Perverts 'R' Us

The Ultimate Setup

By Mkarl

(Rape, Interracial, Humiliation, S/M, Betrayal, Brutality, Racism, Scat, WS, Pedo)




Chapter 1

What some guys won't do to create a fantasy? I grew up with a lot on my mind.
Personal history being what it was, I am lucky I got away as well adjusted as I
turned out, but I still realize I carry a lot of baggage and some of it has
really conspired to put me in quite the spot.

To begin revealing my tale in any sort of manner that will make sense, I should
reveal that I am a white male of twenty-seven years of age. Most people say I
look a little like Jan-Michael Vincent. I guess it is fortunate I have a pretty
face because I have been stuck with a cock that makes me wish those enlargement
contraptions advertised in the men's magazines actually worked.

Somehow, I managed to win the bride of my dreams.

Lean was a very popular girl in high school. She had her pick of dates and
favored the guys on the football team as she was really into the cheer leader
squad. I saw my grade point average suffer in every class I shared with her as
my mind was always on things far more darkly simulating then algebra whenever
she was near.

Lean had always been a looker with her red hair and green eyes. I would say she
most resembled Julia Roberts but with a slightly larger nose. Her body was the
stuff that wet dreams were made of. She had developed early and very well. Even
at twenty-seven she was still as firm as a teenager.

I had almost got Lean out of my system when she went away to university, but
then she returned to the neighborhood and it was like I was in high school
all-over again. I had managed to get a job at the local penitentiary which was
fortunate, as it was about the only job that I was suited for, available in our
small community. Life was looking good enough for me that I took a chance and
asked Lean out shortly after she moved back in with her folks.

Our courtship was the stuff of fairy tails, if mother goose had been a porn
queen. I was so much in lust with Lean that my mind went into twenty-four hour
overdrive creating fantasy after fantasy of my own 'dark' desires. I knew Lean
would look so good as the center piece of an actual enactment of my perverted
dreams that I had to make it happen no matter the cost in money, or time, or
even the loss of my immortal soul.

I can not go into my personal history as to what cultivated my sexual tastes
without dredging up some stuff better left unsaid but let's just say I had some
unresolved issues with my mother. Our community is almost exclusively Caucasian
and my exposure to minorities has largely been through the maximum security
facilities on the other side of town. Between my secret family shame and the
constant fear of a repeat performance, I evolved a fantasy life where the black
male took on an image larger then life. For me to ever deal with my demons I
needed to recreate the past and I could imagine no better player then Lean to be
the star of my production.

When I proposed and had her say yes, my heart leapt with unbridled joy. I knew
our marriage would likely end on the honeymoon and for that matter so might my
life as I knew it, but I would finally have my dream come true and nothing would
ever take that away.

The plan was simple but so much would depend on the execution and how Lean would
respond. The act would take place regardless of everything else but I had no way
to know if Lean would accept her shame in silence; run screaming to the police;
or become the nigger's slut I desperately craved for a wife.

I had been good to some of the 'boys' over the years, made a few contacts, maybe
in preparation for this day. Tyrone had done twelve years for aggravated rape
and was having a hard time finding work. When I offered the five thousand and
gave him the plan he jumped for the chance to do the 'job' for me. He had two
cousins he also recommended. He assured me they both had the size I desired and
an urge to do themselves a couple of crackers. I met with them just a week
before our wedding and made the final arrangements. They insisted on a full
confession to keep me from pulling a double cross and then the plan was finally
in motion.

Lean looked like an angel walking the isle. The veil obscured her eyes but I
imagined the look of ultimate love and trust as she gazed upon me. The poor
little bride had no way to know that she was only a few hours away from making
all my dreams come true... and that wedding dress she marched so proudly in
would be the same one she would take her black gang-bang in.

As Lean promised to love, cherish and obey me I wondered how she would honor
those vows after the 'hornymoon'. I tried to look into her eyes to imagine her
after the rape, but I could not get past the images of her just taking it. I
said my 'I do' and kissed my new bride.

I had rented a remote cabin on the lake. We would be miles from 'help'. I had
told the guys to be waiting so they could take us before she had a chance to
undress or anything. I had supplied them with handguns so my wife would not try
anything stupid. I had felt such a mix of emotions when I had detailed my own
role in the course of events. Tyrone could not help but laugh at me but when I
told him I was serious he just said it was my money. We arranged a 'safe-word'
just in case but I had vowed not to use it. I would probably only get one chance
in life to realize my dream and a beating would be a small price to pay to
experience such a delicious perversion.

I knew Tyrone and the brothers would be in the cabin. I lifted by sexy bride and
walked in to take my lumps, so to speak. The blow came from behind. I knew it
would be there, so I was able to react as if it had been real. I quickly threw
Lean onto the floor so that she would be easy prey and then dropped myself in a
feigned collapse. Tyrone pounced on Lean like the pro he was and let her have it
quick in the face.

Unfortunately for my bride, the slaps were real and the air quickly filled with
her cry's of surprise and shock. I was picked up and put into the chair by the
cousins. I took my first real slap across the face myself, as they told me to
not get stupid if I wanted to stay alive. They used steel cuffs to secure my
arms behind my back and put duct tape over my mouth to make sure I could enjoy
my wife's rape without having to do any phony protesting.

Tyrone surprised me in how well he was able to stick to the script. As he held
my helpless wife by the hair before me with a knife to her throat, he revealed
the plot I had so meticulously crafted.

"You don't know me honkys but I know you, white boy. You should've watched that
'tude cracker. You get off being the boss in the stir, but you forget the
brothers have family on the outside. The joke is you ain't never gonna know who
gave you 'this' wedding present."

I tried to resist against my bindings and screamed in impotent rage into my gag
for show as the nigger continued. "You have yourself an attitude problem white
boy. The brothers in the stir figured an adjustment would do you a world of
good. We are going to fix you proper... and your little white wife is going to
be the tool to do the job. How does that make you feel... Lean?"

The use of her name seamed to trigger something in her eyes. She was obviously
trying to process what was occurring. She had been so sickeningly sweet as she
had kissed her parents good-bye at the reception and then joined me on her ride
to 'doom'. She had screamed nice as Tyrone had slapped her, but now she seamed
in some state of shock. Her breathing was off and her eyes had the blank
expression of a deer caught in headlights, so for the most part I could not read
her until Tyrone revealed he knew her name.

Lean gave me a look like she wanted to cry, or scream, or die, or help me, or do
anything... except the knife at her throat was telling her to be still... take
it. Tyrone allowed his free hand to drop lower and grab her cunt. "You know what
all us niggers are going to do to your hot white body, Lean? Have you ever heard
the stories? They are all true. We are going to ruin you... and Michael is going
to watch. How do you think he will feel about you after we use you? Look at your
racist husband bitch. This is all his fault... Do you understand? You are going
to be violated and abused to pay off his white crimes. Think about that, bitch."

Tyrone was almost word for word as I had written it. I was so pleased with him.
He had never seamed especially bright when doing his time but I guess some sense
of professional pride had motivated him to do his homework. "Hey Mustafa, hold
this little bitch I have a message to give honky before we start on the honey."

I braced myself as Tyrone hauled back and let me have it. My head snapped back
as he held nothing back. Lean screamed for me as the tape effectively had me
totally at the nigger's mercy. I was even unable to use my safe word. Tyrone hit
me again. "You get off on the power, huh honky? You and the bulls have all the
guns on the inside, but you are so stupid. Out here we find out what is realllly
what... Me and my friends have the guns now! I could put this 44 against your
temple and splatter your brains all over this here cabin... but you would not
learn anything from 'that'. You see this is a lesson for you... We understand
you have a week reserved up here at this little honeymoon hideaway. We got a
week too... gonna keep keeping you company and makes sure you get educated
proper... Your wifey is going to have herself a fun old time. Oh she might not
like it tonight or tomorrow, or even the next day... because the truth is, we
are going to make it really rough on her, but by the end of the week... when she
realizes who to blame... then your perfect little life will be over and your
perfect little wife... welllll, just to give you something to think about their
are three of us and only one of her. She is gonna be one fucked little nigger's
slut"

The psychological terror was delicious. I could feel the menace off of Tyrone as
thick as steel. It was like this scene fulfilled his own potent rage against the
system. The truth is I could never be black and would never have any idea what
factors molded their culture. I knew what had been done to my mother and I knew
rightly or wrongly how my own prejudices had been shaped but it struck me as an
added thrill that this nigger might have his own agenda to fulfill before the
weekend was done.

