The Serengeti Yeti

Community Property

by The Serengeti Yeti

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The stories I write are sexual fantasies and the key word here is 'fantasy.' Actually, maybe the key word is 'sexual.' At any rate, many of the practices depicted here are illegal, immoral, deviant, disturbing, demeaning, messy, smelly and downright perverted. That's why I love 'em!! Some of my stories are outlandish but plausible. Others violate various immutable laws of physics or biology. A few are disgustingly normal, but (hopefully) erotic. I don't actually do these things, I just write about them. You probably shouldn't do them either, unless you want to spend ten to fifteen years with a roommate named 'Bubba' and a stainless steel toilet right beside your bed.

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Part One

Sarah Teidler drove slowly through the decaying neighborhood, searching for a place to park. Finally spotting a small space in front of a gutted chassis, she eased her BMW into place just as the back-up lights started to glow on the Buick ahead of her. A loud honk greeted her as she opened her door and stepped from her car. Staring haughtily at the dark face glaring back at her, Sarah silently extended her manicured middle finger in response. The man shouted a curse but Sarah turned away, smiling to herself as she stepped onto the sidewalk.

Her smile faded as she stepped inside the small, dimly lit restaurant. When her friend Mitzi had called that morning to invite her out for lunch, Sarah asked her to choose an isolated place to meet but this was ludicrous. This place looked like it needed to be condemned. The whole block did.

Spotting her best friend, Sarah crossed the room and slid onto the torn vinyl seat of the booth, setting several bags at her feet. "Ugh. How did you ever find this dump?" she asked as a waiter approached. "White wine, please. And can somebody wipe down the table? I can't eat on this filth." After the waiter nodded and left, Sarah slipped off her heels and rubbed her aching feet. Four hours of shopping had taken its toll. She was hot, tired and thirsty.

It was well past the lunch rush and the restaurant was almost empty. Two couples were eating quietly at tables on the opposite side of the room and a black woman was sitting by herself at the far end of the bar, nursing a drink.

Mitzi signaled the waiter to bring menus. "I had to meet with a customer this morning just a few blocks over, so this was close by," she shrugged. "Besides, you told me you wanted to stay out of our regular haunts."

"Yes, but I didn't mean that we had to hide in the ghetto. These people are animals," Sarah complained. "I just don't want to run into Michael," she continued as she sipped her drink. "The lawyer's office is supposed to serve him with the papers this afternoon and I want to be long gone when that happens. In fact, I'm leaving town tonight- for the coast. I intend to stay out of sight until things get settled."

"Does he know you're leaving him?" Mitzi asked.

"He doesn't have any idea," Sarah replied. "The clueless idiot hugged me and went off to work this morning just like he does every day."

"Are you sure it's the best time to separate? I mean, his father's funeral was just last week. Shouldn't you stay with him for a little while, at least until he's had some time to deal with it?"

Sarah sniffed. "I stayed with him for five years, didn't I? I think I deserve a medal for that."

Michael Teidler's family was one of the wealthiest in this end of the state, so when Sarah decided to marry Michael, she expected to live the luxurious life of a rich young socialite. Instead, it turned out that Michael's father held all the family money and doled out a meager stipend to his only child. It was barely enough to allow Sarah to stay home and nowhere near enough for the lifestyle she craved.

Sarah had never loved her husband; for her it had always been a marriage of convenience, another rung on the ladder of her life plan. She intended to stay married to Michael for a year or two, then divorce him and invest her settlement well enough to guarantee financial security for the remainder of her life.

It wasn't that Michael was a bad husband. Far from it. Sarah knew he adored her and would do anything for her. She just didn't love him. As she'd told Mitzi on numerous occasions, he was boring to talk to, physically unappealing and dull in bed. She knew she deserved much better.

