- CHAPTER THREE - The Lady will seduce you  
			BY POC
	Cynthia felt extremely ashamed of herself for doing what she 
had done.  Alone at night laying in bed she could almost taste and feel 
Eric's cock sliding in and out of her mouth and it both discussed  and 
aroused her. She had been used to satisfy his lust like any common slut..
... but even more disturbing to her was the realization that she herself 
had become so titillated during Eric's use of her, she had enjoyed it....
no... she had reveled  in it, to the point of her having the most incredible 
orgasm of  her life. She herself had wanted him to continue fucking her 
in the mouth..... and.... and.... when he emptied his balls, she swallowed 
every drop just like a whore.... a slut whore....and worst of all she knew
if at that moment he had yanked his cock from her mouth and demand
she let him fuck her, she would have spread her legs and gratefully 
offered him her virginity.
	She hated Eric for making her do it, but even more she hated
herself for the way she had felt. She withdrew from the outside world,
getting through the day's at school mechanically, trusting and confiding
in her only true friend, the White Lady.
	Cynthia's mother eventually took notice of Cynthia's inanimate
demeanor and mood changes, and became concerned enough to question 
her about it. Cynthia like most young people assumed her mother was just 
nosing in and wished she's just leave her the hell alone. After all anyone 
as old as her mother could never understand her problems. Why did 
mothers always insist on interfering? Cynthia knew what she was doing 
and her mother was just being a pain in the ass. 
	"Mom! There's nothing wrong! Can't I feel the way I want 
without you nagging me about it! I don't have to be happy every minute 
of the day do I! Just leave me alone!" Cynthia yelled at her mother.
	"Listen girl! I'm not the enemy! I'm your mother and I'm just 
concerned. After sixteen years I know when there's something wrong. 
Whatever it is I can help. Just give me a chance." Her mother had 
answered.
	"There's nothing wrong!" Cynthia insisted. "Jesus, just get
off my back!" And she stomped up to her room taking comfort with the 
White Lady.
	Everyone including her mom was putting so much pressure on
Cynthia. She went through her bag of coke faster than a ham radio
operator geek goes through an electronics' swap meet. She needed to get 
flush but she was short on money. She still had the twenty five dollars 
from only having to pay half price last time, but that still left her twenty 
five short. She didn't want to flinch it from her mom, not with the way 
she was behaving with all the nagging and all, but she had to think of
something, just had to. 
	"Oh! Well thank you very much Nancy!" Cynthia said to 
her friend angrily. "Thanks for nothing! You'd think I asked for
your right arm or something!"
	"Cynthia, I don't have it." Nancy told her calmly. "I swear
if I had the money I'd give it to you. I just don't have it. What can
can I tell you?"
	"Yeah sure!" Cynthia screwed up her lips in disgust. "Your
no better a friend than the rest of them! Screw you!"
	"Damn it Cynthia!" Nancy called after Cynthia as she turned 
and stalked away in a huff. "I don't have it!"
	Cynthia knew better. Nancy had the money, she just wouldn't
give it to her. God! Everybody was against her. Well the hell with it,
she's ask Eric to cover her, or she would just have to buy a smaller
amount. Besides, now that she understood how screwed up everyone
else was, and they didn't matter to her, and she'd be more relaxed, and
wouldn't need to snort near as often to get herself together, even half
a bag should last her a long time. She felt better having thought it all
out.
	She finally found Eric walking toward the boy's gym between
second and third period. She hurried to intercept him and said. "Eric. 
Hold on a sec. Can we talk?."
	"Not now Cynthia." He replied with annoyance in his voice.
"I've got something I need to take care of." He picked up his pace
leaving Cynthia in frustration.
	Cynthia purposely waited where she expected Eric would be 
after third period and was not disappointed when he showed up a few
minuets before fourth period. She started to move in his direction but
he waved her off with one of his hands and shook his head, then he
hurried on to his next class. 
	Cynthia was beside herself with frustration and anger. Her
current emotional state made the desire.... the need to do cocaine
and get herself together that much stronger. She felt that if she didn't
do something soon she would explode. Obviously most of her anger
was directed at Eric because of the way he had been putting her off, 
but she also knew if she pissed him off she may never get what she 
needed so desperately. In the interest of more important things she 
would control her anger toward Eric, but she would insist he talk to 
her the next time she saw him.
	Cynthia hardly managed to get through fourth period her
frustration level was so high, and when the class broke for lunch she
was the first one out of the door and was immediately on the hunt for
Eric.   	
	It took her a good fifteen minutes to locate him and fortunately
 he was alone. Again her attempted to wave her off, but this time Cynthia 
refused the rejection and stepped directly in front of him. 
	"Damn it Eric!" She said. "Don't do this! Come on I need
some stuff!"
	"Can't." He shook his head. "I don't have a supply right now. 
See me next week. Okay?" He was lying to her of course. He liked it 
when his enslaved patrons got all strung out like this. It was almost a 
game with him to see just how far they'd go for a little blow dust.
