Defiled Young Social Worker Version 2

By:  The Cryptkeeper

(Note: This is still a draft and may undergo further revisions
before completion. You may wish to wait for the final version to
be posted in my main directory to avoid ruining the surprise. The
choice is yours.)

WARNING:  Please do not read this work if subjects containing
rape and violence offend you.

The September sun beat down on Lisa through the open sunroof of
her blue Acura as she pulled up to her last case for the day in
the middle of the projects. The young, 22-year-old accepted this
job with the Department of Children and Families (DCF) three
months ago after graduating from college. She just started
getting the swing of things and looked forward to successfully
finishing her probationary period with the agency and perhaps
going on to pursue a masters degree.

A confident, well educated woman with a bright future, Lisa
worried more about the security of her car in this terrible
neighborhood than her own safety. This was a new family assigned
to Lisa's supervision due to child neglect - a 32-year-old single
mother with three children.

It had been a long day and Lisa looked forward to returning home
and starting the weekend even though her husband, Doug, was on
deployment in Afghanistan and she would be alone. She planned on
completing the four page letter to him she started yesterday
evening.  Like her other love notes to Doug, this one would be
scented with her best perfume and sealed with a lipstick imprint
of her kiss. They married two months ago before his departure
with the military.

More beautiful than she realized, Lisa stood a medium height with
a petite figure, the result of regularly exercising and eating a
healthy diet.  She sported firm, C-cup breasts, a cute, round
butt, and soft, brunette hair reaching slightly past her
shoulders.  Smooth, unblemished skin, high cheekbones, a little
nose and big, blue eyes comprised her angular face.

Wearing an attractive, black pantsuit with grey pinstripes, her
loud heels announced her approach as she travelled the walkway to
the apartment.

Lisa knocked on the door.   A black female answered.

"Hi, Im Lisa Codell with the Department of Children and
Families. Are you Shaquanda Green?" Lisa inquired, a bright smile
revealing her perfect teeth.

Growing up in a white, middle class neighborhood, Lisa had
limited exposure to blacks before taking this job. But she
learned in school how her race previously oppressed them, causing
their present poverty.  Like many young people, Lisa had plans
for the future and wanted to make a positive difference in the
world.

"I is Shaquanda," the black woman said.  She looked fairly
attractive. Light brown eyes and a golden complexion combined
with an aquiline nose hinted at Hispanic or European influence
somewhere in her ancestry.  She was medium build  not fat but
definitely thick and muscular.  Shaquanda draped herself in
expensive gold jewelry: rings on several fingers and thick chain
necklaces.

"Hi Shaquanda, may I come in to check the kids and their home
environment out today?"

For eight years DCF had been sending social workers to Shaquanda
to check on her kids.  She knew these visits usually took an hour
or two, sometimes longer to interview each child. "Ya can't come
in now. I's got company," Shaquanda answered impatiently.

Lisa wasnt sure how to react. In her three months with the
agency no one refused scheduled visits.

"Ma'am, Im sorry.  But I have to see your kids and where they
live.  If you don't let me the DCF will take your children into
protective custody," Lisa warned.  I only want to help.

"Ya threatening me, bitch?" Shaquanda yelled with her neck
swerving side to side. Her dark hair in braids with costly
extensions and bright red beads at their ends pendulously swung
with the movement of her head. "Ya best come back later, if ya
know what's good for ya!"

Shaquandas hostility shocked Lisa.  She tried being diplomatic,
"No, no, you dont understand.  Please, maam. Im on your side.
Theyll take your kids if you dont let me do my job.

If they took her kids, the welfare checks would stop. But this
cute little social worker was a far cry from the fat, older,
black women that previously visited  right up Shaquandas alley.

Shaquanda liked girls since childhood.  Living with an old black
man she knew as Uncle Joe, she never knew her father.  Her
mother, a hopeless drug addict, left Shaquanda to roam the
streets at an early age.

By the time Shaquanda turned 11 years old, the sexual abuse
started.  Uncle Joe couldnt get erections, so he paid Shaquanda
and her other female friends to do things to each other while he
watched.  He woke her many nights touching her private places.
She screamed in pain when he mercilessly broke her tender, young
body with a dildo.  This was when she discovered she preferred
girls to boys.

Shaquandas traumatic childhood formed the foundation for a much
more deviant sexuality. Reggie happened to be with her today and
he had a thing for petite white girls too.

Shaquanda abruptly changed strategies and feigned defeat, "No,
don't takes my babies. Ya can come in.

Lisa entered the dingy, rundown apartment, musty air filling her
sinuses.  The walls originally white, yellowed by age and grease,
needed painting. The place appeared disorganized with debris
strewn about and could use a good cleaning.

"It says here you have one girl and two boys, ages eight, nine,
and 10. Where are they?" Lisa questioned looking down at the form
on her clipboard, the back of which she had spent idle time
drawing hearts with her and Dougs name in them.

"They's with my sister," Shaquanda answered.

"Does anyone else live here with you besides the children?" Lisa
asked.

"Jus Reggie sometimes. He's in da bedroom. Ya wants to meet him?"


"I need to interview your children," Lisa replied.  When will
they be here?

"Reggie, ya has a vistor!" Shaquanda yelled, ignoring Lisas
question.

Reggie, a 35-year-old drug dealer and Shaquandas pimp, came out
from her bedroom. He stood 6 4, 225 pounds of solid muscle. He
wore an angry scowl  a big vein bulging beneath the surface of
his forehead  as if interrupted from something important.

"What you want, Shaquanda?" Reggie asked.

"Dis here young lady with social services be threatening to take
my young ones away," Shaquanda said, giving Reggie a wink and
wicked smile.

Reggie took a second look at the beautiful social worker. He
liked young, white pussy a lot, and nailed plenty, but this girl
could be a professional model with her figure and face.

Reggie found white girls attractive ever since he could remember.
In high school he fell hard for one named Charlene. Charlene
convinced Reggie to buy her expensive rings and jewelry with
money he made hustling drugs on the street.  She then accused
Reggie of raping her.  Exhausting all his resources on an
unsuccessful defense, Reggie received thirty years in prison
until DNA evidence set him free.

A white judge and jury convicted him of a crime he never
committed, and took three years of his life without compensation,
leaving him penniless.  But in jail, Reggie learned how to become
a really successful criminal, making friends with members of
organized crime who explained the synergistic benefits of
combining drugs with human trafficking and prostitution.

Reggie observed Lisas wedding band and assumed she was a typical
uppity white bitch never fucked by a black man.

Lisa felt uneasy as Reggie approached, undressing her with his
dark eyes.

"I just need to ask a couple quick questions and I'll come back
another time when the kids are here," Lisa nervously said.

Reggie stood inches away, almost making physical contact with
Lisa and towering over her.

"Suppose we doesn't feel like answering no questions?" Reggie
sneered pulling Lisa's clipboard from her hands and tossing it
across the room.

Hey! Lisa blurted. I need that.

"Who da fuck ya think ya is coming in here and threatening to
take Shaquanda's babies?"

They had this all wrong.  She was there to help them, not take
the children.  Lisa backed away from the giant black man.

"Get da door, Shaquanda. I think we needs to teach this white
bitch a lesson," Reggie barked.

Shaquanda, pleasantly surprised by Reggies spontaneity, raced to
the door blocking possible escape.

Lisa found herself against the wall unable to retreat.  Reggie
grabbed hold of her arms.

"Get your hands off of me! I'm going to have you arrested for
assault," Lisa threatened, unsuccessfully attempting to jerk free
of Reggie's grasp.

Reggie let go and slapped Lisa hard across the face, leaving a
red mark on her left cheek and causing her to see stars.

"You threatening me now, bitch?" Reggie asked tearing Lisa's
purse from her shoulder and flinging it to Shaquanda.

"Find her cell phone. She ain't calling nobody," Reggie yelled.

Lisa rubbed her cheek and stared at Reggie in shock.  She tasted
a trickle of blood.  Everything happened so fast she didnt know
whether to scream or try reasoning with him. Before she could
decide, Reggies meaty hand covered her mouth and Lisa found
herself being dragged toward the room Reggie came from, her shoes
furrowing the worn, green carpet on the way.

"Get her clothes off whiles I hold her," Reggie barked whirling
Lisa around like a rag doll and wrestling her into bed. "I's goin
to teach her to respect black men."

Hearing their intentions, Lisa thrashed even more in Reggies
lap, but his overpowering strength pulled her tightly into his
chest, which rose and fell from his deep breaths.

Shaquanda smiled, unveiling a piano key arrangement of white and
gold teeth, as she began unbuttoning Lisa's blouse.

"I bet ya never had a big, black cock before," she taunted, her
spider-like fingers crawling down the buttons on Lisa's shirt.

Lisa's blue eyes grew large with fear. She had only been with one
man her entire life  her husband, Doug. This couldnt be
happening.  Rape was something that occurred to other unfortunate
women, not her.  Lisa mustered all her strength, but could not
break free from Reggie.

"MMMPPPHHH!" Lisa tried to scream.

"Ya a lucky girl. Once Reggie spoils ya with his huge cock, ya
ain't never gonna be satisfied with small pricks," Shaquanda
teased.

Lisas blouse hung open.  Her firm breasts filled her pink, silk
bra like strong winds against sails on a ship. Lisa flailed in
Reggie's embrace as Shaquanda's hands reached her pants.

"Ooooh, look what we has here," Shaquanda said pulling Lisas
pants down her kicking legs, revealing  pink, silk bikini briefs
matching her racy bra.

