A Year Abroad [Lekhika and Anglemarr)

[Lekhika]

Oh how she regretted asking that question.

Wrapped around him like a shroud, the little Asian girl jumped at the sudden smack even as her ears rang with each word of his. Every whisper a threat, every breath a promise. Her languorous eyes feasted on every inch of the glorious fair expanse of his chest. Her fingers grew more steady, and her strokes hastened with purpose as she grew accustomed to the feel of his thick flesh. The thought of it invading her depths scared her, yet there was nothing more that she wanted at that very moment.

The guttural sounds that rose from his throat were like sirens of victory, making her all the more eager to please. The mere words made her stifle her squeals, there was no doubt that when he made good on his threats, her screams might shatter glass. Somehow the feel of the thin fabric in between them, in the bubbling hot water, set her skin aflame with need for more. Reina gasped as he tugged at her hair, her slender neck arching back like a bow. “Yes. Please..” she whispered. If this was what she had been missing in life, she had but a week to live a lifetime in his arms, to cater to his every whim.

Her dark eyes widened as he pushed her down, bending her closer to his throbbing member. Her hands flailed, reaching to grab at him for support. Little fingers clawed into his muscled thighs. Her head swimming in the gentle swirls of aphrodisiac steam, she sought the massive head of his shaft, pressing her lips against it shakily. Large as it was, it barely skimmed over the waters surface. Reina slid down in a swish as the smooth fabric slid along the marble. A chit of a girl in between his long legs, she looked up at him leaning back against the wall of the tub.

What a grand sight.

Her breath quickened, he was a mountain of a man. The likes of which she hadn’t even dared to dream about. His skin glistened, wet from the water and her fervent kisses. Drinking in the sight of him silhouetted against the lights, his massive shoulders rising above the mists, he almost looked like a divine being that belonged in myths. Helplessly she crawled back up on him, simply unable to fight the urge to worship every inch of his skin with her lips. From his chiseled jawline, down his neck and tracing the line of his chest until his navel, she left a trail of hungry kisses. With one last look into his face, those eyes that sent butterflies fluttering inside of her, she took a deep breath and went deeper down. Her small mouth opened without any urging, as if led by an invisible hunger, her lips stretched around the head of his aroused manhood. Her eyes closed as her cheeks puckered, and she slowly began sucking on him. The girl had no idea what to do really, just driven by instinct, her fingers grasped around the thick flesh while her tongue familiarised itself with the ridges of his veins that ran along the smooth flesh. Even inside the hot water, she found herself trembling, perhaps with the fear of not being able to please him after all.

 

[Anglemarr]

She slipped into this submissive role so easily, her Eastern heritage coming to the fore when faced with the superiority of the White Male that had conquered most of the known world with admittedly little effort. There was no surprise to the dynamic that had developed between them, she had been trained since reaching her sexual maturity that her place would be here, in one form or another, whilst for Gaius it was merely another day... A fine day, but he had come to expect such circumstances since coming to Japan, it was how things were, how things got done, her father had eschewed her normalcy for a chance at promotion.

He exhaled deeply as she kissed the tip, his white prick a monstrous spear compared to anything an Asian could offer, there was simply no comparing, and he would challenge anyone that watched the pair in this moment to argue there was any semblance of parity between east and west.

Hundreds of years ago, as Cortes landed on the Mexican slopes and conquered entire nations with little more than a handful of men, the White race had proved themselves truly unique, able to take any circumstance and switch it to their favour, they were divine beings, masters of their own fortunes, wielders of fate. As her lips trailed down his body, his eyes followed her, soft, round, bright, brilliant and blue, languorously latched onto hers, a smouldering fire residing inside, like the man was mere seconds away from leaping at her, tearing off the thin fabric of her dress and mounting her there and then... the only thing keeping him in check his refined western ways.

Without a sound she opened that pretty little petal of a mouth and took him, lips puckering as she sucked, beginning to bob a little as her tongue explored. Gaius gripped the edges of the tub a little harder and groaned, truly restraining himself now "I can tell you're inexperienced" he groaned softly, breathing heavy and slow "But I appreciate the enthusiasm, perhaps I did make the right choice over Una after all" He knew what he was doing, goading her, reminding her of who almost won the indignity of being his for the week, here though, she had won this... honour. "did your father make you watch videos? Practice with cucumbers? Were they always strapping western lads and little gook lasses?" He was pressing her buttons, forcing that wedge between father and daughter "Do you think he jerked off at the thought?"

