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From Fox News Breaking News.
Although not yet confirmed it appears that Missouri State Police
Investigator Patrice (Raven) Rust has gone missing in Ferguson, Missouri earlier
this week. Ms. Rust is an experienced investigator with nearly twenty years
experience as a Military Police Officer, and Provost Marshall before being
assigned to the Ferguson task force. She was previously head of security
for Governor Jay Nixon and it is rumored that he personally assigned her to
the ever evolving story in Ferguson. He was notably upset at today's news
conference and became livid when asked his relationship with the 43 year old
raven haired beauty. His wife and the Governor has been estranged for
over three months, shortly after Ms. Rust assumed the duties of head of
security for the Missouri Governor who is under fire for the out of control
situation in Ferguson.
Filed by Megan Kelly, Fox News.
Fair and Balanced.
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The abandoned factory was cold. A chill permeating the early morning
rain. The windows opaque with a buildup of grime. The windows that
weren't broken. Debris littered the crumbling concrete floor, no longer neat and
orderly. Rust stains in the standing water pooled around the exposed
rebar. Dripping water still echoing loudly in the almost empty expanse of the
hollowed walls. The tapping of the droplets and the sonorous claps of
thunder and intermittent flashes of lightning, adding to the gloom and feeling
of helplessness.
Raven hung from an old long forgotten chain hoist, in the middle of
the former production line. Cold, shivering, naked and swaying gently. She
along with five others, watching the news on the twelve inch portable TV,
salvaged from the offices. The picture was ragged and flickering in and
out, the signal barely received by the broken "rabbit ear" antenna and the
sound distorted by speakers laboring to produce the words of the disappearance
of the special investigator.
Raven's arms burning as the weigh of her body pulls on the wrists
bound and looped over the hook of the old rusty chain fall. Oil dripping onto
her head and shoulders from the recently lubricated machinery.
Jenita rising and running her hand over Raven's ass, hip and then down
her leg. Jerking at the soft touch, the soft caress of the fingers along
her flesh. Raven feared her the most, for she was the cruelest. The four
men were thugs, street punks whose desires were easy to see. They wanted
to fuck her. But Jenita, she wanted to inflict pain. She wanted the while
lil piggie to squirm and beg and cum. She raked her nails over the tanned
ass cheek and watched as the thin red lines quickly became warm as the cuts
oozed thin lines of blood. Raven's body jerking again, to escape the
tantalizing touch and caress of the black woman. Her bound ankles flailing
weakly after hanging for hours just inches from the floor. Her toes curled
downward to take weight off of her body. Not able to sustain the pressure
for long and her arms again sustaining her body weight.
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Patricia Rust, I have come a long way from being a member of the armed
forces, Military Police. Working my way up to Provost Marshall at a post
and rank of Lieutenant Colonel. The lack of movement in the past years,
showing that I had reached my highest rank. The shift to the private sector
of law enforcement not difficult and becoming a Special Investigator for
the Governor working well for my future as I look to move into Federal or the
Private sector of Security. A stepping stone, one foot at a time, that is
all it takes. That and some luck and some contacts. Meeting Governor
Jay Nixon at a social function this latest stepping stone. Not sure if he is
really going through a phase or his wife is a bitch; but he has latched
onto my skirt the past few months. On it, under it, in it. The affair
supposedly secret; but try to keep a secret from the public. His wife estranged
now, and my name whispered not too quietly as his mistress.
My having received the appointment of Special Investigator shortly
after meeting the Governor in public and then in private, not helping with the
grind of the rumor mill. The simple truth, yes, I am doing the Governor,
yes I am using him to help me get a much better job. The no, is that the
public scrutiny is adverse to my goals.
A woman must do what she must do to get ahead. I am not sure if doing
a General is equivalent to doing a Governor; but none of the generals
complained, at least that I heard about. Jay is getting a most satisfying
"piece of ass". It is how I worked my way up through the ranks, after I
learned the fact of life in the military. Sleeping with lower ranking officers
as I rose up the ranks and with some members of Congress; but with the
recent scandals of the past few years, the higher ups not willing to take the
chance of being caught fucking a subordinate.
Now I have an opportunity with this Ferguson problem of advancing
myself into the public media, not the way that Jay has bumbled it with his lack
of discretion; but with a resolution that will end the rioting and heal
the misunderstandings of law enforcement and the civilians.
The New Conference last night informational; but not of any other real
significance; other then it gave Jay a chance to share some time with me
in his office after the drive back from Ferguson. The ride casual as he and
his press secretary and me rode back in his limo. Nothing scandalous
about that; other then the press secretary leaving after an hour of further
discussion and just Jay and I in his office.
The chit chat very casual for a few minutes, then Jay stopping and
looking at me with his hungry eyes. Thinking to myself, how needy a man can
be when he finds a woman willing to give him what his wife can't or won't.
Smiling as I watch his eyes from behind his desk, as they follow the
movement of my legs as I cross and recross them. His nervousness giving away the
fact that he isn't thinking of Ferguson; but of my legs and what is
between them.
My navy blue uniform suit, that I wear for media appearances, quite
attractive on my figure. At least I and Jay think that is true. The coat
unbuttoned at the moment, the sides open and showing the white blouse and
dark tie laying across my chest, and the skirt to my knees when standing; but
hiked a bit higher with my repeated movement of my legs. My sensible heels
adding to my height. My hair pulled back in a tight bun. Giving a
straightforward look of class and confidence, a no nonsense look that stood me
well in the military.
Not your classic beauty in any sense. Tall, a family trait at 5'10"
and weighing around 140 pounds of toned flesh. My hair shoulder length and
a little longer. Dark and glossy the source of my nickname, Raven. My
nose a little long; but thin and my mouth a little long; but full. Square
shoulders and good posture lending to my stature. My breasts small, with the
thick nipples looking so out of place on the small mounds. My tummy flat
and toned, if not those of a body builder. My hips flaring wider; but not
carrying much excess weight on my firm buttocks. The slight roundness of my
mound and the fleshy lips between my thighs, attractive to men when they
get a chance to see them. Then my long toned thighs, legs that go on
forever it seems. They are my best feature by far. All of it coated with a
summer tan that has just the briefest of bikini lines. The white patches
around my nipples and the small triangle of flesh framing my labia. Even those
spots sporting a light tan. My concession to propriety being a
lightweight tan bra and matching thong. Can't have those unruly nipples poking out
when I am trying to look serious and proper. And for those that must know,
my measurements 34B-27-37. As I stated, not your classic sex kitten.
