This Black Owned Cunt

William brought several dozen men to rape my mouth over the next few days.  My lips and throat were ravaged and raw, but my pussy ached with desire.  I knew this was exactly what William wanted. 

Once the throat-fucking ended, I was left alone for a day.  As I contemplated my fate over the course of a long dark night, I tried to imagine myself on the auction block, offered to whoever was willing to meet William’s price.  I wondered who would pay that price and why.  I wondered what price I would bring.

At dawn on the day after the mouth-raping stopped, I heard a clamor of footsteps coming down the stairs to my room.  William opened the door and carried in a wooden stand, shaped like a sawhorse but with a pointed peak.  I learned later that this is a device long used in the BDSM world to inflict pain, but I was distracted at that moment by the throng of men, black men, who accompanied William.  There were at least a dozen of them.

William moved quickly to unlock my cuffs and remove my chains.  Before I could even stretch my legs, he lifted me on the horse.  As he strapped my ankles into the leather cuffs that kept my feet off the ground, I felt the smooth wooden peak dig gently into my crotch.  I rocked back to ease the pressure but William forced me forward again and cuffed my wrists to the front legs of the horse.  I was once again helpless.

As I took measure of my new situation, I felt William jam his fingers into my cunt.  Without a word to me, he fingered my brutally and then turned to his companions.

“She’s ready for you,” he said and then he walked toward the stairs at the far end of the room.

The first black cock that plunged into my pussy felt so big that it might split me in two.  There was nothing but brutal fucking as he grabbed my hair and leaned into me.  The peak of wooden horse abused my fully exposed clitoris and wiped all possibility of enjoyment from my mind.  I screamed with pain as my vagina endured the pounding for what seemed like an eternity until he quickened and his seed exploded deep into me.  He breathed hard on my neck before he let go of my hair and withdrew.

He was quickly replaced by another hard black cock.  I knew I was in for a long day.

This Black Owned White Mouth

I existed for several days in my room.  I don’t know how many days.  I can’t say I did anything more than exist.  I ate the food that William left for me in my bowl and drank the water and peed in the bucket.  Although I was alone with my thoughts I avoided them.  I became more adept at moving to the bowls and the bucket.  I spent vast expanses of time watching the beam of sunlight move across the wall.  I slept fitfully through the long dark nights.  I waited.

One day, William brought someone with him.  The sun was still shining through the high window so I got a good look at him.  He was black of course – I don’t ever remember seeing William with a white man other than a servant.  He was younger than William and taller, with a muscled frame than seemed ready to burst out of the expensive suit he was wearing.  As they crossed the room and their shoes clicked on the concrete floor, I lifted my head and my chains rattled quietly.  The sound humiliated me deeply.

When they reached my dog bed William reached behind my back and gathered up the chains that kept me hog-tied in his large hand and lifted me completely off the pad.  He held me up by my chains, showing me off to his guest as if I were a prize. 

“Very impressive,” the stranger said.  “How long has she been in irons?”

“Almost a week,” William said.  He held me up higher and looked me up and down; the metal cuffs biting into my flesh.  “She’s lost some weight, but I like the look of her, all skin and bones.”

“Is she too weak to perform?” the stranger said as he unbuckled his belt.

“I doubt it,” William said as he tossed me back on the dog bed.  I landed awkwardly with a slight thud and another humiliating rustling of my chains.  “If she is I will motivate her.”

The stranger stepped to the edge of the dog bed and exposed himself.  His cock was hard, huge.  He was uncircumcised and very black, from the base to the tip.  He pressed it against my mouth and forced himself deep into my throat.  I gagged and choked as he raped my mouth. 

I have never been so abused.  I have never been so turned on. 

This Chained White Slave Girl

I lay on the dog bed as I contemplated my new circumstances.  The room was cool and dry but the air was deathly still.  The light faded slightly as the sun moved away from the small window high on the wall behind me.  I ignored my thirst and hunger.  I wanted to savor the moment.  Although I was naked but for my collar and shackles I felt no shame, as I knew no one would or could see my bare flesh.  I was utterly alone.

