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Fallen into Slavery: Chapter 6

Of course Sarina didn't want to keep my cock locked up any longer than when she was near her. “What about my wife? She can't figure it out. I protested.

“I know I’ve told you this before, your slut wife doesn’t matter. You belong to me and I will do whatever I want with you. "Would you rather know about this," she squeezed my caged cock, "or would you rather she know that you are fucking her daughter?" I chose the lesser evil and had to find a way out of this whole situation. I was a slave to my own indiscretions in my own home.

She had me lie on my back with my head on the sofa. “You will learn a lot today, so pay attention. She caressed my face with her feet. “Clean the soles of my feet thoroughly with your tongue, white boy. No matter how dirty my feet may be, what matters are my desires and my self-esteem. Suppress your base, pathetic impulses and don't you dare show any signs of disgust or indignation. Please apologize to me to make sure I understand that this is an honor and a privilege for you. Thank you for that. Vacuum up sweat and dirt and dry the spaces between your toes thoroughly. Humiliate yourself. Show me that I am valued and revered as a true Nubian Goddess. There is no room for ego and pride in your life. It's everything for me. Give in to your true feelings.

As she spoke, I followed her instructions and took my time cleaning her up. He went further than last time and cleaned her legs with cum. Just as I was worshiping her ass, I began to slip into my role. Her words were almost hypnotic.

The more I dedicated myself to this role, the harder my cock became. The metal chastity cage prevented me from achieving a full erection. This only fueled my desire to worship my new goddess. It was a terrible cycle.

After an hour of slow and tiring licking and sucking on every part of her divine feet, my mouth was dry and my tongue was sore. My cock didn't get soft the entire time; As evidence, the cage was covered in precum.

"You're learning, slut." The black teenager lifted her feet off my face. “Now go make us lunch.” As I left the room, she turned on an unfamiliar television show with an all-black cast.

I soon returned with some frozen meals that I heated up. I sat down next to her. The plump black goddess sighed in disappointment. "You need to work on your cooking skills and white fags don't belong on furniture and don't deserve dishes."

My plate of food was stolen as I sat down on the carpet. Sarina collected all the food in the dog bowl on the floor, which wasn't there, before I started preparing the food.

She started picking at her food with a fork, taking small bites from time to time. “By trying to sit on the couch with me or have a meal with dishes and cutlery, you are saying that we are equals. You can't even claim to be a real man, which makes you believe that you are even remotely equal to a real woman. You are a slave, not a man.”

All the while I watched in silence as she humiliated me. Pointing with a fork, "What's wrong, faggot?" You expect me to eat this crap and you don't? Eat,” I moved to pick up a piece of chicken with my fingers. Sarina made a disapproving sound. It took me a second to understand what she wanted.

I got on all fours and carefully put a piece of food in my mouth. I waited to make sure I guessed correctly, and then they took another bite. “See, faggot, white people, especially men, are not good. You are property. You are animals. You are slaves. The only reason to keep you here is for the enjoyment and entertainment of the Superior Black Race.”

I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon worshiping Sarina's feet, her ass, or serving as a piece of furniture for her. What I liked best was when she sat on my face. She called it her throne. I could smell her divine pussy, but her underwear and blackmail prevented me from doing anything about it. Needless to say, I soiled the chastity device most of the time.

All the time she talked about what she called the Black World Order. How black people will one day rule the world. That other races, especially whites, will be slaves to their Black Gods.

She “taught” me the place of a white man and how to behave. What was expected of me? She took into account how I might behave in front of my wife, at least until she learned of my status as a slave.

Most of it sounded like nonsense. But it's not like I have much choice in the matter. Because of my bad decisions, I became her slave. I doubted that I would be freed from this slavery any time soon. So I listened.

It was midday and Sarina told me to get dressed. At her direction, we went to her house and I had to park a few blocks away. There was no one at her house. When she reached her bedroom she ordered me to strip naked again.

