Post Colonial Redhead

I felt it when I woke up.  The collar.

It was around my throat, a pink dog collar with a steel ring attached.  It had my name on it, sort of.  “Slut Caiddy” in stainless steel.  It had been waiting for me.  One for me, one for my sister, a training collar.

Training in the sense that it was an external reminder that I was a slave to my Hindu master, being trained in my place as his property and in his keeping.  When I have internalized and accepted this in my body, mind and soul, I will beg for the tattoos like my mother possesses, to permanently mark my body as Masters……..property.

I shivered.  My pussy ground itself against the hot firmness of Vivek’s hip,  My eyes opened and I saw something that made last night real, not a nightmare born of desire and frustration, but a thing that happened.  I lay on one side of Master Vivek, my mother’s Hindu owner.  She lay on the other.  All of us were naked.

I whimpered.  My mouth tasted of cum, not just Vivek’s.  My pussy and ass would bear similar flavours as his seed was deposited in each.  Thank god I am on the pill, because he didn’t use protection.  Mom said she had stopped taking her pills as Master Vivek wished to breed all of us.

I was grinding against Master Vivek’s hip just to think that.  He talked of us like we were his pets, animals to be trained to please him, bred at his pleasure with no thought at all to the morality of seeking to own an entire white family as your sexual toys.

I slid a finger down into my sore and stretched pussy, and then brought it back into my mouth.  I could taste HIM on it.  His seed.  His thick Hindu seed in my pussy, as I had tasted it from his cock, as I had tasted it from…..NO!  I can’t remember that.  Not that!

It was too late, I was remembering last night in all its glory and depravity.

Mom had caught me masturbating to the film of her being used in all holes, even made to drink Master Vivek’s pee as he made her confess her love, her need for every depraved thing he did to her.  He told her she was his property, her and all her line.  As in….me.  I came when he said that, and mom caught me.

Meeting “Master” Vivek was the single most awkward thing I have ever done in my life.  I was angry, embarrassed, excited, nervous, TERRIFIED, and curious.

He was an attractive man, dark skinned, well-muscled but not bulky.  His eyes were like two dark pools that my own blue ones seemed to fall into when I tried to meet his gaze.  I found my eyes dropping from his, and GOD then I was looking at his crotch, the….thing….. he used to turn my strong proud feminist mother into his submissive plaything, his marked property.

He chuckled, and I felt the blush rise to my cheeks, flaming red, it covered my upper chest.  My nipples were also growing hard as I thought about the things I saw him do to my mother, and the way she was practically floating on air the entire trip here, to see HIM.

Mom gave a very low curtsey, and I found myself echoing it, a curse of extensive ballet training.  This was the curtsey you gave to the Royal Academy examiners, a hold over from how you greeted the senior nobility from our English past.

Vivek graciously took one each of our hands and bid us rise, he inspected us with glowing eyes and a warm smile and I found myself moving into a ballet pose almost instinctively framing and holding for his inspection.

He nodded.

“I have something for you, something very special, but I will not put it on you.  You will have to do that yourself if you feel you are ready”

He handed me a box.  Inside the box was a pink leather collar, a dog collar.  Slut Caiddy was graven on it in shining stainless.  I reached inside for my feminist outrage, and as I turned to hurl it in his face, he gave a tug to my mother’s hand and she flew into his arms.

She wrapped herself around his body and kissed him, hard.  Her hands were everywhere roaming over his body, yet his were only at the small of her neck, cupping her face to him, and with his other hand, brushing a stray lock from her face.

She kissed  him with such wanton devotion, such addiction, that I felt myself heating up, almost against my will.  He let his fingers stray into her long red hair, so like my own, and then grabbed a hold of it and bent her backward, breaking their kiss.

He cupped her breast as he kissed down to her neck and she moaned and ground herself against his thigh, with one leg wrapped around his, as he smiled and reluctantly stood back, shaking one admonishing finger at her.

“Jan, Jan, my most devoted mleccha slave, you forget yourself.  We have a guest.  You must let me properly greet your daughter Caiddy”

With that he simply extended a hand to me, and instead of hurling the collar in his face, I found myself taking it.  He tugged me into him and his lips settled on mine for a kiss.