I had laid out a timeline and detailed instructions for all of the main events
scheduled for the whole week and the first event was to be a mock divorce
ceremony to play with Lean's psyche.

One of Tyrone's cousins, the one he called Deon, had brought in our stuff from
the car. I had let the guy's know that I would bring the video tape of our
wedding. It was the only copy... and irreplaceable. It was also the first piece
to the 'divorce'.

Mustafa held Lean up by the hair and forced her to look into the camera as
Tyrone paused with the video in his hand. "I bet this is pretty important to
you, huh sweety? I bet you would just feel so sad if it should get all
destroyed."

"Please. We have done nothing to you. Let us go. No one will know." She wasn't
crying yet.

"Ahh, but you don't understand yet bitch. Your husband has offended us. He could
not be any more responsible for what is happening to you if he had paid me five
thousand to do this himself [the cheeky bastard]. You, sweet thing are just
going to pay for his crime. It is totally personal. If I was yous, I would want
to tell that useless prick how you felt for him getting you raped... Doesn't it
taint your loving heart? I mean did you see how fucking easy we took him? It was
as easy as taking a bitch! From what my brothers on the inside said, I expected
some fight or something but he is just a total pussy. If he ever stepped foot in
one of the blocks without his uniform he wouldn't last two seconds before he
would be a bitch... Fuck, I could have him on his knees punking in half that
time. How does that sound to you Lean? Would you like us to spare you and put
our big nigger dicks into hubby instead?"

"Oh god no! Please, just let us go." What a trooper my loving bride was.

"Hey Michael, your wife says she is going to take it for you... Fuck, I don't
know why... unless she is really not as upset as she be pretending. I always had
me a theory on white bitches. They look at us like we are all animals and
rapists, but I think that is hope more then fear... I think when we get done
busting 'our' wife's white ass, she is going to prove that old saying 'once a
bitch goes black she ain't ever gonna be back'... You just may be havin, the
fucking shortest wedding o record. Now before we go any further lets gets some
fun."

Tyrone popped the video into the camera. "Hey Lean, smile bitch you be on 'nigga
camera'."

Lean pulled to try to break free, but Mustafa held her directly in front of the
camera as the red light lit. "Hey Mustafa why don't you give the bride her kiss
since we missed the receiving line earlier tonight."

The young black stud spun my wife into his arms and took her for the embrace. Of
the three blacks Mustafa was probably the least handsome, although to me he
proved my favorite for exactly that reason plus what I would discover to be
between his legs. Mustafa's very name brought all my racist prejudices to the
surface even though I knew it was just a tag. I had expected to have an erection
from the moment I had entered the cabin, but the pressure of the situation had
kept me 'down' until I saw the young nigger put those big beautiful black lips
to my Lean.

"Niggers kiss better, huh Lean? Don't Mustafa have some tongue? He could have
himself any sister he want with that tongue. You gonna be calling him your
nigger lord when he pleasure you with that tongue... Don't even pretend you
don't like it girl. When we slip them little wedding panties off in about ten
minuets, your hubby gonna know about you anyhow, cause they gonna be going right
in his mouth... You can whimper and plead all you want but a girl's body always
tells the story, and you are already getting wet from my brother... Don't try to
talk. Ain't polite to talk with your mouth full."

Mustafa pushed his tongue deep into my wife's mouth and forced her to swap spit.
Tyrone got up in her face with the camera to give Deon time to prepare step two
of the divorce. "Okay brother... let the bitch breath."

"She is gonna be a fine 'ho' Tyrone." Mustafa was short of breath himself as he
released Lean.

"Yeah while first we got's to do the ceremony to make it all proper... Hey Deon
you find that certificate?"

"Ohhhhhhh. Yeahhhhh. Ummmmm I got it all ready too just now, heh-heh-heh."

"Well, bring it over and let me see... Shit, nigger! That can't be just one
load."

"Hey, I been saving it for a week... and Mustafa too. We gonna be cumming
buckets for this bitch."

"While that should help make sure she get done right, but just look at this
certificate, you done and cummed all over. Fuck, the way the cum is soaking it
that ink might just start to run... Hey girl, this certificate says you be
married but the thing is... we want you divorced, so what'd you think we shoulds
do?"

Lean was still being the brave little trooper. I have to admit she had a certain
regally that I had never seen in her before. The main reason I had choose her
was her similarities to my mother but I saw something in her brave act that
allowed me an even greater thrill at the knowledge that she would be broken and
destroyed for my pleasure.

"Maybe, you should open your mouth like a good little bitch and we will make
this little problem... go away."

Mustafa held her tight While Tyrone handed the camera off to Deon and then
approached my wife with the cum covered certificate. "Open wide," he giggled as
he started to push it into her mouth.

Lean tried to twist her head away and clench her mouth shut but she was helpless
to prevent the humiliation. Tyrone cleverly pinched her nose until she ran out
of breath and then fed her the certificate.

"Tastes good huh. Nigger cum is full of protein. It'll make that red hair of
your nice and shiny. You gonna be addicted by the time this hornymoon be done.
Nigger cum be good for all sorts of things... betcha didn't know it be such a
good lubricant... Chew you little bitch... You can't swallow it whole. I ain't
moving my hand till you swallow and you better not bring it back up either, so
quit your choking and just swallow it down into that white tummy of yours."

Lean's first tears rolled silently from her shame filled eyes and she finished
her 'little snack'. "You know bitch, I bet that was kind of nasty huh? Shame of
it is, this suppose to be the night you dreamed about your whole life... only
that worthless, little fuck of a husband had to go and get you all this
trouble... You know your ring has to go too... I bet that shit husband of yours
cheeped out anyhow. Look at your ring... Ain't even fucking worth pawning... You
knows, I thought about flushing the piece of shit... but maybe instead we will
have you return it to your hubby... as the piece of shit it is!"

I was forced to remain tied to the chair as the niggers took my wife to the
toilet which they had already prepared. I knew I would have a copy of the video
to enjoy later so I just tried to calm my mind for the fantastic humiliation I
was about to receive.

"Take the ring off and put it in the shit bitch or you are gonna get that
fucking finger broke... Yeah, hold it a second cunt while we film ya. Bet it
feels dirty huh? You're being good so far... now put the ring right in there...
Yeah like that. Don't cry bitch... You get the fun part... Michael gonna be the
one to swallow 'this' pile of crap."

Lean couldn't do it at first. She just started bawling. She must have really
loved me or something. Of course, I managed the best look of pathetic, impotent
rage and fear I could muster while hoping the poor fit of the tux didn't reveal
my erection. As small as I am, I probably had nothing to worry about but I
wanted to give Lean a chance to see me humiliated so she could start her own
feelings of disdain for me forming.

"Please don't make me do this to him." Wow, I loved this girl.

"You doing Michael a favor bitch... You see this 44 I gots pressed against his
skull? Either he gonna accept his ring back proper, or we gonna cap him... See,
we just know he gone done and bragged how you be getting him a baby this
honeymoon. We don't believe in making any bastards out of wedlock, so before you
be getting knocked-up we gonna need you free to marry ourselves so either you do
the divorce... or we make you a widow!"

It must have been a lot for Lean to digest. Again the blame was on me [for these
niggers knowing that we had planned the wedding night in conjunction with Lean's
time of the month]. Lean could not know how the niggers had got that information
except it was my fault they had it, and she was now to be black bred because of
it... If that was what played on her mind, or it was just the fear of the gun
against my temple, she did not even muster an 'I'm sorry honey' as she pulled
the tape from my mouth and obeyed Tyrone's humiliating command.

"Make him eat it Lean. Show you shit husband what you really think of his shit
ring and the pathetic marriage. He is why you are getting raped. He is why you
be getting ruined. We gonna fix you so you have a reminder for the rest of your
life. Do you think little redneck is gonna keep you when you grow your
half-breed? It is his fault but he gonna throw your ass in the street. That
ain't right... Let him know you ain't gonna let that happen. This is his lesson.
He should be the one humiliated and ruined. Give him back his ring in style that
we can pass around to all the brother's in the slam. He gonna be known as a
nigger toilet when this video gets smuggled in."

