by Damien Dsoul
They both fell silent for a while. Their ears listened to the persisting debauchery of wild sex from the windows above their heads; the smell of pussy and semen too wafted into their nostrils. Caya sensed Edi starting to breath heavy and reckoned she too wanted a taste of what was going on inside.
“I wonder where your brother might be now,” Caya asked the question more to herself.
“they’ve sent him back to the white boi-slave hostel. I haven’t seen him but I know. They’re neutering him tomorrow.”
“Aside from him, how about your sister? Or your parents?”
Edi shook her head. “I haven’t seen either of them. I’m praying that if I’m good, the Masters might take me along to the Arun market and hopefully I might find them there.”
She explained to Caya that the overseers/black Masters often take some slaves along to serve them during the three-day market sale which happens every fortnight. Edi had no idea when the next one was bound to happen, as it didn’t have an actual day and sometimes it had taken more than a fortnight for the next one to happen. Only the black Masters would know, she said to Caya. Caya thought about it and decided the next time she was with Master Amos, she would bring it to his ear; it would be good to see and mingle with other slaves aside from the ones here.
Done with their talking, but most importantly no longer able to stand the sexual urge creeping into them, they hurried into the hostel and went towards the room their roommates/friends were in. The bitch-slaves’ hostel was a free-for-all amongst them - any of them can reside in whichever room they choose to be in. In here there was no such thing as ownership. Under the tutelage and dominion of their black Masters and Mistresses, all bitch-slaves, likewise white boi-slaves were unintitled towards owning nothing, not even the slave clothes which they wore.
Behind other curtained doorways, Caya and Edi observed other bitch-slaves too worshipping black cocks. It was customary that all bitch-slaves share, though there’re some who chose to abhor such rules, although they were subtle about it. Caya had observed such happenings and she too had the same itch. She despised sharing Master Amos with any other, but knew it wasn’t her authority to make such choosing; she could only grumble and do it without anyone hearing, least especially her Master, or she’d get punished for it. She hadn’t attempted it to know, but she knew.
Caya pushed back the curtain of her room. Shawana was bent over on Caya’s bed with the side of her face pressed down on a pillow while a black Master bent her arms behind her backside, held them together with one hand while the other slapped at her butt as he fucked her from behind. She was squealing in ecstasy from it. Her friend Mika was riding a black Master’s cock while the other Master stood be the side holding her head with both hands and fucking her mouth.
Edi pushed Caya aside and rushed to go kneel before the overseer whose cock was jammed down her throat. She knelt submissively before him, panting with excitement with her hands clasped behind her back, looking like a little white girl pleading for an ice cream.
“Black Master, please forgive this bitch-slave kneeling before you. I beg you to fuck my mouth with your lovely black cock, please, sir.”
She flashed her eyes at him. That caught the black Master’s attention. He retrieved his cock out of Mika’s mouth; it glistened and dripped with her saliva. He grabbed the top of Edi’s head like a priest about to give benediction and aimed the head of his prick at her face. Caya came to her side and watched the overseer’s muscled appendage disappear halfway into her mouth and she took his prick from his hand and rolled her lips over his shaft. The black Master pulled Caya’s face roughly towards his and pressed his tongue between her lips and down her throat; she held Edi’s head with her hands and continuously pressed her face towards getting more of the overseer’s prick.
“Yo, slave! Get over her!”
Caya turned around as the other Master fucking Shawana barked at her to come over, which she did. She knelt before him while he went on hammering his cock between her open legs. Shawana wouldn’t stop hollering, and for almost a minute the black Master didn’t cease pounding her pussy and slapping her buttocks repeatedly. He held his head upwards, exhaling thick gulps of air, groaning too.
“Ahhh ...Awwwhhhh ... Awwwhhhh fuck ... HERE IT COMES! Aaaggghhhh!”
