The Wardens Toy Pt 01

A Vietnamese girl is summoned by the internment camp warden.

Disclaimers: I do not endorse any of the racist views that characters espouse in this story. This story is a fantasy and is intended to be harmless fun.

Hello! Some of you may recognize this as it was the first part of my first ever story from over two years ago. I liked a lot of the ideas, so those remained about the same, but the writing was less than great, and far from what I am capable of now (at least I think so). That being said, I am back to post this story once more with many editorial improvements. I plan to repost the edited second part soon, and then a third part that I did not fully complete until recently. A fourth part will also come, but I have yet to write any of that as of now. Anyway, enjoy the story and I urge you to provide me with any kind of feedback!

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My name is Mia, and it has been a few months since I was brought here, but I'm not exactly sure how many. They took away most of our property, like our phones, and placed each family into small shelters inside the gated off internment camp. As part of a policy that was similar to and more comprehensive than Executive Order 9066, the U.S. government enacted a policy to round up anyone of Asian descent--immigrant and native-born alike.

My father, mother, and I were just one family among many hundreds inside this particular camp. I've overheard that this is one of the smallest at around five thousand people, but it is still massive. Despite its size, you always felt that you lived under the shadow of the warden. A former military general, Warden James Adams is an imposing man in his late 30s who is as decorated as he is despicable.

Adams is a man who loved to dominate those he deemed inferior. Men in the camp work hard in the coal mines to meet the warden's harsh workload expectations. Women are verbally and physically harassed on his frequent walks around the camp. He constantly refers to his prisoners with various slurs, but his favorite was "gook".

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"You, come with me." The guard spoke in a firm, dull tone.

It was about noon when he came. Only my mother and I were in our designated quarters at the time while my father worked in the mines. My mom started to stand up as well, but she was quickly ordered to sit down. We glanced at one another with the same concerned look on our faces.

"I'll be back soon." I said to my mother as we embraced before my departure.

"Let's get a move on!" One guard grabbed me roughly by the arm and jerked me away to end our hug. We walked rather quickly, and the guard maintained a firm grip on my arm to ensure I kept up. I knew any complaint about how abrasive he was would be useless.

We entered into a large, gray building and up two flights of stairs. After a long hallway on the second floor, I noticed a golden plaque on the door at the end that read WARDEN. My eyes went wide in fear once I read the plaque, and I was so stunned that I received a shove through the door by the guard to get me in the room.

My eyes wandered the walls as I observed all the photographs, awards, and medals. What especially stood out was the mounted head of a buck. I looked forward and saw a figure who sat at a desk in a leather chair turned towards the windows. The long window brightened the room with plentiful sunlight, and also allowed for much of the camp to be observed.

"Hello, young Mia." The warden commanded such authority that fearful chills down my spine once I simply heard my name come from his mouth.

I stood without any movement from the spot I landed on when I was shoved into the room. He turned to face me with an amused look on his face, and undoubtedly sensed my fear. I was a random twenty-three year old, what could he possibly know my name for?

"It's very rude not to return a greeting, young lady." He got up from his seat and walked in front of his desk to face me. His sleek black suit and red tie gave a respectable façade to such a loathsome man.

"Especially when I brought you here so we could have a nice talk between the two of us. I suppose your parents never taught you manners." He walked over to me as he spoke. I felt like prey stalked by a hunter, doomed to its fate like the buck on the wall.

"I-I..." He grabbed me by the chin with his right hand and pointed my face up to look him dead in his cold eyes. He towered above my 5'3" frame. He was at least 6'.

"You what?" His smile was all the more intimidating up close. "I bet you're wondering why you're standing in the warden's office, Mia. Isn't that right?"

I nodded my head and cleared my throat before I spoke up, "Yes, Sir." I was as quiet as a mouse.

"Sir? Maybe you are a good girl after all..." He put his lips next to my ear and spoke in a low voice like a snake's hiss.

"I've had my eyes on you for quite some time, Mia. I've been looking for a new gook toy to have my fun with, and you perfectly fit the bill."