After some time and as the darkness gathered, I decided I should use the bucket to relieve myself whilst I could still see it.  My eyes were adapting to the darkness as quickly as the light faded, but it looked like the room had no provision for light other than the window.  I moved my arm slightly to see how heavy the chains were that bound my arms and legs behind me.  The weight of them seemed enormous.  I stretched a little - there was enough slack that I could move my legs but I could not extend them much before I felt the collar pinch my throat.  I looked at the bucket.  I had to hurry before I lost all daylight.

I shifted my weight to the edge of the dog bed and swung my feet to the floor.  The cement was cool and rough but not unpleasant.  As I struggled to prop myself on one elbow, I realized that each movement pulled each shackle and the collar, bruising my wrists and ankles.  I grabbed the chain with my hands to lift the weight of it so I could lean into a squat, but I lost my balance and tumbled painfully back onto the dog bed. 

After a few more unsuccessful and painful attempts, I managed to balance on the balls of my feet.  The bucket was no more than a few feet away but it seemed like it was across the room. I shuffled carefully toward it, well aware that if I fell over, getting back up without the benefit of the dog bed would be arduous and painful.  After several small steps I positioned myself over the bucket and relieved myself.  The relief I felt was quickly replaced with the most profound sense of helplessness I could ever imagine.  Tears ran down my cheeks and plopped on the cement in the waning light.  I looked at the dog bed and began to shuffle back to it before the dusk settled into darkness.

The night settled on me as the room went to black.  My thoughts turned to my children.  I had banished them from my consciousness as the prospect of my enslavement unfolded in the past few days, but now they returned, unbidden and achingly unwelcome.

I missed them terribly.  The pain I had suppressed for so long now overwhelmed and consumed me.  I tried to construct a scenario which would reunite me with them, even for a day or two, but it was hopeless.  I had agreed to give up my life as a free woman, and with that I had surrendered all possibilities of ever seeing my children again.  My desolation was complete and a great sob welled up in me.  The life I had chosen did not include them.  I deserved to be devastated.

This White Slave Girl

I have considered myself black-owned for a very long time, so the prospect of becoming an actual slave was surprising.  I didn’t expect such a huge change in the psychological aspect since the physical change seemed to be minimal.  I was owned by black men before.  Why was this so different?

The physical reality of true black ownership was different in subtle but important ways.  In past relationships, I surrendered my freedom for a pre-determined period of time – I knew going in when the time was up, so the surrender was partial and incomplete.  I would recover my freedom, usually in a day or two, seldom more than a week.  Now that I was faced with permanent loss, the depth of my surrender was vast and overwhelming.  I was committed to another human being in a way I never really contemplated before.  The enormity of the commitment frightened me as nothing else in my life ever had.

But the fear of that unknown experience, linked inexorably with the searing permanence of the existence I was about to endure, also bestowed on me an absolute sense of helplessness that relieved me of every responsibility I had ever known. 

As much as my mental state was changing, my physical being was being transformed even more completely.  William wasted no time in enlightening me of the stark difference between consort and slave.

As soon as we arrived at his compound, William led me to a cabinet at the back of the tool shed that contained an array of heavy shackles.  I contemplated asking why the restraints were necessary, given my acquiescence with my new status, but I sensed that questioning anything would be almost profane. 

As William silently fitted the irons around my wrists and ankles along with a thick iron collar around my neck, I watched with a profound detachment that felt so appropriate that I was almost overcome with gratitude.  Once the shackles and collar were in place, William pried open a trap door in floor and led me down a dark flight of steep stairs to a cellar beneath the shed.  

At the bottom of the stairs William pushed open a heavy wooden door that opened into a concrete room.  I had no idea the place existed.  The only light in the dank gloom filtered dimly from a high window at one end of the long room.  As my eyes adjusted to the light, I noticed a round bed such as a dog would sleep upon, along side a small bucket and an even smaller bowl. 