It was pretty disgusting. I had the image in my fantasies for years but shit is
not something easily swallowed, no matter what a guy's fantasies. Tyrone ordered
my wife to hold her hand over my mouth while I tried to do some chewing. I could
not help but go into convulsions. Lean did her best to cope but she was even
more helpless then I as I got sick. Tyrone ordered my wife to fetch the ring up
again and put it back in my mouth. I almost lost it and used the 'safe word',
but at least I mostly just had to contend with trying to swallow the ring itself
the second time around. I was pretty damn glad I had bought something
understated for the rock, as I would not have been able to get anything bigger
down.

Tyrone had Lean present her hand to me to lick clean. It was his own idea and
not appreciated in the state I was in, but I guess I had no right to complain
too much considering everyone's always been warned to watch out for what they
wished for. I had made it through the first unpleasant event of the week and all
in all things were pretty much on schedule.


Chapter 2

As I struggled to regain my composure from the first act of humiliation at the
hands of my wife, my mind quickly summarized how the wicked little scene was
actually fulfilling my fantasy in every way. Lean was responding better then I
could have hoped and as for the guys, it was the best $5000.00 I ever spent.

Yeah, I had hired the black bastards to do my wife and me in a perverse hope
that my fantasy life could become my real one. From my earliest memories I had
always been influence from the 'dark' event of my childhood. My lovely wife Lean
had initially been chosen for her physical similarities to my mother. Freud
would have had a field day with that one but as I had come to know Lean, I saw
that the similarities went beyond the physical. Lean was innately a good person,
as my mother had been, and corrupting her would bring the greatest pleasure
imaginable. I had no greater wish then to see her fulfilled by the power of the
black male and so 'darkened' that she actually would join them and cuckold me.
It was a lot to ask for but that is why I had orchestrated this Ultimate Setup
in the first place.

"How does that taste honky... You better get used to it. When you go back to
work, you gonna be letting all the brothers have you as their nigger toilet
unless you want that middle class family of yours to see these videos we be
making... You just enjoy that taste. We going give you some time while we breed
the bitch now. Wifey won't be needing her panties, so it time for you to see how
wet she be to take her 'nigger' breeding."

Tyrone signaled to Mustafa and he started to hike Lean's wedding gown to get a
hold of her panties.

"Fuck Tyrone. They ARE soaked."

"Of course they are nigger, now slip em offs so we see what type of pretty pussy
we be getting that be so juicy."

I looked into Lean's eyes but she could not meet by gaze. My heart leapt into my
throat. Was it true? I could scarcely dare believe and it seamed like an
eternity as the niggers played it out. "You look real nice bitch. I guess you
are a natural red head, huh. Does it excite you to show your cunt to your
lovers? You expected a fuck tonight but you really had no idea... It excites you
now. A bitch built like you can't be a virgin but you gonna think you were when
give you your first blackening. We got enough baby juice in these nigger balls
to breed you with triplets at least... We even got some fertility drugs we gonna
shoot into your white ass. You getting knocked-up guaranteed bitch! Does that
make you juicy... Take your panties and wipe yourself. Yeah wipe your wet pussy.
Now gag your wimp ex-husband before he start blubbering over his woman
fulfilling her destiny."

I had to pretend a curse and an impotent little threat for show even though all
I wanted to do was open my mouth wide. Again Lean complied with my humiliation
without any 'I'm sorry honeys'. She did seam to have a flicker of something in
her eye but as I realized it could be interpreted as excitement, my cock nearly
pumped its load.

Lean's panties WERE wet. I guess it could have the perspiration and anticipation
of the whole day, but all I wanted to believe was it was heat for the breeding
she was about to take for me.

"Hey Deon, put down the camera for a minuet and give the bitch that duct tape
behind ya so she can secure her filthy panties in the honky's mouth."

Lean wrapped me tight and then turned to face Tyrone to see what was to happen
next. Tyrone looked like some fucking predator god of the jungle about to make
his kill. At six feet four he towered over my tiny wife my more then a foot. I
watched as he pulled her to him.

My wife was like the prey trapped in the hypnotic glance of the black cobra. She
seamed drained of free will as she was once again in the full embrace of a
nigger. I had fully expected her to be a wreck of tears for the initial rape but
now I started to believe her actual reaction was more then I could have hoped.
At the very least it was quickly becoming obvious she was accepting the
inevitable at the very least and as I tried to identify the flavor of her
panties in my mouth, I started to allow myself the belief she was already into
the black breeding on just the very first night.

"We need to get your 'I do' on camera before we breed you so the baby has
legitimacy."

"Okay."

What!?! what was that, 'okay'?? It was just so matter of fact. I guess it was
not a total proof of anything but maybe it was. I had left instructions that
Lean was to be slapped about the face enough to force her compliance with the
nights festivities. Between that and open season to use her hair I had expected
her to be pretty bruised and sore by morning. Now as Lean read out the 'nigger'
vows I had written, it was time for me to realize she had only been slapped a
few times and yet she was now obeying the nigger's commands without delay.
Either Lean was more of a coward then I had thought or she was 'into it'.

As Lean voiced her 'I do', I refocused on her, for it was time for a very big
test. It satisfied my raciest sensibilities to have the normal kissing of the
bride replaced with something a little more animalistic in nature. As Mustafa
told Tyrone that he may down mark the bride, I think Lean immediately got the
message.

"No please. You don't have to do that. Please. Why are you being such bastards?"

"Ask your husband bitch? If he could talk he should admit just how responsible
he is for this. A real man wouldn't have been so fucking easy. You had no
protection tonight bitch. Now I need to own your white ass so be a good little
slave and get yourself down on your knees before I need to bitch-slap your
face."

Lean shot me a look as she dropped submissively to her knees at the feet of her
nigger lord. It could easily have been a look of blame as Tyrone ordered her to
hold her mouth open and swallow. Lean was a sight as the yellow urine filled her
mouth and gagged her on the way to her belly. "Okay, ain't no guarantee I be the
one to win the lottery in that pussy of yours so open again for Deon and
Mustafa."

It looked like all three niggers had saved it for Lean. I could not believe she
was able to swallow almost to the last few drops Mustafa shook off onto her
face. Lean's short red hair was soaked as was the top of her dress making it
semi transparent. She posed herself in front of the video for a second before
Tyrone told her to get face down in the bed so he could shoot her ass.

We did not really have any fertility drugs but Lean didn't know that. "This is
gonna hurt bitch but its powerful shit. This stuff is what the zoos use for
gorilla's. The dude dat turned me on to it said it's so powerful it even
overcomes the pill... They are testing it to see if it can help dudes with low
swimmers but that ain't no problem here. This shit so good that almost every
bitch on it has herself three or four at a time. As much potent sperm that you
be getting we figure your guaranteed at least that many... Hell, you may end up
with enough to start your own NBA team, all on the first delivery."

Lean managed a protest at that. "Sorry bitch, but we doing you a favor. Fine
looking white slave like you will have herself fine looking half-breeds. It is a
privilege bitch. You wants children don't cha? Chances are your wimp ex-husband
would a took years if he even could... You are going to learn the superiority of
the nigger cock and have many children of color. Once all white women are
educated we will finally end all red necked racism as we can just breed 'em out
of existence."

Even though the words were my own, hearing them in such a degrading manner felt
like a blow to my gut. Lean gasped as the needle shot the junk in her firm white
ass. "Ready to get bred, wife," Tyrone asked her.

As per my instructions, Lean was left in her wedding dressed when tossed onto
the bed. I wanted her very vocal to breed, and had several lines that Tyrone was
to feed her for the camera. I had expected her to have been beaten into
submission by this point so I was anxious to see how willing she would be to
degrade herself with the 'baby talk'.

Tyrone spread Lean's legs and teased the head of his huge weapon against the
lips of her cunt. I had made sure not to be with her during our courtship so as
to prevent any accidental unwanted pregnancy from my own inferior seed. For all
I knew, Lean may very well have been a virgin as Tyrone prepared to violate her.
Her moan was either that or just not ever having ten inches penetrate her
before.

Tyrone was a stud. For a nigger who had been locked away for twelve years he
still had some very impressive moves in the sack. Lean tried to spread her legs
as much as the dress allowed Tyrone had it kind of hiked up for access to her
cunt but it was still getting in the way. He probably would have removed it if
not for my explicit instructions.

I really was getting my jollies. I don't care what anyone thinks who reads this.
The scene was fucking hot. It was like a total reenaction of everything I had
read in my mom's diary only this time, the baby would be conceived. I wanted to
hear Lean beg for the nigger baby my mom never got.

