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 Alexander Finds His Destiny.



   The battle was over.  Another Caucasian army met its doom, shattered and
destroyed by the soldiers of the African Empire.  The many cauc wounded
were being sought out and put to death by a battalion of young black boys
sent onto the battlefield for that purpose.  All African boys at the
fourteen enter special non-combat battalions called Boys Battalions and
receive almost the same training as regular soldiers.  An integral part of
Boys Battalion training involved culling the enemy wounded after a battle
and breaking captive officers.  The boys were taught to show no mercy or
compassion towards the wounded of the captured.  They were trained to
sadistically toy with the helpless soldiers trying their best to insure
death came as painfully and slowly as possible.  Following each battle cauc
prisoners were forced to watch their wounded comrades die at the hands of
young Afican boys.  The point of the cruelty towards the wounded was to
terrify the survivors thereby helping to ensure their future obedience.

   A boy sorting through a pile of lifeless caucs came upon a soldier who
was pretending to be dead.  The African knew instantly the cauc was alive.
He made a gesture that summoned several of his comrades.  The boys gathered
around the poor soldier and started sticking him lightly with their spears.
The cauc soon gave up his effort at faking death and struggled fearfully to
his feet.  The boys laughed and joked about the wonder of a dead Caucasian
coming back to life.  "Hey what shall we do with him" One of the kids
asked? "He isn't wounded." A smirking youth stuck his spear deep into the
white man's leg.  "Sure he is" the boy said.  "Look at his leg." The other
boys cracked up with laughter agreeing that the soldier was indeed wounded.
The boys quickly swarmed him stripping him of his uniform and pride.  One
of them had an idea.  He asked the cauc if he wanted to live.  The white
man nodded his head yes.  The boy lifted his covering exposing a hard black
dick.  "Prove it cauc." The boy demanded.  The soldier almost eagerly took
the African's manhood into his mouth.  The gang of black boys spent the
better part of an hour having their dicks sucked.  The white man found that
the promise of life was a lie.  The young soldiers spent another happy hour
torturing the poor foolish man.  His lingering death would be remembered by
all Caucasians who witnessed it.  And that was the point.

   When the last wounded was culled the boys formed ranks and marched back
to their camp.  The tired but excited young Africans entered their camp
singing war songs and hoisting spears that were tipped with the heads of
the slaughtered.  The soldier who had tried to fake death was impaled on a
lance carried by a naked rugged looking he-cauc named Suck Boy.  The white
man had once been a heroic legend.  Now he was but one of many battalion
slaves.  Every African youth had at least one personal white man.  A large
number of Caucasians traveled with their black lords to be available for
any and all uses.

   Suck Boy had been a captain the army.  He was handsome, charismatic and
articulate.  The white soldier that became Pussy Boy had fought like a
tiger in many battles.  He was known to have been fearless and creative and
very kind.  This was the kind of white man the African generals sent to the
Boys Battalion.  Suck Boy and the other servants were chosen not only for
their beauty but for their docility and value as teaching things.  The
African boys used the Caucasians as toadies and lackeys but that was not
all.  Their teachers had trained them too consciously and meticulously
probe the battle tested former heroes relentlessly for information and
techniques that would be useful in fighting and winning battles and wars.
Suck Boy was the personal Caucasian of the Nugera the captain of the
battalion.  It was Nugera who gave the former hero the name Suck Boy.

   Now let us return to the bivouac area the Boys Battalion The young
African's bodies were covered in blood and smelled of the stink of killing.
Energy and excitement radiated from them as they marched into a quiet camp.
Usually the general greeted them and bestowed honors and gift upon them. 
Only slaves and camp guards peopled their camp.  Disappointment spread
through the ranks.  What the boys did not know awaited them in their tents.
The first of the boys entered his tents and was startled to see two young
white girls.  The Caucasians were identical twins.  They were beautiful and
naked.  The girls knelt with their legs spread wide.  Pale delicate hands
were clasped behind blond covered heads.  He called out filled with happy
excitement to his friends.  The black boys rushed into their own tents and
found that they too had company.  Each boy found a unique site.  Some of
the sluts knelt, legs spread, hands clasped behind their heads eyes focused
on the ground.  Other Cauc girls adopted highly erotic and suggestive
poses. Many Caucasians girls were found making love with each other hoping
the discovery would excite and please their master.  It always did.

   The girls were a surprise gift from General Makamba, the commander of
the army.  The General always made sure his soldiers including the Boy
Battalions were amply rewarded after every battle.  He had handpicked the
sluts the boys would enjoy from the best training school in the capital
city.  He had kept their presence a secret until the Boy Battalion did
something to deserve them.

   The night before the battle the General went to the slut's camp and told
the little she-caucs that they were to be sent as gifts to a Boy Battalion.
He warned them of horrible punishments if the boys were not fully satisfied
with them.  The General's harsh words did not scare the white girls.  What
he said made their pussies wet and their nipple hard.  The Caucasian girls
were eager and determined to please their young black lords.  They were not
from feral stock.  Their mares were fully domesticated pleasure sluts who
worshipped the African.  The little sluts grew up watching their mares
service Africans in all sorts of sexual scenarios.  They were deeply
inculcated with respect, fear, and sexual desire for all Africans.

   The Caucasian girls were deflowered at fourteen in a special ceremony
held to honor elder veterans of the armies of the African Empire.  After
their opening the young sluts were initiated into the cult of high sexual
pleasure by advanced African trainers.  The girls learned how to
passionately and creatively use their minds and body to give pleasure to
any African who chose to use them.  The little she-caucs spent an entire
focused and disciplined year in the pleasure school before the General's
visit.  The time spent in that intense sexual training had turned even the
shyest among them into shameless and eager sluts who longed desperately to
be used.

   The boys were ecstatic when they pulled back their tent flaps and saw
the naked eager white cunts.  All the girls were petite and delicate
looking.  The use of small Caucasian girls with delicate features to serve
the black teens was deliberate.  The sluts had been chosen to ensure the
African boys would feel strong and powerful when they used them.  None of
the young warriors bothered to clean themselves before taking their new
sluts.  The submissive cauc girls soon had their little white mouths, cunts
or asses filled with dark pricks.  Groans and moans and screams
reverberated through the camp.  Many boys dragged their sluts out of their
tents and into the main fire circle.  An orgy ensued with sluts being taken
in all manners of ways.  More than a few white girls found themselves taken
in all their holes at the same time.  Other sluts were put to camp dogs or
even given to favored he-caucs.  The party lasted all through the night and
on deep into the next day.  Makamba sent each of the white girls a piece of
candy as a reward for their efforts.

   The Caucasian soldiers who had survived the battle were separated into
three groups.  The largest group held all lower ranking officers,
non-commissioned officers and enlisted men.  A much smaller group contained
the youngest of the senior officers.  The smallest group contained the most
senior officers of the defeated army.  The regular soldiers were formed up
into groups of one hundred men and made to stand in place.  The senior
officers were quick marched down the road and out of sight of the
battlefield.  They were taken to a large open corral far from the main camp
and kept there overnight.

   The smallest group of caucs departed immediately for the capital.  In
the next day or two the youngest of the senior officers would be put
through a process that all captured senior officers are eventually forced
to endure.  The Caucasian man will be taken from his comrades and led to
the camp blacksmith who will order him to his knees.  The smith will
quickly pierce the septum in the kneeling things nose.  A large gold rings
will be forced through the hole.  A leash will be attached to the ring and
that leash will be handed to an African youth of the Boys Battalion.  The
African boy now becomes the Caucasian man's master.  The boy soldier will
henceforth be responsible for breaking the white man's mind and spirit. 
Once the cauc is properly broken and trained to instant obedience the boys
will teach him to become a willing and accomplished performer for the
amusement of the African people.

   The young soldiers competed with each other in developing creative and
funny routines and tricks for their white charges to perform.  The
intention is to develop numerous degrading and humiliating scenarios for
the former senior officers to act out that will provoke laughter and scorn
from Africans and even other caucs.  It is amazing to see formerly arrogant
Caucasians passionately lending themselves to their own abasement.  Free
Caucasians wondered in awe at their once cherished heroes being changed so
quickly into groveling obsequious creatures' eager taking part in their own
debasement.  The black boy's total domination of the white men brought
great pleasure to all Africans.

   Any of the Caucasian would perform even the most shameful acts with
seeming eagerness and enthusiasm The Boy Battalions had been in existence
for over a hundred years.  During that time countless thousands of white
soldiers had been transformed by them into servile creatures.  The awesome
knowledge base of information available to the Boys Battalions concerning
the breaking and training of the Caucasian ensured that even the strongest
and proudest white men eventually submitted.  The caucs all end up a
servile lackey constantly striving to show his young African master how
fawningly obsequious he could be.  Many of the he-caucs fall deeply in love
with their masters and genuinely commit to being the best toady possible.

   The process of breaking and training a cauc officer usually takes about
five days.  When the African boys feel their caucs are truly broken and
ready to be shown in public word is sent to the general in charge of the
army who subsequently orders them back to camp.  The boy soldiers proudly
parade through the main camp.  Behind each African youth walks a naked
white man.  The caucs heads are bowed, their eyes focused on the ground in
front of them.  A gold leash hangs from each gold nose ring.  The older
soldiers pound their shields and cheer their young comrades'
accomplishments.

   The senior officers humiliating training would continue until the war
was won.  But from then on the older soldiers and camp caucs would take an
active part in it.  At the end of the war and the night before the army is
ready to begin the long journey home the Boy Battalion puts on a show. 
Each African boy leads his cauc into the main camp circle.  There in the
youth demonstrates mastery of his white man.  Prizes are awarded to the
boys who show the most creativity and emotional cruelty.  A good time is
had by all.  When the army moves out the African boys and their white dogs
and monkeys march at the head of the column.  The Caucasians are used in
victory parades and celebrations that occur in all towns and villages along
the way to the capital city.  After the last victory parade and celebration
most of the white monkeys are killed in ritual slaughters held in public
arenas throughout the land.

