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Black Domination
Chapter 5
After her mistress left, Andrea, fearful she was being watched, dutifully
remained in the insemination position until the old butler entered the
building's outer door. He was carrying two metal bowls of food. He opened the
feeding door at the bottom of the cage and pushed them in, then left without a
word.
Both slaves quickly scrambled after the food. It was a kind of pasty white
gruel, with some bread mixed into it. There was also what looked like slices
of cheap meat. It was dark and tough. Horse meat, or maybe dog. Jordy wolfed
down his share, cleaning the bowl with his fingers, then licking the bowl and
his fingers clean.
Once such food would have made Andrea nauseous, but at present she was very
hungry, having not eaten since the previous evening. She too scooped up the
contents of the bowl with her bare hands and licked it clean, just like Jordy.
After the meal they licked water from the ball spigot. Jordy showed her how.
It was dreadfully demeaning, but she was thirsty and there was no other water.
She knelt on all fours and put her mouth to the pipe, pushing in the ball with
her tongue. It worked. With a combination of licking and sucking she was able
to drink her fill.
Andrea moved to a corner of the kennel and sat down. Her mind a mass of
conflicting emotions and impulses stemming from this day's psychological
trauma. She put her head in her hands and cried softly.
At length she was able to stem her tears, but they did not speak to each
other. Jordy looked at her curiously, but made no move to approach her. He
giggled mindlessly and lay on his back, idly playing with the straw and
humming to himself tunelessly. With nothing else to do, Andrea silently
watched Jordy. He seemed to have no sense of conventional human decorum. He
ran his fingers through his ass crack, then examined them and sniffed them. He
continuously handled his genitals, caressing and fondling his penis and
scrotum. His antics lasted for about an hour, then he got up and stretched
like a tomcat. Sighing contentedly and smiling, he squatted on the straw and
began to masturbate, unabashedly leering at her. In seconds, his penis was
throbbing and stiff and he crawled over to her as she sat, resigned in a
corner of the cage.
He grabbed her toes, pulling at her gently, "Jordy fuck you 'gin."
Andrea knew it was likely she was being watched and since she had already had
sex with him there was no point in risking further punishment by resisting
him. She emitted a soft sob and nodded. "All right, Jordy," she whispered,
moving onto her back and spreading her legs voluntarily.
He moved down and squatted between them, placing his hands on her flanks and
stroking her. He smiled down at her, not the leering smile of a few minutes
ago, but a beaming little-boy grin. He nestled the head of his prick into her
slot and reached down to pull it back and forth along her slit. Andrea sighed
despite herself and brought her hands up to idly stroke the skin of his arms.
"What your name again?" he asked innocently.
"Andrea," she gasped.
"Drea," he whispered. "You pretty."
"Thank you, Jordy," she replied, wanting to be kind to him. "You're handsome."
Jordy's face beamed even brighter and he pushed forward. Andrea was well lubed
and he glided right in to the hilt in one easy thrust. He lowered his body
onto hers, putting his weight on her and holding her tight with his arms. He
moved his mouth to her ear and began whispering excitedly. "Ohhh, feel so good
Drea."
Andrea began to feel the betrayal of her body again. She had decided to simply
turn her mind off and let him have his way. But as it had an hour before in
the presence of their black mistress, his big manhood stirred her libido
salaciously, stimulating her lust.
He kissed her passionately and she did not fight it. She brought her arms
behind his neck and back and caressed him affectionately.
He began to rut her into her now, plunging his big eight-inch penis in and
out. Each thrust brought their pubes together, mixing her light brown hair
with his black mat.
She brought her own hand down to manipulate her throbbing clit as the little
fingers of lust slid up and down her spine. The couple established a smooth
coital rhythm now and Andrea's legs rose and entwined themselves around his
back.
Jordy pounded her now with his brute strength and greater weight. His
lovemaking was utterly without finesse or technique and Andrea was surprised
to feel herself building toward a climax so quickly again. This time she
didn't try to fight it and gave in to the feeling from the onset. She thrust
her loins up to him, matching his strokes and locked her bare feet over his
ass as he pumped in and out of her warm receptive femaleness. She cooed and
wriggled, bucking and moving with delight.
"Oh, Jordy. Yes darling, fuck me. Fuck your Drea."
"Dreaaaaaa," gasped Jordy. "Sooooo pretty."
