Tinkerbell’s Reunion

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Tinkerbell’s ReunionFrom the Alexander seriesThe Reunion of TinkerBell and Floppy TitsTink woke early. The sun was not yet up. The little cauc lay quietlyon her small pad at the foot of Mindanao’s own large and comfortable bed.Her little mistress was sound asleep. Makamba’s c***dren had a specialtent where they slept apart from their parents. So except for a fewspecially trained she-caucs the place was free of adults. Tink was awarethat Makamba and his family would leave this place for their plantation inthree days. They would probably not return for at least another full year.Tink knew that if she did not see her mother today it would probably nothappen. There would be too much work to do in breaking down the camp andpreparing for the departure. It was now or never.Today was a good time to sneak away and be with her mother because mostof the African’s had been celebrating last night. Makamba and his seniorofficers had partied until the early hours of the morning. His victoryover Alexander was epic and merited a wild and memorable evening. The mostbeautiful cauc sluts and the prettiest pleasure boys were brought in toserve the sexual desires of the victors. Large numbers of pups of bothsexes acted as servants. Vast amounts of food, wine, and beer wereconsumed. It was an event that would be talked about for years.Mindino and her siblings were too young to attend the main celebration.They had, instead enjoyed a wonderful and exciting party in their own tent.It had been a long night for the c***dren as well so both family tents werefilled with sleeping people. It was doubtful if anyone would be up beforemid-day.The Goddess had smiled on Tink. Sometimes the little mistress put Tinkin a large bird cage during a party. At those times Mindino always lockedthe cage’s door. The black girl liked to pretend sometimes that TinkerBell was an exotic white bird. She had a special feather dress made forher pet and enjoyed keeping her as a bird for days at a time. The cage hada perch in it. The black girl would often have her slut sit on the perchand pretend she was a parrot or a song bird. Tink’s trainers had taughther many bird songs and the white girl really sounded like any number ofsong bird. Sometimes mistress would cover the cage with a cloth and havefriends over and Tink would fool them into thinking the cage was full ofdifferent birds. Mindino would then have the cover removed and enjoy herfriend’s reaction when they saw the cauc bird.Last night Mindino had too much fun to think much about Tink. So thismorning the white girl was able to quietly leave the tent just as the sunstarted its journey. The guards saw the little slut but paid her noattention. She was well known as Mindino’s pet-cauc and could pretty muchcome and go as she pleased.Once Tink was far enough away from the tent she started running. Thecattle pasture was a few leagues away and she wanted to spend as much timeas she could with her mother. Tink passed several long lines of he-caucs.All the caucs in the lines had large ring dangling from their noses. Athin rope connected the rings and ended in the hands of a pygmy. Thepygmies rode on special saddles fixed to the necks of extremely large andvicious looking caucs of both sexes. The giants the pygmies rode werespecially bred to be ridden and serve their little masters. The giantcaucs were conditioned almost from birth to be blindly loyal to theirriders. Any command given by their master was instantly obeyed. Themounts were expertly and relentlessly trained in all forms of fightingskills. They could kill or damage a cauc with very little wasted effort.The b**sts never hesitated or relented in the performance of their duties.The pygmies and their mounts were universally feared by all caucs. Pygmies were responsible for enforcing discipline and obedience outside ofthe African cities. They also controlled the large herds of she-caucs andpups that that were spread out around the county surrounding most of thecities. She-cauc herds supplied the Africans with an endless supply oflabor and entertainmentThere was always a pygmy present when a she-cauc whelped. If the pupdid not look right to their pygmy lord it was put down. There was noappeal. As pups matured, constant culling took place. Only the strongestand most beautiful caucs survived to breeding age.The pygmies scared Tink. But she had to control her fear if she was tosee her mother. The he-caucs noticed her but they knew better than to lookanywhere but the ground just in front of their feet. The pygmies didn’tbother with her. They had more than enough sluts available to them anytimethey wanted in any way they wanted.Tink arrived at her mother’s field