He pulled out of Shawana’s pussy; she collapsed on the bed immediately, gasping. The black Master approached Caya with his fist clenched around his dick. Instinctively she opened her mouth and made like the cum-bucket he wanted her to be. The overseer groaned harshly as he plugged her mouth with his dick and unleashed the river of semen from deep within his testicles. He held her jaw open while his other hand remained clenched around his shaft like he was holding a gas pump; he gasped and shook from the action. Caya held her head up dutifully as his load of sperm poured down her throat, hardly stopping to swallow, not until he’d emptied everything into her mouth.
“Swallow that sperm, slave!” the Master ordered her. “That’s good medicine for slave-bitches all over.”
She worked her throat, gulping and licking off ever trace of semen between her lips and tongue. She sucked the Master’s cock too and licked off tiny traces of semen still oozing out his tiny hole. She smiled at him when she was finished.
“Thank you for that lovely dinner, Master,” she said and bowed her head.
Shawana was feeling better now. The other Master was still fucking Mika and when his moment came, Shawana went over and shared the bulk of his load with Mika. Both slaves kissed and licked each other’s face as the overseer gave them a steady facial. They were grateful for it and told the Master so before he and his colleague wore on their clothes and left the room.
Mika lay on her bed fingering her pussy. “That Master’s cock has got my hole bigger now,” she remarked.
“Bitch, your pussy’s so randy you ought to be raped every morning,” said Shawana.
“I doubt if my Master Kamel will agree. I’m so horny for him and he loves punishing me if I even dare upset him.”
“How often do you upset him?” asked Caya from her bed.
“Every time I go over to his quarters. He’s short-tempered and quick with a belt. But he loves my pussy. He says he can’t wait for me to be in heat again.”
Caya looked at her friend Edi who was snoring on a mattress next to her. She thought about the conversation they’d had regarding the Arun market and was about bringing up the subject when there came a wailing-like scream outside their room. It was the cries of someone in terrible pain. Silence fell in the room. The three of them looked at each other, a look of recognition at what the pain was about lit their faces.
“Somebody’s in labour,” Shawana remarked.
At once they left their beds and ran out the curtained doorway into the corridor. Other bitch-slaves too had heard and recognised the cries and were as well out of their rooms and searching for where the voice was coming from. They trooped up the stairs to the top floor and saw other bitch-slaves out of their rooms and gawking into a doorway down the corridor, all of them talking and murmuring and gesturing with excitement. The sound of the slave creaming out pierced their the bedlam of voices.
Caya and her friends were able to make some space past the crowded doorway to see inside the room.
A bitch-slave was in labour. She lay at the far end of the room with three other slaves presiding over her; Margot, the head of the bitch-slaves stood by the foot of the bed patting the slave’s brow with a towel and cooing to her.
“Easy, meine Liebe. Breath easy ... and push, bitch! Push like you want to!”
The bitch-slave was panting like she was on fire at the same time screaming from the pain of childbirth. A cloth was draped over her legs and one of the bitch-slaves knelt between her open legs; all women joined together urging her, yelling at her to push. The slaves gathered at the doorway held their breaths; one ran away and
went and threw up outside but most stood to watch. Most have been through this already and knew what it felt like. For those who hadn‘t, like Caya, she was intruiged, frightened at the same time awed by the process.
The seconds ticked into the minute making it seem like eternity. Caya couldn‘t recall how long it took as Margot and the other women kept prodding the pregnant bitch-slave to push ... but inevitably it happened. There came the familiar sound of a baby‘s fervent cries. The gathered slaves all seemed to glow on wonder as the slave sitting between woman held up her baby, its body glistened from its mother‘s wetness, trailing along an umbillical cord. Margot took out a small knife and severed the cord. She didn‘t throw it away or make like to get rid of it. Although the bitch-slave won‘t no longer know about the baby‘s life from this moment on, she will get to keep the umbillical cord as trophy in remembrance of her new-born if she so desired. Some of the bitch-slaves considered this too fetish and most preferred burying theirs outside and work hard at forcing the thought of their babies out their mind in readiness for the next time such moment comes. and another brought a cloth to wrap around the baby‘s nakedness. The bitch-slaves standing by the doorway, Caya included, all seemed to glow at the precious sight of the baby, especially as they saw that the baby was dark-skinned.
