Disclaimer: The following story contains themes related WMAF raceplay. If this offends you, do not read on. All content below is a fantasy.
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Yuyi awoke again. She was immediately reminded of her dire situation by not only the fact that she was chained to the wall of a cell, but also the fact that she had pissed herself in her sleep and was now sitting in a puddle of her own urine. The smell was revolting. Her captor, or "White Master" as she had been instructed to call him, had refused to let her use the toilet in her cell until she was "useful". And by that he meant until she accepted that she was an Asian sex slave. A "gook fucktoy" as he had so eloquently put it.
In addition to all that, her whole body was sore from having her hands chained to the wall behind her, and she was hungrier and thirstier than she had ever been.
How long had she been here? A day? Longer? She had no concept of time. The only light came from the lightbulb in the hallway, which was on 24/7.
She laid there in misery contemplating her situation. He would have to feed her eventually, right? I mean, without water she can't survive more that a few days. Would he even care if she died chained to this wall? Nothing from her interactions with him thus far suggested he cared about her wellbeing. He had no problem using the shock collar around her neck to punish her for breaking his rules. And she wasn't even allowed to speak. She felt more like a neglected, abused pet than a slave.
After an hour or so, the door opened and her new owner came back to her cell. "Aw, Chinky... You've made a mess of yourself..." He said in a mockingly concerned tone, despite the fact he was smiling. He obviously took some kind of sick pleasure in seeing her in this pathetic state.
She waited until he used his remote control to deactivate the collar around her neck so she could speak without receiving an electric shock. "Please, White Master, I am so thirsty. Can I have some water?" She begged. Careful to refer to him as 'White Master' to avoid a painful shock.
"Wow, Chinky. I am impressed you learned something from our last encounter. Turns out I can teach an old bitch new tricks." He laughed at his own joke. "As I said before, the sink, toilet, and cot are for useful gook fucktoys. Are you ready to be useful, Chinky?" He asked her.
"Wh-What would I have to do, White Master?" She asked, scared to hear the answer.
"Anything and everything I command, obviously." He answered. "You exist to satisfy my every need. Especially sexually." Yuyi knew she could not be used like the asian girl named "Rice Monkey" she heard him fuck before. She had dignity, after all.
"Please, White Master, I am not a sex slave. I am sure there is something else I can do for you. I am smart, I can learn." She begged. Hoping to find a way out of her increasingly dire situation.
At this he erupted into laughter. "You? Do something for me? Other than fuck?" He laughed even more. "Chinky, you are set of tight yellow fuck-holes. Nothing more. The quicker you understand that, the happier you will be. But I can see you need more time to accept that."
With that, he turned her collar on and left her there. Thirsty. Starving. And sitting in her own urine.
He went down the hallway, and as if to prove that he didn't need her because he had plenty of oriental slaves, stopped at a cell off to her right. He opened it and said "Get your ass out here, Yin." "Yes, White Master"
"Yin?" Yuyi thought to herself. "Why does she get a normal Chinese name?"
Then she heard him open the cell right next to hers. "Hey Yang, ready to play with Yin?" "Of course, White Master" came the dutiful response.
