Meeting Anna

I slept fitfully on my dog bed. It always takes me a few days to get used to new surroundings. I was awake as the sun rose and I needed to relieve myself. Luckily Rodney was an early riser and he walked me into the backyard as he had the night before. Breakfast followed, more canned dog food in a bowl on the floor. I wondered if I would ever see human food while I was in Rodney's care. I wondered how long I would be in Rodney's care as well.

Rodney left soon after I finished eating. I was still not adept at eating from a bowl without burying my face in the food but at least I could use my hands to clean my face since Rodney was absent. I looked around the spacious kitchen but didn't wander from my bed as the leash was fairly short and firmly attached to a bolt in the wall. I drifted back to sleep.

The sound of Rodney coming home woke me. He came into the kitchen with a dark haired woman I took to be Anna. A quick introduction confirmed as much.

"Feel free to ask Lena any questions you have about being a black owned white woman. She is here to answer truthfully." With that Rodney left us alone.

"Would you like me to release you?" Anna asked as we heard the front door close behind Rodney. I nodded. "And how about a nice hot shower while I make us some lunch?"  She picked up my crusted bowl from breakfast and put it in the sink without comment.

I liked Anna already.

Preparing to Meet My First White Whore Wife Slave Trainee

Rodney finished his food quickly while my empty stomach knocked at me.  After rinsing the container in the sink he sat down again and lit a cigar.  I hate smoke but I said nothing.

"The first whore you'll meet is Anna," he said.  I looked up at him from my dog bed, unconcerned about my nakedness but wondering how I was going to relieve myself. I assumed I would not be allowed to use the bathroom we passed on the way to the kitchen.

"I met Anna at the big hotel downtown about a year or so ago. She was pretending to be a hooker at the hotel bar, so I took her upstairs and made her into the real thing."  He flicked an ash into the ashtray on the table.  "I didn't hear from her for quite a while, not until she left her husband. It was his idea by the way, for her to whore herself out.  There's no figuring out white dudes."

Rodney got up and reached for my water dish to refill it from the tap. I contemplated asking for another dish of dog food as my hunger swelled inside of me, but something told me that staying quiet and letting Rodney finish his story was the best way for me to stay in his good graces.

"She called me a few months ago and I agreed to take her on as one of my whores, but there was something about her that made me think I wanted to take her to the next level. She's a country girl from southern Georgia, wholesome as all get out, probably racist as hell but she loves black cock. Not that she doesn't hate herself for loving black cock but that's a big part of the attraction, I'm sure."

Rodney stood up and walked over to the dog food cupboard. "You ready to try this again?" he asked.  I nodded.  As he opened a fresh can of Alpo and spooned it into my food bowl Rodney continue with Anna's story.

"So I started her out with a quick round of my best clients and she's not only up to the jobs but I'm getting rave reviews from everyone who fucks her. I step up the pace and she handles whatever I throw at her. I'm making more than double my usual with no push-back from her at all, which I've got to tell you rarely happens in this business.  So I decided to get a couple more white wives to whore out an see where it leads.  Long story short, it leads to you."

All the while Rodney was talking I was trying to force myself to eat the dog food.  I knew I would - I was too hungry and too worried about missing my last chance at eating for the rest of the evening, but I struggle mightily with the look and smell of the bowl of Alpo.  The thought of getting it all over my face and hair was nauseating as well. Finally, as Rodney paused and arched a look at me and the bowl, I plunge in.  The taste turned out to be better than the smell and much better than I expected, but the physical humiliation of having to eat like a dog without the use of my hands or a utensil was almost unbearable.  At first my overwhelming hunger allowed me to concentrate on the pleasure of eating. Yet as the dog food began to satiate my hunger and the food on my face began to dry and cake around my mouth, my embarrassment overwhelmed me and I stopped eating. I wanted to wipe the food from my face so bad I almost moaned with frustration.

"Had enough?" I was too embarrassed to look at him. He took the bowl from the floor in front of my dog bed and emptied the remnants in the garbage can. I lapped at the water in my water bowl and tried to clean my face but to no avail.

"So what I need you to do," Rodney said as he unlocked my leash from the wall and led me to the back door, "is for you to answer all of Anna's questions as honestly as you can about what it is like to live as a white slave." He opened the door and motioned me into the back yard. "You can relieve yourself over here." He kept the leash tight against my collar as I squatted in the grass. I didn't look at him as the relief flooded me with new waves of shame and humiliation.

"I've got a couple of other white whore wives that will go through the same process as Anna, One of them has children and one of them is pregnant, so they'll have questions about what it's like to give up your kids. I don't care what you say to them about that. It really doesn't matter to me one way or the other."

Training White Whore Wives to be Slaves

Rodney led me inside his mansion by the leash.  He walked me into the kitchen and motioned me to lay down on the dog bed by the pantry. He picked up one of the two dog dishes and filled it with tap water.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Yes,"

"William was very clear about this and I'm inclined to do what he asks," Rodney said.  He put the water dish down on the floor in front of me and picked up the other dish.  "You need to stay in your role when you are not helping me train my whores, so you will drink from the dish and eat without using your hands. Understood?"

