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The villagers gathered in a circle as the shiny white Mercedes rolled slowly
into the village square. They were all there, young and old, men and women,
adults and children. All had gathered to see the arrival of the village's two
richest offspring and their white slave. Some of the inhabitants were old
enough to remember the Raj. They could scarcely believe that peasants like
themselves could now own white men. The younger generation, brought up on
western dominated TV shows scarcely found it more credible. Yet when the car
stopped a white man did indeed climb out of the driver's seat. He was naked
except for a white loincloth and his pale skin shone in the sign. The
villagers watched in silent amazement as he opened the rear passenger door
then knelt down in the mud to let the occupants, his owners, step out over
his back. Miss Anu came first resplendent in an expensive silk sari followed
by Master Sampaat in an equally costly designer suit. As he stepped out he
pressed his foot down on the neck of his slave and twisted his face into the
mud. A cheer went up from the crowd at this proof of his mastery and he
smiled arrogantly.
Dog, ever eager to please his owners, tried his best to ignore the jeers and
taunts that were now directed at him. Instead he wiped the mud from his face
and hurriedly opened the car boot. Then he crouched down in the mud on all
fours, head bowed. Master Sampat produced a wad of rupees and held them
aloft.
"I need two men to load my donkey." he announced.
Two youths stepped forward, received some whispered instructions, and began
unloading suitcases from the boot. These they placed on Dog's back before
lashing them tightly into place with elasticated cords. There were 5
suitcases , each one fully packed, and they placed an enormous strain on Dog's
back but he knew he must bear the load or be punished cruelly by his Master.
"Come Donkey!" ordered Miss Anu with a deceptively sweet smile as she and her
brother began walking slowly towards their family home which lay at the other
end of the village.
"She said move donkey!" snapped one of the youths and swatted Dog's ass with
a nearby branch.
Dog flinched but started to crawl after his owners. His load was heavy and he
could crawl only slowly, each step made more painful by the taunts and
insults thrown at him by the crowd of children and youths who now danced
around him.
"Donkey! Donkey! White Donkey!" they chanted "Bray for us stupid donkey!"
Tears in his eyes Dog did his best, rather feeble, impression of braying
causing all his tormentors to roar with laughter.
He often had to pause to steady his load or catch his breath and whenever he
did so his ass was struck by those behind him. Worse was to come however. One
of the bolder teenage girls managed to loosen his loincloth, then with a
sudden flick of her wrist pulled it from him. Now a new cry began.
"Little cock! Little cock! Donkey's got a little cock!"
With a sinking feeling Dog realised that this would be his new name for as
long as he stayed in the village.
At last Little Cock reached his owners' home and the youths took down his
burden. scacely pausing for breath he kowtowed before his owners and awaited
his new instructions. Mistress Anu showed him where the suitcases were to go
and he took them to the assigned rooms and carefully unpacked them. Of course
nothing in the suitcases belonged to him. Slaves had no need of possessions.
Returning to the living room he was introduced to the residents of the house.
Miss Meena, Miss Anu's aunt, a buxom matron of some 40 years of age recently
widowed, Master Dayan, a handsome 22 year old youth and Miss chandrika, a
dark, pretty girl already a widow at 17 years of age, her husband having been
shot by dacoits. Little Cock kissed each of their feet in turn, much to their
amusemeny and excitement, and swore to be their faithful slaveboy always.
"Now children show Little Cock to his quarters." said Miss Meena.
Little Cock crawled hurriedly behind his new masters as they led him out
across a muddy yard at the rear of the house and and into an outhouse that
was contained chickens, horses and other farm animals. Miss Chandrika pointed
to an open stall.
"Inside animal!" she ordered Despite her youth her voice was as commanding as
Miss Anu's and Little Cock knew instinctively she had the same cruel
temperament. He did not hesitate to obey.
There was a post in the stall with a collar and chain attached. This collar
was tied around Litle Cock's neck and the stall door closed.
