Africa in Control

Tears ran down my face as I gagged, sputtered and coughed throughout the process. I didn't even notice that Mrs Dubikini had sat down. In my distress all I was trying to do was catch enough air for the next all too quick thrusting of his cock into my mouth and throat.

Finally he pulled me off him with a grunt.

"Pathetic... Harold, go buy a large dildo after breakfast, by tomorrow I want her to be able to take it all down her throat." He ordered in annoyance as I scrambled out from under the table, my face a mess of running mascara. The dark lines rolling down over my cheeks and chin.

"Yes M'Lord." Came Harold's reply in a sad sigh.

"You have an objection Harold?" Mrs Dubikini asked with a raised eyebrow at the man who had faithfully served the family for many years and had quite a lot of leeway. Harold had been in Dubikini employ since Mr Dubikini's fathers time.

Harold coughed politely.

"I feel I should point out that Felica is a freewoman." He said servilely.

With a sigh Mr Dubikini nodded.

"Very well.. a week." He conceded to not force train me like a slave girl.

"Thank you M'Lord." Replied Harold as I curtsied and also said thank you.

Mrs Dubikini swallowed a small bite of toast before turning to look at her husband.

"Darling.. don't you think Felica would look lovely in one of the new outfits from Mr Uliki's store." She asked with a smile.

"The ultra-short maid's dresses?... yes, that sounds perfect my dear." He replied.

"And some new shoes." She added airily.

He nodded in agreement and the two discussed it as they ate breakfast, ignoring the growing look of horror that was on my face.

Harold caught my attention after a few attempts and gestured for me to leave. Face aflame at the idea of wearing one of Uliki's scandalous designs for servants, I left to wash my face and fix my ruined makeup.

***

Later that day. The sun had set and my duties were done. The little quarters my husband and I shared were lit by soft bulbs.

My husband sat morosely as I unpacked my new uniform and set to ironing it. We could both tell it would display a great deal more than was decent, even before I tried it on.

"I'll start looking at houses in the east." He said regretfully. Referring to the white's only area that housed more common whites.

I nodded sadly as I started on the next dress. I had six new maid's uniforms, all identical.

I didn't speak because my throat hurt. Earlier that day Harold had given me a large rubber dildo that I was meant to practice with. I had thrown up four times as I tried to swallow more and more of it.

The iron hissed steam as I ironed out the seams of my new uniform.

Eric picked up the new shoes I was to wear. High heeled stilettos that were a plain glossy black.

"No free white should wear these." He muttered.

"We should go to church tomorrow." I said a little hoarsely, my throat raw.

Eric nodded in agreement.

"Yes... only god can help." He said as he put down the shoes and embraced me from behind. Gently taking the iron from my hands and placing to one side.

Eric was pious, I wasn't overly a believer but I knew it would help him deal with our new situation if we attended prayer.

"A baby... we could pray for that." I croaked out.

He kissed my cheek gently.

"Yes." He agreed with a gentle smile, turning me around to face him. Both of us deliberately avoiding the fact that any child might not be Eric's.

I nodded shyly as he started to unbutton my nightdress. We hadn't made love in days and I wanted him inside me.

"Don't look at it." I requested as my nighty fell to the floor. Not wanting my husband to stare at my shamefully shaved vagina.

He kissed me gently, his eyes remaining on mine as he then pulled me towards our small bed.

"All I see is my wife." He told me with a soft and loving smile.

We made love slowly. Having him inside me felt wonderful and I gasped in pleasure as his cock entered me. My shaved pussy felt extra sensitive and I tried to deny that it actually felt better than before.

"I love you." I moaned out as he started to thrust.

His lips kissed my neck as we made love.

"I love you too." He whispered as he delved into me fully and I felt his cock all the way inside me.

This felt so much better than Mr Dubikini's cock, despite the size difference. My Husband inside me felt so much better and I wrapped my legs around him as I kissed him passionately.

We grinded together, his cock deep inside me, his thrusts gentle.

My emotions took over as I felt my husband's cock slide in and out of me, waves of pleasure mixed with my intense need to feel him made my tummy tingle and my insides melt. Unbidden, tears of joy leaked from my eyes as he started to thrust a little faster. The knowledge that he was about to cum inside me made me feel elated as I thrust back to meet him.

