Naked and afraid

Xiu’s POV:

She was proud, for a moment. She resisted the urge to submit to him, spitting in his face to show him Wang Xiu was no pushover.

But her pussy might be.

The fucking he proceeded to give her reminded her of her place.

He drops her, folds her legs, and falls dick first into her. As she lets out an ear splitting scream she’s worried that his dick may have actually punched a hole through her. He expertly spits directly onto her uvula, forcing her to ****. Between his tree trunk thick dick punching her womb into her lungs and her ****, she’s finding it hard to find oxygen. “I think that’s funny. I think it’s funny that your eyes are the only tiny slants left in your body,” he starts thrusting into her slower but with more power.

She’s gasping and panting, desperately trying to catch her breath as each thrust of his powerful dick knocks it out of her again and again. Tears are forming in her eyes as she gasps and sputters, and the one-man army who’s doing the work of a thousand men on her pussy smiles a wicked smile. She feels an unfamiliar pang of fear as she looks at that smile. “And I think it’s funny that you can’t stop this.”

Oh god what next?

He lets her legs fall to his sides as he reaches over and grabs his phone, taking pictures of her tear ridden, spit covered, makeup smeared mess of a face. How dare this arrogant American dog?

“NO PICTURES,” she cries as she tries to reach for the phone. Before her hands reach the device a hard thrust forces them to go limp and drop to the bed.

The white devil laughs arrogantly, “then stop me then.” She makes another feeble grab at the phone but another slam of his pelvis against hers causes the strength to immediately leave her. Each time she tries makes a **** grab at the phone, a thrust hits her with the impact of a car crash and forces her arms to go limp. She stops this futile effort when she cums yet again, it’s **** making her arms shake and her body spasm. She looks away from the phone and clutches the sheets to try and calm her body’s spasms and anchor her in place. She couldn’t stop him, no woman could. But at least she could try and preserve some of her dignity, any at all would do.

But he had a different idea. He took grabbed her face harshly and turned it towards him. “Look at me while I’m ruining you. I want you to look into my eyes and know I’m the one who did this to you. Not some Asian dude, not some expensive Japanese sex toy, but a white American dude with a white American cock.” She tries to shoot him her best **** glare, but it’s undercut by the tongue that she lost control of a long time ago flopping around her mouth. She is completely helpless as she lays there while he takes pictures of the absolute mess he had reduced this proud woman to.

As the overwhelming power of his cock continues to overwhelm her, he starts to call her slurs and insults whenever she cums. “Dog eater,” orgasm. “Gook,” orgasm. “Zipperhead,” orgasm. “Asia-face,” lazy but still orgasm. “Kim Jong Coom,” THAT’S KOREAN NOT CHINESE HE’S SO STUPID HOW IS HE MAKING HER CUM?!

She started to feel sympathy for the girls she heard yesterday. If her iron snatch was destroyed by the overwhelming power of the submarine attached to his crotch, she can only imagine what those poor girls went through.

Even the mightiest of warriors of the Wang clan, the hundreds of woman who felled entire empires, would be no match for sheer **** of nature that was this cock.

She was sure that if every previous Wang came at him all at once, the battle would end with every single one of them face down ass up, bodies twitching and tongues rolled out, an entire army beaten by a single man, and his monstrous cock.

She’s starting to think those girls got off easy, there’s no way they’d be able to leave the apartment without a wheelchair if he did to them what he’s doing to her. And even holding back he needed all those girls to stop quell his unending libido.

God she might need backup too. She’d give anything for a tag-in right now, a lifeline to reach out to and save her from this onslaught. But who would she even get.

“It won’t be too long till Li’s home, I think she’s of American age. Maybe she can help me-”

No

What the hell was she thinking? Did she forget why she’s doing to in the first place? It’s all for her, everything she does is supposed to be for her. A Wang’s duty is too make sure that the next Wang is fostered to be the best person they can be, and she’s gladly do it again in order to save her daughter.

Remember, you do it for her

And you would do it again

You do it for her, even if it means

You have to fuck him

She grabs the sheet tightly and looks him dead in the eyes, determined to survive this. She is then **** to throw her head back with a small “AH,” as her poor tired pussy is **** to cum again, her back arching a little as he continues to pound into her from above.

It’d be almost sad from an outside perspective, her tiny twat being bullied by his massive cock into giving him its lunch money in the form of uncontrollable orgasms. Giving swirlies in the form of **** squirts. Shoving into lockers becomes shoving his baby maker into the entrance of her baby holder. His cock is actually so (almost comically) large she thinks it would have been easier giving birth again.

Her poor, sad, pathetic, weak snatch is being picked on by a 15 inch slab of bitchbreaking meat. And all she can do is try and hang on for dear life as she tries to slam her through the mattress, forcing her to take it over and over and over.

But she will endure, she has to. For Li’s innocence, for Li’s future, she will survive this. She’ll take every thrust, even if he shatters her pelvis and breaks her mind, she’ll endure.

Through as she lets out a tired whimper and her legs shake as another bolt of lightning rocks her body, she starts to have doubts. She starts to cry softly as the enormity of the task hits her, along with the tree trunk that pushes its way through her tired walls.

“Holy shit, are you really crying Wang?” He smiles, “I mean I know I’m good, but you don’t to start crying on me. You can pray to god if you want, a lot of girls I fuck tend to do that.” She hated to boost this arrogant prick’s ego, (his head was already almost as big as the one between his legs), but he was right about one thing, he was good.

Too good. Far better than any mortal man should be. Far better than her, but she’ll never let him know.

God as her witness she will not give into him, she will take all of him and live to see tomorrow.

And as much as she tells herself this, she becomes less and less convinced each time his shaft forces her to massage him with her vibrating insides, continuing to use her as a sex toy, a hole to satisfy himself and move on. The proud Asian woman, was starting to hit her limit.