les histoires de chrislebo

Half an hour later, Mbuji was staring through the
blurry glass of his car's unwiped window. The vehicle
was in motion. It's irregular movements following a
bumpy surface of some kind. As its headlights zoomed
out into the dark night, the car approached an aging
concrete bridge. Its pillars plastered in graffiti, the
old bridge overshadowed a pile of rubble heaped below
it broken bricks, scraps of metal, an old bicycle frame
without wheels. There were torn newspapers scattered
across the floor, slit rubbish bags and tacky steal
pipes. Nearby, the remains of what could have been a
dog, splattered on the ground in a ****** mess, now a
feasting spot for hundreds of flies and moths.

As the car motioned beneath the old bridge, Mbuji's
large arms began turned the steering wheel to the
right. The car gradually exited from under the bridge
and started to move down an old lane. It took a left
and then a right; its cranky movements echoing in the
darkness. As it proceeded ahead, the vehicle entered an
extremely rough looking, abandoned area.

There were residues of a burnt down car, now
overturned. Looking around himself, Mbuji was presented
with large, secluded buildings hidden behind the
crumbling, unused bridges. There were old sheds, only a
few feet tall, next to solid concrete constructions.
The bigger structures were two or three floors high,
without windows or lights, surrounded by puddles of
sewer waters.

The car headlights beamed out over large segments of
what used to be an old warehouse. The sections now
collapsed into a heavy heap of aluminum sheets, steal
beams and tangled barbwire. There were old copper pipes
leaking, with a nasty brownish fluid running to the
ground as it met with pieces of dampened cardboard and
broken glass. As darkness engulfed the area, random
shadows suddenly moved in the distance.

Mbuji looked slightly to his left; he saw the
flickering light of what could have been a burning
bonfire. Its glow fluttering amidst the tacky walls of
the old buildings. He proceeded ahead. Moving forwards
down a much bumpier track, he started to encounter an
array of tacky old cars parked here and there. Their
windows smashed, their frameworks badly scratched and
dented.

As he turned left, Mbuji was suddenly faced with the
burning bonfire. Its wood sizzled up into the night.
Focusing on the wild fire, he saw a number of heavy
shadows spreading out; up across the old building walls
and down across the floor in front of them. He took a
better look. He saw an intimidating group of black men,
huddled around the burning fire. ­Puffs of smoke left
their mouths as rolled up cigarettes nested lightly
amongst their thick fingers.

One of the large blacks had an extremely visible,
colorful vest stretched over his broad chest. It almost
glowed in the darkness. There were three vertical
colors striped together. A bright green stripe followed
by a red one and then a yellow. The middle stripe bore
a small yellow star above which some block letters
spread out wide. They read CAMEROON. Mbuji observed the
crowd of immigrants. He appeared far from surprised.

As the car proceeded ahead, the portentous gang of
blacks monitored the vehicle. Their interest deflated
rapidly as they soon realized it was just another rough
looking negro heading down the track that night. The
car came to a slow halt. It stopped in the vicinity of
a second concrete bridge, this one tackier than the
first. Once again, large mounds of rubble nested
beneath the bridge. There was another small fire, this
time burning at ground level. It gave light to three
black men crouched around it.

They perched awkwardly on overturned boxes and large
stones. Mbuji turned off the engine. The car lights
immediately faded out. His eyes studied the three men
lazily squatted around the flame. He saw them passing
something around; their heads tilted forward as their
shoulders drooped. He scouted the nasty features of a
dirty syringe needle.

Hardly stunned, Mbuji moved his attention away from the
junkies. He spotted a number of old scooters nudged up
against a tacky wire fence. He then saw a fresh row of
brassy cars crammed together. The parked vehicles slept
undisturbed in the shadows. The rusty fence surrounded
an overgrown field preceding a large concrete building,
barely visible in the darkness. An abandoned edifice of
some kind, half of one of its sidewalls was barely
standing. Surrounded by endless heaps of rubble and
rubbish, the dark and seemingly deserted building stood
a few floors high; almost completely hidden behind the
old bridge. It was, without doubt, a chilling location.

The silence of the eerie area was suddenly disturbed. A
group of rowdy blacks slowly began to approach. There
were five of them. They appeared exalted. They
aggressively scrunched up some empty beer cans and
threw them into the rubbish nearby. They appeared
significantly appeased with themselves. Mbuji followed
their movements in the darkness. He watched them
approach the tacky old fence. The five blacks pulled at
the wire.

They revealed a hole in the rusty enclosure. They soon
stretched it open and moved through it one by one, in
to the overgrown field. After the last black has passed
through the hole, another man started moving through it
from the opposite direction. He was followed by three
other blacks, also leaving the overgrown field. Their
faces hauled huge grins. They laughed wildly and began
to head away from the derelict building, towards the
three junkies slumped around the fire.

As they moved closer, Mbuji's heavy arm thrust out of
his window. He called one of the men over. The black
man stopped and looked down at the large Senegalese
squelched inside his tacky old car. Mbuji's head
motioned towards the old building. He appeared to be
asking a question. The rugged man, blatantly
***********, burst into a rapacious laughter. He
brought his thick hand towards his trousers and
aggressively cupped his groin.

His tongue dangled loosely from his lips. His eyes
rolled madly as if he were in a state of total delight.
The man turned around and faced the rusty old fence. He
stared emphatically at the creepy old building before
letting out a powerful yell of gratification. He
started to move his hips back and forth, simulating the
act of anal sex. He then stood upright and brought his
hand to the height of his waist. He spread his large
hand out in front of him as if he were holding
someone's head. His waist movement resumed. He began to
simulate the act of oral sex. Once more, he yelled in
ecstasy.

Mbuji stretched his head further out the window; he
asked another question. The man before him pointed
towards the rusty old fence. He blurted out some words,
and sniggered before heading back towards the other
junkies.

The humongous frame of Mbuji exited the car. With a
slow, fearless pace, the Senegalese headed under the
bridge. Adagio, he reached the row of tacky old cars.
He passed them unruffled and scouted for the hole in
the rusty fence. He found the opening at once.
Crouching down awkwardly, he tried to fit his large
chassis though the modest hole. He managed it by a
small margin.

Mbuji moved ahead in the darkness. His heavy feet
stomped ahead. They charged forward, across the field,
amidst the overgrown grass. He was ****** to dodge
mounds of rubble, copper pipes as well as a number of
splintered pieces of wood dwelling dangerously in the
wild grass. Mbuji's eyes fluttered. He was presented
with the daunting urban degrade. He saw rubbish bags, a
scrapped toilet vase lying on the floor; old mattress
springs, broken glass panels and even an old car engine
heaped on the ground without pardon. As he moved closer
to the large building, he noticed that its external
walls bore the extended black marks of a past fire. The
grimy burn marks mixed savagely with obnoxious graffiti
plastering the crumbling edifice whilst the front
windows were boarded up with rusting aluminum sheets.

Mbuji's gaze faced the ground. He had noticed an
improvised footpath leading to the side of the old
building. He moved ahead in mortal silence; the whites
of his eyes piercing out from pitch darkness. The
footpath was long and eerie. To his right, the huge,
sweeping concrete sidewalls of the intimidating
building. As Mbuji got closer to the end of the old
structure, he began to hear some voices. The mumbles
were blurred, but they began to grow louder. Mbuji
turned the corner.

He was confronted with a large group of black men
standing in front of a backdoor. The blacks were
noticeably bulky and heavy. They smoked carelessly.
Behind them, a thick line of empty beer bottles lined a
small wall. The group turned their attention to Mbuji
as he began to head towards them. He slowly took a pack
of cigarettes from his back pocket and lit a smoke.

The large Senegalese mingled with the blacks. He
offered them a couple of smokes before patting one of
them on the shoulder. The men began to chat; Mbuji
appeared at ease. Laid back, he suddenly said something
with a smooth tone of voice. The blacks began to
snigger at what appeared to be a slick joke. Without
delay, Mbuji turned his attention to the backdoor. He
asked a devious question. The group of blacks began to
mutter emphatically.

Mbuji brought his large black hand to his groin and
cupped his heavy bulge. The gang of blacks began to
laugh in agreement. One of them offered the Senegalese
a swig of his bottle before pointing towards the
backdoor. The others soon began to nudge Mbuji towards
the building, enticing him to enter.

Mbuji took a swig at the bottle and handed it back. He
took a final puff of his cigarette before flicking it
to the ground. He turned towards the backdoor and
motioned towards it. Mbuji opened it with verve. Badly
hinged, the door scraped violently on the ground. The
large black man entered the dark building.

Once inside, Mbuji was surrounded by darkness. In the
distance he could see a small light bulb. Badly lit, it
revealed a decaying wall. A number of holes spread
randomly throughout the wall as large patches of damp
engulfed parts of the ceiling. As a slight breeze swept
the dark room, the hanging light bulb swayed
weightlessly. Through one of the holes, Mbuji caught a
glimpse of an old stairway. He promptly headed towards
it. At its feet, the big black man stared up at a
rising cluster of dusty concrete steps. He started up
them. Motioning away from the dangling light, he was
once again faced with complete darkness.

Once on the first floor, Mbuji took out his lighter. He
lit a feeble flame, directing it in front of him. In
semidarkness, he saw nothing but heaps of debris. Old
steel frames, dusty planks and un-plastered walls. A
squalid sight. The floor was completely abandoned. Its
walls covered in graffiti. Mbuji motioned the lighter
to his right then to his left he saw nothing. He
promptly turned back towards the stairway. Up another
flight of steps and Mbuji reached the second floor.
Without stopping, he started a new flight of steps.

His scraggy vest gathering sweat, Mbuji reached the
third floor. He directed the flickering flame directly
ahead of him. He saw a slight beam of light piercing
through one of the boarded up windows. It revealed a
small corridor leading to a much larger one running the
length of the old building. He began to motion forwards
very cautiously. As the light improved gradually, Mbuji
returned his lighter to his pocket. He saw cigarette
butts scattered here and there on the dusty floor.

There were a number of rusty metal doors badly secured
in front of tatty old rooms. As he moved forwards, he
noticed one of the metal doors lying on the floor. He
stopped in front of it. Stepping over the door, Mbuji
entered the old room. In semidarkness, he saw electric
cables dangling from the ceiling, broken glass covering
the icky floor strewn with rubbish bags.

Mbuji was unmoved. As he lowered his head, he saw more
empty bottles and cigarette butts. Turning to his left,
he soon spotted a scruffled magazine piercing from
under a stained pillow on the floor. He picked it up in
a leery manner. He opened it. He saw the features of a
black woman. Her legs were wide open and a large black
penis was fiercely stretching her pussy. In the next
picture her lips were wrapped around an even bigger
penis. Mbuji grinned spiteful as he flicked through the
pornographic magazine.

Appeased, the large Senegalese threw the magazine back
to the ground. He stepped back over the door and into
the dark corridor once again. He resumed ahead in his
slow pace. Moving further down the corridor, deeper
into the belly of the old building. Darkness enveloped
him once again. Mbuji re-extracted his lighter and took
a few more steps ahead. Suddenly, the big man stopped
in his pace. He remained immobile as if he had heard
something. Some voices. Distant echoes could be
perceived.

Mbuji proceeded ahead very slowly. The small flame in
his hand revealed a large brick wall, covered in
cobwebs. To its right, the mouth of a dingy stairway
leading down, to a deep and dark corridor. Mbuji leered
down at the buried stairway; he appeared unconvinced.
He turned around skeptical and stared back into the
darkness.

Suddenly, he heard some fresh mumbles coming from
below. The big man brought his attention back to the
stairway. He lowered his lighter in order to take a
better look. There was a long crack running down one of
the sidewalls. Some broken concrete steps covered in
dust and a rusty sidebar perilously hanging from its
supports. Resolute, Mbuji started to descend the tight
stairway. As he reached the bottom step, he heard some
random voices mumbling in an African dialect. There was
another tight corridor, with a rather low, crumbling
ceiling.

At the very end of it, a dim light spread across its
uneven surface. It revealed another passageway to the
left. Crouching his heavy shoulders, Mbuji closed his
lighter once more and returned it to his back pocket.
He started to move towards the end of the corridor.
Turning the corner, he saw the fluttering of an old
light bulb dangling from an electric wire. It revealed
a much larger corridor. Peeking down it, he spotted a
herd of rough looking blacks, maybe five or six,
huddled together smoking.

Extending his focus, he studied the full length of
corridor. He pried another dangling light about fifty
yards further down. There was another cluster of
blacks, more numerous, maybe eight or nine, beneath the
second light. Their movements fickle and erratic, their
voices intimidating they appeared *****. A number of
them could be seen smoking dodgy cigarettes, a nasty
smell of cannabis infested the dark corridor.

Mbuji brought his large hand to his forehead. His
yellowish palm swept the sweat dripping from his head
as he began to mingle with the large crowds. An old
mirror, half smashed, could be seen to the right. Its
surface blurry, it was steamed up by vaporous body
heat. Mbuji moved ahead almost unnoticed. Past the
first group, he suddenly began to hear faded echoes.
Some rowdy cheers were coming from a distance. He moved
ahead slowly; the cheers became more and more vivid.

In proximity of the second light bulb, Mbuji stopped in
his pace. He spotted a couple of negros leaving the
second crowd. They started to head down a much tighter
corridor to the right. Mbuji watched the pair go down
it. They turned to the left and out of sight. As soon
as the two blacks turned the corner, four other negros
strolled round it, coming from the opposite direction.
One of them motioned forward in a strange manner.

He doddled, as if his movements were impeded slightly.
Mbuji stared ahead in awe. He saw the black man tugging
at his pants. He had an enormous grin spread across his
ugly rugged face. His pants were down by his thighs,
his tight vest soaked in sweat. Mbuji looked down. He
saw a swollen, veiny penis dangling viciously between
the black man's thighs. A white fluid trickling from
its rounded tip; the man appeared elated.