William roughly pulled my arm as he led me behind the door at the bottom of the stairs and I saw a small sledge hammer next to a large solid wooden block.  He positioned my hand on the block and used the sledge to hammer an open link on a heavy chain through the two halves of the shackle, locking it to my wrist and binding my wrist to the chain.  William then turned me around and hammered the chain into my other shackle, trapping my hands and arms behind my back.  The chain was slack enough to permit me some range of motion but not slack enough that I could hope to use or even see my hands.  My ankles and collar were soon secured to the chain in quick order, effectively hog tying me as I lay on the concrete floor next to the wooden block.

I heard William drop the sledge once I was securely restrained.  Suddenly he lifted me off the ground and carried me to the dog bed at the far end of the room.  I laid me down on the bed and, without saying a word he used a pocket knife to cut my clothes off my body.  Once I was naked, he walked back to the door and closed it behind him.  I heard his steps fade into the distance as he mounted the stairs.  Finally I heard the trap door positioned over the stairs and door to the shed closed and locked.

Selling This White Girl

My mind reeled with questions.  Once I realized that William was finished talking, I decided I could start asking for some answers.

“Will I have any say about who buys me?”

“Did Vera have any say?”

“When will this happen?”

“As soon as you’re ready.”

“Where will it happen?”

“In a place much like the place tonight.”

I took it all in.  It was a lot to take, but I needed to really get to the big questions and I was a little scared.  And excited.  The situation was beginning to swallow me whole and I was enjoying it.

“Will I ever see my children again?”

“Perhaps.  It depends on your new owner.  He will decide those things from now on.”

“Will you buy me?”

“No.”

“Can I ever undo it once it’s done?”

“No.  Once you’re sold, you belong to your new owner.  It cannot be undone except by him, and I’ve heard of no instances where a black man emancipated a white woman.”

I turned away from William and looked out the window at the passing street lights.  The road was deserted and the houses were all dark.  The sun would be rising in a couple of hours.  I felt very alone.

I was also incredibly turned on.

“Do I still have a choice?” I asked. 

“No.”

Selling White Girls to Black Men

While I watched Vera endure an unmerciful pounding, the room began to fill with the couples from the party.  Later I learned that everyone at the party was told of the humiliation and sale of “Scarlett” later that night in the hood, and anyone who wanted to own her should be ready to bid.  The two guards who had been fucking Vera’s cunt and throat finally stopped and she was half-dragged by the leash and collar to a small stool near the kitchen.  William raised his free hand (the other firmly gripping Vera’s leash) for quiet.

“Ladies and gentlemen – I’m so glad so many of you were able to attend our little auction tonight.  I know one of you will be taking home a real prize.”  With that, William gestured at Vera.  The welts on her breasts and bottom were plain for everyone to see, as she made no effort to cover her nakedness.

“Before we begin the bidding,” William continued, “let me tell you a little about our girl.  Vera has been mine for only ten days but she has impressed me with her willingness to subjugate herself to my every demand.  She sleeps at the foot of my bed, attends to my needs and that of my partner (William nodded at me) and has freely submitted and committed herself to a life as a white slave to a black man.  For this we can all be grateful.”  The crowd cheered and applauded.

“Before we start the bidding, I ask every man who has any interest at all to come forward and sample the wares.”

One of the youngest and most aggressive men in the room quickly stepped forward and grabbed Vera’s arm.  He pushed her toward the kitchen table as he reached for his cock, then pushed her down to allow him to fuck her.  She let out a low moan as he entered her vagina with his massive black cock and fucked her while William held the leash.  The young stud grabbed a handful of her long dark hair and yanked her head back as he climaxed, shooting his sperm directly into her cunt.