Scantily clad in undergarments, Lisa struggled with Reggie in
bed.  But two against one, Shaquanda next removed Lisa's bra
unveiling her perky young tits, light pink nipples and quarter
sized areolas.


"And now let's see what dis dumb, white bitch has waiting down
here for us," Shaquanda said placing her thumbs in the waistband
of Lisas panties.

Lisa kicked and squirmed to prevent Shaquanda from proceeding.

Shaquanda worked in prostitution long enough to know how pimps
got new girls to cooperate.  She pinched Lisas nipples hard with
her glossy fingernails professionally manicured in red acrylic
polish, and twisted.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!! Lisas muffled screeches filled the
room.

If ya thinks dat hurt, Ill rip dem pretty things off if ya
doesnt stop fightin, Shaquanda threatened.  She returned to the
panties, Lisas kicks subdued to a slight wiggle.

Having partial cooperation, Shaquanda gracefully pulled the soft
fabric down Lisas long legs, as if uncovering an artwork. The
last vestige of Lisas privacy removed, Shaquandas hands slid
between Lisas closed knees.

Open up and let us see what ya got, Shaquanda said.

No way would Lisa allow these animals to molest her. Her legs
stayed stubbornly closed.

Reggie grew impatient.  He had other ways to make girls
cooperate.  "Go's and gets the works for her," Reggie instructed
Shaquanda.

With Shaquanda from the room, Lisa struggled for adequate air
through her nostrils, trying to pull Reggies hand from her
mouth.

"Ya need to calm down," Reggie spoke in Lisa's ear.  We wont
hurt ya if ya does what we says.

Lisa didn't understand what Reggie meant by the works. But she
wasnt going settle down and allow them to have their way with
her  never! She had to get free.

Shaquanda returned with a rubber tourniquet and syringe
containing an exotic date rape mixture: a pharmaceutical grade
substance used legitimately for anesthesia with other nasty
street drugs including cocaine and heroin.

The meaning of the works now became evident to Lisa and she
strove harder to get free, squirming like a snake in Reggies
embrace, while Shaquanda tightened the tourniquet around her arm.

"MMMPPHHH!!" Lisa tried to scream so someone might hear her. Her
prior determination to fight turned to desperation.  She wanted
Reggie and Shaquanda to know she was sorry; that she wouldnt
tell anyone what happened if they let her go.

"It gonna be okay once ya try dis," Shaquanda said holding Lisa's
struggling arm straight.

Lisa didnt know what substances the syringe contained, but they
couldnt be good.  She never touched drugs her entire life. She
witnessed how they destroyed lives these past three months
working for DCF. She didnt even like taking aspirin. It wasnt
going to be okay, like Shaquanda claimed, if they put that poison
into her.  But Lisa already expended so much energy jostling
Reggie.  Her exertions to yank her arm from Shaquanda's grasp got
weaker, only serving to distend her veins more and make them
easier targets.

"That's it girl, keeps fightin," Shaquanda encouraged.  She felt
Lisa tiring.

Fatigued, Lisas arm stopped moving enough for Shaquanda to
quickly stick a vein exclaiming, Gotcha.

Lisa may not have known it, but the battle was over.  Reggie
removed his hand from her mouth.

Drawing in a deep breath Lisa cried, Oooowwwee, please dont put
that in me, and watched Shaquanda slowly depress the plunger.

Dont move, Honey, or the needle might break in you, Shaquanda
warned.

Lisa quietly observed Shaquanda empty the remnants of the syringe
into her vein, everything seeming to move in slow motion.

"There we go," Shaquandas voice echoed in Lisas ears, breaking
the awkward silence.   Shaquanda pulled the needle out of Lisas
arm, a drop of blood oozing from the site. Shaquanda wiped it
with her thumb and then popped the digit in her mouth.

Mmmmm, sweet, Shaquanda commented tasting Lisas blood. "Ya
gonna feel so good," she added, removing the tourniquet and
allowing the potent drugs to rush through Lisas circulatory
system.

Ya ever get high before? Shaquanda asked.

No, Lisa muttered.  The closest she ever came to using drugs
was an occasional glass of wine. The chemicals now in her
bloodstream caused every neuron in her nervous system to spark in
euphoria.

"What did you give me?" Lisa slurred. In a place somewhere
between consciousness and sleep, Lisa dreamed while still awake.
She didnt even notice Reggie release her.

Reggie lifted Lisa off his lap and gently laid her back in the
bed, her head resting on a fluffy pillow.  His eyes greedily
scanned her nubile body, now his, before he rose from the bed to
undress.

Do ya mind if I get her ready for ya? Shaquanda asked.

Reggie enjoyed girl on girl action, Sure, go ahead. Knock
yourself out and have fun with her.

Reggie watched Shaquanda slither like a lizard into the bed and
pry Lisa's legs open.

Besides a narrow, neatly trimmed strip of brown pubic hair above
her vagina, the rest of Lisa appeared hairless.  Shaquanda
wondered if this rich, white bitch used laser treatments to get
so smooth.

"Aren't you a pretty thing," Shaquanda commented stretching
Lisa's labia apart and revealing light pink flesh.

"No," Lisa murmured.

Shaquanda licked her finger to softly stroke Lisa's sensitive
hood while dipping her tongue in her pink hole.

"Noh, stop," Lisa cried, pushing Shaquanda's head, her braids
like small ropes through Lisas fingers. How could another woman
do this to her?  It was revolting.

Shaquanda sexually assaulted Lisa for her own good reasons.  By
the time Shaquanda turned 16 years old she worked as a prostitute
and never finished school. She didnt get the nice upbringing and
stable childhood this white bitch enjoyed  to attend college,
afford a new car, marry a man and start a family.

Lisa got all the breaks in life, and threatened to take
Shaquandas kids and welfare money.  Shaquanda found Lisa
gorgeous and loathed everything she stood for.

Oh, oh, no, stop it, Lisa whined.

Shaquandas experience as a prostitute taught her how to expertly
please both men and women. She could even make a young girl who
wasnt lesbian cum.

It was a bad dream. No, Lisa briefly realized she was being
raped. Then she was dreaming again.  The drugs kept Lisa
confused, her thoughts scattered.  She closed her eyes to the
unwanted sensation between her legs taking over.

As Lisa lay in her drug induced state, the attention to her pussy
changed  it felt differently. She looked down and saw Reggie
positioning his charcoal penis at her entrance. The thing was
huge, with numerous veins bulging along its long, thick shaft and
a big scrotum containing testicles each the size of walnuts. It
looked so much larger than Doug's.  It couldnt be real.  This
had to be a bad dream because no man possessed a penis that big.

"NOO! Lisa whined, her pussy tightly stretching around a cock
not her husband's.

Reggie worked his uncanny phallus inside Lisa, making her pussy
adjust to his large size. With each thrust, her tiny cunt further
accommodated him.

"Please don't do this to me," Lisa cried.  But her pussy took
more and more of Reggie inside it. "I'm married. Please stop,"
she continued, trying to push Reggie off.

Shaquanda laughed at Lisa, Reggie drilling deeper into the stoned
bitch.

"When Reggie finishes, yur husband's small cock aint gonna
satisfy ya no more," she taunted. "Yur pussy be gettin spoiled by
Reggie's big, black cock.

Feeling Reggie's balls slapping against her ass, Lisa believed
this was a terrible nightmare. At least the pressure and
discomfort subsided once she adapted to his size.

Reggie felt Lisa's pussy become responsive and contract around
his rod. He decided to change positions and withdrew his long,
slick cock from Lisa's wet cunt.

Lisa looked down and noticed his large, shiny schlong twitch as
it pointed away from Reggie's body.

"Help get her on top of me, Shaquanda," Reggie said, rolling on
to his back beside Lisa.

Shaquanda took a moment to suck Lisa's juices from Reggie's cock,
her head bobbing up and down several times removing all of Lisa
from his shaft.Mmmmm, mmmm she moaned before pulling her mouth
away.

Her pussy tastes so good. Ya gots to taste it, Shaquanda said
moving to Lisa and encouraging her to sit up.

Befuddled, Lisa awkwardly followed Shaquandas guiding efforts to
position her above Reggie.

Shaquanda held Reggies thick, heavy cock to Lisa's pink
entrance. Reggie placed his hands  callused from hours at the
gym pumping iron instead of earning an honest living  on Lisa's
hips and pushed down.

"That's it, girl," Shaquanda encouraged as Lisa's slid on
Reggies long, black rod.

"Oh!" Lisa blurted impaling herself. Reggie began working his
pelvis.  Shaquanda reached down and caressed Lisas clitoris.

"Nooooooooh!" Lisa cried. But she instinctively moved her hips,
her pussy forcefully contracting around Reggies cock.

"That's it girl, fuck that big, black cock," Shaquanda
encouraged.  Shaquanda wanted to see the white bitch cum.

Reggie pulled Lisa backwards.  She lied supinely on top of him
with his cock sawing in and out of her.

Shaquanda joined by licking Lisa again. Oh, yes, ya taste so
good, girl, Shaquanda said.  She licked more, and then sucked
Lisas clit, causing it to engorge.

Nooooh, Lisa whined.

Yes, Shaquanda mimicked, gently retracting Lisas swollen hood
with her thumb and gingerly licking the exposed head.

Lisa squirmed but Reggie held her tightly to his chest with one
hand on her flat tummy, his other taking turns gently rolling her
hard nipples between his fingers. She had a well toned abdomen
from frequent workouts, with a beautiful belly button that gently
rose and fell with her heavy breathing.

