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Subject: {ASSM} The Proxy (The End)
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Date: Sun, 06 Sep 2015 06:10:02 -0400
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By Proxy (The  End)
 
    The daily routine of  the shower and whipping and prod given to me, no 
matter whether I cooperate or  not.  Reinforcing I guess that I am at their 
mercy and she owns me.   Becoming totally docile and not resisting; but 
accepting the use of my body as  their right.  Rarely forgetting to call Jenita, 
Mistress.  Earning the  bite of alligator clips on my nipples and labia and 
once on my clitoris for  those miscues.  Remembering the pain and the 
pleasure I felt as she  squeezed the teeth tight on my tender flesh.  My moans of 
pain and  pleasure merging into a whimper of ecstasy.  
    Wondering to myself in  my leisure time from pleasing the four black 
men and occasional other man that  is brought to use me.   What might I not do 
to gain some foodstuff, or  piece of clothing or something that is other 
then the normal.  A warm  shower, a hot shower.  I think I would fuck a black 
bar of all its  patrons for a hot shower and a shampoo.  That is my world 
now, what I might  do to please and be rewarded.  
    My lips and tongue gave  Jenita such a nice orgasm the other day, that 
she brought me a scrunchy to use  in my hair.  I was so excited to be able 
to wear something on my  body.  It is sometime in the second week now or is 
it the third.  The  days blur and seem to move so quickly and slowly at the 
same time.  I  wonder what these men do for a living, that there is always at 
least two of them  here guarding me.  They surely don't need a girl friend. 
 They have  bitch Patrice to take care of their needs.  Smiling wryly to 
myself.   That is what they all call me now bitch Patrice, or black cock whore 
 Patrice.  Sadly, I now respond to that name, I know it is  me.
    Actually having been  taken from here and to some place with a 
"gloryhole" booth and servicing a  series of men with my mouth and cunt.  Not quite 
the black cock bitch that  night, as there were white cocks in the ones 
pushed through the holes.  I  could hear the voice of one of my male captors 
announcing a nice white girl to  fuck or suck your cock.  Ten bucks for a cum.  
I think it was an adult  store of some type.  Blindfolded there and back.
 
 The news not covering the missing  investigator other then a small blurb 
as to no leads.  A small comment on  Governor Nixon receiving an email, well 
he actually received two emails.   One to his official address, and then one 
to a Yahoo account that is private to  most.
    The first one  stating:  Governor Nixon, I am doing well, I just could 
not handle the  pressure of debacle that had become Ferguson.  I needed time 
away to rest  and sort out my thoughts on the scandal, that the exploitive 
newspapers are  making of our friendship and business relationship.  I will 
be in contact  soon with my resignation.  Let the media know  please.        
     Patrice Rust
    The second to  his Yahoo account stating:   Jay darling, I am sorry; 
but public  pressure, more about our "supposed" affair;  rather then Ferguson, 
has  forced me to take a step away and time to reflect.  I would like to 
see you  soon; but want it to be totally private with no chance of the media 
finding  out.   Kisses and a grope.      Love  Patrice
p.s.  I will contact you again soon.   You can tell them to call off the 
search.  I am fine physically; just a  little messed up emotionally.
 
 
    Those messages sent  from a computer untraceable.  My existence still 
as a black cock  whore.  Jenita having promised me something more to wear for 
being such a  "good girl".  Watching as she enters the building a woman 
with her  carrying a small case.   "There, there my sweetie,"  her hand  
patting my cheek and a soft squeeze.  Trying to keep myself from purring  from her 
gentle caress.  
    "Now I have promised  you something more to wear and I have brought my 
friend here to make sure it  looks good on you."  Her hand removing the 
handcuffs as she strokes my  breasts.  Making the nipples swell more and ache 
for her touch.   Feeling a warmth between my legs as I stand head down looking 
at my feet.   Shy in front of the other woman who pays me no heed.  Trying 
to control the  excitement of my body as Jenita continues to stroke my 
breasts and pats my ass  cheek familiarly.  
