Mail Order Slut

Freshly fucked and nearly delirious from the whirlwind of experiences that she was being subjected to, the sissy slave who just days ago had been Evan Peters…a young man looking to start a new life in California, was packed into one of Oba Adewale’s fleet of vehicles and whisked from the airport the Yoruba Chieftain’s country home. There she was handed off to two middle-aged tribeswomen who set about preparing her to spend her first night of many in the Master’s bedchamber.

First, she was ushered into a huge bathroom and bathed in a large wooden tub filled with hot soapy water that had been infused with some kind of essential oil that gave the air a heady floral scent. The water turned the sissy’s pale white skin a deep shade of pink as one woman maintained a strong grip on her shoulders the entire time while the other scrubbed her raw with a coarse sponge. No part of her body was spared – one arm was lifted up and the raspy sponge was raked through her armpit…followed by the same treatment to the other arm. Then her back was scoured as her upper arms were held fast in the iron grip of the heavyset woman whom it appeared had the primary job of simply controlling the movement of the sissygurl. While still in the tub of hot water the slut’s head was gripped from either side while her face, neck, and her newly plumped lips were brutally exfoliated, and then she was dunked under the water and held there until she thought she might drown as the strong hands that held her head roughly raked her scalp and washed her hair. Coughing and spluttering she was then dragged out of the bath and laid out on a wooden platform with open slats in the construction to allow water and suds to drip through to the tiled floor below. Neither of the two women had spoken either to her or to each other as they worked, which gave the sissy the distinct impression that they had performed this ritual many times over in order to be so much in sync with one another. The submissive youth wondered how many other unfortunate slaves had been prepared for the huge African ogre in the same way that she was being treated now. Time for contemplation however was cut short and the Eru’s handler swung a thick heavy leg up and over and was all at once straddling the tiny slave and pinning her to the wooden platform. The woman in charge of the sponge worked efficiently up one leg and then down the other before both ankles were grasped by the one sitting on top of her, raising them upward and back to expose the slut’s chastised clitoris and newly fucked pussyhole which was still sporting a set of inflamed swollen lips around it due to the girth of her owner’s giant black cock. The bite of the sponge on her sissy-balls as well as her sensitive cunt-lips caused the sissy to gasp and struggle underneath the weight of the heavy tribeswoman pinning her to the platform.

Having been thoroughly cleaned and scrubbed from head to toe the two older black women who were both extremely strong from a lifetime of active work frog marched the sissy into the next room which looked more like an antechamber leading to yet another room that lay beyond a heavy cedarwood door. As soon as the door was opened it revealed a small square sauna with no benches upon which to sit, but did have a metal eyelet screwed into the floor through which a heavy hemp rope was threaded…one end wrapped around a peg high up on the wall, the other ending in a thick noose which was promptly fitted over top of the slut’s head and tightened around her neck…not enough to cause discomfort, but definitely enough to keep it in place. While the stronger of her two attendants pushed the slut to her knees in the sauna, the other unwound the rope from the peg and pulled it tight so that the sissy could not raise her head more than an inch or two at best from the floor. Not nearly enough clearance to slip the noose over her head to free herself even though her arms were unrestrained. Pulled taut and re-wrapped around the peg, the simple yet effective system of restraint would keep the Oba’s new toy exactly where she was until the two women decided to release her. Although the temperature of the sauna had been moderated by the propping open of the cedar door while the sissy was being positioned, once the two women exited and left the slave to be processed by the heat it took only minutes before her skin began to bead up with sweat. Ten minutes passed, then twenty, then thirty, and the captive slut thought she would expire in the wooden room, being slowly roasted like some cheap cut of meat. The analogy was not all that far off, in that the full hour that the Eru Odo spent in the sauna was designed to tenderize her…make her more pliable…more able to stretch…for what was about to come.

The waft of cooler air that washed over the restrained slave felt like heaven on her rosy pink skin that was slick and shiny from sweat, and she was like a lump of putty completely exhausted from the heat when she was released from the hemp rope noose and more or less dragged from the sauna. Doubled over and walked back to the large bathroom by both women who each maintained an iron grip on a handful of the sissy’s blonde hair, the sissy had been robbed of any ability she might have to physically resist by the intense heat of the sauna she had been forced to endure. Her head and neck were positioned over top of a carved wooden stockade-type contraption, the groove worn smooth by years of use for its intended purpose, with her wrists similarly positioned out to the side. A second heavy bar with matching grooves was lowered over her from above and padlocked in place so that the sissy was made to remain standing, but double over at the waist. Weak in the knees from the exhausting ordeal, the sissy’s legs began to tremble and buckle which prompted the addition of a padded hurdle pushed under her torso and back towards her hips so that not only was her lower body supported by the structure, but her feet now dangled a few inches off of the floor.

