White Bitch Chronicles: Episode 9: The Colony
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Note: The black males in this episode have sex with black females and white males and females of all ages.
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The Colony
My name is Boy Primo. I was given that moniker because I was the first Boy born in the Colony. Not the first male, you understand. The first Boy. That was way back in 2023, I'm in my early thirties now, and I've witnessed a great many changes here at the Colony.
Here's a copy of my Certified Pedigree on file at the Colony Health Center. (As instructed, I always carry a facsimile in my backpack):
Name: Primo
Number: 20230001
Whelped: 02/07/2023
Owner: Sir Reuban
Sire: Boy Noel, of Boy Buel and Girl Louise
Dam: Girl Virginia, of Boy Steven and Girl Jillian
It's nice to see the names of my daddy and grandparents. They were among the first settlers in the Colony.
You see, The Colony was founded in 2020 by the visionary Sir Reuban, who wished to establish a compound where Black Sirs like himself would be free to enjoy life surrounded by their bitches, and to indulge their sexual appetites with them, without interference from bleeding heart liberals who still held to the fiction of racial equality. By then, Sir Reuban owned many bitches: Girl bitches, both white and black, white Boy bitches, even whole families of bitches. My daddy and grandparents were part of one of those early bitch families. According to family lore, Sir Reuban once worked for my grandfather, Boy Buel, in his car dealership in Nebraska. Of course, that was before Boy Buel was enlightened, before he and his family became Sir Reuban's bitches. A couple years later, Sir Reuban acquired another white bitch, Boy Beauregard. When they met, this Boy was a wealthy rancher in Texas with over 200 head of prime beef cattle and over 200,000 acres of pasture. He was in his fifties, a widower with no children. Sir Reuban explained to him that he was probably impotent because white males are not endowed with the necessary equipment for successful breeding naturally. Gradually, Boy Beauregard came to see the light and became one of Sir Reuban's bitches. Of course, Sir Reuban thereby acquired all of Boy Beauregard's assets, just as he had already taken ownership of my grandfather's car dealership. So now, Sir Reuban owned a ranch.
He immediately moved all his bitches from Nebraska down to Texas, where they were put to work as ranch-hands. Since he owned them all, they were a much cheaper work force than the illegal aliens, whom Boy Beauregard had used. As a result, the ranch grew even more prosperous, and Sir Reuban began to branch out into other business ventures. Some other Black Sirs moved in, and Sir Reuban gave them some of his bitch property. Of course, all black Sirs were free to make use of all the bitches for sex. Using the ranch house, outbuildings and former migrant cabins, situated in the center of his acreage, Sir Reuban established the Colony. He hired a contractor to enclose it with a tall steel stockade. Now he could run the Colony in the proper way. Bitch Beauregard had already moved into one of the migrant cabins and became the foreman of the ranch he had owned.
All white male bitches like my father and grandfather and Beauregard were called Boy, and as soon as the stockade was complete, Sir Reuban established that all these Boys would be naked at all times while within it. If they had business which took them outside the stockade, then they would stop in the locker room next to the gate and retrieve the necessary clothes to venture out. The black Sirs in the Colony were encouraged to expose their cocks as they went about the Colony. This served as a constant reminder to all the Boys of why they could not possibly be considered men. A girl bitch of any age, either black or white, was free to wear dresses or skirts within the stockade, but not pantsuits. In this way, any Sir could simply take her as she passed by, lift her skirt up pull down her panties, and fuck the bitch. By the way, this attire could also be worn by Boy bitches who self-identified as female. Girl white bitches were fitted with IUDs when they approached puberty. This was a very strict rule. The breeding material of the two races could not be mingled. Black bitches could be bred to produce more Sirs, but if white female bitches were bred like that, only half-breed mongrels would result.
When I was about four, our owner Sir Reuban ordered I should have a sibling. Girl Virginia was told to bring me with her to the Health Center, so I could learn how I had come into this world. My mother and I were sitting on the examining table when the registered nurse, a black female bitch, came into the room and reviewed my mother's records.
"According to your chart, Girl Virginia, you should be in estrus now. Is that correct, Girl?"
"Yes, Girl."
"And so far you've had one pregnancy, Girl?"
"Yes, Girl. My son, Boy Primo here."
"Ah, yes, the first Boy bitch born in the Colony. How are you, Boy Primo." I blushed. She told me I could help. "Girl Virginia, you may leave your blouse on, but take off your skirt and panties. Boy Primo can hold them for you until we're finished."