Uncrossing my legs one more time, slowly deliberately and letting them
set flat on the floor as I sit back in my seat. My skirt slipping up
another inch on those creamy smooth thighs. Then watching as I let the legs
fall open a little, then a little more. Seeing him stopping in mid
conversation as he waits to see what is nesting between my legs.
Laughing to myself at how easily men and this man is particular are to
manipulate. Already knowing the his huge wooden desk is hiding a bulge in
his pants. Not having decided if I will give him a little of Patrice's
nookie, or just continue teasing him. His tongue wetting his lips as he
looks up to my face, a flush of excitement working the soft flesh of his face.
Standing up and walking to the door, my fingers deflty turning the
lock and turning back to him. Hands on my hips, my chest trust forward, as I
look over at him and see his hand fondling the bulge in his lap. A soft
laugh as I walk forward and lean over to kiss his lips. His warm breath on
my lips, as I spin his chair around and kneel beside him on the plush
carpet. My fingers moving to his trousers, finding his fly and zipper and
whisking it down with a soft sound. My long slender fingers snaking into his
trousers and the flap of his boxers and finding the hard warm flesh of his
aroused cock. Delighted as I hear his gasp as the fingers wrap around the
soft flesh and works the stiff rod out to the open. The knob fat and spongy,
as I lower my head and blow my breath across the open piss slit. Feeling
him jerk and the chair squeak with the shifting of his weight. Stroking
the normal size shaft, as my other hand undoes his belt and tab of his pants.
Releasing his cock just long enough to push his waistband down and expose
the soft rolls of his belly flesh and the mat of pubic hair, surrounding
his turgid cock.
His ass lifting up as he pushes his pants down around his legs. Hands
gripping the armrests of his chair, as my tongue slips out and touches the
smooth cap of his gland. Slowly swirling around the head and then pushing
the shaft back to his belly, licking from base to the meeting his his
shaft and crown. Tonguing the defined vein on the underside, as my warm
fingers move up and down the swollen shaft. Stroking with my hand as my mouth
engulfs the engorged head, my other hand palming the hairy sack of his
testicles. Rolling them with my fingers as I lean down and kiss and suckle the
cream filled nuts. Hearing his moans and groans as I swallow one then the
other, tonguing them in my mouth, then releasing and taking his cock into my
lips, spreading them around the shaft and sealing his knob in my warm
welcoming mouth. Then lifting on my legs and working down his shaft with slow
measured strokes. Fingers continuing to stroke his shaft and massage his
ball sack.
His movement in the chair, signaling that he is about to lose his load
of seed. My cheeks hollowing and inflating as I suckle the Governor's
prick. His hands releasing the arm rests and pushing down, holding my head
over his groin, the smell of his musk permeating my senses, as I feel the
swelling of his cock and the gush of warm seed, being expelled the the
distended piss hole. The taste not unpleasant as some is; but not as thick as I wo
uld have liked. Thinking to myself, that he has been masturbating,
thinking of me most likely and depriving me of his thick cum. Tongue teasing the
underside of his cock as I milk my hand up the shaft, and take every last
drop of his seed into my mouth. Swallowing his cum as I swirl it around in
my mouth and then letting it slip down my throat.
His groans attesting to his enjoyment, as I pulled his pants back up
his legs and re fasten them, tucking his softening cock into his fly once
again. Not complaining as I stand up wordlessly and walk back to my seat.
Feeling the fullness of my labia, swollen tissue between my thighs. This is
about keeping him happy and not myself necessarily. I can take care of
that later with a vibrator.
Sitting down again and listening as he discusses once again our situation
and going over the plan of action, as if nothing had just happened. The
flush still in his face and a slight sheen of moisture beading around his
forehead the only signs.
The meeting concluded, walking out the door as I unlock it. Not kiss
goodbye, but not one expected, as he doesn't like the taste of his cum on
my lips. Closing the door behind me and nodding to the security man in the
outer office. No sign of what just transpired showing in my face or dress.
The clicking of my heels loud in the corridors as I work my way
outside of the capital building and to the parking lot with my car. All and all,
not a bad day and able to keep him happy with a simple blow job. None of
the mess of fucking him energetically and faking another orgasm or two for
his self esteem. The clouds and a misting of rain adding to the early
darkness as I turn into my parking lot. The black Impala, my company vehicle
waiting in the spot I left it earlier. "Damn." The word half muttered as I
see the white van, with the sticker on it for WKCM, Kansas City, MO.
Stepping from the shadows a news reporter with a ready microphone in her hand.
A man with a camera on his shoulder, my eyes drawn to the red light on it.
Then looking back to the reporter. "Ms. Rust, might we ask you a few
questions for our listening audience?" The mic now extended to catch my
reply. Not waiting for it, the woman speaking clearly into the mic. "This is
Jenita Peters, reporting for WKCM, I have Ms Patrice Rust here to comment on
the ongoing situation in Ferguson." The dark haired black woman, young
and aggressive obviously, and quite attractive as I continue to walk to my
car, not making any comment, as I try to decide if to even stop. My fingers
pressing the button on my car fob and hearing the soft click as the door
unlocks.
The key fob, slipping to the ground from my fingers as I fall
alongside of it, my body writhing in involuntary spasms. A scream of pain, choked
back in my throat as I feel the intensity of the shock coursing through my
nervous system. My eyes wide as I lay on my back. The barbs in my mounds
connected to the Taser now in the hand of the woman reporter as she stand
over me. A smile wreathing her lips as another man steps from the van and
places duct tape over my mouth. Finally feeling the pain subside and my
body return to my control.
The woman leaning over and pulling the barbs free and using the Taser
as a stun gun, as she presses it to my left breast as I lay helpless on the
ground. The intense pain, causing me to writhe again on the damp
blacktop. My scream a muffled sound as I try to penetrate the duct tape with my
voice. A soft laugh and another jolt of the stun gun pressed against my
mound.