    A moment of confusion  in my mind as I think that I have come from a 
strong willed feminist, to a  mewling girl.  Then letting myself enjoy the 
moments of pleasure as Jenita  lets me know I have been good.  The other woman 
stepping away to the metal  table and having one of the men pull my blanket 
from the floor, lays it over the  cool surface.  My eyes full of Mistress 
Jenita as the woman and one of the  men work around the table.  Feeling Jenita 
step behind me and press her  body to my back, my legs almost buckling with 
weakness.  One hand cupping  my breast from behind, as her other one slips 
down over my tummy and cups my  mound.  Leaning back against her as her 
fingers curl up and squeeze my  labia.  Whimpering with pleasure as her finger 
slips between my cunt lips  and slides along the wetness of my weeping walls 
and then a moan as her  fingernail brushes over my aroused clit.  My eyes 
closing and enjoying her  attention.  Body quivering as she continues to 
stroke between my cunt lips  and over my swollen pearl.
    Hearing the scrapping  of a chair pulled to the table and opening my 
eyes to see the woman nod to  Jenita.  Her fingers slipping from my wet cunt 
and leading me to the  table.  Her voice in my ear,"lay down Patrice, I have 
a surprise for my  little white bitch." Her warm breath tickling my ear, and 
sending shivers  along my neck, as I climb onto the table and lay back.  
    Feeling hands grasping  my ankles and wrists and strapping them to the 
legs of the table and another  thicker strap tightening my waist to the 
table top.  Looking up  questioningly to Jenita.  "I am going to give you 
something to wear my  sweet."  Her smile secretive.
  Watching the woman as she slips on  gloves and then open her case and 
tears open alcohol swaps.  Dabbing my  left nipple with the alcohol, then 
marking it and clamping the thick nub.   My eyes watching fearfully, not 
protesting; but lips working wordlessly,  pleading with Mistress Jenita.  Feeling 
the sharp point of the needle  working into my thick nipple, groaning with the 
sharp pain and then closing my  eyes, not wanting to watch as the needle 
slides through and ring attached to the  end of the needle, then the needle 
pulled out and the ring inserted and  adjusted.  Watching as the woman daubs 
cottonballs and seeing the blood  absorbed into them as she lifts them away.  
My body trembling as she  prepares and punctures the right nipple.  The 
process quick and efficient,  except in my mind; where it seems to last 
forever.  Taking a deep breath  and feeling the woman's lips touching my nipples 
and kissing them and sort of  soothing the dull ache of the receding pain.
    "There girl, your  nipples are all done."  Seeing a look in her eyes.  
"However, we have  further to go."  Already feeling the woman taking my 
labia and quickly  piercing the left then the right side, adding a ring to each. 
 Feeling  sweat on my body as I try not to think on what just happened.  
The pain  minor, but uncomfortable.  Feeling Jenita pulling at the rings on my 
cunt  lips and stretching the punctured flesh apart with her fingers 
grasping the  rings.  Then swiping a finger along my cunt.  Wetting it and then  
putting the finger to my mouth lips.  Tasting and smelling my arousal as I  
lay helplessly secured to the table.  "That wasn't so bad was it  girl."  Her 
eyes unreadable till I feel the woman's fingers in my folds,  isolating my 
clitoris.  Twisting to escape her grasp as she pinches the  small nub hard 
and then slips the needle through the sensitive flesh.   Biting at my lip not 
to scream, but not able to hold it back, as the needle  slips through my 
pearl and a small ring threaded back.  My legs trembling  as I feel the pain 
abate and then the soft possessive touch of Jenita as she  teases my new 
adornment. 
    In spite of myself, my  hips raising up to her fingers as she tugs 
gently on the clit ring.  "One  more and we are done my brave girl."  The ring 
in the hood, almost  anticlimatic as I lay helpless.  Taking a wipe and 
brushing it over my  lips, then leaning down to touch her wet lips to mine.  The 
first kiss of  Jenita.  My eyes closing as my eyes fill with tears.  
Forgetting the  pain and soreness, just remembering the brief touch of her lips on  
mine.
    Not sure for what  reason Jenita had my body pierced, other then to 
show that she controls me  totally.  Turning the rings in my flesh and being 
allowed an antibacterial  soap after my cold water shower.  Jenita also 
touching her rings  possessively, and turning them in my flesh, making the 
movement erotic as I  find myself wet afterwards.  The routine continuing as I 
truly become her  bitch.  
