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 Lauren's Oddesy
   Lauren Kennedy was a little worried.  Her next call was taking her north
of 21st street and that wasn't an area she was either familiar or
comfortable with.  She had only been working for the health department for
six months.  Now she was being sent to check a barbeque restaurant in a
neighborhood that made her nervous.  Her husband wouldn't be happy with her
being in this neighborhood.  He had mentioned several times that there was
a line that she shouldn't cross.  North of 21st street was mostly black
with a sprinkling of Hispanic.  South of 21st street was old town and the
police worked hard to make sure north stayed north.
   Lauren was a beautiful 23-year-old brunette with sparkling, big brown
eyes, a mane of glossy hair and a body that made men, and many women, stop
to look.  She knew she was beautiful, but she didn't let that affect how
she treated people.  She was kind and sweet to everyone.  She had married
her high school sweetheart three months ago.  He had just started a new job
with an engineering firm last month and they were looking forward to
starting a family.  Her husband was a Catholic and Lauren had saved herself
for marriage and converted to his faith.
   She thought she wouldn't tell him that she had been sent here.  She
would mention to her boss that she wouldn't go north of 21st street alone
again.  As she pulled up the restaurant was in a run-down strip mall and
there were several, somewhat threatening appearing, black men leaning
against the building.  She would have to walk by them to get to the door.
She steeled her nerves and got out, locking her car and carrying her case.
   She could feel the eyes of the black men on her as she walked past.  The
first two just looked like bums, but the third was well dressed and looked
clean.  He must have been at least six four and two hundred fifty pounds.
He had on a pinstriped gray suit and he stepped out and blocked her way.
   "Hey there white girl, where you going?" he asked.  "What you doing in
this part of town?"
   "I'm with the city health department and I'm inspecting this store," she
told him.  She pulled out her health department ID and showed it to him.
   "That's nice, but why you got to be in such a hurry," he asked.  "Tyrone
got some of the good weed here and he'll hook you up."
   Lauren was horrified.  She didn't use drugs.  She had a glass of wine
sometimes at dinner but she had never smoked marijuana.
   "No, thank you," she said.  "I'm working and I don't smoke."
   Tyrone moved closed and Lauren was definitely feeling uncomfortable now
as this huge black man began invading her personal space.
   "Come on now, baby.  Don't be like that.  You don't like black people?"
   "No," she protested.  "It's nothing like that, I just don't use drugs."
   "Lots of white people racist like that," Tyrone said.  "They come down
here and act all high and mighty.  How come you don't like black people? 
You ain't a racist, are you?"
   "No, I'm really not," Lauren said.
   "Then you smoke this blunt with Tyrone, we be friends and everything
cool.  You don't smoke and I'll know you a racist that thinks she too good
for Tyrone black ass."
   Lauren felt trapped.  She didn't want to smoke the marijuana, but she
was very afraid of Tyrone.  She didn't know what he would do if he thought
she was a racist.  She was a very liberal girl who prided herself in her
enlightened views.  She hated racism and thought that black people were
wonderful and mysterious.  When she overheard friends or colleagues talking
about black men lusting after white women she was offended.  She knew black
men weren't like that.  She felt very guilty that Tyrone would think she
was a racist.  She saw with horror that he had pulled a baggy of joints
from his coat pocket.  He selected one and lit it.  She wanted to walk
around him but he was too close and he was blocking her way.  He took a
deep drag on the joint and handed it to Lauren.  She thought she should
just smoke it.  She'd just take a few puffs, he'd leave her alone and she'd
be out of a bad situation.
   Unknown to her, the joint was laced with powerful narcotics that would
change her life forever.  Tyrone continued to talk to her as she smoked the
joint.  "See, you feel good now.  What your name, baby?"
   "My name is Lauren Kennedy." She was starting to feel the effects of the
narcotics laced into the marijuana and her head was starting to spin.