	"Bull Shit!" Cynthia yelled at him almost in panic. "That's
bull shit and you know it! Now come on!"
	He brought his palms up in a gesture of frustration. "I can't
help you. Shit, all I have is my own personal stash. See me next week
okay." He enjoyed watching her face pale and the lines of near hysteria
replace her normally beautiful features after his words had soaked in.
	She stood in panic and shock for several seconds, then an
idea struck her. "Sell me some of your stash. I only have twenty five
dollars but I can get the rest next week."
	"No way!" He said dramatically. "If the Tin man ever got wind
that I sold private stash he cut off my balls. No way!"
	He watched her face fill with anxiety once again and he enjoyed
the effect the possibility of not scoring was having on her. She bit her 
upper lip then said. "Come on Eric. I need it. I need it bad. What's the 
big deal anyway? Help a friend huh?"
	"I can't take the chance. It would really mean my ass if the
Tin man got word. This is serious shit and one of the cardinal rules of
a bag man is not selling anything not bagged by the big man. No way
am I taking that chance." The cardinal rule crap was all bullshit but
Cynthia didn't know that and the look on her face told him she didn't
fully understand what he was telling her other than he wouldn't sell
her what she wanted. She was playing right into his hands and would
soon become as clay to a sculptor. 
	"You Bastard!" She screamed. "You owe me! Who the hell
is this Tin man anyway?"
	It was time to make her believe how much danger he would
be in if he did what she wanted. "Shhhhh..." He placed a index finger 
across his mouth in a gesture of silence. "Don't say that so loud. The 
Tin man is the guy I run for and the main suppler in this part of town, 
believe me he ain't above snuffing someone for crossing him. He 
scares the hell outa me!" 
	"So what the hell am I suppose to do?" Her voice had taken
on the frightened lost tone of someone without hope.
	Eric placed one hand on her shoulder. Now was the time
to find out if Cynthia belonged to herself or if she belonged, as he 
guessed, to the White lady. "Listen." He told her very softly. "I know
this will sound crazy, but there is one thing I might be willing to risk
my ass for, and you have it."
	"I have it?" She didn't understand, but her voice reflected
a little glimmer of hope.
	"Yeah. I think you know what it is. God damn it! I've 
wanted it so bad for so long,  I'd just about  risk everything for....."
He paused for effect. "for..... you know..... "  He paused, looked 
around then whispered into her ear, "a little piece of ass."
	"I....  I....." She stammered dumbfounded.
	"Look!" He said more sternly. "I'm putting a lot on the
line here. This is the only deal I make. You give me a ride and I'll
give you what you need! I'm risking a lot here!"
	At first she became enraged with anger that he would demand 
she let him take her, but then when she didn't answer him right away
and he shook his head and turned to walk away from her, she 
automatically grabbed his arm stopping him. The burning compulsion for 
the white power welded stronger now that there was an opportunity of 
getting it, and her conviction to remain a virgin seemed to diminish with 
the possibility of losing that opportunity.  Her driving need to get fixed 
minimized what she was about to agree to do. Besides, people fucked 
everyday. It didn't seem near as big a deal as it had to her in the past..... 
and, it would mean getting flush. "Wait..... Okay..... Okay... Hell, I'll 
do it."
	"Woh! I didn't really think you'd agree, but okay a deal's a deal.
Come on." He took her hand and lead the way to his van. He knew at this 
point he could start to become more domineering now that she had 
committed herself.
	Once they were inside the van he told her coldly. "No bull shit
this time Cynthia! If you don't do everything I tell you too the deal's off.
You got that? I'm not all that thrilled about this anymore now that its 
really happening. The Tin man scares the shit outa me." He wanted to 
keep her on the hook.
	She became alarmed thinking he might back out and quickly
said. "Come on Eric. You've wanted this for a long time. Well, here I
am offering myself to you. Don't you want me now!"  
	"Yeah I want you. Shit! I think your really hot. God yes! I want
to fuck you! But we do it my way. No bull shit right? I'm the boss!"
	Meekly she nodded her head then asked. "Can I have a little 
coke first?" She began to think about what was about to happen.
	"After." He answered flatly, then added. "Take your clothes 
off I don't have much time."
	"Can you please close the curtains?" She asked as she started
to get undressed wondering why he had become so cold all of a sudden,
but too afraid of screwing up the deal to ask him.
	He pulled the drape closed then flipped on the overhead light.  
 
	"I'd be a lot more comfortable with the light off, if you don't
mind." She said slipping her blouse off her shoulders.
	Eric knew one method of sealing a commitment of 
subservience from a girl like Cynthia was by using rude and vulgar 
language as a means of keeping them in place, so he said roughly.
"I do mind. I've waited a long time to fuck you, and I want a good
look at that special little pussy of yours while I'm doing it. Now hurry 
up and get striped."
	She started to become really uncomfortable, and even a little
scared with his attitude change, but because her mind was so 
preoccupied with Eric she didn't dwell on the fact that she was striping
herself necked until she was down to wearing nothing but her panties.