I was afraid of being naked in a sixteen year old's bedroomold girl. What if her parents come home? I'm sure her father will kill me or at least kick my ass and call the police. Even though I knew I had little room to argue, I complied.

The dark-skinned goddess rummaged through the pile of boxes that had just been delivered. “You might want to call your whore wife and let her know you might be late.”

I called Monica and told her I was going to a bar with some friends. While I lied to my wife, Sarina pulled items one by one from her stack of boxes and pulled out her backpack. I hung up and waited.

She handed me a bottle, a razor and a towel. “Get rid of all that hair from the head down. Nadir, you can shave the rest.” She freed me from the chastity cage and showed me the bathroom.

I worked as quickly as I could to rid my body of hair. It gave me a new understanding of what women go through on a daily basis. When I was finished the shower was already running. Sarina examined me and shaved a few areas I had missed, including the inside of my buttocks near my ass.

I stood there while she applied cream all over my body, it smelled like flowers. Then she smeared deodorant on me and to top it off, she reattached the cock cage to my manhood.

Next was the clothing. I wasn't prepared for what she meant. First there were garter belts and fishnet stockings, then maid uniforms and high heels. A ball gag followed.

I almost jumped out of my skin when the front door slammed and a man shouted, "Honey, I'm home." I mumbled into my gag and the feeling of panic grew. I couldn't be found here.

Sarina hit me hard and screamed, "Mark your place, faggot!" The attack brought my panic back under control. the hard wooden floor as he approached.

My panic returned. I tried to move away to hide, but Sarina grabbed my balls tightly under my skirt. She squeezed me and pulled me towards her. “Yes, Dad, I have that useless white boy I told you about.”

I was shocked. I'm not sure what shocked me more; Her father wanted to tell her about the perversion that was going on or what she had told her father about me.

The huge black man entered the room. He stood over 6 feet tall and weighed over 300 pounds. The shirt clung tightly to his overly defined, muscular body. I was sitting almost upright and he came up to me, squeezed my ass and smiled.

The sound of Sarina's phone taking a photo drew my attention away from the giant black man. She smiled. "Thanks, Daddy." She hung up the phone.

“I'm proud of you, Sarina. You are just becoming a woman and you already have two white slaves." He hugged them and looked at me, "Let me know when this one is trained, I would like to rape a white fighter pussy." He squeezed my ass again and left.

The young goddess sprayed perfume on me. He then pulled out a rubber PVC mask that vaguely resembled the face of a Barbie doll. She reached into her panties, played with her pussy a little, and wiped her wet fingers under my nose. Then she put the mask on me, I couldn't see or speak and could hardly breathe. She ended up adding a side that I could only assume was a wig.

They took a few more pictures of me. They led me by the hand to another part of the house. I smelled it and almost tripped several times due to my heels and blindness.

Leather handcuffs were attached to my limbs and neck. Then I was tied to a piece of furniture in doggy position with my legs spread and my ass exposed.

There was silence in the room. I was alone, reserved and dressed like a girl. I want to know what's going on. I was scared.

I'm not sure how much time passed, minutes, maybe an hour. It started to rain somewhere near the house. My muscles began to tire from not being able to move.

The big, rough hand scared me. I immediately realized who it was: Sarina's father. He groped my ass and then the other one. He groaned; His voice was low and quiet. “It's been a while since I've had a fresh piece of fagot ass.”

His hands slid up my back and down my legs, slowly sliding over my cock in the steel cage and ending back at my ass. He entered me and grabbed my hips. I could feel his bulge through his jeans pants. He rolled his hips and pressed himself harder against me.

“I love the way white pigs scream and squeal when I poke them with my tail. Some pass out from the pain, but everyone comes back wanting more.” He continued to fuck me, pressing more and more weight onto me. He reached down and played with my dress until he found one of my nipples. I screamed into the gag as it brutally twisted my nipple.

This must have been a turning point for him. He walked away from me. The distinct sound of a zipper opening frightened me more than I could have imagined in such an everyday situation.sound.



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