Cindy's Humble Servant Ch. 08

Master sat down with Steve and Mr Liu, and Cindy sat on the sofa, across a coffee table from the small, pretty girl. The youngest Chinese guy asked them what they wanted to drink, and got it for them. Cindy drank green tea, and Brian drank Chivas and green tea. Steve, Brian and Mr Liu began speaking in Chinese about a party they had all been to. Cindy was to the left of slave, and he could see her from the corner of his eye. The pretty Chinese girl sitting with Cindy was obviously asking her questions about slave. Cindy was eating sunflower seeds. The pretty girl occasionally looked over at slave with an expression of distaste, while Cindy narrated and spat out shells.

Master turned to slave and said: "We are waiting on a few more guests. You can play with yourself to keep yourself busy." Everyone focused on slave after Master had spoken, even Cindy, who continued cracking and spitting sunflower seeds, while offering translation to the pretty Chinese girl. Slave hesitated and then, still holding the A4 up under his chin with one hand, took his hard cock in the other and began to stroke it. He was already very horny, and it was only a few strokes before he could not resist squirming and wiggling his ass in arousal.

"Don't forget to smile," Steve reminded.

"Yes sir," slave replied breathlessly, and complied. Everyone laughed at the smile forced unnaturally onto the rising passion of his expression. They all watched him for a few moments, and then turned back to their respective conversations.

One of the young Chinese guys came over, and stood in front of slave, staring down at his cock. The Chinese guy began to rub his own cock through his jeans, and then to tickle slave's balls as slave continued to jack himself off. The Chinese guy stood beside slave, and pushed slave's shoulders forward slightly, and then pushed down on the small of his back. He then started poking around with a finger for the entrance to slave's asshole. Cindy seemed to be talking about Brian now to the pretty Chinese girl. They gazed over at Brian as they spoke, with totally different expressions to those that they had worn when they looked at slave. The Chinese guy found the entrance to slave's asshole, and then pushed in deep with his finger. Slave groaned and winced, but didn't stop tugging at himself, or smiling. Everyone focused on him after the sound of the groan, and laughed, Cindy still spitting sunflower seeds. Slave looked over at her briefly, but didn't catch her eye, as she was focused upon what the Chinese guy was doing to his ass. She seemed curious, but a bit uncomfortable with what she was seeing. Slave's face was red with shame. Beads of sweat had formed on his brow. He kept pumping his cock, more slowly now, as he was abashed to realize that the intruding finger in his ass had made his cock more sensitive, and he was afraid that he might cum, not from arousal, but from the mechanics of jacking off with a finger pushing in and out of his ass.

The door rapped, and the young Chinese guy slipped his finger out of slave's ass and smeared the excess Vaseline on his finger across slave's naked ass cheek. The Chinese guy who had been fingering slave's ass then went and answered the door. There were very boisterous greetings as three Russian guys, a Chinese guy in sunglasses and a Russian girl entered. The Russians gathered around slave. They were big, rough and menacing. The Chinese guy in sunglasses went and sat at Mr Liu's table. Slave slowed in pumping himself, but continued to hold the A4 up under his chin. Master said: "Don't slow down," and slave sighed wearily and again picked up his pace, as the Russians stood in front of him laughing and sneering in their own rough tongue. Steve said "keep smiling," and slave put the smile back on his troubled face.

The Russians went over and joined the others. Everyone was laughing and talking around Liu's table. The small, pretty girl seemed to have taken a shine to Cindy, and was sitting very close to her. Slave was still pumping his cock. He snuck furtive glance at Cindy, who did not look at him at all.

Master said: "Cindy, did you get that money out of Peter's account?" There was laughter as she rummaged around in her bag, hamming it up. She came over to slave. He had one foot up on the chair, and was slowly stroking his cock, and grinding his hips in animal arousal. Everyone was quiet, watching the show. Cindy handed him money, and said sharply: "Here." Slave stopped pulling at his cock to take the money, and kept the A4 up under his chin.

"Thank you, Cindy."

"You're welcome. Please sign here," she said with humorous efficiency, as she handed him a form and a pen. He looked a bit lost, and she pointed at his "please fuck my ass" A4, and he used this to sign on, and then handed her back the receipt for the cash. She looked at him with a comic gleam in her eye, pointed at his cock and said: "Don't stop." He started to stroke his cock again, and everyone laughed as she went back to her seat, hamming it up again. Slave watched her round and arrogant ass under denim. Cindy sat down again next to the pretty Chinese girl, and the pretty Chinese girl held onto Cindy's arm, smitten.

Master cleared his throat and announced: "Everyone: Peter wants to offer 100 RMB to anyone who will fuck his ass this evening. Isn't that right, Peter."