No one had ever seen her completely nude from the time she was ten 
years old and some of her original shyness came back to her. She stood 
almost paralyzed with self conscienceness.
	"Oh yeah! Drop them panties and let me have a look at it."
Eric said tauntingly.
	Eric saw her face turn from a docile pale color to a bright 
crimson, but she did push her panties past her hips and thighs, down
along her leg's then she shyly stepped out of them.
	Eric enjoyed looking at her necked, the fact that she was 
embarrassed about it only made it that much more enjoyable. He saw 
her body was slender but not thin, with a narrow waist, flaring hips, 
and a nice, tight ass.  Now that he saw her completely nude for the 
first time he noticed her breasts stood high on her chest, round and 
firm, not sagging the slightest measure despite their large size. Her 
nipples looked rock hard and the light brown color of her extra large 
aureole's attested to her being a natural blond.
	"I didn't get as good a look at your tits before. I didn't realize
they were as big as they are. You've got a real set of jug's there."
	A secondary flash of red filled her face.
	His eye's slowly drifted downward along her sleek body, past 
her flat stomach and halted at her mound. Her blond pussy hair, the 
color of golden wheat was no more than just a little bit of fluff along her 
cleft.
	"Come here." He told her.
	Somewhat tentatively she steped over to him.
 
	He reached up and touched her pubic hairs with his finger. She
flinched backward slightly and he gripped her right ass cheek drawing
her toward him. Now that he could hold her in place his hand covered 
her mound, squeezing and feeling the soft flesh of her most private 
place. He felt her silky pussy hairs slip between his fingers, enjoying 
both the texture and eroticism of it. He allowed one of his fingers to
slide up and down along her crack, stopping occasionally to finger the 
little man in the boat, then he moved farther down and began spreading
her pussy lips that guarded the entrance to her sex hole.
	It was obvious how uncomfortable Cynthia was with him 
feeling and fingering her everywhere, which was why he was taking so
much time doing it. A large part of his sexual gratification came from
degrading woman. The more humiliated they felt, the better the sex was
for him.
	"Lean over. Let me suck your tits while I finger you." He 
demanded.
	"Eric. Can't we just do it. Please." She almost sounded as if
she were pleading, and that was exactly what he wanted.
	"Tits!" Was his only response. 
	 
	She leaned forward and he sucked her right breast into his
mouth. He ran his tongue along the rough surface and nibbled 
delicately at her nipple. He alternated between her left and right 
breasts, occasionally suckling on them as a baby might do, all the while 
he fingered her vagina with a sporadic short upward thrust inside her 
hole.
	He made sure to take enough time between sucking her tits to
say a few things that would humiliate her a little more.
	"You've got a tight pussy Cynthia. I knew your hole would be
just like this, that's why I wanted it so bad. Do you like me finger 
fucking you?" It was a rhetorical question and he did not expect or 
receive an answer. My cock is so hard right now its yelling at me to 
put it up your cunt. I've got to fuck you! I've got to fuck you now!"
	He pushed her back and stood up. Being careful not to expose
the button controlling the 35mm camera, he flipped it on then un-folded
the couch making it into a bed.
	"Lay down and spread those beautiful legs. I need to get my meat 
up that hot twat of yours!"
	"Eric..... I..." She started to say, but stopped when she realize she 
really didn't really know what she wanted to say. He was making her feel 
so cheap and degraded that a pool of tear's formed at the back of her eyes.
	She lay down on her back and opened her legs to accept a man 
for the very first time.
	Eric wasted no time in getting his clothes off. His cock was hard
as granite with the anticipation of fucking Cynthia. He climbed on top of
her positioning his stiff rod between her legs. 
	Even through her watery eyes Cynthia noticed Eric had not put 
on a condom. She swallowed as best she could with a dry throat in order
to find her voice and managed to squeak out. " Eric. Aren't.... Aren't you 
going to use some protection?"
	"Fuck that." He answered positioning the head of his cock 
between her pussy lips. "I gotta feel all of your tight box. I want to
fuck you meat to meat." He pushed forward pushing his cockhead just
past her cunt lips.
	Cynthia felt a stabbing pain as his cock pushed into her. "Oww!
Oh! It hurts! Eric! It hurts so bad!"
	"That's cause your so fucking tight and your not all lubed up 
like you were the time you sucked me off. Here. This'll help." He
pulled his rod out of her vagina and scooted along her body until his
cock was over her face. "Suck on it and get as much spit on it as you 
can. It'll slip in easier then." He used his hand to guide his cock into
Cynthia's mouth. She sucked up and down attempting to lubricate it
as much as she could with her dry mouth. After several seconds Eric
slid back down along her body..
	As Eric was positioning himself at her hole entrance once 
again she said. "Eric. I'm worried about getting pregnant. Please use 
some protection."
	"I told you no! I'm going to fuck you raw." He pushed the head
past her pussy lips and she squirmed in pain under him. He slowed down
giving her time to adjust to having a cock up her cunt, then he pulled 
out of her. "Relax your pussy muscles, or this will really fuck you up." 
