The Tourist Trap

It was supposed to be the trip of a lifetime.

Christine had always dreamed of traveling abroad for most of her 26 years. A young professional from the bustling international city of Los Angeles, she'd heard from her friends how fun it was to travel around the world, especially to exotic locales such as Hong Kong and Singapore. Her marketing agency had recently shutdown for the holidays, so it was a perfect time to take her first trip outside the US.

As an Asian-American girl with parents who were originally from Hong Kong, Christine always grown up with a great love for Asian food and culture, so being able to travel abroad for the first time with her boyfriend Ryan was always going to be an overseas adventure worth a lifetime. Ryan himself had been a bit hesitant traveling that far, being a typical white boy from Ohio, but she'd sold him on the idea of a cheap romp through Phuket, Singapore, and Kuala Lumpur.

The first leg of the trip had went excellently, with the two of them exploring the more traditional sights and sounds of Phuket. However, the city girl in Christine longed to be back in a big city, which Singapore fit perfectly. In fact, on a recommendation from one of her marketing colleagues who had visited Singapore the year before, she and Ryan decided to explore Sound Bazaar, one of the newest nightclubs in the city-state.

Knowing that it was one of those places to see and be seen at, Christine decided to dress up for the occasion. She'd always been very disciplined about staying fit, her slender frame and shorter height allowing her to pull off a sexy little black dress with a back cut low enough to reveal just a little of the lacy black bra she'd worn underneath it. The frontal V neckline was deep enough to allow some flashing of her B-cup cleavage, while the bottom of her dress ended just below her upper thighs, leaving her toned, skinny legs exposed to the world. It was an outfit that had caught a lot of unwanted male attention in the past, but Christine figured that with Ryan in tow, she'd be safe. A small black clutch, gold earrings, and a pair of pink stiletto heels completed the look perfectly.

The club itself turned out to be a lot more than she had imagined it to be. The Saturday night crowd had turned out in force, with muscular hunks and slender babes grinding on a packed dance floor. In fact, Christine was glad that she'd gone with her sexy outfit as she didn't want to stand out like a tourist (which she was) amongst the locals. In fact, the expensive $100 shoulder-length haircut and balayage brown highlights she'd gotten right before the trip were paying off. Ryan stood out a little more by virtue of his skin tone, but the cosmopolitan nature of the crowd allowed him to blend in too.

After a thumping, energetic session on the floor to the sounds of Pitbull remixed expertly by the local DJ Rekkord, Christine decided that it was time to take a break from the action and headed towards the bar to get a drink. By the time she'd squeezed her way near to the front of the bar, she realized that the bartender was busy pouring out a round of shots for a large group and was ignoring the rest of the patrons who were starting to sound a little disgruntled. Annoyed, she was about to complain to Ryan when she felt her felt someone tap her on the shoulder.

"Hey pretty girl, you want a drink?" said the voice in strongly accented Singlish. She turned around to face a Chinese male model lookalike who was grasping a bottle of Belvedere vodka in his right hand.

"Ya, you.. you want some of this?" he proferred, waving the bottle at her. "I bought it already.. my treat"

Blushing at the attention, Christine shook her head and grabbed Ryan by the wrist to pull him over to her. "Thanks so much for the offer, but unfortunately, I already have a boyfriend."

The Chinese guy must have picked up on her American accent, for he changed his tone. "Wah, so you guys are tourists here? From the US? Come come, now I really want to get you guys some drinks for coming all the way here. My name is Ah Seng - you can call me Seng, and these are my buddies Poh and Kumar," he said, gesturing to a scrawny guy wearing glasses and a tall, muscular Indian guy standing next to him.

At this point, Christine was absolutely thirsty and was dying to get a drink to quench her thirst, busy bartender be damned.

"I'm Christine and this is my boyfriend Ryan," she replied as she introduced herself to her new compatriots. "We flew all the way from LA to come visit Asia!"

"Wah, damn far man," commented Poh as he squinted at her in the dark. "Come, enjoy this place like us locals!"

The group migrated to a small table where the bottle of Belvedere was poured out into shot glasses.

"To my new American friends, CHEERS!!" was Seng's toast as he raised his glass to the ceiling. With that, Christine poured the contents of the shotglass down her throat in one gulp, feeling the alcohol burn as it went down.

