Chapter 13 - Party Etiquette and Punishment
Both the blonde slave and I were dragged into the large family room area. We both laid in the center of the room that was dimly lit. I could see there was around fifty black men and women in the room and hallway and kitchen area and about two-thirds were men. It was a younger crowd of mostly twenty-somethings and they were grooving to hop-hop music that a DJ in the corner was playing. They all had plastic solo cups and were laughing and talking. The human toilet boy was also in the room on all fours.
Master was towering over us and He looked at the DJ and made a cut jesture and the music stopped. Everyone stopped talking and looked to my Master. He said "everyone, I know some of you have attended my parties before. But most of you have not and many of you are first timers. You may have heard a lot about me and my parties before. It is true I am a slave owner to white bitches like these three I own before you. I know many of you have had run ins with racist white cops or teachers or judges or just ignorant crackers. Well I have decided that part of my mission in life is to make privileged white people to be my slaves as reparation for all of our collective experience with racism and for the terrible things they did to our ancestors."
He paused for effect and then went on "we have here tonight piss boy who is a Chicago cop, what is better punishment for the most racist police department than to turn one of Chicago's finest into a urinal." The crowd applauded and yelled out a series of slurs about cops and whites. He pointed to the blonde slave and said "this pwc bitch slave is a med-student but has become a slave to Superior black cock and all her holes are open to all of you all night. Pwc stands for prissy white cunt in case you wanted to know, but she will answer to anything. I have had over 200 black men fuck her in the last 6 months and her servitude is over once she hits 1,000. So if you haven't fucked her before and you do please let me know so I can update her count. And you fine Black ladies don't worry she will lick your asses and pussies too if you want. She is an equal opportunity cunt slave. I also have a tattoo artist here today and he is going to put a permanent symbol of her service to black cock by her pussy - the queen of spades - which she is now, right bitch?" She said "yes Master" quietly and looked like she might cry at the thought of being permanently marked.
He continued pointing to me "this cumslut slave is My newest addition to my stable and is an attorney who thinks he is better than all of you, look at his sissy outfit. I want you all to spit, piss, cum and even shit on him to show that he is the lowest form of life and is subhuman. He needs to really learn who his superiors are and we will start now by punishing him in front of you all. He was foolish enough to talk to the pwc slut in the other room just a few minutes ago and think that I would not find out. That is the typical arrogance that these inferior white sissy faggots have to have beaten out of it. I am going to whip him like his ancestors did to our ancestors. This is both punishment and reparation. Will, please wheel the St. Andrew's Cross over here for all to see."
One of the big bodyguards in leather coats wheeled the cross over and Master said "fasten this worthless white piece of shit to the cross." Will pulled me over and my legs were shaking from fear and I pissed myself a little even from fear. He strapped my hands and ankles face first and I was facing the cross in an X like position. I could not move more than an inch in any direction.
The room was silent and my Master picked up a whip from what I could see peripherally. He cleared the people out of His way and cracked the whip in the air and I almost passed out from fear. He said "15 lashes for your insubordination slave. These will leave permanent scars as an added bonus - I warned you to not disobey my rules. Now you have to face the consequences." He then raised the whip and struck my back and the sharpest pain I have ever felt engulfed my body. I felt blood trickling down my back. He counted each stroke. The pain was like intense white lightening and I passed out from the pain at around number eight. Patricia woke me with smelling salts and looked at me with pity. I fell into what people called sub-space for the last 7 and it was like I was watching it happen to someone else. After He was finished with my bearing, Master told Patricia to get a towel to wipe off the blood from the whip and my bloody back. I was in a state of semi-shock. They let off the cross and I collapsed to the ground in a heap.
Master then said "everyone enjoy tonight and please use these inferior white slaves as they were meant to be used - hard and ruthlessly. If any of you ever want to rent them out for an party or an evening of fun, let Patricia know" as He pointed at her. The DJ blasted some ghetto gangster hip hop and the partygoers cheered. I knew I was in for the longest night of my life.