He silently laughed to himself over his joke.
	Cynthia tried to relax, but she didn't know how. Every time he
pushed into her she felt excruciating pain, and he was doing it again.
 	Cynthia felt the pressure mounting as his cockhead pressed 
against her vaginal entrance for the third time. She felt her pussy lips 
spreading as the invader forced its way up between them. She sobbed 
now, but wasn't certain if it was more from humiliation or from the
pain,  then  she took a deep breath, staring up at him and felt him force 
his thick organ into her pussy tunnel.
     	"Noo," she whimpered. "Noooooooo. It hurts."
    	 He ignored her this time and his cock, hard and hot, pushed 
into her.
	She panted with renewed pain as her tight, virgin hole was 
forced to spread open to satisfy his lust.
	Eric pumped his cock lightly into her snatch, he used short 
strokes, each one forcing it a little deeper into the girl.
    	 She cried out again, her back arched upward, her body was 
involuntarily trying to pull away from him when his cock pushed into 
her hymen. She squirmed and thrashed frantically under him, then she
uttered a tearful cry of pain and remorse as she felt her cherry snap and 
his cock slid up into the previously clandestine area of her vagina.
	"Oh! Fuck! I just popped your cherry baby. Ohoooo...." And he 
pushed into her completely.
	She lay quietly sobbing to herself, all physical pain forgotten,
as Eric took on a rhythm pumping in and out filling her belly with
his manhood. She closed her eyes shivering as his movements 
became almost mechanical, his cock scraping along her pubic lips while 
he pumped his organ up and down inside her body. She was now fully
aware that she was being fucked, and that she was no longer a virgin, 
she was being fucked. She was being fucked!
	"Tight! Your so fucking tight!" He yelled driving his cock
forward.. 
	Cynthia felt Eric tense up then murmur with excitement. He
pushed into her very hard jamming his cock up against her cervix with 
enough pressure to make her cry out. Then he yelled out. "I'm coming!
Ohoooo...... Fuckkkkk..... Aaaaa...." and Cynthia knew his seed was 
spewing up into her belly.
	Knowing he was coming inside her pussy made her feel ill
and nauseous, but she also knew now that he had had his orgasm, it
was at least over, and he would remove the detestable tool from her
body.
	He continued to lay on top of her after he had finished coming 
for several more minutes and she felt his cock soften and eventually slip 
out of her vagina.
	He got up and looked down at her. "You didn't help much but
it's always special when you can pick a cherry. Your a mess, get up and
clean yourself up."
	She looked down and saw blood covering the insides of her 
thighs and the cushion between her legs. "I want my coke now."
	"After your cleaned up."
	She got up slowly feeling a trickle of liquid run down the
inside of her thigh. She didn't know if it were more blood or his sperm 
finding it way out of her cunt, and she didn't care which is was. She
detected a faint whirring sound after he flipped a switch. "I turned on the 
water pump. You can use the sink and the paper towels on the counter 
over there." He nodded toward the sink.
	She soaked some paper towels in running water and was about to
wipe down her legs when he said. "Here. Clean off my cock first."
	For some reason she didn't argue or even consider his request
as anything other than an order to follow. She took his soft cock in the
hand holding the wet paper towel and cleaned it off. "Be sure and get my
dick hair." He told her as she wiped him off. And she did.
	After she had washed herself he told her to clean as much 
blood off the couch cushion as best she could. While cleaning the 
cushion she discovered the camera button and looked at it inquisitively.
"That's just a control for a camera." He told her. "I got lots of pictures 
of you giving me a blow job and of me fucking you. Just something I do 
to make sure you stay in line."
	She spun around finally filled with anger. "You bastard!
you said...."
	"Fuck that!" He cut her off. "I do what I have to inorder to 
protect myself. So don't get all bent. I won't do anything with the 
photos unless you try to get cute. Now hurry up."
	After Cynthia had gotten dressed Eric let her snort two 
spoons full of powder. Then he handed her several pill's he had placed 
into a small plastic bag. "Here. Take four of these late tonight then two 
for the next three days."
	"What are they?" Cynthia asked looking at the bag.
	"Birth control pills. If you do as I've told you, you wouldn't
get pregnant. The French have known about post fucking birth control
for years, it's just in the US where they've been hiding it." He 
sounded cold.
	Eric gave Cynthia about half the amount of coke that she had
been previously purchasing, and when she complained he told her it was
all he could afford but she'd better not complain or he'd make her pay
for it.
	"I did pay for it." She said under her breath.
	As he ushered her out of the van he left her with the words.
"Now that wasn't so bad was it. Trading pussy for blow." His words 
made her feel even more like a whore than she already did.
END_CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR -  Strange, but no one is ever alone in hell
			BY POC
	Even the white lady couldn't erase the memory of what she 
had done. The thought that she had given her most treasured 
possession, her virginity, to someone she had come despise, 
disgusted her. Cynthia fell into a deep depression that consumed both 
waking hours as well as filling her dreams with nightmares.
