Maureen's Choice (17 page)

“And don’t leave anything out.”

Maureen swallowed hard and had trouble finding her voice, “I…I…will beg my Master to allow me to…to…lick his ass crack and, while I stroke him, to tongue…to tongue his hole. I will be grateful if he permits me to drink his…his cum.”

“Is that what you want? Do you really wish to worship my black ass?”

She glanced up at him. His cruel face and penetrating eyes struck terror in her heart. “Yes, Master, to…to worship you in that way is what I most desire.”

The men laughed and joked about the General’s pretty little pet. The oldest of them, a dark skinned Pakistani who was grossly fat, said, “Perhaps, Suka, you’ll send your new American slave to me for an evening so she can honor me in the same way?”

“Yes, of course, Rifti, that’s what she for, isn’t it? Abject servitude and absolute obedience.”

“Yes, Master,” she bowed her head, “I’m here to serve and obey.”

She felt the sweaty hand of the Pakistani on her breast. “You don’t mind, do you?” His question was directed to Suka.

“No, my friend, whatever pleases you. The white American bitch enjoys it.”

At that moment the lights came up on what appeared to be a stage in the front of the room. There was commotion and loud shouting off in the wing to the right of the stage. After several moments a soldier Maureen recognized as one of the men who were with the General last night, led six naked white women across the stage. Each wore a collar similar to Maureen’s. These were linked together by lengths of chain. The girls’ wrists were cuffed behind their heads with plastic ties. Each girl wore ankle cuffs also linked by short lengths of chain. This forced them to take small steps. The women were naked except for stilettos. The first four were blushing furiously and looking about wildly. The fifth glared out at the General and his companions defiantly. The last was shouting obscenities. Standing at the back wall of the stage was Buru carrying what appeared to be a stick or a wand of some sort. From the collar of each girl hung a numbered card.

The tall brazen number six glared out at the row of seated men, “You fucking black bastards can’t do this! We’re fucking American citizens. You goddamn apes have no right!” she screamed.

“Buru, number six!” General Suka called out. The grinning retard quickly came up behind the woman who continued to yell obscenities. With one arm wrapped around her chest, he shoved the stick between her ass cheeks. There was a crackling sound and a flash of light. The woman screamed high and shrill and fell to the floor writhing in pain. The General turned to his companions, “A specially designed high powered cattle prod,” he explained. The other women looked down at number six horrified. She continued to cry out and roll about on the floor. There was a slight smell of burned flesh. In his excitement, the Pakistani squeezed Maureen’s nipple causing her to wince and make a little sound. He nudged the General, “I expect that American bitch is going to have a hard time shitting for awhile,” he laughed.

In a loud voice Suka said, “Unless number six shuts up and stands up she’s already taken her last shit!” Buru pulled the woman to her feet. She stood bent over in pain, the tears streaming down her cheeks. “Now,” the General demanded, each of you tell us your age, where you are from, and what you were doing in America before deciding to visit us here.”The men laughed. “We don’t want to hear your names. You will eventually be given new names. State your number.”

The soldier pointed to the first girl, a somewhat thin blonde with unusually large bright blue eyes. Maureen thought of her sister Eileen. The shy girl was trying to hunch her shoulders forward in an effort to make her breasts less exposed. Roughly the soldier wrenched her shoulders back. “Display your tits!” he shouted. With her hands cuffed behind her head and her shoulders drawn back her small firm breasts were pushed forward provocatively.

Her face was red with shame. She glanced down at the number to make sure she had it right. “I…I...I’m number one,” she whispered.

“Louder, bitch!” the General shouted.

Swallowing hard, the girl began again, “I’m number one. I’m from Ashland, Oregon. I’m eighteen. I am a freshman at the University there.”

“What were you studying?” one of the men asked.

“General studies for the first year but I hope to major in art history.”

“With a sweet mouth like that I think your new major will be sucking cock, sucking brown cock and sucking black cock.” The men shouted in agreement, laughing.

The soldier nodded to the second girl, a brunette with large soft breasts, a very slim waist, and a round, firm ass. “Number two,” she said. “Chicago. Twenty-four. Married for a year,” she paused, blinking to hold back the tears. “I’m a secretary in a cosmetics company.”