A line had formed behind the first stud and Vera was fucked for an hour by an assortment of black bidders, eager to sample the white slut before she went up for auction.  Some of them fucked her cunt and shoot a full load directly into her womb, others fucked her ass and unloaded in her dark passage.  Whenever a new stud stepped up to begin fucking her, Vera would whimper to William that she couldn’t possibly take another fresh cock in her pussy or ass, but William would yank the leash to quiet her as he nodded for the next fucking to proceed.  By the end of the hour there was a pool of cum at her feet and she glistened from all the black semen that had oozed from her bruised and swollen orifices.

“Let’s start the bidding.  I paid one million dollars for this prize whore, so we will start the bidding there.”

The bidding was fast and the price escalated quickly, topping out at $2 million.  Vera’s new owner was the first young stud to fuck her, as I suspected he might be.  He had a look in his eye that told me he would not be denied.

“Sold!” William said as he handed the leash to Vera’s new owner. 

The party ended quickly after the auction and William escorted me back to the limo.  I was full of questions but decided I would remain quiet and let William dictate the conversation.

“So now you know what I have in mind for you,” William said as we drove to the airport.  “Vera stood in your shoes at another party much like this one in New York last month, so she knew exactly what we were asking of her and what her agreement would entail.  I ask you now for your decision.  Do you want to submit to a black owner, to give up your freedom and to be the property of a man of color?”

Even though I knew the whole evening was meant to prepare me for this moment, I was stunned by the prospect of allowing myself to be purchased and owned by another human being.  The fact that I would be owned by a black man made it all the more debasing and degrading, but also irresistible.  I knew I would say yes and I knew it would be the most difficult thing I would ever do.

I was about to become, truly, a black owned white girl.

White Women in the Hood

We drove from the party to what looked like the sketchiest part of town. The driver kept looking around as we made our way deeper and deeper into the hood, as if he was nervous about driving a limo with two white women, one of them half naked, through what looked like a war zone.

We arrived at an apartment building where a party was obviously in full swing with people coming and going and the lights and music blaring from a second story window.  Vera looked terrified as she struggled to maintain her dignity.  I kept looking at William for what was to come next, but he was playing it very cool.  As we pulled up to the entrance to the building, two very large men stepped out of the alcove and opened the limo door on William’s side.  The people who were milling around the entrance were staring at us but keeping their distance.  The guards (I later found out they were part of William’s security unit) made a show of flashing their weapons tucked into the pants as they escorted William to the entrance.  As he approached the building he turned back to us, still sitting in the limo, and held out his hand to motion us to follow him.  I was dressed, however provocatively, but at least I was covered.  Vera was almost naked – the corset hid nothing but emphasized how vulnerable she was.  As much as I wanted to stay in the limo, I could only imagine what was going through her mind. 

To her everlasting credit, Vera slid across the seat and climbed out of the limo.  The small crowd that had gathered at the entrance whooped loudly as this gorgeous statuesque blonde, in heels and a collar and a corset, walked with astonishing self-confidence toward the man who obviously owned her.  I quickly followed and we entered the building.

William took the leash as Vera reached him and together they walked into the hall and started up the stairs.  The guards fell in behind me as I trailed along.  I felt neglected and insignificant but also tremendous apprehension about what was about to happen. 

The apartment at the top of the stairs was where the party was in full swing.  As William opened the door the music and light filled the stairwell and a cry from the partyers greeted Vera as she followed William into the room.  I entered just a few seconds later and was surprised to see William parading Vera around the room as the men at the party pawed her breasts and ass and the women spat at her.  William took a chair from the table in the small kitchen and placed it right in the middle of the main party room, and then he walked Vera over to it and motioned for her to bend over the back of the chair.  Before she was settled, one of the guards walked around the chair and unbuttoned his jeans.  He exposed himself to Vera and grabbed her hair as she started to turn away from him, thrusting his black cock into her mouth.  William stood to the side, maintaining his grip on Vera’s leash but near the collar.  He offered the loop at the end of the leash to one of the women jeering Vera as the guard brutally face-fucked her.  The woman took the leash and proceeded to whip Vera’s ass violently.  Red welts were immediately visible as she rained vicious blows on Vera’s now red-striped ass.  

