by Damien Dsoul
“You both dare to run away,” she said ominously, her voice loud enough for everyone around to hear. “After all I’ve done, you both dare to disrespect my kindness like this?”
The bitch slave shook with tears, she couldn’t stop sniffling. “Mistress, I wasn’t actually running ... I’m sorry ... I’m sorry.”
“You’re not sorry, bitch-slave. You purposely did the one thing I expected neither of you would ever do. You and this white boi slave here are going to suffer for it.”
The white boi slave too sat on his knees. His hands were bound together with rope; he had several bruises on his back and his body was partly covered with dust. Obviously he had put up some bit of a fight before they overpowered him. Caya kept pushing through till she stood in the front line of the slave crowd. She looked at the bitch slave and the white boi and something clicked in the back of her mind. She looked at them and thought that she recognised them. The bitch-slave was brunette. Caya caught her eyes when she turned her head in her direction, and right away she knew whom the bitch-slave was.
It was her friend, Elaine.
And the white boi-slave: that was her younger brother, Stephen.
My God! What were they doing trying to escape?
“So now you’re apologetic, aren’t you?” Mistress Tiffany gazed down at the bitch-slave. “You seek my forgiveness after you’ve disobeyed it. You think you’re special, that you’re the person you once were. You forget that you’re nothing but a slave. You and this insolent white-boi next to you.” As if to emphasize her point, she kicked at the white boi-slave who then fell to the side on his shoulder. Her voice raged with anger. “You forget that in here, you like all the other slaves here are nothing but ants, and you dare defy my law to run away. You are going to beg for my forgiveness, alright. Starting with the white boi.”
Mistress Tiffany indicated at two of the black Masters who slung their rifles across their shoulder and roughly picked the white boi-slave up and led him towards a nearby tree. Everybody’s eyes followed him as they cut his bounds and another black Master pushed his way through the crowd and approached them carrying a bundle of rope on his shoulder. They unfurled the rope and tied the white boi to the tree with it. Everybody watched as the white boi-slave was now secured to the tree, unable to move a muscle. Caya didn’t want to watch. The thought of seeing someone whom she once knew about to be punished brought gall to her throat.
Mistress Tiffany turned to the crowd and addressed them: “Let this be a lesson to either one of you bitches and slaves who ever dare think of some day escaping my land!”
She loosened the horse whip from her waistline and snapped it on the ground, raising a small cloud of dust. The horse whip was lengthy - what Caya later learned was called a kobojo - and its tip divided into five separate tentacles. She waved it above her head and a momentous hush fell on the crowd, followed by an outcry of ‘Ahhhh’, as she lashed the white-slave boi with it. The koboko’s tentacles wrapped around the slave’s body and left red welts on his flesh each time she flogged him with it. The white boi-slave screamed aloud from each lash; his body became taut. He struggled from his bounds but it was worthless. The bitch-slave crawled to the Mistress and kissed her feet.
“My Mistress, please ... please, I’m begging you ...” she cried as she begged. She hugged the Mistress’ feet, each word out of her mouth a torrent of fear and trepidation.
The black Mistress stopped to kick the bitch-slave off her foot. “Get away from me, bitch! Watch this and get ready, because you’re next.”
Two of the soldiers came and held her back. She was still kicking and screaming and begging and yelling but her cries went unanswered as lash after lash the Mistress rained her kuboko on the hapless white boi-slave’s backside, turning his backside into a mascara of blood and peeling flesh. Eventually the white boi-slave fainted. The Mistress signalled her men to cut him down. They did so and then led him away. Two other black Masters pulled the bitch-slave towards the trees and she was still screaming even as they bound her arms with the same rope that had been on the white boi’s arms; the ground under her feet bore evidence of the white boi-slave’s blood. She remained like that hugging the tree, crying at the same time. Caya felt pity for her and kept observing the faces of the other slaves standing next to her, perturbed that their faces carried no such emotion as that she felt.
“Please, forgive me, Mistress,” the bitch-slave kept on begging for mercy, whimpering with tears. Sputtering her fear. “I promise to be good.”
“You will be good when I’m done with you, slave,” the Mistress snapped her koboko on the ground. “This time, you will stay good.”
She swirled the horse whip above her head and snapped it on the bitch-slave’s backside, drawing a simultaneous “Uhhhh’ and ‘Ahhhh” sound from the crowd as the bitch-slave too screamed out from the contact. Her cries echoed even louder than the white boi-slaves’ cries. Caya listened to the whirl of the horsewhip hitting her backside a second time and wasn’t thinking when she pushed through the crowd to put a stop to what was happening.
“STOP!” she yelled out.
A hush of silence fell abruptly like the hand of God. The black Mistress had her hand poised to strike the bitch-slave’s backside one more time when she too halted her action and turned towards Caya, angry at being interrupted.
“How dare you?” she exploded.
All eyes now were on Caya. She stood there for a second, undecided with what next to do; two of the black Masters had un-slung their rifles. The crowd watched with anticipation at whatever next was about to happen. Caya ran towards the black Mistress and knelt before her feet and kissed the boot, talking as fast as she could without daring to look up at her Mistress. Her body shook with fear at what she’d just committed.