just after the milking. The cattlewere grazing and her mother and the other cow sluts were where relaxing byone of the corrals. Tink did not announce her presence. There were pygmyhandlers about and she did not want any unnecessary attention. Finally hermother noticed Tink. Not seeming to acknowledge her daughter, she casuallymeandered over to a place where she could not be seen by anyone. Tinkfollowed discretely.When the two caucs where sure they were alone, the mother and daughterembraced and tears of happiness flowed. “Oh my darling, darling c***d,”her mother cried,” I prayed all night to the Goddess that you would come tome today””Mother I love you so much,” Elizabeth exclaimed hugging her tightly. Tink’s white name was Elizabeth. Her mother was named Maria; she was nowcalled Floppy Tits. Mekil had given her that name as a way of making surethe former queen would be insulted and shamed by it every day for the restof her life.”How are you my precious girl,” her mother asked.”I am well mother. The master’s family leaves in three days and I amafraid it will be a long time before we see each other again, Elizabethsaid sadly. I miss you so much. Have you seen Peter of Marsha?” They wereMaria’s other c***dren, Tink’s sister and brother.”Peter is living a few miles away. He is a servant in one of the locallord’s plantation. They castrated him Elizabeth. I saw him recently whenhe came here to fetch milk for his master. He would not talk with me. Heis too ashamed at what he has become. I tried to comfort him but he wouldnot let me.””Poor Peter he would have been a king,” Elizabeth said sadly.” And whathas become of Marsha?””She is in a brothel in the village I am afraid,” Maria said “There isno hope for either of them,” Maria sighed.” Now tell me of your life mylove? What has become of you?Elizabeth suddenly broke down into tears and cried out to her. “Motherthey are going to breed from me. I am to be covered by a he-cauc when wereturn to the plantation, I am so ashamed.” Her tears flowed so stronglythat and she could not speak further.Maria held her daughter while she wept. Both mother and daughterrealized that nothing could stop what would soon happen to Elizabeth. Thepoor girl finally stopped crying and continued her story,” The worst partis that I am to be mated to the traitor Alexander. They are going to breeda whole line of our people from his sperm. I am to carry the first one ofthis line.” Maria had heard what happed yesterday. Word had spread likewildfire among the Africans and the whites. The Africans had gone wildwith joy. The whites had sunk deeply into sadness and depression.”My love,” her mother said gently, “there is no shame or blame in whatyou do not chose freely and cannot prevent. We are no longer free. Ourpeople are s**ttered and enslaved. Your father, my husband, our king isdead. We must persevere. One day, we or our descendants will be freeagain. Until that day we must never forget who we really are. You musttell your c***dren stories of our past glory. Have them tell the storiesto their c***dren for as many generations as it takes till we are free. Never forget that we are a noble blood line of white royalty. Even beingforced into slavery will not change that.”Elizabeth cried even harder after hearing her mother’s words. “Motheryou do not yet understand. The reason they are breeding me with Alexanderis that he is what they consider a natural submissive. The Africans wantto use him to weaken our blood. They want to breed as many as they canfind like him into every strong blood lines in the white race. MasterMakamba and mistress Mekil want our c***dren’s c***dren to become less thanslaves. Their intent is to turn them into domesticated cauc a****lsOh mother don’t you see it? They want to selectively breed us fordominate traits of docility and sexual submissiveness. They intend to makeus incapable of resisting them in any real way forever. They will breedcaucs to be incapable of rebellion. In fact they want all cauc to becomesexually excited by our submission to them. They want us to become asdocile as the cows you heard. Mother I don’t want white people to be adomesticated caucs. But I am afraid that will happen. It may take five oreven fifty generations but I can see that it is inevitable.”Maria listened in amazement to her daughter. No, this could not be trueshe thought. And yet what if it was? “Why do you think it will workdaughter,” Maria asked her voice filled with anxiety.”Mother you know that for the last few years I have been the slave tomaster Makamba’s daughter. What I have not told you before was that mymaster used me and is continuing to use me to teach his c***dren how totransform our people into whatever they want us to be. I am an ongoingexperiment