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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Yuyi woke up the next morning. Again, she had no way of knowing it was morning. There were no windows in her cell or the harem, and the lights were on all night. She was awoken by the clicking of the other cells as their doors opened automatically. The other women filed down the hallway in an orderly fashion. Ignoring her entirely.
Yuyi, finally free of her chains, walked to the bars of her cell. She tried to observe what she could about the women. 5 women passed her door, walking from the right. The second woman she guessed was 'Rice Monkey' by her facial features. She looked Japanese. Five women to her right. Plus Yin and Yang's cells were to her left. From the amount of time it took White Master to reach her cell from the door at the end of the hallway, there were probably 3 or 4 cells in total to her left. That meant there were probably nine or ten cells in total. She guessed there were ten. A nice round number. But the real question was: where was she? Was this the only hallway? Or were there more women? Ten more? A hundred?
She jumped at the sound of a metallic door opening. That door only opened for one reason: White Master was entering the harem.
White Master stopped in front of her cell. He was carrying a bucket of water. Why would she need water? She had a sink in her cell...
"Approach the cell door, Chinky," he commanded. He still hadn't disactivated her collar, meaning if she talked, or even made a sound, she would receive a painful shock.
He reached out toward her neck with a device, and her collar clicked, and came off. He reached behind his back, and produced a new collar.
"Put this on, Chinky. Gotta make sure you have a full charge."
Yuyi obeyed. Clicking the new collar in place behind her neck.
"Good girl, slut." He teased. Then he picked up the bucket, and unceremoniously drenched Yuyi with the water. It was freezing cold. She shrieked in surprise. Not used to such cold water. Her involuntary shriek cause her new collar, fully charged, to punish her with a sharp electric pain to the side of her neck. The freezing water only serving to amplify the electricity, making it even more painful.
White Master laughed. He clearly used freezing water on purpose. Knowing it would bring about such a response.
"The other slaves are off showering. They get a hot shower every day. You still need to earn that right, Chinky. As you will see, the more you embrace your new situation, the more comfortable your life will be. Now clean yourself off. I will be back in a minute with another bucket of ice water to rinse you off. He tossed a small toiletry bag into the cell.
With that, he left. He never even gave Yuyi a chance to ask a question. Why would he? Rule number one: never speak unless spoken to. Her mouth was for sucking dick. Her White Master didn't care what she had to say.
Shivering, she reached down and picked up the bag. Inside was a small bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap. She quickly started shampooing her hair. Followed by washing herself with the soap. She paid special attention to her legs and ass, which had been sitting in her own piss for her first couple days here. Before she finally agreed to be White Master's willing slave, and therefore earned the freedom to be unchained from the wall of her cell.
White Master returned 5 minutes later. Yuyi braced herself for the cold. Determined to stay silent and avoid another painful shock. Again, White Master doused her head to toe with the freezing water. This time, Yuyi managed to successfully stay silent. As she stood there shivering, she stared at the ground. Watching the suds and water disappear down the drain on the floor.
"I'm impressed, Chinky. You are a quick learner. They say Asians are the best students." He teased. Then he tossed in another small bag.
"Shave your legs, Trim your nails, and put on your makeup. Make sure you are presentable when I return in an hour." He commanded. "And Chinky, I shouldn't have to say this, but I expect your pussy to be smooth at all times. The only hair on your body should be on your head. Got it, slut?"
Yuyi, still unable to speak, nodded meekly that she understood.
With that, White Master left. Yuyi just stood there, shivering. She guessed a towel was out of the question. Maybe that was a creature comfort she had to earn. To earn by sucking and fucking White Master's racist prick.
A few minutes later, the other women filed back into the hallway, and proceeded to their cells, which locked behind them. Yuyi noticed their hair was slightly damp. They had been showering as well.
To be honest, so far, the morning wasn't as bad as she expected. Other than a little cold, and one painful shock, nothing bad had happened. She was even clean, which after days of being filthy, felt pretty good. She had tried to wash off using the sink, but that only helped a little.
She kept busy by doing as she was told. She looked into the second bag White Master had given her. Inside there was a razor, a small bottle of perfume, some lipstick, eyeliner, foundation, and some other makeup. There was also a folding combo brush/comb like you find in a hotel. It was simple, but everything she would need for a night out was there.
She started with brushing her hair, which was ratty. Then she would continue with shaving, figuring it would be best to apply the makeup when her hair and face had dried off.
As she brushed her hair, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her jet-black shoulder length hair was wet as she brushed it. Beads of water still dotted across her perky young breasts. Her dark almond brown eyes looked a little worn out. Dark circles had started to form underneath them due to the lack of good sleep. She missed her skin care products.
She finished brushing her hair, and propped one foot up on the sink to begin working on her legs. She hadn't shaved since she had been kidnapped. She wasn't sure how long it had been, but based on the stubble forming on her legs, it must have been four to five days since her last shave. She alternated using the sink water to dampen her legs, followed by soaping it up so the razor would glide smoothly over her toned calves.
When she had finished shaving her legs, she got to her pussy. Paying extra attention to make sure she didn't nick herself, she wrapped up by rinsing off as much soapy water as she could using the small sink in her cell. She ran her hands up and down her legs, feeling the smooth skin, and checking for any stubble she missed. She didn't want to give White Master an excuse to punish her.
She returned to the mirror to do her makeup. She did her best with what she was given. The foundation wasn't the brand she liked, and she didn't usually wear red lipstick. She just went for "presentable" as if she was going to give a presentation in class and wanted to look good. But nothing crazy. Finally, looking in the mirror, she fixed her now dry hair, combing it a couple times to get it just right.
Perfect. She looked just like she was ready for class back at her university. If she went to class buck naked. And instead of learning physics she was going to learn how to be a white man's gook sex slave.
Thinking of class, for the first time in a day, she wondered what was happening on the outside world. She had been so busy imagining what was going to happen, and so overwhelmed by the insanity and vulgarity of her new situation, that she had forgotten to wonder what was going on back home.
