Shanghai Shanghai

By OblongMilk

© 2005

Part 1:

A Goddess was coming. She strutted down my side of the congested Shanghai sidewalk. I never expected to see a Chinese woman like this in the business quarter. Her dress was a bright, gleaming, crimson green; it matched her PVC platform heels. A black corset cinched her waist. Her glowing skin bordered on wetness. Bouncing blond hair topped her head above dark penetrating eyes. My own eyes bobbed with the bounce of her breasts. The breasts were caged roughly inside her tight dress, but still they struggled to escape out the top. I stared. My frozen stance was finally broken by a hard slap across my face. My cheek burned with hot fire; delivered to me by this smoking goddess. She spoke rapid fire Cantonese. Another slap from her hand delivered my backside onto the pavement. I understood nothing as these two women bent over and berated my very existence.

The second woman was shorter with deep black hair. Her thin body was clothed in a short black skirt, a thin black tank top and a pair of black spike heels. I held up my hands. “Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for staring like that! I just couldn't help myself! I'm sorry!” I felt that my pleading was useless; people speak Cantonese here. The two women turned to each other and debated the situation. The woman in black spoke in softer tones. At the completion of their incomprehensible debate she lowered her head and nodded. The blond, green, slap happy woman gestured for me to get up. I was still kneeling on the pavement in front of them. Getting to my feet I repeated my apologies. She took one step forward and kneed me directly in the balls. My blurry eyed vision was just enough to see them walking away, linked arm in arm.

Later, after a nice cold shower, I sat in my hotel room sipping a martini from room service. Being careful in backward countries is one thing; I never expected this in downtown Shanghai . Closing that deal yesterday was a must; I surely would have fucked it up today. I pictured myself on the pavement with those two gorgeous women strutting away. I was staring like an asshole. I wondered if the punishment fit the crime. Picturing that event caused my cock to begin throbbing in my pants again. I needed another cold shower.

In the evening I was in the hotel bar. I had an early flight and I wanted to soak up some more of the Shanghai atmosphere. My ears heard two pairs of high heels. Swiveling quickly on my bar stool I saw the backs of two incredibly sexy Chinese women. Or what I thought were Chinese, one turned out to be Korean. I had no idea women in Shanghai dressed like this. Shanghai was progressing quickly and I liked it.

The taller curvier one wore purple knee high boots which had a five inch spike heel. Black lace short shorts and bra with a pink corset over top completed her outfit. Her hair shined bright blond. The sway of her incredible ass mesmerized me. Beside her was a thin, tight-bodied, black haired woman. She wore an extremely short red plaid skirt, a tiny black PVC halter top and thigh high black patent leather boots. I slipped off my stool and moved to peak around the corner. It was her. My cock sprung into life. The tall goddess stiffened. She looked to her left, then spun her head around to the right and looked directly into my eyes. I looked like a complete pervert.

The goddess turned and spoke to her friend who in turn looked my way. I stood frozen. They conversed again and then rotated to look me up and down. After coming to some kind of agreement they headed straight for me. My pounding chest completely flipped out. A very big part of me was screaming, “Flee! Flee! Flee!” I couldn't move. They drew closer as they considered me with calm composed faces. I managed a silly grin.

“Hi,” the goddess said in perfect American accented English.

“Hi,” I said.

“Are you American to?” she asked. She smiled broadly while the other woman remained cold.

“Err, no. I'm Canadian.”

“What's the matter? You look like you have seen a ghost.” She laughed and smiled like we had known each other for years.

“Err, yea, it's just I didn't think you spoke English, the other day, when I.”

“Oh just forget about that. You didn't hurt my knee at all,” the goddess replied pleasantly without a hint of humor. Her friend finally lost the cold hard look on her face and smiled. “Oh! You're having a drink in the bar right? Can we join you?”

“Oh yea, of course, yea,” I blurted out in total surprise. Ushering them to a table I regained my composure. My cock still throbbed in my pants and was surely seen by both women. Although I am sure this is a regular occurrence wherever these two go. I had the night free and I was sitting with two extremely sexy women. There was a deal to be made. I know deals.