   "I don't think I should smoke any more," she handed the joint back to
Tyrone.  "I've never smoked marijuana before and it's making me really
high, I should go to work now."
   "Lauren like the ganja.  She going to feel real good now.  Maybe you
lean up here against Tyrone's car for a minute." He took her arm and
steadied her so she could lean against his Cadillac.  It was a classic El
Dorado and Tyrone had it tricked out special.  Lauren was grateful have
something to lean against so she could try to clear her head a little.
   The powerful mixture of the marijuana, heroin, PCP and cocaine that
Lauren had smoked was quickly overcoming her senses.  She was reeling under
the impact of the potent drugs and Tyrone pretended to be concerned.
   "Lauren ok?" he asked.
   "No, I smoked too much.  I need to lie down for a minute." The
unfortunate girl was disoriented and her head was spinning.  Her voice
sounded a long way away and sounds were distorted.
   "Here; Tyrone let you lay down on his back seat," he opened the door and
helped Lauren sink gratefully down.
   "I'll just lie here a moment," she said.  "I'll be ok in a moment."
   Her eyes closed and she felt Tyrone lift her feet up while he closed the
door.  Something seemed odd about that, but she couldn't think what it was.
She grew very drowsy and she heard Tyrone get in the front seat and close
the door.  The car started and he drove away to his apartment.  Tyrone
owned the whole building where his apartment was.  It was an old factory
building and he had two apartments in the space.  His lesbian friend,
Taniqua, lived in the other and she was Tyrone's accomplice in his frequent
captures of new prostitutes for his string.  He occasionally threw her a
bone and let her keep one for a while.  He didn't want his new whores
getting too mixed up with a lesbian in case they decided they liked pussy.
She was useful in humiliating and breaking the will of stubborn recruits.
She never complained of the noise often made by Tyrone's new pets.
   Tyrone was an angry young man.  At 27, he had already done five years
for possession of a controlled substance and he saw the white man's
injustice all too clearly.  A pretty white girl like Lauren would get a
slap on the wrist and Tyrone had gone to prison for five years.  He had
decided he was going to spend the rest of his life showing the white man
how he was going to lose the war.  He knew all white women secretly wanted
a black lover.  They tried to hide it but he had taken too many of them. 
As soon as they got a taste of his 10-inch black cock they never wanted a
white man again.  He took the white man's woman, bred a black baby on her
and she became a black cock slut.  He knew a faithful white wife like
Lauren wouldn't willingly accept a black lover but a combination of drugs,
humiliation, and orgasmic ecstasy would soon have her begging for the black
cock.
   He pulled into the garage door in the old building and left Lauren in a
drugged daze in the back seat.  He went in and prepared a syringe of his
special cocktail for her.  He used a powerful aphrodisiac designed for
animal husbandry, cocaine and a small amount of heroin.  The heroin would
keep her relaxed, the cocaine would heighten her sensory system and the
aphrodisiac would keep her in an aroused state with very little effort from
Tyrone.
   Lauren was awakened by a pinch at her right arm.  She was disoriented
and took a moment to realize that she wasn't anywhere familiar.  She looked
down at her arm just in time to see Tyrone empty the last of the drugs into
her vein.
   "What... what are you doing?  What are you giving me?  Oh, God; you gave
me drugs.  Why are you doing that?  What's happening to me?" she cried.
   Her world rocked as Tyrone removed the rubber strap and the powerful
drugs swept through her system.  Her head dropped back on the seat of
Tyrone's Cadillac and she swam on a sea of bliss.  She felt her nipples
hardening and her pussy became moist for some reason she couldn't
understand.
   Tyrone pulled the innocent white girl to the edge of the seat and helped
her sit up.  He pulled her to her feet and put her arm over his shoulder,
helping her walk into the living space.  He helped her to the large bed in
the center of the room and eased her down on the soft mattress.  Her hair
fanned out on the soft pillow and she closed her eyes and floated.
