by Damien Dsoul
Caya would have loved to stay the night with him. She knew some of the bitch-slaves developed emotional ties with a lot of the black Masters, especially the ones who desired their obedience. Some of them, she had heard this from Shawana, have remained devoted to some of the black Masters and moved into their homes though still performing their servant duties. Caya couldn’t tell if she was showing the same reaction towards Master Amos; in a way she reckoned she was. She had never been devoted to any man before, aside from her former boyfriend Michael (my God, when did he become a former to me?), and with Master Amos being the first man to dis-virgin her, it seemed she owed him more for just being gentle and rough with her at the same time, regardless of whether or not she was his slave. She wouldn’t mind being whatever he wanted her to be.
“You got morning devotion tomorrow, slave. Your Master needs his rest. Come get to going.”
“Yes, Master. I will return tomorrow after my work.”
Caya slipped out of his bed. She picked up her slave outfit and wore them on and hurried out of his room. His cum was dripping down her thighs even as she left the quarters and made her way towards the bitch-slave’s camp. The path was dark and she barely could make out her feet, even though she knew where she was heading.
“Hey, bitch-slave!”
She stopped in her tracks when she heard a black Master call out to her. He stood beside a tree smoking a cigarette. He threw the remains of it in the bush; Caya approached him and submissively enquired if she could be of service to him.
“You may, bitch-slave,” he said. His voice sounded somewhat slurred and he staggered somewhat on his feet as he ordered her to kneel before him. “I need to take a piss. But first, I want you to suck on this pipe.”
Caya helped unzip his pants and pulled his cock out of its hiding place and immediately fixed the head of his cock into her mouth. His pants fell down to his ankles. He wouldn’t stop swooning on his feet as he luxuriated in the warmth of her mouth sucking his cock. She held him by the waistline and flicked her tongue around the tiny slit in his penis. She was maturing almost without her knowing. Only a few days ago she had being a novice when it came to sucking pricks and now she was graduating towards being a pro. She kept on sucking the black Master’s cock till suddenly she felt him let go inside her mouth. The Master pulled his head backward and gave a lengthy groan as he pissed over her mouth, face, and down her torso. She drank some of his urine, allowed him to bath her with more of what he had to offer. When he was done, she held him from falling and after cleaning his cock with her mouth, she helped pulls his pants up and returned his cock back into its hiding hole.
“Thank you very much, Master,” she bowed, smiling, and went on her way.
She had passed through the fire.
***
“I WILL BE AN HONEST, LOYAL AND OBEDIENT SLAVE. I WILL WORK TO MY MAXIMUM, LIVE MY LIFE AS A BITCH-SLAVE TO MY MISTRESS, AND UPHOLD WHATEVER COMMAND IS GIVEN TO ME. SO HELP ME, MASTER!”
Caya stood in a large room in an assembly line beside her fellow bitch-slaves the following morning, joining them in unison as they uttered the last lines of the Bitch-Slave Prayer. It was a prayer they were expected to recite every day. The head bitch-slave Margot stood along the side, she too recited the same words, although in her case and with the same case with most of the other slaves in the room, she had a perfect smile on her lips.
Aside from Mistress Tiffany, there were other black Mistresses in the plantation, although Mistress Tiffany reigned over them. Mistress Ogun, a skinny black woman of Yoruba ethnicity stood on a podium in front of the assembled slaves listening to them receipt their lines. Her eyes ran across the lines like a hawk in search of any lapse she could find. She was a severe-looking woman who enjoyed punishing white boi-slaves almost as much as she did with the bitch-slaves. She wore a cloak and in her hand was a metal staff which she carried with her always. Neither of the bitch-slaves wished to fall under her wrath; Mika had explained this part to Caya minutes ago when they awoke.
Minutes later the bitch-slaves sat in a round circle formation on the floor while Mistress Ogun sat on a tall stool in their midst and explained to them bits of African history, the likes, she mentioned, that neither of them were aware of in their former lives.