We kissed passionately as he thrust all the way inside me and started to shake a little. His cock twitching inside me as it spurted and pulsed his semen into me. I held him close with my arms and legs, pulling him into me as I felt his semen fill me.

My mouth next to his ear as we clutched together.

"yess.. ohh yess." I sobbed out tearfully. Joy filling me.

Eric propped himself up on his elbows and looked into my eyes, his own full of loving concern.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked gently. Not understanding my tears.

I smiled and shook my head, then covered his face with kisses.

"No... not at all." I told him lovingly.

***

The next day dawned and I slipped out of bed as Eric slept.

I bathed as usual and then took the razor to my legs and finally my pussy. Reluctantly I maintained my fully bald vagina and then dried off.

My new uniform waited and I pulled on the bra that was supplied. It fitted well despite only having half cups that left my upper areola bare, cupping my breasts together and giving me more cleavage than my other bra's.

My large C-Cup breasts wobbled as I pulled on the suspender belt, it was small and made of white lace. Only four clips instead of six. There were no panties to go with it and I pulled on shear black stockings that displayed my long legs. unlike my usual opaque ones, these were far more transparent.

I held up the dress and looked at it regretfully. It was black satin with a white lace trim. Already I knew it would be too short.

Unlike my proper uniform, this dress buttoned at the front and had a wide scooped neckline that when I put it on displayed most of my breasts, only just covering my nipples in the half cup bra. I knew that bending over would display my nipples.

It was short too.

The hem only just covering my stocking tops. Again I knew that bending over would show not just my stocking tops but a good portion of my bare buttocks as well.

With a sigh I pulled back my long reddish gold hair and tied it into a pony tail as usual. Using one of the same black and white lace ribbons that I had.

I noticed that as I lifted my arms to do so the dress rose up to show off my stocking tops. I shook my head in dismay.

The high heeled stilettos came last, they were shiny and had a four inch heel that was uncomfortable to begin with, it would take time to get used to walking in them.

They clicked on the stone floor far more loudly than my usual ankle boots did and I had to walk carefully to avoid waking my husband.

I looked at his sleeping form as I stood by our bedroom door.

"I love you." I whispered softly before leaving.

***

Entering the master bedroom, I dropped a curtsy to both M'Lord and M'lady. It wasn't often they were there together at that time. Most days I just helped Mrs's Dubikini dress and then brushed her hair. but it was a Sunday, so most people slept in a bit before going to church and then resuming a relaxing day off work.

Both were totally naked. Again I admired my Mistress's perfect dark body, the way her large breasts swayed as she moved, each one topped with even darker nipples that looked puffy and full. My own nipples were a pale pink that hardly differed from the rest of my skin tone.

Mr Dubikini walked to the shower while Mrs Dubikini chose what to wear for church. She took her time and I waited patiently until ordered to help her dress.

Once she was attired in a fashionable and chaste dress, I did her hair as usual and lost myself in the routine.

I was almost done with her hair, pinning it up when I felt Mr Dubikini's large hand cup my bare buttocks. The short dress left him easy access to my unclothed rear as I bent over.

"You look lovely my dear." He said to his wife as his hand massaged my rear and two fingers rubbed over my pussy lips.

"Thank you darling." She replied with a smile. "Fuck her quickly if you must... we don't want to be late for church." She added as she stood up and walked towards the door.

In a way I had thought Mrs Dubikini liked me, yesterday's casual decision to dress me as I was and todays airy comment to her husband changed all that. To her I was jus a white girl to be used.

"This won't take long darling." He said with a laugh. Once again grabbing my hair to force me into position, the short dress riding up so far that he hardly needed to flip it up much as he pushed me over onto my stomach. Laying me face down on his bed with my bum and legs over its edge.

Unlike before, he didn't even try to moisten me, instead spitting into his hand to then lube his cock. I squealed in painful shame as he took his pleasure and felt him invade me once more.

I was fucked with slow but powerful stokes. Each one forcing a 'ugh' from my mouth as the massive cock hit my back wall.

His pace quickened and I felt the repeated almost bruising impact of his hips against my bare buttocks and heard the slapping sound of his bare flesh against mine. The room filled with the twin sounds of slapping flesh and my involuntary grunts.

As promised, he was quick and after a few minutes I felt his cock twitch inside me as he buried himself completely within my now sore vagina to spurt his semen into me.

