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From the Alexander series

The Reunion of TinkerBell and Floppy Tits

Tink woke early. The sun was not yet up. The little cauc lay quietly
on her small pad at the foot of Mindanao's own large and comfortable bed.
Her little mistress was sound asleep. Makamba's c***dren had a special
tent where they slept apart from their parents. So except for a few
specially trained she-caucs the place was free of adults. Tink was aware
that Makamba and his family would leave this place for their plantation in
three days. They would probably not return for at least another full year.
Tink knew that if she did not see her mother today it would probably not
happen. There would be too much work to do in breaking down the camp and
preparing for the departure. It was now or never.

Today was a good time to sneak away and be with her mother because most
of the African's had been celebrating last night. Makamba and his senior
officers had partied until the early hours of the morning. His victory
over Alexander was epic and merited a wild and memorable evening. The most
beautiful cauc sluts and the prettiest pleasure boys were brought in to
serve the sexual desires of the victors. Large numbers of pups of both
sexes acted as servants. Vast amounts of food, wine, and beer were
consumed. It was an event that would be talked about for years.

Mindino and her siblings were too young to attend the main celebration.
They had, instead enjoyed a wonderful and exciting party in their own tent.
It had been a long night for the c***dren as well so both family tents were
filled with sleeping people. It was doubtful if anyone would be up before
mid-day.

The Goddess had smiled on Tink. Sometimes the little mistress put Tink
in a large bird cage during a party. At those times Mindino always locked
the cage's door. The black girl liked to pretend sometimes that Tinker
Bell was an exotic white bird. She had a special feather dress made for
her pet and enjoyed keeping her as a bird for days at a time. The cage had
a perch in it. The black girl would often have her slut sit on the perch
and pretend she was a parrot or a song bird. Tink's trainers had taught
her many bird songs and the white girl really sounded like any number of
song bird. Sometimes mistress would cover the cage with a cloth and have
friends over and Tink would fool them into thinking the cage was full of
different birds. Mindino would then have the cover removed and enjoy her
friend's reaction when they saw the cauc bird.

Last night Mindino had too much fun to think much about Tink. So this
morning the white girl was able to quietly leave the tent just as the sun
started its journey. The guards saw the little slut but paid her no
attention. She was well known as Mindino's pet-cauc and could pretty much
come and go as she pleased.

Once Tink was far enough away from the tent she started running. The
cattle pasture was a few leagues away and she wanted to spend as much time
as she could with her mother. Tink passed several long lines of he-caucs.
All the caucs in the lines had large ring dangling from their noses. A
thin rope connected the rings and ended in the hands of a pygmy. The
pygmies rode on special saddles fixed to the necks of extremely large and
vicious looking caucs of both sexes. The giants the pygmies rode were
specially bred to be ridden and serve their little masters. The giant
caucs were conditioned almost from birth to be blindly loyal to their
riders. Any command given by their master was instantly obeyed. The
mounts were expertly and relentlessly trained in all forms of fighting
skills. They could kill or damage a cauc with very little wasted effort.
The b**sts never hesitated or relented in the performance of their duties.

The pygmies and their mounts were universally feared by all caucs.
Pygmies were responsible for enforcing discipline and obedience outside of
the African cities. They also controlled the large herds of she-caucs and
pups that that were spread out around the county surrounding most of the
cities. She-cauc herds supplied the Africans with an endless supply of
labor and entertainment

There was always a pygmy present when a she-cauc whelped. If the pup
did not look right to their pygmy lord it was put down. There was no
appeal. As pups matured, constant culling took place. Only the strongest
and most beautiful caucs survived to breeding age.

The pygmies scared Tink. But she had to control her fear if she was to
see her mother. The he-caucs noticed her but they knew better than to look
anywhere but the ground just in front of their feet. The pygmies didn't
bother with her. They had more than enough sluts available to them anytime
they wanted in any way they wanted.