   Meanwhile back at the site of the battle field African warriors with
short spears patrolled the ranks of white enlisted men.  Caucasians
exhibiting the slightest pride or resistance were often killed by a quick
spear thrust.  Only those with pleasing faces were spared.  The pretty ones
not dispatched were stripped naked put in tight restraints and thrown like
fire wood into an open wagon.  Three wagons were soon filled with handsome
squirming white men.  The bodies of culled whites were quickly dragged away
by the African armie's efficient camp he-caucs.  When the last wagon was
full a signal was given and the drivers quickly departed with their cargos.


   Over five thousand caucs were killed in the battle.  Twenty thousand
defeated caucs stood before the African victors.  General Makamba looked
with immense satisfaction at the spoils of war before him.  There would be
other battles he knew.  But this was the last large army the Caucasians had
left.  Their defeated meant it was only a matter of time before the final
Caucasian city state fell.

   The General turned to his adjutant, Colonel Batus.  "You know the drill.
See to it." The senior officer saluted and departed to take charge of the
defeated he-caucs.  The General made a hand gesture; a naked powerfully
muscled Caucasian man hurried to kneel on all fours behind him.  A boy pup
threw a lion skin over the he-cauc's back.  The General not bothering to
look back sat down on what he considered his chair.  Within seconds of
sitting a naked white girl appeared to hold a large umbrella shading him
from the sun.  Another two sluts were soon gently fanning the general. 
Makamba was a true libertine as were most Africans.  He loved creature
comforts and the ability to indulge whims of all kinds especially sexual
ones.  Whenever and wherever he could Makamba indulged in a wide variety of
forms of sexuality.

   The General felt like a drink.  He called for milk.  A very pregnant
completely naked dark haired girl came to him.  She leaned over gracefully
presenting her breast.  The General lifted a tit to his lips and took a
long suck of sweet Caucasian milk.  It relaxed and refreshed him to drink
milk from a Caucasian woman.  Some of his first good memories were of
sucking the tit of a beautiful blond woman.  The woman was one of his many
mammies.  Makamba deeply relaxed enjoying suckling at the slut's tit for a
long time.  When he was finally satiated the cow was waved away.  The mare
had once been a revered princess in a kingdom destroyed many years ago by a
African army.  To Makamba she was just another useful cow.

   Colonel Batus stepped smartly out in front of the prisoners.  "You are
no longer soldiers or even men.  You are now slaves and nothing more than
that.  Accept your defeat and embrace your fate and you will be permitted
to live out your lives as slaves of the African Empire.  Resist us and your
life will be a living hell until we grant you death.  I want you to know
that the death that comes to you will be drawn out over days or even weeks.
There is no escape.  I suggest you make the best of things and accept your
new place in our world.  Become good, obedient and useful to us and we will
let you live.  You will now strip naked and stack your cloths neatly in a
pile in front of you.  Do it!" There was a small pause then the caucs began
to strip off their uniforms.  Soon all the he-caucs were naked.

   Batus was pleased.  "You are showing yourself to be submissive he-caucs,
continue to do so.  When I give the order you will turn to your left and
place your left hand on the left shoulder of the cauc in front of you.  You
will take your right hand and grab the dick of the cauc behind you and hold
it till told otherwise.  Do it now!" he commanded firmly.  The he-caucs did
as they were told.  The ex-soldiers had heard of this drill before from
stories of other cauc defeats so they were as prepared as much as they
could be for the order.  They knew they were no longer free men.  They were
now he-caucs waiting to see how they would be used by their African
masters. Some of the men cried but others felt their dicks harden as
strange thoughts and feelings percolated through them.  The reaction of the
aroused he-caucs was very common for a certain percentage of newly defeated
white men.  A group of cauc trainers watched the surrender process and made
careful note of any of the soldiers who exhibited signs of sexual arousal.
The ones who were pleasing to the eyes would be sent to camps that
specialized in training naturally submissive whites.  The result of their
training would turn them into very valuable commodities when they appeared
at auctions.

   The General was pleased as he observed the former soldiers transform
into servile he-caucs.  Makamba stood to make a fortune with his large
share of the sale of the he-caucs.  "Bring me a drink of whiskey." He said
pointing at one of his many pups.  The boy, a pretty blond thing, raced
away and soon retuned kneeling before his master head down, offering up a
glass filled with drink.  Seeming not to notice the young pup the General
took the glass and rose off his chair.  The slave pup knelt silently and
waited.  Makamba shot the whiskey down and returned the glass to the pup.
The boy quickly disappeared.

   "March these beasts to the holding pins," he said to the Coronel.  "I
wish to address our men now" The Colonel saluted and ordered the he-caucs
to follow the soldiers in charge of their group at a quick march.  They
obeyed.

   The General moved to the middle of the field.  He looked over the vast
African army that stood proudly at attention before him.  Makamba addressed
his men in a loud and triumphant voice, "You have won, my brave and gallant
warriors, a battle that will be song about for generations to come.  You
have defeated decisively the last organized large army the caucs could
field.  Complete victory will soon be ours.  I am proud of you.  Your
rewards will be proportional to your victory I promise you that.  And you
all know that I keep my word." The army broke out into a spontaneous round
of cheers and applause.

   General Makamba laughed.  "I love you my brothers.  As my first gift to
you, tonight I will send each squad fifty well trained pleasure caucs of
both sexes accompanied by serving pups loaded down with food and drinks. 
Do as you will with them.  They belong to your squad for the nest two
suns." More cheers greeted this very good news.  "The General hushed the
soldiers and continued.  "The pleasure caucs and serving pups will be sent
back to the heard after the celebration is over.  You will then purify
yourselves for three days to prepare for more war.  We will march on the
last free cauc city.  The long journey is almost over." The General paused
and then continued, "One quarter of the spoils of the cauc city will be
allocated to be divided between you." The soldiers roared their approval.
"You have earned that and more my brothers." He saluted them and turned to
the Colonel, "Dismiss the troops." With that the General walked slowly away
and into his tent.  The he-cauc chair, pups and she-caucs followed.

   The celebration that followed in the African warriors' encampment was
epic.  Hundreds of pleasure caucs of both sexes died entertaining their
masters.  Many a pup was killed accidentally or as entertainment while they
served food and drinks to their masters and the pleasure caucs.  Nobody
cared what happened to a pleasure cauc or a pup.  After all there were
thousands more in the vast herds of caucs and pups that followed the army.
All one had to do was send word to one of the pigmy riders that a slut or
he-cauc or pup was wanted and they were soon cut out of the heard and sent
forth to serve.

   The defeated he-caucs were marched five miles to special holding pens
and divided up once more into groups.  Each man was examined by a by a team
of specialist in Caucasian husbandry.  The whites went through a variety of
inspections and tests.  First they were tested for docility.  The once
proud white men were made to perform in ways that showed their judges how
humble they were capable of being.  He-caucs were made to kneel and kiss
their African conquers feet or to lick their hands like dogs.  The whites
were put to countless black dicks and asses and made to drink piss and
swallow spit.  Their judges bade them bark on command and fetch sticks and
even to suck each other's pricks.  Most of the whites obeyed any and all
orders no matter how degrading or humiliating.  The caucs knew from stories
heard growing up how horrible any punishment for even the smallest
resistance would be.  Indeed the piteous cries and screams of those who
dared move to slowly rang out all around them.

   During the first series of inspections about five hundred caucs had been
culled.  Ugly and old white men were killed without a thought.  Others who
hesitated too long or too often in their obedience were also dispatched. 
The executed white men had their heads removed.  The heads were placed on
spears and spread out through the areas of inspections.  This served to
intimidate and make more compliant the caucs who were left.

   The second series of inspections selected out the best looking of the
Caucasians.  They would be divided into smaller groups depending on many
other factors.  A few of the best looking and most docile would be used in
special breeding programs.  Others would be castrated and used as servants.
Still others would be trained as pets and used for the pleasure of their
masters or mistresses.  The future for a handsome docile white man was not
so bad if he accepted it.  Most pleasure boys are well treated and some are
even loved like good dogs or horses by their African owners.

   Turning a proud Caucasian man or woman into an eager and obedient pet
can take a long time and a lot of hard work.  As the Empire expanded
millions of feral Caucasians were taken.  There developed a real need for
ways to quickly break and train this massive influx of slaves.  A new
profession called the Trainers emerged to serve the need.  Special schools
developed all over the Africa that specialized in transforming Caucasians
of both sexes and all ages into any and all kinds of useful creatures.  A
Master Trainer can be a man or a woman and is highly valued and paid
handsomely to work with Caucasians.  Many an African man or woman became
rich and famous for their skills in domesticating and transforming whites.
A good school or private Trainer could turn any cauc into almost anything
their African owner desired.

   We turn once more to Makamba's army.  The cauc soldiers tied up in the
wagons were taken to a large fairly deep pit filled with water.  The men
were thrown from the wagons to pre-determined spots near the rim of the
pit. The empty wagons pulled away from the caucs and drove off.  The whites
were left unguarded but found they were helpless to break free of their
bondage.  Nature always has her way and before daylight all the former
soldiers had pissed and shit themselves.  The stink became overwhelming. 
The white men were ignored until late in the day.

