Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2011 07:07:46 -0700
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: RE WHITE SLAVE 40

Disclaimer: This story is fiction. All persons depicted are just names, all
actions are fiction. It deals with sex between consenting and non
consenting males. Any person under 18 should leave as well as any person
who lives in a State or Province where reading such stories is illegal.

Chapter 40

Having my love and only real love in bed was the best of everything.
Simon's thick cock inside me was all I think I ever wanted. Others were
nothing more than a mere diversion. Feeling that thick cock filling me,
brought so much joy to me I would never ever get enough of it. When I
fucked him it was the same way. He loved me more each time. After almost 3
hours I rested with my head on his smooth chest. I felt my tears streaming
down my face. He felt them too.

"You okay love?"

"I just love you so much, it makes me cry."

"Jay together, we will have a thousand years to love each other. I feel
more for you than any other. We together will eat cake, while the rest of
the world sits at our feet."

I snuggled up close to him to sleep, feeling so secure in his strong arms.

Harry and Steven were waiting when I entered the bathroom in the morning. I
told Harry to lay down. Without a thought I shit into his mouth. I turned
and pushed my cock into his mouth, draining my bladder. I then stepped into
the shower. As Steven began to wash me Simon came in and used Harry. I was
surprised he didn't protest more, but he also knew his fate if he refused.
Simon joined me in the huge shower. We ignored Harry as he puked in the
toilet.

"The boys can use him today Steven." I said as I stepped from the shower.

"Yes Master."

Simon and I dressed. He had to meet the Premier of Russia when he landed
and dressed in his plane black uniform. I just slipped on fatigues.

The Premiers plane was due to land about noon. It was already under escort
by units of the Republic Navy. Simon was reading reports from the previous
few days.

"You pissed off a few Governors love."

"Too fucking bad. They either comply with all laws and statutes or I'll
hang the lot of them."

"Your pretty callus about hanging blacks love."

"Simon, you said it yourself. All laws apply to everyone, weather they are
black, white or any other ethnic group. All are equal as far as the law is
concerned. Our laws."

"Yes love, I was only pulling your chain."

"Well as long as that chain is attached to my neck so you are pulling me
between your legs love, I will always be happy."

"I don't need a chain love and neither do you." He laughed.

"I see our new friend from Australia executed his son last night. Have we
figured out yet how to help out his organization?"

"Yes in part. The supplies he wants will be sent by container. The
Instructors we will move into Australia using our own Navy. It's just a
matter now of getting those instructors on board. Australia is still
honoring her commitments under SEATO.

"Their mistake, our gain." He chuckled.

"Give them everything they want Jay. A Black Republic in Australia is very
important for us. That will give us several new Black Republics, at least
ten in Africa and with Australia in the Pacific, a real base to move
forward."

"Simon, I want you to ask the Ambassador from Australia to turn over his
youngest son for instruction under me."

Simon flipped through several pages.

"Jay, he is only nine, a little young even for you." He chuckled.

"Love I don't want him for that. I want to show him and teach him exactly
how a Slave State works. You spend your time working with our international
commitments, I spend my time with domestic problems. I can give him, along
with continued schooling all the information he will need to run a Slave
State."

"It won't be tomorrow or even this year or maybe not for ten years that
Australia is brought into the fold. By that time he will be nineteen or
even older and well on his way to becoming a perfect candidate for
President of the New Republic of Australia."

"That's what I like about you most Love. That mind of yours is always
working for our future. I will request the Ambassadors Son be turned over
to you. Actually I will demand it love."

I walked over and sat in Simon's lap. We enjoyed a long passionate kiss. If
there had been more time I would have loved to have him fuck me right there
in the Oval Office.

Too bad his phone beeped and he picked it up. The Premiers plane would be
early.

"Make sure that toothless bear knows who and what he is dealing with love."
I said as he headed out.

Russia was huge, with a population of several hundred million. But it was
also divided along ethnic lines, a very many States different from each
other, because of religion or even color. Even faith divided them. The
Premier had been cracking down on dissident States and his methods didn't
help him much. He was driving more of them away than he was gaining. He was
a White Russian and I would be happy to see him groveling at my feet.

After Simon left I went to my office.

The only report on my desk was about North Dakota. To be honest I knew
nothing about the State. I ordered Steven to go to the SS Headquarters and
get me everything they had on the State.