The next half hour went like clock work. Every joke, suggestion, image, and idea provoked beautifully exciting responses in both of them. As time went on I was sure of success. There was only one critical obstacle it seemed; how to separate one off? Do I dare to dream and go for platinum? “…Do you girls do a lot together?”

“We do everything together,” replied the goddess looking seductively into my eyes. I looked over at Vikki and she smiled warmly back.

Cha-ching! Forget gold, I've struck platinum! “So who is on the highest floor?” I asked.

“We are on seventeen,” replied Chang the goddess.

“I got you both beat then, I'm on thirty two. The view is incredibly from the balcony. You can see the whole city from there. All the new buildings, all the new construction, everything. You can just imagine all the hard work, sweat and tears that went into the city. It's really exhilarating to just stand there and look at it all.”

“We want to see it,” replied Chang still looking deep into my eyes. I led them comfortably up to my room while stealing glances at their bodies. Being so intent on maintaining eye contact, I hadn't even realized that Chang's top was transparent. Her magnificent breasts were practically on full display. I fumbled with my room card and escorted them in with a broad sincere grin. “Oh what a nice room you have. It's just perfect.”

Her eyes said lust and her body shouted sex-machine. Chang brushed her cheek against mine. Breathing in my face, rubbing my nose, she pressed tightly to me. Chang licked her lips, closed her eyes, and leaned in towards me. I gripped her shoulders, puckered my lips, and closed my eyes.

The darkness of my eyelids exploded in bright ringing stars. I collapsed to the floor in a desperate gasp. The pain between my legs paralyzed me. They pounced on me. “Here's one. Get ready with it,” said Chang behind me. Chang pulled my arms together behind my back and I heard a quick zipping sound as a plastic tie was clasped tight around my wrists. They moved quickly and expertly to my legs. My ankles were bound before I could take another recovering breath. A full body weight crushed into the middle of my back and sat there. “O.K., I have him. Go get the stuff,” Chang ordered.

“Yes Mistress,” replied Vikki. The door slammed and she was gone. I was Mistress Chang's seat cushion. Still suffering, I licked my lips and took a breath to speak.

“Shut up. If you know what's good for you,” she interrupted.

Chang lifted herself off me to let in Vikki when she returned. Vikki pulled a very large suitcase past my head and opened it up near the sliding door of the balcony.

Mistress Chang began gathering items out of it. “Let's get him secured.”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Vikki. Cuffs were attached to my ankles. I felt and smelled leather. Vikki collected more items from the suitcase then secured a large leather dog collar around my neck. Vikki yanked on a heavy metal chain which now served as my leash. My leash was rapped around the nearest leg of the desk. Glancing down at me coldly she then straddled the back of my head and sat down heavily. “Ready Mistress,” she said. She crushed my face into the carpet.

Mistress Chang went to work: unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, pulled down my boxer shorts, cut the plastic tie, pulled the whole works off and locked my ankles together with the leather cuffs.

Chang slapped my naked butt hard, “Good boy.” The same process was followed with my suit jacket and shirt. I was completely naked, unwilling and immobile.

Part 2:

Vikki stood up and they flipped me onto my back. As I was spitting bits of carpet out of my mouth, Chang straddled my thighs and looked down on me. Grasping my shrunken cock she began to stroke it. My mind split in two; I felt I needed an explanation.

“What are you,” I asked until I was cut off by intense pain.

“I did not give you permission to speak,” she said. She released my left ball from her fingers and began stroking again. “You can say only two things: One, Yes Mistress Chang. Two, Yes Mistress Vikki. Nothing else. Understand?”

“I don't under-.” I was cut off again with a hard squeeze to my right ball.

“Slow learner,” Mistress Chang continued. She returned to stroking. “Quite a difference huh? Stupid slut. I know you heard me the first time. But I know you are stupid. Pathetic sluts like you are usually pretty stupid. Aren't you?”

I hesitated. As I looked into Mistress Chang's eyes, Mistress Vikki yanked on my leash. “Yes Mistress Chang,” I said.

