Chapter One ~ Katy: One

 

The other three girls sitting at the table treated me like a total stranger. They were black and I was white, so I wasn't surprised they excluded me from their conversation. However, I knew the girl sitting on my right and she knew me. Her name was Salina and she was in cahoots with my Master, George Douglas. He had told me to contact her, but not until we were alone. So, I kept quiet and didn't talk to her during the meal.

She was the slimmest, and by far the most attractive of the black girls I had seen, since I came aboard, earlier in the day with my Master and Mistress. Salina had large intelligent doe eyes, a slimmer nose than the others and a wide mouth with lips that weren't too full. Her smooth, rich mahogany skin glowed with vitality, while her demeanour was cool and confident. She glanced at me several times but didn't start a conversation.

The other two girls chatted together as though they were friends. We were all wearing the ship's thrall uniform. The maroon polo shirt was smart, but the tight full panties were thin and offered no protection from the gropers among Ethan James' guests. Ethan's crest - a stylized EJ - was embroidered on our shirts and on the front of our panties over our mons.

I had lost count of the number of times hands had slipped between my thighs. Fingers constantly caressed and rubbed my pussy through the thin panties, while I spooned food onto plates or when I delivered the guest's meals. The chef kept a pile of clean panties in the kitchen for girls who returned with damp patches in their gussets. I had changed mine three times. As a consequence, I was relieved to be able to sit down and take a breather.

We were all wearing gold shock collars which allowed us ten syllables before zapping our necks. I had mine fitted earlier in the day along with gold wrist and ankle cuffs. My first impression of life on board 'The Silent Lady' was a good one, but I knew the work on deck was going to be gruelling and the accommodation extremely basic.

I and the other three girls had to serve dinner to the guests before we were allowed to retreat to the crew's dining room and eat some of the leftovers from the tables. When we left the main dining room a square stage was being erected in readiness for an event. There was going to be a night of entertainment, so we were told to eat our dinner quickly.

I had just helped myself to a second bowl of trifle when a huge black guy approached with Beth, the girl in charge of thralls. I recognized the man as being Henry Adebayo, a wealthy businessman, who according to Keith had a 50% share in 'The Silent Lady'. He was also a billionaire and owned some very productive diamond mines.

Towering over us, he patted Salina on the shoulder. "Kid, it's time to get warmed up. Beth will take your corner and return you to your cell once you've lost the fight. Don't forget my advice, kid. Oh, and I got Ethan to switch your collar off so you can discuss tactics."

"Good Luck, kid," one of the girls muttered.

"Good luck, Salina," I responded without thinking.

The petite girl rose to her feet and left with the pair, leaving me wondering if I would get to see her fight before I was sent to the cells. I had just swallowed another mouthful of desert when Wesley, my supervisor, approached the table. I was introduced to the young black guy earlier, after I had changed into my uniform. He put me straight to work in the dining room, serving tables.

Lean and tall, the black lad, holding a whippy cane, patrolled the dining room, barking orders and flicking our asses if we were slow in responding to his commands. I doubted if he was much older than me, but he had authority and that was all that mattered.

My descent into slavery had been swift. I fell under an older black woman's spell while working in London. I was Jasmine's PA and our close working relationship soon developed into a lesbian affair. After a few months, she took me to Cameroon on the pretence of meeting her family. The devious woman, though, wanted to use me in a prisoner exchange. The man holding her sister, prisoner, was Keith Douglas my new Master.

In between my two dominant 'owners', I was kidnapped and fell into the hands of the Chadian army. It was the low point of my captivity, so when Jasmine organized my rescue, my hopes were lifted. They were dashed again when she hired three young women to set up the prisoner exchange. One of those girls was Salina.

Jasmine manged to secure her sister's freedom only to find Keith wanted a replacement for the 'Milking Bitch' he was losing. So, we were both loaded into cages and taken to Keith's jungle estate where he ruled the surrounding area like a king. He kept a milking bitch because he had Puppy-boy pets and working Puppy-boys for patrolling the estate.

I was a new addition to his kennels. Wearing a tight Puppy-girl outfit, I had to serve as his pet's bitch for a couple of weeks. Then, he decided to use me in his scheme to steal a consignment of diamonds from 'The Silent Lady'. We flew in earlier in the day and I was handed over to Wesley, the upper deck supervisor.

The young lad stopped behind the vacant chair. "Zie, Caden, report to Mistress Catya in the main dining room." The pair scrambled to their feet and hurried away. Wesley looked down on me. "Girl, follow me." I jumped to my feet and tagged along behind him into the corridor.

We arrived at the back stairwell, which had metal ladders/stairways that led to an upper deck and several lower decks. We descended two flights, with the lad going first. He watched me climbing down at each landing, as did a guard on the lower platform. He was standing with his back to a door protecting the exit.

