The Asian Girl Next Door

The Asian Girl Next Door

Sara was tied upside down, her head dangling above a bucket of water. She took long exasperated breaths. 1 minute 30 seconds, that was a record.

Her long black hair was tied tight into a braid which was tied to a large metal ass hook that went up her rear end. Clamps viciously bit into her nipples and metal weights hung down off of them. 

I sat in a chair on the other side of the room. In my left hand was a remote control that would submerge her head into the bucket for as long as I pressed it. With my right hand I stroked my cock.

“Can you try for 2 minutes Sara?”

“No sir please. I almost drowned, please!”

She was sobbing and began thrashing around wildly in her bondage as if she even had a chance of breaking free. Cute. 

I knew 2 minutes underwater would likely drown her so I held off. Might as well get something out of the threat though.

“Okay, instead of that, what can you offer me instead?”

Sara thought for a second and blurted out

“Whip my titties, sir please! And my ass! Until it bleeds master!”

As I walked to the wall to grab the whip, I thought about how lucky I was, and about how this fantasy had first became a reality.

6 months earlier 

Things in my quiet neighborhood were pretty boring before Sara arrived. I’d go to work, water my plants, and take out the trash every day. It was a mundane life. 

Then one day a nice couple moved to the house next door. With them they brought their beautiful 18 year old daughter, Sara Ling. Sara was still a senior at the local private school. She was a sight to behold - a cute little Asian girl about 5’1 with beautiful brown eyes, lucious straight black hair, and a nice pert ass and B-cup titties. I was infatuated with her at first sight.

I would see her around the neighberhood and wave hello, and she would smile and wave back. I’m sure in her mind I was simply a friendly neighbor who wished her well. In reality, I fantasized about kidnapping and raping her daily.

My first taste of violating Sara came when I hired her to dogsit for me. I would be gone for a week so I asked her if she could watch over my pup for $100 a day. It was summer break and she had nothing else to do so she happily agreed. I had placed cameras all over my house, including the bathroom and shower. I got many hours of masturbation out of those clips. I knew I had to take it a step further

I bought a second house out in the wilderness. It would serve as Sara and I’s new home. Eventually I would move out there permanently but for a few months I would need to live in a separate house from Sara until the police stopped looking.

I waited weeks for the perfect opportunity, until one day I was driving late at night and saw her walking by herself, still in her cute private school outfit.

“Hey Sara, need a ride home?”

“Oh hi! Yes that’d great.” She said with a trusting smile. “Stayed at the library a little to late!”

She walked over to my car and shut the door behind her. As we drove off I asked her how her day was. My heart was beating out of my chest.

As she blabbed on about what a jerk her calculus teacher was I reached for the syringe next to me. Once we got to an empty stoplight I quickly jabbed it in her thigh and pressed down. Her eyes darted to me and opened wide with shock. I quickly punched her across the face to disable any sort of resistance and then grabbed her hands and quickly applied the cuffs. 

“What are you….” She said as she drifted off to sleep 

“Shut up slave!” I gave her another sock to the face.

I quickly peeled off into a backroad and opened her door - pulling her out and quickly tossing her incapacitated body in the trunk. I drove for the next hour to my wilderness hideout, her limp body bouncing around in the back the whole time. My heart was going 1000 beats a second the whole way.

When we arrived, I picked up her limp body and carried her down into the basement. I walked past the large wooden torture rack to get to the small dog cage I had in the back of the makeshift dungeon. I stripped her of her clothes, leaving her stark naked. I then attached a shock collar around her pretty neck and locked it in place, and popped a doggy bone gag in her mouth. I handcuffed her wrists behind her and shoved her in the cage ass first, then locked the door. She was pretty cramped in there, but her comfort was not my concern.

With that I went upstairs and fixed myself a drink to calm my nerves. I couldn’t believe this feat I had performed. 

I walked to my bedroom and smelled her skirt and panties. I was intoxicating, and that night I used her panties to jerk off to the thought of all the devious tortures I would perform upon her supple young body. I drifted off to sleep, still in a trance from the day.

When I awoke, I was like a kid on Christmas. I quickly ran down the basement steps to make sure it wasn’t a dream. Indeed, it was not. I had my own personal fuck slave.

Sara looked up at me with shock and confusion. Her eyes burned with anger. She tried to yell something around her gag but it was all muffled. 

“Silence!”

Sara went quiet.

“Listen up Sara, you are now my property. My slave, if you will. I have been watching you all these months with one goal in mind - to take your body and make it mine. You will not be let go, you now exist only to serve.”

She was now shaking her head rapidly and yelling obscenities through the gag. I needed her to be quiet so I pressed the button the remote and gave her a good 5 second shock, causing her to thrash around wildly in her cage.

Once she had stilled, I kept my explanation.

If you resist me or protest, like you just did, you will be punished harshly. Sometimes you will be tortured as part of a game we play, if you resist that, you will be tortured further.”

