Message-ID: <14630eli$9808222242@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: lebny@hotmail.com Subject: (lebny) Maid to Serve Sri Lankans 2/2 (femdom, inter, humil, n/c) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.femdom Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6rjk62$uu$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Martin rose and dressed Patma, again stimulating her with his mouth and hands as he did so. Once finished he reached for his own clothes but Patma stopped him. "No clothes. Damika want slut naked for customers to see." She opened the door and the returned to the living room. Damika sat there on the sofa. Beside her sat a lean, sari-clad Sri Lankan in her late 20's or early 30's. Her skin was darker than usual and her features were hard and severe. She looked at Martin with bitterness in her eyes and sneered. As Patma took her seat and excitedly related her experiences to Damika the dark lady stood up and strode angrily over to Martin. She was tall, a good head taller than him, and she looked down haughtily at him. "Spread your legs bitch!" she snapped. Martin complied and she grabbed his balls with a strong grasp causing him to wince and his knees to buckle. "Call this a cock bitch?" she sneered "I've seen bigger on little boy's" Her finger stabbed suddenly into his asshole causing him to cry out and look pleadingly towards Damika and Patma. Neither looked up. "Tight hole. Surprising. I thought a whore like you would have spread for plenty of men." The dark lady completed her examination of the white meat by checking his teeth then turned to Damika. "50 cents for the bitch. He's worth only half that." Damika nodded her agreement, the dark lady tossed her a coin and Martin was dragged by the ear to the bedroom which was again locked. The dark lady lost no time in removing her sari to reveal her lean frame with her tight ass, small, barely perceptible breasts, her pussy with the same short, rough, wiry hair that topped her head and her muscular limbs. Martin noticed also the bruises and scars that laced her body. "So bitch, do you find me attractive? Do you want me?" "Yes Madam." Martin said eagerly "Very much." A faint smile played on the lady's thin lips then suddenly her fist smashed into Martin's stomach. With a cry of pain he fell to the floor clutching his stomach. "You lying white bastard." snarled the lady, kicking him as he lay at her feet. "I know what you're thinking, that I'm an ugly black whore good enough for a quick fuck if there are no white women around but whose proper place is as your slave." "Madam I am the only whore here." Martin said hoarsely, choking back the tears "I want only to serve you." The dark lady grabbed his hair and almost threw him onto the bed. "All right you fucking white bitch, let' s see if you can serve me!" She opened a drawer in a dresser and took out some scarves which she then used to bind Martin to the bedframe, his arms and legs spreadeagled. "Now bitch you really do belong to me!" she said menacingly as she sat herself on his chest "I feel like playing. How about a slapping game. I slap you cry!" With those words she slapped Martin hard across his right cheek. As his head turned she slapped his left cheek equally hard, then slapped his right cheek again. And so it continued until at last, his cheeks red and on fire, Martin beg to cry and begged her t stop. "Don't like this game huh bitch?" the lady asked with mock sympathy "How about the nipple game then?" She grasped each of his nipples in her strong fingers and twisted as hard as she could. Martin screamed in agony, his tears flooding down and the lady laughed harshly. "Poor little bitch, you need a treat. Here, lick my ass you piece of white trash!" So saying, she sat ass first on his face, almost suffocating him. His tongue darted up, entered her asshole and still with tears in his eyes he proceeded to tongue clean his cruel Mistress. She raise her ass briefly to allow hi to swallow air then squatted on his face again this time with her cunt, grinding mercilessly against him, her wiry hair rubbing roughly against his face as he sought desperately to bring her to climax with his tongue before he passed out. When she did cum his reward was to be allowed a few moments of oxygen before the process started again. After her second climax she stood up. "Enjoying yourself bitch?" she asked, looking down at her captive "Yes Madam." replied Martin and received a sharp kick to his side for his trouble. "Wrong answer bitch! I'm the only one allowed to enjoy myself here!" The dark lady walked down the length of the bed until she straddled his erect cock. "Still got some milk in your little white maggot, huh? Well I'm going to allow you the privilege of giving that milk to me. What do you say bitch?" "Thank you kind Madam." whispered Martin by now thoroughly terrified of this she- devil. She laughed mockingly and mounted his cock. She rode it as roughly and mercilessly as she had rode his face, slapping