She smiled at the idea of making new friends, especially locals who could show them around town. In fact, she was so happy that she was... feeling sleepy? Her head suddenly felt like it weighed a ton and she was struggling to keep her eyelids open. She looked around groggily at Ryan, who looked like he was in a similar stupor. Before she could comprehend fully what had happened, the fatigue took over and she lolled off into the darkness.

When Christine woke up, it was to the sound of a truck engine being turned off. Blinking hard to try to get rid of her dazed state, she realized that she and Ryan were leaning against a dusty concrete wall in a construction site, with their hands bound behind their backs. Standing over them were Seng and Kumar, grinning from ear to ear as they surveyed the scene.

"So you think you foreigners can come here and jump into our newest clubs just because you are Americans? Especially bringing your ang moh boyfriend along?" sneered Seng. "Even Kumar who came from India 5 years ago had to get my promoter friend's help to get in. You think you are so great?!"

Kumar snorted in reply, obviously the strong but silent type.

"Let us go or I'll call the embassy," retorted Ryan. "You know that we have diplomatic immunity and all you guys will be in trouble. Let us go now and we won't call the cops."

"So you think you can threaten us in our own country?" said Poh as he walked over from the truck, gesturing at the construction site. "You foreigners seem to be trespassing on a private construction site. In fact, I will tell them that you were trying to sell drugs to locals here. I have a small bag of cocaine I found that could possibly belong to you two..."

"You can't do anything to u.. UGH" Ryan's comeback was cut short by Kumar's kick to his ribs, causing him to double over backwards in pain.

"I've had enough of this ang moh's nonsense. Sibeh sian. Tie him to the pillar and make him shut up!" commanded Seng.

With that, Kumar and Poh dragged Ryan over to a nearby pillar and used some thick cable ties to bind him to the pillar. To accomplish the shutting up part, they gagged him with a dirty cloth, reducing his furious yells to muffled sounds.

"Good good. Now we can have him watch us have fun with his chio Asian girlfriend," sneered Seng as he sauntered over to Christine to caress her cheek.

At this point, she was so stunned that she hadn't said anything. But this time, the physical contact shocked her into action.

"GET AWAY from me you scum!" she screamed. "Don't you DARE touch me with your filthy hand!"

"Now now, is that any way to treat your host?" taunted Seng as he squatted down beside her, his hand sliding down her face, to her exposed neck, then down to her chest as he caressed her left breast with the gently touch of a lover.

"GO AWAY!!" she screamed again as she squirmed away from him, but the wall prevented her from getting any further from her tormentor.

"Stop struggling or your boyfriend will get it!" yelled Poh from across the room as he held a big construction blade to Ryan's throat.

A lump emerged in Christine's throat as she realized that any more resistance from her would result in them inflicting grevious harm to her darling boyfriend. He on the other hand was powerless to save her, and could only watch as the men had their way with her. She stopped moving, paralyzed by her shock and fear, as the weight of the world collapsed in on her.

"Exactly. See, no need to struggle," grinned Seng as he ran his hands over her body, feeling up her firm B-cups before moving onto her slender thighs. "Just relax and think of this as a Singapore massage."

Christine put up a feeble struggle as Seng molested her, his ministrations causing her to squirm in discomfort as he savored the intimates of her body. She had always prided herself on staying slim and fit, but now that was coming back to haunt her in the most unimaginable ways.

Finally, he stopped and leaned in close to untie the knot that held the thin satin straps of her outfit in place, causing them to fall like petals down her sides as the top of her dress sagged down to reveal even more of her cleavage while the top of her lacy bra peeked out at her admirers. This made Christine feel even more uncomfortable but any move she had in mind was stalled when she saw Poh bring the blade closer to Ryan's neck.

Seng was obviously the ringleader and instigator, leading the action as he pulled down the top of her dress, putting the lingerie-style bra she had chosen fully on display. Seng paused for a second to admire his handiwork before finishing off his move by violently ripping the bra off her, causing her to yelp in shock as the fastener broke and the fabric gave way, allowing her firm B cups to pop into the open for her admirers to see. Her small brown nipples hardened in the sudden exposure to the cool evening air.