for them. The things I have canlı bahis şirketleri experienced over these years astheir lab rat have given me a deep firsthand knowledge of their intentionand abilities. I have listened to and learned the things he teaches hisc***dren. I have lived those teaching. They have done to me what heteaches. My entire life is the teaching. I am placed in deep trances andconditioned and carefully guide every day in ways I do not always know letalone understand. But what I do know and understand is how powerful andeffective Master Makamba’s ideas are in the reality of my life. My masterand mistress families are very intelligent and have generations ofexperience in breeding our race. They have studied our minds and emotionsthe way experts study and breed horses. They understand us very well Iassure you. If I was not your daughter, if my father had not been asstrong as he was, I would have become just like Alexander, He was born thatway but they can break almost any white man or woman and turn them intoanything they want them to be.””This can’t be true,” her mother cried.”Mother I have told you only a small part of the truth,” Elizabethcried.”They use me constantly to show their c***dren how to put caucs intodeep and long lasting trances. Once in these trances the masters can makeus believe or act any way they desire. I have been put into trance sooften that sometimes months pass before I remember that my name isElizabeth and not Tinker Bell. I hardly ever think of myself as anythingother than something that is eager to serves mistress Mindino and herfamily.I dream constantly of how good it will be to be used my master Makambaor his wife. I cannot help myself mother. They have implanted thesevisions within me during innumerable trance sessions. Master Makamba andMistress Mekil have made me unable to resist. I can never disobey anymember of their family. They have made me long to be used sexually bythem. And these are the same people who I watched humiliate and then killfather. I will never forget that day.I had been a slave in their house for a year. There was a special partythat day. It was to honor master Makamba’s victory over our people. I wasto be part of the celebration. They stripped me naked and placed a dogcollar around my neck. I was placed at mistress Mekil’s feet like a petdog. My leash was attached to her throne like chair. After about an houror more the master raised his hand and called on the Africans to stop whatthey were doing and observe what would happen next. He went to the centerof the room and faced the doors. He clapped his hands once. The doorsopened and father was led inside. He was naked and on his hands and knees.He had a dog collar around his neck connected to a leash held by a pygmy.He was taken to master Makamba. The pygmy spoke to father words I couldnot hear. My father looked up directly at me. The pygmy said somethingelse and my father lowered his head. The pygmy seemed please and pattedfathers head like a master would his dog. The little black man extendedhis hand and placed it in front of father’s mouth. Oh mother. It washorrible. Father licked his hand for what seemed like forever. Then thepygmy said loudly for all to hear,” Good boy you have done well. Hereached into one of his pockets and withdrew what was clearly a dogbiscuit. The pygmy made a signal and father opened his mouth. “Beg boy,”his little master said. And he said it the way someone does when they aregetting a real dog to do tricks. Father reared on his knees and held uphis hands like they were dog paws in the begging position.” The Africansroared with laughter. Even from where I was I could see father face turnbright red with shame. “Good boy the pygmy said, “Now speak,” his masterdemanded. Father barked. The pygmy then placed the bone in father’smouth. He immediately fell back on all fours and eagerly ate the biscuit.The little pygmy looked around the room and bowed. The Africans cheeredand stomped their feet and laughed like they had just seen the funniestthing in the world.You can imagine how embarrassed and ashamed I felt. Here was my onceproud father, king of his people performing dog tricks for his captor’samusement. Father was made to roll over on command, fetch sticks and ballsand play dead. Each time he finished a trick that horrible pygmy rewardedhim with another dog biscuit.I found out months later that the master and mistress had repeatedlyplaced father into deep trances over many months and had broken andconditioned him to act as he did. But that day I did not know. I onlyknew that I was ashamed of him. Here was my father and my king completelyand utterly degrading himself to please a pygmy. I saw our king eagerlyand repeatedly lick that awful black hand every time he was given