   After the noon day sun had passed the defeated whites saw a sight that
was almost unbelievable.  A small contingent of pigmies appeared riding
towards them at a full gallop.  What amazed the white males were not the
pigmies but rather what they rode on.  Each small black man rode on the
upper back and neck of a very tall naked beautiful blond haired white
woman. On either side of a mounted pigmy ran another white naked blond
beauty.  Behind the pigmies and their mounts came a small heard of naked
handsome he-caucs.  The pigmies stopped their mounts a good distance from
the tightly bound soldiers.  The leader of the pigmies gave a shout and the
heard of he-caucs and five of the un-ridden white women ran forward to the
bound Caucasians.  It was then that the horrified whites saw that all the
he-caucs were completely smooth between their legs.

   The white women stopped in front of the bound white males and watched
while the he-caucs produced small sharp knives as if out of nowhere and
proceeded to cut the ropes holding the former soldiers.  The white men
struggled slowly to their feet.  The pigmies watched in complete silence.
When the last white man was free of his ropes a pigmies gave a loud whistle
causing all the he-caucs to immediately run back to a position behind their
masters and kneel on the ground their heads bowed in perfect submission.

   A particularly beautiful she-cauc stepped forward to address the white
men.  "I speak to you my master's words.  If you say even one word without
permission you die.  Now listen to his true words.  My master is Bringer of
Death he commands the gods you see mounted on my sisters.  Obey him and you
will live but show even the slightest resistance and you will long for
death." She paused to let her words sink into the disoriented white men's
heads.  "Your smell is offensive to the gods." She said her voice dripping
with contempt.  "Jump into the water and scrub your stink off.  Do it
quickly.  When you are clean run to where the gods are and stand before
them silently with your heads bowed and do as you are told." Another
whistle was heard and all five white females turned and raced back to their
little gods.  The one who addressed the men kissed the foot of her lord
Bringer of Death.  He smiled down at her.  "You did will girl.  Tonight you
may have your choice of the new he-caucs.  It is my gift to you." The girl
broke into a large smile.  `Thank you lord I promise you I will make a good
boy out of him." The pigmy extended his hand to the white woman.  She
licked it.

   The defeated soldiers did as they were told jumping into the water.  The
only thoughts in their minds were how to please their captures so they
could go on living.  As they washed away the dirt and smell of battle they
knew they were also washing away their old lives.

   The men were soon standing naked and clean head bowed in silent
submission before their pigmy lords.  Bringer of Death smiled.  He urged
his mount up closer to the white men.  "I am Bringer of Death.  You will
obey me as a god.  My word is your law.  I am going to take you to my
village and make you into good he-caucs.  Among the People you are less
than nothing.  You are even less than the worthless she-caucs.  Even a
little white girl will be higher than you.  If she gives you a command it
will be as if it came from us.  You will learn to grovel and wine for even
the smallest kindness from your lords or she-caucs.  Your foolish pride has
led you to this and now it is too late for you to be anything but what we
have you be for the rest of your lives.  You are the lowest of the low. 
Follow me in silence at a run." Bringer of Death turned his mount and road
off.  The white men fell in behind the heard of eunuchs following their
gods into a new world.

   After dismissing his troops General Makamba returned to his opulent tent
and sat down on one of his favorite comfortable chairs.  He ordered a
nearby slut to bring him a cock holder.  The General closed his eyes. 
Minutes later a warm wet mouth encircled and held his soft cock.  Makamba
did not know if it was a she or he-cauc that held him so gently but firmly.
It did not matter so his eyes stayed closed.

   The cock holder was male.  It kept its eyes constantly on the General
alert for any sign of a desire.  A cauc was trained to stay perfectly still
and focused when called to use.  Its task was to do nothing but hold the
prick in its mouth until told differently.  Sometimes long periods of time
elapsed this way.  Makamba loved to have a cauc hold his cock in its mouth
as he rested.  His mother had used caucs to sooth him this way since he was
a child.  Strangely, to white people cock holding was not considered
sexual; it was considered a form of relaxation.  Cock holding was common in
all levels of African society used to help Africans males shed tension and
find peace.  There was no female equivalent of cock holding for girls or
women it was after all a patriarchal society.

   Makamba finally opened his eyes and without bothering to look down
ordered a brandy.  As he sipped his drink the General luxuriated in the
pleasurable and relaxing sensations produced by a wet warm white mouth. 
The General glanced casually down at the white creature smiling when he
recognized it.  The man smiled back.  Makamba remembered with pleasure when
his cock boy had been a powerful and respected general.  The black man
patted the head of his he-slut causing the thing to let out a sigh of
pleasurable contentment.  The former general loved serving his master. 
Gone forever were all traces of the fierce white warrior who had tried to
fight Makamba last year.  What remained was a completely domesticated and
contented slave.  The man had been the youngest and handsomest of the
generals of the Caucasian nation.  Now he was but a thing existing to serve
and please its master.  Today being a cock holder was what pleased Makamba
so a cock holder the cauc was.

   Makamba made a gesture the kneeling man understood well.  He started
sucking on the black manhood in his mouth.  The General ran his hand
affectionately though the white man's blond hair and smiled.  As Makamba's
arousal mounted his large black hands took firm hold of the white head
before him and slowly face fucked it.  Finally the black man pushed his
prick deep into the white throat and stopped moving.  Makamba loved the
feel of his dick deep in a cauc throat.  One of his favorite perverse forms
of sexual excitement was keeping his cock in a throat until the thing
suffocated.  He did this at least once a week.  It was a simple pleasure
but Makamba really enjoyed it.  White pets were plentiful and more were
born or taken captive every day.  Occasionally a cauc tried to resist its
use but that made it all the more exciting for its master.

   Makamba watched the he-cauc start to turn blue.  The general did not
want to kill this one so he pulled it off his dick by its hair.  Brushing
the he-cauc aside the powerful black man casually pointed at a she-cauc who
knelt nearby.  The girl, who Mekil had named Pussy Lips, was a red-haired
beauty with deep green eyes.  Makamba smiled at her and gestured to his
hard dick.  The girl hesitated.  She knew what awaited her.  Makamba
smiled. "Come here girl." The General said softly.  "It is your turn." Fear
swept through the girl.  She had watched many caucs die for her master's
pleasures.  A pussy lip was but twenty years old and once lived life as the
spoiled daughter of a rich white merchant.  The girl had been enslaved for
less than a year and was still a bit feral.  The General knew her history
so he was not too surprised at her reactions.

   The girl looked around the large tent and saw that there was none she
could run to for help.  Finally the white slut realized she had no real
choice.  To resist her master would mean her death would take days instead
of minutes.  She sighed in surrender and submissively dropped to her knees
and crawled to him.  She kissed his feet before taking her place between
his powerful legs.  Her sad green eyes looked up into his brown eyes hoping
for mercy.  There was none.  He leaned down and kissed her on top of her
head.  She gave him a faint smile.  Makamba saw the forced and weak smile
and was pleased.  "Good girl.  Good little cauc.  I am proud of you." He
grabbed her long red hair pulling her head back as he leaned down and
kissed her passionately.  His hand dropped down to her cunt.  It was dry.
Makamba was a master at arousal and soon his fingers had the little slut's
pussy leaking juice all over his rug.  He ended the kiss and released her
hair.  The girl was panting and flushed with excitement.  "Now" he
commanded harshly "I want to spill my sperm into your belly and if you
resist me using you up today I will give you to my dogs for a week and then
I will have you skinned alive." He slapped her hard.  "Do you understand
and accept you fate cunt?" She nodded her head.  "Say it." "Yes master" she
said sadly.  "I understand and accept my fate."

   Tears ran down the cheeks of the doomed white beauty.  Her master did
not care.  Instead he leaned back in his chair.  "Take my prick into your
mouth and down your throat.  I will not help you.  I want you to do all the
work.  It pleases and excites me that you accept being a disposable slut. I
will suffocate you to death not because of anything you did but simply to
arouse my cock and spil my sperm." He casually studied the girl for a while
enjoying her inner struggle to continue to submit.  "Now" he said softly,
"Do it." Makamba felt her mouth embrace his prick.  Slowly and carefully
the girl took her masters deeper into her mouth and then into her throat.
Soon her lips were at the base of his dick.  The white girl expertly sucked
him using her lips and tongue and vibrated her throat making humming sounds
that drove him wild with pleasure.

   The girl was good he thought.  It was a shame she had to die but it
could not be helped.  "Make it last a long time girl" he ordered.  The
white beauty obeyed.  The she used all the many skills her trainers had
taught her to please Makamba.  She strove with all her might to keep him
all the way down her throat until she was seconds away from passing out and
only at that that moment did she lift her head up and let his cock pop out
of her mouth.  The girl held the black hard dick in her small hands licking
and kisses it passionately from head to base and back.  When her breathing
stabilized the red-haired beauty once again took the black monster into her
throat repeating the process for what seemed an eternity to both slut and
master.  Makamba finally had enough.  "Die now pretty girl.  Die well for
me." The she-cauc was determined to obey letting herself sink deeper onto
his dick.  Makamba was so close.  The black man felt the white girl tremble
slightly as she tried to accept her coming death.  All her instincts told
her to lift off his manhood but she fought them.  The cock stayed firmly in
her throat.  Makamba did not hold her down.  She resisted her survival
instincts staying anchored to his cock.  He felt her begin to spasm and at
that moment while there was still life in her, he surrendered to his
orgasm. Hot thick sperm shot copiously out his cock filling her belly.  She
died knowing she had served her master well.

   After he came down from his high the General saw the now dead girl's
mouth still held his cock.  He laughed with pleasure and casually pushed
her aside.  After a few minutes of relaxation Makamba motioned to two
she-caucs.  They hurriedly removed their sister from his dick and quickly
took her from the tent.  Two more she-caucs cleaned up the mess she had
made while an older pup carefully washed and dried its masters spent prick.
The red haired girl's still warm body was taken to the kennel master who
would have her butchered and prepared to be used as dog food.

