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 the 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.
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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."
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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?"