As he joined the other blacks, he was saluted by a loud
roar. The other negros chuckled in delight. Mbuji
stared down the tight corridor. His eyes sharpened as
he watched three more blacks venture down it. They
disappeared to the left as the wild yells grew louder
and louder. His heart racing, Mbuji rubbed his sweaty
palms together. Staring down the dark corridor, he
began to move ahead. As he approached the corner, he
was suddenly halted. He remained immobile. Sandbagged.
He had heard some screams high-pitched shrills. His
breathing tensed, his legs trembled: they were the
screams of a woman.

Mbuji followed the men round the corner. He was
presented with a dark corridor. It was crowded with
heavy clusters of blacks. They were bare-chested, their
shiny black skin, soaked in sweat, glistened beneath a
twitching light bulb overhead. The herd of blacks faced
a small entrance to what appeared to be a tacky old
room. The size of a jail cell, the steamy chamber was
filled to the brim, overflowing with intimidating
negros elbowing each other ferociously, trying to gain
entrance.

Studying the sweaty crowd, Mbuji heard another
desperate cry, 'NO!! Please.' As Mbuji listened, he saw
two Negros, fighting their way past the mob, trying to
exit the dingy room. As they came forward, Mbuji could
see that they were completely naked. As their powerful
black bodies breezed forward soaked in sweat, their
swollen penises swung from left to right snakelike.

Mbuji looked ahead with violence, his pupils dilating,
his nostrils flaring. His large frame trudged forward
as he started to mingle with the herd of blacks. He
used his heavy shoulders and impressive height to slice
through the crowd. Once inside, he scouted his
surroundings. The negros were crammed together in
concentric circles, facing the centre of the room.
Mbuji suddenly caught a glimpse of what appeared to be
the wooden legs of a scrappy old worktable nested
beneath a dangling light bulb. Moving closer to the
inner circles, he soon realized that the majority of
the blacks were completely naked.

­Beneath the flickering light, he could see heavy
shoulders dripping in sweat, bulking biceps, naked
thighs, glistening round bottoms and a daunting
alignment of long, thick penises dangling viciously
amidst in the shadows. Mbuji was only a few feet away
from the center. The desperate female groans were now
imminent. He nudged his way forward; the crowd
gradually opened up. Mbuji was halted. Stunned,
incredulous.

Before him a barbaric scenario: a white woman spread-
eagled across the table. Her body had been stripped. It
was naked. Completely naked. Ransacked, her flesh
glistened beneath the dangling light.

Sweltering amidst the crowd, Sheila's delicate body
dripped in sweat. Smooth and oily, she wriggled and
squirmed in desperation. Her wrists and ankles clasped
savagely by black hands; her shiny legs stretched
obscenely wide, her hairy pussy gaping open a scene of
absolute degradation.

A thick hand suddenly clasped her neck, wedging her
throat. She wiggled in despair as her greasy body was
********** dozens of black hands swarmed over her silk
like body, running their yellow palms in every crack,
cranny and crevice. ­She could feel palms slewing over
her breasts, sliding down her thighs, stroking her
legs, rubbing her tummy, fondling her groin. Tongues.
Many. Long and thick, licking at her feet, slurping at
her ankles. Fleshy African lips viciously sucking her
nipples. Her amazing nipples; juicy and stiff, they
were like milk oozing jellybeans. The blacks couldn't
get enough of them. Taking it in turns, they stooped
down over her wriggling body and viciously suckled at
her swollen breasts.

Pushing in front of Mbuji, an umpteenth negro trudged
forward, totally naked and with his swollen dick
swaying before him. He stroked Sheila's calves and,
with lustful eyes, spread her legs even wider. He
suddenly restrained however. He felt a huge, callous
hand spread out over his shoulder. He turned with
surprise. Mbuji leered down at him. Overpowering,
incensed. The huge Senegalese puffed out his enormous
frame and snarled down with anger, it was HIS turn. The
black man lowered his head and moved aside. Mbuji was
indeed a beast of a man. He squinted around menacing,
he needed more space.

The others stepped back. He gazed down at the tender
white flesh sprawled out in front of him. Sheila looked
up in a dreamlike state. His shadow towered over her.
As the others moved back, the white woman's wrists and
ankles were released. Mbuji grabbed her hand and jolted
her to her feet. The white woman was head rushed. She
stood there completely naked, shuddering, in shock.
Dripping in sweat, with her swollen breasts shivering,
her nipples hardening and with sticky white fluid
trickling down her thighs.

The big Senegalese gawked around tenaciously. Dog eat
dog. The crowd would have to wait for their turn. He
eyeballed Sheila in a threatening way. He raised his
lumbering arm and grasped her by the throat. He
squeezed just enough. ­Sheila's face went pale. He
whispered a warning in her ear, 'If you no do what I
tell you, I **** you right here!' Sheila trembled.
Terrified, shook up. She reluctantly nodded her head.
The huge black man whispered some more, 'Get on your
knees.' Sheila blinked frantically. Her eyes sifted
over his body. ­The huge black man standing in front of
her was one of the biggest individuals she had ever
seen. She mirrored his stare. She was petrified.

Shivering and with her breasts swaying tenderly, Sheila
lowered herself to the floor. Once on her knees, she
looked up. Embarrassed, she looked down. The crowd
gathered around and chuckled in anticipation. Mbuji
brought his thick callous hand to her chin and with his
yellowish palm nudged her head up. Sheila stared ahead.
Directly in front of her, the prominent bulge
protruding from his cotton trousers. Mbuji smirked,
then turned severe once again. He brought his bulky
hands to waist and started to unfasten his belt. Sheila
couldn't help but tremble.

Mbuji's pants were suddenly lowered. Beneath them, the
sweaty fabric of his white briefs clung to his groin.
As his trousers dropped to his knees, Sheila jaw almost
dropped to the floor. She looked ahead confused,
astonished. The big man's clammy underwear adhered to a
somewhat 'abnormal' bulk. It was big. Very big. Indeed,
she could detect the huge shape of a twitching phallus,
bigger than any she had ever seen or imagined before.
Mbuji didn't waist any time, he plunged his thick,
callous fingers beneath the clammy cotton fabric as if
he were fishing for an eel.

With a sudden, abrupt movement, he unleashed his veiny
black monster. It drooped heavy and sullen, lumbering
like a swollen python. Sheila's heart missed a beat.
Before her the enormous schlong swayed back and forth,
********, with it's enormous, purple bell wavering up
and down. As thick as a soda can, it staggered, mule
like, halfway down his thighs, bouncing jittery above
an obnoxious pair of heavy black balls. Sheila looked
around in dismay. The musty room was engulfed with
cheers. The white woman was in serious trouble now.
Mbuji lowered his stare and cupped her chin, 'You suck.
Very deep.' he ordered.

Sheila's spine tingled. Her toes clinched. ­Her mouth
was dry. She wanted to cry but had no tears left. Mbuji
squeezed his hand. 'DO IT!!' he yelled. Sheila stooped
forward. She brought her trembling hands to the base of
his hairy scrotum. She cupped his stiffening pocket
before slowly running her fingers under his veiny,
prominent rod. It was warm, slewing but rock hard. She
tried to wrap her hand around it but couldn't make her
fingers meet. Mbuji tilted his head back as flowed to
his lumbering penis.

Sheila squeezed harder, she could feel his pulse. She
brought her head closer and opened her mouth. The
enormous phallus pecked at her lips. ­She could taste
its salty juices already oozing. Mbuji lowered his
stare. He eyeballed the shivering white woman and
clasped her head. Without warning, he thrust his body
forward. The massive black schlong was now embedded at
the back of Sheila's throat. ­She squirmed, helplessly.
Unable to breath, unable to disgorge.

Without mercy, Mbuji started to face-fuck the powerless
woman; his monstrous rod grinding inside her mouth, his
sticky fluids trickling down her chin. Pulling at her
hair. Sheila buckled under, she tried her best to
satisfy him. She started to suck. Deeper. And deeper.
She slurped, she dribbled. Her fingers ran over his
bulky thighs then made their way to his balls. She
cupped them, she fondled them. She moved her open palms
to his muscley, pert buttocks, she stroked them, she
squeezed them. Mbuji groaned with pleasure.

She gradually moved her hands back to his veiny shaft.
She clasped it and rubbed thoroughly. Her tongue
lolled, and her lips sucked. Deeper, harder. Mbuji was
in a state of ecstasy. He lowered his huge frame and
brought his massive arm to her side. He started to
fondle her delicate breasts. He cupped them and heaved
them upwards. He twiddled his fingers around her
nipples. He suddenly grinned, they were getting harder.
And harder. Could she be enjoying this?

His hips started to thrust faster and faster. Harder
and harder. Sheila closed her eyes. She couldn't take
it any longer. The big black man powered on. Stretching
her delicate lips, pounding her quivering tongue.
Deeper and deeper. Faster. Harder. He suddenly grabbed
the back of her head and jolted it back. His sticky
warm fluid squirted everywhere, over her face, in her
hair. It trickled down her chin, drooled onto her
trembling breasts before nesting in her thighs. Sheila
tried to gasp for air. She couldn't, her mouth was
full. Mbuji squeezed his clasp around her neck. Her
lips quivered as she slowly gulped it down. She had
just swallowed his warm cream.

The big man wiped his sweaty forehead and grinned
masterful. He leered down at her and cupped her chin.
He licked his lips and once again, grabbed the white
woman by her arm and jolted her up to her feet. He
suddenly gripped Sheila by the waist, lifted her up and
tilted her over his shoulder. He began to twirl her
around. The white woman's head was now dangling to the
floor. With her buttocks nested over his shoulder,
Mbuji brought his heavy fingers towards her bottom. He
pried her sweaty cheeks wide open both her holes were
now on full display. The jeering crowd moved in for a
better look. Sheila was in a state of utter
degradation.

Her body was hoisted up, closer to the light. She
Suddenly felt herself being fondled. A swarm of black
fingers had begun intruding her most private parts. She
was mortified. Totally humiliated, Sheila felt her anus
being levered open. Mbuji stuck his middle finger in
deep. He grimaced without mercy. He then moved his
fingers to her gaping vagina. Mumbling away to the
others, he seemed to be checking if she was 'dry' or
not. She wasn't. As a matter of fact, the helpless
white woman was absolutely drenched. The crowd roared
like *******. Sheila was now in a state of utter and
absolute embarrassment. With ***** flowing down to her
head, she began to sniffle. Her tears soon trickled to
the dusty floor. ­She was absolutely mortified,

Her naked bottom, paraded around obscenely, had
unveiled a daunting truth. The white woman had
apparently enjoyed what had just happened. The
sniggering negros could hardly believe it and, deep
down, neither could she.

Thee shrills and screeches of the early morning traffic
rebounded vigorously down below. Craig lay supine on
his bed as the scorching African sunlight raided the
hotel room. Exhausted, he snorted randomly, engaged in
deep *******.

In a state of befuddlement, he eventually came round.
He awoke with a shock. His ***** viciously interrupted
by a powerful thump on the door. Craig trembled as he
opened his eyes. He tried to lift his head but plunged
instantly into a dizzy twirl; his bruised temple still
aching from the night before.

A second heavy thump struck the door. Craig stumbled to
his feet. He fuddled around nervously as he looked for
his pants. They lay nested at the feet of the bed.
Struggling to put them on, he collapsed in a messy
heap. Within a few seconds, a third, more potent blast
shook the door. Craig jumped up as fast as he could.

­He turned the key and unlocked the bolt. Within a
fraction of a second, a huge black hand thrust into
sight from behind the door. It's yellowish palm
grasping it vigorously. The big hand sprung the door
forward with a single, heavy shove. Craig tumbled to
the ground once more. Above him, the powerful frame of
Mbuji stood imperiously. He towered over Craig,
shadowed by three other blacks. The potent Senegalese
smirked down. Moving forward, his eyes met with those
of the quivering white man.

As the last man viciously slammed the door behind,
Mbuji exposed a flick-knife. 'Get up you fool!,' he
roared. Craig didn't flinch. Petrified, he looked up in
a state of total disarray. The white man was obviously
confused. Mbuji's menacing tone had triggered a double
awakening. As the white man's ******* drained away, he
was overwhelmed by a debilitating sense of betrayal.
His 'friend' had suddenly revealed his true intentions.
More than ever, in such barren wasteland, the limp
white man felt powerless. He was alone, completely
alone. He had been mercilessly slung into the pits of
hell. Surrounded and threatened, his prospects appeared
bleak. 'I say get up now!' repeated Mbuji.

Craig's arm was jolted upwards. He was ****** to his
feet by two of the blacks. Caught off guard, the white
man was suddenly struck by a powerful sweep of Mbuji's
backhand.

The powerful Senegalese slapped Craig a second time.

Traumatized, the white man stumbled backwards. Stunned
and with tears invading his eyes, he looked sheepishly
the double-crosser before him. 'Sit down,' barked
Mbuji. Now trembling, Craig lowered himself on the bed.
'I find you woman!'

'Sheila!' panicked Craig.

'Shut up!' Mbuji countered. 'You listen. I talk.' Craig
tilted his head. Mbuji resumed, 'The white woman have
very good night!'

He glanced over to his Negro companions, the three
sharing a slick grin; one of them instantly licking his
fleshy lips. 'What do you mean?' Craig blubbered in
shock. 'You woman was take to old building on the
outskirt of Lagos. Many black man there.'

Craig's face sunk. His cheeks reddened. He could
already anticipate what he was about to hear. He had
already envisioned it that night, in his dreams. His
heart began to drum as he listened to the foul words
leaving the black man's mouth. 'All night long she have
big black penis in her bottom.'

