The Planet of the Slaves

[angelique127]

* This roleplay is reserved. PM first as always as other characters could be considered. Warning= this is at least my 6th attempt with the same title and a series of failure lol !

A sex filled sci fi story of a different world on a distant planet, if you will, in another place and time on a planet with no name.

Back ground - It had been seven years since the weaker northern Caucasian race had been conquered by their their more powerful and war like dark skinned neighbors from the south. Seven years of slavery and servitude, but also of peace. Not that the Caucasins put up much of a resistance against the Blacks, they were easily overwhelmed on the battlefield. Most, if not all, dropped their weapons and fled in terror or just surrendered to the invaders. Thus this was the beginning of the Caucasian captivity and enslavement. The Blacks ruled over them with an iron fist, any dissent was immediately crushed. They established hierarchies to control between males and females, imposing new laws that every Caucasian was made to live by and obey, having no other choice. They became like weak, obediant and docile sheep. White males were made to wear short pink tasseled tunics, sandals and silk or satin undergarments. Their fingernails and toenails must be polished at all times just like the females. were. They were not permitted to engage in any sports or combat arms. And they were forced to kneel in the presence of their superiors and show respect. White males were not permitted to eat any red meat and had to submit to a strict vegetation diet. Disobedience was severly dealt with including hard labor and imprisonment. On the other hand, the females had to dress in sheer, see thru gowns and be totally submissive. Stockings and high heeled ankle boots were mandatory, along with corsetts. They must appear feminine at all times, no matter what they looked like. At the top of the female hierarchy was younger beautiful females of course. During the first two years of servitude, pretty woman at the age of eighteen, virgins preffered, were eligable to become pleasure slaves for their Black conquerors. Married woman were excemted from this law, at least at first. Until the conquerors realized that most of the females were marrying to escape becoming pleasure slaves.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle sat in front of her mirror combing her long blonde hair, reflecting back on the past seven years and how her live had changed, and concerned about her future as well as for her people. At the beginning of the occupation she had just turned eighteen. Since she was beautiful and from a wealthy family, Isabelle had managed to escape slavery by entering an arranged marriage by wedding a wealthy senators son. The black conquers were ruthless and plundered their country taking whatever they wanted and installing new laws upon the caucasians. If you were a pretty and beautiful female it was almost certain that you would become a coveted pleasure slave for your new black masters. Blondes, like herself, were especially valuable and likely to be selected first on the auction block, that was unless they were married. That law had been repealed recently by the ruling Blacks and overturned, making her vurnable to slavery. No longer would Isabelle and some of the other beautiful wives be able to hide behind the institute of marriage to avoid their fate.

Already Isabelle had drawn the attention of a powerful high ranking black warrior at the meeting last night, where her husband and father in law and others had begged and pleaded not to enact this unfair law to no avail. His name was Jandar and one of the most impressive males she had ever seen. Solid muscle, over six foot four and very handsome. An powerful alpha male who just exuded an air of dominance and was full of confidence. No other male in the room even could compare to him. Isabelle and the other wives couldn't take their eyes off of him...and when he looked in her direction she just melted. Her husband literally paled in comparison. For the rest of the night Isabelle couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to be owned by him...

 

[makofin]

{ Once again I have been invited to join Angel in another erotic roleplay}

Jander ruled over the powerless weak white race and made them submit to his will. His army plundered and took everything of value, gold, property and females to be made into slaves. Jandar had scored a magnificent victory over the Caucasian capitol of Antihople and plundered the whole country side at will. Within two years they were completely compliant and living under his rule. Jander quickly crushed any dissent, the male malcontents were sent to work in the mines or fields or sent to the Africans home country to become servants for the females and wives. Punishment was severe and they were often neutered. As far as females were concerned, the most beautiful were treasured and became pleasure slaves and in great demand. The rest lived a life of domestic servitude to their black masters. The black masters permitted the whites to self govern themselves to a certain extent and they formed a senate. These were mostly the desperate older wealthy land owners whose property hadn't been seized yet, without any true power and under the thumb of the Africans. They protested the increase of the tribute but also what was worse was the changing of Jandars law that the married wives were now subject to being pleasure slaves since there was a shortage of available females. And if so selected their homes and property could be taken from them also.
At the time Jandar was not married or owned any slaves. That was about to change. A certain young beautiful blonde had caught his eye at the meeting hall.