    Looking forward to the  pain as much as the sexual pleasure of the men 
and her fucking me daily.   Feeling a sense of loss on the days she won't 
let me pleasure her.   Kneeling in front of her, "my little white trash slut, 
I have another surprise  for you girl.  You are ready to do what needs to be 
done girl.   Tomorrow I will give you the surprise."  Smiling as I see that 
Jenita is  truly excited and happy.
    Opening her cheap  Tablet and placing it on my metal table for me to 
compose an email to Governor  Nixon.  In this case it will be send to his 
Yahoo account and not to the  Governor.
 
    Jay darling, I think we  need to meet, I need to explain my behavior to 
you and I also miss you very,  very much.  I need that special something 
that you give me when we are  alone.  And I am ready to give you a very 
special something that you  haven't had in a long, long time.  I will meet you at 
our usual place Drury  Inn at O'Fallon.  I will be there tomorrow at 7 PM.  
You know our  usual room, I have it booked already.  Kisses and a  grope.    
 Love Patrice     
p.s.    I will be thinking hard  and long about you tonight.
 
    Jenita kissing my  forehead and closing the computer.  " I will send it 
tonight and see  if we get a reply tomorrow.  Then you will go to please 
your  Governor.  And you will give him a message from me when you are  done."  
Her hand dragging over my cheeks and another kiss on my  forehead.  Feeling 
flushed at having pleased her and making her  happy.  
    Still sleeping huddled  in my dark room and having my morning cold 
shower and subsequent session with  the belt and prod.  Waiting for Jenita's 
return and taking care of the  morning wood for my captors.  Feeling well used 
and nasty with black  cum, when Jenita returns in the early afternoon.  A 
long black  shirtwaist dress, my first clothing in the long weeks or is it now 
months  since I last was allowed clothing.  A leash attached to my collar, 
and  docilely following Jenita as she leads me to a black limo.    Kneeling 
at her feet head down as we drive to an estate, somewhere outside  of St 
Louis.  Allowed my first hot shower since  my disappearance.  Luxuriating in 
the simple pleasure of  being truly clean.  My hair shampooed and  glistening, 
a bit  long, but manageable.  Looking at myself in a full length mirror and 
seeing  the glint of my body jewelry.  The small rings nicely matched in my 
 nipples, actually looking a little small in my thick hard nipples.  The  
lower rings even in my lips and the hood and clit rings symmetrical to the  
others.  My body still toned despite the lack of activity the past  weeks.
    Jenita had chosen a  black mid thigh dress for me, that hugged my hips 
very alluringly.   Intentionally zippered back to make full skirt with a Vee 
neck and bare  shoulders.  Showing lots of skin; but the Vee enough to hide 
my breasts and  my new jewelry.  A black bra and thong underneath.  The bra 
only to  add a layer of material between my nipple rings and the small cups 
of my  dress.  
    The clothing laid to  the side as Jenita escorts me to a massage table 
in an exercise room.  The  woman who had pierced me waiting for us.  Laying 
down as Jenita holds my  hand.  "We are going to give you some temporary 
tattoos and if some of them  look good on you my girls, we will do permanent."  
Hearing in her words,  that I would not be free of Jenita even after 
meeting with Jay Nixon.   Looking quizzically up at Jenita, softly asking her, 
what message I will deliver  as the tattoo artist, begins to trace and mark my 
body with her paints and  colors.  Not able to see what she is doing, just 
grasping Jenita's hand and  trusting her choices.
    The session last an  hour or so, and then waiting for the ink to dry on 
my skin.  My body now  transformed from the piercing and tattoo free one of 
my previous life, to one  reflecting Jenita's wishes for me. 
    Still not sure what I  am suppose to relay to Governor Nixon, as she 
watches me dress for my evening  appointment.  My bra and thong, covering the 
body piercings and then the  dress slipping over my body and fitting me 
perfectly.  Defining my waist  and hips and accentuating the long lines of my 
legs.  Hair pulled back to  nestle against my shoulders.  A little lip gloss 
and eye liner my only  makeup.  Any bruising on my body, hidden underneath my 
dress.  
