yet louder. Then they orgasmed, going stiff while shaking and gurgling.
After they calmed just a little, Xiang stood and had them kneel, Dark Hair behind her, Flame Hair in front. She had them orally service her in each location. When she approached orgasm, she stopped them, turned around, and told them to continue. She ended up cumming on Dark Hair’s mouth and with Flame Hair’s tongue up her ass.
Xiang internally debated whether to have them lick each other’s pussies or not. It was tempting to make it a thing that they would only lick Mistress pussy, not slave pussy. Slaves pleasuring each other could cut out the Mistresses if they came to think they could do that whenever they wanted.
But Xiang would not let them get to a point where they thought they could do it at will when they wanted. They would not be alone with each other ever again, and, as long as a Mistress was there, the slaves could not do any semi-rebellious pleasuring of one another. Not on their own initiative.
It was more important to keep them cumming. The Chius wanted the new slaves to associate slavery with sexual pleasure. To the point where they meant nearly the same thing, and one could not exist without the other.
Xiang was all orgasmed out herself. Making slaves was hard work! Most rewarding in an assortment of ways, but it was hard work, no matter how much fun.
So, Xiang had Dark Hair lie on her back on the dining room table and had Flame Hair climb on top of her in reverse. She had them sixty-nine each other to two more orgasms.
They were wet, bedraggled messes after that. The best state for sex slaves!
Xiang decided she would go to bed early. But there was no way in fuck the new slaves would go to bed early. At least, not to sleep.
Xiang told Dark Hair to go to Fang’s wing of the estate and to tell her, “One of your new slaves is reporting for slave duty! Please use this slave!”
Xiang knew Fang would like that because Xiang would like that if Fang sent her a new slave with such a statement.
Dark Hair nodded and looked resolute. Like she was certain she would do exactly as her Mistress Xiang ordered and that she would do it well. Xiang was also certain of it.
“Yes, Mistress!” Rylie sounded like a slut soldier answering her commanding officer.
Xiang gave slightly more detailed directions to Flame Hair. Xiang thought Flame Hair might still think Grandmother Caihong was some other kind of Mistress to her than a sexual one.
“Flame Hair, go find your Mistress Caihong. Tell her one of her new slaves is reporting for duty. Tell her you hope she will use you. Tell her… you would be greatly honored to eat her ass.”
Xiang giggled. There, that should make things quite clear!
Aspen swallowed. Then it looked like she locked up. Like someone trying to move forward and move backward at the same time, thus staying in place.
Flame Hair did not want to acknowledge the order!
Ah, but Flame Hair no longer had a choice. No threat or punishment would be required. She would do it. She would say it. She had no choice. She was now a slave.
“Yes… Mistress. I will… go report to Mistress Caihong.”
“And you will tell her…?”
Aspen made a choking sound, like she was choking on the very idea of eating old ass, and then choked out, “I will tell her it would be this slave’s honor to eat her ass.”
Xiang giggled long and loud. Then she clapped her hands together. Then she spun each slave, first Dark Hair and then Flame Hair, and delivered singular savage spanks to their rears to send them on their missions.
Rylie reported to Fang. Rylie was disconcerted to be treated like a doll and to have to act like a doll. Fang kept her second new dolly up all night in varying degrees of torturous stillness, orgasm need, and the occasional tremendous orgasm.
Aspen reported to Caihong. She had hoped she would be blessedly unable to find the old woman, but Caihong was all too easy to find.
Aspen was relieved when Caihong did not immediately take her up on the offer to eat her ass. Aspen was a lot less relieved when she had to fellate the end of Caihong’s cane, and found there was a nasty taste on it.
Caihong teased that perhaps she’d stuck her cane in some doggy doo-doo on the estate grounds. But Caihong eventually revealed the true source of the taste, it being from the other American slut slave.
The Chius did not have any dogs. They had slaves.
Once Aspen had cleaned the cane by mouth and once Caihong’s gnarled arthritic fingers had brought Aspen to the edge of orgasm, Caihong took Aspen up on her ass eating offer. And graciously allowed Aspen to finger herself to orgasm once Caihong’s orgasm was ensured.
Rylie and Aspen had many surprises at the Chiu estate, but they were in for two more big ones.
A few days later, with the twins swapping the slaves back and forth and Caihong “borrowing” them when she wanted, the Chiu servants returned from their “re-education” in China.
Their return was not the surprise. Their nationality was.
Six more American women! All beauties! All of them were at one time “friendship companions” whom the Chius seduced, dominated, broke down, and enslaved two by two by two.
Rylie and Aspen were the fourth American duo to be enslaved by the Chius!
That was a surprise!
The six women looked constantly aroused but with dead eyes, doll eyes, like there were no thoughts going on in their heads, only lust and obedience.
Rylie and Aspen wondered what made those poor lovelies that way. Rylie and Aspen felt dominated and enslaved, no doubt, but not like that, not like sex slave zombies.
And then Rylie and Aspen got one more surprise.
They were put on a flight to China.
It was time for Rylie’s and Aspen’s “re-educations!”
The End