The cruel words were accompanied by a nasty echo of
laughter, whistles and wild grunts. The three others
puffed out their chests. Their amusement was destined
to grow. The huge Senegalese man in fact moved closer
to the flaccid white man. He positioned his imposing
frame directly in front of Craig.

Mbuji looked down imperiously. Suddenly he brought his
heavy black hand to his groin. In silence, he started
to unfasten his belt. He unzipped his pants and tilted
his waist forward

Craig looked ahead in awe. Taken by surprise, he
watched Mbuji's monstrous black phallus tumble out in
front of him. It began to swell impressively. Mind-
blowing, breathtaking. Craig had never seen anything
like it. The twitching black eel, heavy and thick,
swayed ponderously directly in front of him. It's
bloated, veiny shaft dangling over his saggy, hairy
scrotum. It drooped half way down the black man's
thighs.

Craig's jaw fell. Unable to blink. Silence fell.

The white man lowered his chin and began to shiver.
Terrified by the mighty display before him.

Appeased, Mbuji jerked his lumbering snake back into
his pants. He sighed proudly as if he had just rewarded
the puny white man with an undeserved peek at his
powerful manhood.

Craig was dumbfounded. Horrifying slide shots of the
night before instantly raided his mind. No, not Sheila,
it's impossible, he thought to himself.

'She take big black dick in all her holes.' continued
Mbuji. 'Many many penis. All night long. She tied up.
Her beautiful naked body no can move. She fuck over and
over' Craig brought his hands to head. Speechless,
shivery. He stared in awe at the dark skin of the black
men in front of him. It was rough and rugged. His mind
was promptly invaded by a vision. A vision of Sheila,
tied down. Naked, wriggling, trying to set herself
free. Her legs stretched wide. Craig's head sagged in
shock.

'You right, she have very good body. She scream for
long time. Very good pump. In all holes.'

Incredulous, Craig lifted his face. He stared at Mbuji
this was no joke. Sheila really had been abducted. He
realized that her delicate body had been subjected to
the worst sexual depravities.

'WHERE IS SHE?!!' he yelled. Mbuji stood up, his face
slick yet relaxed. 'Is okay, you no worry. She no dead.
Not yet...'

'What do you mean, not yet!'

'This depends on you,' Mbuji whispered. He squinted at
his companions.

'How can it depend on me?'

With a cunning wink, Mbuji motioned to one of his
comrades. The black man instantly placed his hand in
his back pockets. He extracted what old Polaroid and
handed it to the large Senegalese. Mbuji moved closer
and floated the picture in front of Craig.

Speechless, Craig analyzed the photo. Mbuji's tone
sharpened. 'We find this in you woman bag. Who are
they?' ­he asked abruptly. Craig stared at the photo.
It showed two young women. They were blonde, tanned,
wearing sarongs and bikini tops and sipping what
appeared to be cocktails in front of a Honolulu resort.
They were smiling and hugging as they stared into the
lens.

Craig immediately recognized them. He was staring at an
old holiday snap. It was a photo taken a couple of
years ago. It featured Jenny and Christina, Sheila's
two *********. Craig's breathing deepened, this was
Sheila's family,

Mbuji yelled again, louder, 'I SAY WHO ARE THEY?!'

One of the blacks grabbed Craig by the hair and pulled
his head closer to the picture. Reluctantly, the white
man responded. 'They're my partner's *********.' ­he
said shaking. 'And where are they now?' Craig looked
confused. 'What do you mean, where are they? They're
back in the States. They live in America.'

Mbuji continued as if unruffled, 'And you know them?'

'I told you, they're Sheila's *********. What do they
have to do with anything?' he asked confused.

Mbuji downshifted his shiny shaved head in line with
Craig's. An evil stare pierced through as his lips
suddenly thinned, 'You want to see you woman again, you
do as I say,'

Craig gazed at him. Mbuji continued, 'I want you to
contact them, You phone. You tell them to join you
here...'

'What on Earth...'

SLAP!! Craig's bruised face was sclaffed harshly. It
wasn't over. Mbuji's trembling hand quickly swung back.
It centered the white man once again, almost driving
him off the bed. The Senegalese now powered over him.
'You do as I say!! If no, first I **** you woman, then
I cut you throat! You understand??!'

Craig's lips quivered. His head still dizzy. How could
he even consider contacting the two girls? What did the
blacks want from them? They were miles away. Mbuji
moved his knife dangerously close. Its tip swished
against the white man's cheek.

'You want to die in Africa?' he droned.

Craig's pupils dilated as he followed the knife
******** against his bruised skin. He peeped up at
Mbuji, 'What am I supposed to tell them?' he asked
unconvinced.

'I no care. You make something up You tell them they
come here. It is emergency.'

'What kind of emergency?'

'You say them that ****** is sick. She be in accident.'

'Accident?'

'Yes, accident. You tell that she in hospital. You no
say anything about us if do, you both dead.' Mbuji
brought the knife to his own neck. he slid it across
vehemently, simulating the cutting of a throat. 'You
make rest up, understand?'

Craig looked down in despair. Who were these people, he
thought. What on Earth did they have in mind? The
Africans towered over him, each with a slick grin.

Mbuji brought his chunky left hand to the white man's
cheek. He pinched it in a patronizing way, before
snatching the photo from his hand. He stepped back and
took another good look at the picture.

The two girls stared back at him. Their tender flesh on
display. Their morbid curves glowing in front of the
sunset. Their perky bosoms supported by pink and yellow
bras. They smiled back at him as if belonging to a
remote paradise. He eyeballed Craig once again, 'I give
you five days!'

It was an order and it bore no mercy. 'Five days? Five
days to do what?' blurted Craig. 'You have five days,'
repeated Mbuji, 'Five days should be plenty. You have
time to give self a clean up, arrange plane tickets,
contacts girls and make arrive at airport. Saturday.'
'Saturday?'

'That right. The girls to be at Lagos airport by
Saturday. If no, you and you woman, ' once again he
brought the rugged knife to his throat. He reminded
Craig that it could be their last day.

'But,' Craig tried to expel some words. In vain. Mbuji
patted him on the shoulder, handed him a scruffy note
and moved towards the door, shadowed by his savage
associates. 'You phone me on this number when all
arranged. I give you other instruction then.'

Craig took the piece of paper. He took a deep breath,
folded the note within his trembling fingers and
watched the blacks leave.

Little did he know the blackmail had just begun.

The day had dragged on at an unbelievably slow pace.
Craig had spent the most of it in a state of sinister
numbness, pacing back and forth across the sticky hotel
room, in a kerfuffle, desperately trying to find a
solution. He had scouted every possible answer.

Recalling what Mbuji had told him the previous night,
the police seemed the last possible option this was
central Africa. His ruminating resumed. The negros held
the one thing he cared about the most: Sheila. If he
didn't oblige, he would have been responsible for her
death and would have never been able to live with that.
On the other hand, how could he possibly get her two
********* involved. Sheila would have never forgiven
him. Craig's mind darted back and forth; chaos engulfed
him.

Stripped off his clammy clothes, he slowly brought his
bruised self under the shower. As the warm water
trickled down over his sore body, his thoughts and
worries unexpectedly appeared to fade away. It felt as
though his concerns had suddenly begun swirling down
the drain.

As his body welcomed the fresh flow of water, Craig
upcurled his toes. He closed his eyes and finally
allowed his body to relax.

His mind emptied completely. His nipples suddenly
tensed. Instinctively, he clenched his buttocks. With
***** rushing furiously throughout his body, a new set
of images paraded throughout his darkened mind. An
invasive, depraved vision: Sheila's naked body. She was
soaked in sweat, glistening under a dangling light
bulb. The white woman was ******** tied up. Her
squirming body completely surrounded by dozens of heavy
black men. She wriggled and wrestled as hands wedged
her down. Her plump breasts slurred and rubbed. Her
lips wrapped around a shiny black rod ferociously
pumping her throat. Her pussy stretched wide, sealed
around a giant meat pole grinding deep inside her tummy
whilst slurring against another veiny penis, pumping
away beneath it, invading her sore bottom hole.

Without any guilt, Craig opened his eyes. He peered
down. He noticed his penis swelling, semi erect as the
steam and water trickled down his naked body. His
hardened rod lumbered outwards, begging to be handled.
In a state of total confusion, the white man tried to
control his thoughts. How could he be aroused?

In vain. The images flooded his mind once again.
Mbuji's enormous shaft it had been subconsciously
taunting his mind ever since he had seen it. His vision
shifted once again. Sheila's wriggling body, covered in
sweat; big black hands rubbing her over and over;
fingers penetrating her holes; pink lips and fleshy
tongues invading her mouth; her swollen nipples heaving
outwards. Once again, Mbuji's enormous shaft presented
itself. Craig wondered, What would it would be like
fully erect? Had Sheila been fucked that night by such
a terrifying rod? Craig sighed. Careless. He brought
his right hand down to his groin. He stretched out his
palm and wrapped it around his now rock hard penis. He
closed his eyes.

Suddenly he was there. He could see Sheila. He could
smell her juices. The blacks were everywhere, their
huge rods dangling in front of her, waiting for their
turn. Moving his grip up and down his swollen penis,
Craig's body shuddered. He thought of Sheila. He
reopened his eyes. Where was she? They must be fucking
her right now, he thought to himself. He closed his
eyes once again. In the dark room. The white woman was
covered in warm fluid. She was sticky and wet. The
blacks pumped her without mercy; she moaned and groaned
as she swallowed the umpteenth African phallus.

The white man's wrist plunged up and down, deranged.
Its motion riveting faster and faster, his palm
gripping tighter and tighter. Craig could see Sheila,
or so he thought. Her nipples hardened as another
involuntary orgasm invaded her body. And so the sticky
white cream shot out of his throbbing erection, hitting
the dingy sink, splattering the steamed up mirror and
slithering down to the tiled floor. His entire body
shook, his balls quivered, his anus retreated.

'**********!' he heard himself whisper. Exhausted, he
lowered his head and drooped his shoulders.

Dressed in his underpants, Craig lay on the bed. The
clock on the wall read 23:14 hrs.

The white man's confusion had intruded every inch of
his being. A mixture of guilt, stupefaction and lust
now gurgled inside of him. How could I have possibly
done that, he thought to himself. The empty room
offered no immediate answers. 'What have I become?' he
uttered as he stared at his bruised self in the mirror.
Conventional wisdom advised him to feel guilt and
desperation. But he was unable to. The African heat had
revealed a darker side to his character, a sadistic
alter ego. For some reason, he just couldn't avoid the
reactions in his body. Once again his underpants puffed
up.

He simply couldn't keep his erection down. Once again,
his sinister thoughts came knocking: his white
companion was at that very moment in the hands of the
vicious Negros.

Craig desperately tried to focus his mind. He thought
about what Mbuji had said earlier. The two girls. Jenny
and Cristina. He was supposed to entangle them.
Convince them to come to Africa. The heart of Africa.
The slums of the heart of Africa. Hell, for better
words,

The white man lay back on the bed as an unexpected,
welcoming breeze swept the sweltering hotel room.
Leering upwards, he followed some lazy moths hover
towards the peeling ceiling; their droning hum echoing
malignantly.

*

Another day beckoned. The new day came and passed in a
breath.

Holding the receiver, Craig's hand started to shiver.
He gazed at the orange sunset, radiating an innocent
beauty behind the ugly urban buildings. As he dialed
the international number, his mind numbed. His thoughts
had suddenly gone AWOL. What am I supposed to say, he
thought to himself.

'I can't. I just can't!' he blurted out, ready to place
the receiver back down. 'Hello.' a young voice suddenly
answered.

'Uh,, Hello?' Craig uttered, fumbling with the phone,
surprised to hear a voice. 'Who is this?' the young
woman asked curiously. Craig listened intently. He was
hesitant, out of synch. Anxiety set in as the long-
distance line crackled. Jenny waited on the other side
of the pond. 'It's Craig.' he said nervously.

'Oh, Hi Craig! Great to hear from you.' ­she replied.
'How are you both?' Her words immediately opening a
dark void. Both? he thought to himself.

'Listen Jenny, is Cristina there with you?' Craig
immediately intervened. 'No she's out. Is everything
Okay? You sound a little shaky.'

The young woman was miles away, but Craig felt
instantly cornered. He continued hesitantly, 'Nothing,
it's just that, I would have liked to have spoken to
you both that's all.'

Jenny's tone lowered as a shade of anxiety appeared to
creep in. 'Is everything alright? Where's Mum?'
Dragging the phone to the center of the room, Craig
lowered himself onto the bed. He ran his fingers
through his sweaty hair. 'Listen Jenny, are you
sitting?'

'Why?' she countered apprehensively. 'Please, just sit.
There's something I need to tell you.'

'Okay, I'm sitting. What on Earth is going on?' she
replied.

'It's a long story but there's been an accident and...'

'And WHAT?!'

'...and your ******, she, she was involved.'

'Oh my God!' yelled Jenny.

'But listen, I'm taking care of her.' Jenny's voice
quivered; she stumbled to get her words out, 'But how?
When? and where is she now?'

The time had come. Craig commenced the ultimate crock
of lies, devising a devilish tale. He spoke of an old
jeep speeding off-road. The impact with the tree, The
emergency airlift to the hospital, He proceeded to
explain how Sheila was in an African infirmary.
Supposedly she was getting better, nonetheless was
unable to speak on the phone. With each deceiving word,
Craig could envisage Mbuji's grinning face, his flick-
knife glistening, his fat lips swelling.