"Can you feel it bitch? That's ten inches of prime Alabama snake. I did me
twelve years the last time a bitch was as lucky as you but it was worth it. She
visited me in the stir and showed me little junior... Fuck, it must have pissed
her old man. You know what? I hads me a conjugal visit with that slut and she
went back home with a second surprise for her husband... unnnh... I ams one
potent nigger stud... Yeah... urrh... You are gonna get bred proper on 'our'
wedding night but I needs to hear you wants it... I needs to hear you gonna be a
deserving and proper momma for our breed... Tell me you wants to get my baby,
bitch."

"Please... he will hear." Ah, she wanted to spare me... How sweet.

"Who? Honky. Fuck what's he gonna do. He is gonna raise em and supports you. We
gots more plans this week bitch and we gonna arrange that he knows his place.
You gonna be a nigger slave but he is going to be put down to the shit he is.
Its time for you to realize the possibilities. You go with us and he gonna be
your slave too. What type of pathetic piece of white trash shit is he to go off
like he is better then us when his dick ain't barely four inches. Did you know
that bitch. Fuck and I can see from here he has a fucking hardon. The sick
mother-fucker. You owe that sick son of a bitch. Go ahead bitch and sing it. You
wants the baby."

"I want your baby."

"Louder."

"I WANT YOUR BABY."

"That's a good girl... Whose baby?"

"YOUR BABY, I WANT YOUR BABY."

"Very good. Now 'my NIGGER baby'. Say it bitch."

"I want your nigger baby."

"My special nigger baby."

"MY SPECIAL NIGGER BABY."

"Knock me up."

"KNOCK ME UP."

"Yeah I feel it building for you bitch. You know what I want to hear, so sing it
loud enough for honky to hear and we will make our magic together."

"Ohhh... yes... I want it. I want the baby. I want it in me. Now! Give me the
baby... the nigger baby... the dirty nigger baby. I want it for Michael. I want
you to stick that pathetic looser with the shame of his new wife knocked-up with
this filthy nigger bastard."

"Yeahhhh! I think youuu mmmean it bitch!!!" It sure sounded to me like she meant
it and I also new what Tyrone's strained voice and sudden moan of victory meant
too. I watched that powerful black ass drive him home for one last thrust and
then the shudder told me I was becoming a daddy. Lean suddenly screamed herself
and the slut came on the nigger's cock as his potent soldiers invaded her on
their sacred mission. I have heard that whither a woman orgasms or not has
little to do with conception but the symbolism could not have been any more
powerful. As Tyrone withdrew his black baby maker from her well fucked pussy he
told her to raise her ass into the air. Deon and Mustafa would have to wait for
morning as it was only proper that Lean's husband get first draw at the lottery.
In a way I felt for the younger niggers as the opportunity to breed a married
white bride on her wedding night would probably be something they would
experience only a handful of times and as I finally drifted off for the night I
was sure in my heart that Lean was with child.
Chapter 3

I awoke first. The sun was beaming through the window and the birds had a
beautiful melody in full orchestra. I could easily have imagined that it would
have been a beautiful day to get out on the lake for some fishing. As I thought
of my rod still unpacked in the trunk of my car I almost let slip a giggle. The
folks back home expecting me to bring them back any of the catch were going to
be mighty disappointed because fishing was the last thing I would be doing on my
week long honeymoon.

I looked over to the master bed at my sleeping new bride any her new lord
Tyrone. She looked like she should be uncomfortable tied to the bed boards but
she slept the sleep of the blessed. She actually had just the slightest smile on
her lipstick- smeared red lips as though thinking of more pleasant times [like
maybe last night?]

I looked to the clock and saw it was nearly 9 a.m. I thought about making a
noise to wake the niggers to get the show on the road but I had to be careful.
It seamed crucial to my long term plans to have Lean slowly see me humiliated by
the brutes. I mean the girl had been willing to walk the isle with me the prior
day. If I was going to end up cuckold to her and the black lovers I desired for
her then careful execution of the plan was critical. I needed to take the baby
steps that would see Lean loose her respect for me by building her anger at me
for my impotence to save either of us from out fates. Then if she would fall
into lust with the niggers I would have the wife I had dreamed of.

Lean was the next to wake. My wife had not been gagged and her head was not
restrained either. She looked to me and our eyes met. She seamed to dare not
call out for fear of waking the guys. I saw her pull at the bindings around her
wrists but it was no use. I tried to give her helpless eyes. Her eyes back look
for of regret and unhappiness. I guess I had wondered if I would see lust but
maybe the girl's ease into her slave role the night before was the result from a
sense of shock or the liquor from our reception? I admit Leans expression gave
me more to contemplate, as we both awaited the studs to awaken, then I had
anticipated based on the events of the night before.

It was almost another half-hour before Deon awoke although it seamed like an
eternity to me. He quickly kicked his brother out of the bed. Mustafa swore at
him and playfully jumped back in to punch him a few times. You would have never
new the young men were in the middle of a rape. The ruckus awoke Tyrone who
returned some decorum to the scene.

"Knock it off niggers."

Deon managed to get Mustafa off him and then made the request. "Hey Tyrone I
woke up with a little problem hear. Mind if I use the bitch to take care of it?"

"Fuck, you're hornier then a rattlesnake and would probably fuck one if you
could. I tolds when we took this job that the boss had an agenda. You will get
yours but first we need to set the mood and one thing about this country air is
it gives a nigger an appetite."

Tyrone reached over to grab his blade as he talked. "You gonna cook us up
something special this morning bitch."

I had tasted Lean's cooking and it was not that bad. Her mother was the typical
get to your man through his stomach type and Lean had made a big deal out of
cooking for me during the courtship. I knew an erotic day after the wedding,
erotic meal scene would play with her psyche.

Mustafa had started toward the toilet as Tyrone cut Lean free. "Where are you
going nigger?"

"I got to take a piss."

"Fuck didn't you nigger's even read the orders. The toilets for this week are
the honkys. Hey wife don't be so fast to be getting up. Mustafa has to take a
piss and I have to too. What do you think. Pick which white toilet for us to
use."

It was a masterful stroke on Tyrone's part. I was scheduled to really take a lot
of abuse on day two but to put the choice on Lean was all Tyrone's idea. I was
going to get every cent of my five thousand dollars out of the nigger.

Lean just looked like her little head would explode. She had got up to her feet
in her crumpled wedding dress and stood trapped, held around the wrist by
Tyrone's powerful grip. She looked down into the nigger's face with eyes that
seamed to beg him not to force her to make the decision and then turned to
glance to me as if for assistance. I decided not to be easy on her and tried to
message her back that I did not want it. I know she probably would have took it
for me but to see my eyes probably lowered me at least two levels in her esteem.

"Use me. Please don't you understand. This will destroy him. Do what you will
with me but please don't hurt my husband."

What a woman! "Ain't that simple bitch cause honky has to pay for that attitude
he showed. Now what we do to you is a bonus but he is gonna get his too. You
might think it is gonna destroy him but what would you think if we broke him to
our dicks. I had me a couple of white punks doing time and they get into it just
as much as you bitches do. That is the laugh to us brothers. It is only a matter
of time till all you whites our slaved to nigger cocks cause you alls want it.
You knew it last time and we are gonna remember you today but if you think you
can spare your 'love' then get on your knees and let Mustafa relieve himself."

Lean whimpered ever so softly as she assumed the position. Mustafa withdrew and
stepped over my wife's face to take his second use of her. Last night had been
strictly for laughs but this was functional and that made it just seam more
degrading. Mustafa ordered my wife to keep her mouth open and drink and then he
took his morning piss. The pungent urine filled my wife's mouth and she started
to 'flush'. Mustafa grabbed her and moved his dick to her lips. He ordered her
to open her mouth wide and let him piss right down her throat.

No one was running the camera. I felt like jumping up and grabbing it myself but
there was nothing I could do bound and gagged as Mustafa gave my lovely wife her
first mouthful of black meat. Luckily it was not a blow job as I NEEDED THAT on
camera.

As Mustafa shook off on Lean, Deon stepped up to bat. He pulled down his happy
face boxers and his ten plus inches sprang out in full erection and poked Lean
in her eye. She reached up to take the cock as he started just pissing. She
jerked back and clenched her eyes shut to save herself. It looked like the next
path of piss went up her nose. Deon made no attempt to aim and sprayed her wild
until her little white hand reached up to take his cock.