   Back in the tent Makamba called the he-cauc back to him and placed his
now limp cock back in the white man's mouth.  The he-cauc held the now soft
dick as Makamba drifted into a deep contented sleep.  The cauc would stay
there until his master awoke many hours later.

   When Makamba finally roused himself he found it was almost dawn.  The
General felt well rested.  He looked down at his cock holder and smiled. 
The pussy boy looked up at him with adoring eyes.  "I have to piss
Alexander." The white man nodded his understanding and took his master's
dick deeper into his mouth and relaxed his throat as much as possible. 
Makamba let lose his bladder.  The white man was well trained and
experienced as a piss pot.  He did not spill a drop.  Makamba made a signal
and the cauc pulled away and knelt at attention.  "Get some sleep pet.  You
earned it." The white man bowed his head dropped to his knees and crawled
out of the tent and into his dog house that was always placed in back of
the General's tent.

   The Caucasian Makamba had used first as a cock holder and then as a piss
pot was name Alexander.  He who served Makamba so eagerly and submissively
had once been a general who never tasted defeat in battle.  Before becoming
Makamba's family dog the man was called Alexander the Invincible by his
people.  The white thing that was often found sucking African dicks or
being taken in the ass had been much loved by the men of his army.  He was
once held to be almost a living god by many other whites.  It was difficult
to believe that this creature was ever other than a useful lackey.

   It is now later that day.  Makamba and his wife Mekil lay in bed
enjoying the pleasures of sharing love talk.  Mekil waved over a pretty
black haired slut and kissed her.  "Pleasure my feet slut while I speak
with your master." The white girl moved down the large camp bed and found
her mistress's feet.  As Makamba and Mekil chatted about this and that the
African woman began to get aroused by the she-caucs attention.  The
General's wife stopped speaking in mid-sentence.  "I feel out of balance
husband.  Excuse me while I see to this." Makamba laughed and nodded
acceptance.  Mekil looked around the room until her eyes lit on one of her
favorite serving sluts.  "Pink Nipples come attend to my other foot." The
slut bowed to Mekil and joined her sister cauc licking kissing and sucking
their owners feet and toes.

   "Do you want some attention from our pets' husband" Mekil asked her
voice filled with sexual excitement now?  Makamba laughed.  "No my sweet I
am quite content.  I am still recovering from using that little red haired
slut last night.  What was her name?" "Oh you mean Pussy Lips.  I
understand the dogs are eating her even as we speak." His wife laughed. 
Her sluts were starting to make her pussy very wet.  "Well I hope our dogs
are as pleased with her as I was." Makamba laughed.  "Husband I want you
dick now.  Please fuck me." Mekil cried as she reached over and found her
lovers cock.  It was starting to erect.  Makamba smiled to himself.  It was
going to be a very long day.

   The happy couple played with each other late into the evening.  At one
point Alexander was summoned to suckle the Generals cock while Mekil
rested. The white boy always succeeded in arousing his master and today was
no exception.  Makamba was near another cresting of sexual enjoyment when
his wife called over a blond cunt that happened to walk by on an errand. 
"Under the chair girl and see to my husband's ass." She commanded.  The
little slut dove under his chair.  It was a special chair that was open
just enough to allow access to Makamba's black ass.  The little cauc knew
exactly what to do.  She was soon passionately licking and kissing her
master's ass and rimming his anus.  The slut and Alexander worked in unison
to please their African Lord.  He attended to Makamba's dick letting his
mouth dance all over it.  She explored their master's balls and ass. 
Makamba had spent many times already and was not sure he could again.  It
did not matter.  The African just wanted to cost on the sexual waves his
two caucs generated in him.  As Alexander and the slut pleasured him,
Makamba closed his eyes and stoked the boys head absently the way he did
one of his dogs.  The black man's mind drifted back to events of a year
ago.

   General Makamba knew he would face Alexander in battle so many spies
were dispatched to find out all they could about him.  The reports of his
spies made him smile.  Alexander had a deep submissive side to his nature.
He loved to play dominate and submissive games with both men and women. 
Makamba was told these desires were strong and deep within the white man
and could be used to destroy him.  The African general decided he would
play the ultimate dominate and submissive game with Alexander and turn that
game into something very real.

   Makamba remembered the day he rode out to a space between their armies
to speak with Alexander.  He rode his all black stallion Triumph.  The
black horse and rider stood proudly between the two armies.  He called for
Alexander to meet with him.  The white General rode out on a white mare. 
The General smiled when he saw the horse.  Alexander rode up to Makamba and
arrogantly demanded his surrender.  The black General broke into laughter.
He calmed down and looked at Alexander with amusement sparkling in his
eyes. "Aren't you a pretty thing" he said softly.  Alexander was not sure
he heard the African general correctly.  "What did you say" he demanded. 
The African smiled.  "I said you are very pretty.  You don't belong in a
uniform on a horse." Where do you think I belong "the flustered and angry
man cried.  "I should think you would be better kneeling naked on my bed
with my cock in your mouth or ass." Alexander's jaw dropped in shock.  "Why
do you pretend to be a soldier, let alone a general?" Makamba asked with
seeming sincerity.

   Alexander was completely flustered.  "Will you surrender?" The white man
demanded trying to ignore what had just been said.  "Or have you come to
fight?  Tell me your intention.  I do not have time to waste in useless
talk."

   Makamba smiled.  "No.  I have not come to surrender Alexander.  I came
to see if you were as pretty as my spies reported you to be." The African
noticed that Alexander's face turned bright red.  The General laughed. 
"You blush.  How cute.  Well you are as described, a pretty little he-cauc
worthy of being one of our family dogs."

   "You dare to mock me." Alexander yelled in fury.  "I am going to destroy
your army and then torture you for days before I take your head as a
trophy."

   "Now Alexander," the black man said softly, "I mean no disrespect.  In
fact I complimented you on your beauty.  Is that so bad?  You are very
pretty you know?"

   The white man sputtered in rage.  "You call me a pretty he-cauc worthy
of being your dog and expect me to see that as a compliment?"

   "Oh dear, I understand now," Makamba said calmly.  "You see yourself as
a mighty warrior and a powerful general leader of this large army and here
I am calling you a dog that belongs in my kennel.  Is that it Alexander?"

   Once more Alexander was thrown off balance by Makamba.  The black man
was not acting like a general talking with his enemy before a major battle.
He was talking in a soft even seductive voice as if he was seducing a woman
on their first date.  His calming voice and words and the strange and
disturbing things he was saying had an unsettling effect on the young
Caucasian general.  The poor confused Alexander did not know how to respond
or what to say.  He had never been talked to or treated like this before.
All he could do was sit there on his horse blushing with his mouth open and
no words coming out.  Makamba smiled.  "You are confused.  I can see that
poor boy.  You came out here expecting harsh and demanding words from me
didn't you?" The older black man regarded the young cauc before him with
pity.

   "I have to admit that when I first saw you riding up to me I was intent
on ordering you to surrender while you had the chance to do so.  Once the
battle starts I was going to say, it would be too late.  When you lost, and
you would have lost, I would have all the survivors, yourself included,
skinned alive.  But after seeing you up close I changed my mind."

   Alexander was even more confused and disoriented when he heard those
words.  " I don't understand you.  What are you trying to tell me?" The
white general demanded.

   "Simply this boy, I see into your heart and you are not a general or
even a man.  You are just a poor confused he-cauc who is hiding behind a
title and an army and pretending to be all high and mighty.  You want
desperately for a strong African to reach through your superficial act and
enslave you."

   "You are crazy, Alexander protested in frustration and anger.  And yet
something was stiring within him.  It was something so disturbing and
strangely exciting that he tried desperately to suppress and ignore.

   "Am I really Alexander?  Well perhaps I am wrong." Makamba said with a
shrug and a smile that only served to further exasperate the white.  "Still
I feel what I say about you is true.  And I know you know it.  What do you
feel Alexander?  I mean what do you really feel within you about what I am
saying about you?"

   Alexander honestly did not know how to respond or what he thought about
what Makamba had said.  "But he could not deny he felt aroused.  "You are
the strangest man I have ever met General Makamba.  No one in my life has
ever dared to insult me the way you just have." Makamba noticed that
Alexander was no longer raising his voice.  That was a good sign.  Things
were progressing as planned.

   "Shall I tell you about yourself as I see you Alexander?" Makamba asked
in a very seductive voice.

   Alexander was now in a state almost of shock.  What the hell was going
on here he thought to himself.  Why am I so sexually aroused by this man
and what he is saying?  This is not at all what I expected to happen.  What
should I say or do?  The black man was playing with him the way a cat plays
with a mouse and Alexander knew it but could not stop him.  I am not a
mouse Alexander told himself desperately.  I am Alexander, the fiercest
white warrior in the world.  Yet somehow doubts were creeping into his
thoughts and emotions.  And for the first time in his life Alexander felt
fear.  He also felt something else.

   Alexander felt something stirring in his soul that he had only dreamed
about in his most private and shameful moments.  With mortifying
embarrassment and in spite of his best efforts to prevent it, his cock had
grown hard.  The white man looked at the proud African general before him
and suspected the truth for the first time in his life.  Makamba watched as
a tear formed and move from the white man's eye and down his cheek.  The
black man had earlier noted the swelling of the white man's cock.  Makamba
urged his horse close to Alexander and lifted his large hand to the caucs
cheek.  He caught the tear on his finger and smiled triumphantly.  Looking
steadily into the white man's eyes, Makamba licked the tear into his mouth.