"Yes Master."

Everyone roared with laughter, and there were cheers. Liu translated for everyone, while Cindy translated for the pretty Chinese girl. The Chinese guy in sunglasses came over to slave, and stood in front of him leering, as slave wearily continued to stroke his cock. "Guo lai!" -- come here -- the Chinese guy in sunglasses barked rudely at slave. Slave let go of his cock, and followed the Chinese guy in sunglasses out of the room.

"Wu will take you to get ready to entertain your guests," Mr Liu called out laughingly, waving as slave followed Wu out of the room, still holding under his chin the A4. "Keep smiling!" Steve called out behind him. At the end of the hall on the right was a washroom, and on the left was the room Mr Wu led slave into. The walls of the room were all mirrors. The floor was a red sort of astro turf. When Wu turned on the light the room became very bright. There was no furniture in the room apart from one very large wooden chair. It looked like a barstool, but it was much heavier. There were mechanisms at its base to raise and lower the seat. Iron rings were connected to various parts of this chair.

Wu turned slave from gaping at the chair to face him. He barked at slave in harsh Chinese, then tugged at the uncomprehending slave's maid's outfit, and indicated for slave to remove this. Wu had not removed his sunglasses. Below the sunglasses were an ugly moustache and a cruel grin.

Slave removed the maid's outfit and stood naked but for stockings, garter belt, a blonde wig and his pink collar. His body had been shaven all over, and was slick with oil. The crack of his ass was glistening with Vaseline. He stood shyly in front of Mr Wu, resisting the urge to cover himself, and hanging his arms meekly by his sides. Slave's cock was tiny from nerves. Mr Wu looked at the drooping cock with disappointment, and then strolled around behind slave. Slave could see Wu behind him in the mirror. Wu seemed to maintain eye contact through his sunglasses, but slave couldn't be certain of this.

Wu pushed down on slave's back, to make him bend over at the waist. He pushed down on the small of his back then, to assure that his back arched and his ass protruded. Slave put his hands on his knees, and waited. Wu lifted slave's head, so that he maintained eye contact. He stood squarely behind slave and commanded "Kai!" -- open.

Slave did not know what was expected of him. Wu took slave's hands then, and placed them on his buttocks. He barked "Kai" again, and slave realized that he was meant to spread his ass cheeks with his hands. Slave spread his ass, and remained there, bent at the waist, attempting to maintain eye contact with Wu, his face going red from the effort required to maintain this posture. He felt so humiliated to be holding open his own ass cheeks for this disgusting man.

Wu came up behind slave, and put one hand between slave's shoulders. He stuck out the middle finger of his other hand, and gestured this at slave's reflection on the mirror. He said, with pride in his English ability, "Fuck you," and then he stabbed this middle finger roughly up slave's anus. Slave grunted and groaned, and attempted to stand to escape the pain, but the hand between his shoulders held him down. He bent his knees then, and attempted to escape the pain by going down, but Wu firmly pulled him back up with the finger up slave's ass.

Wu held his finger deep inside of slave. He barked "Kai!" and slave reached back and again spread his buttocks with his hands. He was trying not to whimper. "Gou lai," Wu commanded, and proceeded to steer slave with the finger up his ass. He moved slave to just in front of the chair. He rapidly fucked slave's ass with his finger for several seconds, causing slave to hold his body stiff in a protracted cringe, and then Wu slipped out his finger, leaving slave feeling tender and empty back there.

Wu went and collected things from a bag against one of the walls. Slave did not move from position: though his back was tired, and beginning to arch upwards, he continued to hold his ass cheeks apart, and he did his best to keep his neck up and retain eye contact. His neck, however, was sore, so eventually he let it hang, and tried to follow Wu upside down, in the mirror he faced when he hung his head. Wu returned to slave, and quickly and efficiently secured wrist, ankle and neck cuffs to slave.

"Gou lai," he said again, gesturing for slave to get up on his knees on the stool. Slave got up on his knees on the stool, and held on to the back of the stool. Wu pulled slave's neck down, forcing him to lift his ass up high, and secured the neck collar to a loop at the top of the chair's back. He then secured the wrist cuffs to either side of the back of the chair. Slave's knees were bent sharply below his chin. His feet and six inches of his shins extended beyond the front of the seat of the chair. His ass jutted out to just beyond his feet. Wu secured the ankle cuffs to the front of the seat of the chair, so that slave could not stop kneeling on the chair, and stand straight legged.