After my mother sat down again on the examining table, her bare ass next to mine, the door opened and in walked a naked Boy bitch. Boy Lawrence had just turned nineteen. He was tall, blond, and very muscular. His only body hair was a small blond pubic patch. His dick was cut and typically miniscule. On his butt was stamped a message "Off limits. Reserved for breeding. Do not excite." The nurse explained to my mother, "Having studied the records in the Health Center, your owner decided you and Boy Lawrence would make a good breeding pair for producing a new white Bitch." He sat his bare stamped ass down on the examining table on the other side of my mother. He smiled at her, then at me, then at the nurse.
"OK, Boy Lawrence. You know why you're here."
"Yes, Girl."
"And you followed the directions to refrain from ejaculating?"
"It's been two weeks, Girl."
"And of course, you know you won't actually be fucking Girl Virginia."
"No, of course not, Girl. I'm a white bitch Boy. I made my confirmation last year. I know I don't have a cock big enough to fuck a pretty little thing like Girl Virginia here. That's the job of the men in your race, Girl."
"Good, then let's make ourselves a new baby Bitch." The nurse took Boy Lawrence's little dick and began masturbating it. He leaned back on his elbows and closed his eyes. He said, "That feels wonderful, Girl."
"Doesn't matter how you feel, Boy. We just want to get the job done."
When Boy Lawrence was fully erect (I would guess about 9 cm.), the nurse handed me a foil package with her free hand. "Would you open that for us, Boy Primo?" I tore it open and handed her the condom. She rolled it on to Boy Lawrence's dick and continued massaging it.
"Oh, oh, oh," said Boy Lawrence. And then he shouted "Yee-owwww!" and the condom began filling with his cum. The nurse continued to pump him as he delivered multiple loads. Finally, he shot his last load. As his dick began to shrivel again, the nurse carefully removed the condom, twisted the end closed and handed it to my mother to hold.
The nurse took a microscope slide and a pipette from a drawer. Then she dipped the pipette into the condom my mother was holding. She put a drop of cum on the slide and placed it under a microscope which projected the image on to the screen. "Well looky there," said Boy Lawrence. "They sure are squiggly little swimmers, ain't they." He was right. I saw the sperm madly darting all over the screen, trying to find the egg which wasn't there.
"Yes," said the nurse. "They look very healthy." I saw my mother smile. "OK, Boys," the nurse continued, "give this Girl some room." Boy Lawrence and I hopped off the bed. My mother lay down and pulled her knees up to her tits. Boy Lawrence and I looked at her pussy and grinned at each other. The nurse removed my mother's IUD and took an AI gun like they use on the ranch and filled it with Boy Lawrence's cum and all those wiggly little sperm. She stuck it way up into my mother's vagina and shot it. Mom didn't go all gaga like she does when I watch the black Men fuck her. That AI Gun was way skinnier than even a white dick. "All done!"
"That's it, Girl?" asked Boy Lawrence.
"Yes, Boy, we're all done. In nine months, you'll see a new little baby bitch in the Colony and you'll know you made it." Boy Lawrence giggled. He smiled at my mother, then turned to leave. "No, wait a minute, Boy. One more thing." He stopped and looked at the nurse. "Bend over and put your elbows on that counter, Boy."
"Whatever you say, Girl."
The nurse took a brown bottle from the cabinet, opened it, poured a little on to a gauze pad and began wiping Boy Lawrence's butt. "This is the solvent we use to remove that stamp."
"Shit, I forgot it was there, Girl."
I watched her remove the message. "Now that you've been bred, you won't be off limits for fucking. Get ready to have your ass cunt plowed again, Boy." He giggled again and left. "Boy Primo, you can go with him. We want your mother to lay still a while and let those sperm do their job."
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It was only by chance that I was the first Boy bitch born in the Colony. Several other white Girl bitches were also pregnant, but I was born slightly premature. I guess I was in a hurry to assume my role as a good little Boy bitch for the Black Sirs of the Colony. So when, soon after my half-sister was born, I started going to pre-school, there were enough kids my age to make a class. All the school classes in the Colony are integrated: white Boy bitches in the same class as the girl bitches of both races, as well as the Black Sirs our age. Sir Reuban didn't believe in racial segregation. It's better for the bitches to learn their place early. So there we were in Girl Harriet's class, naked Boy bitches, Girl bitches in dresses or skirts, and young black Sirs with their cocks sticking out of their flies. When we started going to school, all the bitches were given backpacks to carry our snacks and our crayons and our copies of our pedigrees. In addition, the naked Boy bitches carried towels to sit on. Oh, and of course, we also carried extra snacks and crayons for the Sirs. And, oh yes, we were given dildos as toys to play with and we carried those in our backpacks also.
