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   Sara and the Toad

   Sara felt so sorry for her husband the toad.  He hated being called the
Toad but it could not be helped Jamaal insisted so the toad it is.  The
poor boy was once a rich and powerful member of the white elite.  Now he
was just another cauc living only so long as his black master would permit.
Sara reflected on how unfair it was for him.  Still he was a white man and
that was just the way it was.  She remembered when she uses to love the
toad.  But that was so long ago.  She still cared for him but in a very
different way.  He was now more like a trusted servant.

   She looked down for a moment at the white boy at her feet and smiled. 
He was giving her a pedicure.  Master Jamaal loved her pretty feet and
insisted that the toad keep them perfect for her.  Jamaal was so
considerate.  Jamaal appreciated Sara, but she was under no illusions. 
Jamaal did not love her.  She was after all just a cauc.  One day he would
grow board with her and toss her and toad out into the streets.

   The toad's name had been Tim back in the days before Jamaal.  They had
been living in one of the many shacks in the white section of town.  Sara
and Tim had belonged to one of the city farms.  It was hard work but their
nights and one day a week were times to do as they pleased.  Sara had loved
Tim and considered him a man and her husband.  But that was before Jamaal
entered their lives.  Sara and Tim had been enjoying one of the city parks
unescorted caucs were still permitted to enter.

   Sara packed a picnic lunch.  Tim even managed to secure a bottle of
decent wine.  They found a secluded area and had carefully laid out the
food and drinks on a lovely blanket.  Just as they were about to sit down
Jamaal made his presence know.  "Well what have we here?  A pretty little
bitch all set to enjoy a picnic.  I think I will join you," a large
powerful black man said stepping onto the blanket.  Sara and Timmy looked
up is surprise at the intruder.  Oh no Tim thought, a black man.  Sara
froze like a deer in caught in front of cars headlights.

   Jamaal ignored Tim.  He was just a boy and not worthy of a black man's
attention.  But the slut was another thing all together.  "Come here bitch
I want to examine you." He reached for the frozen Sara and pulled her to
him.  Tim started to move on Jamaal.  The big black man saw the boy move
and turned on him.  "You drop to your knees and place your face to the
ground." Jamaal commanded.  Tim hesitated.  Jamaal stuck like lightening
and punched the white boy hard in the face.  Tim went limp and crashed to
the ground.  Jamaal stepped hard on the back of the white boy's neck.  I
could kill you right now you worthless piece of shit.

   Sara broke into a scream but stopped quickly when Jamaal turned to her
with a look that said be quiet or you are next.  Sara shut her mouth and
tried not to freak out.  Tim was stunned and bleeding from his nose and
mouth.  Jamaal pressed down a little more on Tim's neck.  "You ready to be
a good boy now cauc?" he demanded.

   "Yes sir.  I am sorry sir," the now completely cowed white man cried
piteously.

   After a moment Jamaal relented and removed his shoe from Tim's neck. 
"All right cauc now do what I told you to do and stay that way till I tell
you different.  Understand me ass hole?"

   "I do master.  Please don't hurt me anymore." The sobbing boy quickly
knelt down and placed his face into the grass.

   Jamaal forgot about Tim after that and turned his attention to Sara. 
"Off with your cloths bitch I want to see what you got".

   Sara obeyed and was soon naked before the terrifying black man.  She was
a beauty.  Jamaal realized he had stumbled onto a diamond in the rough.  He
moved in close and took her in his arms.  Tilting her head back he kissed
her, exploring every inch of her lips.  Than his tongue probed open her
mouth and he soon had her groaning and moaning with lustful passion.  His
hands began to explore her body.  First he played with her breasts.  He
pulled and pinched her pink hard nipples and then reached between her legs.
Sara's pussy was soaking wet.  This black man was driving her crazy with a
desire she had never imagined possible.  He forced her down to her knees
and then pausing a moment he stripped down.  Sara looked at him naked
before her.  He was beautiful.  His black cock arched up his belly like a
big snake.  He was leaking pre-cum and exuded a strong masculine scent.

   He pulled her to the ground with him and plunged into her sex.  They
fucked for hours that day.  Poor Tim had to kneel with his face to the
ground the entire time.  Neither Sara nor Jamaal gave him a second thought.
Jamaal taught Sara how to suck his cock and how to take is dick up her ass.
Sara became a very eager student.  Jamaal noticed it was starting to get
near sunset.  "What is your name bitch" he asked her

   "My name is Sara sir." She said humbled and happy that Jamaal cared
enough to ask her for her name.  "May this slut ask your name sir?"

   Jamaal laughed.  "You please me bitch.  My name is Jamaal and from on
you belong to me."

   "Do you mean that master" Sara said amazed at what she heard?