Wu went to the back again, and came back and secured a head harness to slave. Two straps ran from between his eyes and out to either side of his lower jaw, causing slave to appear somewhat cross eyed. Wu held out a piece of something elastic. Slave thought, 'oh please, not this,' as Wu fastened the piece to his nostrils, pulled them back and fastened the elastic to a loop at the crown of slave's head harness, giving him a pig face. Slave could not look at himself in the mirrors that faced him at all walls. He was so ugly now. Cindy, whom he loved beyond all love, could not see him like this! Oh please, no! How could he ever compete with Brian if Cindy saw him like this! Slave began to whimper. Wu barked "An jing," -- quiet. He then placed a ring in slave's mouth, and secured this to the sides of the head harness, causing him to keep his mouth open in an expression of "oh."

Wu went behind him and slapped slave's inviting ass very heartily several times. Slave grunted through the mouth ring and his stretched nostrils with each whack. He could feel red handprints burning on his cheeks. He thought: 'Oh dear, what have I let myself in for!'

Wu left the room. Slave looked at his imager in the mirror, and he was so repulsed by his own this that he felt nauseous. He closed his eyes tightly, and attempted to establish an inner calm, by imagining Cindy smiling at him. His ass cheeks were stinging where Wu had slapped them, and his asshole felt itchy and burning. He was utterly defenseless. Time passed, and he heard the others speaking excitedly, and music playing. He could not distinguish voices though, or make out what they were saying. More time passed, and then he heard soft voices in the hallway, and the girls entered the room behind him. The two Chinese girls and the Russian girl were like ghosts around Cindy, whose presence eclipsed all other things. He shut his eyes tightly, like an ostrich pushing its head into the sand. Slave's cock began to stiffen though, from knowledge that Cindy could witness his complete degradation, and know that he had done all this out of his love for her.

The girls stood behind him laughing, taking him in. Cindy and the two Chinese girls were discussing whether he looked more like a roast pig or a roast chicken. He could not understand everything they said, but he knew that they were speaking about him in the crudest of terms. The Russian girl came to the front of slave, talking to him, so manners dictated that he should focus his eyes upon the one addressing him. He stole a glance at Cindy, and his heart sank to see from her expression that she was more disgusted than amused. The Russian girl took the elastic lead which held his nostrils up and open, and tugged gently at it. She kept saying: "Piggy, ugly piggy, piggy piggy," with increasing vehemence.

Cindy took the money slave had signed for from where he'd lain his maid's outfit and the A4, and brought this over to his head. The Russian girl released the nostril lead, and went behind him. Cindy said with disdain: "don't lose your money," and she put this down on the floor just under his chin. He met her eyes and she was Siddhartha, completely blank and unrecognizing, no trace of a smile. He had never seen her look this way at anyone else. It was withering. He wanted to say "I love you Cindy" but with the ring in his mouth he was afraid that it would release a string of saliva. He looked pleadingly into her eyes, from around the leather straps that made him appear cross eyed. She held his gaze for several seconds, daring him to communicate with her, and then she said: "You are disgusting. You are the ugliest man alive. I am a good girl, and a normal girl. You made me this way. You want me hate you? You succeed. I hate you. I hate you forever." Tears began to well up in his eyes. She brought her face down closer to his, looking into his eyes with a cold sneer. "You want to cry? You cry. I don't care. This is what you wanted. You are not my slave. I don't want a slave. You do this for Brian, he tell you to do this. Not me. You cry for Brian, not me." The tears set themselves loose, and rolled down his cheeks. She snorted dismissively. From idle curiosity she tugged on the band that stretched his nostrils. "Ue xing," –disgusting -- she said rudely.. Her sensuous lips were so close to his, he wanted to kiss her. He groaned in despair, and began to sob, shaking his whole bound body awkwardly. Her lips pursed in a malicious grin, and a threatening sparkle came into her eyes. She tugged the elastic up, raising his face toward her, and then she spat violently through the ring that held his mouth open. He swallowed greedily, and mumbled "thank you Cindy" around the ring. She drew back one hand and slapped him sharply across the side of the head, making his ear ring. She straightened up, and her denim clad pussy was inches from his face. He could make out her pronounced mound of Venus. He tried to gather her fragrance into his pig nostrils. "Zou ba," – let's go -- Cindy said to the other girls, and they strolled casually out of the room, leaving him alone again, savoring the taste of Cindy's spittle.

Slave did not have to wait long before Mr Liu appeared at the door behind him with the tall, glamorous manager he had been playing dice with. This girl was too immaculately beautiful, and she faced the world with utter arrogance. She was the type of girl who would never even look at slave. Her hair was long and straight, and she wore a fringe. She was dressed in a black chi pa. Her body was slimmer and more conventionally sexy than Cindy's, but to slave she just looked like any woman in a magazine.