Tink arrived at her mother's field just after the milking. The cattle
were grazing and her mother and the other cow sluts were where relaxing by
one of the corrals. Tink did not announce her presence. There were pygmy
handlers about and she did not want any unnecessary attention. Finally her
mother noticed Tink. Not seeming to acknowledge her daughter, she casually
meandered over to a place where she could not be seen by anyone. Tink
followed discretely.

When the two caucs where sure they were alone, the mother and daughter
embraced and tears of happiness flowed. "Oh my darling, darling c***d,"
her mother cried," I prayed all night to the Goddess that you would come to
me today"

"Mother I love you so much," Elizabeth exclaimed hugging her tightly.
Tink's white name was Elizabeth. Her mother was named Maria; she was now
called Floppy Tits. Mekil had given her that name as a way of making sure
the former queen would be insulted and shamed by it every day for the rest
of her life.

"How are you my precious girl," her mother asked.

"I am well mother. The master's family leaves in three days and I am
afraid it will be a long time before we see each other again, Elizabeth
said sadly. I miss you so much. Have you seen Peter of Marsha?" They were
Maria's other c***dren, Tink's sister and brother.

"Peter is living a few miles away. He is a servant in one of the local
lord's plantation. They castrated him Elizabeth. I saw him recently when
he came here to fetch milk for his master. He would not talk with me. He
is too ashamed at what he has become. I tried to comfort him but he would
not let me."

"Poor Peter he would have been a king," Elizabeth said sadly." And what
has become of Marsha?"

"She is in a brothel in the village I am afraid," Maria said "There is
no hope for either of them," Maria sighed." Now tell me of your life my
love? What has become of you?

Elizabeth suddenly broke down into tears and cried out to her. "Mother
they are going to breed from me. I am to be covered by a he-cauc when we
return to the plantation, I am so ashamed." Her tears flowed so strongly
that and she could not speak further.

Maria held her daughter while she wept. Both mother and daughter
realized that nothing could stop what would soon happen to Elizabeth. The
poor girl finally stopped crying and continued her story," The worst part
is that I am to be mated to the traitor Alexander. They are going to breed
a whole line of our people from his sperm. I am to carry the first one of
this line." Maria had heard what happed yesterday. Word had spread like
wildfire among the Africans and the whites. The Africans had gone wild
with joy. The whites had sunk deeply into sadness and depression.

"My love," her mother said gently, "there is no shame or blame in what
you do not chose freely and cannot prevent. We are no longer free. Our
people are s**ttered and enslaved. Your father, my husband, our king is
dead. We must persevere. One day, we or our descendants will be free
again. Until that day we must never forget who we really are. You must
tell your c***dren stories of our past glory. Have them tell the stories
to their c***dren for as many generations as it takes till we are free.
Never forget that we are a noble blood line of white royalty. Even being
forced into slavery will not change that."

Elizabeth cried even harder after hearing her mother's words. "Mother
you do not yet understand. The reason they are breeding me with Alexander
is that he is what they consider a natural submissive. The Africans want
to use him to weaken our blood. They want to breed as many as they can
find like him into every strong blood lines in the white race. Master
Makamba and mistress Mekil want our c***dren's c***dren to become less than
slaves. Their intent is to turn them into domesticated cauc a****ls

Oh mother don't you see it? They want to selectively breed us for
dominate traits of docility and sexual submissiveness. They intend to make
us incapable of resisting them in any real way forever. They will breed
caucs to be incapable of rebellion. In fact they want all cauc to become
sexually excited by our submission to them. They want us to become as
docile as the cows you heard. Mother I don't want white people to be a
domesticated caucs. But I am afraid that will happen. It may take five or
even fifty generations but I can see that it is inevitable."

Maria listened in amazement to her daughter. No, this could not be true
she thought. And yet what if it was? "Why do you think it will work
daughter," Maria asked her voice filled with anxiety.

