Every two or three hours the head couple came into the room to check me and the shackles. If I had to relieve myself, I was freed from the chains and allowed to relieve myself under their strict supervision. Once a day, usually in the evening, I was allowed to do my stretching exercises under their eyes, some yoga and Pilates, and some sports with jump ropes and balls. And so the first days passed.
I did not completely lose the feeling for time, as a skylight in the room showed me when it was day and when it was night. Meanwhile, the films were running on the screen in an endless loop and countless times I was excitedly witnessing my abuse and humiliation. Strangely enough I longed for the sequences in which I was tortured. Especially the sight of my large abused breasts and how without mercy and caution my nipples were whipped and pierced with spears excited me immensely. On the other hand the screams under the brutal ass fucks or my mouth on and in the various human and animal assholes were horny, but my whimpering and moaning under the pain seemed more authentic to me and more appropriate to my situation.
It was on the third or fourth day when I witnessed a ritual that I could not have imagined until then. The ruling couple had witnessed my toilet routine and was about to leave the room when the handicapped son stormed into my dungeon. He gestured wildly, but as he could not speak clearly, I did not understand his desire. Only the headmistress seemed to be used to his outbursts and immediately pulled the apron over her large hanging breasts to the side and pressed the boy against her, who immediately sucked on her nipples and seemed to calm down.
When he seemed to calm down, the headmistress unbuckled the belt of his trousers and fingered out his stiff member. It was very thick without being long. The boy, for his part, kicked himself out of his trousers and then shouted at the master of the couple in babbled sounds, but he understood immediately. He also pulled down his trousers and only now did I see that he wore a locking device around his tail. The lady took the key from her necklace and opened the lock for her husband. A small white ugly cock appeared, which bore clear pressure marks of the chastity lock.
Meanwhile the boy had pulled his belt out of his trousers and began to whip the poor old man. He immediately lay down on the ground, backwards, spread his legs and let the boy’s blows fall on his thighs and especially on his sex without complaint. The disabled young man whipped himself into a frenzy and the old man whimpered pleadingly. Perhaps to distract the boy, or perhaps because it was part of the ritual, the headmistress lay down next to her husband and opened her thighs as well. She also received some violent blows that hit her full on the wide open cunt. Then the drooling boy lay down on her and fucked her from above before he turned around and climbed on her from behind.
His cock was really outrageously thick, and when he penetrated her ass it seemed to be very painful for the headmistress. She moaned and tried to calm him down, but like a ramming mutt the boy did not let go of her ass. After a few minutes he seemed to want to cum, pulled his dick out of the woman’s intestines, stood with his legs apart over the man who was still lying on the floor and sprayed a large amount of sperm directly into his face. Then he let both of them suck his dirty cock, which didn’t seem to get any smaller, and lay down on the woman a second time. He slipped between her open legs, penetrated her with a push of his whole overweight and flabby body and fucked her wildly from above. He grunted at the old man something I didn’t understand, but the man did. He lay down next to her and massaged her breasts and kissed them tenderly while she groaned and cramped in pain. Then the handicapped boy rose and sat down with his ass for a long time on the face of the woman, who penetrated deep into him with her tongue. He grunted and laughed as he did so, before he lay down on her again and fucked her again. The old man again caressed and kissed the mouth of the woman who was just moments ago stuck in the boy’s ass. The second portion the handicapped man injected directly into her cunt. Then he got dressed laughing while the old man crawled to the leaking cunt of his wife and licked her completely. The young man hadn’t even noticed me. He had simply left again.
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XI
PUNISHING
At the end of the first week I was allowed to go to the Lord’s study room for the first time. The headmistress untied me and silently dressed me in a white linen dress. Barefoot, without make-up and with only the dog band around my neck, she led me through the house into the large wood-panelled salon. She stretched me with chains between two pillars and disappeared again in the same silence she always treated me. The door to the master’s room remained wide open and I could hear the servants scurrying about the corridors and whispering about me.