Then a couple of more men, quickly taping my hands and feet together
and tossing me into the van. The woman climbing in the passenger seat and
turning to look at me as another man climbs into the drivers seat and two
more into the back of the van with me. The fourth man taking my keys and
driving my car.
Watching with fearful eyes as she leans down and touches my cheek, her
fingers a soft caress. "You may survive this you white piggie whore."
Her hand grasping my chin and lifting my head up to stare into her face.
Seeing distain and cruelty in her eyes as she releases and slaps my face hard.
The stinging and warmth on my cheek,and her smile the last thing before
everything went dark, as a hood is cinched over my head and around my neck.
The van bouncing as I lay helplessly bundled on the floor. Stooping
and the doors sliding open and then starting up again as the men pile in
back with me again. Feeling hands groping my breasts and between my legs till
the woman tells them to stop. Then laying for long minutes, not sure how
much time as the van turns one way then another. Not even able to guess in
what direction we are going as the woman as hit me a couple of times with
the stun gun.
Laying in the van as my piss sloughs around me, "damn she pissed
herself, stop shocking the bitch already." The ride finally ending with sudden
stop and then the sound of a door being opened and the van pulling forward
and a car following. The door slamming shut behind us. The van sliding
open and feeling my arms grabbed and my body pulled from the floor of the
van. My clothing nasty with the wetness and smell of my urine. My body
shivering in the night air as my from the wetness of my piss. Feeling the duct
tape cut away from my ankles and being lead unsteadily through a room
echoing with emptiness, and then another and another. Every sound amplified by
the barrenness of our surroundings.
Hearing the clanking of chains and then feeling my arms cut loose from
the duct tape and a thick rope tied around my wrists and then draped over
a hook. The clanking again as the chain links slip through the ratcheting
mechanism and slowly pulls my arms above my head and lifting me slowly
upward. My heels kicked off of my feet and my body pulled higher, till my
feet no longer touch the floor. My arms taking the weight, then my shoulders
as I stand on tiptoes, just able to touch the cool concrete floor.
The hood pulled off of my head to reveal the cavernous room, strewn
with refuse and trash and broken machinery and parts. Looking around at the
four men and one woman, all blacks. The woman looking every bit the news
reporter that she obviously isn't. My eyes fearful as I see that she isn't
carrying a Taser in her hand; but has replaced it with an electric prod.
The men laughing and joking behind her as she walks to me and sniffs. "The
white lady done peed herself guys. Sniffing again and then turning to one
of the men. "Take that nasty clothing off of her."
Watching as the man pulls out a knife and walks up to me and cuts the
coat and then the blouse from my body. Pulling my belt from the loops of
my skirt. Then my skirt is next to feel the sharpness of his knife. "Not a
bad body for an old white bitch. She just ain't got no tits." The point
of the knife teasingly pushing at the small cups of my bra, then curling
under the shoulder straps and parting them cleanly. Watching as he slips the
knife under the front of my bra and saws through it quickly, the ruined
material falling with the other rags of my clothing. Then pulling at my
nylons and sliding them down without using the knife. Swaying slowly with just
the thin material of my thong, keeping me from being totally nude in front
of these men and woman. Two quick flicks of the knife and that delicate
piece of undergarment becomes a rag also.
Holding my legs together as I swing slowly on the tips of my toes. My
thick nipples hard as they usually are, thrusting proudly from my small
chest. My lower lips full and not able to hide them completely as I squeeze
my thighs shut on the hairless flesh. Feeling a flush of embarrassment as
I feel the men and woman looking at my nakedness. As my eyes survey the
room, seeing a couple of the men rubbing their crotches, leering at me as I
hang helplessly from the ceiling.
One of the men scooping up my ruined clothing and taking my ID from my
purse and adding it to the pile. Putting it in a garbage bag and making
ready to leave with it.
My lips dry under the duct tape on my mouth. The young black woman
walking to me and reaching up to peel the duct tape from my lips with a quick
jerk of her hand. The glue adhering and then suddenly releasing my tender
flesh. Biting back a scream of pain as my thick tongue tries to wet my
lips. "Can't talk lady? Need something to drink. The woman turning and
walking to the man with the bag of clothing. Reaching in and pulling out the
soggy panties and bringing them back to stuff into my mouth. Tasting my
piss as she takes a piece of rope and ties it over my mouth, lodging the
ruined thong in my mouth. My arms aching and numb as I balance and hang
alternating as my calf muscles cramp, trying to keep my weight off of my
shoulders.
One of the men watching me through the night, the dull bulb in the
ceiling barely cutting the gloom along the walls of the vast room. The
morning light not much brighter then the light, as the rain pounds on the window
and drips from the ceiling.
Watching as one of the men brings the TV in from another room and with
a series of extension cords plugs it in so they can watch the morning
news. The woman watching then turning to me after Megan Fox had finished her
little blurp. "They found your cutup clothing and ID in the parking lot
last night, an anonomous tip led them to it. Now the search is on for the
woman cop, the governor's whore. You my bitch. And by the time they find
you. You will be truly that whore."
Her fingers trailing over my flesh again, touching the red lines of
her nails, and then touching the two puncture marks of the Taser. Feeling
the tenderness and moaning as I try to wiggle away from her touch. "You
don't like a black woman touching you. Are you too good for a black to even be
near you. Well my nasty cunt, you are going to have some black men, much
closer then near you; before we are finished my dear. They are going to
take every hole you have and you will learn to love and beg for their
attention."
"But first I am going to break you." Her fingers caressing the
fullness of my mound. The fingers sliding over the puffy lips and then dragging
back between my labia. My eyes closing as, in spite of my situation, I
feel the sensation of her touch as it slides over my hooded pearl. Moaning
into the partial gag as I try to shake my body loose from her touch; but
feeling her hand on my ass, holding me as her fingers slip between my groove
again, deeper this time. The nails that slit my skin so easily a few minutes
ago, now tapping on my clit. Feeling the heat in my flushed face, matching
the heat of my swelling labia as she continues to tease my pussy.
Flailing at her with my legs weakly as I try to escape her fingers.
