The new slave

The cargo bay doors hissed shut as the British African Company officers departed. Standing in the center of the room, completely naked in her birthday suit, was Nathaniel West’s new gift.

Zara Kane.

A 30-year-old captured African warrior-engineer. Deep, rich ebony skin glowing under the harsh gas lamps. Short, tight black curls. Sharp hazel eyes still burning with defeated pride. Her body was a masterpiece of athletic femininity — tall and powerfully built at 5'9", with long, strong legs, wide hips, and a thick, juicy ass that clenched with tension. Her stomach was toned with visible abs, leading up to a pair of firm, high, perfectly rounded C-cup breasts capped with thick, dark chocolate nipples. Sweat already beaded between her heavy tits and ran down the smooth muscles of her thighs. Her pussy was shaved smooth, plump outer lips slightly parted, revealing a hint of glistening pink.

Nathaniel West stepped forward slowly, eyes devouring every inch of the naked black warrior bitch.

“Fuck me… look at this big-titted jungle monkey they sent me.”

He walked around her, trailing his hand across her body. He slapped her firm ass hard, watching the dark flesh ripple beautifully.

“Thick ass. Strong thighs. Proper breeding stock for a nigger warrior whore.”

Zara stood rigid, fists clenched at her sides. Nathaniel suddenly grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

“Speak when I allow it, coon. Tell me… how many Englishmen did you kill before your savage tribe got crushed?”

Zara’s voice came out low and bitter, but she answered:

“…Seven. I killed seven of your soldiers in the Battle of Kilimanjaro.”

Nathaniel’s eyes lit up with cruel delight. He laughed loudly and backhanded her hard across the face, making her firm tits bounce.

“Seven dead Englishmen? You filthy black bitch.” He grabbed one of her breasts roughly, squeezing the firm flesh. “These fat nigger udders were bouncing while you murdered white men? Disgusting.”

He slapped her other tit hard, then pinched her thick nipple, twisting it viciously until she gasped.

“Get on your knees, Jungle Jizzrag.”

Zara hesitated for half a second before dropping to her knees. Nathaniel stepped closer, towering over the powerful naked black woman.

“Spread your legs wider. Show me that defeated nigger cunt.”

She obeyed, parting her strong thighs. Nathaniel reached down and roughly cupped her plump pussy, rubbing two thick fingers along her slit.

“Already getting wet, you pathetic jungle savage. Your people lose the war and your black fuckhole still drips for white cock. Pathetic.”

He allowed her to speak again.

“How does it feel knowing your warrior days are over? That you’re just another black cumdump for an Englishman now?”

Zara’s voice trembled with shame and lingering defiance:

“It… disgusts me. But I have no choice.”

Nathaniel grinned and slapped her face again.

“Good answer, you stupid gorilla bitch.”

He spent a long time inspecting her body in humiliating detail — lifting and dropping her firm breasts, spanking her thick ass until it glowed red, spreading her ass cheeks to examine her tight hole, and making her flex her powerful thighs while he groped them.

Chink Li knelt quietly beside them, watching with jealous arousal as her Master played with the new arrival.

“Master… this big black monkey whore has such strong body,” Chink Li whimpered. “But she still just inferior nigger slave now, yes?”

Nathaniel finally stepped back, admiring the sight of the tall, naked, defeated African warrior on her knees — body marked with red handprints, breasts heaving, pussy visibly wet from the degrading inspection.

“From now on, you are Jungle Jizzrag. My personal black warrior cumrag and punching bag. You’ll maintain my weapons, take my beatings, and beg for my superior white cum like the broken nigger bitch you are.”

He grabbed her short curly hair and yanked her head back.

“Say it.”

Zara’s voice was hoarse with humiliation:

“I am… Jungle Jizzrag. Your black warrior cumrag… Master.”

Nathaniel smiled darkly.

“Good girl. Now crawl behind me on all fours like the savage animal you are. Chink will put your new collar on.”