He sighed as he finished.

"Lovely." He said softly as he pulled out with a wet squelching sound, some of his seed following his exit to dribble down and slick my inner thighs.

He dragged me to my feet by my hair before releasing me. Slightly dazed and unused to the high heels I was now wearing, I stumbled and almost fell.

Strong hands caught me and turned me around.

"Careful.. don't want to hurt yourself." Mr Dubikini said with a smile as he held me by my shoulders and looked into my face with strangely gentle eyes, considering what he had just taken from me.

"Sorry M'Lord." I said, looking at the floor with a mixture of embarrassment, shame and confusion. Not understanding his apparent kindness.

He cupped my chin and raised my face so that I had to meet his dark eyes.

"I take what is mine by right... yet I have no wish to see you hurt." He said gently and then seemed to change.

"Run along now.. breakfast won't serve itself." He commanded.

I bobbed a quick curtsy.

"Yes M'Lord." I replied quickly before hastily exiting the bed chamber to run down the servant's stairs and serve breakfast.

I was highly confused, my emotions were all over the place as I served breakfast. I felt shamed yet at the same time couldn't help wondering why he had been so nice to me after having taken what was his by right.

No Black normally showed that kind of kindness to a white, that sort of concern that I had seen in his eyes for a brief moment altered much. So much changed inside me as I patiently waited for him and his wife to finish their morning meal.

Mrs Dubikini waved for me to pour more coffee and I did.

"Felicia... how does it feel to have a proper man inside you for once?" she asked with a smirk.

Any other time I would have told her it had felt wonderful. To say anything else would imply I did not know my place. But something inside me rebelled and I answered honestly.

"My husband IS a proper man M'lady... yours took what he has a right to.. it did not satisfy." I said humbly but with a hint of steel.

Harold dropped his tray.

CLANG... clatter... clatter, SMASH." Went the tray filled with letters and an ornate Chinese stamp.

"FELICIA" Harold gasped.

Mrs Dubikini leapt to her feet in anger and I stepped back swiftly.

"What?" she screamed. Her face a visage of rage.

"Haaa... Haa... Sit down darling." Laughed out Mr Dubikini slapping his thigh in mirth.

Mrs Dubikini whirled around to face her husband. Her face livid.

"But.." she started to say.

"I said sit down." He said firmly, all laughter gone, his eyes steely hard.

"Well.. yes.. " she stammered out as she took her seat meekly.

Mr Dubikini eyed her and pointed at her with a firm finger.

"YOU said to fuck her... YOU said it would be a pleasant distraction... you can't complain if she does not like it or gets a bit uppity." He said with a scowl.

"She's just a WHITE GIRL." Stormed my mistress.

"Leave us." Mr Dubikini growled out. Both Harold and I understood he meant us and we beat a hasty retreat.

Harold closed the doors with a final bow as I watched my master and mistress scowl at each other in silence. I realised they would be discussing me and felt fearful.

"A FREE white." I heard Mr Dubikini shout once the doors were closed.

"What does THAT matter... we are Black..." I managed to overhear before Harold shooed me away.

"Fix yourself up, I see his seed on your legs." Harold told me as he made sure I kept my distance from the door.

"Yes sir." I replied respectfully with a curtsy. Yet felt annoyed as I wanted to hear what they said about me.

With no choice, I retreated downstairs to the kitchens and set about my chores. All while wondering what was going on. Cook mentioned the stains on my stockings with a 'tut' and I went to change them, realising I had forgotten Harold's advice.

***

"You seem so easy... doing that." Eric said as he watched me change my stockings.

He was already done with the garden and dressed for church as we all had two hours for church once breakfast was finished.

At nineteen I felt old.

"Just don't... he took me." I replied while rolling up a stocking and clipping it in place.

Eric scrubbed his forehead.

"I feel jealous." He admitted.

I finished changing my stockings and flicked off some dried semen from my thigh.

"Don't be... we both knew this could happen." I said sadly as I stood up.

Eric nodded sadly and came to me, wrapping his strong arms around me with gentle care.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as he kissed my forehead.

I understood and nodded.

"I'll be done in a few minutes.. we can go to church once I have done my chores." I promised with a sigh.

Eric smiled at that. He was very religious and kissed my cheek affectionately.

