Sandra pouted and reached over to run a hand up his thigh. "But honey, it could be fun! And you know I've been craving a good, hard fucking. You never seem to have time for me anymore." She leaned in closer, her voice low and seductive. "If we won, you could watch me ride that huge cock and scream his name while he pumps me full of cum. Wouldn't you like that, baby?"
Fourteen-year-old Serrah is sold as a slave in 1773 by the father of the son Serrah was lying down for in Sierra Leone, Africa, because the father wants perfectly formed Serrah for himself. The boy is manhandled by the British slavers and sailors on the Middle Passage voyage that lands him in South Carolina Colony to survive or not on his back on Daufuskie and Hilton Head Islands until his talent and perseverance get him to the brothels of Savannah and control of his own destiny.
This story is presented as a sequence of chat messages between a guy and a girl planning a kinky encounter at the community pool. No actual sex takes place during the story, the story hints at sex to come.
WARNING: THIS STORY INVOLVES EXTREME BODY MODIFICATION. IF THAT ISN'T YOUR "THING" PLEASE DO NOT READ THE STORY. CHECK THE CODES.
A slave is SEVERELY modified to suit its owner's client. The slave discovers the true meaning of being owned.