Her beautiful eyes brightened. She intensified the stroking of my cock. “We are going to have a bit of fun with you slut. Our kind of fun. And there isn't a single fucking thing you can do about it? Isn't that right pig?”

Again I hesitated. Her stroking of my cock was dominating my brain. “Yes Mistress Chang.”

Both of them broke out into laughter at this and exchanged a high-five. Mistress Chang asked Vikki, “So how much pain do you think this one can take? More than the last one?”

Mistress Vikki considered me for a moment. “Well Mistress, he has recovered pretty well so far from that knee to his balls. I would say Mistress, that he can take a lot. A lot of pain, much more than the last one Mistress.” Mistress Vikki beamed a wide pleasing smile.

Mistress Chang considered this and looked down at me appraisingly. “Yes you might be right Vikki. It probably will be able to take a lot more than the last one. What do you think slave?”

She clamped her hand over my mouth. They both broke out laughing and exchanged yet another high-five. She removed her hand from my mouth, and I wisely stayed quiet.

“That was a good one wasn't it?” she questioned me, poking my stomach. “Why didn't you laugh? As if it matters what you think you stupid slut.” Mistress Chang's eyes were glowing. They flipped me over onto my stomach. Mistress Vikki stuffed a large ball gag into my mouth and buckled it tightly around the back of my head.

“There. No squealing little pig,” said Mistress Vikki close to my ear. Vikki returned to the open suitcase. She retrieved a collapsible metal rod which extended to a length of three feet. Mistress Chang used this rod to spread my legs wide, attaching my ankle cuffs to each end. Moving to the side of my head, Mistress Vikki stood with her right boot on my neck. She pressed my face hard into the carpet.

“Up. Up on your knees slut,” said Mistress Chang. A loud crack rang out and my whole body jerked in pain. Mistress Chang had a long crop with a leather tip and she had just swung it hard against my ass. I screamed into my gag as she whipped me with it twice more. “I said up! You stupid slut. Up on your knees. Now!” After screaming at me, she beat me repeatedly with fast hard strokes. I writhed in pain. With my arms behind my back, my neck pressed to the floor and my legs stretched out wide, I resorted to sliding my knees toward my head. Carpet burned knees were nothing compared to the beating my ass was taking. I continued to bring my knees toward my head until my ass was high in the air. She stopped beating me. “That's better slut. Now you know. When I tell you do to something, you do it. Immediately.”

Mistress Vikki saw my welling tears. She leaned forward and spat onto my face. “You haven't felt anything yet slave,” she taunted.

Mistress Chang went to the open suitcase. Upon returning, she moved behind me and then an unknown object pressed hard against my asshole. “Open up slut,” she ordered. I felt a sudden jab, and then a shooting pain bolted through my asshole. Closing around it, my ass held the butt plug firmly. It started to vibrate. “Just a little one my wimpy boy. To get you ready.”

I was not a virgin there. A girlfriend had played around back there a bit. It was a painful thrust but it was now sitting somewhat comfortably. I soon forgot about the butt plug as Mistress Cheng renewed her assault. She landed hard vicious strokes all over my ass and down my legs. It felt like the skin was being burnt off. Mistress Vikki still pressed her boot against the back of my neck, pinning me down. As Mistress Chang continued to beat me I began to cry. The pain was just too much for me to handle; tears started pouring down my cheeks. Mistress Chang saw my tears and continued my whipping while wearing a much larger grin.

She eventually stopped beating me with her crop and then knelt down behind me. She blew cool air over my burning skin and gently rubbed her fingers over the welts. She enjoyed her results. After taking my cock in one hand she stroked it gently. “What a good boy. What a good boy you are. Did you cry? Did the bad lady hurt you too much? Is the poor little baby crying? Poor little boy.” She mocked me as she teased my growing cock. “Vikki, let him up.”

‘Yes Mistress,” replied Vikki. She took her weight off my neck and then jerked up on my leash. “Get up slave, up on your knees, come on.” She jerked up hard again and then pulled me upright onto my knees.

