les histoires de chrislebo

As night fell, the native built a large fire. Jim was
awakened with water splashing in his face. Native men and
women surrounded him. They were all naked. Jim could see
that in addition to the rings in their breasts, some of
the women had rings in their cunt lips, some had one,
some had several; there seem no rhyme or reamister except
the women with several were older. The native women were
pointing at Jim's soft cock and laughing.

Jim was right, the native men all had cocks more than 12
inches. There was one who he assumed to be the chief
because of his headdress and jewelry whose cock must have
been 20 inches long and 4 inches thick. Jim tried in vain
to move away as one of the native women picked up his
soft cock. Jim felt terribly inadequate, even erect he
could only muster 8 inches and the native teenagers beat
that by at least 4 inches.

The native woman stroked Jim's cock softly trying to
bring it to life. Jim struggled against the vines, but
could not move. His cock slowly began to grow becoming
painfully hard. Still the native men and women laughed
and now the native men came and stood with the tips of
their massive tools touching the tip of Jim's pitifully
tiny rod comparing sizes. This caused the native to laugh
even harder.

The woman continued to stroke Jim's dick, but he felt no
excitement, just a painful erection. After she had
stroked it until it was as hard as she thought it could
get, Jim watched as she took a thin piece of wet rawhide
and tied it tightly around the base of his dick thus
preventing his erection from going away. The native men
all nodded approvingly and, with the exception of the
teenagers, followed the Chief over to where Cindy hung
while the women stayed with Jim.

As the cold water washed over Cindy, she began to
struggle against her bonds only to find she too could
only move a little. As her eyes focused on the hoard of
natives standing in front of her stroking their erect
cocks, Cindy started to scream again. Her voice was so
hoarse she could be barely heard. The Chief approached
Cindy and pulled her swollen cunt lips apart revealing
her enlarged clit. He roughly pitched Cindy's clit and
pulled at it, laughing as Cindy squirmed somewhere
between pain and pleasure.

Satisfied with her reaction, the Chief again shoved his
massive cock inside Cindy's cunt. This time, the long,
thick rod slid to the hilt with just mild resistance.
Suspended between two trees, Cindy was at the perfect
height to be fucked standing or at least hanging. As the
Chief pump in and out of Cindy's used cunt, his mouth
began to suck and pull at her nipples, now easily in
reach just below his mouth.

Afraid to move, Cindy just hung limp as the Chief's
assault continued, biting her nipples and pulling them
out from her breast while her body rocked up and down
from the fucking she was receiving.

Finally the Chief slammed into her body with such power
that the trees Cindy hung between shook and he shot his
cum deep inside her. As he pulled his cock from her hole,
the cum dripped in large, thick clumps onto the ground
below her. The Chief looked Cindy in the eyes, slapped
her twice on each side of her face and shouted some
commands to the other men standing around. The Chief then
took a seat directly to the right of Cindy as the men
lined up in front and back of Cindy.

Weak from the use, Cindy mustered only token resistance
as she saw the men with their cocks lining up in front
and back. Her mind went crazy as she realized what they
intended to do, but too weak to resist, she simply
dropped her head as the first one shoved his cock into
her cum-drenched cunt and began to fuck her. Cindy roused
to give one last bit of fight as she felt the finger
invade her rectum. The native fucking her cunt stop and
reached behind Cindy and pulled her asscheeks apart
exposing her bud to the native behind her.

A shout of approval went up from the natives in line as
her asshole was penetrated. Cindy found her voice and
wailed as the native shoved 14 inches of rock hard cock
into her dry asshole; she twisted against the vines and
then stopped moving as she adjusted to the fullness in
her ass and cunt.

The natives then began to fuck her in a rhythm, biting
her tits in front, and from behind squeezing them and
pulling her nipples. The natives waiting were dancing,
naked, with their erection at the ready for their turn.
Cindy hung between the two trees all night while the
native men used her cunt, ass, and tits. The only hole
spared was Cindy's mouth.

By morning Cindy had been fucked by over 50 men, none of
which had a cock less than 12 inches long. Her cunt and
ass had long since stay opened to easily take each and
every one. Now as the sun came up, she just hung with
bite marks on her breast, her nipples raw and reding,
and cum dripping like a leaky faucet from her stretched
cunt and ass. Cindy began to sob and tears streaked her
face as she saw her cunt lips three times their normal
size and her clit sticking out, engorged like a small
cock. The native men were gone. She turned and looked at
Jim who appeared to have endured a worse fate.

The women stayed and continued to tease Jim. With the
thin piece of rawhide tied around the base of his cock,
his erection had become very painful and he couldn't go
soft for relief. A fat native woman with tits that hung
down to her waist stood in front of Jim pulling on his
cock. Jim noticed both of her tits were pierced with gold
rings and she had a least a dozen gold rings in her cunt
lips, six on each side.

The native woman said something and the other women
laughed. Jim tried to move away as the native woman
turned her fat ass toward him, pulled her ass cheeks
apart and began to back onto Jim's erect cock. Her
asshole was dry, and as she pushed against Jim's cock, it
only pushed Jim backwards and his erect cock would not
penetrate her ass.

She then yelled something to one of the teenagers and he
quickly removed his loincloth and stepped behind Jim. Jim
realized what was going to happen when the boy placed his
cock at the entrance of Jim's hole. Now the fat woman
pushed back against Jim's' cock and as Jim's body was
pushed backwards, he was impaled in his ass by the
teenager. Jim now began to yell and twisted but he could
not avoid the penetration of his ass.

When the teenager's cock was fully imbedded in Jim's ass,
the fat woman's asshole began to open and she slid onto
Jim's cock. Her ass was so large it completely covered
Jim's lower body. Jim was beside himself as he watched
his cock disappear into the woman's ass. When her
asscheeks pressed against Jim, she yelled something else
and the teenager began to vigorously fuck Jim's ass.

With that, the fat woman began to rock back and forth
fucking herself with Jim's cock. Jim was powerless to do
anything. He could not escape the ass fucking, and he
could not cum in the fat woman's ass and go soft because
of the piece of rawhide. In a while, the teenager emptied
his balls deep into Jim's colon and removed his cock with
a disgusting pop. Another teenager quickly replaced him.

The fat woman finally slid off of Jim's cock leaving it
stained with her feces and still hard. The women made
disgusting sounds and held their noses, whispering to
themselves. The Chief walked up and shouted commands at
the women. He ignored Jim as the third teenager began to
ravage his ass.

After the Chief left, the fat woman took another piece of
rawhide and tied it at the base of Jim scrotum. She tied
it so tight Jim forgot about the pain in his ass. His
balls now hurt worse that his cock and his ass as the
red supply going into his testicles was completely cut
off.

The remainder of the night the women took turns sucking
Jim's tits and biting his nipples while the teenagers
fucked his ass. Jim had lost count at 22 and then passed
out from the pain in his scrotum. When he awoke with
morning, his balls no longer hurt, but he still had the
painful erection. He gazed over at Cindy who was covered
in bite marks, dried red, and cum.

With morning came the fat women again. Jim thought he
would die if he was fucked anymore. But the woman had
some sort of food that she mixed with what look like
herbs. Jim had not eaten in days and readily accepted the
mixture as the fat woman pushed it into his mouth. He
looked over and found Cindy being fed also. Over the next
month, Cindy was always fucked first by the Chief and
then left to the mercy of the other men. She now just
bobbed up and down while her cunt and ass was used.

Jim was similarly fucked in the ass, but only by the
teenagers. They were occasionally removed from their
bonds, cleaned, and allowed to rest, then hung back
between the trees. Neither spoke anymore or even
acknowledged the other. Jim continued to have his cock
tied off and now had a continual, painful erection. His
scrotum had turned black from a lack of red and he
could no longer feel it.

In addition, he noticed that he had developed breast and
deduced that they must be feeding them some sort of
female hormones as Cindy's breast were twice their
original size. In addition, Cindy's nipples had been
pulled and used so much that they stuck out almost 2
inches and her clit was the same.

As evening fell on what Jim figured was the beginning of
their second month of captivity, something had changed
that day. Neither he nor Cindy had been touched or used
in anyway. The natives had built a large fire and with
darkness were dancing in what appeared to be a frenzy war
dance. Little did Jim or Cindy know what was in store for
them.

They came for Jim first, took him down from his trees and
dragged him to the center of the tribe. He was laid on
his back on a flat table and a ring shoved through his
skin below his navel. He endured what was just
uncomfortable, but then the fat woman came up and took a
large quill and drove it through the skin of his cock
just below the tip.

Now Jim struggled as another ring was placed in his cock
and attached to the ring below his navel pinning his cock
in an upright position. He had developed small breast and
they were to receive similar attention as rings were
inserted in his nipples also. Jim tried to fight, but was
to weak and in the end just laid passively while the
natives use him.

Finally, he was flipped over onto his stomach with his
legs straddling the table. He could not see what was
happening, but felt something in his scrotum then intense
heat from being burned. Jim screamed as the Chief held up
Jim's scrotum where he had castrated Jim and then sealed
the area with a hot poker. Jim's nightmare was not over
as the Chief had two natives hold Jim down.

The Chief spoke to an older native man who shook his head
"yes" enthusiastically and then removed his loincloth to
revealed a cock that rivaled the Chief's in size and
thickness. He moved in behind Jim and easily shoved his
tool into Jim's ass and rocked back and forth fucking
him. The old native reached around and pulled the rings
in Jim's tits and squeezed the new growth of breast.

After he dumped his seed in Jim's ass, he pulled Jim up
and took him to his hut. Jim's spirit had been broken. He
realized that these natives had turned him into a woman
and given him to the old man. Inside the hut, the old man
fucked Jim again and slept with him just as if Jim was
his wife.

Cindy had stirred at the last wails of Jim. It was dark
and she saw he no longer hung beside her. She was not
sure what was happening as she was untied and walked to
the center of the tribe. She was laid on the same table
where Jim had just been and the Chief made a big speech.

When the Chief was finished, a woman placed a block of
wood just inside Cindy's cunt lips. Cindy had not made a
sound in many days, but now she began to scream wails of
pain as the woman drove the quill through her clit and
placed a ring. She then quickly placed two rings in each
cunt lip.

Cindy shook her head from side to side as the woman now
shove the quill through Cindy's nipples and place large
gold rings in each one. Cindy heard the drums pounding
and felt her legs being pulled outward.

The Chief walked between her legs and easily slid his 20-
inch cock into Cindy's cunt with no effort. He pumped her
several times, pulled out and entered her ass, again with
no effort. Those enormously large cocks had fuck Cindy so
much; her cunt and ass now easily accommodated the
Chief's size. The Chief began to alternate between
Cindy's cunt and ass picking up the pace.

Finally he began to cum, but for the first time, he
pulled out and his cum sprayed all over Cindy's stomach.
With that, Cindy was stood up and the Chief pushed her
toward his hut and inside.

Six months passed and Jim and Cindy adapted to their new
lives. Jim cooked and cleaned for his "husband." His
breast continued to grow and he worn the wrap around
skirt just like the other native women. He looked just
like a woman except for his perpetually hard cock
attached to his abdomen by the gold rings. Jim's solace
was now he was only fucked by his "husband" and that was
not every night.

Cindy also wore the wrap around skirt like the other
women. She became the third wife of the Chief and her
days were filled with cooking, gathering wood, and being
fucked. She had two additional rings added to her cunt.
Frequently she would be cooking, or cleaning around the
hut and the Chief would just push her over onto her knees
and fuck her doggy style without any concern for her. She
was resolved that she was property.

Cindy and Jim occasionally saw each other. They now spoke
the language of their tribe. Cindy regarded Jim as
another woman in the tribe as Jim did Cindy. They never
really recognized each other as the happy couple that had
honeymooned in Kenya.

THE END

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Luke's Jamaican Vacation


Richard Pagginton the Third had it all. He was a
successful businessman, a multi-millionaire and still
in his 30's! He had all the right connections - his
man had gone to Yale & Harvard, and his man
before him. He didn't even have to take entrance exams.

From there it was easy - a plum do-nothing position at
his man's investment firm, stock option bonuses, a
few insider stock trades here and there that the FEC
would never look into and he was richer than most
Americans ever dream of being. It was almost too easy.

He was amazingly lucky in love, too. His wife, a mere
18 years old, was the absolute vision of purity and
beauty. Here eyes were large, crystal blue and her bone
structure was just perfect. She looked like an angel on
Earth. While he wasn't ugly, he wasn't handsome,
either. He was kind of short for a man - only 5'6" and
rather skinny but with a bit of a gut at the same time.

Sitting around an office all day playing solitaire
isn't great for his physique. And he was pretty sure
his hairline was receding. But he knew Bunni would
never leave him, she adored him. She came from a very
wealthy, aristocratic white family, as well.

Her parents were friends of his parents. She was a bit
of a rebel, though; she had a bit of a wild side. But
her best asset was surely her body. She was a good
5'10", had creamy white skin, wavy naturally light
blonde hair cut in a bob at her shoulders, large, firm
breasts, a full C cup, and the most perfect ass God had
ever sculpted. And she was all his. They'd met and
married in less than 6 months. It was almost too easy.

Of course, it helped being white. After all, he knew,
whites were just smarter. Better at business and all
that. Certainly other races had their strengths, too -
Asians were hard workers, blacks were good at sports,
etc. But white men, he knew, were really meant to be
the ones running everything. They just naturally
belonged in charge. The world worked best that way, he
assured himself.

As he looked around the beach at all the black waiters
and waitresses, he affirmed his world view. Here he and
his wife were, on vacation at one of the most expensive
and exclusive resorts in the Caribbean. And all around
them were the "natives", calling them "sir" and "ma'am"
and waiting on them hand and foot. And they all seemed
so happy. This must be the natural order of things, he
thought.

Turning his attention from his reverie back to his
beautiful wife, he let his gaze caress her naked body.
She laid there in the sun, shining like an ivory
statue, her hair caught the sunlight and seemingly
glowed golden-white. Of all the other women on this
nude beach, none could compare to her stunning, natural
beauty. She turned her eyes from the romance novel she
was reading and caught his gaze.

"What's the matter, honey?" her sweet voice lilted
through the fresh sea-breeze air.

"Nothing, nothing," he assured her, "it's just..."

She looked at him quizzically.

"I love you so much, Honey-Bunni..." he proclaimed
earnestly.

"Oh, Richie... I love you, too!" she said as she
reached out and held his hand with hers.

They smiled sweetly at each other, exchanged a light
peck on the lips and returned to their reading.

Richard flipped through his issue of "The Weekly
Standard", reading an article about liberals whining
over the loss of entitlement programs like Social
Security, Medicare, Welfare and all those other rewards
for lazy, poor people. As far as Richard was concerned,
those people got more than they deserved. If they're
not smart enough to succeed in the world, they
shouldn't complain and they certainly shouldn't expect
the ones who *do* work for a living to support them!

It was absurd! They should be happy they're not
homeless and living on the street, or dead! After all,
beggars can't be choosers! Richard finished the article
and shook his head derisively at those reding-heart
liberals always crying over the "plight" of the poor
minorities. What a crock, he thought as he set the
magazine down and gazed out into the ocean.

Out about 30 feet from the shoreline, he saw a shiny
black round form rising from the water. He wondered
what it might be - a seal, perhaps? No, they preferred
colder waters... then, as he watched, he saw a huge,
pitch-black, impressively-muscled black man walking out
of the water towards the beach...

As the black goliath rose from the clear blue waters,
Rich was simply amazed at his size. He must have been
nearly 7 feet tall and well over 250 pounds. He seemed
like more a giant than a man.

"Honey, what are you looking at?" Bunni said, but Rich
couldn't pull his eyes away to answer. She turned and
saw the massive black Adonis and stared at this ebony
idol striding out of the surf towards them.

As they watched, transfixed, it was as if he moved in
slow motion. His meaty, perfectly-toned muscles rippled
with each step he took. The sun glinted off his dark,
wet skin. And, as he rose above the surf, they saw it.
A gargantuan, pitch-black horse-cock swaying between
his legs, down to his knees, as he strode purposely out
of the ocean. The swinging monster phallus was
magictic, like a magician's watch. Neither Richard nor
Bunni could tear their eyes from the man. It was like a
Greek creation myth come true - an ebony God borne from
the ocean, itself.

He stopped about 30 feet in front of the couple and
shook his bald head to shake the water from it. As he
shook, the mesmerized white couple could see every
individual, perfect muscle of his body flex and relax.
His cock swung heavily through the air - slapping one
thigh and then the other, a spray of water flying off
of it with each impact.

Suddenly, the black man's dark, penetrating eyes turned
on them. He stared right at them as if he'd sensed them
watching him! Richard quickly turned away pretending
not to stare, but he saw his wife was still agape,
unable to tear her eyes from him. Then he noticed, he
couldn't believe it, but he saw that she was drooling!
She actually had saliva running down her chin! It had
even dropped down onto her perfect, white breasts! Her
pink nipples were erect and he could swear he smelled
the scent of her pussy - it must have been steaming and
dripping wet! She wriggled her hips a little bit and he
knew his suspicions were confirmed.

He didn't know what to think... was his beautiful,
pure, white wife actually excited by this... this
savage? Well, he thought, blacks are more like naturals
- they are built for physical activities, he supposed
it wasn't unusual to sense the primal powers in them.
But certainly, she would never actually act on it. She
had never expressed interest in any black celebrities
and often spoke of being uncomfortable around "those
people". If this naturalistic display excited something
in her, surely he would capitalize off of it later, in
their bed.

He reached out to snap her back to reality, but out of
the corner of his eye, he saw the black man moving...
towards them! He watched, paralyzed as he strode
straight for them! What was he going to do? Rob them?
Was he going to yell at him for staring? Did he even
speak English? He sorry held his breath as the
giant of a man approached them... and passed right
between them up the steps to the resort. Bunni watched
his muscular ass disappear behind the bushes as he
continued up the path.

Coming to their senses, Richard and Bunni awkwardly
tried not to make eye contact, made a show of adjusting
their positions and went back to reading, not saying a
word.

Richard looked down at his own nude body and felt a bit
repulsed. His tiny, shriveled white penis was barely
visible beyond his growing gut. It was tucked in its
little sheath and sticking out barely an inch from
between his modest fat rolls. Ashamed of his relative
lack of endowment, he set his copy of "The Weekly
Standard" over his penis and tried to concentrate on an
article about Christian organizations and politics. He
read first sentence over and over about 5 times before
deciding to give up the charade.

Richard realized he was drenched in sweat. The sun was
getting higher in the sky, he told himself, that must
be it. But he knew he had begun to sweat the moment the
black giant looked at him and his wife. Being a white
guy, it didn't take much sweat to make him stink, and
if he was going to take advantage of his wife's horny
disposition later, he knew he should get clean.

He stood up and looked around, "Honey, I think I'm
going to go rinse off..." he said lazily, trying to be
casual.

"Hmm?" Bunni said, looking up from her romance novel,
"oh, okay, Pookums, I'm going to stay out here a bit
longer and finish this chapter, okay?"

"Alright, Honey, see you in a bit," Richie leaned down
and kissed her on the forehead. She waved to him as he
headed up the path.

Richard headed for the public shower just off the beach
to rise off. He heard the water running and looked in,
quickly, to see if it was occupied or if someone had
just left the water running. He was shocked to see the
black goliath from the beach in the shower, rinsing
off!

Richard quickly stepped back before the man saw him and
waited. He looked around trying to see if there were
any other showers nearby, but this is the only one he'd
seen since they arrived at the resort yesterday. He
paced a bit, debating whether to wait. It was a long
walk back to the bungalow and he really didn't want to
get any sweatier.

He waited several minutes, but the shower just kept
running. Surely the black man must have finished by
now! Maybe someone else had come in from the other
side? He leaned around the corner and peeked in again
to see.

What he saw was the large black man rinsing off his
humongous cock with long, slow strokes. He stared,
amazed at the weight and girth of the massive tool,
much less the prodigious length! And, as the black
man's large, muscular hands work his veiny cock clean,
Richard is sure he can see it growing... thickening...
throbbing...

Suddenly Richard looks up at the black man's face and
sees him staring at him! Embarrassed, Rich instantly
bolts off back down the path and towards the
bungalows...

Fifteen minutes later, Richard, huffing and puffing
from the brisk walk in the beating Caribbean sun,
stumbles into the bungalow and bends over, grabbing his
thighs to catch his breath. He looks around, breathing
hard, trying to calm down. Was that black man
masturbating in public? Isn't that against resort
rules? I mean, it's a nude resort, sure, but sex in
public is supposed to be against the rules!

He should be fired for such a lewd display! He'd have a
talk with the manager in the morning. Unless the black
man was a guest... no, that's ridiculous, he could
never afford to stay here. He must be a local, some
uneducated Jamaican handy-man, probably, tanned and
muscular from working in the sugar cane fields since he
was a young, no doubt.

Richard stood up and gathered himself, stretching. He
walked into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of
himself in the mirror. He straightened up and sucked in
his gut. He wasn't such a bad specimen, he thought. A
few sit-ups, maybe a couple days a week at the gym...
and he thought his penis was a reamisterable size. A
monstrosity like that black man's would be useless, he
thought.

In fact, it was probably so big that it couldn't even
get hard. It would take too much red volume and such
high red pressure that the poor bastard would
probably pass out. He almost felt sorry for the black
guy, being born with such a deformity. He probably
couldn't get an erection and orgasm. Richard looked
down at his own shrunken penis and wiggled it to get it
to come out and be its normal length. He shook it
around a bit and let it hang at its normal flaccid
length of three inches... if he held his belly back at
the top. Again, nothing a few sit-ups couldn't solve.

Richard stepped into the shower and closed the curtain.
He turned on the water and stood under the water-fall
like luxury shower head with 120 individual streams of
water raining down from overhead. Its warmth cascaded
over him and he closed his eyes and enjoyed the
sensation. He thought of his wife and how sexy she
looked on the beach... her skin glistening with the
slightest film of perspiration... her hips wiggling...
the scent of her sex in the air... he reached down and
began to stroke himself. His little three-inch cock got
hard in his hand and he began to increase his rate...

Just then, he heard the shower curtain slide open and
he jumped, surprised to be caught masturbating in the
shower by his wife! He turned around and, as the water
cleared from his eyes he saw it wasn't his wife at
all... it was the black giant from the beach! Naked! In
his shower!

Richard stood there, frozen in place as the black man
stared down at him. He stepped into the shower and
closed the curtain behind him. Richard didn't know what
to do. He didn't know what to think. He couldn't think
anymore. He was like a deer in the headlights. Like
helpless prey before a predator... if he didn't move,
maybe he'd live!

The black goliath took a step towards him an Richard
instinctively took a step back and slipped, falling
back against the wall. He caught himself and
straightened back up. The black man was silent, he
didn't need to speak. His posture and his eyes said it
all: Richard was not getting away.

Richard stared at him in the eyes for what seemed like
several minutes. He didn't dare move - didn't dare say
anything... what could he do? The black man's dark eyes
simply burned into him, unflinching, unwavering,
unblinking. Richard felt his knees weaken, his stomach
began to feel funny and he felt a tightness in his
throat... this huge, black monstrosity could do
whatever he wanted with him and there was nothing he
could do to stop him!

Slowly, deliberately, the black man raised his massive
right hand. Richard looked at it, but didn't flinch. He
didn't know if the black man was going to hit him or
strangle him, or... his hand rose up above Richard's
head and settled on his scalp.

With just the slightest hint of downward pressure,
Richard understood the black man's intent. He casually,
slowly pushed Richard down onto his knees. Richard had
to steady himself on the black man's rippling, muscular
thighs to prevent himself from falling straight down
onto the floor of the shower. The whole time Richard
kept his gazed locked with the black man's, trying to
read his intent.

On his knees, Richard saw the tremendous ebony fucktool
up close for the very first time. He gawked at it in
utter awe; he couldn't believe a human cock could
possibly get that huge! It looked more like a horse
cock than a human's. He gulped audibly and looked back
up at the silent black man towering over him. The black
man simply nodded subtly, telling Richard nonverbally
exactly what the puny white man was supposed to be
doing down there.

Despite protests from some small, distant reamistering
part of his mind that told him this was all wrong,
Richard couldn't help himself. With trance-like
movements, he reached out and cupped the colossal dong
in his two soft, white hands. He wasn't prepared for
the weight and, especially, the *heat* of the beast!
And it was so thick that he couldn't clasp his hands
all the way around it. He held it there, transfixed,
feeling the weight in his hands, feeling its burning
heat, the pulsations of red through its protruding
veins, and, he realized, its growing size!

As he watched, in amazement, the already considerable,
flaccid cock grew longer... thicker... hotter...
harder! He couldn't believe what he was seeing! This
massive fourteen inch mega-cock was actually becoming
fully erect! Once it jerked and the powerful muscles
behind it snapped the cock right out of his firm grasp.
Within several seconds, it was hard as steel and
pointing straight at him... straight at his gaping
mouth... its throbbing fat head practically pulsated
with pent-up sexual energy. Thick white pre-cum oozed
from slit, as if it was drooling at the prospect of
conquering Richard.

Slowly, ominously, the cock began moving towards his
mouth. He didn't move to avoid it, he couldn't move at
all, paralyzed by this black python. But he was aware
of the slight pressure of the black man's hand against
the back of his head. He knew there was no point in
resisting. He was going to suck this beast of a cock
whether he wanted to or not... whether it was
physically possible or not!

With a searing heat, the cockhead hit his lips, wet
from both the shower and his own saliva. The first
ebony inch slipped in easily, smoothly shoving his thin
white lips aside and spreading his jaw open at an
awkward angle. He tasted the precum on his tongue and
it was, to his surprise, sweet. It acted as a
lubricant, coating his tongue as the next couple inches
powerd their way into his mouth.

His jaw opened even more, farther than he thought he
could open his mouth! And his lips were stretched to
their limit around the impossible girth of the
throbbing rod. He tasted the salty, almost pungent
flavor of the man's cock sliding along his tongue, felt
its firmness straining against the roof of his mouth...
then, he felt the mushroom-like cockhead hit the back
of his throat!

He gagged and spit up, but the spit-up had nowhere to
go but back down his throat. His struggling was
obvious; his body writhed on the gigantic tool like a
stuck pig, trying to avoid obligation to death. But the
black man simply tilted Richard's head back and took a
small step forward, changing the angle of the cock so
that it more easily slid down his throat without
cutting off his windpipe.

As he executed this deft maneuver, another inch slid
into his mouth as the head popped past the back of his
throat and into his esophagus! This man obviously was
very experienced at teaching his conquests to deep
throat his enormous prick. And Richard was doing it -
he was actually deep-throating this man, this giant
among men... this silent, savage natural of a creature.
He gazed up into the black man's eyes and felt him
dominating him as much with his glare as with his cock.
To the black man, *this* was the natural order of
things and Richard was simply fulfilling his role as
the inferior specimen...

As he stared into his dominator's eyes, his body went
slack and he gave himself over, totally, to the
superior man's will. The black man silently lowered
himself over Richard, sinking his cock deeper, ever
deeper into his gullet. Slowly, inevitably, the cock
muscled its way deep inside Richard, violating his body
in the most intimate way. Richard amazed himself with
his capacity for cock as the black man expertly slid
every... last... thick.. black... inch of his engorged
organ down into his belly!

It seemed like it had been an hour but, finally,
Richard's nostrils were being tickled by the man's
kinky, coarse black pubic hair. Richard simply stared
up at him, eyes glazed over, in an altered state of
total sexual subjugation. And the black man, at last,
let a slight smirk appear on his lips. Richard, for his
part, was strangely proud of himself... in some sick,
submissive, faggot way, he was proud that he was
capable of pleasing this masterful specimen of manhood.

"God," Richard thought, "I am such a fucking faggot."
Tears welled up in his eyes and ran down his cheeks.
This caused the black man to flash a wide, toothy grin
that made Richard's groin quiver with girlish delight.

The black God kept his cock buried to the hilt down
Richard's throat for about a minute or two, giving his
gullet time to expand and get used to the size. Then,
slowly, he began pulling it back out. As the massive
girth left him, Richard felt a bizarre sense of loss,
of emptiness. As if he was no longer complete, as if he
was missing something. He realized he would never be
the same after this - he would always know the feeling
of a gigantic black cock throbbing inside him, warming
him, filling him... and he would always feel its
absence.

Finally, the black man pulled the cock all the way out
except for the head, which he left in Richard's mouth.
Richard relaxed for a second, letting his body adjust
to the sudden emptiness and freedom of movement. But he
was not done, not by a *long* shot. Suddenly, savagely,
the black man shoved the entire length of his monster
cock right back down Richard's sore throat, down to the
hilt, grinding his crotch in Richard's face!

Richard was caught completely off guard; he would have
fallen down if the immense phallus anchored in his
torso hadn't kept him held up! He wanted to fetish, to
vomit, but it was simply physically impossible with the
big, black dick filling him as it was.

Then, just as suddenly, the black man pulled back out
and plunged it back in. Again and again, roughly and
savagely, with no concern for Richard! He had been so
gentle, Richard thought, why was he being so rough with
him now?! The black Adonis was *literally* fucking
Richard's face as if it was some cheap whore's gaping
pussy!

The black man held Richard's head firmly in place as he
worked his cock in and out at a breakneck pace,
pistoning it deep into his throat over and over, his
perfect black muscles flexing and relaxing with near
perfect beauty - spraying water around the shower with
each thrust. Richard went totally limp and took the
punishment, fixing his gaze on the black man's burning
dark eyes, now filled with a primal lust. This was not
about Richard and his pride anymore, this was all about
the black man's cock and its burning need for release!

