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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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