   "I don't understand any of this.  What is happening to me?" He looked at
the tall handsome black general with desperation.  "This can't be
happening. Who are you?  What are you doing to me?  Is this magic?"

   Makamba laughed and sat back on his saddle.  "There is no magic here
Alexander.  No need of it.  My family has been breaking, breeding, and
training Caucasians like you for over a hundred years.  We understand the
nature of caucs as other men understand the nature of horses or dogs.  The
General sat silently as he let his words have their effect on the white
man. "I know who and what you are Alexander and will help you fulfill your
destiny.  I promise you that."

   Alexander tried to arouse his anger and indignation but found he could
not.  Instead he just continued to look in wonder at the black man who
spoke to him so sincerely and powerfully.  "What will happen to me?" he
finally had the nerve to ask.

   Makamba smiled to himself.  It was almost done.  The cauc was on his way
defeat.  There would be no turning back.  But the General knew he still had
to proceed with caution.  There was still a battle hardened army before
him. And there was yet a little fight in this white dog,

   "You cannot fight me Alexander.  We both know that now.  Very soon now
you will become as one of my dogs.  You will follow me around my camp eager
to fetch and carry for me.  You will be a faithful and obedient white boy
for me and my family.  My children will ride on your back and my women will
trade stores about what a slut you are in their sewing circles.  Poor
Alexander you could no more attack me with an army than you could jump over
the moon.  Am I so wrong Alexander, Are you more than my dog?  Do you
really want to be?" Makamba said with his gentlest and most seductive
voice.

   There was silence between them for a long time as Alexander fought with
himself.  Makamba was content to let the confused cauc fight the internal
battle between the two parts of his nature to exhaustion.  Both armies
watched what was happening but were too far away to hear or understand. 
Only Colonel Batus knew what was taking place the General had briefed his
Adjutant the night before.  He turned to some trusted captains and gave
hurried orders for them to prepare for what the colonel knew would soon
occur.  The Colonel had handpicked a large group of warriors and prepared
them for what might occur.  None of the warriors knew the details but they
were ready to act when ordered.

   Finally in one last attempt at resistance Alexander pulled himself up to
his full height on his horse and responded.  "I am not your dog.  I am
Alexander.  You think to confuse and demoralize me with your words.  You
hope I will go back to my troops and be weak willed in the fight to come.
Well you are wrong.  I see your words for the lies they are and despise you
as an unworthy foe." Alexander cried in a rage he did not feel.  He knew
that there was something in what this black man said.  He was just not sure
how to respond.  So he pretended to be angrier than he felt.  What else
could he do?

   "I am a strong and mighty warrior and will defeat and destroy you and
all your people.  That is who I am you insolent black dog."

   Makamba sighed and backed his horse away from Alexander.  "Very well
Alexander.  If you must play this farce out then so be it."

   "What do you mean farce?  Alexander demanded, recovering a little his
confidence but still disoriented by the mix of emotions, sensations and
thoughts that were racing through his mind and body.

   "We both know your words are hollow.  Your anger is not real and you
have no ability or even intention of resisting your fate.  It is just a
matter of time.  And Alexander, I have time.  I can wait you out until you
are through with your foolish games."

   "I am not playing games Makamba you will soon learn how real I can be."
Alexander fired back.

   Makamba could see the white man's cock was still hard and pre-cum was
staining the cauc generals pants.  He enjoyed watching the red and
flustered cauc come to realization that the African was right.  Alexander
was by nature a slave.  He wanted to be a slave.  He needed to be a slave.
Makamba almost laughed, but held it back with effort.  Too much was at
stake now.  The black man knew the foolish white fish was truly hooked and
ready to be reeled in.  Once safely netted the fish would be transformed
into a dog.

   "Alexander," the black man sighed "It is time you stop this silly
charade.  We both know your words are lies.  I can see your cock straining
against your covering?  Your dick speaks the real truth.  You are rock hard
for me and what I bring you.  Your eyes and blush shows your real identify.
If you do not admit who you really are under that uniform many men will die
today.  And the results will be the same.  You will be my dog tonight and
will serve me for the rest of your life in and out of my bed."

   Alexander broke at that moment.  Alexander knew it and Makamba knew it.
The fight left the white man's eyes as he slumped in his saddle.  He knew
the black general spoke the truth.  He knew because his whole being cried
out to him that it was so.  Alexander was not a man or a soldier, let alone
a general.  Alexander for the first time knew who he was.  He was just
another he-cauc who wanted desperately to kneel before this black man and
submit.  Now tears were flowing freely down the white man's cheeks.

   General Makamba sat quietly on his horse and watched the white general
break down before him.  The armies on both sides could see something
important was happening but did not know how to intrepid what they were
seeing.  The white general had sunk into his saddle and seemed to be
crying. The black general was smiling with pleasure and looking with
intense focus at the crying mounted general next to him.

   Finally Alexander seemed to pull himself together and stopped crying. 
With great effort he whipped the tears from his face and seemed once more
the proud white general of fame and fortune he was known to be.  But he was
not.  He was changed completely and forever at that moment.  Looking at
Makamba Alexander suddenly felt small and helpless.  "What shall I do?  "He
asked the black man.  It was said with such heartfelt sincerity that it
touched Makamba.  "I can't just surrender to you.  What would my men think?
How can I explain that to my people?  I am Alexander the hope of the White
Nation.  I cannot just walk away and abandon all that I am to my people."

   General Makamba pondered Alexander's words for a few minutes before he
spoke.  "Alexander you are not abandoning your army or your people.  You
will lead them to their true destiny." Makamba said seductively.

   The way the black man had of speaking completely captivated Alexander.
He wanted to resist but found that he could not.  The young white man felt
like a virgin being seduced by an experienced older man.  In fact that was
exactly what was happening.  His seducer knew Alexander was deeply
submissive sexually and excited by extreme domination.  He secretly longed
to be used and abused by powerful men and women not just in sexual games
but in real life.  Makamba spoke clearly and seductively to that need and
Alexander responded.  Makamba intended to seduce Alexander in to
surrendering to him and it was working.

   When the General had first seen Alexander riding towards him the truth
became even more apparent.  He knew that there would be no physical battle
that day.  There would be a seduction.  This Alexander had no future other
than what Makamba gave him.

   "What do you mean?" Alexander asked genuinely confused.  But there was
now a difference in Alexander.  He asked the question seeking clarity from
this powerful seductive black man.  He was no longer resisting he was
trying sincerely to understand.

   "What do you mean master?, Alexander." The general said firmly.  "Say it
that way to me."

   Alexander hesitated.  Then he signed in resignation.  "What do you mean
master?" he asked with more humbleness than he had though possible.

   "That's better Alexander.  What I mean is that you and your people are
all natural slaves.  There is no difference in what is in your heart of
hearts and what is in any of your people's hearts no matter the sex or the
age.  You will show them the way to find their true selves by submitting to
me hear on this field.  As you kneel before me your people will begin to
understand who they are and what will become of them.  They will see and
hear the best of their general's get off his horse and with head bowed
order them to lay down their arms and surrender to their destiny just as
you have surrendered to yours.

   "I can't, please don't ask me to do that master." Alexander begged. 
Makamba was pleased that Alexander called him master so easily.  He was
enjoying this immensely and in no hurry for it to end.  The African had
felt his own cock thicken after seeing Alexander's harness pressing through
his uniform.  The end game was now starting.  The transformation of
Alexander from man to dog was the next step "You can and you will cauc. 
You are no longer to be called Alexander.  Would you like to hear your new
name cauc?" Makamba said nothing until the one who use to be Alexander
replied.  "What is my new name master?" Makamba finally let himself laugh.
"Your new name is dog.  Now tell your master what your name is and say it
loud enough for your fellow caucs and my warriors to hear."

   The cauc looked at its master with a helpless expression and obeyed.  In
a loud and clear voice he yelled out.  "My name is dog." The white army did
not know what to make of their leaders cry.  The ranks began to waver and
fear began to percolate through the white army.

   "You are learning." Makamba said with a little tenderness in his voice.
"Congratulations dog, you are now what you were always meant to be.  You
are one of my dogs" The cauc felt a rush of sexual pleasure course through
him at those words.  Without thinking the white former general blurted
out," Thank you master" And then blushed even more scarlet in shame at what
he had said.

   "It is time dog," the General said.  "Let us finish this and I will take
you to your new home.  Come with me to tell your fellow caucs to lay down
their weapons and surrender." Dog started to turn his horse towards his
army but Makamba reached over and took the reins from him.  "Alexander
dismount this horse." The white general hesitated and then dismounted. 
Makamba called to one of his officers.  The officer ran over and led the
white mare away.  "Heel to me dog." Makamba commanded firmly.  Alexander
understood the command and almost had an orgasm because of it.  "Heel dog"
Makamba said even more forcefully.  "How do I heal master" Alexander asked.
His master smiled.  "Walk just behind my left stirrup boy and do not let
your eyes leave my boot until I command you otherwise." Dog obeyed.  He
slowly walked over to his master and took his place making sure to keep his
eyes glued to his master's boot.

   General Makamba turned his horses and rode up to the front lines of the
cauc army the former general followed him at a trot..  The whites were
frozen into silence and confusion as they watched their young general run
alongside the black general horse.  The ranks saw that their leader's eyes
never left the black generals boot as he ran.  What could all this mean? 
It was not good that they knew beyond doubt.

   Colonel Batus reacted quickly and ordered his men to their stations. 
The white's eyes were all on Alexander so they did not see the horde of
black warriors moving silently up on either side of their lines flanking
them.