Mistress Chang took hold of my leash and then pulled me towards the bed. I shuffled forward until I was within an arms length of the bed. She now sat directly in front of me. She held my leash as she spread her legs wide while staring down into my eyes. “Vikki,” she called, “Come.” Vikki walked forward and then swung her leg over Mistress Chang's lap, straddling her waist. They fell into a deep embrace: kissing, groping, tonguing and rubbing. My presence was ignored. My erection pointed towards them. I longed for everything and anything but my bonds held tight.

Mistress Chang removed Vikki's top, her skirt and then her panties. Vikki's beautiful naked form tormented my senses. Vikki removed Mistress Chang's pink corset and her sheer top. When she slipped Mistress Chang out of her black lace sheer top, Mistress Chang's amazing melon breasts bounced, swayed and jiggled. I groaned audibly into my gag and shuffled slightly forward. Mistress Chang looked up at me momentarily, and then smirked to herself at my reaction. Vikki then pulled Mistress Chang's short black lace shorts down to her ankles, exposing Mistress Chang's succulent bare slit. Her smell permeated my nostrils as I uncontrollably edged closer. Mistress Chang's eyes snapped upwards, “Move one quarter of an inch more and you'll regret it.”

I froze instantly and then hung my head in frustration and submission. I watched as Mistress Vikki licked seductively first Mistress Chang's nipples then her smooth wet pussy. I licked the inside of my ball gag over and over as I watched Vikki perform right before me. Vikki continued to service Mistress Chang's body; the room seemed to get hotter and more humid. I could see the sexual tension building within Mistress Chang; she pushed Vikki's head away roughly.

Mistress Chang stood up in front of me. Her pussy was wet and actually dripping down the inside of her leg. She positioned her pussy inches away from my face. “You want some slut?” she teased. “Hmmm you really want some you pathetic little slut?”

I was now sweating and breathing heavily while blood pounded through my body. Desperately I nodded my head in anxious compliance.

“You're going to get it slut,” said Mistress Chang coldly who then went over to the suitcase with Mistress Vikki. They returned with the instruments of my ruin. They stood before me as they strapped on two of the largest dildos I had ever seen. Once they finished securing the harnesses, the strap-on dildos bobbed and wobbled in front of my face like two giant cocks. Grinning and stroking their cocks, they enjoyed my shock and horror. “See if it has sucked any cock before,” Mistress Chang implored. Mistress Vikki unbuckled my ball gag while poking her strap-on into my cheek. She pulled the ball gag from my mouth. Before I could even stretch the soreness from my jaw she stuffed her cock roughly into my mouth.

“Suck it bitch!” she commanded. I didn't suck it. I needed all my concentration to catch small breaths in between thrusts of her cock. She drove it in and out, hitting the top of my throat each time. Coughing and choking I was desperate for breath. Mistress Vikki had a firm grasp of my hair. She pushed a bit deeper and suddenly I was out of control. I heaved as Mistress Vikki expertly moved aside just in time. I threw up on the carpet. “I think it's his first time Mistress,” said Mistress Vikki as they both looked down at me and the mess that I had made.

“You had better tip your maid well you disgusting pig,” said Mistress Chang. She took my leash and used it to lead me five feet away from the vomit. Mistress Vikki pushed her cock into my mouth again. She used it to ram the back of my mouth repeatedly. Then she slowed her pace and gripped my head firmly. Pushing with her hips she began to force it right down my throat. I was breathless and gagging as I dry heaved on her cock. Still she held it in and mercilessly drove it in deeper. After she had it three quarters the way in she pulled it back out and allowed me to take a few deep breaths. Mistress Vikki then plunged it back into my mouth and pushed again deep into my throat. She quickly reached three quarters depth and then she pushed even harder.

“Take it bitch!” she screamed. She kept going and soon the whole cock was down my throat. I couldn't breathe and it felt like my throat was being stretched like a birthday balloon. She pulled back, she allowed me to get a single breath and then she plunged it back in, pushing it in right down to the base and held it there. My face turned deep red until she relented and fell back. I gulped and gasped for air. “I think he's ready Mistress.”

