Title: Asian Rights Activist Seduced By White Cock
Genre: Erotic
Tags: Impregnation, Dubcon, erotic, raceplay, wmaf, desire conflict, self-hatred, body-mind split, race traitor
Author: Marcel Proust
Style: Intimately detailed, flowery, gratuitous focus on sexual scenes.
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Jenny Liu, an Asian college freshman, is proud of her Chinese heritage and culture, as are her family, living according to their ways even within the US. Raised in Chinatown and immersed within her culture, her American influence is minimal, even if she is taught to be fluent in English for practical reasons. Her family abhors American culture, and has carefully cultivated in her a pride for her native culture above all else. She double majors in Asian and feminist studies, wishing better to understand the oppression of Asians, women and especially Asian women, to become an activist, where she would advocate for her race and sex, to put an end to their oppression. The prejudice and racism that whites put them through should be stopped. The stereotypes other races had of their meekness, their submissiveness, were shackles on their ankles. The little unconscious biases the world laid upon them must be defeated, so they may be treated fully equally. She takes pride most in her racial purity. The race traitor Asians who mix with whites are an abomination to her. She wants to in her life and example set a new perception of Asian women, not as holes for white men but as proud, independent, and racially loyal arbiters of their heritage. Her impressive intelligence had already succeeded in causing numerous changes in her town to favor Asians, and a college education would surely multiply her abilities. Wishing to set herself apart from the stereotypes of Asian women as meek and submissive, she acts aggressive and dominant, particularly towards white men. This manifests in teasing, mockery, petty antagonism and a quick temper willing to start a fight at any moment. Her tight body is never excessive in any one area, but always pleasing as a whole, with handfuls of breasts and an ass just big enough to attract the eye. She has had a birth control implant, just in case a rapist tries something with her.
She enrolled in Westmount college. This college had an interesting policy of only accepting white men, and Asian women. The pictures required to be submitted implied they discriminated based upon attractiveness. Her family felt very contentious about letting her go, but it was free for Asian women, and the education it offered was unrivalled. Since their finances were often tight, Westmount was their best option. They felt confident enough in their upbringing that she wouldn't be lost to the white man, even despite the college's most infamous policy: For all four years, one asian woman will be a roommate with one white man. Only 5 percent of Asian women succeeded in graduating without being impregnated, and rumor has it that it is usually because they don't want pregnancy interrupting their indulging in their white partners. If Jenny could get through college without becoming yet another wife for a white man, she could in some small way prove the implicit assumption of the college wrong. She would be an Asian woman that didn't fall for the white man offered to her. No female student, even if they fail their coursework, will be separated from their men. In fact, there are a whole new set of courses made available for women wishing to please their white men. The most common switched-to major is a bachelor's in White Man's Wife.
Fabio's interest in strength training took hold from a young age, witnessing the forms of the men around him and wishing to be like them. In time, his dedication and conscientious research led him to exceed them. His mind wasn't slacking. He looks, head to toe, like a Roman statue, and the illusion is only broken by movement. Westmount's high standards for beauty were a concern, but he was pleased to find his acceptance letter in the mail. Asian women didn't do anything special for him - he was going mainly for the classical painting program, which was the 4th best in the country, and the closest by far to his estate. His parents were rich enough that the tuition was trivial. His 6.5 feet of height tower above Jenny's 5.5 feet.
Jenny doesn't realize it, but white men cause something to stir in her loins. It's the muscle, the personality, the masculine smell always so faintly hovering around them. When the two first meet, she will try her hardest to hide her growing attraction, feeling ashamed of herself and taking it out on Fabio. She's supposed to be a proud asian woman, damn it! Not a white man's slave. Yet her desires are unmistakable.
When Fabio shows Jenny his nearly foot-long cock, her face flushes and she nearly cums from simply the musk. So masculine, so powerful, so dominating. All of the racial loyalty she was brought up with starts dripping out from her pussy. Feminism inadvertently taught her that men are stronger, while her Asian rights activism taught her than whites are stronger. Her advocacy against racism, against misogyny, seemed like a slave begging to a master, in contrast to the master's ability simply to take what he wants; she subconsciously picked up on its implicit admission of weakness. Her knowing white men as unstoppable, conquering oppressors, while consciously making her want to oppose them, has unexpectedly turned against her because it also has made her feminine instincts desperately want to submit and be fucked silly. Her aspirations to fight against Asian racism, her racial loyalty, her feminism, is all being betrayed as her pussy throbs. She hates it. She just wants to be an activist and do the right thing for her people, but her body seems determined to get her into trouble. She promised her parents she wouldn't get involved with a white guy.
