Spies and the Betrayal Part 1

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JAPANESE OCCUPIED CHINA, 1939
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My name is Tanaka Mio, I work as a spy for my emperor Hirohito, in the Kempeitai. After my marriage to my husband Tanaka Daichi, 4 years ago, I wanted to be as close to him as possible. Even if it meant being away from our home and safety in Japan. He is a soldier of the Imperial Japanese Army and is fighting in Manchuria at this very moment. Not long after left, I joined the Kempeitai, to offer my services as a spy. Anything I can do to help my husband, my family, my country, I will do. After I successfully completed my training, I was sent to a region in Central China called Hankou. It is there that the American’s have their consulate, and it’s there that they send their spies to try and hinder our great conquest. I have spent nearly 2 years here, tracking their spies and leaving false information for them to find. Most of my work is routine in nature and not entirely dangerous, but I know that everything I do keeps my husband safer. Recently, my commander called me and said that there was a delicate mission that he needed me to carry out. He said that with my years of faithful service and me being a woman meant I was perfect for this job.

“There’s a man, an American, named John Miller working in the consulate. We believe he’s the ‘spymaster’ for at least a dozen agents working throughout this region. Normally we might have him assassinated but we need to find out what he knows so we can locate his operatives. We need you to pose as a local girl and seduce him. Find out anything you can, names, locations, dates, and send it to me. I understand that you have a husband Mrs. Mio, but if you complete this assignment successfully, I get you sent home on leave for a month with your husband. Do you accept?” he said to me in his office.

“Yes sir! It’s an honor to carry out such a mission for the emperor. I will not fail you.” I replied, bowing to him and exiting the office.

I was handed a packet of information regarding my target. A picture of the man, he looked tall with brown hair and pale white skin. He had a subtle band of freckles on his face, but also a strong jawline. He was 27 years old and was unmarried, no children. This would come in very useful for me. A married man would have reservations about sleeping with another woman that a single man would not. The newspapers are filled with stories about how American men have a ravenous lust for Chinese and Japanese women. A young woman like myself will play into those desires easily. Despite being married for 4 years, I am only 20 years old. My father made arrangements with my husband’s family to marry me on my 16th birthday. He enlisted before we could have any children but we write letters to each other a often as possible. He loves how I keep my hair, short shoulder length black hair curled up at the bottom just like those movie actresses we love to watch. I have a cute narrow face with soft cheeks and brown eyes. However it was my body that would help me in my current mission.

Most Japanese women have smaller chests, usually an A or B cup, but I inherited my mother’s unusually large breasts, a busty D cup. Which with my narrow waist, slightly wider hips, and 5’4″ stature meant that I looked more like an American woman below the neck than a Japanese. As much as I wanted to write my husband asking for forgiveness for what I had to do, I knew I couldn’t. Army personnel would read the letter and I would be arrested because of it. So I had to go about my task, knowing my husband was fighting somewhere unaware his loving wife was sleeping with an American man. That evening in my apartment, I studied the file on my target to learn everything I could about him, and everything I could about America in general. He was staying at a well known hotel for Americans and Europeans as it was centrally located to their consulates. I planned my approach, and brought only what I thought I would need. Worried about what he might do to me, I continued my way to the hotel. It’s common knowledge amongst Japanese women that foreign men like him were very violent in bed. Making their women do things that even whores would fear doing. Not the loving passionate romance my husband and I shared, he would no doubt ruin my body, but I must do my duty.

The sun was setting, I made my way through the door and to the hotel bar. It was a glamorous room, dimly lit with gold trim and black marble throughout. The smoke from the cigars and cigarettes filling the air, as American swing music played on vinyl. At every table was a European man sitting with an Asian girl much like myself hanging on his arm, or on his lap. I recognized three of the girls I saw, no doubt carrying out their own missions as I was. I found a seat at the corner of the bar, and watched the room, scanning for my target. I sat and sipped on a glass of Umeshu, a kind of sweet plum wine that I grew found of after trying it at my wedding. I watched the smoke filled room, sitting in my favorite black silk dress, for hours before I noticed a group of men walk in. Four men, all very tall, walked up to the bar and ordered drinks. Among them was my target, John Miller, who was a very handsome man even for the enemy.

He walked over and sat at a table facing me, but talking with his friends. Two girls came up and occupied the time of two of the men, leaving him and his friend. I didn’t recognize the man from any intelligence documents I’ve read, but when a third girl came up to them and tried to sit with my target, he brushed her off, remaining with his friend. He glanced over the room, before his eyes fell on me. Mustering my feminine charm I winked at him from my seat and blew him a kiss. He returned a smile and a wink of his own. After the third girl failed to get his attention she turned to his friend, which left my target free to walk over to me and introduce himself. “I’ve seen many oriental girls in my time, but you my dear are the pearl.” he said in a deep soothing voice. Something about it got to me, if it were any other man I would brush it off as a silly attempt at flattery, but given my mission was to seduce him, part of it seemed to really work on me. We started talking and he bought me several more drinks. I had never been much of an alcoholic, and after 4 glasses of wine, my face was glowing red. I was giggling at all his jokes, and staring deep into his eyes. Every chance I got I gave him a peak down the opening of my dress, revealing my bust.