I didn't understand.  William hadn't explained to me what I was doing here. Whores? Training? I was completely confused about almost everything, but I'd been eating and drinking as an animal for some time now so I nodded and began to slurp the water.  I was dehydrated from the long hot ride over and the water was certainly welcome.  As I drank I heard an electric can opener whirring on the counter.  I looked up to see Rodney opening a can of dog food. I wondered if William had insisted on this new twist in my role or if Rodney just assumed I should truly eat like a dog.

"I want to talk to you about why you're here," Rodney said as he spooned the dog food out of the can. Even though I was quite hungry the smell of it was disgusting.  As dark as it was in William's dungeon I never smelled dog food in my bowl.  I tried not to whimper but I'm not sure I succeeded. Rodney did not appear to notice, or maybe he just didn't give a damn.

"I have three white whores that will be coming to live with us over the next few weeks," Rodney said.  He placed the dish of dog food in front of me and sat in the chair at the table a few feet from my bed.  "I understand that you've been in training as William's slave for some time now and I want you to answer any questions my whores might have concerning their training."

I nodded but didn't say anything.  I made no effort to eat although my stomach was empty. I tried not to look at the dog food but I was so hungry.

"Not a fan of Alpo?" William asked.  "No matter."  He whisked away the bowl and dumped the food in the trash can.  "You can eat tomorrow if you like."  He stood and opened the refrigerator.  He rummaged around and pulled a plastic container out of the fridge before slamming the door and walking over to the microwave over the stove.  He cracked open the lid and put the container in the microwave and pushed a button.  The whirring of the machine was like a dagger in my heart as I knew the aroma of real food would soon fill the kitchen.

"How old are your kids?" Rodney asked as he poured a glass of wine for himself.

"They're five and three now," I said looking him in the eye. Not only was he starving me, he was going to ask me about my children.

"How long has it been since you last saw them?"

"Six months."

"Do you miss them?"

"I miss them terribly."

"Then why are you here?"

I looked down at the water dish.  I had no answer for him.

"You need to think about that, because I know the girls are going to ask and I am going to insist that you answer all of their questions." Rodney took the leftovers from the microwave and sat at the table to eat. The food smelled wonderful and my hunger gripped me and strangled me. I turned away from Rodney and lay my head on the dog bed to hide my tears. I listened for several minutes in silence as he ate and drank without comment.  The depths of my despair was almost unbearable.

Delivering This Black Owned White Girl

The trip took forever but was over suddenly.  As William slammed on the brakes my crate slid to the front of the truck bed and crashed into the back of the cab. I’d had plenty of opportunities to decide if a sliding crate was worse than a tumbling crate but it was still a toss-up.  Luckily the crate had yet to go airborne. 

At least until William pulled open the tail gate and leapt up to the truck bed, then lifted me and the crate into the air and down onto the ground again.  Thankfully he didn’t throw me in my crate onto the concrete but placed me with some care.  I was face down again and I strained to see who was walking toward the crate from what looked like a big house with an extensive garden, but all I could see of him was his shoes and the bottom half of his trousers.  I was too exhausted to strain to see more.

William unlocked the crate and tipped it on its edge.  I began to wriggle out through the too-small opening. My legs were cramped and my knees bloodied from scraping against the truck bed but William lifted me by the leash and collar I still wore until I stood up straight to keep from choking.  I tried to look at the stranger but the sun was directly behind him.  Suddenly my thighs were seared by pain as William used a whip on me for the first time. He gave me a few quick, brutal strokes and then let me sink to my knees in front of the stranger. 

“I ask that you use only this dog whip to beat her during her time with you,” William said casually to the stranger.  “As I mentioned, I want her canine training to be as immersive as possible.” I glanced up to see William hand the short but thick braided leather whip to the stranger.  The sun still shone directly in my eyes as I tried to shield them. The pavement was hot on my naked torso but not unbearable. I watched as the stranger took the whip from William and then bent over to reach for the end of my leash.  William climbed into the truck without a word to me and drove away. I watched as he drove down the street into the late afternoon heat.

“I’m Rodney,” he said.  “Let’s get those wounds cleaned up.” We went inside.

“I have arranged for you to stay with me indefinitely,” Rodney said as he cleaned and bandaged the scrapes on my knees and elbows.  I sat on a stool in the kitchen while he stood above me.  He didn’t treat the welts on my thighs from the whipping at all. “William indicated that you are to be treated as a household pet and be punished if you stray too far from your role as such, but I need you to speak so I will not enforce that aspect of your training.”  He dabbed the worst of the cuts in my flesh with alcohol that stung me to tears. I refused to whimper as he treated me and I kept my head down so that he wouldn’t see my tears.  My hair hung between my face and his so I really couldn’t get a good look at him, but I saw from the size of his hands and torso that he was bigger than William but much darker. His hands looked older but they were impeccably manicured. I was anxious to see what he looked like but I was adamant about not looking him in the eyes.