Oh, oh, oh, please, stop, dont, no, Lisa moaned.

Reggie's thrusts increased.  Lisa sensed he was going to cum.

"Please don't cum inside me."

She needed to get used to having her cunt filled with his jism,
Reggie thought.

"Oh, no," Lisa cried receiving Reggies semen. Doug used condoms
with her because they werent ready to start a family and birth
control pills gave her migraines.

Lisa's pussy traitorously contracted around Reggies black cock,
as if encouraging him to cum more in her.  She filled up with
rich, potent cream.

A few moments later Shaquanda pulled Reggie's deflating shaft
from Lisa's still aroused pussy, and sucked it clean while
watching surplus cum ooze from Lisa's cunt.

****************

The drugs made Lisa peacefully forget.  She floated in bed high
in the clouds, unconcerned about Reggies vigorous sperm swimming
inside her while Reggie went through her purse and found keys to
her blue Acura. He took cash in her wallet amounting to $98 and
destroyed everything else  her credit cards, drivers license,
voter registration, and her work identification.  All were cut
into tiny pieces and carefully discarded in a trash bag. She
wouldnt need any of it anymore, Reggie determined.

The pictures in Lisas cell phone didnt show a single black
person and revealed to Reggie that she recently married some
white boy in the Army.  Reggie stepped outside and smashed her
phone on the concrete walkway.  After throwing it down several
times, he picked up the broken slivers of plastic.  He saw her
blue Acura parked in front.  It was a nice car.  Too bad it had
to go to the chop shop.  Reggie whipped out his cell phone.

Hi Ray, this be Reggie.  Im staring at a nice new Acura right
now over at Shaquandas with yur name on it.  I gots keys for it.
Yea, da owner dont need it no more.  She gonna be lying on her
back not doing much driving  except maybe on my stick shift,
Reggie chuckled.  I needs ya to make it disappear right away.

Reggie came back inside barking to Shaquanda, Give me all her
clothes. He took a few minutes deeply inhaling the scent from
Lisas panties.  He basked in their fragrance.  Then everything
of Lisas  including her purse, shoes, panties and bra  went
into the trash bag destined for the furnace.  We better shoot
her up again and move her to my place at Kenneth Courts in case
they comes looking for her here, Reggie said to Shaquanda.

Something constricted around Lisas arm and someone held it
outstretched.  She couldnt move it. Lisa turned her head and saw
Shaquanda with a syringe to her distended vein.

Please, no more, Lisa murmured.

**************************

Lisa woke up naked in a strange bed confused and only remembering
bits of weird dreams.   She reached down; the wisp of pubic hair
above her pussy felt crusty, like dried hair gel. Upon further
examination, her tummy and tits contained similar residue.  She
sat up and scanned the room for her clothes.

Thick curls of old paint pealed from the walls like badly sun
burned skin; in spots plaster had fallen from lathing, leaving
craters like pockmarks on an acne scarred face.  Dust and
scattered pieces of crumbled plaster covered the dull, hardwood
floors.  Where was she? How did she get here?  What was she doing
here? She felt foggy and couldnt think straight.  Where were her
clothes?

Shaquanda noticed Lisa staggering from Reggie's room nude, her
hand against the wall for support.

When Shaquanda hooked up with Reggie five years ago, Reggie
treated her decently, never roughing her up, or thankfully,
starting her on drugs like this white bimbo.

"Ya sho had a good time with me and Reggie last night. Was dat
yur first time with a black man?" Shaquanda asked.

Lisa looked at Shaquanda confused.  Who was Reggie?  What was she
talking about?

Ive got to go, Lisa said heading toward the door.  The
surroundings appeared to flow like liquid and she couldnt walk
straight, her legs turning to rubber.  Small chips of paint broke
off and lodged beneath her fingernails from grabbing the wall to
avoid falling.

Now wheres ya goin in yur condition with no clothes on?
Shaquanda asked, grabbing hold of Lisas arm and guiding her over
to Reggies sofa.

Lisa fell back in the worn couch and stared at Shaquanda with a
perplexed look.

Just sit and relax.  Everything will be okay, Shaquanda
reassured her.  Shaquanda picked up a cell phone and called
someone.

Yur new girlfriend is up. She still out of it, but ya better get
over here quick, Shaquanda said.

Lisa was still high and didnt understand what Shaquanda was
saying about her.

Why am I naked? Lisa asked.  Where are my clothes?  She felt
like she was dreaming.

Shaquanda didnt answer.

Wheres my wedding band? Lisa inquired holding her hands up in
astonishment and noting the missing ring from her finger 
everything looked so different.

She must have dozed off.  A big black man in baggy gym shorts
stood in front of her without a shirt.  Lisa noticed huge muscles
in his arms, chest, and stomach, and a ridiculous bulge in his
shorts.  No one had a thing that big except in this strange dream
she kept having.

Can I make her cum first, Shaquanda asked Reggie.  Ya know I
like pussy too.

Lets give her more shit first. Then ya can go down on her all
ya want. I dont want her too lucid til we breaks her in more,
Reggie said.

No, what are you giving me? Lisa yiped, a crease forming
between her eyebrows.  Reggie held her still in his lap while she
watched Shaquanda stick a needle in her arm again.

She aint struggling as much, Shaquanda remarked.

Oh, Lisa murmured as if recalling something familiarly
pleasant. Shaquanda removed Lisas tourniquet and euphoria
exploded inside her.

She startin to like dis shit, Shaquanda commented, staring at
Lisas reaction.  Lisas head fell back, her mouth open  her
face became  serene, her eyes dreamy.  Reggie used drugs on his
white girls to keep them in line, since most came from good
families. He learned his lesson with Charlene, who almost ruined
his life.  Once hooked, they were hopelessly trapped by
addiction.

Shaquanda put the needle down on the coffee table next to the
couch and moved Lisa into a straddling position on Reggies lap.
Reggie opened his legs causing Lisas to spread apart as well. He
looked down from above Lisas shoulder and watched. Shaquanda
parted Lisas labia and culled her clit from the delicate, pink
folds.  Shaquanda then licked her thumb and gently stroked Lisas
clitoral hood.

No, please, oh, dont, not there, oooooooooooooh Lisa moaned.

Oh, yes, right there, Shaquanda said. Did I find yur love
button, Baby? Shaquanda asked.

Oh, oooh, ooooh, oooooooooh, nooo, please.

Why ya be saying no?  Look at how wet ya be getting for me,
Shaquanda said.  Ya be doin some good social work for us now.

Lisa squirmed in Reggies lap; he held her tightly in place and
watched how Shaquanda made her pussy glisten with moisture.

Ya gonna cum for us? Shaquanda asked.

No, dont make me do that, Lisa panted. But Shaquanda kept
masturbating her. Shaquanda varied the tempo and pressure of her
touch corresponding with Lisas responses, working Lisas most
sensual areas.

Her pussy look so juicy, Shaquanda said.  She went down on Lisa
and lapped up her nectar.

Ooooooh, ooooooh, ooooooh, noooooo, ooooooh, Lisa mewled, her
palms up, fingers curled, pushing Shaquandas head but unable to
move her away.

Lisas contorted face amused Reggie. What would her husband think
seeing her cum from a black woman?  That white boy wouldnt ever
be getting her fine pussy back.

Shaquandas head finally rose from between Lisas legs, Lisas
juice glistening on her lips and chin.

I counted her cum eight times for me, Shaquanda proudly boasted
to Reggie.  She have a real sensitive clitty. Shaquanda
perversely enjoyed making this straight, white girl orgasm.

Determining Lisa's sensuality helped Reggie further exploit her.
Sensitive girls were sexually vulnerable and made more money for
him when he eventually put them to work.

Im gonna take her to bed and fuck her a while, Reggie said.

I dont want to fuck you, Lisa cried.  She stumbled with Reggie
leading her to the bed.  Im married and my husband is going to
look for me.

Ya aint married no more, Reggie spurned.  Is yur boyfriend
now and no ones going to look for ya.

Reggie pushed Lisa into the old, stained mattress she woke from
earlier, pulled her butt to the edge, and spread her legs apart.

Please dont fuck me again, Lisa cried.  She felt his fingers
part her labia and then pressure from his monster phallus pushing
into her entrance.

At least wear a rubber for me, Lisa begged.

Sorry, Baby, we never using rubbers, so gets the idea out of yur
purty head.  Ya gotta get used to my uncovered cock inside ya. It
better dis way  we gets to share each others feeling and be
more intimate. Reggie replied.

Lisa felt his cock sinking into her.

Ya feels really good, Reggie exclaimed putting his cock deeper
into Lisas moist pussy.

He used the same technique he watched Shaquanda use on Lisas
clit, softly and slowly rubbing around it, making her responsive.

Why are you doing this to me? Lisa whimpered.

Shush  I is doing it cause yur my girlfriend now.  Dont dat
feel good? Reggie asked, his finger manipulating her engorged
clitoris.

The drugs helped her let go.  Lisa stopped crying and bit her
fist.  His big cock filled her and touched sensitive places
Dougs penis never reached.  She writhed on Reggies pole of
pleasure, her female responses growing stronger.

Oh, my God, oh, oh, oh, ooooooooooooooooooooooooh,
noooooooooooooooo, Lisa moaned.  Her pussy clenched Reggies
cock as tightly as a boa constrictor.

Dont cum in me again, Lisa gasped.  Take it out.

The more he came in her pussy, the more complacent Lisa would
become with it, Reggie reasoned. She needed to accept complete
intimacy with him.