"You'll wait here till we need you animal!" said Miss Chandrika and then
Little Cock was left alone on his bed of filthy straw. worn out by his
exertions he soon fell asleep.
He was awoken by a sharp kick to his ribs. It was dark except for a lamp
shining directly in his face, causing him to flinch.
"On your feet animal!" barked Master Dayan and Little Cock stumbled upward.
At once Master Dayan grabbed his cock and balls and squeezed them hard almost
causing him to double up.
"Tell us what these are animal." ordered his Master
Blinking Little Cock saw he was surrounded by at least 6 youths of the same
age as his Master, all clad only in loincloths and looking at the slave with
barely disguised contempt.
"Those are my cock and balls." Little Cock said humbly.
The youths laughed. "That is no cock." sneered Master Dayan "It is a maggot,
a little white maggot" Again the youths roared with laughter.
"This" continued Master Dayan tearing off his loincloth "is a cock. What is
it animal?"
Little Cock looked at the magnificent specimen of manhood in front of him and
wept silent tears of jealousy.
"It is the cock of a God Master." he said respectfully.
"Do you wish you had a cock like this?" demanded Master Dayan.
"I am not worthy. Only Indian Gods can possess such cocks." said Little Cock
Master Dayan laughed and seized the frightened slave by his hair pulling him
towards his cock. "Cousin Sampat says your a very good cocksucker, a proper
little bitchboy. Would you like to suck my cock animal?"
"If you think I am worthy Master."
"White trash!" sneered Master Dayan "You're only worthy to lick my ass! Now
do it!" With those words he turned and presented his hairy brown ass to Little
Cock's face. As he had done for so many others Little Cock proceeded to
tongue clean him.
"Thank you for the honour of being allowed to lick your ass Master." said
Little Cock when he had done.
"Miserable animal." said Master Dayan "My ass is too good for you! Now lick
all my friends!"
Only when all had been asslicked was Little Cock left alne again to weep and
contemplate this latest humiliation. A light brushing on his hair raised him
from his tears.
"Poor little animal." smiled Miss Chandrika, gently stroking his hair with
her hand. "Were those nasty boys cruel to you? Here eat this. You'll feel
better."
She held out her hand and Little Cock eagerly licked up the sugar it
contained.
"There, sugar for my little donkey boy. You like sugar don't you animal?"
Little Cock nodded his head dumbly
"And you want to please me and Raja don't you animal?" she continued in the
same sweet tone, gesturing towards the large dog that growled ominously
behind her.
"Yes Miss." said Little Cock, charmed by her kindness and not trying to
understand her words.
"Good animal." smiled Miss Chandrika patting him on the head "Be good to us
and we'll be good to you. All you have to do is make us happy!"
With those words she left him alone to sleep contentedly at last.
In the morning Little Cock was ordered to the house for domestic duties
pleasing Miss Meena greatly with the efficiency with which he cooked, cleaned
and washed. Her nephew and niece had taught him well. She was even more
pleased by his performance in the bedroom. Never had her pussy and breasts
been so devotedly worshipped. he was an expert with his tongue and Little
Cock or no it satisfied all her pent up lusts. Truly a prize slave. As for
Little Cock he was in heaven. Miss Meena's body reminded him so much of his
Goddess Miss Pushpa with its voluptuous curves.
After breakfast Miss Anu and Miss Sampat announced they would ride out into
the countryside in their trap. Little Cock looked forward to accompanying
them and being driven along by a powerful horse but to his horror he found
there was no horse attached to the trap.
Miss Anu laughed at the shocked realisation slowly dawning on his face.
"Of course we don't have a horse! We have our very own donkey don't we!"
Thus it was that the trap and the reins were attached to Little Cock and he
was forced at the end of a whip to pull his owners out into the countryside,
once again being forced to run the cruel gauntlet of youths and children.
Once in the country his owners relaxed on the open grass and indulged in a
picnic. There was no rest for Little Cock however. He was dispatched to the
fields to work as a coolie for the harvesters who took pleasure in
overburdening and beating their white bearer.