The reports said that the Authorities were ignoring the request to arrest
and hold all Native Americans. Before I took action I wanted to know what
was involved.

If they were actually ignoring the law, I would send in the SS to correct
the problem. No one would be exempt from the SS.

I had thought that problem had been solved in Alaska. The Governor, his
wife and all his family had been found one morning frozen, and hanging from
lamp posts in Juneau. Since then there had been almost universal
compliance.  Steven came back and put a very thick file on my desk.

"Master that is all they have on North Dakota."

"I hope so love." I laughed.

"Steven, I want you to listen very carefully to me. Sometime after the
Fourth, the Ambassador from Australia will be bringing his nine year old
Son to the White House. You will be in charge of him. No sex Steven. You
will even though he is not to be considered a slave, take him and have the
permanent cock and ball ring put on him. After the SS tailor makes a
uniform for him, you will make sure he is enrolled in the all black school
in Georgetown. You will also monitor his progress and also teach him
everything about controlling and owning slaves. If I ever hear that you
have had sex with him, I will tear your nuts off by hand and feed them to
you. Do you understand Steven?'

"Yes Master. He will be safe with me Master."

"Tell the SS to make him a Captain in the SS. That should prevent anything
from happening to him at school."

Yes Master." Steven laughed.

"After you have him completely fitted out, you can bring him to me. Make
sure when he comes into my office he is only wearing Speedos and a T-shirt,
if you can find one small enough."

"Yes Master."

"Why do you still have your uniform on?" I asked sternly.

"Master, I just got." Even as he said it he was quickly stripping to his
Speedos.

"Come here love." I said as soon as he undressed.

He was in my lap in second. I wrapped my arms around him. I let him go and
he sat back, the look on his face was of pure love. I pulled his t-shirt
off over his head and ran one hand down over his smooth chest, tweaking
each nipple. `Oh Master' he moaned. I lifted him onto my desk and pulled
down his Speedos. As I dropped them to the floor, I buried my nose in his
sweet smelling pubes. His spike was rock hard. I finally slipped it into my
mouth. Steven wreathed on the desk top as I sucked and chewed on his cock.

"I'm coming Master." He moaned.

Spurt after spurt of his sweet sperm filled my mouth. I knew how sensitive
his cock became after cumming and I continued to suck and nip the end of
his cock until he was almost screaming for me to stop. As I sat back he
pulled his legs back.

"Rape me Master." He pleaded.

I wasn't sure of his choice of words, but the invitation was obvious. I
stood up and dropped my pants and shorts. I brought my cock up to his
pucker. As I pushed against it, it failed to yield. Damn maybe he really
did want me to force my cock into him. I grabbed his thighs and then rammed
with my leg muscles at his tight hole. As the head forced it's way in he
howled in pain. I backed a bit and rammed again. This time my cock slipped
all the way inside him. He couldn't hold out for what I thought he
wanted. He loved to have my cock inside him more than I loved to fill
him. His moans of pleasure said it all. I slowly started to fuck him. The
muscles inside his chute made it seem like it was first time every time I
entered him. I watched his eyes roll back and I started to pummel his tight
ass. Damn it felt good inside his very hot hole. So good in fact I hardly
noticed when my first load filled his colon. Having lots of time, I slowed
my assault and just slowly moved in and out of him. The feelings of his
very talented muscles pushed me to higher planes of pleasure. The second
time I came my cock almost refused to wilt, with his muscles still working
it. I slowly pulled out. The was a very audible pop as my cock exited his
tight hole. I sat down and leaned over and ran my tongue over that winking
hole. Weather by involuntary action or purpose, my lips, tongue and mouth
was overflowing with my sperm and his ass juices. I think he realized what
had just happened and he sat up fast.

"I'm sorry Master. I didn't want that to happen."

"Relax Steven, that part of you tastes good too."

He slipped off the desk and went down to suck my cock clean. I was almost
tempted to let him fuck me, but glancing at the clock on the desk knew we
had to change to meet the Premier.

"Okay, time to get ready. Quick shower for you and me and then dress. Dress
uniform for you Steven."

"Yes Master." We headed to my suite. After a quick shower we both
dressed. We were both in the Presidents office as Simon and the Premier
finally walked in.

I took an instant dislike to him as soon as he entered the office. His
greeting of me in perfect English, was a lie in his eyes at least.

"Mr. Vice President it is a pleasure to finally meet the brains behind the
Republic."