The bitch-slave with the wrapped baby passed it to her who took one look at it and smiled at everyone in the room.
“It’s a boy!” she declared.
That brought rapturous delight to everybody; some gushed with tears. Some of them pushed into the room to get a good look at its precious features, congratulating its mother for making it happen. A while later Margot clapped her hands minutes later signalling the slaves depart to allow the mother get her rest. They were all murmuring to themselves and talking back and forth to each other as the head bitch-slave chased them away to return to their quarters.
“ - such a lovely baby,” one remarked.
“ - black and beautiful. Just like Oma‘s baby of last month.”
“ - wrong. Oma had twins!”
“ - mine will be like hers. I‘m a month in already.”
“ - a boy! Think of it: he will grow into a handsome, strong black Master and have his own harem of white slaves to serve under him.”
“ - he was born under a lucky star.”
“ - can‘t wait to have my black Master‘s baby. I owe him that.”
“ - so horny right now. I wish that was my baby!”
Caya and her friends gushed about it as they went down the stairs back to their room. Edi had woken up and was bleary-eyed and yawning when they returned into the room and Caya came and laid back on her bed.
“I heard the commotion,” Edi said to her. “What did I miss?”
“One of the bitch-slaves upstairs just delivered,” Caya said to her.
“For real? Damn, why did I miss that.”
She fell back on her mattress and was back to snoring once again. Across the room Shawana and Mika lay beside each other. Their limbs and faces inches from actually embracing each other. Caya lay on her side thinking about her impending period, of the baby that some day she too will be giving birth to. Most especially she thought of her black Master Amos and slept off with the thought that he too was thinking of her as well.
***
Two days later, having been summoned to her Master‘s quarters after she‘d finished her morning work, Caya knocked on Master Amos‘ door and waited. She heard his voice from within tell her to come in. She opened the door and then got down on her knees and crawled into his apartment.
Master Amos was in his living room packing a big knapsack bag. He wore combat pants and a sleeveless hunting jacket; a knife and a gun rested in separate holsters on his belt. Caya stooped by the edge of his living room carpet and remained on her knees, waiting for his instruction.
He spoke coldly without looking at her. “Mistress Tiffany has some slaves she wants to trade in for others at Arun market. I want you to come along. Run back to your hostel and collect anything you want to take with you and meet me in front of the main building. You have twenty minutes.”
She bowed her head at him, inwardly smiling at herself. “Thank you, Master. I will join you soon.”
She crawled out of his apartment and closed the door, got back to her knees and ran in the direction of the bitch-slaves hostel with such happiness in her mind. She was finally going to see what the Arun market was about. Mika was the only one in the room; Shawana and Edi were out separately attending to their daily chores. She was lying on the bed fucking herself with a black Master-shaped dildo when Caya came in.
“What‘s got you looking so excited?” Mika asked.
“I‘m following my Master to Arun market right this minute. I need a blanket and a spare loin cloth in case we have to spend the night.”
“Don‘t worry, you will.” Mika threw a spare blanket at her. “Arun market is usually a three-to four day thing. Sometimes I hear its even lasted up to a week, depending on how much slaves are being traded. And there will be places for you to sleep, you need not take the blanket with you. But go ahead and have fun.”
“You‘ve been to it before, haven‘t you?” Caya asked while searching around for a nylon bag. Finding one, she began throwing her few toiletries into it.
“Yes, I have. It‘s something every bitch-slave and white boi-slave gets to experience, though there‘s some who haven‘t. Have fun while you‘re there.”
