The Asian Girl Next Door

Sara had been with me for 5 years at this point. I was celebrating this milestone with the lashing of a lifetime. She was bent over a desk, arms chained ahead of her. I stood behind her with a paddle thrashing her naughty rumpus relentlessly.

“Happy anniversary, BITCH”

I emphasized the last word with an especially hard smack.

I dropped the paddle and walked around the desk to face Sara. I took the red rubber gag out of her blubbering mouth and bent down to her level. I forced her to look me directly in the eyes as I spoke.

“You’ve been down here now for 5 years. How does that feel my little bitch?”

“I’m so grateful you took me, master.” 

Just for fun, I slapped her across the face and spit on her.

“Good girl, do you like the daily humiliation and torture?”

“Yes master I love it. Please torture me until the day I die”

“For this anniversary, I was thinking we check in on your mommy, she must be thinking of you today!”

“Yes of course, master. Whatever pleases you.”

I unfastened Sara from the desk and led her by a leash to the studio. This was a room I had built a couple years ago that functioned as a full scale porno set, complete with high definition cameras, ropes, chains, and an array of torture implements. 

You see, over the last 5 years my wealth has grown considerably due to some good investments, and I had funneled that money into finding new ways to hurt, denigrate, and otherwise make life worse for the unfortunate Asian girl I had kidnapped all those years ago. 

I had moved to a much larger estate in a more secluded area, with miles of forest around us. I also had a much larger basement. My dungeon, which had originally been just one room at our old home, was now 6 different chambers, each corresponding to a different body part, or purpose. For example, in the “Foot Room,” I had about 10 different contraptions that would aid in my battering and electrocuting Sara’s feet. Just yesterday I had played with her there - her left foot suspended with rope off the ground as I caned it relentlessly. I wasn’t even a “foot guy,” I just had grown tired of tormenting her ass, cunt and tits all day and needed a new body part to inflict pain on. At this point, I had probably destroyed some nerves in her feet as she had some trouble walking without grimacing in pain. This was an added bonus for me, of course.

The “Water Room” contained all methods of water torture one could dream up - and Sara was intimately familiar with all of them. Our favorite is the “Wheel of Misfortune,” in which the slave bitch is tied to a rotating wheel that continuously dunks her underneath a bucket of water. As she comes up for breath, I lay lash after lash on her wet, bound body. 

I also have a water boarding table. This is one of Sara’s most feared punishments. I could spend hours simulating the feeling of drowning on my innocent slave. After a session there, Sara volunteers every humiliating act in the book to avoid doing it again.

I need to be especially careful though. About 2 years ago I accidently drowned my sweet girl. I had to perform CPR to remove the water from her lungs. Sara probably would’ve welcomed death but I would have no such thing. 

Back to the present though, I led Sara to the studio and sat down next to her on the couch. I ran my hand over her delicate, small, body. She was covered head to toe in bruises, whip marks, and welts. This was a result of a particularly sadistic torture session I had with her a couple days back. Some times I just get in a mood to inflict severe pain on her.

As she lay next to me, I fingered her cunt with one hand and choked her with the other. As I greedily violated her nether regions I looked at her eyes. They were soulless, any humanity beaten out of her over the last half decade. She was truly a living breathing abuse doll at this point - no person left inside. Just a fleshy carcas for my perverted mind to punish and bully without reason.

I let my grip off her neck and pointed at the TV. On the screen was a video of her mother, crying at a “5 year dedication” to her that the community had held. As her poor elderly mother recollected what a promising bright woman Sara had been, I twisted her nipples and forced her to suck her own pussy juice off my fingers. As I watched her mother cry in grief, I had Sara jerk me off. I pushed Sara’s open mouth on my cock and came to the image of her mother being consoled by Sara’s younger sister as she broke down in tears.

After Sara had finished swallowing my semen, I turned to her and let her know what the day would bring

“Because today's such a special day, I was thinking we send a message back home to mom. Just to let her know everything is alright. What do you think, worthless cunt?”

Sara had a worried look on her face, knowing that I almost never gave her kindness without some sort of torment secretly attached to it. Still, she obediently replied.

“Yes master I would love to.”

“Good, I have the perfect idea!”

I spent the next hour or so setting up the cameras, as well as outfitting the naked bitch with some accessories.

I set up a laptop, which would act as a teleprompter, and ordered Sara to read what appeared on screen. I also instructed her to smile throughout the whole video. I aimed the camera close up at her face and hit record.

“Hi Mommy, I just wanted to make this video to show you I’m alive and well. A nice man has come along and made me his, and I am living with him under my own free will.”

At this point, anyone watching the video would see nothing out of the ordinary. Sara was smiling, her face bore no marks or bruises. For all they knew, she was genuine.

The camera zooms out a bit more, showing above her neck. A black slave collar is now visible.

“We spend the day fucking, and when I’m bad, he will punish me, but I deserve it!”

The camera zooms out, showing her titties. The viewer can now clearly see the various cane and whip marks from our various torture sessions. They can also see a set of nipple clamps hanging from her abused teats .

“He takes me out on walks, and treats me very special. He says there’s nobody he’d rather spend his life with”

The camera zooms again, showing a mass of bruises and inflamed flesh in her groin area (I had gotten a bit carried away whipping her pussy last week). It also shows two large weights dangling from her clit. Red marks again canvas her lower body.

“Well anyway, I don’t think I’ll ever see you again. I have found the man for me.”

The final shot gives a full picture, Sara’s whole body striped with whip marks like Tony the Tiger. The pussy clamps stretch to her big toes, where a wire pulls them up and stretches her labia outwards. A doggie bowl with the name “Sara,” filled with a yellow murky liquid (my own piss and cum) lays at her feet. A wall of torture instruments is now visible in the background.

Sara delivers the final line through tears and the most pained fake smile I’ve ever seen.

“Please save me mommy I’m scared”

The screen goes black. A B-roll of various clips of Sara’s torture sessions play with a disturbingly cheerful soundtrack in the background. Some credits roll 

“Worthless cunt…played by Sara Ling”

“Pain doll…played by Sara Ling”

“Girl who gets tortured and raped daily in an underground basement…played by Sara Ling”

“The woman who will spend the rest of her life suffering and praying for death….played by Sara Ling”

These credits went on, eventually ending with a picture of my slave from 5 years ago on the day I took her, tied up in my dungeon. The caption says “Our little angel” (her mother’s pet name for her). 

Sara and I watched the video many times together as I made final edits, taking breaks in between for sex and torture, before I finally decided to send it out (anonymously of course). My only regret is that I couldn’t see her mothers reaction as she watched it. That would’ve made good jerk off material for years to come.