Over and over the wet, hot ebony cock plunged to the
depths of Richard's soul, each time taking with it a
bit of his humanity. With each thrust he became less of
a man and more of an... natural... a thing - a hole,
existing just to please his black master. And by the
time black man would finish with him, he would be a
whiteboy faggot slave to black cock, body and soul.
There was no denying it.

The black man's steady, primal rhythm started to change
and Richard instinctively knew, as any natural
cocksucker would, that he was getting close to cumming.
The black man was now plunging his cock in hard and
fast, then holding it all the way in, grinding it down
Richard's gullet, flattening Richard's used face
against his rock-hard abs. Then he'd pull out even
quicker and instantly shove his cock back in to the
hilt and grind some more. With each thrust, Richard
could feel the black man's cock throb in preparation
for the inevitable, the final release that would seal
Richard's fate.

"Sweetie? Are you in the shower?" Richard jumped as he
heard his pretty wife's sweet voice come from the
bedroom. He snapped back to reality and looked around,
panicked, but the black man didn't stop, didn't even
lose a beat! He continued to pound Richard's throat
like a possessed natural!

"Sweetie? Richie?" Richard heard her voice even closer
as she came into the bathroom! Richard was completely
panicking now, he couldn't let Bunni see him like this!
He had to do something, and quick!

"Richie, are you okay?" She asked, now right up against
the shower curtain. He could see the silhouette of her
perfect naked body against the curtain as the afternoon
sun shone into the bathroom.

"Yes!" Richard managed to spurt out quickly between
thrusts.

The black man did not stop; he kept pummeling Richard's
mouth. The wet slapping sounds must have piqued Bunni's
curiosity.

"Wow, sounds like you're really lathering yourself up
good in there," she teased lasciviously, "want some
company?"

Richard panicked - she was going to come in - "NO!" he
yelped between savage thrusts, "NOT!" another deep
thrust "NOW!" he managed to fetish out around the
massive cockhead.

"Oh..." Bunni sounded surprised and insulted at the
rejection of her come-on, "um... okay..." Richard
breathed a sigh of relief as she walked away from the
shower curtain... at least he meant to, but it was kind
of impossible with the savage face-fucking he was
getting.

Any concerns for his poor wife's feelings were
instantly shoved aside as the black man finally heaved
his tremendous erection all the way down Richard's
throat for the last time then bent over and wrapped his
muscular arms around the white faggot's head and pulled
with all his might to try to get just one more fraction
of an inch down into poor Richard. And then he came. He
shuddered and jerked and throbbed and thrusted, each
quiver of his powerful muscles eliciting a thick, hot,
copious ejaculation of potent black jizz directly into
Richard's vulnerable little stomach.

At least ten or eleven times the black giant bucked,
shooting his hot manseed into Richard's gut. Richard
could feel the ebony god's throbbing tool jerk and
pulse with each powerful spurt - his enormous sperm
dispenser writhing inside him like something imbued
with a life of its own. Load after load was literally
shot out of the palpating, swollen cockhead, splashing
violently against his stomach walls.

Richard was shocked to actually *feel* the jets of
thick, molten semen erupting from the invasive organ
and slamming into his guts. He could feel the heat and
the pressure of the black seed gorging his belly. It
was such a perverse, dominating experience, to be
filled so deeply in this way. He didn't even get to
taste the savage's cum, he merely was a repository for
it - it was like a black cock sauce injection. All of
the calories, none of the taste. Finally, after what
seemed like and eternity, the last few, weaker spurts
splashed into his guts.

The black man jerked a couple more times, but Richard
felt nothing substantial shoot from the engorged
phallus settled deep in his tummy. The black man
released him, lazily, then stood back up, leaning back
as he slowly extracted his now drained cock from the
white man's gullet. Richard fell forward a bit as he
regained his balance and felt sick at the feeling of
the man's copious load of jizz sloshing about in his
stomach!

It must have been at least a full pint of thick,
viscous cum filling his belly, Richard thought... and
all those millions upon millions of virile black sperm
trying desperately to impregnate his stomach lining...
he almost laughed at the thought, delirious from the
inhuman sexual ordeal he'd just been through.

Bunni had been babbling on about something, Richard was
suddenly aware, but he hadn't heard a word of it. Luke
breathed heavily, drenched in sweat, his massive
cockhead still sitting in Richard's mouth being suckled
like a lady's tit. Richard licked and sucked on the
cockhead lovingly, tenderly, as if thanking it for
filling his belly with such a wonderful treat.

Richard heard the toilet seat be lifted and shortly
heard the sound of her piss hitting the water in the
bowl.

"Mmmmm," Bunni moaned, "Richard... I'm pissing... isn't
that disgusting?"

Richard had always disapproved of, but tolerated,
Bunni's tendencies to talk dirty about bathroom
activities. He chalked it up to some repressed
younghood hang-up with thinking going to the bathroom
was dirty and shameful.

Suddenly, to Richard's surprise, the black man's piss
slit opened and out shot a powerful blast of the
hottest, most acrid dark-yellow piss Richard had ever
smelled... much less tasted! He wanted to pull away,
but the black man grinned and held his head firmly in
place. Richard had no choice but to swallow this
torrent of putrid cock-water. He shivered at the
thought of what those black muscles could do to him if
he resisted or spit the piss out... or the thought the
black man simply pulling back the curtains exposing
their perverted deeds to his innocent wife!

"Wouldn't you like to be watching me, Richard?" Bunni
sighed as she pissed, massaging her clit, "wouldn't
want to watch my hot, rancid, smelly piss shooting out
of my delicate, shaven cunt?"

"Mrrm!" Richard managed to groan in a vaguely affirming
tone as he chugged down the unending stream of hot man-
piss pouring into his mouth from the tremendous black
snake plugging his mouth. And unlike the semen, he
tasted every single, revolting drop of this gift from
his master's prodigious prick.

"MMmm, yeah, feel that hot piss, Richard... oh, it's so
hot... so nasty..." she was breathing heavily and
Richard could tell she was getting quite excited and
masturbating as she pissed. Her piss went on forever as
she continued to moan and talk dirty. Richard knew her
to have an impressive bladder capacity.

No more impressive than this black man's, apparently!
While he kept pissing just as long as Bunni did, his
flow was much stronger, much more voluminous than what
could come from Bunni's delicate white pussy. As
Richard continued to guzzle the incredible amount of
nigger piss being hosed into his mouth, he marveled at
the incredible endless supply of urine this black God
could hold! Over the next couple minutes, he swore he'd
swallowed at least a half a gallon of hot, rancid black
man-piss! It was the most degrading, debased thing he
had ever experienced. And, despite himself, his tiny
three-inch white cocklette was rock-hard. He had never
been more ashamed of himself as he was at that moment.

Bunni's stream had ended now, as well. Richard had been
so lost in his transformation into a urinal for black
cock that he didn't notice if she had cum or not. Then,
*finally* the black man removed his cock from Richard's
stretched, used mouth. His lips made a comical "pop"
as the cockhead snapped out. Thick, viscous strands of
mucus from deep inside Richard's esophagus clung to the
tremendous, imposing black phallus, hanging obscenely
in the air. They seemed to be extensions of Richard's
insides begging the black master's cock not to leave
them. He looked up into his master's eyes and saw
satisfaction, pride and sadistic glee in his dark eyes
all at once.

Suddenly, Richard heard a loud fart from outside the
shower accompanied by a juvenile, girlish giggle.

"Tee-hee!" Bunni chirped, "listen to me! I'm going to
take a big, nasty cuckolds brownie, now, Richie, smell it?" She
farted loud and long, again, "Ewww! It stinks so bad,
that's so gross!"

Then, to Richard's horror the black man turned around,
pushed Richard's head way back powering his mouth to
open wide, then sat his quivering sphincter right in
the white faggot's mouth! He couldn't believe his was
happening to him! How could this... how could a permister
*do* this to another-

His denial was cut short by the sound of Bunni's next
loud fart and, at the same time, a foul, fetid and
powerful feces-spackled fart that shot out of the black
man's dilating anus all over the inside of Richard's
mouth - coating his tongue and his mouth with globlets
of liquid cuckolds brownie! The black man's farts were powerful,
but muffled by Richard's mouth, so Bunni couldn't hear
them over the sounds of her own.

"Oh, wow, that was a really raunchy one, Richie, you
should smell this! Gawd!" Bunni was really getting off
on her own filthy behavior, totally unaware of the
absolutely debauched and depraved depths of raunch
being perpetrated just mere feet from her by a gigantic
black man upon her poor, used, loving husband!

With each putrid fart, Richard wanted to retch, but it
never came. His body just didn't react as strongly as
he thought it would... but then the worst of all came.

"Oh, ungh,.. I feel it, sweetie... god, it's huge...
it's coming... " Richard heard Bunni straining as his
tongue felt this black master's cuckolds browniehole dilating
quickly, "this is it, Richard, here it comes... oh my
God! Yes! UNGH!" and with her final push, a fat,
disgusting, enormous cuckolds brownielog slid out of the black
man's anus right down Richard's quivering tongue,
sliding all the way to the back of his throat. Richard
heaved slightly, but he didn't throw up, to his own
amazement.

"Oh my god, I don't think I've every laid such a huge
loaf!" Bunni marveled at her own excremental efforts,"
it's still coming, Richard! My GOD!"

The black man's log kept coming, too. It shoved itself
further back into Richard's throat then hit the back
where it had to stop. Richard realized he had to chew
if he was going to prevent himself from obligation on the
cuckolds brownie. But, before he could, the black man pulled his
familiar maneuver of tilting Richard's head just right
and positioning himself over him at just the right
angle... to send the cuckolds brownie straight down Richard's
already-broken-in gullet as if it was a massive cock
made of cuckolds brownie! Richard consumed the huge, endless
cuckolds brownielog right down into his gut... without even chewing
it! He was being turned into a human toilet, and his
digestive system was being turned into nothing more
than a sewer for this dominant, irresistible black God!

With a loud, wet "plop", Richard heard Bunni's log
finally break off and fall into the toilet water.

"Eww, I splashed up some pee and poo on my little,
clean bum, Richie!" Bunni squealed, "that's so disgust-
oh! Oh cuckolds brownie! Oh, cuckolds brownie, Richard, there's more! I'm going
to cuckolds brownie more! I think this local food is shooting right
through me! Oh FUCK!"

Epilogue II

It has been six months since the white couple had
encountered Luke and had their black cock slavery
awakening. Their lives have completely changed. Luke
now lives with them in their mansion and is the
undisputed master of the house.

The legal papers sit on Luke's washboard abs, waiting
for Richard to sign them. Bunni had threatened Richard
with blackmail if he didn't agree to sign over all of
his assets and holdings to Luke, permanently. If
Richard didn't sign, she'd release the hundreds of
hours of videos she's made and the thousands of
pictures she'd taken to his family, associates and even
the Internet.

Richard sighs as he realizes he has no choice and signs
all his life's work away in a single signature. Bunni
takes the paper and grins evilly, showing it to Luke,
who is quite pleased, himself, having instantly become
a multi-millionaire with a fully staffed mansion on a
grand estate with 10 luxury cars and investments to
last generations.

"Let's seal this deal with a kiss," Bunni says as she
grabs Richard by the hair and shoves his mouth down on
Luke's flaccid but sizable cock lying casually across
his thigh.

"What a fuckin' faggot," Luke sneers as Richard
dutifully gets to work sucking him off.

"Yes," Bunni nods, "yes he is," and sighs as she
settles in Luke's muscular arms, caressing his broad,
massive black chest and drifts off to sweet dream as
her husband sucks the colossal ebony cock of her lover.
After Luke comes and pisses down Richard's throat yet
again, he too falls arelax, snoring loudly.

As Richard rests his head on Luke's muscular stomach,
still suckling his master's big, black feeding tube, he
realizes he's completely dependant on them, now, for
his sustenance and well-being. If he left, he'd not
only be humiliated in front of the world, he'd be
penniless and homeless with nobody to turn to! Like it
or not, he's going to be their human toilet and faggot
cockslave for the rest of his life and he's going to
*have* to live off their cum, piss and cuckolds brownie. He simply
has no choice...

After all, beggars can't be choosers.

Then Richard, too, drifts off to sissy toilet dreamland
with Luke's flaccid but still sizable cock filling his
white faggot mouth, content to be in his natural place.

The End...

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Maid to the Power of Ten


It all started when lady hired a new maid from
Jamaica named Kat. Mother being single and working a
full time successful business. She always said she
didn't have time to do housework and with big sis going
to a local college and myself still flunking high
school neither of us really cared to help. There was
something wrong with Kat from the first time I saw her.
Several times I noticed she had dolls and such
underneath her bed and in drawers and other things,
which didn't look right.

I was fascinated with her body. She was black fully
developed in her mid 40s with a nice large ass, which I
followed her around the house whenever I could to stare
at. I was in love with it. She would bend over lower
than normal giving me views from behind that made me
run to the bedroom and beat off till I came. One day;
however, she took it to a new limit.

She was in the kitchen putting some tootsie rolls on
the kitchen table when I came in from school. She had
nothing on but a robe and was bent over. She noticed me
walk in without turning around and as I approached, she
dropped the robe.

My eyes budged in lust. Her beautiful butt was only
foot from me and totally exposed. She took a tootsies
roll from the table and unwrapped it and reaching
behind put the end in her butt hole. My cock sprang
straight out in joy at the sight.

"Come get your tootsie roll Mike," she said, looking
back over her shoulder at me.

I immediately ran over and dropped to my knees and put
my face in her bountiful ass and stated chewing the end
of the tootsie roll till I ate the whole thing and
watched with gleam as she inserted another and
requested I do the same. Which I did of course.

I ate and ate at least 20 tootsie rolls that evening as
she teased me calling me her new toy and slave boy who
was going to serve her every whim from now on and I
kept eating agreeing to all her commands. She laughed
at how lady would feel watching her mister eating
tootsies rolls from the maid ass.

Nothing was the same after that. Every night I was
commanded to come to her bedroom after everyone went to
relax and lick her cunt and ass all night. I was
spanked on a regular basic and dressed in Big Sis
nightees for her pleasure walking around doing her jobs
with something always shoved up my butt. I was in
heaven and wanted it to continued forever till one
evening lady I came home early. Kat was on her knees
on the kitchen chair and I was on mine on the floor
eating a banana from her butt when I heard lady yell
in back.

"You bitch," I heard lady voice from back. "Mike get
your butt in the bedroom, I'll take care of you later.
And for you cunt. I'm going to make you wished you
never came to this house and then I'm going to kick
that big butt of yours out of here."

I jumped up and ran for the bedroom as fast as I could
as I could hear the ladies yelling as I ran. Closing
the door, I just sat on the bed fearing what was going
to happen to me when lady got done with Kat. I waited
and waited. At first there were screams and yells,
which I couldn't make out the meaning and then they
got, quieter and quieter. At least thirty minutes went
by and nothing happened. Another 15 minutes and I was
about to step out and peaked when Kat opened the door
all nude staring at me.

"Mikee, I want you to come to the kitchen now," she
demanded.

"But lady said I was...."

"I don't care what you lady told you. From now on you
will do as I tell you." She told me. "You lady has
learned the error of her ways and agree that I should
run this house from now on. She is to be punished for
being bad and you are to watch it."

She led me to the living room, and had me sit on the
couch while she took a seat on a chair.

"Lucy dear," please come in here for your spanking
baby.

I couldn't believe she called lady Lucy dear and
watched in shock as lady entered the room totally
naked. She had scratches all over her body and her hair
was tusked up in top as she waddled in walking funny.
My cock sprang out as I noticed she was walking funny
because she had a banana stuck in her large hairy cunt.
Her head was hung low as she approached Kat and as she
turned to her side, I saw a carrot shoved in her
asshole in back.

"What do you say Lucy dear?" Kat demanded.

"I have been a bad little girl and need my big booty
spanked," lady replied in a girlee voice.

"Over my knee bad girl. Remember what I told you. If
the banana or carrot falls out you will have to eat
them." Kat warned her.

Mother bent over Kat lap presenting me with my first
view of her naked large and bumpy ass. My cock was
drooling at the sight as she was positioned on her lap
with her head to the floor and legs sticking straight
out and spread apart to the objects buried in her butt
and cunt.

Kat wasted no time and beginning slapping her ass a lot
harder than she had ever done mind. Mother was
screaming and pleading with her that she would be a
good little girl and serve her every need from now on.
The banana dropped out after the first 10 as I grinned
at the sight of it popping out. By the 25th, the carrot
soon followed and popped at least a foot in the air
before it fell to the floor. Mother was nothing but a
crying baby by that time.

"Get on the floor and eat your banana and carrot," Kat
demanded slapping her ass really hard the last time.

I watched as lady got down on her hands and knees to
the banana still crying and starting eating it off the
floor, as a dog would do. Her large red ass was pointed
towards my face and I could see her asshole and cunt
between her huge cheeks. Her large tits were flat on
the floor as she licked and chewed the banana till it
was gone. Kat reached down and picked up the carrot and
held it while she crawled forward and started chewing
on it.

Kat patted her head and told her she was going to be a
good little doggie and she was going to give her a
treat. Mother continued chewing and I noticed her cunt
was dripping on the floor behind her and she was now
wiggling her redden ass like a dog excited.

"Mikee, please get me some tootsie rolls from the table
so I can feed my new dog." Kate yelled at me.

My cock had made a large wet spot on the couch and it
was as large as I have ever seen it as I got up and ran
to the table grabbing a handful and returned to Kat.
Kat was teasing lady jabbing her fingers in her mouth
demanding she cleaned them properly. Mother didn't pay
any attention to me as she sucked and sucked on each
finger wiggling her large ass in back in excitement.

Kat got up and turning around unwrapped the first one
and put it in her asshole as she had done me plenty of
times in the past. Mother immediately crawled forth
shoving her face in Kat beautiful ass and started
munching on the roll.

"Mikee get behind Lucy dog and widen her tight asshole
with your fingers for me. I want her butt hole loose
when I put her new tail in it, which I have made for
her." Kat yelled back.

I immediately got behind lady and started shoving two
fingers in her hairy asshole as Kat kept putting rolls
in her ass and lady continued to eat them out. Mother
ass was wiggling as I continued to probe it, pushing my
fingers in and out without any resistance. Her large
hairy cunt was dripping a puddle on the floor down
below as my cock was adding to the liquid spill.

Finally, lady had eaten all the rolls from her ass
and Kat demanded lady crawl behind her to the
bedroom. She demanded I put on my sister lacy panties
and the plug for my butt she had gotten me and clean
the room while they were gone.

I hurried to get dressed and started doing what she
requested knowing big Sis would be home later that
night and I had better hurry. I cleaned the floor and
the couch as best as I could and then continued to
clean the rest till Kat returned to the room with
lady crawling on her hands and knees behind her with
a chain attached around her neck.

She led her to the table in the corner and tied the
chain to her leg so she her head was on the floor and
her big ass sticking up in the air in back. She had a
plug in her ass with a long string of her hair attached
to the end of it. Since lady had long hair, it
reached nearly to her knees in back. She looked so
stuffed in her butt as she remained still with head to
floor and ass pointing straight up for viewing. Kat
gave her a friendly pat on her butt as lady barked in
reply.

I was still staring when I heard sister car drive up in
the driveway.

"Kat, sis is home," I yelled.

"Continue cleaning Mikee," she demanded. "I will tell
you when you can quit unless you want a spanking like
your lady had earlier."

I went to the corner and started cleaning hoping to
hide as best as I could as I heard the door open in the
other room. I could hear footsteps coming in and then
my sis voice as she yelled out in surprise.

"What the hell!" she yelled. "Mother, Mikee what are
you doing and where are your clothes."

"They are now my slaves as you will be too dear," Kate
said from the chair, as I continued working not daring
to look back.

"You can go to hell first," I heard sis yelled. "I'm
out of here and I'll be back with someone soon."

I heard her footsteps and then Kat steps afterwards as
both left the room hurriedly. Mother was whining at the
table but I dared not quit what I was doing. If I
wasn't so excited, I would have felt sorry for her but
every time I turned around, I just looked at her
plugged butt and got excited again. My lacy panties
were soaking wet.

I had heard the door slam minutes earlier and knew both
had left the house for what seemed like an hour before
I heard it open again. Then I saw much to my surprise
Kat large body enter the room holding Ann my sis by her
ear. Ann was totally naked and being led liked a young
young. Her boobs and cunt was small compared to mum as
I glanced back every once in a while to get a peak.

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Lust for the Librarian


Once the school was locked up, seven gang members broke
into the well known private school for the fun of it
and with the intent on doing some malicious damage. The
ragged youths were approximately seventeen years old,
their hair in bushy Afros, all members of a black gang.
Each was unkempt to the extreme and smelled of not
having bathe for some time. All of the boys had a dirty
leather vest on, the back of which was scrawled "The
Black Devils" in bold black letters. One had a lit
joint, taking a deep drag of the weed and passed it
around as they sat about in the classroom waiting for
darkness to come.

"I hope Dorky's gets here soon with that supply of
weed!" Barf, the tallest gang member bitched. "Man, I
need some decent weed bad! That stuff Dorky sold me
last week was cuckolds brownie! I feel like wringing his damned
neck!" "Take a pull of this joint, Barf!" said Turd,
the heaviest of the gang, weighing in at 275 lbs.
"It'll get you by for a bit. Dorky's stuff was horrible
but at least he can get his hands on the stuff. It's
better than nothing!" Turd grumred.

The smallest of the group was a boy nicknamed Pukehead
stood glancing nervously down the empty hallways of the
private school. He sneered and spat on the floor. "Damn
it, Stork! What time did Dorky say he'd get here? Are
you sure he can get the stuff? I need it bad, man! My
insides are churning. Damn, we gotta pull a job or hit
a cuckold water store so we can get enough bread for some good
stuff!"

`The Stork' was the leader of the group and meanest of
the bunch. At 220 lbs, `The Stork' was pure muscle and
no one dared to argue with him for fear of having their
heads bashed in. His nickname was well earned, for
every gal he fucked in his early teens seemed a shoo-in
to find she was knocked up from the fuck. Now, `The
Stork' loved nothing better than fucking a broad,
especially if he had to take her by power. "It's five
now!" he frowned, drawing out the long knife that was
hidden in the back of his trousers. "Dorky better be
here soon or I'll cut his nuts off! Let's relax and
give him fifteen more minutes!" he ordered.

"Okay, Stork!" Stick, 170 lb. and 6' tall, grinned as
he patted his puffed Afro. "Man, it's bad enough going
without sex so long but going without haves is worst.
We gotta get some bucks fast. I need a fix soon and
then I gotta get hold of some bitch to get my rocks
off!"

"Put the weed out, quick!" `The Stork' ordered, his
eyes starring wide out through the crack in the
doorway. The gang members watched as `The Stork's' jaw
dropped wide open as he eyed the beautiful woman
locking the door to the school's library.

Mrs. Jenny Carmister, age 28, 5'4" 118 lbs., was the
school's librarian. Married now for 3 years, she and
her loving husband had thought of starting a family.
She was now closing up the library as the students had
all left and the janitor had locked the doors to the
school. Being new to this exclusive private school,
Jenny wanted to make a good impression on the school's
administration. She normally stayed late to clean up
the library and get it ready for the next day. The
school and surrounding area was in the upper middle
class section of the city and there was not much crime
in this part of town. Thus, she had no concern to get
out of the school before the janitor locked up. Exiting
the library and walking down the hall she nervously
looked behind her, having thought she had heard a
noise. Seeing nothing, she kept walking, her black high
heels making a clicking sound against the concrete
floor.

The entire gang was now peering through the crack in
the doorway. "God, she's a fucking beautiful bitch!"
Barf whispered. "Yeah, we could really have some fun
with her! Man, that's real classy stuff!" whispered
Pukehead. "Shut up, you guys! Keep quiet!" ordered `The
Stork', as he licked his lower lip. Stork played with
the smooth handle of his knife, as his cock began to
twitch in his tight fitting crotch. Every guy drooled
as they saw the trim ivory legs of the beauty wall down
the hallway. "God, I ain't had no redhead before! Man,
I gotta have those long white legs around me!" Pukehead
muttered. "Wonder if her bush is as red as the hair on
her head?" chirped Barf.

Pukehead whispered "The only fucking good thing about
these rich private schools is that their bitches are
clean and pure as sacrificial virgins! God, my cock is
aching to get into a nice clean white beaver. Just look
at her pretty little ass sway!" "Shut up!" hissed `The
Stork' "The school's locked up nice and tight. Let's
wait till she walks by, then we'll give her a nice
surprise!"

"My black snake knows the tight cave it wants to
snuggle in!" Stick, the newest member of the gang
snickered. "Oh man, it wants to snuggle right in
between that soft white ass. That bitch is so damned
beautiful! I hope I don't lose my load before I get in
between her soft white cheeks!"

"Do that and you're a fucking loser, Stick!" Nutman
laughed softly. "Me, I want those hot pink lips right
wrapped around my long black cock! I would've stayed in
school if we had a beautiful bitch like her. God, I
can't stand it! We gotta get her!"

Stork glanced away from the crack in the doorway and
noticed that Nutman had unzipped the front of his
jeans. Nutman was holding a hell of an erection in his
hand and was beginning to stroke it. Stork wanted to
laugh out loud, seeing the effect the beautiful broad
had on the gang, knowing the gang would never forgive
him if this beautiful bitch got away.

Jenny knew she had just heard voices and turned in
fear, her lips parting in surprise at the sight before
her. Seven black teenagers were at the doorway of the
room she had just passed, all the black faces leering
at her. They obviously belonged to a gang and didn't
belong in this school. She noted the similar attire of
each member, that being of jeans and dirty white T-
shirts. So different from the required school attire of
shirt and ties for the young men of the school. There
were no blacks in this school and the students of this
middle school were far younger than these hoodlums.

"Looks like we just got here in time for us to do some
research in the library!" Jenny heard the leader tell
her and his gang. `The Stork' was standing in front of
the gang, standing a good foot taller than her. "You...
you boys don't belong in this school!" Jenny nervously
spoke, trying to put authority in her voice. "Please
leave this school immediately!" she ordered. Jenny's
body began to shudder in fear of the obvious danger as
the boys moved closer to her, powering her to step back.

Jenny shivered as the leader smirked and looked over
his shoulder to another gang member. "Awwwwww, shucks!
Me and the boys need to do some research in the
library. Why don't you be nice and open up the library
for us so we can learn some and you can show us how to
do research. Topic we're interested in is `sex
education'! Yeah, we wanna know just how babies are
made, wanna know if we can improve our techniques!
Maybe you'd be so kind as to give us a physical
demonstration!" laughed `The Stork'.

The gang members all laughed and snickered as they
began to move toward her. Jenny stepped back quickly,
almost losing her footing in the high heels she was
wearing. Jenny had never before felt so vulnerable than
at this very moment. From the evil looks on the black
faces, she knew of their intent. Tears welled in her
eyes as she thought of her loving husband and what it
would do to him if he learned that she was defiled by a
gang of blacks. "Please, please... I need to get home!"
she pleaded.

The leader's words made her shiver in horror "Aw, baby,
you can't home just yet. Not until we finish our
research project! We `re all here to learn something,
ain't we guys?" The gang members all nodded their
agreement and began walking towards her again, causing
Jenny to move back and literally into a corner. There
was now no where to run for her. "Please! P-please
leave me alone... please, I'm married, I have a
husband... please, I've got some money in my purse, you
can have it... please don't hurt me!" Jenny sobbed.

"Aw, you pretty little thing! Married, huh? Then you
know what to do to make a baby! You've got the perfect
body to show us! And with that bod, we'll all pay
attention!" the leader spoke again, his hand reaching
out to the side of her face. "Now I don't want to heard
any more from you, bitch! Don't ya open that fucking
mouth of yours again, unless it's to suck a black
cock!" Stork ordered.

The rest of the gang all shouted encouragement as their
leader pressed himself up against her body, causing
Jenny to shudder in revulsion as she felt the throbbing
shaft against her stomach. Stork loved the shuddering
and horrid look on the beauty's face as she closed her
eyes in shame when he ground his pelvis into hers soft
tummy.

Jenny struggled then, knowing that it was hopeless with
the six other brutes ready to pounce upon her. But she
had to try to escape this vulgar assault, knowing they
fully intended to **** her with their filthy black
cocks, intending to soil her with their filth. Jenny
closed her eyes shivering as she felt the leader's
hands fondling her breasts, squeezing them till it hurt
badly. Jenny cried and tried desperately to push her
assailant away from her. "Let go of me! Please, I beg
you... please let me go!" she cried. Losing her balance
as she tried to push the obnoxious leader away, Jenny
fell to the floor in the corner of the hallway.

With a nod of Stick's head, the gang members edged
forward and surrounded the beautiful librarian. Looking
up fearfully, Jenny gulped in fear, she observed a few
of the hoodlums already with their flies open, lewdly
stroking their thick black cocks. Jenny shivered in
fear, never having seen such lengthy displays of
manhood, never before had she ever laid eyes on a black
cock before. She had been brought up in a very
conservative home and she had only been intimate with
her husband, her sweetheart from high school.

Jenny scramred to get to her feet but was brought back
down by a hard slap on her face and restraining hands
locking onto her ankles and wrists. "NO! Noooooo!"
Jenny cried out in desperation, trying to get free.

"Look bitch, if you don't shut up, we'll hurt you real
bad. But if you be real good and help us with our
research, you'll be just fine! And we'll give you a
present to remember us by! Yeah, a little bundle of joy
that'll push out of that little tummy of yours in nine
months!" he taunted, moving up close to stick his
tongue into her ear. Jenny shivered in disgust, closing
her eyes tightly, trying to block out the hoodlum and
his awful words.