****** like, he asked the young girl not to worry,
'Everything's gonna be okay Jenny,' he assured her.

Jenny had remained in silence throughout the chronicle.
In shock. She eventually gained some strength. She
questioned Craig about her ******* recovery. 'How long
will it take?' she asked.

Craig's voice suddenly tensed, his performance cranked
up a notch, ready for the ****, 'Listen, Jen. I want to
be frank with you. The Doctors have informed me that it
could take some time. Your ******* conditions aren't
that simple. Right now she is using a pen and a pad to
communicate with me and...'

'Oh, Mum,' sighed the young woman. The time had come,
Craig thought, 'I was thinking that maybe, you and your
sister, could...'

'Could what?'

'Well, you know, could come over and stay by her side.
She needs you. Both of you.'

In a state of dismay, Jenny nodded her aching head. As
if twirling down a dark tunnel, she rubbed her temple
and closed her eyes, confused. After a moment's
silence, she breathed into the phone, 'Uh, yes. You're
probably right.' Craig ranged in. 'Listen, you don't
have to worry about flights and accommodation. I have
my American Express with me and I can arrange for you
and your sister to be here by the end of the week. I
can pick you up at the Lagos Airport.

Naomi knuckled under. 'Okay. Listen, I'll need speak to
Christina. I'll explain the whole story to her.'

'Try to be gentle with her.' Craig replied
diabolically.

'Of course. I'll find the right words. Well, I'll try.'

'Your ****** will be so pleased when she sees you
both.' 'I know. Please tell her to be strong.'

'I will.'

'Did you say Lagos?' Naomi asked confused. Geography
had never been her forte. She knew that Africa was
somewhere across the ocean. To describe its shape or
exact position however would have been arduous for her,
let alone know its states or cities.

'Yes. It's in Nigeria.' replied Craig, as if that would
help her, slumped on his bed, he suddenly straightened
his back. 'It's absolutely simmering over here!' he
continued with new found energy. 'So make sure you
bring your summer clothes. Shorts and sandals.
Understood?'

Analyzing his words, Craig didn't know why he had felt
the need to underline that to the young girl. Thinking
twice however, it became obvious to him. No longer
surprised by his body reactions, he suddenly felt a
heavy twitch beneath his clammy pants. Subconsciously,
he started to picture the young woman in a skimpy top
and clinging shorts his fresh erection grew
unrestrained.

'Okay, so how shall we leave things?' asked Jenny.

Baffled by the flow of ***** to his genitals, Craig
replied with a moist tongue, 'Give me a day to book the
tickets and then I'll call you with the flight numbers
and departure times.'

'Okay Craig, I'll wait for the call.'

'I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye for now.'

'Bye then.'

Craig placed down the receiver. His left hand drooped
down to his groin. His swollen phallus had been
twitching throughout the entire conversation. He rubbed
it. He could feel its veins pulsing. The white man
slumped back down, stretching out on the bed. Gazing up
at the scrubby ceiling, he viciously tugged down his
underwear. His hardened rod sprung up. Craig gave in to
his devious thoughts he couldn't hold back any further.
He closed his eyes in ********** to his alter ego. The
truth had finally beckoned. Who was he kidding, he
thought to himself. He knew exactly what kind of fate
would expect the two girls if they were to set foot in
such a Godforsaken place.

Craig's mind instantly recurred an array of deviant
fantasies. The images flowed without surcease. Jenny
and her younger sister Christina, their bodies,
beautiful young bodies, firm, tanned and smooth, amidst
dozens of negros. Well hung, muscley and merciless. He
could see the white girls' flesh ******** exposed,
their flimsy clothes ripped off, powerful black rods
invading their most private parts. Craig nested his
head back, inhaled deep and allowed his throbbing penis
to squirt out its warm, sticky cream, flooding the
sheets and dingy mattress.

'I hope you have good news!' ­droned Mbuji, on the
other end of the phone. It was Saturday. Craig replied
with a tingling, nervous voice. 'They'll be arriving at
3.00 p.m. I'll be picking them up at the airport.'

'Very good!' 'So now what do I do?' asked Craig. Mbuji
sniggered maliciously, 'Well, you will have to do
exactly what I say. I come over to hotel now. I explain
everything. Is understand?'

'Okay, I'll wait for you here,' the white man's shivery
voice countered. 'You remember good, you no follow my
instruction and you never see you woman again, is
understand?' Mbuji's warning sunk in like a promise.
His control was ironclad.


As flight 2745W hovered over the bustling city of
Lagos, Jenny and her younger sister Christina peered
through their steamed up window in a feeble attempt to
get a glimpse of their final destination. Africa was
just beneath them. It lay below like a closed book,
full of mysteries and hidden dangers.

As the old aircraft prepared for landing, the two girls
nervously held hands. Jenny tried to console her
anxious sister, 'Don't worry Christina, everything will
be fine. Just think of Mum. She'll be so relieved when
she see us.'

'I just hope Craig is there waiting for us when we
arrive. It looks awfully busy down there. Look at all
the traffic.' 'I'm sure he is. replied Jenny, 'He cares
so much about Mum and, besides, it was nice of him to
pay for the tickets. ­He said he would be there to pick
us up, so don't worry.'


From the busy airport terminal, Craig watched the plane
gradually come to a halt. As its passengers debarked,
he studied them very carefully. Suddenly, he caught a
glimpse of two white girls descending the impromptu
stairway. ­Surrounded by a dense crowd of black people,
they looked ahead, confused.

Unhindered, Craig's eyes immediately floated towards
their clothes. ­They were now in Africa, but it seemed
the two girls had naively forgotten about it. They wore
shorts and sandals and their upper bodies were nested
in slinky, tight clinging tops. There couldn't possibly
be any cultural difference between home and this 'other
place' called Africa. ­They strolled ahead at ease
unaware of the many stares they had already caught from
a number of black men fronting the airport terminal
window.

'Jenny! Christina! Over here,' shouted Craig as the two
girls left Customs. They promptly spotted the white man
and grinned over, acknowledging his presence. They
headed in his direction dragging their heavy suitcases.
As they moved closer, Craig subconsciously studied
their bodies. ­Jenny had taken the lead and the white
man could immediately feel his throat moistening as her
delicate and smooth skin moved closer into view. ­

She was a significantly tall and slender young woman.
In her early thirties, she had short blonde hair which
cut inwards and tucked delicately into her very pretty
face. She had beautiful white teeth, a petite mouth and
a small, pointed nose. ­Her legs were extremely long
and firm, crowned by a pair of gorgeously athletic
thighs. ­Her full body sported an enviable tan and
although her breasts were not that large and had just a
slight sag, they were extremely enticing, poking out
beautifully from beneath her clinging top.

Christina trailed behind. ­She too was blonde and very
tanned, however she was shorter than her sister and had
longer hair. Her figure was indeed very petite, but
very very arousing. Her thong sandals revealed a
delicate yet very sexy pair of feet. She was also very
pretty, but with a slightly sharper nose. Her mouth
very seductive, her lips tenuous but very tender. She
wore a skimpy skirt which clung lewdly to her backside
and floated above her knees. A skimpy white vest stuck
to her sexy torso revealing a firm pair of teets; not
oversized but they were slightly larger and heavier
than her sister's. Both girls were smoothly shaved and
their skin glistened a soft and very arousing
complexion.

Craig's heart began to drum. He had already noticed a
number of blacks staring at the white girls and thought
best to speed things up. With a frivolous tone, he
welcomed the two girls, 'Hi girls, how was your
flight?.'

'Very long, that's all I can say,' replied Jenny. She
moved closer and gave Craig a brief and innocent hug.
For just a fraction of a second, he got a warm feel of
her smooth and delicate skin. Christina soon switched
places with her sister and as she hugged Craig his
arousal grew further at the feel of her delicate
breasts pressing against his chest. The two girls
smelled so good. The white man struggled awkwardly. He
desperately tried to disguise the throbbing erection in
his pants.

'My car is waiting just outside,' he said, 'Can I carry
your suitcases for you?'

'No, that's okay, we've got them.' countered Jenny.

The girls seized their luggage and started to make
their way towards the exit. Trailing behind, the white
man could not avoid staring, down at their smooth,
silky legs.

As the rented vehicle made its way throughout he
bustling streets of central Lagos, the girls peered
outside their windows. Their faces bearing a sealed
degree of disappointment: they were expecting a
slightly more pleasant environment. Their surroundings
presented them with rubbish and squalor. ­Unclean
streets crossing sideways with tight alleyways. The
vehicle slugged forward at a walking pace and was
slowly swallowed up by the masses of black people
inundating the busy city center. 'It's very different
isn't it?' said Craig.

'Yes. There aren't many white people here are there?'
asked Christina. She looked very nervous in the rear
passenger seat. For some reason black people had always
made her uncomfortable. Ever since she was a *****, she
had been afraid of them. ­She had never even shook
hands with a black person before and now here she was,
miles away from home and surrounded by masses of
'blackies' as she had once heard them called.

'No, this is Central Africa, it's very unlikely that
we'll meet any other whites whilst we're here.'
­replied Craig. Hearing the unwelcome words, the
younger woman carefully wound up window up, despite the
simmering heat.

'So where is Mum?' asked Jenny. 'She's at the hospital.
­We'll go and see her tomorrow. They have strict
visiting hours here. I've booked you a room each at my
hotel. ­We're heading there now. It's best if you both
get some rest. ­You've had a long journey.'

After seeing to Jenny, Craig ushered Christina into her
own hotel room. ­The old chamber had a feeble yet
disturbing pong. It had a stained deck and was losing
plaster in certain patches of its cracked sidewall.
Craig dunked her suitcase onto the bed; Christina moved
to the window to check out the view. There wasn't much
to see: ­a scabby, old building faced her room, nothing
more. The young woman didn't appear completely at ease.
'I know it's not the best,' said Craig, 'but there
weren't any other rooms left.'

Looking at the dingy side alleyway down below,
Christina tucked her hands beneath her arms and gave
herself a nervous embrace. 'Is Mum gonna be alright?'
she asked. 'I've been told that she'll be dismissed
within a week or two. We just need to be patient that's
all.'

The young girl moved towards her suitcase and unlatched
it. 'I can't wait to see her,' she uttered. 'I've been
so worried.'

'Listen, just take your time okay. Have some rest, take
a shower and we'll all go and see her tomorrow.' As the
deceiving words left his mouth, Craig couldn't help
drifting his gaze once again over the young blonde's
gorgeous little body. Again, he studied her delicate
feet, her smooth legs, her slim waist and her perky
little breasts.

Christina started to unpack her suitcase. She took out
some shorts and a couple of summer tops, then some
toiletries and some other perfumes. To Craig's
astonishment, she suddenly extracted a lacy pair of
white g-strings. Craig's throat moistened instantly at
the accidental sight of the young girl's underwear.
Once again, he began to eye her up and down. He
envisaged her intimately, wearing the sensual panties
beneath her clinging shorts.

'I think I'm going to take that shower,' she said
innocently; totally unsuspecting of the depraved
thoughts engulfing the white man standing only a few
feet away from her.

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Karen's Bitch Training


I was sitting in my dark living room sipping on a mixed
***** and fuming. It was nearly midnight. Because my
fifteen year old ******** had been caught sneaking out
in the past I had checked her room before I went to bed
and found that she was out again. Now I was sitting in
the dark and staring at the clock on the VCR and
waiting for her to come home so that I could **** her.
Well, not really. But I was furious and she was going
to know it.

In the last year it seemed like my entire life was just
going to hell. My husband and I had split up. Well, I
kicked him out. All we ever did was fight anymore. We
fought about everything. We fought about money and sex
and the best way to raise our teenage ********. We
fought about the house and the cars and the bills and
my shopping habits. But mostly we fought about sex.
Towards the end neither one of us seemed to have a
civil word for the other.

I would like to be able to say that our problems were
entirely my husband's fault. That would not be
accurate. I realized even while it was happening that
it was mostly my fault. Not entirely. But mostly.

I can't tell you why I made no effort to even meet him
half way. It isn't that I didn't love him anymore. I
still love him and I think that he still loves me. We
just couldn't stay in the same house any longer.

I have to admit that I have nearly spent us into the
poorhouse. I must be one of those compulsive shoppers.
I spent more money than we had every month and the more
my husband yelled at me about it the more I spent.

As for the sex, I have never been very fond of sex. It
always seemed so dirty, so demeaning. In the beginning
I kept my feelings to myself and did what I could to
make it pleasurable for my husband. But soon after our
******** was born I lost all interest and it became
more difficult to allow myself to be used that way. And
long before our relationship had devolved into a good
imitation of the warm up to a bout of professional
wrestling I had become untouchable. I have to admit
though that once the sex stopped altogether it was a
relief for me. I miss having a man around sometimes. I
miss being held and having someone to cuddle up to. But
I don't miss the sex.

After a particularly loud and mean spirited argument
one evening I insisted that my husband leave and not
come back. The second thoughts didn't start until he
had been gone for a few days.

We both have lawyers now. We are going through what
they call a trial separation. Our ******** is staying
with me but she blames me for the breakup. We are only
just barely able to be in the same room long enough to
eat dinner.

Lori is two months away from turning sixteen. She is a
beautiful girl in the body of a beautiful young woman.
She is intelligent but far too headstrong. Her
resentment since I threw her dad out has begun to
fester into open hostility. That hostility has lead to
fights that are reminiscent of the arguments that I was
having with her ****** before he left. She has become
all but unmanageable. She has started to dress like a
slut and on several occasions I have caught her
sneaking back into the house after midnight. If I
didn't need the ***** support money that I'm getting
from her ****** I'd send her off to live with him.
Unfortunately my job doesn't pay well enough to support
my shopping habits without the extra money I get from
him.