    The leather collar  replaced by a delicate gold chain with a small gold 
plate with the word Raven on  it.  Underneath my dress my rings connected, 
one to the other.  Nipple  rings forming a "Y" as they join the one in my 
hood and a small linked one to my  clit and the two attaching to the rings in 
my labia.  The feel of the thin  chains making my heart beat faster and a 
moistness to my lips, my lower  ones.  And additional finely worked chain on 
my right ankle with the  inscription,  Alana's Bitch.  A raven in dark black 
on the  outside of my left ankle.
    Nodding my head in  understanding as Jenita (Alana) whispers 
instructions into my ear.  The  warm breath tickling my ear and exciting me at the 
same time.  Nervous as I  follow her to the waiting car and again kneel 
alongside of her in the  limo.  Her hand absently playing with my hair as we ride 
for a long time,  then into the city, seeing the Arch and then across the 
river to  O'Fallon.   Slipping on my heels and stepping from the car after  a 
kiss from Alana.  Being transformed as I step out and become the police  
investigator once more.  Confidently walking into the lobby and signing in  for 
my room.  Then quickly with an overnight bag, taking the elevator to  the 
room.  Once again functioning as a self sufficient  woman.
    Seeing admiring glances  as I pass from male guests and employees.  The 
smooth stride and sway of my  hips, making me smile as I think on how the 
men would like my attention.   Wanting to stop at the bar; but knowing that 
it is not a risk worth  taking.
    Opening the spacious  room and bed and checking the bathroom.  Nodding 
as I kick off my heels and  find the mini bar.  Breaking out a two bottles 
of Glenlevit and pouring  them over an ice cube.  Eyes closing as I enjoy the 
taste, the soft burn as  the single malt finds my stomach.  Meaning to go 
slowly and not mess up on  my Mistresses instructions.
    Ordering a bottle of  Bourbon to be sent to the room and preparing 
glasses for the upcoming  meeting.  Looking down into the parking lot as I wait 
sipping slowly.   My heart beating with worry in spite of myself.  
Rehearsing to myself what  I will say and do.  Making sure I remember the sequence 
and wondering if he  will believe my emails and that I am just confused and 
not actually  abducted.
    Slipping on my heels  again as the hour approaches 7PM.  Letting my 
mind dwell on the morning and  my usual ritual of cold shower and leather belt 
and prod.  Feeling the  moisture seeping from my walls as I relive the 
morning and the pain/pleasure  stimuli.  My chest heaving as I feel my nipples 
harden and the weight of  the interconnecting chain deliciously pulling on the 
rings.  My thighs  tightening as I sit on the side of the bed, sipping my 
second double  scotch.  
    The footsteps, not the  first set I heard; but hearing them stop at the 
door and the soft knock.   Pushing myself to my feet and walking to the 
door, opening it and seeing the  slightly overweight Governor of Missouri at 
the door.  A smile lighting my  face as I step aside for him to enter quickly 
into the room.  His hat and  glasses, hiding him from quick scrutiny; but 
not able to pass muster if someone  is actually looking.
    Pulling him close and  kissing him as the door is partially open.  My 
warm lips parting and tongue  tracing his lips and pushing into his mouth.  
Feeling his arms wrap around  my waist and then squeeze lower to knead the 
flesh of my ass cheeks.   Moaning into his mouth as my breasts press into his 
soft chest.  The rings  teasing my hard nipples, moaning again as he pulls 
me tight against his  body.  Feeling the bulge of his cock in his boxers.  
Knowing he has  been missing me and what I give to him.  
    Breathless as I break  the kiss, closing the door and locking it with 
deadbolt and chain.  Then  leading him to the easy chairs and making him a 
four finger bourbon on the  rocks.  Picking up my scotch and toasting him with 
a clink of  glasses
    Kneeling in front of  Jay as my hands push his knees apart.  Looking up 
at him and putting a  finger to his mouth.  Hushing his words, his 
questions.  Smiling  sweetly.  "I will explain later darling."  My hand snaking up 
this  thigh, feeling the tension in his thigh and brushing the bulge in his 
trousers,  as my fingers grasp it and squeeze with the reward of a moan from 
his  lips.  Feeling the shaft swelling under my fingers as I trace the 
length to  the knob.  Knee walking closer, between his legs.  Both hands moving  
to his waist and undoing his belt buckle.  Slipping the it losses then the  
tab of his trousers.  My chest heaving in long deep movements, as I use my  
fingers to pull down the tab of his zipper.  The teeth disengaging with a  
soft "whisk" of sound.  Pulling the sides apart and giving a little  
"gigglesnort" as I usually do when I see the fire trucks on his boxer  shorts.  Jay 
always having some boyish item patterned on his  shorts.