As evening fell he became a pony boy once more, pulling his owners home
before collapsing exhausted in the straw. A bucket of cold water in his face
revived him soon after and he found himself lying under his familiar blonde
wig and translucent sari. With a heavy heart he transformed himself into Bitch
and made his way to the house where he entertained his Masters and their
neighbours with a selection of lewd dances. With some trepidation he noticed
Master Dayan eyeing him hungrily, his hand never far from his stiff cock. He
was afraid of what he would eventually have to do for tht arrogant young man
and his friends. At least though he had a sympathetic ally in Miss Chandrika
who smiled at him sweetly all evening as she stroked Raja's powerful back.
Late that night after all the guests had left, Little Cock was back in his
stall and the other inhabitants of the house were asleep, Miss Chandrika
stole out to the outhouse, Raja trotting beside her. In her hand she carried a
small jar of ointment. Little Cock, exhausted was asleep but she woke him with
a gentle squeeze of his maggot cock.
"Open your eyes animal." she whispered rubbing her hands with the oinment
"Time to please us like you promised!"
Little Cock, still dressed as Bitch, felt her cold hands under his sari,
smearing his ass cheeks with the ointment. He flinched with pleasure as
her fingers lubricated his asshole too. How kind she was to please her slave
like this!
"Do you know what this ointment is bitch?" asked Miss Chandrika
"No Miss but I am sure it is something nice. You are very kind to give it to
your animal."
"Yes I am." smiled Miss Chandrika "This is bitch ointment. It has the scent
of bitch. I am making you a real bitch.You want that don't you?"
"I am honoured to be your bitch." Little Cock said with feeling
"Not my bitch silly." laughed the girl "Raja's bitch!"
little Cock heard her words with something akin to pure horror as the large
dog drew menacingly closer and began sniffing at his ass. He could smell a
bitch in heat and his big dog cock was growing harder every second.
"Please no!" whimpered Little Cock but Miss Chandrika had no mercy in her
heart.
"Raja is such a good dog. He deserves a good bitch to be his personal slave,
to feed him, clean him and make sure he is satisfied. Anu told me you were
the best bitch ever and she told me what to do to make Raja like you. She is
so clever!"
Little Cock did not hear her words. He felt only pain and, strangely, some
pleasure as Raja leapt upon his back and impaled his ass with his cock. He
knew there was no escape. Raja held him firmly in his powerful paws and the
mouth now nuzzling his neck could easily snap it in two with a single bite.
"Bark bitch bark for Master Raja! Show him how happy you are!" ordered his
cruel young Mistress and Little Cock obliged, despite the tears rolling dow
his cheeks.
Miss Chandrika clapped her hands happily as did another hitherto invisible
spectator - Miss Anu. Her hand was in her pussy stroking her rapidly to
climax, as she grew excited beyond measure by this latest degradation of her
white slut.
When after what seemed an eternity to Little Cock, Raja finally spent his load
he was released from his powerful grasp and fell sobbing loudly onto the
straw. Still his torment did not end.
"Now you are Master Raja's slave bitch." said Miss Chandrika "You belong to
him now and he'll spend every night with you!"
As Little Cock slowly processed this horrifying news, Master Raja lifted his
leg and pissed directly in his bitches face causing the two young girls to
squeal excitedly with laughter. Lttle Cock felt that surely he was now in
hell.
***************
After a sleepless night during which Master Raja took his white whore bitch a
further three times, each time leaving him broken and sobbing in a pool of his
piss, his sari torn to shreds, Little Cock was finally released from his
torment by Master Dayan. The youth untied the chain from its post and looked
contemptuously down at the white creature cowering at his feet.
"Crawl bitch!" he ordered, pulling on the chain so that the collar choked
Little Cock. "And let me see your whore ass sway!"
Little Cock crawled across the yard as ordered, wiggling his ass in a
pathetic attempt at sensuality. Walking behind him but still holding the
chain, Master Dayan interspersed cruel insults with sharp kicks to the white
ass in front of him. At the end of the yard he jerked the chain and they
stopped in front of a plastic curtain. Beside the curtain was a standpipe with
a hose attached. Master Dayan turned the tap and a powerful jet of ice cold
water exploed from the hose. He tossed a bar of soap to the white dogboy.