"Aim me in your mouth bitch and drink it."

Lean directed the last of the nigger's piss into her open mouth. "Hey Tyrone,
sorry I cut in. Man did you see that. What a slut."

"Yeah, while that slut is going to be making us breakfast. Shit, get her out of
that filthy dress. Those stains ain't coming out... to bad. Be careful frying
the bacon all naked Lean. You could real get burned."

"Hey, I thought you needed to piss too."

"I have to do the full deal. I know you all ain't into seeing that before you
eat so it's time to take Michael out side."

As Deon finished pulling my wife's ruined wedding gown up over her head, she
looked quickly to me. I wondered if she was glad it was not her going outside.
Mustafa chimed in, "Fuck you want me with you case cracker boy tries anything?"

"This pathetic little piece of shit? If he even looks cross-eyed I just may just
drop his tussed up carcass into the lake. He will fully function as my total
toilet and then I will just leave him out there to finish flushing while we eats
our breakfast so get the bitch cooking and get it on video in case she gets
burned good by any of the grease."

I grimaced and let myself curse into my wife's panty gag as Tyrone disconnected
me from the chair. I gave him a shove with my shoulder to earn myself a good
punch to the gut. I let myself drop hoping he would drag me like a bitch by the
hair but he gave me a kick in the ribs instead and ordered me to crawl. It was a
good choice too.

Once outside, Tyrone roughly helped me to my feet and we moved off a safe
distance from the cabin before he took the cuffs off and ungagged me. I rubbed
my hands trying to get some circulation.

"I have to say you are one sick fuck. You really are enjoying it."

"Hey for the money I'm paying, I better enjoy it."

"That is one fine bitch you got. I will never understand why you're doing this."

"I never picked this fantasy. It picked me."

"Yeah well it doesn't really matter to me as long as your green is good. The
last time I got to have so much fun I went up the creek if you remember."

"You don't have to worry about that this time."

"Maybe not."

"What you said last night. About the bitch bringing you the baby... was it
true?"

"FUCK!! I don't even think I knocked the bitch up. I mean this is real. I read
you like an open book Michael. It doesn't bother me. Fuck, I guess I get a laugh
out of it. Working in the joint all you see of us is rapists and murders but we
are people too. I don't know what fucked you up or if you were just born but
your fantasies aren't real. I mean we will rape the bitch. That is easy, but if
you think you gonna live happy ever after?... ain't no guarantees."

"Just stick to the script. I couldn't be happier. I want her to get all the cock
you guys can give her today."

"Don't worry about that. I have twelve years to catch up on if you remember and
this is the brother's first times so your little wife is going to get herself
wore right out. Thing is today you are just going to loose the bitch once we
turn the black magic loose."

"Hey, if it happens... stick to the script though. Make sure to stress my guilt
and impotence. Really make fun of my little cock but lets hold of showing her
until tomorrow when I punk for the first time. Maybe it can be a reward for her
doing good in taking the whipping or something. Try to make it a choice for her
again so she sics you all on me. I want her getting used to making that
decision. Try to encourage her to enjoy the knowledge that she chose me when to
boys choke me. Make sure to make it seam like I deserve it... oh yeah, hold off
on the death threats for a couple days then take me as though you are going to
put me in the lake when I refuse to give you the access number to the bank
account. I will break then and acknowledge you as my lord and we can do the
tattoos then."

"Okay. I better get back inside and let you finish 'eating my shit'."

"Oh yeah, that was really more disgusting then I thought it would be with the
ring last night so don't do it anymore."

"Do you want us to use Lean instead?"

"No... say it's too much hassle to clean us afterwards. Actually, maybe she
should watch me eat it just once willingly... so do me just before the tattoos."

"Can do. I really do have to piss. Do you want it in your mouth?"

"Use a tree."

We had not heard any screams from the cabin so it was up to my imagination how
much the frying bacon had splattered poor little Lean as she had prepared
breakfast. I thought about taking a peak into the window but I knew the video
camera would be running so I just tried to stretch and get the blood back into
my hands and feet while I waited to be fetched. If the niggers went by script I
knew what the scene would be as Lean would be sat on their laps one by one and
hand feed them all. I wanted food sharing like in those corn ball movies and for
Lean to feel their erections as she squirmed on their laps. Her body was open
game except for actual penile penetration. Give the condemned girl a last meal
before her last surviving shreds of decency were destroyed forever.

I finally allowed myself to move closer to the cabin as my impatience grew. From
the open window I heard Tyrone again improving on my scrip telling Lean to have
another strip of bacon because she was 'eating for two' now. He joked with her
whither she wanted any pickles and ice cream. When Lean finally seamed full she
suggested the remaining food might go to me but Tyrone just laughed and said I
was full of shit. He said I had took it like a bitch who loved it too. He asked
Lean how that made her feel but I could not hear her reply. Finally, Deon was
dispatched to fetch me. I quickly allowed him to help me back into my bindings.
The young nigger looked at me like I was trash. I have to admit the look sent
shivers of anticipation through me as visions of loosing control both excited me
and served as my worst nightmare.

"Hey white boy you cleaned up nice. Was it good to the last drop?" Obviously he
had never gone in the first place but to Lean it had to look like I had cleaned
myself thoroughly with my tongue.

When Deon finished securing me back to the chair Tyrone asked him, "Hey nigger
you still 'up' for a midmorning party?"

"In answer Deon stepped right out of his happy face boxers. The young stud was
the best looking of the niggers with facial feature reminiscent of OJ. All three
of the niggers were more then twice my size but from what I would be able to
confirm, Deon had maybe an inch or so on his family. Deon was going to be the
first to sample Lean's oral talents.

"Say ahhh."

The one disadvantage of Lean's short hair style is it did not allow the guys to
really get their hands wrapped in it as they controlled her. She was long enough
to jerk back and fourth but it would have been nice to see her with the type of
hair where they could have really pulled her around like a cave girl.

Lean had not been able to touch up her lipstick since the reception. Between
being pissed on five times and sleeping the night, she was looking pretty native
and had nothing to ease the friction except what she had been born with as the
kid thrust home.

It was hard to say how experience Deon was, it pleased my sensibilities
imagining him starting a long time ago preferably with a young sister or some
poor little white school girl but the conversation with Tyrone still
reverberated in my mind. As young as Deon was, He may have been no more
experienced then poor Lean.

Deon did fare a lot better then Lean as the blow job commenced. Whatever his
experience, he was a confidant bastard. Deon had a nice pace and an air of
authority as he made Lean give him the works. Lean was require to pucker up and
kiss the head each time Deon pulled out. He had her move underneath to get a
real feel for the mass of his member, running her tongue from tip to base. He
pushed her lower still and had her pleasure his black balls.

For the initial few minuets Lean was allowed to hold off at about the six inch
mark. It would have been enough to take me with room to spare but a stud like
Deon needed more and was going to get it. I saw Lean's eyes widen as she felt
the pressure tighten on the back of her head. Deon vocally informed her what was
required and physically demonstrated that it was nonnegotiable.

Lean started to choke as it seamed she managed to struggle down another inch.
Deon was just trying to stuff in and it was getting messy as the drool started.
"You better relax that throat cunt cause I don't care if you choke out. I ain't
never been able to get it all the way in a bitch before."

What an honor for Lean, huh? I had never asked Lean if she had ever sucked cock
before and as life has progressed it is impossible for me to ask her now so I
will always wonder if I saw her first time that day with Deon.

The well hung nigger, tried hard to stuff in another inch while Lean's choking
became full gag reflex. The kid finally saw Tyrone signal him to back off. Lean
greedily sucked in the deep gulps of air she was allowed before Deon made
attempt number to drive it home all the way down her throat.

The kid penetrated my wife deeply on the thrust. He showed slightly better
technique and instead of applying constant pressure, pulled back a little first
to get momentum as he humped into her mouth to start face fucking her. Deon was
kind of obscuring my view with both hands in her hair and the humping motion but
when he finally ordered my wife to hold it and paused himself to allow his
brother to document the accomplishment, I realized his balls were on her chin.

When Deon pulled back, my wife looked as slutty as any porn star with the thick,
stringy drool connection his cock to her mouth. It must have gave the nigger the
same idea. "Give me the camera. I'm gonna do her like that movie guy. Does this
thing have one of them weird wide angles that will distort the fuck out of her
face while I soak her?"

