Chinese extremes
by 2NN
Chapter 1
Phil had been looking forward to the competition for weeks and
now that it was over, he felt slightly disappointed. Not that he really
had anything to be disappointed about. He had advanced to the third
round in the Karate tournament where he had met an admittedly better
opponent. So it wasn't that he was disappointed about his result (or at
least he knew he shouldn't be), but considering the time it had taken
him to prepare for the event, it was over all too soon. Now all that was
left in the tournament for Phil to do was to watch the final rounds from
the sidelines. The rest of the team was also out of the competition, so
there was a large group of Americans watching the tournament wishing
they had advanced a little further.
Phil Green was a part-time Karate instructor. He owned a small business
and as it is with such things, it took up a lot of his time. So when
there was a planned lull in business and the chance arose to go China to
compete in Karate, Phil had grabbed that chance. It had been a long time
since his last vacation and going head to head with the kind of
competition he was likely to meet in China was a challenge he simply
couldn't pass up.
Watching the final fights proved very interesting, but soon that too was
over and it was time for the group to go home. But not for Phil. Phil
had decided that now that he was here it would be a shame not to do a
bit of sightseeing. The tournament had been held in one of the shiny new
arenas made for the upcoming Olympics in Beijing and had in itself been
a sight to see, but Beijing had so much more to offer. There were trips
to the Great Wall, the Forbidden City and all the temples.
It was on the grounds of the Temple of Heaven that Phil met The General.
The Temple of Heaven was a huge complex consisting of exclusively
circular buildings, the circle being the symbol of Heaven. Phil was
standing on the causeway leading south from the main temple when a man
came up to him and spoke: "Mr. Green isn't it?" the man asked in a deep
and cultured voice with a slight trace of British accent. Phil turned to
see who was addressing him. It was a Chinese man who was not quite as
tall as Phil, but still of respectable height. He was in his fifties and
quite handsome, with a charming smile and he wore an obviously expensive
suit. Standing unobtrusively in the background were four men Phil
realized were probably bodyguards.
The man actually looked vaguely familiar, but Phil couldn't quite place
him. "I'm sorry," Phil said questioningly, "but I'm not sure we have
met." The man smiled disarmingly and said: "No Mr. Green, we haven't met
formally, but I watched all of your matches a few days ago." Suddenly
Phil was able to place the man. He had been sitting in the best seats in
the house; wearing expensive clothes like you wore a uniform and
watching the fights with great interest. He had had a large group of
people with him: his bodyguards, a bunch of cronies and an extremely
beautiful woman sitting right behind him. Phil remembered the woman. She
had been a Caucasian with snow-white hair and almost translucent skin.
She had been dressed in a stunning silk dress that clung to her every
fabulous curve. Everybody ogled her, men as well as women. People could
hardly tear their gaze away from her, yet she never seemed to notice.
Her attention seemed focused exclusively on the man who now stood
talking to Phil. She had sat on the row right behind him, her back
straight, her legs together and her hands clasped demurely in her lap,
her posture somehow submissive.
That woman was simultaneously the reason Phil remembered the man and the
reason he couldn't quite place him. He suddenly remembered someone
telling him that the man was a former general, who was now some kind of
super-influential powerbroker. Now that Phil did notice him, he saw that
The General was a quite handsome man. Phil had for years harbored a
special kind of homosexual fantasies, fantasies of being dominated by
the right man, fantasies of being forced to be feminine and forced to
serve sexually as a woman. He had never acted any of these fantasies
out, had indeed never had a homosexual relationship, but from time to
time he found himself looking at other men and finding them very
attractive, usually men who radiated power and control. And this man
certainly did that. He had spoken only two sentences, yet Phil knew that
he was a man used to getting what he wanted. Briefly the thought of
being fucked and dominated by this man popped into Phil's mind, only to
be banished as all such thoughts were.
Phil found his voice and replied: "Oh, sure you are the gentleman
sitting in best seats in the house." The General laughed politely at
this and said: "I'm a man used to getting the best in life, used to
getting my way. I'm General Wang. Pleased to meet you Mr. Green."
"Pleased to meet you general," Phil replied, "What can I do for you?"