 

[Lekhika]

It was easy to fall prey to his body. That chiseled torso would surely not be out of place in a museum. All that was missing was a fig leaf. Leisurely she slid all over him, her fingers learning the contours of every defined muscle as she went down on him in the water. If it was Eastern Mysticism in the steam laced with aphrodisiac herbs that was meant to arouse him, she wasn’t immune to it after all. The girl found herself staring into those sharp eyes with her lips stretched taut around the tip of his shaft.

The intense gaze was enough to melt her insides. The desire in them making her redden in an odd sense of pride. Clamping her fingers at his hard thighs, she opened her lips wider, pushing herself against the water while she held her breath. His words sounded as if they came from afar. Muffled by the light bubbling of the water and her own dazed state as she struggled to please this man for her father. For herself.

*Una*

That slut.

Of course, the thought that she was just another pawn stuck in such a misogynistic situation, that didn’t cross her mind. It made her eyes flare at the thought that it could have been her, here. Instead of Reina herself. Robbing her off the one chance at a better life. The girl had been ready to strip down to nothing and dance naked for him right there in front of everyone. And he still remembered her, perhaps even wanted her there. Her body stiffened, and the fluid moves of her lips against his thickness became less enthused.

To add fuel to fire he went on about how she had /trained/ for this. There had been hushed discussions, and she had learned for herself, what was expected in the various acts of sexual pleasure. Her ears burned at the heat of his needling words, and even then she didn’t stop. It was just for a week. A tortuous week where perhaps, if he just saw her for what she was capable of, he might even learn that not all was black, white and yellow.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was his question. *Did he jerk off at the thought?*

Reina’s nails dug sharply into his thigh and she rose from the water. Clawing are him, to stand up shakily. Was it all really worth it? The anger flared sharply in her dark eyes as they widened to see him for what he really was. As enamoured as she was by his charm and western style, she had seen him as some sort of foreign god. His true colours as the devil incarnate shone in the water, as he floated over the cloud of fragrant mist.

Her eyes stung with tears, spilling out all the repressed emotions and thoughts that the girl had held quietly for so long. Her fists tightened to little balls at her side, “That is what men like you probably do. My father merely did what was expected of him, by men like you. Ruthless enough to take advantage of a backward culture. If you so think yourself to be advanced and superior, do you not see that you bring shame to your kind? The mark of superiority is kindness. It will bring you eternal loyalty. Even more than you can imagine from your western subordinates. For a moment I cheated myself, thinking you to be different... better than lesser men of your kind. I let myself get lost in the pull of your charms, your style... your skin.” The girl sounded disgusted at herself. Although it was a fervent speech, her voice barely rose above a whisper all the while. Perhaps it was futile, perhaps she was knocking at hard rock, perhaps she had let her father down gravely. Whatever it was, it was worth it to say her piece.

 

[Anglemarr]

Her thin claws dug into his flesh and he gritted his teeth as she rose, the thin fabric clinging to her, water cascading down her chest, the toned, flat stomach and shaved mound, back into the water, where splashes and ripples danced across the water. She was upset, his words had gone too far, he had been enamoured with the heady concoction of salts she had used, the sensuous feeling of his flesh on hers, had his misunderstood her needs? So many girls had thrown themselves at him and debased themselves, their race, he was merely used to this fact. Feeding then hate between father and daughter to get a better fuck was... the culture here, as far as he could tell.

Despite the hateful tirade that left her sultry lips, Gaius couldn't help but smirk, her words meant to berate him, but all they did was let slip her arousal, her awe at his skin, his race, him. But he played along, knowing full well the situation was completely in his hands, his ken.

Rising from the water, he towered over her, water like a waterfall as it splashed down from him, a monument rising from the waves. His great girth, level with her stomach if not higher spoke volumes about the dynamic in their relationship. His lips went to a thin line, he was clearly angry.

"Well, let me educate you in superiority" he said flatly, an understanding, right or wrong, that he had learned during his time here was that acts spoke louder than words, and submission was earnt, not given. His hand went to her hair, wrapping once, twice, the long, wet strands clinging to him as he forced her to tiptoe in the water and he leaned down to plant a fiery kiss of passion upon her. His tongue forced her lips to part, dancing with her own as he domineered, commanded her. With a single motion he attempted to show her exactly what she was in store for, and there was no way of stopping this now.

But as the kiss broke it was very clear he was not finished.... spinning her around he gave her a gentle push, sending her back into the water, kneeling with her arms resting on the edge of the tub, little pert ass barely hidden by the waters steamy coils. His weight pressed against her as he held her in place, thick erection between her legs, threatening to invade as he pinned her down to take her like a dog from behind. "I thought your kind would be more respectful" he tutted, showing the raw aggression a white man was capable of...