“O.K. cock sucking slut. Look up here, in my eyes. You have made her cock cum once slut. You're going to have to make mine cum twice before you're done you cock sucking whore. Now get to work,” said Mistress Chang. Plunging her slightly thicker strap-on cock into my mouth, she stabbed hard into the top of my throat. If it was a real cock I would have left teeth marks all over it. This cock felt nothing, not even mercy. Working my hole, she began forcing it in deep. She pushed it in relentlessly, all the way to the base and then held it there. My body shook violently, demanding air. She pulled out slightly which allowed me to inhale through my nose. Half way through my breath she jabbed it back in hard. I lost all control. Mistress Chang withdrew quickly and stepped back as I vomited more stomach contents onto the floor. Choking and gagging, I gasped for breath in between spitting bits of my dinner from my mouth.

“Well done whore. That's two cums. One more,” Mistress Chang told me as she pulled my head up by the hair and stuffed her strap-on back into my mouth. I soon fell into a trace as she began to pump my throat anew. Fucking it deeply, increasing her pace faster and harder. It was beyond me how my throat was taking this brutality. She found a steady rhythm and I fought at every stroke for air. My gagging threatened to choke me to death. Her pace quickened as did the total desperation of my body. I frantically yanked and pulled at my bonds. They held tight as did her hold on my head. My whole body came to a climax of exhaustion and abuse. Mistress Chang reacted by letting me fall to the floor in choking convulsions, spewing the last of my stomach contents onto the floor. Taking huge breaths through my own vomit, I laid there recovering. They stood over me, grinning broadly. “You're a good cock sucker. I bet you do it all the time.” They both laughed.

“He loves it. I bet he does do it all the time. He just wanted more and more cock. Look at him. He still wants more cock. What a total slut,” said Mistress Vikki. They laughed again and exchanged a high-five.

“There's only one thing to do with a total slut,” said Mistress Chang. Mistress Vikki yanked me up by my leash. I was forced back up onto my knees. I expected my mouth to be assaulted again. But instead they led me across the room. I shuffled along on my knees and was then bent over the side of a hard wooden chair. My head and shoulders hung over one end while my stomach rested on the cool wood. My chain leash was rapped around one of the leg supports so I couldn't sit up. Mistress Vikki then sat down on my back.

“Oh, what a comfy chair this is,” cooed Mistress Vikki as she wiggled her ass a bit. Mistress Chang returned from the open suitcase with a much shorter dildo which was attached to a single strap harness. I looked at it with some relief as she handed it to Vikki. It was much smaller.

“He's going to need this. We don't want him to wake up the whole hotel,” explained Mistress Chang.

“Yes Mistress,” replied Mistress Vikki. She stuffed the dildo into my mouth and secured it behind my head with a leather strap. The dildo extended to the back of my mouth but I could still breathe easily. I could no longer scream. Mistress Chang moved close behind me and pulled out the butt plug with a jerk. I then felt a cool lathering of something slick and wet. The butt plug was pushed into my ass again. I could feel it was covered with more lubricant as she worked it in and out three times. The process was repeated making my asshole sloppy and wet. I was a stuck pig being greased up for the slaughter. I could hear her stroking her strap-on cock. I twisted my head but I could not see behind me. A shiver of panic swept through my body.

“Please. Please. Please don't do it,” I begged wordlessly into my gag. She stopped stroking her cock, and I could almost feel her grinning down at me. She positioned herself at my red welted ass.

“Slut. You're about to enter a whole new world,” she said. Her left hand griped my hip as a hard direct pressure formed at the center of my asshole. Slowly, surely, and painfully the huge dildo was pushed into my ass. I screamed into my penis gag. The dildo hit its thickest point and stretched me to a new size. She continued to push her cock relentlessly inside. Screaming and crying into my gag, I fought against my bonds. But there was nothing I could do to stop it. Still she pushed it deeper and deeper. Thick strings of saliva dripped down from my cock gag. Both women were silent and serious as her penetration continued. She stopped. “See it isn't that bad slut,” she laughed. “It's three quarters in now. Not much to go slut. You want the whole thing don't you? I bet you do. Even if you don't you're going to get it anyway.” She pulled it out slowly. Mistress Chang stopped; then she pushed it back in. My squirming did nothing as she began using long steady strokes.

