EXTRACT FOR
Owned
(Tony Slade)

Persia Laforge groaned softly as she slipped the ribbed ivory dildo into her dripping cunt. She'd had it made especially by a carver in the oldest part of Malindi. Of course since the Event all efforts at conservation had faded from law, species once protected were fair game again, elephants were hunted for their ivory, and huge whalers scoured the oceans again, harpoons thrown by hand just as they had been before the arrival of machinery. So the once illicit ivory had been easy to find, and the efforts of the carver provided the most satisfying stimulation. The ridges were not so much sharp as pronounced, they popped one by one into her tight snatch until only a thin flange remained outside her body.

And this will give me a thrill for the rest of the day she giggled as she selected a pair of practical cotton panties. She kept the dildo inside her only on those days when her horniness had reached its peak. And the sale this morning took me to the edge she added as she pulled the underwear up hard and savoured how full her cunt felt.

She much preferred the female auctions. Having been to a few mixed sales she had felt little excitement to see the male slaves being sold. They were grotesque in her opinion, where many of her friends secretly admitted that they fantasised about those horse sized black cocks she would only smile and then shudder. Persia had different inclinations and always concentrated on female slaves. There was something about tears on a black face that always made her shiver, whip marks on white skin just looked messy in her opinion, red and ugly looking, whereas welts on black skin looked sexy and sensual. Those were the marks that she loved to touch, the heat radiating into her fingertips, the small gasp as she pressed against tender skin. Often she would lean forward and trace the tip of her tongue along the mark. There was a flavour that she found intoxicating, sweat and skin and fear... and most special and arousing of all, the copper tang of blood beading along her most vicious strokes. Of course she didn't make every slave that excited her bleed, only those that defied her.

And I saw defiance in her eyes she told herself as she produced another specially made dildo from the drawer of her dresser. It was an interesting mix, defiance, fear... and unless I am very much mistaken I also saw a hint of relief.

Persia grinned as she turned the smooth phallus over in her hand. Made from a small tusk it was hollow, the open end threaded so that it could be screwed onto a specially made pump fitted with a plunger like a syringe, the smooth ivory shaft dotted with tiny holes. Persia had conceived the idea herself, she had told the artisan exactly what she wanted and he had followed her instructions to the letter. And now I will finally get the chance to use it. Pressing through her panties Persia shivered as she teased her clit, the fat nigger girl was going to be the first, and I can't wait for her to get here she chuckled, then began to dress, she still had preparations to make.