Disclaimer: The following story contains themes related WMAF raceplay and slavery. If this offends you, do not read on. All content below is a fantasy.
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I spent the whole ride out to the mountain estate reading and re-reading the letter. Pouring over the descriptions of each woman. I told myself that, if they existed, they were victims of my grandfather's crimes and I would call the police and have them rescued. But deep down, I missed the submissive Chinese women I met in the Peace Corp.
I remembered how every village I went to, I would catch all the young women stealing looks at the new "Laowai", the foreigner. When I first arrived, I would try to ask girls out directly. They would always say no, even though I could see in their eyes that they wanted me. Then I learned from another American that they couldn't say yes in public. That would cause them to 'lose face'. So I began to ask them to accompany me to a private place using any innocent excuse they could accept. Once in private, almost all Asian women would let you have your way with them. Young. Old. Married. Single. It really didn't matter.
But that is beside the point. Those women in China consented to having sex with a white foreigner. These women in my grandfather's harem... They were there against their will. I couldn't force a woman to be with me. I'm not a monster, even if I apparently am the descendant of one.
As we approached my new home, I was reminded that what it lacked in location it more than made up for in beauty. The home designed by my grandfather was majestic. Built into the side of a mountain overlooking the whole valley. It's visual appeal almost hid the dark truth. One that I was beginning to accept was lurking behind it, deep inside the mountain.
The driver asked if I wanted him to wait, but I told him no. I needed to be alone while I found out the truth. Plus, my grandfather must have a few nice cars parked in the garage. And now those were mine according to the lawyer, so I could still drive one back to Bozeman. After paying him and tipping more than usual (As a newly minted multimillionaire, not to mention slave owner, I felt obliged to tip well now), I headed toward my new estate.
Entering the house with the key given to me by the lawyer, I made my way straight to the study in the basement. I had been here before, albeit years earlier. So no need to explore the main parts of the house, there would be time for that later. In the study, the entire wall on the side against the mountain was covered in a wooden bookshelf. Just as Grandpa described in the letter. As I approached it, I almost hoped I wouldn't find the switch hidden behind the book described in the letter, 'The Art of War' by Sun Tzu.
As I pulled the book out revealing the switch behind it, my heart skipped a beat. I was devastated that everything in the letter could be true. That my grandfather was a monster who kept women as property. But I was also excited. I felt like an explorer discovering a forbidden treasure. A secret passage. After hesitating a moment, I flipped the switch. There was a click, and one section of the bookshelf slid forward, leaving enough space for one person to slide through on either side.
Entering the tunnel, I noticed it was lit by dim LED lights overhead. The tunnel was made of concrete, and was almost a perfect cylinder (save for the floor which was made of marble tile). As I walked in, I flipped the switch on the other side of the bookcase which closed the contraption hiding my grandfather's secret. The last thing I wanted was an angry family member showing up and find me in a bunker with a bunch of Asian sex slaves. Not sure how I would talk my way out of that one...
The next obstacle was the door to the harem, located about 50 feet into the mountain. The door was like a vault. Only it wasn't hiding my grandfather's treasure or money. It was hiding his most precious 'possessions'. The combination worked and after rotating the bars I the door swung open, revealing a second door. My grandfather made clear in the letter that this second door was a fail-safe. I needed to close the vault behind be so that if the slaves (I mean... women) ever tried to escape, they would only make it through the one door.
I took a deep breath before entering the code into the keypad of the second door. This was the moment of truth. I was still telling myself that I was here to rescue 5 innocent women who had been abused for years by my grandfather. But I also wasn't sure what I would find on the other side. I entered the combination from the letter, and pushed open the second door.
What I saw was not as shocking as I imagined. All I saw was a long hallway with doors on either side and a more ornate door at the end of the hall. No chains. No whips. No Screaming. It didn't seem like a horrible place where a racist old man kept human beings as pets. It looked more like a brand new hospital wing.
I noticed right inside the hallway there was a control panel. There were a series of six video monitors each showing a room. In 5 of the rooms, I could see my grandfather's slaves. Each one completely naked. All resting in one part of the room or another. The video quality wasn't great, but I could tell they were all in great shape.
Seeing them all naked on the screen, I couldn't help but get aroused. I knew I should be horrified. Human beings were being kept in cells for the sexual gratification of a man. And now that man is me. However, as my dick started to harden, I tried to remind myself that I was here to free these women. But as I continued watching them, I found the idea of giving up an opportunity like this harder to imagine. Would I regret this?
Another thing I noticed, was that under each monitor, there was a switch. Labelled "Locked" on the right and "Unlocked" on the left. All 6 rooms were flipped to "Unlocked." That is strange. Why would he leave their cells unlocked? I decided start by to check on the food as my grandfather had instructed.
Approaching the first door on the left, which was labeled "Kitchen", I opened the door. Finding that the containers for rice, beans, noodles, and dehydrated veggies were almost empty, I decided to focus first on that. I brought in food I had purchased and refilled the bins. Knowing at least that Stella would be able to keep them fed another day put my mind at ease. That was doing a good thing wasn't it? 'Yah, you are a complete saint...' I criticized myself.
Feeling overwhelmed by the whole situation, I headed out of the Harem and back into the house. Luckily, Grandpa seemed to enjoy his liquor almost as much as he enjoyed his Asian pets downstairs. I poured myself a vodka soda and sat down on the deck outside to enjoy the view and get some fresh air. I needed time to process that this was actually happening.
It was all so real now. I was sitting in my new mansion, and there were 5 Asian slaves trained by my grandfather to be his personal fuck machines. What do I do now? Call the police? I could only imagine the hours of paperwork and interrogations that would happen. And what if the police thought my grandfather left me the house because I was in on it. Could I be charged as an accessory to the crime? I took another deep swig of my drink.