"Strip animal. Time to wash!"
Little Cock tore of his clothes and slipped and staggered to his feet, his
body trembling from the shock of the cold water as his Master turned the hose
on him. Still he felt only gratitude towards him as he washed the dog piss and
cum from his body. Master was so kind!
But when he had finished washing he did not turn off the hose. Instead he
turned it on the white slave's cock causing it to shrivel. There was a cruel
glint in his eye as he spoke
"Wank for me slut! Let me see my bitch cum!"
Little Cock looked at him disbelievingly, a silent plea in his eyes. Master
Dayan smiled with understanding.
"Too cold? I don't think so! Whores can cum anywhere, anytime for anyone.and
you are a whore! A cheap white whore ! Now jerk off for your Master or you'll
feel my anger!"
Afraid, Little Cock put his hand on his shrivelled cock and started jerking..
At that same moment Master Dayan pulled a cord, the curtain fell and Little
Cock stood exposed to the street. A small group of teenagers of both sexes
stood there, gesturing, whispering and laughing. They had heard all Master
Dayan's words and now they could see the spectacle promised by the sign beside
them "Come See the White Animal Wank!"
"See how small whites are?" said a youth to his girlfriend "Aren't you glad
you chose a man like me?"
"Mmmm " she agreed "Only Indians are real men."
"He's so tiny!" laughed another girl disbelievingly "My little brother's
bigger than him!"
Little Cock heard their comments, saw their mocking faces and felt again the
hot tears of shame on his face. But he also felt a heat in his cock that grew
harder ever so slowly until finally he came, albeit in a pathetic dribble to
the mock applause of the spectators. Master Dayan smiled broadly. Now he knew
he owned a real whore, one who would do anything to please him. He felt his
own cock swell with the knowledge, Who would ever have believed that one day a
poor peasant like him would have the chance to own his own white slave.
He dismissed the crowd and then ordered his slut to follow him inside to his
bedroom. Once there he disrobed revealing his young, taut muscular body. He
sprawled across his bed and held out his massive cock towards Little Cock.
"Come here you cocksucking dogwhore. Come worship your God!"
Little Cock looked at the huge cock in front of him and swallowed hard. His
mouth was dry and he was in a cold sweat. Despite his long and varied
experience of cocksucking at the hands of Master Sampat and his friends he had
always felt the act repulsive. He was a confirmed heterosexual but there was
something about the youth's big brown cock that stirred a longing in his own
loins. Truly this young man was a God! Truly he had to be worshipped! How
lucky he was to have this chance! How kind his Master was!
Crawling atop the bed he kissed the thick tip of the giant cock, ran his
tongue slowly down the long shaft, fondled and suckled the big balls and
finally took it inside his mouth, marvelling it fitted inside. Master Dayan
seized the whore's head and roughly rammed his cock into it. He facefucked him
hard, much harder than Master Sampat ever had, and laughed delightedly every
time his bitchboy choked or gagged. What power he felt and what pleasure that
power gave him.
At last, his cock thick, tall and hard as steel he pushed his slut away and
gestured towards the young woman who stood naked by the doorway, her slim dark
body glistening with sweat as she excitedly fingered herself to orgasm at the
sight of the white whore pleasuring his young God, her small breasts with
their large nipples harder than she had ever known them, her long black hair
flung across her face and shoulders with abandon.
As Mistress Anu walked slowly towards them Little Cock stared at her in awe.
She was so beautiful, as beautiful as only a Goddess could be. And again he
felt shame, shame for the perverse, unnatural life he had once led when, as
incredible as it now seemed, Mistress Anu had been his servant. He wept with
disgust at his previous beliefs, that Indian women were ugly pieces of black
coal to be used , abused, fucked for relief and then casually to tossed aside
like pieces of trash. How lucky he was that Mistress Pushpa had led him to the
light of truth, had shown him that he was the trash, white trash and that
Indians were his superiors in every way.