   She felt fingers unbuttoning her blouse and she had the thought that
someone was undressing her.  She couldn't put the thoughts together.
   "What's happening?" she murmured.  She opened her eyes and saw a strange
black man undoing the last button on her blouse.  She panicked a little. 
Her hands fluttered down to stop him and she began to protest.
   "What are you doing?  Who are you and where am I?"
   "Don't you remember, baby?  I'm Tyrone.  You Tyrone's girlfriend.  We
come here to make love."
   Lauren didn't remember Tyrone at all and she was sure she wasn't his
girlfriend.  "Don't... stop.  I'm not your girlfriend.  I'm married.  My
husband's name is Collin.  I can't have a boyfriend."
   Tyrone spread Lauren's blouse apart and exposed the lacy white bra
underneath.
   "No, what are you doing?  Stop!  I don't want to do this.  I can't have
a black boyfriend."
   "Just relax, baby," Tyrone stroked her hair.  "Tyrone going to make
Lauren feel real nice.  Lauren Tyrone's girlfriend and he going to make her
feel so good she forget all about Collin."
   The huge black rapist looked down at this remarkable girl.  She was
gorgeous.  The little lacey white bra contrasted against her tanned skin.
Her breasts were large and full.  His mouth watered at the thought of
tasting those beautiful mounds.
   The drugs were making her relax, even with her bra exposed and Tyrone
lifted her a little so he could remove the blouse.  He unhooked the lacey
bra behind her and let her lay her head back down on the pillow while she
drifted in her drugged bliss.  He slipped the straps down over her smooth
arms, marveling at her skin.  The sisters didn't have skin like that. 
White women had the smoothest skin and it was like a drug to Tyrone.  He
removed the bra and her exquisite breasts thrust out proudly.
   The were so firm that they kept their shape, even lying on her back. 
The full bottoms turned up a little toward the tip.  She had large areola,
thick and puffing up to form small cones on the tip of each breast.  They
were capped by little brown nipples about the size and shape of pencil
erasers.  These were the finest set of breasts Tyrone had ever seen.  He
had got lucky with this one.  Lauren was going to be the fuck of his life,
he could tell.
   He bent down and cupped her breasts in his big black hands.  He tested
their weight and resilience with his fingers.  He had never felt such firm
breasts before.  He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and they became even
harder as Lauren shifted and moaned.  When his thick black lips closed over
one firm tip, her eyes flew open and she groaned.
   She looked down at her chest and saw Tyrone's nappy hair and his lips
suckling one of her nipples while his hand fondled the other.  This was
wrong and Lauren began to realize she was in trouble.
   "No, don't do that," she moaned.  "Stop, I can't do this.  I'm married.
I'm faithful to my husband.  I can't do this with you."
   Lauren's nipples were very sensitive and the powerful drugs he had given
her made his lips on her breasts a delicious torment.  She struggled a
little, trying to push his head away.
   He looked up into her big brown eyes.  "Tyrone love Lauren's boobs. 
Lauren got a fine set on her.  Just relax and let Tyrone make Lauren feel
good.  Don't this feel good, baby?"
   Lauren thought that it did feel good, but that was the problem.  She was
married and a strange black man sucking in her hard nipples wasn't supposed
to feel good.  She felt so weak and confused.  What was wrong with her? 
She didn't really like black men.  They always stood around and leered at
her whenever she was around them.  It made her feel very uncomfortable,
like they were undressing her with their eyes.  Her thoughts spiraled out
of her control as the feeling of her nipples being stimulated took over her
mind.  Her head fell back on the pillow and she moaned as Tyrone continued
to take her arousal to new heights.
   He let his free hand wander down to the button of her black slacks.  He
opened the button and slid the zipper down without her being aware.  He
opened them and felt the lace of her panties underneath.  As he continued
to make her focus on the pleasure his lips were giving her nipples, he
eased the slacks down over her rounded hips and off her panty covered butt.