"Wah, this one neh neh not bad," Seng remarked as he leered at her breasts. "Looks nicer and firmer than a lot of the local ah lians!"

Kumar joined Seng to kneel down beside her, roughly squeezing her tits as he treated her like a piece of meat. "Ya boss, this one not bad. Quite firm!"

Tears coursed down Christine's face as she tried to ignore the torture that she was going through, looking at Ryan across the room. However, her boyfriend's face was red and soaked with tears as he too was crying in despair, unable to save his lover from her fate at the hands of these ruffians.

"Please please please don't do anything to me... I'll give you anything.. an.. an..anything... puh puh please.." she begged as the men continued on her.

Kumar started rubbing her inner thighs before sliding his hands upwards to roll her short skirt up her waist. The black lacy thong that matched her now-destroyed bra was now the only protection she had remaining, but even that was a lost cause as Seng also ripped that expensive piece of lingerie off her in one go. He wadded it up into a tight ball and stuffed it into her mouth as a makeshift gag, causing her pleading cries to be reduced to mere whimpers. She used to be proud of her completely shaved pussy, especially since her white lovers usually expected Asian girls to have more hair down there. Now it was unwanted attention, turning on these men who were eyeing her like a common prostitute.

Christine was now totally exposed, her sexy black dress bunched up around her waist and her underwear long removed, exposing her neat pussy to the world as she laid on the cold concrete floor with her hands bound behind her back. Kumar reached his right hand to tease her clit, his fingers playing in the folds of her slit as she whimpered in despair. It was a horrible feeling - the fear, the powerlessness, the stimulation - all of it combining to send a tingling shock down her body. In fact, it was so overwhelming that Christine started to feel a sense of warmth emanating from her nether regions. Was she starting to get wet? Was her body enjoying it?

Kumar slipped two fingers into her. Ordinarily with Ryan, this would have been normal foreplay, but Kumar's thick fingers were much bigger than her boyfriend's. Despite her protests and horror, she felt her body start to respond against her will as her pussy started to get wet from the stimulation. It shocked her to think that the combination of shock and pleasure was starting to make her feel turned on.

All that was (mostly) forgotten when Seng pushed Kumar aside and pulled Christine towards him. For the first time, she noticed his erect penis facing him. It wasn't the biggest dick in the world, but in Christine's predicament, it looked like the biggest thing in the world. While she had her fair share of lovers and one-night stands, the thought of a disgusting stranger's dick entering her without any protection whatsoever was the scariest sexual experience she had ever faced. Grabbing Christine's knees for leverage, Seng forced her legs open and positioned his cock at the center of her tiny, shaved slit. Her struggles grew more desperate, but her bound hands did her no good and her legs were held in place by her assailant.

"Okay you tourist slut, now we are going to you the full local treatment!"

With that, Seng lunged forward with his body weight and penetrated Christine, his cock tearing into her innermost sanctums as he sank his full length into her. She groaned into her gag as a red hot sensation seared through her body, radiating outward from her broken pussy as a disgusting man who was not her beloved white boyfriend started to fuck her like a cheap whore. She could hear Seng yell to his comrades in Singlish about how tight her pussy was, but the details were lost amidst the pleasure that burned through her body and soul. She felt him push deeper with each and every thrust, her pussy walls getting wetter as Seng's barebacked fucking intensified.

Like a relentless battering ram, he brutally fucked her hard and deep on the cold stone floor as she screamed with a mix of terror and pleasure. She was helpless, her precious body being subject to a savage fucking that her Ryan had never given her. The sheer speed and violence of his violent "lovemaking" was a foreign experience that she was fighting against, yet her body was starting to turn against her. With each stroke into her, she felt her pussy involuntarily start to wetten, until her juices started to flow readily, making Seng's job all the more easier.

"See boys, she is actually getting wet! Tourists are really such sluts!" laughed Seng as he thrust into her over and over again.

Christine felt dirty as her body rebelled against her and started to react positively towards her brutal fucking. How could her body possibly be doing that in such a situation? Clearly her mind and body were not acting right - her mind saying no but her body... saying yes? The logic behind it made her feel positively filthy as she felt Seng piston in and out of her. She was actually enjoying the experience. Was getting taken against her will a subliminal fantasy that she'd just discovered?