a dogbiscuit. And father seemed to do it with genuine pleasure and gratitude.After what seemed an eternity it was over. The pygmy took a final bowand was given a standing ovation. He led father to Master Makamba feet. His collar was removed and the pygmy departed. Our master smiled and saidsomething to the former king. Father instantly fell to his belly andrepeatedly kissed and licked his master feet. Makamba finally kickedfather away and told him to kneel. He was obeyed. “Look at me cauc.” Themaster demanded, “Tell me what you desire most in the world.”In a voice that all could hear, father piteously begged Master Makambato let him be his slave. Father groveled and begged to live as Makamba’slowest dog and eat only the scraps from his masters table. Makamba and theother Africans laughed.Master Makamba told father that he was unworthy to be his slave, but hedid have another use for him. He pointed to mistress Mekil, “My wife wantsa foot rest and she thinks your head would be perfect. Would you like tobe a thing she rests her foot upon?” My father looked at Mistress Mekil andhe looked at me and then looked down at Master Makamba’s feet. “If itplease you master, I will be the thing that your wife desires” The wholeroom broke into cheers.I have never been more ashamed mother. Makamba looked directly at meand smiled in such a way that said “Now you begin to understand. Rememberthis. You are a cauc and I am your master”. Makamba turned to his wifeand smiled. Mekil smiled back. “My dear wife I promised you anotherfootrest. I hope it is worthy of your foot.” He turned to father andgestured to his wife. Go to your new owner footrest and show her you areworthy to hold her foot.” Father crawled over to mistress and kissed herright foot. “Please mistress accepts me as a place to rest your foot.” Hesaid that with utter sincerity. Mistress Mekil looked down at father andthen looked at her husband. `Darling husband there is a small problem.”What is it my dove.’ Makamba asked. “This footrest does not match my otherone.” “What do you mean my love?” “Look” she said gesturing to the thingshe rested her left foot on. Under that foot was a skull. “You see theproblem don’t you husband?” He laughed.”What shall we do? He asked sounding very sincere. He looked at theskull and then at father and then back at the skull. Suddenly he smiled.”I know. Come here footrest” he said to my father. Father crawled back toMakamba. “I am afraid I will have to make a few adjustments to you cauc.You want to be a thing that holds my wife’s feet don’t you?” My fathernodded his head yes “Well than I will see to it.” With that he pulled out asword and cut fathers head from his body. He lifted the severed head byits hair and took it over to mistress. He smiled at her and set fathershead down before her chair.” Here is that better my love?” Mekil smiled. “It is perfect my husband. Thank you for your generosity.” He bowed to hiswife, ” I promised you this so long ago my love. I always keep my word.”The room broke out in wild cheers. “Try it my wife and see how it feels.”She turned to me and ordered me to remove her shoes. I obeyed. Themistress smiled sweetly at me as she placed a naked foot on the top offather’s head “It’s skin needs to removed and it needs a a good polish butyes it will do nicely.” She said to her husband. “Thank you dear heart Iam very pleased with your gift.” She turned to me and caressed my cheek.”Is it not wonderful, Tink? Your father has found his place at last,” Shesaid it as if she was telling me something that should make me very happy.The Africans in the room broke into another round of wild cheers. Ifainted.The next time I saw father was several weeks later. Mistress Mekilsummoned me to the great hall. The mistress was sitting on the thronechair. She told me that she had a surprise for me. She pointed to thefloor and I saw her bare feet were resting on two human skulls. “The skullunder my right foot is Caesar, dear Tink. He was once the ruler of apowerful kingdom. It was the first to fall before my husband’s army. Caesar has held my foot for many years. But he was lonely. So I asked myhusband to find him a worthy companion. Look under my fight foot and tellme who you see.”I looked and saw another skull. I started to shake.” Mistress smiled.”Tell me who he is Tink.””Is it my father, mistress, I asked?She laughed and looked at me the way she does when she is playing with acauc that is intensely suffering for her amusement. She has played with melike that more times than I can count. She can look and sound so sweet andseductive that it never fails to intoxicate me, even when she is doing themost awful things canlı kaçak iddaa to me. She is the most horrible and wonderful person Ihave ever met in