by Damien Dsoul
“You’re going to learn some manners, bitch!” his eyes burned into hers. “And I’m going to teach you some right now.”
He came out of the room, his hand still holding a fist-full of her hair, pulling her along. Catherine wouldn’t stop screaming, begging him to let her go. Other white slaves cleared a path as the black master pulled her outside and threw her to the ground. Catherine grazed the side of her thigh on the earth. The black man unfurled the horsewhip and whipped it out, cracking the air with it. He came and pulled Catherine up and brought her towards a tree.
“Hug the tree, slave! NOW!” he ordered her; his voice growled with menace.
“NOOOO ... PLEASE, PLEASE ... I’M SORRY, MASTER! I’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN - ”
“Too late for that, bitch. This will make you learn faster next time you disobey.”
The black man instructed two other female slaves to come and hold her arms to the tree. The women came without question and grabbed both of Catherine’s arms and pulled her against the tree till her face pressed against it. She was crying at the same time begging for what was about to happen.
“Please! I’m begging you, master ... AIIIEEEE!”
The whip cracked upon her backside with such rawness of force Catherine felt it rip through her skin like lightning. The touch of the whip reverberated all over her body with excruciating hurt unlike any she’d had before. Her body went taut and yet the women held her tight against the tree. She screamed once more when the whip landed on her backside. The black man shouldered the whip and came to her, grabbing her hair and pulling her face backward to speak to her.
“As long as you’re here, bitch, you will remember your place and remember to do what’s expected of you. I will let you off now.”
He turned away from her the other slaves let go of Catherine’s hands and hurried to attend to the black Master’s needs. The women just about grappled with each other as they knelt before him to suck his cock while he stood there under the glare of the sun holding the horse whip in his hand looking like the black Master he ought to be. One of them crouched under his legs and sucked at his balls. He pulled one of the bitch-slaves up and dragged her along to wherever he was heading. Catherine collapsed to the ground, mumbling to herself, still reeling from the pain that was all around her. She didn’t know when she passed out, and in a way it was a good thing she didn’t.
***
There was a stinging sensation coming from her backside. In her dream she saw the black man searing her body with the horsewhip. When her cries didn’t keep him at bay, he approached her with a knife in his hand. She knew what he meant to do with it and fought to be away from his grasp. He brought the knife to her left breast and began to cut into her flesh ...
Catherine screamed herself awake. Her head pushed up from the bed on which she lay, but a hand calmed her down and told her to remain still. She turned her head and saw Shawana seated beside her stitching her skin up with a needle and thread. Catherine felt the stinging pain once again and she groaned from it; Shawana told her to be quiet. She turned her head and looked out the window above her head and saw the night sky out of it. They were back in the room; the other slave girl who’d earlier been fucking the black Master sat Indian-style on one of the other beds across watching them. Shawana told Catherine her name was Mika.
“How long did I pass out?” she asked Shawana.
“Long enough. Don’t know how long though,” she cut a string of thread with her teeth and resumed her work. “But that serves you right for what you did.”
“That will teach you,” Mika said to her from across the room. “Stupid bitch-slave like you nearly brought the house down on all of us here with your stuck-up attitude.”
Catherine was stunned, looking back and forth at each of them. “What do you mean stuck-up? I told you I’ve never sucked any man’s cock before.”
“Fucking hurray on you,” Mika chided her. She was a thick-haired blonde with fleshy skin. She had large pair of eyes and pouting lips which now gave her the outlook of a fiery witch as she snapped at Catherine. “And I guess we’d have to light us a candle for you, don’t we, since you ain’t never sucked no man’s cock before. You think that gives you the bullshit right to come down here with your sassy attitude to do whatever you want just because you ain’t never done this or that before. You’d better get with the program, bitch-slave!”
Shawana turned to her. “Come on, Mika, that’s enough. I think the bitch has got the point.”
