Author: Backstory
Title: Never Going to Change
Part: Chapter 01
Universe: Blackmailed Rape Slave
Summary: Taesha is unhappy, but not surprised when her aquitted rapist returns to reclaim her, and to punish her.
Keywords: BMBF, rape, anal, oral, sad, a2m

by Backstory
will.backstory@googlemail.com

Chapter 01: Never Going to Change
(BMBF rape anal oral sad a2m)

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!
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This story is intended for individuals above the age of 21 or above whatever age the local jurisdiction of the reader would dictate.  None of the characters of situations are real, or even based on any real people or events.
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Chapter 01: Never Going to Change (BMBF rape anal oral sad a2m)

"Hello, Taesha."

The young, thin black woman started at the sound of Jamal's voice coming from behind her.  It had been more than a month since his not guilty verdict, but she was not surprised he had come.  She had actually been expecting to see him sooner, and had been jumping at shadows for the last week at least.  She knew what he had come for, but felt strangely relieved.  Somehow the waiting and wondering about when he would come was worse than finding out she was going to spend the next few hours being raped.

She didn't turn, but continued staring at the shelf she had been inventorying.  "Hello, Jamal."  She paused.  "Are we going to be here?"

"Yes.  I've already locked up the store for you."

She let out a long sigh, and felt her shoulders drooping.  She was closing the FastMart tonight, and there hadn't been anyone else in the place, customer or co-worker, for over an hour.  There wouldn't be either, until 6am rolled around in about four hours.  Except for her and Jamal.

"Pants off, bend over the desk."

She walked slowly over to the cluttered desk and put down the clipboard she had been holding.  With eyes closed, she unbuckled her belt, and then unzipped her pants.  She could feel him watching her as she slid them down and stepped carefully out.  She bent over the desktop, pressing her chest down into the piles of papers and spreading her legs so that her cunt and asshole were presented to him.

"I'm happy to see you're not wearing panties."

"Thank you, Jamal."  She felt a shameful pride at this praise.

"But you have still behaved very badly."  She could hear him walking around behind her, moving things around.

"Yes, I know.  I'm sorry."  There was no movement for a few moments, and then she felt something whip her ass, across both cheeks.  There was a loud snapping sound as it struck her flesh.  "OW!  Oh, aaaaah... thank you, Jamal." she said through gritted teeth.

"You're welcome."  He struck her again, and again she thanked him.  She thought he must be using the wooden yard stick that her boss used to make the schedule grid on the whiteboard.

"Please keep a count for me." he said.

"Yes, Jamal."  SNAP.  "Nghh!  Three."  SNAP.  "...four..."  It felt more like caning than whipping, which was what the yardstick was closer to, anyhow.  She continued counting as he struck her ass over and over again, visualizing the raw welts that must be rising on the flesh of her black ass.  She began crying at around fifteen.

"...twenty-eight..."  WHACK.  "ah, hhhrrrr... twenty-nine..."  SNAP!  "...thirty..."  Her crying degraded into quiet sobbing as she heard the sound of the yardstick clattering to the floor, but she did not move.

There was the sound of Jamal's fly opening, and Taesha moved her arms up to brace herself against the desk.  It was not long before she felt the familiar pressure of Jamal's massive cockhead against her asshole.  There was no lubrication, not even saliva, as he pushed against her once tight little hole.  This was part of her punishment.

As loosened as her many assfucking sessions with Jamal had made her rear entrence, it was still agonizing for him to penetrate her without lubrication.  She simply groaned and bore the pain, waiting for the time when he would pull out and force his dirty cock into her mouth.  At one time this act had disgusted her but it had been a long time since she had thought twice about cleaning the taste of her asshole off of Jamal's cock.

He did pull out after a few minutes of rough shoving, and grabbed her by the hair yanking her close to himself.  She diligently licked him clean, leaving as much saliva on his monstrous black dick as she could manage before he threw her back onto the desk and moved behind her once more.  When he pushed into her ass again it was much smoother, and he quickly shoved all eight inches into her and began, almost lovingly, to fuck her asshole.

"I missed you, you know." he said, sliding his dick slowly in and out of her anus.  "And I'm disappointed in you."

"I know.  I'm sorry." she said.

He didn't say anything else as he sodomized her, first slowly, then hard and fast.  The fresh welts on her ass hurt more from the banging of his pelvis against her than did her well-used asshole from his large but familiar cock.  Every now and again he would slow down and let his cock slip out of her ass, so that he could have her lick him clean.  Each time, she would carefully clean him, leaving a layer of saliva to help ease the next round of assfucking.  In the past, he would usually move her about, into many different positions, but tonight he seemed content to return her each time to her position bent over the desk and continue anally fucking her.

Eventually he let out a soft groan and came in her ass.  She could feel his big dick pulsing in her rectum as he shot hot cum up into her.  When he finished, panting, and let his softening cock fall from her hole, she stood up, still bending over slightly to keep from spilling his cum before she was ready.  She looked at him questioningly.

"Right there is good."  He pointed to a spot on the tile floor nearby and she squatted there.  He moved forward and she took the much smaller, softer dick into her mouth cleaning him thoroughly, as she had been taught.  She knew what else she had to do, and she hated him for it, but she did not hesitate.  As she licked him, tasting his cum and her ass, she also relaxed her asshole, letting his cum leak and drip out of her ass and onto the tile floor.

When she had finished with his cock, and had spilled most of his cum from her asshole onto the floor, she turned and bent her face to the puddle, carefully licking up every drop and swallowing it, hating herself for being able to do it so easily.  When she had finished this disgusting and degrading, but familiar task, she looked up at him.  He had re-dressed himself while she was licking his cum from the floor.

"Get your pants on and come out here with me.  I want to show you something, and then I want you to do something for me."

She stood and put her pants back on, then followed Jamal out of the office into the store.  He took her to the register, where his coat was draped, grabbing a long, thin slim jim along the way.  He fished a phone out of the pocket of his jacket, and then handed it to her.  He opened the slim jim pack and started chewing as she watched a video begin to play.

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"And what makes you think I would do that?" she asked.

"Because you want to be free of me.  You thought you could be free if I was in jail, but we see how well that turned out.  You belong to me, Taesha.  Even more now than before the trial, now that the whole world thinks you're a liar and a whore.  You don't get to be free of me unless I decide I'm done with you."

"Are you saying you'll be done with me if I do this?"

"I'm saying that if you don't do this, I'm perfectly content continue our arrangement indefinitely.  There's a lot more I can teach you, you know."

"So you won't be done with me."

"I'll always own you - that's never going to change.  Whatever part of you didn't believe that before must know it's true now that my trial is over."  He began unbuttoning her blouse as he spoke.  "But you will do this because you want her to suffer, don't you?  I WILL turn her into a shameless, cum-guzzling, anal whore like you, I promise."  He took a bite of his slim jim.  "Or we can just go back to the way things were."

The conversation from the video rang in her ears, Taesha angrily handed Jamal's phone back to him.  "Okay.  I'll do it."

"Good."  He smiled as he finished unbuttoning her shirt and spread it open, displaying her dark, B-cup tits.  He didn't even have to say that he was happy to see she wore her nipple rings and no bra, and there was almost no shame in her pride at this.  She winced and let out a small cry as he whipped her right tit with the slim jim he had been chewing on, but she kept her tits presented to him.

"Looks like we've got another couple of hours." he said, "Please count for me."
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