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Diary entry 11th January, in the Year of our Lord, 1680
Arrived in Bermuda this morning, and I was relieved to be back on terra firma. I’d wasted no time in getting things organised. I’d put the unusual awkwardness I’d felt with Sarah last night to the back of my mind. It was nothing, I had told myself. The Bristol lamb was no different to my other slaves. Yet a dim but persistent feeling remained. I ignored it. I had far too much work to focus on, such as trying out some of my other slaves.
Bermuda was an archipelago consisting of over a hundred islands, the largest of which had been permanently inhabited since 1612, when an English settlement was established at St. George’s. It was currently governed under royal charter by the Somers Isles Company. I knew quite a few of the wealthy gentleman involved, and was on good terms with them. Thus, they didn’t probe too deeply into my business. The first African slaves were taken to Bermuda in 1616, but a full plantation economy had not really taken hold. Again, that suited my purpose. My plantation would be different.
The island, from late May to October, tended to be uncomfortably hot and with especially high humidity. At this time of year it was, thankfully, pleasantly mild. I wasn’t too fond of excessive heat.
My new slaves were transported through the forest towards my large mansion “Dolphin House.” The vast sums of money I’d accrued in the textile and tobacco trade had paid for this. It was a beautiful, elegant building, much like any colonial governor’s residence. With its white stone pillars, landscaped grounds and marble fountains, it did not betray the debauched pleasures that were to take place within it.
You my recall, o reader(s) of my diary, that during the voyage to Bermuda, I had the good fortune to witness two beautiful Blackamoor ladies engaging in carnal pleasure. The time had now come to acquaint myself with these two. Thanks to one of my crew, whom spoke a little of their tongue, known as Akan, I discovered their names were Awusi and Dofi. They’d been captured in an area of West Africa known as the Ashanti Kingdom. Details of how they’d come to be in England were lost on me. I assumed they’d escaped the Barbary or other African slave traders and ended up trying to earn a living in London, then in Bristol, both of which had a sizeable Blackamoor population.
I wasn’t too familiar with the continent of Africa and its myriad languages and cultures. I’d never been there. My ignorance of these exotic, dark-skinned women only heightened my interest and arousal. I’d heard that tribes from this particular area were exceptionally powerful, and would fight rival clans, Arabs and Europeans without hesitation. Portuguese explorers, who’d become involved in Africa long before the English, took advantage of the vast gold and ivory trade, as well as slaves.
The thought of dominating these powerful and mysterious Africans made my cock twitch. Danvers, my pious and permanently-worried first officer, had stated that “the Akan people can never be truly tamed or colonised. You waste your time, sir. They have a power unknown to us.”
I scoffed at that. Danvers was a weak and useless man. I had no time for his God-fearing piffle.
As well as my own member, I had a few interesting phallic objects to share with Awusi and Dofi. Back in England, I’d commissioned a number of olisboi, or dildos to be made. Esenyurt escort bayan When everyone had been settled in their proper quarters, fed and watered, I had the two ladies brought to me in my special training room. I made it known that my two bodyguards, armed with pistols and swords, would remain with me at all times, due to the ferocious nature of Akans. I wasn’t prepared to take any chances. These two men were ones I put almost all my trust in. They’d seen things. They knew the nature of my work. They also knew I held all the cards. I knew their secrets. One was a murderer whom I’d managed to save from the gallows.
Unlike my meek little lamb, Sarah, Awusi and Dofi would no doubt slit my throat if they had the chance. Which turned me on, in all honesty.
“We meet again,” I smiled, as the two shackled women were brought to me and stripped of their clothing. Delicious, dark bodies. I was almost salivating. “Welcome to Dolphin House. I know of your great fondness for each other, and it is my intention that you continue to enjoy each other…although I do have a few fun games I’d like to play with you.”
Dofi, the older of the two, began yelling and pointing at me. I hadn’t a clue what she was saying. I turned to my bodyguard.
“Translation?”
“It is a warning, sir. She is warning you that Anansi sees you, and will come for you. The tables shall be turned on your oppression.”