The next girl had been standing with her head bowed and did not raise it. “Number three,” she began.

The soldier stepped in front of her and jerked her head up. “Look at the buyers, bitch! They want to see what they’ll be bidding on tomorrow.” My God, Maureen thought. This is the slave trade Big Daddy mentioned. These poor girls are going to be sold!

The third girl stared out at the men seeming not to see them. She, too, was a brunette but with very pale skin. Her breasts were small but well formed, her tiny waist flared out in to a perfectly proportioned ass, She seemed to have trouble walking and even standing in the five inch heels. “Number three,” she repeated.

“I’m from Altmount, Kansas. My…my father is the pastor of the First Evangelical Church there. I’m nineteen. I work part time in the church rectory and volunteer as a nurses aid in the local hospital.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Suka asked.

“Yes, sir, I do.”

“Are you a virgin?”

She blushed, “Yes, I am.”

Rifti poked the General, “Certify that and you can double the opening bid,” he said.

The General smiled and nodded. “Two million, at least.”

The next girl stepped forward hesitantly, “I’m number four,” she said. I’m a senior at Michigan State University and a cheerleader.” Her body was well toned, her legs long and muscular, her breasts, stomach, and ass firm. It was clear she was athletic. “I’ll graduate in June as a Physical Therapist.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No…no, I’m not.”

“Too bad. Have you fucked around a lot?”

She shook her head, “I’ve only had two boyfriends.”

“Is your cunt nice and tight?”

“I….I….don’t….” the embarrassed girl began.

Suka cut her off, “How about your ass? You ever been ass fucked?”

“No!” she said quickly. “No never!”

One of the other men said, “Well, at least she’s got a virgin ass.”

The General addressed the line of women, “Any of you up there been ass fucked, raise your hand.” After a moment number six who was still softly whimpering, raised her hand. “That’s no surprise,” the General said. The bitch is becoming less valuable by the minute. He gestured toward the soldier who tapped the next girl. She was a very sexy redhead who, like number four, had a buffed body, long shapely legs, a well rounded firm ass and high firm breasts. She had been angry and sullen but since number six had been shocked and burned, she’d changed her attitude and even tried to smile at the row of men. “I’m number five,” she said. Age twenty-three. I’m a stripper. A pole dancer in an up-scale club in Los Angeles. I’m certainly not a virgin, but I wasn’t lying about my ass. Lots of men have wanted to…you know, take me there, but the price has never been right.”

“You ever fuck a black man?” Suka asked.

“Almost once, but, no, not yet.”

Again the General directed his question to the group. “Any of you ever fuck a black man?” Tentatively, number six raised her hand.

“Well now we’re down to the loud mouthed bitch,” the General said. “That black man was probably the best fuck she ever had. Ain’t that right, bitch.”

She straightened up but it was obvious she was in great pain. She nodded. “Yes,” she said. “It was good.” She looked at the soldier who nodded for her to go on. “Number six. Age twenty-six. Personal escort. New York City.”

“A fucking personal escort is the same as a whore, right?”

She wasn’t sure how to answer him. “We’re like call girls. Very expensive.”

“Whore! Suka shouted. She nodded and said nothing. The General stood and the soldier on the stage went down the line poking each girl between the shoulder blades. “Up straight, bitches,” he said. “Display your tits, part your legs so the buyers can see your American cunts. Wet your lips.” They did as he ordered. All looked frightened but several still appeared slightly defiant. The men discussed them commenting on one’s full lips, another’s round ass, the soft tits of number two, the blue eyes of number one, the strong legs of the cheerleader.

They congratulated General Suka. Rifti whose damp hand still rested lightly on Maureen’s breast said, “It looks like a good crop, General. But it must be a new shipment. They don’t yet understand what they are. They certainly need some training. The auction is tomorrow, isn’t it?’

General Suka smiled, “Yes, tomorrow all the buyers will be here. Rest assured, Rifti, the training doesn’t take long. The bitches will know what they are and will be sufficiently trained by then.” He turned toward the stage and gestured at the soldier who led the women off the stage with Buru following behind number six, who limped painfully.