For the first time the two women spoke briefly to each other in a language the sissygurl could not understand and the slight, and slender one exited the room leaving the slave under the control of the stronger bigger one who had been manhandling her during the preparation process. Donning a thick pair of black rubber gloves and carrying over a heavy wooden pail to place beside the slave’s prostrated frame the attendant commenced with the next phase of the operation. Dunking her gloved hands into the pail, they re-emerged coated in a heavy thick oil that had been sitting inside of the sauna where the sissy had been restrained. Retaining much of the heat the oil made the sissy’s skin scream as it was liberally applied to her flesh and worked in by the woman’s heavy rubber gloves. Every inch of the slave’s body was coated and deeply massaged to further the tenderizing process that had been commenced by the intense heat of the sauna. She was given a generous palm full of oil rubber into her face, followed by painfully deep manipulation of the tissue on her arms, her legs, and the front and back of her body. The last target were her pale white buttocks that still glowed pink from the heat of the sauna and the scraping of th coarse sponge. Having cooled slightly, the warm oil felt soothing on the sensitive flesh and offered the sissy the first sensation of relief that she had felt in hours, if not days. The relief however, would be short-lived.

With the kneading of the muscles in her buttocks completed, the tribeswoman began working her thick rubber covered index finger around the pussyhole of the restrained slave. This immediately heightened the attention of the sissy and held it unwaveringly as the circular smearing of the digit progressed to the introduction of it into the slut’s cunt once the viscous oil had lubricated the puffy lips around its entrance. Back and forth she finger-fucked the slut doubled over in the bathroom as more oil was added and worked deeper into the Oba’s new fucktoy. Slicked and starting to open up, the heavy black woman added her middle to the index and continued to finger fuck the sissy. A small bulb-like tool similar to a turkey baster was then inserted into the pail of warm oil and a small amount if it was sucked up into the collection tube. Introduced into the fuckhole being worked and stretched the bulb was then squeezed so that the contents of the tube would be expelled deep within the sissy the line her insides with the oily scented lubricant. This process was repeated throughout the remainder of the preparation process so that the Oba’s slut would be fully coated internally in order to eliminate the need for lubrication while she was being enjoyed. Moaning softly now, the sissy had four of the tribeswoman’s fingers embedded deep inside of her – working aggressively from side to side and in a circular motion in order to open and loosen the cunthole in preparation for its owner. Fully removing and then plunging them back in with force the black woman was enjoying having the feminized white slut under her control…to be penetrated and opened while the formerly virgin hole belched and gurgled out globules of oil that were quickly replaced by another dosing with the basting tool. The soft moan was replaced by a deep guttural groan as for the first time, the sissy felt her abuser’s four fingers as well as her thumb positioned at the gateway to her insides. Surely this woman was not going to try to put her whole hand inside? Could that even be done? The sissy soon got her answer as the right hand of the big black woman…encased within the industrial thick rubber gauntlet…increased its forward pressure and began to sink into the slut’s accommodating pussy. Easily opening now to the point here the widest part of the knuckles were all that prevented a full fisting, the woman standing behind the sissy now adopted a lower stride-based stance to give her more stability from which to continue to push forward. The anal ring constricting the rubber covered hand was taut and blanched as it struggled to prevent the admittance of the invader…a battle that it was beginning to lose as the slick black latex continued to inch its way further forward. Then, with a sudden gush accompanied by a howl from the sissygurl and the flailing of her suspended legs and dangling feet, the tribeswoman’s rubber clad fist was swallowed by the submissive youth’s well-lubed cunt. Twisting and corkscrewing her hand the black woman dilated and pummeled the sissy’s cunt as her wrist was gripped by the spasming pussyring and engorged cuntlips. In and out she worked her whole hand soon replacing it with her left hand as well setting up an alternating punch-fucking of the fucktoy to truly loosen and prepare her hole for the Oba’s enjoyment. Scoured, roasted, oiled, and now opened – the sissy was nearly ready for her night to be spent impaled and abused by her owner’s giant black cock. All that remained was a visit from her new physician.

Tied tightly to a wooden chair, the sissygurl sat naked and trembled with fear as Dr. Yang entered the room carrying a black leather briefcase. From inside of it the first item he produced was a piercing gun which he used on both of the sissy’s earlobes in order to adorn her with large gold hoop earrings. Her hair and make-up had already been done by the more slender of the bathing attendants who had returned after the bigger one was done fist-fucking her. The blonde hair of the sissy had been harshly brushed and brutally pulled back into a ponytail that was then braided with a leather cord woven into it. Her plump lips were painted with a shiny clear gloss and whorish deep pink blush had been liberally applied to her cheekbones. Eyeshadow and eyeliner as well as fake eyelashes gave the sissy the full-on look of a Western streetwalking whore that the Oba loved in order to stoke his desire to rape and abuse his submissives. Turning his attention to the protruding nipples of the sissy the evil Asian doctor traded his piercing gun for a hypodermic loaded with yet another of his personal creations cooked up at the behest of his employer, and eagerly anticipated by the physician himself in terms of an opportunity to test it on an unwilling but helpless subject. Inserting the needle directly into the tip of each nipple the sissy cried in pain as she was injected with what she was told was an intense mixture of female hormones that would speed the development of substantial breast tissue which her owner would decide with respect to size and consistency. Dr. Yang took great pleasure in detailing for the slut that the Oba would have the ability to choose everything from small bud-like breasts on his toy, to giant enhanced orbs that could either be soft and pliable or made to be firm inflated balloons that would make the American whore look like a freak of nature. It would all be up to him…but would take some time. This was only but the first dose. Still, the chemical had caused enough immediate irritation that the areolas of the sissy were turning deep purple, expanding in diameter, and her nipples were engorged and swollen protruding nearly a full inch from her chest. Finally…she was ready to be installed in her owner’s bedchamber.