“Oh yes,” Mistress Vikki moaned. “Oh yes. Fuck this bitch. Fuck him Mistress. Fuck this pathetic slut. Teach this bitch a lesson he will never forget.”

Mistress Chang moaned in agreement and increased her speed. She was fucking her huge strap-on cock it into my ass at a steady rhythm now. Every few strokes I could feel her push extra hard which made her cock plunge to new depths.

“Oh yes. Fuck him. Fuck him Mistress. Hurt this bitch. Hurt him,” encouraged Mistress Vikki. Both their breath rates had greatly increased. I was panting now, and almost short for breath. I thought that Mistress Chang agreed with Vikki's desires and started fucking me even harder. I was pinned tight by Mistress Vikki's weight. The pain was unbearable. Soon Mistress Chang was using hard jabbing strokes.

“Take it. Take it bitch. Oh yea,” said Mistress Chang. The soft skin of her hips brushed the burning skin of my cheeks. She built her rhythm into hard pummeling strokes. My high pitched squealing mixed in with the slapping of her hips against my ass. Pumping hard and harder, slapping my burning welted ass, she fucked me with much of her strength. I could barely see with all the tears streaming down my face. Gripping both hips for more leverage, she hammered and brutalized my asshole mercilessly.

After what seemed like an entire hour of pain, she stopped. She pulled out and now stood beside me. Her skin glowed with perspiration. She had the look of someone who had just finished a major workout. Her eyes were dilated; her face looked relaxed and yet contorted with an uncontrollable grin.

“Your turn Vikki,” said Mistress Chang. Vikki stood up. This allowed me to take one full breath before Mistress Chang's full weight slammed down onto me. “You're right. This is a comfy chair.”

Mistress Vikki rubbed the head of her strap-on up and down my asshole. Then all at once she drove it into my ass; she drove it in all the way to the hilt. Mistress Vikki really wanted to hurt this bitch. Mistress Chang watched her slave release her frustrations on my ass for ten minutes. I was sure it was nothing she hadn't seen before.

“That was a good work out and I'm starting to cool down. I need to shower and make a few arrangements. I'll be back in an hour or two. Keep going. Have a good work out my pet,” said Mistress Chang to Vikki.

“Yes Mistress,” replied Mistress Vikki. She continued to hammer my brutalized asshole.

Mistress Chang stood up, taking her weight off my aching back. She strode towards the door behind me and was gone. I wondered if she had put something on quickly before she stepped out the door. I imagined her walking through the halls and down the elevator to her room wearing nothing but her purple spike heeled boots and her large strap-on cock. She is going to give someone a heart attack; if they are lucky.

Part 3:

Half an hour, one hour, two hours; I have no idea how long Mistress Vikki fucked me. She stopped only once to add more lube. She never spoke. All I heard was her heavy breathing, the squish of my asshole against dildo, and the slap of her hips and thighs against my ass. I lost track of time and totally submitted. I could have sat up now, but I knew that I was not allowed. I probably could barely move even if I wanted to.

A loud knock startled us both from out rhythm. Mistress Vikki stopped her relentless assault on my asshole and pulled out. My asshole was numb but I could tell it was still gapping open. She walked over to the door and opened it, “Hello Mistress.”

“I see you have worked up a good sweat my pet. Good work Vikki,” said Mistress Chang.

“Thank you Mistress.”

“Who is this?” asked a deep male voice. The sound of a male voice startled me. I twisted my neck around and looked back; Mistress Chang strode into the room wearing a long black PVC coat and two men, one on each arm. The two men were well muscled and impeccably dressed and her coat hung open in the front. The man who had spoken used a deep, raspy and commanding voice.