Our teacher, Girl Harriet, with a Master's degree in Early Childhood Education, taught us our numbers and our letters and our colors (especially black and white, brown and pink). Every day, after our snacks, she paraded us to the bathroom. I've seen bathrooms in the outside world, so I ought to explain how bathrooms inside the Colony are different. Boys and Girls and Sirs all use the same room. On one wall are urinals with a sign above them that read Sirs. There are also a couple of toilet stalls with walls and doors for the Sirs to use when shitting. On the opposite wall are a line of toilets with no walls marked Bitches. When Girl Harriet taught us to use the bathroom, she instructed us Boy bitches to always sit down to pee, just like the Girl bitches, except we didn't need to pick up our skirts. We could watch the Sirs stand to pee and they could watch us all sit. When the Sirs our age needed to shit, they could do so in privacy, because it's embarrassing for a Sir to be seen sitting on a toilet. The bathroom was designed to reinforce the lesson that black Sirs and white Bitches are different.
During play time outside, we all ran around together and played tag and took turns on the slides and swings; we Boy bitches sat on our towels so our bare bottoms could slide down the slides, and so our bare bottoms wouldn't get burned on the hot metal swing seats. As kids do all around the world when at play, Girl Harriet's class often imitated their elders in their play. The little Sirs would pick up the Girls' skirts and pull down their panties to "fuck" them. If the Girls cried, Girl Harriet would gently comfort and reassure them and then hug them and hold them while they gave their pussies up. She helped them learn that their pussies were there for the Sirs to use. The young Sirs would also use us Boy bitches. Girl Harriet taught us to suck cock. And of course, we were often leaned over the monkey bars to get our asses "fucked." Once while we were caught up in our imaginative play, I grabbed little Girl Susan and lifted her skirt. Sir Robert, who was my age, hollered at me. Again, Girl Harriet was there to offer gentle correction. "Boy Primo, is your skin black?" Humbled, I shook my head no. "Do you wear clothes?" Another no. "Do you stand up when you pee?" No again. I took out my dildo and began sucking on it for comfort. "Sweetie, you're a white Boy, so of course you are a bitch just like Girl Susan and me. You will never be able to fuck like a black Sir."
"I'm sorry, Girl Harriet."
"That's all right now, Boy Primo. Now apologize to Girl Susan."
"I'm sorry, Girl Susan."
"Very good, Boy Primo. Now apologize to Sir Robert."
"I'm sorry, Sir Robert. I forgot my place."
"Fuck you," Sir Robert said.
"I think that's a very good idea," encouraged Girl Harriet. "Sir Robert, would you like to fuck Boy Primo's mouth cunt or his ass cunt?"
"Mouth." So I knelt down and sucked my playmate's black cock. Then Sir Robert "fucked" Girl Susan's pussy, and Girl Harriet was happy that peace and order had been restored.
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We had excellent teachers throughout school. Teachers who recognized every student's capabilities and encouraged their strengths. Teachers who treated each student as an individual, with their own unique learning style. If a Sir was frustrated with a particularly hard lesson, he could take out his frustration by grabbing one of us bitches and fucking us right there in the classroom. If a Boy bitch began experimenting with crossdressing, he was not only tolerated, he was encouraged. Many of my schoolmate Boys enjoyed the opportunity to wear clothes inside the stockade, albeit Girls' clothes. Some of them reverted back to nakedness in a couple years, but others maintained their transvestism into high school. As adult Sirs attended to their business around the Colony, they frequently stopped in at the school to observe how their little bitches were coming along. If they felt like it, they'd get themselves a blowjob or fuck a little Girl's pussy or a little Boy's ass there in the classroom while the teachers continued their lessons. Sometimes a Sir would fuck the teacher as the rest of us watched, and in that way we'd be given a lesson in compliance. A few teachers in the upper grades were Sirs themselves. I remember Sir Hiram would always take a midmorning break. He'd ask whose turn it was in the rotation, and then take that particular bitch and fuck him or her on his big desk. Meanwhile, the young Sir students would go around the remaining bitches and get their blowjobs or fucks in imitation of our teacher.