Sarah could have had her pick of men. She was tall- nearly six feet in her bare feet- slender and athletic. Fiery red hair framed an attractive face and cascaded in thick waves over her shoulders. If her hair and face didn't attract stares, her willowy body, shapely bottom and long legs did. Sarah used her height to her advantage, wanting men to notice her. Normally it worked. In a crowd, Sarah's long legs pushed her gorgeous face and striking hair several inches above everyone around her. Men were immediately attracted to the tall beauty and tried to approach her.

Although she enjoyed being attractive and the power it gave her over men, Sarah had always been faithful to Michael. She didn't want to jeopardize her meal ticket by having an affair. There would be plenty of time for men after the divorce.

"You're really going to divorce him?" Mitzi asked as the two women ate. "Why? You finally got what you wanted, didn't you? You could be set for the rest of your life. I just don't think I understand; Michael's father is dead and you're rich."

"No, right now Michael is the only one who is rich," Sarah replied as she stared into her wine. With a crooked smile, she raised her glass in a toast. "But I'll be rich in a couple of months, thanks to our state's generous community property laws."

"Still, you must feel a little bad for Michael," Mitzi pointed out. "The poor guy has been through a lot lately, and now you're going to hit him with this. That's a lot to ask him to deal with at once."

Sarah's stomach suddenly cramped, making her grimace. Maybe she did feel a little guilty. "I guess, but he'll get over it. He's still going to be rich, just not as rich."

The women continued to talk as they ate their lunch, discussing Sarah's plans after her divorce. As they talked, Sarah started feeling sick. She broke out in a cold sweat and her abdomen continued to knot in discomfort. By the time they finished lunch, her face was flushed and her stomach was constantly threatening to rebel. When they stood up to leave, Mitzi noticed Sarah hunching over and squeezing herself.

"Are you OK?" she asked. "You don't look so good."

"I'm fine," Sarah replied. "I think I'm just coming down with the flu or something." She groaned as another wave of pain shot through her. "I just need to go splash a little water on my neck before I leave."

"Are you sure?" Mitzi asked. "I'd offer to wait and take you home, but I'm late for a meeting as it is. You want me to call a cab, or wait for you?"

Sarah shook her head. "No, I'll be ok. I'm on my way out of town anyway. Just remember; if Michael asks, you haven't seen me at all this week. I'll call you when everything is over and I get back into town." Slowly, then with increasing urgency, she headed for the restroom.

She barely made it inside the ladies' room before she felt her lunch rise in her throat. Rushing into a stall, Sarah dropped to her knees on the dirty floor and sprayed vomit into the already grimy toilet. Her back arched and her body was wracked with violent spasms as she weakly clutched the rim, her head hanging down into the bowl. She was unable to stop heaving, even when there was nothing left in her stomach to expel.

Finally, too weak to stay upright, Sarah slid to the floor and lay curled around the filthy porcelain. The knees of her stockings were torn and her expensive suit, now stained with dirt and vomit, was pushed well up past her thighs. That's the position she was in when the stall door pushed open and she looked up to see the black woman from the bar.

"Leave me alone," she moaned. "I'm having a bad day."

The woman smiled grimly. "Honey, it's about to get a lot worse." She turned away and Sarah heard her open the bathroom door. "She's all yours, Digger."

* * * * *

Sarah awoke with a pounding headache. Groaning with the effort, she sat up slowly and surveyed her surroundings. She was lying on the floor in the corner of a plain, featureless room. Her clothes reeked of vomit and her shoes were missing. As she sat there, trying to keep from being sick again, the door opened and a tall black man entered, flanked by the black woman Sarah remembered from the restaurant and a young white woman.

"W-what's going on? Where am I?" Sarah asked.

"My name is Digger Munson," the black man said as he sat on the edge of the only piece of furniture in the room, an old dinette table. "This is my place and these are my girls. We brought you back here when you took sick. You lucky we came along. Nice white lady like you, passed out in a place like that... never know what might happen. Coulda' been big trouble."