Mr Liu approached the trussed up slave, bellowing "halooo!" Slave tried to reply "hello sir," and let loose a string of saliva. Mr Liu went to the front of slave. He took a 100 RMB note from the floor in front of slave, and put it in his pocket. "Xie xie," – thank you -- he said. Slave knew how vulnerable he was, so he tried to be as polite as possible. "You're welcome," he mumbled through the ring in his mouth. Liu took off his trousers and underpants, and left them in a heap beside the remaining 900 RMB. He said: "You very very ugly. Can't make me hard." He snapped his fingers and the tall girl came over, and put one hand on Liu's shoulder, and started stroking his dick with the other. She was taller than Liu by about a head, so she bent her knees, and kissed his ear.

After a minute of this, Liu's short, fat dick was hard. He walked in front of slave, and rubbed his dick around slave's opened nostrils. He put his dick head at the edge of the ring in slave's mouth, and slave licked at the tip of his cock tenderly. Liu went to the side of the chair, and stepped on a pedal, and the chair sank down until slave's asshole sat at a comfortable level for his cock. He spun the chair around, and stood directly behind slave. The tall girl went around behind Liu, and kissed his ears and stroked his balls from behind. Liu put his big cock head at the entrance of slave's anus. Slave closed his eyes in trepidation, and felt butterflies in his stomach. Liu had to push hard a few times, and redirect the head, before it popped in, to the accompaniment of a pained groan from slave. The head was in securely, and then Liu pushed in the rest of the way in one shove, until the root of his cock was flush with slave's stretched hole.

Slave held his breathe as Liu began to shift his cock left and right, and up and down, rooting around in slave's hole. Suddenly, satisfied with the thoroughness of his penetration, Liu took firm hold of slave's hips, and set into a steady rhythm, plunging in and out of slave's hole, faster, and slower, and faster. Slave grunted, and rocked to Liu's motion. He kept his eyes shut for fear of the sight of himself, and knew exactly what it felt like to be utterly used. He tried to stop them, but his tears again began to flow.

Suddenly, Liu stabbed deep, and then pulled out with an almost audible pop. Slave let out a deep groan. Liu strolled around in front of slave, and stood there proudly, with his hard cock inches from slave's pig nostrils.

"Brian say you like taste my cum. You say please, I give you some."

Slave mumbled "please," through the ring.

"Keep saying."

Slave kept repeating "please" as the tall girl jacked Liu's cock off toward slave's mouth. He could only see Liu's cock, and the tall girl's hand moving up and down it with blurring speed. The cock erupted and the tall girl got as much of the cum as she could into slave's mouth, and spattered the rest around his face. She wiped the cum from her fingers in slave's blond wig. Mr Liu wiped the extra come from the eye of his cock up slave's spread nostrils. In Chinese, he ordered the tall girl to send down his two Chinese boys. He took his trousers and underpants, and went to shower across the hall.

Cum dripped from slave's mouth and face. He had tried to swallow as much as he could, but with the mouth ring in, swallowing was difficult. His asshole, displayed up high, was sore and burning.

It wasn't long before the two young Chinese guys and the small pretty Chinese girl came into the room. The two boys stood behind slave, stripped down to their socks, and began to wank their thin, stiff cocks. The girl went to slave's head, and lifted his face with the nostril strap. She spoke to him in Chinese in a soft baby voice, encouraging and cajoling. He could not understand what she said, but he soon realized that she wanted him to repeat after her. When she unhooked and removed his mouth ring, he swallowed the remains of Cindy's spit and Liu's cum. He began repeating what she said, as she said it, in the tiny voice of a Japanese AV star: "I love you," "Please fuck me," "Please fuck my ass," in Chinese. This seemed to be really doing it for the two Chinese guys, who were grunting now as they pulled at their cocks. Suddenly, without warning, one of the guys rushed over and neatly speared slave's hole on his cock. He put one hand on the small of slave's back, and pushed slave's ass down again and again in to the frantic upward thrusting of his cock. There was a steady, rhythmic slapping sound as his hips hit slave's cheeks again and again. Slave began to whimper. The girl held up slave's nostrils, and when she looked back at the boys, his face was inches from her small pert tit. She lifted his nostrils and looked into his face to get him to follow her in translating his real whimpering into the whimpering of a Japanese AV star. She was no longer leading him to say "I love you," "fuck my ass," but modeling for him the little gasps and groaning of a Japanese AV star. The guy in his ass was loving this, and as the tempo of his manly grunts achieved a crescendo, slave felt the cock stiffen and then begin pumping cum into his belly. The boy jolted a few times as deeply as he could up slave's hole, and then withdrew, and smeared the excess cum from his dick along slave's ass cheek.