Bound hand and foot, the sissy had been thrown onto the Oba’s gigantic custom bed nearly two hours earlier. In spite of the pain she had endured she had nearly fallen asleep when she heard the heavy wooden door open and the Oba tell his manservant that he was not to be disturbed in the morning…that he would ring when he was ready for his morning meal. The heavy footstep of the 300 lb Chieftain in his black leather sandals padded over towards the bed and although she was facing away from him, she saw the tent-like kaftan land in a heap on the far side of the bed at the same time that a large heavy palm was placed on her right butt cheek. The sandals were next to be removed, and the mattress heaved under the added weight of the big black man as he joined his sissy on the bed. Her hands and feet were united, and she was flipped over onto her back with the Oba’s massive hands wrapped one around each wrist and pinning her down underneath him. His belly rested on her chest and abdomen and she could feel the head of his hardening cock bouncing about on the insides of her thighs as it grew to its full 10-inch erection. Looking up at him so close to her face, he looked demonic as his face curled into an expression of lust and his thick lips parted to allow a string of drool for stretch downward and land upon her cheek. “Are you ready slut?” he asked…”ready to spend the night being raped and used like the submissive white whore that you have become for me? I am going to make you scream and beg my little slut…and by the time I am done with you your little sissy pussy hole will be a wide-open tunnel for whatever I want to put in it. You will be impregnated with my superior Yoruba sperm, and your throat will either be able to accommodate my enormous black cock or you will choke and die in the attempt to swallow it. You are no longer human you little slut…you are a whore…you are holes to be filled and stretched and a body to be abused and enjoyed however I decide. I own you slut…bought and paid for…and I am going to degrade you and train you to be nothing but a mindless receptacle for cum, and piss, and anything else I decide to feed you. As she heard her new owner detail the multitude of abuses that would be heaped upon her as his personal fucktoy, the sissy felt the bulbous head of his giant snake pressing at her oiled and prepared sissyhole. Even though she had been fisted a few hours ago by her bathing attendant, the Oba’s obscenely thick meat dilated her as it entered and forced her cunt to conform itself to its size and shape. Reaching new depths as he pounded into her with powerful thrusts, all ten inches of veiny black cock drilled into the sissy’s insides opening her and plowed her open so that even when he pulled out completely her cunt lips were left gaping and gulping like a fish’s mouth when it is lifted out of the water. Repeatedly she was fucked until her labia were crimson and engorged, swollen and irritated from the constant distention they took from his cock. Load after load was pumped into her cunt as the seemingly insatiable Oba took turns training her cunt and her throat to worship and pleasure his manhood. The sissy passed out two times with the black ten inch column of flesh cutting off her air supply, while her rapist laughed and cajoled her to take him deeper, and longer, telling her what an honour it would be for her to die with his hard cock erupting into her belly. But she did not die. Even though she prayed for it to come, she lived through every degradation and every abusive plundering of her body to give sadistic satisfaction to the giant black rapist who now owner and controlled her fate.

When the Oba rang for his breakfast in the morning, his manservant was quick to respond, entering the spacious bed chamber with a silver tray laden with cooked foods and fruits as well as a carafe of hot coffee. Passing the point long ago of being surprised by anything he saw when he entered the Oba’s bedroom the butler took no notice of the scene before him as he placed the Master’s tray on the lap-table tented over the Chieftain’s big belly as he always took breakfast in bed. Sprawled out beside her owner was the American sissygurl…face down and ass up with her head towards the foot of the giant bed. Her eyes were glazed over and a thick puddle of drool had collected on the bedsheet by her mouth that was hanging open with lip gloss smeared all over her face. Working itself in and out of her distended and ruined cunthole was Oba Adewale’s enormous black fist, casually and slowly punch-fucking his whore while she moaned and groaned with each insertion. As the manservant exited the room he could hear his Chief chatting casually with the sissy saying “look whore…I had breakfast brought in for you as well!...As soon as I am done eating I will help you with yours.” The Yoruba Chief had peeled not one but two bananas and had stuffed them into the gaped open cunt of his well-fucked sissygurl. He had followed that by inserting a large apple, and thick black rubber butt plug to keep everything in place while he enjoyed his breakfast.

Reading the paper, Oba Adewale munched contentedly while his American concubine lay fucked, abused, and freshly stuffed on the bed beside him. “I’ll bet you cannot wait slut, for this day to be over and for nighttime again to fall so that you may once again live to serve and pleasure me like you will do for the rest of your miserable life!” Evan Peters…now truly gone and lost forever…hardly flinched when the dinner plate sized black hand landed on his buttock with an ear-splitting crack. He had ceased to exist, leving in his place a feminized sissywhore who would be raped, fisted, abused and degraded for the amusement of her owner…Chief Oba Adewal Obasa.

The End.