“Let’s have a look at you,” Rodney said as he finished with the bandages and pulled gently on my leash to stand me up.  I kept my head down as he looked at my naked body.  He raised the leash over my head and slowly twirled me around.

“Look at me,” Rodney said.

I looked up at him.

He was exquisite. 

Transporting This Black Owned White Girl

I stumbled out into the sunshine and struggled to find my bearings.  William led me firmly by the leash to a pickup parked near the house.  Without letting go of my tether he lifted a dog cage out of the bed of the truck and tossed it onto the ground next to me. 

“You should relieve yourself before I secure you for the trip,” he said.  He led me to the side of the truck so the vehicle no longer blocked my view of the street.  I knew what he wanted – he wanted me to squat in full view of the neighbors.  I pleaded with him to let me go behind the truck but he ignored me.  “It’s a long trip and you won’t have another chance to go. If you foul or soil the crate I will beat you and you will not enjoy it.”

I whimpered as I squatted in the driveway.  The sound of my bodily fluids pouring onto the gravel driveway was so humiliating I wanted to die.  I tried to turn my head away from the street but William grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head around.  I saw a couple staring at me as they walked past the entrance to the estate. 

When I was finished peeing, William dragged me toward the crate and opened the small door.  I had severe doubts that I could manage to squeeze into the crate itself but the opening looked completely inadequate.  I looked at William in a panic.  He picked up the crate and lifted it over my head.

“Lift your arms,” he said.  I put my hands over my head as if I was being apprehended and William fit the crate over me like I was being fitted for a tight gown.  I curled my hands and ducked my head as he lowered the crate over my body.  As the entrance descended to my waist I started curling up inside of it and William tipped it over onto the gravel.  I had to work to get me knees past the entrance but I finally managed it and William jammed my feet firmly inside as I squeezed into the inadequate space.  I felt the door close on my toes and heard the lock snap shut.  I could barely breathe. 

William lifted me into the bed of the truck and slammed the rear gate shut.  I was face down with my knees pinned up under me and the wire grates that lined exterior of the cage dug into my skin.  I began to panic as I realized that I would have to endure this unbearably cramped space for the duration of the trip to wherever I was going.  The smell of the steel and dirt of the bed of the pickup filled my nostrils and I choked on the dust.  The sun blazed down on my back and the heat from the truck radiated on all sides. I broke into a sweat immediately, as much from fear and panic as from the heat.

I didn’t hear William climb into the cab of the pickup but I felt the vehicle lurch forward when he hit the gas.  My cage slid back into the tailgate and tipped over so now I was no longer faced down but on my side.  Although this was a much less painful position for the journey, the hot metal of the truck bed scorched my torso as my weight pressed my flesh through the wire sides of the dog crate.  I squirmed to relieve the pressure and the pain of my predicament but the crate jostled from one side of the truck bed to the other as William turned from the driveway onto the street and accelerated.  I couldn’t tell if the hot metal of the truck bed was just burning my skin or scraping it away as the crate slid back and forth.

It was going to be a long trip.

A New Adventure

At the end of that long day, William released me from the wooden horse.  The pain it had caused as it pressed into my clit over the course of several hours and countless fuckings was devastating.  For a short time after William released me from the restraints that bound me to the horse, the pain was even more intense as blood flowed into sensitive areas for the first time in hours.  William carried me to the dog bed and wiped my forehead with a damp cloth.  I cried uncontrollably as he held me in his arms and whispered to me that the ordeal was over. 

Once I stopped crying William told me that he was going to lend me to an acquaintance for a time.  He didn’t say how long and I couldn’t ask.  I was too shocked by the news that William would not be in my life for a time; for any time at all was too much.  The anxiety that rose in my chest made it difficult to breath.  I looked at William with panic in my eyes and tears running down my face. 

“Don’t worry; I will have you back before I sell you.  This is a temporary arrangement,” he said.

“You won’t keep me?” I asked through my tears. 

“No, I won’t own you forever.  Just like with all the women I’ve owned before you, and like all the women I will own in years to come, I will not own you for long.”

The words crushed me.  I don’t know why I was so surprised but I was.  I couldn’t expect William to want to keep me, but I did.  I saw him auction off Vera as if she was livestock but in my mind I was different because I saw her come and go.  Somehow I’d convinced myself that I was special.  Now I had to console myself with the notion that although I was not special enough to keep, at least he would bring me back at some point.  For how long, and how long I would be away was a mystery. 

“One more thing,” William said as he shifted me out of his strong arms onto the dog bed.  “I expect you to continue to live as a dog when I ship you out.  I won’t have your hands restrained as I did when you first stayed down here, but I want you to act as if they are useless to you when you eat or drink.  I’ve asked my friend to keep close watch and report any slips.  You will be punished by him when they occur and by me when you return, so don’t disappoint me."

William pulled a dog collar out of his pocket and quickly put it around my neck.  He also produced a leather leash and attached it to my collar.  He motioned for me to stand but my legs were weak from days and nights of being hogtied.  He took no pity on my as he dragged me toward the stairs and I stumbled along behind him.  Almost before I could comprehend what was happening, we were up the stairs and into the blinding sunlight.

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.