( MF+ Fdom slavery nc interr feet) 


	"SOLD"

	CHAPTER 7

   In front of a big panorama-window, overlooking the perfectly trimmed
lawn sorrounding the mansion, Magdalena hung up the phone. She watched her
grandiose property with a faint smile on her face. It had cost her a large
part of her inherited fortune, and was still costing her plenty in bribes
to the authorities and the local police. Not to mention her well-paid staff
of thirty-seven unscrupulous amazons, most of whom she had picked up from
the streets. They were all prepared to kill or to die for her. Some of them
were even prepared to cook and to mow the lawn, when not serving as
ruthless soldiers in her private militia, she thought with a crooked smile.
   She slapped the young man standing on his knees in front of her. Not for
any particular reason, just because she felt like it. She put her naked
foot in his face, and felt the gentle touch of his soft lips against its
sole. Then, without any warning, she pushed him over, and watched him land
on his back beside the desk. He didn´t even try to get up. Miserable and
powerless he just laid there, waiting for her next move. She put one foot
on his chest and the other in his face, sensing the wonderful power as he
moaned under the weight of her 205 pounds. The young man was outweighed by
at least 40-45 pounds, and had a really rough time under her fully grown
body. She started to caress her mighty bosom with both hands, and gave the
poor boy directions:
   "Lick me, you worthless dog!" This was the part she enjoyed the most;
seeing his agonized face as he let out his tongue to please her. She
changed position, put her left foot over his mouth, leaving most of her
weight on the right leg. He began to work on the leathery skin under the
foot with his soft tongue. The warm, tickling sensation spread, worked its
way upwards, moistened her. Still with a perfect balance, she started
stroking her own cunt with a mature woman´s skill.
   "That´s right, lick it clean! I want my feet to shine like polished
steel when you´re done." She ran her middle finger in quick circles around
the hard clit. This was going to be a fast one. She had serious business to
take care of. As she closed in on the the Big one, she put more and more
weight on the left foot, until he roared in pain. The same time she went
over the edge, and let the Big wave sweep her away. For a moment she
thought that her heart was going to explode... 

   Being the widow of one of the country´s most powerful generals,
Magdalena understood the importance of leading her subjects with a firm
hand. She didn´t believe in democracy. She believed that 99 % of the
world´s population needed and, in their hearts, desired to be led by men or
women who possessed the quality and strength to rule other people´s lives. 
   Magdalena had just spoken to one of the guards at the checkpoint closest
to the mansion. They were bringing him in. This was by far the proudest
moment of her new life.
   It was all in the news. Not only in Brazil, but world-wide. The police
didn´t have a clue. Of course not! They had been paid to look the other
way. Running around like imbeciles, they were looking in all the wrong
places, sent there by their corrupt superiors. In only a few minutes, he
would be in her hands.
   Her Majesty should arrive in about an hour, in her private airplane.
There would be a car waiting for her at the landing-strip. 


   He woke up with a splitting headache, tied to his hands and feet, facing
the floor of a moving vehicle. His head and body suffered from the weight
of he heavy boots pressing him down. He was unable to see anything of his
kidnappers, except for a dirty sole of the boot leaning against the side of
his face. Not a single word was spoken during the ride. Many things went
through his head. Would they kill him? Torture him? And who were they? 
   One thing he knew for sure; given half a chance, he would take as many
of them as possible with him, to hell or wherever. He didn´t fear no one or
nothing in this world. They should pay the price for what they had done to
Stewart and Hans.


   The jeep-ride from the landing-strip at the edge of the jungle was hot,
extremely humid and anything but comfortable. Hardly worty a woman of her
dignity, but then... she had a good reason to put up with the efforts. She
hadn´t been this thrilled in years. At last, her dream would come true. The
dream that had been haunting and terrorizing her ever since she saw his
face for the first time on the TV-screen in that documentary. Soon, very
soon, it would come alive.
   Queen Mayinka, the undisputed ruler of one of the smallest and
wealthiest countries in Africa, looked at her spoilt and fretful daughter,
Nayeela. As it turned out, this was also going to be a birthday gift to
her, since she turned 15 the day after tomorrow. The young girl took off
the headphones and let the expensive Walkman fall to the seat. 
   It had been a long journey and she hated being trapped in that miniature
airplane, thousands of feet above the ground. She used to refer to it as
"the flying barrel", to her mother´s great amusement.  The girl still had
no idea what awaited them. She thought that it was just another one of her
mother´s boring duty-trips as the queen of her country. 