I nodded. “How amusing. Another threat.” I was getting used to all these death threats. “Well no matter, before I become Anansi’s prey, we can have a little bit of fun, yes?” I opened a box and lifted out one of the special dildos I’d had made. It was crafted out of ivory and a perfect representation of a horse’s penis. The tip was flared, and although not full-size, it was a good twelve inches.
“What do you think? Have you ever seen one of these before?” I handed it to Awusi, who looked at it in fascination and bewilderment.
“And this one too,” I handed another ivory dildo to Dofi. This one was in the shape of a dog’s penis. The penis of the dog is a curious thing; always when seeing stray dogs mating, I was fascinated by how they became tied together. A pity the human prick did not have the same design. I would’ve loved a woman to be literally shackled to me due to a swollen penis.
“You can practice with these two dildos. But first, who wants to try this on?” I lifted the third object from the box, a leather strap-on.
“This one was modelled on my own prick,” I said, with more than a hint of pride. “Methinks you should put it on,” I offered it to Dofi, who seemed to be the dominant one of the two. She snatched it from hand and studied it closely. She seemed genuinely amazed by it. I took a leather leash and collar from the box and fastened it round Awusi’s neck.
“Down,” I ordered, indicating for her to get down on all fours. She looked at me, confused.
“Abowa!” the bodyguard shouted. “Woof woof!” She obeyed.
“Good,” I replied. “You are now my pet.” I tied the leash to a pole, gestured to Dofi to put on the strap-on and my second bodyguard handed me a chamber pot. I put the pot next to Awusi. “If you need to shit or piss, you do it in that. Got that?”
She nodded.
I slapped Dofi’s cheek. “You’re the owner of the pet, but I’m your Master Colston now. Are you going to be a good girl and fuck the pet for Escort Etiler me? She’s ready and waiting.” I sat on a stool in front of them, unfastened my breeches and started pleasuring myself. “Awusi, put your head to the floor of your new home and get your cunny up in the air where I can see it.” She slowly complied. Dofi was now wearing the strap-on and seemed to like the feel of it. “Banyin,” she muttered.
“What?”
“I think she’s saying man. I become man, or something.”
“Indeed. Yes. You become man. Now fuck the pet like a man!”
Dofi slid the leather prick into Awusi’s cunt. She gasped at this, and I was impressed at Dofi’s swift actions. I relished every moment that my two slaves were doing something to please me. With Awusi’s arse in the air, I stopped masturbating and said, “Shake your arse, pet.” She wiggled it slightly. “That’s not good enough. More!” I gave her arse cheeks a slap. To my surprise and delight, Dofi joined in, slapping her, and yelling.
“Excellent!” I replied. As Dofi fucked Awusi harder, I picked up the dog prick dildo and walked behind her. The strap-on I’d had made was designed in such a way as to allow for the wearer to experience vaginal and anal penetration whilst penetrating another. Without warning, I slid it into her dark, wet cunt. She let out a yell.
“Think she can take the knot?” I said to my bodyguards.
“Oh definitely, sir.”
I slid the dildo all the way in, right to the hilt and she took it all. If it was hurting her, Dofi didn’t show it. Amazing. I withdrew the dildo after a few minutes. It was glistening with delicious cunny juices and I licked every drop off it.
“Let’s see if your arse can take the knot,” I said. I lubricated the dildo with my saliva and inserted it into her anus. I turned to my bodyguards, who nodded.
“Do it sir. She’s a tough one. They can endure things that would kill European harlots.”
I slid the dildo all the way in. A slight grimace, but that was all. Dofi took the knot all the way in her rectum.
“I think she’s enjoying this!” I was really impressed with her. Truly an unknown power.
Awusi was moaning as she suddenly climaxed. I had expected her to last a little longer, but no matter. “Oh dear, it seems that the pet has had enough. Master shall take her place.” I pulled the dog cock dildo from Dofi’s arsehole and removed my coat and breeches. I got down on all fours. What a sight I looked. I sniggered at what the holier-than-thou folk of the Bristol Merchants Association would say if they could see me now.