The woman stepping back from my legs and bringing up the electric prod and
stinging my cunt lip with a jolt of juice. My body shaking wildly, my arms
feeling like they are pulling out of their sockets, as my body jerks and
jumps. My groans loud even through the gag, as she moves around me and
continues to use the prod on my ass and legs. Feeling sweat beading on me as I
helplessly writhe in involuntary contractions of my muscles. Barely aware
as she finally stops and steps away from me. Feeling the chain lowering
and my feet touching the floor. The strain on my arms relieved as I wobble
flat footed, trying to stand.
Breathing hard as I stand watching the woman circling me. Prodding me
again and again with her electric wand. My body trembling as I try to
follow her as she moves behind me and then around front again. My body a
series of red marks, where she has goaded as one would a dumb cow. Jerking
even when she doesn't touch my body. Tearing streaming down my face as I
standing shivering. My chest heaving as I watch her set the prod on an old
metal work table. Now hearing the laugher of the men, as my mind clears and I
become aware of more then jusot my tormentor.
My eyes wide and shifting as I scan the men seeing them looking at me
speculatively, seeing me as a sexual object. Not one that is unattainable;
but as one that is going to service them without choice.
Feeling the strain easing somewhat as they crank the ceiling hoist
down and my arms are untied and then placed behind me and wrists locked into
my own handcuffs. Eyes down cast as I kneel on the floor and feel the hook
of the chain hoist being center on the links of my cuffs and hearing the
safety latch snap into place and the hoist cranking again, link by link and
then slowly pulling my arms up in the air behind me, not stopping till the
angle has forced my head and shoulders forward and bowed. Looking around
at two of the men are drilling holes in the concrete and installing eye
bolts set deep into the crumbling floor.
Leather cuffs place on my ankles and then my legs pulled to the
eyebolts and secured in place from the "D" ring on the leather cuff to a
carabiner attached to the eyebolt. My legs pulled wide to the side. The ceiling
hoist moved to adjust it and then to tighten up on my arms again, tilting my
upper body to the floor.
Eyes looking at the floor seeing the high heels inches from my face.
Feeling my hair grasped tightly and my head pulled back to look up at the
young black woman. Her other hand undoing the nasty gag in my mouth. My
lips and tongue working as she looks down at me. Her face a mask as she
reaches down and pinches my nose closed. Gasping for breath and opening my
mouth and feeling her warm bubbly saliva sliding onto my tongue. The frothy
spit balanced there for the moment it takes for me to realize what it is,
and then my mouth clamped shut under the chin as she releases my nose and
grips the underside of my chin.
"Swallow it Ms Rust, show me that you can follow instructions." Eyes
wide and hesitating. "Hand me the prod, so I can help to reinforce my
instructions with this titless cow." One of the men taking it from the metal
table and walking over with the wand in his hand. My body trembling as I
gulp the thick spit down my throat. The threat evident. Her hand releasing
my head and feeling her fingers caress the my cheek. Shivering more as she
is so gentle with her touch, where mere moments ago, she was going to
shock my system.
Watching as she kneels down in front of me, her face inches from mine.
"You are going to learn to follow instruction my old white bitch. Or you
are going to learn about pain and torture more then you will enjoy. Your
first lesson my dear, "her hand tapping the wand against my inner thighs.
"It will be that your body is not your body anymore. You belong to me and
whomever I give it to." A gentle shock against my soft inner thigh and then
she stands and walks away.
"She is yours." The woman flicking on a camera and then walking out
of the room. The men gathering around me. My eyes closing as I try to not
remember the next hour. The men using my mouth and pussy as their
depository. Each one having a go at my mouth and cunt. No foreplay, unless you
call my face being slapped by a hand or cock, or my ass and pussy being
slapped to get my juices flowing I guess.
My arms aching as my upper body is suspended. the ache not totally
taking my mind away from the physical soreness of my mouth and cunt being
fucked over and over again. My face and thighs dripping with the thick
strings of semen. Jenita re-entering the room and picking up the hand camera and
as the men step away, using it for closeups of my body and face. The
clots of cum on my cheeks and strings hanging from my chin. My hair white
dotted with splatter. My mouth a swollen sticky opening and then shots of the
cum hanging from my cunt lips and the puddle between my legs, my fat cunt
lips swollen and raw from the cock that entered it time and again.
Setting the camera down, "that my dear is your first lesson. You will
learn many more like this and some different. You will learn to do what I
ask you and immediately, no questions, no hesitation." Her hand pulling
on my hair raising my head up. "You do understand me?" Nodding my head
dumbly as I look at her. "Now, I am not going to gag you slut. You are not
near any human habitat. You can scream and yell; but if you do. I am
going to chastise you till you learn to not scream, no matter what is happening
to you. Do you understand." Her eyes holding mine as I give a brief nod.
Her hand whipping from her side and fingernails biting into my left
breast and nipple. A scream and then a whimper as she digs her nails into the
sensiitve flesh.
I didn't hear your response cow." Looking up at her, tears sliding
down my cheeks. A soft whisper. "Yes, I understand." Feeling her fingers
gouging my nipple and biting back a scream as she nods and releasing my
breast and nipple. The flesh aching with pain as I kneel trembling on the cool
floor.
"You need to drink and eat my pet, it will be in bowls on the floor.
You need to piss you will be given a litter box. The same if you need to
shit your lily white ass. Give her water." Her heels clicking loudly in
the mostly empty room.
A bowl of water set down in front of me and the chain hoist lowered so
I could lick and slurp at the water. Holding off for a little while, but
then lowering my face into the tepid water and lapping at the moisture.
Feeling the warmth of my cheeks as the men laugh and joke about their bitch.
And how they should get a couple of dogs from the streets to service me.
As bad as drinking and then eating from a bowl is. Having them slide
a cardboard box with litter in it between my legs and watching me piss into
it was much more humiliating. In between one or another of my guards,
using my pussy or mouth as they choose. Again my arms becoming numb from
the strain.
And waking from a dozing sleep to find my arms being lowered and my
cuffs freed from the eyebolts. Being half led, half dragged to a small
storage closet, maybe four by eight and left there with a blanket and a box in
one corner and a roll of toilet paper. The meaning clear as I huddle into
the far corner and tremble as I pull myself into a fetal position.
The long minutes in the dark turning into long hours and then finally
the door and some light showing as they lead me from the room to stand in
the open production room. The handcuffs still on my arms behind me, making
for a difficult use of the littler box during the night,; but at least
they didn't watch me.