Mika looked at Shawana. That seemed to help defuse her anger somewhat. She pointed a finger at Catherine and said: “Pull that sort of stunt one more time, bitch-slave, and I’m going to be the one who gets to cut your tits off. And I’ll do both.”
She flung aside the curtain that hung over the doorway and marched out of the room. Shawana went back to attending to Catherine’s wounds.
“Don’t worry, she’ll calm down and be liking you afterwards. I hope you’ve learnt some mighty lesson today.”
“I don’t know,” Catherine moaned helplessly, still feeling the impact of the horsewhip on her backside. It was a trauma she knew wasn’t ever going to fade from her mind; it hurt more than the sting from the needle Shawana was using on her back. The sight of her begging and yet feeling the whip coming down on her, followed by her passing out was enough to keep her afraid of whatever else might be in store for her.
“I’m going to tell you this one time, bitch-slave,” said Shawna with a matter-of-fact voice. “None of the others were happy hearing about what you did, and I can tell you right now you’ve got more enemies here with that single act than you can make friends. All what Mika said to you, it might sound funny but I’d take her word serious if I were you, because if she don’t succeed to cut your tits off should you make a slip-up like this one more time, then it’ll be me. There, you’re all done. I’ve stitched your wounds up. There’s some local ointment you can apply to it whenever you’re taken your shower. Do the same to the bruise on your leg as well.”
Shawana got up, taking with her the needle and a bottle of iodine she had used to clean her wounds. She had done a decent job of stitching the few cuts on her backside and reckoned that by the time the week was over it would have healed.
“Please, Shawana, my name is Catherine. Stop calling me this ‘bitch-slave’ thing you and the other girls are used to.”
This produced laughter from her friend who then turned around to face her.
“I’m not going to stop calling you bitch-slave, because down in this world, that’s what you’re going to be like what Mistress Tiffany said, so better get used to it. By tomorrow you’ll be getting your slave name, you’ll be getting a black Master for a mentor, and your slave duties assignment too. Your snatch hasn’t had a cock in it yet, and that’s going to be the duty of your Master to break you in. Once that’s done, you’re going to start keeping record of when your cycle comes and you’re going to leave yourself open for breeding. But don’t worry. Tomorrow, Margot, the head bitch-slave will give you a proper initiation into the dos and don’ts in here. Do you hear all what I just told you?”
“My God,” Catherine moaned petulantly. “I have a life, for God’s sake.”
“Yes, so too did all of us. It’s gone now. Don’t think about going back to it, because that’s never going to happen. This here is where you’re at. Goodnight, bitch-slave. Don’t worry about turning off the light - it goes off at midnight.”
Shawana went to one of the beds and lay on it. Catherine still lay on her face, too afraid to turn over on her backside which usually was the way she preferred to sleep. Shawana lay on her right shoulder, her back facing her; within seconds Catherine could head the sound of her snoring. Just like that, she was asleep. She rested her head on her pillow contemplating her fate and how her tomorrow would be like. She thought of her parents, wondered whatever might have become of t
hem. She wondered if whomever it was that had bought them has as well taken them to some place just like this. She thought about her friends, Elaine and Kirss and of their brother Stephen, the newlywed couple who’d been on the retreat with them along with her friend’s parents. She wondered if they too were suffering the same fate she was now ... maybe things were better for them. How she missed her Mom so much right now ... her Dad too. Tears welled up in her eyes as in her mind she said a prayer for them, hopping they weren’t being harmed at all.
The night came and she slept off and woke up in the morning still in the plantation camp, still hurting from the wound her friend had sewn up. If she thought she was going to wake up to find herself back at the resort ... she was mistaken. She stayed in bed much of the day letting her wound heal up. Shawana and Mika and other bitch-slaves came into the room and later left. Some made conversation with her; others eyed her balefully at her last night’s actions.