"Mother you know that for the last few years I have been the slave to
master Makamba's daughter. What I have not told you before was that my
master used me and is continuing to use me to teach his c***dren how to
transform our people into whatever they want us to be. I am an ongoing
experiment for them. The things I have experienced over these years as
their lab rat have given me a deep firsthand knowledge of their intention
and abilities. I have listened to and learned the things he teaches his
c***dren. I have lived those teaching. They have done to me what he
teaches. My entire life is the teaching. I am placed in deep trances and
conditioned and carefully guide every day in ways I do not always know let
alone understand. But what I do know and understand is how powerful and
effective Master Makamba's ideas are in the reality of my life. My master
and mistress families are very intelligent and have generations of
experience in breeding our race. They have studied our minds and emotions
the way experts study and breed horses. They understand us very well I
assure you. If I was not your daughter, if my father had not been as
strong as he was, I would have become just like Alexander, He was born that
way but they can break almost any white man or woman and turn them into
anything they want them to be."

"This can't be true," her mother cried.

"Mother I have told you only a small part of the truth," Elizabeth
cried.

"They use me constantly to show their c***dren how to put caucs into
deep and long lasting trances. Once in these trances the masters can make
us believe or act any way they desire. I have been put into trance so
often that sometimes months pass before I remember that my name is
Elizabeth and not Tinker Bell. I hardly ever think of myself as anything
other than something that is eager to serves mistress Mindino and her
family.

I dream constantly of how good it will be to be used my master Makamba
or his wife. I cannot help myself mother. They have implanted these
visions within me during innumerable trance sessions. Master Makamba and
Mistress Mekil have made me unable to resist. I can never disobey any
member of their family. They have made me long to be used sexually by
them. And these are the same people who I watched humiliate and then kill
father. I will never forget that day.

I had been a slave in their house for a year. There was a special party
that day. It was to honor master Makamba's victory over our people. I was
to be part of the celebration. They stripped me naked and placed a dog
collar around my neck. I was placed at mistress Mekil's feet like a pet
dog. My leash was attached to her throne like chair. After about an hour
or more the master raised his hand and called on the Africans to stop what
they were doing and observe what would happen next. He went to the center
of the room and faced the doors. He clapped his hands once. The doors
opened and father was led inside. He was naked and on his hands and knees.
He had a dog collar around his neck connected to a leash held by a pygmy.
He was taken to master Makamba. The pygmy spoke to father words I could
not hear. My father looked up directly at me. The pygmy said something
else and my father lowered his head. The pygmy seemed please and patted
fathers head like a master would his dog. The little black man extended
his hand and placed it in front of father's mouth. Oh mother. It was
horrible. Father licked his hand for what seemed like forever. Then the
pygmy said loudly for all to hear," Good boy you have done well. He
reached into one of his pockets and withdrew what was clearly a dog
biscuit. The pygmy made a signal and father opened his mouth. "Beg boy,"
his little master said. And he said it the way someone does when they are
getting a real dog to do tricks. Father reared on his knees and held up
his hands like they were dog paws in the begging position." The Africans
roared with laughter. Even from where I was I could see father face turn
bright red with shame. "Good boy the pygmy said, "Now speak," his master
demanded. Father barked. The pygmy then placed the bone in father's
mouth. He immediately fell back on all fours and eagerly ate the biscuit.
The little pygmy looked around the room and bowed. The Africans cheered
and stomped their feet and laughed like they had just seen the funniest
thing in the world.

You can imagine how embarrassed and ashamed I felt. Here was my once
proud father, king of his people performing dog tricks for his captor's
amusement. Father was made to roll over on command, fetch sticks and balls
and play dead. Each time he finished a trick that horrible pygmy rewarded
him with another dog biscuit.

I found out months later that the master and mistress had repeatedly
placed father into deep trances over many months and had broken and
conditioned him to act as he did. But that day I did not know. I only
knew that I was ashamed of him. Here was my father and my king completely
and utterly degrading himself to please a pygmy. I saw our king eagerly
and repeatedly lick that awful black hand every time he was given a dog
biscuit. And father seemed to do it with genuine pleasure and gratitude.

After what seemed an eternity it was over. The pygmy took a final bow
and was given a standing ovation. He led father to Master Makamba feet.
His collar was removed and the pygmy departed. Our master smiled and said
something to the former king. Father instantly fell to his belly and
repeatedly kissed and licked his master feet. Makamba finally kicked
father away and told him to kneel. He was obeyed. "Look at me cauc." The
master demanded, "Tell me what you desire most in the world."