[fortunately I saved the signature picture of Angeliques ' Planet of the Slaves']

 

[angelique127]

{ I can't believe you saved it Makofin }

Isabelle was torn by her emotions as she prepared for bed. This might be the last night she slept in her own bed. Part of her was excited at the prospect of being selected by the handsome dark warrior but she was also frightened by the thought of nothing more than a slave for the rest of her life and becoming someones property. What if he grew tired of her and sold her at a slave auction to the highest bidder, never to see her family and home again ? At least up until yesterday Isabelle was safe and secure in a boring but less than an exciting marriage to a man she didn't love or even respect. Her husband Anton was rather passive and phyically weak. If it wasn't for his father in the senate Anton would have nothing of worth. He completely relied on his father for everything. He, like many of his young countrymen had no masculine traits whatsoever anymore. They were like submissive sheep, not daring to put up any resistance against their powerful conquerors.

When and if chosen, the young wife knew she would be sent to a harum to be trained for servitude with the other pleasure slaves, until her owner claimed her for his own. From then on Isabelle would only exist to serve her new master. She would become a loyal, obediant and willing possession. Perhaps it wouldn't really be so bad. The Africans were not only known as great powerful warriors but for their ability at pleasing females with their big superior cocks. It was rumored that once enslaved by an African male, no white female ever wanted to return to their former lifestyle. Beautiful white females had one purpose only and that was for providing pleasure to their black masters.

Tomorrow Isabelle would bathe and dress and join the other females that were selected to be in the auction...

 

[makofin]

Jander knew who he was going to select. Since birth he was trained in the art of war and was used to taking whatever he wanted. Females from the conquered Caucasians and Asian races were fair game and part of the spoils of war. As the warlord he had his choice of any female he so desired. This blonde beauty wouldn't be his first slave, nor his last and if he wanted he could have a large harum of females, until he tired of them and grew bored and sold them off to the highest bidder at the auction. But their was something different about this one, she was young,very beautiful and feminine. Her long blonde hair, blue eyes, flawless white skin and body stirred his libido like no other female so far. Jandar would make her forget her worthless husband soon enough. It was only natural that a female would want a powerful alpha male.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Anton could not remember a time when he had not been smitten with Isabelle. From the day when he first lay eyes on her as she was presented at Court and he happened to be present at his mother’s insistence. Slow to learn what he had no desire to learn, Anton quickly learned to write only so he could send missives to his “lady love”, the "Incomparable Isabelle" he called her. In many ways he was no different than most other males in the city – they were all smitten with Isabelle. Anton knew he was not good enough for her – but then neither was any other man. The advantage Anton had was that (1) though not devastatingly handsome or muscular, neither was he hideous or scrawny, and (2) Anton’s father had both title and wealth – all of which Anton would one day inherit.

“I’ll bring you back a young healthy one as a slave. Perhaps an intelligent one to be your servant, if I can find an intelligent one in that barbarian army of inferiors.” Isabella blushed at his forwardness. She had very discretely slipped him a token of her esteem to carry into battle, a small bit of lace, as she told him how “handsome” he looked in his uniform. She responded to his boast that her family already had servants, and his family both servants and slaves a-plenty. “Ah yes, but how many of them have been captured in battle by the man who intends to wed you?”

“Sir, you may presume too much. Though I am flattered, a lady should not entertain, much less encourage, such forwardness in a gentleman.”

Anton was by that time one of the “most desirable” of potential husbands if only because of his wealth and position. At only 20 years of age he had been commissioned to lead one wing of the force being sent to punish those sub-human beasts that dared to challenge white Christian supremacy in the temperate North and Western Civilization itself. The uniform he wore seemed to add years to his maturity as well as his confidence. When he smiled down at her and gently took her hand to kiss, he actually managed to make her heart flutter. “I pray to God to strike me down before he allow me to disgrace myself by offending your honor, my lady.”

==

Seven years ago.