"Don't let the sight of a wigger's pussy distract you, Cooper," Wesley said to the young man.

"I can't see her white cunt while she's got panties on, Wes. I'll do you a favour if you let me eyeball her creamy lips and cop a feel of her cute ass."

"A quickie, Cooper." Wesley turned to me. "Panties down and bend over."

I automatically did as I was told. I pushed my panties off my ass and down to my knees, then bent forward to present my ass to the guard. I had suffered so many punishments I found myself following orders without thinking of the shameful aspect of the lewd act.

The black guard gripped my buttocks and gave them a good squeeze. "Jesus Wes, this wigger is a horny little bitch." His hand slipped lower so he could push a couple of fingers into my furrow. "God, she's got plump lips for a snow bunny; and slimy too!"

"Ummm," I grunted softly when he pulled back slightly and shoved his stout fingers in my liquid entrance.

"That'll do!" Wesley exclaimed. The hand withdrew. "Pull your panties up, girl."

"I'll pay more for this one, Wes," the guard exclaimed eagerly.

"We'll see. She's only on loan to the Master for one leg of our journey..."

Wesley turned and punched a code into a panel beside the metal door, then opened it. The guard was still sucking his fingers when my guide closed the door behind us. I followed him through into a corridor, straightening my panties as I hurried after him.

I had learnt quicky on Keith Douglas's jungle estate that my human rights had been eroded until they were virtually non-existent. If I didn't accept my slave status and serve my brutal owners, I would be quickly discarded. I had seen enough to know that I would end up being sold in one of the numerous slave markets in the region. Then, chained in a brothel, I would be used until I was worn out.

"I have a larger cabin because I'm a deck supervisor," Wesley said proudly, while holding the door open for me to enter.

It was impressively furnished, like the rest of the yacht, but it was just a single room with an en-suite bathroom. He had a small desk and chair, a double bed and a small sofa. Wesley pulled the chair out from under the desk and tapped the seat with his cane. "Katy, get undressed and put you clothes on there."

"Oh, alright..." I glanced at his cane and decided it was foolhardy disobeying the young man, so I whisked my polo shirt and panties off and placed them on the chair.

He leant the cane against the wall, then walked around me twice. "It's not often we get a wigger thrall on loan, girl. Your Master, Mr. Douglas, has been very generous to my Master..." He reached out and fondled my large tits, then made a point of examining my left nipple. A bead of milk had appeared, so he leant down and licked it off. "I have your lactate medicine, Katy, so you will have to attend my cabin every evening about this time."

I knew from the way the young man was looked at my body that he was lusting after me. "Yes, of course, Sir."

He turned, crossed the room and unbuttoned his maroon pleated skirt. Beneath, he was wearing a pair of pink, tight shorts made from the same material as my panties. Semi-transparent, they were unable to hide his huge erection. Then, the young man went further than I expected. He slipped his shorts off, releasing his huge cock, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He pointed at the floor between his feet. "Come here, thrall."

I moved into position so that my body was close to his. After having a good feel of my ass, he pulled my left breast toward his mouth. As soon as he latched onto my chunky nipple, I placed my hands on his shoulders and closed my eyes.

Keith's Puppy-boys were responsible for the state of my large, red-raw nipples. Wesley sucked ferociously on my sore bud, but I didn't have much milk because Keith had a suckle during the plane journey. After my tit ran dry, Wesley switched and spent the same time on my right boob. When he finally withdrew, he smacked his lips and leant back, supporting himself with his hands behind him.

"Girl, I may have only got the leftovers, there was enough for me. Time to show me your oral credentials..."

"Y... yes, Sir..." I dropped to my knees, gripped his black shaft with both hands and leant the blunt, one-eyed tip toward my lips.

His cock was as hard as a granite pestle and similar in shape. The two inches that protruded beyond my hands was perfect for a good tongue lapping. I set about my task with energy, while squeezing his cock as tightly as possible. I started using my lips and then morphed into a lolly-popping motion.

He patted my short blonde hair, which was in bunches. "Ata girl. That's sweet."

After a couple of minutes, I removed my top hand and eased my head down so his crown slipped along my tongue and past my soft palate into my oesophagus. I took my time to get it right and the lad didn't hurry me as I took him deeper and deeper in small increments.

"Kid, you're well trained... Oh, yesss..." I increased the speed of my thrusts and in the process devoured about two thirds of his long dick. He waited for me to strike a smooth rhythm, then tapped me on the head. "Enough, girl."

I eased my throat off his shaft, rocked back on my heels and wiped my mouth. He stood up and pointed at the bed. "Sit on the end of the bed and lean back."

I had shown him my oral skills. Vaginal or Anal sex, or both, was bound to follow...