	She abhorred what she had become, a slave in purgatory ruled
over by her majesty The White Lady. Cynthia knew now how demanding 
and ugly the Lady really was, but worst of all she also knew the Lady had 
her, without the Lady she would kill herself.
	 The picture of Eric defiling her body was etched in her mind
with all the same horror as the day it happened, but as she watched her
meager supply of cocaine dwindle away, she detested herself for knowing
she would let him fuck her again if that were the only way to get flush.
	Eric estimated Cynthia was probably just about out of cocaine
and planned on giving her another lesson in obedience at the earliest
opportunity. That opportunity came on Thursday afternoon, Eric spotted
Cynthia sitting by herself off in one corner of the school cafeteria. He 
approached and she seemed to cringe when she noticed him.
	"Hi ya Cindy." He said pleasantly. "Mind if I sit down?" He 
sat down across from her not waiting for her to answer. "How ya 
doing?"
	"How would you expect Eric?" She did not use a harsh tone,
but more like a legitimate question.
	"Well, I got some good news. Got a new supply, real buff
stuff. Interested?"
	She didn't want to be interested but she was. "I've still only 
got the twenty five." She said.
	"That's cool. I'll cover you. Here, meet me at this address,
today at four, right after school." He handed her a slip of paper
with an address hand written on it. The address was a location about 
six  blocks away from school.
 	She continued looking at the slip of paper not wanting to
look into his eyes. "Your..... Your not, you know. Going to do anything 
to me Eric are you?" She asked cautiously.
	He lifted up her chin. "What if I was? You wouldn't come?"
	"Well I....." She started to say.
	"Well I nothing." He interjected. "Just tell me, If I was going
to do something to you, like knock off another piece of that precious little
pussy of yours, would you still come? Yes or no!"
	"You discust me Eric." She said very softly.
	"I know, but that isn't an answer." He smiled.
	"Bastard," She whispered, "I guess."
	"What was that? Didn't hear you." He cupped his palm around 
his ear.
	"Yes, Damn it! Yes, I'd... I'd come." She said in a louder 
but still fearful tone.
	"Good, I heard that." He smiled at her. "But not to worry, I'm
not going to do anything to you. Gota run see ya at four." And he was
off. 
	At four that afternoon Cynthia stood in front of the door to
the address Eric had given her. She was scared not knowing what to
expect but she was even more scared of not scoring a hit. God! She
hated what coke compelled her to do.  Tentatively she knocked on the 
door, and after a few seconds it was opened by Eric.
	He looked at Cynthia and smiled. "Hey Cindy. Come on in."
	She stepped into the house and immediately froze. Seated on
a overstuffed couch was a large black man smoking a cigar. Eric 
closed the front door then stepped around Cynthia. "Come on in. Don't 
be shy. I'd like you to meet a good friend of mine. Cynthia this is Henry. 
Henry, Cynthia." 
	The black man named Henry nodded at the pretty young girl.
looking her over from top to bottom.
	Cynthia didn't know what to make of the situation but she
knew she didn't like it. The black man seemed to be undressing her
with his eyes, and she clutched her handbag as if it were a favorite 
teddy bear. She felt very uncomfortable. "Hi." She said to Henry 
trying to act as normal as possible, then turned toward Eric and said.
"I didn't know you had company. I'd probably better leave."
	"No need to spilt. We're just shoot'un the shit. Have a seat"
He took her elbow and steered her toward the couch. She slipped out
of his hand and took a seat in a vacant easy chair.
	Cynthia chanced a quick sideways glance at the black man, 
trying to size up her situation. He looked to be between 40 and 45 years 
old, maybe 5'10" or 5'11" and  seemed to weight about 200 pounds. It 
looked as if he may have been in good shape at one time but now he 
sported a sizable stomach paunch. He didn't say anything, and just 
remained puffing at his cigar, starring at her intently, while seeming
to Cynthia threatening.
	"Henry and I," Eric was saying, as he took a seat on the 
couch. "were just talking about all the troubles in the third world. What
the hell can a fellow do to put things right? You know all them stupid
useless ass holes. What do you think Cindy?"
	"I.... I don't know Eric. Aaa.." She stammered self-consciously 
looked around as if any answer she gave would seem suspicious or 
wrong to the two men.
	"Come on. You gotta have some ideas. Hell, deep inside I just
know your a regular Mother Terresa."
	She was really getting scared now. "I... I don't know."
	"Hmmm.." Eric nodded his head. "What do ya think about 
make'um all crack heads. That oughta keep their junkie asses busy
at home and outa our turf."
	Cynthia nodded. "Sure Eric, yeah."
	After a long pause, Eric sighed. "Hell, problem with that, 
who's going to supply the fucking freeloaders? Not fuckun me. Naw, 
we need something else. What do you think about offering up free 
pussy and letting them fuck themselves to death?" Eric looked 
thoughtful.