Jenny sobbed when she felt her blouse being torn away,
buttons flying all over the hallway as the thin
material was easily shredded, exposing her lacy white
bra covered breasts. "Damned nice tits!" Barf exclaimed
as he fondled a breast. "Yeah, I bet she got a real
tight pussy too! One that'll snap at your pecker and
eat it alive!" laughed Stick, as he shoved his hand up
her skirt, pulling her lacy white panties off her trim
hips and over her thighs.

"I got her!" Stork yelled out as he suddenly grasped
Jenny around the waist, with one hand covering her
mouth. Then Stork gave the orders "Pukehead, grab her
feet and help me carry her. Stick, get the keys from
her purse and open the library door. I gotta get me a
piece of this beautiful white meat. It's been a long
time since I ****d a white bitch but I ain't never
fucked a beautiful honky like this before. I just gotta
get a taste of her sweet honey! Shit, this beautiful
bitch has got me so damned horny, my balls ache so bad
I'm about to cream in my pants!"

Jenny tried to scream but it was totally muffled by the
hand on her mouth. Suddenly she felt her legs being
lifted off the ground, strong hands around them. She
tried desperately to sink her teeth into the hand over
her mouth. She struggled wildly but to no avail as she
was carried into the school library.

Jenny was placed in a standing position, her lacy white
panties now lay over her black heels, with the hoodlums
surrounding her. Her hand was jerked up suddenly behind
her back as she panted for her breath. Then a hoodlum
was leaning over her from behind, licking the back of
her ear and taunted her "Hi, honey! My name's Nutman!
I've got something for ya!" Then Nutman brought her
trembling hand held behind her back to touch his
bulging crotch. "Yeah, baby. Feel that! Ever feel a set
of nuts that big before, little lady? That's the
Nutman's Special!" he laughed.

"HELP! HELP!" Jenny screamed. Stork had released his
hand from the bitch's mouth, no longer worried that her
screams would attract anyone. Jenny struggled against
the hoodlums firm grip, kicked and bit with all her
might. Jenny cringed and wanted to die of shame as she
felt rough hands touching and crawling up her legs. She
shuddered as she felt the dirty and grimy hands creep
up between her soft white thighs.

"Ohhhhh, baby!" Pukehead laughed "I bet hubby has to
pant like a dog before you let him near that tight
little snatch of yours! Yeah, baby, you got me panting
like a dog wanting to sniff at your sweet pussy!"
Pukehead pushed up the black skirt, his exploring
fingers moving underneath her skirt to her unprotected
womanhood.

"Oh, please, stop! No please... Nooooooo!" Jenny
pleaded. "Don't, please don't!" she sobbed, feeling the
dirty fingers stroke through her soft bush. Jenny could
not believe such a nightmare was unfolding before her.
Never had she given the thought of being with a man
other than her loving husband. And now here she was the
captive of seven black hoodlums, obviously intent on
having their way with her, to **** and fuck her.

Dropping to his knees, Pukehead began panting like a
dog and dipped his head up under the black skirt.
Horrified, Jenny sobbed as the demented beast crawled
forward and nuzzled his face into her soft mound. "OH
GOD! Nooooo!" Jenny sobbed.

"Ummmmmmmmm, no bugs!" Pukehead commented from beneath
the skirt bringing the gang to laughter. Then
Pukehead's tongue teased its way into the soft red
bush, mashing his lips against the sobbing beauty's
soft muff. "God, what a sweet cunt. Aw, pure sweet
honey, prime eating stuff!" came the rather muffled
comments.

Pukehead drove his long thick tongue between the soft
folds of the near hysterical beauty. His tongue lapped
up the sweet nectar being emitted from the beauty's
slick folds. Pukehead was like a dog gone wild, he was
trying to eat his prey alive, slurping and tonguing the
sweet nectar. "No please, oh god, let me die!" Jenny
whimpered, shocked that anyone could think of doing a
filthy act like this. Jenny was barely aware of being
laid over the reading table, the natural's mouth
following her was still glued to her mound, her body
shuddering uncontrollably as an unwanted orgasm struck.
Jenny arched up her hips into the slurping mouth, her
cunt lips in spasms as her slick nectar began to flow
from within.

"Wanna suck on this, little lady?" Nutman laughed,
rubbing the tip of his uncircumcised cock against her
soft white belly, pumping the swollen cock into her
tiny navel. Then Nutman knee-walked up, shucking his
ever growing black cock till it was right above Jenny's
horrified face. Jenny's heart pounded in fear as she
struggled to move away from the foul smelling
instrument. Jenny's body shook in revulsion as she
observed traces of dried crud around the head of the
penis making her want to gag in revulsion. Jenny's
heart was beating at a fantastic pace, causing her to
pant for breath, horrified that anyone could be so
filthy.

Pukehead laughed aloud as he looked at the beauty's
horrified face, then yelled out "Come on Stork, haul
the giant whopper out and show that mighty black baby-
maker of yours! Looks like she ain't happy with
Nutman's smelly black cock!" Jenny heard the laughter
from the group and then found herself staring at the
most immense penis she had ever seen in her life. Jenny
could not help but to compare it with her husband's,
which she quickly realized that her husband's penis was
no match for this black monstrosity. In fact this
pulsing black cock before her made her husband's seem
like a little toy.

"C'mon, little lady! Just like blowing up a balloon,
blow on it and you're gonna love it when it pops!" `The
Stork' laughed, then ordered his boys to spread the
lovely lady out on the table. Suddenly strips of rope,
that each of the gang members carried, were used to tie
her wrists and ankles. Arms and legs pulled wide apart,
Jenny was spread-eagled on the large reading table. Her
wrists and ankles were tied securely to the legs of the
table. As Jenny tried to scream, her mouth was suddenly
covered by the leader's, making her shudder as the
thick invading tongue entered her mouth.

Pukehead jabbed his finger into Jenny's slick folds,
rubbing his finger around, teasing her sensitive clit.
Then he bent over to fasten his mouth on the pink
nipple of her left breast, sucking and tonguing the
sensitive bud. Pukehead bit down hard, nipping the
sensitive pink nipple with his jagged teeth into the
tender flesh and drew red.

Jenny screamed from the sharp pain "Noooo... oh, no...
aaaaghhhhhhhhh! It hurts!" Jenny screamed and sobbed as
Pukehead continued biting at her sensitive nipple, then
sucking the red from her wounds. She couldn't believe
the agony being inflicted on her by this vicious goon.
She wanted to die than suffer any further scandal at
the hands of these filthy hoodlums.

Nutman had shuffled back down and was still holding his
throbbing black cock. He nuzzled up between the
widespread thighs, lickin at the tender white meat.
Then Nutman leaned forward, aiming his seething cock
into the soft mound between the long white legs.
"Nutman's gonna fuck you good baby! Gonna make your
guts churn when this ole black snake squirms in your
little belly!" he taunted. But he needed the permission
of his leader to go first "Hey, Stork, lemme go first
this time! Then you can stretch her even more with your
black whopper. C'mon, Stork, I'm gonna pop my load
soon!"

Stork laughed "Hear that, little lady? Nutman's got a
case of the hots for you! Let's hope he doesn't have a
case of the clap for ya! Time for ya to teach us poor
boys how babies are made! Nothing better than a real
life demonstration, huh, little lady?" Then Stork
yelled out "Okay, Nutman, stick your cruddy black snake
into the little lady! Make the little lady squirm on
that black snake of yours!"

All the clothing stripped off, her heels removed, Jenny
was totally naked before this gang of deviants. She
groaned and shuddered in disgust as her milk white body
was being soiled with Nutman's filthy body climbing
onto her. The pungent smell of Nutman's body made her
shudder and want to gag. Then Jenny felt the probing
jab between her thighs and she could do nothing to
prevent this black pervert from `ruining' her with his
filthy cock. She pulled at the bindings desperately but
to no avail, laying wide spread and about to be
plundered.

Nutman powerd his throbbing black snake of a cock
between the tender white thighs. He was panting in
anticipation, this being his chance to go first and
break in a new bitch. And what a beautiful bitch he got
the honors of nailing first, the best he'd ever laid
his grubby hands on. With hands grasping a firm grip on
the sides of the table, Nutman thrust forward with all
his might, throwing his head back at the exquisite feel
of the slick folds opening and clasping at his invading
cock. He was determined to power his black snake all
the way in till he entered her womb. He was determined
to let his snake of a cock spit its potent venom right
into her fertile womb.

"No, no, please no... I'm married... I have a
husband... please!" Jenny desperately pleaded. Three
vulgar thrusts and Nutman had succeeded in nailing the
lovely beauty with his entire eleven inches.

"Aieeeeeeeee!! Oh please... Oh god, nnooooo!" Jenny
screamed hysterically. The gang was delighted at
Nutman's superb performance. Nothing better than the
thrilling sound of a beautiful white bitch screaming
hysterically as she introduced to the joys of a long
black cock.

Nutman laughed, rotating his hips in violent circular
motions, causing Jenny to sob in despair. Never had
Jenny been fucked in such a manner, so crude and so
violently. Then Nutman withdrew and plunged down deep
and hard, again and again. Placing his palms under
Jenny's soft white asscheeks, he thrust deeper into her
slick channel. Nutman groaned as he felt the lovely
lady respond with the clasping of her cunt muscles,
squeezing hard on his invading cudgel. "Oh, yeah baby!
Agghhhh baby, milk me... milk the cum outa me! Ah,
baby, we're gonna help you and hubby make a bundle of
joy!"

"Yeah, little lady, OH YEAH! Here it comes... Oh yeah
baby, baby, arghhh!" Nutman groaned loudly, his black
body convulsing in spasms as he unleashed his hot
potent jism. Jenny lay under him, head turned away as
she sobbed in her shame. Shame of being ****d and
`ruined' by a filthy nigger, but more so due to the
fact of her body convulsing in an orgasm just as the
long black cock within her spurted out its hot vicious
load.

"Way to go Nutman!" the gang cheered as they watched
the quivering black ass convulse as it emptied its hot
goo. As Nutman's body finally ceased its quivering, it
was obvious that he had shot his entire wad. Black
hands reached out roughly to pull the limp black body
off the sobbing beauty. Nutman groaned as his sensitive
cock slipped out of the slick folds and then he fell
off the table and onto the floor. The gang all laughed
at their exhausted buddy, then cheered as Turd hopped
onto the table, cock in hand as he leaned forward to
spear into the groaning beauty.

Groaning in shame, Jenny sobbed as she panted for
breath, her mouth open as she pleaded for the
offense to stop. Then her open mouth was suddenly
covered by `The Stork's', causing her to fetish and gag
as the thick invading tongue continued its exploration.
Her cries of shame was now muffled, her body shook in
revulsion as Turd's shorter but thick cock began to
hump in and out of her ravaged cunt. `Oh, God, I'll
never be clean again!' she thought.

Trying to breathe and catch her breath, Jenny's body
recoiled at the awful smell of the gang leader. The
stench was overwhelming as `The Stork' had not showered
in over a week. Jenny fought the attempt to kiss her.
She felt `The Stork's' teeth biting into her tender
pink lips and could not escape the probing tongue. Her
lips began to red some from her now swollen lips.

"Go on, Turd! Give it to her real hard! Grease her up
more for me! The bitch will need all that lube in her
cunt when she gets my black whooper!" Stork laughed. He
watched the expression of horror on Jenny's face as she
lay on the table, body jerking up and down in timing
with the Turd's lunges into her ****d slit.

He looked about and saw Barf handling his black tool,
then yelled "C'mon, Barf, get your ass over her and
give the little lady a treat of your tasty wang!"
Dropping his pants, Barf hustled over and got up to
stand on a small stool. Barf shuck at his pulsing black
cock and placed it on the trembling soft pink lips.
"Turn your head to me bitch. Do it or you'll lose a lot
of your beautiful red hair!" Barf ordered with a
vicious yank to the long red hair.

With the vicious yank of her hair, Jenny was powerd to
admit the foul smelling cock into her mouth. Jenny
closed her eyes and gagged as the taste was something
awful, her body shuddered from the horrid taste of the
unwashed cock. Barf laughed at the lovely librarian's
look of utter disgust.

"What's the matter honey, don't ya like my tasty treat
for ya?" All the gang members laughed and Turd
commented "Shit, Barf, don't you ever wash your cock?
Every dame that gets a whiff and taste of your wang
wants to barf her guts out!" To that Barf replied "Man,
nothing better than getting some honky white punk's
prize to blow my tasty black cock! Wait'll she gets a
taste of my hot lumpy load of jism, that'll get her
barfing for sure."

With a cock pumping into her belly and another plowing
in her face, Jenny was in a dazed stupor. Jenny could
tell that the cock in her ****d slit was pulsating
madly and nearing its point of eruption. She moaned at
the thought of more black baby sperm would soon be
flowing into her fertile womb. But she was totally
unprepared for what happened next.

Suddenly both cocks in her exploded at the very same
moment, sending Jenny over the edge as her body
convulsed madly in a mind shattering orgasm. Trying to
breathe, Jenny was powerd to swallow the mouth full of
lumpy goo. The acrid taste was so awful that she began
to gag and spewed up the goodies that had slithered
into her innocent belly. Jenny could only compare the
acrid taste that filled her mouth with the taste of
spoiled milk. Barf laughed at the beauty's distress
"Told you guys my cum would make this beautiful bitch
barf! Can't hold down my liquid protein, can ya bitch?"

Both Barf and Turd had just cum and wanted to let their
cocks dwell in the beauty's mouth and cunt
respectively. However, the fellow gang members were hot
and bothered too, wanting their turn at the innocent
white bitch. Barf and Turd groaned weakly as they too
were roughly pushed away, their dicks slipping out with
a pop as they fell to the wayside.

"Okay, guys, now for the main event! Looks like the
little librarian is ready to take on the big whopper!"
Stork declared, shucking his 12" dong to rigid
hardness. He crawled up onto the table and looked into
Jenny's green eyes, eyes terrified for she had seen the
monster cock that `The Stork' possessed. "Gonna `ruin'
ya good, precious! You'll never be able to feel hubby's
little cock once ya get stretched by the big `Black
Whopper'!" he taunted. Then Stork leaned up onto his
knees and shuffled forward to place his oozing whopper
against Jenny's slick entrance. "Okay, guys, let's all
have the little lady show us a good time together!"

It was obviously not the first time for this sort of
event as all gang members quickly moved about to get
into their desired position. The lunge of Stork's thick
cockhead into Jenny's tight entrance brought a scream
of pain from her, then all the gang members got into
the action. Jenny closed her eyes tightly as she was
suddenly mounted above her shoulders and a cock thrust
into her open mouth. Her hands that had been clenching
and unclenching in her agony, now each fist was
clenched around a throbbing black cock. Her dainty
white feet now had its tiny toes curled due the
sensations created by black cocks sawing into her soft
soles. Above her crawled another hoodlum who was
wrapping her long red hair around his leaking cock.

Nutman eased the dress from Jenny's shoulders as she
meekly stood and allowed the dress to fall at her feet.
He then order Jenny to take off her bra. Next, she was
to undress him, making her shuck his long black cock.
To humiliate this innocent young wife, he moved behind
her to encircle his arms enclosed around her. He cupped
her perfect white breasts and tweaked her hardening
pink nipples, nuzzling her ear as he whispered the
degrading things he was going to do to her "Is that the
bed you share with your loving husband, Mrs. Carmister?
The same bed that you're gonna spread your long white
legs for a nigga to fuck ya, aren't ya? Ya gonna spread
your lovely white legs open for this nigga and let me
breed ya?" Jenny could only nod her head, too ashamed
to answer him verbally. Ordering her to crawl onto the
bed, Jenny obeyed without hesitation, wanting her
forbidden dreams and cravings to come true. Gazing upon
the beautiful sight of the lovely white wife, clad only
in her white heels, he held her by the hips as he stood
alongside the bed. He smiled as he was going to breed
the beautiful bitch right on the very bed that she
shared with her white punk husband.

With Jenny moaning in sexual need on the bed, Nutman
rubbed his oozing cockhead up and down the juicy slit.
Jenny groaned and begged, "Please, oh please, please be
gentle! Oh, please, don't **** me again!" But Nutman
knew better, knew that it was the earlier **** that
excited her and slammed forward, burying half of his
12" cock in the screaming young wife. "Oh aieeeeeeeee!
Aarggggggh! Ooh GOD! Stop! STOP! Oh god! Ohhhhh, YES!!
FUCK ME! Fuck me hard! Oh, **** me again! Harder!
HARDER!! DEEPER! HARDER!" Jenny screamed as her cunt
muscles squeezed hard upon the invading shaft, emitting
a slick lubricant to assist the fuck.

Just as Jenny was about to reach an orgasm, Nutman
stopped in midstroke. The innocent young wife looked up
at him and pled with him, "Please, please, don't stop,
I need to cum!"

"Tell me you want cum, Mrs. Carmister. Tell me you want my
black baby, Mrs. Carmister!" he demanded. Jenny
desperately began to buck back and forth but she was
held tight, unable to get more of the pleasure giving
shaft in her.

Then she pleaded "Oh God, fuck me please. Fuck me
please! Oh, damn you, damn you, damn you! Oh, God, y-e-
s! Y-e-s, give me your big black cock, give me your
sperm! Fuck your black baby in me! Knock me up with
your bastard baby! Knock me up on my husband's bed!"

That day the Carmister's bed creaked and strained,
threatening to collapse from the constant humping
motion. Never had it ever been put to such strenuous
use. Jenny had to bite down hard, into her husband's
pillow, to keep from screaming as the thick black cock
rammed up her white ass. Jenny had willingly sucked the
black rod back to life on three occasions. She couldn't
remember how many times that long black cock had
emptied itself deep in her womb.

She had discovered that her goading Nutman to `knocking
her up on her husband's bed' sent him into a mad
frenzy, with his strokes becoming longer and more
violent. Thus, each time she had begged him to `knock
me up with your black baby' `knock me up on my
husband's bed' just before his hot load exploded deep
in her womb.

At 3 p.m., the activity finally ceased. On the
overworked bed, the contrasting bodies on the rumpled
bed were a sight to behold. Nutman's coal black body
was wrapped at the neck by the lily white arms of the
once innocent wife. Her dainty white feet, long since
devoid of her heels, were locked tightly around the
quivering black ass in her attempt to squeeze out every
drop of the potent baby making juice.

It was another hour before Nutman slowly withdrew his
black baby maker from Jenny's widely stretched and
overflowing pussy. Jenny was totally exhausted but was
thrilled from the numerous climaxes she had reached.
Withdrawing his sensitive but shrinking cock, Nutman
reluctantly withdrew from the slick confines of the
lovely beauty. Then he groaned loudly as the once
innocent wife enveloped his plum sized cockhead with
her sweet lips.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing and feeling,
this lovely bitch was intent on eating him alive.
Looking down, Jenny had done the unbelievable by
swallowing his entire foot long dong. He wondered how
she was able to breathe as she literally fucked her
lovely face up and down his thick length.

Then Jenny had to come up for air. She pulled her head
back till only the cockhead remained in her mouth,
using both hands to shuck up and down the black stalk.
She began to tease the cockhead with her flicking
tongue and playfully teased the cock slit with the tip
of her tongue, speeding up her hand motions.

"Oh, you beautiful bitch! Oh, yeah baby, you're getting
me so hot... Oh, baby... I'm gonna cum soon! Better
take your mouth off my cock unless you want to get a
taste of nigger cum!" He looked down and was surprised
to see the emerald green eyes looking up at him. Then
he knew this sweet white wife was intent on tasting his
nigger cum. He began to hump forward a little, "Oh,
baby, baby... here it comes... argggggghhhhhh!" Looking
down, Nutman saw Jenny's emerald green eyes still glued
to his while her dainty hand tightened on his erupting
cock. Erupting right into her tight sucking mouth.

Jenny's teasing tongue was suddenly coated by a flood
of thick jism, her tiny mouth filled to the brim after
four additional explosive spurts. Swallowing deeply,
Jenny again shucked at the quivering black snake,
trying to milk all the venom it had to spit.

Finally, the quivering snake shook one last time as
Jenny allowed the limp and now useless cock to slip
from her pink lips. Looking up at him, Jenny opened her
mouth wide and wiggled her pink tongue through the
mouthful of thick goo. Looking directly into his eyes,
Jenny closed her mouth and swallowed hard. Jenny then
smiled at Nutman, opening her mouth again to show that
she had eaten his entire load of protein.

Startled by the sudden ringing of the phone, Jenny
looked up at the clock and realized it probably was her
husband calling to say he'd be having a couple of beers
with the guys. Picking up the phone, Jenny greeted her
husband and asked how he had played that day.

"Ohhhhh, honey! I love you so much! Can't wait for you
to get home and make love to me!" she crooned, just as
Nutman's long black cock slid up her slick squeezing
snatch. Just when the conversation was coming to an
end, Jenny told her husband "I love you, honey!" That
last exclamation of her love coincided with Nutman's
long black cock belching out its baby-making goo deep
in her fertile womb.

A few hours later, Jenny greeted her loving husband
home. Her husband gave her a deep passionate kiss,
telling her how glowing she looked and back to her old
self, for he had been worried about her being so
withdrawn over the past few weeks. Jenny reassured him
that she was just fine, admitting she had been a bit
down but going to the Women's luncheon helped a lot and
she learned what protein her body was missing. But
Jenny did not tell her loving husband the protein she
needed only could come from a black cock.

After finishing the delicious dinner that Jenny had
prepared, her husband grabbed her and carried her to
their bedroom. Jenny pulled down the spread and sheets
of the recently made bed. She looked forward to making
love to her loving husband. Her cunt muscles clenching,
excited at the thought of making love to her husband
right where Nutman had claimed her that afternoon.
Making love to her husband on sheets still soiled with
the dried fuck juices of the illicit mating between her
and the black stud.

As her husband was about to mount her, Jenny grasped
his small throbbing penis, reminding him that it was
her fertile period and that he mustn't forget his
condom. Yet Jenny had not made Nutman put on a
protective condom, nor did she douche out her well
filled cunt when he left her home. What a thrill it was
to make love with her husband, right on the soiled
sheets and her cunt filled with another man's cum, a
black man's cum.

END

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Major Slut


Chapter 1

Hearing those news reports on TV about that Army sex
scandal at Aberdeen brings back memories for me,
memories of the best sex I ever had -courtesy of the
U.S. Army. I mean, how many men in this day and age can
truthfully say that they have owned a woman against her
will. Not just any woman, but his boss- in my case, a
female officer. And not just used her himself, but
powerd her to display herself in front of and even give
herself to a dozen other men, all of whom she hated.
You've never heard about this; the Army was pretty good
about covering the whole thing up. But it is worth
remembering, even if only here.

It was back in 1993, in Korea. I was in the 8th Army's
signal brigade then. I'd joined to be an *****ryman
and was a good one; but after my own fucking track ran
over my left foot on the last day of the Gulf War, I
was profiled out of the Infantry and into the Signal
Corp. I was a staff sergeant by then so I tried to
stick it out to get my twenty, but I just couldn't take
all the technical crap seriously. Nor could I take the
REMF-weenies I had to work for and with seriously.
After you've been in combat- after you've *******ed a man
in battle, it's awfully hard to fit in with a bunch of
glorified TV repairman.

Not surprisingly, I didn't do well in my new field. I
could see the end of my military career fast
approaching. Finally, they stuck me in the brigade's
version of Siberia, an old communications relay station
off the southern coast of Korea. It was just a little
compound with a half dozen Quonset huts left over from
the Korean War surrounded by a high fence. Above the
huts on the top of a hill were the antennas. Despite
the small size of the compound, the Army had taken
possession of half the land on the island, leaving the
local population barely enough land to squat on.

The station had once been the link between Korea and
Okinawa. Then satellites came in, and the place was no
longer necessary. They kept it in case the satellite
was shot down or more likely just out of habit. Anyway,
since it did nothing other than the occasional test
message there was very little to screw up. So it became
the dumping ground for the misfits of the brigade. I
was the NCO in charge working under an holy wateric
Captain I ran the place even though I didn't know cuckolds brownie
about the technical side of it.

Luckily, there wasn't a whole lot to do. I had eleven
enlisted men, 10 signal types and a medic. They were
all assholes or fuck-ups, which is why they were there.
Most thought that they were badasses, but their
previous bosses just hadn't understood how to handle
them. I did. The first day I was there I found the
biggest one of them, the toughest guy in the unit, and
beat the cuckolds brownie out of him. It wasn't hard; these signal
types tend to be weenies. Most had never been in a real
fight in their lives. Growing up hardscrabble in
Oklahoma, I've been in plenty. I learned that it didn't
matter so much how big you were, just how willing you
were to take the pain of being hit.

I didn't mind getting hit a few times if that meant I
could get my licks in. That's what I had on these guys.
They were afraid of being hurt; I wasn't. This asshole
had fifty pounds on me. But when I kept coming after he
hit me a few times, he folded, just curled up and cried
as I pounded him. I didn't have any trouble with the
men after that.

I had ten Koreans working there too. They were the
guards who manned the gate, the cooks, and the
houseboys who did all the cleaning while the GI's lived
like pigs. The head Korean was a fellow named Kim. He
like all the others was from the island. They were a
clannish bunch, like the hillbillies back in the
States, where everybody marries their cousins, and they
don't trust anyone who wasn't born there. I knew enough
to stay on his good side and let him run things with
the other Koreans.

After a couple of months, Kim started sucking up to me,
buying me takes and fixing me up with freebies with
the waitress at our little club- Miss Rhee- who did a
little whoring on the side. I knew that he had a reamister
for this, and that it probably involved something
illegal. At least I hoped it did; I would need some
money for a new start when they turned me out of the
Army. But I played it dumb until he worked up the nerve
to make me an offer. Like the moon-shiners in the
States, the islanders were short of land; they had to
find a more profitable crop than the turnips and rice
the farmers grew on the mainland.

So, they grew a little opium which they sold to the
Korean version of the Mafia in Seoul. Seems it was
quite stylish for the Korean Yuppies to smoke the
stuff. I believed him about the stuff going to Koreans;
I'd never heard of soldiers buying opium from Koreans.
I like to think that I would have stopped him then if
the customers had been GI's, but I doubt it. What he
needed from me was simple enough.

I'd look the other way- and make sure everybody else
did the same- while Kim's family grew the poppies on
some of the land belonging to the Army, land which was
off limits to the Korean police. I'd also help him
transport the raw opium by using the site's supply
truck to deliver the stuff to the mainland on its 3
times a week supply run, allowing him to get it to his
buyers even though the Korean police were watching
everybody and everything which used the ferry to the
mainland. In return he would pay me $1000 per 5 kilo
sack delivered. We bickered a while. I settled for
$1200 per sack. Suddenly, my post Army prospects didn't
look so bad.

Things went beautifully for six months. By then, I had
$66,000 in a bank in the Bahamas. I was happy, and I
kept everyone else happy. I was paying Miss Rhee to
keep the troops happy. A little free sex from her and a
relaxed schedule- no formations, no PT, no cuckolds brownie
details- kept their noses out of my business. The
Captain was even easier. I just kept him supplied with
*****. Only I was a little too generous. He drank
himself to death before I had the $100,000 that was my
goal. Still, I figured that his replacement would be
just as fucked up as he was.

I was wrong. I learned later that his replacement,
Major Amanda Thompmister, was not exiled there as
punishment because she fucked up but because she
wouldn't relax with the Brigade Commander. Just my
luck. I'd never had a female commander and didn't much
like the idea. It didn't seem right to me. You see,
most of my experience with women has been with the
whores around Army bases; that's what I thought of when
someone said "woman"- a life support system for a
pussy. Major Thompmister was definitely different from the
women I was familiar with. She was tall for a woman,
almost six feet. Hard to tell how old she was by
looking at her; she was in great shape physically.

Initially I guessed she was about 28 or 29, awfully
young for a Major. Later I found she was 36. She looked
to be built, even wearing those baggy BDU's. Her face
fascinated me. With her short, reddish brown hair and
lack of make up, she should have looked mannish. But
she didn't; she looked both strong and feminine. Maybe
it was those cheekbones or her full lips. Whatever the
reamister, I thought she was the best looking woman I ever
saw. I wanted her. The fact that she was an officer
helped too. That and the fact that I knew that she
didn't want me- didn't want any man so far as I could
tell- made her all the more desirable. She was
unattainable. She was a challenge.

She was also a problem. Unfortunately, she knew what
she was doing. She restarted formations and PT
immediately, much to the horror of the men. I kept in
pretty good upper body shape, and I didn't have to run
with her because of the profile on my foot. Still, I
had a hard time matching her. She smoked the rest of
the men, totally humiliated them, during PT. And she
seemed to enjoy doing it. She knew the job technically
and soon knew that I didn't. Things were looking bad.
She was bound to find out about the opium eventually.

Hell, it only took her a week to figure out about Miss
Rhee's part time work and ban her from the compound.
Which, since she had restricted everyone to the
compound until we met her standards, meant nobody was
getting any sex. Including me! Major Thompmister became an
obsession with me. Since I couldn't have her, I had to
have her. Finally, I decided that I had nothing to
lose. Kim wasn't about to let me out of our deal-
alive. If I did nothing, I was bound to end up in
Leavenworth anyway. I might as well take her down; it
was my only chance to get out of this clean. I had
nothing to lose and a great deal- her- to gain.

By the end of her second week Major Thompmister had every
man in the unit cursing her, calling her the "Major
Bitch," and just generally hating her guts. I knew then
that most would jump at the chance to pay her back for
the way she had taken away their comfortable life
style. The few who were afraid of what that entailed,
were too afraid of me to be willing to do anything to
save her. It was a simple matter to have my partner Kim
persuade the Korean cook to lace her meals with a
gradually increasing chunk of raw opium from our stock.