In a voice that all could hear, father piteously begged Master Makamba
to let him be his slave. Father groveled and begged to live as Makamba's
lowest dog and eat only the scraps from his masters table. Makamba and the
other Africans laughed.

Master Makamba told father that he was unworthy to be his slave, but he
did have another use for him. He pointed to mistress Mekil, "My wife wants
a foot rest and she thinks your head would be perfect. Would you like to
be a thing she rests her foot upon?" My father looked at Mistress Mekil and
he looked at me and then looked down at Master Makamba's feet. "If it
please you master, I will be the thing that your wife desires" The whole
room broke into cheers.

I have never been more ashamed mother. Makamba looked directly at me
and smiled in such a way that said "Now you begin to understand. Remember
this. You are a cauc and I am your master". Makamba turned to his wife
and smiled. Mekil smiled back. "My dear wife I promised you another
footrest. I hope it is worthy of your foot." He turned to father and
gestured to his wife. Go to your new owner footrest and show her you are
worthy to hold her foot." Father crawled over to mistress and kissed her
right foot. "Please mistress accepts me as a place to rest your foot." He
said that with utter sincerity. Mistress Mekil looked down at father and
then looked at her husband. `Darling husband there is a small problem."
What is it my dove.' Makamba asked. "This footrest does not match my other
one." "What do you mean my love?" "Look" she said gesturing to the thing
she rested her left foot on. Under that foot was a skull. "You see the
problem don't you husband?" He laughed.

"What shall we do? He asked sounding very sincere. He looked at the
skull and then at father and then back at the skull. Suddenly he smiled.
"I know. Come here footrest" he said to my father. Father crawled back to
Makamba. "I am afraid I will have to make a few adjustments to you cauc.
You want to be a thing that holds my wife's feet don't you?" My father
nodded his head yes "Well than I will see to it." With that he pulled out a
sword and cut fathers head from his body. He lifted the severed head by
its hair and took it over to mistress. He smiled at her and set fathers
head down before her chair." Here is that better my love?" Mekil smiled.
"It is perfect my husband. Thank you for your generosity." He bowed to his
wife, " I promised you this so long ago my love. I always keep my word."
The room broke out in wild cheers. "Try it my wife and see how it feels."

She turned to me and ordered me to remove her shoes. I obeyed. The
mistress smiled sweetly at me as she placed a naked foot on the top of
father's head "It's skin needs to removed and it needs a a good polish but
yes it will do nicely." She said to her husband. "Thank you dear heart I
am very pleased with your gift." She turned to me and caressed my cheek."
Is it not wonderful, Tink? Your father has found his place at last," She
said it as if she was telling me something that should make me very happy.
The Africans in the room broke into another round of wild cheers. I
fainted.

The next time I saw father was several weeks later. Mistress Mekil
summoned me to the great hall. The mistress was sitting on the throne
chair. She told me that she had a surprise for me. She pointed to the
floor and I saw her bare feet were resting on two human skulls. "The skull
under my right foot is Caesar, dear Tink. He was once the ruler of a
powerful kingdom. It was the first to fall before my husband's army.
Caesar has held my foot for many years. But he was lonely. So I asked my
husband to find him a worthy companion. Look under my fight foot and tell
me who you see."

I looked and saw another skull. I started to shake." Mistress smiled.
"Tell me who he is Tink."

"Is it my father, mistress, I asked?

She laughed and looked at me the way she does when she is playing with a
cauc that is intensely suffering for her amusement. She has played with me
like that more times than I can count. She can look and sound so sweet and
seductive that it never fails to intoxicate me, even when she is doing the
most awful things to me. She is the most horrible and wonderful person I
have ever met in my life, mother."Yes Tink. It is your father. She
laughed," He cleaned up rather good don't you think? I knew you would
recognize him. See how perfectly he fits with Caesar? Isn't it wonderful?
I finally have my matching set of footrests."

