The Story of Michael

by Damien Dsoul

  “I probably did make her cum - I think I did. At one time she couldn’t stop groaning and her body was shaking all over and she still hand my head jammed under her, and her cum juice just wet my face like waterfall. I mean she was squirting like crazy. I didn’t care, I lapped up everything she had to give me ... everything. Finally she let me go and fell on the bed moaning. She told me I did good ... for a white boi.”

  What about your woman, Kristine?

  “I was getting to that. I got up and went into a bathroom and washed my face up and when I returned Tiffany was up on her feet looking like nothing happened at all. Me, I thought she was going to give me some pussy. I approached her and tried to get her back in bed but she slapped my cheek and cursed me out, said she don’t ever get down with white bois. I stood there with my cheek ringing from her face looking dumb and she sneering at me like she dared me to hit her back and see what happens next. She asked if I’d like to see my woman? I told her yes. She led me out the room and went down the corridor. She checked in some of the rooms there and in all of them there were people in there fucking. I saw some of the white women who’d been downstairs getting fucked by black men. We stopped to watch one of them. The woman was still in her evening dress and the black guy stood on the bed and she was squeezing her tits out of her dress and had her mouth on the guy’s cock sucking it. Her husband sat on a chair at a corner in his tuxedo with his pants down and his shirt open and he was watching them and stroking his cock. The three of them pretended we weren’t even in the room with them. At one time the black guy told the wife’s husband to come over. The husband got up on the bed and he too sucked the black man’s cock with his wife. I must have said, ‘Oh my God’ over and over ... and I was getting a hard-on too. Can you imagine that?”

  “Anyway, we left them and went in search of Kristie. We finally found the room she and Wale were in. Wale had her bent over on the bed and he was fucking her from behind. You could hear her scream ... her screams were unlike any I’d heard her make. They were sharp and just guttural, like he was ripping her apart, you know. She’d never made that sort of sound when we made love. Mistress Tiffany made me sit at a chair and watched. There was a side door and it opened and two more black men stumbled into the room, naked and stroking their meat. Master Wale pulled out of Kristine and allowed the other guys to have her. He came down from the bed sweating all over, his huge cock wet with cum. He smiled at me and told me he was happy seeing me. Asked if I’d had a good time with Tiffany. She laughed and told him what she’d made me do. He came closer to me and told me to get down on my knees and suck his cock. Up on the bed, my sweet Kristine was getting fucked by the two black men. They had her on her back and one was on top of her fucking her silly while the other jammed his prick down her throat.”

  I asked him: What did you do?

  He shrugged. “I didn’t want to do it. I shook my head and told him no. Master Wale got kind of pissed at me and yelled at me to suck his cock or else he was going to hurt me. The look on his face told me he wasn’t joking - he looks like he enjoys hurting people if ever you run into him. I had no choice, I fell on my knees and I sucked Master Wale’s black cock. And I loved it. And I’ve been sucking his cock ever since.”

  “I remained where I was, dumb-founded and stupid, and just kept watching them bang the shit out of Kristine. She screamed and screamed, and I couldn’t stop beating my cock while I watched. If I’d had my senses there with me, what I should have done was get the hell out of that room and out of that house and head on back to the hotel. That would have been the wisest thing I should have done, except I didn’t. Even if I did want to, it would have been mad to leave Kristine behind - neither of us knew the way back to the hotel after all.”

  “I remained there and watched. The black men came inside her pussy and Master Wale took me to the bed to clean out her pussy, and then he climbed back on the bed and fucked Kristine some more. Mistress Tiffany had undressed and she came to the head of the bed - I watched all of this happen before my eyes - and lowered herself down on my woman’s face. Kristine ate her pussy while Tiffany sucked on the two black men’s cocks. She came down afterwards and allowed the two black men to fuck her. Master Wale brought Kristen off from the bed and he laid on the ground and she came and mounted his dick. She was looking so wild, I said to myself this wasn’t the Kristine I knew. Her hair was loose and hung over her face; her body matted with sweat. She looked at me one time and smiled at me and moaned that she was having so much fun. What could I say to that? She was riding a black man’s cock and throwing off dirty words like I’ve never heard her say and she wanted more and more of it. Master Wale kept slapping her ass hard and didn’t stop fucking her till he pumped his load into her once again. She wouldn’t stop screaming from it. She rolled off him onto the floor and I went down on her and licked her pussy. It was feeling kind of hot, you know, like she was on fire inside. I don’t know if it was the fucking or if that’s how it’s supposed to be. I never had such stamina for sex, but watching the way Master Wale and his black friends fuck her that night ... it made me a believer that black men are fucking gods when it comes to sex.”

  We sat in silence. He picked up some rocks and threw them on the ground. His eyes scanned beyond for sight of his former woman.

  How did it feel when he made you suck his cock?