After several hours I was hanging of his arm like a call girl, and later still I was on his lap in a lounge chair away from the bar stroking his hair as the music picked up. He invited me up to his room where we could get some privacy and I knew this was my chance. I was an honorable woman but I was told I needed to be a whore for my country. If I cried I would give myself up, so I kept my feelings inside as I followed him up the stairs to his room. Inside I found a nice silk bed, much nicer than the one provided for me in my apartment. As well as other luxuries like a radio and electric lights. Growing up in my village, we only had candles, so seeing electric lighting so common like this was amazing to me. He turned on the radio and filled the room with a soft voice with more music. After he took off his suit jacket, he turned towards me and that’s when I stood on my toes and kissed him. He was almost 6′ tall and I could barely reach him but he bent down and returned to the kiss, even grabbing a feel of my ass with his right hand.

He lifted the dress up around my waist revealing my lack of anything on underneath. In fact, all I was wearing was the dress, as soon as he lifted it off me, my body was exposed to him entirely. He looked down at my breasts, standing firm, with my perky nipples poking out at him. He scanned further down at my bush, and at the tight pussy below. I was not a virgin, but I wasn’t a mother either, so I knew that if the rumors were true, he was about to really fill me up. I pulled him by his necktie down on top of me on his bed as we continued kissing, he managing to undress while fondling my tits. He stood up and dropped his boxers, revealing the a massive white penis. I had seen my father’s, my brother’s, and my husband’s but this man was larger than them all. I couldn’t begin to imagine were all of it would go, but it was my duty to take it inside me. “For my husband, for my family, for my country.” I said to myself as he stroked it, making it grow even bigger than before. Despite my senses, I opened my legs for him, my black bushy haired pussy open to him. He got up right between my legs and set his cock down on my stomach, with his balls on my pussy his shaft extended almost to my belly button. His skin was so soft and pale, mine was more tanned yellow in comparison.

I knew if I was going to find out any information about his operations, I would have to really fuck him until he’s to tired to noticed me snooping about. He made the plunge, and inch after girthy inch my pussy stretched open around him. My face opening up as I had never had something inside me so massive. By the time he bottomed out, my mind had gone blank. As he began to thrust back and forth inside me, my thoughts left. As if every thrust knocked a memory out of my head. I forgot what I wanted him for, I forgot my family, my husband, my mission, everything. He transformed me into a whore. I realized as he was ravaging me, that I was one of a rare handful of Japanese women who have ever had sex with a white man. My father and husband would kill me if they saw me naked on a bed with this man between my legs, but it was for a noble cause. He wasn’t just making love to me, he was unloading his burdens on me, on my delicate little body. My arms flailing about trying to grab hold of anything I could find as his balls slapped my asshole with every powerful thrust. As he continued to ruin any chance I’d feel my husband ever again I realized something else. That all the propaganda about white men being savages and rapists that fall on Asian women like me with intent on forcing us to commit horrible sexual acts for them was all lies and fear to keep us from wanting them. If Japanese girls knew this was the reality, every girl in Japan would have a white husband. It’s no wonder that the other girls I worked with who’ve had to sleep with white men never accept the advances of their fellow Japanese counterparts.

He ravaged me harder and faster, grabbing my tits and kissing me deeply. I felt a new sensation that I had never felt before. My pussy tightened its grip and soon I was overcome with an intense feeling in my whole body. I convulsed on the bed as the strange feeling passed over me. I didn’t know what it was called, but I did know that as it was happening, John was ejaculating inside me. I felt his seed enter me and as I convulsed my pussy seemed to work the load deeper inside me instead of flushing it out. He pulled his dripping cock from inside my hole and flipped me over on my stomach. I didn’t know what was happening as my husband always falls fast asleep after he ejaculates. Somehow this man was still acting like he was ready for more. He reentered my soft pussy from behind me pressing his whole weight down on my prone body. He held his hand over my mouth muffling the loud, desperate moans as the bed-rest slammed against the wall. With his hand over my mouth the other pushed down on the small of my back forcing me to arch my back as my ass was in the air desperate for more of his cock. I could hear through the thin wall of the hotel another girl getting ravaged by a man as I was. I wondered how many loads of sperm were deposited within these building walls over the years. He grabbed my waist as he thrust at a furious, rapid pace. That sensation from before came back to me and as it hit I shot forward on the bed convulsing like a seizure as he follow and reinserted his cock before leaving me with another thick load of cum.

“I’ve never seen a girl have an orgasm like that before dear, you are every bit as good in bed as you looked in that bar.” he said as he fell down next to me on the bed.