Jordy and Andrea were fucking with abandon now and the black mistress lay back
on her soft bed and chuckled as she watched them on the screen. Her arousal
was still at a fever pitch after watching the performance of the new slave,
what was her name, oh yes, Andrea.
Dominika enjoyed personally initiating all the white females after she'd
purchased them. It was an incredible feeling of control and superiority to
bring them to the level of animals, watching as they mated, trying to produce
more slaves to expand her wealth.
It was also sweet revenge.
For the first 16 years of her life, she had been Judith Mills, a penniless
black South African orphan. Her parents had been killed in an uprising when
she was an infant and a white planter family took her in, supposedly as an act
of kindness. From her earliest days she had learned about slavery first hand,
as a slave herself.
They didn't call it slavery of course, but in the house of the rich white
farmer she was a slave in everything but name. She cooked and cleaned for the
mother, preened the white daughters and later served in the white man's bed.
She had grown to hate the whites but had yet to realize it.
When South Africa had been liberated the first time, in the 1990s, she had
escaped to Johannesburg and by chance befriended a woman professor at the
University. She had learned well and even earned the chance to study in
Britain at Oxford. She had wanted to be a psychologist and her studies had
taught her much about the human mind. There she also learned about politics
and how the white colonial system had enslaved her people.
She met other black Africans and learned still more, returning to South Africa
just as the whites regained control and quietly simmered in rage. She could
protest and defy, but the global hegemony of the whites was simply too
powerful. Substantive change was impossible.
Then came the bio war.
With most of the European and American whites dead, there was a chance of
dealing with the African whites. She had seen Hakeem early as black Africa's
salvation and her support had paid off later when the spoils of white property
and positions, (and later the whites themselves) were distributed.
She had received this plantation and prisoners, who shortly were slaves in
name as well as fact. That had been six years ago and since then she had
become one of the richest landowners in the region.
But she had never forgotten the torment of her youth, even as the wheel
turned. Now she was the mistress and every time she watched her white slaves
toil in her paddies and fields, every time she sold a white baby and
especially, every time she had a white female impregnated, she felt an almost
orgasmic joy.
She had indeed found owning a plantation and breeding slaves to be very
lucrative. But the feelings of revenge and power were the greatest rewards.
Between Dominika N'kuba's legs a naked, white, slave girl continued to lick
and suck at her mistress' black nether lips, her short blond hair flopping and
her head bobbing up and down as she worked. The girl had been mistress
Dominika's body slave for several months and knew from long experience just
how to please the woman.
"Tongue only," said Dominika. And instantly, the young white girl began long
stroking licks of Dominika's vulva and inner thighs.
"Stop," said the mistress and the blond girl ceased her licking.
"Sit up." The girl removed her face from between Dominika's legs and sat back
on her heels apprehensively. Had she displeased her mistress? If so, she might
be in for a taste of the black woman's small but effective whip.
Dominika's attention however, seemed to be centered on the television picture
from the kennels. The white girl, whose name was now Holly, breathed a sigh of
relief and sat on the covers with eyes lowered.
Dominika had the girl kneel across the foot of the bed with her legs folded
beneath her. The mistress could then rest her fat feet comfortably up on the
girl's warm, satin smooth back.
The mistress smiled and felt the ridges of Holly's spine with her heels. The
gray eyed blond looked so much like the one of the planters daughters, who had
tormented her so long ago and the hair style she'd ordered for the girl
enhanced the effect. The poor girl never knew why her mistress was so cruel to
her, or why she had changed her name to Holly, (she had been born Kimberly
Witt). She simply did her best to please the black woman- and survive.
The mistress laughed delightedly. Andrea and Jordy had completed their coitus
and separated. Jordy yawned and curled up in a corner, while Andrea,
remembered to assume the insemination position to let his seed slide up into
her uterus. She held the pose dutifully for several minutes, then crawled over
to lie next to Jordy. He lay an arm and leg over her possessively and she
snuggled closer to him, her head on his shoulder sweetly.
"Come back up here and get that pink tongue on my slit. Go on," said Dominika
harshly, slapping the leather across the girl' upper back, "get it in there
deeper. That's it. Now suck it 'til I cum."
Holly obeyed with desperate enthusiasm and Dominika turned her attention back to
the two on the TV.
Yes, thought the black mistress with satisfaction. The new female was going to
make a good breeder.
