by Damien Dsoul
“I will, Mom. Take care, Dad.”
She waved at them before turning to leave. In her mind she wondered whatever it might be that her Mom wanted to tell her that had Dad refused allowing. She’d said it was someone. Who could it be?
There was an orgy going on in one of the other Master’s room when she returned. There was drinks all around, and aside from her Master and the other overseers they had arrived with, there were two other black Masters there and more bitch-slaves attending to their sexual needs; one of the bitch-slaves was at the moment sucking her Master Amos’ cock. Wherever there are black Masters around, bitch-slaves are so eager to please them: to be fucked by them and to swallow their semen or have their semen fill up their pussy hole. Caya watched the slave sucking her Master’s cock and was immediately jealous and went to wash her hands before returning to join them.
Caya asked her Master’s permission to join in, which he allowed. He told her to climb up on the chair and sit on his face, which she did. The other went on munching on his black meat. She took compensation from her Master’s tongue slipping and pulling at her pussy. Another of the bitch-slaves came to her and sucked on her tits. Caya struggled not to fall off her balance. The other slave sucking her Master’s cock got up and mounted him and she too was now eating her pussy too; Caya was overwhelmed by the triple action happening to her she climaxed right away.
The room was redolent of semen, pussy juice and sweat. The bitch-slaves all rode their black Masters and took turns massaging their pussies, thirsting for more. There were more bitch-slaves and not enough Masters to go around for them; some had to eat the other bitch-slave’s pussy or tits and await their turn to have any black cock available. One of the overseer lifted a bitch-slave that was riding him and stood up and was slamming his prick in and out of her cunt. Another slave knelt underneath and caressed his upper thigh. One time his prick slipped out of the bitch’s pussy. The kneeling one rolled his cock in her mouth, sucked on it good then returned it back into the slave-bitch’s pussy he was still carrying.
Master Amos had Caya and another bitch-slave kneeling on a couch and took turns fucking them from behind. The slaves kissed each other, inhaled each other’s breath while the other gasped from the black cock that was pounding them. One of the overseers came and took over Caya’s pussy with her Master concentrated on the other bitch-slave. Caya watched her Master empty a bottle of wine of the slave’s backside and still kept fucking her; the sound of his crotch slammed against her buttocks made her tits bounce. One other of the overseers had a bitch-slave riding him in reverse. Her feet rested on his knees and she wouldn’t stop moaning from the throb of his cock filling her pussy. A minute later she got up and willingly inserted the tip of his prick into her anus. She cried from the pain, but still forced herself down on his shaft.
The Masters ejaculated over the bitch-slaves time after time. Caya shared one of the Masters’ sperm over her face along with another bitch-slave. Her Master Amos was still fucking another slave: he had one leg balanced over a couch and was slapping her buttocks and pounding her from behind. Caya didn’t want to miss the moment when it came. She left where she was and went and knelt under her Master’s legs. Her Master kept his prick jammed in the slut’s pussy and shot his load inside her. Some of it seeped out of the bitch-slave’s cunt. Caya held her head and licked it up.
Later that night as she slept on her mattress, she felt someone pushing her. She woke up and saw it was her Master.
“Come up and join me,” he tapped his palm on the bed.
Caya was stunned. She couldn’t believe what he’d just meant and thought for a second this was part of a dream she was in. Then her Master again tapped his bed and she took that as a sign and got up from where she lay and he rolled over to let her lie beside him. It was as if a lifetime had passed since she last felt comfortable lying on a bed ... and having a real man beside her. Master Amos draped one arm across her body. She turned around on her right shoulder to present herself to him. There was a half-moon in the sky; it shimmered into their room through the curtained window, making the dark room somewhat bright enough to make out his features; his breathing tickled her face. She kissed him; he kissed her back. He turned over on his backside, pulling her along.
“I want you, Master Amos,” she whispered to him.