Lean looked almost patient as she used the brief recess to recompose herself. As
Deon got the focus he wanted he aimed the camera down and ordered her to suck
him off. Both his hands were on the camera but Lean did not seam to need any
persuasion. Tyrone told her to get vocal.

"Give it to me... mmmgh... yeah... sluurp... ohhh... give this white girl...
ummmm... yeah, I want it in my mouth. Let me taste your nigger load." It was not
the most original sex-talk any of us had ever heard but it did the job of Lean's
cock-sucking did. Either way, Deon popped out and Lean was required to hold him
at her while he shot all over her face. The nigger had a mouth watering load
very much in league with the gonzo porn king he was emulating. Lean had never
looked prettier.

Tyrone snapped a Polaroid. "Now if this isn't a Kodak moment, what is? Hey mikey
get a look at wifey now. What a poster this would make huh? Too back you don't
have a digital camera here. This picture could make some magnificent wall paper
for the family den back home. Think of what company would say when they knew
there was no way you could ever produce like this. How much do you squirt. A
drop? A little tear drop? Is that a tear on your cheek? This is a baby making
load on your wife now. Don't get your hope up because she got just as much last
night and that was in the cunt... hey Mustafa, you got a load like this for the
bitch."

"Hell, ya."

"Okay but look at you bitch. You look like a fucking glazed donut. God, you're
scummy. Hey Mustafa, fetch wifey's wedding panties. I think it is time to flavor
them again. How about it fag boy. You want your first faggot taste of nigger
sperm? It ain't gonna be your last."

I tried to make it good when the panties were pulled out of my mouth promising I
would kill them all and they were going to jail and then I would have their
asses. I got a little more out before Mustafa realized he needed to bitch slap
me. He had no finesse and it felt like he blackened my eye. He struck me twice
more for show while I shut up before he broke anything. He tossed his brother
the panties and they had Lean clean herself.

"Okay, now go put them back in his mouth. Show your precious 'ex-husband' what
his precious little wife made the big black cock do all over her pretty white
face."

Lean wiped herself clean using the panties to soak up every drab of cum from
around her mouth and nose, then she just calmly rose to her feet and crossed to
where I was and dutifully placed the nigger flavored panties back into my mouth.
I opened my eyes in feigned indignation as Lean was instructed to tape her
panties in place.

Mustafa gave her a rough shove onto the bed. "This load goes in your cunt
bitch."

Lean rolled onto her back and spread submissively while Deon's twin climbed on.
His was the thickest of the nigger's cocks and this added girth seamed impressed
upon Lean judging by her vocality at the second attempt at breeding began.
Mustafa pounded my tiny white wife into the bed with his powerful black ass
before changing gears and rolling her up on top of him. He forced her to sit up
and hump him herself while he fondled her pert tits. He rolled her over again
and secured position on her from behind lending me fear she was going anal.
Tyrone might have expected that was in danger too as he decided to take the next
step himself.

"Get the bitch back on top. Time to oreo her." [Now if that is not a vivid
trademark infringement what is?]

"Okay, okay, just wait." I think the buggar was bummed he wasn't getting my
wife's tightest of holes.

Lean had her own thoughts on the matter, "NO! You can't be serious. I CAN'T.
Don't you understand?... I never even had it like THAT before."

Now that was revealing. "Relax... relax. I got some jelly here. Don't worry
bitch. We gonna make you feel good like a woman should feel. We gonna let you
know you never could of been satisfied with cracker's one inch teeny dick. When
we fill you gonna have better then twenty inches. You know that bitch."

"... no, I can't... I can't. They're too big. You will rip me open," Lean
mumbled as Tyrone lubricated her. I watched the next great event as he pushed
Lean over Mustafa down below and made his mount of her ass.

Lean's scream was consistent with a girl getting ripped in two but it was
nothing so gruesome as it was just something that was going to take some getting
used to for my inexperienced wife.

"PULL IT OUT! PULL IT OUT, PLEASE. I'M BEGGING. Ohmygod, ohmygod ohmy GOOOOD!!!
OHHHHHH. I CAAAAN'T!!!"

"You got it bitch. Can't you feel that. I knew you could do it. Yeah, just enjoy
it. You will get used to it."

"No... oh my god... really?... ahhh... it's feels so much. Am I bleeding?"

"Nah. It feels pretty good huh. After this you are gonna laugh at little fag boy
over there. I made him show me his dick when I shit on him and let me tell you I
have seen bigger clits on woman. Maybe he is a woman or should be anyhow. He
certainly will never be man enough for you after this sandwich for you. How you
holding out down their Mustafa. Want to shag this bitch now and float her boat?"

"Ohhh. I ain't gonna be able to hold much longer. I can feel you man. This is
freaky. I want her to talk though like last night to encourage me."

"You here the kid. You remember the routine. The more you excite, the wetter he
shoots."

"Ohhhkay... ah, I want it in my cunt. Iiiii,... oh god, I feel full. I want you
to cream in me Mustafa. I want to make your baby. I want you to breed my white
tummy full of your special nigger baby. I want you to stick my pathetic faggot
husband with this filthy nigger baby."

Now that perked up my ears. It was not demanded. Maybe she only said it in
expected requirement but it was her choice and it sounded wonderful. I wanted to
hear it again but Mustafa had reached his limit. Lean got squished tight against
him and sat upon him as his potent baby juice sought out it's epic adventure at
fertilizing an egg or two. Lean did not manage an orgasm of her own this time,
possibly with the distraction of having close to eleven inches hard up her ass.
Tyrone kept Lean sitting on his younger cousin as he used the extra room inside
her to get busy on her ass. He finished deep in her to give her a squishy
sensation. In just under the hour my cute wife had all three holes filled and
lubricated. It was time for a rest. The day was just starting and I had many
more pieces of the ultimate setup left to explore.


The Ultimate Setup, Volume II
By Mkarl

Chapter 4

An outsider looking through the cabin of the window that second day of my
honeymoon with Lean would have got quite the eyeful. I wonder what would have
happened if it had been you that stumbled across the scene just past noon. Would
you have been able to discern that she was still being raped? I guess if you had
only stumbled onto this show then you might wonder just what was going on. Why
was a new bride spending the day as a nigger playtoy and why did she look like
she was loving it; and just where the hell was the husband.

Yes, to a person just stumbling onto this scene exposure to the previous
occurrences and motivations would have been helpful but that might not be
possible so maybe you would just wait a bit and see if the developing scenes
began to make sense.

As the windows are open and the participants were all vocal, you would soon be
able to know that the major players went by the names of Lean, Tyrone, Deon,
Mustafa, and the missing husband, Michael. You would not help but quickly
realize that there was far more to the scene then the obvious fact that the girl
was white; the guys were black; and the sex was hard.

It would be easy to worry, you were witnessing the most filthy and obscene of
rapes. The magnificent black specimens were full of godly power and dominance
and the girl was flung back and forth like a rag doll taking cock in every hole
while commanded to verbally debase herself and call out for these niggers to
breed her on her honeymoon.

It might fill you with shock and disgust to see such a betrayal of every concept
of decency, but what else might enter the mind? Might you just pause and watch
while the brand new wife took load after potent load of the dangerous
baby-making juice into her fertile[?] Cunt. Might you secretly have yourself a
laugh and just be glad you were not involved in such a perverse situation? How
long would you watch with your hand down the front of your pants? Long enough to
see the boy known as Mustafa take a piss into the young wife's mouth from his
big nigger cock? Long enough to see the adult male Tyrone maneuver the two
younger bastards into position so they could turn the helpless wife into their
very own oreo sandwich? Long enough to watch as the bitch is finally released
from bed and ordered to prepare and then serve supper?

It might be hard to tear away from any of the action but as night would fall you
would eventually be faced with a choice. With no way of knowing just how long
the scene in the cabin might continue, and fearing the worst for the missing
husband, you might decide to leave the bitch at the tenderless mercies of her
nigger attackers. They obviously intended to have her grow a child so she was in
no danger beyond the sex and after the hours of voyeurism, you had no thought
she would want 'that' stopped anyhow. As you returned to your life, a final
wicked impulse might have you allow a whisper from your lips to wish the bitch a
good night. You would not necessarily ever know that while you had watched the
wife for just the one day she was scheduled for a week of honeymoon and only the
second day had finished.