Jordy was soon asleep after their last coupling and Andrea had crawled back to
the comfort of his body after she'd spent several minutes in the insemination
position. Even though they were naked, it was the tropics and she really
hadn't been cold. It had been natural though to seek the warm, strong body of
a male after the lights went out. He felt warm and inviting and Andrea, after
such a traumatic day needed the feel of peace and security, in any man's arms.
Their shared intimacies of the last few hours made it seem right.
Andrea could see the full moon through the window of the outer kennel
building. It shone with subdued gray splendor, casting a moonbeam to the back
of the cage, covering Jordy and herself with its pale light. For some reason,
it made her think of Jeff. Tears came to her eyes when she thought about how
ardently her body had reacted to Jordy's loveless rut. Even with her recent
conditioning and knowledge that she had been given no choice the deeply
conflicted girl felt utterly ashamed. She knew what her father and husband
would think about her if they could have seen her today, if they could see her
now!
The profound truth she had discovered about herself in the cattle car, the
realization that she would do anything, no mater how ugly or abhorrent, to
survive, ate at her soul like acid. She groaned, but did not relinquish her
embrace of the male slumbering beside her. Instead she ran her hand through
the thick black hair of his abdomen, cuddling her head on his chest as she
drifted off to sleep.
It was shortly after dawn when Andrea made the muddy, barefoot walk out to the
paddies with the other slaves.
The rice paddies were not far from the slave hovels, only a couple of hundred
meters in fact. Andrea and Jordy had been picked up by M'buto earlier and
released near the hovels.
The slaves emerged from their huts to report for the day. One of the
overseers, a man named Tabu, took a paintbrush and daubed Andrea's belly with
a bright red dye. The mark looked like a large dot, a couple of inches across
and was quite indelible once dry. He gave Andrea no explanation and the rest
of the slaves were soon assembled. It was time for work.
It was the planting season and all of the over 100 paddy slaves were currently
engaged in the placement of the individual rice stalks into the flooded soil.
When they arrived at the area to be planted, Andrea could see great bundles of
the young rice stalks on the trucks and on flat bed trailers. The overseers
were cutting the bands of twine that held them together.
The overseer handed Andrea a bundle and she followed the other slaves, wadding
knee deep into the opaque water. To plant the rice, a slave would stoop over
and take a single stalk, from the small bundle they were holding. Then they
would push the root end of the stalk into the soft mud under the water. The
slave would plant all the stalks in her bundle then return to the roadbed
where more of the opened great bundles were strewn along the shore. It was all
very labor intensive and primitive. There was no modern equipment to speak of
in the paddies of this farm, but Dominika didn't need expensive machinery. She
had slaves.
Andrea learned by emulating the other slaves, but she had of course never done
work like this. She was much slower than the others and soon one of the
overseers was barking at her to plant the seedlings faster.
She tried to pick up the pace, but soon she felt the strain in her back. She
straightened up and rubbed her lower back, trying to give the muscles a rest.
Thwack! Came the sting of the overseer's whip skillfully applied to her back
cheek. She squealed and turned. The black man stood on the embankment a few
feet away.
"You are lazy slave," he shouted. "Get to work. Faster or I flay your white
hide."
Andrea turned back to the work at hand, rubbing her soft backside and
redoubling her efforts to keep up with the other slaves.
By mid-day the stooping was really taking its toll on Andrea's back. She had
straightened up to give her back a rest when she though no one was looking,
but the overseer snorted loudly and reached menacingly for his whip and she
once again returned to planting.
She tried to take her mind off the boredom by watching the other slaves as the
mud oozed between her bare toes and her back screamed at her. They were mostly
women, just fewer than 100 in number. The slave population of the entire
plantation was over 200, the balance being breeder males, infants and small
children.
Every slave over the age of five worked in the paddy. The white males worked
side by side with them. None of them seemed to be having difficulty stooping,
even the women who were roundly pregnant. Probably you got used to being bent
over all the time after awhile, thought Andrea.
Two other young women approached Andrea and befriended her, introducing
themselves as Amy and Evelyn.
Evelyn was roundly pregnant, into her seventh or eighth month. She was a blond
and her hair hung loosely and clung to her tanned, sweaty back. She had
striking blue eyes, round and wide and a pretty smile.
Though fairer skinned than Evelyn, Amy had brown eyes and brown hair, darker
than Andrea's, but straighter and tied off at the back with a loop of twine.
