The Taking of a White Family – Part 2 – Parents Lean Their Place, the Punishment
After that first night of service to our new Masters, things started to become somewhat normal, or at least as normal as they could be in our situation. I went off to work every morning, and the girls went to school. Carol stayed in the apartment, cooked, cleaned, and did normal things a stay-at-home wife would normally do, with a few exceptions. On our day off, the Masters took the family to the community center and pool. The girls had a great time, and Carol and I even forgot about our predicament and were having fun with them.
One of the many rules we lived under was that everyone at the compound had to pitch in and help. The second week, our Masters told us that Carol was going to be tested to see what skills or services she could provide to the community. Wives of the workers assisted as school teachers, teacher’s aides, cooks, bus drivers, receptionists, etc., to help the community thrive.
That evening, we all gathered at the kitchen table having dinner that Carol prepared before the girls and I came home. Since this was only our second week, we were still finding our place in this new family unit. It became very clear that even in the presence of the girls, Master Obike and Master Camara were completely in charge. Each of our Masters sat at the head and foot of the rectangular table. Carol and I sat close and facing each other, with Mary and Cathy sitting next to Carol and Amy sitting next to me. Carol was to give our Masters their food first, then the girls, and finally me and her. After a little while, it seemed normal as the girls were chattering about their day at school and how they liked their teachers, etc. They also learned that all black men in the compound would be called Master and Black women would be called Mistress. I too chimed in about how my day at work went and how nice most of my coworkers were. At this point, Master Obike interrupted the conversation. “Carol, tell us about your day of testing.” My wife froze. “It was OK, I guess, Master,” she replied. “It was NOT,” Master Obike shot back at her. I was stunned, and I could see the girls were visibly shaken. Master continued, “Your skill level was judged to be inferior, and you were not even close to a match with any jobs that were open.” Carol must have known the outcome before we did. “I tried my very best, Master.” “Well, you failed, and worse, you made Master Camara and I look like fools. You will pay for that, but tomorrow morning at 10 am we will place you on the barracks bus. You will be taken there every day and provide the only service you know how to. UNDERSTAND,” he roared. “Yes, Master,” was the only thing Carol could reply. It was then that Amy asked in her childlike way, “Are you going to meet all the soldiers’ mommy?” Before Carol could answer, Master Camara chuckled and replied, “Oh yes, Amy, your mommy will be meeting all the soldiers, and she will know each one of them very well.” The conversation was then dropped, and dinner was finished a little while later.
As Carol, Mary, and Cathy cleaned up after dinner, our Masters sat with Amy and me watching TV in the living room. It was getting late, so when the two girls and Carol came in, Master Camara proclaimed that it was the girls’ bedtime as the second day at school was going to be longer. They kissed me goodnight, and Master took them to their room. When he was gone, Master Obike looked at the two of us. “Luke, just so you completely understand, tomorrow while you’re working, Carol will be placed into service as Charlie Company’s slave. The Company consists of 75 men and has been in the jungle for a month fighting the rebels. She will be with them for 6 hours a day, 6 days a week, until they grow tired of her and they are sent back to the front. She will be home in time to cook our meals and take care of the children, and you are not to interfere, or the family will be punished.” He then turned to Carol. “Carol, you will do as you are told and conduct yourself in a way to bring honor to myself and Master Camara. If not, your family’s fate here will be out of our hands, and things will change. Do you both understand?” Again, as if rehearsed, we both replied together, “Yes, Master.”
Master Camara came back down the hall. “The girls are all locked away, and it’s time to tap some white ass!” He grabbed Carol’s arm, pulling her from the chair and towards the bedroom. “But, Master, what about tomorrow?” Carol questioned. “It’s not tomorrow yet, cunt,” he snapped back. “You still have to pay for your family’s protection.” As this was happening, Master Obike slapped me across the back of my head. “You too, bitch, you might as well get used to us. Since your whore wife will need to recover overnight, you are going to have to make payments to us until the girls are trained in a few weeks.” “WHAT!” I exclaimed. “You heard me.” He grabbed my hair, pulling me down on my knees and dragging me to the bedroom following my wife and Master Camara. “If your cunt wife can service us, then everyone in the family will be taking up the slack,” he finished.
Once in the room, things got much worse for us. As Carol lay on the floor, I was ordered to strip. Our Masters then forced cuffs on my ankles and wrists, chaining them together so I was bent over, ass up, and accessible. A tight collar was placed around my neck, and I was chained to one of the hooks in the wall. I could hardly move, but I had a full view of the room as the Masters approached my wife. “Here we go, cunt,” Master Obike joked as he took Carol by the hair, pulling her up to her knees by one hand and unbuckling his belt with the other. Master Camara had already naked, his black cock becoming hard as he was walking toward my wife. I could tell they were not going to be gentle as Master Obike shoved his massive tool forcefully into Carol’s mouth and deep down her throat until she started gagging. Carol tried to pull back, but her head was held firm by both of our Masters. Then it really started. She was brutally face-fucked by Master Obike as Master Camara held her, his cock dropping gobs of precum in her hair. The sounds were horrible and amazing all at the same time. Big black balls slapping her face, gagging and gasping, moaning, crying all at the same time. Once in a hard face-fucking rhythm was achieved, Master Camara, hard cock in hand, was on me. The large piece of meat being buried in my pussy ass. “That’s it, take my cock, fagot,” he was laughing. “This will be your fate for the next several weeks. Your fagot ass and mouth belong to us till your cunt wife is ready for us again.” I could no longer hear Carol over the noise of my ass being ripped open by Master’s cock. “Beg for it, fagot.” I said nothing, just loud moaning and grunting as he filled me. With one hard, brutal thrust, his cock and body forced my head into the wall with a loud crack. “I said beg, fagot!” Oh god, it hurt so bad, my ass on fire, my head slammed into the wall. “Ohhhhh, Master, please fuck your fagot hard!” I screamed. And he thrust harder, deeper, and faster.