Not knowing what to expect, but understanding as one of the men brings
in some fast food scrambled eggs in a bowl and some water. "Eat your
breakfast. " Placing it down on the floor in front of me. Finally kneeling
down and lowering my head to eat the rubbery eggs and lap at the water with
my thick dry tongue and lips. Trying to ignore the comments. Trying to
partition my brain to not to hear or feel. Partially successful.
At first trying to work out in my head why this is happening. Rape
me, I understand. Kill me I understand. But not this torture, unless it is
for a personal reason. And yes I understand the personal reason. I
recognize Jenita Peters. The name a play on words obviously. But the face I do
recognize and yes I imagine she has a personal grudge against the governor
and me.
Woken from my revelry as I feel a man kneel behind me and shove is
cock into my not ready pussy. Grunting as my face is pushed into the bowl of
water. Feeling the thick knob penetrate my entrance and then sink into my
pussy. Pushing my walls apart and feeling the slap on my ass as his groin
presses on my cheeks. Sputtering as I lift my head from the water and
feeling his hands digging into my hips as he holds me in place and continues to
pound into my mostly dry hole. His big hand lifting and slapping hard on
my left ass cheek, then reaching up and pulling my head up and back.
Riding hard as I continue to wobble on my knees against his onslaught and
finally feel him spurting his seed deep inside my scummy pussy. Feeling him hold
it tight as he shoots again and again into my cunt. Filling me with his
filthy seed.
Then falling onto my side as he pulls out and slaps me hard on the ass
once again. Laying there looking up at the black man, using me as a dump
bucket. Not even seeming to have enjoyed his fuck, just getting rid of his
morning wood as he zips up and walks away to watch the fuzzy TV. Laying
there as I feel the cum oozing from my swollen opening, the moisture
slipping onto my labia and then my inner thigh.
Pushing myself up onto my knees and just looking at the men. Trying
to memorize their faces; but finding myself thinking they all look alike.
The thick nose and lips, the shaved head. The large expressionless looks on
their faces, and the large white toothed grins as they turn to look at me
in turn. Both rubbing their groins to turn me on I would expect.
Fucking men, all men has always been on my terms. I decide who and
when and how and what they need to give me for this privilege. Not being
taken and used like a piece of raw meat, and having a cock shoved into my
pussy or mouth and then just working it till they discharge their thick seed.
Hearing a door open and then the steady click of heels behind me.
Turning to see Jenita and the other two men walking through the large opening
into the room. Trying not to show any response as she approaches. Her
coco skin contrasting the jet black leather mini skirt and vest and the knee
length soft leather boots. The girl shorter then me and much younger. Not
fat; but with a well curved body in her booty and breasts. Her chest
bouncing under the vest as she strides up in quick cadence to where I am
kneeling.
Her hand reaching down to grip my chin once again and lift my face to
stare directly into her eyes. Her nose wrinkling. "You smell like a
gutter whore after a night working your nasty body." Her fingers stroking my
hair back behind my ears and away from my face. The nails gentle and
soothing as I look up. My chest heaving nervously. Already seeing how quickly
she moves from gentleness to pain.
"Bring her to the shower." Her hand reaching to my neck and placing a
leather collar around it and then hooking a leash to the "O" ring.
letting it hang down and one of the men taking it and pulling me to my feet and
leading me through a series of rooms to a room with lockers and benches and
then a community shower. Well at one time it was used for showering after
a hard day of work. Leading me to a shower head that shows dampness around
the perimeter. And then taking the leash off and hooking a length of
chain imbedded in the walls to my collar. Undoing my cuffs and handing me a
bar of soap. A smile on his face as he moves to the valve and twirling it
and the first drops of water fall from the shower head in strengthening
sprays. Screaming loudly as the ice cold water splashes over my body.
Dancing to escape the spray; but not able to move far enough away, as my hand
frantically reaches for the hot water valve.
Hearing the laughter as I pull and tug at the time frozen metal. "Oh
we didn't free up that valve and have no hot water even if we had." One of
the men bending over with his laughter, as I dance under the unmerciful
spray of ice cold slivers.
A jolt on my right breast bringing me back to reality as I reach to
touch the tender spot where the prod has just touched. Screaming with
abandon as I feel another touch to my inner thigh this time, then another to my
breast as I move my hand to the spot, a second after the shocking impulse.
Finally standing shaking and looking at Jenita. My mouth wanting to scream
loudly, the water making my body more susceptible to the prod, but holding
back finally and seeing Jenita nod as I work my lower lip with my teeth.
Holding back the scream of pain and helplessness.
My body a series of "goose bumps" as the cold water cascades over my
skin. My nipples hard and swollen, thrusting obscenely from my pear like
breasts. Shivering as I huddle under the unyielding spray of moisture.
"Now. Wash your nasty whore body and do it quickly." Not looking as I use
the soap to lather up my body and wash the dirt of my past day's experience
away. My fingers reaching deep into my pussy to try to clean it thoroughly
of the feel of the black cocks and the seed that they left behind. Raising
my open mouth to use the cold water as a mouth wash and spitting the taste
of the cum from my mouth.
My whole body shivering with the cold water and the affects of the
ordeal. Finally letting the water rinse the soap from my body and standing in
the spray for long minutes, till told to turn off the water. Feeling the
chain undone from the collar and the leash re-attached. An old ragged
towel thrown as me as I am tugged into following one of the men again. Back
to the main room of this old factory, I am guessing. Wiping at my body with
the towel and feeling it pulled from my grasp as I stand halfway dried
off, my body still shaking from the morning coolness and my nakedness. My
hands cuffed again and pulled up behind me to the ceiling. My legs
attached to the eyebolts in the floor; but allowed to stand this time, legs
spread wide, my body partially tilted forward.
The wet spots on my body getting the attention of the prod as Jenita
works it all around my body. Concentrating on my nipples and breasts, my
cunt lips and inner thighs, and an occasional touch to my anus. Mostly able
to hold back my screams, as my body thrashes helplessly to escape the touch
of her wand. Finally, my body no longer cold; but coated with a sheen of
sweat as she lifts up my head, grasping wet strands of hair and spitting
into my face with the thick glob of saliva. Her smile evil. "Do you know
why I just shocked the shit out of you Patrice?" Numbly shaking my head in
answer and then feeling another jolt on my cunt lips. My upper lips
quivering as I realize my mistake. "No, I don't Jenita." Another jolt against my
left breast. "You may call me Mistress Jenita, bitch girl." A trembling
reply. "Yes, Mistress Jenita."