   Magdalena picked up the remote, turned on the TV and tuned in to CNN.
The scene was a crowded street in down-town Sao Paolo. It was the same
recording as that of two hours ago. A female reporter in the late thirties
was standing in front of a black limo with the right side-window at the
front shot to pieces. Two massacred white male bodies were visible behind
the excited reporter.
   " ...invited to hold a speech at the national-socialist party´s 50th
anniversary in a Sao Paolo suburb. His car was hailed by a dark-blue
Mitsubishi, and two masked men opened fire from point-blank range with
pistols, killing his two bodyguards on the spot, before dragging him out of
the car, into their own, with a third person waiting behind the wheel with
the motor still running. They headed towards the north side of town. The
car was later found abandoned in a deserted industrial area. The police are
still searching the vehicle for any traces."
   A middle-aged man appeared on the screen, obviously live:
   "Gerald Armstrong, also known as "the Fuhrer", has for the last eight
years been the leader of the "North-American Resistance Army", closely
linked to the Ku Klux Klan and other militant movements on the extreme
right wing. He is known, or should I say infamous, world-wide for his
statements on the black population in the States and abroad, and for his
goal to expel all non-white citizens from the US, to create a "superior"
white nation. The man who has given the expression "White power" a face...
"
   Magdalena turned the TV off. She saw the jeep coming around the bend,
out of the greenery. Her three "masked men" had arrived with their catch.


   When Mayinka and Nayeela stepped out of the Range Rover, a chubby, pale
woman with long red hair in her early fifties, with an aura of total power
around her, greeted them:
   "Most welcome to our humble resort, Your Highness!" Magdalena said those
words with sincere respect, but without sounding grovelling in any way.
Mayinka could tell that she had met her equal. They kissed each others
cheeks, to the young princess´ big surprise. She had never seen her mother
acting this familiar with a white person... ever. How could she?! The Queen
made a gesture at her daughter and the two male bodyguards:
   "My companions are tired and wishes to rest for a while. Can You please
arrange for them to be escorted to their rooms. Myself, I would like to
have a look at... the object." her voice was very calm and self-commanded.
   "Certainly, Your Highness!" Magdalena snapped her fingers. Three of the
mansion´s staff immediately grabbed the Africans´ bags from the trunk of
the car and led them upstairs to their rooms on the second floor.

   "Quite an impressive establishment You have here", the Queen said.
   "I am honoured to hear that, Your Highness!"
   "Your Highness to Them. To You it´s Mayinka. And Your first name is..."
   "Magdalena."

   Mayinka was by any standards a remarkable woman. The first thing that
came to Magdalena´s mind was the striking resemblance with the
sprinter-queen Merlene Ottey. Except for the fact that this Queen had
darker skin and held her head even higher. Admiring her big, firm and
pointy breasts, Magdalena thought that she would look adorable without the
blue cotton-dress covered in golden paillettes, with her beautiful black
skin shining with the sweat of a humid afternoon´s love-making or a couple
of hours in the gym. 
   In the stairs leading down to the "objects" cell, Mayinka inquired:
   "I understood that our agreement regarding this matter included an
option to buy, after the five days are up."
   "That´s correct."
   "And when do You expect the results of his medical examination?"
   "First thing tomorrow morning. You could have him for beakfast, and for
lunch..."
   "Talking about food", Mayinka grinned at Magdalena´s casualty on the
subject. "I assume he won´t be given anything to eat or drink whatsoever by
Your staff."
   "Nothing at all."
   "And if there was to be an accident... If the object broke and could not
be mended?" Queen Mayinka uttered those words while smiling innocently, as
if talking about a toy for her daughter. And in a way she was. "Then I´m to
pay a fine, and the whole matter drops, like a stone in the ocean..."
   Magdalena nodded discreetly, unwilling to discuss financial questions
with her guest. The moment she had sent the coded message to the Queen, she
knew that she would let her get away with anything, even with that, without
extra charges.