my life, mother.”Yes Tink. It is your father. Shelaughed,” He cleaned up rather good don’t you think? I knew you wouldrecognize him. See how perfectly he fits with Caesar? Isn’t it wonderful?I finally have my matching set of footrests.”I nodded completely dazed by what was happening. I felt tears start towell up in my eyes. I thought I had adjusted to father’s death but seeinghis skull resting under her foot shattered my mind. Mistress saw what washappening. “Now Tink, you mustn’t be sad. Remember how badly your daddywanted to be a thing I place my foot on? You do remember don’t you Tink?”I nodded my head in agreement. ” So don’t be sad little cauc. You shouldbe happy. Your daddy is at last where he was born to be. Now look at himwith fresh eyes Tink. Doesn’t he make an excellent footrest?”I knew what I was expected to say so I said it. “Yes mistress, fathermakes a beautiful footrest. I am very happy for him.” I said it with asmuch joy and excitement I could put in my voice.The mistress gave me one of her most seductive and inviting smiles. “Iam pleased at your response little cauc. She made a hand motion and anaked serving she-cauc approached and knelt before the mistress head downand offered up a serving tray. Mistress reached over and took a smallchocolate candy. She turned back to me and said. “Kneel at my feet byyour father Tink and turn you face up and open your mouth and stick outyour pretty little tongue.” I obeyed.” I have a reward for your goodbehavior today little slut. I am going to place this candy treat on yourtongue but do not swallow it until I tell you too.” She placed thechocolate on my extended tongue and I did not move.”You are a very good little cauc, Tink.” She cooed. “Now I need to askyou something important. Would you like to help your father be the bestfootrest possible for me?Trying to make sure I did not drop the treat I slowly nodded my headyes. Mistress seemed to glow with pleasure at my performance. “Dear Tink,”she said with a tone and inflection that almost sent me into trance, “Ilove using your father I really do, but the poor boy gets very dirty and Iam afraid he can’t clean himself. It is so sad Tink. He wants so badly tobe used. And I love the way he feels under my foot. But my foot deservesa clean footrest does it not?” I nodded my head yes. “You would not wantyour mistress to place her beautiful foot on something dirty would you?” Imoved my head carefully side to side to let her know I did not. “So Tink Iwant you to help your father. I want you to keep him clean enough toalways be worthy of my foot. Can you manage that my little slut?” My headmoved slowly up and down. “I hoped you would feel that way, she respondedhappily.”From now on I want you to be responsible for your father. You willbring him to me when I call for him. You will retrieve him when I am donewith him. You will clean and polish him and keep him ready for my use anytime of the day or night. You can do that can’t you Tink,” she said inthat seductive soft voice of her? “It won’t be too much work for you?I had been trained and tranced enough by then that my head moved slowlyfrom side to side without me consciously being aware of it. The mistressbeamed with pleasure.” I am glad Tink, because I was about ready to throwthe poor thing into the garbage pile”. Her smile disappeared suddenly. She leaned over to me and said with a voice as cold as death, “If you failme Tink I will make you suffer. Do not disappoint me. Do we understandeach other?” I moved my head up and down to show her that I understood. She studied me for a while longer saying nothing. I tried to look happybut my face was aflame with intense shame. She saw that it was but I couldsee that she was not displeased. She liked that I was ashamed, it gave herpleasure. Her warm smile returned as suddenly as it had left and her voicebecame soft and seductive once more. “You have pleased me, Tink. I amproud of you. You may taste and swallow your chocolate now. You haveearned your treat.” I obeyed. The chocolate tasted really good.Mistress was not done with me mother. She clapped her hands and a smallnude white boy came forward holding a large box. “Your daddy is so helpfulTink. Mistress cooed. “He knows you will have to keep him clean for me sohe has left you some present.” Mekil gestured to the boy who opened the boxand set it in front of me. “See what your sweet father gave you dear Tink”she laughed gently. I looked in the box and lifted out what I thought wasa bag made of doe skin. It had a very life like painting of father’s headon it. I told the mistress it was beautiful.”I am confused mistress. You said my father made this for me. I don’tunderstand.” Mistress looked at me the way one looks at a c***d. “PoorTink I forgot that