"Thank you Mr. Premier, but must have me mistaken for some one else. Simon
is the real power here."

His look told me he felt he was lowering himself to actually meet and talk
with what he thought was probably a mere black man.

After a few minutes of small talk, I had the Premier taken to the Lincoln
Bedroom. I wondered what he would think of the two scantily clad white
Slaves I had assigned his suite. After he was gone, I sat down.

"He's a pig." I said.

"Actually I thought of him more as an arrogant pig." Simon laughed.

Both Jason and Sam burst out laughing too.

"Well at least we agree on one thing. I am presuming you have the Lincoln
bedroom bugged?"

"Of course Sir, Living color and sound. I am sure every thing he says in
there will be in Russian, but it will all be recorded and voice over for
the Video tapes and full translation and analysis on your desks Sirs."
Jason said.

"I imagine he will know he is being recorded, but not video taped as
well. I wish there was some way to take that superior look off his face."

"Well Jay, I think I might have a way. Two of his Aides, obviously part of
his intelligence network, were caught taking pictures at Andrews. Either
they were ignorant or arrogant matters not. Both were quietly detained and
are now in cells at SS Headquarters."

"Simon, I think we should give our good Premier a tour of some of our
installations." I smiled.

"Anyone of them you have in mind particularly love?"

"I think the power plant to start and maybe the basement of SS headquarters
second."

That got chuckles from everyone.  "You might want to give him these." Jason
handed me a small glass box.

When I just looked at it he said.

"Cyanide capsules. We removed them from the teeth of the two men."

"How did you prevent them from using them?"

"Well Sir, after loosing several others to those very same capsules, we
changed our arrest methods. As soon as one is grabbed a spreader is forced
into their mouth to prevent them from biting down on the capsule. After
they are stripped and x-rayed, All capsules are removed from them. We found
that they not only use the teeth to hide them. Some have been found just
under the skin. All one would need to do, his slap the spot to release the
poison."

"You can send those two to the power plant for execution. Wait until we are
there though."

"Yes Sir."

The Premier was very happy to accept a tour of Washington. His first word
when we were inside the armored limo.

"Please have the two servants assigned my suite removed. My Aide can handle
all I require."

"Steven, take care of that when we return."

"Yes Sir."

"You are very young to an Aide to the Vice President." The Premier said.

"I am not as young as you may think Mr. Premier. It is an honor and
pleasure to serve my President and Vice President Sir."  "No doubt." He
said.

It could not be lost on the Premier, that everywhere we travelled were
slaves working. Some completely nude, while others had very minimum
coverings. As we approached our last stop.

"And what is this building?" The Premier asked.

"This is an auxiliary power plant. I think you will find it very unique."

We drove into the underground lot and stopped at the elevator. As we exited
the elevator in the control room, the Premier was drawn almost like a
magnet to the tall windows over looking the killing center. He watched as
several men and women were brought up, a few words said to them before they
were dragged off the platform. Several minutes later the two guards walked
off the platform.

"That is it. That is what you brought me here to see?"

"No quite Mr. Premier. Two men were caught today taking pictures inside a
security zone. Both had these implanted." I handed him the small case.

He watched as a nude male was dragged up to the platform. I flipped on the
speaker.

"You have been convicted of spying against the New Republic. Your sentence
is Death."

The noose was already over the mans head. The Premiers eyes almost bugged
out of his head when the other guard reached forward and sliced off the
prisoners balls. As he screamed, the severed testicles were stuffed in his
mouth before he was dragged from the platform. The second prisoner
followed. I shut off the speaker.

"I think we are done here now Mr. Premier." I said.  I am very sure he knew
both men, but never uttered a word as we exited the control. He was very
quiet as we headed back to the White House. He had just received a very
important lesson. I hoped it sunk in.

I knew the old soviet empire had planted hundreds or even thousands of
sleeper agents in the old US. Problem for the Premier was that they were
all white. Totally useless to him now.

After we were back in the Oval Office and alone again, I burst out
laughing.

"I suspect he will much more careful in future. Diplomatic immunity does
not work for anyone here now."

After small talk I finally decided to do something I had only thought
about.

"General, I want all cell phone transmitters shut down in a hundred mile
radius of Washington at 1600 hours tomorrow. You can leave the Slave
control transmitters on."

"Are you sure Sir? That will cause chaos in Washington."