Perhaps I ought to clear up a matter that for some readers may seem a contradiction. The entire design of the Colony was to reinforce the indisputable fact of the black male's sexual superiority. Sirs were the ones with cocks. The rest of us, the bitches, learned from our earliest years, what our place was. Our asses, our pussies, our mouths were cunts for the Sirs of all ages to use for their sexual gratification. Therefore we bitches could be owned. However, Sir Reuban made clear from the very beginning that this distinction did not extend to areas outside of sex! Unlike the propaganda of misguided white racist groups, the two races are equal in all respects other than their genitals. Whites can be just as smart as blacks, and in some cases demonstrably more so. They can be just as strong, just as creative, just as athletic, and so on. For the Colony experiment to succeed, it must exploit the capabilities of all its residents. So from the early grades, no Sir was permitted to be indolent, just because his position was secure. In assignments or grading, he was given no preferential treatment. And no bitch could use his or her servitude as an excuse not to exceed. Any student in our class, we were constantly told, could wind up being a scientist, a lawyer, a doctor, even an astronaut, even a president. This was proven by the makeup of our faculty: our teachers all had college degrees in education, but some were Girl bitches in dresses, some were naked Boy bitches and some were Sirs who usually taught with their cocks hanging out of their flies. In the Health Center, both bitches and Sirs were trained nurses and doctors. Sirs worked alongside bitches in the fields, in the cattle barns, on construction crews. Bitches were often foremen with Sirs in their crews; except when taking time out for fucking, those Sirs took their instructions from the naked bitches. Back in the classroom, the teacher, whether a Sir or a bitch, was in charge, except when a black male student would feel the need to fuck his bitch teacher in the middle of a lesson. The fact that bitches were owned and their wages were given to their owners who fed, clothed, and sheltered them, was no reason they should not apply themselves diligently to their professions. The Colony's leadership dealt harshly with any Sir who in any way discouraged his bitches' achievements.
After eighth grade, the lovely free sex atmosphere in our classroom ended however. That is when we began to attend the high school in town. In order to register for the public school, we were each given a forged birth certificate and a false surname. We were also given lessons in how to comport ourselves in the public school, things to do and not do, things to say and not say. Each morning, the Boy bitches (those of us still naked) would gather in the locker room to get dressed, then wait with the Girl bitches, the Trannies and the Sirs just outside the gate. Boy Jerome would drive us in the Colony van down to the main road where we would meet the school bus. When we came back from school, the teenage Sirs would have to release the sexual tension they had suppressed all day, so they usually began fucking us while still in Boy Jerome's van. The Colony elders made sure we all excelled in school, black and white, male and female. There were Colony residents in the school orchestra, and on the football team, in computer club, and even class officers. Just because we bitches were owned and were always taught we were there to serve the black Sirs, was no excuse for not performing at our best. Some of us teens had after-school jobs at McDonalds and Krogers. The Sirs spent their earnings on nice clothes and electronics. Although we bitches gave our paychecks to our owners, the experience was invaluable in teaching us to get along in the outside world.
When a black Girl bitch reached puberty, she became a breeding machine for Sirs. She might be heading home from school, or doing her chores, or playing with all her friends and a Sir would come along, tell her to get on her hands and knees, lift up her skirt, pull down her panties and fuck her bareback until he got off. Then she would go back to what she was doing. If she got knocked up, she was expected to continue her studies and not slack off. As I said before, white Girl bitches who reach puberty, are all fitted with IUDs so Sirs could continue to fuck them without any mingling of the racial genetics. They too then would get fucked throughout the day by Sirs their age, Sirs considerably older, and even Sirs much younger. Their reproductive process was carefully controlled and monitored. If any white Girl was found to be pregnant who had not been shot with the AI gun, she was brought to the Health Center for an abortion. The last thing the Colony needed was a white Boy bitch inheriting a big cock from his black sire. We Boy bitches of course got fucked all the time as well, and always bareback because no one had to worry us getting pregnant.
In 2036, my owner, Sir Reuban became very ill with what was diagnosed as pancreatic cancer. In anticipation of his demise, he set up a board of directors to assume control of the Colony's business affairs. In keeping with his complementary principals of black superiority and complete integration, he stipulated that five of the nine chairs on the board be held by black Sirs, two by black Girl bitches, one by a white Girl bitch, and one by a white Boy bitch. With the Board in place, Sir Reuban began to sell each of his bitches to one or another of the other Sirs in the Colony. My mother, who was getting on in years now and had given birth to seven children by five different Sirs, was sold to Sir Aaron. My new owner was Sir Washington.