   General Makamba stopped in the front of the center of the cauc
formations.  He looked calmly up and down the lines.  Dog stood perfectly
still his eyes fixed on his masters boot.  "Look up at me dog." Dog obeyed
shivering in shame and humiliation but also in a haze of sexual ecstasy he
had never felt before in his life.  "Are you prepared to do what must be
done dog?" The white man hesitated for a few seconds and then gathering
himself he said," Yes master I will do as you command." Alex looked at the
men before him.  Line after line of cauc soldiers looked back.  They were
now thoroughly confused and frightened.  Dog looked at the vast numbers of
men who he had led from one victory to another for the last two years.  He
hesitated and looked over at Makamba for help.  "Do as you were told dog."
The General said firmly.

   Alex turned back to his me.  "Hear me well and obey me my soldiers.  I
have surrender unconditionally to General Makamba." The white army was
stunned.  "I am ordering you to lay down your arms now and accept defeat."
The men did not move.  "I said lay down your weapons NOW!" Alex thundered
in his best charismatic powerful voice.  The caucs instantly obeyed. 
Makamba made a carefully planned gesture and before the caucs could react
the white soldiers were swarmed by Makamba heavily armed warriors.  It was
over.  Any resistance now was impossible and doomed to failure.  The caucs
knew that and accepted their fate.

   Within a few hours the field was clear of all Cauc soldiers.  Makamba
ordered the camp's slaves into the field to pick up the thousands of neatly
folded uniforms and abandoned shields and weapons.  The caucs deposited the
remains of the once mighty army into a large train of wagons readied for
that purpose.  Eight perfectly matched well-muscled white men stood hitched
to each wagon.  The drivers were African youth from the Boy Battalion.  The
white slaves policed the field in disciplined silence under the command of
stern whip holding African sergeants.  Everyone who had been there that day
be they African or Caucasian walked around for a long time in amazement and
wonder.  The Africans were ecstatic.  The whites were reduced to a state of
frightened shock at what they witnessed.

   It was not until the last cauc had been secured and taken for processing
that General Makamba prepared to return to his camp.  After Alexander made
his army surrender without a fight Makamba took no more conscious notice of
him.  The General went to work supervising the dissolving of the cauc army.
He could forget about the white man because he was supremely confident in
Alexander's need to be submissive and obedient.  Makamba was right
Alexander shadowed his master's every move.  When the African general rode
back to camp his new dog ran alongside keeping eyes firmly on its master's
boot.  Alexander had not been told to strip so he did not.  Makamba wanted
his family to be the first to see the naked body of the former cauc hero.
Mekil would be very pleased with their new pet.  Makamba called to
Alexander to pay attention to what he had to say.  Not bothering to look
down Makamba told him what he was to do when they reached camp.

   As Makamba approached his camp a great roar went up.  His whole army
cheered their general and his bloodless victory, History had been made and
a legend was born that would live as long as Africa.  Everyone looked in
wonder and admiration at General Makamba as rode to the center of his large
and well-fortified camp.  Halting his horse in front of his large tent
Makamba started to dismount.  A hush fell over the camp as Alexander
quickly knelt straight baked on all fours.  The General dismounted his
horse using Alexander as a step.  The camp broke out in wild cheering and
applause.  Makamba's horse was led away and the African warriors gathered
in a circle around their General.  A part of the circle opened as Makamba's
wifes and sons and daughters came out to greet their husband and father. 
His head wife Mekil led the group as was proper.  She was true African
princess from a long royal line.  She was also very beautiful.  Mekil
smiled warmly at the husband she loved and knelt before him.  His family
bowed to him as was the custom.  "Husband I welcome you home." He lifted
her up and kissed her passionately.  "I bring you victory wife and I bring
you a gift.  One third of all the caucs that surrendered today are yours to
do with as you wish."

   "What of this one father?  His youngest son Batel asked pointing to
Alexander.  Who is he and why does he still wear a uniform?  General
Makamba smiled at his son and picked him up and put him on his shoulders.
"That", Makamba laughed, "is our new dog." Why does a dog wear a uniform
father his oldest daughter, Mindino, asked." It doesn't make sense for a
dog to dress like a cauc soldier does it?" Makamba looked at his much loved
young daughter and was filled with love and pride.  She was his favorite.
At thirteen she was as proud and strong hearted as women many years her
senior.

   "You are looking at the former general of the caucs once called
Alexander." The young girl gasped in disbelief.  Surely this creature was
not the terrifying white general who so many stores spoke of almost in awe.
"Can he be Alexander Father?  The young girl asked in wonder.  Alexander
still on all fours heard every word but his eyes never left his masters
boot.

   "Indeed my treasure, this thing," he said gesturing to the cauc at his
feet is the same.  He turned out not to be who he was thought to be,"

   "What do you mean by that father?" his daughter asked perplexed by what
she heard and eager to find out more.

   I will explain it all tonight at the family supper.  Now all of you go
inside and wait for me.  I have to say a few things to my men.  The family
obeyed and reentered the large tent.

   Makamba turned his full attention to his warriors.  "I am sorry to
deprive you of a battle that would have brought you much glory.  But there
will be other times and much cauc blood to satisfy your hunger for glory.
The men cheered.  "For now I am sending for enough sluts and pups to keep
you all drunk well fed and fucked for the next three days." The men once
more went wild with cheers.  "I want you to move your camp far enough away
from my family first so we are not disturbed by your celebration.  A
special camp is even now being prepared by the defeated caucs not five
miles from that large hill." He said pointing at the hill across the field.
Go there and prepare for the sluts." The men rose as one and began to form
into battle groups.  When all the formations were complete they were led at
a run out of camp and to their celebration.

   Soon the camp was empty of all but Alexander, Makamba and his family and
personal bodyguards.  Makamba looked for the first time since leaving the
filed down at Alexander now named dog.  Dog's eyes were still locked on
Makamba's boot.  "Ok boy it is time to strip away that costume and
introduce you to your new life.  Stand up and face me.  Do not look at me.
Keep your eyes on my right boot." Dog obeyed.  "Let's see what's under
those clothes.  Makamba slowly stripped the shivering former general naked.
The cauc was still hard and dripping and that pleased his owner.  His face
was also still bright red with shame and embarrassment.  That too pleased
the general.  Makamba could not help laughing.  "You are one shameless
slut. Let me see that dick of yours." He casually took hold of the white
boys cock and hefted it and casually stoked it.  His other hand pushed
Alexander's legs apart and felt the scared but excited caucs balls.  I told
you were a pretty cauc and you are.  This is a beautiful prick boy.  I
intend to have a lot of fun with it.  Have you ever sucked cock?" Alexander
turned even more scarlet and felt so dizzy that he felt sure that he was
going to pass out.  "When I ask you a question I expect an immediate and
truthful answer slut.  Have you ever sucked cock?"

   "No master", the cauc admitted so soft that Makamba could barely hear
him.

   "Speak louder boy or I will beat you.  Makamba demanded firmly as he
slowly began to masturbate dog.  "Are you a virgin slut?"

   "No sir Alexander said a little louder and with some degree of pride.  I
have had many women."

   Makamba laughed still rubbing the boys cock and balls.  Dog felt like he
was going to cum.  But Makamba stopped his movements and just held dog's
cock until he calmed down a bit.  "I don't mean she-caucs boy.  I mean have
you ever had a man in your boy pussy?"

   Dog was confused.  "What do mean my boy pussy master?"

   "Stupid cauc I mean here" he said moving a big finger up and into the
white ass.  Alexander tried to back away but Makamba held him firmly by his
dick with one hand and with the other proceeded to explore the cauc's butt.
He rubbed the cheeks and slid one of his big fingers into and out of his
virgin ass.  "This is your boy pussy dog.  This is where I will take your
virginity.  You will come to crave a black dick in your boy pussy I promise
you." Instinctively Alexander knew what Makamba was saying would come to
pass.  Dog understood he was no longer Alexander he was just one more cauc
slut who would soon lose all pride an inhibition and do whatever he was
told no matter how degrading or humiliating.  The former boy general knew
that he would love every minute of it.

   "I will not take you now slut.  I want to savor you like a rare unopened
bottle of wine for a while.  When I am ready to open you I will have you
brought to my bed and will deflower you before some special guests as a
sign of my power." Makamba said enjoying the effect he was having on the
completely conquered and submissive cauc.  Finally Makamba let go of
Alexander's dick and walked away.  Without being told dog got up and
followed his master like the faithful hound he had become.  His eyes stayed
on his master's boot.  Makamba went behind his family's large tent and
stopped.  Look up boy.  Dog looked up into his master's handsome black
face. Look over there cauc.  He said pointing to a small structure barely
big enough to crawl into.  That is your new home dog.  When you are not
attending to some duty you will always go there and wait.  This is your
kennel.  Do you understand me?" Makamba said.

   Alexander looked at Makamba and at the kennel and back to Makamba.  He
understood.  "Yes master that is my kennel.  I will always return to it
when I am dismissed from service and wait."

   "Good, now go there, I want to be with my family.  I will send for you
later.  Without another word Makamba turned away from the cauc and walked
to his tent.  The retched cauc who was once called Alexander watched the
black man who conquered him and his army without a battle.  His eyes
followed his master until Makamba rounded the tent and disappeared from
view.  The former Alexander walked over to the flimsy kennel and inspected
it.  A bowel of water had been placed next to the miserable looking kennel.
Another bowel containing what looked like table scraps sat a few feet away.
The food bowel was covered with flies.  For the first time since accepting
his fate Alexander felt sick and afraid.  What had he done?  Oh God he
thought to himself.  I really fucked this up.  Before he could think of
anything else he heard a voice.  Turning around he saw the general's
daughter Mindino approaching him.