How do you describe it?  You know the old joke about white girls and pumpkin spice?  It was like that.  Dark, rich, somehow filled with the hint of forbidden secrets you know will damn you but know you will seek anyway.

I had dated jocks before, muscle bound gods who were sure their physical perfection made them the be all and end all for women.  They kissed trying to batter you into submission with their physical power.  Maybe it works among the gay muscle daddy set, but with girls, honestly, not so much.

I was prepared to resist a face rape, I was prepared to resist a masculine attempt to beat me down.  What I was not prepared for was a Hindu Master.

He let me feel his desire.  He explored my mouth casually, sensually, softly.  I could feel the fire in his blood, feel the sexual urgency in him, but it was controlled, muted, just beyond sight, just a shadow in the background.

I felt the way my body was responding to his kiss, the way I was melting into him, and when he failed to attack, failed to assert himself, I felt the sudden rush of curiosity; curiosity to explore what he was hiding from me.

I let my tongue slip into his mouth.

One hand on the small of my back, that is all he touched me with, and his mouth, but I caught fire.

His tongue danced with mine in his mouth and then mine, his hand casually cupped my ass cheek as I wrapped myself around the thigh my mother was not already trying to dry hump, and soon I was whimpering into his mouth as I tried to suck his tongue down my own throat.

My hands were tangled in his hair, pulling him into my face, and I could hear my mother laughing, feel her hands raising my shirt behind me to unclasp my bra. I wasn’t sure what was happening, I wasn’t sure what I was doing, I was only sure that I wanted this kiss more than anything else I had experienced in life.

He broke it, shifting his body square to me, he raised his head to stare down at me, something that as a short woman usually pisses me off, but with Vivek just made him loom above me like some sort of dark deity looking down upon a supplicant.

With his hands he raised both mine above my head, and without a word mom lifted off my shirt and bra.

I opened my mouth to object, but Vivek drew both my arms behind my back for mom to hold, and he leaned down to kiss my forehead.  His voice stilled my objections before I could make them coherent.

“Now pet, this is too much for you.  I know, I know.  Your mother was the same.  I will not let you rush, I will make you go slow. You will be made to wait, to experience this fully, to commit to it fully, to not only consent to it fully but to beg for it with all humility before anything else will be allowed to happen, do you understand?”

He said this as he kissed my cheekbones, my nose, my jaw, never letting my lips capture his.  A sharp ringing slap to my left breast caught me short.  His voice was stern now, commanding.

“Caiddy, do you understand?”

He meant it, I would not even be allowed to kiss him again until I agreed.  It would go no further until I committed.  I could not let this happen, I had to ask for it.  I was being denied my chance to claim I was ravished or forced, I was being forced to admit to myself that I wanted this to go further, or it ended now.

“Yes, I understand”

Mom’s hands cupped my breasts, tweaking my nipples causing me to arch back into her as her lips nibbled my ear and whispered.

“Yes Master Vivek, when you address your Hindu Master, my beautiful girl”  Mom whispered

Vivek brushed his lips against my bottom lip, moving back before I could kiss him, and he repeated his question, softly, while capturing my eyes with his own, somehow burning dark orbs.

“Caiddy, do you understand?”

I felt a sudden flood of heat to my groin, my panties suddenly very warm and uncomfortable.  I heard a roaring in my ears as my blood thundered through me.  It was like listening to a stranger when I said to him in a trembling voice

“Yes Master Vivek!”

Before I could think about what I had just done, his mouth was on me, his hands were on my flanks, pressing me to him and he kissed me.   I have never melted into a kiss before, that was something for bad romance novels, but I melted into him, melted and caught fire.

Mom held my hands behind me, I could feel her tying them with my shirt as she kissed my neck and shoulders from behind.  It was a good thing because I would have been clawing at Vivek, pulling his body closer against mine.