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I finished high school in June 2040. The following February, I turned 18. That is an important milestone for on their 18th birthday, every resident of the Colony appears before the entire assembly for his or her confirmation ceremony. By then, I had had experience both inside and outside the Colony, and so I could make an intelligent decision whether to continue to live in the Colony or to seek my fortune outside. I could confirm the decision made when I was born that I was the property of a black Sir, or I could request my emancipation and become free. Hardly any Sirs chose to leave the Colony life when they turned 18. I mean, really, why would they!? A few Girl bitches and more than a few Boy bitches chose freedom. They told me to join them. I wrestled with the idea. Freedom meant leaving the Colony, leaving my mother, leaving my friends, but most of all leaving the Sirs in whom I had found my purpose for living. I stayed. I signed the confirmation paper, renouncing my claim on freedom and committing myself into servitude for the rest of my life. Sir Washington was pleased. That night he took me to his bedroom where I knelt and sucked his big black cock, all the while looking up into his smiling face. He took my head in his hands and told me I had made him proud that night, that I was a perfect little bitch. Then he laughed and corrected himself and said perfect big bitch for in actuality I was now taller than he. Then he looked down at my tiny dick and laughed again. In that respect I was still little. I got on my hands and knees and Sir Washington filled my ass cunt with his big black cock, truly the only real cock in the room. He humped me good and hard and I kept thanking him. Then I climbed on to his bed, lay on my back and held my knees with my hands. He again put his cock inside me and smothered me with french kisses. When he came, he shot more times than I ever remember him doing before. As the night went on, he fucked me repeatedly, in different positions. I felt I had truly made the right decision.
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The Colony established several businesses in the outside community, which hired many Sirs as well as Bitches. There was a meat market that sold the beef we raised on the ranch. My grandfather started a car dealership. There was a dress shop, a hardware store, an antique store. There was a small factory that molded dildos. These businesses thrived because of all the cheap labor the Colony provided. One of the Sirs opened a whore house that catered to the blacks in town. This provided work opportunities for many Colony bitches between the ages of 18 and 24: white Girls, black Girls, Trannies, and even a few particularly pretty Boy pussies. I worked there about eight months during my Senior year. I remember one brisk February night during my first week there, my LaCrosse coach came in to get laid. He was a regular, I learned, but he was surprised to see me there. Although he was shy at first, I quickly put him as ease and in the end (my end), he fucked me with total abandon. After that, he often requested me when he came by the whore house, and even got me at school a few times in his office. When I graduated, I think he missed my tight lily white ass as much as I missed his huge black cock. Sir Washington was grateful for the wages and tips I made as a whore boy. All the prostitutes were frequently tested at the Colony Health Center for venereal diseases.
My high school grades earned me a scholarship at the local community college. Sir Washington paid my fees, and expenses like books, etc. I majored in psychology, but began working on the school newspaper. After two years, I switched my major to journalism. After college, I managed to get a job writing copy for the local paper. I only had to go into the office once a week for staff meetings. Most of the time, I could telecommute, that is, stay in the Colony and submit my material electronically. I preferred that because I was much more comfortable working naked. Also, it was nice to get a break from work once in a while, when Sirs would drop by to fuck my ass or mouth.
My little white dick is particularly well proportioned for a bitch, barely 6 cm erect. That means I am prime material for breeding more little bitches. Just like Boy Lawrence all those years ago, I've made my way over to the Health Center nine times already to donate my sperm. I've been bred with seven different dams, Two were bitches in their thirties, reaching the end of their child-bearing years. One was a very fecund bitch who always seems to have a belly-ful when I see her around the Colony. I was bred with her three times! Another was a fourteen-year old being bred for the first time; she was nervous. Of course, she wasn't a virgin. By age 14, like every Girl in the Colony, she had been fucked countless times by black cocks. For her breeding appointment, the Nurse was a Sir. He had served as a medic with the National Guard in Texas and had gone on for his Masters degree in Nursing. He was a charge nurse at the county hospital, but on weekends he volunteered his services at the Colony Health Center. Even though she was nervous, the Girl complied with his instructions, spreading her legs so he could remove the IUD and then insert the IA gun. I keep track of all my children, five Girl bitches and five Boy Bitches, including one set of twins. They are all healthy, and enjoy life. They are all smart and pretty, if I do say so myself. When I see them getting fucked, it makes me proud, knowing my name is printed on the pedigree paper they carry in their backpacks. Two of the Boys are already teenagers and have nice small dicks like their daddy. My little nuts have many years left, so I hope I can be bred more.
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Under the guidance of the Board of Directors, the Colony's business affairs have prospered. Four years ago, the decision was made to establish satellite Colonies, franchises. These would be run autonomously, but had to maintain the principals and quality of the mother Colony. Two years ago, the first satellite was established in Arizona. Six months later, another satellite opened in Namibia. Negotiations are underway for a third in Indonesia. Many of my Bitch friends have been sold to pioneers in these satellites. And guess what! Last week I learned Sir Washington sold me to a wealthy black Namibian entrepreneur who made his fortune in offshore diamond mining operations and now runs an exclusive beach resort in Swakopmund. If you hear from me again, I'll be servicing black cocks overseas! That would be sort of poetic justice wouldn't it! A white American Boy carried across the ocean from his native land to be a slave to the Men of Africa.
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