   The man before her was still unconscious, sitting in what seemed to be
an extremely uncomfortable and painful position, with his hands cuffed
behind his head, to the brick wall. He had been stripped of everything but
his khaki-trousers.
   She walked over and kicked him in the ribs, holding back the force, not
to break anything. He moaned in agony and opened his blue eyes, trying to
focus on the tall woman standing an arm-length away.
   When he saw, when he understood; he went berserk, using every muscle in
his powerful body in an effort to break free. Mayinka stepped back and
watched his pointless outburst, she let him wear himself down.
   When his wrists hurt so bad he couldn´t stand the pain anymore, he
stopped struggling but didn´t take his hatefilled eyes off her for a
second. 
   "Good afternoon, my Fuhrer! I´m delighted to see that you´ve been able
to take a nap, since you have a long night ahead of you. You will need all
your superior, aryan strength."
   "Fuck you, nigger! I´m gonna rip your fucking head off and shit in your
fucking nigger-throat! You´re gonna die for this! But not until I..." His
screaming came to an end when Mayinkas right military boot hit him in the
groin with merciless precision. 
   Looking at his bruised body, she hawked and spat him in the face.
   "You are going to regret those words deeply, white man! Believe me!"
She turned around and left the cell. 

   Only a minute later, three cruel-looking black amazons with short
hair-cuts entered. One of them held out a plastic bucket in front of his
face, while another grabbed his blond hair and held his head in a firm
grip. The third woman stuck a piece of dirty, thick rope down his throat,
forcing him to vomit in the bucket, emptying his stomach in rapid,
nausiating spurts. 
   Then she sent him into the darkness of unconsciousness with a strike of
a rubber club to his head. 


   Gerald Armstrong woke up in the middle of the night, with the worst
headache he had ever experienced. The small room bathed in light. There
were several fluorescent tubes hanging from the ceiling, torturing his
hurting eyes, even through the shut eye-lids. 
   He was lying on his back on some kind of wooden bench, with his hands
cuffed under him. They had moved him, but he didn´t know where or when. He
could still feel the repulsive taste of his own vomits. What the hell were
they going to do with him?

   Suddenly the door swung open. A fat mulatto lady with dark-brown hair
and very thick lips, somewhere in her forties, with her hands held behind
the back, approached him. Knowing he was nothing short of completely
helpless, he just waited to see what was going to happen.
   The woman disappeared out of his sight. Then, seconds later, she stuffed
her sweaty panties into his mouth. Before he reacted, she shut him up with
a piece of adhesive tape. Sensing the taste of the dark fatty´s ass and
cunt made him furious, helplessly mad by rage.
   She stood above him for a while, with her enormous breasts dangling
behind a thin piece of cloth, enjoying the sight of the fascist sucking her
dirty underwear. Then she reached for something on the floor. When she
pulled it up and placed it on Gerald´s stomach, his heart almost stopped. 
   The grey snake coiled around restlessly on his chocked and dead still
body. Then, when he accidentally twitched, it raised its head into a
striking-position, facing him. From another world, Gerald could hear the
fat woman heartlessly giggling:
   "Better take care, mister! Not good, very bad poison, can kill twenty
pigs like you. Must leave now. Bye Bye!"
   Then the door slammed shut. He was alone with it. Mayinka had been
right. It was going to be a long, sleepless night for "the Fuhrer".

   Queen Mayinka was having a grand breakfast in bed. A written message had
been brought with it, saying that her slave wasn´t bearing any contagious
disease. She took her time eating her morning-meal, well aware of the
position her subject assumed. Besides, she was in no hurry. 
   She entered the small cell dressed in a tight, yellow skirt that just
barely covered her large and sexy ass, and a T-shirt with the words "Black
Power" written over the chest and the image of two fat, smiling lips below
it. She wore no make-up, no underwear, not even a pair of shoes. She hadn´t
come to mingle with world-famous celebrities. She had come to break the
spirit of one of the most hated men on earth.
   He looked at her with burning hatred in his eyes. The thin, grey snake
slept on his slowly heaving chest, curled up like a neverending turd. With
a pleased smile, she walked over to him and pulled the sticky tape away
from his mouth, making a point in doing it slowly, just to increase the
pain.
   "Good morning, slave! Am I glad to see that you´re still alive. You seem
to be a very fortunate man, considering the odds against you. Now... I
would like to make a few things clear to you. First..."
   "You fucking nigger cunt. You´re gonna pay for this." The words came out
quietly, almost in whispers. He kept his eyes on the sleeping snake during
the modest outburst.
   "First, I would like to inform you that each and every insult coming
from your filthy mouth will be severely and properly punished. Every
refusal to obey my commands likewise. You are now my property, and I shall
treat you anyway I please. You will not be given anything to eat or drink
unless I say so, and you will have to beg for it. Being a worthless piece
of garbage, you shall only speak when spoken to, and you shall address me
Your Highness at all times."
   "I´m gonna kill you, you fucking..."
   "Remember: each and every insult will be severely and properly punished.
And remember also: you are now at my mercy. Completely. Basically, you have
two choices; to obey or to disobey. And I shall tell you this: disobedience
will not make you last very long."
 