Reggies warm semen flowed copiously into her receptive cunt.

Oh, God, you came in me again! Lisa demurred.

******************************

Shaquanda arrived with a bag of supplies.  Did you give our
girlfriend her medicine already? she asked.

Yea, I just finished, Reggie replied. To soften them up, the
initial doses Reggie gave new girls were always the most
powerful, containing a potent anesthetic date rape compound in
addition to heroin, cocaine, and other nasty ingredients.  But at
this point, Lisas cocktails consisted mostly of cocaine and
heroin without the date rape component  still extremely
addictive and effective, but rendering her more cognizant and
less docile.

Good, I hope ya gave her extra.  Ya know she get a little feisty
with me when yur not around.

Shaquanda opened the bag and with a great, big smile revealing
several gold teeth, pulled out the hugest, black, silicone dildo
Reggie ever saw, making even his eyebrows raise.

I brought dis to keep her entertained while yur out.  Im gonna
teach her how to use it.  Oh, and I got some of dis too,
Shaquanda added fishing out a bottle of sensual lubricant to use
with the dildo.

Reggie prepared to leave and Shaquanda went into the bedroom.

From the living room he heard Lisa yell, No, get away from me
with that! Reggie smirked.  Lisa wouldnt be nearly as defiant
if she knew he was still there. Maybe she needed more narcotics.

Shaquanda wore the same smile she gave Reggie moments ago,
coating the long, shiny, silicone dildo with sensual gel in front
of Lisa.

Lisa was never very sexual, and lesbian sex really repulsed her.
Returning from ballet lessons one evening while in college,
Lisas dormitory roommates were watching a porno on the Internet
with two girls doing each other in the scene.  Lisa only viewed a
few seconds before growing sick to her stomach and leaving.

Now in the bed naked, Lisa held her knees up to her face and
tightly closed, watching in revulsion as Shaquandas fingers
encircled the slick, black toy and worked the lubricant up and
down its length, readying it for Lisa like she was gracefully
masturbating a real penis.

Oh, ya gonna learn to love dis, Shaquanda teased.

Reggie waited before leaving in case Shaquanda needed help,
overhearing everything:

Stop it  no!  Youre sick and perverted. Thats disgusting,
Lisa shouted.

The bed banged against the wall a few times, its noisy springs
squealed from the commotion occurring on it  then what sounded
like two slaps followed by silent pause... No, dont put it
there ohstop it  take it out, aah, no  please, dont, oh! I
dont want to, Lisa whimpered.

Over the course of 20 minutes, he heard less fretting from Lisa,
and more groans.  Shaquanda obviously handled the little slut and
Reggie left.

Lisas hands finally remained out of the way and twisted the
sheets instead of trying to interfere with Shaquanda, who now
slowly worked the large dildo in and out of Lisas pussy
unfettered.

Ya see how good dis feels? Shaquanda asked.

Oh, God   noh.

Shaquanda used the dildo at angles on Lisa providing maximum
stimulation. With Lisa becoming pacified, Shaquanda devoted more
energy to pleasuring the girl, and began intermittently stroking
Lisas clitoral hood.

Reggie returned later that afternoon to an entirely different
orchestra.

Ooooh, yes, yur cuming again! Shaquanda cajoled.

Oh, oh, oh, please, ooooh, oooooh, dont, uh, Lisa moaned.

He peeked in the dimly lit room, the setting suns rays leaking
through the tightly closed blinds, and observed Shaquanda
smoothly working the dildo in and out of Lisa. Shaquanda appeared
to deeply concentrate on Lisas pussy, touching its folds,
causing Lisas hips to rise and fall in perfect cadence with the
dildos movements like a bow playing notes on a violin.

What a pretty pussy ya has.  I gonna make lots of love to ya for
a long time, Shaquanda cooed.

Reggie quietly closed the door leaving Shaquanda to her evil
undertaking.

**************************

Right before getting married, Lisa went out with some of the
girls from work one evening.  Over drinks  Lisa had one glass of
wine  the subject of sex arose.  The girls talked about their
boyfriends versus masturbating and which was better, but Lisa
remained suspiciously quite.  Look at Lisa turn red, they
joked.  To her, sex was an obligation to the man she loved, not
something she contemplated often, desired, or felt comfortable
experiencing.   Being self-conscious about her body, she never
played with herself, thinking the act vulgar and unladylike.

Lisa finished a morning shower; she wanted to wear clothes again.
 Only having a small towel to dry with, she tried avoiding the
embarrassing reflection of her naked body in the cracked medicine
cabinet mirror.  Shaquanda and Reggie took away anything she
tried covering herself with.  The bathroom door even lacked a
lock and they entered unexpectedly whenever they wished.

Shaquanda arrived while Lisa showered.  When Lisa left the
bathroom she shivered with dread observing that Shaquanda brought
the sex toy bag with her again.

Come on, Baby, Reggie said grabbing Lisas arm and escorting
her to the bedroom.  It time for yur medicine.

Please, I dont want more; Ill be good, Lisa said.

Ill gives ya a little less today if ya behave, Reggie replied.

Lisa watched Reggie tap the syringe with his finger a few times
and squirt a thin fountain of liquid in the air from its sharp
tip. It looked like the same amount he usually gave her.

Please dont leave me with Shaquanda today, Lisa implored, not
that Reggie was a better alternative.

Reggie stuck the needle in her vein.

Oh, God, Lisa sighed from the addicting drugs entering her
blood again and stimulating her pleasure centers.

Now dont dat feel good? Reggie asked, watching all worry leave
Lisas face.  He nudged her into a reclining position in the bed
and left.

Lisa didnt know how long she had been staring at the ceiling
when Shaquanda entered the room.

Look what I brought, Shaquanda excitedly said pulling out the
obscenely large dildo she used on Lisa yesterday.  It looked like
a shiny, black eel.

No, I dont want to do that again, Lisa whined, scurrying to
the corner of the bed and balling up.

Oh, ya'll feel different about it soon, Shaquanda answered
squirting the sensual gel on its surface like ketchup on a very
large frankfurter. Lisa watched Shaquandas hands spread the
lubricant up and down, up and down, trying not to fathom what
came next.

Please let me go.  I promise I wont tell anyone.

Shaquanda sat on the bed, the tired springs voicing their usual
sorrow from additional weight. Scoot down here and open yur legs
for me, Baby, she instructed patting the dirty mattress.

No, go away.  This is sick.

Shaquanda grabbed Lisas ankle, yanked her to the center of the
bed, and slapped her face.

Im warning ya.  Stay here and open yur legs.

Lisa rubbed her cheek where Shaquandas handprint remained and
cracked her legs apart slightly.

Shaquanda shoved them the rest of the way open, separated Lisas
labia with her thumb and index finger, and went to work with the
dildo.

No dont stop it.  Take it out  no please, Lisa cried.

After some time, Lisa began quieting down.

Ya see? I said ya would change yur mind.  All dat fightin and
getting yur face slapped for nottin, Shaquanda said, slowly
rutting the lengthy dildo in and out, like Shaquandas Uncle Joe
did to her as a child.

OhGod, Lisa moaned.

God? Shaquanda questioned maintaining perfect cadence with the
dildo.  God aint gonna help ya, Baby.  He never helped me and
hes abandoned ya. Now the Devils got ya just like he got me,
Shaquanda retorted.

Ah, oh, oooh, uh, oh, oh, Lisa mewled, beginning to rock her
hips.

Shaquanda took Lisas hand and held it on the dildo as she worked
it.

Like dis, Shaquanda said adjusting the angle so the shaft came
into contact with Lisas clitoris. Dats it, nice, smooth
rhythms. Ya see how pleasant dat feels?

Uh-huh, Lisa responded.

Shaquanda gradually relinquished her grip on Lisas hand,
allowing Lisa to assume most of the work.

Lisa would ultimately catch on, slow down, and redirect the shaft
to minimize stimulating herself.  She didnt want this to feel
good.

But Shaquanda paid close attention.  No, no, like dis, she
instructed repeatedly, manually correcting Lisas hands to resume
proper angle and cadence.

When Lisa began writhing from an intense orgasm, Shaquanda stood
back and watched.  The white bitch finally pleasured herself
completely on her own.

By the end of the week, Lisa hardly resisted the dildo sessions
with Shaquanda and learned to expertly use the toy on herself on
command with little coaching.

********************************

Lisa lost track of how much time passed in the dilapidated
apartment. She remained naked and isolated from the outside world
in a drugged stupor Reggie and Shaquanda kept her in. One of them
always stayed with her and both molested her. Without outside
contact  internet, email, text messages, television, radio, or
newspaper  Lisa missed the headlines about the young social
worker and Army wife who disappeared and the unsuccessful search
to find her.

On occasions when Lisas thoughts cleared, she pondered the
horrible, disgusting things she was doing with Reggie and
Shaquanda.  She missed Doug and wept, remembering their weekend
bike rides together before he joined the Army.  Didnt he notice
her letters stopped and realize she was gone?  Why didnt anyone
come looking for her yet?

***************

She woke in Reggies arms.  It was still night, but she could
make out shadows forming absurd patterns in the blackness.  His
long, thick cock pressed against her thigh as he slept.  They
already fucked like rabbits earlier that evening yet he was hard
again. Lisa couldnt believe Reggies incredible stamina and
recovery time. Nor could she help comparing how sex with this
black man lasted so much longer and occurred far more often than
with Doug.