I am only thirty-two and I'm not ready to let myself
go. I have a great figure and it is important to me
that I dress well and that my wardrobe is stylish and
current. My job as a secretary isn't the most
satisfying or high paying job but it was the best that
I could do when I started working after Lori entered
the fourth grade. Since I didn't finished high school
and I had never worked before I was pretty darned lucky
to get that job.

I finally heard a noise at the front door and I heard
my ******** sneaking in. I was all ready to start
yelling at Lori. I didn't know what else I could do to
punish her. She was already grounded but she ignored
that. I had taken away her cell phone but she bought
another with her own money. I have no idea where she
got the money.

I waited for Lori to come in so I could let her have it
but she didn't. I heard noises from just inside the
front door and I realized that she was with a boy and
that they were making out by the door.

I lost it. I stormed through the living room and into
the foyer and when I saw the boy she was with I started
screaming at them. Boy! Young man was more like it. He
looked like he must surely be in his twenties. It was
hard to tell though. I'm not that familiar with black
people. It was hard for me to judge.

This young black man had his arms around my fifteen
year old ********! His hands were on her backside and
they were kissing, if you can call it that. It looked
like they were trying to swallow each other! It was the
most disgusting thing that I had ever seen.

I shrieked at them. I grabbed Lori's arm and jerked her
away from that ****** and when he turned to face me I
slapped him as hard as I could.

I screamed at him to leave my house immediately and
demanded that he never speak to my ******** again.

He stood there rubbing his cheek with his hand. He was
glowering at me and towering over me. I suddenly was
struck by just how large he was. He was at least six
feet tall, probably a couple inches taller than that.
He must have weighed well over two hundred pounds and
there did not appear to be an ounce of fat on him. He
was wearing a dark t-shirt and his muscles stuck out
all over the place. His arms were huge.

Still, despite his rather amazing physique and his
advanced age relative to my ********, I was not yet
aware of the peril I was in. I was in my house and he
was the young man sneaking my ******** home at
midnight. I was the ****** and I was in charge. It
wasn't until I saw the look in his eyes that I started
to feel uncomfortable.

He dropped his hand from his cheek and I saw the fury
in his face and I realized at last that I was not in
control here. I tried to bluff. I yelled at him to get
out before I called the police. When this threat
elicited nothing but a sneer from him I knew that I was
in trouble.

I was just about to yell at him again, to demand that
he leave. Before I could open my mouth Lori pulled her
arm out of my grip and in a disturbingly quiet, calm,
somewhat mocking voice she said, "******, I would like
you to meet Kevin. He is my boyfriend. I guess you
probably got that impression when you saw us."

Kevin and I were staring at each other in a battle of
wills that I was starting to feel myself losing. We
stared at each other in silence for what seemed like an
eternity before he said, "I am going to overlook what
you just did because I realize that you don't know any
better. But you are going to experience a lot of pain
if you are not a fast learner bitch. You don't ever hit
me. You don't hit any man. You don't every raise your
voice to me. You do not raise your voice to any man.
Your ******** was right. You need to learn your place
in the world just like she did."

I gasped loudly and exploded, "BITCH! Don't you dare
come into my house and call me a name. How dare you!
Get out! Get out this moment!"

The next thing I knew I was sitting on the floor
holding my face and gasping for breath. He had hit me!
No one had ever hit me before. Never! Not once in
thirty-two years had anyone ever raised a hand to me. I
was too shocked to even cry!

I sprang to my feet with the idea of attacking him and
scratching his eyes out but somehow I found myself back
on the floor rubbing my other cheek. I never even saw
him move his arm!

I screamed and jumped up again and the next thing that
I knew he had my arm twisted up behind my back and he
was holding a handful of my hair and I was powerless.

Kevin slowly lifted my arm higher behind my back until
I stopped struggling. I started to scream at him to
release me but as soon as the first syllable left my
lips he lifted my arm even further and my scream turned
into a cry of pain.

When I was finally subdued he pulled me close and
calmly said, "You were warned bitch. Now you are going
to have to be punished."

He turned to Lori and said, "I need some rope. Do you
have any?"

Lori, as calm as can be, replied, "I think there is
some in the garage. I'll get it."

As she turned away I called out, "Lori! What..."

That was as far as I got before Kevin lifted my arm and
cut me off. He leaned forward and with his lips right
at my ear he said, "Hush bitch. You are finally going
to learn your place. It is a shame that people have
spoiled you this way. You are such a pretty bitch."

I stood there, helpless and in shock as his lips moved
lightly over my neck which had been exposed by his firm
grip on my long, blonde hair. I started crying quietly
but I think that I was crying more from the frustration
I felt at being so totally helpless than anything else.

I wanted to scream at him to take his hands off of me,
to take his lips off of me. The nerve of this young
man! But until he turned me loose I didn't dare make a
sound.

I was feeling so ********. I was ******** by his very
presence in my home. But now, to be held helpless while
he brazenly kissed my neck! My god! This verged on
being ****!

****! As soon as the word flashed through my mind I
shuddered. Surely he wouldn't! My ******** was here. He
was her boyfriend. No. He wouldn't try that.

As if he was reading my mind the hand that was holding
my hair in its firm grip suddenly released me. Kevin
still had my arm twisted up behind my back and I could
not move. But his free hand now came to rest on my
shoulder before sliding down to cup my breast.

I struggled for only a second before the increasing
pressure on my arm ****** me to stand still as this
young black man who had come into my home and
effortlessly overpowered me gently but boldly began to
caress my breast through my blouse and bra.

I moaned as the horror of the situation I was in
finally began to sink into my brain. I don't know if
Kevin mistook my moan for something that it wasn't or
if he was just being facetious when he leaned his head
down and whispered, "Be patient you sweet little bitch.
First I have to punish you. Then will come the
pleasure."

I shook my head violently and in not much more than a
loud whisper I said, "No! No you can't!"

In response his tongue came out and lapped at my cheek
like a dog might. Then he chuckled and said, "You will
learn bitch. Soon you will learn not to say no. You do
not ever say no. Not to me, not to any man. I'm going
to teach you. I suspect that it will be a painful
lesson for you. But you will learn. Your ******** has
learned. She is much happier now. You will be much
happier once you have learned your place."

Lori came back into the foyer with her hands full of
rope. She saw her boyfriend's hand on my breast and
smiled. I knew that she resented me but how could she
countenance this?! Her boyfriend was going to punish me
and then **** me! Surely she didn't approve!

Kevin guided me into the living room and ordered Lori
to turn the lights on. Once the lights had been turned
on he looked around but apparently he wasn't satisfied
with what he saw. He took a piece of rope from Lori and
tied my arms behind my back. He looped it up around my
neck before he tied it off so that I had to hold my
arms up behind my back at an unnatural and
uncomfortable angle to keep from ******* myself.

He tied that rope off and then tied my ankles together.
He stood up when my ankles were secure and said, "I
want you to wait right there bitch. Don't move, don't
speak."

He turned and headed for the garage. I was too
terrified to just stand there. I had begun to realize
that I was in no position to make demands. I was ******
to plead.

I pleaded with Kevin to let me go. Or at least I tried.
I started to. As soon as I opened my mouth he turned
around and scowled fiercely. He stepped back over to
where I stood helplessly bound in the middle of the
room and as if he were speaking to a misbehaving *****
he said, "You just don't listen very well do you bitch?
Did you not hear me just now? Did you not hear me say
'don't speak'? You may be more difficult to train than
I thought."

He turned to Lori then and said, "Give me your
underwear."

I watched in dismay as Lori reached under her skirt and
pulled her panties down. She handed them to Kevin. He
wadded them up and turned back to me and said, "Open
your mouth bitch."

I stared at him aghast. It was obvious what he planned.
There was no way that I could allow him to put my
********* soiled underwear in my mouth. I just
couldn't!

He shook his head and grabbed a handful of my hair
again. He twisted and pulled on my hair and when I
screamed in pain he shoved my ********* panties into
my mouth. I heard her giggle as she watched him torment
me and that made my despair at this horrible situation
just that much deeper.

I struggled to push the panties out of my mouth with my
tongue and when I did I made another horrible
discovery. My ******** had had sex tonight! This man
had had intercourse with my young ********! The
evidence was now resting on my tongue. As soon as I
realized it I began to gag and when I did Kevin slapped
me again.

I looked up at him and he brought his face right down
to mine. He smiled and said, "If you throw up you might
drown. I would be sorry if that happened. I am really
looking forward to training you. So please control
yourself bitch."

I managed to control the urge to vomit. It was
difficult. But I didn't want to drown in my own vomit.

As Kevin turned and walked away I looked at Lori. I
pleaded with my eyes. I knew we had our problems. But
how could she allow anyone to treat her ****** this
way?!

Lori smiled sweetly and moved closer to me. She leaned
forward and kissed my cheek and said, "Don't worry
******. Once you are trained you will be so much
happier. You just need to learn how to please a man.
Kevin is going to make your life so much easier. And
wait until you see his big, beautiful cock. You're
going to love it. And not just him ******, he has a lot
of friends with big, black cocks. Once you have been
trained you are going to be so much happier. You'll
have something to occupy your time besides spending
daddy into bankruptcy. Sex is a lot more fun than
shopping mom. You'll see."

I shuddered in revulsion. I couldn't believe that this
girl was my ********. I didn't know her at all! She
wasn't just allowing her boyfriend to ******* and ****
her ******. She was taking pleasure from it!

Kevin came back from the garage and climbed up onto the
coffee table. I watched as he tapped on the ceiling
looking for a beam. When the sound told him that he had
located a beam he screwed a large hook into the
ceiling. When it was firmly in place he climbed down
and moved the coffee table out of the way. He pulled me
closer and when I was standing under the hook he
braided a length of rope into my hair and looped it
through the hook in the ceiling. He pulled it taut and
tied it off with no slack at all. The slightest
movement pulled painfully at my hair.

When he was satisfied he untied my ankles and stepped
back to examine me. He seemed pleased with his
handiwork, judging by the smile on his face. He stepped
closer once more and said, "Now to get you ready."

He reached out and began to shred my clothing with his
bare hands. He gripped the front of my blouse and tore
it apart. Buttons flew all over the room. The violence
of his actions only added to my steadily building
terror. He pushed my blouse down my arms and allowed it
to d**** over the ropes that secured my wrists. His
large hand came up and reached between my breasts. I
saw his muscles bulge as he jerked on my bra. The pain
in my shoulders and back before the surprisingly strong
garment let go caused me to cry out into the nylon
panties still stuffed into my mouth. But this strong
young man would not be denied and in seconds my bra was
hanging at my waist and my breasts were exposed.

I had always been very self-conscious about my body,
especially my small breasts. Well, they weren't that
small now. Until I became pregnant I was just barely a
B cup. After Lori was born they had grown to a C cup.
They had gotten slightly smaller when my body recovered
from ********** but not much and I was happier with
them now. But I was not in the habit of showing them
around. The only people who had seen my breasts were my
husband and my OB\GYN. The only two places that I was
ever nude were in the bathroom and the bedroom, and not
that often in the bedroom. I had never really been that
comfortable with my husband seeing me undressed. He
complained about it at first but that was the way that
I was raised. There was nothing wrong with being
proper.

Now this...this ****** that my ******** was dating was
tearing my clothes off and I could do nothing but allow
it. I had never been so humiliated in my life!

Kevin stood back and examined my breasts and smiled. He
was obviously pleased. He turned to Lori and said, "Go
out to my car and get my camera out of the trunk. I
want some pictures of this."

Lori spun around and hurried from the room as her
boyfriend reached out and cupped my breasts in his
hands. His hands seemed huge as they enveloped my
breasts. He leaned down and one at a time he took each
of my nipples into his mouth and teased them with his
tongue. I felt them react to his touch and it made me
furious that my body would betray me that way. I wanted
desperately to pull away from him but every move I made
pulled painfully at my hair. Finally I just closed my
eyes and tried to control the terror that was building
up inside of me.

I was going to be raped. I had always been very careful
and I had been reasonably certain that I would never
fall victim to this particularly heinous crime. I had
always been convinced that most of those women who were
raped were at least in part responsible for their own
fate. They had undoubtedly dressed inappropriately and
placed themselves in a dangerous situation. I never
made those mistakes. Now I was going to be raped in my
own home and my ******** was an accomplice! It was just
too horrible to contemplate.

I heard my ******** come back in and as her vile
boyfriend continued suckling on my breasts she began to
move around us taking pictures. After she had taken a
dozen pictures he stepped back and took the camera from
her. He took several pictures of my naked breasts and
then he ordered her to finish undressing me.

I could only groan in helplessness as I felt Lori move
up behind me and unfasten my skirt. Kevin continued
taking pictures as my ******** removed my skirt. He
laughed when my skirt was around my ankles and made fun
of my "granny panties" as Lori hooked her thumbs in the
waistband and slowly slid them off of me.

Kevin took more pictures as Lori slid my panties down.
When I was naked he lowered the camera and they stood
together and made fun of my full bush of pubic hair. He
stepped closer and grabbed a handful of my pubic hair
and as he pulled painfully he chuckled and asked, "Damn
bitch! Don't you ever trim this ****?!"

I just stood there crying. What else could I do?

Kevin took a knife out of his pocket and ordered Lori
to finish removing my blouse and my bra. When they were
gone he took a few more pictures and then he handed the
camera back to Lori and said, "I'm going to punish her
now. I wish I had brought my movie camera."

Lori volunteered, "We have one. Do you want me to get
it?"

Kevin nodded and asked, "Do you have a tripod?"

Lori nodded and ran out of the room.