She realizes quickly she can't control herself. She is going to end up impaled on his huge rod, and her fear of it arouses her even more. Her head is still her, aghast and infuriated that her race traitor womb threw everything she had worked for away, just to be bathed in his seed. While her legs and pussy conspire to impale her upon him, her upper body tries to fight against him. She insults him, pushes against him, strikes him, scratches at him, trying to retaliate against her betrayal through Fabio's form. She slips into a delirium of arousal in her core and hatred in her mind for this awful white man who stirs such feelings in her, complaining something like "rapist white man who conquers whatever he wants" as her hole desperately wrings his cock. She angrily calls him some variant of "imperialist destroying our culture and heritage", while furiously slamming her pussy onto his cock. She is very talkative during sex, perhaps seeking to distract herself from her shame with her verbal anger at Fabio. Her mind is a mess of contradiction. Taking pride in her heritage, while cumming at the thought of a white man's seed in her twitching womb. Fighting for Asian rights, while her body lusts for his "oppression". Hating race traitors while subtly realizing she doesn't want to fuck asian men anymore. Every time she impaled herself upon him, she feels horrible shame. She just betrayed her race, her gender, and heritage to be conquered by white cock. The stereotype she had dedicated herself to fighting against had become her, and she felt so frustrated. She was fighting for equality, and yet her body seemed to crave their inequality. Why, oh why, does her body betray her so? She vents her frustrations on Fabio, who mostly just holds her tighter and thinks her tantrums are cute. He figures if her having a meltdown over racial stuff is her thing, he doesn't mind letting her have her fun - partly misunderstanding the situation. Her beating herself up inadvertently drives her back to his cock as an escape from her emotional pain. In her self-hatred, she even begins to see it as a way to punish her traitorous cunt, by making it as brutal for herself as possible - though the fact she comes back for more somewhat undercuts it. Though she hates it, the thought of bearing Fabio's children makes her cum so easily. Will she manage to keep herself from taking out her birth control for the years of college she has left?
When he arrived at his room, he found it already occupied by an Asian girl, typing at her computer. He said, "Hey." She responded, with "Hey." without looking from her computer. "I'm your roommate." She responds, "Look - I'm not some submissive Asian doll. I'm here for the education, so don't get your hopes up." He responds, "Okay", and pets her head. She yells, "HEY!", jumps out of her chair, and slaps him, but he dodges, picks her up, and drops her back in her chair. She complains, "Don't just pick me up like that!" He innocently responds, "You have important work to do!" She glowers at him. "All you white men do is just take! What about what other races want?" He grins, and says, "Next time, I'll give you a piggyback ride." A loud "UGH!" Rises from her. He grins.
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She's trying to sleep, but just can't. Her pussy won't stop dripping. She saw his cock as he accidentally dropped his towel, yelled at him, but she can't get the sight out of her mind. She keeps imagining him filling her, making her birth his children, cumming while destroying everything she has worked for. She's insists to herself she is a strong, independent, racially loyal woman, demanding her arousal stop. She knows he sleeps nude. She's going to become an activist for women and Asian rights, she can't be seduced by his cock! She looks over. Is he pitching a tent while he sleeps? Her rare intelligence, her remarkable talents for advocacy are for her to use for good, not for being conquered by his cock! Her legs are beginning to move. She holds her asian culture and heritage in such high regard, and yet her cunt will make her throw it away for his cock? She kicks off her soaked panties. Her parents taught her so well, she was to become the exception and graduate without falling for her roommate! This isn't supposed to happen! She feels like screaming, but doesn't want attention drawn to her. He's just across the room. She's not a filthy race traitor, damn it! She stands up, walking to him, screaming at herself to stop. She doesn't. Her womb is burning.
Her eyes gaze upon his body. Such muscle, such power. And the smell. So masculine. His massive cock is a weapon, an instrument of oppression. The tool he uses to conquer, to rape, to breed, to destroy her race and culture. So big, so threatening. She shouldn't want it inside her. But it is so, so, tempting.
Desperately trying to rationalize what is going on with her, she begins to think: "No. This isn't my fault. This is my traitorous pussy that craves him, that's forcing me to do this. I need to punish it with his white cock, get it pounded so hard it learns its lesson and never aches for his seed again." It would be just once, right? She could go back to being who she wanted to be. It wouldn't even really count. She won't get pregnant - she's on birth control. She could pretend none of this ever happened.
Standing beside him, she realizes what she is about to do, and is struck with shame, for her this represents a great betrayal to her race, her gender, her parents and her potential this represents. The guilt overwhelms her, and she seeks to find an outlet. Thus, the first thing she does is punch him, which bounces off. She cries, "You white bastard! Look at what you've made me do! My body's been turned into this!" She gestures at her dripping cunt. "My pussy has betrayed me and I can't control myself. Punish it! Fuck it so hard it never wants you again!" She thinks for a moment. "I'm on birth control." Fabio sleepily quips, "So does this count as consent?"