	Cynthia didn't answer afraid of where this conversation was
headed. She folded her hands in her lap feeling the moisture in her
palms.
	Eric looked up and said. "You know. I....." He was interrupted
by a knock at the door. "Hmmm.... another guest? Now who could that
 be?" He questioned getting up and walking to the door.
	He opened the door and guided Sandy Weaver into the room. 
"Hey look who's here. Sandy, you know Cynthia, and over there on the 
couch, that's my buddy Henry."
	"Hi Cindy." Sandy said meekly looking in Cynthia's direction,
then turning toward the couch she said. "Hello mister Henry."
	"Hell, not mister Henry. Just plane old Henry." Eric corrected
her.
	Sandy leaned toward Eric and with frightened eyes and 
whispered to him. "Eric.... I'm scared..... Why... Why did you ask me 
to come over?"
	"No need to be scared Sandy." Eric reassured her. "Its just that 
old Henry there." He pointed to the black man. "told me he ain't never 
seen any young white girls titties, and I assured him you'd be more 
than willing to let him have a little peek at yours."
	"Eric..." Sandy began to cry. "Please.... Please don't do this
to me... Please Eric.... Please..."
	Cynthia started to get up. She didn't know what she could 
do but Sandy was almost hysterical and needed help. Eric noticed
Cynthia and gave her a stern look. That one look told Cynthia she 
had better keep out of this if she knew what was good for her.
	"Come on Sandy. Show old Henry your young white titties."
Eric slapped Sandy hard on her rear.
	"No.... Eric.... Please... Please don't.... Please don't make me
do that.... Please." Sandy appealed to him taking his arm.
	"I'm not going to ask you again Sandy! Hell he just want's
to look at your tits. Is that too fucking much to ask? It ain't like you 
haven't shown your tits to anyone." Eric told her sternly.
	Sandy looked over toward Cynthia prying she might be able 
to assist, but when Cynthia mouthed the single word "Sorry," and 
didn't move, Sandy fumbled several minuets with the buttons on her 
blouse before all of them were undone.
	Eric tugged a little on her blouse collar. "Take it off!."
	Sandy looked at Eric with pleading tear stained eyes and 
whispered.  "Please.... Eric.... Don't.... Don't do this...."
	Eric just smiled at her and wiggled his index finger indicating
he still wanted the blouse off.
	Sandy slipped the blouse off her shoulders allowing it to
fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra and stood nude from the 
waist up with breasts completely exposed to the two men and 
Cynthia. Sandy's breasts were small, well formed pointed cones 
that jutted out high off her chest. Each breast sported an extra long 
seductive nipple with large dark aureoles surrounding them. 
	Cynthia felt pity and shame for Sandy but she knew she
was not in any position to help the poor girl no matter how much
she wanted, or she too my be forced to succumb to the same type
of shame and  humiliation Sandy was currently experiencing.
	"Now here are some young female white tities." He told 
Henry as he took the girl's right breast into his hand and hefted it.
"They're small but look how cute and well formed they are, and take 
special notice of theses extra long nipples. here" He pinched her 
nipple between his thumb and forefinger then pulled it away from 
her body." Sandy winced with pain. "This is real sweet white meat 
Henry. Go on over and let Henry have a little feel Sandy. You do 
want a feel of her tities don't you Henry?"
	"Yeah. Let me feel dem.  'S coo', bro." The black man 
answered in a deep voice.
	It was obvious Sandy had become so frightened she could 
hardly stand on her own  feet, but Eric somehow managed to keep her 
upright and was even able to propel her forward. When Sandy stood 
within a foot or so of  the black man, he removed the cigar from his 
mouth and carelessly dropped it into an ashtray. Reaching up he took 
both of the young girls breasts into his hands and greedily fondled and 
squeezed them, allowing her nipples to slide in-between his fingers.
	"Man.  Right On! Dey are supa' fine tits all right." Henry said, 
"Can ah' look at 
ha' snatch and little honky ass?"
	"I don't know. Let me ask her." Eric answered Henry, then
turning to Sandy he asked. "Mind letting Henry see your pussy, 
Sandy?"
	Sandy yanked backwards trying to get away, but the black
man's hold on her breasts kept her from escaping and she winced in 
pain.
	"What the fuck is that all about?" Eric asked Sandy. "Jesus
Christ! It ain't like you've never shown anybody your snatch before 
either. Hell I've seen it a number of times, and I know you let David 
Woodard see it! Jesus! Let the man see your cunt!"
	He angrily reached up under Sandy's skirt and yanked her 
panties down to her ankles. Then stooping down he lifted first her
left foot then her right foot and pulled them off. Sandy was obviously 
still in a great deal of pain from the pressure of the black mans grip on 
her breasts as confirmed by the look of discomfort on her face.
	"Hey Henry. Let go of her tits so she can lift her skirt and
show you her tree." Eric told Henry. 
	Henry released his grip on the Girls breasts and Sandy's 
face muscles relaxed somewhat.
	"Okay Sandy. Lift up your skirt and show the man your
bush." Eric patted her butt gently.