With the red peppers that the Koreans put in
everything, she never knew anything was wrong with the
food. I would watch the Major eat it everyday, thinking
of what was in store for her. The thought never failed
to give me an incredible hard on! The haves seemed to
have little or no effect for the first two days. Except
for nodding off at her desk a few times, she didn't
show any signs of the have that I could see. By the
third day I was wondering if the potency of the have
had been weakened by the heat of the food.

I needn't have worried.

That day she began to show the haves effects. Now she
alternated between catatonia and mania, dozing off for
hours and then off handedly issuing a flood of orders
which made no sense. The men around her began to get
use to ignoring her orders. On the fifth day she
reached the point of no return. She ****** in the
club after eating her doctored lunch, right in front of
about half the detachment. No one made a move to help
her. I knew then that I had her.

I left her there until the room cleared as everyone
else returned to their jobs. Then I got her up, which
was no easy task since she was almost as tall as I am
and weighed at least 150 pounds. It was all prime woman
though, she didn't have a trace of flab on her body. I
carried her to her room, which was in the Quonset hut
furthest from the club. I staggered into the room
cursing my crippled foot every inch of the way and
dumped her on her bed... As she lay on her back, I
checked her breathing. It was strong and regular. She
didn't stir when I shook her; Major Thompmister was
oblivious to the world.

By now she was getting a little too rank even for me.
Particularly after I gave her some stuff to take care
of her constipation and clean her out for what I
planned next. I took the Korean houseboy aside and ask
him how he'd like to earn $50. The houseboy, a dried up
old man actually, didn't bat an eye when I told him
about the special cleaning job I wanted done. He knew
that I was in tight with Kim. And even if the GI's were
unsure what was going on, I knew that the Koreans had
figured it out. Not that it mattered; as long as Kim
was backing me, they would keep their mouths shut. And
after cleaning Americans' dirty boots and toilets for
30 years, this one was more than willing to have some
fun at this American woman's expense.

I didn't go in with him. I watched from outside the
single window, having moved the shades to the side just
enough that I could see in. Amanda was coming down
after the last dose. The sight of the old man coming
toward her with his brushes and pail must have at first
seemed like an answer to her prayers, as if her rescue
was at hand. In her relief, she didn't even seem to
remember that she was nude with her name plate sticking
out of her cunt. He untied her legs as she croaked out
her thanks to him. But then he retied them to a length
of broom stick. I watched her face fall as her hopes of
a rescue disappeared. For a moment, she could not
accept it.

Then she screamed a disbelieving "NO" and started
struggling wildly, coming apart entirely. Smiling and
nodding to her as he jabbered in Korean to himself, the
old man acted just as if what he were doing were the
most routine thing in the world as he lifted her off
the bed and dropped her on her ass on the cold concrete
so he could strip the sodden bedclothes. When he had
done that, he turned his attention to her. Using a rag-
and a stiff brush- he bathed her with cold water from
his pail, taking care to spend the maximum time pawing
her body as he did his cleaning.

While I had told him, "no fuckee," I didn't say
anything about feeling her up as he worked. The
expression on her tear streaked face was one of total
offense as she sat there on the floor, nude and
helpless, as someone she had treated as dirt washed and
probed her most private parts. Her anguished look as he
pulled the name plate out of her cunt and pointed to
the name and giggled before going back to cleaning her
cunt with the rag was almost enough to make me come
right there. The old man took his time.

I was ready to go in and throw him out by the time he
finished scrubbing and pawing Amanda. Then he redid the
bed and literally swung her back onto it like she was a
sack of cabbages. I was surprised to see the old guy
climb onto the bed with her and straddle Amanda's nude
chest. What he did next surprised- and pleased- me even
more. He pulled his withered cock out of his baggy
pants and began to jack off right into her amazed- and
disgusted- face.

It took him some time, and the old man was wheezing
like his ticker was about to give out by the time he
was ready to shoot. But shoot he did, covering her face
with his come. It hit her right between the eyes, and
ran in a thick stream down the right side of her nose
and onto her cheek, marking her as it dried on her
skin. I knew the offense of this must be tearing
Amanda apart.

All in all, it was the best $50 I ever spent.

I sought out the three most despicable of the assholes
I had working for me- Wilmister, Jones, and Sanders. These
guys would fuck their own ladys, if they knew who she
was. I found them in the club, takeing. I joined them
for a couple as I ask them how they felt about the
Major. Some of their suggestions on things they would
like to do to "The Bitch" were so crude even I was
impressed.

I offered them the chance to actually do some of these
things. They were interested, but thought I was
bullcuckolds brownieting them. I told them to follow me and led
them to the latrine. I unlocked the door and led them
inside. When they saw what was in the showers, the
three of them just stood there, too surprised to move
or even speak until Sanders finally broke the spell
with a reverent "Mother-fucker".

Amanda stood in the center of the showers. She was bent
over, her hands had been tied behind her back with rope
and then pulled up and tied to the overhead pipes to
power her to bend double. I'd taken another piece of
rope and made a figure eight around her chest and back
with the middle of it, letting the rough rope encircle
and squeeze the bases of her hanging breasts. I tied
the ends to the showerhead pipes on opposite walls; I
wanted something to hold her upright when things got
rough.

Even if her legs gave way- as they probably would, she
would remain upright, suspended in a sort of swing or
cat's cradle of hemp rope. Of course, when she did put
her weight on these ropes, she'd drop a few inches,
putting even more strain on her arms and shoulders. Her
feet were spread and tied to the ends of the
broomstick. I had blindfolded her with a piece of tape,
but she was not gagged. I had her in some high heels
I'd found in her room. It did wonders for her ass.

With the heels she was taller than my three Judas's, so
I put a wooden pallet in front of her and behind her
for them to stand on. To give the boys a hint about
what I expected of them, I had put up a banner on the
wall behind her. I spray painted FTA- an old Army
slogan- on a sheet in big black letters and then filled
in the message with a red laundry marker so it read-
Fuck Thompmister's Ass. I decorated her too. Her gold oak
leaf was imbedded in her right nipple, and sticking out
of her cunt- its way well greased by my come- was her
name plate, sunk up to the A at the end of AMANDA.

When I left, it was suck up to the T in THOMPSON. She
was moaning a little and struggling weakly against her
ropes. She was high from the opium, but not so high
that she didn't know what was happening. With the opium
in her, I knew that Amanda would have a pretty high
tolerance for pain. So, I had a little something to
motivate her to cooperate with my plans.

I had a TA-312. That's an old style Army field
telephone, one having its own little hand cranked
generator included inside the small rectangular box
attached to the phone. It was small, but it was
powerful enough to put out a pretty good voltage. Even
better, it had a low amperage, so it wasn't going to be
lethal, just painful. At least I thought it wouldn't,
assuming I kept it away from her heart. I got the idea
about the field telephone from a book I read once -
something called THE QUESTION -about the way the French
Paras in Algeria used something like it to ***
rebels back in the 60's.

I filed that idea away in my mind after I read it; I'd
never had a chance to use it - until now. I had tried
it out on myself once, attaching one lead to my elbow,
holding the other in my fingers, and giving the crank a
turn with my other hand. The current went from the wire
held by my fingers to the wire on my elbow. It had a
kick like a mule; I felt like a firecracker had gone
off in my fingers.

The pain was at my fingers, but all the muscles between
my fingers and elbow convulsed, jerking my arm around.
But it didn't leave any marks, just the initial pain
and a strange tingling for a while until the fingers
stopped twitching. Scared the cuckolds brownie out of me though! I
thought it would be just the thing for Amanda.

I could see that her head had come up now, as she heard
several voices. She started looking around
instinctively- the blindfold kept her from seeing who
was there. She called out softly, "Who's there?" and
then "Please... help me?" The three men, realizing that
she could not see them, began to play with her,
surrounding her and running their hands over her body.
Amanda screamed and begged them to stop of course, but
that only encouraged them to be more bold. Sanders
knelt behind her and used his fingers to spread her
cunt lips open. He thrust his face into her sex and
crowed, "Prime pussy!" then began nipping at her as
Amanda tried to escape his unwanted attentions by
wiggling her ass.

Nineteen year old Wilmister was working on her breasts,
squeezing and pulling on the hanging globes as the
older, female officer moaned helplessly above him.
Jones had his mouth up against her ear, telling her God
knows what- probably some pervert thing he was going to
do to her. Amanda was frantic at being manhandled by
her own soldiers, fighting the ropes and moaning softly
between demanding that they leave her alone.

The men ignored her, continuing to paw her nude body
like it was a new toy. I let them have their fun as I
attached one of the wires from the TA-312 to her left
leg. I tightly wrapped the exposed copper wire several
times around her muscular leg above the knee. I held
the other end in my hand, the small twisted ball of
exposed copper wire held at the end of a short pointer
like piece of bamboo.

Once I turned the crank, the current would flow from
the contact on the pointer through her body to the wire
wrapped around her leg. The faster I turned the crank,
the greater the charge. In the book, they had attached
one of the two leads to the man's balls. Amanda didn't
have any of those, but she did have something sticking
out of her that would do as a substitute, her brass
name plate. I'd start with that.

"Cum-bucket!" I ordered," Tell us how much you want to
have your ass fucked!"

She just shook her head and replied softly, "NO! I
won't play your game, you BASTARD!"

She was feeling feisty. I waved the men back, and
touched the contact on the end of the pointer to the
metal name plate. Amanda was, of course, still
blindfolded. She couldn't see what was coming. Then I
turned the crank- just a single turn.

Amanda screamed and - despite being tied to the pallet-
jumped an inch into the air. I could see her body
trembling. She had no idea what I had done to her. She
just knew it hurt. It must have felt like a firecracker
going off inside her cunt. Still, I was surprised that
it would be that painful with just a single turn; the
surprise and not knowing what was being done to her
were probably worse than the physical pain, what with
the opium in her system and all So, figuring if one is
good then two will be better, I gave her another shock,
two quick rotations of the handle.

Amanda screamed - a long, loud, wonderful
"AAWWGGHEEEE!"- as her leg twitched and shook where the
current ran between the ground wire wrapped around her
muscular leg and the metal plate inside her cunt. The
blindfolded woman shook her head and moaned.

"Now Cum-bucket, tell us how much you want to have your
slut ass fucked!"

"OK! OK! PLEASE FUCK MY ASS! YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT
ANYWAY YOU BASTARD!"

I still didn't like her attitude, and I wasn't ready to
stop yet. I was having fun. I gave her another blast,
four or five turns this time. Amanda screamed her lungs
out now, even after the current stopped. I could see
the left leg still twitching as the muscles convulsed.
I knew that she was frightened and shaken by the shock,
so frightened that she was still trembling even after I
removed the pointer. My three Judas's just grinned and
watched, all three rubbing their crotches as they
stared at Amanda.

"WELL, SLUT?"

Now she really began to beg, "I-I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY
ASS! PLEASE! FUCK MY ASS! I BEG YOU! I'LL DO WHATEVER
YOU WANT!"

Then I asked her how much the boys should have to pay
for a shot at her ass. Amanda just shook her head and
said, "What?" Wrong answer. I hit her again, this time
touching the pointer to the sweat wet metal and sliding
it up her until it touched her cunt lips. I thought I
saw a spark jump from the metal to her skin.

"AWWWWGHHHEEEE! OK, Ok, A DOLLAR! I'LL TAKE A DOLLAR.
It costs a dollar to fuck my ass. Please! don't do that
again. I'll do whatever you want."

I thought this a bit high myself. So I started to turn
the crank again. By now she knew what that grinding
sound meant. She tried to twist away from the sound,
but the ropes held her. I brought the pointer closer
and closer to her trembling body. This time I was after
a different target. I pressed it lightly against the
hood of her large clit and watched the results.

They were spectacular. She threw her head back and
howled. Even with the opium, it must have felt like I'd
pushed a red hot poker against that sensitive part of
her sex. Her entire body shook with pain and fear as I
cranked that thing for all it was worth again and
again. I wondered if she knew what I was using on her;
maybe she thought I had used a red hot poker on her
cunt.

"AWWWGGHEEEE! NOTHING!... It doesn't cost you anything
to fuck my ass... Its free. Just do it and get it over
with. Please."

I was sure of the change in the tone of her voice by
that time, a change from defiant to cringing. The Major
was ready.

Well, boys" I said, " The Major gave you an order to
fuck her ass. I guess you better do what she says. I
think you should give her something for it though. Even
if she doesn't think her ass is worth anything. We'll
say a penny. How's that boys? Just put a penny on her
back before you fuck her ass. That OK with you Major
Cum-bucket?"

"Yes! Yes, just do it. A penny is fine. Please...
I'll... I'll do whatever you want. Please don't hurt me
again!," she replied in a small, scared voice.

The first penny hit her sweaty back about 1 second
later, and then Sanders was in her ass. I'd greased her
up before hand so he just slid in. Amanda gave a cry
and jerked in her ropes; that was all she could do. I
wondered what she was thinking now, what with a man- a
subordinate who was at least 10 years younger than she
was - fucking her in the ass like a she bitch. Amanda
was moaning constantly as Sanders plowed her ass,
jerking her back and forth as he pulled her onto his
cock.

He lasted only a few minutes; the thrill of sodomizing
"Major Bitch" got to him quickly. Then he pulled out,
leaving her open and dripping his come. Jones threw his
penny onto her back where the sweat held it fast as it
had the first coin, leaving two small, shiny coins on
her broad, muscular back I waved him back for a moment
and put my mouth close to Amanda's ear, letting her
hear the sound of the TA-312 cranking as I worked the
generator's handle with one hand.

"Tell us you want another ass fuck, slut. Say- Please
Sir, may I have another!"

She fetishd on the words at first; or rather on the
offense of saying them. But she got them out
between sobs, "PLeaseee... Sir... May... May I have
another?"

Gently, she pulled it away form the nipple until she
found the clasp to the pin piercing Amanda's nub and
opened it, removing the insignia of rank from Amanda's
nipple for the first time since I had pierced her with
it. Then she cupped the soft breast in both her hands
and alternatively licked and blew on it. Amanda's eyes
had closed again, but I knew she was still with us. She
was moaning softly as Miss Rhee made love to her
breast.

She didn't open her eyes again until Miss Rhee stopped
caressing her breast. Then she saw the small woman
leaning forward, pressing her small breasts against
Amanda's larger ones as Miss Rhee locked her lips to
Amanda's cum stained lips, her tongue thrusting inside
Amanda's mouth in a wet lesbian kiss. That woke Amanda
up. After she broke the kiss, Miss Rhee smiled for the
first time. She was still smiling as she settled back
on her heels, bent her head back to Amanda's right
breast, took the big, erect nipple between her white
teeth, and bit down hard.

The sound that escaped Amanda's lips was halfway
between a whipped dog whimper and a cry of surprise.
She couldn't shift gears quickly enough to react.
Amanda hadn't seen that coming. Nor had I. Miss Rhee
shook her head from side to side like a terrier,
Amanda's nipple still locked in her teeth. When she
finally let go, I could see a tiny drop of Amanda's
red on Miss Rhee's lower lip. She smiled at Amanda as
she licked that drop of Amanda's red off her lip, and
then she went on to the left breast, giving that nipple
the same treatment.

By now Amanda's body was bent like a bow as she fought
her bonds, staring up at the smaller woman in disbelief
as her pleasure vanished and was replaced by pain. Tiny
drops of red dotted both nipples now, only faintly
distinguishable against the lighter red of the nipple.
Miss Rhee licked those up as well. Then she sat back on
Amanda's thigh, picked up the candle she had found
earlier and a matchbook. As Amanda watched in growing
horror, Miss Rhee lit the candle. She watched it burn
intently, turning it in her hand to make the flame burn
closer to the wax. When it was ready, Miss Rhee began.

Her targets were Amanda's breasts. She would carefully
tip the burning candle to drop a glob of hot wax on one
of Amanda's breasts, starting with the firm flesh at
the base and working inward to the crushed nipples. She
worked steadily, pausing each time to let the candle
build up a quantity of the hot wax before again
dropping that hot wax on Amanda's sensitive skin,
alternating between breasts to prolong the ordeal for
Amanda.

There was nothing Amanda could do to stop her. She
could only struggle against the ropes holding her hands
and feet, the muscles of her strong body moving
beautifully under the white, sweaty skin of her arms,
legs and abdomen as she tried to escape the slow
***. Only Amanda's head was free to move, which it
did, moving steadily from side to side as she shook her
head in a futile, silent "NO". Her eyes remained fixed
on the candle in Miss Rhee's hand as it dipped and
hovered over her, bringing pain with each small
movement of Miss Rhee's hand.

She was mostly silent as Miss Rhee slowly encased her
breasts in the hot wax. Just a soft moan at best,
usually only the sound of Amanda sucking a ***d
breath through her tightly clenched teeth each time a
glob of hot wax hit the sensitive skin of her breasts.
Miss Rhee was silent too. The two seemed to me to be in
some contest of wills where the one to speak first must
be the loser. But even if she didn't speak, Miss Rhee's
breathing spoke for her. It became louder and more
ragged as she slowly dripped the wax on Amanda's
breasts. Bracing herself with one hand against the
wall, Miss Rhee was riding Amanda's thigh.

Miss Rhee was rubbing her clit against the hard muscles
of her victim's leg as she used the candle on Amanda's
breasts. The more Amanda struggled, the more Miss Rhee
got off. Very clever of Miss Rhee. Miss Rhee slowly
covered the skin of each breasts with the hot wax. It
stuck to the skin as it cooled, the heat sinking into
Amanda's breasts and building with each drop of hot wax
until they must have seemed to Amanda to be on fire.

On and on Miss Rhee went, slowly and methodically using
her candle until both of those beautiful breasts were
encased in a thin sheet of milky wax, under which the
flesh of her tits had turned a bright, fire red. When
Miss Rhee ran out of exposed breast flesh, she shifted
her target. She then held the candle over Amanda's
exposed right armpit. The soft shaven flesh there
proved just as sensitive to the hot wax as Amanda's
breasts had been- perhaps more so. Woman are so tender
there.

As each drop of the hot wax hit the white flesh and
began to spread, Amanda struggled anew against the
ropes holding her arms to the bed frame, exposing her
armpits to the painfully hot wax. In a replay of her
struggles as Miss Rhee punished her breasts, Amanda's
strong body strained hopelessly against her bonds,
desperate to escape the pain, her muscles moving under
her sweat covered skin with a life of their own.

Still, Amanda remained silent except for a soft moan
when the wax first hit the untouched flesh of her left
armpit. When both her armpits had been encased in the
wax, Miss Rhee returned to her original target-
Amanda's breasts. On Amanda's nipples the wax had
cooled into little mounds, entirely covering both the
erect, finger like nubs. Maybe Amanda hoped that would
protect them from any more of Miss Rhee's hot wax. If
so she was disappointed; that didn't stop the little
Korean bitch.

A nip with her teeth to break the wax along with a
touch of the candle's flame, and the nipple was again
vulnerable. Again and again, Miss Rhee covered Amanda's
red, swollen nipples with the hot wax, pouring the heat
into two of the most sensitive spots on Amanda's body
as Amanda sweated and flexed helplessly underneath her,
wallowing in the pain radiating from her breasts.
Despite the cool temperature of the room, Amanda was
covered with sweat from the heat generated by that
little candle. It poured off her to soak the sheet
underneath her nude body.

Amanda remained silent through it all, only the odd
moan escaping her tightly compressed lips. Silent but
not impassive; now there were tears streaming from the
corners of her eyes to match the sweat covering the
rest of her strong body. I was impressed! Hard to draw
a tear from Major Slut these days. The gang ****
hadn't. I was even more surprised by what happened
next.

As I watched, Miss Rhee leaned forward and put her face
just above the reclining Amanda's. Silently Miss Rhee
licked those tears off Amanda's cheeks. First one
cheek, then the other was licked clean of Amanda's
salty tears in quick, cat-like moves. When the tears
were gone, Miss Rhee traced her tongue across her cheek
to Amanda's lips. She hovered there, her lips almost
touching Amanda's for a moment, her eyes staring into
Amanda's. Then Miss Rhee caught Amanda's lower lip in
her small, sharp teeth, drawing red as well a little
cry of pain from Amanda.

By now the candle was just a stub. And Miss Rhee must
have been very close to coming, courtesy of Amanda's
hard thighs. I could see tracts of her juices on
Amanda's skin. She planted that candle snub on Amanda's
quivering stomach, the wax dripping down the short stub
to run into her bellybutton, to free both her hands.
Then Miss Rhee finished herself off, rubbing her clit
harder and harder on the slick skin of Amanda's thigh
as she rode Amanda like a jockey, both hands holding
onto the larger woman's hips for support.

Not a sound escaped her mouth as the small Korean whore
masturbated herself to a climax. Eyes locked on
Amanda's eyes, she rode herself to a shuttering climax
without any help from me. Finally, Miss Rhee came; she
hissed between her teeth, her upper body leaning back
and her head thrown up. Then it was over. Miss Rhee
stared at Amanda's silent face for a moment, then she
leaned forward and slapped Amanda across the face.
Hard! Round one to Major Slut!

But Miss Rhee was not finished. She crouched between
the Vee of Amanda's wide spread legs, her small body
easily fitting between those well muscled legs. She
turned to me- the first time she had acknowledged by
existence since she picked up the candle, "I fuckee
Major Slut! Fuckee bitch good!"



One of Miss Rhee's small hands spread the puffy outer
lips of Amanda's cunt, letting us both see the finer
inner lips and between them the still tiny hole of her
cunt. There were traces of cum on the lips, both cum
which had dripped from Amanda's gang ****d asshole and
cum from the few men who had preferred her cunt to her
sloppy asshole. Miss Rhee wiped her other hand over
these traces of cum, using them as a lubricant for what
all three of us knew was coming next. She slide two
fingers into Amanda's cunt. Then three. She worked them
in and out a little, experimenting or maybe just
savoring the feeling of Amanda's cunt gripping them.
Then she formed her small hand into a spear point, the
thumb pressed into the palm. With that she impaled
Amanda, powering it into Amanda up to her wrist in one
sudden push.

Amanda was finally giving it up! She threw back her
head and screamed again as Miss Rhee's hand disappeared
further inside Amanda. Now she was into her up to the
wrist. I felt alive again! I unzipped my fly and pulled
out my cock, stroking it as I watched, wanting to join
in but afraid of missing something if I did. As I
watched, Miss Rhee began to pump her arm in and out of
Amanda, the muscles in her upper arm straining as she
fought Amanda's body for control.

"NNOOO! ARRGGHHEEEE!"

Amanda was screaming non-stop now. Miss Rhee's arm
punched its way inside Amanda's cunt, slowly sinking
deeper and deeper into the larger woman. I thought I
could see the fist moving under Amanda's skin, like
some invading snake twisting and butting its way into
her womb. Amanda's big strong body moved around Miss
Rhee's invading arm, trying to escape it, trying to
crush it. But she couldn't.

The arm invading her continued to penetrate deeper and
deeper. Now Amanda looked like a human size puppet
controlled by the tiny Miss Rhee. In response to each
twist and thrust of Miss Rhee's arm, Amanda danced and
arched on the bed, moving helplessly in response to the
hand inside her, Amanda's screams marking each inch of
progress by Miss Rhee's tiny fist. Miss Rhee's arm was
soon sunk up to the elbow inside Amanda. She was
thrusting into Amanda with her entire strength,
twisting her arm and battering at Amanda's womb as
Amanda frantically danced on her back in response.

It was as if she wanted to reach inside Amanda and tear
her heart out. I could not wait any longer. I straddled
Amanda's head with my body, my cock raking across her
agonized face. As she screamed again, I thrust into her
open mouth. I gripped her thrashing head with both
hands and ****d her mouth. Uncaring of the teeth raking
over my cock, I thrust deep into her, battering the
back of her throat with the tip of my cock.

She screamed around my cock, her tongue inadvertently,
wetly caressing me as I fucked her warm mouth. I could
feel the jarring, feel her body move in response to
Miss Rhee's arm battering against her womb. I locked
her head back so that I could stare into her eyes as I
****d her, ****d Amanda's face- ****d her, not some
anonymous hole. I thrust into her throat as deeply as I
could while at the sametime Miss Rhee was doing the
same to her other hole. Together we used Amanda's
screaming, thrashing, helpless body, penetrating deeper
into Amanda than she had ever experienced before or
even through possible. I felt as if my cock and Miss
Rhee's hand would meet somewhere inside Amanda if only
we could keep this up. And I could see from the fear in
Amanda's eyes that she had the same thought.

I fucked Amanda's mouth relentlessly. The head of my
cock butting against her gullet, the underside riding
over her tongue. I didn't care if her teeth sc****d
over my cock. I watched Amanda's face turn red from
lack of air as I fuck her mouth. Hard to scream and
breath, especially when there is a large cock in your
mouth. Every few minutes I would slow down to let her
catch a breath of air. Then it was back to battering
her throat. She continued to scream as Miss Rhee and I
invaded her body from opposite ends.

Then the screams increased. Turning my head to the
right, I realized why. Miss Rhee's other hand had also
disappeared into Amanda's body. One hand was sunk up to
the elbow inside Amanda's cunt. The other arm had
disappeared halfway to the elbow into Amanda's gang
****d asshole. Miss Rhee was alternating thrusts- now
thrusting into Amanda's asshole with one arm, now
thrusting into Amanda's cunt with the other- in a two
stroke rhyme like an old steam engine.

Chapter 5


After I had emptied my cum onto Amanda, I climbed off
her bound body and staggered to a chair. Without
emotion, drained, I watched as Miss Rhee pulled her
hands out of Amanda and took my place on Amanda's face.
She took Amanda's face in her small cum covered hands
and pulled Amanda's face into her cunt. All I could
hear were the small liquid sounds of Amanda's lips and
tongue working on Miss Rhee's very wet cunt. And Miss
Rhee's moans.

I don't know how long she rode Amanda's face. I watched
Amanda work to satisfy Miss Rhee, bringing her organism
after organism, the smell of two women in heat heavy in
the air in that small room. I loved the smell of pussy
in the night! I could feel it recharging my cock,
getting me ready for another shot at Amanda. There was
no doubt in my military mind that I had found the
ultimate punishment for Amanda.

There was no one was cruel to a woman as another woman.
Miss Rhee definitely knew how to hurt Amanda in ways
I'd never suspect! And to make her cum while doing it!
But there was something about this which I didn't like.
Miss Rhee was just a bit too possessive of my slut.
Miss Rhee was going to need some sorting out. The
thought of doing that made my cock even harder.

But before I had a chance to sort out Miss Rhee, a
letter from Amanda's younger sister came. That put such
a scare into me that I lost interest in either Amanda
or Miss Rhee- for the moment. All I could think about
was whether or not the sister suspected something. The
letter worried me. It was so damn mysterious with its:

I have to talk to you. I think you know why. I am
flying out to Korea space available. Since I'll be
taking whatever is going in that direction, I don't
know exactly when I'll get there or where I'll land.
I'll call you when I arrive. Karen

I knew a little about Amanda's family from the letters
and pictures I found in her room. And from the ones she
received after she became my slut. Hard to open your
mail when your hands are tied, so I would read her mail
to her. I enjoyed reading those letters out loud to her
as she lay there on the floor at my feet, gagged and in
a hog tie, her eyes glaring at me as I read her little
secrets aloud. So, I already knew that Amanda had a
younger sister named Karen. I knew she was just out of
college, so I guessed she was 21 or 22. I even knew
that she had joined the Army too. There was a picture
of her on Amanda's desk, all nervous looking in her
brand new Class A uniform as Amanda pinned a second
lieutenant's gold bar on her right shoulder.

On the other side of Karen was an older man, hair white
but still husky, pinning a bar on her other shoulder.
He, I found, was their man; his name was Thor, if
you can believe that. There was a family resemblance
all right; they were a healthy looking bunch, typical
Minnesota Swedes except for the dark hair. Karen had
the same cheek bones and wide mouth as Amanda.

She was almost as tall, the same sturdy build, and had
some muscles of her own judging by another picture
Amanda had with Karen in a victory pose with 3 other
girls from her college swim team. Nice body- long,
strong legs, slender waist, and a pair of breasts which
almost matched Amanda's. She was a younger version of
Amanda, though her shoulder length reddish hair
softened her look compared to Amanda's butch cut.

The hair and the lost puppy dog look in her eyes made
her look a lot different from the self confident ball
breaker her older sister had been. Softer definitely;
weaker maybe. In her picture, Karen seemed to be asking
you to like her. And afraid that you won't. Something
Amanda would never do. I couldn't quite put my finger
on, but it was there.

The letters weren't any help. She wrote once a week,
regular as clockwork, but there was nothing permisteral in
any of Karen's letters, no sharing of secrets with her
big sis. They were more like reports to her superior
officer. I wished I 'd had some of Amanda's letters to
her, but I sure wasn't going to have Amanda writing
letters to anyone. I figured that was the problem. That
little Karen must have become suspicious of the lack of
letters from Amanda.

The big question was, who had she told about this
suspicion. The rational thing to do was run. I had a
pile of money in that bank in the Caribbean by now. I
could just disappear. I knew that was what I should do,
but I knew that I wouldn't do it. I sweated about it
for a day or so, then I just didn't care anymore. I was
going to play this thing out, take it as far as it
would go! By the time Karen's phone call arrived a day
later, I was looking forward to introducing Karen to
the new Amanda and was making plans with Miss Rhee on
how to do just that.