This was her life now, a life entirely of drugs and sex, being
only with Reggie and Shaquanda.  Her days as a professional
woman, of pursuing interests and hobbies like literature, music,
art, dance, fitness and fashion, of interacting with intelligent
people in normal ways not involving some form of intercourse,
masturbation or shooting drugs, drifted closer to distant memory.

Gets on yur side, Reggie said.  He woke up and wanted to fuck
again.

Reggie didnt need to ask Lisa twice.  She knew what he wanted
and learned after the first days with him that when she didnt
give it, he would take her by force anyway.  Lisa rolled on her
side.

Reggies hand reached under her left knee bringing her leg upward
and over him  into position for entry from the side.  Lisa
reached down and gently aimed Reggies cock for him.

Lisa progressed like other girls he tamed in the past  no
complaints anymore about having sex with him, or requests for him
to wear rubbers.

In the beginning Lisa wasnt accustomed to so much sex, and
dreaded having it with Reggie, especially without barrier
protection, which only added to an intimacy she didnt want with
him. Even her husband, Doug, always used rubbers so she wouldnt
get pregnant.

But Reggie made a point of boning Lisa multiple times every day
without wearing condoms. Sharing body fluids with Reggie became
less and less alien to Lisa.

Oh, oooh, uh-huh, ooooooh, Lisa moaned.  He made her experience
sex naturally without anything separating his penis from her.
Lisas body became fonder of actually feeling him and not a latex
membrane.  But during moments of lucidity from her otherwise drug
altered reality she hated this even though it felt good.

I is gonna cum in ya, Baby, Reggie said.

Oh, oh, naaaaah, okay, uh-huh, Lisa replied in cadence with
Reggies thrusts and the squeaky springs in their bed.

Lisa protested less when Reggie came in her because when he
wanted to, he filled her pussy anyway no matter how she begged or
cried.

The familiar flood of Reggies warm fluid flowed into her; his
thrusts slowed.  He filled her with baby-making spunk again.

Oh, you came, Lisa mumbled.  Reggies flaccid cock remained in
her after releasing its load. Just before falling back to sleep
with it still inside her, Lisa amazingly noted how even
completely soft, Reggies penis was much larger than Dougs fully
erect.

**********************

Sunlight leaked through cracks in the tightly drawn blinds and
woke Lisa. Reggies arm hung across her chest, his hand holding
her breast.  He hadnt given her any drugs since yesterday, which
enabled Lisa to think more clearly than she had in a long time.
Lisa knew Reggie would have his usual morning erection when he
woke and relieve it in her. This day would be like all the others
and the morning fuck would only be the beginning.  If sex had
calories, Reggie and Shaquanda would weigh 900 pounds each.  But
if she could somehow get out of the bed without waking him, she
could escape from this horrible nightmare.

Lisa slowly lifted Reggies hand from her breast and placed it on
his pillow.  Now to get out of the bed without making it shake or
the springs squeak  she managed to do it and didnt wake him.

Lisa looked around the living room for something to wear, but
there was nothing. She didnt want to risk going back into the
bedroom and using the sheet from the bed to cover herself,
possibly waking Reggie.

She desperately longed to see her husband again, have children
with him one day  get her life back. Reggie took everything from
her, replacing her future with chemical illusions of happiness
and the empty ecstasies of sex without love.

Lisa gathered her courage; she would do this naked if necessary.
She tried opening the door  made of dark, solid oak badly
needing varnish  but it was dead bolted. She went to the window
only to discover it fastened shut with burglar bars over its
dusty, cracked glass.

They appeared to be on the fifth or sixth floor of some abandoned
tenement overlooking a small alley and facing the back wall of
another building, perhaps a warehouse, made of brick. She didnt
recognize their location and the alley looked deserted.  This was
the first time in weeks Lisa glimpsed outside and the daylight
hurt her eyes.

She closed the blinds releasing specks into the air. Lisa had to
find the key to the deadbolt.  But she started feeling really
awful, like she was coming down with the flu or something worse.
She went to the kitchen and looked in a few draws.  A spoon and
syringe lay on a badly stained countertop beside an old gas
stove.  Lisa didnt know what was wrong with her, but she
couldnt continue.

Reggie opened his eyes and jumped from bed.  Lisa was gone, her
spot cold!  Out of all his girls, Reggie preferred fucking Lisa
most.  He also faced serious jail time if she found the key and
went to the police. He ran into the living room and breathed a
sigh of relief finding his prize rocking on the couch.

I dont feel well, Reggie, Lisa whined, rubbing her knees.  My
body aches all over, Im cold, and my stomach hurts. Whats wrong
with me?

Reggie knew exactly what was ailing her.  The drugs he gave some
of his girls to keep them from straying really fucked them up and
he was glad he never used any himself.  This close call proved
why he needed to get some girls hooked.

Ya needs to remind me to give ya yur medicine now, Baby, Reggie
said with a sickening smile.  He went into the kitchen and
returned a short while later with the rubber tourniquet and
syringe.

Here ya go, Baby, Reggie said handing Lisa the needle.  Let me
help ya get this on, he added, tying the rubber hose tightly
around Lisas bicep.

Can you do it for me this time? Lisa asked.

Lisa watched Reggie put the contents of the hypodermic needle in
her vein, each injection draining some of her aspirations and
life in exchange. When he released her tourniquet, Lisa closed
her eyes and whispered, Oh thank you, Reggie.

Yur welcome, baby  now lets get back in bed.  Ya see how hard
I am for ya dis morning?

Lisa dumbly stared at Reggies big, hard cock a moment until he
brought her to her feet.  She never saw a black one until his and
wondered if all black men were similarly endowed. She held
Reggies arm to avoid falling as he escorted her to bed.  He gave
her an extra strong dose this time because of the scare.

When Shaquanda let herself in later that day, a symphony of
squeaky bedsprings and Lisas erotic grunts penetrated the
bedroom walls and filled the apartment, Uh, uh, uh, ah, oh, oh,
Reggie, oooh, aaaah, oooooooh, oh, ah, uh-huh, oh!!!!!

The surrounding residents on Reggies payroll  and loyal to him
 all knew when their landlord had a new girlfriend by
overhearing passionate female cries when he made them cum.  Lisa
wasnt the first white girl Reggie abducted and kept here, but
her groans were among the most entertaining.

Hes at it again with that dumb, white bitch, Shaquanda
chuckled to herself.  Almost every time she came over, Reggie was
either drilling Lisas pussy for oil, or making her swallow his
own gushers. He had an insatiable appetite for taking innocent
white girls, and so did Shaquanda.

Oh, please, Im cuming for you Reggie!  Youre making me cum!
Oh! Shaquanda heard Lisa yell.

They were moaning into each others mouths French kissing when
Shaquanda entered their room.  Lisas legs locked around Reggies
ass.  Her fingers dug into his back.  Shaquanda imagined this
nave girl never dreamed of being fucked so much.  The drugs
Reggie kept her on probably really spiced things up for her too.


Their moans grew loader, their thrusts faster and harder.
Shaquanda watched the way Lisas pussy appeared to suck on
Reggies dark cock, like it did with the dildo. Its lips tightly
stretched around his shaft, mirroring Reggies movements and
flashing a rim of pink around his black rod each time they backed
away from each other. Lisas clear pussy juice coating Reggies
cock turned white as his cum mixed with her lubricant. Their
motions slowed and their kiss ended.

Oh, Reggie, Lisa exclaimed.

Lisa peaked over Reggies shoulder and saw Shaquanda watching
them. Reggie pulled out and got off the bed.

Lisa was obviously still excited, spread open with Reggies cum
trilling from her freshly fucked pussy, her engorged clit and
labia clearly visible to Shaquada along with her very erect
nipples.  Between the drugs and having been with Shaquanda and
Reggie so often, Lisa lost almost all self-consciousness about
her body and felt little inhibition in front of them anymore.

Reggie made certain the only interaction Lisa received was with
Shaquanda or himself.  The drugs likely weakened her strong will,
but Lisa, like all humans, needed contact with others even if
that meant sexually with her captors.

Hi Shaquanda, do you want to make love with me? Lisa asked,
knowing full well whenever Shaquanda came over, it was time for
girl on girl action either with the dildo or some other
adventure.

The old Lisa never dreamed of fucking another man or engaging in
lesbianism. She never found black men attractive and thought sex
with another woman gross.  Now she was in a 69 eating
Shaquandas pussy.

The first few times, even though drugged, Lisa cried enough to
fill an ocean when forced to participate in these perversions.
But eventually Lisas tears diminished, and at some point stopped
completely.

Ooooh, yeah, uh-huh, ya like that? Shaquanda asked stroking the
hood of Lisas clitoris back exposing its glans.

Oh, oh, oooooooh, Lisa responded, reciprocating by sticking her
tongue in Shaquandas snatch.

Do ya like the way my pussy tastes? Shaquanda asked.

Forced repitition formed sexual preferences, behaviors  habits
in Lisa that she previously considered abhorrent. Lisa reached up
around Shaquandas buttocks to separate her thighs further.  Lisa
started finding pussy particularly piquant; it grew on her.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, aah, Lisa moaned. Shaquanda knew just how to
touch Lisa and made her cum on a dime.

**************************

Lisas face left the news cycle.  The police had no leads.  World
events continued and she joined the growing number of missing
souls.  Gradually, the people close to Lisa accepted her loss and
went on with their lives.

Doug took Lisas loss hard.  He counted his young, beautiful
wife, in the prime of life, as a likely murder victim of some
unknown psychopath.  He cried nights thinking of ways she may
have suffered before her end.  Did her murderer rape her before
killing her?  Was she scared or in pain?  Did she think about him
when she died?