you are not terribly bright. It is not your faultlittle cauc. You are after all the sire of a rather stupid line.” She saidit like she was trying to comfort me. “Never mind I will explain it. Thatbag was not made by your father baby cauc. That bag is your father orrather some of you father.” She laughed like it was the best joke in theworld. It was made from the skin of his back. Isn’t it the most preciousthing Tink?”I knew she expected an answer. “Oh yes mistress it is. Daddy looks sohandsome. Thank you so much.” Guess what goes in the bag Tink?” sheprompted. I suddenly understood. “Daddy” I cried out in what I hopedsounded like joy. The mistress clapped her hands. “Bravo Tink there ishope for you after all. Now look what else your daddy left you.” I had toact like everything I took out of the box was a gift I really wanted. Thenext thing I found was a pair of sandals. “Look at the quality of thesandals Tink.” Mekil said.” Are they not beautiful? I examined the sandaland yes they were made well and were quiet beautiful. I acknowledged thatto my mistress.”I am so glad you like the. I had them custom made for you. I haveseveral more pairs for you when these wear out.” She had me put them on andmodel them for her. I was eventually allowed to finish exploring the restof the contents of that horrid box. The box contained a small skirtanother gift for me and finally several leather rags to be used to polishfather’s skull. I now understood that everything in the box had been madefrom father’s skin. But I had to make her believe each present was thebest present I ever received. We both knew how much I hated what washappening but it did not matter. Reality means nothing to them mother.Mistress Mekil kept me with her for hours that day. She placed me inmany trances and by the end of our audience I genuinely believed that daddywas exactly where he wanted to be and that he was very proud of me takingthe responsibility of helping him stay a clean and useful convenience forour mistress’s foot. In the days and weeks to come mistress made me feelgenuinely happy and even proud for father. I felt so pleased that he hadbecome a thing for mistress Mekil to rest her foot on when it pleases herto do so.”Mother look at my sandals.” Floppy Tits looked down and saw thewell-made leather sandals that covered her daughter’s feet. Her mothergasped. “You don’t mean” her mother cried out. “Yes mother they aredaddy. But mother do you know what even worse?”” What could be worse than this? Her mother asked. Tink for somereason found herself smiling. “The worst thing is that I really lovewearing them.” Tink said it with a certain pride and sounded like a girltalking about how she felt about a lovely pair of designer shoes. “Mistress Mekil has made it so I am obsessed with my sandals. I need towear them and when I put them on I get a sexual thrill that almost makes meorgasm.”Floppy Tits looked at her daughter in horror. “Do you realize what youare saying? How can you mean that Elizabeth? How can you enjoy wearingshoes that are made from your father? How can you stand to tell me thatyou get aroused wearing him? Oh God what have they done to my littleElizabeth? Floppy Tits broke down completely and fell to the ground inanguished sobs. Tink lifted her mother to her feet and waited for her tocalm down. “I have more I have to tell you mother. Try to listen. It isimportant you hear and try to understand everything I tell you.I keep father in a small box next to my bed mother. I clean and polishhim every day. I do it with no feelings of sadness for him. It shames meto admit this to you mother, but you must understand the truth. My pussygets very wet when I am cleaning and preparing father for use. It getseven wetter when I am called to bring him to her.I will never forget the first time I had to bring father’s skull to mymistress at a party and place him at her feet. I almost had an orgasm whenshe put her bare foot on him. The mistress made me stay at her feet nextto father for the entire night. At some point in the evening, she orderedme to bring her something. When I got up to do it mistress laughed. Therewas a large puddle on the floor where I had been kneeling. The other guestsoon noticed it and the party broke into wild laughter. I turned brightred as I walked through the room to bring my mistress what she desired. Iwas so wet and excited that my juices leaked out of me leaving a wet trailon the floor to mark my passage. I returned to her and gave her what shesent me for. I forget what it was. I then knelt in canlı kaçak bahis my place on the floorin the puddle of my shame for the rest of the night.I know they used and continue to use their trances to make me feelintense sexual excitement when I am humiliated or