He looked expectantly at Sarah. Not knowing what he wanted, she stammered nervously, "T-thank you. Thank you very m-m- much for h-helping me. I better go. Can you please call me a cab?"

The white girl snorted and Digger laughed. "A cab? Girl, no cabbie in his right mind will stop within ten blocks of this neighborhood. Any place you got to go, I'll see you get there. 'Sides, we got to be sure you ok first. Stand up. Let me get a good look at you. LaVonne, hustle your fat ass over there and help the nice lady stan' up."

Sarah struggled to rise. Finally, with help from the black woman, she made it to her feet and stood on shaky legs.

Digger whistled. "Woman, you are a tall drink of water, ain't you? Damn, LaVonne, she fine. She'll do, she'll do." Then, to Sarah, "Take off your clothes. Let me see your body, babe."

Sarah gasped indignantly, swaying as her head started pounding again. "That's ridiculous! I won't do any such thing. Who the hell do you think you are?"

Digger frowned and shook a finger at her. "Let me explain something to you, little lady. Nobody, and I mean nobody, ever speaks to me like that. I'll let that one go 'cause you be new and you don't know no better. You best learn to be respectful when you talk to me, though. I don't tolerate no lip from nobody, and I sure as shit ain't lettin' no white-bread piece of tail lord it over me in my own crib."

Sarah suddenly recognized him. "You're the man from outside the restaurant. Look, I didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry I took your parking spot and I shouldn't have flipped you off. I'm really sorry. Just let me go, please!"

Digger ignored her. "Like I said, I'm Digger and these are my girls. They take care of me and I take care of them. You're here now and I'm going to take good care of you, too. What do you think that means you're going to do for me? How you going to pay me back for being so nice to you when you was sick an' needed my help?"

Sarah slowly grasped the situation. "You mean, you're a... a pimp? ...and these w-women are... prostitutes?" She pressed herself back against the wall.

"Trudy, you hear that? Bitch says you must be a prostitute," Digger said, laughing. "Is that true?"

"No, baby. I ain't no prostitute," the white girl answered. "I'm a whore."

He nodded in agreement, then turned back to Sarah. "That's right. Prostitutes is all hoity-toity bitches, work in fancy hotels and such. When a girl walk up and down the streets around here, shakin' her tits, suckin' every big black dick that can pony up the scratch and takin' it up the ass half a dozen times a night, she ain't no prostitute. She's just a plain ol' ho."

Sarah shuddered. "That's disgusting. You people are pigs."

Digger shook his head. "How you talk about us, girl? We're family an' family got to learn to get along. Trust me, we gonna get real close. Now shimmy out those duds and let Trudy and LaVonne size up the competition. Don't be shy. We've all seen pussy before."

"Fuck you!!" Sarah flared, swaying dangerously as she fought a wave of nausea. "I'd rather die! Give me my shoes, I'm leaving."

Digger calmly shook his head. "That's no good, just no good at all. See, I asked you to do something and when I asks a bitch to do something, I want it done and done fast. I don't like being disobeyed and I won't stand for no sass. Somebody always got to be punished when one of my girls talks like that. But since you're new, I'll let you off easy. I'll punish LaVonne and Trudy here instead of you. Trudy, you first."

Trudy immediately went to the dinette table and bent over, grasping the opposite side. LaVonne handed Digger a long, thin cane and flipped Trudy's skirt over her back, exposing her underwear. Without warning, the man spun and swung full force against Trudy's panty covered bottom.

Sarah gasped in surprise but her voice was drowned by Trudy's strangled scream. "Aaaaagh! T-thank you, Digger." As soon as she finished speaking, he swung again. Again, she screamed but gasped out a thank you.

After the tenth stroke, Digger ordered Trudy to stand. Sarah stared in shock as the sobbing girl kissed the man who had just tortured her. This couldn't be happening; it had to be a nightmare.

LaVonne bent over the table next, raising her skirt high to reveal a wide, dark bottom, naked except for a bright yellow thong running up her crack.