"Not really General. It will not effect SS or SPE communications or even
the military or police. It will prevent any of our honored guests from
using their cells, but then that is the intention. Tomorrow at 1600, Simon
will announce the currency change. Without being able to talk to their home
office, it will add to the chaos created."

"Your getting more devious all the time love." Simon laughed.

"Well it won't prevent them all from getting information out. Some will no
doubt have encrypted Satellite phones. Once they are back at their
embassies they will be able to communicate. All its going to do is add
confusion for a short time. You can turn them all back on by say 1800.
"There will be very little they can do to unload US Dollars tomorrow. All
banks in the Republic will be closed."

"This going to hit the criminal element damned hard. I've seen pictures of
pallets of US Cash." Jason said.

"Good, maybe we force the price up."

Simon and I had been discussing the Drug lords quite a bit lately. This
money change was going to hit them very hard, where it hurts worse, their
pocket book. We were not just thinking of their money, we were also
thinking about where they got their drugs from. Europe preferred Heroine
and several modern designer drugs. Heroine came from poppies, and those we
could hit. However, I would worry about that part of our plan later. Most
of it Simon had already set into motion. Everything now was focused on
tomorrows spectacle.

Spectacle was the right word. The actual unveiling was set for about 1500
hours, but leading up to it would be the real show.

The reviewing area was set up in two arcs to either side of the
Statue. These would be for the dignitaries from the visiting
countries. Dead Center in front was single platform, with chairs for the
secretaries and ahead of them two chairs for Simon and I. A ring of seats
were directly in front of the Dais from which Simon would Speak. These
would be filled with white slaves, all nude, all in restraints.

Concentric rings of tanks and armored carriers would spread out from behind
the Statue. Showing off the most modern equipment in the known world. Black
clad SS troops would line every approach and be spread throughout the area.

Because all roads leading to the White House were now blocked off from
motor vehicles with the exception of government vehicles all visiting
diplomats would be conveyed to the show in carts pulled by nude
slaves. These had been trained especially for this one spectacle. All were
the best of all the horsemen trained through out the Republic.

Very early the next morning, Simon and I were enjoying our morning
breakfast. General Thompkins and General Dakota were both present.

"We have had a few complaints about the mode of transport laid on for the
diplomats." Jason said.

"They can accept it or walk. I don't care which." Simon said.

"That was the response from the Assigned Security." Jason said.

"I am presuming that the slaves assigned to the visiting diplomats are okay
with them?" I asked.

"Only the former eastern bloc countries have complained. Some of the
African Republics have actually asked for more, preferably white slaves be
assigned. I have made sure they have as many as they want."

"How many will we loose?" I asked again.

"To be honest Sir, I have no idea. I know at least two embassies are
planning bar-be-cues for after the show today." Sam said.

"I'll pass any invitations thank you Sam."

"Gentlemen, lets move into the Oval Office." Simon said.

After we were all there and all had a fresh coffee.

"General Thompkins, is everything set up for the coups?"

"Yes Sir. At precisely 1600 hours local all our units will move. Here the
Ambassadors from South Africa, Zimbabwe, and Ethiopia will be detained and
moved to the Power Center. We have men inside all embassies and they will
take control."

"No word must leak General or all hell will break loose."

"We will also be cutting their communications at 1600, the same time the
cell towers go down."

"Remember, no Jews are to be touched in Ethiopia."

"Yes Sir."

"The map of Africa is going to look a little different tomorrow." I said.

"Yes indeed love. Thirteen New Republics, well not all new, but now all
following our plans."

"What are your plans Simon for after the fourth?"

"State visit to Mexico. The new President is being sworn in. The first
native born black President of Mexico. The backing we gave him during his
campaign has paid off handsomely."

"However I think it will be few years before Mexico joins our Union."

Where are you headed?" Simon asked.

"North Dakota. Appears to be a problem with Native compliance. Jason and
you Sam, I would like to have along."

"I knew that was going to come up eventually." Sam said.

"What kind of problem? I thought the laws were pretty specific, where the
natives were concerned."

"Well the Dakota's are pretty unique. Over half the population of both
States are native or native descent. The Governor is complaining that if he
arrested all the natives most of industry, which I might add is cattle
ranching and farming will be short on manpower."

"Well how about replacing all those with white or even native slaves?"

"Can't train them fast enough." Sam said.

"I guess we need to give priority to the States until they have the
manpower shortage fixed." I said.