  “It felt alright. I did enjoy it, and he knew I did. He made me suck the other black men’s cocks after they went back to fucking Kristine again. Mistress Tiffany wasn’t done with me. She had worn herself a rubberized dildo and she yelled at me to get out of her clothes. I tried to imagine what she wanted to do to me with that thing ... or if it was meant for Kristine. I couldn’t have known she wanted to use it on me. I became afraid when I realized her intention and tried to run, but Master Wale grabbed my arm and pushed me back into the room. He was quite strong. Mistress Tiffany slapped my face, hard this time, and told me to be a good boi and get down on my knees. I was angry now and I kind of pushed her off from me, but Master Wale came to her aid and held my arms while she slapped me hard a couple of times till I begged her not to. I was cowed and didn’t know what to do except obey, which I did.”

  “’Open your mouth, white boi,’ she said to me. I did as she wanted and then she forced the head of her dildo into my mouth and she told me to be a good boi and suck it. I looked to the side and saw Kristine was sitting up on the bed now, moaning, and watching. The black men sat beside her keeping her company. They too were watching. Master Wale stood beside me and snapped at me to suck the wife’s dildo. I did suck it. I sucked her dildo just as I would his black cock and they cheered me and laughed at my humiliation. And believe me, I’ve never been so humiliated as I was that night. But the worse was what came next.”

  I was itching to hear it. What happened next?

  “Mistress Tiffany made me hug the legs of the bed and then she came over me from behind and ... she fucked me with the dildo. She at first didn’t want to use any oil or lotion to grease me up, but then her husband talked to one of the black men to go get some lube and he returned with it and that kind of made things a bit pleasant. But it hurt when she did it. I screamed out and she kept slapping my head and told me to start being a sissy because that’s what she’s going to be calling me from that moment on. I bit my teeth all through the pain. I tried to push her off me, but the black men came and held me down. I could hear the laughing at me ... and I swore I could hear Kristine laughing as well, though I couldn’t tell if it was her or Mistress Tiffany. In the end it hurt so much I passed out.”

  “We didn’t return to the hotel that night. I couldn’t, not with the pain I was in and I was bleeding from my rectum pretty much the whole night. One of the black men threw me a roll of tissue and laughed at me while I wiped myself clean. Mistress Tiffany told me to hurry up that tomorrow she was going to get a black bull who was gay to come and fuck me. I would have thought she was joking but the loo
k in her eyes told me she wasn’t. Kristine didn’t want any more of it and told her off but Tiffany silenced her with a slap and told her to shut it and that she was going to watch me get fucked. Master Wale had left the room a while back and returned with another white wife later on. He ordered Kristine to make love to the woman. He and Mistress Tiffany watched and supervised their workout. I too watched as well. Kristine had never until that night being with another woman before. We had fantasized about it but she’d always been scared to try it. That night after she’d eaten Tiffany’s pussy, she wasn’t all that scared to try anything. The other woman was though but she too fell into the flow and I watched my wife eat her pussy and then the woman did too and they both enjoyed it. Master Wale stepped in and separated them when they were done with each other and he fucked the other married woman while Kristine watched. Mistress Tiffany came and made Kristine suck her dildo while I lay there watching. The whole night was a repertoire of orgy. I can’t remember when it was I slept off.”

  He stopped as he looked up and I joined him and there was his former woman strolling along with other bitch-slaves in tow. He waved at her. She stopped as she saw him and then went on walking like she hadn’t really seen him at all. He too made like it was nothing to him. He continued with his story.

  “I woke up in the morning lying on the bed and I was alone; Kristine wasn’t there with me. I was naked too; my clothes were all over the floor. Just mine and no one else’s. My blood had stained the sheets. I struggled to wear back my clothes and limped out of the room. I looked in every other room and they were all empty. I limped my way downstairs and saw there was this car outside waiting for me. This fat guy opened the door from inside and told me to get in - ”

  I stopped him. Did you say a fat guy? Did he have a walking stick with him?

  He nodded.

  “That was how I found myself here ... and Kristine too.”

  I couldn’t tell if that was everything he was telling me or whether he was keeping much to himself. He looked happy being here, content is the word I would use. There was the pregnancy thing I wanted to know more about. Since I got here four white women - I’m sorry, bitch-slaves - have been impregnated, and whenever such happened there was a round of jubilation coming from the bitch-slaves’ camp. I wonder if Jason’s woman had been impregnated yet ... and what he thought about it. A lot of white-bois were still congratulating the white boi-slave, Ian, who’d succeeded in the last mating ritual and they all, same with me, were itching for if and when our turn would come.