   The girl walked up to the naked cauc and smiled.  "I think it would be
better if you go about on all fours dog." She said in a very sweet voice.
"After all dogs don't walk on their hind legs do them?" She looked directly
at Alexander and frowned.  "You are not going to be one of those bad dogs
we have to punish all the time are you?"

   Alexander was overwhelmed with his situation and started to cry as he
slid down to the ground on his hands and knees.  "Poor dog," the little
African princess sighed.  "You have so much to learn about being a good
dog. But don't worry boy, daddy said that I and my sisters and brothers
could help train you.  Would you like that dog?" He started to say
something but the black girl put her fingers to his lips and laughed. 
"Dogs don't speak human.  They wine and bark and sometimes growl.  Just
bark once for yes and twice for no.  Alexander looked up at the strange
little girl and barked once.  "Good boy" Mindino giggled.  The little black
girl held her open hand out to him.  At first Alexander did not know what
she expected.  Then it became clear to him.  Lowering his head Alexander
licked the black little hand.  He kept licking her small hand until she
pulled it away.  "Good boy.  I knew you were not stupid.  My brother thinks
you are just a brainless animal.  But I told father that you were smarter
than you looked and I would prove it.  We are going to have such fun.  I
have to go back inside and eat.  My sisters and brothers and I will be out
later to start training you.  I just wanted to be the first human you met
from our family besides father.  Go inside your kennel now dog and stay
there until I return.  She turned and skipped away leaving poor Alexander
feeling more helpless and scared than he had ever been in his life. 
Crawling into his kennel dog curled up as best he could and cried himself
to sleep.

   Part 2

   Several hours later Alexander woke to the sounds of laughing children.
He looked up from his kennel to see a large group of children walking
towards him.  Alexander thought that the African children were probably
Makamba's many sons and daughter.  The many white children were probably
their slaves.  He was right.  The black children seemed very happy and
excited as they chatted and played with each other.  He noticed that none
of the white children laughed or talked.  They walked in silence with heads
slightly bowed.  It suddenly dawned on Alexander that all the white
children's eyes were focused on the feet of black children in front of
them.

   Mindino led the pack.  She walked proudly towards him holding a leash in
her right hand.  The leash was fastened to a collar circling the neck of a
naked white girl.  The young she cauc was truly beautiful.  Her long blond
hair, deep blue eyes and lush full lips often took people's breaths away.
The slut's body made most men hard and many women wet.  Her breasts were
perfections capped with delightful rosy pink nipples.  The hood covering
her clit held a small gold ring.  Her pussy mound was hairless and smooth.
She appeared to be many years older than her mistress.  The she-cauc seemed
to be trying to hold back a little.  But Mindino would have none of it and
forcefully dragged the helpless cauc foreword.  Makamba's daughter and her
leashed cauc walked right up to Alexander kennel.

   The other black children stopped about ten feet away and sat down in a
semi-circle.  The young caucs took their places on the ground behind the
black children.  One of the African boys made a sign and a white lad
kneeling behind him scrambled forward.  The black boy lifted himself off
the ground allowing the white boy to snake under him.  The black boy
adjusted himself and sat down on the white boys back.  Soon all the black
children followed his lead and ordered the white kids to act as cushions.

   Mindino unhooked the leash and placed it on the ground.  "Go crawl over
there Tink and sit and stay." The black girl ordered pointing to a spot a
few feet away from her.  The older white girl obeyed crawling over to the
spot and sat on her haunches keeping her eyes on her owner's feet.

   "Come boy.  Heel to me," the black girl called to him as if he were a
dog.  Of course Alexander thought I am a dog now.  He roused himself and
crawled out of his kennel and went to her left side and keeping his head
down focused his eyes on her foot.  "Good boy" she exclaimed in delight. 
She patted his head and turned to the other children and bowed.  They
applauded their sister.

   "I told you I would be back later Alexander." The young girl laughed. 
"You may look at me." He looked up as she extended her hand palm up.  He
knew what was expected now and licked the palm of her hand until she pulled
it away.  He wondered why she was calling him Alexander instead of dog. 
She read the confusion in his eyes and patted his face gently.  "You are a
silly dog.  You are confused because I am calling you Alexander isn't that
right?" He barked once in agreement.  "I talked to father at super and told
him I liked the name Alexander and asked if I could name you that.  He said
I could.  So, from now on, while you will still be called dog, you will
also answer to Alexander.

   The young black girl's voice suddenly turned hard and cold.  "Hear me
now dog, don't ever think you are the old Alexander or I will have to prove
to you that you are not.  She grabbed his long blond hair and pulled his
head back roughly.  With no warning the young black girl hit Alexander with
her full force.  It stunned him.  He felt blood running from his nose; she
hit him again and yet again.  The beating continued till Mindino became
tired.  After the last slap and still holding him by his hair, the young
African girl forced the caucs head down to the ground at her feet.  She
lifted her foot and placed it solidly on the back of his head, Mindino
pressed down with all her might smashing the former general's face into the
earth.

   "Alexander I want you to understand me.  I am your mistress you are a
nothing cauc who belongs to me and my family.  You are as insignificant to
us as an old shoe or a piece of used rope.  I could kill you right now and
nobody would care.  In fact my parents and brothers and sisters would enjoy
the spectacle of me doing it." The black girl reflected on what she just
said and smiled, "Wow that is a thought," she said almost to herself,
"perhaps I should kill you after all.  I can have you skinned.  You are a
big cauc I could have you made into several dresses.  Or I can have a
saddle made from you.  Yes I think that would be fun.  I could show off my
Alexander dresses or just enjoy riding on my horse feeling you under my
ass." But the black girl thought better of it and changed her mind.  She
had other plans for Alexander and Tink.

   "Oh well perhaps I will let you live.  I can always kill and another
he-cauc and have it skinned.  I like the idea of cauc dresses and a cauc
saddle." She would talk with her mother about it later.  Perhaps she would
start a whole new fad among her people.  Mindino turned her mind back to
her original intent concerning Alexander.  She looked down once more at the
cauc under her foot and resumed the game,

   "Do you understand me now Alexander?" Mindino demanded pushing his face
even more forcefully into the earth.  Alexander barked once.  It was the
most pitiful bark he could muster.  But it was enough for the black girl.
"That's a good cauc," She said her voice once more all sweet and casual. 
She took her foot off his head.  And almost gently took him by his hair and
forced his face up so he could see her.  She was smiling beatifically as
she used her other hand to wipe away some of the dirt from his battered and
bruised face.  "Poor Alexander," she cooed.  You look so sad and pitiful.
Did I hurt my little cauc very much?" He barked once.  She smiled at him.
"Well never mind boy it was a lesson you had to learn.  Now it is over." .
"You have learned you lesson haven't you Alexander." He barked once.  "Good
now let us get back to more pleasant things," the black girl continued. 
"Father said I could use you to learn cauc genetics In other words
Alexander I am going to use you to sire my own line of caucs.  I will call
it the Alexander line.  Tink, over there will carry the first of your many
foals." She said gesturing to the naked white girl kneeling close to him.

   "Tink come." The little black girl said as if calling a dog.  The blond
beauty hurriedly crawled over to her mistress and kissed first one and then
the other of the younger girl's feet.  Tink then knelt up and spread her
legs as far as possible and placed her hands behind her head and looked
down at the feet she had kissed.  "Good Tink." Mindino said reaching down
to pat the blond head.  "Look at her Alexander.  Isn't she just the
prettiest little cauc you have ever seen," Mindino said proudly.  Alexander
barked once.  The girl's sexy beauty made Alexander's cock rise up.  Shall
I put you to her right now dog?  Alexander barked once.  Mindino laughed.
`See Tink he wants you bad" Mindino looked back at Alexander.  "Not yet
Alexander.  Soon but not yet," The children watching the show laughed.

   "Tink was given to me as a present when I was eleven." Mindino explained
too Alexander.  "Her father and mother were once the king and queen of a
large cauc empire.  Father said it is not right for a Caucasian to be a
ruler of anything.  He knows what is best for caucs so he took his army and
helped Tink and her family live lives that are more appropriate for them. I
think they are much better off being what he made them.  Tink is very happy
belonging to me aren't you Tink." Yes mistress I love belonging to you" the
white teen said softly.  "Father decided Tink's dad's was not worth much
alive but that his head could have some value.  He was so right Alexander,
her father's skull turned into a very useful footrest for mother.  I am not
sure what happened to her mother.  "The little Africa girl turned to Tink
with a quizzical look.  "Tink whatever became of your mother?" Tink looked
miserable, a tear escaped her eye.  "She is a cow maid mistress." Mindino
laughed.  "Oh yes now I remember her name's Flabby or something isn't it
Tink?" `Her name is Floppy Tits mistress" Tink said sadly.  "Floppy Tits"
Mindino repeated.  "What a funny name.  Oh well Tink I am sure it fits her
lot better than being called Your Highness." Mindino laughed Alexander saw
how miserable the white girl looked and felt sorry for her.  But at the
same time he could not deny he was excited about being allowed to fuck her
one day.

   The African child was evil.  Alexander could see that.  These people who
were now his masters scared the hell out of him.  The white man wondered if
he had made a terrible mistake.  Still something in the core of his being
was very happy to be where he was.  Mindino liked to talk Alexander
discovered and she loved an audience.

   "My Tink was not always as nice as she is now Alexander.  She was a very
bad little cauc when I first got her.  Weren't you Tink" Mindino said with
amusement.  The blond girl face turned bright red.  "I was a very bad girl
mistress.  I am so sorry." The girl looked like she was about to cry. 
Mindino laughed and lightly slapped the sluts face a few times.  "She
colors so well doesn't she," the black girl said almost to herself.