To Sarah's surprise, Digger handed her the cane. "Here, you swat LaVonne."

"Are you out of your mind? I'm not hitting her," Sarah sputtered. "She didn't do anything wrong. This is insane; I insist you let me out of this place, right this minute!"

"Nobody goes anywhere unless I say so. And you're right, she didn't do anything wrong," Digger replied. "But you did. Now she's going to take your punishment. Right, honey?" He turned to address LaVonne.

"That's right, baby," LaVonne agreed. "Somebody's got to answer for her disrespecting you. It might as well be me an' Trudy."

"See? Trudy already took a whipping for you and now LaVonne is all ready for hers. These nice ladies are trying to help you out and you won't even meet them halfway. Either you give LaVonne her ten strokes or I'll whup her ass twenty- five. Which will it be?"

Sarah was ready to refuse again when LaVonne spoke to her. "Please, lady. Just give me the whipping. I'd rather get ten from you than twenty-five from him. Please."

"Fine," Sarah agreed. "Whatever will end this nightmare." Taking the cane from Digger, she turned toward the table.

"Real swats, too. None o' that pussy shit," Digger warned. "Or you have to give her extra. LaVonne, don't you thank her unless she does it right."

Sarah lined the thin rod up with LaVonne's ample behind and drew her arm back. With a flick of her wrist, she brought the cane down with a respectable smack. LaVonne grunted but otherwise remained silent.

"See? That one was no good. A big fat black ass like LaVonne's needs to bounce when you whip it. She probably don't even know you swatted her," Digger laughed. "Now you got to give her twelve. You trying to make it worse for her? You pissed at LaVonne or somethin'?"

"No," Sarah answered. "Look, I don't want to do this. Please, isn't there another way?"

"Sure there is, baby. Sure there is. LaVonne, she wants you to take the twenty-five from me instead, OK? I don't think this bitch likes you, girl."

"No, I don't!" Sarah answered quickly. "I mean, I do. I do like her. I'll do it. I'll spank her." Turning again to LaVonne she whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

This time she swung hard and watched as LaVonne's ass rippled from the force of the blow. A long thin welt rose across her cheeks as LaVonne moaned and thanked her.

"Good, that's one," Digger said. "Eleven to go." As Sarah drew her arm back, he added, "Feels kinda good, don't it? Bet you're real grateful to LaVonne for finding you lying there in your own puke and bringing you to me."

A flash of anger went through Sarah and she swung her arm full force against LaVonne's ass. The black woman screamed as the room filled with a loud crack. Digger started clapping as Sarah swung again at the woman who was responsible for her kidnapping.

When Sarah finished, LaVonne was openly crying and huge welts crisscrossed her ass. She stood up and glared at Sarah while tenderly rubbing her bottom.

"LaVonne, ain't you forgetting something?" Digger asked.

Still rubbing her bottom, the woman turned toward Sarah. "Thank you," she said, her eyes shooting daggers at the trembling woman. When Digger cleared his throat, she moved forward and reluctantly embraced Sarah, then tipped her head up and pursed her lips.

Sarah stiffened but one look at the big black man convinced her to go along. She closed her eyes and leaned down, shuddering as she felt LaVonne's lips touch hers. A wet, stiff tongue caressed her lips before parting them, sliding gently into her mouth and teasing her tongue. Sarah stifled a sob and allowed the kiss to continue until LaVonne finally broke it off, nearly a minute later. Both women were panting slightly from lack of air as the black woman resumed her position behind the table.

Digger returned to the table and sat down on the edge again, tapping the cane idly against his shoe. "Now that we all know how to behave, let's try again. Take off your clothes. Unless you want the girls here to do that again," he grinned.

"No. I'll do it." Sarah quickly shed her outer clothes. They smelled so bad, it was actually a relief to be free of them. She stood in her bra and panties, shivering.

Digger gestured with the cane. "Come on, bitch. Lose the rest."