   Queen Mayinka picked up the snake and held it firmly behind its head.
She lowered it to his throat.
   "Right now, you have to choose between life and death. You see, the
bathroom was occupied by my daughter all morning. You know how teenage
girls can be like. And I simply have to go. Now."
   The sight of the snake´s head, inches from his bare throat had washed
away all the hatred from the white man´s face. Now he was really turning
pale. She knew it was only temporary. And it pleased her. She didn´t want
him to break down now. That would spoil all the fun.

   Without moving the reptile´s head from his throat, she got up on the
bench and squatted over his face. She felt a really strong urge. The amount
of water she had drunk early in the morning was taking its toll.
With a disgusted expression on his face, the fascist finally opened his
mouth. Mayinka sighed in relief as she let go of the golden liquid. 
   The thick squirt of piss hit his tongue with force, painted the inside
of his dirty mouth, filled him up and made him swallow... repeatedly. Her
dream had come true. At last. The man who had been haunting her and her
brothers and sisters for so long were finally in his right place; trapped
beneath her ass, drinking her urine. 
   She poured herself into his mouth, let him have what he deserved. The
tip of his nose tickled her asshole. She sat down, trapped him with her
rim, squeezed his aryan nose while finishing her toilet in his mouth. Then
she started shivering, without even feeling the slightest pressure against
the erected clit. She came in a bestial orgasm over his face, while letting
him have the last drops of her golden fluid.
 
   "Now I want you to thank me. And I am not going to say it again!"
   "Than... Thank You, Your Highness!"
   "Thank You for what?" 
   "Thank You for pissing in my mouth."
   "That´s better! Now there´s only one thing remaining of the first
lesson. You shall clean my ass with your tongue." Having said that, she
changed her position slightly, and placed her anus in front of his mouth. 
   "And what is the adequate phrase at a moment like this?"
   "NO!"
   "Oh, my! You really are one stupid Boy. That´s not close by a houndred
miles. By the way... This snake has a tendency to turn vicious against
white people...
   "Please, Your Highness, let me clean Your ass with my tongue."
   "You should hear yourself, white man. Like you read it from a piece of
paper. I want a lot more conviction and devotion. I want you to throw
yourself before my black, royal feet and beg me to kick you.  I want you to
beg me with your eyes, to give you a majestic golden shower first thing in
the morning. Now..."
   "Please, Your Highness! Let me clean Your superior, royal ass with my
worthless tongue!" This time, he almost sounded like he meant it. At least
he was getting there. Eager to feel his tongue where it was meant to be,
since the beginning of mankind, she sank down and mounted his face again. 
   He started to lick her anus right away. This dog had no idea how to
please a woman. Like touching the clit first. You don´t do such a thing!
Well... She had plenty of time to teach him. This time, she let him do it
his way, and at least she got herself properly cleaned in the rear. Lookin
down at her victim, she inquired:
   "Do you enjoy licking a... What´s that word you used before? The one
that started with the letter "n"? WHAT´S THAT WORD, BOY?!!" 
   "Nigger, Your Highness. Please foregive me, Your Highness!" She just
Loved watching him turn pale by fear for his life. 
   "Well, do you enjoy licking a "nigger´s" ass, boy?"
   "Yes, Your Highness. And please forgive me... Please don´t kill me... I
didn´t mean to..." Then his voice broke, the tears came. And without being
told so, he started licking her ass again. This time more passionate and
caring. He was getting better at his new trade...