	Sandy was now resolved to the idea that there was no
escape for her, but that didn't change the fact the she was scared
almost to the point of soiling herself. "Eric......" She bit down on her
lower lip before continuing. "your.... your not going to let him do it
to me... are you? Please don't..... Eric please. Not that...."
	"Show him your pussy, damn it!" Was the only explanation 
she got.
	Sandy reached down and lifted her skirt up exposing herself
completely to the man seated on the couch.  Her pussy was covered 
with a dark heavy patch of black pubic hair that contrasted with the
milk white color of her shapely legs and stomach.
	"Yeah man. Right On! Dat be some fine lookin' snatch all 
right." The black man said. "Turn around goat. Let me see dat little lilly 
honky ass uh yo's." Eric helped Sandy to turn around and raised the back 
of her skirt exposing her rear. "God damn!" Henry said. "Dat booty be 
so damn white it must glow in de fuckin' dark. Turn back around. Let 
me feel dat pussy
."
	Eric turned her so she was facing Henry again and just as the 
black man reached out to touch Sandy's mound, her knees gave way and 
she dropped to the ground subbing uncontrollably.
	"God Damn it Sandy.....!" Eric started to yell at the frightened 
girl.
	"Don't be t'hard on de bitch. Besides she's in some pretty 
baaad ass posishun waaay down dere.  What it is, Mama!" Henry told 
Eric as he stood up and unfastened, then dropped his pants, freeing his 
eight inch long, very thick black cock. "White bitches likes t'suck on 
big-ass brother cocks. Look up here goat, ya' wanna suck on dis?" 
He took his massive cock into his hand a started waving it up and 
down.
	Cynthia was shocked and nearly became as petrified as 
Sandy must have been just looking at the black man's huge stiff 
member and she could almost imagining the pain of it being forced 
into any one of her small bodily openings.
	"Hey Sandy. Suck the man off, will ya? He want's a blow
job from a white girl." Eric taunted the crying girl.
	Sandy remained sobbing and Eric yanked her up by the hair.
"Suck some black cock Sandy, come on." He pushed her lips up 
against the large cockhead. Cynthia couldn't believe Sandy's mouth 
could open wide enough to take in Henry's massive cock, but with the 
help of Eric pushing on the back of her head, Cynthia saw the swollen 
black member slip past the girls lips and into her mouth.
	Eric helped Sandy suck off Henry by pushing and pulling on 
the back of her head, forcing her mouth to slide forward and back along 
his thick shaft. Henry looked down at Sandy blowing him and said. "Oh 
yeah Who'e.  Right On! ah' loves seein' some honky slut suckin' on mah' 
big-ass brother  cock. You's likes it. Don't ya bitch."Then Henry tilted his 
head back and he closed his eyes. From the expression on his face both 
Cynthia and Eric both knew he was just about to come, so Eric quickly 
forced Sandy's mouth even farther down Henry's prick to the point of 
Cynthia actually seeing Sandy slim throat bulge out grotesquely 
contorting its shape as the black man's cock entered it and slid down. 
Henry mooned  loudly when he felt the young girls lips mash up against 
his heavy balls and curly pubic hairs. Then his cock seemed to swell 
even more and he began pumping his hot cum directly into the 
Sandy's stomach. 
	Sandy twisted and turned trying to free herself from the 
monster cutting off her air supply. Eric must have felt she might 
suffocate so he yanked her head backward opening her air passage. 
Sandy gulped for air from around the edges of her cock filled mouth, 
almost drowning herself on the massive amount of sperm his cock was 
still spewing out. Henry pulled his member from her mouth and shot 
glob's of sperm onto her face, hair and breasts until his balls were 
finally empty.
	Eric pushed sandy aside then pulled her over by Cynthia's
feet. Cynthia started to lean down to comfort the poor girl but another
look from Eric made her think better of it.
	Henry laughed enjoying Sandy's torment, then he looked over
toward Cynthia and asked Eric, "How bout some uh dat oda' yung 
pussy?"
	Eric looked at Cynthia and shook his head. "She's not ready
yet. This one's really fuckable though."
	Eric gave Sandy several minutes to collect herself then he 
kneeled down and spoke into her ear. "Sandy! I want to show Cynthia
how you belong to me. Get up on your hands and knees and pull up your 
skirt, I want to mount from behind just like a stud dog mounts a bitch 
in heat."
	"No more Eric... No more Please." Sandy pleaded with him but 
her voice was little more than a raspy whisper due to the damage Henry's
cock had done to her throat.
	"I said I want to mount you. Get your ass up in the air so I can 
I can fuck you." Then he whispered to her. "If I have to tell you again 
I'm going to let Henry fuck you up the ass with his nine inch ram rod."
	His words had the effect he wanted. Sandy didn't think her
rear hole could possibly except the black man's cock without tearing
her apart. So with her face covered in cum stained tears, she struggled 
painfully up onto her hands and knees. She stabilized herself then 
reached back and pulled her skirt up onto the small of her back in
complete submission, willing to accept anything Eric wanted to do 
with her. 