   "Usually when I ask Tink that question I give her a good hard beating to
remind her not to ever be bad again.  But today I just want her to tell you
about how bad she was and how I helped her become a good little she-cauc,"
the black girl yanked Tink by the hair and turned her still on her knees to
face Alexander.  "Tell him what you are now" Tink looked miserable and the
blush spread almost to her breasts.  "I am mistress Mindino's little slave
princess" The little black girl frowned and slapped Tink hard on the back
of her head.  "What else Tink?" the girl demanded?  "I am your piss pot and
your foot rest." "And" Mindino encouraged.  "And anything my mistress wants
me to be," Tink said with a certain resignation in her voice.  Mindino
laughed.  "You see Alexander she is for me as you will be".

   "As I was saying, when Tink first came to me she was feral and terribly
naughty.  She still thought of herself as a princess who had some worth and
power.  Tink fought me hard all the time Alexander.  I was very young" the
black girl said.  Alexander had to smile because she was still so young. 
Mindino saw the smile but decided to let it pass for now.  She would punish
him later.  "I wanted a white princess I could play dolls with but she was
very mean and stubborn to and refused to play with me until I had her
beaten a few times.  Even after all the beatings she was no fun for a long
time.  Tink got mad one day and broke two of my favorite dolls.  It made me
very angry.  I would have killed her but my parents had plans for her so
they made me keep her alive.  I through a horrible fit because I was so
young and not yet able to control my emotions.

   Mother understood I was sad and angry and needed some way to take the
edge off so she gave me two she caucs to mess with instead of killing Tink.
They were both pretty and very eager to please.  The girls had been child
hood friends of Tink's and respected members of Royalty mother explained to
me.  She said I could do anything I liked to them when I needed too.  When
Tink gave me any trouble I would call one or both girls and do awful things
to them in front of her.  The girls did not stay pretty Alexander.  It felt
so good to vent on them.  After that I had no more trouble from Tink.  I
will call them to show you one day.  I like to have them sent over to me
now and then.  Tink hates it but so what.  But I enjoy seeing their scared
up faces and fearful looks.  I think it is good for Tink to be reminded to
be a proper acting cauc.

   Honestly Alexander I still hate her for all the shit she put me through.
As soon as my parents say I can I am going to kill her.  I can use her face
for a pillow cover and I am sure I can get at least a sun dress out of
her." Tink heard her mistress's words and started to cry.  The young girl
smiled.  Mindino actually loved Tink in her own way and would never kill or
disfigure her.  But the black girl enjoyed making her white princess
miserable.  Mindino laughed.  Tink looked like she was going to have a
nervous breakdown.  The former princess turned very pale and shook visibly.
Mindino had taken her to the edge of sanity.  The African girl was actually
practicing things she had learned from her mother about mind fucking caucs
to keep them off balance and pliable.

   Mindino reached over and kissed Tink gently on the lips.  "I was just
pretending little cauc.  I am not going to kill you.  You look so cute when
you get scared and desperate I just can't help myself sometimes." Tink
through herself at the black girl's feet and slobbered kisses all over
them. "I love you Miss Mindino I love you.  Please let me prove it please I
want to always be your good little cauc.  I am trying so hard mistress
really I am" she cried so earnestly that Mindino found she wanted to
comfort her.

   "It's OK Tink I know you are my good girl.  I know you love me and the
life you live now.  You are my good princes.  And Tink don't worry I won't
beat you tonight.  In fact I am going to give you a treat later for how
good you are being." The white girl felt a wave of relief and pleasure rush
through her when she heard Mindino's words.  The African girl stepped over
to Alexander and took hold of one of his ears.  She pulled it down and once
more placed his face to the earth.  She released the ear and placed her
naked foot once more on the back of his head.  "You see Alexander Tink is
for me as you will be".

   Mekil sent a messenger to whisper something to her daughter.  "Alexander
my mother wants to have some words with you." She used his hair to force
him to look back at the family tent.  Alexander saw that Makamba and his
wife Mekil had come out to watch the children.  The husband and wife each
sat on beautifully carved chairs made of ivory and covered with comfortable
pillows and soft animal skins.  Large umbrellas held over them protected
the couple from the hot sun.  The umbrellas were held by two well-built
white men.  She-caucs with fans made sure their owners were kept cool. 
Mekil rested her feet on the back of a lovely she-cauc.  Makamba held a
young girl in his lap and was stroking her like one would a favored cat.

   "Crawl on your belly to my mother Alexander." Mindino said.  "I want you
to make it clear to her that you know your place here." Now go," she
commanded freeing his hair from her little fist and sending him on his way
with a hard kick to his back.  Dog did as he was told.  He dropped to his
belly and slithered to Mekil's feet.  When he got to her Alexander relaxed
completely and awaited her pleasure.

   Mekil let Alexander stay on his belly at her feet for a long time.  When
she felt the time was right the black woman nudged her footstool and the
she-cauc moved away and into the background to await her mistresses
pleasure.  "Take my left big toe into your mouth and suck on it while I
speak to you," Mekil said softly.  "Alexander took her brown toe into his
mouth and suckled on it like a child nursing at a nipple.  His mouth and
actions pleased the African woman.  "My husband has told me all about you
dog.  I was amazed that he took you so easily but now that I see how you
behave for your betters I am no longer confused.  You are, as my man said,
a natural submissive.  Your destiny is a noble one dog.  My daughter and
husband have decided to sire a whole line of caucs from your sperm.  Do you
know why boy."

   Alexander pulled away from her toe and barked twice.  Mekil laughed
softly.  "No need to play the dog with me Alexander.  You may speak as a
human for a bit.  Now do you wish to know why we want to have you sire a
line of caucs?"

   "Yes mistress.  I am so new at this and understand very little of what I
am experiencing," the cauc said earnestly.  "I was a victorious general
this morning and this evening I am living as a dog behind my master's tent.
Your man, my master took me and my whole army with just the power of his
words.  How is that possible?  I am awed by his ability and powers.  It is
almost like he is a shaman.  And your daughter is like her father.  I am
unable to resist her any more than I was able to resist him.  Are you as
they are mistress?" He spoke so earnestly that it made Mekil's heart soften
to him.  "I am afraid and yet so excited mistress.  Please help me to
become as you want me to be.  If my sperm is useful to you and your family
I will spill it in whoever you desire."

   Mekil almost laughed once more but held herself back.  This cauc was
indeed special.  "Alexander I am as my husband and daughter.  Indeed most
of our family has the power you have felt.  And in fact you have only
stepped a little into the ocean of what we are and will become to you and
your people.  My family, as my husband has told you earlier, has been
breeding your slave race for a hundred years or more.  We have studied and
probed and experimented on your race for so long that we are very confident
there is nothing of you that you can keep hidden from us.

   Let me tell you about your fate dear Alexander.  Your natural submissive
traits and the submissive traits of others like you will eventually be bred
into every cauc on the planet.  Your blood will be used to weaken the
spirit of your people.  In future generations Caucasians will become as
docile and compliant as cows.  My children grandchildren and your
children's grandchildren will share this world in peace.  My people will
own yours as we own horses, dogs, and monkeys.  Your people are going to be
bred to be incapable of anything but complete and total obedience to even
the youngest or oldest or weakest African.  You Caucasian will eventually
worship us as gods Alexander.

   The girl Tinker Bell will be the first she-cauc you impregnated.  Her
mother and father were the last white king and queen in the entire world.
Tink was given to my daughter as a toy many years ago.  But she is a
special toy.  My husband and I decided to make Tink an educational toy. 
Her function is much more than being an amusing companion for our daughter.
Tink's life has been dedicated to helping us educate not only Mindino but
all of our children in the fine art of understanding and training caucs. 
In the times to come you will be privileged to observe some of the ways we
use her.  You will be used that way as well.

   There is one more thing I must warn you about dog.  Her voice became
hard as Makamba and his daughter when they had something very important to
say to Alexander.  "My daughter is your mistress and will control your
sperm.  You will obey her in all things.  The one exception would be if she
orders you to have sex with her before she turns sixteen.  Always remember
that no African or cauc is permitted to have any kind of sex with any
African who is under sixteen.  A Caucasian slut may be used at the age of
fourteen but not before.  The true Prophet has decreed this and if you are
caught breaking the law you will be skinned alive.  Do you understand this
cauc?"

   "I hear and understand mistress I promise on my life to always do as you
or your family demand." Alexander said with simple and complete sincerity.
Mekil touched by the caucs sincerity reached down and lifted his head up so
that she could see his face.  When she saw how badly her daughter had
beaten him she was pleased.  He had taken a lot of pain and had not struck
back.  Alexander tried not to look directly at Mekil.  The black woman was
pleased at that as well.  But now she wanted him to see her.  "You may look
at me Alexander.  He did as she said and was impressed by her regal bearing
and her natural beauty.  He felt his cock stir up and was ashamed.  Mekil
could see in his face what was going on.  "You are getting excited by me
are you not boy, she asked?"

   "I am sorry mistress I am trying to stop myself," the mortified
Alexander pleaded.

   Mekil laughed and reached down and found his manhood.  It was hard and
warm in her hand.  It felt good to her." I like your prick to erect when
you see me cauc," Mekil cooed.  Her hand felt like warm silk as she
explored his cock and balls.  "My, you are a fine size just as my man said.
Alexander I want you to understand that you are more than a breeder or a
dog.  You are also our pleasure cauc.  You are now part of our family like
our dogs and horses.  Your sex belongs to me just as it does to my husband.
He will take you soon slut and after him I intend to make much use of you."
Alexander almost passed out from sheer confused exhaustion.  Would these
twists and turns never end?  Both Mekil and Makamba laughed as they watched
the poor dazed cauc flounder in his confusion.

   To be continued