"Will do Sir." Sam said.

"I'll still fly out and have a few words with both Governors."

"Just don't scare the shit out of them Jay."

"I think just showing up with General Thompkins and Dakota, will scare
them." I chuckled.

The really weird part about some of the Native American slaves we are
getting is they appear to enjoy their new roles. Over half the horsemen we
have now are native. They make excellent horsemen." Sam said.

The other problem with the natives is that almost 30% are either HIV
positive or have some other STD, which means they have to be put down."

"Were finding that in a lot of the Hispanic slaves we are testing."

The celebrations that followed later far exceeded our
expectations. Everything went off like a well tuned clock. There was quite
an uproar in some circles over Simon's announcement about the currency
change, but even that was overshadowed by the three military coups that
took place in Africa. The only real bloodbath took place in South Africa,
when almost to a man the almost entire white police force were dragged out
by their black African counterparts and killed.

There was almost silence from the rest of the world about the take over of
those three Countries by Presidents allied with the New Republic. It just
showed Simon and I exactly how most of the world viewed Africa. Although
internally, it could not be lost on most governments the consequences of
thirteen Black Republics in Africa now totally allied with and completely
in line with the New Republics policy on slavery.

After dealing with an almost continuous list of problems facing the New
Republic, things started to settle down. Compliance was almost 100 %. I
suggested to Simon we take a break. We flew to the Island for a much needed
rest.

The Manor House was now considered the White House South. The Island
itself, was one huge concentration camp for training slaves and the farming
now was exclusively coco plants. Even a new processing plant had been
built, so only the finished product was shipped now. Slaves of course did
all work now on the Island. At any one time on the Island over 10000 slaves
were in training. These were guarded by the SS and the SPE.

Although Simon and I took a large contingent of personal slaves with us the
Manor House had a very extensive staff of all white slave boys. All were
nude all of the time and although the capsules were used almost exclusively
for all slaves, the cock and ball ring was also fitted to the domestic
slaves at the manor house.

Harry, like his younger brother Luke were now in both in training to be
eventual Masters in Australia. A white boy had taken over his duties as my
toilet boy and now travelled where ever I went. He was also pretty good in
bed, so with Steven and Justine always near by I was kept pretty happy.

Sam, unknowing to both Simon and myself had prepared a surprise for us
both. Although Justine was now a freeman, he still insisted on acting as my
horseman. Sam invited us both to inspect the new training Center. When
arrived in center of the facility, I thought at first that almost all the
slaves in training were either Arab or Asian.

"Ninety percent are Mexican." Sam said.

"Where did they come from? Our new President of Mexico can't be a party to
this?"

"Actually Sir, he is partly involved. He brought in a new law to clean up
the streets of most Mexican cities. All unemployed boys and girls are to
sent for training and instruction to become trained so they can work within
the new Mexican society. The only problem with that is Sir, all Mexican
slaves are sold overseas."

From the looks of most, good food was what they needed most. Almost all
were skinny. Not all were skinny, some were very good looking boys. I
spotted one in particular I liked. I walked over to him. He went to his
knees as I stood before him.

"Stand up boy. Assume the inspection position."

He stood about 5 foot 8 inches tall. He was well muscled. Arms and legs
were both toned and he had good definition in the chest and stomach. He had
a maybe five inch uncut cock and fairly large balls. Almost perfect to my
mind. He never flinched when I gripped his cock and then squeezed his
balls. He did plump up a bit.

"Have him fitted with a cock and ball ring and sent to the Manor House." I
said.

"Yes Sir." A guard said.

It was an unwritten rule that every single slave, no matter where they were
belonged to Simon and I. Personally I had almost 600 slaves and Simon had
near 500. Most were domestics. Some like this boy would become one of my
sex slaves.

"He's very good looking love." Simon said.

"I thought so too. See anything you like?"

"Well yes, but as usual you would not approve love."

"Simon love, I will always approve of your choices. Sometimes I might not
approve of what you do with them, but even then I really don't consider any
slave as anything more than an object to be used. You know that."

"Yes well its too bad we moved all the equipment from the basement to
Washington."

"Simon my love, you might want to have a look down there. I think you will
approve. I had everything duplicated when we decided to call this place the
White House South. It's all there love."

"You sure know the way to my heart love."

I picked three other boys to add to my harem. Simon had picked almost ten,
all had been led away. Simon's method of relaxation was very much different
than mine.