William stopped the whipping and motioned for the second guard to approach Vera from behind.  The second big black cock appeared immediately and began fucking Vera hard.  The crowd was cheering loudly and the battering that Vera had to endure intensified as she fought to push away from the guard fucking her throat.  William grabbed Vera’s hand and pinned it painfully behind her back while motioning to me to grab her other arm and do the same.  I hesitated for a moment and someone else from the crowd grabbed Vera’s arm, pinning it behind her, rendering her absolutely helpless as the spit-roasting continued.

I looked at William and he looked at me.  I saw him smile seductively, triumphantly, and he said, “Next time this will be you.”

Training Days and Nights

“We’re taking Vera to a party in Atlanta, William said to me Monday evening.  “I need you to turn her into Scarlet O’Hara.  Start in the morning and have her ready to go by Friday morning.”  It was the first time William had mentioned Vera to me by name in some time. 

“What did you have in mind?” I asked innocently. 

“She needs to wear a corset like in the movie.  She needs to look like Vivien Leigh.”

“She’s a middle aged woman who’s had children,” I said, astonished.  “I think you’re asking too much.”

“Don’t feed her for a few days and work on her hair and make-up.  She doesn’t have to be perfect, she just has to look like she’s the daughter of the owner of a Southern plantation before the war.”  William walked to a dresser and pulled out an old-fashioned whale-bone corset with eyelets and hooks.  I’d only ever seen one in the movie and it looked like an exact replica.

I held it up to myself and then gave William a dubious look.  “We could starve Vera for a month and she wouldn’t fit into this.”

“Then you have your work cut out for you,” William said with a dark undertone.  “Don’t disappoint me.”

The next morning I took Vera to the gym.  William has a large workout room behind the garage that is fully equipped with all the latest machines for losing weight – or torturing a slave.  I brought the corset as well.

“Here’s the problem,” I said as we stepped into the gym.  “You need to fit into this by Friday so try it on and let’s see where we stand.”  I hadn’t spoken to Vera since we brought her home from the Black and White Ball, but I was determined to keep my discomfort around her to myself.  She was the perfect submissive, with no hint of control issues or pride.  She slipped into the corset and I played the role of Mammy and tried to cinch it up tight and closed in the back. 

“You will have to lose a few pounds so no food until you do.  Water and vitamins, and keep the corset on at all times.”

“I can barely breathe,” she said with a slight panic.

“From what I remember of the books that have mentioned corsets, your body has to reshape itself over time, which we don’t have a lot of.”

Vera was naked except for the corset and her collar and leash.  I walked her over to the treadmill and tied the leash to the machine.

“You ever do much running?” I asked as I started the treadmill and increased the speed.

“Some in high school, but I wasn’t very fast.”

“Sprints or distance?” I let her settle in to a slow jog.

“Cross country.”

“Good.  Let’s start you off with six miles in an hour.”  I cranked the machine up to six miles an hour.

“I’m not sure I can do that,” Vera said as she gripped the rail of the treadmill. 

“Sure you can,” I said and cranked it up to seven miles and hour.  “Don’t touch that control panel or you’ll regret it.  Now I’m going for breakfast.”  I left the gym.

Two days later, after extensive workouts and little food and water, Vera was still at least an inch away from fitting into the corset.  I re-laced the contraption every few hours to make sure we were molding her body into the tight hourglass it was designed to produce, but I knew we had to step things up.  Vera was exhausted and dehydrated but did not complain.  I was disappointed – I wanted to use the riding crop William had produced at my request but found no excuse to use it.

Wednesday afternoon William stopped by the gym to check our progress.  He had been largely absent during the days and came home after dinner without asking about Vera and my assignment.  I was nervous when he appeared unannounced.