While she was gone her boyfriend began exploring my
body with his large hands. I felt so dirty as he slid
his fingers through my exposed pubic region and then
went behind me and explored the area between my
buttocks that had never been touched by a man. His
large finger pressed against my anus and he said, "I
don't even have to ask. I know there has never been a
cock in here. I bet you've never sucked a cock either,
have you bitch? The amount of cherries I'm getting from
you and your ******** are really starting to add up. I
popped her cherry pussy and her cherry ass and her
cherry mouth. Now I'm going to pop your cherry ass and
your cherry mouth. And I bet your cunt is so tight it's
just like a cherry. A bitch as uptight as you are has
never been broken in right. But don't worry bitch. By
the time I invite my friends over to fuck you, you are
going to fuck and suck like a pro."

My mind was reeling. What kind of monster was this
man?! How did my ******** fall into his clutches?! How
long has he been ********* her?

Kevin's fingers moved out from between my buttocks and
caressed them before he moved back around and cupped my
pubic mound. He smiled and said, "Before I fuck you
that hair is going to have to go bitch. You look like a
fucking sheep!"

I felt his fingers moving and one of them began to
penetrate me. I was completely dry of course and I
grunted in pain as his large finger was ****** into my
vagina. Relief washed over me as he pulled his finger
out of me. He looked at me and through my tears I could
see the disgust on his face. He stared me right in the
eye as he put his finger in his mouth and wet it and
then slowly returned it to my vagina.

It made me furious that I couldn't even shake my head.
I was totally helpless as he slowly teased my labia and
then I felt his finger move inside of me. His finger
was nearly as large as my husband's penis and as that
realization came over me I suddenly remembered that
stereotype about black men and wondered if it was true.
I had never been very comfortable with my husband's
five inch penis. It was the only one that I have ever
seen but I had heard about black men and now that it
appeared that I was going to be ****d by one I was
concerned.

Her boyfriend was still working his finger into me when
Lori returned with the camera and tripod. She smiled as
if she was amused at what this vile young man was doing
to me and asked him where he wanted the camera.

She set it up nearby and started it and then, while she
came closer and began taking pictures with Kevin's
digital still camera he pulled his large leather belt
off and wrapped the buckle end around his hand a few
times.

Despite the pain in my scalp I shook my head violently
and twisted around, trying to pull my hair free of the
rope that held me in place. I managed only to amuse my
tormentors. I caused myself more pain and more
*********** when my breasts began bouncing around as if
to amuse them.

Kevin moved out of sight behind me and after a short
pause I heard his belt swish through the air and I felt
an explosion of pain on my butt. I screamed into my gag
and tried desperately to think of some way to make him
understand that this was wrong, that he couldn't do
this to me.

Seconds later there was that noise again and again I
felt the horrible pain as his belt came in contact with
my tender flesh. I screamed once more into the gag and
struggled to stay in place. My body's natural desire to
avoid this horrible pain caused me to move away from
the only place that I could stand without pulling at
the hair on my head. Every time he struck me with that
thing I jumped and nearly fell as the rope pulled me
back into place.

The first half dozen lashes struck on my buttocks. Then
he began to work the belt down my legs. When he had
finished covering my legs in welts he moved up and
tried to whip my back. Because of the way my arms were
restrained behind me he wasn't able to whip my back
very well. So he moved around in front of me.

When I realized that he was going to continue whipping
me I nearly passed out from the terror. I was crying
hysterically now. The pain was unimaginable,
unbearable. I would have done anything at this point to
make it stop. I would even have allowed him to **** me.

But he wasn't finished. Through my tears I watched his
arm go back and I saw the violent stroke coming as he
brought the belt down on my breasts. I think that at
that moment I did pass out, if only for a second. The
pain in my scalp when my legs went out from under me
was like a bucket of cold water bringing me quickly
back to awareness.

I tried closing my eyes but I couldn't. I had to watch.
I had to know when the pain was going to come. His arm
went back again and again. And again and again the pain
washed over me as that heavy piece of leather beat
violently against my breasts and my stomach and down my
belly to my upper thighs. I have no idea how long it
lasted or how many times he struck me. It seemed to go
on for hours. I know that it didn't. But it seemed like
it.

He finally dropped his arm to his side and stood in
front of me looking me over. When I had calmed down a
little, when my crying had become a little less
hysterical, he put his finger under my chin and lifted
my head. He looked me in the eye and asked, "If I
remove that gag now and untie your arms will you stand
still and remain quiet?"

I nodded my head as much as I was able to.

He smiled and said, "If you disobey me it starts
again."

I nodded again and he reached between my lips and
pulled my ********* soiled underwear out of my mouth.
I gasped for air and tried desperately to get moisture
in my mouth but I uttered not a sound.

He stared at me for a few moments before he moved
behind me and untied my wrists. The pain in my wrists
and shoulders and the chafing from the rope that went
around my neck were finally gone and I sighed in
relief.

Kevin moved back in front of me and in the voice a
parent might use on a recalcitrant ***** he said, "I
took it easy on you because you've never been properly
trained and didn't realize the rules. If I have to
punish you again it will be much worse. But I won't
have to punish you again. Will I?"

I groaned in pain and breathlessly answered, "No! Oh
god no! Please. I'll be good. Don't punish me again.
Please."

Kevin smiled and said, "Sir. You must always address me
as sir. Me, my friends, men on the street, every male
is sir to you. Don't forget."

I quickly answered, "No sir. I won't forget. I promise
sir."

I was still restrained. My hair was still tied to the
rope that went up to the hook in the ceiling. But even
if that rope had been removed I was far too terrified
to do anything but obey. I wasn't thinking of the
horrible fate that awaited me. I was only grateful that
the whipping had stopped. I hated myself for it, but I
realized that I would do anything to avoid being struck
by that belt again.

I tried not to think about what "anything" meant. Kevin
had already been quite clear about that. But I didn't
want to think about it. I just knew that I couldn't
take that whipping again. I had never been struck
before and I would do anything to avoid being struck
again.

Kevin instructed Lori to go and get everything that I
would need to shave my pubic area. While she was doing
that Kevin examined my bruised body with his fingers.
As his fingers grazed lightly over my ****** flesh he
said, "So, you have learned your lesson after only one
punishment session?"

I quickly responded, "Yes sir! I promise!"

He chuckled and asked, "You are going to try to tell me
that in only fifteen minutes you have become a
completely changed woman. You have seen the error of
your ways and I will never have to punish you again?"

I immediately swore that I had changed.

He cupped my red, sore breast in his large hand and
said, "I have never seen a bitch as fucked up in the
head as you were that could change after just one
whipping. I suspect we'll be doing that again before
very long. That's alright bitch, don't bother to argue.
I'm sure you have good intentions. But it won't be long
before I have to whip you again. And remember what I
said, I took it easy on you this time because you
didn't know any better. I might be wrong though. Your
little girl was a fast learner. Maybe you are too.
We'll see."

I tried to ***** that image out of my mind as his hand
mauled my breasts. He ran his hands over my stomach and
then back up and said, "I have to give you credit
bitch. For an old broad you are in pretty damned good
shape. Lori said you have a swimming pool out back.
Don't you ever go outside? You have the whitest skin I
ever saw."

I winced as his hand moved over the red stripes on my
stomach. I answered, "I go out sometimes, in the
morning and evening. I always use lots of sun block
though. I try to take care of myself."

Lori finally came back into the room and set everything
down on the coffee table. Kevin freed my hair from the
rope but left the rope hanging from the hook. I assumed
that its presence would be a constant reminder, as if
one were needed. He sat down on the couch and told Lori
to get the movie camera off of the tripod and record my
first pubic shave.

When Lori had the camera ready Kevin instructed me to
pull the coffee table over in front of him and spread
the towel out and sit down where he could see what I
was doing. While I was doing that Lori moved around
behind Kevin and recorded everything on the disk.

I pulled the table around and spread the towel out and
sat down. I spread my legs and tried not to think about
the two of them watching and the camera catching my
every move. I picked up the scissors and after a pause
to look at my pubic hair for the last time I started
carefully snipping it off.

I am a natural blonde and although I had a lot of pubic
hair it was light colored, almost red, and the hair was
very fine. I hated cutting it off because I had heard
that if you shave it off it was much more coarse when
it returned. But I was certainly not going to say no to
Kevin.

I trimmed until there was only stubble remaining. I had
to pick up the pile of hair I had cut off and move it
out of my way before I continued. I moistened the
entire area with the damp cloth and then I spread a
layer of shaving foam all around and let it sit for a
moment.

I could feel their eyes on me as I picked up the safety
razor and began to shave. It was so humiliating. But
after everything else that had happened since I caught
these two in my foyer this evening, and everything else
that was to come, this was only a minor ***********. I
knew there was far worse to come.

I shaved all of the stubble off and Kevin made me
spread more foam on my mound. He ordered me to spread
my legs even farther apart and place my heels on the
edge of the coffee table. I sat there, splayed wide,
and he took the camera back from Lori and said, "Okay
girl, you get down there and go back over it. Make sure
she didn't miss anything."

I watched in shock as Lori came around and knelt to the
side so that Kevin could watch as she shaved my mound
for the amusement of her boyfriend and whoever he might
show that movie to.

When Lori had finished she used the damp cloth to wipe
me off and then Kevin ordered me to lie back and lift
my legs and spread them. It didn't even occur to me to
refuse. Nor did I consider refusing when he said, "Okay
bitch. Spread those cheeks so she can make sure you
aren't hiding any hair around your tight little
asshole. I like my virgins hairless."

I had avoided looking at my ********* face but now I
glanced at her and it broke my heart to see nothing but
amusement as I reached down and spread my buttocks open
so that she could inspect my nether regions for her
boyfriend. What could he have done to her to make her
like this?! Or could it really have been me?

Lori inspected my...that area for stray hairs and after
a moment Kevin asked, "Well, did you find any?"

Lori answered, "A few. Do you want me to shave her
there?"

He replied, "No. We don't want any stubble there. Pull
them out."

Lori got up and came back with a pair of tweezers and
with apparent glee she pulled a half a dozen hairs from
back there. She ran her hand through the space between
my buttocks and pronounced me hairless.

Kevin then permitted me to sit up. He ordered Lori to
clean away the shaving supplies and I stood up to fold
the towel up and hand it to her. She returned a moment
later and Kevin ordered her to undress.

Lori didn't even hesitate. Neither did she seem the
least bit ill at ease as she quickly stripped off her
only two garments, a t-shirt and a miniskirt. I
couldn't help noticing her perfect little body. The
last time I had seen her less than fully dressed was
when I helped her buy a training bra when she was
eleven. I had noticed her growing up of course. But
still, it was a shock to see her naked and mature body,
especially under these circumstances.

Once Lori had undressed he ordered her to stand beside
me. He looked at our naked bodies and smiled and said,
"Damn! You two could be fucking sisters! Lori, how come
you didn't tell me your ****** was such a hot bitch?"

Lori shrugged and said, "I've never seen her naked
before. Besides, she's such a frigid bitch it just
never occurred to me. She doesn't turn me on. I had no
idea you'd want to fuck her skanky ass. She drove my
****** away and he is the nicest guy in the world. I
figured no guy would want anything to do with her."

Kevin shook his head and responded, "That was your
******'s problem you stupid cunt. He didn't know how to
treat her. He let the bitch get away with thinking she
was too fucking good for him. She has a hot little bod.
She just needs a strong man to train her. You just
wait. When I'm through straightening this bitch out
she'll be the perfect wife for your old man."

Kevin put down the movie camera and picked up the
digital and took a dozen pictures of Lori and me
standing side by side. He made us turn around slowly
and took pictures until we faced him again. He smiled
and said, "The guys are gonna get a kick out of these.
They're gonna love you, bitch."

I tried not to think about the meaning of that.

Kevin stood up then and stood in front of me. I kept my
eyes down. I was too scared to look him in the face.

He waited for a moment and when I didn't look up he
said, "Look at me bitch."

I cringed as if he had struck me but I looked up and
struggled to look him in the eye. He grinned at me and
asked, "Remember what you said bitch?"

I wasn't sure what he was referring to. He saw the
confusion in my eyes and he said, "Did you forget
already? You said that you will be good now. You
promised that I wouldn't have to punish you again. You
told me that you had learned your lesson."

A shiver ran through my body as he mentioned
punishment. I responded quickly, "No sir. I haven't
forgotten. I'll be good. I promise sir."

His grin grew wider and I knew that he didn't believe
that I would keep my word. I knew that what was about
to happen to me would be very difficult for me to deal
with. But my entire body was still burning from that
horrible whipping and I had no intention of giving him
any reason to do that again, that and worse.

He just said, with a great deal of skepticism, "We'll
see. I'm going to ask you some questions now. If I
catch you in a lie..."

He didn't finish his sentence. He simply reached out
and traced one of the whip marks on my chest. That was
all the threat that was necessary. He knew it too. He
saw it in my eyes.

"First question," he said. "How many men have fucked
you?"

I was proud of the fact that I had been a virgin when I
married and that I had never cheated on my husband. But
I hated answering these personal questions from a
stranger, especially in front of my ********. I was
cowed though. I didn't even think of not answering.

I tried to look back down at the floor. It was hard
enough to answer these kinds of questions without
having to look this strong, violent young man in the
eye. He would allow me not even that amount of privacy
though. He lifted my chin back up and said, "Don't look
away bitch."

I sighed and answered quietly, "One sir. I have only
had sex with one man, my husband."

He laughed and said, "That isn't what I asked you
bitch. I asked you how many men have fucked you. Try
again."

I felt myself turning even redder. I had never used
that word in my life. I glanced at Lori. She laughed
and said, "Fuck mom. The word is fuck. That's what you
call it when dad put his cock in your cunt. He fucked
you. Not very often, apparently. Not often enough. But
on those rare occasions when you spread your legs for
him he fucked you."