The General clearly wasn't a man to waste time and he got straight to
the point: "I am myself a black belt in Karate, and seeing you just now
I got a splendid idea. How about a match Mr. Green? I have extensive
facilities at my disposal and after our little fight I would be honored
if you would join me for dinner. I am sure that I could show you parts
of town you will never see as a tourist. So how about it?" Phil was a
little uncomfortable with the whole thing. It was a little too sudden,
but on the other hand he couldn't see what he had to loose by it. It
might be quite fun. The General took his indecision as acceptance:
"Excellent. Give my man here the name of your hotel and I'll have you
picked up tomorrow. Shall we say ten o'clock? Good. I'll see you
tomorrow." Before Phil had time to do anything but nod in a slightly
shell-shocked manner, The General turned on his heel and left. A smaller
Chinese man approached Phil and asked for the name and location of his
hotel. Phil gave it without question; such had been the impact of The
General. He hadn't been joking when he said he was used to getting his
way. As Phil saw them leave, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.
An extra fight would be good and so would seeing the town with a local,
but what really excited Phil was The General. He felt a definite
attraction there. Not for the last time that day images of him being
fucked by The General while wearing something feminine rose unbidden in
his mind.
So it was with more than the usual pre-fight nerves that Phil stood in
front of the hotel the next morning a couple of minutes to ten. At ten
sharp a very large, black Mercedes limousine pulled up to the curb right
next to him and a chauffeur jumped out to let him in, clearly knowing
who he was.
The drive was not long, ending on the outskirts of the diplomatic
neighborhood at an exclusive and very forbidding complex. The streets
were quiet, tree-lined and pleasant looking. But the complex itself was
more like a very well guarded army base. It had wall at least twenty
feet high, topped with barbed wire and broken glass. Access was through
a huge iron gate, guarded by four heavily armed guards. Behind the walls
was a garden and at the back lay a huge mansion. The Mercedes pulled up
to the house and before Phil could even reach for the door; it was
opened by an uniformed butler of some kind. The butler led Phil inside,
showing him the locker room and explaining that The General would be
with him shortly.
Just as Phil had finished undressing, The General showed up in the
locker room. For Phil it was awkward moment as they said hello, Phil
completely naked and The General dressed in a very elegant suit. Not
that The General seemed to mind. As they let go of each other's hands,
The General let his eyes wander over Phil's naked body, clearly enjoying
the sight. It made Phil blush and he turned to hide the erection he
could feel coming on. He told himself to forget it, that he was here for
a friendly fight and nothing else.
That was the line The General clearly took as they went in to the next
room, to the most exclusive private fighting arena he had ever seen.
Everything in the room spelled wealth and taste. The room was lit by
soft indirect sunlight and he and The General had the room to
themselves.
After a thorough warm-up, they went at it. It quickly became painfully
clear that Phil was no match for The General. Although he was twenty
years younger than Phil, he was faster, stronger and had superior
technique. As he tried parrying the blows and failed miserably, Phil
thought that The General was easily better than the winner of the
tournament he had just fought and lost in. He was easily the best
fighter Phil had ever met and he began wondering why he had wanted to
fight Phil, when it was so painfully clear that Phil was no match for
him.
Still, The General insisted they go on fighting and soon Phil was
sweating profusely as he tried resisting The General. It was no use. The
fighting ended when The General drove Phil all the way over to a
cupboard along the far wall and scored such a hit that it drove Phil to
his knees, his wind knocked out of him. They had agreed to only mark the
scoring blows, so Phil was surprised when The General kicked him without
pulling the punch. As Phil raised his hand to indicate that he gave up,
The General moved in quickly and pulled the top of Phil's gi down over
his arms, pinning them to his body. Then he grabbed Phil's short, blonde
hair, pulled his head back and kissed Phil deeply. He held Phil tightly
and explored Phil's mouth in a way it had never been explored before.
Phil tried to fight it, tried to object, but The General was too strong,
Phil was too weak and besides, wasn't this what he had wanted all along?
When The General pulled back, he grabbed Phil by the throat and spat
down in his upturned face: "You are just a slave slut waiting to be
taken, aren't you? A weak and perverted round-eye, just longing to be
taken." Things were moving way too fast and Phi started to object, but
The General cut him off with a vicious blow to the solar plexus. All air
and strength went out of Phil and he fell to the ground, fighting for
air. The General certainly didn't waste any time. He removed the top of
Phil's gi, gathered Phil's arms behind him and got something from the
nearby cupboard. It turned out to be two pairs of handcuffs, one for
Phil's elbows and one for his wrists.