“Let me see how close you are,” he said to me as he motioned to Vera to turn around.

“I think you need to tighten this up a bit.”  He undid the laces and walked Vera to one of the weight machines.  He tied a line to the hook on one side of the corset then handed me the line he tied to the other side, crossing the two lines to pull the corset even tighter before he laced it up. 

“Pull harder,” he said to me as Vera gasped for breathe. The two side of the corset were still a half inch apart as he tightened the laces.  “You still have work to do.”  He left us abruptly.

“You heard him,” I said to Vera.  “Back on the treadmill.”

“I can’t breathe,” she said with greater panic than before.  “I can’t run if I can’t breathe.”

“Sure you can,” I said as I tied the leash to the treadmill.  “We just have to give it our all.” I took out the riding crop and tapped my hand.  I cranked up the speed to ten miles an hour.

There was terror in Vera’s eyes as she saw the speed increase and the riding crop whistle at her naked ass whenever she faltered.  She supported herself on the rails of the treadmill and ran for her life as I rained blows on her bottom cheeks.

“You’re doing great, Vera,” I said with a little giggle.  “Just ten more miles and we’ll see if we can get that corset closed the way William wants it.”

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William flew the three of us to Atlanta on Friday as promised.  Vera looked spectacular in the same dress Scarlett wore in the opening scene in the movie and I looked elegant in a sleek black evening gown that matched William’s classic tux.

I could not imagine what kind of party we were going to or how the evening would play out, but the contrast between us could not have been greater. 

We landed without incident and were whisked by limo to a towering mansion the most expensive neighborhood I’d ever seen.  The street was lined with mansions that made the house we were staying at in the Bahamas look pale in comparison.  William still had Vera collared and leashed as we walked into the main ballroom and all the guests stopped dead to look at us. 

Vera was radiant.  I hadn’t noticed before just how much she looked like Vivien Leigh but with her hair done up the same as the scene in the movie and with her new hourglass figure, she could have passed for Scarlett in a heartbeat.  I was almost overwhelmed with pride and envy.

The room full of guests was a sight as well.  All of the men were variations on a theme of William.  They were impeccably dressed, tall, masculine and very black.  Most looked like they played professional sports, some looked like they still could.  It wasn’t the same crowd that we saw at the Black and White Ball – they were leaner, younger, more striking.  William, who never looks out of place or overshadowed, almost looked just that way. 

The ladies who accompanied them were almost as stunning.  Every last one of them was tall, thin, elegant and blonde.  They looked like younger, richer, better versions of myself.  I tried to hold back tears, only partly with success.

“Gentlemen,” William said in a voice meant to be heard.  “As promised, I give you Scarlett O’hara.  On a leash.”

The men stood in unison and began to applaud, then they started to cheer, then the cheers became thunderous.  The women stayed in their seats and looked at the men, almost as amazed as I felt. 

“Thank you, thank you very much,” William said as the cheering faded.  “I know how much this means to all of you, and I know what you came here to see.”  William walked Vera to the center of the room and paraded her around in a small circle.  The cheering began again, a little more intense than the first round.  Then William stopped and faced Vera.  He dropped the leash – it was the first time I’d ever seen him do that in public.  He reached for her shoulders, as if to pull him towards her, but instead he ripped the dress from her with a violence I’d never seen before.  Vera stumbled forward and he caught her, stood her back up, now nearly naked except for the corset, and William ripped the remaining shreds of the dress from her with a flourish.  After tossing the dress aside to the screams of the men and the astonishment of the women, me included, William grabbed the leash again and yanked it a little too hard, almost pulling Vera off her 3 inch heels.  Williams paraded around the room to the thunderous applause and whoops of the men and then headed for the door.  He reached out to me and I walked to the entrance as the cheering subsided once again. 

“See you in the hood, gentlemen!” William shouted over the ovation.  “See you in the hood.”

With that we climbed back into the limo.