And he rocked his hips.... Thick white cockhead that must have taken a dozen, more, girls exactly like her pressed hard against her entrance. It wasn't a thrust, just an unrelenting forward motion, a hand on her shoulder to stop her rocking forward to escape. Lips spread, he grunted as he entered, feeling her sweet, tight, yellow pussy enfold him, even warmer, blessedly sweeter than the bath she had run in his favour. "Fuuuck" he exhaled, back arched, superior, strong body over hers. "There's nothing like that first colonisation" he sighed, settling into the racial "slang" that seemed to pop up around every kink.

 

[Lekhika]

For a moment she had thought that she could walk away from it all. Climb out from the tub in a shaky mess of limbs and run out of the place. Far away. To somewhere, anywhere, where she could just let those tears spill and feel freed. Even if it meant disgrace to her father, maybe even costing him his job, even if it mean that she could never have the life that she dreamed of. But such gifts were never given to her really. She had to fight and claw her way into whatever she had earned for herself. This would be no less.

The thoughts ran in her mind while her breath slowed from the tension of it all. She still stood facing him in the water, all of five feet, her limbs slowly coming back within her control.

And then he rose.

Like a monster from fables of the West, Gaius Vinius rose to his full height amidst the settling clouds of steam. The water from his pale body sloshed into the tub loudly in a sharp stream as it fell from such a height. Reina stumbled back. Within moments he had her pulled flush against him, feet dragging along the slippery marble. She let out a yelp in pain when he grabbed at her hair, yanking it down to claim her lips. It was no less than an invasion, a large scale one at that. She squealed and cried against his grip, refusing to part her teeth in what little defiance she could muster. Her little hands tried to push and claw at him. Her struggles probably felt like someone was pelting him with pebbles made of paper.

His massive shaft crushed against the flimsy cloth clinging to her flat belly, Reina felt breathless and finally gasped to an assault from his insistent tongue. Superior he was, no doubt, in size, in weight, in strength. Even if he attributed it to something that even he had no control upon. The colour of his skin. Had he been born across the pond and worn her shoes, he might not be such a cruel man after all.

Her helpless cries were muffled against his mouth, and just when she thought she couldn’t hold on without breathing, he pulled her away from him. She inhaled sharply, taking in much needed lungfuls of air. The realisation set in, that it was only just beginning. His demeaning words were no more her cause of woe. It was more the fear of what such a monstrous trunk of flesh would do to her insides. He pushed her down, as if she could really resist. Her palms clung on to the edges of the tub, the soft skin reddening within. It all happened within moments, with his large hand holding her shoulder, she couldn’t really budge. Perhaps it was good because then it might hurt more. He pushed the head of his member through her slit, with not a pause and not a bit of hesitation, leave alone any concern. His slurs lost meaning in the pain that ensued. She was virginal tight, and through closed eyes she saw red as she screamed. It felt like being ripped open from the insides, which was precisely what was happening. Tears began to flow without pause and she couldn’t feel her legs. “Please... please stop.” She whimpered, even if there were no sounds that slipped out of her lips.

 

[Anglemarr]

She pleaded with him to stop, but the cries fell upon deaf ears. Her tight, sweet cunt hugged his cock like a kidskin glove, the elastic flesh the perfect accoutrements to her pretty, delicate Asian features, like porcelain, painstakingly painted, symbolic of years of culture and refined history, and of course, easily broken by white supremacy. She gripped the tub in a white knuckled grip, her body jutting forward, buckling under the slow assault of his hips.

Gaius didn't move rapidly, a slow, inevitable rhythm to his motions, there would be no stopping him until he had claimed what he wanted. Her, her affections, his own pet Asian doll to consider as his own for the limited time they had together. "Your father trained you right" Gaius groaned in a breathy, earthy tone, the water sloshing between them as he continued the inevitable assault.

His girth was such that her fertile lips stretched to accommodate him, and there was no way she wouldn't feel this in the morning. He was certain that if he placed a hand to her toned stomach, he could feel his intruder's tip knocking on her cervix, demanding entry into her womb.

There was something about the moment, taking the girl who had defied him, her father, stood up to him only for Gaius to take her from behind like an animal, but this was her place in life, she was his by right if not by law.

He felt a little confliction within his soul, but right now, his veiny shaft throbbing between his legs, all he wanted was release, domination.