By now Phil had regained some of his strength and started to object,
trying to tell The General that he had gotten the wrong impression and
that they should just stop now. The General laughed derisively: "I have
the wrong impression, have I now?" he snorted, "You were just begging to
be taken. I am in fact giving you what you have always wanted. I will
give you much, much more than you want later, but for now I'm just
fulfilling your fantasy." Before Phil could object further, he formed a
noose out of Phil's belt and looped it around his throat and pulled it
so tight Phil could only breathe in a thin wheeze. Then The General
removed the rest of Phil's clothing: his pants, his jockstrap and the
cup protecting his genitals. His hands lingered, stroking the inside of
Phil's thighs with surprising gentleness, letting his fingers linger on
Phil's cock. Still holding Phil's cock, The General leaned in and kissed
Phil again. With his hands bound behind his back and his breath almost
cut off, Phil couldn't fight it, but in truth it was doubtful if he
would have fought The General even if he had been able. Instead he
responded to the kiss as he felt himself get rock-hard in The General's
gifted hands.
Phil moaned as The General pulled away. Then he flipped Phil over so
that his face and knees rested on the floor, his ass pointing invitingly
upwards. The General controlled Phil with the belt around his throat as
he spread Phil's legs and buttocks, lubed up his ass and entered him
from behind. Phil had never had anything up his ass and at first he
fought him, trying to clamp his ass tightly together as his hands
scratched ineffectually against The General's abdomen. This stopped when
The General gave a vicious warning tug on the belt, cutting his breath
off altogether. Only when Phil stopped resisting, did he loosen the
noose and Phil took a deep grateful breath as he let The General have
his way with him.
No matter how hard he tried denying it, it was a fantastic fuck. The
General's cock was very large and filled Phil up in a way that was both
very painful and very pleasurable. In fact it was better than he had
dreamed of. As he found the rhythm, The General reached around and
grabbed Phil's painfully erect cock and began manipulating it. His touch
alone made Phil moan loudly with passion and after a few minutes he was
screaming like a bitch in heat, telling The General to fuck him harder,
to fuck him senseless. That was exactly what The General did and long
before The General came, Phil had the most glorious orgasm of his life,
screaming as his cock pumped out an amazing amount of cum. In fact Phil
managed to get rock hard again before The General came, so he actually
sighed longingly as The General withdrew from his ass. Once he was out,
The General pushed Phil onto his side saying: "What a slut." Phil
cringed with shame as he felt The General's cum leaking out of his
battered ass, running over his buttocks and onto the floor.
The General left Phil on the floor and went to the cupboard to get some
things. It was only a minute or so before he knelt down next to Phil's
face, grabbed Phil by the hair and forced him to look into his face:
"Now listen to me, you useless Western wannabe-slut. I have decided that
you are going to be one of my sissy-slaves." Phil started at this, but
said nothing. How could he know about his deepest darkest fantasies? The
General smiled at the Phil's start, but simply continued: "Life as you
have known it so far is over for you. You are now going to disappear
without a trace. Oh, the police will find a body and they will declare
it to be yours and that you died in an accident, but you will live the
rest of your life as property. My property." This was way too much and
Phil objected: "No! You can't do...AHHHHH!" He finished in a scream as
The General took a small cattle prod-like stick and shocked Phil's
genitals. The pain was unbelievable and it filled his universe as The
General leaned in close and said: "You will never again tell me what I
can and cannot do, understand?" To make sure that Phil understood, he
lifted the cattle prod again and Phil babbled panicky little sounds
indicating that he would obey. "Good," The General said, "From now on
you will call me Master always. I am your owner and you are my property.
In time you may become a pretty sissy-slave, but for now you are just a
filthy little faggot."
With that he started putting the items he had fetched to use. First he
put Phil's feet in a pair of shiny, black Oxfords with pencil thin,
six-inch metal stilettos. They were very stiff and had very pointed toes
and they hurt his feet badly even as he lay down. Next Master sealed
Phil's hands inside black, rubber mittens that turned his hands into
useless cone-like shapes. Then came a broad black collar around his
throat and finally Master inserted a huge ring-gag in Phil's mouth. He
really had to work to squeeze it in, but once in place it wrenched
Phil's jaws apart almost to the point of dislocating them. The General,
whom Phil would call Master for the rest of his life, then helped him
stand. He took a thin leather cord and tied it painfully around Phil's
scrotum and used it as a leash as he led Phil from the room. The pain in
his feet was terrible and he stumbled along in the unfamiliar footwear,
but he had no choice but to follow. Master made sure he kept up with
little tugs on the leash, sending waves of pain up through Phil's
tightly tied genitals.
Master led Phil into the locker room where he tied his leash to a
radiator as he showered. Phil had no choice but to stand and wait, his
feet killing him, as Master took a long shower. When Master came out of
the shower Phil was drooling down his own chest, something that made him
look down in shame as Master laughed at it. Phil watched helplessly as
Master dressed, occasionally pausing to slap or fondle Phil's ass.