It seemed Anton could barely remember a time before the savages crushed them in battle and imposed their will on what had once been a perfect embodiment of Christian Civilization.

Seven years ago, Anton had found himself on the ground, in the mud, screaming in a high pitched voice “Don’t hurt me, please” and “I surrender, I surrender my whole command”. Though he was wallowing in the mud begging for mercy, that wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to his uniform that fateful day. He had also peed and soiled himself.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle had what was probably her last meal with her husband. Her fate was uncertain. They ate in silence for the most part. Anton was miserable knowing his wife was going to be autioned off to some powerful black barbarian and his beautiful blonde wife would become his property. The only option Anton had was to challenge her new master in the ring of the coliseum and defeat him and save her for himself. Unfortunately the young husband didn't stand a chance against a superior black male. And both he and his wife knew it...

" Please Anton, I beg you not challenge these big brutes for my honor. You are my husband and I do not wish to see you get hurt. " Isabelle could see the anguish in her husbands face, he did not want to lose her but they were helpless and at the mercy of these conquering black barbarians. But she knew how stubborn Anton could be and prayed for Anton's safety.

Finished with the meal Isabelle took his hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom. By tomorrow she would belong to her new owner as well as the house and all of their property. Anton, if he was lucky and not hurt would become a groom or servant of the house hold. Otherwise he could be sent to work in the fields or in the silver or gold mines. Meanwhile Isabelle felt mixed emotions about her future, she knew the powerful warrior Jandar would select her for his harum and to become his pleasure slave. Tomorrow she only excisted to please him...and tonight she would make love to her her husband for the last time.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

The battle hadn't even been given a name. It was rarely mentioned among the losers - and was talked about less and less over the years. To Anton and all the other survivors, they could never forget the shame. The humiliating march back into the city, under the eyes of those they had let down - then watching helplessly as those barbarian animals had their way. Taking what they wanted. Destroying what they wanted. Taunting them the whole time for their lack of manhood. All the while the emasculated elders in the city were pleading and groveling before their conquerors. Were they trying to maintain some semblance of order in the city, or merely trying to preserve what little power they had?

It is said that time heals all wounds, but the emotional wounds of Anton and men like him would never heal. With the dawn of each new day Anton would tend to his grooming needs, ensuring he was shaved smoothly, that his nails were painted, then slip into feminine silk panties and a pink tunic - because his superior Black masters required it. He could never shake the image of being dressed that way as he and Isabelle had hurried to the administration building seven long years earlier to complete the process of formalizing their marriage. It was hardly the big lavish wedding Isabelle had dreamed of before the invasion, but it was a harbinger of things to come in the marriage. Whatever Anton did was never good enough - whether it was defending the nation or making his wife feel loved and protected, he always failed. Because of his father's status he had been appointed to a position in the "government" -such as it was. His job involved collecting taxes. As if it wasn't bad enough to be remembered by many of the city's residents as the man cowering in the mud screaming for mercy and betraying his own command.

Earlier in the day, the day the conquerors once again changed the rules of the game and made married women subject to being sold as slaves, Anton was formally asked at the assembly if he intended to fight in the ring to protect his wife. He couldn't even nod or shake his head - he just stared ahead and began crying. He still believed that he loved Isabelle in a way, but he was simply too cowardly to fight for her. He told himself he would lose anyway, so why bother.

Isabelle. So beautiful. So sexy. But when she tried to lead him to bed, Anton knew he wouldn't be able to perform. In their seven years of marriage, every time they tried to make love, Anton's mind was filled with images of dead and dying soldiers littering the battlefield while he and hundreds of others knelt before their new masters. And one huge Black man in particular who had bared his huge black cock before the entire assembly - the leader of their army. Every man who wanted to live must crawl to him, beg for his life, and kiss his cock. Anton, as the senior most officer left alive, was the first to submit.

"I .... can't" he whispered to Isabelle as she began gently rubbing his cock. How many times over the previous seven years has the same scene been played out? He certainly had no problem getting erect, but once they started he failed more often than he succeeded in staying that way. Sometimes he would just crawl out of bed and go into a corner to cry. Other times he would reposition himself to perform orally on her. His penis had been rendered useless as an instrument of lovemaking. It was just a token of his lack of manhood. His tongue, since it was good for little else, had replaced his penis as the instrument of lovemaking.