   "I mean it slut.  I am not about to let a fine piece of ass like you
slip away." Jamaal said firmly.

   "Master we are owned by the city farm and I have to report every day,
six days a week," Sara confessed.

   "Rest easy slut I will go there tomorrow and buy you from them."

   "What about my husband master, Sara asked hesitantly?

   "Is that piece of trash your husband," Jamaal asked pointing at Tim?

   "Yes master he is," Sara answered feeling for the first time a little
ashamed to be associated with Tim.

   Jamaal thought for a moment and shrugged.  "So do you want to keep him
around as you servant or something Sara?

   "What do you mean as my servant master, the confused but excited Sara
asked?

   "You know something to fetch and carry for you.  You might like having a
toad of your own."

   "I never heard that expression before, "Sara said thoughtfully.  " You
mean you would give him to me like sort of a slave of a slave?"

   "Yes girl.  If you want him you can keep him.  But I don't want him in
your bed or your pussy.  Understand that bitch.  I catch him anywhere near
you like that and I kill him.  Understand me?"

   "Yes master.  My pussy belongs to you.  Tim can't have any part of it or
you will kill him."

   "His name is not Tim, slut.  His new name is the toad or toad for
short," Jamaal laughed.

   Sara reflected on what Jamaal had just said.  "The toad it is master."
And that is how Tim became the the toad.

   Jamaal walked over to the toad and pulled him to his knees by his hair.
"You heard what we said about you didn't you boy.  Jamaal demanded.

   "Yes sir" the frightened cauc whimpered.

   "This slut belongs to me now.  Do you accept that?

   "Yes master she belongs to you."

   "And you belong to her now.  Do you understand what that means?" Jamaal
pressed the cauc.

   "It means I will be her slave and try real hard to always please her."
The cauc whined

   "Perhaps you are not as stupid as you look cauc.  Now one last thing
what is your name?"

   "My name is the toad master," he admitted.  Sara could not help giggling
when she heard the toad accept his new name.

   "All right slut let me take you to your new home.  Toad you pack up the
picnic.  We got to go." Jamaal ordered.

   Jamaal took Sara and the toad to a beautiful house in a lovely part of
town.  It was an area where African men kept their special cauc women. 
True to his word Jamaal went to the city farm and purchased both Sara and
the toad.



   When the African Army first took over the city Sara and Timmy had been
terrified.  But after the shock wore off their occupation became just
another fact of life.  Most whites just went about their business and were
more or less left alone by their black Over Lords.  It is not that they
were free.  They were all slaves of the African Empire.  Every boy, bitch,
and child over thirteen was assigned a job.  Some whites were taken away to
God knows where and never returned.  It was best not to think about that.
The remaining whites were forced out of their homes and into shacks at the
edge of the city.  African colonists were given their former homes and
business.

   All the jobs for the whites were menial.  The defeated caucs dug
ditches, collected garbage or served as nannies or housekeepers for the
black colonist.  Some bitches like Sara were taken as pets and pleasure
sluts.  White children were often taken as companion playmates for the
children of the colonist.  These kids were mostly treated well as long as
they amused the African children.  When they failed the white kids could
expect to feel the lash.

   The colonists were mostly a decent people.  They treated most whites as
they did in Africa.  As long as a bitch or boy was properly subservient and
deferential to their masters things were fine.  Of course any white who
showed the slightest signs of disrespect was harshly dealt with.  If the
behavior continued the offending animal was put down.

   Sara looked at the clock and saw she had to leave soon.  "Hurry up toad.
I have to meet Jamaal in an hour."

   The toad hated being rushed.  He knew that if the pedicure was not
perfect that Jamaal would beat him.  But he also knew that if he gave Sara
any lip he would live to regret it.  His former wife had become a very
different person after the occupation.  In the time before the conquest she
had been very submissive to him and very eager to cater to his every whim.
Now the situation was completely reversed.  It was he that was submissive
to her and who catered to her every whim.  Not that it was his desire to be
that way.  Jamaal had changed everything the day he claimed Sara as his
pleasure slut.

   After the pedicure the toad helped Sara select a sexy cocktail dress and
a pair of high heels that showcased her legs and feet.  Never having had
children Sara did not need a bra.  Her nipples were clearly visible under
the dress just the way her master liked it.  "Well toad how do I look," she
asked turning in a full circle for him.  "You look beautiful and extremely
sexy Sara.  Master Jamaal will be pleased." the toad said trying to sound
as sincere as possible.  "

   "I hope so sweet boy.  Bring the rickshaw around and wear the black
skirt," Sara said to him while she looked around for a handbag to match her
dress.

   "Yes ma'am," the toad acknowledged her order.  "The black skirt it is."