With the communications equipment installed on the Island we could keep
track of everything that happened in the New Republic and the New Black
Union. We both could work in our home in the South.

One thing I noticed was almost all boys in training worked very hard. There
were always a few that had to punished repeatedly, but even they learned
quickly. I also saw that the pain sticks had changed as well. There were
now four settings. When I asked about the fourth setting I was told it
would explode the capsule. So now there was two methods of dispatching a
slave.

Our last stop for the day was the greatly expanded Breeding Center. We
walked into the room where the males were being milked. All were strapped
down to their pallets. A clear tube had been fitted to each and you could
watch as the milking machine worked each of the boys strapped down. I saw
all had gags on as well. I also needles in most of their arms. There was a
catheter inserted directly into their bladders through the skin above their
cocks.

"We also stimulate their prostrates with an electrical charge. It keeps
them hard almost all the time. After a while it gets painful, so that's why
they are gagged. Most of these last about three weeks before they are used
up. The needles in their arm keep them nourished."

"Where do they go from here?"

"WE ship them to one of the labs in the New Republic. Most are just
harvested for their organs although some are used for other experiments. If
you really need to know you can check with the Doctor."

We watched as a young man was dragged in and strapped down. He obviously
knew what was about to happen to him, he was fighting like crazy. The
guards were very practiced. Very quickly they had him on the pallet. An
orderly came up to the young man. He checked his balls and then cock. He
already had gloves on. He lubed up a probe and pushed into his ass. He then
inserted the ball gag. He was very efficient. Very quickly he had a needle
in the mans arm. He rolled up what looked like a small Computer monitor. He
then swabbed a patch above the mans cock. Taking a scalpel he cut a small
incision. The young man screamed in pain. After dabbing up the blood, he
inserted a tube and slowly pushed it into the incision. We watched the
screen as he guided the tube directly into the young mans bladder. He then
pulled out what I figured was the camera. He taped the tube on to the mans
stomach. He drew several vials of blood and then pulled down the milking
machine tube. This he seated over the mans cock and strapped it tight. He
then flipped a switch on. The guy got instantly hard and I heard a moan
from him.

"That's all there is to it Sir. The machine will milk him
continuously. Each time he comes, the machine will stop for about thirty
minutes to an hour and begin the cycle again. Over the next few weeks we
will collect almost a pint of his sperm."

No more chances were taken in the breeding process. All women were
impregnated through artificial means. No mess, no waste. I was astounded at
how large the center was. After a women became pregnant they were moved to
a special ward where they waited on hand and foot until they were ready to
drop a new slave. After a short period they were moved back and either
impregnated again or had to have a fertilized egg implanted. Very efficient
program, and one that added almost 300 slaves a month. I was told that the
majority of frozen sperm was shipped to other breeding centers. At any one
time, almost 20,000 women were pregnant with new slaves for our Republic.

Although it would take several years, in time 20,000 new slaves would be
available almost on a weekly basis. Once the African Republics could be
brought into the doctrine the numbers could be in the hundreds of
thousands.

It was I hoped be a way to perpetuate the availability of new slaves. I
could envision a day when the whole world was enslaved and almost every
slave learned at birth his place in the World Republic.

Gomez the young slave I had picked first from the slave center proved to be
a fire brand in bed. Although he told me he was straight, he sure enjoyed
getting fucked. I also sucked him off, but his sperm was very salty. I
ordered him onto an ice cream and pineapple diet to see if I could sweeten
him up a bit. I was told both would help sweeten the sperm. He did love the
white Speedos after his cock and ball ring were installed. The new methods
of insertion and fixing them was almost painless now as new techniques were
developed. So it did not bother Gomez to either get hard or ejaculate the
same day they were inserted.

Simon I knew spent a good deal of his relaxation time in the basement. I
knew he was just like my Master. Loved to see boys in pain, weather they
were white, brown or even black. I couldn't fault him for his choices. Just
before we came south for our short holiday, he had kept his promise he had
made earlier. One thousand condemned whites were slaughtered and their
blood drained onto the base of the Statue to our Father and Master.

That evening I fucked Steven harder than I had before and I think blew the
biggest load I ever have.