and squeezing his balls, twisting his nipples, slapping his face, pulling his hair, finger fucking his ass and scratching his body. Throughout his ordeal, his cock trapped in her extremely strong vaginal muscles, Martin was forced to endure her taunts about his lack of physical prowess and to thank her for the pain she inflicted upon him. After she had cum the dark lady lifted herself off him and then proceeded to masturbate him with her fingers until he came on her hand. She then smeared the cum on her breasts then forced Martin to lick both hand and breasts clean and to swallow all his own cum. After this final humiliation she again posed the question she had asked earlier. "Enjoying yourself bitch?" "No Madam." the battered Martin replied truthfully The dark lady smiled. "I'm so glad. Tell me bitch, what does it feel like to be abused at will by maids, women who are your social inferiors?" "Degrading and humiliating." "As it is for me every day of my life, an educated woman at the mercy of uneducated trash who think that because they have more money and a white skin that they can treat me like a slave and use me as their punchbag or whore however the mood takes them. You have seen the scars and bruises o my body? White scum like you gave them to me, my employers no less." "I am sorry." said Martin earning another angry slap on his face "I don't want you to be sorry I want you to pay! I wish I could make every white bastard pay, teach hem all how to serve women like me. But for now I guess you'll have to do." She untied Martin and stood up. "I need to piss. Take me to the bathroom asslicker and remember to crawl!" She unlocked the door and Martin crawled out into the corridor leading her to the bathroom. On the way he glanced into the living room and froze in horror. Damika sat naked on the sofa, a naked man, a handsome young Sri Lankan, beside her. They were laughing together, his arm draped over her shoulder as he squeezed her left breast. She really had a lover! Physically beaten, Martin now felt the depths of emotional pain as well. The dark lady's foot connected with his balls causing him to cry out. " I said crawl bitch!" she snarled. Martin saw Damika and her lover point at him and laugh and the tears flowed one more as he crawled dejectedly to the bathroom. "Into the bath and lie down on your back." ordered the dark lady. Martin obeyed and the dark lady entered the bath, straddling over him. "Now bitch you will see what Madam Chandrika thinks of you and all your race." she sneered looking down at him in triumph. She squatted slightly an a stream of hot piss hit Martin square in the face. He swallowed some and as he coughed and spluttered he felt more piss landing over the length of his body. "Asslicker and Pissdrinker, a real piece of white trash." smiled Chandrika stepping out of the bath."Wash yourself with it bitch, rub my superior Sri Lankan piss all over your stinking white body. It can only make it smell better!" She laughed long and loud as her sobbing slut wiped himself all over in her piss then without a word she leaned over him, spat him full in the face and left the wretched white bitch alone in the bathroom. He was not alone for long , however. Hearing the sound of stifled giggles he looked up through tearfilled eyes and saw the grinning faces of Damika and her lover looking down at him. "It seems your whore enjoys bathing in Sri Lankan piss." said her lover in educated tones "I suppose it is the superior variety." "Give him some your piss Dayan honey." suggested Damika "Your piss really superior." "Why not." smiled Dayan lifting up his large cock "I've always believed whites were made for us to be pissed on and I've already put that into practice. Sometimes I make them drink it too." "You mean..." Dayan nodded before Damika could finish her question and released a fierce stream of hot piss all over the cringing white slut in the bath tub. Once more Martin rubbed piss all over his body. The sight of him weeping as he did so excited Damika beyond measure. "Wait for me in living room." she whispered rubbing Dayan's cock and kissing him gently on the cheek "I come soon." Once Dayan had gone she turned on the cold shower. "Wash now whore then come living room. Master want see how good whore you!" She left the broken Martin to wash and returned to the living room where Dayan sat sprawled on the sofa, legs apart. His huge cock was rampant again and Damika stared at it in undisguised lust. She knelt and kissed the bulbous tip in adoration then clambered onto his lap where he repaid the compliment by suckling on her delicious breasts before their tongues locked in a passionate kiss. They were still kissing when Martin crawled into the room. The sight of his Mistress enjoying such pleasure with her lover caused him to sink yet deeper into depression and tears welled again in his eyes. Seeing him Damika stood up and sauntered over to him, deliberately swaying her boy to drive both men to distraction. She reached Martin