I nodded completely dazed by what was happening. I felt tears start to
well up in my eyes. I thought I had adjusted to father's death but seeing
his skull resting under her foot shattered my mind. Mistress saw what was
happening. "Now Tink, you mustn't be sad. Remember how badly your daddy
wanted to be a thing I place my foot on? You do remember don't you Tink?
"I nodded my head in agreement. " So don't be sad little cauc. You should
be happy. Your daddy is at last where he was born to be. Now look at him
with fresh eyes Tink. Doesn't he make an excellent footrest?"

I knew what I was expected to say so I said it. "Yes mistress, father
makes a beautiful footrest. I am very happy for him." I said it with as
much joy and excitement I could put in my voice.

The mistress gave me one of her most seductive and inviting smiles. "I
am pleased at your response little cauc. She made a hand motion and a
naked serving she-cauc approached and knelt before the mistress head down
and offered up a serving tray. Mistress reached over and took a small
chocolate candy. She turned back to me and said. "Kneel at my feet by
your father Tink and turn you face up and open your mouth and stick out
your pretty little tongue." I obeyed." I have a reward for your good
behavior today little slut. I am going to place this candy treat on your
tongue but do not swallow it until I tell you too." She placed the
chocolate on my extended tongue and I did not move.

"You are a very good little cauc, Tink." She cooed. "Now I need to ask
you something important. Would you like to help your father be the best
footrest possible for me?

Trying to make sure I did not drop the treat I slowly nodded my head
yes. Mistress seemed to glow with pleasure at my performance. "Dear Tink,"
she said with a tone and inflection that almost sent me into trance, "I
love using your father I really do, but the poor boy gets very dirty and I
am afraid he can't clean himself. It is so sad Tink. He wants so badly to
be used. And I love the way he feels under my foot. But my foot deserves
a clean footrest does it not?" I nodded my head yes. "You would not want
your mistress to place her beautiful foot on something dirty would you?" I
moved my head carefully side to side to let her know I did not. "So Tink I
want you to help your father. I want you to keep him clean enough to
always be worthy of my foot. Can you manage that my little slut?" My head
moved slowly up and down. "I hoped you would feel that way, she responded
happily.

"From now on I want you to be responsible for your father. You will
bring him to me when I call for him. You will retrieve him when I am done
with him. You will clean and polish him and keep him ready for my use any
time of the day or night. You can do that can't you Tink," she said in
that seductive soft voice of her? "It won't be too much work for you?

I had been trained and tranced enough by then that my head moved slowly
from side to side without me consciously being aware of it. The mistress
beamed with pleasure." I am glad Tink, because I was about ready to throw
the poor thing into the garbage pile". Her smile disappeared suddenly.
She leaned over to me and said with a voice as cold as death, "If you fail
me Tink I will make you suffer. Do not disappoint me. Do we understand
each other?" I moved my head up and down to show her that I understood.
She studied me for a while longer saying nothing. I tried to look happy
but my face was aflame with intense shame. She saw that it was but I could
see that she was not displeased. She liked that I was ashamed, it gave her
pleasure. Her warm smile returned as suddenly as it had left and her voice
became soft and seductive once more. "You have pleased me, Tink. I am
proud of you. You may taste and swallow your chocolate now. You have
earned your treat." I obeyed. The chocolate tasted really good.

Mistress was not done with me mother. She clapped her hands and a small
nude white boy came forward holding a large box. "Your daddy is so helpful
Tink. Mistress cooed. "He knows you will have to keep him clean for me so
he has left you some present." Mekil gestured to the boy who opened the box
and set it in front of me. "See what your sweet father gave you dear Tink"
she laughed gently. I looked in the box and lifted out what I thought was
a bag made of doe skin. It had a very life like painting of father's head
on it. I told the mistress it was beautiful.