At this point my sweet Sara was sobbing, her cute Asian face the saddest I’d ever seen it. 

“Now I’m going to take you out of that cage. If you struggle in any way I’ll shock you for 15 seconds. Got it?”

She nodded at me fearfully. I then reached down and unlocked the cage door. I took a handful of her luscious black hair and drug her out and she cried and screamed. I lifted her to her feet and stood over her tiny naked body menacingly. 

“Sara I’m going to touch you now. You must not resist me or I’ll torture you all night”

Sara looked at me with absolute terror as I began fondling her body. I tweaked her nipples, grabbed her pussy, and squeezed her ass. She recoiled in disgust all along.

I quickly dragged her over to the bed I had setup in the basement and threw her down. I grabbed some lube and began wetting her pussy and my hard cock. She looked terrified but didn’t resist, probably in state of shock and terror. 

As I brutally raped her, I kept my eyes locked on her gorgeous face. Sadness enveloped her and tears were streaming down her beautiful features.  I leaned down to whisper

“You’re mine now, Sara”

I twisted her petite nipples and and came, filling her with my load as she let out a heartbreaking wail of sadness. This was going to be fun.

2 years later

Sara laid next to me on the couch. Her naked body curled up against mine and her petite hand stroking my cock. Today we were watching some old films. By films I of course mean films I had made of our various exploits.

This episode was “Sara Goes Back To School.” It featured my slave in a mockery of a schoolgirl outfit, her caramel ass showing from out of the mini skirt. She was writing on the chalk board the same phrase over and over: “i am a worthless piece of garbage.” All the while, I stood behind her and beat her exposed ass with a heavy paddle. 

At the end of the video, I zoomed the camera in on her battered and bruised derrière, then brought the camera to her tear streaked face and had her say “this worthless piece of trash has learned her lesson” As she let out a miserable sob.

I turned my head to look at Sara, she looked uncomfortable and cringed at the painful memory as she continued stroking my cock. It was delicious. 

“Which one should we watch next, fuckslave?”

“How about “Sara’s First Pussy Whipping”

“Great choice you worthless bitch. Get up and put it in.”

Sara got up and hobbled over to the DVD stand, her ankles locked together with short cuffs. She inserted the DVD, and walked back, eyes submissively cast downward.

The video began with a zoom in on Sara’s terrified face. Sweat dripped from her forehead and her wide-open eyes darted around the room. The camera panned to reveal her naked form strapped to a whipping bench. Her legs were lifted off the ground by metal poles that ended with a clamp around her ankles, and her arms were kept flat against the wooden platform by built-in shackles, leaving her naked shaved pussy exposed. The camera moved to her pussy, and you can see her delicious lips jutting out.

The next shot is me standing in front of her holding a long brown whip. As I whip her helpless body Sara howls and screams into the emptiness of the dungeon.

As the video plays, I turn to Sara and begin making out with her. As the sound of her own screams play through the speakers, Sara continues making out with me and stroking my cock.

I whisper “faster” and she begins rapidly jerking me off. I begin fingering her vulnerable pussy, and reach for a vibrating egg I have on the table in front me. I stick it inside her cunt and turn it on highest speed. 

I stand up and order her to her knees. She immediately begins sucking me off. As she does so I alternate between watching the video of her torment and catching her upturned gaze and she locks eyes with me from below. I pet her head gently as she continues blowing me.

I sit down on the couch and order her to ride me reverse cowgirl. I unhook her ankle cuffs and she straddles my legs and takes out the vibrator. I turn it off and stick it in her open mouth to clean as she lowers her wet pussy onto my rigid pole. As she bounces up and down, I order her to keep her eyes locked on the video of her own torment. 

After a couple minutes I cum, pushing her down on my cock and using her tiny Asian body like a pocket pussy to jerk me off. 

After stepping off of me, I take the vibrator from her mouth and stick it back in her pussy, turning it to the highest setting. She would be keeping that in until tomorrow - hopefully she could enjoy some orgasms herself.

She cleaned us both up with a towel and obediently kneeled in front of me, eyes downcast awaiting her next order.

“Back on the couch Sara, we have a few more movies to watch”

Next up was “Sara Can’t Breath”

It featured my slave with a noose around her neck, forced to stand on her tippy toes. As she choked and sputtered I walked around her and flicked a whip at her twitching body. When I sensed she was about to pass out I’d lower her a bit and give her a brief second to breath before lifting her back up. Just for fun Id occasionally land a few punches to the stomach to throw her off balance. At the end of the video, Sara is brought up so only one toe can barely reach the floor. She jerks me off as she struggles her final breaths, and I cum all over her thighs as her face starts to turn blue. 