Embarrassingly both turned Phil on.
After dressing Master led Phil back into the private arena. He picked up
a bamboo stick and turned to Phil: "Now slut, it is time you learned to
walk properly in those heels. All my feminine slaves wear stilettos all
the time and I simply can't stand sluts without an elegant walk. So get
started, useless, round-eyed whore!" With that Phil started the first of
many painful lessons in how best to please The General. The General
demanded perfection in all movements, that Phil move his legs smoothly
and elegantly and that he put his feet down gracefully in front of each
other, while ensuring that his ass swayed enticingly. Phil had
fantasized about wearing heels, but never actually done so and learning
proved painful. Very painful.
They went on for hours and every little mistake was punished. Phil's
whole body was soon covered with burning red welts as the merciless
bamboo stick found his sensitive skin again and again. After an hour
Phil actually started crying from pain and fear, further humiliating
him. Every now and then The General would force him to his knees and
either fuck his ass or make Phil blow him. Whenever The General took
Phil from behind, pounding his massive cock up Phil's tender but
receptive ass, he made sure to reach around and give Phil an expert
handjob. In spite of the pain and humiliation, or perhaps because of it,
the intensity of his orgasms made his mind go almost blank. Evening came
and the training continued without pause, Phil began to feel a need to
please The General, to do precisely as he said. Avoiding punishment was
a big part of it, but the orgasms were beginning to condition Phil to
lust even more after The General than he had before.
As darkness fell Phil was completely exhausted. His walk had now
attained many of the feminine and enticing qualities demanded of The
General, but he wasn't quite there yet. Disgusted with his slave's
inadequate performance, Master tied a leash around Phil's genitals and
yanked viscously on it as he led him out of the private fighting arena.
Phil followed as best he could, his ass already swaying nicely and his
feet moving much more gracefully than before. He had long since stopped
trying to break free of the handcuffs and his arms simply hung limply
down his back. One thing that wasn't limp, however, was his cock. It
stood at full mast, throbbing and hard, just waiting for its Master's
attention. Phil tried willing it to get down, but the mere thought of
Master was already enough to insure an erection.
Master led Phil into the kitchen. It was huge and in effect a restaurant
kitchen. Master approached the chef, a man in a very white uniform, gave
him the leash to Phil's genitals and some orders Phil didn't understand.
Then he left Phil with the chef. The man certainly didn't waste any
time. He turned Phil around, threw his upper body across a table and
fucked him from behind. He wasn't nearly as large as Master and he
certainly didn't give Phil a reach-around, but Phil was still shocked at
how much he liked being fucked. It was disturbing. Just this morning he
had never had anything up his ass and now he was practically begging to
get fucked.
After fucking him the chef pushed Phil to the floor, forcing him to
kneel in a corner. Then he put two bowls in front of him: one with water
and another with a disgusting smelling soup. Although Phil didn't
understand a word the man said, it was quite clear that he had better
finish both bowls. Eating, or rather drinking, proved quite hard since
the ring-gag made it impossible to close his mouth or even purse his
lips. He had to suck up the liquid with his mouth wide open, which could
only be done with great effort and difficulty. When he had finally
finished both bowls, a lot of their contents had been spilled on the
floor. The chef didn't take kindly to this. Again he threw Phil across
the table, his ass pointing up, and spanked his ass long and hard with
some kind of wooden spoon. It was surprisingly painful, especially since
his ass was already raw from the bamboo stick Master had used. Of course
the chef finished by once again fucking the sobbing slave before letting
him drop to the floor and shoving him into a corner.
Phil was left in the corner while the chef prepared The General's
evening meal. After serving it, his attention returned to Phil. He
started by pulling him to his feet and marching across the kitchen to a
small area with a comfortable char in it. The chef pulled down his
pants, sat down and pointed his cock upwards. Then he motioned Phil over
to stand between his legs, his back to the chef. The man then grabbed
Phil by the hips and made him sit down on his cock, being very careful
to guide it in properly. When Phil tried getting a wide stance, the man
slapped his ass hard. He clearly wanted Phil to keep his legs together.
Sliding down on the man's cock was nice and when he was in to the hilt,
the chef made Phil begin a gentle bouncing movement, up and down while
he held Phil's hips so he didn't fall off to either side. Once again he
was surprised at how much he liked getting fucked like this. This time,
however, the chef was far more considerate and as they both found the
rhythm he reached around and began stroking Phil's cock. Phil actually
squealed with delight, a sound so embarrassing that he instantly
blushed, but it didn't stop him from getting even more excited or from
emitting a new squeal only a minute later, this time so lost in the
feeling that he didn't even notice. Soon thereafter he came in yet
another massive orgasm and his writhing made the chef cum too.