Doug used his funeral leave to mourn his loss of Lisa, and then
returned to Afghanistan.  A young, widowed serviceman, he soon
met another girl and thought less about Lisa. He eventually
became an officer in the Army, remarried, and had kids with his
new wife.

But every once in a while Doug revisited his brief time with
Lisa: her captivating smile that lit up the room when she
laughed, extraordinary wit, and their carefree weekend bicycle
rides together as a young couple in love before he joined the
Army.

Drugs and sex slowly erased the Lisa Doug remembered. Dougs new
wife assumed the life Lisa started with him, while Lisa became a
bi-sexual fuck doll for a black thug  an empty, drugged out
shell of her former self with a hot body Reggie shared with his
other girlfriends and sometimes his male friends too.

**********************************

Several years after Lisas disappearance, Reggie threw a party
for his friends and the drug dealers working for him at one of
the strip clubs he owned.  It was one of the rare occasions when
Lisa got to leave the apartment.  Unlike his other girls, Reggie
didnt share Lisa with men very often.  But tonight was special.

Lisa wore a pink thong under a tight, black leather mini skirt
and matching leather halter top that left her cute belly button
and flat abdomen visible. Reggie brought Lisa to his private
suite in back of the club, where he introduced her to his friend
Ray  the same man who disposed of her car years ago helping
Reggie destroy her life and make her disappear.

On her knees in a dimly lit room, Lisa sucked Rays cock.  The
walls shook from music strippers pole danced to outside.  He
wasnt as large as Reggie, but his black cock was still a
significant piece of meat to slurp.  Her thin fingers barely
wrapped Rays shaft, gently jerking it while rolling his heavy
testicles with her other hand. Reggie lifted her mini-skirt,
pulled her thong to the side, and pushed his cock into her ass.


Mmmmmph, mmmmmmph, mmmmmmph, Lisa groaned with her mouth full
of cock each time Reggie thrust.  She ended up on top of a Ray
with his cock in her pussy and Reggies still in her ass.

Oh, ooooh, aaaah, ooooh, Im cuming, oh my God, oooooooooooooh,
yes, Lisa screamed.  The double fuck made her cum like crazy.

It was on the way back to Reggies apartment that evening when
Lisa saw Doug for the last time.  She bounced on Reggies lap in
her miniskirt riding her pussy on his cock when their limo
stopped at a traffic light.  Through the tinted windows she spied
Doug leaving the movie theater.

Having received transfer orders to another state, Doug was on
leave.

For a second Lisa felt a ray of hope.  She rose up about to
dismount Reggie and jump from the vehicle when Doug wrapped his
arm around a cute girl beside him.  The girl wore a wedding band
and held a baby resembling Doug.

Lisa slid down Reggies cock again, turned away from the sight of
her husband with his new wife, and resumed the coital rhythm
without Reggie noticing the interruption.

Lisa needed a fix.  Her arms reached around the back of Reggies
neck and she hugged him tightly.  The light turned green and Lisa
watched Doug and his wife get smaller in the distance from over
Reggies shoulder as the limo sped away.  She didnt recognize
the girl with Doug who took her husband, living the life she
almost had.

Doug and his new family moved shortly afterwards.

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ya know it makes ya feel better and I want ya to have it.
Then ya be giving Shaquanda a hard time about being her
girlfriend.

Lisa didnt know what to say.  No matter what she did, they kept
giving her more dope and she didnt understand why.  She watched
Reggie tap the syringe with his finger a few times and squirt a
thin fountain of liquid in the air from its sharp tip. It looked
like more this time than he usually gave her  his cruel response
for her asking not to be drugged.

Please dont leave me with Shaquanda today, Lisa implored, not
that Reggie was a better alternative.  But in Lisas mind at
least being taken buy a guy, even a black one as huge as Reggie,
was preferable to a dyke like Shaquanda.

Their eyes locked for a moment before Reggie stuck the needle in
her vein. Her eyes were as blue as the heavens and he peered into
them at her tiny black pupils, like periods at the bottom of
exclamation points, nervously darting from the syringe back to
him.

Oh, God, Lisa sighed from the addicting drugs entering her
blood again and stimulating her pleasure centers.

Now dont ya feel better? Reggie asked, watching Lisas small,
pink nipples pucker and an empty expression replace the worry in
her face.  He knew the feelings in Lisa had to be incredible for
the drugs to be so addicting.

Lisa didnt know how long she had been lying in bed staring at
the ceiling when Shaquanda entered the room.

Look what I brought, Shaquanda excitedly said pulling out the
obscenely large dildo Lisa had become very familiar with.  It
looked like a shiny, black eel.

No, I dont want to do that again, Lisa whined, scurrying to
the corner of the bed and balling up.

Oh, ya'll feel different about it soon, Shaquanda answered
squirting the sensual gel on its surface like ketchup on a very
large frankfurter. Lisa watched Shaquandas hands spread the
lubricant up and down, up and down, trying not to fathom what
came next.

Please let me go.  I promise I wont tell anyone.

Shaquanda sat on the bed, the tired springs voicing their usual
sorrow from her additional weight. Scoot down here and open yur
pretty legs for me, Baby, she instructed patting the dirty
mattress.

No, go away.  This is sick.

Shaquanda grabbed Lisas ankle, yanked her to the center of the
bed, and slapped her face.

Its not sick.  Its lovely and yur gonna start appreciating how
nice it feels. Now Im warning ya.  Stay yur ass there and open
yur legs.

Lisa rubbed her cheek where Shaquandas handprint remained and
cracked her legs apart slightly.

Shaquanda shoved them the rest of the way open, separated Lisas
labia with her thumb and index finger, and went to work with the
dildo.

No dont stop it.  Take it out  no please, Lisa cried.

Shaquanda methodically slid the dildo in and out of Lisas slit,
unfazed by the girls pleas.

Shush.  Its gonna be okay, Baby.  Soon yur gonna start likin
it.  Ya have such a pretty pussy.  I just gonna make love to ya.

No, Im not a lesbian, Lisa insisted.  Its disgusting. I dont
want you to make love to me. But Lisa was tiring from
Shaquandas persistent assaults, surrendering sooner and with
less resistance each time.

Dis isnt disgusting; its beautiful, Shaquanda softly repeated
gently messaging Lisas clit with her thumb while using the dildo
on Lisas wet cunt. Dats not so bad.  I dont want to hurt ya. I
want to make yur pussy feel good.

Lisa began quieting down.

Ya see? I said ya would change yur mind.  All dat fightin and
getting yur face slapped for nottin, Shaquanda said, slowly
rutting the lengthy dildo in and out while cooing her lesbian
perversions to Lisa again.  Lisa hated the nasty things Shaquanda
said violating her almost as much as the violation itself.

Dat feels good  so nice.  Ooooh, ya like having me make love to
ya.  Ya dont want to fight it anymore.

I dont want to, Lisa cried.

I got yur pussy anyway and I gonna make ya enjoy it. I know what
ya like. Yur tired of fighting.  Ooooh, yeah, just like dat.
Dats it, just relax and let it happen  it feels nice.

OhGod, Lisa moaned.

God? Shaquanda questioned maintaining perfect cadence with the
dildo.  God aint gonna help ya none, Baby.  He never helped any
of us here.  Gods abandoned ya. The Devils got ya now and hes
never letting ya go.

Both Lisa and Shaquanda missed the profound truth in what
Shaquanda casually said. After bestowing Lisa with so many
wonderful gifts, all had been cruelly taken from her for no
apparent reason, her talents and physical beauty squandered on
the vilest of creation.  Lisas predicament was an unfortunate
mistake, one of a multitude of tiny, inconsequential glitches
among the vast universe of cosmic justice.

Ah, oh, oooh, uh, oh, oh, Lisa mewled, beginning to rock her
hips.

Oooooh, yeah, yur pussy is feeling so good. Dont fight it
anymore.  Uh-huh, ya like dat. Ya dont want it to stop  it
feels too nice. Its beautiful and ya want me to keep doing dis
to ya, uh-huh, Shaquanda preached.

Shaquanda took Lisas hand and held it on the dildo as she worked
it.

Like dis, Shaquanda said adjusting the angle so the shaft came
into contact with Lisas clitoris. Dats it, nice, smooth
rhythms. Ya see how pleasant dat feels?

Uh-huh, Lisa responded.

Shaquanda gradually relinquished her grip on Lisas hand,
allowing Lisa to assume most of the work.

Lisa discovered that Shaquanda had let go of her hand, so she
slowed down, redirecting the shaft slightly so Shaquanda wouldnt
notice, and minimized the stimulation to herself.  She didnt
want to do these perverted things even if they felt good
physically.

But Shaquanda paid very close attention.  Having played with
Lisas pussy so much, she knew exactly what aroused her most.
No, no, like dis, she instructed, manually correcting Lisas
hands to resume proper angle and cadence. Oooooh, yeah, dat
feels better, huh?

Lisa began writhing from an intense orgasm.

Shaquanda stood back, Dats a good girl.  Make yurself cum for
me. Oooooh, yeah, uh-huh, dat feels so good. Isnt that nice?

It was like being trapped in an opposite Universe where only
physical pleasure mattered.  Things Lisa considered awful 
Shaquanda called nice; wicked like masturbating for another woman
 Shaquanda praised as good. Lisa resisted, but gradually began
accepting the warped reality.