  ***

  Some nights later I felt someone shake me awake from sleep. Everything was blurry before my eyes when a wink of light from a torch came on my face and I blinked away from it. Still the person wouldn’t stop shaking my arm and finally my eyes came open and I saw Hugh standing beside my bed looking down at me. He held the turn away from my face. It was a pen-torch. He was talking in a low voice telling me to sit up. I pulled my feet off the bed and sat on the side, rubbing my eyes. I realized he wasn’t the only one in the room. There were two other white-boi slaves standing close to the doorway peeking out; I could see they were afraid and was about to find out why in the next few seconds.

  “What the fuck, Hugh,” I murmured as he came and sat next to me, still talking in a whispery tone. I looked across and saw Eamon still asleep.

  “Come on, Michael. It’s time we blew this joint.”

  I too spoke in the same whispering voice. “The hell you talking about?”

  “I mean it’s time we bust out of this hell-hole, that’s what I’m talking about. Are you with us or not?”

  I looked at him as if he’d gone insane. “We aren’t going to make it out of here, and you know that.”

  “No, I don’t know that. And we’re going to make it happen tonight, and I want you in on it.”

  “Where did you get that pen-torch? How did you sneak it in here?”

  “Had it tucked in the crack of my ass, what do you think?” he spoke excitedly, looked at his friends who manned the doorway. One of them looked back at him and shook his head, meaning they were still safe. No one out there knew where they were or what they were planning to do. “Look, we don’t have much time. There’s stuff I’ve been wanting to say to you ever since we met but just didn’t know how.”

  He tried to pull me up but I pulled my arm back. “Better start talking now then. You’ve been playing me for so long, now what’s your game in all this.”

  He looked at me angrily. I sensed he was biting down on his emotion, and really it was getting somewhat tense in the room.

  “The hell do you think I’ve been doing? I told you before that I’m a newsie reporter, and I’ve been researching about this place for a long time but no one back home ever would believe me. But now I’ve got proof. I smuggled in a pen and paper and I’ve got notes written down, enough stuff to bring this place crashing down like a pack of cards and hopefully get you and your girl’s life back. Now are you with me or not?”

  “Who’re those guys with you?” I indicated at the two standing by the doorway.

  “Guys I’ve been sharing secrets with. One of them’s got some dirt he wants others out there to see and he’ll only show it to me once I get him out of her. Now stop asking silly questions and let’s get a move on.”

  I got up from the bed and then stopped him. I pointed down at the rubberised anklet around our legs.

  “That thing’s still giving off signal, Hugh. They’re going to know we’re gone.”

  “No, they won’t,” one of the white boi-slaves manning the doorway said to me. “I know a safe path that the waves can’t pick. But we’ve got to hurry, the loophole closes every one hour and we’ve got little time left.”

  “I’m not going to ask you this again, Michael,” Hugh said to me. “Either come now or remain here and rot. However way you want it is fine with me, but make a decision now.”

  I did make a decision, and later would come to regret it. But at the time I guess I wasn’t thinking properly. I thought it was a dream and once we got out of the camp I was going to wake up back in my bedroom in Buffalo, New York. What other choice did I have? I nodded and went to my bed and picked up a wrapped blanket just in case we got hit by some cold wind and I needed something to keep safe out in the dark. I didn’t know where Hugh was taking us into, and I doubt he knew too. I doubt if any of us right there and then in that room had much of any idea the load of trouble we were putting ourselves into.

  Eamon had woken up and he looked at me dazed and probably didn’t realize what was happening in the room. He looked like he was still asleep and thought he was dreaming.

  “Go back to sleep, Eamon,” I said to him. “I’ll be back.”

  I ran out of the room with Hugh and the other two white boi-slaves leading the way. And yes, I was going to come back ... though I didn’t realize it at the time.

  ***

  We ran out of the hostel building took the right side away from roaming searchlights and ran into the darkness. My heart was in my throat, pumping gallons of adrenaline all over my body. We hadn’t gotten a far distance and already I could hear myself panting like I was out of breath. Our feet stumped the ground as we ran, our breathing merged with the night. All around I could hear crickets chirping and other strange animal noises. I could barely make out what was ahead of me except for the light from Hugh’s pen-torch which cut through the darkness ahead of us.

  We stopped along the way, checked to make sure we hadn’t being seen before continuing with our run. The roaming search lights cut through our path sometimes and we had to stop for it to pass us by before racing away further and further from the camp. I couldn’t tell how long we’d been running when we came to a stop at two Iroko trees that stood five feet across from each other. I knew this area. This marked the end of the north-east section of the camp. We had run a quarter-mile from the south e
nd where our hostel was situated at and now have arrived here. Beyond the trees was further bush and impenetrable landscape. It was an area we were given strict warning to keep away from. The white boi-slave who talked about how we could avoid being detected said the reason why was because it was one of the few areas the Black Masters hadn’t wired with sensors to detect anyone around. Hugh shined his torch into the forest beyond and could barely make out anything except for the dense shrubs of bushes that was crowded the path. We stood there undecided, though we didn’t say anything. Neither of us knew what lay inside that forest and we were too chicken to find out.