He knew that would be their last night together. Perhaps her last time to ever experience sex with a man who saw her as something other than a slave. Anton was determined to give her an orgasm - perhaps (in his mind) her last. As Anton ran his hands behind and over her hips, massaging their way closer to her pussy, he began to nibble gently as one fingertip slowly rubbed her clit to get her nice and wet - a fingertip with a freshly painted pink nail. He didn't dare defy his masters and remove the nail polish.

"I'm ...." He hesitated. Was he going mad? Or had he been mad for years? Enough men had killed themselves since the Black barbarians had taken over the city. Anton had considered it plenty of times. If he was going to die, why not at least do it trying to defy those animals who were now in charge. "I'm going to... fight. In the arena. Maybe ... maybe I can win."

They both knew he didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of winning.

 

[angelique127]

Diamond was not as much upset with her husbands lackluster performance in the bedroom, she was used to it ever since they had been conquered. The white males had been stripped of their musculinity and pride after their defeat on the battlefield. The birth rate had pummeled to the point where artificial insemination was required to keep the females giving birth to more female slaves. What upset her was Anton vowing to fight for her in the ring. Isabelle knew that he didn't have a chance to win against any of the powerful black barbarians, let alone Jandar, who had a reputation of being ruthless and without mercy.

" Please forget about your foolish pride, Anton, if you don't fight him he may make you a household servant or his groom. At least you will live." Isabelle pleaded. She kissed him and although Anton was reluctant at first, he soon kissed her back with passion. For some reason Isabelle was feeling aroused this evening...perhaps because of the thought of becoming a pleasure slave for a powerful dominant master, someone like Jandar.

" Anton...please worship me like your goddess and lick my pussy with your tongue like you always do. It makes me feel so good when you do that. " his beautiful wife begged, laying back and spreading her legs...

Until now Isabelle had been somewhat privileged, spoiled and entitled by marriage, unlike the young unmarried females who were, if pretty, forced to become slaves. Their helpless fathers could do nothing to prevent this and now their husbands would suffer the same fate.

Anton would do anything to please his wife and did what she wanted him to do. He inhaled her musky scent first before licking her to an orgasm...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

His head between Isabelle's thighs, knowing his tongue would soon be on fire - as would any muscle subjected to such an intense workout, it was the one place Anton was less than fully conscious of the horrors he and his countrymen and women were experiencing at the hand of the Conqueror. There, Isabelle and her pleasure became his whole universe -- but even then he would soon remember his true place in the grand scheme of things.

Isabelle might have said the same thing - "worship me like your goddess" - even if the war hadn't come. It would have been the way a woman communicated her needs to her lover. But in this environment, in this time, those words would mean so much more, even if she didn't realize it. She was unconsciously reinforcing his status as a slave, despite that was not his "official" status.

She was helping her enemy keep her husband in psychological and emotional bondage.

--

A few minutes earlier, Anton had somehow managed to work up the courage to be a man - to fight and die for what he loved. Not just Isabelle, but for their civilized Caucasian way of life. Determined to do his best in the Arena. Even holding out some faint hope of victory, or if not that, making the enemy's victory so costly they would rethink changing the terms of their occupation.

"if you don't fight him he may make you a household servant"

One word from Isabelle proved just how much of a coward he really was. What kind of "man" hopes to be a servant in the household in which his wife is sexually subservient to a dark-skin barbarian?

Anton. Anton was such a man.

When it seemed his tongue was about to fall off, and Isabelle could take no more, Anton gently backed away from his beautiful wife and crawled out of bed, not sure what to do next. Perhaps she wants to cuddle, but cuddling might lead to talking. There was nothing to be said - Isabelle already knew her husband was a pathetic weakling who couldn't even save her from the inferior animalistic black savages. Nothing he did would have an effect on future events.

