Maureen's Choice (15 page)

He leaned over the bed his face close to hers, “Remember what I said when we first met? I said you would beg to lick my ass crack while you jerked my prick and when I was ready to cum you would open your mouth and drink it. Afterwards you would thank me and beg me to fuck you.”

Instead of answering, Maureen spit in his face. He stepped back, his eyes smoldering with rage. “I promise you that within three hours you will be saying,

‘I am General Suka’s white bitch’ and you will be on your knees eager to tongue my asshole.”

Maureen permitted herself a slight smile. She nodded toward the naked African called Buru, “That grinning idiot over there isn’t the only retard in this room,” she said.

He quickly spoke some words to his two men in a language she didn’t understand. They unfastened her restraints and pulled her roughly from the bed, dragging her across the floor. One cuffed her wrists while the other lowered the hook from the ceiling. Placing the hook between the cuffs, they tugged on the rope until only her toes touched the concrete floor. Suka gestured to skinny Buru who had been standing against the far wall. “Here she is,” he said, pointing at Maureen whose naked body still glistened with his urine, “just as I promised. Do you want to touch her first?”

The boy crossed to stand in front of Maureen. He looked like a tall grinning black skeleton. “Get away from me!” she yelled. Buru looked at the General who nodded. Buru stooped down and ran his hands up Maureen’s legs and over her ass. His hands were rough and calloused. He dug his long fingernails into her ass cheeks. She felt her nipples stiffen and saw that the men had noticed. Buru felt along her ribs and then placed both hands over her breasts and squeezed them making her gasp and grit her teeth.

The General moved closer, “You can put your fingers in her,” he said smiling, “front and back.”

Maureen twisted trying to move out of his reach but since only the tips of her toes touched the floor, she was helpless. The boy shoved two long dirty fingers up inside her. “Is she wet?” one of the soldiers asked. The grinning boy shook his head excitedly. He withdrew his fingers and looked again at the General.

“Both holes,” Suka said.

“No!” Maureen shouted. But the boy had swung her around so the three men could see. He probed her tight puckered hole with the same two fingers that shone with her secretions and then forced them in. When he withdrew them, he held them to her mouth. She glared up at his grinning face and tried, unsuccessfully, to spit again. “Bastards,” she rasped.

“Look at his fine prick,” the General shouted. “Buru has the longest prick in all of Nigeria. Soon you will be begging him to let you suck it!”

Instinctively, Maureen glanced down at the cadaverous black boy’s cock. It swung between his legs and reached almost to his knees. His testicles, too, swayed in their long wrinkled sack. Defiantly, Maureen looked across at the three men, “Never,” she said.

General Suka smiled, “I persuaded Big Daddy to give you to me so that you might learn how to serve your black masters with genuine respect and humility. The lessons are about to begin.” He waved his hand at the naked boy, “Buru, whip her,” he said.

Maureen’s eyes widened, her throat had gone dry, “No!” she cried. “You don’t dare!”

The General stepped close to her and viciously twisted both of her nipples until she screamed. “You will soon beg to be my white bitch,” he whispered harshly. He gestured toward Buru who had picked up a thin riding crop. “Start on her back and ass,” the General said. The whip made a slight whispering sound before it cracked over her shoulders leaving a purple-red stripe. Maureen screamed. The second blow came before her scream ended. In quick succession and with rhythmic precision Buru crisscrossed her back and ass with cutting stripes. Her screams echoed off the walls until they were no more than rasping. Suka held up his hand as a signal for Buru to stop. He waited several moments for her to catch her breath. “Beg,” he said. “Beg to become General Suka’s white bitch.”

Her back and ass felt as if they were on fire. She thought her arms were about to be pulled out of their sockets. She lifted her head, “Never,” she said.

“Buru!” he shouted, “the front!”

The grinning idiot stood before her his whip raised. She looked up at him horrified. “Please, no more,” she whispered desperately. The whip cut across her thighs, then her belly, and finally the red welts began to mark her breasts. Her voice was gone. She hung limply from the hook. At a signal from the General the two men lowered her to the floor where she lay half unconscious. “Thank Buru for whipping you,” Suka demanded.

Still huddled on the floor without looking up, she muttered, “Thank you for whipping me.”

“Get on your knees and thank him properly and tell him you will come to him tomorrow and suck his cock.”