Instead he slowly kissed his way down to my ears, nibbling and kissing, then my neck, my collar bones. I tried raising my breasts to his lips, but mom kept tweaking my nipples and rolling them in her fingers, not letting me arch enough to force them into Vivek’s mouth.

He kissed across my shoulders, running his hands around my shoulders, my shoulder blades my arms to the elbow.  He explored my body slowly, making each centimeter of skin his lips grazed send shivers of electricity to my nipples and ever dampening pussy.

He bent me back by my hair, and my mother supported me as Master Vivek claimed my breasts.  There is not other word for it.  Each was taken in his hand, the power of his hands was amazing, lifted and his thumbs grazed my nipples as his mouth claimed mine again.  He kissed me as he worked my breasts with stronger and rougher hands than my mother’s.  Then he bend down and took them in his mouth, first sucking, then biting my nipples.

It was only because both of them held me I did not fall down.  I fell in other ways.  I came for the first time in my life without any clitoral stimulation at all.  I shuddered and shook, screamed as I came.

Master Vivek’s eyes bore into my own as I came and he whispered

“Never hide your joy, your orgasms belong to me.  They are mine.  I will bring them from your body at my will in numbers you cannot imagine.  I will bring them from you because they are mine as you are mine.  You will be made to cum until you cannot think, until you cannot speak, until you cannot do anything but beg.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Master Vivek!”  I screamed as he twisted my nipples and held me through the last of my climax.

I hardly was aware of him sliding his arm under my knees and scooping me up to carry to the bed.  I felt it when he removed my yoga pants and damp panties.  I felt it as he began to kiss my toes, his hands on my ankles as he kissed each little toe.  His hands wandered over my calves and he kissed the inside of my ankle.  He stroked and caressed along the lines of my muscles, tracing them, sending fire racing towards my pussy.  I spread my legs, or at least the one he wasn't holding, in mute invitation to my needy pussy, but he ignored me to continue his exploration of my body.  His hands lifted my leg up straight and he kissed behind my knee.  His tongue played over it wickedly and I felt a surge in my pussy.  He took my other ankle and raised both my legs straight to either side like a great V.

My mom held them in place, she had undressed and knelt naked on the bed behind my head, holding my ankles up and my legs spread for her master.  Vivek caressed the inside of my thighs, chuckling as I attempted to raise my pussy to his hands when he brushed the tops of my thighs, but any contact would be at his will, not mine.  His lips trailed his hands, tasting the sweat from my inner thighs, his breath trailing over my pussy.

"Whose pussy is this Caiddy?"  He asked quietly

I was a free woman, a proud woman, I was not giving in.  "MINE"  I shouted

"Such a pity, if I owned it, I would devour and ravish it, I would subjugate and take it beyond the limits of what your white mind could accept.  That is something only the Hindu may teach, but since you are not Hindu, you may only learn it if you beg to be my property, as your mother did, as your mother knows"  Vivek said smugly.

He raised  my ass with his strong hands and began to slide his tongue down my ass crack.  His tongue began to trace around my tight pink asshole.  My helplessness only made it hotter, and he took his time.  He began to push into my ass, each circle ending with a little spear inside until my sphincter bean to yield to him.  Soon I was moaning.  Mom tied my ankles into long silk scarves that ran to the center of the headboard and with her free hands began to play with her breasts and pussy while she watched her master Vivek eat my ass.  He was a master at it.  Soon his tongue had opened me, and he was drilling my ass, making his tongue dance inside me, making me writhe and thrust back at him, desperate for more.  He began to work his fingers into my ass, and talking to me.

"Such a niche white ass, suitable for Hindu cock, designed for Hindu cock, but not deserving of it.  You don't deserve this Hindu cock at all, not being my property yet.  Because of the love I bear your mother, I might allow you one taste of its touch if you begged me prettily enough"  He said, as if it were the most reasonable thing int he world.  I wanted to rant and rave, wanted to tell him to fuck off, but just then he withdrew his thrusting fingers until they just rested inside my tight pink ring, a hairs breadth away from withdrawing. In a panic he would stop, I broke and began begging.