She explained to them some of the founding civilisations in Africa, from the Nok culture, to those of the Songhai. She paid emphasis on her Yoruban culture. Told them of how the ancient Yoruba deity, Oduduwa, had founded the civilisation, based his original city, Ile-Ife, in the heart of the Nigerian forest region and of how the civilisation had grown into becoming one of the greatest civilisations in the West African region before the cursed white man had come and subjugated the indigenes with his duplicity and abominable weaponry which had claimed more African lives than could be mentioned. Of how the white man with his cruel cunning had annexed the area known today as Lagos. How the British had usurped one Nigerian tribal leader after another: Oba Kosoko of Oyo, Oba Ovonramwen of Benin, King Jaja of Opobo, and countless others who’d been chased out of their kingdom and left to rot in exile.
“You white-slaves should deem yourselves privileged being here,” she declared to them when she was finished. “Be happy and deem yourselves lucky and proud that right now you’re in the midst of a greater knowing. That you’re in the same place where civilisation started, and that you’re atoning for the crimes committed by your fore-fathers centuries ago when they ventured to this side of the world to rape the mother that gave birth to them.”
The bitch-slaves, after the lesson rounded to an end, stood up and declared they were proud and happy and look forward to serving their Mistresses and Black Masters as is their sworn duty.
***
Caya had finished cleaning out her plot of the horses stables and was allowed to take a break under a tree while another bitch-slave appeared to take over from her. She was with one of her friends, Ant, and they were eating their rations and trading notes about their individual black Masters. Ant had an appointment with hers in the next hour when the slave bell wound ring - her Master liked her keeping to time - and she was shaky about it.
“Master Awud wants to fuck my asshole today,” she mentioned to Caya. “My period starts tomorrow and he wants to be fucking my other hole for the time being till it stops.”
“Has he impregnated you already?”
She nodded. “I gave birth to twins last year. But they’re in the nursery home and we’re not allowed to see them. It’s the black Mistress’ way of instilling obedience in us.”
“I’m happy for you, Ant. Don’t worry about the ass part. My Master took mine and now I totally enjoy it.”
“He hasn’t impregnated you yet?”
“No, I’m not in heat now. But in a week’s time I will. I’ve never given birth before.”
“It’s something you should look forward to,” Ant said to her.
They were still talking when a black Master came by dragging a bitch-slave along, holding a whip in his other hand. It was the slave Caya had saved yesterday and her former friend, Elaine. She was looking beat-up and weary. Ant and Caya dropped their plate and stood up and bowed their heads to the overseer. The Master pushed Elaine towards them.
“Teach this bitch-slave some manners and talk sense into her next time she ever so much as thinks to escape,” he barked at them. “Now one of you bitches come right now and handle me.”
Caya wanted to move forward but Ant was already kneeling before the black Master. She unzipped the fly of his camouflaged pants and was sucking his black meat while Caya went on consoling her friend who was now crying on her shoulder and holding onto her. Caya watched as her friend sucked on the overseer’s cock. The man brawny-looking Master threw his head back at the same time grabbed the back of her head and wouldn’t stop jamming her Asian face down on his thick shaft which in Caya’s eyes resembled that of a tree branch. He wa
s clicking his click and whistling air through his lips while Ant ingested as much of his cock that she could.
“Hey bitch-slave!” he barked at Caya. “Get your ass up and go find me a cloth to spread here. And hurry!”
Caya left her friend to sit where she’d sat earlier then ran off in the direction of where the other bitch-slaves were doing their own dutiful work under the sun. It was customary that one or two of the bitch-slaves in the plantation would move about with a blanket should in case either was required to service the black Masters/overseers checking on them. Some of the bitch-slaves she saw too were being fucked by individual black Masters, all making use of their blanket. Eventually she found one that was free and ran back to Ant and the overseer was. She unfurled the blanket and laid it on the ground for them to make use of and knelt close to them. She pushed her fingers into her slave panties and was rubbing at her pussy and humming to herself while she watched.
