Sunday, October 11, 2015

The New World: Honky Express

The New World:  Honky Express
By Sir Kinyon

    Slave 21 is owned by the Honky Express Bike Messenger Service.  The Honky Express was the first of it's kind after the institution of white slavery, and now it boasts the largest distribution system of it's kind in the country, with offices in every major city in the US. With the help of clients like Amazon.com and Netflix, it rivals the efficiency of both FEDEX and UPS.
    As it speeds through the small town streets Mansfield, Texas, slave 21 tries to fight off thoughts of nostalgia and of it's old life.  It needs to stay focused.  Slave 21 was born Brandon Anders right here in Mansfield. That was 27 years ago.  At the age of 23 Brandon had been arrested and enslaved for nonpayment of child support. He was bought at the local municipal auction by the messenger service and went right into training.  At that point Brandon Anders ceased to exist and a new slave was created.  It's official name was Mansfield Honky Express # 21.
    Slave 21 pedals through the painfully familiar streets completely naked except for it's collar and back pack. It has long overcome any feeling of humiliation or embarrassment about appearing naked in public.  Such is the life of a slave.  It's training was complete in that regard. As it pulled up to the law office of Andrew Miller, slave 21 parked it's bike and entered through the gray metal slave door which was just a few feet to the side of the ornately carved mahogany main entrance.
    Walking up to the door, the slave paused to take a deep breath and steel itself for what it knew was to come. It walked through the door and waited to be acknowledged.  After about 10 minutes of standing at attention in a small, featureless room, a curt black woman came in and told it that Attorney Miller was waiting in his office.  "Don't touch anything." She told it.
    Slave 21 took the time to take off it's back pack and put it in the corner.  As it entered Mr. Miller's office, it went straight to it's knees.  Mr Miller, a tall, slim but muscular black man, looked quite dapper in his charcoal gray suit.  Of course he ignored the slave for a few moments before acknowledging it's presence.  He was scanning some files on his desk.  "Get over here and suck my dick, boy." He said without looking up from his papers.
    "Yes, Master"  Slave 21 said and in an instant, it was on it's knees between Mr. Miller's legs.  It gently unzipped the man's pants and pulled out his surprisingly large dick. He looked at it in awe.  The slave had serviced large dicks before but this one always scared it a little bit.
    "Suck it, bitch!"  Mr. Miller sounded a bit agitated.
    "Sorry, Master."  The slave said nervously and then completely engulfed the huge penis in it's well-trained mouth.  Mr. Miller threw his head back and moaned,  Instinctively, he brought his hands down and grasped both sides of the slave's head.  Within seconds, he was thrusting his 12 inch dick up into the boy's mouth and down it's throat.  The slave, for it's part, tried desperately not to choke to death while at the same time trying to remember it's training and give the man as much pleasure as possible.
    Then, without warning, Mr. Miller grabbed the slave by it's blond Mohawk and yanked it head back.  Then he stood up with the slave in tow and then threw it face down on the polished mahogany desk.  Then the slave felt a sharp pain as if something was tearing it's asshole open.  Mr. Miller had unceremoniously rammed his dick into the slave's asshole...balls deep.  
    Mr. Miller continued to pound that slave's ass for what seemed like an eternity, then he suddenly pulled out, leaving it's hole gaping.  He then grabbed the slave and manually flipped it over onto it's back.  He pushed the slave's ankles toward it's ears, exposing it's already battered and bruised asshole.  Miller then plunged his huge dick back into that welcoming hole and continued his assault.
    It was a painful experience for the slave, but it's training held.  The Messenger service had not only put the slave through rigorous conditioning training that allows it to ride for miles and miles without stopping, but it also went through extensive sexual training as well.  The owners of the messenger service know that their slaves will be used for the sexual satisfaction of their clients, so they wanted to make sure that the sexual service was top notch.  Even though the slave was in pain, it remembered to push out as the man pushed his dick in and then to squeeze tight on the out stroke.  This gave his user the most pleasure possible.
    During this intense fucking, Mr. Miller's large black hands had crept up and closed around the slave's neck.  Even though it knew that this was coming, the slave is terrified.  As the man's vice-like grip tightened around the slave's neck and cut off it's air supply, the slave could feel it's panic level rise.  It also knew however, that for this particular client, the choking meant that he was about to cum and the ordeal would be over soon.  And true to form, just as the slave began to feel as it was about to lose consciousness, Mr. Miller began to grunt loudly.  The grip grew tighter and the slave's eyes began to bulge.  Then, with one last brutal thrust, Mr. Miller plunged his huge member deep into the slave's already brutalized asshole and held it there as he shot rope after rope of thick hot cum into the slave's gut.  The slave used it's well-trained sphincter muscles to massage the man's massive meat as it pulsed.
    With a shudder, the man's orgasm began to subside.  Only then did his grip on the slave's neck loosen. When Mr. Miller  pulled his dick out of it's hole, Slave 21 slid smoothly off of the desk and to it's knees on the floor.  It used it's mouth to thoroughly clean the gigantic muscle that had just plundered it's asshole. 
    "The package is on the table." Mr. Miller said dismissively and he pulled his pant's up and went back to his reading.  Not even bothering to look up at the slave. Just like a man would use a screwdriver then ignore it until it was needed again.
    Having been dismissed, Slave 21 retrieved the package from the side table and returned to the small room through which he had entered the building.  Off to one side, almost hidden, was a slave maintenance station that included a shower equipped with an enema nozzle.  Since the institution of white slavery, most businesses had these slave maintenance stations installed in slave areas to avoid having their customers exposed to such unpleasantness.  Slave 21 was used to the routine, so it put the package in it's back pack, cleaned itself out using the enema nozzle and left.  On to it's next destination which was across town at another lawyer's office where it would undoubtedly be used in much the same way.  Slave 21, the former Brandon Anders, is nothing more than a cog in the wheel of a thriving slave based society.  It knows it's place.  It knows it's function.  It knows that there is no going back.



The End
      

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