Carol was limp as her Master’s thick, sticky cum was deposited in her throat, overflowing from her mouth and running down her chin. Master Obike then draped her over a chair with her ass on display, reached over to the nightstand, and took a whip in his hand. WHACK! Rang out with a scream from Carol as the whip fell across her ass. WHACK, WHACK again. “Noooooooo, Please, Master, Noooooo,” she was crying, her tears mixing with the cum still splattered on her face. “Are you going to embarrass your Masters again, whore?” he asked. “Noooooo, Master, never, Pleaseeee.” WHACK, WHACK. “You better not. I have friends in Charlie Company, and I’m expecting you to give them everything they want.” WHACK. “YES, MASTER, Please, I will, pleaseeeeee.” Her ass, red with welts from the whip, Master Obike chained her to the wall for the night.
Each sound of the whip excited Master Camara more. I felt his rod growing even larger in my sissy ass. “Ohhhhh Yeeaaaaaa” he bellowed as the force of his cum entering my bowels was intense, his cock pulsating as he filled me. I could feel his cum dripping past his shrinking rod and running down my leg. Pulling out, I felt the cool air on the room on my gaping hole, which was stretched wide. He undid my chains and walked me past Carol, who was broken and hanging from a hook. “Take your place in our bed, fagot,” Master instructed. “The whore’s place will be on the wall each night, and you will service us as she did last night.” I climbed on the bed as instructed, my ass still burning. “On your side,” Master Obike ordered. As I took the position, his cum-covered cock slid into my ass, opening my mouth and letting out a moan, Master Camara’s cock entered my mouth. For several hours, they fucked my ass and mouth until we fell asleep.
Morning came, and I woke up with a cock in my ass and in my face. “Let’s start the day, fagot,” Master Obike stated, and he got up and chained Carol. “Here is how things will go from today forward, get cleaned up, dressed, and make everyone breakfast like a normal, and send your fagot husband to work and the girls to school.” Carol replied, “Yes, Master.” Master Obike continued, “Your work uniform will be here shortly; you will put it on and be on the bus at 10 am.”
As ordered, we all had breakfast together as a family, and the girls went off to school. As I ventured down the stairs to get the bus, a very tall black soldier passed me carrying a small box. All I could think of was Carol’s uniform and them what would they do to her.
There was a knock on the door. “Answer that, whore,” Master Camara commanded. Carol opened the door to find the tall black soldier with the box. She stood aside as he pushed past her and entered the apartment. Looking back at her, he questioned, “Is this the whore you have for us, Carama?” “Yes, it is. Whore, come here.” Carol walked over to them as Master Obike entered. “Hey there, Tanvir, how you doing?” “I’m doing great, Obike;” he answered as he looked Carol up and down. “Tanvir, this is the company whore you will have while you’re on base.” Master Camara stated as he slapped Carol on the ass to move her closer. “Whore, this is Master Tanvir; he has your uniform.” “You know, Carama, I’ve been in the bush for 6 weeks, and she is looking good. Might I have a sample before the guy ruin her?” Master Tanvir inquired. “I can’t see why not,” Carama answered. And with that, Carol was pushed to her knees in front of Master Tarvir. “You know what to do, whore,” Master Tanvir stated as his large hands wrapped around her head.
Carol reached up and undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the floor. She was looking at a bulge growing in the camo underwear and reach out and began to stroke it. “How is this, Master?” she questioned as she used both hands on the monster. “Ohhhhh, you guys trained her well. Ohhh yea, whore.” Carol reached up and pulled down the briefs, exposing the monster cock. Oh my god, she thought as it grew in front of her eyes. It was jet black, uncircumcised, at least 12” long, and wider around than she had ever seen. She stroked it with both hands, rubbing the head with her thumbs. Master Tanvir guided her head and waited for her mouth to the monster. Passing her lips, she smelt tasted the musky, stinky, unwashed cock just back from the jungle. Her mouth was stretched as he shoved it in and began to fuck her. It was not long before the monster reached its full hardness Master Tanvir was moaning. “Ohhhhh yeaaaaaaaa whore suck it,” And it didn’t take long before Carol could hear “I’mmm cummmmmingggg” as he shot his salty, thick, black seed down her throat. When he was done, Carol, wanting to please her Masters, licked him clean and thanked him for his cum.
“The guys will really like this whore,” Master Tanvir stated to Master Obike and Carama. “I just hope they don’t ruin her while she is in the stocks with the rest of the whores. See you later,” and Master Tanvir left. Taking the small box, Carol went into the bathroom to wash up and get in uniform, wondering what was in store for the rest of the day.