"Please Master Vivek, please fuck me with your Holy Hindu cock, please fuck my unworthy white ass!"  I felt the rush to my pussy as I began to beg.  I only intended to ask the once, a token submission, but once I started I could not stop.  It was as if a dam broke inside me.

"Please fuck me like you fucked my mother, please make me your white bitch"  I begged as I saw him offer his hard cock to my mother's mouth.  She took him in her mouth and wet him fully, then pouring lubricant on it and working it in.  Her own hand guiding his great head to my puckered pink hole, she used her own fingers to work more of the lube into my asshole..  Her white hand around his shaft, she held him as he eased slowly past my stretching ring, hearing me whimper.

Vivek held, then slowly began to rock, gently easing bit by bit into my ass.  My mom poured lube on his cock as he partially withdrew, then leaned forward to home with a long shuddering thrust.  I could not breathe.  He began to move slowly, so slowly, as my ass stretched around more cock than I had ever had in my ass.  I could see how he broke mom.  He was patient, as patient as he was potent.  He thrust slowly until he could feel me start to thrust back, then matched me thrust for thrust.  Soon he was teasing me, my orgasm would approach, and he would slow, pause, until I was begging.

"Please let me cum, please Master Vivek, let me cum!"  I begged him.

"No.  Free white women are of no interest to me.  I have claimed your mother, she is a natural born mleccha, a born slave for my Hindu cock.  She has proven herself as worthy to be my property.  You have defied me and I question your worth for my holy Hindu seed.  You must prove your dedication before I will reward you"

He thrust again and again, bringing me to the edge, but holding me back.  I almost came anyway, but he grabbed my nipples and pulled so hard I lost it, just short of orgasm.  Finally I begged.

"Anything master Vivek, anything, just please fuck my white ass, please fuck me!"  I begged and I meant it.

He began thrusting, different now, hard slamming, almost punishing thrusts, his balls slapping against my ass.

"You will collar yourself, acknowledging yourself my slave"  He grunted

"Yes! Yes!"  I squrimed my hands free of the binding T shirt behind my back and took the box from my mother.  She opened it and helped my buckle the dog collar on my throat.

"You will take my seed in your mouth, in your pussy, in your ass whenever I choose.  You will eat my seed from my cock, or from whatever hole I deposit it in, or from the floor if some chances to spill, do you understand?"

"Yes, god, YES MASTER VIVEK!"  I screamed.  On the edge of cumming.

"You will stop taking birth control.  I told your mother, I have claimed her and her line.  I will breed you all and bless you with strong Hindu children.  You will be mine for all time"  He snarled as he pounded my ass.

"Yes, yes yes GOD YES MASTER!"  I screamed as I came.  Oh god I came like never before.

Mom unfastened the scarves from the headboard and my legs wrapped around Master Vivek as he came down to crush my lips beneath his in a kiss of pure passion.  He pulled his still hard cock from my ass, and  moved up the bed.  Mom grabbed my hair and pulled me to him, but I already knew what to do.  I took his hard cock in my mouth and sucked him clean.  He tasted of my ass, the lube, and his precum.  I felt how hard he was and knew I must have him in my pussy.

I lapped at his balls, and begged him.  "Please Master, please fuck my white pussy, please give me your pure Hindu seed!"

He was sucking on my mother's breasts as she offered them to him while I sucked his balls.  He patted my head like an indulgent owner with a puppy and chuckled.

"Prepare to receive your Master"  The line should have sounded cheesy, but  I felt myself blushing, as if receiving the greatest compliment ever.

He put my mother beneath us, her mouth below my hips, her hips below my face as I knelt on all fours above her in 69.  He spanked my ass hard on each cheek, as if sensing I was beginning to seek some Christian guilt/shame objection, and his Hindu will accepted and acknowledged no place for it.  He slapped his hard cock against my clit and puffy lips and I felt a whimper escape me.  He lined up his cock, rubbing it up and down my slit, and I pushed back against it, forcing him into me.  He drew back before me, allowing me to push in only half his tip, then pushed forward to ram the first half of his cock home in a rush.  I felt my tits bounce along my mother's belly as he rammed himself in me, and my breath gusted out of me as I felt HIM fill me.