I stared at Lori in shock. Those horrible words just
rolled off of her tongue like the most natural thing in
the world. I never allowed her to use foul language,
not even damn! What kind of people was she hanging
around with! But then I looked back at Kevin and my
question answered itself.

I finally steeled myself and answered, "Only one man
has fucked me sir."

He saw how difficult it was for me to say that word and
it really amused him.

"Second question," he said. "How many cocks have you
sucked?"

I hesitated even longer with this question. I wasn't
sure how to answer it. I saw Kevin getting impatient
and I blurted out, "I never sucked a cock sir. I kissed
one a few times but I hated it. It was so demeaning. I
just couldn't do it. It is so nasty."

He laughed again and said, "I didn't think so. I'm not
even going to ask you if anyone has every fucked your
tight ass. I know that's a cherry."

He stood there, close enough to touch, and he said,
"Take my cock out bitch. Take it out and hold it in
your hand while we talk."

I didn't look down. I couldn't. I kept my eyes on his
as I reached out and felt for his zipper. My fingers
encountered the large bulge in the front of his pants
and before I could stop myself I pulled my hands back
as if I had stuck them in a fire.

His grin got a little wider but he just stood there and
waited for me to obey his last order.

I reached out again and this time I found his zipper. I
pulled it down carefully and reached in. I felt around
for his cock and when I found it I gasped. I had to
look down to confirm what I was feeling. It was huge!

It was easily twice as long as my husband's and nearly
three times as big around. It was not going to be
possible to pull it out through the opening in his
pants. I unbuttoned the button on his jeans and reached
inside his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around his
large, hot shaft and as I gripped him I realized to my
great dismay that he was not completely hard yet! It
felt like a huge snake.

I glanced over at my fifteen year old *********
smiling face and thought surely there was no way he was
able to get this huge thing inside of her small body!

Lori knew what I was thinking. She said, "Don't worry
mom. You're going to love that fat cock once you get
used to it. I do."

I turned back to Kevin and he said, "Tell me about your
husband's cock bitch."

I almost whispered, "It's smaller. It's much smaller."

I saw his expression change and I realized what I had
done. I quickly interjected, "Sir! It is much smaller
sir. My husband's cock is about five inches long and
perhaps three quarters of an inch in diameter. It
is...what else? What else do you want to know about it
sir?"

Kevin said, "****! No wonder you're frigid. You're
still a fucking virgin. You've never had a real cock in
your cunt. You don't even know what it's like to get
fucked. I'll never understand how he knocked you up
with a tiny pecker like that."

I had no answer for that. I just stood there with his
twitching penis in my hand and waited for the next
question.

He reached down and started moving my hand slowly up
and down on his shaft. After he showed me what he
wanted he took his hand away. I continued to move my
hand the way he wanted and he asked me, "Did you ever
fool around with another woman?"

I shook my head violently and responded, "No sir! I
would never to that! That's an abomination!"

He said, "I'm not sure what an abomination is. But you
better just get the word never right out of your
screwed up head. If I tell you to eat a cunt you're
going to eat a cunt. And just in case you are
wondering, I like to watch a woman eating cunt. It's
even more fun if they are a ************** team."

As I contemplated what he had just said I felt the bile
rise in my throat. I didn't think that I could do it.
It would be hard to choose between the beating
and...and having sex with my ********. But then I
realized that if I refused, if I said no to this man he
would beat me until I did whatever he wanted anyway. Oh
god! I just didn't think I could do it without getting
sick.

He was watching me. I knew that he was enjoying playing
with my mind. I felt his penis getting harder as I
slowly massaged it and I was sure that the expression
on my face was turning him on more than what I was
doing with my hand.

Kevin watched me in silence for a long moment before he
said, "Last question bitch. Has anyone ever eaten your
cunt?"

I shuddered again. Everything out of this man's vile
mouth seemed to be calculated to be revolting.

I thought back to the few times in our sixteen years of
marriage that my husband had tried to get me to let him
do just that. I remembered still how offended I had
been that he had even suggested such a disgusting
thing.

Kevin was getting impatient for his answer. I took a
deep breath and responded, "No sir. No one has ever
eaten my cunt."

Cunt! I had always thought that was the most demeaning,
crude, disgusting word in the English language. I would
not permit it in my presence and if I heard it come
from the mouth of anyone I knew I never forgot and I
never forgave. And now I had said it.

I had stood right here in front of my ******** and said
that no one had ever eaten my cunt. I had said fuck and
cock. Three of the most odious words I knew of. And
although it was well after midnight I knew that the
night was just getting started. I realized that I was
certain to say and do a lot worse before this monster
was satisfied.

Kevin reached down and grabbed the bottom of his t-
shirt and pulled it off. It had been obvious that his
body was well developed but watching his muscles ripple
under his dark black skin was terrifying. I couldn't
help but appreciate his well sculpted body. Nor could I
help looking at him and thinking that he could snap me
like a twig with almost no effort at all.

He dropped his t-shirt and worked his sneakers off with
his toes and kicked them away. Then he said, "I'll let
you finish unwrapping your present now bitch. Let's get
this show on the road."

More than anything I didn't want to do this. I was
terrified after actually seeing his huge sex organ. He
pushed me to my knees and I grabbed the waist of his
jeans and carefully pulled them down without dragging
his boxers down with them. I glanced up as I worked
them down his legs and it was obvious that he was
amused.

I heard Lori chuckle and then she said, "Jesus mom. Get
on with it. It doesn't bite."

Kevin placed his hand on top of my head and balanced
himself as he stepped out of his jeans. I placed them
on the coffee table and then I reached back up and
slipped my fingers into the waistband of his underwear.
I slowly worked them down over his massive penis and
then stopped and stared in awe as it bounced right in
my face.

The shaft seemed to be even darker than his dark skin.
The massive head was much lighter with a huge opening
in the tip. There was a clear liquid oozing out of the
hole. On a few occasions I had been aware of my
husband's organ oozing this disgusting liquid but I
almost never touched or even looked at his sex organ.

I did not think much of the male sex organ. They were a
necessary evil. They were ugly and smelly and
unpleasant and I always thought that it was a terrible
mistake that they were a necessary part of procreation.

Now I was on my knees in front of this depraved young
black man and his organ was only inches from my face. I
became aware of the unmistakable odor of sex. He had
had sex with someone tonight. I didn't have to think
about it too hard to realize that he must have been
with my ********. I had already tasted the evidence
when he had pushed her panties into my mouth before he
whipped me.

As much as I hated it I couldn't help but be impressed
by his swollen organ. Terrified, but impressed. It must
be at least ten inches long, if not longer. It was so
close to my face I couldn't accurately judge. And it
looked as big around as my wrist.

I glanced at my wrist then and I realized that it might
even be larger than my wrist! I thought that this thing
would surely **** me. But then I thought of Lori and
how much she claimed to enjoy having it used on her. I
couldn't imagine it though. Not in me. (I found out
later that Lori had measured it and it was actually
just over nine inches long and just under four inches
around at the base. I suppose that it just looked so
much larger in my face and seeing it for the first time
like that.)

I came out of my trance and finished removing Kevin's
shorts. I dropped them on his jeans and waited for my
next disgusting order.

Kevin sat down on the couch and spread his legs. He
said, "Okay bitch. I'm going to start you out slow,
just to show you what a nice guy I am."

Lori giggled and kept taking pictures.

Kevin said, "I want you to come over here and show me
and Lori how happy you are with the new cock in your
life. I want you to kiss my balls and my cock and then
lick them. I'll let you know when I get tired of that."

I shuffled a little closer to him on my knees and I
leaned down. As my face came closer to his crotch I was
struck again by the odor of sex. I looked closer and I
could see white flakes around the base of his organ and
clinging to the hair on his testicles.

I wanted desperately to beg him to let me wash him. I
knew that he would refuse though. There was no doubt in
my mind that the idea of ******* me to clean him with
my mouth after he had sex with my ******** ********
amused him greatly. How did a person become so
depraved?!

I took a deep breath and held it and touched my lips to
Kevin's testicles. I held my breath for as long as
possible and moved my pursed lips around his crotch as
he had instructed. As I did my ******** was right in my
face with that camera taking picture after picture of
my ***********.

After a minute or so Kevin laughed and said, "You look
like a fucking chicken pecking away like that. I said
kiss them you stupid bitch, not peck at them. Is that
how you kiss? No wonder your fucking husband left you.
You can't fuck, you won't suck and you kiss like a
fucking chicken! Now do it right or I'll get the ropes
back out."

I tried as much as possible to breathe through my mouth
but I think I was getting used to the smell after
spending several minutes with my face buried in his
crotch. And of course he was sitting there now with his
legs splayed out so he was getting aired out, so to
speak.

I started over, actually kissing the wrinkled, hairy
skin of his testicles. I covered the sack with light
kisses and then I kissed my way up the shaft of his
very intimidating penis.

His penis began to throb more violently as I kissed it
and with each throb more of that clear fluid oozed out
and covered the large knob at the top of the shaft. By
the time I had kissed my way up the shaft that fluid
was beginning to run down the sides and my lips were
coated with it by the time I had kissed my way to the
tip.

Kevin stopped me then and told me to lick my lips
before I started licking his balls. I felt like gagging
as I ran my tongue around my lips and tasted the gross,
slimy lubricant that was oozing out of his sex organ.
Once I got past the idea of how nasty it was to be here
on my knees between the legs of this young black man
and licking his bodily fluids from my lips I realized
that there was almost no taste at all. The idea of it
was nauseating but the fluid itself was mild, almost
without any flavor at all.

I finished licking my lips and tentatively ran my
tongue over his large testicles. This time there was a
taste. I suppose it was a mixture of tastes. I could
taste his salty sweat and the dried residue of his
recent sexual tryst with my ********. I tried not to
think about it as I slowly moved my tongue around his
testicles.

I coated his wrinkled sack with saliva and started to
lick the base of his penis when he stopped me. He
lifted his legs and scooted forward in his seat and
ordered me to lick the crack between his buttocks and
then to lick his anus. Except that those weren't the
words that he used.

I stared at him in shock for a few seconds. I knew that
I was going to end up performing fellatio on him. But
this! Did people actually do that?! One look at his
face, however, and I knew that whether people did it or
not I was going to do it.

I tried not to look. I stared at his muscular chest as
I bent my neck at an uncomfortable angle and lightly
worked my tongue through his sweaty, hairy crevice. I
shuddered in disgust as my tongue moved through that
dark, dank, incredibly nasty part of his body. The
taste of his sweat was stronger here, and there was
another flavor as well. It was a dark, musky taste that
I tried not to think about. I probably knew what it
was, but I just couldn't think about it.

I ****** myself to continue. I moved my tongue through
that nasty crevice and over his anus several times
before I stopped and concentrated on the anus itself.
He really enjoyed it. His eyes closed and he moaned in
pleasure as I worked on him with my tongue. His body
tensed up and trembled as I moved my tongue around. I
had no idea that that part of the body was such a
sensitive erogenous zone. On the other hand, I didn't
care. It was not information that I had any desire to
use in the future. This was the most disgusting,
demeaning act that I could imagine.

Kevin let me work at his anus for a long time. I was
shaking from working with my neck at such an
uncomfortable angle and my jaw and my tongue were so
tired that I was afraid that I was about to lose the
ability to control them when he finally dropped his
legs and told me to resume where I had left off.

I noticed that his shaft was now nearly covered in the
fluid leaking from the tip. He must have been very
excited by what he had just made me do. I hoped he
would not want to do it again. I hated having to use my
tongue on his sex organs. But the other, what he had
just made me do, that was disgusting beyond
description.

I returned to licking his shaft and now I was cleaning
the fluids from his taut black skin with every touch of
my tongue.

He had regained his composure and was now watching me
with that arrogant smile back on his face. I continued
to work mindlessly. I couldn't think about what I must
look like with my mouth ministering to a large, black
sex organ, a sex organ that had recently been in my
young ********* vagina! If I thought about it I'd go
crazy.

It seemed to take a long time but I finally licked my
way to the top of that large symbol of male dominance.
As I slathered the knob atop his throbbing shaft with
my tongue he smiled and said, "You're doing better than
I thought you would bitch. Maybe I won't have to beat
you again after all, at least, not for a while. I don't
doubt that you'll fuck up eventually. Your head is too
screwed up for you to come around this quick. But
that's okay. I'll do whatever it takes to make a good
bitch out of you. I'm just that kind of a guy. Now,
wrap your lips around that cock and show me how much
work you need to do before you can be a decent
cocksucker. And be careful. I don't want to feel your
teeth. If you bite my cock bitch, I'll pull every
fucking one of them out with a pair of pliers and you
can live the rest of your life on a diet of nice hot
cum. I've done it before."

I believed him. But even as terrified as I was I didn't
know how I could take enough of that monster penis into
my mouth to satisfy him and yet keep from touching it
with my teeth. Still, the mental picture of this sadist
removing my teeth with a pair of pliers was quite a
training tool. I didn't think that I would be able to
satisfy him with my mouth. But I was determined that my
teeth would never touch him.

I wrapped my lips around the thick, wet knob and
slowly, carefully began to slide them down the shaft.
He watched patiently for several minutes as I tried to
suck on the three inches of his penis that I was able
to ***** into my mouth. He watched my inadequate
performance in amusement and then he said, "Okay bitch,
I'll admit you're trying. You ain't worth a **** at it,
but you are trying. Use your tongue stupid."

I had been trying very hard to keep from touching his
penis with anything but my lips and the roof of my
mouth. Now I began moving my tongue over the underside
of his shaft, all the while trying desperately to avoid
touching him with my teeth.

He let me work for a few more minutes and then he said,
"Take a break bitch. Sit back and watch how it's
supposed to be done. Lori, show your mom how to suck a
fucking cock. Whoever let this bitch grow up this
fucking stupid oughta get their ass kicked."

