The Story of Caya

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The Story of Caya became pregnant my first night at Arun market. By the time most of you get to read this story I would have given birth. Already I have a name for the c***d, be it a boy or girl—I pray for a boy though—I will call him (or her) Arun, after the market. It’s only fitting that he (she) answers the name of the place where he (she) was conceived. Unfortunately I won’t be able to mother him (her) when that happens, but from seeing how other bitch-slaves have been made to handle it, that with the undiluted teachings of Mistress Ogun’s teachings, I know my baby will grow to have a happy type of life and will be as manly, strong and handsome just like my Black Master Amos is.It’s unbelievable how the days are fast running. I haven’t been here up to a month yet, but it feels like I’ve been living this sort of life for an even longer time. There’s that yearning pleasure I get whenever I wake up in the morning and after showering I head out to morning devotion and lessons, and after getting something to eat, I’m off to check whichever work schedule I have waiting for me. I’ve always considered myself a lazy slob, but that was in my former life. A life I seldom think of anymore, though there are moments when I recall snatches and indelible moments of it. I do remember myself as once being lazy, nonchalant at stuff, putting on airs whenever it suited me. I’m not ashamed to look back on all of that now and realise a lot have changed since I arrived here. I have changed, and every bitch-slave here too is kind of like a sister to me. We’re not allowed to mingle with the white boi-slaves too much. Even when we do, neither of us harbour any attraction towards them … except further order them around.My parents too have changed. Somehow it shamed me to actually realize that … but they have. And for the best, it seems. At least that’s what I assume when I saw them.***It was a whole day’s ride to the town of Arun, where the famous market was situated at. The journey alternated between being a smooth ride on concrete road and other times they took short-cuts veering off the main road and taking backward tracks through bushy fields and landscapes through rugged countryside. Sometimes they drove past a village and often had to stop to eat from the food trunks the black Masters had Tire Escort packed in the back of the third truck; Caya and her fellow bitch-slaves were assigned the task of feeding the slaves in the second van. She took food on a plate and offered it to Uba. He made like he didn’t recognise her and she too didn’t break any hint at calling at his name; that would lead to her being punished, she knew this.The sun rode with them. The heat poured down on the vehicles as they drove through the rugged terrain. The air-conditioner in the cars helped keeping them warm, though sometimes the Masters switched it off and they would wound their windows down and let the strong hot air and wild dust in. Their second stop was at a stream not far from a village. They met a trio of Fulani cattle herders there; their heard of cattle grazed from the bush nearby and some drank from the stream. One of the overseers stripped down and took one of the bitch slaves to the stream and fucked her in the water. Caya went to where Master Amos sat in the passenger seat of the first jeep eating an apple and he allowed her to suck his cock and minutes later came in her mouth; he promised fucking her once they’d settled in Arun.They returned on the smooth road hours later. By the time they arrived at the outskirts of Arun the sun was going down and the heat too dissipating. Arun was a large village located discreetly between two rocky valleys. Caya was lucky to have a window seat and she looked through the wound-up window at the sight of the village-dwellers and adobe-type houses they passed as they drove through the wide open gates. People went about their business, few paused to watch them drive along. There weren’t the only guests in the village. Caya spotted other trucks just like theirs and sighted foreign black Masters and Mistresses dressed in exotic outfits leading their slaves about with a rope around their neck like they were pulling cattle along. They drove past the market place. There were few Masters and Mistresses there, some busy haranguing over their slaves, though as she later got to learn, this was the market’s closing time and they won’t accomplish any trade until tomorrow. They drove to a hotel where Master Amos had made arrangements of his arrival ahead of time. The truck carrying the slaves drove to the back of the Torbalı Escort hotel where they would be sequestered in horse stables for the duration of their being traded or sold. Master Amos had made reservation for three rooms; it was a good thing he’d booked earlier as the proprietor explained to him that his establishment was totally booked as it usually was whenever the Arun market convened. Caya carried her master’s luggage up to his room; the other two bitch-slaves went with individual overseers who’d driven with them. The hotel was teeming with other bitch-slaves and white boi-slaves serving black Masters and Mistresses, although a lot of them were under supervision by the hotel proprietor as entertainment to the black guests staying. Whatever the Masters or Mistresses required, it was their duty to serve. Any complaints or act of disobedience from them and they would be sleeping in chains in the dog house in the back and eating from the dog’s plate.Inside his room, Caya laid his knapsack bag on the bed and went down on her knees awaiting whatever next instruction was coming; her own nylon bag hung from a rope slung over her shoulder. Master Amos inspected the room, opened one of the windows and closed it back, switching on the air conditioner. He checked the durability of the bed, sat on it and felt its weight and nodded affirmatively at this. He unzipped his knapsack, took out the clothes he’d arrived with and hung them in the closet. Finished, he took off his clothes and stood in the room naked. Caya felt herself become wet as she appraised his magnificent body, the beauty of his abdomen and his cock which hung between his crotch. Standing this close to him, his masculinity filled the room. She wanted to stimulate her pussy but was disinclined to do that in his presence … except if he ordered her to.Master Amos went on taking stuff out of his bag. He unzipped a handgrip and took out a bottle of tooth-paste and toothbrush. He spoke to her without looking in her direction. “You in heat now, right? Your period.”Caya was day-dreaming about him when she heard his voice spoke to him, snapping her back to reality. “Uhh … yes, yes, Master. It starts today.”He nodded. “I thought so. A pussy in heat is what I like.” He unfurled his towel and threw it at Caya to hold for him while he went Üçyol Escort into the bathroom and left the door open. Caya watched and listened to him brush his teeth before turning off the sink and stepping into the shower stall. She heard the sound of the water bathing down on him; how she ached to be the one scrubbing his body.As if he overheard her thoughts, Master Amos parted the shower curtain and hollered at her: “Get in here, slave! I need a good scrubbing.”Caya couldn’t believe her ears and for a second thought she hadn’t heard him correctly. She shot to her feet with the towel in her hand and hurried to join her Master in the shower stall; she hung the towel on a jutting nail and stepped in to join him. Water rained down on both of them. She took the soap and rubbed it over his arms, torso, and knelt to rub it over his thighs and legs. She got the sponge and he turned and leaned forward against the linoleum wall giving her room to scrub his body. She scooped water with a plastic bail she found and splashed it over his backside as she continued scrubbing him, falling to her knees and running the sponge underneath his crotch, fondling his balls, taking her time about it before sliding down his thighs. He held up his legs and she scrubbed the sole of his feet before splashing more water over him. Water from the shower washed much of the soap suds off him. She was about getting to her feet but his hand came on her head and he pushed her downward back to her knees. She saw his cock nodding its head against her thigh. She stroked his prick and kissed the bulbous head before swallowing him. “Aaahhhh … yes. That’s a good bitch-slave. Master Amos is going to impregnate you tonight. Going to fuck you as a black Master would. You want some of Master Amos’ cum inside your womb, don’t you, bitch-slave?””Uh-Huh,” she murmured as she sucked on his cock, smacked her lips around the tip, stroking it. “This slave wants all of her black Master’s cum. I want your cock in me. Everything I am is yours, Master Amos.” He thrust more of his meat in and out of her mouth. Caya relaxed her jaw muscles, struggled to swallow him more. Her other hand went down her crotch to finger her pussy’s wetness. Hearing her Master talk to her always spurred her pussy juice to flow. Her Master pulled her up to her feet and sucked on her breasts. She exhaled a soft moan from the feel of his teeth raking her skin; her hand rubbed the back of his neck while the other kept stroking his manhood.For the rest of this, visit my blog: [URL=””][/URL]

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