shamed. But knowing itdoes nothing. I cannot stop myself and believe me I have tried. I haveoften heard the master tell his c***dren how important it is to use thecaucs sex to eradicate or implant a behavior. Many times just before I amto be shamed or humiliated master will orders me to try to resist the powerof the sexual sensations and feeling I will experience. I always fail tobe able to resist for more than a few minutes. He has me try to resist sohis students can observe my efforts and their results. As I said, I havenever been successful. My little mistress and her siblings enjoy mystruggles immensely.Now do you begin to understand how powerful they are mother?” Elizabethhad been lost in the telling of her story and had not noticed her motherreactions. When she finished the little cauc saw that her mother hadturned very pale. Maria had managed to maintain her pride and dignity allthrough her captivity. She had always been a source of inspiration to manyof the other white she labored with her. Maria had always held on to thedream of freedom for her people. But what her daughter was telling hermeant that her dream would never become reality.If in fact there was no hope for her blood in the future what was thepoint of resisting now? If she was no longer Queen Maria who was she? These thoughts filled the white queen’s head with helpless dread. Mariaknew that what Elizabeth said would come about. Her masters will indeeduse the once royal blood of her family for their own purposes.Elizabeth would be put to Alexander and impregnated in a few short days.His submissive blood would enter their blood line and the slow butinevitable transformation would begin. Others like Alexander or even worsethan him would be bred into the mix as the generations passed. Any of herdescendants who showed strong will or pride would be culled. Sooner orlater her blood line would only be capable producing domesticated caucs wholived to serve and please their African masters and mistresses.Maria stood silently pondering her daughter’s words. She thought deeplyof the many ramifications of this new knowledge. And then in a flash ofinsight the white woman saw clearly her real condition. She was not Maria,a queen in exile. Tink’s mother understood truly and deeply who she was.She was Floppy Tits, just another worthless she-cauc who tended hermaster’s cows. The fire in her that had inspired so many other whites diedthat day and would never be reignited.Mother and daughter fell silent. Tink and Floppy Tits held each othertenderly. Tink felt the shift in her mother. She knew that Maria was nowgone forever. That realization made her cunt wet. Suddenly Tink awokefrom the trance she had been placed in this morning. She now understoodthat she had been allowed to see her mother. In fact seeing her mother andtelling her what she did was part of a larger plan. But who placed her inTrance? Makamba and Mekil had been celebrating all night. It could nothave been them. Then Tinker saw the truth. Mindino had been the author ofeverything that happened today. She had placed the white girl in a deeptrance and sent her to Maria. Little Mindino was the one who developed theplan to drain Queen Maria of all hope for the future and sink her into abottomless pit of despair. When Tink finally understood how she had beenmanipulated and used to destroy her mother Tink could not help but smile.Perhaps Mistress Mindino would reward her with a piece of candy when Tinktold her what happened. The white girl now knew that she would be questionintensely when she returned to her mistress. Tink looked at her mother whowas sobbing quietly and said nothing of her insights. The cauc who hadonce been her mother was no longer important to the white slut. Now thatshe had delivered the message another set of buried instructions kicked in.Tink pulled away from Floppy Tits and ran over to the nearest pigmy. Thelittle pigmy was sitting astride agiant gilding resting from the heat ofthe day under the shade of a tree. Tink dropped to her knees and placedher head to the ground and waited to be recognized. The pigmy noticed herand was a bit annoyed at having his rest disturbed. “Rise cunt. And speakwhy you bother me.” Tink stood up and kissed the little god’s foot. “I amTink the thing that belongs to Mistress Mindino the daughter of GeneralMakamba. There is a slut called Floppy Tits in your heard.” I know thecunt you speak of. What is the message?” he asked. Tink smiled and lickedthe god’s foot. “My mistress wants her to spend a week in the dog kennelsstarting today and she wants her son and daughter to be responsible forkeeping the dogs fed and the kennels clean during that week.” Tink told himwhere to find her sister and brother and explained that a not