Kimiko

Kimiko pulled out of the driveway went down the street and parked to cry for a few minutes. Everything was going exatly to plan until the last minute. At this rate her daughters will. Be sullied by weeks end she needed to solidify everything and she needed to do it now. Her tears turned to determination as she gripped the wheel tightly and sped off toward work.

The office was bedlam, like a sexualized verson of those scenes from movies when all the employees suddenly realize the company thry have been working for is suddenly closing and no one is getting a paycheck. For every person she saw desperately trying to hold it together she saw 2 more engaged in some kind of lude act

Her paused watching a lady from HR. Explaining things to one girl as she and her latina sister had a train of men out the door of one of the glass conferences rooms "Well you are a filthy wetback, its not that diffrent that letting your beaner cousens take a shot at your ignorant holes, the only diffrence is it's real mens cocks just lay back and enjoy it."

She walked though the sea of chaos her paperwork in hand. She was really hoping Master would come though on his list today the peperwork that kept her from being just another gang **** whore today was her only protection until he did.

She smiled when she got to the executive office. Level. How could she not seeing her only actual rival in the comany on the floor with cum leaking out of her everywhere and more men coming. "Morning Fatima" she taunted. As she struggled Kimiko crouched down and handed the men her hijab

"here Sirs you may tie this sandniggers hands with this?"

The leader of the assult one of the male legal aids looked at the paperwork in her hand and frowned for a second but then nodded in apprecation taking the cloth as Kimiko walked into her office and shut the door. Her sound proofing was excellent with her clients it needed to be. Her office was rowboat of calm in a stormy sea.

She she opened her email there were hundreds to go though from clients but she was looking for one in particular. She found it in Japanese a email from her brother from Japan. Her heart was pounding as she opened the letter.

"Kimiko I spoke to our father. He was pretty pissed that you are coming crawling back like this. He told you you can't trust whites especially americans, the good news is he is not turning his back on your daughters."

She snorted 'sorry I didn't want to be some yakuzas brats political marrage father' she thought rolling her eyes.

"You are not the only one trying to get girls out of the country, I tried to get you higher on the list but the organization is only taking girls that have husbands lined up when they get here first."

'Of course they are, well being a mail order bride is a huge step-up from being a minority **** right now.'

"I found some really good guys for your daughters high in the organization but they wont touch them if they are carrying or carried a white mans baby. They are on the list we will pick them up in *3 months time* I am sorry but that is the earliest I can manage I will continue to try to push up the time table. You MUST keep them unimpregnated. Trust me we have already had one girl try to hide it from the organization and waste an evacuation spot... they took their time with her sister. Do not risk it."

Kimiko stared at her valedictorian sash. She did that a lot when at a loss for words or deep in thought. Did she really think her she could keep her daughters unimpregnated for 3 whole months? With a Bull cock like Davids in the house?

She looked at the picture of her 3 daughters happy on her desk and determination set. No one stopped Kimiko Lee. She had been told her fate a few times and never accepted it this wont be diffrent.

'Will they all make it out? Probably not but if I throw enough distractions, offer myself enthusiastically enough, get him to fuck his sisters instead... I need something bigger, I need a few bigger things to distract him.'

She started pouring over the law again absently calling her secretary.

"Kim?"

"Jasmine why aren't you in the office?" It was a borderline redundant statement, she knew why her black secretary was out today same reason she was out yesterday but obviously riding sick days was not sustainable.

"Kim, do you know what is going on out there? I am standing over my daughter with a baseball bat praying no one kicks in the door."

Kimiko smiled deviously.

"Your not claimed yet then I take it?"

"No, and there is literally a roving **** gang walking down my street right now so I am not inclined to run that gauntlet just to get bent over by Mr. Kane the moment he gets the chance."

She started playing with her earing as she put on a tone of fake concern. "Roving **** gang? Well we have to get you and your daughter out of there... look i have a plan. Come to my house at 4pm. Don't worry I have it all worked outthere I promise."

"Holy shit really" Jasmine practically squealed.

"Of course Jasmin you are the best secretary I ever had I wouldn't be as successful as i am without you. Pack a change of clothes, and your swimsuits we can make a pool party out of it."

"Thank you kim I will be there thank you so much. Oh shit they are getting closer gotta go"

Kim hung up proud of herself. 'Better her daughters womb than mine.' She thought as she poured over the law then an idea clicked.

She was looking at the list of who was qualfied to be claimed. It was a dark thought. Would she be willing to sacrifice one childs happiness so completely to protect the others?

She filled out the forms and must have stared at them for 15 minutes before hitting enter.

She called Kenji "honey? Changes in the plans today. I need you to do some things."