“Just a pathetic slut we have been having a little fun with,” smiled Mistress Chang. “Just ignore it. It's going to have other jobs to do soon.” They sat down together on the bed with Mistress Chang in the middle. She allowed her coat to fall open which revealed that she was completely naked underneath. Vikki stood a few feet away like a servant in attendance. Mistress Chang looked seductively into my eyes and then smirked. She turned to her left and started kissing and trading tongues with the man next to her. Stopping, she looked at me and smiled. She turned to her right and kissed passionately with the other man. The first man opened her coat and grasped her breast, kneading it, and then ran his tongue around her nipple. She paused and spoke in a cold harsh tone, “Vikki. Help them with their shoes. Now!”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Vikki. Vikki dropped to her knees and then crawled up to the petting lovers. Sitting on her ankles, Vikki worked quickly to take off the men's shoes and socks. Mistress Chang continued to switch between the two men. While kissing one, the other sucked on her breast and began fingering her pussy. Vikki took off the men's shoes and socks and then their pants. Mistress Chang took a hard cock in each hand and began to stroke them roughly. Each man sucked on a nipple and the man on the right still fingered her. Mistress Chang smiled at me as she stroked the men's cocks. All I could do was watch.

“Vikki. I think they will start arriving any time now. You had better get him into position,” said Mistress Chang.

“Yes Mistress,” replied Vikki who then moved to the open suitcase. Mistress Chang leaned over and took a cock into her mouth. She sucked it in deep and then looked sideways me. Vikki returned, and everything went black. She had slipped a leather blind fold over my eyes, and she was now securing it behind my head. I was blind, but I could still here Mistress Chang moaning and sucking. Mistress Vikki pulled me upright by my leash; it choked me as it dug into my throat. All my muscles were cramped and stiff. My hands were suddenly released causing my arms to flop forward; I groaned into my gag because of the pain in my stiffened shoulders. Mistress Vikki pulled my hands together in front of me and then quickly chained them together; I could move them no more than six inches apart. The spreader bar holding my ankles was left in place.

“Come on slut, let's go,” said Mistress Vikki. She yanked on my leash. I fell to my hands and knees and awkwardly followed. I used short shuffle movements in an attempt to keep up. Still, she basically dragged me by the neck. I could tell we were moving towards the door. The door was opened and I was led into the hall. We turned to the left and then to the right again. I remembered the layout of the hall somewhat. Just beyond my room by about ten feet was a little nook where there was an ice chest and a Coke machine. The humming sound from both units confirmed where I was. We stopped; there was some rattling of chains and what sounded like locks snapping shut. The cock gag was removed from my mouth and I felt a thick stream of my saliva oozing to the floor. Mistress Vikki spoke directly into my ear, “You may want to yell. You may want to scream for help. If you want to go to a Chinese prison for being a male prostitute, that is your choice. That's exactly what the police here will do with you if they find you here like this. So be a good slut and take care of all your new friends here in Shanghai . Good luck slut.” She patted my head and walked away.

I waited naked and on my hands and knees. I tested my leash and my arm bindings and I found that I could move slightly but not a lot. I pondered Mistress Vikki's threat, and I imagined that she did not exaggerate. Moaning and other sexual sounds now emanated from my room. They had left the door open; probably so I could hear them and they could hear me.

I heard the elevator ding and the door open. The thick carpet masked any other sounds, but soon I could hear deep breathing behind me. I ventured to say something, but I was at a loss as to what to say. This person might not even speak English. I heard him approach closer, and then I heard the ruffle of clothing and a zipper coming down. Two rough cold hands squeezed my welted ass. I gritted my teeth; he pushed his cock in and began to fuck me hard. By his hoarse gasping I could tell it was a man. I was being fucked by a strange man, and there was nothing I could do about it. He pumped me for what must have been a couple minutes and then came with a groan while he was still inside me. I started to weep quietly to myself at the degradation. He was still there breathing hard. I was aware of my total helplessness. Something wet and gooey seeped onto the top of my head. A rubber snapping sound made me think that he had used a condom and now had poured the contents on top of me.

Mistress Chang had made arrangements: twenty-first floor, cum slave for use, by the Coke machine. The man had now left, and I could hear Mistress Chang moaning loudly and the springs of the bed creaking in a fast rhythm. I listened to this for quite a while. I imagined in my mind what they were doing in my bed.