Her breasts were full, and the dark red teats were swollen and elongated. She
told Andrea that she had a four-month-old baby and was a wet nurse.
Amy and Evelyn were both very friendly and showed Andrea how to plant the rice
quickly and just how many stocks to plant in a given area. They also showed
her how to bend over and plant the rice seedling with a kind of bounce, making
it easier on her back. Soon the three girls were laughing and socializing,
talking about babies and the farm- and the males.
Andrea had already talked with a few of the boys. They approached her when
they saw the red dot on her belly. "Would you sleep with me tonight?" they
asked, in a direct and easygoing manner. The invitations, though forward in
the extreme, were so sincere and unrehearsed that Andrea was quite unoffended
by them. When she instinctively told them no, they were unperturbed and moved
on to the next woman in season. There were plenty of females to go around.
Evelyn told her that there were about 10 white males. Three of them were
mentally retarded. Dominika was partial to them, as they were less of a
security risk. They were content as slaves, with enough to eat and all the
pussy they wanted. Also they did not have the mental capacity to plan a
rebellion, even if they had wanted to. The mistress observed that they mated
as well or better than the normal males, as they were less inhibited and
seemed more animalistic.
Amy whispered that another reason Dominika favored them was that she was
hoping some of their desired attributes would be passed on to their offspring.
She knew of course that their mental retardation was most likely not genetic,
but it was of course, highly desirable to breed the traits of docility and low
intelligence into the next generation of paddy slaves. Since the retarded
males were valued for other reasons, it made sense to mate them liberally with
the females and pass as much of their "slowness" on as possible.
In fact, the only real problem Dominika had with the retarded males was that
there were just not enough of them. They were prized for the same reasons by
other plantations and they were just too expensive and scarce to use
exclusively for the stud needs of the farm. She had to use normal white males
for the majority of natural fertilizations.
The girls also explained to Andrea the significance of the red mark placed on
her belly. Every day the overseers would review the ovulation charts for the
white females. Women coming into season were marked with a circle of red dye,
painted around their navels. This was the signal to white males to mate with
them. The dye lasted about the eight or ten days that the woman was fertile.
The male slaves were not to engage in relations with women who did not have
the mark and hence were not in season. Those females were reserved for the
enjoyment of the black overseers.
In this way, the mistress ensured that the vast majority of slave babies on
the plantation were purebred white, worth more on the slave market. At the
same time it ensured the overseers would have the fringe benefit of all the
white pussy they wanted.
The overseers constantly monitored the sexual activity of the slaves. They
frequently checked the women's vulvas and questioned the white males to see if
there were any female slaves who were reluctant to mate. This was primarily a
problem of the newer slaves. Once a female had been on the plantation for a
few months and had her first pregnancy, she tended to lose any inhibitions and
or loyalties to former husbands or boyfriends. Any women who did refuse to
mate, however, was subject to the same punishment that Andrea was subjected to
and this tended to cure any cases of chastity among the slaves.
Amy told Andrea surreptitiously that it was dangerous to turn down the boys
who approached her for sex, as she had heard Andrea do earlier. While none of
the normal white males would report her, the retarded ones certainly would and
in any case the overseers were going to make sure she was mated. Amy advised
her to agree to a nice warm, wet night with the next boy who asked, or she
might get stuck with one of the retarded males.
Andrea however was disappointed with the normal males. They were all well
built and in nice shape, attractive boys. But that was just it. They were
boys. While the retarded males were in their thirties, Most of the normal
males were in their late teens, the oldest, said Amy, was 21.
It was another way the mistress had of minimizing the security risk, by making
sure there were no individual slaves, particularly male, who were likely to
lead or join a revolt.
Andrea could see now that escape from the plantation would be next to
impossible and there was virtually no chance of a slave uprising. The retarded
whites where not able to plane such a move and the normal white males were
just kids. None of them would have dared to start an action which would almost
certainly end in failure and get them sold to the mines or the quarries- or
worse. They were malleable at those ages and could be cowed as easily as the
women.
After about five hours, at mid-day, they took a break. The overseer blew a
whistle and the slaves waded out of the paddy. On the road two trailers
carried long troughs of the rice porridge, along with loaves of bread and some
dried fish. The slaves all lined up near the troughs and knelt, waiting
patiently. Andrea watched as three female slaves scooped up helpings of the
porridge with large spoons and dumped it into wooden bowls. Chunks of the
bread, a few vegetables and a small piece of the fish were added to each bowl.