His cock beat against her abdomen. She slid off him and stroked his cock and brought her face to it. He caressed her hair as she sucked and smooched his prick. The throb of his cock grew sturdier the more she stroked and rubbed her tongue along his shaft; her ears listened to his groaning voice. When she felt ready, she mounted him and though her pussy was tight, it took a while before more inches of him slid inside of her. He held her ass and waistline, his fingers dug into her flesh as she moved her hips in rhythm to getting more of his cock inside her. His prick pressed deep into her womb. She was exhaling thick gulps of air. By the time her buttocks picked up speed, she was biting her lips, unable to keep down her moaning fit.
The bed jiggered and groaned under their weight.
She fell forward, her tits pressed at his face. He bit at each one. His hands parted her ass cheeks. He fingered her anus and drove his finger further inside while she kept rocking and bouncing on top of him. They groaned at each other’s face.
“I want your black cock, Master,” she moaned as she pushed a lock of hair off her face, panting frantically. “I want ... Ohhh God! Fuck me, Master! Ohhhh fuck me!”
She hollered his name. She raised her voice to the roof. She wanted her voice, the sound of her cries to bring down the roof of the building. She screamed out her ecstasy.
He spurn her over and was on top of her. Caya locked her legs over her Master’s thighs. She urged him to fuck her, hurt her, pound her pussy like an animal. She screeched with fervent moans. Her arms around his backside, feeling over his shoulder muscles. He half stood up, gazing down at her. He looked like a wild, angry beast in the darkness of the room. He huffed and groaned, pumping his prick into her harder. He took one leg and brought it on his shoulder and raised her off the bed, grunting against her neckline. She held onto him for dear life, crying - screaming - from the fury his prick was pounding her. She had climaxed already, and a second one occurred to her again. She almost blanked out from the hurt, from the joy she was having.
Her Master grunted one last time and she responded too as she felt his prick release its river-flood of cum inside her womb. She felt cleansed and she gave a sighing moan as he lowered her down on the bed. His body glistened with sweat. She licked some of it off his cheek and neck.
“I love you, Master Amos,” she couldn’t bear hiding it any longer. “I love you so much, Master Amos ... I love you ... I want to have your child.”
It was with relief she fell asleep in his arms.
MISTRESS TIFFANY (Part 1)
I finally did it! I said the words I’d kept inside me for so long, and I felt so ... relieved after I’d said it. To tell the truth, I never believed I would. Master Amos is such a daunting lion, I’m so frightened of him at the same time I desire him every time. I can’t even not think about him without getting wet between my legs. He’s kind and gentle and rough and vicious when he wants to be. Always I picture him as a cross between a lion and a bull. Whenever he’s got me under, I feel like he wants to rip me apart, but holds himself back because a part of him likes me too. He has the pick of other bitch-slaves in the camp. I know plenty fawn over him whenever he’s around. I used to be angry and jealous of that ... but not anymore.
Master Amos and the other overseers concluded their sales the following day. We left with five new slaves - two white boi-slaves and three bitch-slaves - and drove back home. The day was hot and sunny, but halfway towards getting to the plantation camp, the clouds turned dark and thunder erupted over our heads and it unleashed rain.
We got back at the plantation farm and we went back to things being t
he way they usually were. Shawana and Mika had missed me; I too had missed them. I told them of my time at Arun market. They could tell from the way I was excited that Master Amos and I had fucked more times than we should. I struggled not to tell them about the romantic night we’d had; that I wanted to keep close to my heart.
***
The weeks went further into the next month ... and the next month came just like that with its brand of life for the plantation camp. The rainy season kicked up its fury: there were now much rainfall than there were sunshine. The slaves all were required to work under it, though with protective clothing. It felt good playing under the rain; even better when getting fucked under it. One time Caya and several other bitch-slaves went to a nearby stream to have their bath. There were two Masters there bathing in the water. Two of the bitch-slaves ran to them offering their service to scrub their backside; one of the bitch-slaves was two-month pregnant and still eager. The Masters allowed them, and suddenly it started to rain. The Masters fucked the bitch-slaves in the water; Caya and the others stood back and watched, both too wanting to join in.