My head dropping as I hang limply. My legs weak from the prod. Arms
already aching from the strain of the chain hoist pulling them back and up.
Watching as she bends over and pulls my belt from the pile of my ruined
clothing. Hearing someone behind me adjusting the hoist and lowering my
arms as they shift the hoist back further on the track. My body able to
almost stand upright, arms extended behind me. My chest thrust forward and a
leather string worked into my hair to pull my head back as the end is
attached to my handcuffs.
Looking at Jenita and watching her eyes, and missing the sudden flick
of her wrist. The end of the black belt snapping between my legs and
against my labia. A scream of pain, wrested from my mouth and another. Her
hand now flicking up and under my exposed body with quick practiced flicks.
After the second snap, biting my lips to keep from screaming more. The
feeling the leather slapping against my breasts and nipples. Tears rolling
down my face as I try to escape; but am basically helpless to move from the
pain of the leather belt. Not able to look down, but only straight at the
black woman as she finally tires. Her breathing a little labored. My legs
trembling and weak, as my body cringes just at the feint of movement from
her wrist.
"Now, do you know why I am doing this Patrice?" Aware enough not to
respond with a head movement. "No, I don't Mistress Jenita."
A smile wreathing her lips, as her tongue traces the lower one and
upper. "I am doing this because I can and because it gives me pleasure to
watch you suffer. You are the proxy for our esteemed Governor, who I am not
able to show this kindnesss." Emphasizing her statement with a hard whip of
her hand. The wet leather, parting my cunt lips and finding the entrance
to my cunt. Hearing the wet slap of the leather on my flesh and seeing the
look of triumph as she looks down at my swollen labia and then at the tip
of the leather belt. Bringing it to her face and looking at the wetness on
the leather and sniffing.
"Such a naughty girl you are Patrice. Excited by the pain, white
bitches are kinky. We blacks are abused and suffer pain and hurt from it; and
you white sluts become excited by it." The statement or question hanging
on the morning air. I am shocked at my response to the strapping of my
cunt. But I can feel the moisture oozing from my walls. And in addition to
the pain of my cunt lips, I can feel a kernel of excitement in my core. My
nipples aching for a touch of that makeshift whip. The cool air, keeping
them aroused with a sensitivity, as I feel my face warm and flushed from the
humiliation of her knowing that I am becoming aroused, at the men slowly
understanding her words. Not understanding what is happening; but helpless
to change its course.
"She's yours for the now, she should be welcoming your fat black cocks
in her holes." A snicker as she drops the belt on the floor, stepping up
to me, again pinching my nose shut to open my mouth and expelling a thick
glob of her spittle into my mouth. "Swallow it my bitch." Gulping it down
as she stares directly into my eyes. Her hands moving over my breasts,
finger pads caressing the bruised mounds and nipples. Moaning softly as I
feel her fingers arousing me more as I stand trembling with each of her
touches. "You really are my bitch, aren't you girl." A soft pat on my cheek
and hearing her leaving the room.
Watching as the men gather round and lower my hands from behind me.
Undoing my legs and shoving their fat black pricks into my mouth and wet
cunt. Finding that my walls are receptive to their pounding thrusts. Trying
not to respond to them as they use my body again and again. But feeling my
walls squeezing on the invading cocks. "That white cunt of hers is
warming up to my big fat nigga cock. Now she is knowing what a real man feels
like." Again and again being raped by the four black men. Thinking Jenita
must not only have picked them for looking the same facially; but also for
the size of their cocks. My cunt rubbed raw and aching as are my mouth and
lips from the fuckings.
Lying on the floor in a puddle of male semen again as I have had my
lunch cooked macaroni and water in bowls. Already having asked to be let to
pee in a littler box. And having them watch me in that publicly in that
supposed private moment. One has thrown an old moth eaten blanket on the
floor that I curl up in and try to keep the chill from my body. My attempts
to talk with the men meeting unacknowledged silence. My questions ignored
as they talk shit to each other. At least once they all fucked my cunt and
mouth, they have left me alone physically.
The TV informing us, that their is a statewide search for me going on
and that a reward is being offered for information leading to my
whereabouts. The news doesn't seem to be scaring these men in anyway. And there has
been no attempt to hide their faces. My stomach roils as I think on what
that might mean. And worse, I know who Jenita is, not her real name at the
moment; but I know her face and someone who knows her real name.
My afternoon uninteresting, other then one of the men standing me up
and walking me over to the metal table. His cock filling my pussy and using
it to release his buildup of seed I guess. My stomach rocking against the
edge of the metal table as he pounds me from behind. Slipping out of my
tunnel and then rubbing his dripping cock on my handcuffed hands and leaving
me bend over as he walks back to and old sofa that they salvaged from and
office or something. "Your turn to watch her." Tapping the other man in
the room and then laying down and pulling a blanket over himself. Waiting
patiently, legs spread and my hard nipples brushing the metal surface
achingly. Knowing that usually when one of these men fucks me the other seems
to follow suit. But finally standing up and laying down on my old beat up
blanket and trying to ease of the chill of my naked body. The sticky
feeling between my legs as more cream leaks out to add to the crusty feeling
between my thighs and labia.
Waking from a doze as I hear the now familiar tapping of heels on the
concrete floor. Jenita back again and it has to be late afternoon as sun
as moved to the other side of the building. Still wearing her leather
outfit, not seeming to be bothered by the damp chill in the air.
"How is my black cock white girl doing this afternoon?" Her smile at
my discomfort as I grimace with her question, causing me to flush again, at
least getting some warmth in my body."I am okay, responding to her query."
Watching as she shakes her head in disgust and then seeing the prod once
again in her hand. Feeling its rough caress as she presses it against my
breast. Jerking but able to bite back a scream of pain. Eyes looking up at
her and then understanding. "I am sorry, Mistress Jenita, I am doing
okay."