"I am confused mistress. You said my father made this for me. I don't
understand." Mistress looked at me the way one looks at a c***d. "Poor
Tink I forgot that you are not terribly bright. It is not your fault
little cauc. You are after all the sire of a rather stupid line." She said
it like she was trying to comfort me. "Never mind I will explain it. That
bag was not made by your father baby cauc. That bag is your father or
rather some of you father." She laughed like it was the best joke in the
world. It was made from the skin of his back. Isn't it the most precious
thing Tink?"

I knew she expected an answer. "Oh yes mistress it is. Daddy looks so
handsome. Thank you so much." Guess what goes in the bag Tink?" she
prompted. I suddenly understood. "Daddy" I cried out in what I hoped
sounded like joy. The mistress clapped her hands. "Bravo Tink there is
hope for you after all. Now look what else your daddy left you." I had to
act like everything I took out of the box was a gift I really wanted. The
next thing I found was a pair of sandals. "Look at the quality of the
sandals Tink." Mekil said." Are they not beautiful? I examined the sandal
and yes they were made well and were quiet beautiful. I acknowledged that
to my mistress.

"I am so glad you like the. I had them custom made for you. I have
several more pairs for you when these wear out." She had me put them on and
model them for her. I was eventually allowed to finish exploring the rest
of the contents of that horrid box. The box contained a small skirt
another gift for me and finally several leather rags to be used to polish
father's skull. I now understood that everything in the box had been made
from father's skin. But I had to make her believe each present was the
best present I ever received. We both knew how much I hated what was
happening but it did not matter. Reality means nothing to them mother.

Mistress Mekil kept me with her for hours that day. She placed me in
many trances and by the end of our audience I genuinely believed that daddy
was exactly where he wanted to be and that he was very proud of me taking
the responsibility of helping him stay a clean and useful convenience for
our mistress's foot. In the days and weeks to come mistress made me feel
genuinely happy and even proud for father. I felt so pleased that he had
become a thing for mistress Mekil to rest her foot on when it pleases her
to do so.

"Mother look at my sandals." Floppy Tits looked down and saw the
well-made leather sandals that covered her daughter's feet. Her mother
gasped. "You don't mean" her mother cried out. "Yes mother they are
daddy. But mother do you know what even worse?"

" What could be worse than this? Her mother asked. Tink for some
reason found herself smiling. "The worst thing is that I really love
wearing them." Tink said it with a certain pride and sounded like a girl
talking about how she felt about a lovely pair of designer shoes.
"Mistress Mekil has made it so I am obsessed with my sandals. I need to
wear them and when I put them on I get a sexual thrill that almost makes me
orgasm."

Floppy Tits looked at her daughter in horror. "Do you realize what you
are saying? How can you mean that Elizabeth? How can you enjoy wearing
shoes that are made from your father? How can you stand to tell me that
you get aroused wearing him? Oh God what have they done to my little
Elizabeth? Floppy Tits broke down completely and fell to the ground in
anguished sobs. Tink lifted her mother to her feet and waited for her to
calm down. "I have more I have to tell you mother. Try to listen. It is
important you hear and try to understand everything I tell you.

I keep father in a small box next to my bed mother. I clean and polish
him every day. I do it with no feelings of sadness for him. It shames me
to admit this to you mother, but you must understand the truth. My pussy
gets very wet when I am cleaning and preparing father for use. It gets
even wetter when I am called to bring him to her.

I will never forget the first time I had to bring father's skull to my
mistress at a party and place him at her feet. I almost had an orgasm when
she put her bare foot on him. The mistress made me stay at her feet next
to father for the entire night. At some point in the evening, she ordered
me to bring her something. When I got up to do it mistress laughed. There
was a large puddle on the floor where I had been kneeling. The other guest
soon noticed it and the party broke into wild laughter. I turned bright
red as I walked through the room to bring my mistress what she desired. I
was so wet and excited that my juices leaked out of me leaving a wet trail
on the floor to mark my passage. I returned to her and gave her what she
sent me for. I forget what it was. I then knelt in my place on the floor
in the puddle of my shame for the rest of the night.

