Agiatou and Amahle left me completely drained. Only three hours earlier I had not even known them. Yet within those three hours we had enjoyed the most intimate and enjoyable contact possible. I had agreed to become their slave; they had both urinated on me which meant I was now their slave! A white man owned by two black women. Isabella also owned me! I had no idea how I was to square that circle and escape a very sore ass from somebody, maybe all three of them? I felt ashamed; I felt I had betrayed Isabella; though on reflection, I think Harriet's hand was in there, engineering the whole situation. I had not been responsible for the situation, but I had enjoyed it coming into being and had certainly not fought against its coming. Maybe that was why I felt guilty.
These thoughts meandered aimlessly through my mind as I awoke from some of the best sex I had ever experienced. Agiatou and I lay between Amahele's thighs, both of us enjoying the taste and pungent, primitive aroma from Amahele's lovely black pussy; her lovely long, muscular thighs embracing us both, as Amehele slept.
Agiatou recovered from deep slumber first; I awoke to the pleasurable sensation of having my cock gently eased into her fun palace. She was alternately, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and Amehele's pussy, while my cock delved deep inside her, in that remarkable, talented way only a female with her primeval urgings knew how. She wanted to own and please her 'White man Dinka Warrior slave'.
Amehele, now awake, her pussy wet from the attentions of two tongues. She pushed our heads closer, thrusting upwards to meet our tongues with those strong, muscular hips. It was with difficulty that Agiatou and I struggled to get both our tongues inside Amehele at the same time. I won the clitoris end. That hard little pebble of her clit flicked by my tongue causing moans of ecstasy. The PPP in my system was long spent. Controlling my orgasm was going to be difficult. Control had to be by sheer willpower; that was not easy if a smacked ass was to be avoided because I had cum before them. The very idea of having these two magnificent women smacking my ass for punishment was as much frightening, as it was attractive; I am submissive, by nature; so I enjoy being controlled by a dominant female, even to the point of having my ass smacked.
Luckily, the sweet, slightly salty white pre-cum love juices of Amehele were already leaking into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed eagerly. It would not be long before that gentle leak became a rushing torrent of womanly love juices spilling uncontrollably into my mouth; her breathing was quickening; hips rising to meet my thrusting cock, told me Agiatou was not far behind either; I would soon have a double dose of hot female cum in my mouth and on my loins.
That being the case, I could legitimately release my load, and enjoy the inevitable golden shower that would almost certainly follow.
Amehele rolled Agiatou and me onto my back. Amehele placed her pussy over my mouth, Agiatou rolling with me, holding my cock deep inside her womanhood. She had no intention of releasing me. The two ladies endeavoured to swallow each other's tongues, love juices spilling onto my cock and face; my balls expelled their life-giving load. When sated, both ladies pissed on my face emphasising their desire to own me for the second time.
'White Honky-boy seem to like being a slave to two black girls, and draining them of all their love juices!' Said Amehele in that deep, throaty voice that reflected my primitive thoughts and desires.
'Ah, sure does like doing that thing Maam. Ah just loves everything yore black pussies give thissy-heah white boy! An if'n this Honky-boy don't make you feel real good, he mus' have his ass smacked!'
We all laughed and headed for the shower. It was fun washing each other; slippery soap suds, black hands on white private parts; white hands on black private parts; not quite innocent, but fun. After all, we were all adults, enjoying adult fun and games; we simply enjoyed each other; we were alive, and enjoyed being alive to lick, taste, and touch each other, and not be ashamed to be thinking that way. How I wished these thoughts and actions could last forever, instead of what the hell I knew the next eighteen hours or so with Senior femdom Annika Kuznetzov would mean.
After our shower, Amehele and Agiatou dressed in their bright red mini-skirts, white blouses, stockings and high heels, escorted me to the hospital. They had dressed to demonstrate they were of equal rank to Senior femdom Annika Kuznetzov. They wanted it to be known they owned me. It was doubtful that would detract from the discomfort that lay ahead; Annika and her entourage had the authority to give a vasectomy, tattoo and medical examination. There was no way of denying that. Neither could we argue about her methods.
At the hospital, we were greeted by two East German nurses. They wore the black mini-skirt and white blouse of junior femdoms. Their names were Hilda Von Speer and Kristina Shultz.
'Vere is his cock cage ve have been instructed to remove a cock cage?
'We wanted to fuck him! And it's a bit difficult fucking a man with a cock cage covering his cock and balls!' Said Amehele.
'This is most irregular Senior Mistress Amehele. We were told Senior femdom Annika Kuznetzov. Was going to fuck him first. She vill not be pleased I think.'
'Your fucking right I vill not be pleased,' said Senior femdom Annika Kuznetzov, who had overheard the exchange, and entered the room unheard and unseen. 'Why have you Jungle Bunnies been fucking him?' Who gave you permission to fuck this male slave?'.
'We Jungle Bunnies, as you like to call us, have been fucking Senior Slave George because we wanted to fuck Senior Slave George. Being a slave, he had no choice in the matter. So don't go practising your sadistic ways on him Senior Mistress Frozen Tits. As for permission, you had better take that up with Owner Femdom Harriet Harper. But be warned; if he is damaged after your administrations, I'm sure Owner Femdom Harriet Harper will be interested to learn how that damage occurred. My fellow Jungle Bunny and I now own Senior Slave George, he is our slave! Incidentally, we are also to be his assistants for the design and build of various projects on The Island, such as a railway, and Radio Controlled chastity belts, which will probably be of interest to your sadistic twisted mind. Anything else, you would like to know?'
Annika did not answer. She simply indicated to Hilda and Kristina that I should be taken to the Surgical Room, where she would carry out her procedures.
In the Surgical Room I was told to sit on a table, my anal passage was placed over a six-inch hole in the table which gave easy access to my anal passage. My legs spread uncomfortably apart at an angle of ninety degrees and secured with leather straps around my thighs. My wrists were handcuffed to the rear of the table, about two feet from my buttocks forcing me to sit at a most uncomfortable angle. Thus, I was completely at Annika's mercy. She could do with me as she desired. She sat directly in front of me. My cock was within easy reach, and her box of surgical instruments on her right.