Chapter 5

Michael had spent the evening behind the closed door of the spare bedroom. The
white husband had a lot on his mind to think about while his two-day brides
intermitted screams of pain and pleasure reached his ears. He did not have to
worry about pulling any macho bullshit and trying to get to his wife's aid as
she was quite convinced he was helpless bound and secured from any such
intervention. The truth was quite the opposite.

Michael could not believe how well things were going. It was the accumulation of
a lifetime obsession. Ever since the incident with his mother all those years
before, Michael had lived to experience the humiliation himself and the niggers
he hired had outperformed even his wildest expectations. The real payoff was his
wife so easily falling under the spell of the black cock. Michael had always had
the most mixed feelings involving his own mother but towards his 'wife', he
focused on nothing but the lust he felt to being so utterly betrayed.

It might seem patiently unfair to have blamed the girl for it. She had fully
intended to be nothing but the typical wife, loving and obeying and all that
garbage. It was all the husband. It was all Michael... so how could he get away
with thinking Lean the slut for just going with the inevitable? Sure they had
treated her rude. She had been bitch slapped, pulled by the hair, used as a
human toilet, and defiled right in front of her groom on her honeymoon. She had
been forced into a sick ceremony that was a direct affront to the entire
institution of her marriage itself... and yet... She liked it. Lean really,
really liked it.

Who would have thought it? She had never been forced to be so open. She had
never been exposed to such evil. It was bad enough to be raped, but these
niggers had gone on and on as to how she was paying for poor Michael...
Michael... She did worry so for him. She worried for herself. The niggers seamed
to have to qualms about what they were doing. She knew she could end up dead but
they were going on and on about breeding her. They even had stuck a needle in
her ass and said it was some sort of animal fertility drug that had wild side
effects in humans and almost guaranteed multiple pregnancies.

Michael had been so careful to schedule the wedding to fit her cycles. It seamed
he had some romantic idea of a honeymoon conception. As Lean cuddled with Tyrone
following the last fuck of the night and felt the cum to once more start to leak
from her cunt, she could not help but wonder how Michael would handle his wife
coloring the family name. One thing that she did know was that she would have
the baby[s]. 'Honey' was just going to have to put up with it; provided these
niggers did not make good on putting him in the lake.

God. Why did she think something so morbid? Why did she wonder just what
punishments were in store for poor Michael and why did those thoughts confuse
her so? What was she thinking? Lean could not even allow the words to form in
her own mind but as she drifted off too sleep squeezed between the hard bodies
of Deon and Mustafa it was strange that she had no intention of running off in
the night.


Chapter 6

It was a new day. Michael awoke first in his room. He would have to wait to be
fetched by one of the boys. As Michael refastened his hand cuffs he could not
help but allow himself a chuckle. It had been almost twenty hours since his wife
had laid eyes on him. Twenty hours during which time she had been fucked and
fucked and fucked again. Michael had originally intended to be present and
forced to watch, but Tyrone had stuffed him in the bedroom. Michael had been
annoyed at first but Tyrone said he saw something happening in Lean.

Tyrone had been made aware of all of Michael's special hopes and prayers and had
persuaded the white man that Lean could be more fully indoctrinated into the
world of nigger worship if she was allowed to perform guilt free. For Michael's
ultimate desires to be fulfilled, it was vital for his wife to end up addicted
to black cock so he had reluctantly consented to the nigger's change of plans.
Now it was time to get back on track with a day of scheduled violence that
should begin to really shape Lean's second conditioning; blame and disdain for
her husband.

Deon fetched Michael, "Rise and shine toilet, I have to take a shit."

Michael's face turned whiter. He had told Tyrone that he did not want that again
but how could he stop it in front of his wife without blowing his cover. "No.
Let me go nigger."

Fuck Tyrone! Hadn't that coon told the kids? Michael felt the impotent rage as
Deon pulled him to the middle of the floor where Lean could watch. "Keep that
mouth open trash or I will beat your white ass. Time to show your 'ex' what a
piece of shit she married... Isn't that right Mustafa."

Mustafa had Lean by the hair. "Tell your husband to open his mouth bitch or we
do you next."

Michael looked at Tyrone but the nigger just stayed stone faced. What the fuck
was going on?

"Better open Michael? You can't stop them. They will hurt you." Lean felt her
face burn. Had she felt like this when they pissed on him? Why did she want to
say more? God, it was hard not to cheer. Why was she so wickedly excited?"

"Say it like you mean it bitch or you get it too. Tell him what worthless shit
he is. He likes this bitch. We are fucking going to strip his punk white ass and
show you what a tiny white cock faggot white prison guard has. We are going to
take our morning dumps and have him flush then punk him so you watch. How does
that excite you bitch? You got choked now faggot boy gets it too. You know he
deserves it. Go ahead. You know you want to. Just fucking do it or you get it
too."

"... yes. Open that nigger's toilet Michael. Feel that nigger put you in place
you racist white trash worm. It is your fault. If you would have ever know that
niggers were your lords then those bastards in jail would never have arranged
this wedding present. I have been ruined. You are just so useless so just be a
toilet. Be a fucking toilet."

Ouch. Michael felt his cock harden. Even though this ignorant nigger was about
to screw up big time at least Michael got 'that'. Then her mouth was open again.

"Yes faggot. Feel your nigger lord sit on his throne. You are his. Don't close
your mouth now. Oh, you sick fuck. Don't gag yet. Open those fucking crybaby
eyes you pathetic white trash. Look at the black god on your fucking face...
Oh-oh, oh-oh. You better flush. Flush you stupid toilet."

Deon climbed off, finished, just as Michael started to puke his guts out. The
white man was in heaven. How could he be so aroused? The nigger had explicitly
betrayed him and Tyrone had done nothing. Michael wanted to wonder what the game
was but all he could focus on was the words from his wife. Were all his dreams
to be realized?

"Hey Deon, get your nigger ass over here and hold this bitch while I take that
toilet too."

Michael could not survive another one. He was not even done puking yet."

"Use the john, Mustafa. I am going to take white boy out and clean him in the
lake so he can punk while we do breakfast. Get that bitch in front of the bacon
again and see if she can get a matching burn on the right tit."

Michael wanted to say thank you as Tyrone took him by the hair and yanked him to
his feet. Maybe the nigger just had forgot to tell young Deon until it was too
late to have stopped the morning facilities? Michael expected to be uncuffed as
they reached the lake but Tyrone just pushed him to his knees and put him face
first into the cold mountain water.

"... What the fuck."

"Someone might be looking."

"Stop it Tyrone. What the hell was that in the cabin."

"Hey! It worked."

"I don't fucking care nigger. You work for me."

"Yeah... well I'm not the one tied up am I."

"WHAT!?!"

"Nothing... Look, you paid me for a job and I'm gonna deliver. You heard the
bitch last night and you heard her today. Once we get you presentable we are
going take you back up and strip you so wifey gets a look at 'honey's' tiny
little dick all excited by worshipping us superior niggers. That is the shit you
want. That is the shit you are going to get. You have some white trash fantasy
about paying the crimes when you slaved us, while yeah, it gonna be a kick to do
an old fashioned whippin the other way round. You get it all just shut the fuck
up cause I know who you really want in charge and what the fuck you gonna do
anyhow. You screwed white boy but you wanted it so just get that punk white face
in that fucking water so we can get it official."

Yeah you know what they say about watching what you wish for.

Michael was trying to get his thoughts in focus even as he was thrown back on
the cabin floor. Deon and Mustafa were sitting at the table as Lean finished the
bacon. "Owwww."

"I said be careful bitch, guess you got those matching tits after all," Deon
laughed. "Hey cuz, Is that a fresh bruise gonna be on white boy's face."

"The punk got uppity so I had to bitch slap him, isn't that right, trash?"

"Yes." It was the life Michael had fantasized but like this? He wished he had a
minute to figure out the turn of events.

"Hey bitch serve up those plates so we can eat while hubby gets under the
table."

"Nasty niggers. I guess everyone gets something in their mouths this morning."
Lean couldn't believe she said that either. It sounded goofy but it make her
weak kneed. God she hoped they made her say more.

Lean remembered the drill from day two only as she lap sat Tyrone and started
feeding her lord, this time she was preoccupied by the action at the next seat.

Mustafa was pushed back from the table so as not to obscure the view. The kid
was certainly not gay but then 'this' was not about 'that'. When Tyrone had
explained the duties, the kid had thought it disgusting at first but when the
ex-con had relayed the satisfaction of doing his white bitches in the joint,
Mustafa had started to laugh. The nigger wanted to see for himself if it was
true that white guys wanted 'it'.