“Black Mistress, I remain your slave, Caya. I beg you to forgive the bitch-slave for her actions. I beg that I be the one to take over her punishment. Please, allow me to take her place.”
Black Mistress Tiffany raised an eyebrow at this. She looked at the crowd, sizing up their faces then looked back at Caya, she too undecided about this. She looked at the whimpering figure that was the bitch-slave still tied to the tree. Two of her soldiers approached but she indicated at them to stop. Then a figment of a smile came to her lips.
“Bitch-slave Caya, tell me honestly, do you know of this bitch-slave who tried escaping from me? Do not lie to me. Do you know her?”
Caya was afraid to answer the question but knew now she had no choice as she nodded her head.
“Yes, black Mistress, I know of her. But in a former life. I know not what her slave name is.”
“And the white boi-slave, do you know of him too?”
“Yes, my Mistress. I know them both. Please forgive me for this.”
Caya hugged the Mistress’ feet, her body steeled for the imminent lashing she reckoned was about to rain down on her.
The Mistress instead lowered her hand holding the horsewhip and ordered her two soldiers to cut down the bitch-slave and return her to her quarters. The crowd made way as they dragged the bitch-slave away.
“You, come with me,” the Mistress ordered Caya.
She rolled back her koboko around her waistline and followed a few steps behind the black Mistress as she returned to her mansion. The crowd watched them walk away, and finding nothing further interesting they too began to disperse.
***
Black Mistress Tiffany strutted with the grace of a panther. Her hips, thighs, and every part of her frame moved almost in perfect synchronicity as she went up the steps and stepped into the foyer of her grand mansion. A soldier standing there handed her two pairs of leash, the ends of which were tied to the collar of a white bitch-slave and a boi-slave. Caya paused as she came up the steps and gasped as she as well recognised the two persons kneeling before the black Mistress. It was the newlywed couple
who had journeyed with her and her parents to the camp resort: Shania and James Legonias.
The black Mistress pulled them along as she walked further into her palatial home. She turned to look if Caya was coming along.
“Hurry along, slave,” she snapped at her. “Don’t make me look for you again.”
Caya apologized as followed behind the Mistress who in turn pulled her two pets along. The bitch-slave and white boi-slave crawled along towards their Mistress, both wearing a torture choker face masks with a red ball caught between their mouths. They were both naked; the white boi slave was missing his penis - circumcision. Caya followed a few steps behind while two soldiers trailed behind her, their rifles locked and loaded in their hands.
Mistress Tiffany turned towards the left and stepped into a large living room; a bitch-slave and a white boi-slave stood there waiting for her and bowed their heads as she walked past them. She dropped the leashes and the white newlywed couple stopped too and remained on their knees; Caya entered the room and knelt at a corner while the bitch-slave at the doorway went and fetched the Mistress a glass of wine and brought it to her. The other white boi-slave came forward as well and knelt in front of the Mistress just as she sat down on couch and crossed her feet on top the white boi-slave’s backside. The white bitch-slave brought a saucer plate filled with grapes and gave them to the Mistress before kneeling beside the couch awaiting whatever next instructions was coming. Mistress Tiffany took two of the grape seeds and threw them on the floor towards the kneeling white pets. Neither made any attempt at rushing for the seeds.
Mistress Tiffany turned to look at Caya. “I despise being interrupted by anyone, slave. Next time you attempt such again, it will be your last. Understand me?”
“Yes, Mistress, I understand.”
She sipped her wine and ate some grapes. “What do you think of my lovely pets?” she indicated at the newlyweds. “You recognise them, don’t you? I see that look in your eyes, just like you recognised the bitch who tried escaping my flock.”
“Yes, Mistress, in my former life, I recognise them.”
“It’s not often I send my henchmen to find we married couples but I was glad he succeeded this time. They make for a perfect pair of golden retrievers. Of course, I have to keep them on a leash with their mouths shut whenever I’m not in the mood to play with them. Be a good slave and undo their torture belts from their mouths.”
Caya went behind the white boi-slave and the bitch-slave pets and removed the torture collar from their faces. The Mistress indicated at the grapes she’d thrown on the floor and together the newlyweds scooped them up and eat them. They licked the floor as well before returning to their former position.
“Thank you, Mistress,” the announced simultaneously.
“How do you see that, slave? Isn’t it good having trained pets in the house? You should be around to see them fetch me the news papers. They both enjoy taking it from the ass too. But that is for another day. What most concerns me now is you. Perhaps you will make for a good house slave. Have you been giving any troubles to your black Master?”
“No, Mistress.”
“How soon do you bleed, bitch-slave?”
Caya was at first puzzled by the question, but it quickly came to her: “Ten days from now, Mistress.”
“Excellent. Your Master must be aware of this and you must notify him immediately should he forget. Although knowing Master Amos, I know he won’t. I am having a feast several weeks from now. I will place a notice regarding it. Report to your head bitch-slave when that happens. She will tell you what is expected of you.”