********************************

Shaquanda answered the knock at her door.  She and Reggie
anticipated an eventual visit from the police and had tidied her
apartment weeks ago, eliminating almost every trace of Lisa.

Were looking for this person, the grey haired Detective Jones
stated in a monotone voice showing Shaquanda a picture of Lisa.
He looked tired, ready for retirement with dark, puffy pouches
beneath his eyes, and teeth yellowed from the cigarettes and
coffee that got him through many lonely nights working long
hours.

To avoid possible suspicion Shaquanda was extremely cooperative,
Oh, yes, I remember her.  Such a pretty, young woman  she was a
new case worker with Social Services.  She came by a few weeks
ago.  I told her my kids were living with my sister. She said she
would correct the files and left, Shaquanda said.

Did she come inside? Detective Jones asked.

No, Shaquanda replied. Having nothing to hide Shaquanda invited
the detective in, But youre more than welcome to look around if
you wish.

Thank you  if you dont mind, Ill just be a few minutes.

Detective Jones found his way into Shaquandas bedroom where
Lisas sexual assault began.  Nothing out of the ordinary here 
pink silk panties on the dresser the detective assumed belonged
to Shaquanda even though far too small to fit her. He didnt
realize they belonged to Lisa.  As he prepared to exit the room,
he noticed a cloth bag sitting on the floor by the door.  He
briefly peaked inside the sac and observed the huge dildo and
sensual lubricant Shaquanda had been using on Lisa for several
weeks over Reggies.  Lisas DNA was all over the toy.  If he
examined it closer, he would have found a couple of her Caucasian
pubic hairs as well.

I guess she likes them big, Detective Jones thought to himself
about Shaquanda; briefly letting loose a quiet chuckle and then
dismissing the vital clues as irrelevant and Shaquanda as an
uninvolved party.

I hope ya find the girl, Shaquanda commented, escorting
detective Jones out.  I sometimes worry about my own safety
around here.

The case was already cold by the time police were contacted.
Shaquandas apartment complex, a known drug hole, saw lots of
middle class traffic  yuppies making their weekend recreational
drug purchases.  Lisas car blended with these other vehicles and
none of the neighbors recalled seeing Lisa or her Acura.  Lisa
simply disappeared without any leads. Detective Jones had seen it
all before though, and had his suspicions.  A gorgeous young wife
like Lisa married to a serviceman stationed overseas could get
lonely.  Perhaps she found someone else and disappeared on
purpose.

************

Lisa lost track of how much time passed in the dilapidated
apartment. She remained naked and isolated from the outside world
in a drugged stupor with Reggie or Shaquanda always watching.
Without outside contact  internet, email, text messages,
television, radio, or newspaper  Lisa missed the headlines about
the gorgeous, young social worker and Army wife who disappeared
and the unsuccessful search to find her.

On occasions when Lisas thoughts cleared, she pondered the
horrible, disgusting things she was doing with Reggie and
Shaquanda.  She missed Doug and wept, remembering their weekend
bike rides together before he joined the Army.  Didnt he notice
her letters stopped and realize she was gone?  Why didnt anyone
come looking for her yet?

***************

With Reggie frequently away on business, Shaquanda spent a lot of
time cultivating bisexuality in Lisa.  Lisa laid in bed on her
back and allowed Shaquanda to guide her legs into an open
position with her feet close to her butt and her knees pointing
in opposite directions away from each other.

Dats nice like dat.  Ya ready, Baby? Shaquanda asked spreading
open Lisas slit with her fingers and bringing the lubed dildo to
her opening.

Please, Shaquanda, my family is going to look for me.  If you
let me go I promise Ill never tell anyone about Oh, Lisa
exclaimed, interrupted in mid sentence.

Shaquanda inserted the dildo in Lisa and began fucking her with
it. It had been well over a month since Shaquanda and Reggie
abducted her.  Lisa grew more accustomed to the drugs and
sexually partnering with them.  Shaquanda in particular spent may
hours intimately touching Lisa, causing her to lose most of her
revulsion toward lesbianism.

No ones even noticed ya gone, Baby. Ya family dont care about
ya anymore.  No one is looking for ya, Shaquanda lied without
breaking the cadence of the dildo. She culled Lisas clitoris and
began playing with it. Ya husband be fucking other girls by now
just like ya is fucking me and Reggie. We is yur  family and we
love ya and are taking care of ya.

Ooooooooh, Lisa gasped.

Oh, dat feels good there, huh? Shaquanda said, rubbing Lisas
clit while sliding the dildo over her g-spot.

Uh-huh, oooooh, Lisa replied.  Youre going to make me cum.

I know.  I love it when ya cum for me.  Open yur mouth and let
me kiss ya, Baby, Shaquanda said.

Lisa knew it was sick, but she was already catching whatever
disease made Shaquanda so perverted, and with a hint of
hesitation opened her lips for their tongues to meet.

Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, Lisa moaned from their kiss. Her arms
awkwardly embraced Shaquanda for the first time, passionately
holding another woman  naked flesh against naked flesh.

Shaquanda returned her attention back to Lisas clit.  It was
time to make her girlfriend cum.

Ooooh, yur pussy feels so good, oooooh yeah, Im gonna make ya
cum for me, uh-huh, dat feels so nice, Shaquanda gently spoke.

Oh, uh-huh, that feels nice, ooooh yeah. You make my pussy feel
so good.  Im going to cum for you, Lisa responded with the
words Shaquanda had been putting in her brain for well over a
month.


*********************

She woke in Reggies arms.  It was still night, but she could
make out shadows forming absurd patterns in the blackness.  His
long, thick cock pressed against her thigh as he slept. He was
back from his trip and they already fucked like rabbits earlier
that evening yet he was hard again. Lisa couldnt believe
Reggies incredible stamina and recovery time. Nor could she help
comparing how sex with this black man lasted so much longer and
occurred far more often than with Doug.

This was her life now, a life entirely of drugs and sex, being
only with Reggie and Shaquanda.  Her days as a professional
woman, of pursuing interests and hobbies like literature, music,
art, dance, fitness and fashion, of interacting with intelligent
people in normal ways not involving some form of intercourse,
masturbation or shooting drugs, drifted closer to distant memory.

Gets on yur side, Reggie said.  He woke up and wanted to fuck
again.

Reggie didnt need to ask Lisa twice.  She knew what he wanted
and learned after the first days with him that when she didnt
give it, he would give her more drugs and take her by force
anyway.  Lisa rolled on her side.

Reggies hand reached under her left knee bringing her leg upward
and over him  into position for entry from the side.  Lisa
reached down and gently aimed Reggies cock for him.

Lisa progressed like other girls he tamed in the past  no
complaints anymore about having sex with him, or requests for him
to wear rubbers.

In the beginning Lisa wasnt accustomed to so much sex, and
dreaded having it with Reggie, especially without barrier
protection, which only added to an  intimacy she didnt want with
him. Even her husband, Doug, always used rubbers so she wouldnt
get pregnant.

But Reggie made a point of boning Lisa without wearing condoms.
Sharing body fluids with Reggie became less and less alien to
Lisa.

Oh, oooh, uh-huh, ooooooh, Lisa moaned.  He made her experience
sex naturally without anything separating his penis from her.
Lisa grew fonder of actually feeling him and not a latex
membrane.  But during moments of lucidity from her otherwise drug
altered reality she realized she was in hell and hated her empty
life filled with carnal pleasure.

I is gonna cum in ya, Baby, Reggie said.

Oh, oh, naaaaah, okay, uh-huh, Im cumming too, Lisa replied in
cadence with Reggies thrusts and the squeaky springs in their
bed.

Lisa didnt protest.  When he wanted to, he filled her pussy
anyway no matter how she begged or cried.

The familiar flood of Reggies warm fluid flowed into her; his
thrusts slowed.  He filled her with baby-making spunk again.

Oh, I came, Lisa mumbled.  Reggies flaccid cock remained in
her after releasing its load. Just before falling back to sleep
with it still inside her, Lisa amazingly noted how even
completely soft, Reggies penis was much larger than Dougs fully
erect.

**********************

Sunlight leaked through cracks in the tightly drawn blinds and
woke Lisa. Reggies arm hung across her chest, his hand holding
her breast.  He hadnt given her any drugs since yesterday, which
enabled Lisa to think more clearly than she had in a long time.
Lisa knew Reggie would have his usual morning erection when he
woke and relieve it in her. This day would be like all the others
and the morning fuck would only be the beginning.  If sex had
calories, Reggie and Shaquanda would weigh 900 pounds each.  But
if she could somehow get out of the bed without waking him, she
could escape from this horrible nightmare.

Lisa slowly lifted Reggies hand from her breast and placed it on
his pillow.  Now to get out of the bed without making it shake or
the springs squeak  she managed to do it and didnt wake him.

Lisa looked around the living room for something to wear, but
there was nothing. She didnt want to risk going back into the
bedroom and using the sheet from the bed to cover herself,
possibly waking Reggie.

She desperately longed to see her husband again, have children
with him one day  get her life back. Reggie and Shaquanda took
everything from her, replacing her future with chemical illusions
of happiness and the empty ecstasies of sex without love.

Lisa gathered her courage; she would do this naked if necessary.
She tried opening the door  made of dark, solid oak badly
needing varnish  but it was dead bolted. She went to the window
only to discover it fastened shut with rusty burglar bars over
its dusty, cracked glass.