Michael felt it... The shame... The lust. Tyrone had used a knife on the tux,
not bothering to remove the handcuffs. When Michael had been exposed, his eyes
met Lean's. Mustafa had ordered the new cuckold to bitch-crawl properly to his
place. Tyrone had given him the appropriate slap across the back of the head to
send the wimp to his duty. Now Michael heard them all as he had his first taste
of nigger cock.

"Hey Mustafa, does bitch punk good?"

"You gonna know just as soon as I blow my load."

"Yeah while make the faggot swallow. I ain't into the messy shit with no white
faggot."

"Hey Lean, what you say? Think he should swallow or should you get it in that
little cunt for the baby."

"Oh no Deon. You nigger gods already got me bred proper. I was prime on my
wedding night and I can feel it in me now. I was just going to ask if we had any
pickles and ice cream." Everyone broke up as the new slut wife continued, "He
wants it anyhow. The sick fuck has a hardon. Miiiiichaelllll... is faggot
husband all turned on? I don't even think I would have seen that pathetic little
cock if it was any smaller. Just drink your breakfast faggot."

... And so it went. Mustafa was serviced first and then Deon. By the time
Michael kneeled submissively at the feet of Tyrone and began to worship his
lord's cock, Lean was actively holding the head of her faggot husband and
screaming for the piece of shit to love the big nigger cock. As Tyrone received
his satisfaction and soaked Michael's face with his reward, both men knew that
their destinies were forever set. All that was required was for time to reveal
the rest of the story.


The Ultimate Setup, Volume III
By Mkarl

Chapter 7

I sit here now looking back at how it had all began. A lifetime of obsessions
had compelled me into a course of no return. Did I know what would happen when I
took that first step?

They say be careful what you wish for... But when I put The Ultimate Setup into
motion all I could think of was the lust that consumed my very soul.

Typing this out is slow going... Ty junior and the baby are both suffering colds
and since T-bone has Lean out for a night on my dime, I am stuck baby-sitting...
It is my life but I have no one to blame but myself cause the setup was all
mine.

Inspired by a childhood incident between my own mother and two young black
males, by life was a nonstop journey into white slavery. I had taken a job at
the local penitentiary but when I saw the blacks on the other side of the cage,
all I could think of was my lust. I had to live the dream no matter the cost and
then Lean fell into my grasp.

The girl reminded me so much of my own mother. I felt like a monster but my dick
was in control and had no conscious so the ultimate plan was hatched.

Tyrone was to have given me the bride of my dreams who would be a nigger's slut
and cuckold me to her wicked dark desires, but I never figured he would end up
running the show.

The double cross had started on day three of the 'hornymoon.' I had prepared a
script for the niggers for each day. For $5000 I expected to be obeyed but a
white boy who wants to be bound helpless and used as a bitch ends up losing
respect.

I guess I should not have been surprised when Tyrone and his young cousins
turned on me. I guess I should not even have been that unhappy as Lean got right
into and giggled at what a pathetic faggot I was for the nigger studs as they
had me suck them off at the breakfast table.

I wanted it. I needed her scorn and disdain to punish me for my perversions and
she gave it to me in spades. I still don't know to this day if Lean broke easy
to the setup or if she had it in her from the start, but she sure ended up as
the 'wife' of my dreams.

I remember that third day of my honeymoon well... The morning orgy while I was
left tied... The performance at lunch time where I again served as a toilet...
And finally, the whipping.

The images in the television series Roots or North and South had always aroused
me. One human bound hands over their head, helpless, while their 'master'
punished them at a whim. That was so primal... So sensually erotic. I wanted to
see Lean feel the bite of the belt but as things had spun out of my control, I
had began to fear 'that' pleasure would be denied me. I actually felt relief as
Tyrone secured her to the tree.

"No don't please Tyrone... I will be good... Please."

"Now bitch... Your ass is mine, but a nigger has his needs and we been paid good
money to whip you so blame Michael. He is the one that is causing your
suffering."

"YOU LITTLE FAGGOT WORM... I HATE YOU MICHAEL... OWWWWW... GOD, NOOOO."

T-bone brought the belt across the blades of her shoulders. He had wet the
leather so it bit and marked the impact. He drew back and let her have it again
and then again and again. He whipped her lower, across the small of the back, on
her ass... Her upper legs. He spun her around and gave it to her across her firm
white tits and struck several punishing shots aimed off between her legs.

All the while, Lean screamed and begged. I felt my own eyes water... How could I
have wanted THIS??? Then it was my turn. Deon and Mustafa both did the honors
and I deserved every lash of their rage. I still have some of the scars from the
day. Luckily Lean got off without permanent disfigurement but the whipping on
day three was just another incident on the way to the completion of the ultimate
setup.


Chapter 8

Yeah, it was a honeymoon to remember. I lost track of just how many times Lean
was fucked. Those niggers were like sex machines and had it up four or five
times a day. I was used as Lean's personal bath and was constantly required to
clean her of the nigger's cum.

They wasted none of their potent nigger seed on me directly over the final three
days but I licked enough off Lean to really develop a taste for it. Lean loved
to grab my hair and pull my face into her cream pie as she forced me to service
her. She called me every humiliating thing she could imagine and her imagination
was getting pretty good.

The beer at the cabin ran out on day six and we all loaded up and drove to town.
The guys beat me before we set out and packed their pieces telling me if I tried
anything stupid that I would get capped. I think they meant it and it terrified
me but also excited me. I was so fucked.

The townsfolk gave us a huge look as T-bone escorted my bride around. I must
have looked a hell of a mess with the bruises and all. We pulled a couple cases
at the bar and sat down for a quick one.

The barmaid gave us a once over like she was looking at a pile of trash. Lean
wickedly told me to get under the table and kiss everyone's feet. I was so
humiliated. The bar maid came back with the drinks and my wife pointed out that
I was her husband and would be under the table for a bit but the bar maid could
ask that I come out if she wanted.

I guess the teenager wasn't quite up to that but she never made us leave or
called the police either as Lean forced me to suck cock in that bar. We decided
not to push things and got out of town fairly quick but just to add salt to my
wound, I had to wear the single load of cum from Mustafa's huge cock all the way
home. It was considered a privilege for me as all the other loads were for my
'wife's' fertile cunt.

What a honeymoon it was and as day seven had come and passed I was given pause
to stop and wonder what was to happen next. Part of me expected to go in the
lake when Tyrone extorted my bank account access.

He made me plead for my life as he put the gun to my temple one last time. Lean
actually begged him to do it and make her a widow... That hurt, but I could
never hold it against her. Tyrone finally said that I would be needed to raise
his children and that Lean was a deserving slut so he would come live with us
and be the master of the house.

That was almost three years ago and life has proceeded on that path ever since.
Lean has become a pure nigger's slut. She wears tattoos on her ass, tits, cunt,
and even in public sight on her arms and ankles proclaiming all sorts of racist
labels. I have my own property of niggers tattooed prominently on my ass.

T-bone got pissed at me one day and got word into the pen of my enslavement.
Several of the niggers coerced me into the cells and gang raped me... I am their
bitch now. It is only a matter of time until my whole life unravels.

Lean wanted to spend a night in prison herself... I was so anxious that we would
get caught. The niggers actually didn't even really hurt her as I was able to
get her to seventeen hard timers.

Lean especially has a thing for criminals... Rapists and murders... She has
become something of a pain freak and lives on the danger. We are going to start
up a halfway house to reintroduce violent offenders back into society.

I know what we are doing is wrong and sick but it is all just too late.

'My' children will eventually pay for our sins too. Even though I am not their
father, I still actually love them. It is perverse when Lean makes me get on my
knees and suck Ty's little two year old cock. My wife loves it when the little
dude pisses on me.

Lean seams to be late with her period as I write this. Tyrone and her have told
me she is to be pregnant every year until it is no longer possible. I can't
really get any more humiliated as my family and friends have already abandoned
me but the financial strain of supporting Tyrone, Lean, their breed and all
their assorted love parterres is breaking me.

I have to go now... Little Ty needs to relieve himself but I say just one more
time to warn you be careful what you wish for.


Conclusion of The Ultimate Setup


Note from the author

Wow, this was hard to write. I loved the concept but execution has excruciating.
I hope the end result was worth while.

To get information on this project or to communicate in any other way with the
author please e-mail to writemkarl@hotmail.com