    What is not boyish is  the cock, pressing against the material of the 
shorts.  My fingers reaching  into the fly and feeling the warm softness of 
the outer covering of his  cock.  Looking up at him as my fingers long 
fingers snake around the  pulsing shaft and stroke up the shaft to the thicker 
mushroom cap.  Then  sliding them down again.  Hearing his moan as my fingers 
tighten and work  up again to the cap.  Thumbnail tracing the thick cum vein 
and pressing on  the joining of shaft and gland.  His hips turning and 
lifting as I squeeze  again the hidden cock.
    Licking my lips as my  hand slips out of the fly and reach to his 
waistband, urging him to lift up,  hands grasping the armrests, as I pull down 
his shorts and trousers.   Slipping them off of one leg then the other.  
Looking up and transfixed for  a moment by the swaying of the normal length shaft 
and head; but gazing at the  extreme girth of the swollen flesh.  Feeling 
my thighs squeeze on  my own swollen flesh as I mentally think of how it will 
feel inside of  me.
    Reaching with my hands  one more time and pulling the fat thickness 
away from his soft belly.  The  knob already leaking a clear fluid from the 
distended piss hole.  Rubbing a  finger pad over the slick moisture and coating 
the velvety knob with the  precum.  
    Then lifting on my legs  and leaning forward to touch my tongue tip to 
the small hole.  Tasting his  precum as I slide it over the spongy cap.  
Licking greedily at the  mushroom, as I moan with a gasp of warm breath to wash 
over the aroused  organ.  Feeling my thong drawing moisture as I wiggle on 
my knees.   Spreading my lips wide as I feel them stretched more as the 
turgid head and then  thick shaft enter my warm welcoming mouth.  Lips sealing 
on the thickness  of the girth.  Feeling the thick vein raised on the outside 
as I bob the  crown against the back of my throat, then draw back.  Rocking 
on my knees  as I suckle the man meat.  eyes closing as I savor the feeling 
of my cheeks  ballooning, one side then the other as I turn my head 
slightly with each  movement of my head.  My reward, the loud groans of the man 
sitting in  front of me, knowing he is enjoying the movement of my cheeks 
drawing in and out  and his thick knob tickling my throat.  
    Feeling his hands  reaching forward and grabbing my hair and head.  
Trying to control my  movement; but not quite succeeding as I continue massage 
his thick shaft with my  lips and tongue and cheeks.  Reaching with one hand 
to find the heavy hairy  sack of his nuts.  Rolling them gently in my palm 
as my fingers massage the  tender morsels.  
    His moan a heavy  panting now as his hips are rocking up on the edge of 
the seat.  His hands  more forceful on my head.  Trying to hold it steady.  
Looking up at  him with my hazel eyes and seeing the desperation building 
in the tension in his  body and the straining of the veins in his neck.  His 
face red with the  strain.
    Sitting back on my  heels and letting the fat head slip from my lips 
with a soft "pop" of wet  flesh.  The cock shaft quivering and spraying my 
face with spittle as I  look up at him, and sit up and slip my thong off of my 
legs.  Feeling the  wetness and then dragging the soggy material over her 
cock and flipping it  against his chest.  Watching as he catches it and lifts 
it to his  face.  Inhaling the scent of my aroused musk.  Smiling at him as 
I  lift to the reach to the nightstand alongside of the chair, and fumble a 
condom  out of my purse.