“Fuck your Master’s arse!” I yelled. “Dominate me. Show me your power!”
Dofi didn’t need telling twice. I felt her firm hands on my arse cheeks, and then a rapid intrusion. I gritted my teeth. Such good pain, then pleasure. I’d experimented with dildos before. I loved the feeling of my arse being penetrated. But until now, I’d never been pegged. I’d had this fantasy for a while. A powerful black African woman fucking me hard in the arse. Dofi didn’t hold back. I sensed the anger and hate she had towards me, but at the same time, the joy she was getting from pounding me like a worthless whore.
“That’s it, that’s it! Master Colston has been bad!” She dug her fingernails into my flesh. I growled. My orgasm approached and I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer.
Dofi was yelling at me in her native tongue. I Eyüp escort didn’t need a translation this time. I sensed she was uttering many curses. Finally, I spent, spurting my load across the floor. Dofi also came, yowling like a wild beast; a curious sound that sounded like a battle cry. My two bodyguards, quietly masturbating in the corner, came over and ejaculated over the two Blackamoors. Dofi withdrew her leather prick, and I staggered to my feet. I pointed to my seed on the floor. “Lick it all up,” I said to Awusi. She walked over on all fours and did exactly as I asked.
“Good girl!” I patted her head.
***
I was roused from my slumber quite abruptly. The only light in my bedchamber came from the small bedside lantern. The flickering candle cast long, dancing patterns on the white ceiling. Outside the night was almost silent, save for faint rustling of the palm trees. I felt a bit disorientated; the familiar feeling when one hovers between sleep and wakefulness. I reached for my pocket watch and squinted. Half-past two in the morning. I groaned, wondering why I’d woken up. The room wasn’t too stuffy. I didn’t need to piss. I’d drunk a lot of rum before retiring, perhaps too much than was sensible. I always ended up drinking too much. Another weakness of mine.
A bizarre shape on the ceiling brought me to my senses.
“What the Devil?”
The many-legged monster loomed above me. I sat up in bed and glanced to my right. But it was only a vastly distorted shadow of a spider, that was slowly descending the wall.
I blinked and gazed more closely. The spider was a large and fat specimen, not unlike the brown house spiders so commonly seen in England.
“What business do you have disturbing me at such an hour?” I mumbled, my speech slurred. The rum had done its work and I had yet to re-acquire the full clarity of mind. The spider halted.
A thought then came to me. “Ah! but perhaps you are Anansi, the trickster spirit come to to kill me? Did Dofi send you to avenge her people?” Still, the spider did not move. I staggered out of bed, adjusting my nightshirt. “Why do you wait?”
I narrowed my eyes, leaning closer to the spider. I could see the hairs on its long legs.
Suddenly, the entire bedchamber seemed to distort. The spider grew larger and developed a crude human face. It was shrivelled and grotesque, like a corpse drained of blood. It spoke in strange, broken English.
“O poor Eddie, down he fall!
From streets and from a hall
What they do to Eddie?
Into the sea, into the sea
Is what they did to he
He never saw, he never heard
Eddie never spoke a word
In two thousand and a score
Poor Eddie shall stand no more!”
The spider-thing started laughing hysterically. I shook my head. “Enough!” I yelled. When I opened my eyes, the bizarre thing had vanished. The bedchamber was back to normal. The spider was still motionless on the wall.
“To hell with you,” I said, grabbing a shoe and smashing the creature to a pulp.
I poured myself a glass of water from the jug on the table and drank it gratefully. Then I climbed back into the bed. Damned rum had addled my head again. I extinguished the lantern candle and welcomed the peaceful darkness.
“That was a damned strange hallucination,” I thought. I’d been drunk many times, but never experienced anything like that before. I kept going over the rhyme in my head. Already the memory was fragmenting.
“Two thousand and a score…the number 2020.”
What did that mean?
But alas, I had no explanation. I was tired, and tomorrow I had more slaves to fuck.
“It means nothing,” I murmured, and slept once more.