So that’s what I felt, an orgasm. Two actually. My mother told me that orgasms are something men have during sex when they ejaculate, I didn’t know women could have them, too. I wondered if my mother ever felt one with dad, or my grandmothers. After a job well done he fell fast asleep, and quietly in the dark I began my search. I looked over the whole room before I found a folder hidden in a secret compartment under a desk drawer. I saw a map with X’s drawn over it, with names and pictures of Chinese men and women who he was working with. Some were wearing guerrilla uniforms of the communist Mao’s army, others wore the uniforms of Chiang Kai Shek’s army forces. He was using both sides of the Chinese civil war to fight against us. I wrote down everything I saw on my notepad I brought in my purse with me. The man still fast asleep on the bed, I placed the folder back the way I found it. I had everything I needed, and I could’ve just left then and there, but as I stood there naked looking at his penis, I decided to stay and see if I couldn’t get more out of him. Even flaccid as it was, he was still bigger than my husband. Even with a month of leave with my husband, he wouldn’t be able to supplant the deep sown cum in my womb that John had done tonight. By the time we’d be reunited I’d already be pregnant. What would he say to me then?

We woke up the following morning and we got dressed and left together. I asked for his number as I had told him I had a great night and wanted to meet him again very soon. He gave it to me and I went back to my apartment and went over the information I had discovered and cross referenced it with information we already had, trying to find any patterns or attack plans. I called him later that night asking if he wanted me over again to which he sent me his invitation. I wore my finest french silk lingerie that my mother gifted me on my wedding, I had only worn it once for my husband. Over top, I wore a flowery white silk dress which covered my whole body. Before I left I read the letter from my husband I had just received. He told me how much he loves me and how he can’t wait to feel my soft skin on his chest again. How he couldn’t wait till we’re home and we can start our family. I teared up knowing he was writing from a foxhole in combat while I was cheating, getting impregnated by a white man in a comfortable hotel. I didn’t even know why I thought I needed to go back there for. I had all the information I needed to have this man killed. But his cock had such an allure over my mind that I went back anyway.

I met him in his room again and he was there waiting in a night gown. We skipped the pleasantries as I peeled out of my dress and him, his gown. We embraced once again as he was naked and me in my lingerie. He picked me up and put me on the bed, spreading my legs I expected his cock, instead I got his tongue. I had never felt this before, his tongue working inside my vagina. No man had ever done this in Japan, I’m sure of it. Something was happening to me, I felt the sensation of an orgasm, but it was different, he stuck his fingers inside me and masturbated me until I shot this clear liquid from my pussy. I had never seen or felt this before but his cock followed too soon to come to my senses. He ravaged me just as hard and I moaned just as loud. He worked my pussy good and hard grabbing and sucking my tits as he went. I thought of my husband’s letter, how he couldn’t wait to start a family. Here I was under a white man about to receive my third load of his sperm in my vagina. He pressed his whole body into me, as if he knew I was cheating, and was fucking my oath away and replacing it with his baby. As he filled my pussy up with cum once again, I moaned in ecstasy knowing I was going to get pregnant with him.

As I laid in bed, naked, pussy filled with cum, I thought about what my baby would look like. I thought about telling him who I really was and coming back to America with him as his wife and leaving my husband behind. If my husband found out, even if he knew why I did it, would discard me to the streets as a filthy whore. My bastard son would grow up neglected by everyone else but me, and my father would disown me. My father might even rape me after I become a whore. If I don’t get pregnant I would never tell them the truth and hope for a happy life, but it would be hard knowing how I was fucked here compared to what my husband could do. I put my dress back on and left after we finished. He invited me to dinner tomorrow night and I accepted, then walked home. A young boy on the street saw me leave the hotel by myself late at night with my hair a mess, and he pointed calling me a street whore and laughing at me. If only he knew what I had done, and how naked I was underneath. He kept following me making a scene, so I lead him down a dark alleyway then grabbed him. I told him to keep his mouth shut as he was talking to an officer of the Japanese Army. His eyes widened with fear when I decided to open my dress and show him my body.

It was a crime to insult an officer as a native Chinese, and I could’ve had him arrested. But I decided since he was so young to let him stay free, with a price. We were encouraged to have our way with the local population regardless of age, or gender. He looked about 11 years old when I forced him to use his tongue and clean my pussy. His tongue scooped out a mouthful of that white man’s cum. He didn’t know he was eating another man’s seed. But I left him crying after I made him ejaculate in his trousers, with a load of cum on his face from John. I went back home and prepared a package with all the information I had discovered and sent it straight away to my commander. He commended me on my outstanding job and ordered me to continue getting closer to my target. Even going so far as to marry him so as to work undercover as a double agent of sorts.

“But sir, what if I become pregnant?” I asked concerned at the prospect of a fake second marriage.

“Then you are to become pregnant! Do whatever it takes, have his children, submit to him as a loyal wife! His knowledge is too important to lose. He already knows you, now you must be more than his whore, you must be his wife. Understood?” He said to me.

“Yes sir, I understand.” I told him.

I couldn’t believe it, I had to marry another man and have his children in order to protect my real husband so I could go home and have his. What would I do once this war is over and I have mixed-race children growing up along side my pure Japanese children? How much farther would I have to go? I never should have done this, I should have stayed at home where I belong and been a faithful wife. Now my husband will breed with a whore. My pussy claimed by two men. My dinner tomorrow would have to lead to a relationship with this man if I’m to be successful, failing my mission is just a terrible as completing it.

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