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Slave
(Tony Slade)

The fire kindled inside her body built in intensity the longer she fought against the pole that felt like it was steadily creeping up inside her threatening to spit her like some chubby black suckling pig. Mr Evans had set himself a deck chair to the side and puffed on a long stemmed pipe as he watched every second of her suffering.

"I doubt you will make much at auction," he chuckled, "I'm considering buying you myself if your price remains as low as I'm anticipating."

Nafula opened her eyes then slowly shook her head, she couldn't even imagine what it would be like to be the first mate's property.

The chubby man grinned. "I see the idea appeals to you, slut." 

Nafula shook her head more vigorously, she wasn't worried about his punishment any more, after all what more could he do to her, and the captain had already declared that she should remain unmarked.

"When you are my property I shall brand you of course. My mark upon your cheek, don't worry that it will spoil your looks, I actually think it might improve you." the first mate grinned then sucked on his pipe. The black girl wasn't as ugly as he was maintaining, not a beauty for sure, but not unpleasant to the eye, it turned him on to see the small flashes of distress that she allowed to escape from behind her docile expression. His words were hurting, and that always made him hard.

"Your tits are so small that you could be mistaken for a man." he stood and drew on his pipe, then stepped closer as he lowered his voice.

"So small and pathetic that they do nothing to enhance the look of you." he reached out and placing a finger beneath a saggy little lump he lifted slightly as Nafula looked down. "I think when I own you I shall enjoy cutting these things off." Nafula's eyes widened, her fear immediate and very real.

"Yes slut, you know I will do it. Slowly though. I think first I will split one of these thick nipples. Place the edge of my blade on the top then draw slowly watching it carve this black button in half. That I shall do to both, then I shall leave you to heal. When you are completely well again I shall tie you tight, then with my blade, and on different days I shall slice both of these thick black nipples off, it may amuse me to feed them to you. Regardless, over the space of many weeks I shall slice and carve these worthless tits... and I shall enjoy your screams."

Nafula shuddered, he had placed the bowl of his pipe against her breast, it wasn't quite the intense heat of the glowing tobacco, but the radiation still caused her to flinch and gasp.

"When you are mine I shall push this pipe up your worthless cunt, then, simply for my own enjoyment I shall put the stem in my mouth, and as I watch your face I shall blow, and fill your smelly hole with burning embers. Oh yes sow, you will squeal then like the pig that you are. You will belong to me, your meaningless life will be mine, and as my property you will be disposed of when your screams cease to amuse Me." he moved his face closer and tipping the pipe he edged the glowing tobacco closer to Nafula's nipple. "I won't buy you to breed, I won't buy you to work. I will buy you to suffer. And when you have given me my enjoyment I shall allow you to entertain me one last time. Do you know what you will do for me?" Shall I tell you?"