Slumping in resignation, Sarah reached behind her and unhooked her bra. As she pulled it off, Digger whistled appreciatively.

"Damn, baby. Those are some nice little tits. Pretty pale, though. You keep 'em covered all the time? They ever seen the light of day before?" The other two women joined in the laughter at Sarah's expense.

Fear and embarrassment made Sarah's nipples pucker enticingly, standing proud from the wide, pink areolas surrounding them. Two sexy buds, begging to be sucked. The dusky nipples contrasted vividly with the redhead's pale, almost translucent skin.

Sarah was utterly humiliated. Standing in a run down, dirty apartment, she was being ridiculed by a pimp and his prostitutes. After enduring the laughter for nearly a minute, she balled up her fists in anger.

"Satisfied?" she asked. "Have you had your fun? Can I go now?"

"Sorry, bitch. No can do," Digger shook his head. "You look pretty good up top, but that's just part of the package. Take off the rest."

Blushing, Sarah grasped the waistband of her lone remaining garment. Digger hooted as she peeled off her panties and straightened back up.

"Oh, momma," He exclaimed. "That is one sweet pussy. And a real flamer, too. The brothers are jus' gonna love that red fur. With a little training you'll be real popular. Turn around, girl. Let's see the south side."

Sarah obediently turned and faced the wall. As embarrassed and angry as she was, she couldn't help feeling a little proud as Digger inspected her ass. She knew it was spectacular. Hour after hour in the gym had sculpted it until it was a perfect curve of hard muscle, covered with a soft layer of supple flesh. Her pussy was barely visible, peeking out from its shadowy nest between her legs.

"My, my, that is fine," Digger said. "You are OK, baby. Spread your legs and bend over. I wanna see that pussy better."

Sarah spun around indignantly. "That's it!" she exclaimed. "I'm not letting you, or anyone else for that matter, see my p-, my intimate parts. I want to leave, right now. If you let me go right now, I won't press charges."

Both LaVonne and Trudy groaned in dismay as Digger shook his head sadly. "There you go, disrespecting me again. LaVonne, why you bring me a girl that talks to me like this?"

"I don't know, Digger," LaVonne apologized. "I'm really sorry. She don't know no better, I guess. She'll learn though, baby. She'll learn."

"I know she will, but right now somebody has to pay for her givin' me back talk. I can't tolerate this kind of lip from one of my girls. I let her get away with it an' it'll jus' keep getting worse an' worse." He stared at all three women for several seconds, then nodded at Trudy. "You bitches know what I got to do. Girl, you first again."

Sighing, the white girl resumed her bent over position at the table. Digger held the cane out to Sarah but she shook her head.

"No. I won't be part of you torturing anyone. I'm not doing it."

Digger smiled. "No problem. You hear that, Trudy? Girl says you deserve twenty-five swats instead of ten. Think that's fair?"

Trudy whimpered, then nodded. "Yes, Digger. That's fair."

Digger handed the cane to LaVonne, who proceeded to give twenty-five strokes to the screaming girl. Covering her ears with her hands to drown out the noise, Sarah turned away from the brutal scene and faced the wall. When LaVonne finished, Trudy collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Ignoring her friend's agony, LaVonne took her place at the table. She stayed bent over for several long minutes, quietly waiting while Trudy calmed herself, then slowly got to her feet and took the cane. Sarah refused to turn around as the white girl administered LaVonne's punishment. LaVonne's voice eventually grew hoarse from screaming as Trudy rained blow after blow on the black woman's exposed buttocks. Finally, it was over and the room grew quiet, except for the sound of Trudy catching her breath and LaVonne quietly whimpering.

"All this discipline has made me hungry," Digger said to Sarah's back. "I'm going to go get something to eat. I'll be back in a couple of hours to see if you're feeling a little more cooperative. LaVonne, Trudy, you stay here and keep the new girl company." Sarah heard the lock click as he closed the door.

 

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