Half out of her mind with exhaustion and pain, she struggled to a kneeling position before the black boy. Her head bowed she said, “Thank you for whipping me. Tomorrow I will suck your cock.” Buru held out the fingers he had shoved into her pussy and ass. She opened her mouth and sucked them clean.

The General nudged her with his boot. “Now beg to be my bitch. Beg to lick my ass crack.”

Her head bowed, she said, “No.”

Suka turned to the two soldiers, “The bitch is all sweat and piss. She needs a bath.” He jerked his head toward the huge galvanized tub. Maureen crawled across the floor to lean back against the bed. She watched dumbly as the men attached a thick hose to a valve on the sidewall. The end of the hose they put in the tub and turned the valve. Within five minutes the tub was full. The General put his hand into it. “Cold,” he said, “very cold, very refreshing.” The soldiers had come over to Maureen who tried to scuttle into a corner. Roughly they threw her down on the bed.

“Check her cunt,” Suka ordered, “the whip makes some of these white bitches hot.” The younger of the soldiers held Maureen’s legs apart. The older one slid two fingers into her and laughed. He withdrew his fingers and held them up, “She’s hot all right! The fuckin cunt juice is runnin down her leg!”

The General crossed to Maureen and put his hand under her chin forcing her to look up at him, “What’s making you so wet, bitch? The whip or the retard’s donkey dick?” The welts from the cutting whip had started to rise and darken. Throbbing pain and exhaustion prevented her from fully understanding Suka’s question. She looked up at him through glazed eyes and said nothing. The General stepped back and gestured to the soldiers.

One secured a thick leather belt around her waist while the other unlocked the restraints that had bound her wrists. Attached to the belt around her waist were leather wrist cuffs. Maureen didn’t struggle as they tightened these around her wrists. She kicked when they attempted to buckle heavy leather cuffs around her ankles, but within minutes both her arms and her legs were securely bound. The two men carried her to the center of the room where the ceiling hook had been lowered. They slipped it into the ring between her bound ankles and hoisted her up until her feet touched the ceiling. Together, they pushed the huge tub under her.

The beating she had endured had left her only half conscious so she wasn’t aware of what they meant to do until she was hanging upside down over the tub of dirty water. “Oh, God!” she cried, “please no….please don’t…”

“It’s something your countrymen practice with regularity. I think they learned it from me,” Suka laughed. “If you don’t want a bath, you know what you must do,” he said. Maureen remained silent. Suka signaled the men who began to let her down headfirst into the tub. She managed to scream once before her head disappeared into the murky water. They lowered her to the bottom, submerging her to the waist. The frigid water felt like a knife splitting her head. It went up her nostrils causing her to choke and swallow the filthy water. She opened her eyes but saw nothing. She knew she was going to die. A vision of her two children flashed through her mind before she lost consciousness. She’d been submerged for two minutes when they pulled her up. One of the men slapped her hard on the back. She coughed and gray water spewed from her mouth and nose. They let her hang, suspended above the tank for another ten minutes. They uncorked a bottle of wine that they passed around while joking and laughing.

She opened her eyes and groaned. General Suka crossed to the tub and stood close so that his face was level with hers. “Now,” he patted her cheek, “tell me what you want.”

She struggled to speak. Water dribbled from the corners of her mouth. “I..I…want to be your bitch,” she rasped.

Suka grinned at her, “What does my bitch want to do for me?”

Her body was trembling. She made an effort to keep her teeth from chattering. Her hands and feet had lost all feeling. Her voice was little more than a harsh whisper, “I will…I will lick your ass crack…and…and tongue your hole.”

He squeezed one of her nipples. It stiffened. “And…?” he questioned.

Her mind went blank for a moment before she remembered. “I’ll thank you and drink your cum, and…and beg you to fuck me.”

He leaned closer to her, his eyes bright and hard, “Yes, you are learning. But earlier this evening you called me a pig and threatened to have your lover kill me. Do you recall that?”

“Please forgive me. I’m sorry, truly sorry,” she said.

“You must never disrespect me again, must never disrespect any black man again!” His voice had risen and his eyes flashed angrily. “What you still need to learn is complete humility, absolute obedience, and unconditional worship, do you hear me!”

His mounting rage terrified her, “Yes, General, I understand. Truly, I understand.”