They appeared to be on the fifth or sixth floor of some abandoned
tenement overlooking a small alley and facing the back wall of
another building, perhaps a warehouse, made of brick. She didnt
recognize their location and the alley looked deserted.  This was
the first time in weeks Lisa glimpsed outside and the daylight
hurt her eyes.

She closed the blinds releasing specks into the air. Lisa had to
find the key to the deadbolt.  But she started feeling really
awful, like she was coming down with the flu or something worse.
She went to the kitchen and looked in a few draws.  A spoon and
syringe lay on a badly stained countertop beside an old gas
stove.  Lisa didnt know what was wrong with her, but she
couldnt continue.

Reggie opened his eyes and jumped from bed.  Lisa was gone, her
spot cold!  He faced serious jail time if she found the key and
went to the police. He ran into the living room and breathed a
sigh of relief finding his prize rocking on the couch.

I dont feel well, Reggie, Lisa whined, rubbing her knees.  My
body aches all over, Im cold, and my stomach hurts. Whats wrong
with me?

Reggie knew exactly what was ailing her.  The drugs he gave some
of his girls to keep them from straying really fucked them up and
he was glad he never used any himself.  This close call proved
why he needed to get some girls hooked.

Ya needs to remind me to give ya yur medicine, Baby, Reggie
said with a sickening smile.  He went into the kitchen and
returned a short while later with the rubber tourniquet and
syringe.

Here ya go, Baby, Reggie said handing Lisa the needle.  Let me
help ya get this on, he added, tying the rubber hose tightly
around Lisas bicep.

Can you do it for me this time? Lisa asked.

Lisa watched Reggie put the contents of the hypodermic needle in
her vein, each injection draining some of her aspirations and
life in exchange. He gave her an extra dose this time because of
the scare. When he released her tourniquet, Lisa closed her eyes
and whispered, Oh thank you, Reggie.

Yur welcome, baby  now lets get back in bed.  Ya see how hard
I am for ya dis morning?

Lisa dumbly stared at Reggies big, hard cock a moment until he
brought her to her feet.  She never saw a black one until his and
wondered if all black men were similarly endowed. She held
Reggies arm to avoid falling as he escorted her to bed.


When Shaquanda let herself in later that day, a symphony of
squeaky bedsprings and Lisas erotic grunts penetrated the
bedroom walls and filled the apartment, Uh, uh, uh, ah, oh, oh,
Reggie, oooh, aaaah, oooooooh, oh, ah, uh-huh, oh!!!!!

The surrounding residents on Reggies payroll  and loyal to him
 all knew when their landlord had a new girlfriend by
overhearing passionate female cries when he made them cum.  Lisa
wasnt the first girl Reggie kept here, but her groans were among
the most entertaining.

Hes at it again with her, Shaquanda chuckled to herself.
Almost every time she came over lately, Reggie was either
drilling Lisas pussy for oil, or making her swallow his own
gushers. He had an insatiable appetite for taking innocent white
girls, and so did Shaquanda.

Oh, please, Im cuming for you Reggie!  Oooooh, that feels so
good.  Thats nice.  Oh yeah, my pussy feels so good.  Youre
making me cum! Oh! Shaquanda heard Lisa yell.

They were moaning into each others mouths French kissing when
Shaquanda entered their room.  Lisas legs locked around Reggies
ass.  Her fingers dug into his back.  Shaquanda imagined this
nave girl never dreamed of being fucked so much.  The drugs
Reggie kept her on probably really spiced things up for her too.


Their moans grew loader, their thrusts faster and harder.
Shaquanda watched the way Lisas pussy appeared to suck on
Reggies dark cock, like it did with the dildo she used on her.
Its lips tightly stretched around his shaft, mirroring Reggies
movements and flashing a rim of pink around his black rod each
time they backed away from each other. Lisas clear pussy juice
coating Reggies cock turned white as his cum mixed with her own
natural lubricant. Their motions slowed and their kiss ended.

Oh, Reggie, Lisa exclaimed.

Lisa peaked over Reggies shoulder and saw Shaquanda watching
them. Reggie pulled out and got off the bed.

Lisa was obviously still excited, spread open with Reggies cum
trilling from her freshly fucked pussy, her engorged clit and
labia clearly visible to Shaquada along with her very erect
nipples.  Between the drugs and having been with Shaquanda and
Reggie so often, Lisa lost almost all self-consciousness about
her body and felt little inhibition in front of them anymore.

The only interaction Lisa received was with Shaquanda or Reggie.
The drugs weakened her emotionally.  Lisa, like all humans,
needed contact with others even if that meant sexually with her
captors.

Hi Shaquanda, do you want to make love with me? Lisa asked,
knowing full well whenever Shaquanda came over, it was time for
girl on girl action either with the dildo or some other
adventure.

The old Lisa never dreamed of fucking another man or engaging in
lesbianism. She never found black men attractive and thought sex
with another woman gross.  Now she was in a 69 eating
Shaquandas pussy.

The first few times, even though drugged, Lisa cried enough to
fill an ocean when forced to participate in these perversions.
But eventually Lisas tears diminished, and at some point stopped
completely.

Ooooh, yeah, uh-huh, ya like that? Shaquanda asked stroking the
hood of Lisas clitoris back exposing its glans.

Oh, oh, oooooooh, yeah, you make my pussy feel so good, Lisa
responded, reciprocating by sticking her tongue in Shaquandas
snatch.

Oh, yeah, ya like the way pussy tastes, Shaquanda meweled.

Forced repitition formed sexual preferences, behaviors  habits
in Lisa that she previously considered abhorrent. Lisa reached up
around Shaquandas buttocks to separate her thighs further.  Lisa
started finding pussy particularly piquant; it grew on her.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, aah, Lisa moaned. Shaquanda knew just how to
touch Lisa and made her cum on a dime.

**************************

Lisas face left the news cycle.  The police had no leads.  World
events continued and she joined the growing number of missing
souls.  Gradually, the people close to Lisa accepted her loss and
went on with their lives.

Doug took Lisas loss hard.  He counted his young, beautiful
wife, in the prime of life, as a likely murder victim of some
unknown psychopath.  He cried nights thinking of ways she may
have suffered before her end.  Did her murderer rape her before
killing her?  Was she scared or in pain?  Did she think about him
when she died?

Doug used his funeral leave to mourn his loss of Lisa, and then
returned to Afghanistan.  A young, widowed serviceman, he soon
met another girl and thought less about Lisa. He eventually
became an officer in the Army, remarried, and had kids with his
new wife.

But every once in a while Doug revisited his brief time with
Lisa: her captivating smile that lit up the room when she
laughed, extraordinary wit, and their carefree weekend bicycle
rides together as a young couple in love before he joined the
Army.

Drugs and sex slowly erased the Lisa Doug remembered. Dougs new
wife assumed the life Lisa started with him, while Lisa became a
bi-sexual fuck doll for a black thug  an empty, drug addicted
slut, a shell of her former self with a hot body Reggie shared
with girlfriends and sometimes his male buddies too.

**********************************

Several years after Lisas disappearance, Reggie threw a party
for his friends and the drug dealers working for him at one of
the strip clubs he owned.  It was one of the rare occasions when
Lisa got to leave the apartment.  Unlike his other girls, Reggie
didnt share Lisa with men very often.  But tonight was special.

Lisa wore a pink thong under a tight, black leather mini skirt
and matching leather halter top that left her cute belly button
and flat abdomen visible. Reggie brought Lisa to his private
suite in back of the club, where he introduced her to his friend
Ray  the same man who disposed of her car years ago helping
Reggie destroy her life and make her disappear.

On her knees in a dimly lit room, Lisa sucked Rays cock.  The
walls shook from music strippers pole danced to outside.  He
wasnt as large as Reggie, but his black cock was still a
significant piece of meat to slurp.  Her thin fingers barely
wrapped Rays shaft, gently jerking it while rolling his heavy
testicles with her other hand. Reggie lifted her mini-skirt,
pulled her thong to the side, and pushed his cock into her ass.


Mmmmmph, mmmmmmph, mmmmmmph, Lisa groaned with her mouth full
of cock each time Reggie thrust.  She ended up on top of a Ray
with his cock in her pussy and Reggies still in her ass.

Oh, ooooh, aaaah, ooooh, Im cuming, oh my God, oooooooooooooh,
yes, Lisa screamed.  The double fuck made her cum like crazy.

It was on the way back to Reggies apartment that evening when
Lisa saw Doug for the last time.  She bounced on Reggies lap in
her miniskirt riding her pussy on his cock when their limo
stopped at a traffic light.  Through the tinted windows she spied
Doug leaving the movie theater.

Having received transfer orders to another state, Doug was on
leave.

For a second Lisa felt a ray of hope.  She rose up about to
dismount Reggie and jump from the vehicle when Doug wrapped his
arm around a cute girl beside him.  The girl wore a wedding band
and held a baby resembling Doug.

Lisa slid down Reggies cock again, turned away from the sight of
her husband with his new wife, and resumed her coital rhythm
without Reggie noticing the interruption.

Lisa needed a fix.  Her arms reached around the back of Reggies
neck and she hugged him tightly.  The light turned green and Lisa
watched Doug and his wife get smaller in the distance from over
Reggies shoulder as the limo sped away.

Lisa had long forgotten what Shaquanda flippantly told her years
ago. But Shaquandas prophecy rang true nonetheless: if God
existed, He abandoned Lisa when she met Shaquanda and Reggie, and
for some unknown reason allowed Satan to possess her as one of
his concubines.  There was no hope for her or any of Reggies
girls once they drank from His cup of perversions and experienced
the ecstasies it contained.

Finis


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