Chapter 16: First Punishment

They didn’t talk as they drove back to Masood’s house. Emma was still shocked that Abdi had made her suck off Salem. She had agreed to become Abdi’s slave since she thought that that was the only way that he could fuck her without committing a sin. Didn’t Salem commit a sin by fucking her in the mouth? And she could still feel the pain from the piercing. It reminded her that she was now labeled as a SLUT. She worried about the reaction of the other girls at school.

When they got back to the basement, Abdi told her to strip naked again. She quickly complied. She had no resistance to being naked in front of her Master. Then he had her kneel on the couch with her legs wide open while he took pictures of her smiling. He told her that the SLUT belly piercing made her look especially sexy. The compliment made her feel good despite her fear of what the other girls would say. He told her that he would email the pictures to her so that she could see how sexy that she was.

Abdi decided that it was time to end the date. Emma was relieved. It was getting late and she wanted to get home before her mother returned from where ever she was. He gave her a bag to hold her slave collar, her practice dildo and the aftercare treatment for her belly piercing. She dressed and he brought her home telling her that he would call her tomorrow. She was relieved when she discovered that her mother was still out. She didn’t want to explain about what she had in the bag.

When she got back to her room, her mind was racing as she thought about the events of the day. The fucking that she got was incredible. She knew that she wanted to get fucked by Abdi’s big Black cock every day! She must be a nympho like Alice Green said that all redheads were. However, in order to get fucked and avoid sin, she had submitted to Abdi as a slavegirl! She was still shocked about doing so. It had seemed so right at the time. And she had meant it! She didn’t have any white privilege about not wanting to be the slave of a Black boy. She would be ashamed to have racist thoughts like that. And she had long fantasized about being a slavegirl. But this was real! She really meant her submission. And she had learned that a slavegirl might have to obey her Master and do things that she didn’t want to do. But she knew that she couldn’t stop. She needed to get fucked by his big Black cock. Maybe the belly piercing would be his only command that she wouldn’t like.

She decided that she needed to take a shower in order to wash off all the traces of sex that she had had that day. When she dried off, she looked at herself in the mirror. The SLUT belly piercing really was prominent. It proclaimed what she was. She remained naked when she got back to her room and went to her email. She downloaded the pictures that Abdi had sent her. There she was, smiling as she displayed her SLUT piercing. Anybody looking at the pictures would really conclude that she is a slut. She decided that since she was a slut, she should practice. She got out the practice dildo, knelt down in front of her computer with her legs spread, spit on the dildo and started licking up and down. Occasionally

she would fantasize and say things like “Does this please you Master?” As she moved her head up and down she sucked as hard as she could so that her cheeks indented. She was sure that would make her Master moan when she next sucked his cock. Finally, she was getting tired. She knew it was time for her to do her slavegirl duty. She got out the slave collar and wrapped it around her neck. She knelt down in front of her computer, spread her legs as wide as possible, grasped her hands behind her neck and said her slave mantra three times. “Master, I am your slave. I am your property. I will obey your every command.” Emma felt good when she finished. She had obeyed her Master like a good slavegirl should! Even thought he couldn’t see her, some part of her felt that her Master knew that she had submitted to his will. She fell asleep contented.

Of course, Abdi had watched the whole performance on her web cam. He was pleased at how hard that she sucked on the dildo. He knew that he would get even more pleasure the next time she sucked him. And he was ecstatic when she recited her mantra even when she didn’t think that he could see her. She really had submitted to him as a slavegirl. Tomorrow, it would be time to take her on her next step on her journey into submission!

Emma awoke. What was that pain? It was her belly piercing! She was marked with a belly piercing that said SLUT! And she was wearing a slave collar! She had submitted herself as a slavegirl to her Master Abdi. The events of the previous day came flooding back to her. Most of all she remembered that fantastic fucking that she had received with her Master’s beautiful Black cock. She needed that again.

She remembered her duty. She got down on her knees, spread her legs as wide as possible, clasped her hands behind her neck, stuck out her tits and said three times, “Master, I am your slave, I am your property, I will obey your every command.”

Abdi was pleased as he watched the performance. This infidel slut had truly submitted to him. He would enjoy the next steps to complete break her to his will.

Emma went downstairs. Her mother was up but looking a little tired. She thought that her best approach would be to question her mom about her night so that she didn’t ask her about hers. “Did you have a good time last night, Mom. What time did you get home?”

“Who is the mom here? Did you get back by your curfew?” Jennifer didn’t want her daughter to know what she had done last night. She hadn’t meant to stay out so late but the pleasure that she was getting from those Black cocks was overwhelming her. She wanted to get fucked again and again. But she didn’t want her daughter to know about it. She was too young to get fucked. Time enough for her to learn about Black cocks when she is older. Besides, she knew that her daughter was very responsible. She wouldn’t be drinking or doing drugs or stay out past her curfew and get into trouble.

“I met some friends at the mall and we partied but I was back for curfew” she lied.

“Mom, do you think I could use that red nail polish that you use. I think that it would go good with my hair.”

This was new. Her daughter had been more of a tom boy and really hadn’t shown much interest in her appearance like most girls up until now. However, it was inevitable. She remembered back to when she had teenage hormones. Maybe it was that Black boy who took her on her first date that she wanted to attract. “Sure dear. That would be fine.”

Since Jennifer and Emma were not church goers, they had Sunday free. “What are your plans for today, dear?”

“Oh, I have some homework and then I’ll probably go to the mall and meet some friends.”

When Emma went upstairs to her room, Abdi was pleased when he saw that his infidel slavegirl had painted her nails red as he had commanded. She must be a natural slave. The legends of his clan were that red headed sluts initially resisted their enslavement. However, once they had recovered from the shock of slavery, aided often by the correct application of pain, the red headed slaves became completely submissive to their owners and provided their masters with years of pleasure. It looked like this would be true for this slut but he needed to take her to the next step. After she was done drying her nails, he texted her and told her to meet him at the mall. When she got to the mall, Abdi was waiting so she immediately got into his car.

“I like how you painted your nails. That red color nicely goes with your beautiful red hair. It looks very sexy.”

She had pleased him. She felt good in her stomach to have pleased her owner! And he said that her hair was beautiful and she was sexy! She liked being a slavegirl and having a considerate Master!

“Here, I’ve prepared another Somalian cigarette. I know you like them.”

Emma obediently puffed away on the joint. “What are we going to do today?” What she wanted to do was to go back to the basement and get fucked again by his big Black cock.

“Did you take your morning after pill last night that Mr. Tariq gave you?”

Emma nodded. “I had to. You fucked so much cum into me yesterday that I would have had 10 Black babies if I didn’t.” She giggled. “And I’ve started taking the birth control pills he gave me too. Once they kick in I won’t have to take the morning after pill any more.”

“Well I think that we should first go to Mr. Tariq’s shop and thank him again for the pills. I don’t think that we have thanked him enough. After all, if it wasn’t for him, I couldn’t be fucking you the way that I have.”

That seemed cool. Mr. Tariq was such a nice man. And Abdi was right about the fucking. She didn’t know what they would do about birth control pills once the current supply ran out. And then they could go to the basement and she could get fucked again. She nodded her agreement.