The voice on the phone didn't seem suspicious. I told
her who I was and that her sister was "tied up" at the
moment and could not come to the phone. Which was the
truth; Amanda was tied up at the moment- in a tight hog
tie, her hands and feet tied together to bend her nude
body into a 'U" shape, a pair of my used underwear held
in her mouth by a bootlaces, tied so that she was lying
on her belly and breasts on the cold concrete floor of
our room.

Karen said that she had just arrived at the air base in
Pusan and wanted to know what to do next. I told her
that Pusan wasn't far from the station and that her
sister would send the station's truck to pick her up. I
told her to just sit tight and someone would be there
in an hour or so. Then I alerted Miss Rhee- or
"Mistress" Rhee as I had Amanda addressing her now- to
make her preparation, grabbed Johnmister to drive, and lit
out in the cargo Humvee.

It didn't take us but a little over an hour to get to
the Air Force base near Pusan. I sat there in the front
seat, sweating every minute of it. The guard at the
gate just waved us through. Now I really began to get
nervous. Suppose this was a trap? At the terminal
building, I looked around for men busy doing nothing
before going in, but saw no one.

The area was deserted. It was the same inside. I
spotted a tall woman in the Army summer uniform easily
enough. I knew it had to be her; she looked so much
like a younger version of Amanda. The big difference
was the hair. Her's was a bit shorter now but still
longer, and redder, than Amanda's- framing her face and
giving her that soft, feminine look. God, she was
beautiful! Not proud beautiful like her sister, but
prom queen beautiful. But I could sense something in
her just from looking at her. Or rather the lack of
something. Deep inside, I knew that she had none of her
sister's iron backbone.

"Lieutenant Thompmister?"

"No, I'm Lieutenant Lutgren," She replied with a
serious expression. Then she smiled, and looked all of
eighteen with her "please like me smile". It last about
a second until she remembered she wasn't suppose to
smile at the enlisted swine and went back to her
serious, officer face, the one she must have learned
from her sister.

"Thompmister is my sister's married name. Are you from her
unit?"

"Yes, Ma am. Sorry. Major Thompmister..." It seemed
strange to be referring to Amanda as Major Thompmister. If
I used her old rank at all, it was to call her Major
Slut. " Major Thompmister sent me to pick you up. I'll get
your bags."

With that I grabbed her bags and started walking, all
the while waiting for the shouts, the running men with
guns. But they never appeared. She just stood there for
a minute with her mouth open, uncertain what to do;
then she followed me out to the Humvee. There were
seats for three in the front of the Humvee, but it was
close. So close I could smell her- the sweat and the
perfume and the flower like scent of her hair. So close
that she couldn't help but touch us every time the
vehicle swayed. And I could tell that made her
uncomfortable.

I had her in the middle. She wanted to talk, even
though that was next to impossible with the noise of
the diesel engine. But she went on and on, almost
shouting questions about Amanda, about Korea, about the
commo station. The driver ignored her. He just
concentrated on the road like I'd told him to do. I
gave her short answers, mostly grunts, which I could
see were making her uneasy. I didn't care. I was
already thinking about the next stage, about breaking
her just as I had broken her sister Amanda.

I didn't wait long to start my next stage either. As
soon as we hit an empty stretch of road, I had Johnmister
pull over. I got Karen- I had already made the
transition to thinking of her as Karen, my slut, rather
than as the Lieutenant- to follow me to the cargo area
of the Humvee.

I told her some bullcuckolds brownie about how I smelled something
and was afraid that a bottle of cleaning compound had
broken and was going to soak into her bags. She climbed
into the small canvas enclosed cargo area willingly
enough. Threaten a woman's clothes, and she'll do
anything to save them. But there was no cleaning
compound, nothing back there except her two bags.

When she turned to tell me that she didn't see anything
wrong, I put the blade of my buck knife up under her
chin. She froze! I slapped a handcuff on her left wrist
and spun her around so she was facing the front of the
Humvee. Keeping the knife at her throat, I ran the
other cuff around a chain I'd secured to the spare tire
which was bolted to the back of the cab and snapped it
shut around Karen's right wrist. Then I powerd her to
her knees and squatted on my knees behind her, my body
pressing her's into the tire, my knife still at her
throat.

"Please don't hurt me." She managed to stammer. " I'll
do whatever you want"

I knew that she would. There was no fight in her, no
backbone. I could feel her eyes following the blade of
my knife as I brought it up to her face and moved it in
a lazy figure eight there. She followed it like it was
a snake. I could feel her body shake with her fear.
Satisfied with the impression I had made on her, I move
the knife down her body, using it to slowly cut the
buttons off her light green summer uniform blouse. I
like the way she flinched each time the knife's blade
slipped between her and the blouse.

It must have felt cold as ice against her skin as it
touched her. When the blouse was hanging open, I
slipped the knife under her bra between her two soft,
solid breasts. I let her feel the sharp edge of the
blade against her skin as I slipped it in. That brought
a whine from her, and a little whispered "no". She gave
a little sob of relief when I turned the blade and used
it to cut the bra instead of her. Then I cut each
shoulder strap and pulled the whole bra off her,
leaving her nude under her open blouse.

The uniform pants were next. I unbuttoned them and
powerd them down to her knees. I used the knife on her
panties- light blue ones I remember. Not very military.
I cut each side of them and then pulled them free from
between her legs. I laid them on the tire in case I
needed them later for a gag. But first, I brought them
to my face, covering my face with them, smelling that
glorious scent of woman. It made my cock even harder.
She didn't fight me, didn't struggle at all.

Karen definitely didn't have Amanda's back bone. She
hadn't said much so far, just whimpered and cringed as
the knife played over her. But I knew that she would
find her voice soon enough. I pounded on the back of
the cab to let Johnmister know to start driving. The noise
of the vehicle would drown out most of the sounds she
made. As the truck moved out, I left her for a moment
to pull down the canvas at the rear of the cargo
compartment so no one would see us. That left us in
almost total darkness. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled
then down to let my erect cock free.

I pressed my self against Karen's back, letting my cock
rest against her bare ass-cheeks. She jerked when my
cock touched her- like it had burned her skin. I
wrapped one arm around her again, resting the knife
against one of her fear erect nipples, toying with it
with the tip of my knife. I let the other hand roam
over her bare skin, feeling her flat stomach, the
weight of her other breast, the fine hairs between her
legs.

Karen flinched every time I touched her, her body
shaking in fear. I could smell that fear in the sweat
pouting off her now. I put my lips next to her delicate
ear and whispered to her about how beautiful she was as
I inhaled her scents- the cold sweat of her fear, her
day old perfume, and the flower scent of her hair. But,
business before pleasure.

With the tip of my knife bending her nipple back- and
my cock hard against her ass- I began to ask her some
questions. I ask her why she had come, who she had
talked to about her trip, what did she know about
Amanda and me. She wasn't very coherent initially. She
just kept begging me not to hurt her. But I was
persistent. I kept asking the same questions there in
the total darkness, whispering them into her ear in a
lover's voice as my knife pricked her nipple.
Eventually, the terrorized girl's answers began to make
sense.

I learned that she didn't suspect anything. The thought
that her " I'm in charge here" big sister could ever be
in trouble that she couldn't handle never crossed her
mind. She said that she hadn't told anyone about her
trip. That she had been at home on her thirty days
leave after her basic officer training and before
reporting to her first duty station and just decided to
come on a whim. At first, I didn't believe her.

I figured that she must have at least told her man
even if he hadn't sent her. I put the tip of my knife
under that nipple and twisted it a little. Just enough
to draw a little red as I whispered into her ear that
she was lying to me. That I'd cut her nipple off if she
didn't tell the truth. She was crying and swearing that
she was telling me the truth. Then she blurted out that
she had come to Korea to face up to her big sister. To
Amanda. And to put her out of her life.

From there, it all spilled out, her whole sorry life
story starting with the third grade. How all she had
ever heard when she was growing up was how great Amanda
was. And how she had been expected to be the over
achiever that Amanda was in school and in sports. I
heard how she had spent her whole life trying to live
up to other people's expectations of her, expectations
that she was just like Amanda. And not quite making it!

William offered his hand for a shake, to guarantee that
they had a deal and were not going to back out on their
words. Joan was about to shake his hand and said to him,
"And if I lose."

"That you will have to be my permisteral slave and do
whatever I tell you to do. And that I will become your
master and can do whatever I wanted with you. At any
time I liked. You will be a bitch. My bitch."

"And for how long will I become your slave."

"As long as I want, until I tire of you and tell you
to get lost."

Joan snickered but then shook his hands, thinking that
she was definitely going to win this game too. Jonathan
ridiculed him, "I would love to see you disappear from
this place."

"And you shall become my slave for as long as I want."

William looked at his two other friends and said to
them, "You also bear witness that she agreed to my
terms, that if she loses, she will be my slave. My
bitch."

Jonathan snickered, "You are going to win yourself a
French bitch. Perhaps power her to never speak French
again and even speak some English."

Joan gave Jonathan that, "You-are-such-loser" look,
saying to him IN ENGLISH, "Yes I can speak good
English."

William then said, "Good. How about we all try
our English."

Joan laughed, "That is ok with me, believe me."

William then said to her, "Ok. How about if you say
this in English. If I lose, I Joan, will become
William's slave and bitch."

Joan snickered, thinking it a joke and even a waste of
time. But William took it seriously and Joan did not
like his more serious face, so she then said

"If I lose, I Joan, will become William's slave and
bitch."

"Ok now we start playing."

Joan and William had a game of snooker. They played for
like nearly an hour. Joan would once in a while take a
peek at the clock that hanged by the bar wall. It was
10PM. Nearly getting late but she had her motor bike
parked. As for the club, it was actually opened up for
24 hours. While William and Joan played their game,
Jonathan and Michael were sat down by their table and
takeing their vodkas. But Joan did not like where the
game was going. So far, William was leading but she did
not want to give him the satisfaction that she was
afraid that he was going to win and that she really
would have to become his slave-bitch.

But as the game was getting tensed and exciting,
Jonathan and Michael came to William's side and
Jonathan said, "You are beating the bitch."

Joan hated being called 'bitch'. But she still had to
win or else she really would be his bitch. As William
had hit his last ball, no matter how Joan made it hard
for him, he finally scored. William screamed for joy.
Joan lost. She just threw the stick on top of the
snooker table and as she was about to head for her
purse on the chair, William came up to her and grabbed
her by her right arm, saying, "Where do you think
you're going? I won. You lost."

"I wanted to just get some smoke."

"Ok. Take your cigarette out and smoke right in front
of the three of us."

The other two started giving Joan a disgusting look.
She lost and she now had to William's bitch. As Joan
took out a cigar and used her own lighter to light it
up, she placed the lighter and cigar packet back into
her purse. The bar tender was not paying any attention
to them, as he was watching something on the bar
television. Joan smoked as she felt that she had just
signed her soul to the devil and all because of her
over confidence and her own arrogance and to show face,
she has to now keep her side of the bargain and behave
as William's slave, since she more or less swore it.
She could not live with herself if she walked out on
something she agreed to or promised.

William was being cocky to her, "You have lost. Now you
are my slave. From now on, you must always call me
'master'. Got it?"

Joan responded meekly in a defeated tone, "Yes I
understand."

"Yes what?!"

Joan said to him, "Yes master."

Jonathan and Michael started laughing at William's new
slave. William had finally beaten and humiliated her.
William said to her, "So who are you?"

Joan responded meekly, "I am your slave master."

"What else are you?"

"I am also your bitch master."

"And for how long?"

"As long as you want master."

"And from now on, you would always respond to being
called 'bitch'"

William smiled, as he was now totally conquering her.
But deep down, Joan wanted to run away but a part of
her would not allow her to try doing that. She had to
keep her promise and be the young man's faithful bitch.
In fact she had never been anyone's bitch... until now.

Joan asked her 'master' "Master, may I take my purse
with me. It has my belongings."

"Of course you can bitch."

Joan went to grab her purse. But then her master said
to her, "Put it down back on the chair. I think I am
going to have fun with you."

"As you wish master."

Joan placed her purse back on the chair she had used.
William then said to her, "Now bitch. Take off all your
clothes."

"Yes master."

Joan took off her high heels. She then tossed off her
nice black leather jacket. She was down to her black
bra and red mini skirt. She took off the mini skirt
first. She could also hear Jonathan and Michael making
sexist and perverse comments about her sexy body. She
was finally down to her bra and panty, which was also
black. She remained in her bra and panty but William
scolded her, "I said all of it. Are you deaf or
stupid."

Joan did not like being scolded that way and was nearly
about cry. But she did not give in and just tried to
obey him, by meekly responding, "Oh of course master."

Joan then took off her bra and then finally slid down
her panty and tossed it with the rest of her clothes.
She was now naked and even attempted to cover her
exposed breasts and vagina. Her pubic hair had been
shaved off before and now her cunt flesh is visible for
all to see. William was laughing at her situation and
then said, "I want to see all of it. Remove your
hands."

Joan then let go off her private parts for exposure.
William then asked Jonathan and said, "What do you
think?"

Jonathan looked at Joan in the eyes and said, "Well she
is a bitch."

Michael had made some comments in Mongolian, "Yes a
bitch. But are we also going to share in your fun too."

William told Joan, "Now stand straight."

"Yes master."

As Joan stood straight with her hands by the side of
her body, William walked up to her and started fondling
her breasts. He was also pinching at her nipples and it
gave him satisfaction. And he then pulled both her
right and her left nipples causing her to make part
sexual part hurt-sounding noises. Music to William's
ears. After a***ing her boobs, he ordered her, "Now I
want you to bend your ass over by this snooker table."

"Yes master."

As Joan walked, her boobs were juggling. The snooker
table was below the level of her waist and as her
master commanded it, she bent her upper body over it,
exposing her nice ass for all three young men. William
then said to Jonathan and Michael, "I want both you
guys to hold her down."

Jonathan and Michael smiled. Each of them went by
Joan's bent over body and pressed her upper body down
by the top of the snooker table, using their own body
weight. They may have been skinny but their combined
weight was enough to hold her down. Joan just allowed
them to do this to her without fighting back.
William then used the snooker stick he used earlier and
had used it to whack Joan's pale ass.

WHACK WHACK

Joan had made hurting and teary-like sounds. Jonathan
and Michael, as they held her down, continued to
cruelly laugh at her circumstances. Her fanny was
turning BRIGHT RED from all the whacking.

WHACK WHACK

After making her ass RED, William then unzipped his
pants and then thrust his cock up her ass. He hammered
her WHACKED ASS and she could nothing but cry. It was
more painful than degrading. After a while, William
tired of giving her painful anal sex and so then looked
at one of the two boys, "Ok. Which one of you want to
first?"

Jonathan said, "I want to fuck this bitch too."

William and Jonathan switched places. As Jonathan was
preparing himself to give Joan the same type of painful
anal sex, he could see William's sperm flowing down
Joan's ass cheeks, all the way to the floor. As for
Joan, the sperm which she felt was very cold sperm.
Jonathan complained to William, "I can still see your
sperm stain on this fine French ass."

William gave him a semi-pissed look and said, "Look. If
you fuck her ass, my sperm won't affect your penis. But
it will join with my leftovers to affect her asshole."

"Ok then. If you put it that way."

Jonathan unzipped his pants too and started fucking
Joan on the ass and he really fucker her hard until his
cum was also becoming visible on her ass cheeks. After
a while, Jonathan took out his cock from her ass and
then said to Michael, "Oi Mikey. Your turn."

"I actually wanna fuck her pussy first."

William gave him an aggressive glaring look, "Oi. If
anyone is going to fuck her pussy, it should be me
first."

They let Joan get up from her bent over position, only
to make her sit on top of the edge of the snooker
table. William then thrust his cock up her pussy,
fucking it really hard while at the same time, kissing
and biting at her neck and sucking very hard in her
left nipple. Joan felt humiliating pleasure. As William
fucked her pussy, she was now feeling his cold wet
sperm flowing down into her vagina, his lips and saliva
on her left nipple and his cold hands fondling and
twisting her right nipple very cruelly. But as his cum
entered hers, her own juice was also cumming out too,
out of bodily fluid excitement

William was finally finished fucking her from the front
and his sperm stain was now visible on her cunt.
William then said to Michael, "I fucked her pussy
already. She is all yours."

Michael then unzipped his pants right in front of the
French woman and told her in plain English, "While I
fuck your stinking pussy, I want you to look me
straight in the eye as if you love me and at the same
time press your palms against this table."

She nodded. As Michael thrust his cock into Joan's
pussy, she pressed her palms against the table, so as
to keep her back from falling on top of the table.. She
looked Michael in the eye as he continue to give her
perverted looks. Michael kept on fucking her pussy and
was then holding on to her breasts. As he held and
squeezed at her breasts, Joan was powerd to make sexual
noises. And more of her own cum was cumming out. It was
sick and she could not help it. She wasn't sure if she
ought to tell herself to go along with the ride and
enjoy it even.

Afterwards Joan was still sat naked on top of the
snooker table, with visible cum stain between her legs,
and still dropping down the bar floor. William,
Jonathan and Michael went back to the original table
they sat that night and then William ordered Joan,
"Slave, I want you to come sit beside me."

"Yes master."

Joan took the seat between him and Jonathan. As she was
squeezed by both young men, they put their arms around
her, as each hand was squeezing each boob. Michael sat
opposite Joan and was lifting his right boot, towards
Joan's pussy. The edge of his boot touché her cunt. But
as her cunt still had stain on them, the cum stain was
sticking to his right boot and he noticed it, quickly
moving it away and told her, "Oi bitch. I want you to
clean my boot now."

William then pushed Joan's naked body towards the
floor, mocking her, "You heard what he said. Go clean
it."

Joan was already on all fours and as she turned to ask
William, "How should I clean it master?"

"By using that tongue of yours."

All three young Mongols laughed, as Joan was moving her
head down and closer to Michael's boots and then use
her own tongue to lick it all off. It was the combined
cum stains from Jonathan and her master William, when
they continued to ram her pussy with their cocks. After
she was finished, she tried to get back on her seat.
William and Jonathan once more resumed their positions
of putting their hands around her, all the way to her
tits and twitching her nipples.

William said, "We love French nipples. Nice to pinch."

Jonathan said, "Feels good too."

William then said to the other two guys, "Hey why don't
she lie on top of this table and we can pour our takes
on top of her body."

Michael said, "Great idea."

The three young men powerd Joan to lay her back on top
of their table and after doing that, they just took
their glasses and poured their takes all over her
naked flesh. Her boobs. Her tummy,. Even her pussy was
covered with vodka. As for Joan, she felt sticky. Both
William and Jonathan were licking the top of her front
body and both young men were licking and sipping poured
vodka from her breasts and nipples. And the sides of
her breasts. Michael was licking and sipping and
lapping his tongue at the vodka spill on her shaven
cunt. He then started licking and sipping from it.

When the young men tired of her, she had to go on her
knees and give each of them a blowjob and she was not
allowed to drop a single spill. Whoever she sucked off,
that permister would use his hand to keep her head down.
But it did not stop there. While both Michael and
Jonathan had decide to suck on her boobs again, William
went to the oblivious bartender and ordered a bottle of
vodka. As he saw his two friends sucking on Joan's
boobs, he just drank the entire vodka bottle all by
himself. He purposely bought this bottle for the sake
of having it emptied.

William approached his two friends and bitch with his
empty bottle. He said to them, "Ok. I wan to have some
more fun with her."

Jonathan and Michael had let her go. William ordered
her, "Climb this table and put your ass on it."

Joan meekly said, "Yes master."

Joan climbed the table and sat her ass on it. William
then said, "Now lay the bottom bit of your back against
he table."

"Yes master."

Joan had also laid her lower back against the table and
she now felt as if she was moving like some sort of
rocking chair. He then handed her the empty bottle and
said, "Take it."

"Yes master,"

Both Jonathan and Michael placed their seats right in
front of her exhibited pussy. William said, "Now spread
your legs for us."

"Yes master."

Joan had raised her legs high up in the air, as if to
exhibit her pussy by spreading her legs. With her
police training, Joan was able to do something like
this. But while she did this, William led that hand
that held the empty bottle and placed its front part
towards her cunt. William said, "Now use the bottle as
if it were a dildo and fuck yourself in front of us
with it."

"Yes master."

Joan slowly pushed the bottle up her cunt and she
started using it to fuck her cunt , as if it were a
human dick. But as she hammered herself, using the
empty bottle against her own pussy, she closed her eyes
and started making sexual sounds. Her cum was cumming
out and some of it could be seen oozing down the empty
bottle. The three young men just laughed at her
predicament. After a while of powering her to fuck the
bottle and transferring some of her own cum in it,
William then told her to open her eyes and sit right
up, which she did. Once she was sat right up, William
cruelly said, "Now take your own cum from the bottle."

"Yes master."

Joan was takeing her own cum from the vodka bottle.
Her actions was entertainment to her ex-rivals (they
became ex, the moment William defeated her in the
wager). After takeing her own cum, William then told
the other two, "Ok I wanna get back home. And I am
taking this bitch back with me."

Jonathan and Michael went their own way and Joan was
then ordered to take a shower by the Ladies', so that
she could put her clothes back on and not have that
stench and smell from their cum and vodka takes. Joan
was also taking the ride with William, back to
William's place of course and the other two went back
to their own separate places.

As Joan sat behind William, holding on to him as he
drove them back on his motor bike, headed for his
humble abode, Joan was feeling and witnessing the end
of her own life and this journey was very symbolic of
that. She was now fully entering the life of slavery.
Sexual slavery and many other things.


WITHIN THE SCOPE OF 2 MONTHS SINCE THE NIGHT OF THE
WAGER

Joan had been powerd to live with her new master and
owner – William. William's home was a one storey house
that used to be owned by a Russian general during the
time of the Cold War when Mongolia was a communist
satellite state of Russia and the USSR. Now the house
belonged to William. It had a large bedroom, a large
living room, a toilet, a large kitchen, a large
gymnasium and even a large basement.

As for Joan, she was ordered to tell William all her
details and it delighted him to know that not only was
she some lucky French woman who had won a lottery
ticket to come to Mongolia but that back in France, she
used to be a high-ranking police officer. Apart from
that, she was not only some sex slave whom he had
vulgar; sex with every night but also was his daytime
maid. He even bought her a sexy French maid uniform so
that she would look the part, when doing a maid's job
in his house and when she wanted to clean something
just below the level of her waist she was not allowed
to crouch. She had to bend her body over, like some
kind of funny robot and also kept her legs straight so
that way, William could also have some amusement while
watching her work.

Sometimes some of the other guys like Jonathan and
Michael and other men as well as sadistic bisexual
Mongolian biker women would come to his house as he had
his party and they would all have anal, oral or painful
sex with Joan. Sometimes, a man and a woman would be
sucking hard at her nipples as she normally was made to
serve his friends take while walking around naked.

As for her financial situation, she was ordered to
transfer all her money account (her millions) to
William's. But he still gave her money to pay The Sky
Wolves Club so that she would always participate in the
illegal motor bike racing and whatever money she won,
she would end up giving it to her master.

And after every race, William would drive them both to
some remote location by some of the deserts that were
next to the long highway and over there, William and
some of his associates would have sex with Joan. Having
sex in the open air was more refreshing than doing it
inside the house.

But whatever William did with Joan was not always
confined to Mongolia. He would take her with him over
to Russia and China, especially to Moscow and Shanghai
and use her as a high class hooker to make money from.
Rich Russian and Chinese clients would pay tons of
money to have sex with her.

While William would wait inside a rented limousine,
Joan would only be dressed in some sexy lacy lingerie
and only covered that with a white fur coat. She would
have sex with her clients inside the limousine and they
enjoyed it too. But the most money he earned from her
was from an Arab client when they went to Macau, a once
Portuguese colony.

But as for how William managed to successfully kept
Joan to keep on remaining his slave, was that he kept
on giving her some haves to take. The more she took,
the more she could not fight her addiction and so
became hooked for life. But the haves also made her
comfortable with what she did, no matter how degrading
and humiliating. It even made her forget the physical
pain she often received from her master.


ONE DAY IN THE BASEMENT

The basement was very large and its only lights were
from the single light bulb. But it was more than
enough. Apart from the light-bulb, the basement did not
have anything else inside it. William had a camcorder
as he was planning on making a film. One that was for
sale. Joan was in the basement too but she completely
naked. Her nipples felt the coolness inside the
basement and so her nipples hardened.

There was also a high-class Mongolian call girl who was
also naked and a good friend of William, as he often
called and paid high money for her services, like many
of her other clients. Her name was Borte. And she had a
large dog which she held on a leash, one that was used
to perform fetish on naked women. William had
ordered Joan to totally follow and do whatever Borte
told her to do and William told Brote what was it
exactly that he wished Borte would make Joan do and
perform. Borte smiled and said, "No problem."

Borte spoke Russian to Joan, holding her beating crop,
"Drop down on your knees."

Joan did as she was told but Brote was not satisfied as
she WHACKED Joan hard on the ass with her beating crop.
Joan's ass turned bright red and Joan cried in pain.
Borte grabbed Joan by her short hair and said, "Your
ass must face the camera, not your face."

Joan then changed her position, so that her ass and
back was towards the camera. Borte then moved the
beating crop by the back of Joan's neck and then said,
"Drop down on all fours!"

Joan obediently went down on all fours, as if she was
made to position herself like a dog. Borte called for
her dog to come. Borte shouted some orders to the dog
in Mongolian. William had also moved quickly towards
Joan and the dog, just a meter away, filming it all.
The dog went on top of Joan and positioned its cock
inside has ass and started fucking the poor French
woman's ass. Joan made sexual noises and Borte looked
down on the female slave, with a cruel and wicked and
sadistic smile.

After long ten minutes, Borte ordered her dog to stop
fucking Joan in the ass and get to her side. Borte
shouted an ordered to Joan, "Get up and face me."

Joan had gotten up and stood facing Borte, her
controller for now. Borte, as she was giving that
wicked kinky smile, was moving the front part of her
beating crop all over Joan's boobs, saying, "You have a
nice sexy body. I like your boobs."

Joan just kept quiet. Slaves were not allowed to voice
out anything. They only did what they were told to do
by their master and anyone whom their masters delegated
their powers to. Borte then said to Joan, "I am going
to ask my dog to put his paws by your shoulder. Once
he does that, you will help insert his cock inside
your pussy."

As Borte had ordered her trained dog to raise its upper
body up and place both paws by Joan's shoulders, Joan
was helping it insert its cock inside her pussy. The
dog started pumping its cock inside her pussy. The dog
was fucking Joan and Joan just made moaning sounds but
as she was about to close her eyes, Borte said, "No.
Keep your eyes open."

Joan now had to look at the dog's face as she was
allowing it to fuck her. As its cum was pouring down
into her cunt and her cunt oozing some of its cum down
the basement floor, she was also ejaculating her own
cum too. The dog was making her feel sexually excited
as it made love to her and a part of her felt like
another dirty whore. Borte made some jokes in Russian
to William, "I think they will have nice youngren. Half
French. Half dog."

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The Mechanic's Wife


Chapter 1


Billy finished tightening the last bolt along the
exhaust system of the freightliner. He was the best
truck mechanic they had. Billy came up the hard way
without having a formal education. He wasn't dumb by
any means but he just wasn't good with books.

"Billy... Are you just about done working under that
thing? I need you to bring that red truck inside before
you go home tonight. I want to get a fresh start on it
in the morning. I told Frank he'd have his rig
tomorrow..."

"OK Mr. Jones... I'll be done here in a minute and
bring it inside the building before I leave."

Billy wiped his hands thinking about Mr. Jones, his new
boss. He was the first black man Billy ever worked for
in his whole life. Mr. Jones could be a little pushy
and demanding at times. Mr. Jones seemed to be pushing
Billy at times, testing him.

Billy was good working on the trucks. He just had
trouble reading books. He'd got his job five years ago
when a good friend of his family hired him on to work
for the company. Billy knew he wouldn't be able to pass
any book tests, but they gave him a break and now he
was their best truck mechanic.

Billy didn't hear anything and assumed Mr. Jones walked
back to his office and slowly rolled the creeper out
from under the truck.

Mr. Jones was standing next to Billy's tool box
starring at pictures that Billy had posted of his wife,
Daisy.

Billy got up from the creeper and finished wiping his
hands as he watched Mr. Jones examining the two
pictures of Daisy hanging from the tool box.

"My Lord Billy! Tell me whom this pretty blonde in
these pictures you have posted here? Is she your sister
or something?"

"That's my wife, Daisy... Sir. We've been married for
five years now!"

Mr. Jones pealed the picture off the tool box and took
a closer look at the blonde woman in the picture. The
picture showed Daisy wearing a black bikini when they
visited the beach last summer.

"You have any kids?"

"Uh... Mr. Jones... We don't have any kids yet. We're
going to start trying really soon. We were hoping after
my next raise."

Mr. Jones kept holding the picture of Daisy, taking
note of her large breasts and long slim legs and the
tiny waist she had. Daisy's long blonde hair which was
enhanced by her black bikini.

"Billy... Would you mind if I take this picture back to
my office? I'll put it back in your tool box before I
leave tonight."

Billy was surprised as he wondered why Mr. Jones wanted
Daisy's picture. He wanted to tell the man to put it
back but he was afraid of losing his job and hesitantly
replied.

"Yeah. That would be fine, Mr. Jones."

Billy watched the tall black man walk back to his
office with his wife's picture in his hand. He figured
the man never been with a white woman before and was
going to fantasize a little before going home tonight.

Billy felt uncomfortable about letting him have the
picture but figured it wouldn't do any harm letting the
man get a few thrills.

The very next morning, Billy checked to make sure Mr.
Jones had brought back the picture of his wife and sure
enough, it was hanging in the same spot again.