affirmingeverything she said would be sent to him before the day turned to night.The pigmy knew who Floppy Tits had been and had heard of her daughterTink who was kept as the Generals pet. He understood enough to appreciatethe intent of what would was to happen to the former queen and herc***dren. The pigmy would enjoy telling this story to his family andfriends.Floppy Tits was in shock when she saw her daughter betray her to thelittle god. “Sara” cried her mother. “How could you do this to me?” Tinkturned to her mother and laughed. “Mother I told you how cruel they areand what they are capable of making me do. This was their way of showingyou a little of what that means.” The pigmy rode over to the white cow maidand looked down at her. “Am I going to have any trouble with you cauc?”Floppy Tits forgot about her daughter when the god road over. “Shedropped to her knees trembling with fear. “No trouble master this slut isa good slut. No trouble honest master. ” The pigmy was starting to enjoyhimself. “I saw you talking with this little pig” he said sternly. “Cowsluts don’t talk to anyone without permission.” Poor Floppy Tits knew shewas in for it. “Please god the slut is my daughter.” “I don’t care who sheis cunt. You keep your mouth shut around other caucs that are not cowsluts. I won’t have a she-cauc break discipline in my heard.” The littleman yelled at her. “I am going to make an example of you that none of mycunts will ever forget” Floppy Tits was so scared she peed. The pigmy sawthe pee pour out of the terrified bitch and pool at her feet. “You poorstupid cauc” he laughed looking at her with contempt. “You can’t evencontrol your bladder. It amazes me that something as disgusting as youcould have once been a queen. Go to the kennel master and tell him you areto be used by the dogs for a solid week.” “Yes master” Floppy Tits cried “Iwill. Please forgive me master.” The little black man spit in her her facewith contempt. “We never forgive cauc you should know that by now.” Tinkenjoyed watching her mother being treated so callously. The white girlfelt her sex juices running down her legs. The former queen’s daughter hadone more trick to perform. “Master” she called to the god. “He turned tolook at her. “There is one more thing that my mistress desires. May Iwhisper it to you?” He motioned her to him. He lent down and heard whatshe had to say. He smiled and returned his gaze to Floppy Tits. “Beforeyou go cauc I want you to go to your husband and tell him how handsome helooks and then kiss him goodbye. ” The white woman looked confused.”Master my husband is not here.” The pigmy and Tink both laughed. “Show hergirl” he said to Tink. Tink went over to her mother and smiled sweetly. “Daddy is here mother and he wants to say hello. She turned around andbent over. The former queen gasped in horror at seeing her husband’s facecovering her daughter’s ass. “Doesn’t daddy look good mommy” Tinkercooed.” He keeps me so warm and dry. Tell him what the god told you totell him now.” Floppy Tits understood what she had to do and did it. “Youlook so handsome my husband. I am glad you are permitted to be so close toour daughter.” She leaned over and kissed her husband’s lips. The pigmylaughed and so did Tink. “Now cauc get your ass over to the kennel” hethundered. The former Royal tore her gaze from the skirt that us to be hermuch loved mate and raced away. The pigmy turned and looked at Tink aftershe straightened up. “Tell your mistress I will personally make sureFloppy Tits is well used and I will make it my business to make her lifeeven more miserable than it has been for as long as I am here” Tinkersmiled and said she was sure her owner would be pleased.Mindino and her mother had been watching Tink from a distance evenbefore the slut woke up. Well really their slaves watched her and woke themother and daughter when it was time. The African mother and daughter hadcarefully observed everything that happened. What transpired between Tinkand her mother was an elaborate project set up by Mekil to test herdaughter’s knowledge of advanced hypnosis and Caucasian psychology. Mekilhad closely supervised Mindino’s manipulation of Tink. The black girl hadplaced Tink in a very deep trance the day before and programed her tobelieve her mistress’s wishes were her own. The game had played outperfectly. Mekil was very pleased. She hugged and kissed her daughterafter Floppy Tits fled to the kennel. “You did it. Tink was perfect. Iam so proud of you daughter.” Mindino beamed with pride. “Call your petover here and wake her up so we can enjoy her reactions when she realizeswhat she did.” The little black girl laughed and whistled for her pet.To be continued

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