It took a long time, maybe two hours, until through the door behind the library my new owner entered the room with a gentleman I didn’t know. They didn’t notice me. They both sat down opposite each other, poured bourbon and had a lively conversation. About the business (my master had a flourishing transport company), about horse breeding and finally about white whores and what to award them: dedication and an absolute willingness to serve. At some point my master played the video in which I confessed my sexist racism under the effect of the truth drug.
The stranger was speechless. It was clear to both of them that I was not yet ready to serve. My master laughed.
“What do you think is appropriate?” he asked.
“Breaking. The white sow must be broken for good. After that, there may be a chance to rebuild her. Perhaps not.” His silence was eloquent.
They discussed some details of the procedure and agreed that they could not take my physical health into consideration. The suggestions ranged from severe torture to cutting out my tongue and crucifixion. I felt very queasy.
Almost no day of the following weeks passed without me being tied up in the gentlemen’s room. But none of the guests spoke to me. They talked only about me. My master showed them the scene under the truth drug, but also other scenes in which I was maltreated or served the dogs. After a short time it was clear to me that my master was a very much respected member of the community with the best contacts to the mayor, general’s attorney and the police chief. All were black.
My master kept a small army of soldiers who had taken many black youths from the slums. The state prison borrowed prisoners from him year after year to work his fields. And he often threw parties in the whore houses of the city, where the supporting pillars of society could have their fun for free and discreetly. So my master was not an underworld boss, but a fully integrated member of high society. At the same time all his friends and business partners knew that he kept white slaves and supported him in this.
Whenever people talked about me, many wishes of the gentlemen came up and what they expected: that I should be healthy and drug free, that my hair should be longer (so they could drag me around the room by my hair), that no tattoo should be seen (to go with me to a finer establishment without attracting attention), that I should wear rings through my nipples (thick heavy rings like slaves used to wear). Above all it was important to them that I was open and permissive to their dogs. To their guard dogs, to their hunting dogs, but also to street dogs, in case they orderd it.
The day of my punishment was set on the 4th of May. I did not know when that day would come, but when it came, I was dressed again in the white linen dress, barefoot and only with the dog band were my hands tied in front of my body, and so prepared the headmistress led me into the large entrance hall of the house. It was a sunny beautiful late afternoon.
When we stepped onto the gallery in front of the manor house, my master and his wife were already waiting for us. It seemed to be a ritual that had been performed before. My lords was dressed in long black capes and wore black face masks, which were modelled on the shape of the Ku Klux Klan masks. Both sat on shiny black horses and were ready to ride out. My master took the end of the rope and tied it to the horn of his saddle. Then he clicked his tongue and without a word to me, both horses started to move. In the white linen overhang with my hands tied behind my back I followed the pull of the rope.
Passing the manor house we went to the top of the hill from where we had a view of the colony below. Here the gravel path stopped, and down the hill there was now a simple path with hard roots that hurt the soles of my bare feet. The parade ground was already filled with men. The white prisoners in their light-coloured striped dirty clothes stood close together in two rows and were kept in check by five heavily armed guards with their dogs. Loud highly aggressive dog barking could be heard. The small army of soldiers still scurried uncoordinated across the square, at the end of which stood a small tribune, which was also manned by humans. The spectators all wore the same black cape as my Lords. Only when one heard a voice shouting rude orders announcing the coming of the leader couple did the soldiers line up in a semicircle opposite the prisoners. In contrast to the prisoners and guards, the fighters wore only long trousers. Their shiny black upper bodies were naked.
When I arrived at the bottom, my master gave the horses the spurs, and I was so surprised that I couldn’t keep up with the gallop, stumbled and was simply dragged through the sand screaming for the last few metres. Many men began to laugh. In the middle of the square my masters stopped the horses side by side and I lay there trembling. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that a heavy wooden frame had already been erected. The commander of the Soldateska stepped forward and reported that everyone was present and waiting for orders. With a gesture of his hand the gentleman signalled that he should come closer. Then they exchanged some words that I did not understand. The commander nodded, grinned again and again, nodded again and joined a group of soldiers, pointing sometimes at this one, sometimes at that one and giving orders. Meanwhile the Lord had released the rope from the horn of the saddle and finally gave it to one of the soldiers who took it and rolled it up.
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