I immediately got flustered and red in the face out of embarrassment. My mouth was agape, but I was unable to speak any words.

He moved his lips away from my ear, kept my chin in his grip, and spoke more, "Usually I would use a gook like you one time and be done with it, but I have something different in mind for you."

"I want to make you my plaything. You'll be my servant and my fuck toy."

I stood there shocked, and tried to form a response, "I-I don't kno-"

He put his left index finger over my lips, and interrupted me, "After all, your family does owe me for the kindness of providing your father with his heart medication..." The way he lingered on this point made it clear that the supposed "offer" to become the warden's servant left no room for me to decline. The camp was cruel, but at the very least they supplied my father's heart medication. Not that they did this out of the kindness of their hearts, but because they just wanted to maintain the workforce. Now this man was depraved enough to threaten me with my father's life.

"You'll be the most special gook in the camp and by my side all day. So? What do you say, little doll?"

I was as red as a rose, though I felt like I would wilt to the floor in panic if I wasn't being gripped by the chin. I couldn't imagine the horrors that would be in store for me as I would essentially submit to become the warden's property. However, what overrode the fear for my safety is what would happen to my father without the medicine he continually needed.

I was unable to bear to look him in the eyes, so I shut them when I responded to the proposition, "Yes..." I tepidly squeaked out my answer.

"Look me in the eyes and address me properly when you speak to me, you untrained pet." His voice was firm and his smile turned into a serious look. He was less playful and more authoritative at this moment.

I opened my eyes and spoke as loud as I could manage my trembling voice, "Y-yes, Sir!"

He smiled once more, "Good girl. You will address me as 'Master,' 'Sir,' and I especially like 'Mr. Adams,' and 'Master Adams.' Am I clear, Mia?"

He took his hand off my chin and stroked my long, dark brown hair like one would to a dog.

"Yes, Master Adams, I understand." I looked in his eyes and nodded obediently, unable to shake the dread I was feeling inside me.

His stubbled face leaned in and kissed me on the lips. "Excellent. Now, I have some fun news. I have an outfit for you to put on instead of those horrible camp clothes."

The warden walked away from me and towards his desk. He returned to me with a briefcase and put it in my hands before he gave me instructions, "Go get changed outside the door. I want to wait before I see you completely naked." Once again, he sat down in the leather chair behind the large solid wood desk.

I turned around and made my way out the door with the briefcase in my hands. With nowhere to hide, I was forced to strip off my gray shirt and pants in the open. Luckily there was no one around to catch me when I stripped off my gray bra and panties.

I dreaded to think of what this outfit could be, but when I considered I've already gotten naked, I wasn't just going to stand around and take guesses. I opened the briefcase and first saw a pair of closed-toe black heels on top of some white and black clothing. Under the heels are a pair of white, thigh-high stockings with a small black bow on the front of each. To match these stockings were white lace panties that also had a black bow on the front of them. I suspected what he planned for me to wear would surely be degrading, but I could hardly continue to look through the briefcase. I removed them from the pile, took what was the final piece of the clothing in my hands, and saw the black and white colors unfurl into a French maid outfit.

I once again got flustered when I heard his voice from the room, "Miaaaa! I don't like to be made to wait!"

"I'm coming, Mr. Adams!" His notice served as the motivation for me to get dressed.

I take a deep breath and step into the white lace panties, and then the stockings. I looked under the dress and couldn't find a bra. With no time to waste, I slip on the maid dress and immediately notice how much it accentuates my D cup breasts. I've always been modest about my sizable chest, but this outfit certainly doesn't give me that option. After I tried to tug the skirt down some past my panties, the shortness of it became apparent. The only slight relief to be found was that the four-inch heels weren't too harsh on my feet.

Fully dressed, I took another big breath and entered the warden's office once again. I was doe-eyed with my hands crossed in front of me by my waistline. I felt so vulnerable as i stood dressed up like a doll for Mr. Adams. He smiled such a big and devilish smile that I felt like he just got me to bite the forbidden apple to accept this submissive position under him.

