Ebutto and his men surrounded the small village and checked it out for days until he knew
exactly how many men were there.  He was a slave trader, earning his living capturing
blacks and selling them to Europeans who waited on their ships in the harbor one hundred
miles from here.  He cared little that he was enslaving his own people; the money paid was
making him, as well as his men, wealthy beyond their wildest imagination.
     Lebino reported to him an hour ago.  
     “There are almost fifty of them.  Twenty men, but they carry crude spears and bows,
no match for our guns.  Most are young bucks, good for the fields in America.  We will
probably have to kill one or two until they see the futility of their efforts and
surrender, hoping that we are only trying to steal their meager food.  There are thirty
women; ten of them too old to even make the trip to the harbor.  The other twenty will do
well, ten of them young girls just blooming into womanhood.  The whites will pay top
dollar for them, especially if they are virgins.”  
     Lebino, a ruthless slaver whose callous manner was unmatched, was the second in
command next to Ebutto.  His only compassion was limited to getting the new slaves to the
harbor in good condition so the whites would pay top dollar for them.  He rarely touched
any of the girls, money more important than taking the virginity of a black girl.
     “Then it is settled, we will attack when the sun just starts going down.  Most will
be eating, unprepared for us.  Kill the first two bucks that come out of their huts which
should make the rest of them pause long enough for us to gather them up.”  Ebutto looked
over at the pile of chains.  “Get them ready.  We will need to control them quickly.”  He
already had another twenty prisoners just on the other side of the ridge.  Once they
finished here, it would be time for the long march back to the coast.  If they pushed
hard, they could make the port in five days, four if the good weather held up.  His men
numbered just twenty, but the chains and their guns gave them superiority, and their
brutal nature put fear in even the hardiest buck.  “Make this quick and clean, and by next
week we will be sitting in a tavern drinking the white man’s liquor, a pretty black girl
on her knees servicing our cocks.”

* * * * *

     It was over in a matter of minutes; the sharp report of the guns scaring the men as
they ran from their huts, spears in their hand.  The first two fell to the ground,
clutching at the blood that gushed from their chest.  The women were screaming, grabbing
the few small children as if they could protect them.  His men rushed into the village;
the butt of their rifles smashed into three men before all the rest surrendered.  Ebutto’s
men made them kneel on the ground as the chains were quickly placed on their arms and
legs; small iron locks permanently securing them.  The women were next; shocked looks on
their faces as they cowered in fear.  Ebutto looked at each one as they were chained,
counting mentally in his head the money they would make.  There were ten young girls; five
of them would command a high price because their skin brown, not black.  The whites
preferred the pale brown skin.  The chains pulled their arms behind their backs; their
small, budding, naked breasts capped by pointed nipples.  Though almost naked, Ebutto
would dress them completely before selling them; again, the whites’ preference that they
be fully clothed.  The females knew little of shame and humiliation from baring their
naked bodies, but the whites would soon teach them; that and the perverse acts that would
be committed upon their bodies.  He had heard that the whites loved to take a girl in the
ass.  How disgusting.  Why would anyone want to stick his cock up her ass when she had a
perfectly good pussy for fucking, a hole built for the purpose?  No matter, the whites
were only good for their money.

* * * * *

     The ship was almost full; the Captain loaded the last of the slaves.  The females
were placed in one hold, the males in another.  He didn’t have a large enough crew to
outnumber the male slaves, but the chains and the bars would be enough.  He would cut
their rations and water, making them weak until they were a few days from America.  Only
then would he begin to fatten them for the slave auction.  He hoped it would be a smooth
sail, but there were already a few problems that would have to be addressed.  A public
whipping on the deck, male or female, it didn’t matter, was necessary to get their
continued cooperation.  Over three hundred were jammed into the two holds; cots stacked
and lined up; each one of the slaves was chained to the thick wooden bed frames.  A can
would be passed twice a day for them to relieve themselves, food given at the same time. 
They didn’t want to risk an escape, not that they could go far.
     The ship set sail with little fanfare, the harbor full of other slave ships all
waiting to fill their holds with black slaves, most destined to the American South to be
sold to farm the lands.  The Captain spied one ship with the bright flag of a Middle
Eastern country; that being the only difference from the others anchored in the harbor. 
The dark-skinned sailors bustled about the deck as they passed it.  The Captain knew of
them.  They bought slaves, but not for farming.  They took the young black girls and boys,
very young, not even entering puberty yet.  They were bought for the Sultans in the
desert, bought to satisfy the perverse sexual pleasures they would inflict on them; young
bodies to be raped by adult cocks, thick flesh tearing into immature organs.  He had even
heard that they paid top dollar for white girls, blonde prepubescent girls.  They had an
intense hatred for whites and took out this hatred on the young girls that were captured. 
They sent the girls to the Middle East to be tortured and raped; their life spans short
and painful.
     As they set out into the open ocean, the sails billowed as they caught the warm
breeze.  The crew settled into a routine once the ship glided over the blue waters.  Only
a week passed before there was trouble below the decks.  One of the girls tried to escape
and attempted to meet her buck who was being held in the other hold.  Both were brought up
onto the upper deck, the crew assembled for the public whipping.  The Captain knew that
his men enjoyed whipping a lovely girl, stripping her naked first; the whip visiting the
most intimate parts of her body as she screamed in pain.