Chapter 25: The Business Arrangements

They arranged to meet at the Mosque, a place where Tyrone had never been. Both Abdikarim and the local Iman were there along with Tyrone and Hassan. The Iman had explained to Abdikarim what they were discussing. He was reluctant to sell any of his slavegirls. He and his friends had Paradise on earth having houris to provide them with pleasure at their command. But the Iman had explained how much money could be made for the Jihad. Abdikarim knew that if this was true that he had to sell his sluts; he needed to support the Jihad financially since he could not fight now.

Tyrone looked at the video. It as just liked Hassan had promised. These sluts looked incredibly young! And they were completely willing. They were happy to let one Black guy after another fuck them. “Are these sluts really 14?”

“These are the hottest white sluts in the freshman class,” replied Hassan.

“Are these sluts really your slaves?” he asked Abdikarim.

“All of these white sluts feel guilt about slavery. They feel shame that white people once enslaved the Black race. I have convinced them that the way that they can best pay reparations to the Black race is to become my slave. They have all knelt before me and declared their submission to me. They are my property!” he said emphatically.

Tyrone was impressed. This kid must have a big cock to get these sluts to enslave themselves. He realized that Abdikarim was a younger version of him. “Will these sluts accept it if you sell them to me. Will they accept me as their owner?” Tyrone didn’t want to use gorilla tactics on these sluts. It would reduce their value.

“They will obey. They are my property!” he said emphatically.

The Iman decided to negotiate. “If we sell these sluts to you, we don’t want a one time price. We want a percentage of your revenue.”

Hassan had not expected that. He didn’t like the idea of having partners. But these sluts were so sexy. He realized the Black men would pay a fortune to fuck them. He through out a low ball number.

The Iman was surprised at how high the number was. But he was a Muslim. He knew how to negotiate. Eventually, they agreed.

“I will start with one slut at first to see how it works out.” Tyrone had noticed the red headed slut. He had always lusted after red heads but never got to fuck one as young as this. “Bring me this red headed slut.”

Abdi hated the idea of selling Emma. She was his first slavegirl. He actually had feelings for it. But this was for the Jihad, for Islam. He nodded. “I will get her for you if you want to wait here.”

Abdi texted Emma that he was coming over to pick her up and get ready for him. He told he to wear the short black party dress that he had recently had her mother purchase for her but not to put on underwear. He also told her to bring out her collar and leash. As a final touch he told her to put on the highest stilettos that he had recently told her mother to buy.

When Emma got the text, she was concerned. Her Master had never done anything like this before. It sounded like he was taking her to a party but he had always told her about a party in advance. Also, why did he only want her and not her mother. She discussed this with her mother who was equally concerned. But there was no question that she would obey. She was his property after all. She had to obey his every command.

When Abdi arrived he looked over his slavegirl. She had submissively obeyed his commands. He was pleased but had no doubt about her obedience. He took the collar and leash and had her kneel before him and put her collar around her neck as she helpfully moved her long red hair out of the way. Then he attached the leash. “Slavegirl, what is your mantra?”

Emma responded sincerely. “Master I am your slave. I will obey your every command. I am your property.”

“Good slave. You have pleased your Master.” With that, Abdi helped Emma up and pulled on her leash as he lead her back to his car not caring if any of the neighbors saw.

After riding in the car for some time without talking, Emma timidly asked “Master, where are you taking me?”

“You will know when we get there slavegirl” he said severely.

That comment caused Emma to get queasy. What was her Master doing? This was so unlike him. But whatever it was, she knew that she had to obey him. When they arrived at the Mosque, Emma realized what it was. Her fear increased. What was her Master doing? Why would he bring her to the Mosque? Is he going to have every Muslim at the Mosque fuck her? Abdi got out of the car and led Emma into the Mosque by her leash where Tyrone and the others were waiting.

When the kid led Emma into the room, Tyrone was impressed. This slut was even sexier in person than on the video. She just radiated sexuality. And judging from the collar and leash, she was just as submissive as the kid had claimed. She really was his slavegirl! He liked the way that the slut painted her nails red; he liked the bright red lipstick she had on. He also liked the fact that she struggled to walk in the stiletto heels that she was wearing. It added a look of inexperience to the slut that he knew that his customers would like.