Then small groups of about ten slaves were sent to pick up the bowls and take
them to each group. The slaves would then eat communally within the small
groups, dipping their bread into the porridge, or using their fingers.
Andrea wanted to eat with Amy and Evelyn, but Amy told her she had to go nurse
her baby and some of the other infants while she ate.
"The mistress does not allow most of the mothers to nurse their babies after
about three or four months," said Amy. "When a girl is nursing it is harder
for her body to conceive the next child. Our babies are weaned as soon as they
are able to eat solid food, so there's usually only 10 or 15 of them, over
four months who need nursing."
"To feed them the overseers pick four or five of us who are giving a lot of
milk, as wet nurses." Amy sighed. "That's why my breasts and nipples are so
big. I have to suckle two or three babies beside my own."
"I'll sit with you anyway," said Andrea.
"No," said Amy. "We wouldn't be able to talk with the hungry babies crying.
You need to meet the rest of us and find a boy. We can talk after lunch."
Andrea agreed and stayed in the line.
They were given about an hour to eat. The slaves huddled together to socialize
and gossip. It was peaceful and idyllic. The females with young babies nursed
their children, holding them and rocking them gently. The vast majority of the
women were either pregnant, or already had infants, or both.
All girls with red navels were flirting shamelessly with the males. Some were
already kissing and petting on the embankment while they ate their meal.
Andrea was just about to receive a bowl and join Evelyn, when Jamie, an
attractive slave boy about 18 years old, approached her. He was carrying two
bowls of food. She recognized him as one of the boys she'd talked to earlier
in the day.
"Andrea, overseer Tabu is not happy with you. It's gotten back to him that
you've been turning down boys who've been asking to sleep with you."
Andrea looked up at the road. The overseer was looking directly at her,
brandishing his correction rod menacingly.
"He said for us to go over to the grove and fuck."
Andrea looked at Jamie. She had wanted to eat with Evelyn.
Jamie touched her shoulder lightly. He was attractive enough, with ice blue
eyes and long brown wavy hair. But he was a year younger than she was. Weren't
there any men older besides the retarded white males and the overseers?
Andrea glanced at the overseer, who was obviously on the verge of coming down
into the paddy with his rod. She knew she was on the edge and if he had to get
his pants wet she'd surely get a very painful sting.
Jamie made the decision for her. "Come on," he said. "We only have an hour.
And we have to eat too."
Jamie took her hand and led her over to the little copse of trees. From where
they were, it appeared to be a small hill, between the two major rice paddies.
When the paddies were flooded, as they were now, the little grove was
practically an island, connected to the shore only by the service road. Jamie
hurried them along and when they got there she saw that a lush, grassy glade
descended a few feet from the road bank, dropping slowly until it met with the
water. About 20 huge shade trees, knurled with age, dotted the flat and the
ground was covered with long green grass.
"Oh how lovely," said Andrea.
Jamie helped her down the embankment and they padded barefoot, onto the tiny
island. Once they were on the grass she could see the whole grove, for it was
quite open and airy. But they could not be seen from the paddies, where the
other slaves were working. Only the overseers in the truck parked on the road
could see them.
It was beautiful and intimate. But Andrea could see they were not alone. Here
and there were four other white couples fucking boldly on the warm grass,
smiling and rutting as if they were in the privacy of a bedroom.
Andrea looked up nervously at the road, but Jamie reminded her that it was all
right. This area was technically out of bounds to the slaves, but the
overseers tolerated the visits here as long as the purpose was to copulate.
Mistress Dominika herself had instituted the long lunch schedule, to encourage
mid day sexual activity. Sometimes the visits were even mandated, as was the
case for Andrea and Jamie. Rules were relaxed and the overseers frequently
even allowed the couples a few extra minutes at play. They were given extra
bits of food to take with them and couples who performed well were rewarded
with slices of fresh fruit or melon and sometimes even candy. At times, the
overseers would have some prurient fun with the slaves, jokingly spreading
peanut butter or honey, (rare treats for the slaves) on a girl's breast or
vulva. The substance was to be licked off by the male and serve as a further
stimulation to mating. Any expedient was tried as long as it resulted in more
sex, more pregnancies and more pure Caucasian babies to sell.
Jamie sat on the grass and started to eat. He motioned for her to hurry and
eat as well.
