Chapter 2

Purchased by the beautiful black goddess Ayira, I would now know the full and permanent consequences of being enslaved as I was walked out from Mistress Angela’s villa on a leash by her nubile black maids, dressed only in a white smock which emphasised the contrast between me and my black owner, to whom the sneering maids handed me over to. I erected hard as the Auburn haired Madam Angela laughed both cynically and haughtily at my predicament, she knowing fully that I was sexually excited by my humiliating defeat and obedience to the shapely Ayira.

Though Ayira’s shapely and firm buttocks shimmered delightfully with her movement as I was led in shame, I longed for one final sniff and lick of Angela’s Auburn tipped cunt and delightfully scented mature arsehole, wanting it all the more, in knowing that she was to depart that unknown part of Africa I was now held in after witnessing my initiation, she then going back to London to source more slaves for these bold tribal women.

This tribe consisted entirely of women, and as Angela had confided in me, apart from the few males kept as slaves, hunting parties of the very athletic women were sent out on occasion to capture suitable black males from other far off tribes, then brought back to service those women eager to bear offspring. Already humiliated at being captured by women, the males were then put to good use in ritualistic intercourse, often whipped whilst they copulated with delighted females, made to perform before a goading female audience. Having been put to good use for a period between two full moons, the hapless male was then disposed of. I was to witness such an event first hand.

The memory of Angela’s smug and dominant pleasure, as she’d related how male offspring were fostered out at birth had my cock twitching with a perverse pleasure. Taken out across the river, the male babies were well looked after by a discrete tribe aware of this tribes all Female society, whereas female offspring were nursed and schooled from birth, readied for adulthood in the matriarchal fold.

I thought on the humiliation of those captured males, my cock poking rigid as I was led along to face my own humiliation, just glad that as a white male, I was a treasured item for the black women, to be shown proudly in an emphasis of their dominance over all males ... to be teased, tortured, and put to good use in enslavement.

The two maids continued to whip my exposed buttocks as I was led like a lamb to the slaughter, they keen to show their dominance to he ranks of women, some seated some squatting and openly masturbating, some dancing and swaying their breasts in a show of feminine pride. Their warbling grew to a deafening cacophony as Ayire led me, her smug face a picture of noble dominance as I was taken across an arena like mound, covered with soft green grass. My anus tingled with a mixture of fear and masochistic wanting, on seeing a bench with shackles upon the mound, fearing I was to be awarded a further whipping. My cock pulsed rigid with submissive lust and a feeling of utter defeat as I was led to it, and a horde of warbling black and naked beauties converged on the mound to surround me.

I was already on the brink of spurting my load spontaneously, with just he sight of these women of all shapes and sizes, of all ages from teens to grey haired seniors, their wicked smiles and sneers having me know that I was truly in for something they were to thoroughly enjoy. Ayira sneered with a contempt of her own as she watched me take in the lush sight of ebony flesh, oiled to enhance its beauty in the hot sun, breasts, thighs and buttocks flaunted to glisten provocatively in the sunlight. Her sneer turned to a broad smile as the warbling beauties moved to one side, allowing three of their senior, and deliciously plump, women through. Ayira took the whip from one of the maids, and whipped my backside hard.

“Bow to your superiors! ... and kiss their feet in honour of your acceptance as a slave!” My balls yearned to expel a worthy wad of seed, as I bent to kiss the finely pedicured feet of three smiling woman, my eyes taking in their broad mature thighs and glistening cunts as I went down, my immediate obedience in the task having the audience of women laugh cynically, seeing my pleasure in submission made so obvious, the sound of that laughter having me kiss each foot adoringly, the humiliation blissful. One of the senior women sneered as took the leash from Ayira, tugging my dad up to look at her huge slightly sagging breasts poking nipples hard with sexual excitement.

“It seems you have purchased well Ayira, we shall put him to the test to confirm it!” The crowd of women warbled their delight as Ayira pulled me to the bench and smiled own at me with a wicked grin.

“You’ll now face the challenge of the three goddesses ... you’ll satisfy all three or expire in the process...” I gasped with wonderment at just what I was to face, when I found myself being laid back across the bench, face up, and my ankles and wrists shackled down at the bench’s feet ... made absolutely helpless.