There were more frequent pregnancies happening in the camp. Caya got to learn that some of the bitch-slaves whom were in heat were often forced to fuck some of the white boi-slaves so to procreate and give birth to further white babies whom would be grown and properly educated in the ways of black-owned lifestyle.
“I know a lot of you bitch-slaves aren’t happy or inclined towards this,” Mistress Ogun preached to them regarding this during one morning study program. Her eyes surveyed them as she continued her lecture. “You have become much ingrained in realizing what being ‘Black-Owned’ is about, and that’s a good thing. In time you will realize how beneficial it is that your off-springs, the ones your Master or Mistress allows you to procreate with the white boi-slaves, is a necessity that they too wake up one morning to know how different and how enriching their life will become in this program.”
***
Mistress Tiffany was in the shower when Caya entered her large bedroom. She had gotten the summon minutes ago while lying in bed away from the day’s heat and had quickly washed her face before coming over. There were two white slaves kneeling on either side of her bathroom doorway; there weren’t the newlywed couple of last time whom she remembered vaguely.
Her Mistress stepped out of the bathroom running a towel over her body. She saw Caya kneeling before her, bowing her head and smiled.
“So good of you to come, slave. It’s been a while since I played with you.”
Caya replied: “I am yours to command and use whenever you so desire, my Mistress.”
“Good. I like hearing my slaves sounding most welcoming.”
She dropped her towel on the floor and stood in the room naked. Her body glistened with droplets of water; she looked regal and beautiful. She snapped her finger twice. The white boi-slave kneeling by the doorway came alive and crawled towards her and picked the towel up with his mouth and stood on his knees holding it to her.
“Do you see how obedient my new pair of dogs are, slave? I haven’t named them yet, but you should know there were a couple too, just like the former ones. His name is Jason and she is Kristin. They were lodging at a hotel down in Lagos when I found them. I seduced them and brought them here. Now they do my bidding just as you. Especially Jason. He’s such a good dog, aren’t you, white boi?”
The white boi-slave nodded his head fervently.
“Drop my towel, dog. Lie on your backside.”
The white boi-slave let the towel fall from his mouth and did as told. Mistress Tiffany picked at his flaccid prick with her toe playfully.
“Adam was a black man, Caya. Do you know that? No, I’ll bet you got corrupted as a child and if you not brought here your eyes never would have known the truth. Eve too was a black woman. Pure in form and love, just as God made them to be. The whites came later on. Somehow they usurped what we were and made us slaves under their might. They wrote books and reshaped their religion to hide their error, but we knew the truth, the same as they do too, but are too much of a coward to admit to it. When was the last time you saw a white couple fucking, Caya?”
“It’s been a long while, Mistress,” she answered.
The Mistress turned to the other bitch-slave and snapped her finger once and indicated at the white boi-slave. The bitch-slave crawled forward and Mistress Tiffany stepped back and allowed her to suck on the white boi-slave’s prick. Mistress Tiffany went and got her riding crop and waved at Caya to come forward. Caya approached the white couple with the bitch-slave busy sucking on the white boi-slave’s cock. Tiffany gave Caya her crop and ordered her to fuck the bitch-slave with it. Caya took the end of the crop and went down on her knees behind the raised rump of the bitch-slave. She licked her tongue around the crop’s hand, which was smooth and curved like that of a dildo, and slipped it into the slave’s pussy. The bitch-slave responded to the invasion. Her mouth was now choked full with the white boi-slave’s prick, still she gave grunting moans from what Caya was doing to her.
“Put your mind and work into it, bitch!” Mistress Tiffany slapped Caya’s head. “Fuck that bitch-slave like a Master would. Pretend the end of that crop is a black cock and push it hard into that slave’s cunt. Do it, or I’ll get someone who will!”
Caya went ahead and did it. She licked the end of the crop and inserted it back into the bitch-slave’s pussy, fucking her cunt with it. The slave still had her mouth wrapped around the white boi-slave - her former lover’s - cock and was spasming and rotating her butt to Caya’s ministration.
