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From: Nate <nate_whtmn1960@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASS} White Pimp Massah (sample scene, int, nc, humil)
Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 07:16:33 -0700
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"Mr. S.. stone ..?" Tanisha stammered as I approached the park
bench. Gathered around her, the small gang of teenage thugs and sluts
visibly tensed as I approached. "I .. "
"Just get in the car," I spoke sternly but evenly, neither my eyes
nor my voice betraying the slightest hint of trepidation. "Now."
"Who the fuck you think you are, motherfucker?" The
wannabe-gangstah closest to Tanisha snapped. He looked no more than
16, his enraged buggy eyes popping out above his lean, muscular frame.
"Darnell .. please ..?" Tanisha tried to plead with the posturing
boy, but he was having none of that.
Defiantly, Darnell draped his wiry arm around my nigger girl's
shoulder, obviously trying to convey that he was now her owner and
protector. "Huh, motherfucker?" his chimp jaw jutted out as he
challenged me. "Pink-ass piece of shit. Best be stepping your sorry
white ass off .."
As he spoke, the other delinquent coons closed ranks around him. I
counted five boys roughly his age backed up by three gum-snapping,
ghetto-licious pickaninnies.
"You heard him, cream," the largest and oldest of the jigs did his
best to sound threatening. "You crawl your cracker ass out of here
right now, and maybe we won't put a cap in it, you know what I mean
..?"
"Yeah, right .." I dismissed the whole of them and refocused my
attention to Tanisha. "I said, GET in the car, girl. Now!"
Instinctively reacting to the sound of my voice, Tanisha tried to push
away from Darnell and move to the car, but the sneering coon held her
tight. "You don't get it, do you, cracker?" he spit at me.
"You don't own her no more. She ain't nothing to you."
"I think we need to teach this cracker a lesson," one of the other
coons hissed.
"Yeah," one of the pickaninnies added. "Teach this white boy a
lesson, Tyrell."
"So this is the way you want it, then?" I smiled at Tanisha.
"You REALLY want to do it this way?"
She stared at me, her eyes a mixture of confusion, terror and hope.
Then she nodded quickly, turning her cueball eyes down to the ground.
Stupid little nigger girl.
"You know I'm going to whip your ass when we get of here, don't
you, girl?" I grinned.
"You ain't gonna do nothing to her, cracker!" Darnell exploded.
"She with me now. You ain't her pimp no more .."
"I'm more than that, boy," I chuckled. "I'm her Massah, and
I'm going to be your Massah, too, unless you let her go right now."
"FUCK YOU!" He broke away from Tanisha and lunged at me with a
knife. He was fast.
I was faster. The stun gun I'd been clutching in my jacket pocket
the whole time sizzled into life against his sculpted ebony chest. An
instant later, he was whining and writhing on the ground at my feet. I
sank my left boot into his chimp jaw and licked my lips as I heard that
sweet, sickening, slushy crack.
The other wannabe gangstahs stopped dead in their tracks. They had the
numbers to overpower me, but not the courage. I stretched out my
6'5" frame, flexed my muscles, and then grabbed Tanisha by her
cornrows. Twisting my wrist, I brought the little niglet down to her
knees.
"God, Massah," she blubbered, kissing my feet and hugging my knees.
"Tanisha so sorry, Massah .. Please, MASSAH! PLEASE!"
The back of my hand CRACKED across the pickaninny's face. Her neck
snapped back, and all the nigger's gasped at the harsh reality of my
righteous WHITE AUTHORITY.
"This?!" I kicked Darnell again, this time in the gut. "This was
your BIG protection?!" I pulled up the nigger girl's bug-eyed
skull by her cornrows. I mashed her face into my engorged crotch as
she desperately and worshipfully kissed the pulsating bulge of my
ten-inch fuck tusk. "This little punk-ass nigger?!" I leaned down
now and spit in the boy's bleary eyes. "You still want a piece of
me, BOY?" I gripped his face in my hand. "I'm talking to you,
boy!"
"Tyrell?!" one of the nigger sluts squealed to the gang's leader.
"Ain't you gonna do something? Tyrell!?"
"Fuck," the big nigger spat, his subhuman brain barely able to
comprehend the scene in front of him. This wasn't supposed to
happen. Whitey wasn't supposed to get the drop on a brother in his
own 'hood. Yet, there lay Darnell, Tyrell's own homey, prostrated
and groveling at Whitey's feet.
"Damn it, Tyrell!" another ghetto cunt yipped. "Kick his
motherfucking white ass!"
His face burning with BLACK shame, Tyrell suddenly made a lunge at me.
I saw the move coming a mile away. Nonchalantly, I poised myself for
his clumsy assault. This time, my stun gun jabbed up between the
coon's sturdy black legs. Even with the thick baggy denim shielding
his crotch, the voltage ripped through Tyrell's gorilla groin.
Clutching his bestial balls, the wannabe thug collapsed on the ground
next to him homey, Darnell.
"Anybody else want to try?" I snickered, waving the stun gun at the
cringing chimps while I rested the heel of my left jackboot atop
Tyrell's gibbering skull.
No one moved. The fear in their eyes was palpable. The blood in my
cock raged. I decided to have some fun.
I pulled Darnell up to his feet. He could barely stand, but he was
starting to recover. I put the stun gun in his hand. "Come on,
nigger, I'll make it fair," I goaded him. "Take your best
shot."
He looked at stun gun in disbelief. Then a wild look came over his
eyes. He sparked the stun gun and lunged at me again.
I telegraphed his blow, side-stepped him, slapped his nappy head, and
then grabbed his wrist. One snap later, and the stun gun fell to the
ground, and his right wrist hung limp and useless at his side.
Like a wild animal, he came at me again. I punched him in the jaw,
spun him around by his wounded arm, and kicked him on the back of the
knees. He tumbled to the earth like a sack of shit. I kicked him
while he was down. He tried to crawl away, but I stepped on his spinal
cord. While he squirmed beneath me, I unzipped my trousers.
"Pull down your boyfriend's pants," I ordered Tanisha as I
extracted my ten-inch rape hammer.
Without even a moment's hesitation, she kowtowed, "Yes, Massah."
With zombie eyes and robotic movements, she crawled over to Darnell and
began undoing his baggy jeans.
"Tanisha ..?" Darnell blubbered.
"Shiiiiit!" one of the ghetto cunts couldn't help but gasp as she
drank in every gnarled, veiny inch of my thick, meaty pig sticker.
"Damn," one of the wannabe thugs whispered despite himself.
Having heard my zipper and felt Tanisha's hands on his jeans, Darnell
turned around in a start. The look in his big mooneyes was priceless
when he came eye-to-piss-hole with my enraged WMD, White Monster Dick.
Ten flawless inches of Aryan ivory as thick as a can of Colt 45. "No
..." Darnell bawled.
"It'll be all right, boy," I chuckled. "Massah's going to
take care of you now. Massah's going to teach you what being a
nigger is all about."
Darnell tried to squirm away from Tanisha, but he was too weak from his
ass-kicking, and my little nigger girl was very determined. As she
removed his jeans and shorts, I grabbed Tyrell's nappy, sobbing head
and pulled his chimp face up to my swollen fuck spear.
"You don't want me to dry bone your homey, do you, boy?" I
taunted Tyrell. "Why don't you wrap those big monkey lips around
this big white cock and spit shine me, boy?"
He shook his head "no," but his ape mouth parted dutifully. With
glassy eyes, he looked down along the barrel of my flesh rifle as I
jabbed it in and out of his shell-shocked skull.
If you want to know what happens next, email nate_whtmn1960@yahoo.com.