The next day Justine pulled us slowly south to the big coco
plantation. Simon had wanted to inspect the drug processing center. WE took
our time and made it almost a holiday excursion, stopping to enjoy both the
warm ocean and to sit and sip beer. Justine even allowed Simon to fuck him
at one of our numerous stops, while I screwed the white horseman that we
had brought along. Steven enjoyed some of the slave boys we brought as
well.

Lots of changes had taken place on the plantation. The slave barracks could
hold almost a thousand slaves. A new power plant was in place, The solar
and wind turbines could not supply the power required for both the plant
and processing center. Master John, hardly ever left his big Manor
house. Now near seventy, he just supervised everything. I did notice he
always had at least 10 young white slaves to do all his bidding.

The picking and processing in the initial stages was very labor
intensive. Eighty percent of his slaves were white, with a mixture of other
ethnic groups filling out the rest. His guard force was made up of both SS
and local Native freeman. Life expectancy here was very low. Even the
smallest infraction could result in either severe punishment or a quick and
painful death. Here the growing of the coco plant and the processing into
cocaine or even crack was done quite openly, unlike the cartels who had to
keep there growing and processing hidden. The Republic controlled all the
satellites, so no one could see exactly what took place on the Island. It
also made shipping easier and a new dock and loading facility had been
built at the main village. That village had grown into a small town,
complete with brothels', restaurants and bars for all visiting sailors and
units of the Republican Navy that stopped. Made it very tough for the drug
cartels to compete.

Although the use of chains and arm and leg manacles was outlawed on the
mainland, here they were used all the time. Likewise the whip was used as
well.

The boys and Simon and I were enjoying an afternoon drink on the patio of
Master John's Manor, when a new contingent of slaves were marched in. All
had leg restraints and all were collared. Almost three hundred new white
labor slaves were brought. They came in with every ship that arrived. Some
of course were new and sent to the training center, but most were brought
to the plantation. Master John went through almost 1000 slaves a
month. Those that died went into the power plant for fuel. Cut down on the
importation of oil.

It was probably the only time Master John came out of the Manor house. He
always picked on or two of the new slaves to serve him. This day he also
picked several to serve us that night. Our white horseman had admitted he
preferred women and Master John picked two for him to use. We were all put
up at the manor house including all our slaves. He made sure everyone had
someone to bed that night. The one he picked for me was another Native
boy. He proved to be very good to me, doing absolutely anything I asked. I
took him back with me when I left. He really was good looking. I guess
everyone knew I had a fetish for Native boys, although I still preferred
big black cocks over all others.

Even after screwing his very tight ass and sucking him off, I couldn't
sleep. I decided I needed a walk to relax. I slipped on a pair of shorts
and wandered outside. It was very quiet, the only lights on were at the
processing center. I knew it went 24 hours a day. I just wandered. They
were also very few guards. As I was wandering I was startled by a guard
that loomed out of the darkness. He had to be almost seven feet tall and he
was built like a brick shit house. Muscles bulged everywhere.

"Good evening Sir." He said politely.

"Very nice night." I said.

"I will escort you Sir."

"Very well, but I am just wandering."

I idly wondered if his cock matched the rest of him. Might be interesting
to find out. I headed down one of the paths that lead between the fields. I
came to an area that was cleared and soft grass covered the area.

"This should do nicely." I said.

"For what Sir?"

He watched surprised, when I just undid my shorts and let them drop.

"You want to service me Sir?"

"No, I want you to service me." I walked up to him and started to undo his
pants. He just stood still as his pants dropped to the ground. I pushed his
shorts down and gripped his cock. It did indeed match the rest of him. I
knelt down and leaned into his crotch. The thick musky odor of him plus
sweat assailed my nose. I was instantly hard. He had a very thick cock, and
a long fore skin. I rolled back his fore skin and ran my tongue over his
huge cock head before sliding his cock into my mouth. He started to get
hard. He was so thick I could not get more than a couple of inches into my
mouth. Well I didn't want it in my mouth, I wanted it in my ass. By the
time he was hard he had a beer can thick cock almost a foot long. I slipped
my tongue down and suck one of his balls into my mouth. He moaned as I
licked and sucked on his balls. Finally I sat back.

"Okay now I want you to fuck me." I said and laid on the grass.

He removed his shirt and then boots. He slipped his pants and shorts off
and kneeled on the grass. That monster fuck stick seemed to fill my whole
vision. I pulled my legs back, exposing my ass to him.

"I might hurt you Sir." He said.

"Just take you time. It will fit eventually."