Caya was focused on what she was doing and wasn’t looking at her Mistress who’d gone and wore a leather belt around her waist with a black rubber 10-inch dildo attachment; she picked up a bottle of lube oil and rubbed some of it around the penis-shaped head of the dildo. She came at Caya from behind, admiring the way the bitch-slave’s butt face her. She lowered herself behind her before Caya became aware of her shadow behind her. Again the Mistress slapped the back of her head.
“Face front, bitch!” she snapped at her.
Caya went on fucking the other bitch-slave’s pussy with the crop. She fell forward, grunting when she felt something wet and cold and thick penetrate her anal hole. She wanted to get away but the Mistress snapped at her to remain where she was. For a minute Caya was no longer attending to the other bitch-slaves’ needs as she was taking her own right there and then.
Mistress Tiffany loomed over her now; her tits brushed against the back of Caya’s hair as she kept thrusting more of the dildo into her puckered anus. Caya shook from the hurting pain. Her face pressed down on the floor. Mistress Tiffany grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her face up. Caya felt like passing out from the pain. The dildo’s shaft was unlike any she’d ever had ...
“You enjoying that dildo, bitch?” her Mistress slurped her tongue on her ear lobe. You better take it, slave. You’re my property. I can brand you if I want to ... Uhgghhh ... and nothing’s ever going to change you from being my slave!”
For the next five to ten minutes, Caya went through misery and hurting pain taking the dildo in her ass. Her Mistress kept fucking her with it even as she lay flat on the floor with her face pressed on the carpet. The Mistress pulled out of her afterwards and instructed the other bitch-slave to go ahead and mount the white boi-slave. Caya lay on her side moaning from the hurt she felt in her anus. She slipped in and out of consciousness, watched as the bitch-slave mounted the white boi-slave’s cock and started riding him, moaning from the experience. Mistress Tiffany came to the bitch-slave’s side and made her open her mouth and first she spat down into her mouth’s cavity then jammed her dildo’s head into the slave’s mouth to suck on which she did.
“Yeah ... swallow that dildo, bitch. Fuck that white boi’s cock ... bitch-ass white bois can’t fuck even if their life depends on it ... Aggghhh, I’m getting s
o fucking horny right now! I need me some black dick!”
She went to an intercom on the wall and spoke briefly into it. She unhooked the leather belt from her waistline and threw it to the floor and was rubbing her pussy and squeezing her tits, moaning like an animal in lust while she watched the slaves fuck. The white boi-slave was groaning and the bitch-slave was still bouncing on him when he came inside her. She remained on him even as he grew flaccid, eventually coming off him and sucking the remainder of his semen off his dying erection while he remained on his backside gasping.
A knock came on the door. Caya watched it come open and she gasped when she saw two black men step inside - Master Amos and Master Ali - both naked with their bodies glistening with an oily sheen, looking magnificent and warrior-like. Their erection jutted off their crotch. They approached the black Mistress. She wrapped her arms around both men and shared a kiss with each other them while they caressed and groped her body. They led her to the bed. She was a bitch in heat - feral and not going down without a fight. The Masters had to over-power her. Master Amos forced her mouth on his cock while Master Ali kneeled behind her buttocks and ate her pussy. He came up and shoved his prick into her warm hole; she squealed with delight, stroking Master Amos’ prick with such hardened fury like she wanted to rip it off him.
“Fuck me!” she groaned at Master Ali. “Fuck me like an African whore!”
Ali pressed down on her buttocks. He slapped her ass cheeks hard and drove his prick into her cunt hard and deep. Whatever he gave her, she hammered back at him, thrusting her ass backwards to meet his cock. A minute later Master Amos came on the bed and pulled her forward. She straddled his thigh; his cock slipped into her pussy easily and within seconds they were grunting like wild animals as she mashed her buttocks down on him, riding him hard and good. Master Ali came from behind and found her anal hole. Mistress Tiffany took his cock and guided it for him. Both men fucked her near simultaneously. The sound of her cries mixed with their grunting passion; the bed shook with their weight. Mistress Tiffany cursed at both men, snapped at them to fuck her harder.