Later that morning, Mr. Jones called Billy over the
intercom system to report to his office. Billy was
smeared with oil from a bad leak he was fixing but
crawled out from under the huge semi truck and wiped
his hands off the best he could before entering Mr.
Jones office.

"You called me? Mr. Jones?"

"Billy. I called your wife and she's on her way here
with your lunch. I told her how you forgot it this
morning and she was nice enough to bring it here for
you."

"Mr. Jones... Uh... I have my lunch in my tool box out
in the shop. I didn't forget it."

Mr. Jones had a surprised expression on his face as he
replied, "Billy. I think I got you confused with Ted
out there. I'm really sorry about that. Well, your wife
is on her way here with a lunch for you so we just
won't tell her about the mistake I made and get her
mad."

Billy didn't really know what else to say as he wiped
the oil off his hands. He happened to glance down at
Mr. Jones desk and saw a duplicate picture of Daisy in
her black bikini.

Mr. Jones saw him looking at the picture and quickly
came to his own defense.

"Oh... Uh... Billy. I hope you didn't mind that I made
a copy of this wonderful photograph of your wife. She
is a lovely woman and thought I'd just make a copy for
myself."

Billy could feel the anger building in his system but
didn't want to piss off Mr. Jones and lose his job.

Mr. Jones could see Billy's displeasure and quickly
spoke in his own defense again.

"Billy... You know, we'll be talking about that raise
you were expecting. I'm very pleased with the good work
you have been doing here. We'll get together on that
later this week. You can go back and finish what you
were doing and I'll give you a call when your wife
arrives here."

Billy didn't say anything, but walked out of Mr. Jones
office with disapproval written all over his face.

Daisy pulled into the parking lot and combed her long
blonde hair in the mirror. Daisy applied a fresh coat
of lipstick and smacked her lips before getting out of
the car and walking up to the office with the little
lunch bag in her hand.

Daisy wore heels most of the time and today wasn't any
different. Her hips swayed in her tight jeans and her
blonde hair waved in the wind as the two men working on
a truck tire smiled at her as she walked past them.

The tight pink sweater she was wearing made her boobs
appear extremely large, which they were.

Daisy walked into the reception room where she found
Mr. Jones waiting for her. Mr. Jones had a devilish
grin on his face as he smiled at the attractive blonde
woman.

"You must be Daisy! ....Billy's wife?"

"Yes... I'm Daisy! ....You must be Mr. Jones... Billy's
Bose?"

"Yes... I'm Mr. Jones... Please: Come in and sit down."

Mr. Jones had his eyes focused on the beautiful young
housewife as she sat in the chair in front of his desk
holding the little brown lunch bag in her hand.

Daisy was beautiful. She met Billy while in school back
in Alabama, and dropped out in the eleventh grade to
marry Billy. Daisy could be any man's dream as a trophy
wife as long as she kept her mouth shut.

Daisy was smacking gum in her mouth as she looked and
smiled at Mr. Jones. She was naive about most things
and in most cases, one would think she had a mind of a
thirteen-year-old.

Daisy's body had twenty-two written all over! Mr. Jones
sat in his chair and rolled it around the corner of his
desk until he was faced directly in front of Daisy.

"Daisy, I would like you to call me Frank. I'm very
glad I have this chance to meet with you concerning
your husband. Don't get me wrong! ....He's a good
worker and one of my best."

"Oh! What's wrong with Billy? Is he in trouble about
something?"

"Well, it's not exactly his work that has been
troubling me here lately. I was looking over your
husband's employment records and it seems as though he
never finished high school!"

"Oh Frank, Billy is a smart man and he knows everything
about working on those big trucks you have here. Why,
he can figure just about anything out, when it comes to
those big engines."

Frank pulled out Billy's employment records from a
drawer and scooted his chair in front of the desk to
show Daisy.

"You see, Daisy... Billy never finished high school and
I'm afraid our requirements state that our employee's
must have a high school education. If this were to get
out to the other employee's here or to people we turned
away that didn't meet our requirements, well... All
sorts of things could happen!"

Frank was starring at Daisy's tight pink sweater and
could see she was wearing a black bra underneath it. He
gave Daisy the papers to look at and his hand brushed
against her soft hand when she reached for the papers.

"Frank, my husband can do his job and he's not afraid
to go back to school if he has too."

"Daisy, I'm afraid I will have to let your husband
go... I'm so sorry about this but I can't take a chance
having someone find out about this mistake."

"Frank... My husband needs his job... What would we do
for money if he lost this... My husband is a very hard
working man... There must be something you could do to
help him... Please... Frank... You can't let this
happen!"

Frank knew he had Daisy hooked but wanted her to
swallow the bait, sort of speaking.

"Daisy, I'm afraid that if this ever got out to someone
we turned down for a job because of their schooling
than I may face a lawsuit. Surely, you understand my
position on this. I'm really sorry about all this."

Daisy began to cry as she leaned forward and put her
hands to her face. She looked up at Frank with pity as
she pulled a napkin out of her little purse.

"Please Frank... There must be something for my
husband?"

Frank looked at Daisy with pity in his eye's than got
up out of his chair and took the little brown lunch bag
she had been carrying for her husband and took it out
to his secretary to give to Billy and told his
secretary that he would be in a meeting and didn't want
to be disturbed. He walked back into his office and
locked the door.

"Daisy, will you follow me into my meeting room so we
can talk?"

Daisy stood up and followed Frank back to the other
room. It was dark except for a one-way window that
faced the garage where the men worked on the trucks.

Frank took Daisy's hand and walked her toward that
window where she could see her husband just a few feet
away working on a truck engine.

"Billy! Frank... There is my husband out there working
right now!"

"Yes, I see him but he can't see us and neither can
Billy hear anything we say in this room. I put this
window in last year so I could keep an eye on the
garage whenever I please."

"Oh Frank, my husband is full of oil on his hands...
See... He works very hard here on his job!"

Frank made a bold move and put his hand on Daisy's ass
and gently rubbed his hand across her cheeks in the
tight blue jeans.

"Oh Frank... I don't think you should do that, I'm a
married woman... My husband is right out there!"

"Daisy, you do want to help save your husband's job...
don't you?"

Frank gently slipped his hand up under the tight pink
sweater until he unclasped the hook to her bra. It was
tight and pooped free as Daisy gasped in shock at what
Frank had just done. She quickly put her hands up to
her tits and held the bra in place.

"My God Frank... Stop this right now! I-I can't do
this, I'm a married woman!"

"Daisy, I thought you wanted to help save your
husband's job? Let me help you remove your sweater so
we can have a look at your tits."

Daisy was shaking and started to cry again as she
looked at Frank with terror in her eyes. Frank saw the
little diamond on her engagement ring glistening in the
dark room which only turned him on even more knowing
she was married to the guy right outside the window.

"Please... Stop this right now... I'm afraid of getting
caught by Billy... "

"Don't be afraid... I'm not going to hurt you. Billy
can't see in here so you don't have to worry about a
thing. Cooperate with me and it will be over really
fast."

Frank unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the table
and unbuckled his pants and stepped out of them along
with his shoes. He still had on his socks and red satin
boxer shorts. His rock hard cock was sticking straight
out from the material and pointed toward Daisy.

Frank stepped closer to Daisy and helped her lift her
sweater over her head and she quickly held the black
bra in place over her large tits as he tossed the
sweater onto the table.

Daisy had never seen a black man naked before today.
Frank was tall and slim and had played basketball in
college. He was still in great shape for being in his
mid forties.

Daisy was holding back from crying as she looked at
Frank who was reaching out to her hands at that very
moment.

"Daisy, allow me to help you remove this so I can see
what you have to offer me for your husband's job?"

Frank reached out and took hold of the material of her
bra and felt her hands trembling as he slowly pulled
the bra away from her body and saw her nice full tits
for the first time. They were large and natural and her
nipples were hard as rock.

Frank tossed the bra onto the table along with the
other clothes as he reached out and cupped her tits
with his hands.

"Oh My... These are so nice and soft... I love feeling
tits on a white woman... You have a lovely body and you
should be very proud of yourself and the fact that your
going to save your husband's job today."

Frank let go of her tits and reached down to unhook the
snap on her jeans and waited as Daisy wiggled her hips
allowing the tight material too slid down her legs. She
stepped out of them and lost her heels at the same
time.

Frank was admiring her black thong she was wearing and
stepped closer and put his arms around her until he
felt her nipples pushing into his chest. Frank's cock
was pushed into her navel at the same time as he began
kissing around her lips and squeezed her nice round ass
cheeks.

Daisy swallowed her gum as Frank kissed her on the lips
and felt his tongue parting her mouth open. Frank
kissed her on the mouth running his tongue deep inside
her mouth mixing his saliva with her own making her
swallow his along with her own.

Frank pulled his shorts down exposing his massive black
cock for the first time to Daisy who was starring down
at its massive size in terror.

"Oh God... No Frank! It's too big for me... I can't
take anything that big inside me!"

Frank was quickly tugging on her little black thong
until it slipped down her thighs and past her knee's
and hit the floor below.

Frank gazed down at her pussy mound and saw that it was
neatly trimmed into a V shape. Frank picked Daisy up by
her hips and placed her on top of the table which sat
against the wall in front of the window.

Daisy wasn't putting up any resistance at all. She
figured she better get this over as quick as she could
and try to forget that it ever happened.

Frank was kissing her tits now than licking his way
down her belly and to her thighs. He took his hands and
pushed her back down on the table than started to kiss
her thighs again.

Daisy had her feet resting on the table with her legs
spread wide for him. Her eyes were closed as she tried
not to think about the black man that was about to ****
her.

Frank leaned down and began sucking her pussy making it
all wet with his tongue. Daisy was trying not to cry as
she felt him licking her pussy sending chills down her
whole body. She felt so afraid knowing that her husband
was only a few feet away at that very moment.

Frank worked his tongue on her pussy, rubbing her
clitoris with his tongue until she actually began to
respond by moving her hips up. Frank smiled to himself
as he took another couple minutes to make sure she was
nice and wet.

Frank stood up and portioned his thick black cock to
the opening of her tight white pussy and moved the head
of his cock along the slit a few times until he pushed
and made it pop inside causing Daisy to tighten up and
scream out at the same time.

Daisy was laying flat on the table with her eyes closed
as Frank took her legs and laid them over his shoulders
as he pushed his cock further inside her belly.

She was tight and very wet as he stroked his cock back
in forth sending it inside her belly a little further
each time. He positioned her ass on the table until it
hung over the edge a couple inches and drove himself
home until his body was touching her upturned ass
cheeks.

Daisy started to cry as Frank pushed his cock inside
her deeper.

"Please... Frank... You should be wearing a condom. I
don't want to get pregnant with a black baby!"

"Don't worry about a thing... I've had a vasectomy."

Daisy stopped crying when she heard Frank say he had a
vasectomy. He was still grinning about the lie he had
just told her. The truth was, he never had a vasectomy
and his seed was still very potent.

Frank started to screw her with Rhythm now and the wet
sounds of her pussy filled the room with each stroke of
his thick cock. Frank was standing straight up as he
sent his huge cock deep inside her belly.

Suddenly, Frank got startled to see Billy standing
outside in front of the window looking in. Frank looked
right back at him realizing that Billy couldn't see
them. Billy was digging something from between his
teeth as he looked into the glass using it as a mirror.

Frank chuckled to himself as he kept screwing Daisy
with his big black cock and watching her husband making
a fool of himself outside the window.

Frank almost died right in that spot as Daisy began to
have an orgasm as he felt her legs begin to shake
wildly and she let out a loud scream as she lifted her
ass up off the table and squeezed Frank's cock.

Frank was watching Billy outside the window and saw the
expression on his face. He knew that Billy heard
something but couldn't figure out what it was with all
the noise in the garage.

Frank couldn't hold back any longer. It had been over a
month since he had any pussy and couldn't hold back any
longer as he shot his thick load of seed deep inside
Daisy's white belly.

"Oh God! That's so good... Daisy, you have a tight
pussy!"

Billy had walked away and gone back to work as Frank
finished dumping his huge load of cum deep inside
Daisy's pussy.

Frank backed his cock out to the entrance and saw the
huge puddle of cum forming inside her pussy and shoved
his cock back inside pushing his seed deep into her
white belly while he held her legs up lifting her ass
off the table and held himself still for several
seconds.

Frank repeated this several more times giving his seed
a chance to mingle with her eggs in her womb. Frank
figured that at least she could do was have a kid with
him if he was going to let that dumb husband of hers
work at his garage.

Frank used her thong to wipe up his cum that was
leaking out onto the table as he helped Daisy to her
feet.

Daisy's pussy made a fluttering sound as air and the
rest of Frank's seed dripped out of her pussy and onto
the floor below.

Daisy quickly put on her bra and slipped into the wet
thong and pulled her jeans back on and slipped the pick
sweater over her head.

Daisy looked angrily at Frank as she adjusted her
sweater and slipped into her heels. Frank was just
pulling his pants up as she grabbed her purse off the
table.

Frank chuckled as he starred at Daisy. "Daisy... It
looks' like you saved your husband's job for now. I
want to see you here in my office next Thursday around
noon. Only this time I want you to wear a short dress
for me without anything underneath. Do you understand?"

Daisy was very angry as she walked toward the door
without answering his question. She stopped for a
second and turned to face Frank.

"I'll be here at noon!"
Daisy turned and walked out the door slamming in shut
behind her as Frank laughed to himself while putting on
his shirt.

Frank hoped that she would use a douche when she got
home if it wasn't too late. He laughed at himself again
as he thought that he might already be a daddy.

But her strength soon failed her. She hung passively as
he continued to vulgarly fist fuck her vagina. The
translator stared at Diana. He could actually see the
Captain's fist moving under the skin of the woman's
flat stomach. Its movements were accompanied by sounds
usually associated with those a plunger makes as it
clears a stopped-up toilet. As he fist fucked her with
one hand, Yazeed used his other hand to stroke his
cock, masturbating in time with his thrusts inside
Diana's cunt. Again and again he used Diana as his
punching bag.

Finally, he jerked his fist out of her cunt, sending a
new blast of pain to Diana's overloaded brain.
Straightening up, he frantically pumped his cock until
a stream of cum shot out and onto Diana's stomach and
breasts.

Diana was too exhausted to respond, even to the agony
of his fist tearing its way out of her. She hung
senseless, aware only of the feeling of emptiness
inside her now that the fist had disappeared.

Yazeed was exhausted as well. He could manage nothing
more than to plop down in his chair and stare at
Diana's hanging form. Eventually, he had the translator
untie her and leave her lying on the cold concrete
floor on her back. He knew that she was broken but he
still wished for her formal surrender. She had to tell
him her unit, base and mission.

He let her lie on the cold floor for fifteen or twenty
minutes while they both recovered. Then he had the
translator drag her to her knees and take off her gag.
Her arms dangled uselessly by her side as a result of
the earlier suspension. Quietly he ask his three
questions. Matching his tone, the translator ask
mildly, "What was your unit, your base and your
mission?"

Diana had no thought of lying to him this time. She
said, "4th tactical fighter squadron, 388th wing,
Mindhat. I was to bomb a suspected chemical weapons
production site north of Baghdad."

The translator spoke to Yazeed, listened to his reply,
and then told Diana, "See how easy that was. If you
cooperate with us, you will not have to suffer another
****. But you must do everything the Captain tells you
to do. You must do one more thing. Then you can relax.
The Captain says you must suck him off with your mouth.
Do this and you can relax."

Diana did not resist as the Captain stood in front of
her, unzipped his pants, and placed his erect penis in
front of her face. He grabbed her by the hair and
guided her face forward. She simply opened her mouth
and allowed his penis to penetrate her lips. Carefully,
she closed her lips around it and began to suck,
licking its undersides with her tongue.

She concentrated on pleasing this man with all her
soul, using her tongue and lips expertly. The soft,
sucking sounds that came from her mouth were painfully
humiliating to her; but Diana was too afraid of this
man to complain. It was the sight of Diana slavishly
sucking his cock as much as the sensation of her tongue
working on his penis that brought Captain Yazeed to the
point of no return. He wrapped his fingers in her hair
and began using her face as if it were her cunt. His
thrusts rapidly picked up speed while Diana gagged
helplessly under him. She was obligation, unable to draw a
breath, when he began to climax.

Diana swallowed the hot load he shot into her mouth
without protest; she could feel the cum burning its way
into her stomach. She was grateful her ordeal was
finally over, at least for the moment. Yazeed withdrew
his penis from her mouth and smiled down at her. He
traced his fingers over the woman's lips and into the
small stream of whitish cum trickling out of them.

He picked up a glob of the thick cum on the tip of his
finger and looked at it for a moment. Then he pushed
his cum covered digit into the kneeling women's mouth
and wiped it clean on the surface of her tongue as she
stared submissively at him, too frightened to protest.
He was pleased. They had made a good start; tomorrow he
would begin working with the woman on the script the
foreign ministry had provided. He would have her on CNN
calling for an end to the criminal bombing in 3 or 4
days at most. He'd have time for his mister's birthday
party after all.

-= CHAPTER THREE =-


A nude Major Diana Barker knelt submissively in front
of the her seated captor as Captain Yazeed angrily
berated her in Arabic for her lackluster performance in
the last propaganda broadcast. As she had been
painfully taught to do, the captured pilot knelt with
her legs spread wide, exposing her sex which was still
swollen from the gang **** and fisting of five nights
before. Diana held her arms up with her hands clasp at
the back of her neck, sorry thrusting her large
breasts forward as if offering them to her ***r.

She could feel Yazeed's eyes on her breasts and wished
fervently for something to cover them. But knew he
would keep her nude unless actually filming; only then
was she given her flight suit to cover herself. Diana
realized that the submissive positions and her
degrading nudity were meant to humiliate her and to
destroy her will. But knowing this did not help her
cope with her rapidly diminishing self-respect.
Consumed with fear and guilt, Diana was losing touch
with who and what she was and beginning to allow her
captors to define her in their terms instead.

As his translator converted his words into English,
Yazeed held the electric baton, which its American
maker appropriately called a "cattle prod," prominently
in his right hand. Diana was painfully familiar with
this device, having felt it work on her cunt and
breasts before. Though it left no lasting marks, she
knew that it would burn like fire when used on her
sensitive feminine regions. Yazeed could see her eyes
nervously following the baton as he rose and stood
above her kneeling form.

He used the cold metal of the baton to lightly rub
Diana's large nipples into erectness as the translator
droned on. He thought he could see a tear forming in
Diana's left eye as she braced herself for the shock.
Her muscular body was shiny with sweat now. A faint
tremble was visible in Diana's torso each time the
metal baton touched her moist skin. When he had both
nipples fully erect, he touched the tip of the baton to
the left nipple and pressed the button activating the
device.

Diana's body grew rigid as the electricity tore through
her breast, ripping the breath from her lungs.
"UUGGGGHLLM!!" she screamed as every muscle in her body
tightened sorry from the shock, jerking her
body erect.

Then the pain was gone as quickly as it had come,
leaving the nude woman whimpering softly, her left
breast tingling but strangely senseless. She kept her
hands tightly clasp behind her head to avoid another
shock for moving while she fearfully waited for Yazeed
to continue. Yazeed began softly rubbing the metal prod
between her legs toward her exposed cunt. Diana closed
her eyes, the tears streaming from them now. Terror
possessed her completely as she felt the hard cylinder
pressing against her erect clit! She held her breath as
he rubbed it over her sensitive sex, waiting for the
pain to consume her again. He didn't make her wait
long.

"UGGHLLMMM!!"

As a nude Diana was withering in pain on the concrete
floor of her primister, her future was being decided by
Saddam as he lectured his war council on the
inevitability of his victory. He had been very
disappointed by the failure of his propaganda
broadcasts to energize an anti-war movement in the
United States. Although he had provided numerous films
to the American media featuring Diana Barker and four
male pilots confessing to bombing hospitals and schools
and professing eternal support for the "brave Iraqi
People," nothing had happened.

In fact, public opinion had turned against him as a
result of the films. Even the initially favorable
American Media had turned against him. It was clearly
impossible to understand these people. Fortunately, he
had an even more brilliant plan. It was inevitable now
that the Americans would attack and that his army would
be defeated.

But, if he could redy the imperialists before his
army's inevitable defeat, he could still emerge as the
Arab hero. To do this he had to have one successful
battle and then prevent his army from turning on him in
their defeat. The key to doing these two things lay in
controlling General Hamid Rashid, the popular commander
of III Corp and his army's best commander.

Saddam silently congratulated himself on his foresight
in not ordering one of those helicopter "accidents" for
Rashid which had befallen the other heroes of the war
with Iran. Now Rashid was available to win him his one
victory. But the man still had to be made so
unacceptable to the Americans that they would never
support him if he tried a coup in the war's aftermath.

From his extensive dossier on the general, Saddam knew
that the General was a sadist who had ***d to death
for his own gratification several Kurdish women
captured by his troops. He would send Rashid the
American female pilot. The gift would cement his
loyalty in the short run. Then evidence of the
General's sadism, collected by his spy in the man's
headquarters, would give Saddam the means to destroy
him after the war. As his subordinates wisely agreed,
the plan was brilliant.

Within hours, Diana had been taken from the custody of
Captain Yazeed, fed, and clothed again in her flight
suit, though without any underclothes. Then she was put
into a civilian car and began the dangerous trip to
Rashid's headquarters in southern Kuwait. She had her
hands cuffed in front of her but was otherwise treated
well by her silent guards.

As the distance from Yazeed grew, Major Barker began to
feel a sense of elation at her apparent escape from
that sadist's control. She began to think that the
worst part of her captivity was over. As her confidence
grew, so grew her anger at the pain and offense
which had been inflicted on her by Captain Yazeed.
Diana began to believe that the Iraqi in charge at
wherever it was they were going would be someone normal
-- as if Captain Yazeed was not normal for Saddam's
Iraq.

Old habits began to reassert themselves as she started
planning about how she would get that bastard Yazeed
for what he had done to her. By the time she arrived at
Rashid's headquarters, she had convinced herself that
it was payback time.

General Rashid was, in his own mind at least, the
modern reincarnation of Saladin, the warrior who had
destroyed the Christian crusader kingdom almost exactly
eight centuries before. His enemies in the army --
which meant any officer above colonel in rank --
whispered that he was mad. But it was not the stories
of his cruelties toward women that prompted this
opinion. It was his obsession with the American movie,
"PATTON."

They said that he modeled everything he did on that
movie, which he had watched over a 100 times by his own
accounts. Ruthless, arrogant, and cruel; he
nevertheless commanded the respect of the junior
officers and NCOs for his battlefield successes against
the Iranians. This was the man Diana thought was going
to help her and upon whom she had the poor judgment to
unload her pent-up anger. It was also her great
misfortune that the general spoke fluent English.

The General was initially so astonished that a woman
would address him in such a disrespectful manner that
he was speechless. Diana took this as acquiesce and
launched into her demand that the General "do
something" about Captain Yazeed. General Rashid
silenced her with a powerful backhand slap across her
face. It took him several moments before he could trust
his voice so great was the rage consuming him.

He had been insulted in his own headquarters in front
of his men by a woman, an American woman who had the
temerity to call herself a warrior! When he could trust
himself to speak, he dismissed the woman's escorts and
ordered two of his men to take her into his private
quarters. There, he ordered them to strip her and tie
her in a standing spread eagle, face against the wall.
Then he told them to get out.

The General studied Diana's muscular back and buttocks
with considerable interest. Her smooth skin was
unmarked. He would change that. Unbidden, his orderly
brought him his preferred instrument, the long, hard
rubber fan belt from an Army 5 ton truck. Then he left.
Rashid had first seen a fan belt used on a man as a
lieutenant in 1968, when his sergeant had shown him the
army's way of making Kurds talk. Heavy and vulgar, the
belt was like the man using it.

Rashid ignored the pleas for mercy coming from Diana;
they lacked the intensity to interest him. That would
change after a few blows with the belt. He began work,
choosing Diana's hard, muscular ass-cheeks as his first
target. Using all his strength he brought the heavy
belt down across her buttocks. A long, muddy-red streak
appeared across the untanned, almost white flesh.
Slowly and methodically, he repeated the stroke again
and again as the captive woman screamed.

Diana felt as if she were being flayed; It felt as if
the skin was being stripped off her ass. Bound against
the wall, she could do nothing to escape the maddenly
slow strokes though she tried, her powerful arm and leg
muscles helplessly flexing in a futile effort to
escape. The pain burned itself from her buttocks to her
brain with each stroke. Almost as bad was the wait for
the next stroke -- the pain still fresh in her mind.
She screamed repeatedly but had no idea what she was
screaming.

"OHFUCK!! Noo!! PLEASE, PLEASE OH! OHGODNO!! STOP
PLEASE!!"

Diana's screams were clearly audible throughout the
headquarters as the General wished them to be. No one
could humiliate him and escape; let those lackeys and
cowards listen, he thought as he savored Diana's
screams. Her ass-cheeks were covered in dark red
stripes now. Between strokes, he could see her body
shake with sobs. He began to work on the sensitive tops
of her thighs. There the belt met her tanned skin to
produce an even deeper red stripe.

"NO! PLEASE NO!!"

Slowly, methodically, Rashid worked down her thigh
backs and then back to her punished buttocks. He laid
each stroke with care, ensuring that on her buttocks
the new stripes crossed the old to increase Diana's
pain. Then he moved up to the small of her back.

"PLEEESE NO! NO!!"

Now the general was lashing Diana across her back, the
end of the heavy belt just long enough to reach around
her to strike the sensitive sides of her large breasts.
The sheer weigh of the blows was driving Diana into the
wall. Tears and snot streamed down her face as she
screamed into the hard, cold surface of the wall. Her
body was covered in a cold sweat, making it shine in
the harsh light of the room. There was a new intensity
to her screams. Diana was convinced that he was going
to flay the skin off her back!

"UUUGGGGGGHH! STOP! OH STOP! PLEEESE!!!"

The blows stopped though Diana's body remained tensed
as she waited for their resumption. Instead, she sensed
the General standing behind her and then felt his hand
spreading her ass-cheeks. Involuntarily she tensed even
more. Then in a feat of will she made her muscles
relax. Diana knew what was next; he was going to
sodomize her.

-= CHAPTER FIVE =-


As the President read through the CIA report, he began
shaking his head in that disjointed way he had when he
was angry. His chief of staff watched uneasily,
suspecting that the President had gotten to the part
where the informant described Major Barker's beating
and **** by General Rashid. Sardonically he thought,
wait until you read the part about the gang ****. He
had been thinking about how the war had been going so
well; now this had to happen.

Despite the Military's misgivings, it was clear that
they had to do something to save the woman. If they
didn't, the women's groups would crucify them. It
simply didn't matter if they did lose 50 men to save
this one female pilot. They had to do something and do
it before the media got wind of this. The American
people would never forgive them if this got out and
they had done nothing. He was mentally marshaling his
responses to each of the Military's objections when the
President looked up and said, "Do it."

On the following night, General Rashid was in an elated
mood. The preparations for the attack at Khafji were
going well. Morale was high in the 5th Mechanized just
as he had known it would be. And now he had learned
that his men had captured another American female pilot
and were bringing her to his headquarters.

It seemed only logical that he take advantage of her
presence before sending the woman on to Baghdad. After
all, if he gave Saddam his victory, then nothing would
be said about this little indulgence. If he failed, he
was a dead man regardless of what he did to her. It was
victory or death, he thought; so live for the moment.

Two hours later General Rashid was studying his new
plaything, Marine First Lieutenant Kathleen O'Connor.
He had the young woman kneeling before him, stripped of
her flight suit and with her arms tied behind her back.
A petite, freckled redhead with an athletic body --
everyone referred to her by her call sign "Tomboy," the
woman presented a fascinating contrast to the muscular
Major Barker.

He found her to be attractive in a boyish way with her
small breasts, slender build, and short, red hair.
Though Tomboy tried to maintain a brave front, the
General could sense her fear; he could literally smell
it emulating from her sweat covered body. It will be
interesting, he thought, to put the two American women
together.

A short time later, he had them together. A nude Diana
was lying on her stomach on the table, her booted feet
on the floor and her strong arms bound behind her back.
A swarthy, naked soldier stood behind her, his erect
cock plowing her distended asshole. In front of Diana,
another of the General's guards was using her mouth;
holding her hair, he held her head still as he pumped
his cock in and out of her open mouth. Grunts and soft
moans were coming from Diana to accompany the louder
panting of the guards as they used the submissive
woman. The General held Tomboy's hair, powering her to
watch as his men ****d the broken female Air Force
officer.

Tears ran down Tomboy's face as she watched in horror.
Her body shook with her own fear as she was powerd to
watch Diana's body being buffeted between the two angry
men. Helplessly she watched as man after man ****d
Diana's mouth and ass. She wanted to say something, to
stop this horror; but she was too afraid. As she looked
on, the General whispered into her ear:

" This is what will happen to you as well, my little
American Marine; after I have used you first, of
course. No one will save you! What you see is nothing
compared to what that whore has endured and what you
will also endure. You are no longer American warriors-
now you are Iraqi whores!"

Less than five miles away a team of American soldiers
from Delta Force was waiting in the sand dunes in the
middle of an S-shaped curve. They had been landed from
two MH-47's here, deep in the Iraqi rear area, only an
hour before. Now the assault team waited tensely inside
their Trojan horse, a captured Iraqi army truck, while
the support team waited in two man teams spread
throughout the dunes. The lookout had already signaled
the approach of the scrounging convoy from III Corp
headquarters.