After cuming the chef sat Phil down gently on the floor between his
legs, where Phil with only slight encouragement licked his cock clean
with a dreamy look of satisfaction on his face. Things were moving way
to fast for him and he was overwhelmed, unable to think clearly, to
object as he deep down knew he should. The sensation of being fucked and
the feeling of being owned were far better than he had ever suspected,
better and wilder than he had even dreamed of.
After a while the chef's cock got hard and this time Phil blew him
without the slightest bit of encouragement. When Master came to get Phil
after his dinner, he and the chef shared some remarks in Chinese, ending
in a bout of derisive laughter, clearly aimed at Phil. He blushed and
looked down in shame, but didn't even think to object. The strong and
independent Karate instructor of less than twelve hours ago had all but
vanished and was rapidly being replaced by a submissive slut.
The General led his new slave into his bedroom and Phil actually found
his heart pounding with expectation as he thought of the possibility of
sleeping with Master. As Master entered the bedroom a stunningly
beautiful Caucasian woman greeted them, the same woman who had sat just
behind Master at the Karate tournament. Her skin was snow white and her
hair was blonde. Her lips were full and red and she was dressed in a
black silk dress with a high neck and short sleeves. The dress was very
short, ending just below her buttocks and on her feet were black
seven-inch stilettos. Her waist was so slender that she had to wear a
very constricting corset. She had been standing at attention, her face
demurely down, just waiting for Master right inside the door. She
promptly scampered over to him, dropped to her knees and lowered her
face to kiss his shoe as she whispered something Chinese in a voice
filled with pure adoration and love. After kissing his feet her head
remained bowed and Master let her stay like that as he led Phil to the
foot of the bed. Here he made Phil kneel and loosely looped his leash
around the bedpost. Taking no notice of the beautiful woman who remained
kneeling with her head bowed, Master went into his private bathroom to
prepare for the night. Master took his time in the bathroom, but the
woman didn't move a muscle while he was away. She mesmerized Phil and he
in turn remained completely still.
When Master returned he came over to stand towering over Phil and
without looking at the woman he barked some orders in Chinese at her. He
continued: "I will now let you see what you are to become. It will
require a lot of effort on your part and rest assured that the slightest
misstep or even a hint of lacking effort on your part will result in
most painful punishment, but in the end you will be like Xue here."
In the meantime Xue had undressed and now came to stand beside Master.
Undressed she was even more beautiful. Her perfect breasts, large but
not vulgarly so, had small aureoles and long, thick nipples, which were
now very erect. She still wore her shoes and around her waist, as Phil
had guessed, was a brutal corset. She wasn't a woman though. Xue was a
shemale. Between her legs hung a cock imprisoned in a tiny chastity
tube, preventing her from getting hard. Not for want of trying though.
Her cock was visibly straining against its prison and from its tip hung
a drop of pre-cum.
Phil could hardly take his gaze away from her crotch. Of all his dirty,
little sexual fantasies, being transformed forcibly into a shemale was
the one that excited him most. Before he could think any further Master
spoke: "I am going to turn you into a super-feminine sissy and I will
use any means possible. It will be painful, but since you will be the
one experiencing the pain it is of no matter."
Master left Phil sitting gaping at Xue and the outline of his future as
given to him. He went to lie down on the bed, leaving Xue standing in
the same spot since she had not been given an order to move. At that
moment a question just popped out of Phil's mouth aimed at Xue, although
it was garbled by his gag it was clear enough: "What is it like being
such a beautiful sissy-slave?" Xue's eyes registered no comprehension at
all and behind them Master chuckled: "Xue is an American by birth like
yourself, but she doesn't know that anymore. Her training was so brutal
and comprehensive that she now remembers nothing about where she came
from. Indeed she doesn't even speak English anymore. She now only
understands Chinese. Now shut up and let me get some sleep." The Master
said something in Chinese and Xue scampered to him with a smile on her
face radiating pure love.
The night was extremely frustrating for Phil. Not only was he cold and
uncomfortable bound and gagged as he was, but he was also very horny.
Listening to Xue pleasing Master didn't make it better, but at least her
chastity device was not removed and she was not allowed to cum. In the
end as the noise died down, Phil was able to get a few hours of fretful
sleep on the cold floor.