"I love this place," he said. "It reminds me of home."
"Where are you from, Jamie," asked Andrea, now scooping the mush out of the
bowl with her fingers.
"I grew up on a farm in South Africa. We grew wheat and flax. My mother had a
garden and there were trees just like these. "
"How did you end up here?"
"Our farm was seized when the blacks overran our region. We escaped and lived
in a refugee camp for about a year, but then we were captured."
"What happened to your family?"
"My older brother was killed in the war. My father's probably dead, he was
sent to a quarry. My mother and my two younger sisters are probably alive...
somewhere."
"I'm sorry Jamie," she said.
"It's the same for all of us," he said. "But we learn to cope with it. Our
lives before are gone forever. We know that. After a while, you just accept
it. I'm sure you had family too."
"Yes," she said. "My father's dead. The others, I don't know."
"Were you married?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
It was indeed beautiful place. If only she were free and alone, how wonderful
it would be to just lay back and enjoy the solitude and the warm blue sky. The
sunlight reflected off the water and sparkled in millions of tiny rainbows
thrown into the shadows of the tress. There was the color green, in seemingly
infinite shades and nuances. It was as if the little glade were bursting with
energy, the very quintessence of life itself. She had to admit it was a most
appropriate place to engender a baby.
They finished up their lunch and Jamie took his wrap off. "We better fuck
now," he said.
Andrea looked up at the road. Tabu was there looking at them, waving the
correction rod slowly. She untied her wrap and laid it beside her. Jamie
pushed her back gently into the soft grass and knelt between her legs as she
slowly spread them. His manhood was already stiff and throbbing as he worked
his delicate young fingers along her labia. He discovered her wetness and
smiled.
They could hear the soft gasps and cries from the other couples as they
consummated their own casual yet profound unions.
Andrea caught her breath as he lowered his mouth to her crotch. Her eyes
widened when he began licking her slit and inner thighs.
"Ahhh haa, Jamie," she gasped, as his long tongue rasped upward, sweeping
across her clit. Her legs doubled and her heels went to her bottom cheeks as
she thrust her womanhood up to his open mouth lewdly.
She felt hot with shame. It was so nasty for him to put his mouth there, where
she peed! And yet it felt so good. Sooo goood! Every time he licked her clit
it brought a little cry of ecstasy from her lips and by the time he raised his
face from her sex, she was seething with need for him.
He moved his loins to hers and his six-inch boy cock slid into her depths.
He was smaller than Jordy, but he still felt very good. She smiled and when he
planted her face and neck with little nipping kisses, she giggled, licking his
ears and throat. He seemed so tender and affectionate, yet fervent and eager.
It was not at all like Jordy's rough, violent lunges or Jeff's tentative,
almost impotent probing.
The little glade was alive now with rhythmic squeals of ecstasy from the
females and the sharp, orgasmic cries of the males as they ejaculated. She and
Jamie were rutting just as shamelessly as the others were and Andrea bucked
and twisted on his organ with glee.
Suddenly he stopped, bringing his face nose to nose and sliding his manhood
from her vaginal grasp.
"Get on all fours," he said. "I'm going to fuck you from behind. The overseers
like to see us do it that way. They think it enhances the chances of
conception."
Andrea loosed a soft whine, but complied. Seconds later the boy was slogging
her like a dog, holding her by the hips and thrusting his belly onto her warm,
soft buttocks.
Andrea's toes curled as Jamie cleaved her. His penis stroked her vaginal walls
in a way subtly different from the way it felt with "normal" face to face sex.
Jeff had never done it to her this way. When she'd been married she would have
been shocked and disgusted if he had suggested it. But here on the open grass,
with this lovely boy, it seemed so right and natural.
He was plunging deeper now. She felt like an animal. And it felt good. Then
Jamie reached down to diddle her clit and Andrea nearly swooned with passion.
"Oh yes... Oh, fuck me Jamie."
"Oh yes, Andrea. Push back, lover. I'm gonna cum..."
Andrea exploded into orgasm and collapsed on her face, her nipples caressing
the grass as fecund loads of warm semen was ejaculated into her womb.
"Oh yes, love you... love you," she murmured.
They joined other slave couples who were returning to the paddy, males holing
hands with their maculate females. Andrea blushed as they walked past the
overseer. She knew he had carefully watched them and the other slaves the
whole time they were in the glade.