That evening outside their door came the patter of feet walking to and fro along with the sound of female voices; sometimes she caught the whimpering voice of a woman begging someone to fuck her hard; in another room she could hear a similar activity going on. The building had turned into a bordello of carnal fucking. She shut her eyes and tried to make sleep come to her when she heard the curtain open and in walked another female whom she hadn’t met before. Catherine watched with an eye open as the female white slave led a black Master to her bed. The overseer was a sturdy fellow wearing a t-shirt and shorts. In one quick motion she was out of her flimsy slave outfit and stood naked before him. The Master led her without words to the nearest bed. Shawana who’d earlier been sleeping heard the sound of loving making in the room. She came awake and saw the black overseer fucking the slave-bitch and immediately came down from the bed and knelt before them. She fingered herself as she watched them fuck. Catherine pretended to be asleep but her eyes didn’t miss any image of what she was seeing.
The black Master had a white shirt on which he hung over the back of his head to concentrate properly on his fucking.
“Master,” Shawana caressed the black man’s leg. “Master, you’re so beautiful. Master, can I please taste your cock?”
The black overseer was still pounding the white slave and stopped to take out his cock and offer it to Shawana to clean up. She stroked his cock while deep-throating him, thanked him for it and offered to insert his cock back into the bitch-slave’s pussy. The black man fucked the bitch-slave from behind for a while before pulling out of her. Catherine watched as Shawana hurriedly came forward and took hold of his cock even before it was out of the other slave’s pussy and sucked it, practically worshipped his prick. The black man sat on the bed and Shawana and the other slave fought over his cock. Both took turns sucking his dick while the other played with his balls sac. The Master cursed both women while at the same time pressed their faces down on his dick. He pushed both of them off him and reached for Shawana and made her straddle his cock. She did the work for him - took his cock and inserted it under her cunt and lowered herself down on him. She rode his back cock like it was the only thing she wanted, mouthing out words Catherine had erstwhile only heard from watching porn movies with her boyfriend back home.
“Awwhhh Master, take that pussy! Fuck this slave-bitch’s pussy ... tear it up! Slap my ass, Master ... Fuck me as you fuck all white slaves ... Uhhggghhhh ... ripe my pussy! I want your black Master dick in my ass too!”
She kept on mouthing expletives while her ass bounced and grind don hard on the black man’s cock. The man too applied some roughness to her body: he slapped her face repeatedly and to Catherine’s amazement, Shawana seemed to enjoy it. He slapped her butt and slipped a finger into a anal hole while she kept on grooving against his thighs. Shawana wouldn’t stop screaming with excitement; she wanted the black Master to hurt her, use her however way he wanted. She was nothing but a slave - her pussy and asshole was his to use. The other slave bitch wanting to be of use came and sat over the man’s face and offered him her pussy to eat while his cock slammed upward into Shawana’s pussy.
“Get off me, bitch! Let me fuck my main slave’s pussy.”
The overseer pushed Shawana off him and got the other slut to come down and ride him. She rode him the other way around, her legs straddled his thigh as Shawana grabbed the man’s cock and aligned it into her hole as she rested down on him. She too murmured a squeal of delight and rode his back cock in a frenzy. She grabbed at her tits and pulled at them hard while she bounced up and down on his prick. The bitch-slave caught Catherine’s eye and smiled at her as she went on rocking the man’s cock alternately, doing it side to side, then half standing up to let him pump his cock harder into her. Shawana knelt in front of her and sucked on the master’s balls; she moaned in her throat and the sound of her suckling added with the uproar in the room. Catherine watched all of this from where she lay and though she made like one not moving a muscle, she found herself eerily moved by the activity.