and sat down on his back as if he were a horse so he could feel her but not see her. "Tell me whore what you think about Master? He handsome?" Martin looked at the arrogant youth sprawled before him, the first time he had looked at him properly and he realised with a sinking heart that he had never seen a more handsome man. His body was fit and muscular without a trace of fat, his skin was a beautiful brown that shone all the more because it was hairless, his features were fine and delicate and as for his cock! Only one word could describe it - magnificent! It was so big, the biggest Martin had ever seen Although he had never once experienced any homosexual stirrings in his life he could not help staring at this mighty weapon in awe, a fact both Damika and Dayan noticed. "You like Master's cock, huh?" asked Damika "You want suck, yes?" "N..n..no!" stammered Martin, his feelings confused. Dayan laughed and tossed a dollar bill to Damika. She snatched it and showed it to Martin. "See whore, Master buy you. He want whore suck cock now. Suck Master whore. Suck Master good!" Martin tried to speak, to protest, to tell them he was not gay, that he had never in his life sucked cock but his desire to serve Damika, his desire to taste that huge cock was to strong. Damika urged her pony forward until his lips rested against Dayan's cock. He kissed the tip and balls as if paying an act of homage then licked the long brown shaft before taking it in his mouth and beginning to suck. He sucked slowly at first, his mouth alternating between cock and balls before Dayan's strong, masterful hands forced his head to remain on his cock, forced him to take ever more of the shaft into his mouth till he was almost choking, forced him to suck faster and faster, harder and harder until he could taste the pre-cum in his mouth. Then Dayan pushed him away and Damika sat atop his lap and impaled herself on the giant rod. As the two Sri Lankans made wild passionate love Martin looked on in awe. To him it seemed like the coupling of a God and Goddess of remarkable beauty. All feelings of jealousy towards Dayan were gone. Now he realised that it was only right that a superior being like Damika should seek out a lover from her own caste. How privileged he was to be able to serve them both. Once the lovemaking session was over Damika and Dayan separated and she gestured to Martin. "My pussy full Master's cum, his cock covered my cum. Now you clean. Eat cum from both!" Martin was overjoyed. He had been disappointed not to be allowed to swallow Dayan's cum after sucking him earlier and now he was to swallow cum from them both. What an honour! He moved towards them but Dayan motioned him to pause. "Before you begin you should meet your fellow slut who'll be helping you clean. She's a white whore like yourself whom I'm giving to Damika as a present. I'm sure she has big plans for her." He clapped his hands three times and a blonde white woman, naked save for the collar round her neck and the large rings through her nipples crawled into the room. With a start Martin recognised her. It was Susan! "Introduce yourself to your new owner and your fellow whore." ordered Dayan. Susan did not look up. "My name Slut Susie. I slut for all Sri Lankan people. I be good slave, good slut for Madam. If I no good please punish." Martin looked up in amazement at Damika who smiled broadly. This was the day she had waited for for so long, the main reason she had pursued and seduced Dayan so relentlessly. (His beautiul body and cock were another reason but no matter how well- endowe he was he could not give her the level of pleasure she experienced dominating Martin) Now both her former bosses were her slavesluts. What a wonderful day this was! "Come whore! Come little white slut! Clean Madam!" Obediently both the white man and the white woman crawled to their brown Mistress and began to lap up the mingled juices of her and Master Dayan from her pussy. As they did so Dayan explained to Martin how Susan had long had a gambling problem, how she had fallen deep into debt with local gangsters who had threatened her life, how he the son of the Sri Lankan Ambassador had bought the debt and with it her, how he had told her she must work off the debt through sexual service to him, how she had become so enamoured of her new life that she now wished for no other, how he and Damika had become lovers and as a token of his desire for her he had made her a present of Susan and her debt. Now she would work it off as Damika's whore. "Yes you good asslickers, pissdrinkers, cumeaters." concurred Damika, stroking the heads of her two white bitches "You going to please plenty Sri Lankan people here. I got plenty friends want white whore. Like Chandrika. Sure she going to be very special friend for Slut Susie! Maybe later I take you Sri Lanka, put you in special house for whores. White whore make plenty money for me! Yes we going to have plenty fun whities!" -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----