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Breaking
China
By
N.J
Cole
Sept
28th – Oct 5th
China Perry has one goal, and she will do anything to achieve
it, including sell herself into human sex trafficking. She endures countless
ruthless masters on her mission, undeterred by the pain and humiliation each of
them causes. Determined to let nothing stop her, she’d turned her heart cold,
never allowing herself to feel for any of these barbarians who had purchased
her. That is, until she meets Master Richard.
Richard Pantero has been searching for something his entire life. Though he has
money, servants, and women willing to do anything for him, his life is still
empty. He’s lived the lifestyle and hasn’t thought twice about purchasing
companionship. Each girl was different, yet the same until China entered his
world like a comet changing everything he’d ever believed in.
In a love story for the ages, follow Richard and China on their journey. Can he
find the peace he’s been searching for? Can she trust him enough to let down
her walls and allow him to help her find what she craves the most? Is love
enough?
Publisher’s note: This story is written in first person point of view similar
to a screen play alternating between characters to give the authenticity of
each character’s feelings. Warning: Intense bondage, aggressive sex, human
trafficking.
China:
I'd been purchased. I knew what he expected. He expected me to beg and plead.
The others girls were crying. Sobs like, "Please, Master, please don't
hurt me," filled the room.
Some slaves were trying to strike bargains. "If I suck you off, then
please don't fuck me." I rolled my eyes. Could they really be so stupid as
to believe these men would make bargains? They owned the girls now, plain and
simple.
I heard footsteps then saw him. He held the key to my crate
as well as the keys to my cuffs. I bit back the urge to look up at him and spit
in his face or spout "fuck you," both of which I would have done if
not in shackles, if not at his mercy. Instead, I chose to say and do nothing.
I gazed into his eyes, and unlike the other Masters who had
gotten pissed, he just smirked, and it made me think twice. He was handsome,
and had he not just "purchased" me, I might have been attracted to
him.
Richard:
My eyes remained locked with hers; no words had been said, but the struggle had
begun. I felt a surge of energy wash through me. Could she finally be the one?
I continued staring her down; long moments passed before she averted her gaze.
Unshackling her arms, I knew the next round of her training
would prove interesting. I had caught a subtle look of desire cross her
features. Quick, but unmistakable. I slowly began to disrobe, allowing her to
appraise my form as I had done hers. "Kitten, I offer you this chance to
freely pay me homage."
China:
He was different, I'd give him that. The others had choked me until I'd opened
my mouth, inserted an O-ring gag and proceeded to fuck my face. He was asking
me to do it voluntarily.
Pay him homage? Perhaps it would make my life less miserable.
I leaned forward, not wanting to pay special attention to his cock, which, from
the quick glance I'd given it, was magnificent.
I bent as low as possible and kissed his feet. One soft kiss
to the top of each foot. If he thought I was going to speak to him, he was
mistaken. I'd been beaten until I couldn't stand, but I was not going to
acknowledge another human as my "master."
Richard:
A faint frown covered my face, but my heart soared. Finally, a challenge; a pet
whose devotion would have to be earned. Compassion would come in due time, now
was time for the stick.
The proprietor offered me a crop, but I waved him off. I
preferred my first chastisement to be flesh on flesh. My fingers stroking her
hair, the silken strands wrapping around my hand. "Kitten, I see you don't
have the proper respect. Right now, you are nothing more than an object to me.
In time, this could change, but for now you’re less than nothing." My hand
tightened as I lifted her to her feet by her hair.
China:
Oh, here we go again, I thought. I braced myself for his fist to my face. His
hand in my hair raising me to my feet then lifting me slightly off of them. My
toes skimmed the ground. He seemed just the same as the other masters now. I
looked into his eyes. I wouldn't let him beat me to death, though it did have a
sense of peace in it. I had too much to live for. I glared at him.
He said I was nothing more than an object to him, and he was
nothing more than an asshole to me. I wasn't just a fuckhole. I wouldn't let
myself believe that. I would hold onto that little shred of self-respect that I
had left.
Richard:
As my fingers traced her cheek, I lowered my head to her neck, inhaling deeply.
I could see her trembling flesh. My teeth scraping along her shoulder, I bit
down on the nape of her neck holding her in place.
I released her hair, sliding my fingertips down her back. My nails dug into her
flesh. Each of my pets had to bear my markings until they earned my collar. She
began to squirm under me. The friction of her skin on mine was stimulating.
China:
He wasn't like the others. They had reacted in anger, beating me to get out
their frustration, or in the hopes of getting me to become a submissive slut.
He held my gaze until he lowered his head to my neck. I thought he was going to
kiss me, but he inhaled deeply then, to my surprise, ran his mouth over my neck
to my shoulder. I was even more shocked when he bit down. I knew he'd broken
the skin. I bit my own tongue to keep from crying out in pain.
His mouth stayed there as his hands ran down my back,
scratching my skin. Again, I knew he was marking me, tearing my flesh. I
writhed to get away from his strong hands. I refused to give him the
satisfaction of me begging him to stop. I knew he wouldn't anyway. Why would I
disgrace myself.
He pulled his head back and, I could see my blood on his
lower lip. I glared at him.
Richard:
I licked my lips; fury showed in her glare. Such anger was intoxicating; my
loins stirred to life. If she were going to be so difficult, she would soon
learn the consequences of her continued defiance.
I eased around her back, admiring the long scratches. Now all
who looked at her would know she was mine. A crimson drop trickled down her
arm. I knew she was in pain, but still she made no sound.
Well, if she wouldn't scream her submission, she would
whimper it. I ran my palms over her swaying breasts, cupping them. My thumbs
ran circles over her nipples. Her body betrayed her as they stiffened under my
touch. The heel of my hand pressed against her belly as it moved down, my thick
shaft rubbing along her inner thighs. I licked her ear. "You will give in
to me, Kitten."
NJ Cole is a witty, mid-western girl with a kinky side. She
works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful
boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write
in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of
the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and
respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. With over
two million reads of her online work in the past six months, NJ Cole is clearly
an up and coming author.