"God will provide." He said gently as he held me.

"Yes Husband." I agreed respectfully. My role as wife told me I should accept things... just as my role as White did.

"I want you." He whispered and I felt him cup my breasts.

"I'm sore." I said truthfully as I felt his hands wander over my body up under my short dress and then find my shaved lips.

"We need a baby." He said in reply as his fingers delved inside me and drew a gasp from me.

"Please... Eric... I'm really sore." I whimpered out as he fondled me. Turning me around and guiding me backwards towards our small bed.

"Baby.. One that is ours." He grunted out as he spread my legs while undoing his trousers.

I let him... I was his wife and I loved him. Sore as I was I opened my legs at his insistent touch, felt him rub his cock against my opening and then bit my lower lip in pain as he thrust into me.

I looked away from his face. Thinking this was the way it should be while also thinking it should not,

His cock rubbed my sore lips, delved inside me.. I could say no.. but I didn't... why not was a question I would answer later. I moved my hips and body as he liked, all the while grimacing and hoping he would finish soon.

I felt as used as if Mr Dubikini was taking me... still I waited and then sighed as my husband spurted inside me. Not a sigh of pleasure. A sigh of sadness.

Eric pulled out of me and kissed my neck.

"I love you." He said breathlessly.

My response was automatic yet a lie, right then I hated what we had done.

"I love you too." I replied as he rolled off me.

I got off our small bed and did up my uniform, brushing my hands over my hips to make the rumples in my dress fold better.

"Church... as you promised?" he asked as he watched me make myself decent all over again. Once more cleaning semen from between my legs.

"Yes... after my chores." I replied as I walked to our door.

He looked at me lovingly as I opened our door.

For the first time, I actually realised how much I despised my life. I was a woman... almost. At twenty one I would be classed as a full adult woman, until then I was still a Girl. And I could do little without my Husbands permission and nothing without my employers. Being white was being a slave... It didn't matter that I was a Free white.

No.. all that seemed to matter was that I was female and white and that meant both my husband and Mr Dubikini could do with me as they wished.

I turned to face Eric.

The door between us half closed, no longer wide open... Doors can mean so much.

"Eric... Did you look at houses yet?" I asked.

My husband stretched lazy and shook his head.

"No point at the moment, word is out that you are fucking our Master and that he made you shave your cunt... we'll have to wait until the gossips find something new to talk about." He stated as he pulled up his trousers, hiding the cock that had just been inside me. Unconsciously saying the hatful word. Describing my sex in the crudest of terms.

I nodded sadly, the hope of moving to our own home stolen because my fellow servants had already stated to whisper about me behind my back.

"I'll meet you at church." I said softly, the disappointment clear in my voice.

***

Harold made sure I did not have to stay too long, like everyone in the household that was considered a 'good' and 'respectable' white, he too attended church on Sundays. We all worked quickly to tidy the house and make it ready for our employer's return.

Once everything was to Harold's satisfaction he sent us off to change and get ready for Church. Except me, he held me back and presented me with a box that was expensively tied by a red ribbon.

"M'Lord has instructed me to give you this... you will wear it when not on duty.. along with ..erm... other things that are placed inside." Said Harold with a slightly embarrassed look upon his face.

My heart dropped into my tummy as I took the box. I had seen what some blacks made their white dolly girls wear and dreaded to think what was inside.

Still..

"Yes Sir." I said with a polite curtsy. Bobbing my head.

"dismissed.. and...erm... em.. I'm sorry." Harold said as he turned away.

Politeness dictated my next curtsy, even if it was to his back.

"Thank you sir." I replied as I watched him hastily leave.

***

In my rooms I quickly washed and then opened the box. I had little time if I was to get to Church and meet my husband before the blessings.

Neatly laid out inside the box was a surprisingly pretty dress made of white satin and lace with an embroidered front panel. I gasped as I held it up to look at it properly. It was the kind of dress Black ladies wore to Church. Highly expensive, cut and sewn by a master tailor for sure.

Slightly excited I tried it on. There were no panties or bra so I guessed I was meant to go without..

It fitted perfectly and as I looked in the mirror I smiled to myself. I had never seen a white woman wear anything like it.

It had a high lace collar that fastened at the back with two pearl buttons and a convenient zip that had a long white ribbon attached. So I could zip up the back without much of a struggle.