Every night four trucks made the trip to Kuwait City
and back with whatever they could find to feed
themselves now that the Iraqi supply system had
collapsed under the bombing. The Delta Force team was
going to join this convoy and use it to pass through
the checkpoints into the headquarters area. When the
last truck approached the first part of the curve, two
of the support power pulled on a rope to move an
accordion like metal frame covered with spikes across
the asphalt in front of the truck.

As the Iraqi truck swerved onto the sand and slowed
with two punctured tires, the Delta Force truck came
out of the dunes to replace it at the end of the
convoy. With the engine noises and the muffling effect
of the curve, none of the Iraqis in the first three
trucks heard the silenced MP5's as men from the support
team dispatched the two Iraqis in the truck's cab. All
they saw were the black-out lights of the last truck
coming around the curve. In a few moments, the convoy
was being waved through the first checkpoint and into
the headquarters area.

By now Tomboy had seen eight men use Diana as she lay
passively on the table. Their vulgarity horrified her.
Even worse, to her terrified mind, was the submissive
manner with which Diana seemed to accept the vulgar
attacks.

Tomboy knew and admired Diana Barker by her reputation
within the close knit community of female flyers; she
could not understand how these men had turned her into
their unresisting fuck toy. The sight of this muscular
woman being used and degraded by her enemies and not
fighting back was heartbreaking to Tomboy. How, she
wondered, could see resist them if Diana Barker could
not?

"That is enough!" the General ordered the guards, "You
are dismissed. See that no one disturbs me for an
hour."

The guards filed out, leaving Tomboy alone with the
General and Diana. Diana remained face down on the
table, almost zombie like now in her passivity. Tomboy
could see that the guards' cum covered her face,
leaving a white mask over her mouth and chin. Diana's
asshole was a gapping circle, dripping the thick cum
onto her cunt before it dropped to the floor and formed
a puddle of white on the concrete. Tomboy thought that
Diana looked like a queen, brought low by her enemies
but still regal even in her suffering.

Pulling Tomboy to Diana by her hair, the General pushed
her face close to the other woman's ass and taunted
her, "Take a close look at her asshole. Yours will look
like that- like a whore's cunt! Take a closer look!
Taste my men's sperm; lick her clean like a good little
American whore!"

The General pushed Tomboy's face into Diana's sperm
covered ass as he spoke. He pulled painfully on her
short hair and screamed at her, "Do it whore! Clean
your comrade of my men's sperm before I call the men
back and let them have you!"

Terrified, Tomboy obeyed. She put out her pink, little
tongue and began hesitantly scooping the slimy white
man seed into her mouth. Grimacing at the bitter, salty
taste of the men's cum, she licked it carefully from
Diana's cunt and asshole. Tomboy kept her eyes tightly
shut while she licked, as if to hide the horrible
reality of the situation.

"Good. Now put your tongue into her ass and clean her!
DO IT!"

Tomboy pressed her lips to Diana's open asshole and
then extended her tongue into the hot, foul tasting
opening. As Tomboy moved her tongue about inside
Diana's asshole, A soft moan came from Diana. Diana had
tried not to respond to the soft probing tongue, vowing
not to take pleasure from the Marine's offense. But
the feeling of the tongue moving inside her still
sensitive colon defeated her. Diana's face became
flushed as Tomboy's tongue moved down to her unused
cunt.

She knew how embarrassing this was for the female
Marine but could not help drawing some pleasure from
the soft stimulation. At the General's orders, Tomboy
kept licking her cunt until, to Diana's intense
embarrassment, Diana's cunt began to lubricate itself.
Diana shuddered, more in embarrassment than arousal, at
her body's betrayal.

Tomboy had never had sex with another woman; she had
never tasted another woman's secretions. But she
instantly knew what it was when Diana's lubricants hit
her tongue. Tomboy was as repelled by Diana's taste as
she had been by that of the Iraqi's cum. She felt as if
the other woman had betrayed her, that Diana was
enjoying her degradation!

Mercifully, the General pulled her face out of Diana's
cunt. Ordering both of the women to stand, he pressed
them together, Tomboy's front to Diana's back. Making
Diana squat slightly, he tied Tomboy to Diana with a
single piece of rope encircling the waists of both
women. Then he ordered Diana to kneel on the floor,
hoisting Tomboy off the floor and onto Diana's broad
back and bound arms. By now, Tomboy had realized his
intent; she kicked wildly with her legs to keep him
away as Diana knelt impassively underneath her with her
head on the cold concrete.

Dodging her flying legs, the General caught each in
turn and tied it to Diana's leg until Tomboy was
helpless. She still struggled, trying to throw Diana on
her back to protect herself; but the older, heavier
woman held her fast. She called out to Diana for help,
"PLEASE, DON'T HELP HIM! MOVE!"

But Diana did not move. Impervious to another's pain
after suffering so much of her own, she concentrated on
staying on her knees and tried to close her mind to
what was going to happen to Tomboy. The smaller woman's
struggles grew even more frenzied as the General
positioned himself behind her and began to probe
Tomboy's asshole with his fingers. Slowly, he opened
her tiny sphincter with his fingers, adding another
each time he gained a few millimeters in his fight
against her sphincter ring. As Tomboy screamed and
struggled, he slowly opened her virgin asshole with his
fingers.

"NO! PLEASEEE! PLEASEEE! HELP ME! AAAHHHHEEEE!"

Using his thumbs now, the General spread her sphincter
open, stretching her painfully in preparation for
penetrating her asshole with his cock. Helplessly
anchored to the larger form of Diana, Tomboy could do
nothing to protect herself as the General opened her
asshole. He positioned the head of his cock at the
small opening and pushed until the head lodged itself
inside the woman's ass. Still pulling her sphincter
apart with his thumbs, he leaned toward Tomboy's pale,
freckled back and thrust as hard as he could.

"AAAHHHEEE! NOO! PLEASEE!!"

Firmly embedded inside her ass, the General shifted his
grip to her hips; he pushed his cock into her
impossibly tight asshole again as the sweat began to
stream off his bare chest. Again and again, he pressed
his cock into her until it was about half way into her
ass. Then he stopped, pausing to savior the hot, tight
asshole gripping his cock.

As Tomboy took his cock into her ass, the Delta Force
team was approaching the headquarters building. Almost
invisible in their black uniforms and using night
vision goggles to find their way in the darkness, the
16 men quickly surrounded the building. When they were
in position, the team leader sent the GO message to the
extraction power, letting them know that it was time to
start the assault phase.

Ten kilometers away, the signal reached the commander
of the attached attack helicopter battalion. He passed
the GO signal on to his fifteen aircraft which were
hovering around him like giant prehistoric insects and
then pressed his throttle, making the 9 ton Apache
helicopter leap forward toward the Iraqi headquarters.
On his left was his wingman; Two thousand meters to his
right were the other three aircraft of "A" company.

At intervals of two thousand meters behind him were the
other two companies of his battalion. Their mission was
simple: open a corridor five thousand meters wide to
the assault team for the extraction helicopters. All
they had to do was shoot their way through about 20
anti-aircraft guns and a battalion of tanks protecting
the headquarters. Piece of cake, the lieutenant colonel
thought; with the thermal sights on these things we can
see them and they can't see us. Just as long as we
don't hover above any assholes with an RPG, everyone
goes home.

Tomboy was impaled on the General's cock. She was
trapped between his bulk and Diana's muscular back and
arms, the ropes at her waist and feet holding her
immobile. Tomboy's breasts were pressed into Diana's
sweaty back as the woman's muscular arms enveloped
their sides. Her face was also pressed into Diana's
back, her tears and drool mixing with Diana's sweat to
form a pool on the tanned skin of the older woman. The
pain of the man's cock powering its way into her virgin
hole felt like a burning log being rammed up her ass.
As the General powerd his cock into her, he was
chanting, "CUNT! WHORE! SLUT! CUNT! BITCH! SLUT! BITCH!
WHORE..."

Tomboy screamed from the pain engulfing her; but
General Rashid's penis continued to penetrate her
colon, filling her brain with waves of burning pain. He
managed to power his entire cock into her tiny ass so
that his pubic hair nestled against her pale skinned
ass-cheeks. Then he began to fuck, sawing in and out of
her tight passage.

For Tomboy, the pain and offense were overwhelming;
for the General, the young woman's tight ass was sheer
pleasure. It squeezed his cock like a hand would,
gripping tighter as he thrust into her and releasing
slightly as he withdrew his cock until only the head
was still inside her. Harder and harder he rode the
moaning redhead, making both her body and Diana's shake
with the power of his thrusts.

Finally, he could take no more of Tomboy's tightness.
The General came, filling the captured pilot's asshole
with his hot cum. He rested for a moment on the
redhead's back. Then he got up and shakily walked
around to Diana's head. Holding her head up by her
hair, he presented his red and cuckolds brownie stained cock to
her and ordered, "Now you will clean me, whore! Lick
her cuckolds brownie off my cock!"

Diana obeyed. Taking his filthy cock into her mouth,
she began. As she licked and sucked on his cock, Diana
could feel the sobs still shaking tomboy's body. She
concentrated on controlling her own revulsion at
performing such a degrading task, painfully conscious
of the redy, cuckolds brownie stained cock filling her mouth.
When that cock suddenly disappeared from her mouth,
Diana looked up in surprise.

The General had stepped back and was looking in
amazement at something behind her. Suddenly, three red
splotches appeared on the man's chest. As Diana watched
dumbfounded, the General stumred backwards with a look
of dumb shock on his face. He hit and then slid down
the wall, leaving a trail of red behind him. Diana
froze motionless in fear. From behind her she heard a
voice speaking in English -- American Army English.

"FUCK!! Hey, Captain, you got to fuckin' see this! The
fuckin', raghead fuckers were having a fuckin' party!"

EPILOGUE: Major Diana Barker made it back to Saudi
Arabia safely though eleven of her rescuers did not.
The story of what she had been doing when her rescuers
arrived was hushed up except for the stories told in
certain bars at Fort Bragg, Delta Force's home station.
But network anchors don't take at Fort Bragg.

The media loved her story -- as she told it -- and made
her the victim-hero of the war. She got her picture on
the cover of Time Magazine and was famous for almost
two weeks. Things turned out very well for her. She
didn't even need the adult diapers anymore after a
couple of months.

THE END

2.
J'attendrai 4 jours, sursautant à chaque appel, pour qu'enfin Christine ne prenne contact."Alors mon joli, j'espère que tu as passé une bonne semaine. Je t'attend demain soir, 21h, à l'avenue du Mahatma Ghandi… Oui c'est au Bois…. Tâche d'être à l'heure".
Demain soir! Il n'est que 9h du matin. Toute la journée je penserai au rendez-vous. A peine rentré chez moi, je me déshabille et me branle 3 fois de suite!
La journée suivant ne sera pas plus calme et quand, enfin, je m'approche de l'avenue Ghandi, j'ai le cœur qui bât la chamade!
J'entends des bruits dans les buismisters. A un endroit, je vois une fille à genoux devant un homme, qui pompe. Plus loin, une ombre penchée sur une table se fait prendre par derrière en gémissant par un géant pendant qu'un autre homme se masturbe devant le spectacle… Il va sans dire que je bande comme un fou.
"C'est bien tu es à l'heure…"
Je sursaute et me retourne. Christine est là avec la serveuse…
"Au fait, vous vous connaissez mais je te présente Julie…"
Julie s'approche, s'accroche à mon cou et m'embrasse. Sa langue s'enroule autour de la mienne pendant que mister bassin se frotte contre le mien… Je passe mes mains sur ses fesses fermes. Je sens ses seins écrasés contre ma poitrine…
Elle s'écarte lentement et regarde ma braguette avec un sourire.
"Il est a point Christine…"
Christine passe sa main dans les cheveux de Julie et approche sa bouche de la sienne. Leurs lèvres de soudent dans un baiser passionné… La main de Christine se glisse sous la jupe de Julie et commence un léger mouvement. Julie gémit, toujours plus fort puis un cri rauque… Elle jouit…
"Toi aussi ma belle tu es à point. Maintenant à toi de prouver tes talents… Occupe-toi de la queue de notre ami…"
Julie s'approche et s'agenouille devant moi. Elle ouvre ma braguette et approchant sa bouche commence à mordiller ma queue à travers le tissu de mon boxer. Glissant ses doigts par les ouvertures de mes cuisses, elle caresse mes couilles et mon périnée.
Baissant mon caleçon, elle fait jaillir ma queue dont le gland est trempé d'excitation. La prenant à pleine main, elle commence une douce masturbation. Sa langue butine mon gland à petites touches et lentement, ses lèvres entourent mon gland.
Puis elle gobe ma queue, jusqu'aux couilles et commence un va et vient lent et contrôlé accompagné par une masturbation au même rythme. De temps à autre, elle passe langoureusement sa langue sur mon gland en me regardant dans les yeux avant de replonger… A ce rythme-là, je ne peux plus me retenir.
"Je vais jouir…"
Christine lui dit:
"Avale salope!"
Et je me vide dans cette bouche chaude et accueillante… Julie s'efpower de tout avaler mais un peu de foutre coule sur mister menton.
Christine se penche, le récupère et, le portant à ses lèvres, suce mister doigt…
"Ne t'arrête pas… Fais-le rebander!"
Julie reprend mister manège buccal et bientôt ma bite est à nouveau tendue.
"Dis-moi, tu as envie de baiser Julie?"
"Oh oui…."
"Ok… Julie appuie-toi contre cet arbre et cambre tes belles fesses!"
Julie s'exécute et Christine s'approche d'elle. Elle pose ses mains sur les belles fesses et commence à remonter lentement le tissu. Je vois ces magnifiques jambes puis le pli de ses fesses et enfin ses fesses fermes… Un frismister la parcourt… Christine passe derrière elle s'agenouille et commence à darder de sa langue entre les fesses.
Julie se cambre encore plus, livrant accès à sa chatte à une Christine affamée. Je vois sa langue lécher la chatte et l'anus de Julie qui gémit…
Puis, Christine se relève vient vers moi, me prend par la queue et m'approche de la chatte de Julie. Mon gland est au bord des lèvres trempées… Christine, posant sa main sur mes fesses me pousse lentement faisant pénétrer mon sexe tendu dans la chatte chaude! Je suis maintenant au fond de ce fourreau mouillé.
"Vas-y, baise-la, fais-la jouir…"
J'entame un va et vient lent pour bien sentir coulisser ma bite contre les parois de ce vagin détrempé.
"Vas-y plus fort, baise-moi, défonce-moi la chatte! J'aime!"
Je ne me retiens plus et défonce cette chatte si accueillante. Pendant ce temps, Christine caresse les fesses de Julie, les écartant, passant un doit mouillé sur mister anus.
Mouillant ce doigt de salive, elle l'enfonce lentement dans le cul de Julie que je pilonne maintenant de toutes mes powers. Un deuxième doigt rejoint le premier et Julie crie.
"Ouiii baisez-moi tous les deux!"
Et elle jouit.
Christine me fait alors signe de ralentir… Elle prend délicatement mon sexe et le dirige un peu plus haut sur l'anus ouvert de Julie.
Celle-ci, comprenant ce qui l'attend crie:
"Non! Pas mon cul! Il va me faire mal. Je t'en supplie Christine!"
"Ferme-la" lui répond Christine
"Et toi vas-y, pousse ton gros gland dans ce petit cul…"
Je m'exécute et m'enfonce dans ce cul. Je dois un peu powerr et Julie crie mais je la pénètre.
Je suis maintenant au fond. Je laisse Julie s'habituer à ce mandrin qui est dans mister cul. Puis lentement, je commence à bouger…
Bientôt, Julie commence à gémir..
"Vas-y doucement… c'est bon..!"
Pour donner le rythme de la pénétration, Christine commence à me fesser, toujours plus fort. Je la regarde. Pendant que sa main droite me frappe, sa main gauche s'est glissée sous sa jupe et elle se branle vigoureusement.
Arrive le moment ou je vais jouir. Julie a jouit quelques secondes plus tôt.
"Je vais jouir" avertis-je.
Christine se précipite, sort ma queue du cul de Julie et l'embouche en me branlant à fond. Je me laisse alors aller et me vide les couilles au fond de la gorge de Christine qui jouit en même temps!
Je n'en peux plus… Mes jambes tremblent. Je vois Christine se relever et s'approcher de Julie qu'elle embrasse a pleine bouche.
D'une main, elle me fait signe de partir. Je les vois s'approcher d'une table de pique-nique. Julie s'y couche, jambes écartées et Christine vient se mettre en 69 au-dessus d'elle.
"T'as compris, tire-toi! Je te rappellerai bientôt!"
Puis, puis elle plonge sur la chatte de Julie…
Je m'éloigne, encore sous le coup de la jouissance. Pour une initiation…

3.
Plus de nouvelles de Christine depuis 7 jours. C'est long. Je suis retourné au café où travaille Julie. Il n'y a permisterne à part le permisternel. Lorsque je l'ai demandée, une autre serveuse, tout aussi jolie, m'a répondu qu'elle était en vacances. Voyant mon air dépité, elle m'a proposé un verre. Je me suis assis au bar et en buvant, je l'ai regardée vaquer à ses occupations. Cheveux noirs, longs, avec un peu de sang asiatique dans les veines… Des seins fermes, dévoilés par un décolleté plongeant. Une mini en cuir noir surmontant des jambes de sportive. Elle virevoltait derrière mister comptoir.
A un moment, elle s'est penchée en avant. Ce faisant, elle a dévoilé une paire de fesses magnifique. En se relevant, elle a croisé mon regard et m'a souri.
"Le spectacle vous a plu?"
"Oh oui…"
Elle se penche devant moi pour essuyer le bar. Mon regard plonge dans mister décolleté.
Elle sourit.
"Celui-là aussi?"
"Encore plus…"
"Je finis mon service dans 3 heures. On peut se voir après si vous voulez…"
Je réfléchis. Puisque je ne peux pas voir Julie et que Christine ne m'appelle pas, je vais tenter la chose.
"Volontiers."
"J'habite au-dessus au 4ème étage. Alors à dans 3 heures."
Je quitte le bar et tue le temps comme je peux. Plus l'heure du rendez-vous approche, plus l'excitation me gagne.
Et c'est avec une érection phénoménale que je misterne à la porte.
Elle s'ouvre et…Christine me tire dans l'appartement!
"Déshabille-toi et à genoux!"
Abasourdi, je m'exécute. Je me retrouve nu, à genoux, les mains sur mon sexe, qui a perdu mister air arrogant…
"Alors comme cela tu voulais naviguer en solitaire? Tu voulais te faire June? Je t'ai dit que c'est moi qui gère ta vie sexuelle! Tu as demandé une initiation, non?"
"Oui…"
"Bien alors tu vas être servi. Julie? Viens bander les yeux de notre homme!"
Je vois alors arriver Julie, en sous-vêtements transparents. Elle s'approche et me bande les yeux. Pendant qu'elle procède, je sens ses cuisses effleurer mon épaule et je sens l'odeur de sa chatte.
"Voilà, il n'y voit plus rien!"
Des mains se posent alors sur mes épaules et descendent sur ma poitrine. Arrivant sur mes tétons, elles se transforment en pinces douces d'abord puis de plus en plus dures. Les ongles s'attaquent à mes tétons, les faisant bander…
J'entends Christine:
"Regardez-moi cette petite salope: elle aime se faire caresser les seins. Elle bande des seins!"
Pendant ce temps, des doigts se posent sur mes fesses, se glissant entre elles. Mes fesses mistert écartées.
"Je ne t'avais pas dit de te raser?"
"Je me suis rasé les couilles et le sexe. Je ne pensais pas que je devais me raser là aussi."
"Tu n'es pas là pour penser mais pour faire ce que je te dis! Julie va chercher ce qu'il faut et toi à 4 pattes, le cul bien cambré."
Je m'exécute et quelques secondes plus tard, je sens qu'on étale du gel sur mes fesses.
"Occupe-toi bien du pourtour de mister anus… Je le veux lisse comme un cul de bébé."
Pour s'en occuper, Julie s'en occupe… Je sens ses doigts appuyer sur le pourtour et se poser à l'entrée de mon cul. Le doigt power un peu et me pénètre, aidé par le gel. Bizarrement, sentir ce doigt dans mon cul m'excite. D'ailleurs Christine l'a remarqué:
"Eh vous avez vu, il bande…! Travaille-le doucement Julie…"
Je sens un deuxième doigt rentrer très doucement et faire sa place… Mon émoi augmente encore. Je me mets à gémir… Les doigts coulissent maintenant sans peine dans mon orifice. Puis ils se retirent. Le rasoir prend le relais. Quelques minutes plus
tard, des mains rincent mon cul.
"Voilà Christine: un vrai cul de bébé."
"Relève-toi!"
Je m'exécute. Je sens soudain une paire de seins se frotter contre mon dos… Je frismisterne. Deux mains passent sur ma poitrine, excitant mes tétons au passage. Puis, elles descendent et empoignent mon sexe dressé et mes testicules. Une lente masturbation commence rendue glissante par les restes de gel sur les doigts… Bientôt, je gémis.
"Je t'interdis de jouir" me dit Christine.
"Dis à June de s'arrêter avant. Compris?"
Il ne faut pas longtemps pour que je crie:
"Stop!"
Immédiatement, les doigts me lâchent. Je me retrouve seul, debout au milieu de la pièce, ma queue tendue agitée de spasmes!
Après quelques minutes, je sens des seins s'appuyer contre ma poitrine et une langue s'enfiler dans ma bouche en un baiser passionné… Puis la bouche commence à descendre, s'arrête sur mes tétons puis sur mon ventre et enfin sur mon gland. D'un coup, ma queue s'enfonce jusqu'à la garde dans cette bouche accueillante. Des allers et retours mouillés comble ma queue et
m'excitent à mort!
"Stop!"
Et je me trouve dans la même situation!
Ma suceuse poses ses mains sur mes épaules, me forçant à m'agenouiller. On me passe des menottes aux poignets dans mon dos.
Je sens des cuisses s'appuyer sur mon torse. Une main agrippe mes cheveux:
"Lèche-moi!"
C'est la voix de Christine. Je m'active. Une délicate odeur de chatte trempée me vient aux narines et une mouille onctueuse se dépose sur ma langue. Je lèche et lèche encore. Jusqu'à ce qu'un cri de jouissance éclate. Ma bouche est plaquée contre la chatte de Christine qui finit de jouir. Elle s'écarte. Des cuisses touchent à nouveau mon torse. Je me penche pour honorer cette nouvelle
chatte et un gland chaud se pose sur mes lèvres!
J'ai un mouvement de recul. On me saisi les cheveux et on m'oblige à prendre ce gland dans la bouche. Je refuse toujours. Deux doigts me pincent le nez et par la power des choses, j'ouvre la bouche pour respirer. Le gland se pose sur ma langue.
"Suce-la, comme Julie t'a sucé au Bois. Suce-la comme tu aimerais être sucé" me dit Christine. Je m'applique alors et je ne trouve
pas cela dégoûtant… Loin de là… Je sens le gland durcir dans ma bouche. C'est alors qu'on m'enlève mon bandeau! Le temps pour mes yeux de s'habituer à la pénombre environnante et je vois que je suce June! C'est un magnifique transsexuel! Toujours en suçant, je regarde vers le haut et j'admire cette superbe poitrine à la bonne tenue. June se caresse les seins en profitant de ma
fellation.
Sa bite est maintenant dure et tendue dans ma bouche. Christine me relève et m'amène devant une table sur laquelle elle m'oblige à me coucher. Immédiatement, je sens des mains sur mes fesses qui me caressent les fesses, la raie qui les sépare, mes
couilles… Les doigts en profitent pour plonger doucement dans mon fondement, bien enduits de gel… Pressentant ce qui m'attend, je gémis:
"Non Christine pas ça! Je veux bien sucer mais pas ça!"
"Tu te rappelles les Bois? Lorsque j'ai amené ta queue contre cul de Julie, tu ne t'es pas retiré! Tu t'es enfoncé avec délice dans mister petit cul. Alors June va faire la même chose. Elle en a très envie: je ne l'ai jamais vue triquer comme ça…"
Je sens le gland posé sur mon trou. June pousse doucement. La tension sur mon anus augmente et tout à coup le gland passe l'anneau. June s'arrête et me laisse m'habituer. Ce n'est pas si désagréable… Lentement, elle commence à bouger, s'enfonçant
toujours plus profondément. Elle me saisi les hanches et commence à me prendre virilement. Je sens sa queue frapper contre ma prostate m'excitant de plus en plus.
C'est alors que Julie vient s'asseoir, nue, sur la table, présentant sa chatte à ma langue.
"Lèche-moi! Fais-moi jouir salope!"
Sa chatte dégouline de mouille. J'y plonge ma langue avec délice. Tout à ma tâche, je sens soudain une bouche vorace avaler ma queue dépassant du bord de la table. Christine me bouffe la queue au même rythme que June m'encule! C'est la débauche totale:
je me fais enculer, je bouffe une chatte et je me fais sucer à fond!
Après quelques minutes de ce traitement, Julie jouit en tirant sur ses tétons. La bouche de Christine aspire mon éjaculation qui n'en finit pas. Les contractions de mon anus provoquent la jouissance de June qui se vide en criant dans mon cul…. Puis elle s'effondre sur mon dos pour reprendre mister souffle…
Trois minutes passent ainsi et Julie se relève et quitte la table. June commence à débander et sort de mon cul. Christine me détache et m'envoie à la douche. Je m'exécute. Lorsque je sors de la salle de bain, un magnifique spectacle m'attend: Christine, couchée sur le dos sur le lit se fait lécher la chatte par Julie. Derrière cette dernière, June s'apprête à enfoncer sa bite dans la chatte luisante de Julie.
"Va-t-en me dit Christine entre deux soupirs."
Son regard me signifie de ne pas insister. Je tire la porte derrière moi. En descendant en ascenseur, j'ai un fourmillement très agréable au niveau de l'anus… A refaire…

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Texto de Christine :
« Rendez-vous ce soir, 21h, embarcadère des bateaux mouches. »
Comme à mister habitude, elle me l’envoie au réveil. Toute la journée, mon excitation grandira… Il est enfin 20h50. Je suis au rendez-vous. Je vois arriver Christine avec deux jeunes filles superbes. La première, 30 ans, 170 cm, mince, poitrine moyenne dévoilé par un décolleté plongeant, short jeans au raz des fesses, cheveux longs noirs. La seconde, 20 ans, 160 cm, opulente mais ferme poitrine, petit top dévoilant mister ventre bronzé, minijupe, cheveux blonds courts…
« Je te présente Sandra et Arielle. Elles vont faire une petite balade avec nous… »
Nous montons dans le bateau. Après quelques minutes, celui-ci quitte le quai. Je remarque que nous sommes les seuls à bord avec le pilote.
Le bateau mesure environ 15 m de long pour 6 de large et est entièrement vitré, toit compris. Arielle nous sert un verre et vient s’asseoir sur les genoux de Christine qui pose sa main sur sa cuisse.
« Comment trouves-tu mes amies mon cher Christophe ?
« Elles mistert superbes. »
« Et tu n’as encore rien vu… Arielle, veux-tu débarrasser Christophe de mister pantalon ? Il me semble coincé au niveau du bas-ventre…»
Je me lève et Arielle s’attaque à ma ceinture… Elle me regarde dans les yeux, en passant sa langue sur ses lèvres souriantes… Plaquant sa main sur mon boxer, elle dit :
« Tu as raimister Christine, il est à l’étroit. » et à voix basse pour moi : « Belle queue… »
Mon pantalon tombe sur mes pieds. Arielle m’en débarrasse et l’emporte. Sandra s’approche et m’enlève ma chemise en prenant soin de sucer mes tétons… C’est alors que je remarque que Christine a glissé sa main par la fente de sa jupe et qu’un mouvement régulier agite le tissu…
« A genoux les filles et appliquez-vous lorsque vous lui enlèverez mister caleçon… »
Les filles s’exécutent. Sandra vient devant et Arielle derrière. Les quatre mains s’activent, caressant, frottant, tirant sur le tissu, se glissant par les ouvertures, devant, derrière…
Je bande à fond ! Sandra descend lentement le tissu dégageant mon sexe gonflé… Ses lèvres se posent sur mon membre et très lentement se dirige vers le gland… Arielle finit de descendre le vêtement et me caresse les fesses avec ses doigts, sa langue, ses lèvres….
Sandra prend ma hampe dans sa belle bouche et commence une fellation royale…
C’est alors que je me rends compte que le bateau est arrêté juste sous la barrière d’un pont… Sur le pont, deux couples regardent le spectacle… Christine, de mister côté, a écarté complètement ses jambe et montre à qui veut la voir sa chatte mouillée, pénétrée par des doigts inquisiteurs…
« Amenez-le-moi les filles. »
Elles se relèvent et me tenant chacune par un bras, m’amènent entre les cuisses de Christine.
« Christophe, tu ne bouges pas ! C’est un ordre. Arielle vas-y ! »
Cette dernière enlève mister top libérant une poitrine bronzée et ferme. Elle retire ensuite sa minijupe. Nue, elle se dirige vers Sandra et entreprend de la dénuder… Christine a pris ma queue dans sa main et me branle très lentement…
Les deux jeunes filles mistert nues et s’embrassent fougueusement. Pendant ce temps, le bateau a dérivé et nous nous trouvons à la hauteur d’un banc public où un jeune couple ne perd rien du spectacle. La demoiselle a sorti la queue de mister ami et le suce en matant…
Je n’en peux plus d’autant qu’Arielle s’est agenouillée devant Sandra et la lèche consciencieusement… Le bateau est maintenant tout contre le quai et la demoiselle du banc y est à quatre pattes, mister ami la prenant en levrette…
« Tu as vu, tout le monde baise… Tu ne voudrais pas en faire autant ? »
« Oh ouiii Christine, laisse-moi te pénétrer… »
« Pour ça, il te faudra un peu de patience… Apprécie ma main en attendant… »
« Tu vas me faire jouir Christine… »
Elle s’arrête subitement avec mister habituel sourire.
« Arielle ? »
Immédiatement, Arielle se relève, fait se retourner Sandra et la penche sur la table. Elle prend dans mister sac un gode-ceinture et l’attache autour de ses reins. La main de Christine s’est reposée sur ma queue… Présentant mister gland à l’entrée de la chatte de Sandra, Arielle pousse lentement et s’enfonce dans le ventre offert…
A ce moment-là, Christine se lève de mister siège.
« Christophe, tu ne bouges pas !
Elle se penche sur la table, à côté de Sandra, dans la même position. Petit à petit, elle remonte sa jupe sur ses fesses, dévoilant ses magnifiques jambes… Elle porte des talons et la position fait ressortir la cambrure de ses reins… Elle me regarde dans les yeux pendant toute la manœuvre.
C’est alors que le pilote passe à côté de moi. Il se place derrière Christine. En me regardant, il sort sa queue. Il est bien membré ce salaud… Il s’enfonce dans la chatte de Christine. J’en ai mal au ventre d’envie. Je voudrais être à la place du pilote, d’Arielle, de l’homme sur le quai. Je vais pour prendre ma bite en main quand Christine me rappelle à l’ordre :
« Je t’ai dit de ne pas bouger ! »
Je m’exécute. Pendant 10 minutes, ce ne sera que cris de jouissances et soupirs. Pire, sur le banc, un passant s’est placé devant la bouche de la fille qui s’applique à le pomper. Mon gland est trempé de pré-sperme, mon foutre bouillonne dans mes couilles. C’est à ce moment de Christine crie mister plaisir aussitôt suivie par Sandra… Quelques secondes plus tard, le pilote annonce qu’il va jouir et Arielle se précipite pour qu’il lui remplisse la bouche !
L’homme se vide dans la bouche accueillante… Christine me fait signe de venir et écarte ses fesses !
« Vas-y choisis ! »
Je me rue et plante ma queue dans le cul de cette salope ! Arielle, la bouche pleine de foutre, roule une pelle à Sandra pendant que cette dernière la branle à fond !
Je sodomise Christine avec power, accroché à ses hanches. Comme dans le sauna, elle me retient, se met sur le dos et me présente ses orifices.
« Je veux te voir jouir ! »
Cette fois je plante ma queue dans sa chatte et la baise comme un fou ! Le bateau est reparti et nous sommes face aux quais où les passants s’interpellent en nous montrant du doigt. J’ai l’impression que tout Paris me regarde planter ma bite dans la chatte de Christine. Cette dernière se caresse les seins, tirant sur ses tétons bandés. Elle hurle :
« Je vais jouir ! Baise-moi, défonce-moi la chatte ! »
C’est trop ! Je sens mon sexe exploser dans ce vagin brûlant et inondé. Nous hurlons ensemble notre plaisir qui nous laisse pantelants et trempés de sueur. Je débande lentement et mon sexe sort de celui de Christine. Arielle s’approche de Christine et, à genoux lèche le sperme qui coule de mister sexe détrempé. Sandra de mister côté, nettoie ma queue avec sa langue. Je n’en peux plus. La frustration puis la jouissance m’ont coupé les jambes. Je m’aperçois que nous sommes revenus à notre point de départ. Je sors du bateau et….le pilote enlève la passerelle et remet le bateau en route. Pendant que le bateau s’éloigne du quai, je vois Christine enlever mister chemisier et sa jupe…
« Tu n’as qu’à suivre le quai ou aller sur le pont suivant pour voir la suite si elle t’intéresse… »
Elle me sourit et passe mister bras sur l’épaule de Sandra pendant que mister autre main se pose sur le triangle noir en haut de ses cuisses…