"You like this grove." Laughed Tabu. "Mistress call this Orgy Forest. Lots of
little whelps get start here."
Andrea's back managed to survive the day and when the whistle was blown at
dusk she walked back to the hovels with the Amy and Evelyn.
"You sleep in hut with slave boy Timmy," said Tabu to Andrea. "Do fucky fucky
all night. We check you tomorrow; better feel lots of boy juice in cunt."
Blond, winsome Timmy was even younger than Jamie, but he knew how to perform.
Andrea was indeed given two more injections of sperm that evening, on the
little reed mat that served as their bed.
She even talked to him a bit between lovemaking. He pulled out a plastic comb
from under the straw pillow and began to run it through her now tangled hair.
Caucasoid hair was straight and thick, susceptible to lice. There were no lice
on this plantation and Mistress N'kuba wanted to keep it that way, so she
issued cheep, fine-toothed combs to allow the slaves to groom each other.
Timmy also massaged her back, easing the pain of stooping. He assured her she
would get used to it within a few days.
Andrea returned the favor and gave Timmy a massage and then it was time for
another joy session. When they were done, her fatigue took over and before
long she had curled up to his warm, tan body to sleep.
Andrea's second day in the rice paddy differed in only one important respect.
She started the day as before, walking down to the work area just after dawn.
She planted rice in the mud for five hours, ate lunch, fucked with Jamie again
in the little glade and returned to the paddy to work the afternoon.
It was just after lunch when an event occurred, common on the farm, but quite
novel to Andrea.
A young girl named Kerri, with golden blond hair wadded out of the paddy and
lay down on her back in a grassy section of the road embankment. Andrea had
met her the previous evening. She was full term pregnant and her labor pains
had begun had three hours before. Now they were close together and she was
ready to give birth. The overseers allowed one of the older women, who already
had three babies, to assist the girl. The other woman helped remove the
mother's wrap and placed it under her hips.
It was the slave girl's first child, conceived on the plantation soon after
her arrival.
Although careful to maintain her work speed, Andrea watched spellbound. The
act of giving birth was disgusting and ugly and beautiful and splendid, and
most of all, fascinating and profound. Andrea happened to be only a few feet
away, looking right between the girl's splayed thighs.
It was not a difficult birth. Kerri's belly was full, with a large, healthy
child, but her hips were wide and she was in good physical condition. She
grunted and pushed, crying and gasping with pain. But the other woman held her
hand, encouraging her.
"Come on sweetie... push hard. That's a good girl. Breathe, sweetie... now push."
Kerri gave a sharp cry, groaning from her labor pangs. I took a half-hour more
for her to push the baby out of her womb. But finally, Andrea could see the
top of the head emerging from the girl's birth canal. She contracted again
with another cry and the baby's head appeared. The girl whimpered and panted
her now milk filled breasts bouncing with her exertions. A minute later she
pushed again and the rest of the baby came gushing out.
The other woman caught the child so as not to let it fall onto the dirt and
the baby drew its first breath, beginning the vociferous squalling that
characterized a newborn.
M'buto handed the older woman a cloth, soaked in clean warm water and she
cleaned the baby carefully as the mother tried to catch her breath.
"It's a boy!" the woman said to Kerri, placing the infant at his mother's
breast. As the girl sighed, exhausted by the effort to expel her baby, her
muddy toes dug into the grass and her legs remained spread obscenely, exactly
as they had done nine months before to receive him.
The infant quieted and began to nurse and the other woman cleaned Kerri's
vulva and legs with the damp cloth. She took the girl's wrap and rinsed it in
the paddy water and laid it on the grass to dry.
Mother and child were allowed to rest on the roadside for the remainder of the
day. But Kerri had to walk back to the huts with the other slaves, her new
infant suckling at her breast. On the way, some of the women (including
Andrea) clustered around, fussing over the baby and commenting on his eyes and
hair. They speculated on who the father was, but of course no one knew for
sure. There was so much overseer-enforced transience in their sexual relations
that few of them had any idea who the father of their child was.
Andrea was astonished at how beautiful the baby was. His tiny hands and feet
were formed to perfection. As was the angelic little face that his wondering
mother gazed into.
Andrea padded back to the slave hovels with the others and she thought about
how keenly the event symbolized their status as property.
The miracle of life. A perfect white baby, conceived, carried and birthed, by
a pretty Caucasian slave girl, to enrich her black mistress.