I know they used and continue to use their trances to make me feel
intense sexual excitement when I am humiliated or shamed. But knowing it
does nothing. I cannot stop myself and believe me I have tried. I have
often heard the master tell his c***dren how important it is to use the
caucs sex to eradicate or implant a behavior. Many times just before I am
to be shamed or humiliated master will orders me to try to resist the power
of the sexual sensations and feeling I will experience. I always fail to
be able to resist for more than a few minutes. He has me try to resist so
his students can observe my efforts and their results. As I said, I have
never been successful. My little mistress and her siblings enjoy my
struggles immensely.

Now do you begin to understand how powerful they are mother?" Elizabeth
had been lost in the telling of her story and had not noticed her mother
reactions. When she finished the little cauc saw that her mother had
turned very pale. Maria had managed to maintain her pride and dignity all
through her captivity. She had always been a source of inspiration to many
of the other white she labored with her. Maria had always held on to the
dream of freedom for her people. But what her daughter was telling her
meant that her dream would never become reality.

If in fact there was no hope for her blood in the future what was the
point of resisting now? If she was no longer Queen Maria who was she?
These thoughts filled the white queen's head with helpless dread. Maria
knew that what Elizabeth said would come about. Her masters will indeed
use the once royal blood of her family for their own purposes.

Elizabeth would be put to Alexander and impregnated in a few short days.
His submissive blood would enter their blood line and the slow but
inevitable transformation would begin. Others like Alexander or even worse
than him would be bred into the mix as the generations passed. Any of her
descendants who showed strong will or pride would be culled. Sooner or
later her blood line would only be capable producing domesticated caucs who
lived to serve and please their African masters and mistresses.

Maria stood silently pondering her daughter's words. She thought deeply
of the many ramifications of this new knowledge. And then in a flash of
insight the white woman saw clearly her real condition. She was not Maria,
a queen in exile. Tink's mother understood truly and deeply who she was.
She was Floppy Tits, just another worthless she-cauc who tended her
master's cows. The fire in her that had inspired so many other whites died
that day and would never be reignited.

Mother and daughter fell silent. Tink and Floppy Tits held each other
tenderly. Tink felt the shift in her mother. She knew that Maria was now
gone forever. That realization made her cunt wet. Suddenly Tink awoke
from the trance she had been placed in this morning. She now understood
that she had been allowed to see her mother. In fact seeing her mother and
telling her what she did was part of a larger plan. But who placed her in
Trance? Makamba and Mekil had been celebrating all night. It could not
have been them. Then Tinker saw the truth. Mindino had been the author of
everything that happened today. She had placed the white girl in a deep
trance and sent her to Maria. Little Mindino was the one who developed the
plan to drain Queen Maria of all hope for the future and sink her into a
bottomless pit of despair. When Tink finally understood how she had been
manipulated and used to destroy her mother Tink could not help but smile.
Perhaps Mistress Mindino would reward her with a piece of candy when Tink
told her what happened. The white girl now knew that she would be question
intensely when she returned to her mistress. Tink looked at her mother who
was sobbing quietly and said nothing of her insights. The cauc who had
once been her mother was no longer important to the white slut. Now that
she had delivered the message another set of buried instructions kicked in.
Tink pulled away from Floppy Tits and ran over to the nearest pigmy. The
little pigmy was sitting astride agiant gilding resting from the heat of
the day under the shade of a tree. Tink dropped to her knees and placed
her head to the ground and waited to be recognized. The pigmy noticed her
and was a bit annoyed at having his rest disturbed. "Rise cunt. And speak
why you bother me." Tink stood up and kissed the little god's foot. "I am
Tink the thing that belongs to Mistress Mindino the daughter of General
Makamba. There is a slut called Floppy Tits in your heard." I know the
cunt you speak of. What is the message?" he asked. Tink smiled and licked
the god's foot. "My mistress wants her to spend a week in the dog kennels
starting today and she wants her son and daughter to be responsible for
keeping the dogs fed and the kennels clean during that week." Tink told him
where to find her sister and brother and explained that a not affirming
everything she said would be sent to him before the day turned to night.