6.
22h. Je viens de finir mon verre et Christine me dit:
«Je vais chez Arielle ce soir… Tu veux venir?»
Si je veux? Bien sûr que je veux! Immédiatement, les images de la petite blonde me reviennent à l'esprit et non plus rapidement, je me sens à l'étroit…
Christine hèle un taxi. Il s'arrête et Christine s'assoit à côté du chauffeur. Je n'ai pas d'autre choix que de prendre place à l'arrière. Christine baisse le pare-soleil et ses yeux me regardent dans le miroir. Je sens qu'il va se passer quelque chose…
Elle modifie l'angle du miroir.
«Qu'il fait chaud aujourd'hui» dit-elle au chauffeur. «Vous ne trouvez pas?»
«Oh oui. Un peu de fraicheur serait la bienvenue».
Dans le miroir, je vois les doigts de Christine s'attaquer à mister chemisier, lentement, très lentement…
Je peux voir qu'elle ne porte pas de soutien-gorge… Le dernier bouton est décroché. Le chauffeur ne se gêne pas pour mater…et Christine ne fait rien pour cacher quoi que ce soit…
Elle écarte lentement les pans de mister chemisier, dévoilant ses superbes seins…
Le chauffeur commence à se tortiller sur mister siège, mal à l'aise.
«Vous semblez mal-à-l'aise, puis-je vous aider?»
Le chauffeur soupire un petit oui…
Christine se penche vers lui en me regardant dans les yeux… Elle s'attaque à la braguette du chauffeur…
Son regard se pose sur le membre qu'elle vient de dégager:
«Oh qu'elle est grosse!»
Elle me regarde à nouveau et se penche pour le prendre en bouche. Je vois sa tête monter et descendre sur le membre. Entre les sièges, je vois ses seins superbes bouger au rythme de sa fellation.
Le chauffeur s'arrête et soupire…
«Tu ne préfères pas les miens?»
La voix d'Arielle! Nous sommes devant mister domicile et elle est devant ma vitre, le chemisier ouvert, ses mains m'offrant ses seins gonflés.
«OUI!»
J'ouvre la porte et Arielle se glisse dans l'habitacle. Sans attendre, elle pose mister sein droit sur mes lèvres. Je lèche, je suce, j'aspire, passant d'un à l'autre… Arielle soupire puis se penche sur mon sexe, tendu dans mon pantalon. Elle l'extrait d'une main experte et plonge pour une fellation passionnée…
Profitant de sa bouche, je mate Christine. Elle ne perd pas une miette de la fellation d'Arielle et branle le chauffeur de sa main droite.
«Nous sommes arrivés, Madame» soupire-t-il.
Christine l'abandonne et sort de la voiture. Nous sommes dans un petit coin de forêt. Elle se place devant les phares, de face et commence à se masser la poitrine, portant de temps à autre un sein à ses lèvres… Tendant la langue, elle en lèche le téton dressé. Puis ses mains remontent lentement sa jupe… Elle se tourne et se penche en avant. La jupe continue de remonter…et la bouche d'Arielle ses allers-retours sur ma queue tendue. Je dois l'arrêter car je vais gicler. Elle me sourit et sort du véhicule. Elle va vers Christine et s'agenouille à côté d'elle. La jupe dévoile maintenant les fesses de Christine. Arielle les caresse lentement en nous regardant la langue sur les lèvres… Je sens la voiture bouger doucement; le chauffeur se branle…
Arielle nous fait signe de venir. Nous sortons, la queue tendue. Arielle prend celle du chauffeur et la pose à l'entrée de la chatte de Christine.
«Ne bouge plus!»
Elle m'attire vers elle et pose ma queue à l'entrée de sa bouche.
«Vous allez bouger tous les deux ensemble, toi dans ma bouche et lui dans la chatte de Christine. Christophe, tu donnes le rythme. Le chauffeur à le regard rivé sur ma queue. Curieusement, mister regard m'excite encore plus. Lentement, je power la bouche d'Arielle. Mon compagnon fait de même dans la chatte de Christine. Un lent mouvement de va et vient agite nos queues. A un moment, Christine dit au chauffeur:
«Plus fort…»
Et elle me regarde dans les yeux…
Le chauffeur s'enfonce en le tenant aux hanches. Je prends la tête d'Arielle entre les mains et je m'active… Arielle m'accepte jusque dans sa gorge profonde… Sentir sa langue sur mon membre et ses mains sur mes fesses précipitent ma jouissance et dans un râle, je jouis dans la gorge accueillante. Arielle, le nez contre mon bas ventre accepte tout mon foutre directement dans sa gorge… Pendant ce temps, sous les coups de boutoir du chauffeur, Christine gémit:
«Baise-moi, défonce-moi, bourre-moi!»
Et il ne s'en prive pas…
Ma queue débandante sort lentement de la bouche d'Arielle. Mais celle-ci ne l'entend pas de cette oreille:
«Si je t'ai fais juter si vite, c'est pour que tu ne jouisses pas trop vite…dans mon cul…»
Immédiatement, ma bite commence à durcir à nouveau. L'enduisant abondement de salive, Arielle me branle, sa main coulissant sur mon membre redevenu raide…
Elle s'appuie sur le capot, écarte ses jambes et me dit:
«Viens, je te veux dans mon cul… Vas-y doucement, tu es large et je n'ai pas trop l'habitude…pas comme Christine…»
C'est alors que Christine s'appuie sur le capot, dans la même position. Je remarque alors que le chauffeur est planté dans mister petit trou…
Je pose mon gland à l'entrée secrète d'Arielle et m'enfonce avec délice dans ce fourreau étroit et serré… Son anus épouse ma queue sur toute sa longueur. Je dois m'arrêter tant cela m'excite. Pendant ce temps, Christine prend bruyamment mister pied sous les coups de boutoir du chauffeur.
J'encule avec délice Arielle dont le conduit secret me rend fou. Mais c'est trop excitant: sentant l'anus d'Arielle se contracter sous l'effet de la jouissance, j'éjacule, planté au fond de mister ventre accompagné par le chauffeur dans celui de Christine…
Je n'ai plus de jambes… Nous remettons de l'ordre dans nos tenues et rentrons dans la voiture. Christine et Arielle à l'arrière… Pendant tout le voyage de retour, j'ai les yeux plantés dans le miroir du pare-soleil tout comme le chauffeur dans le rétroviseur. Christine et Arielle ont jouit une dizaine de fois…
La voiture s'arrête devant le domicile de Christine et bras dessus bras dessous, elles mistert rentrées dans l'immeuble…
«Chaude soirée» me dit le chauffeur.
«Chaude soirée en effet…»
Il m'a déposé sans frais devant chez moi

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à par toi & moi je crois qu'il nia permisterne qui lit tampis

"Relax white boy, it'll hurt at first but you'll like
my black cock as much as your wife does," and he
pressed his monster cock fully clothed with a rubber
against my asshole, which gave up all resistance and
let the darn thing in.

He pumped and except for the initial shock and pain, I
was excited, and groaned quietly, "Yes, yes, yes."

His wife Gloria reached down and grabbed my cock and
when he came I came on the ground too.

"I'm not through with you; you'll get my cleaning bill
and expect more spanking from me if you misbehave."
Saying this to me Gloria gathered up my wife; took her
hand and led her into their house to do what, with what
and to whom I do not know.

I was defeated, humiliated, deflated and totally under
his control as he removed all my clothes and had me
stand completely naked before him. He said, "You and
your wife are going to make good house slaves. I am
going to expect complete obedience from my servants or
you'll be punished. You're job is to satisfy us and to
keep us happy. Now I got some yard work for you to do."
With that he dragged me to the tool shed in the back,
gave me the rake and wheelbarrow and said, "Get to
work."

While, I worked he laid in a recliner takeing a beer
with a big grin on his face. What could I do? I
cleaned the backyard - naked. After about an hour of
gathering debris and empting the wheelbarrow in the
trash container, he said, "That's enough of that, you
can put the rake and wheelbarrow away; jump in the pool
to rid yourself of your sweat and get your ass over
here and give me a rubdown."

I complied-what else could I do? I was ***ly
becoming attracted to his body.

He fell arelax from my rubdown and I silently crept
away to my own house to think.

After a while my wife returned and I said to her, "What
happened over there?"

She replied happily, "We were only socializing, Lets go
to bed." In bed she got on top of me again and fucked
me hard. After she was through she just rolled over as
was becoming the usual thing and went to relax.

**

The next day at work, I couldn't get much done; I was
trying to figure it all out. Sure maybe I had been a
little hasty and had came to the wrong conclusion about
Albert. Why not give him another chance and maybe we
could be friends. It had been an exciting weekend, and
I wasn't unhappy with what had happened. But to be his
slave, no way, I don't go for that kind of cuckolds brownie. When
I go home, I am going to straighten it all out. I
thought.

My neighbors were out for the evening, so I told my
wife what I intended to do. She just grinned and said
nothing. I left a message, slipped it under their door
stating that there may have been a misunderstanding
between us that I wished to correct.

Next Saturday morning, after breakfast I told my wife I
was going to explain how we had got our signals crossed
with our neighbors-when my wife caught me by surprise.
She produced a pair of cuffs and attached them to my
hands and pulled the chain on which they were attached
around me, buckled it on me in the back. My hands were
firmly affixed to my sides so that I was held helpless.

"What's going on? Get these off immediately." I
hollered.

"It's OK. They want me to prepare you for their
guests who are coming over at noon for a barbeque," my
wife explained and she pulled my pants and shorts down
to my thighs.

"Now, wait a minute. Stop, you're my wife, why are you
doing this?" I cried, as she pulled out a strap and let
me have it. It hurt. She didn't stop. She kept
whipping me and the pain was unbearable. I was crying
in pain, hopping around, developed a raging hard on,
and begging her to stop.

Apparently the noise and commotion attracted the
attention of Gloria, because she appeared at our door,
saw my wife beating me with the strap. With a smile on
her face she said, "My, Oh My, he certainly dances
pretty. Can I help? Why don't I get the enema bag for
him?"

"Sure, and after we clean him out inside we can shave
his body to make him more attractive," my wife
answered. The two collaborated-after my whipping, to
give me three enemas, shaved all the hair from my body
from the neck down except around my cock, affixed a
cock ring to prevent a premature ejaculation, put a
collar around my neck, bound my hands to my sides and
led me next door with a leash, naked for me to meet my
fate. I was in shock.

Albert was in the pool and after doing a couple laps
emerged to meet us. Seeing me, smiling he said, "I got
your note. You were right, it was presumptuous of me
and unwarranted, so I arranged an outside service to do
the yard work, of course we will split the cost. Boy!
You look good and I would appreciate a blow job before
I get the barbeque going."

He dropped his trunks exposing his monster black cock.
Gloria, with one hand whacked me on the can with the
strap she was carrying and with the other pulled on the
leash causing me to kneel before him making eye contact
with his cock-head. He pressed it to my lips and said,
"Suck."

It entered. I sucked. He thrust it all the way down
my throat using my ears to get leverage, withdrew it
almost all the way out then down it went again. I did
the best I could and not fetish. And he was enjoying it
and picked up the pace. How I took it all the way down
considering its size was a wonder to behold.

He said, "Ahhh, I'm coming," and unloaded his seed in
my mouth. I swallowed it all. Then he said with pride,
"Good boy. You're mine all mine."

It was true I became his possession.

Albert, being through with me, looked up and said, "My
guests are arriving. Come let me introduce you to
them." Two black couples, entering the backyard,
spotted us and walked over. I stood there naked, with
a cock ring holding my cock rigid and engorged, with my
hands held by cuffs to my sides, helpless, embarrassed,
and wordless. Albert introduced me to his younger
brother Fred, Art his friend and their girl friends.
Being in this condition I could say nothing and was
compliant.

"I'm glad to meet you," his brother said, and put his
hand out to shake, realized I could not reciprocate, he
pulled it back. "Al tells me that you're an architect,
that's quite an erection you've got there," and he
chuckled at his little joke. I could have crawled in a
hole; mortified and ashamed, I was totally at their
mercy.

"Why don't we let Willy here entertain you while I
start the fire for the barbecue and get the food
ready," Albert said as he walked away to light the
coals and put the food on the grill.

"Have you got what it takes to satisfy a couple of
horny black men?" asked Fred as he pulled me over,
rubbing my ass. No, he wouldn't; did he really
contemplate sodomizing me? Maybe I can reamister with
them.

"I'm not a faggot, please don't," I pleaded as he
turned me around and powerd me to bend over for his
friend. Art powerd some oily substance in my asshole.
I heard the zipper of his fly and felt his cock push
its way in. "No, no, no," I moaned as it penetrated in
pain. As it went all the way in and filled me up, I
could feel his balls strike mine. As he pumped me the
pain subsided and I felt a pleasant sensation as it
rubbed my prostate. My god, it felt good as he came,
pulled out, threw the rubber in the bushes, gave me a
slap on the ass, and said, "Good boy, I like fucking
white boys."

Fred decided he wanted to do me like his brother had,
powerd me on my knees again, and I could see his cock
was big, maybe even bigger then Albert's. "Al says
you're an accomplished cocksucker; let's see if you can
do it as good as Joe, the teacher's assistant at
school. He's white, and you white guys seem to have a
knack for this," he said as he pushed it all the way
down my throat. He pumped me in and out and when he
came I drained him in my mouth.

He never did tell me who was better at it, Joe or me.

The girls were jealous and complained that I was only
servicing the guys. They demanded my attention and I
was powerd to use my educated tongue on each of their
pussies including my own wife to demonstrate that I did
not favor either gender.

Having rendered service to the guests my wife had pity
on me. She removed the cock ring, put two fingers up my
ass, and grabbed my cock with her free hand; I pumped
and released my pent up passion shooting into the
ground.

Just in time, as Albert called everyone to eat; the
food was great and we had our fill. We socialized, and
drank beer until the end of day. With good wishes we
parted. I made a lot of good friends this day.

Unfortunately Albert's tenancy as our neighbor ended
too soon. His company needed him to fill another
position in another city and regretfully he and his
wife moved. His unit became vacant again.

A real estate agent for the company who now owned the
unit next door visited us. They made a very generous
offer to purchase our unit. I was willing to accept it
but my wife told them to go shove it. They were taken
by a back and pointed out that we would never be able
to sell at a decent price with the large pool on both
lots. But my wife told them to get lost.

Puzzled, when they had left, I told my wife that they
were right. "We're stuck with this loser." I said.

She said we would see.

A week later they were back and asked how much she
wanted and she gave them a ridiculous price. I pulled
her aside and wanted to know if she had lost all her
marbles. After making a couple of calls, they accepted
my wife's ridiculous price.

After they left, I asked my wife how she knew they'd
pay her price. She told me she saw the bank appraisers
looking over the property and the surveyor making a
survey. She also knew that if we couldn't sell one unit
without the other -- neither could they. "They had a
buyer and couldn't sell the property without buying us
out."

**

With the proceeds from the sale of our unit we bought
and moved out to a better house in an all white
neighborhood. Thinking back, however, I always had a
good feeling knowing that I'd done my part in
establishing better race relations.

That's all.

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My Rival Wins My Wife, and I Lose


Ray and I had known each other all of our lives. Our
parents were best friends and next door neighbors so we
didn't have any choice but to try and get along. But
for some reamister, and I don't know if either one of us
could say what it was, we never liked each other. We
had maintained an uneasy truce and a less than friendly
rivalry since we started playing together at our
parent's insistence. Even back then though, even at the
ages of three or four we didn't like each other.

We lived in a small town though, so we had to learn to
get along despite the way we felt. I don't know the
population of our town. It's less than five thousand. I
think it's less than four thousand. We have one main
street with a dozen stores and a Post Office. The town
has one grocery store at either end and one gas station
at either end. There is one café where all the old
folks gather in the morning and there is a Dairy Queen
on the edge of town where the kids gather in the
spring, summer and early fall when it's open. It closes
in the winter. The nearest mall and the nearest theater
are both in the city almost sixty miles away.

We have a high school and kids come from a half a dozen
towns in the area to attend. We also have one grade
school. They built a new one, a larger one, a few years
ago and tore down the one that we went to.

They have added on to the high school. When I went
there were sixty-seven kids in our graduating class. It
isn't that much bigger now though. I think I read that
the graduating class this year is ninety-two kids.

When we graduated from high school Ray and I both went
away to college. Ray's dad owned the town's only
hardware store and was doing well. He put Ray through
college and when he graduated Ray planned on coming
back and going to work for his dad.

I had to drop out after one semester. My dad had worked
all of his adult life at the town's one industry, the
small plant that made wood furniture. They made good
stuff and had a good reputation. But they did a lot of
hand work and it was labor intensive. They reached a
point that they couldn't compete and went bankrupt.

It was a shame for two reamisters. That company had been
making high quality furniture for almost two centuries.
They had a great reputation but a small client list.
They just couldn't compete with cheap imports. But the
worst reamister is a little more permisteral. My dad lost his
job and his pension and his whole idea of who he was. I
lost my ability to afford to go to college.

I came home from college after one semester and started
looking for work. I hated to do it, but the only job I
could find was working for Ray's man in the hardware
store. It wasn't that I hated working for Ray's man.
I loved him like a man. Mr. Nash and I were very
close. I often got the impression that I was closer to
him than he was to his own mister. It was just the idea
that once he graduated Ray would be coming back to that
store too.

I worked hard and learned the business pretty fast. But
I dreaded the day that Ray would come home from college
and go into the business. I still saw him when he came
home to visit. We didn't like each other any more now
than we did when we were kids. We were civil, at least
most of the time, but we still didn't like each other.

The problem was that we still had the same friends. So
that whenever he came home from college if there was a
party or just a few guys getting together then both of
us were there.

All through school we had competed in everything. We
competed for grades. We competed in sports. We competed
for girls. When we got cars we nearly *******ed ourselves
racing on the back roads. Most of our friends thought
it was amusing. They knew that we competed in
everything. But they thought that it was a friendly
rivalry. It wasn't. We couldn't stand each other.

Ray met a girl in college, Kathy. She was a beautiful
blonde from upstate. She was smart and funny and
permisterable. I never knew what she saw in him. But they
got married right after they graduated from college.
They came back to town and Ray's dad helped him build a
nice little house on an acre of land down by the river
just outside of town.

Ray came to work for his dad and it became my job to
teach him the business. I was his teacher, but he was
my boss. I tried not to let my resentment show, but we
didn't get along any better now than we did in the
past. The trouble was I didn't have any choice but to
put up with his cuckolds brownie and suck it up. This wasn't just
the only decent job in town. It was the only decent job
in this part of the state, at least for now. My only
other options were to either leave the state to find
work or to get a minimum wage job at one of the dairy
farms outside of town milking cows and shoveling cuckolds brownie.
I used to work on some of those farms during my summer
vacations when I was in high school. It was actually
pretty nice work. I enjoyed it. But it was hard work
and the hours sucked and the money was not quite enough
to survive on. And there was no way of working your way
up the food chain.

So, I put up with Ray and kept my mouth shut. I don't
think that Ray's parents or mine had ever been aware of
the friction between us. I think that before very long
though, Ray's man, Mr. Nash, became aware of it and
there were several instances at work when he intervened
on my behalf when Ray was giving me a hard time about
something.

Ray had been pretty wild before he went away to
college. He went through girlfriends like a hot knife
through butter. I doubt if he ever went with a girl for
longer than two weeks. I heard some stories about him
later, about some of the things he tried to make the
girls do. But I don't know if they were true or not.

He also started takeing pretty heavily. We all drank a
little from time to time. But he, well, I suppose he
had a takeing problem. And sometimes it took a couple
of guys to keep him from doing some pretty stupid
things when he had been takeing.

When Ray came back to the hardware store after he
graduated he seemed to have settled down a little. I
met his wife and I saw her now and then. She seemed
real nice and I thought that maybe she would settle Ray
down a little. And at first she seemed to.

It even seemed like Ray and I were tolerating each
other a little better at first. But that didn't last
long. It wasn't six months before Kathy left him. He
went after her and made all kinds of promises and she
came back after a few weeks. For a while it looked like
things were getting back to normal, like they were
going to make a go of it.

It didn't last though. It was only about three months
later that she left, for good this time. They got
divorced and there were some rumors about the things
Ray had done, or tried to get Kathy to do, but I don't
know who was spreading them or if they were true.

Ray started acting more like his old self after the
divorce. I couldn't do anything but take it though.
Some days I went home from work so mad I couldn't talk
to anyone for hours.

Luckily when I got home I didn't have to talk to
anyone. I lived alone in half of the old Putnam house.
When old man Putnam died his mister had the house made
into two apartments. I had the second floor and half of
the garage. It was just perfect for me.

I didn't date a lot. There aren't that many single
girls my age in town. A lot of the kids I went to
school with had gotten married in the first year after
high school, mostly to their high school sweethearts.
My high school sweetheart had gone away to college and
married someone she met there. She now lived in another
state. I saw her every now and then when she came back
to visit her folks. She seems happy and we're just
friends now. I don't think that either of us had
planned on anything after we graduated. We didn't have
any hard feelings.

Anyway, I wasn't dating, but I wasn't a hermit. I had a
lot of friends and we got together regularly. I would
have liked to have had a little love in my life. But I
was still young and I wasn't desperate. I figured it
would come eventually.

It turned out that I wasn't the only one that was of
the opinion that I needed some love in my life. I got a
call one Friday morning from Sharon. Sharon and I were
classmates and old friends. She had married Roger,
another close friend and I saw the two of them often.

She invited me to dinner that evening. There was
nothing unusual about that and I accepted gladly. When
I showed up I was introduced to Roger's cousin, Erin.
Erin had just lost her job at a have store in a small
town on the other side of the state when Wal-Mart came
to town and drove them out of business.

She and I hit it off immediately. She was smart and
funny and pretty and damn she was hot! She was staying
with Roger and Sharon and was hoping to get a job at
the local have store.

We ended up going for a walk after dinner that lasted
for three hours. We didn't go anywhere and we didn't do
anything. We just walked around town and talked and by
the time I dropped her off at Roger and Sharon's house
just before eleven that night I was in love. I'm pretty
sure that she was falling for me too.

The hardware store was open on Saturday and I had to
work every other Saturday. As luck would have it, I was
off tomorrow so I invited Erin to go for a ride in the
morning. She accepted immediately. I drove home that
night with my head in the clouds.

Erin never did get the job in the have store. But we
were married six months later. It was a simple, civil
ceremony held in her parent's home. My parents were
there and a dozen of my closest friends. Ray's parents
were invited and so we felt that we had to invite Ray
as well. I was very disappointed when he came.

I wasn't worried about Erin and all of the attention
she received from Ray on our wedding day. I knew that
she could hold her own with him. But I felt that he was
spending entirely too much time with her and I resented
it. It was obvious, in fact it was too obvious that he
was infatuated with her. People noticed and I think
even his parents were embarrassed.

I had been living well within my means over the last
four years. I wasn't making a lot of money by big city
standards but I was doing alright and I had managed to
save a pretty good bit of money. So we could have
afforded a nice honeymoon.

We decided not to though. It would have been nice, but
we decided to save the money instead and start watching
for a good buy on a nice house. Meanwhile my duplex in
the Putnam house was a little small, but it was cozy
and we were happy there while we kept putting money in
savings. We didn't take a honeymoon but we had one at
home.

We were perfect together. Neither of us had much
experience with sex. We weren't virgins but neither one
of us had gotten much experience in that area. But we
both loved our sex life. We were somewhat adventurous
and we were both open minded. There was more than
enough lust in our lives, especially those first few
months.

Eventually things settled down in our lives. Erin
managed to get a few part time jobs every now and then
but there just wasn't much work in our little town. We
were doing alright though. All of our entertainment was
free or almost free. We got together with friends. We
had cookouts and swimming parties at the river. Maybe
once a month we would drive into the city for a meal at
a restaurant. It was a different lifestyle than people
in the city are used to. But for us it was what we were
used to. It was what we were comfortable with. It was
what we enjoyed.

For the first few months after we got married Erin
would come to the hardware store and bring me lunch and
we would eat together out on a picnic table under a
tree in back of the store. Ray started to be a problem
though. He was constantly flirting with her. He would
almost hit on her. It didn't seem to bother him at all
that I was sitting right there watching him. He was
careful not to cross the line, but he leaned over it
often enough that it made us uncomfortable. So we
started meeting in the town square in the center of
town at lunch time and eating on a park bench or in the
bandstand or when the weather wasn't so nice I'd go
home for lunch.

That fall there were a string of tragedies in our lives
that really shook us. My man was *******ed in an
accident on his way home from the job he had found in a
city with a commute of sixty miles of country roads
each way. Within a couple of months my lady suffered
a stroke and she died two months after that. Their
house had been paid for. It's a good thing or they
never would have gotten by when the furniture plant
closed down. But medical bills drained the estate and
then some.

While my lady was in the hospital dying, Erin's
man, who suffered from Alzheimer's, suddenly got
much worse and had to be institutionalized. Her
man's health and the medical bills were a terrible
strain on her lady and her health began to fail too.
It didn't seem possible but by the end of the year we
had lost all four of our parents. Needless to say, we
did not have a merry Christmas that year.

We weathered those tragedies and I suppose that we felt
closer and stronger for having survived them as well as
we did. We started that spring with an unstated but
mutual resolve to put all of that behind us and get on
with our lives. We were still grieving for our lost
parents of course. We had both been close to our
families. But we were determined to get past it.

That spring, probably before we were really ready, we
got a good deal on a house. You need to realize that in
a small town like ours, the real estate business isn't
the same as it is in larger towns and cities. People
live in their homes for generations. Their kids grow up
and if they are able to find work and stay in town they
stay in the family home or they build homes nearby and
stay in them. People don't move in and out of houses.
So finding a suitable home for sale is very difficult.
We would have liked to have been able to buy my parents
house but to avoid liability for my parent's medical
bills that remained unpaid after the estate was settled
we were advised not to.