When they had gone, the lights came up in the room to reveal a bar against the back wall. Nancy stood behind it prepared to make drinks. The General picked up Maureen’s leash. Immediately she got on her hands and knees and, like a pet dog, crawled beside him. At the bar she again placed her hands behind her neck and got to her knees.

“It appears you’ve got this bitch trained already,” Rifti said. Suka patted Maureen’s head and she found herself unaccountably pleased with this, his first notice of her. ‘
My God, she thought, I am becoming his pet bitch.
’

“She wasn’t hard to break. She’s anxious to please, aren’t you bitch?”

He asked her a question so she knew it was permissible to speak, “Yes, Master,” she said.

The General raised his glass and the others did the same, “I think we’re in need of a little entertainment. How would you gentlemen like to see the bitch whipped?” Maureen’s heart sank. Suka leaned over her, “Ask to be whipped,” he said.

She was about to plead with him when she caught Nancy’s eye and the slight shake of her head. “Please, Master, have me whipped,” she whispered.

“I seem to recall the whip made you excited.” He turned to the men, “Her American cunt was dripping after Buru beat her.” He tugged on her leash. “Wasn’t it? The whip makes you hot, isn’t that right?”

She bowed her head then looked up at the laughing men, “I…I’m….not sure. I think maybe it does.”

“Well, we’ll soon know,” Rifti said.

“Crawl to the stage and wait there on your knees for Buru.”

As she crawled away from them, her leash dragging on the floor, one of the men remarked that she had a fine well rounded ass. “Has she been ass fucked,” he wanted to know.

“Yes, many times,” the General said. “Before I got her she was a whore for blacks in a place called Cleveland in America. But I understand her asshole is tight. She’s also knows how to use it, how to milk a big black cock.”

Kneeling on the stage waiting for Buru, Maureen felt her body tremble, whether in anticipation or fear she didn’t know. Buru and the soldier rolled a platform onto the stage. From its center rose a round wooden post. Near its top was an eyebolt. Attached to it was a pair of leather cuffs.

“Kiss the end of Buru’s prick,” the General shouted.

The grinning boy stood before Maureen with his unnaturally long cock dangling before her face. With her hands still locked behind her neck, she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his cockhead. She was quick to notice he smelled strongly of that rich black scent that never failed to arouse her. For a moment she found herself wondering what it would be like to feel this long thin primitive cock probing the back of her throat.

“Now stand and go to the whipping post,” the General said.

Unsteadily, Maureen rose to her feet and crossed to the post. Without being told, she lifted her hands to the cuffs. The soldier buckled them around her wrists and pulled them up tighter so that only the tips of her shoes were touching the platform. “Ask for it,” Suka said.

Turning her head to the side where Buru stood with his thin whip she said loud enough for all to hear, “Please Buru, whip me.” The whip swished through the air and cracked against her skin cutting her. She bit her lip and determined not to cry out, but by the fifth stroke she was screaming. By the tenth stroke she had passed over some threshold of pain and was pushing her ass away from the post in order to receive the searing lash of the whip. After forty strokes her back and ass and the backs of her legs were crisscrossed with dark red welts. The men at the bar laughed and cheered.

When the soldier unbuckled the cuffs, she collapsed onto the floor. The General allowed her to lie there for several minutes. As soon as she started to move, he called out to her. “Put your fingers in your cunt and then hold them up for us.” She did as he ordered. Her two fingers glistened with her juices. The men cheered again. “Does the whip make you hot?” Suka shouted.

She lifted her head and turned slightly toward him, “Yes, Master,” she rasped, “the whip makes me very hot.”

Buru was standing on the far side of the stage, his skinny naked body beaded with sweat. General Suka winked at the men, “Now, bitch, crawl on your belly to Buru and kiss the whip and kiss his ugly prick again.”

Painfully, she dragged her body across the rough floorboards to where Buka stood grinning down at her. He held the whip handle near her mouth. She kissed it. Painfully, she lifted her body to press her lips, once more, against the end of his cock. The General nodded at Nancy, “Take her to her room, treat the cuts, feed her, have her bathe, and prepare her for me. I’ll send for her around midnight.”

Nancy hurried to the stage and, after awhile, managed to lead her through a back door and into the hallway. They made slow progress back to Maureen’s room.