    "Do you want to use  this darling, or should we go bare back?"  His 
answer quick,  "I need  to feel your pussy massaging my cock."  Dropping the 
condom on the floor  and pushing myself to my feet.  Looking down at him 
sitting naked from the  waist down.  His thick prick coated and shiney with my 
saliva, well lubed  as I position my body over his lap.  His hands reaching to 
my thighs; but  quickly spearing the knob with my messy cunt lips.  Hearing 
his grunt, or  was it mine or both, as I let my body sink down onto the 
thick cock.  A  long moan of pleasure as the knob ripples against my kegeling 
walls.   Stretching them and the walls shrinking behind the head to grasp his 
cock like a  glove on a hand.
    Giving him a hard  welcoming kegel, as  my labia rub against his pubic 
hair, itching and  scratching the tender flesh.  Holding the kegel for at 
least five seconds  as I sit bottomed out facing him on his lap.  Then using 
my long legs as  fulcrums, rocking with a toe and heel motion to slide up and 
down his  prick.  This position on one of those long dicked men would have 
me feeling  the discomfort of my womb being prodded by the blunt tip.  With 
Jay, the  length just right.  
    Feeling his hand moving  to my small breasts and kneading the flesh in 
my lightly padded bra.  Not  sure if he can detect the nipples rings, which 
aren't overly big and  flashy.  
    Whimpering as much from  his fingers on my breasts as the feeling of 
his cock embedded in my cunt.   Hissing as I feel my need grow, and my walls 
cramping and contracting on his  cock and a small orgasm shakes my insides.  
My walls continuing to clamp  and clench on his cock, milking it steadily 
and feeling the head rippling the  length of my cunt as I raise up and slap 
down with a wet smack of flesh  meeting.  
    My hands grasping his  wrists and pulling them from my breasts with an 
effort, Jay knowing how  sensitive my nipples are and how weak and 
vulnerable I am when they are being  touched.  Raising his hands behind his head and 
holding them there as I  ride his cock with my slick cunt.  Feeling the 
grease leaking from my cunt  lips with each stroke.  My juices being suctioned 
out in wet suckling  sounds to coat the joining of our bodies.
    Watching as he closes  his eyes and the veins strain in his neck, face 
flushing and his hips violently  lifting to meet my toe and heel rocking 
motion.   Feeling the fat head  as it erupts a fertile jolt of seed against my 
walls and pressing it to the  opening of my womb.  His hips bucking up to me 
and I know each buck is a  thick load of cream filling my cunt.  The man is 
a reservoir of creamy  white seed.  My eyes slitting as I clench and work 
my cunt on his  prick.  One hand now moving to my mound and rubbing hard at 
the bump of my  pearl and the embedded ring.
    Then shuddering as I  ride a long hard orgasm.  My toes curling and 
legs tensing as my cunt  contracts spasticly on the still hard cock.  Finally 
with a last small  quiver of my body, laying on his chest and feeling the 
pounding of our hearts  from the exertion of this fuck.  My lips nibbling his 
neck and working the  flesh tenderly; but with my teeth.  Giving him a hickey 
that will be quite  promient in the morning.  And yes it is intentional.  
He may not  remember as my cunt is still squeezing and release in controlled 
and measure  kegels.
    Kissing his lips with  my mouth a short while ago was sucking his cock. 
 His tongue probing my  lips and being trapped and then released by my 
teeth.  As my heart beat  lessens, I push myself up from his chest and released 
the pressure of my cunt on  his cock.  
    Slipping off of his lap  to kneel once more between his thighs, my 
mouth trapping his cock and sucking it  clean with my tongue and lips and then 
kisses and licking at the cream nestling  in his pubic hair.  Licking and 
nibbling on his inner thighs, glistening  with my grease and his seed.  
    Reaching between my  legs and swiping my hand to catch a puddle of 
moisture and noisily sucking it  from my upturned palm.  Seeing the look of 
annoyance on his face, as I  shyly clean my hand.
    Let me get a wet towel  and I will clean you properly Jay, then we can 
have a drink and talk and maybe  more if you want after that.  Walking 
tenderly to the bathroom, my ass  swaying delightful for his contemplation.  
Running water and with a soapy  wet washcloth and towel return to the room.  
Wiping him clean of all the  disgusting fluids coating his lower body and 
drying it, Watching as his cock  swells from my ministrations.  Taking my glass 
and walking over to the  bed.  Emptying the glass in a quick swallow.  The 
back turned to him,  reaching back and undoing the zipper on my dress.  