He began to fuck me like trotting a horse.  His cock drilled a little deeper with every thrust, and it was on the edge between pleasure and pain as he expanded my pussy to accomodate his girth.  His cock grew thicker in the shaft, even more than the head, so I kept stretching.  I felt mom's tongue dance on my clit as she sucked and lapped at my pussy and his cock where he entered me.  I came the first time as he began to thrust full depth into me.

He kept fucking.  How to describe it?  Ever been caught outside in a thunderstorm?  One of the ones where the nigh shatters with lightning then the sky and  earth shake with the thunder, all the while you are lashed with rain like whips.  That was what being fucked by Master Vivek was like.  Being taken by the storm.  He was Indra, god of storms, Shiva lord of creation and destruction, Vishnu dreaming my submission into reality.  I came under his cock and my mother's tongue again and again.  I would have begged him to stop if I could speak, but I could not.  I buried my face in my mother's pussy.  Maddened by sensations I could not contain, i drove my tongue into her as he was driving into me.  I knew what I was doing was wrong, but when I threw my head back to scream a final time from another orgasm, when I came down I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it as earier I had sucked his cock.

I felt him cum in me.  I felt him grow thicker, his thrusts ragged, his breath caught and he grunted as in six shuddering thrusts he emptied himself into me.

Pulling slowly out of me, he allowed me to collapse upon mom as he let his cock fall into her mouth for cleaning.  We crawled to the top of the bed, Vivek between us to sleep.

Waking in the morning, remembering what had happened, what I had done, what had been done to me.  I reached for my outrage, my feminist rage, my white pride, my Christian guilt.  All I found was my collar.  My slave collar from my Hindu master.

I was free now.  Awake, aware.  I could run away and pretend this never happened.  I could deny everything, forget.  I looked at Viveks dark ass.  I caressed it.  Kissed it.  Kneeling between his legs, I began to part his cheeks, and let my tongue play over his ass the way he had over mine.  I felt him wake, and push back into my face as my tongue began to push into him.  I heard him wake my mother with a kiss.  The two of them kissed passionately while I drive my tongue into his ass.  For about ten minutes I worked his ass, my hand stroking his cock as he grew hard.  Then he stood up, and I knelt behind him to continue rimming his ass.  Mom knelt in front of him to suck his cock.  Her bearing his permanent marks, me in my training collar, well on the way to my own total submission to my Hindu master.

He came with a roar, filling my mother's mouth before he pulled out to blast the rest over her face and tits.  He grabbed us both by the hair and drew our faces together.  We kissed, swapping his holy Hindu sperm between us as our breasts mashed together, stuck by his hot Hindu sperm.  He laughed loud and long as we giggled.

"Come now my fine white Mleccha.  You have made it very hard for me to piss, and must be punished.  To the bathtub for you."

Here I was, naked beside my mother in the bathtub, mouth open like a baby bird at feeding time, looking into the dark eyes of my strong Hindu lord, my Master Vivek as he prepared to clean the Hindu cum from our soft white bodies with his piss.  Pissing on his property, his slaves.  As I took that hot burning bitter fluid into my mouth and skin, I swallowed, taking it inside me forever.  I had no words to describe how I felt.  Mom was hugging me and we kissed.  Master Vivek knelt beside us both, and when the shame for what I had done reared up within me, a cum covered, piss stained, incestious betrayal of every feminist principal I held true, he reached out and held us to him.  A strong hug, pressing our filthy skins to his clean Hindu perfection, accepting us, claiming us, loving us.

"Caiddy, Jan, I am so happy to own you both.  You are my perfect Mleccha slaves.  Others may see you, may desire you, but your pussies, your ass will be for me alone.  I own you, but i am a jealous god, and I will covet and possess you for myself alone.  You and your line are my property, now and for all time"

I was smiling, crying, so relieved.  I would be marked as my mother was, for I accepted in my heart and soul, I was owned as she was.

"I love you Master, I love you mom"  I cried as we hugged.