The man was gasping in rhythm with the fucking going on. The moment came and he declared he was about to cum. The bitch-slave riding him sensed this and she too was groaning harder as she kept slamming down on his shaft; Shawana ate her pussy and within moments the slave exploded with her evident cry of orgasmic climax. The man groaned with a hurt bull and the bitch-slave climbed down from him and she and Shawana brought their faces to his cock and waited anxiously as the man stroked his cock and seconds later hollered another loud cry as a jet-stream of semen shot out of his cock like a projectile. It splattered on the bitch-slave’s nose. She murmured a sighing sound and she and Shawana inched closer to catch the other droplets and took turns cleaning the black man’s cock. The man caressed their head, murmured what terrific bitch-slaves they were as they went on kissing and sucking on his cock even as it went from being sturdy to a deflated form. Shawana pulled the bitch-slave closer and licked the cum off her nose and then shared it with her in a frenzied kiss. When they were done, they moved aside, still on their knees, and bowed before the black master like Japanese Geishas would.
“Thank you very much, Master,” they murmured simultaneously.
The man didn’t bother acknowledging them. He waited till his strength was back before getting up. The women pulled his shorts up his thigh and the bitch-slave knelt in front of him and buttoned his shorts for him.
“The two of you report to my office tomorrow,” the Master told them then walked out of the room.
Catherine’s eyes followed the man as he pushed aside the curtain and stepped out of the room. Shawana and the other slave shared a burst of giggles as if they’d won the grand prize at the lottery or something close to it. It won’t be till morning that Catherine would find out that somehow they actually had, for the black master who’d just fucked them was one of the top slave masters in the plantation, and it was a rare thing for him to pick a favourite slave from amongst the lot. His name was Oba.
Shawana and the other slave-bitch as if to celebrate their prize took turns eating each other’s pussy. Catherine watched Shawana lie on her back on the bed while the other bitch-slave held her legs open and pressed her face on her cunt. Catherine felt an itch down between her legs. She slipped her hand there and felt her juice seeping out her legs between her thighs.
BITCH-SLAVE CAYA
Life went like a blur before my eyes. I don’t know why or how. How do you get to explain to anyone out in the world that you’ve just been auctioned out to a black Mistress and Master, and that the life you once had is yours no longer. It feels like a dream, it sounds even ridiculous to believe. My life as I once knew was never going to return to me anymore. No one was going to come to my aid and rescue me from the nightmare I was in. The other white slaves have been there months and years before me and they had learned to accept what they now were. I thought at first they’d been drugged or something, that there was something in the food they ate that turned their minds, but nothing like
such was true. Who was I to think I wouldn’t end up likewise?
The early days took some getting used to: it was like learning to walk for the first time. Shawana had explained to me that first night what was expectant of me. A part of me at the time thought she was making it all up, that it was all nonsense. But a part of me took it serious, and I should, after all, I had suffered some punishment that first day at the plantation. Some of the other bitch-slaves knew of what happened and considered me back news. It took a while for me to get used to the life ...
Even now, a part of me still thinks it’s all a dream.
***
The woman who sat in the small office behind the desk wearing similar slave outfit of native bra and panties had a stern look about her face when Catherine walked in the following morning and presented herself to her. Her name was Margot and she was the head bitch-slave of the females in the plantation; the white-boi slaves (as the men were referred to) as well have their own head, although very little separated them from the rest, since as long as they were here, they too were slaves and made to perform the same exercise and work as the rest did. However they maintained some strong bond with the head black Masters which afforded them some leeway.
Margot was in her forties, head clean-shaved, and seemed to carry a perpetual sneer on her features except when she was servicing any of the Masters. She had an ample bosom, this Catherine noted at the sight of her breasts wanting to fall out of her bra, and from what Shawana had mentioned to her before she left the room, she was one of several white women who had actually heard about this place and of the activity going on here and had left everything behind in her hometown in Germany and journeyed here to be ‘Black-Owned’ by Mistress Tiffany and her husband, Master Wale.
She sized Catherine up and down from behind a pair of half-framed glasses; her lips snorted.
“So you’re the latest bitch-slave that’s been causing us some trouble lately,” she said. “I heard about what you did yesterday. You’re glad Master Amos was gentle with you when he gave you three lashes. Had I been there, I’d have made sure he gave you ten. Beat some sense into your dumb brain to refuse a black man next time he offers his cock to you.”