Just as she was about to mentally resign herself to her fate, she felt her assailant tense up mid-stroke and realized what was about to happen. As a bit of a self-admitted slut, she had slept with enough men to know what was coming (literally). Seng was not wearing any protection and she was off the pill... NO!! She could not possibly be getting cummed into by her foreign assailant! Her eyes widened and she tried to push away but it was too late as Seng sank one final deep thrust and shot his massive load of thick white cum deep inside her. Christine felt his seed gush into the depths of her womb, with each spurt seeming to fill her vagina till it could hold no more. Could she end up pregnant with the baby of her attacker?

Seng pulled out, a small trickle of cum flowing out from her pussy as he removed his dick. Straddling her chest, he slapped her face with his dick three times, each demeaning whack coating her cheek with a slick mess of juices. Pulling the gag from her mouth, he pinched her nose to force her to breathe through her mouth. This allowed him to jam his dick in to force her to suck his cock clean. All this happened just as Kumar moved in front of her, stroking his erect member.

"So you see? Local hospitality not bad right? Hahahaha!" Seng chuckled.

Now, as bad as the first fucking was, Christine realized that her predicament was about to get a lot more interesting as she stared at Kumar's titanic penis. The Indian's member had to be at least 30cm long and thick as a cucumber. Now ungagged, her eyes widened as Kumar positioned himself right in front of her and smirked.

"OK little girl, no need to panic ah.. will only hurt a little," said Kumar in his strongly accented voice.

The big construction worker grabbed Christine's ankles and pulled her over to him as he positioned himself at her entrance. The massive head of his big black dick rubbed against her tiny shaved slit as he sized her up. There was no way it was physically possible for it to enter her - it would surely destroy her vagina if he did so! This did not seem to dissuade Kumar, however, and he pinned Christine's shoulders against the floor for leverage as he forced his way into her.

Some of the remaining cum from her first fucking helped served as lubricant to ease Kumar's massize dick into her. She felt it stretch her love canal like no lover's dick or monster vibrator had ever done before, with each centimeter of progress taking an eternity as Kumar entered her. It took her attacker a full ten strokes before he hit the limit of her love tunnel, the tip of his dick banging hard against her cervix. Even then, he was barely three-quarters into her, but her small tight pussy could take no more, an intense white hot bliss like no other emanating from her nether regions, as she felt completely fulfilled by the massive cock in her.

Each stroke forced into her caused her to groan in joy, but her hoarse throat could only croak as her domination continued at the hands of the Indian worker who would otherwise have no chance at bedding a slim Asian American beauty like her. Christine's mind was screaming for the fucking to stop, yet her slim, attractive body that she had worked so hard to draw male attention was encouraging her attackers to have their way with her. She felt mentally broken and confused, her body rebelling against her as the stimulation of Kumar's massive dick overwhelmed her senses, causing her to orgasm on top of the huge dick impaling her.

She felt him pull out and scramble over. He forcefully grabbed a fistful of her dyed hair and yanked her head back as he jammed his big cock down her throat as far as he could manage, causing her gag reflex to kick in as the head of his cock violated the back of her throat. Before her gag reflex could trigger fully, Kumar started fucking her mouth. Christine fought to breathe through her nose as her mouth was blocked off by his gigantic member. She heard the other men laugh as her mouth being used as a fucktoy by Kumar, but she did not resist as she felt herself getting more and more turned on by the situation.

Finally reaching his climax, Kumar's dick erupted, sending a stream of thick, bitter cum down the back of her throat. This time, her gag reflex kicked in hard and she splurted for air, causing a mixture of spit and cum to drip out of her mouth and nostrils as she gasped for air while Kumar satisfiedly pulled his dick out of her mouth, wiping the remnants of his cum in her hair and matting it down in a bile mix of bodily fluids.

"Boss, this one a bit tight," commented Kumar post-coitus, "but I might have loosed her up a bit for you."

Seng then replaced Poh standing guard over Ryan as Poh sauntered over to where Christine lay. Eyeing her defiled pussy and throat, he remarked "wah lan, all used up already. Only back door left to go!"