Sliding it down almost  to the small of my back, then undoing the snaps of my bra 
and turning sideways,  slipping the dress down over my hips to pool around 
my ankles on the  floor.  My bra sliding down my arms a moment later.
    The hard nubs of my  nipples displaying to me the drape of the finely 
worked gold chain swooping from  my breasts to my cunt.  Turning full face to 
the mirror over the bureau and  seeing the look in his eyes as he looks at 
my ass and lower back.  Then  turning to him full face.  Letting him see the 
full beauty of my body  jewelry and the inscribed words on my body.  The 
cursive script on my lower  back with an arrow pointing down the top of my 
crack reading, "Cum Here  Please."  The words on the front of my body, a nice 
cursive script in an  ebony black.  Under my breasts.  JAY'S WHORE."  Just 
under my  bellybutton the notation.  "Count them up, each is an individual 
black cock  that has had this Black Cock White Slut." A  series of <=   <= <= 
in lines under the words.  A magic marker 32 Total hand  written.   Then a 
semicircle of words from thigh to thigh.   "Black Cock Sperm Bank....Deposit 
Within"  
    The shock registering  on his face, making the Governor speech less for 
a long minute, as he just  stares as the totally different looking woman.  
My cunt lips swollen and  red, the rings visible with seed leaking from my 
cunt.  Seed that I held  purposely and then pushed out as I disrobed.
    "My Mistress asks me to  extend her greetings to you.  She hopes that 
you have enjoyed this gift of  my body and you may continue to enjoy it for 
the rest of they night.  She  thinks that you should have used the condom, as 
she isn't sure if any of the 32  black men I have serviced in the past 
weeks has a disease or not.  It is  why she is lesbian and will not let a cock 
enter her body.  She wishes that  she might have fucked you instead of you 
me.  She would have loved to  insert her strappie into your ass and then your 
mouth.  You have wronged  her and she feels that she has now fucked you By 
Proxy."  Bowing my head  and walking to the Governor, letting him see the 
beautiful jewelry that adorns  my body.  "I am sorry Jay; but she says that 
tonight is the last time we  will be together, unless she allows differently."
    My eyes dropping to his  lap and the semi-stiff cock, swaying.  I am 
not sure if he is excited by  the prospect of having me again, or if his fear 
of what diseae the black men  might have carried.
    Watching as he  wordlessly dresses and and hurriedly sidesteps past me 
to the door.   Fumbling with the locks as he hurries to the parking lot, his 
glasses and hat  forgotten.
    Standing unsure of  myself, actually would have loved his fat cock in 
my body one more time; but  alas I think our affair is ended.  The black men, 
two of them entering the  room and looking around.  Taking the two cams 
from their resting places and  looking at me, reading the words and laughing 
hysterically.  Then one and  the other fucking me good.  My body pleasureable 
sore and used as I redress  and walk down to the long black stretch limo in 
the parking lot.  Handing  Alana the cams as I kneel alongside of her in the 
car for the ride back to her  mansion.
    Alana very well  known  to some, those that are into the the Dark BDSM 
genre of music.   Queen of the Dark she is known as.  Not just because of 
her songs; but also  for her lifestyle.  Unfortunately, Jay Nixon picked one 
of Alana's lesbian  loves to sexually harass, fuck and then terminate her 
employment from service  with the State of Missouri.  
    
 
From Fox News, Breaking  News
 
It seems that the missing Missouri State Police  Investigator Patrice 
(Raven) Rust has re-emergence after being missing for  almost six weeks.  She 
contacted Governor Nixon, and told him that she is  submitting her resignation. 
 Unconfirmed sources says that she has had a  nervous breakdown and has now 
turned to a Goth lifestyle and is rumored to be  working with  Alana, the 
Queen of the Dark as security chief.  The  Grammy winner with her dark music 
and lyrics, lives on a large estate oustide of  St. Louis.  No comment from 
Governor Nixon, other then that he will be  accepting her resignation.  We 
assume that they have broken up as an  unofficial couple, as there are rumors 
also of Jay Nixon and his wife getting  back together.  We will just have 
to wait and see.
 
Filed by Megan Kelly, Fox  News
    
    
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