The black Master undid the belt buckle of his pants; Ant helped push it down his legs and forced it off his boots while he unzipped the camouflaged hunting jacket he was wearing. His body gleamed with thick muscles; he looked like a brawler and a part of Caya was afraid for her friend, wondering if she could take him or that he won’t end up ripping her apart like a piece of paper.
The overseer slapped Ant’s hand off his cock and indicated at her to turn around.
“Get on your fours, bitch-slave,” he snapped.
Ant did as ordered. She laid the side of her head on her arm while pushing her rump upward at him; her hand rubbed at the slit that was her hairy pussy’s entrance which was gleaming wet with full intention. Caya gasped as the black man poised over her from behind, his black cock hanging downward looking like an ancient African spear, and shoved it downward into her pussy’s entrance.
“AAAHHH!”
Her cry was sharp and abrupt. Caya looked at her friend and saw the hurting look on her face. Ant’s legs shook like one having a fit and she wouldn’t stop moaning and crying aloud as the overseer kept thrusting the remainder of his prick down her hole. Her pussy gave a farting sound as he thrust more inches into her. Ant beat a percussion beat on the blanket; she was hurting and yet she managed to yell at the Master to keep fucking her. The overseer held her down by the waistline, his legs came together in a pincer form and lock on her while his bottom pressed down on her backside. Caya inched closer, came behind him and marvelled at the sight of his thick monster punishing her friend’s pussy without care. Even her friend Elaine too had gotten over her crying and now was kneeling beside Caya, she too rubbing at her breasts with her eyes ogling the black Master’s balls as they slapped against Ant’s pussy bottom. At one time the Master’s cock slipped out of Ant’s pussy. The overseer paused and slapped her buttocks hard; pussy juice poured out of her labia slit. He came around to her front and pulled her head up roughly and jammed his prick at her face. Ant was gasping and teary-eyed, yet she took the Master’s cock and rolled it inside her mouth.
Caya turned to her friend and their lips found each other. They were munching on each other’s lips even as the overseer lay on his back on the blanket and Ant straddled him. She half stood on her haunches, his cock like a sword and she screamed once again as she gazed between her legs at the sight of the man’s dick pumping up and down, in and out of her cunt with rapid fire. Ant held onto the overseer’s knees as his thighs kept jerking her upwards while she panted and screamed at the same time. At one time she fell off him, and Caya sighting this happen moved quickly to capitalize on it. In their bitch-slave declaration, just as she had learned from Mika’s actions the first time she had been assigned to Master Amos, it was alright for a bitch-slave to share her individual Master with others, or allowed to be shared by other Masters as well. She never thought she would be one who’d take such reckless advantage as she was doing now.
Ant lay on her arm breathing heavily and watched as her friend buried her mouth over the overseer’s cock, sucking and stroking it as expertly as any slave-bitch would. The other bitch-slave approached the blanket as well and Caya allowed her to suck on the overseer’s cock too at tug at his balls while she came on her haunches and lowered herself down on the man’s erect muscle. It was like sitting on a missile, the way the round head of his prick parted her outward lips and pushed all the way through her tight pussy, inching further inside her. She gritted her teeth, her features a mask of pain, eventually giving way to a loud groan. His hands under her buttocks, he pushed her up and brought her back down hard each time. His cock cut a pathway through her pussy all the way towards her womb. She could feel her inside crying out. It was like the first time her Master Amos had dis-virgined her. It hurt at the same time it was pleasing.
The overseer brought her down on him. Her feet curled under his legs, the throb of his prick filling every corner of her pussy.
“Ohhh my God ... I love black cock! I’m so in love with black cock!” she cried out.
“Same goes with me, Master,” answered her friend, Elaine.