A few more classics afterwards

“Sara The Human Piñata” - in which I strung Sara up and beat her with a rubber bat. By the end of it she was coughing up blood as I think I had caused some internal bleeding or perhaps fractured a bone or two. That was my most brutal treatment of her and I vowed to never repeat it. Not because I cared about her well being but because I didn’t want to break a bone and take her out of commission. She was allowed a few weeks of rest after that - well beside some occasional nipple torture (I couldn’t help myself)

“Shocking Sara” was another classic - I attached electrodes to every inch of her naked body and placed her inside of a small metal cage suspended from the ceiling. I played with the dial to the shock box as she grabbed the cage bars and shook them as if she could ever get out. For the last hour of the torment I blindfolded my crying slave and walked around her, shocking her tits ass and pussy with a cattle prod. At the end, I took her out the cage and had her suck me off as the electrodes continued to pump electricity through her body every few seconds. Blowjobs are so much better when they’re accompanied by screams.  

These were all great movies but I needed another. Watching the same old films was getting old.

“Sara, I need some more movie ideas. Can you help me with that?”

“Yes master” Sara said, eyes still cast downward as she’s been trained.

“Okay, im going to go run some errands. When I get back I want you to have come up with at least 3. Ill pick the best one.”

I lifted her head so she was looking into my eyes

“If you’re ideas aren’t sadistic enough, I’ll put you in the barrel, understood slave?”

Sara looked scared and nodded her head anxiously “Yes master”

With that I took my slave downstairs to the basement and led her into her kennel. I gave her a paper and a crayon to write with. Didn’t want to give her any sharp objects she could end her life prematurely with. At this point she’d probably decided she was better off dead and I couldn’t let that happen - there was too much fun to be had with her gorgeous little hurtable body.

I returned from the store an hour later, excited to hear what twisted ideas my slut had dreamed up. I knew they would be harsh since she feared the barrel more than anything and would avoid it at all costs. 

The first idea was titled “Stinging Sara” - she would be placed in a closed metal box for an hour with a nest of bees. It was a good idea and I did have a wasp nest outside my back door I could use. Maybe rub some honey on her tits so they’d bear the brunt of the attack. It required too much setup though. Maybe another day…

The second was “Sara’s Sees the Doctor” - it involved me tying her to the gynecological chair with her legs high up in stirrups, and taking a taser to her pussy for half an hour. That would then be followed by another half hour of caning her exposed feet. This was a good one. I did enjoy torturing her pretty feet every once in a while. Didn’t strike my fancy today though.

Her last idea was called “Watering Sara” - it involved Sara being forced to dig a large hole outside and bury herself in it so only her head was showing. Once that was done I would then slap her across the face for 20 minutes, and then piss on her and leave her outside while the piss dried on her face. I think I liked this one best. 

I grabbed a shovel from the garage and took Sara out of her kennel. I then shackled her legs and arms so she couldn’t attack me with the shovel and led her outside to my spacious isolated backyard to begin the shoot.

Even though we were isolated, I wanted to be extra safe, so I stuck a very large red ball gag in her mouth.

I popped open a lawn chair and turned on the camera as the miserable girl began shoveling. I held a whip in one hand and a beer in the other. I would need some drinks in me if I wanted the piss to really come out. If Sara slowed down I would flick the whip at her, causing her to scream through her gag and shovel faster. After about 2 hours the exhausted girl had finished, and she lowered herself into the hole. 

I grabbed the shovel and filled in the dirt around her. Once I finished I smacked her head lightly with the shovel. I thought it was light anyway, it brought a loud shriek through the gag. Sometimes I don’t know my own strength.

I kneeled down so I was on level with her and slapped her head back and forth. After about 10 minutes I got bored and took a break to fuck her tear-stained face. Then some more slapping, and finally, I emptied my bladder all over her. I then put the gag back in and grabbed the camera, whip, and folding chair and went inside to cool off.

It was hot out but it was nothing Sara couldn’t handle, after all I had once left her in a metal box outside on a summer day for 7 hours.

I thought about bringing her some water but figured my piss was good enough refreshment. I’d leave here there overnight and come back to get her in the morning. 

The next morning I walked outside and saw she was still sleeping. I had a full bladder that morning so woke her up with a stream of piss. 

“Rise and shine, slave” I told my piss-soaked sextoy with a smile. “How’d you sleep?”

“Not good mather”  she tried to say through the gag.

“Good - comfortable sleep is for normal people not worthless fucktoys like yourself. Now let’s get you out of there.”

I dug her out of the hole and removed her shackles. I threw her a bar of soap and sprayed her down with a hose until she was completely clean. I let her drink some of the water from the high-pressure hose, which was quite a funny sight. 

After she was cleaned and dried off, I put her shackles back on and brought her inside. I ate some eggs for breakfast while Sara knelt between my legs as I fed her scraps. 

As I continued to eat I spoke without looking at Sara

“You know babe, I had fun yesterday but I was thinking about your other ideas...”

I looked down and Sara was trembling and I could see fear in her eyes.

“I thought we’d try them both out today? Won’t that be fun?”

Thanks for reading! For suggestions or feedback email me at coldmetal202 at g-mail!