   Ten minutes later Sara sat in the rickshaw while the toad dressed only
in a black skirt raced down the road.  The huge solar storm had destroyed
destroys the entire electrical grids of the world over three hundred years
before.  All motors and machines became inoperable.  The world had been
plunged into chaos and billions of people perished.  Europe, Asia and
America had been hit particularly hard.  That is why when the African's
came in their ships fielding well-disciplined armies the whites had quickly
been defeated.  Colonization followed.

   Now there were very few free caucs left in America.  Sara and the toad's
city was the last to fall.  The Africans now ruled all of North America
with an iron hand.  Their spears and hatchets terrified the whites.  Sense
cars no longer worked the Africans introduced the rickshaw to America and
now the streets were filled with them.

   They were all pulled by white slaves of course.  Many Africans preferred
white women for their rickshaws.  A whole breed of large strong white women
had been created by intense selective breeding over the last hundred years.
Jamaal had a stable of these women.  They were commonly referred to as
horses.  Real horses had died out many centuries ago.  He often raced his
horses at the local track and won many prizes.  But he would not give Sara
a horse.  The toad was good enough for a bitch.  He did not want her
forgetting her place.

   The toad soon arrived at the outdoor café where Sara was to meet her
master.  Jamaal was sitting with a good friend of his when Sara pulled up.
She waved to him but he ignored her.  She became worried.  When Jamaal
ignored her she knew from past experience it could turn bad for her.  The
toad parked the rickshaw in the lot and sat patiently beside it until he
was summoned.

   A nervous Sara entered the café and went to Jamaal and his friend.  "Hi
Master" she said with here sexiest voice.  When she tried to kiss him he
brushed her aside and pointed to the floor at his feet.  "Oh God" she
thought.  But she could do nothing but be the obedient submissive slut he
expected her to always be so she demurely as she could sat at her master's
feet in the crowded café.  Her poor dress would be ruined before the night
was over she thought.  Jamaal was clearly in one of his moods.

   "Do you fancy a suck," Jamaal suddenly said to his friend.  Makah
laughed.  "Have you ever known me to refuse an offer of a good looking
bitch?"

   "See to him slut," Jamaal ordered.  He did not even bother looking at
Sara.  The white woman eased under the table and moved between Makah's
legs. She deftly opened the black man's pants and in one fluent motion took
his cock and eased it down her throat.  The man had clearly not expected to
have the girl take his entire length straight away.

   "Damn," The black man cried.  The bitch took me all the way the first
time out."

   Jamaal laughed out loud.  "I told you the cunt was good.  I trained her
myself." Jamaal reached under the table and patted Sara's head.  "Keep it
up baby and daddy will give you a special treat later tonight." Sara beamed
with pleasure.  Thank God he was pleased.  Now she could relax a little and
see to this fine black cock.

   Nobody in the café paid the least attention to what was happening at
Jamaal's table.  What was the big deal?  So what?  Nothing unusual here,
just another white slut sucking a cock under a table.  No big deal.





   After several minutes of sucking Makah Sara could feel the dick in her
throat grow larger and knew what was going to happen.  And it did.  Makah
exploded into her.  Gasping in intense pleasure he suddenly pulled
completely out of her and unthinkingly covered her face and hair with the
rest of his sperm.  Jamaal watched his friend orgasm and laughed.

   "Hay brother I am afraid I came all over your sluts face." Makah said a
little embarrassed.

   "Well let's see what she looks like shall we brother?" Jamaal sighed. 
"Come on up and sit beside me Sara," Jamaal commanded.  A red faced Sara
joined them sitting for the first time that day on a café chair.  Jamaal
and Makah laughed at what they saw.  Sara's face was covered with Makah's
sperm.  Some of it had even settled into her hair.  Sara made no move to
wipe the sperm off of her face or out of her hair.  Jamaal had trained her
never to clean up cum without his permission.

   So Sara was forced to sit there in the café with sperm on her face and
in her hair.  Her face under the sperm was bright red.  Both men enjoyed
her humiliation.  "Watch this Makah." Jamaal turned back to Sara, "Do what
you know I want you to do girl."

   The white woman looked frst at her master and then at Makah, Using a
perfectly manicured finger Sara scooped up a strand of sperm.  She paused
and smiled at Markham.  She slowly and seductively licked the sperm off her
finger.  Makah was impressed.  Sara repeated the procedure until all of the
sperm was removed from her face.  Several spurts of sperm still rested in
her hair.  She started to reach for a strand when Jamaal raised his hand.
"Leave the rest slut." I like the effect."

   "Yes master, Sara said as submissively as she could manage.  God
sometimes she hated these black bastards and how much they enjoyed shaming
white women.  But at other times she felt more alive and sexual that she
thought ever possible before she was taken as a pleasure slut.
   To be continued