“Servitude, abject servitude,” he muttered more to himself than to her. He motioned to the younger soldier who picked up a large bucket and brought it to the tub. Suka turned back to Maureen, “Do you know where your bathwater comes from?” he asked. Maureen shook her head, “It’s from the river. All the sewage from the village goes directly into the river. It’s a river of shit and piss. Did you like bathing in shit and piss water?”

“No, it was horrible. I thought I was going to….”

He interrupted her, “The people in India think it’s an honor to wade into such a river.” He pointed into the tub, “This is the river of my people. It’s the piss and shit of black men and women, damn you!” His face was only and inch from hers. His spittle spattered on her cheeks. “You are telling me you don’t feel honored to bathe in it!” he yelled.

“I’m sorry I said that. Yes, yes, I feel honored,” she spoke rapidly, desperately.

“Abject servitude,” he said again. “I don’t think you’ve learned what it means yet.” He took the bucket from the soldier and held it up to her. There seemed to be movement in the black water. “Leeches,” he said. “Big African leeches, a whole bucket full of hungry leeches.” He tipped the bucket over. She watched horrified as large clumps of squirming leeches fell into the tub. “They hate cold water and will attach themselves very quickly to anything that’s warm.” He pinched her nipples. “Ah, these are quite warm,” he grinned at her.

“Oh God!” she cried, “No! Please no…don’t…I beg you. I’ll do anything, anything… please, please for the love of God…don’t…”

The General motioned to the soldier standing by the secured rope. He unfastened it and lowered Maureen into the water while she was still begging. Sensing her warmth, the leeches quickly swarmed over her head and torso, Their powerful suckers attaching themselves to her back, stomach, arms, breasts, neck, and face, and scalp. She could feel their sharp teeth biting into her flesh and knew they were feeding on her blood. The General kept her submerged for almost three minutes. When they pulled her up, she was covered with the slimy bodies of the hungry leeches. When she opened her mouth to spit out water, a leech was quick to fasten itself to the inside of her lip. She tried to scream but all that came was

a hoarse croaking sound. She was afraid to open her eyes. She felt as if her mind was gone. She found herself repeating, “I will do anything, anything, anything, anything” whether she was saying it to herself or out loud, she didn’t know. She gradually became aware that the General was standing next to the tub. He picked off the leech that had embedded itself on her lip. “Abject servitude?” he questioned. Quickly, she nodded her head. “Unconditional worship?” He removed a leech that was trying to crawl into her ear. She made a grunting noise and nodded her head again. He plucked two leeches from near her eyes enabling her to open them. The eyes that looked back at him were dull and lifeless. He knew he’d broken her spirit. “Tell me,” he said, leaning close.

“I…I….want to be your bitch,” she managed to whisper.

He signaled to the men to push the tub out of the way and let her down. They carried her to the bed and injected her with something that immediately put her in a deep sleep.

Chapter Ten

When she awoke eight hours later she found herself in a small but comfortable bedroom. The bed was large and the sheets were clean. She was under the top sheet, naked. The red welts had become faint pink stripes. The marks made by the leeches were entirely gone. The sudden memory of them caused her to tremble and look panic stricken around the room. She was surprised to see an older white woman sitting in a chair in the far corner near the door. A window was open and white curtains lifted and fell with the soft breeze. Next to her bed were a small white table and an overstuffed chair. She glanced at the ceiling relieved to see there was no hook. She did notice the red light of a television camera. The only other furniture was a make-up table, mirror, and stool.

She moved her body surprised to find it wasn’t sore. However, she was terribly hungry. As if reading her mind the woman rose and crossed to her bringing a tray of food: soup, a baked yam, sliced chicken breasts in a mushroom sauce, pudding, and a glass of white wine. As she sat up in bed, the woman adjusted the pillows behind her.

“I’m Nancy,” she said. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes, thank you, much better. But what….”

Nancy held up her hand. “There will be time for questions later. First you must eat.” She sat in the chair beside the bed and watched as Maureen wolfed down the dinner and finished the wine in two gulps. “Thank you,” Maureen said. “I’ve never been so hungry.” Nancy placed the tray on the table and looked at Maureen for several minutes before she spoke. “I’ve been treating your cuts while you slept. The ointment they make here has remarkable healing properties.”