 

[angelique127]

In the morning Isabelle awoke alone from a restless slumber. Anton was no where to be found. She was expected to be at the bath house at noon to be prepared with the other wifes for the auction. Once there she would be bathed and perfumed by the lesser servants. Her legs would be shaved, as well as her underarms, and her pubic hair would be trimmed into a landing strip to prove that she was a natural blonde. The white females fingernails and toenails were polished and painted pink. They were made to wear sheer panties, silk stockings and corsets, along with fashionable high heeled ankle boots, the finest lingerie from a Parisian city to the west. Make up and lipstick was required to be worn by all slaves to enhance their beauty. Isabelle was one of twelve females to be selected on the block. Jandar had already made his preference known.

Next a collar was placed around her neck making Isabelle feel even more submissive. She would be the third female offered on the stage and bid upon. A beautiful green eyed redhead was the first to be led out on a leash. She knelt and placed her hands behind her head, making her full breasts stand out when she arched her back. The bidding started immediately. The auctioneer demanded that the ginger stand up and recline on the divan and spread her legs for all to see. Her lame husband approached from behind and grasped her by the ankles and held her legs open while several interested black brutes surroundered her appraising her body. Isabelle watched hoping that she would be selected by Jandar.

The redhead was purchased for a high price. A married brunette was next. She also went for a high price. Now it was Isabelles turn. The auctioneer praised her assests her nice breasts, narrow waist and long shapely legs. Before she was told to lay down on the divan, Isbelle was made to turn around and show her tight round ass cheeks to the crowd. She ignored the lewd comments the best she could...

" Do I hear five hundred gold for this blonde beauty ? "

Isabelle closed her eyes and lay down on the divan, speading her legs. The sheer panties she wore did little to hide her pussy. Anton came up behind her and grasped her long legs and spread them apart as if she was an offering ! A female slave to be put on on display by her weaker husband for the pleasure of a bigger and stronger brute.

The bidding suddenly stopped. A hush came across the crowd as Jandar climbed up on the stage. No one dared to defy his authority.

 

[makofin]

Jandar had already made his intentions known. The white bitch belonged to him and everyone knew it, including her husband. His powerful hands carressed her legs, running up and down her silk stockings, pushing her knees back almost to her head. Her wimp of a husband was shaking in fear at his mere presense. Jandar smirked at him and ran his middle finger up and down the lips of her pussy over the materail of her panty, causing her to whimper and move her hips up and down. Isabelles pussy was wet from excitement.

"I think your wife likes being my slave." Jandar taunted.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

One thing Anton had learned in those seven years of occupation was that no matter how much he tried to prepare himself for what was about to happen, it always turned out to be worse than he imagined. Such was the case at the "auction". Any of the common or lower class women worth having had become slaves already. Now with only upper class women being auctioned off, it turned out that through his own family contacts Anton knew them all.

The beautiful green-eyed redhead was his cousin's wife. He and Anton avoided eye contact - a skill they and most every other pathetic white male in the city had perfected over the years. Anton still managed to watch what was happening - as heartbreaking as it was, he couldn't look away.

The brunette who fetched such a high price had been a very dear friend of the family. Anton had tried to hide behind her brother's dead body on that awful day of battle, all the time whimpering for mercy.

By the time Isabelle was brought forward, Anton had already been broken over and over again watching the treatment the others received. And now, that .. that monster called Jandar - that huge muscular ugly black beast, was touching his Isabelle! His beautiful delicate fair-haired Isabelle. She was the embodiment of Christian virtue, she represented everything pure and beautiful in the world - the antithesis of what those big beastly apes from the south represented.

Oh, the torture she must be going though as the hideous beast touches her most private parts!

Anton could kill him, if only Anton had the strength of will to act.

"I think your wife likes being my slave."

NO SHE DOESN'T. SHE DESPISES YOUR TOUCH. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A BIG DUMB BLACK BRUTE, A BARBARIAN. AN ANIMAL. YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO STAND IN THE PRESENCE OF SOMEONE AS BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT AS HER. TOUCH HER LIKE THAT AND I'LL KILL YOU!