The slacks were around her ankles before she noticed that her legs felt
cool.  She glanced down but her view was blocked by Tyrone's huge black
body.
   It was only when his hand cupped her little pussy over her panties that
she realized that her slacks were gone.  She began to struggle in earnest
now.
   "No, Tyrone.  I don't want to do this.  Stop doing this to me.  I don't
want a black boyfriend."
   He ignored her feeble objections and continued his assault on her
defenseless body.  His hand stroked her belly.  He marveled at the flatness
of her belly, the ridges of her abdominal muscles under the silky skin and
the cute little belly button.  She tried to sit up or push him off of her
but she was too weak from the drugs and he was far too heavy.  She
shuddered as his finger traced and dipped into her belly button.  With a
growing horror she felt his hand slip under the front of her panties and
down over the tiny patch of dark curls she kept neatly trimmed just above
her pussy.  His finger slid down to nestle between her pussy lips and she
tried to clamp her thighs together to keep him from accessing her most
private places.
   "Stop, Tyrone!  Don't do this to me, I'm begging you.  You're raping me.
Oh, no; oh God no, you're raping me." Her horror exploded as she became
fully aware of what was happening to her."
   "No, baby; Tyrone's not raping Lauren," he consoled her.  "Lauren
Tyrone's girlfriend.  Lauren came here with Tyrone to make love.  Don't you
remember, baby?"
   "No, that's not true!" she wept.  "I'm not your girlfriend.  Please, I
want to go home to my husband.  Please, please; I'm begging you.  Just let
me go.  I don't want to do this."
   Tyrone was growing tired of her complaining so he tried a new tack. 
"Ok, baby.  Tyrone going to stop now.  We'll just have a little party and
then I'll take you home.  Lauren just try a little of this magic powder and
then I'll take you home.  I promise."
   Lauren grabbed this straw like she was drowning.  "What is it?  What do
you want me to do?  I'll do anything if you'll just let me go."
   Tyrone opened a little vial and dipped a little gold spoon inside.  He
held the premium grade cocaine up to Lauren's cute little nose.  "This the
magic powder that going to make Lauren feel real good so she feel like
going home," he explained.  She quickly inhaled the cocaine and he gave her
another spoon for the other nostril.  The powerful drug exploded in
Lauren's mind and she did feel better.  She sat up and remembered that she
was nearly naked.
   "Please, Tyrone, where are my clothes."
   "Tyrone get them for Lauren, but let me just look at how pretty you are
for a minute.  Let's try a little of the magic powder on Lauren's nipples
and see how good it makes them feel."
   "No," she pleaded.  "Don't, Tyrone; you promised I could go home."
   "Lauren going home, let's just do this one more little thing."
   Lauren was feeling so sparkly and her nerves were sending flashes
throughout her body.  She would do this one more thing and then he would
let her go, she decided.
   "Ok," she agreed.  "Just this one more thing."
   Tyrone bent down and took her nipple into his mouth.  "No, what are you
doing?" she gasped.  His lips sent an explosion of excitement through her
body.
   "Tyrone got to make Lauren's nipples wet so the magic powder stick to
them," he explained.
   "Oh," the explanation made sense to her drug fogged mind.  "Ok, but then
you promised to take me home."
   Tyrone had no intentions of letting this beauty go for a long time.  He
sucked at her diamond hard nipples for a long time and she gasped and
moaned out her excitement.  Finally he drew away and she lay back as he
sprinkled the magic powder over her areola and nipples.  He watched the
crystals dissolve and the areola crinkled and became flushed with blood as
the drug took effect.
   "Tyrone help the magic work," he told her as he resumed sucking at one
nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger.
   Lauren's pussy flooded with excitement as the sensation of the drug
induced pleasure flooded her body.  She lay back as the black lips sent
wave after wave of pleasure flowing over her.  She felt like she was
drowning in pleasure.  Tyrone's heavy black body felt so good against her
nearly naked form and his thigh moved between hers.  She could feel the
heavy thigh over her pussy and as the sweet torment of his lips on her
nipples drove her to the edge of orgasm she thrust her pussy against him,
rubbing on his thigh to take her over the edge.