He brought his cock up to my hole. I felt the pressure and pushed out. The
head of his cock slipped inside. That wasn't so bad I thought. He leaned
over and his lips covered mine. I felt his tongue probing my mouth and I
opened my mouth to accept his tongue. As we played tongue tag, he applied
pressure to his cock invading my ass. He would push a little and pull
back. Then push again a little farther. It wasn't exactly painful, just
uncomfortable. He had about three inches inside when he pulled back and
stopped. He pushed his lips down on mine hard and at the same time hammered
his cock into me. The intensity of the pain blew everything from my
mind. If he hadn't had his lips crushed to mine, my scream of pain would
probably been heard at the other end of the island. He never stopped then,
just pulled back and rammed his cock back in. Each thrust, I thought he
must be splitting me open. He soon got into a steady rhythm. The extreme
pain slowly changed to a dull ache and then more pleasure than pain. Even
as my moans started, he continued to hammer in and out of me. Time seemed
to stand still. He groaned and I felt his monster load filling me. He
stopped after he finished unloading into my ass. He slowly pulled out. He
hadn't gone exactly soft, but his cock dripped with cumm and ass juices. I
slowly sat up and leaned forward and sucked the end of his cock. I then
licked it all over. He just sat as I finished. He was hard again. I turned
onto my knees, presenting my ass to him.

"Come on one more time." I said.

He never even hesitated, just drove that magnificent cock straight into my
ass. This time I knew he pounded me for at least and hour before he pulled
out. He grabbed my head and swung me around. I slipped about two inches of
his cock into my mouth. He held my head as he unloaded stream after stream
of his salty spunk into my mouth and throat. I thought I was going to drown
there was so much. Finally he sat back. I finished cleaning his cock.

"Thank you Sir. That was most enjoyable."

"What is your name and where are you from?" I asked.

"Moto Sir. I am from South Africa."

"Well Moto, that was best fuck I have had in a long time. Do you like it
here Moto?"

"Not really Sir."

"Good. You may consider yourself transferred. You are now part of my
personal guard."

"Thank you very much Sir."

"Tell me Moto. Are there more like you here?"

"Not on the plantation Sir. There are five working at the slave center."

"Are they all like you Moto?"  "Actually Sir, most are bigger than I am. We
were all sent here from the same tribe in Africa."

"Well when we leave the plantation you will accompany us. When we get back
to the main center, you will contact all five and tell them they are now
part of my personal guard force."

"Yes Sir." He then leaned down and sucked me off.

He reluctantly dressed after he was done. I pulled my shorts on and we
headed back to the Manor House. We met Master John and I informed him I was
taking Moto with me when we went back.

"Not a Problem Mr. Vice President."

Simon and I spent another week just enjoying ourselves. Then headed back to
work at home. The only comment Simon made about my new body guard was,
`Damn you really know how to find them love'.

Moto was right about one thing. He was the smallest in the endowment
department. All were about the same girth, but the other five ranged in
length hard between 13 and 15 inches.

Both Jason and Sam were very impressed with the six men. Because I wanted
them to standout among the other SS men that were part of the White House
Security force, I had them dress in their native clothes. That consisted of
just a long skirt like affair with sandals. They wore no top, and their
very muscular chests were bare. I also had them use oil on the their bare
chests. They stood out very well. The skirt also facilitated another
thing. They could be nude in front of me almost at a moments notice.

Steven was fascinated with them, and even got at least one of them to fuck
his tight ass. He did walk a little funny for few days afterward. I guess
he was a hit with them too, they seemed to adopt Steven as a sort of
mascot. They also protected him as well as they did me.

Although I was classified as the head of NASA, I really had no notion of
what was going on. I knew the priority now was the armed platform but had
idea of the progress being made. General Thompkins surprised me one day
when he invited me to Florida for a special shuttle launch. NASA was my
dream at one time. I had wanted to walk in space. That was until my Master
had raped me and made me what I am today.

Preparations were also underway for Simon's first trip overseas. He had
been invited to Australia for the SEATO meetings. It was SEATO that was
still the only real commitment the Republican Navy still honored. NATO had
pretty much been dissolved, especially after the currency change. Britain
was the first country to opt out of NATO, followed soon after by the other
members.

So while Simon was in Australia, I had to remain the New Republic. A trip
to Florida for the launch would fit my schedule.

Simon and I enjoyed a long night of love making before he left.

TBC