Another flush of warmth on my cheeks and neck as I apologize like a
little girl in school. The only difference being the nuns used a pointer of
ruler to discipline, not a cattle prod. "Good girl. You are a bit slow;
but you are learning." Her fingers a soft caress on my cheek, as she tips
my head up to look down at me. My head leaning into her fingers and then
pulling my face back. A soft whimper in my mouth as I realize she is working
me with her hard/soft line.
Watching as she places a cloth bag on the metal table, her back to me,
then her hands moving to her waistband and zipper on her leather skirt.
The men looking at her, interest in their eyes and I think a bit of lust.
The black leather sliding down her smooth legs to reveal a tight black
leather panty. Her ass cheeks lovely and nicely rounded, the black contrasting
the coco skin tone. Her hands in the bag and then seeing the panties pull
tighter as she adjusts the front of them. Hearing the wolf whistles and
laughter as she turns back to me and I see what her adjustment was. A long
thick molded cock, jutting from a hole in the front of the panties. The
black prick, larger then any that these men have. Obscene in its length and
girth.
My eyes going wide, as I stare at the ersatz cock and understanding
registers in my mind as to what is going to happen. The woman walking slowly
towards me, the thick dong, waggling with each step. My eyes transfixed
on approach of the black monster. Everything in slow motion as I kneel
trembling, my hands twisting behind me. Feeling the molded form of the prick
against my cheek as I raise my eyes and look up to Jenita.
"Lick it you fucking tramp. You like black cocks, well here is
another for your mouth to savor." Her fingers reaching down and pulling on my
hair, lifting my head and then pushing the thick knob against my swollen
lips. Gagging as she centers it and uses a thrust of her hips and her hands
behind my head to bury the monster against the back of my throat in one quick
thrust. Eyes going wide in terror as the knob embeds in my throat,
blocking my airway as I wriggle against her mound. Arms trying to do something
to force myself from her impaling cock. Tears coursing down my cheeks as
her rotates her hips and works the thick head against the back of my mouth.
My heart pounding and lungs burning as I strive to push away from her. My
nose sniffling as I try to pull air, to the blockage in my throat. Head
pounding and my whole body shaking as finally she pulls my hair and
disengages his cock from my mouth.
Gasping in between dripping of spittle on my lips and snot running
down my nose. Huge groaning pants for breath and feeling the air, against my
already raw throat. The unlubed knob bruising the soft tissue. Looking
up helplessly as she tilts my head back. Seeing the pleasure in her face as
she rocks forward and the shaft againt teases the back of my throat. My
body shuddering as I expect her to hold it there; but this time she pulls
back and slowly skull fucks my face with long hard strokes. My lungs trying
to draw in air as she pulls back. My face coated with my tears and snot
and saliva as she fucks it throughly. Slapping my cheeks hard when she
withdraws it. Strings of moisture hanging from lips and chin. Breathing
raggedly as my lungs still burn and my throat is raw.
The long thick black cock, now coated with moisture as she pulls on my
hair and I struggle to my feet. Her hand dragging me to the metal table
and bends me over, like the man did earlier. My small breasts and nipples
crushed against the metal as she steps behind me. Her shoes banging against
my ankles, prodding them open wider, till my legs are spread wide.
Not even needing to think what is next, as I feeling the obscene cock
nudging the inside of my thighs. Feeling the thick shaft sawing against my
cunt lips, and blushing as I know she is finding them wet. A soft moan as
she slips the knob against my opening. Holding it there as her fingers
move around my waist and slide down to the folds of my mound. Fingers
knowing finding my clit and massaging the moist nub to take another moan from my
lips. A much louder one as the two men in the room walk to the other side
of the table. One grabbing my hair to look into my eyes, as Jenita rocks
on her heels and forces the thick black head of the cock, against my opening
and then into my pussy. The thick mushroom cap, expanding my walls, my
eyes rolling back in my head as she eases the length into my body. A steady
pressure till the blunt head rubs my womb opening. Groaning with the
uncomfortable fullness of the girth against my walls and the annoying feeling of
the blunt head on my cervix.
Seeing the men across from me rubbing their crotches. One pulling out
his fat black prick and shoving it at my mouth, forcing the nasty tasting
cock past my lips. The taste of my pussy and piss and his cum on the
stiffening cock.
Jenita relentlessly fucking my pussy, taking my cunt with the
monstrous prick and her fingers taking a cum from my body as I feel my walls
contracting and legs tensing as my insides grip his black cock and shake
uncontrollably on the thick shaft. My juices and the smell of my cunt musk now
thick in my nostrils as My legs quiver helplessly as she continues to pound my
white cunt. My nipples hard aching bursts of sensitivity as they roll
under my breasts mounds as she continues to fuck my body into the edge of the
table. Moaning helplessly on the prick in my mouth as he pulls back and
his first spurt coating my tongue and the rest of them splattering in
strings and droplets of cream on my face and in my hair. Choking as I swallow
the puddle in the middle of my tongue. Whimpering as Jenita pulls another
orgasm from my body. My insides roiling and clenching against the shaft and
then finding myself actually kegeling on it as I feel the need to cum
again. Hearing her laughter and the men as writhe on her cock, as she half
pulls free. My ass and hips jiggling to milk it for it seed.
HIssing and panting as I lay on the table. My toes finally uncurling
and my legs quivering as I lay much too weak to resist in any way. Hearing
Jenita, telling the man who did not fuck my mouth to cum at the top of my
ass crack. Feeling her pull back and a wet mushy pop of flesh at the thick
head is pulled free. My cunt lips feeling the cool air as I imagine they
are gaping and raw.
The warm seed wetting my back and ass crack, almost soothing, as I
feel it slowly sliding down the valley of my ass cheeks and forming a small
puddle in my ring and more slipping further to stream against my swollen cunt
lips.
My moment of respite short lived. as I feel Jenite rub his cock along
my cunt lips and then feeling her lift up, the thick slimey head and shaft
caressing my ass crack and then the blunt head against my ring, as I scream
from the pressure of the fat head against the small tight wrinkly hole.
