Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2017 12:08:30 +0000
From: herb_cat@lycos.com
Subject: White Bitch Chronicles episode 9

White Bitch Chronicles: Episode 9: The Colony

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Please note: this story depicts interracial homosexual as well as
heterosexual encounters. If any of these offend you or are illegal to
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The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any
resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is
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Note: The black males in this episode have sex with black females and
white males and females of all ages.

.oOo.

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."


3----====8

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.

3----====8

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.

3----====8

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.

3----====8

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.

3----====8

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.

.oOo.

As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments
about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank
you.