Ascending the bed Mistress Anu smiled broadly. She had long coveted her stud
of a cousin but their families had forbidden it. Now all the others had left
home on an outing and at last she could have the man she desired so much. She
mounted him as she had so often mounted Little Cock and rode him the same way,
commandingly and roughly. Whichever man's bed she was in Mistress Anu was
always in control.
As God and Goddess made passionate love they were assisted by their loyal
slave, eagerly kissing, licking and fondling Mistress' breasts, Masters
nipples and balls and of course their tight asses. He longed to please him and
pleased they were. So pleased in fact that once mistress Anu had taken her
fill of Master Dayan she lay back on the bed, opened her legs and let him
clean her pussy with his tongue, drinking his Master's spent cum as if it were
nectar.
Little Cock had never been happier and he was still lost in this happiness
when, towards evening, as he walked home from a hard afternoon working in the
fields he accidentally knocked into a peasant woman
and caused her to drop her bundle into a ditch.
"You stupid white pig!" the woman screamed in a rage "you'll pay for that."
The two women who accompanied her, one large and the other young and slim but
strong seized him by the arms. The first woman, thin and middle aged stepped
forward, her first curled and slammed it into his balls.
A white flash of pain seared across Little Cocks eyes as he screamed in pain.
His legs buckled and he would have fallen had not the two women continued to
hold him up. The furious woman he had insulted by his careless action rained
blows on his face and body with a small but strong fist as she screamed abuse
at him.
At last the women grew tired of holding him and he was dropped to the ground
where he shivered and groaned at their feet, bruised battered and broken. The
sight amused them greatly and warmed their pussies. Their feelings of lust and
power grew even stronger as the white pig crawled to each of them in turn and
kissed their weather-hardened feet while begging their forgiveness. They began
to forget their desire to punish him and to realise that he might serve an
altogether more pleasurable purpose.
Sitting on a rock, the thin woman lifted her sari, removed her undergarments
and gestured to her pussy.
"Lick me pig!" she snarled
She was an ugly woman, her skin narled and her pussy rank and unwashed but
Little Cock knew his place. She was an Indian and therefore his superior. He
had no right to question her orders. He knelt, applied his tongue and licked
her till she came, noisily, in his face.
Excited by the sight the other two women ripped off his loincloth and threw
him naked onto the ground. A quarrel ensued but finally it was agreed that the
younger woman would take his cock while his mouth would belong to the large
lady.
The young lady was simple in her demands, sitting atop his cock and using it
to fuck herself. The large lady was more interested in making him suffer
first. She sat on his face, her front towards her enthusiastically fucking
friend, and smothered him with her huge smelly ass ass, almost suffocating
him.
"Clean it pig!" she snapped and his tongue disappeared up her hole, tasting
that which smelled so overpowering.
At last when he felt close to passing out, the younger woman complained that
her friend was spoiling the rigidity of the slave's cock. The large lady
relented and stood up. Little Cock breathed long and deep. Fresh air had never
felt so good! The large lady knelt over him and lowered her pussy over his
face. His tongue entered her eagerly. How sweet she tasted after her ass.
He had already cum by then but expert bony hands were already working on his
cock and the thin woman was able to have her fill of white cock too before her
large friend declared herself sated.
The women walked merrily home leaving their victim lying by the side of the
rode too beaten and exhausted to rise at once. Finally after almost an hour
Little Cock staggered to his feet, put on his loincloth and began the long
walk home. After only a mile he heard the clatter of hooves behind him. He
turned and as he did so a rifle butt struck his head plunging him into
unconsciousnes. He was scooped up from the road, thrown over the back of a
horse and taken away into the night, a gift from the dacoits to their chief
Ranjee, Queen of the Mountains.
****************
Please let me know if it's worth continuing with this story. Does anyone like
it? I'd particularly like to hear the views of Indians/South Asians and all
women!
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