Those are the words he wanted to scream at Jandar, but he didn't. He couldn't. Even if Jandar hadn't spoken to him, Anton was too afraid to move or speak. It was as if he was petrified with fear. Even with pain - the same pain he felt in battle. Anton could only grimace from that pain and bow his head in submission. Everything about Jandar intimidated Anton. Intimidated him more than any other Conqueror he had encountered. No wonder even the other conquerors didn't dare stop him from claiming what he wanted.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle couldn't remember ever feeling so much like a female as she did now. Her nipples were swelled and aching to be touched and her pussy was dripping with desire as the big muscled black brute ran his middle finger the sheer material of her wet panties. Anton held her legs wide apart for Jandar and she suppressed a moan, not wanting her husband to know hot excited she really was with her body on display. Jandar knew and slide his finger up and down her slippery pink lips, making it wet with her juices and holding under her husbands nose. Isabelle felt sorry for Anton, having to be humiliated like this by this stronger brute who was soon going to own her...

 

[makofin]

Jandar knew who Anton was. He was a legend with a reputation of being the ulimate coward. This man, if that was what you refer to him as, didn't deserve such a beautiful wife. Jandar had first pick of the females and there was not who he would select. And Jandar rubbed Anton's nose in it, making the wimp aware of how aroused his wife was by holding his finger under his nose. Adding insult to injury, Jandar removed Isabelle's drenched panties and placed them over the weaker man's head and face.

"Not only is your wife mine but so is all your property. You have two choices, either challenge me in the ring and win her back or submit. to my will. If you decide to submit I may let you be a stable boy or groom for my war horse. You decide."

Jandar took a leash and hooked to his new slave's collar. Although he could have picked as many of the white females he wanted, he was satified with his prize. Isabelle would make the perfect white submissive pleasure slave and would not require very much training.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

It had been inconceivable to Anton that Isabelle could see Jandar and the rest of his kind as anything other than big dumb ugly brutes - only a little higher than the animals, beasts of burden, racial inferiors who made good field hands but were good for little else. His mind fought hard against accepting the fact Isabelle could actually be aroused by such a creature. Yet, there was the evidence, in her moans and the wet-with-arousal panties Jandar had draped over the poor defeated husband's face.

As much emotional abuse as he'd been subjected to since the war, this realization took it to a whole new level. Despite the tears he was crying and the sheer fabric covering his eyes, Anton could still see what was happening - Jandar was attaching a leash to the collar around his beloved Isabelle's neck. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. The smaller scrawnier man, suddenly filled with rage, let out a scream (a weak one to be sure, but still a scream) "nooooo!" and from an awkward position on his knees, lunged at the mighty Black warrior/god.

 

[makofin]

Jandar had just finished putting a leash on his beautiful white slave when he heard a scream, at first he thought it was a female but out of the corner of his eye he saw Anton lunge at him with a look of rage. Dispite being taken by surprise [he never dreamed that this weakling of a man would ever have the balls to attack him] but being a battle hardened warrior Jandar had quick reflexes and caught him by the throat and lifted off the ground and suspended there.
" You fool." Jandar sneered, watching Antons skinny white hairless legs pump furiously while his face turned bright red as he struggled to catch his breath. "I should stomp you into the ground"
The African held him up in the air for a few moments before releasing him and letting Anton fall at his feet, lifting his boot to stomp the pathetic husband when he heard someone plea for him to stop! Looking down he saw Isabelle was holding on to his leg.

 

[angelique127]

" Oh stop... please don't hurt my husband ! " Isabelle pleaded, looking up at her master with tears in her pretty blue eyes. The beautiful slave realized that she had broken one of the cardinal rules of servitude 'never speak to her owner first without permission' but she didn't care, Isabelle was determined to save her husband. Thankfully Jandar paused and his grimace softened. Isabelle released her masters leg and assumed her position kneeling at his feet with her head bowed submissively. She doubted that this incident would go unpunished but at least Anton was spared for the moment. What was he thinking by attacking Jandar ? He should know better, Jandar was such a powerful brute, and twice his size...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

What was he thinking? He wasn't - poor Anton's mind was so scrambled by these events and revelations that he was incapable of rational thought. What a sight he must have made, his weak insignificant lily-white body being dangled in the air by Jandar's huge powerful hand around his neck, those powerful black muscular arms bulging with effortless dominance, the little white boy flopping his arms and legs helplessly, reduced to a less-than-nothing status in everyone's eyes.