I sat back on my heels and watched in disbelief as my
sweet, petite, fifteen year old ******** wrapped her
small hand around his large shaft and bent over and
took it into her mouth. She tightened her lips around
it and began driving her mouth down, taking more and
more of him into her mouth with each stroke until, with
a strange uncomfortable noise her lips suddenly slid
all the way down until they were stretched to the limit
around the base of his organ. I could actually see the
swelling in her throat as his penis entered her!

It made me gag to watch but she slowly pulled back to
the tip and did it again, and then again as I watched
in disbelief.

After she had done that a half a dozen times he pushed
her away. Then he smiled at me and said, "I don't
expect you to be able to do that, yet. It took me
almost two weeks to train her. I'll start you out easy
on some smaller cocks first. Then you can work your way
up to me. I'm not unreasonable. Now, get back to work.
I don't expect you to do what your little girl just
did. But I want to see you doing better than you just
did. You need to get a mouthful of cum and find out
what it tastes like. You are going to be eating a lot
of it from now on so you need to get used to it."

I think that by this point my mind was becoming numb. I
had no idea what time it was. If I had to guess I would
estimate that it had been almost two hours since I
discovered Kevin groping my ******** in the foyer.
Since that moment my already crumbling life had been
turned upside down. I had been subjected to more
perversion in however much time had passed since
midnight than in the entire preceding thirty-two years
of my life. I was physically and mentally exhausted and
terrorized beyond my ability to cope.

I think that, as I steadied his penis with my hand the
way my ******** had and placed my lips back around the
large knob my mind was all but disengaged. I was almost
beyond caring that I now had a black man's penis in my
mouth and my ******** was taking high quality digital
pictures of my efforts.

I began to slide my lips down Kevin's shaft once more,
this time using my tongue to tickle the underside. I
managed to take a little more of it into my mouth this
time. I kept trying to ***** more of it into the back
of my mouth but every time I got to a certain point I
began to gag uncontrollably.

Kevin finally said, "Lori, help the stupid cunt out."

Lori put the camera down and knelt beside me. My eyes
were so full of tears that I couldn't see but I felt
her naked body beside me and her hand took mine and
placed it around the base of Kevin's penis. She spoke
softly as she began to instruct me on how to move my
hand on his shaft while I sucked on that portion of it
which I was able to take into my mouth.

I followed her instruction and as I sucked she placed
her hand on the back of my head and said, "Now mom, the
hardest part to get over is the gag reflex. I learned
that if I attempted to swallow before I worked my lips
down his cock then after a few times I didn't gag any
more. You still won't be able to take it into your
throat yet. Not until you have gotten used to doing it
with some smaller cocks first. Kevin is just too well
hung for that. But you can take more than three fucking
inches for Christ's sake. Come on now. That's it,
swallow first. Good girl!"

I was surprised that it seemed to actually work. It
wasn't easy. I couldn't actually swallow with that big
hunk of male meat in my mouth. But the effort seemed to
reduce the gag reflex significantly. Soon I was taking
nearly five inches of his penis into my mouth.

Lori seemed satisfied and took her hands away, letting
me continue on my own. As I sucked she said, "Kevin is
going to cum pretty soon. It is important that you
don't spill any. That's like a major insult. You never
spill a man's cum when you suck his cock. Sometimes
they will want to cum in your face or on your tits or
something. But if you are sucking their cocks you have
to be careful not to let it spill out of your mouth.
That's important. If the guy isn't cumming down your
throat the trick is you pull back and wrap your lips
around the head of his cock and finish him off with
your hand. Unless he has a real big load of cum you can
hold it all in your mouth. Don't try to swallow until
he is finished. Not unless it is about to overflow.
Don't freak out. Just stay calm and let your mouth fill
up and then, after you've drained his cock you can
swallow. Then you lick the last few drops off of the
head of his cock. But be careful because it is very
sensitive for the first few minutes after he cums."

I was listening so intently that at first I didn't even
notice the absurdity of me, a grown woman, getting
fellatio lessons from my young ********.

The lessons were helping though. I was no longer
******* or gagging and now that I was using my hand on
the portion of his shaft that I couldn't get into my
mouth I could sense that he was getting closer to
reaching orgasm. I had mixed emotions about that. I
dreaded having a mouthful of that disgusting stuff. But
I was anxious to get this over with. My mouth and my
arm were both getting very tired.

Lori was sitting back watching me now and at the
appropriate time she said, "Okay mom. Do what I told
you now, and start moving your hand real fast. Oh yeah,
and use your other hand to cup his balls. He likes that
a lot."

I reached my left hand up and cupped his testicles and
began moving my right hand rapidly up and down his
shaft. I moved my lips back to the head and as soon as
I did I felt the first stream of hot male sperm hit the
back of my throat. I couldn't help it. I gagged. But I
didn't pull away and I didn't stop what I was doing.

Lori lightly moved her hand over my back and in a calm
voice said, "You're doing great mom. Just relax and let
it happen."

I ****** myself to calm down and let my mouth fill up
with Kevin's ejaculate. I had just about reached the
point that I was going to have to swallow when he
finally stopped cumming. He reached out and held my
hand and my head still and said, "Okay bitch. You can
relax now. Not bad for a first time. Me and Lori will
make a cocksucker out of you yet. Now, I don't want you
to swallow yet. Sit up and hold my cum in your mouth
until I tell you that you can swallow it. I want you to
get used to the taste."

I sat up on my heels with my mouth full of his
ejaculate. It felt hot in my mouth. I know it was all
in my mind but it was almost burning me. I ******
myself to calm down and for the first time I tasted the
disgusting slime that comes out of a man's penis when
he has an orgasm. It was very unpleasant. It was
bitter, acidic, bleachy, it was every bit as horrible
as I imagined that it would be.

I managed to hold it in my mouth though. I had not lost
the terror of what this man might do to me if I
displeased him. I doubt if I would ever forget the pain
of that horrible whipping as I stood tied helplessly to
a hook in my ceiling. That had been a life changing
moment.

Now I sat on my heels and stared at Kevin and my
********. She had moved up beside him on the couch
after Kevin ejaculated into my mouth and now she was
holding his softening penis while he held her in his
arms and pulled and squeezed on one of her not quite
mature breasts.

They were watching me with amused looks on their faces.
I would expect nothing less from him but I couldn't
imagine that Lori would have grown to hate me so much
in so short a time that she could derive pleasure from
the torment that I was suffering now.

She was though. Her face, so sweet and even now so
angelic, positively glowed as she sat there and cradled
that large black phallus that had just filled my mouth
with slime and allowed that uneducated black man who
was at least five years her senior to paw her body that
way.

I was suddenly struck by how completely I had failed as
both a wife and a ******. I had alienated my husband
and thrown him out and I had apparently turned my
******** into a slut to be used and ****** by black men
even to the point that she would allow one of them to
beat and **** her own ******. As a result I now sat at
the feet of a young black man that I had met for the
first time two hours ago with my mouth full of his
slime and my body red and sore as a consequence of
being beaten with a thick leather belt. Perhaps I
deserved what was happening to me after all.

Kevin finally let me swallow the mouthful of slime he
had deposited there. They both watched in amusement as
I ****** it down. When I had managed to swallow it and
keep it down Kevin turned to Lori and asked, "Is my car
locked?"

She answered, "I don't know. The camera was in the
trunk. I didn't check the doors."

He tapped her butt and said, "Go out and check and then
we'll go to bed."

Lori stood up and started to dress but he stopped her.
"That's alright babe. You don't need that ****. It's
late. Nobody is going to see you."

I watched in dismay as Lori slid her feet into her
sandals and walked calmly out of the house in the nude.
I was so concerned with my ********'s nudity that at
first I missed the import of what Kevin had just said.
Then it hit me. Oh my god! He wasn't leaving! He was
spending the night here!

I know that he and Lori both had spoken of future
sexual *****. Somehow, even with that threat hanging
over my head I never expected this monster to stay the
night. Where would he *****?! With my ********? With
me? Oh god, I couldn't take any more. Not now. Not
tonight. I had to go to work tomorrow! No, not
tomorrow. Today. In a few hours. I finally glanced at
the clock. It was almost three in the morning. I had to
get up at seven. I was exhausted.

I saw him watching me. I was no mind reader but I knew
without a doubt that he was just waiting for me to
complain. He was hoping for an excuse to ******* me
again. I was determined that I was not going to give it
to him.

Lori came back in and informed him that his car was
locked. Kevin stood up and ordered me to my feet. When
I was standing he ordered me to lead the way to my
bedroom. I struggled to keep from crying. I had never
felt so much despair as I did at that moment. I
struggled to my feet and led the way up the stairs and
down the hall to my bedroom.

I had been naked for nearly three hours now but I was
conscious of it all over again as they followed me up
the stairs. I could almost feel Kevin staring at my
buttocks as I climbed the stairs.

Once in my bedroom I pulled down the bedspread and the
covers and then I asked for permission to use the
bathroom.

Kevin nodded and then to my dismay he followed me into
the bathroom with Lori trailing along behind. I turned
and waited to see what he wanted. Lori lifted the lid
on the toilet but left the seat down. Kevin stood there
and Lori held his penis while he urinated. I don't know
if it was on purpose or not but her aim was terrible.
By the time he had finished the toilet seat was covered
in drops of urine.

They moved back and watched me with smiles on their
faces. I didn't know what to do. I had to pee so badly
but there was no way that I could sit down on that
nasty seat now. Or at least I didn't think that I
could. It turned out that I could.

Kevin sighed and said, "Come on bitch. I don't have all
night. I still want to fuck your cunt before we get a
little *****. Now you fucking know what we are standing
here waiting to see. Do you really want me to lose my
temper?"

I shuddered in revulsion and sobbed quietly, "Oh god.
Why are you doing this to me?"

Kevin chuckled and said, "I'm your god now bitch. And
I'm doing it because it amuses me. You're life before I
got here tonight, that's over. Your ass belongs to me
now. You have gone through life with your brain so full
of ****. You thought you were so fucking hot that your
**** didn't stink. I'm going to educate you bitch. You
are going to learn that you are just a cunt. Your place
here on this planet is to make men happy. That is what
you were born to do. You have a lot of years to make up
for. If you don't want to sit on that pissy toilet seat
there is an easy way around it. Get down on your knees
and lick it clean first. But one way or the other you
are going to sit down and take a leak before I take
your ass back in the bedroom and fuck you. You decide,
but do it now."

The tears started again. I couldn't help it. I didn't
want to cry in front of him. I don't even know why
really. It was like if I cried then I was admitting
that I was weak and that he could break me. But that
was silly. Because I was weak and he was breaking me.
The tears were my only refuge now.

I finally ****** myself to sit on the wet toilet seat.
When I was seated he pushed my knees apart and stood
there staring down as I struggled to pee. Even though
it felt like my bladder was about to burst I had a
terrible time letting it go with him staring at my
vulva like that. Eventually it was either let go or
burst and slowly at first the urine began to dribble
out of me. The stream rapidly grew to a flood as my
bladder let go and I sat there in his mess with my legs
spread wide and urinated for his amusement.

Meanwhile, he stood right in front of me and Lori stood
behind him and played with his massive male member
right in my face. As the stream of urine dwindled to a
last few spurts he ordered me to open my mouth. As soon
as I had obeyed he pushed the head of his penis between
my lips and I gagged once more as I tasted the traces
of urine that remained there.

My mouth watered in protest and I was ****** to
swallow. Soon the nasty taste was gone and there was
just the taste of his flesh on my tongue. We remained
there like that for several long minutes and between my
lips and tongue and Lori's hand his organ was soon
growing to its full length again.

He stepped back and watched as I wiped my freshly
shaved mound and stood up. He ordered me to clean my
ass off before coming to bed and as he left the room
with Lori I obtained his permission to brush my teeth.
I wanted desperately to get the taste of his slimy
ejaculate out of my mouth.

When I was alone I stood and stared at myself in the
large mirror over the sink. The red stripes on my body
had faded. They were still visible but they would
obviously be gone by morning. The biggest change in my
appearance was the absence of pubic hair. My body
looked obscene this way. Looking at my slender body
from the waist down I looked like a young girl. It was
disturbing that a grown man would want a woman to look
like this.

I finally stopped staring at myself and brushed my
teeth, twice. Then I used a damp cloth to remove the
urine that was drying on my backside. When I could
delay it no longer I went back into the bedroom.

I don't know why, but I was taken aback when I entered
the room and saw Lori on her hands and knees on the bed
and Kevin ramming his manhood into her from the back. I
had never had sex in any position other than the
missionary position and watching them now only served
to confirm my original opinion that doing it the way
they were doing it now was obscene. Lori's breasts were
bouncing wildly and she looked like an ****** kneeling
and submitting to this large black man who was taking
her from behind as if she were nothing but a piece of
meat put on earth to satisfy his carnal desires.

Kevin finally acknowledged my presence and ordered me
to get up on the bed beside my ********. I obeyed and
as soon as I did Kevin withdrew from her body and moved
over behind me.

Lori groaned in obvious disappointment as he removed
his large male organ from her small body. She rested
her head on her arms and caught her breath and she
stared at me as her boyfriend pushed my legs a little
further apart and began sliding his slimy organ through
my recently denuded slit.

I groaned in despair as he wedged the fat knob between
the lips of my vagina and tried to ***** himself into
me. Despite the slime on his manhood my vagina was
quite tight and dry and he was having a very hard time
entering me.

He tried several times to ***** that thing into me and
each time I grunted in pain. At last he stepped back
and said, "Lori, momma is dry as a bone. Crawl under
there and get her ready for me."

I couldn't help myself. I exclaimed, "Oh god no! She's
my little girl!"

No one paid any attention.