The pigmy knew who Floppy Tits had been and had heard of her daughter
Tink who was kept as the Generals pet. He understood enough to appreciate
the intent of what would was to happen to the former queen and her
c***dren. The pigmy would enjoy telling this story to his family and
friends.

Floppy Tits was in shock when she saw her daughter betray her to the
little god. "Sara" cried her mother. "How could you do this to me?" Tink
turned to her mother and laughed. "Mother I told you how cruel they are
and what they are capable of making me do. This was their way of showing
you a little of what that means." The pigmy rode over to the white cow maid
and looked down at her. "Am I going to have any trouble with you cauc?"

Floppy Tits forgot about her daughter when the god road over. "She
dropped to her knees trembling with fear. "No trouble master this slut is
a good slut. No trouble honest master. " The pigmy was starting to enjoy
himself. "I saw you talking with this little pig" he said sternly. "Cow
sluts don't talk to anyone without permission." Poor Floppy Tits knew she
was in for it. "Please god the slut is my daughter." "I don't care who she
is cunt. You keep your mouth shut around other caucs that are not cow
sluts. I won't have a she-cauc break discipline in my heard." The little
man yelled at her. "I am going to make an example of you that none of my
cunts will ever forget" Floppy Tits was so scared she peed. The pigmy saw
the pee pour out of the terrified bitch and pool at her feet. "You poor
stupid cauc" he laughed looking at her with contempt. "You can't even
control your bladder. It amazes me that something as disgusting as you
could have once been a queen. Go to the kennel master and tell him you are
to be used by the dogs for a solid week." "Yes master" Floppy Tits cried "I
will. Please forgive me master." The little black man spit in her her face
with contempt. "We never forgive cauc you should know that by now." Tink
enjoyed watching her mother being treated so callously. The white girl
felt her sex juices running down her legs. The former queen's daughter had
one more trick to perform. "Master" she called to the god. "He turned to
look at her. "There is one more thing that my mistress desires. May I
whisper it to you?" He motioned her to him. He lent down and heard what
she had to say. He smiled and returned his gaze to Floppy Tits. "Before
you go cauc I want you to go to your husband and tell him how handsome he
looks and then kiss him goodbye. " The white woman looked confused."
Master my husband is not here." The pigmy and Tink both laughed. "Show her
girl" he said to Tink. Tink went over to her mother and smiled sweetly.
"Daddy is here mother and he wants to say hello. She turned around and
bent over. The former queen gasped in horror at seeing her husband's face
covering her daughter's ass. "Doesn't daddy look good mommy" Tinker
cooed." He keeps me so warm and dry. Tell him what the god told you to
tell him now." Floppy Tits understood what she had to do and did it. "You
look so handsome my husband. I am glad you are permitted to be so close to
our daughter." She leaned over and kissed her husband's lips. The pigmy
laughed and so did Tink. "Now cauc get your ass over to the kennel" he
thundered. The former Royal tore her gaze from the skirt that us to be her
much loved mate and raced away. The pigmy turned and looked at Tink after
she straightened up. "Tell your mistress I will personally make sure
Floppy Tits is well used and I will make it my business to make her life
even more miserable than it has been for as long as I am here" Tinker
smiled and said she was sure her owner would be pleased.

Mindino and her mother had been watching Tink from a distance even
before the slut woke up. Well really their slaves watched her and woke the
mother and daughter when it was time. The African mother and daughter had
carefully observed everything that happened. What transpired between Tink
and her mother was an elaborate project set up by Mekil to test her
daughter's knowledge of advanced hypnosis and Caucasian psychology. Mekil
had closely supervised Mindino's manipulation of Tink. The black girl had
placed Tink in a very deep trance the day before and programed her to
believe her mistress's wishes were her own. The game had played out
perfectly. Mekil was very pleased. She hugged and kissed her daughter
after Floppy Tits fled to the kennel. "You did it. Tink was perfect. I
am so proud of you daughter." Mindino beamed with pride. "Call your pet
over here and wake her up so we can enjoy her reactions when she realizes
what she did." The little black girl laughed and whistled for her pet.


To be continued