Anton was only barely aware of how it must have looked after Jandar dropped him. Curled up in fetal position as he lay on the stage, hands at his own neck and gasping for air, as the only two people that mattered there were Jandar and Isabelle. Him so big and powerful and dominant with ebony skin - her so feminine and beautiful and subservient with unblemished porcelain skin looking like a beautiful expensive doll perfect in every detail. Anton wasn't a person involved in the incident - he was nothing now but an object lying at Jandar's feet. He was something Isabelle didn't want to see broken any more than it already was, but he was not her husband. She belonged to her Master - Jandar. Isabelle might have called Anton her husband, but that was more from habit than for any feeling he was a man who could take care of her.

Trembling, whimpering, his face still red -- how was it this inferior race had managed to accomplish so much control over his country? Over its men? And its women?

 

[makofin]

Jandar had been known to fly into a rage but it only happened on the battlefield. His opponents had two choices, fight or flee. Jandar now had his own choice to make. Both were not favorable. He could banish him to the gold mines where the weakling wouldn't last a week of hard labor or he could make Anton an example of perfect servitude. Truthfully Anton proved that he had a backbone although he should have saved it for the arena. And his wife, now his pleasure slave begged for mercy for him. If Jandar despatched Anton swiftly here and now, she would propably resent him in the future. Besides killing him would be to easy, why not make him suffer first.
"Get this worthless pathetic white peice of shit out of my sight and imprison him in the dungeon until I decide what to do with him.'' Jandar demanded. His guards immediately dragged him away. Having already made his selection Jandar took the leash and paraded his pleasure slave, making her crawl behind him, like a bitch, on her hands and knees, proudly showing off his new acquisition. Finished he made her climb upon a pedestal . It was here that a jeweled butte plug was inserted in her rectum, another sign of her white submissiveness. Her husband, Anton like all good servants and prisoners was most likely being fitted with one himself.
Jandar sat on his throne, his obediant slave kneeling at his feet, as he watched the rest of the auction proceed. By law the ruler could take as many slaves as he wished but he was satisfied with the one he had chosen. She was the most beautiful female of the kingdom.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle was relieved when her master showed mercy upon Anton and banished him to the prison. It was not the best place to be, of course but at least he had been spared. What made it worse was that it was ruled by the elite Nubien female guard. These woman warriors were notorious for their brutality on the battlefield as well, like their male counterparts were. Isabelle and the other citizens, both male and female, feared them for their cruelty and utter comtempt of whites. Most were lesbians and hated white males and were rewarded with the lesser female slaves of the population.

After being showed off and paraded around by her master Isabelle was sent to a brothel like building with marble baths with the other slaves where they would sleep together and begin their training. The women were mostly frightened and nervous having been seperated from their husbands and the security of their families for the first time ever. They had all married young at the age of eighteen to avoid this very fate of becoming slaves. Now these females were auctioned off and made to serve their new black masters, instead of their husbands. They now existed only to please their conquerors. This meant always looking feminine, wearing lingerie and make up and being totally submissive. Isabelle wasn't frightened as much as strangely excited. Her body had betrayed itself today at the auction. Never before had she felt like such a female...Isabelle belonged to Jandar and promised herself that she would do everything she could to please him.

In the morning they would bathe each other and apply make up and dress and begin their training to become the perfect pleasure slaves..

 

[makofin]

Jandar decided to inspect his new quarters and property he had just seized by law. The home was spacious and had three bedrooms, a large marble bath and a modern kitchen and a stable. Until now there were benefits of being a senators son. The spoils of war were finally his now. Tomorrow he would declare a day of entertainment and feasting for the occuppiers. Anton and the rest of the males would have to fight in the arena. Not against the males but against the elite female Nubien Guard. Sapphire was the undefeated champion, she stood almost seven feet tall and weighed two hundred and thirty pounds. Anton like his beautiful wife would soon learn to submit to his master, if he survived. Anton would polish his sword, feed and groom his beloved war horse, among the many other household chores. If he was lucky he would get to watch how an alpha male dominates a female. Black masculinity over white femininity rules every time.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

If anything good had some with the passage of time since the war, it was that most people had forgotten or learned to downplay Anton's role in their defeat. After all, he didn't command the whole army, just a part of it. And with prolonged occupation and constant exposure to the superior Black race, everyone knew that they would not have performed any better than their leaders did when confronted with such an overpowering intimidating enemy. By the seventh year of their defeat, it seemed almost none of the commoners recognized him on sight, and few even recognized his name.