He hardly wasted any time and walked over to me. He proceeded to circle around me like a predator. Perhaps a python, because I was unable to breath for a few moments in anticipation of what he may do or say.

"I figured a French maid outfit would be a good fit since the French were to last to civilize your people." He eyed me up and down hungrily. "In fact, you are probably following in an ancestor's footsteps. Standing here dressed in a French maid outfit and living to graciously serve a white man."

I couldn't bear to look him in the face as he rained down these remarks on me. My visible unease was a clear sign to him that what he said had its intended humiliating effect. He was encouraged by his success.

He dug into his pants and pulled out his wallet, "I think I'll be rewarding you for your obedience, Mia." Mr. Adams then purposefully dropped his wallet on the floor between us. "Oh no, Mia, would you mind bending over and grabbing that for me?" He said with such a sinister look on his face, he made no attempt to feign that it was a mistake. It couldn't have been more obvious what I was set up for, but what choice did I have?

I bent over to grab his wallet and knew my panty-clad butt was fully visible to him. Without any hesitation, he got behind me and placed his hands on my waist and pushed his crotch against my butt. I couldn't help but jolt a little when I felt the erection press against my cheeks. Even through his pants I could tell his bulge was large.

I knew better than to even consider moving from my bent over position. Instead I grabbed my ankles and braced myself as he grinded his crotch up and down between my cheeks. Master Adams let out low grunts as he rhymically grinded into me. I was nudged forward with each thrust.

"So dainty and innocent. You're just how I like them." He paused his motion. "I think I've kept myself waiting long enough." He bent down next to my ear, because I still knew not to budge from my bent over position. "Go stand in front of my desk with your back turned to me, Mia." Mr. Adams snapped his fingers and pointed forwards to the desk.

I didn't look at his face since he dropped his wallet and it remained that way as I stepped one foot at a time towards his desk.

Mr. Adams then came up from behind me and whispered right into my ear, "I'm going to abuse this snatch like you never thought possible, little gook" He then shoved me forward onto the desk. I have no idea how I managed to stop myself from going face first into the desk as I was stunned by his comment.

He tugged my panties down to my knees, and completely exposed my privacy for him to view. Master took a fistful of my hair and grunted out an order through gritted teeth, "Down!" With the snap of his fingers I quickly sank down onto the desk with my arms flat out in front of me. I trembled at his sudden aggression, and was thrown into a panic.

"P-please go easy, S-Sir..." I was so shaken I couldn't stop myself from stuttering my plea out.

I heard him spit in his hand before I felt his index and middle fingers probe my pussy to get me wet.

"Make sure you get real wet for your white master, gook. You're going to need all the help you can get to handle my girth in this tight pussy."

I've never felt such an emotional flurry as I did at this moment. Fear, humiliation, helplessness, and unwanted pleasure that stemmed from his fingers teasing my pussy. I knew I lacked control over my body at this moment, but I still felt extremely ashamed and degraded.

"There we go, slant. All wet for my thick cock to stuff you. Here I thought you may have cold feet being with a white man. A real man." He taunted me as he continued to rub my clit with his left hand, and finger me with his right hand.

As if I wasn't humiliated enough, he put his fluid-covered fingers in front of my face and commanded me, "Clean up your whore juices." I did as he said to please him so I could maybe get some kind of mercy for what was to come.

After he audibly unzipped his fly, I felt the head of his cock slowly be rubbed up and down my soaked slit. "Beg for me to use you, chinky. It's a privilege to have me take your hole." He growled in my ear while teasing my slit.

Being demeaned with slurs is bad enough, but just as bad was for me to humiliate myself for his enjoyment.

"P-please, can I have your cock, Sir?" I had no idea what to say. I was made to beg for my own violation.

A loud smack filled the room and a sharp sting engulfed my right butt cheek. I yelped out in pain, "Aah!"

"I want to hear how having a white man use you has always been your deepest desire. It's true of all Asian women. Tell me how bad you want to be a cock sheath for such superior stock."

I felt absolutely mortified by his words.