	"That's my little bitch." Eric told her dropping his pants. He 
mounted her then used his hand to guide his shaft into her dry pussy.
He fucked into her for several strokes, then slowed down a little so he
could reach around her waist and savagely squeeze her breasts while his
cock slid in and out past her pussy lips.
	The torment Sandy was going through at the hands of Eric and
the black man was almost mind shattering, but the fact that Cynthia 
was watching the whole thing including Eric telling her to get up on 
her hands a knees so he could fuck her like a dog..... and she had done 
it.... was almost more than her mind could handle. While Eric 
continued fucking her from behind she forced herself to turn her head 
to the side so she could look into Cynthia's face. Sandy fully expected 
to see disgust and disdain on Cynthia's face because of what she was 
allowing theses men to do to her, after all Eric was using her like a 
whoring fuck machine, good for only one thing, a cum bank. Sandy 
thought that if it were her watching Eric fuck Cynthia on her hands 
and knees like a dog, wouldn't she have felt Cynthia was a slut?. But 
the look she saw on Cynthia's face was one of sorrow and pity, and 
Cynthia's lips offered her a small, but knowing smile, and an ever so 
slight nod, that conveyed, Cynthia understood. 
	Cynthia's face gave Sandy strength, and will. She was more 
than Eric or that bastard Henry would ever be. Go on Eric fuck me! Do 
what what you will with me.... You can't hurt me anymore, I have a 
friend!
	Eric pulled his stiff cock out of her vagina then slapped her 
hard on the ass. "Lay down on your face and spread your ass cheeks 
with your hands. I want to fuck you up the poop shoot." then he 
looked over at Henery and said, "Nothing like a good butt fuck to 
really get you off."
	Cynthia nodded an ever slight nod to Sandy again. Telling
her it was all right, and Sandy had a friend. Sandy lay on the side of her
face, leaving her ass high in the air, and used her hands to spread her
buttock apart opening her rear hole for Eric's sadistic pleasure.
 	He forced the head of his cock into her tight hole, offering 
Sandy nothing but new pain from the invasion. Sandy swallowed the
the cry that wanted to escape her lips not willing to give him the 
satisfaction of knowing he was hurting her. He pushed deeper into her
until his shaft was buried to its hilt and his balls slapped against her
clit, then he took on a slow rhythm of sliding back and forth several
times until he called out "Here I come! I'm coming up your ass.... 
Godddd......" and he slammed his cock as deep into her rear hole as 
it would go then held it there, pumping hot jissum far up inside her.
	Sandy could feel his juices filling her but she could take it.
She had a friend.
	When Eric had finished with Sandy he stood up and looked
directly at Cynthia and said. "This could have been you." He pointed
to Sandy. "Don't ever even consider fucking with me or this will be
you. Comprendo?"
	Cynthia nodded submissively while her mind said. 'Go fuck
yourself. Now I know what I'm dealing with and she felt she could 
and had to, kick the White Lady back to the hell she had come from.
	Henry got up from the couch, stroking his huge member
back to life. He stood over Sandy and said, "Turn ova' bitch. ah' wants' 
me some honky white pussy.  Right On!   He used his foot to flip her 
over onto her back, then he leaned down and pulled her legs wide 
apart, opening her to him. "Hummm.... Humm..  Hummm.... fine sweet 
white meat." He told her flopping down and pushing his bloated rod up 
inside of her vagina. He fucked her savagely, pounding into her so hard 
that her rear end came up off the carpet with each forward thrust, then 
slammed back down on the back strokes. The black man mashed his 
lips onto the girls mouth, driving his tongue inside. Then he raised his 
upper body supported by his arms and yelled out, "Here comes mah' 
black ass brother seed who'e.  What it is, Mama! Ohhoooo... Yeah ya' 
honky who'e.  What it is, Mama! You's likes dis brother cum down ya' 
little white cunt.... Don't ya'.  Right On!.......  Aaaaa.  Sheeeiit...." and 
he filled her with jissum.  "S coo', bro...... Ohhoo..."   
 
	Eric was considering keeping Sandy for a while longer so he
and Henry could have a little more fun with her, but Cynthia convinced 
him it might kill her and he'd be better off letting her take Sandy home 
and get her cleaned up. She also reminded him that Sandy would need 
someone to comfort her or she just might freak and blow the whole gig. 
	"Jesus Eric." Cynthia told him. "I sure wouldn't want anything
to happen to you. Man! Where would I get my stuff then? I need you to
stay safe. I'll take care of Sandy for you. Don't you worry."
	Henry didn't like it much, wanting to get a piece or two more 
from the "Little white whore bitch" as he put it. But in the end Eric saw 
it Cynthia's way and felt comfortable with the training lesson. Cynthia
was his, and he'd gotten his nut off anyway.
	As she was leaving Eric took Cynthia's twenty five dollars 
and gave her the promised bag of powder.
END_CHAPTER FOUR