   A mind shattering orgasm exploded in her pussy as she writhed beneath
Tyrone and cried out her completion.  She continued to cum in waves unlike
anything she had ever felt before.
   Tyrone took quick advantage of her mindless state of pleasure and slid
his hand down inside her panties and parted the lips of her pussy.  She was
soaking wet and his finger slipped easily inside, sparking yet another
series of explosive orgasms in the innocent white girl.
   He quickly slid her panties off and sprinkled some of the premium
cocaine over her clitoris and pussy lips.  He continued to stimulate her
orgasms as he slid down between her thighs, giving his mouth access to her
beautiful pussy.  Tyrone had never seen such a beautiful pussy before. 
Lauren was completely bare except for that one little heart-shaped patch of
dark curls.  Her skin around her pussy was like silk and he figured she
must get laser treatments to remove the excess hair.
   He lapped at her clitoris and she moaned and thrashed on the bed.  She
smooth silk of his sheets felt cool and slick to her fevered body and the
feeling of his tongue on her clitoris was driving her wild.  The cocaine
that Tyrone had applied to her little love button only heightened the
sensation.  No one had ever done this to her before, not even her husband.
The idea that a man would put his mouth on her pussy would have disgusted
her only hours before.  Now she never wanted this feeling to stop.  She
continued to cum for what felt like hours before exhaustion set in and she
slumped, her body limp as a rag.
   Tyrone crawled back up beside her and she rested in his arms.  She fell
asleep, totally wrung out by her ordeal and resting her head on Tyrone's
arm with his huge black body over her little white one.
   Tyrone let her rest for a while as he admired her beauty.  He had
intended to forcibly addict her to drugs, use her until her will was broken
and add her to his string of whores.  After seeing the perfection of her
face and body, experiencing her sweetness and innocence he had changed his
mind.  Lauren would be a great trophy fuck.  He could keep her high on
cocaine, fuck her until she broke and she would be the perfect companion
for an aspiring black man.  He would even give up his other women if he
could possess a girl like Lauren.  He decided he would keep her for
himself.
   He quietly stripped off his clothes and located the vial of cocaine.  He
reached down and dusted her clitoris and pussy lips again and waited for
the drug to take effect.  He lightly stroked her clitoris, stopping when
she stirred and then resuming when she stilled.  It grew and escaped its
hood; expanding to twice its ordinary size.  Engorged with blood it
resembled a small penis.  Tyrone decided she was ready and taking the shaft
of her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger he began to slide them up
and down the little shaft.  He slid down between her golden thighs as she
began to shift and writhe, even as she slept.
   When Lauren awoke, her pussy was on fire with pleasure.  The most
incredible sensations filled her body and she was on the point of orgasm.
She looked down and saw Tyrone's nappy hair and the memories of her awful
ordeal came flooding back.  Tears filled her beautiful brown eyes as she
remembered the shameful things Tyrone had forced her to do and the powerful
orgasms he had forced from her reluctant body.  Now it was happening again
and the nightmare wasn't over.
   "No, Tyrone, don't do this to me again.  I did everything you asked me
to.  Please, I'm begging you, let me go home now."
   "Lauren go home in a minute," he said.  "Just cum for me one more time,
baby and then Tyrone let you go."
   "No!  Please!  I don't want to cum again.  Please, oh God, please; don't
make me cum again.  My husband is waiting for me.  Please, Tyrone, don't
make me cum again."
   Tyrone ignored her pleas and tears and continued to stroke the shaft of
her clitoris.  To her horror, she felt her orgasms begin to rise again and
when Tyrone dipped his head and began to flick the little head of her
clitoris with his tongue, she exploded.