The elevator rang, and soon I had a cock in my ass and in my mouth at the same time. They spoke quietly, in Mandarin, to each other as they used me at both ends. Finally each of them came with a groan; they shot it all over my face and then they left. Cock after cock used me for what seemed like hours. In the lulls when I was idle, I could still here sex sounds coming from my room. Then more nameless, faceless men would arrive and use me. My face, my hair, and a lot of my body now dripped in cum. My only respite was that none of them had cum inside my ass. Eventually the men stopped arriving, and I was then awoken from my sewer of degradation by a great gale of laughter.

“Oh my god! He's fucking filthy,” laughed Mistress Chang.

“He's just dripping with it, look at all of it,” said Mistress Vikki in an astonished voice.

“Jealous my slut?” questioned Mistress Chang. There came no answer but I could almost feel Mistress Vikki blushing. “Take the stuff and go downstairs and get cleaned up. I'll finish him off. Take everything down except what I left out.”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Vikki. I could feel both of them approach me. They removed my ankle binders and the spreader bar. They took off my wrist cuffs. My leash was unlocked and a gentle tug turned me around and began to lead me. I was led, still blindfolded, back into my room and then the door was closed. I remained motionless on my hands and knees. The room was silent except for a slight rustling of leather.

“On your back,” commanded Mistress Chang coldly. I did as I was told. “Take your blind fold off.” I felt all the dripping cum on my blindfold as I slid it off. Mistress Chang was standing down between my spread legs. Her cold vicious stare bored itself into my skull. I was free: no restraints, my own room, complete privacy. Still her eyes held me as if I was encased in concrete.

Mistress Chang stood before me completely naked, except for her purple spike heeled boots and a gigantic black strap-on dildo. Her other strap-on was big; this one was outrageous. It was deep black with an enormous head and swayed from side to side. Her hands were on her hips. The room was encased in silence. Without breaking eye contact, she lowered herself to her knees in between my legs. She grasped my cock firmly and began to stroke it sensually.

The soft sensuous stroking soon had my cock very hard. Leaning forward, Mistress Chang then took my cock into her mouth and deep throated it all the way to the base. Her cheeks curved in while her tongue worked almost impossible strokes and curls. The room filled with the wild, wet, sucking sounds made by her pleasing mouth. I could feel something incredible building inside of me. She stopped sucking, and began stroking my cock rapidly with her right hand. Moving forward, she positioned her dildo at gaping opening to my ass. She still had not broken eye contact.

She jerked my rock hard cock furiously as she started to push hard with her hips. The strap-on penetrated my brutalized asshole and threatened to split it in half. She pushed slowly deeper and deeper. There was something incredible building deep down inside of me. I was free from bondage, but I could do nothing to stop her. My cock seemed to be double its usual size as she worked it up and down at near blinding speed. Inch by inch her strap-on penetrated into me; it was stretching me to impossible limits. My body began to shudder, and my eyes rolled back into my head. She kept pushing it deeper. It built. I lost it. I lost it again. Her massive black strap-on buried itself to the hilt inside my ass, and my body bucked like a kicking horse. My first few shots of cum flew clean over my head. I screamed; I came so hard it seemed like my whole body was erupting out the end of my cock. Still pumping my cock furiously and still buried to the hilt with her strap-on, Mistress Chang rode me like a rodeo champ. A sure bucketful of cum streamed from my cock; it spattered over my head, then onto my face, and finally out onto my stomach. After a few last spasms, things went black and I passed out.

I woke up to something warm sprinkling on my face. Opening my eyes, I found Mistress Chang standing over my head pissing on me. The smell of her urine filled my nostrils; a pool of urine formed around my head. She finished with a few small squirts and a very relieved sigh. She marched towards the door to leave. She was now wearing her long black PVC coat. She turned and met my eyes when she reached the door.

“Learn your lesson well. You still have time to catch your plane. But you must leave now,” said Mistress Chang. She opened the door. “I imagine you should clean up a bit first. You wouldn't want someone to stare at you.”