Caya bowed her head and left after the Mistress had dismissed her.
***
Master Amos’ cock pushed past the folds of her pussy and bitch-slave Caya lay on her back and took it all. She was in his quarters once again. She has no idea how long she had been here, although through his window the sky was growing dark. He had been fucking her for more than an hour now, had shot his load twice inside her, and from the looks of it he didn’t seem to be getting tired. She couldn’t believe it. Not that she had had sex before prior to this, but she’d expected he would be growing weaker by now. It amazed her ... and excited her at the same time. She was in the abode, in the ownership of a superior man. Every part of his being coming alive as he thrust his prick inside her, going all the way. It still hurt her each time he fucked her roughly. The pain of her vagina screamed at her and still her mind and her body both were in demand for what he was offering to her. They craved it throb of his prick filling every inch of her hole. Each thrust from him and a pocket of air caught in her throat, thinking that he was smashing her to death. Yes, this was death she was going through. Each pounding he gave her was the tip of a dagger piercing her chest, digging deeper into the beating muscle box that was her heart. She panted; her breath coughed out air; her arms ran over her black Master’s backside, felt his sweaty backside; her legs rose and entwined themselves over his backside. She struggled to establish coital rhythm with him. He was massive, too strong for her. His arms grasped under her body and he grabbed hold of her arms as he pulled himself up. Caya reckoned he could crush her arms like a twig and she wished he would. She prayed for death. She demanded for anything to free her from this exquisite pleasure, this exquisite pain she was getting. Her soul raged with a fire she’d never had before. She loved the throb of his cock pushing harder, fucking her deeper. Her Master pressed his head against her shoulder. He bit on her shoulder while still groaning into her ear. She cried from the pain. The pain merged with the pain in her cunt. It hurt her. She loved it. Her hands pressed down on his head, willing him to bite her once more. She wanted him to draw blood. She loved the feel of his lips, his tongue, sliding over her skin. Her hands ran over his backside, grasped her Master’s buttocks and urged him to take her pain away, to fuck her harder and harder. She kept on hollering his name.
“I love ... Uhhhhggghhh ... I love your black cock, Master!”
“You want that cock, don’t you, slave?” her Master growled into her ear.
“Ohhh yes! Yes, Master! Fuck me, Master! Bite me again! I want your teeth on me!”
Black Master Amos sucked on her ear lobe and bit down on it. Caya cried from the pain; she loved the pain.
He pulled up from her, gasping with a wild boar, but never losing momentum from sinking his cock deep into her pussy. A moment later he pulled out of her and pushed her legs to the side and fingered her anal hole. He didn’t need a lube to get her ass wet. He inched towards her side and pushed the head of his prick against the puckered hole of her ass. Caya held the bed’s headboard and held her breath as her Master thrust hard into her anal hole. He lay on his shoulder behind her, held her leg up and proceeded to fuck her ass as he would her pussy. He gritted his teeth from the muscles of her ass pressing against his shaft. It hurt them both and yet it was exhilarating. Her Master grabbed at her hair and pulled her face backwards. She loved the feel of his breath against her neckline and shoulder. He bite down on her neckline; she cried from it. Her hand caressed his head - she didn’t want him to stop. She pushed her ass back against him. His cock tore through her anal hole like it wasn’t hers. His cock slipped out of her hole. She reached down between her legs and tucked it back inside.
“My black cock loves you!” he groaned.
“Yes, Master ... I love your black cock, too!”
He came to his knees and pulled her over to lie on her face. His fixed his cock into her pussy and was fucking her harder and faster. He pressed himself on top of her, breathing heavily against her face while pressing hers down on his bed sheet. Caya had lost count of how many times she had climaxed. Everything seemed to spin before her eyes as another horrendous climax screamed through her body. Her Master pulled his cock out of her pussy and he slapped her buttocks repeatedly till she got what he wanted and reached her hands behind to part her ass cheek
s for him. He fingered her anal hole again and grunted as he burrowed the head of his prick inside her second hole and resumed fucking her. Minutes later she felt a burning sensation inside her ass. Seconds after that he held her to himself and he ejaculated into her anal hole.
“Such a good bitch-slave you are,” he said to her before sliding off her.
Caya remained as she was, gasping uncontrollably. Her hands still held spread her ass cheeks and her anal muscles pumped out her Master’s cum out of her orifice. She turned to look at Master Amos who lay on his back breathing deeper as well; their air in the room was fervent with their love-making and their body heat.
“Thank you, Master,” she said to him.
“That’s a good bitch-slave,” he replied. He ran his hand over her rump, gave her buttocks a good squeeze. He rubbed his finger in his river of cum that was still oozing out of her anus and brought it to her lips to lick clean.
“A good slave receives always what her Master has to give to her. She remains humble in heart and spirit.”
“I feel like a different woman, Master Amos.”
“That you should feel. But keep it in check. Other slaves find out about this and they will get jealous of what you have. When you have life growing in you, then you will get to know what it’s like.”