Mika resumed fucking her cunt with the black Master dildo, leaving Caya to hurriedly search around for whatever she could take with herself before then bolting out the room. She waved and exchanged greetings with several bitch-slaves she‘d become friendly with as she stepped out of the hostel and headed in the direction of the main house.
She came around to the front of the mansion and saw the three vehicles parked at the wide circle in front of the mansion. The one in front was a Range Rover jeep and the other a battered-looking truck. On the bucket seat of the battered truck was a big cage with a zinc roofing. Inside the cage, grouped together like sardines in a can were a selection of white boi-slaves and a few bitch-slaves as well. The third vehicle was another jeep, this one carried several overseers, all fully decked in amour and uniform. Caya wasn‘t the only bitch-slave travelling with the entourage; there were two others and they were told to climb into the third jeep and remain in their place; Caya figured her Master was in the first jeep as she didn‘t see him in the third. She looked at the caged slaves as she approached the third vehicle and thought she recognised one of the white bois in the cage.
It was Uba, her friend‘s brother, Stephen.
She entered the jeep along with the other two bitch-slaves. Within minutes the vehicles started their engines and then drove around the circle and headed in the direction of the long road leading towards the main gate of the large plantation compound.
ARUN MARKET
I became pregnant my first night at Arun market. By the time most of you get to read this story I would have given birth. Already I have a name for the child, be it a boy or girl - I pray for a boy though - I will call him (or her) Arun, after the market. It’s only fitting that he (she) answers the name of the place where he (she) was conceived. Unfortunately I won’t be able to mother him (her) when that happens, but from seeing how other bitch-slaves have been made to handle it, that with the undiluted teachings of Mistress Ogun’s teachings, I know my baby will grow to have a happy type of life and will be as manly, strong and handsome just like my Black Master Amos is.
It’s unbelievable how the days are fast running. I haven’t been here up to a month yet, but it feels like I’ve been living this sort of life for an even longer time. There’s that yearning pleasure I get whenever I wake up in the morning and after showering I head out to morning devotion and lessons, and after getting something to eat, I’m off to check which
ever work schedule I have waiting for me. I’ve always considered myself a lazy slob, but that was in my former life. A life I seldom think of anymore, though there are moments when I recall snatches and indelible moments of it. I do remember myself as once being lazy, nonchalant at stuff, putting on airs whenever it suited me. I’m not ashamed to look back on all of that now and realise a lot have changed since I arrived here. I have changed, and every bitch-slave here too is kind of like a sister to me. We’re not allowed to mingle with the white boi-slaves too much. Even when we do, neither of us harbour any attraction towards them ... except further order them around.
My parents too have changed. Somehow it shamed me to actually realize that ... but they have. And for the best, it seems. At least that’s what I assume when I saw them.
***
It was a whole day’s ride to the town of Arun, where the famous market was situated at. The journey alternated between being a smooth ride on concrete road and other times they took short-cuts veering off the main road and taking backward tracks through bushy fields and landscapes through rugged countryside. Sometimes they drove past a village and often had to stop to eat from the food trunks the black Masters had packed in the back of the third truck; Caya and her fellow bitch-slaves were assigned the task of feeding the slaves in the second van. She took food on a plate and offered it to Uba. He made like he didn’t recognise her and she too didn’t break any hint at calling at his name; that would lead to her being punished, she knew this.
The sun rode with them. The heat poured down on the vehicles as they drove through the rugged terrain. The air-conditioner in the cars helped keeping them warm, though sometimes the Masters switched it off and they would wound their windows down and let the strong hot air and wild dust in.
Their second stop was at a stream not far from a village. They met a trio of Fulani cattle herders there; their heard of cattle grazed from the bush nearby and some drank from the stream. One of the overseers stripped down and took one of the bitch slaves to the stream and fucked her in the water. Caya went to where Master Amos sat in the passenger seat of the first jeep eating an apple and he allowed her to suck his cock and minutes later came in her mouth; he promised fucking her once they’d settled in Arun.