I took a big gulp, my mind raced for things to say that would suffice his twisted demand, "Please, Master Adams, I've craved a white cock to serve for all my life. I can't think of any greater honor than to be a pleasure pet for a strong, smart, and successful white man!"

I didn't need to wait long to find out if this was enough for him, because he immediately pressed the head of his cock against my hole. He forced his way inside of my pussy, forced a yelp and moans past my lips, and even forced me to feel unwanted pleasure.

Master Adams moaned as well, and continued to stuff his cock into me. I could feel every inch go deeper and deeper. He gripped my brown hair with his right hand and yanked on it, and used it to leverage himself deeper into me. I gripped the other side of the desk as hard as I could to not be pulled backwards off of it.

"Ahh! It's too big!" I was unable to help but shriek out those words from the pain and pleasure caused by his cock as it stretched my tight hole.

"That's right...take every inch, my gook pet." Master Adams started to thrust at a moderate pace and grunt as he did so. He spanked my left cheek with his hand and continued to yank on my hair that he wrapped up in his grip. I could feel my butt begin to redden and get sore with each spank.

"Thank me for my cock, you cheap doll! I want to hear you worship me!" He shouted loudly and authoritatively demanded I lower myself further. Mr. Adams thrusted quicker, and his hips loudly slapped against my butt. Also could be heard was the squelching sound that came from my soaked pussy. I was unbelievably wet while Mr. Adams' thick shaft split me like I never experienced before.

I couldn't even think of what to say, but the words were a whimper out of my mouth, "Thank you, thank you, Master! I love being stuffed by your superior white cock!" My legs quivered from the overwhelming sensation brought upon by his thick cock and the way he so meanly and roughly thrusted into my pussy. Master Adams bucked his hips into me from behind so hard that I was shoved forward onto the desk each time he thrusted into me. The intense pleasure temporarily suppressed a lot of the shame and humiliation that I felt.

"Ohh, I'm so close." Mr. Adams moaned out as he continued his movements.

"Ah! Ah!" I whimpered out as my pussy clenched around his cock. I was also close to an orgasm.

Master growled back aggressively, "Cum for me, yellow toy! Show your master how much you love his white cock!"

There was little hesitation after his permission. I couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy as I came, "Oh my god! Oh my god! Ahh!"

I laid exhausted on the desk when I finished my intense orgasm. However, Master Adams was certainly not done with me. He relentlessly pounded my energy-depleted body through and after my orgasm. Soon, he slowed down the pace of his thrusts and began to get very deep into my pussy. Master thrusted once, then twice, and each time I was put onto the tips of my toes. His final thrust was his deepest, and that's when he emptied his warm load into my limp body. My toes lifted off the floor for as long as he came and pushed as far as he could against me. They only came back down to the floor when he exited me. I could feel the fluids that leaked out of me as he removed his cock. I was completely defiled.

I laid on the desk and panted with my tongue out after such an intense experience. Mr. Adams then walked around to the front of me and gave me my first look at his thick shaft. I got wide-eyed at the sight of it, and if it wasn't for the soreness I already felt after I did so, I wouldn't have believed it could fit inside me.

"Lap my cock clean, pet." Master breathed heavily, but was much better off than the state I was left in.

I obediently nodded and licked his cock clean of our combined fluids. Master held the back of my head and softly moaned while I cleaned him up. He put his member back in his pants and fixed himself to once more look professional. He grabbed me by the chin again and spoke, "Where are your manners?"

"Thank you, Mr. Adams." I softly gave him the answer he wanted and shrank submissively in his grasp.

Mr. Adams pecked me on the lips. What would be a sweet gesture in any other circumstance, felt possessive now. He further spoke at the same volume I did, "Pull up your panties, because we have plans today." To add emphasis to what he said, Mr. Adams made sure to give me a sharp spank while he walked away from my face and back behind me. "Eep!" I jolted from the firm smack, and let out a shriek. While my butt was very sore, the top concern in my mind was what more could this man possibly have planned for me.

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The End of Part 1.