Chapter 14
It amazed me when we were taken down that blood didn't run from my abused
gash. I was sore from mid thigh to the heart of my sex, but the afterglow of my
intense orgasm tempered the pain. Until then the captivity had been a mixture
of shock, curiosity, fear, and anger. Now fear and anger were competing with a
lust born of the most overwhelming sexual gratification of my life. Like a born
glutton given her first bite of candy, I wanted more.
My whip-induced orgasm changed me in another way. I knew some primitive
force had been unleashed, called forth by the domination of these men. I wasn't
choosing to do these perverted things to my body. No lady would find pleasure
in being naked before strangers, and certainly not in being whipped. With all
freedom of choice taken away, something in me was actually set free to find
fulfillment, now relieved of the dampening effect of responsibility for my
action or my reactions. I could absolve myself of blame for the otherwise
shameful arousal and satisfaction I had experienced. Since I was forced into it
against my will, how could I prevent my body from expressing its own nature?
To explore this newfound sexuality I had to submit, and I sensed the more
obedient I became to my new masters, the freer I would be to experience my
ecstasy. I was, without realizing it at the time, becoming a slave to my own
passion. It didn't occur to me to question how I could change in a few hours
from the demanding little princess of the manor to a groveling slave.
I stood beside mother, wondering what she was experiencing as I lowered my
head for the first time before the men as a sign of my submission. Sissy knelt
nearby, while Moss and Rufus stood at their posts with hands cuffed behind them.
I imagined I saw a look of recognition and sympathy on the black men's faces,
though they still followed their male instincts with pricks grown hard from
watching our beating.
Jess finally spoke, "Now aside from momma's little session with Rufus, you
two probably have no experience as cock suckers, and the three of us are not
much interested in a blow job by a beginner. We might get bit." They all
laughed at that. "So the way we're gonna do this is momma's gonna suck on Rufus
and baby's gonna do Moss. You both get twenty minutes to get your buck to come.
If either of you fails we come up with a suitable punishment for both of you."
Rufus and Moss happily submitted to being secured standing spread eagle
between adjacent posts, one's left arm and leg, and the other's right side,
sharing a post. I had no idea what I was doing except from what little I had
learned by watching Sissy. I assumed mother had no first hand experience as
well. All I had was a newfound urge to please my captors. An hour before, I
would have refused to touch any penis with my mouth, and would have died before
touching a black one. Now I was a slave, and in the equality of slavery color
made no difference to me. If anything, I discovered a feeling of empathy and
kinship with these men. Having felt superior to them since earliest childhood,
it was a queer sensation to be getting on my knees to perform the most intimate
sexual service for a man my family owned.
With only a moment's hesitation I took the black penis in my right hand and
cupped his hanging balls in the other. I slid the pliable skin of his member
back and forth as I'd seen Sissy do, fascinated by the way the foreskin
retracted from the head as my hand moved toward his crotch, then rolled back
over it as my hand came back toward the purple head. I looked up to his face to
see how he was reacting, strangely anxious for his approval. He gaped down at
me, desire in his eyes.
I softly said, "Tell me how to please you."
Surprise registered on his handsome black features, but finally he said in
low tones, "Ah yes Ms Mandy, that feel good. . . . It feel real good if you
pulls the skin back and puts your tongue on the head. Ah yes, that's it. . .
Now lick around it. . Oh that feels good runnin the tip of your tongue in the
slit. Squeeze my balls just a bit, . . that's it, that's better. Now put your
mouth over it and take it in as far as you can. . . . Ah yes, yes, fuck it with
your mouth. Squeeze me with you lips and rub your tongue."
For several minutes we were bonded together in body and spirit. I was his
servant striving with all my heart to bring him pleasure, jerking my head
forward and back to suck and squeeze in my own aroused desire to satisfy.
Finally, when I felt his rock hard manhood spasm in rhythmic surges, he
moaned, "Yes oh lordy I's gonna come, I's gonna come." The first gush of thick
emission caught me by surprise with its hot salty volume. My sucking was
quickly changed to gulping as his spunk came forth in diminishing pulses. When
the oozing stopped I took my mouth off and turned toward the white men, giving
them a demur smile with my cum stained lips as if to suggest I was ready for
more.
I turned back to see what mother was doing. She held Rufus in her hand, the
other hand at her side. He stood like a statue, looking straight ahead as
though offended by someone's unwanted attention. The stiffness of feeling was
mutual. Even though mother put her lips over the head from time to time it was
mere formality without commitment. A stab of anxiety hit my stomach, coupled
with sadness for her. Why couldn't she find what I had found, the freedom to by
the sexual slut buried deep within?
I knew her time was more than half gone. Acting on my own arousal I crawled
over to them and knelt behind Rufus. Running my left hand up the inside of his
right thigh, I firmly grasped his ball sack, wrapping my fingers above his nuts
and tugged down hard enough to make him groan with pleasure. Knowing that
sooner or later they were going to make me do it anyway, I used my right hand to
increase the spread of his butt cheeks and touched my tongue to the acrid
tasting anal opening.
Running my tongue around the crinkled entrance, I took time to adjust to the
taste and smell, and then wormed the tip of my tongue inside. I began
retreating and advancing as I felt his ass cheeks quiver under my hand and heard
him moaning louder and louder. Finally his hips jerked forward and he climaxed
with a loud groan. I felt a thrill of power and elation.
