A raceplay camp

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Warning - this chapter features raceplay kink, which in no way is related to my real-life views on race.

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You could smell the sea from your room but the first thing you are aware of is that the smell is now much stronger. The cause becomes apparent a moment later; you are no longer in your room but instead on the beach itself. The part of the beach you find yourself on is fenced off from the rest, even if the fence itself is clearly meant to be symbolic rather than an insurmountable barrier. The section has a couple of huts; you can also see open-air showers and toilets, neither offering any modesty to their users. Most of the space, however, is taken by the many rows of stakes firmly driven into the ground, each with several chains attached to it. Naturally enough, one of the said chains is attached to a collar around your neck. Needless to say, you are nude, the aforementioned collar aside.

At a glance you would say about half the stakes have a person (or more) secured to them; you also realise, just as the knowledge rushing into your mind through the power of the Rulebook confirms this, that with a collar is a person of colour; Diana chose your enjoyment of racial play out of all the things you poured out minutes earlier and made your holiday one where consensual race discrimination is the main feature. Predictably enough most of the kneeling, sitting or prone "slaves" are younger females... But you can see a number of exceptions immediately. An Asian guy probably a bit younger than yourself is sitting on the sand with his back leaning on the stake next to yours and with his eyes closed. His fully exposed cock is frankly unimpressive, at least in its soft state, but you suppose that must be a part of the fun for him as well as for whomever he is travelling with. Slightly further away you spot a clearly mature black woman, struggling (and failing) to find a position in which her uncountable whip marks will cause her least discomfort.

Your new memories tell you that at check-in you and Diana were separated. She went into a room much more luxurious than the ones the hotel offered in the previous reality; you, on the other hand, were taken here. You were explained how things worked, as well as the few health and safety rules and features. You could, for example, open your collar in an emergency but that would terminate your stay and depending on the circumstances may result in a severe punishment for girls or a other-guest-disruption fine for guys. You also know that with Diana's approval any white guest whose eye you catch can use you in any non-limit-breaking way.... And of course, Diana can do the same to anyone she fancies.

You wonder how long will it be before Diana comes to play with you or sends for you - if at all she will.