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Not only was Sapphire intimidating because of her size and her power, but in a world dominated by powerful black men she also embodied the essence of the power a woman could have over a man. Femdom, some called it. But of course, it was only white men who longed to kneel at her feet and worship. It was rumored that men in another kingdom she'd helped to conquer had begged the authorities permission to build a temple - a whole new religion devoted to worship of the goddess Sapphire.

Of course that was just a rumor.

Sapphire was scheduled to fight three men. Anton would be the last - which in cases like this was also the worst possible place to be in the lineup. He had to watch what she did to the other two. The first weak white male was probably the weakest she would face. She effortlessly toyed with him for only a few minutes, then grabbed him by the testicles and sliced them off to put into a jar. The poor man was still alive when she returned to slice off his penis to shove into his mouth, then had him carried into a corner of the arena to die a slow horrible death as the next victim was dragged forth and deposited at her feet.

The Bishop. He would take a bit more time to break - great entertainment for part of the crowd. For the others, it would be the final straw in breaking their spirit. Before long, however, the holy man who had been praying constantly in the beginning was on his knees praying to a different deity. Begging her for mercy, kissing her feet, denying his God and promising to devote his life to her if she would only show mercy. "Mercy" was the sword she used to sever his head from his body - the head which would be placed on a pike in front of the cathedral.

Then it was Anton's turn. He, too, was praying - praying it would end more quickly for him. He had no way of knowing Sapphire had received instructions to spare his life and not to damage anything - well, not to damage anything too much. This match was purely for entertainment of the crowd, and for Isabelle's benefit. She had shown too much remorse for her useless husband, and needed to understand how undeserving he was of any consideration. It was unthinkable one of Jandar's pleasure slaves would care enough about a pathetic white male to try to intervene or beg for his life.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle sat at her masters feet like all the other beautiful slaves. The arena was full of white patrons both male and female citizens. Around her neck was strands of pearls to go along with her studded collar. Matching earrings adorned her ears and she wore a pair of pearled panties with three strands covering her pussy. Other than that a see thru transparent gown covered her breasts and midsection. Isabelle was a vison of beauty, like a blonde porcelain doll.

She was forced to watch her countrymen defeated in the arena. The female ebony amazons actually toyed with white male victims at will, while the crowd chanted her name, " Sapphire Sapphire " She either dispatched her weaker foes without mercy or sat on their face smothering them into submission while everyone cheered her on. Anton was next and Isabelle prayed that he wouldn't be harmed. She glanced up Jander and he had a smirk on his handsome face. How barbaric this all was, the beautiful slave thought to herself...

The crowd roared when Anton entered the arena. Most knew of him and his reputation. Isabelle closed her eyes unable to look...

 

[makofin]

Jandar couldn't help being amused. The little puny curd was going to pay for his defiance. Sapphire had been instructed to humiliate Anton and totally dominate him but spare him any real harm. Jandar had plans for him. Not only did he take his wife and his property but would make him forever submit to his rule. Anton would be subjected to fanning his master with a palm fond while Jandar fucked his wife in front of him.

Sapphire toyed with him at first. The crowd smelled his fear and watched in anticipation while he dodged and avoided her. Finally the ebony amazon female managed to grab him by the hair on his head and smacking him down with her meaty fist, making Anton crumble to the ground, stunning him. Sapphire circled her helpless prey like a shark, daring him to get up. The crowd roared. Jandar looked down at his bejeweled slave seeing her distress for her pathetic husband. Just then Sapphire grabbed him by his hair and lifted Anton to his feet, his skinny knees buckling, and dragged him around the ring before tossing him to the dirt. Laughing she stepped on his balls with her boot, making him scream like a little girl. Sapphire flexed her muscles showing off her superioity. What happened next was a show of raw power when the female victor bent down and smothered his face with her pussy.