Spittle flying from my mouth as I try to protest, and escape the expanding
pain in my back hole. Tears and pleas and groans, not withstanding, the
smaller woman slowly forcing the ebony prick against my ring and then with a
loud grunt, the head embeds in my colon. My eyes rolling back in my head
as I feel the thickness in my ass and then the shaft pushing through my ring
also. The small hole resisting to no avail as the molding veiny shaft
buries deep. Feeling it adding pressure to my stomach that is pressed into
the side of the table. The shaft seeming endless as she continues to feed
more of it into my ass.
Finally a moan of relief as I feel her leather panties against my ass
cheeks, knowing she has no more to feed into my body. The pull back almost
uncomfortable as the entry, as the ridges of the knob stretch my bowels
more. Her ass fucking slow and steady, not rushed and my body sort of
adjusting to the rhythm, the filled feeling not leaving me; but not painful as
the rough entry was. Soft moans and groans, as I feel my ring now stretched
and not resisting much. Eyes closed as I feel drool on the edges of my
mouth, slipping from my slack lips as I rock on the table.
The rhythm changing as she moves faster, and I feel her fingers once
again rubbing my sloppy wet pearl. My groan and moans, louder and now more
of the steady whimper as her fingers and nails, tease the smooth throbbing
surface of my clit. My ass clenching as if my cunt, kegeling on the
emptiness of my leaking walls. HIps rocking to meet her thrusts and then a loud
scream as my contractions again become spastic uncontrolled releases of
energy. Helplessly being fucked into an orgasm, my body writhing ganglion of
nerve endings as I feel her take my orgasm with cock and fingers and then
make me dance one more time on her cock. Not letting me enjoy the orgams,
but taking another, till I am shuddering in the thoes of unending release.
My body still quivering and trembling as she pulls the thick black cock from
my ass with one quick movement. One of the men grabbing my body, before
it slips off the table and to the floor. My legs not able to support me.
Taking big gulps of air into my lungs as my chest lays flattened on
the table. Then feeling my legs being folded under me as I am lowered to my
knees and the hoist hooked into my arms, to keep me from slipping to the
ground. Holding my body dangling and swaying on my knees as my head lolls on
my chest. Lifting my head after a long minute and seeing Jenita in front
of me, her obscene black cock bobbing lazily from her groin. Watching
mesmerized as she moves forward and shove it against my mouth and then between
my lips. My cheeks automatically sucking at the thick knob. Tasting my
pussy and my ass and male semen on the latex prick. Dutifully cleaning it as
she teases my mouth and lips and tongue. Not thinking, my mind numb, as
she finally pulls away, and turns to the table, the thick black prick in her
hand now, being wiped down with a sanitized towelette. Then watching as
she turns back to me.
The opening that held the cock, now showing a frizzle of dark hair.
Watching as she approaches and her fingers hooking in her waistband and
slowly rolling the leather over her hips. Exposing the smooth chocolate color
of her thighs and mound, and the thick bush of dark hair. Watching her
step out of the panties and then moving closer. Her scent preceding her,
The smell of her pussy strong and pungent as she stands in front of my face
and then rubs her thick pubic hair against my cheeks and mouth.
My body trembling as I try to move away from her; but her hand hooking
my hair and using my face to wipe at her swollen cunt lips. Smelling and
tasting her juices and feeling the rough hairs against my soft cheeks. My
head pulled upwards to look at her. "I gave you some orgasms white bitch,
now you will satisfy me." Her stance widening as she shoves my head into
her mound. The fat cunt lips and hair, scratching at my face, irritating it
and then my mouth being forced open with her pinching my nostrils shut.
Tasting her lower lips on my mouth lips. My tongue trembling as she forces
the fatty flesh against my lips and mouth.
Then in spite of myself, my tongue snaking out to lick at her pussy.
Tasting the moisture beading on them. Suckling them with my lips and
swiping my tongue into the opening. The creme coating my face and hair, as she
fucks my face with her black cunt. Taking her pleasure from my mouth and
nose, rubbing and wiping and feeding me her essence. Hearing a hoarse groan
as he trembles against my mouth, her body giving or taking her orgasm.
Using me as she would a dildo or vibrator.
Taking a deep breath as she releases my head and steps away, easing
her skirt back up her legs and the soft whisk of the zipper, signaling that
she is dressed. Walking to me, and her hand again caressing my cheek, my
face pressing against the soft fingers and feeling my uncombed hair brushed
back. "You pleased me girl, we are making progress." Turning to one of
the black men. Give her some pizza tonight and let her eat with her hands
in front. I will see you in the morning."
Excited by the freedom of eating with my hands and not like a dog for
a change. My stomach bulging as I finish a third piece of pizza and drink
down my second can of beer. Not even protesting when I have to give a blow
job and be fucked in the pussy. My barren little room, dark and cold; but
pulling the blanket around and sleeping soundly. Awakened and fed like a
pet unclothed and eating and drinking from bowls. Then a cold shower to
clean off the skank of the previous day from my body. My body shivering as I
pad bare foot back to the main room. Seeing Jenita there and being
hoisted with my arms behind my back one more time. Jenita, using the black belt
and prod to work over my body. A fine sheen of sweat beading it when she
has made me writhe and shake with the pain, and her hand swiping between my
legs to show the men the moisture of my nasty cunt, staining my thighs and
cunt lips. Her humiliation of me a repeat of the previous day and then
the black cock rape of my body again the next step, the only difference is
now that they fuck my ass also. Huddling on my blanket in the main room, as
they relax and watch news and cartoons. Jenita showing up in the late
afternoon and her fucking my body into a series of orgasms and then my licking
and sucking her pussy till she cums.
The routine the same with minor variations. Now in my sixth or
seventh day. I have actually lost track. My cunt lips as bad as my nipples now,
rarely not swollen. And the only time there is not black seed in my body
is when I get my cold shower.
My world this old factory. My spider webbed dark closet my bedroom,
my cardboard box with litter in it my toilet, my cold water shower and the
main room, where I eat, drink and slut for the men who watch over me.
Finding that if I please the men who use me, they will sometimes give
me a special treat or privilege. A great blow job for a Big Mac and fries,
or kegeling on their cocks to help them cum, might earn me bit of Chinese
takeout. The third or fourth day Jenita brought me another blanket and a
comb. I had to wait another day to earn the right to have my hand in front
of me so I could use the comb in my hair. Little things making my
existence better, as I learn to please the men and Jenita........
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