The overseer pounded Caya some more before pushing her off him. She too fell to her side, colliding with her friend, Ant. Both women rubbed at their pussy while they watched the black Master align himself against the other bitch-slave’s side and slipped the head of his prick inside her. Caya and Ant came over and held the slave-bitch’s leg up high for the Master’s cock to find further room. The man was grunting like a long-distant runner; his face went with copious sweat running down his neckline and torso.
He felt the moment approach and he pulled out of the bitch-slave and lay on his back. His prick nodded its head and Caya and her friend Ant both had their hand around his cock and with just three quick jerks he shot out his load like an exploding rocket. The overseer groaned momentarily from the action. The slaves took turns consuming his rich torrent of cum and when done with his prick, they licked droplets off each other’s lips.
“Thank you very much, Master,” they murmured in unison.
The black Master/overseer remained lying on his back till his breathing came back normal. The bitch-slaves helped him put on his clothes and he said to Elaine to be at his quarters later in the evening. He picked up his whip and walked away. Ant gathered up the blanket and Caya told her whom it belonged to and where she’d gotten it from. Ant went in that direction, leaving Caya and her friend to attend to each other. Elaine, just like her, too had a slave name now - Edi, her name was.
A BIRTH AT NIGHT
I thought I was never going to meet my parents ever again. I wouldn’t know if they still remember me for whom I once was to them. All through the early days I spent at the Mistress Tiffany’s plantation farm, it was surprising that I’d begun forgetting much about my parents and instead adopting my new life here as it was meant to be. Sometimes I lay in bed after I’d returned from my evening tryst with my Master, I’d’ try recalling my parents’ faces and to my surprise I couldn’t make them out anymore. I couldn’t even remember what their names were.
How was I to know I was going to see them again ... in the most unusual circumstances?
Elaine - Edi - and I were back as friends once again and she shared her sad story with me. She and her brother had been sold to another plantation owner. The man and his wife were a wealthy couple, both had bisexual tendencies and they’d taken turns fucking Edi and her brother Stephen - Uba - however they wanted. It had been a steady stream of sex for them. They were trained to behave like slaves: perform whatever task was allotted to them, baby-sit as well as perform house-servant tasks in the household. Even their owners’ children - teenage twin brother and sister - too had joined in fucking them whenever their parents were done with them for the day.
“What had happened that led them here?”
***
“Our owners took us to a place called Arun market,” Edi told her the following night.
They sat beside each other on a rock by the side of
their slave hostel. Mika and Shawana were serving as entertainment to three black Masters in the room and had suggested Caya and her bitch-slave friend either join in or make room for them. Caya was tempted to join in except she wanted to catch up with Edi; also, her pussy and asshole were both sore from the pounding she had received from Master Amos nearly an hour ago when she’d left his quarters. From behind them through the numerous bedroom windows, they could hear fervent and excited cries and moaning fits coming from various bitch-slaves getting fucked by the overseers. The sound of their voices, the sound of their Masters groaning against them, the sound of their beds creaking against their combined weight, were intoxicating to Caya’s ear; it was an effort not to listen to them. Her pussy felt sore but she knew it wouldn’t take much for it to want another round.
“I’ve never heard of such market,” she said to her friend. “What’s it about.”
“It’s kinda like an exchange market. Black owners find it expensive buying slaves sometimes, and for the ones resold, they show reduced profit compared to when bought. Thus they sometimes trade slaves with other owners, depending on which slaves they want. That was what our owner did to me and Uba, which was how we came here.”
“Why did you try to escape?”
Edi sighed dejectedly. “It was a stupid thing. I never actually planned on escaping. My brother and I went beyond the plantation to pick berries off a tree and then two of the Masters saw me and gave chase. I was afraid. One of the Masters dove me to the ground but my brother kept on running till eventually they caught him. I know I’m not going to do it again. I can’t take any further punishment than the one I got today.”
“You shouldn’t. The Mistress would have cut you in half that day.”
“She would have done more. Thank you for stepping in for me; that was brave of you.”