   "Noooo!  Oh God nooooo.  Please, God.  Oh please, help me!  Oh, oh God,"
she bucked and moaned beneath him.  She shuddered and quaked as the massive
orgasms ripped through her slight frame.  Her mind was empty of everything
but the feelings wracking her body and she failed to notice that Tyrone had
slid up between her thighs with the head of his massive black organ at her
little opening.
   His lips brushed hers as she thrashed and moaned.  She felt a tremendous
pressure at her pussy as her lips parted to admit the huge head of the
invading black member.  She gasped as a sudden pain sparked through her
tightly stretched pussy lips.
   "Oh God, Tyrone; what are you doing?  No, don't put it in me.  You said
if I came again you would let me go home.  Please, I want to go home now."
She shrieked as an inch of his mighty sword penetrated her overstuffed
pussy.
   Her breath came in gasps and she attempted to buck him off.  He was much
too heavy and she only succeeded in getting another inch of his monster
black cock in her tight little white pussy.
   "Stop, Tyrone.  I can't do this.  I only make love to my husband."
   "Lauren Tyrone's girlfriend now.  He going to fuck Lauren good and make
her feel real nice.  Lauren going to love the big black dick."
   "No, please, Tyrone; I can't fuck you.  Please, take it out.  I'll get
pregnant.  I'm not on birth control.  We're planning to start a family. 
Please don't fuck me.  My husband won't want me anymore if you fuck me.  I
love my husband.  Please don't do this to me!  I'll suck you and make you
cum," she begged in desperation.
   "Maybe later," Tyrone said.  "Now, Tyrone going to make Lauren's pussy
feel real good."
   He pushed up to give her a view of what was happening between her
thighs. Her eyes went wide as she saw the huge black penis disappearing
into her little white pussy.  It looked inhuman.  No one could possibly
have a penis that large, she thought.  The thought of that enormous organ
inside her little pussy overwhelmed her mind.
   "No, Tyrone; I can't.  That won't fit inside me!  You'll tear me open
and kill me." Another thought filled her mind with terror as she saw his
golf ball sized testicles.  "You aren't wearing a condom.  Please, you'll
get me pregnant.  It's too big.  You'll damage me so that I won't ever be
able to make love again.  Please!"
   "Tyrone won't hurt Lauren.  Bitches pop babies out of their pussies. 
Tyrone not nearly as big as a baby.  You stretchy, baby.  You get used to
Tyrone and the big black dick make Lauren feel real good."
   "No, oh God, no.  I don't want to feel good on a black cock.  It's
wrong; please don't do this to me."
   Tyrone moved the two inches he had in Lauren in and out.  Her pussy was
soaking wet from her earlier explosions and made her smooth and slippery.
She was so tight and hot that Tyrone wanted to bust her pussy open.  He
held back.  If he wanted Lauren to accept him as her new black lover he was
going to have to take his time with her.  The cocaine would ensure that he
didn't cum for a long time and he intended to fuck her until her orgasms
overcame her resistance and she surrendered her mind and body to him.
   He rested inside her and forced her to snort more cocaine by promising
to take his cock out if she did.  She didn't trust him.  He had lied to her
so many times that she had very little hope, but she had no choice but to
try.
   He saw the sparkle in her eyes from the drug and he began to move inside
her again.  Her pussy was secreting juices to try and cope with the massive
black intruder and she involuntarily eased the way for her own rape.
   At six inches, Tyrone began to explore territory that had never been
touched before.  Her husband must have a dick like a pencil, Tyrone
thought. Lauren was tighter than the virgins Tyrone had fucked.  He moved
slowly back and forth while she moaned and begged him to stop.  She
gradually became accustomed to his huge size and when he reached nine
inches she felt his cock against her cervix.  He continued to try to force
the remaining inch inside and the pain grew intolerable.
   "Please, Tyrone; you're hurting me so bad!  You're too big and I'm too
little.  You're up against the end and it's hurting me so bad!"
   Tyrone drew back a little.  "Tyrone sorry, baby.  He didn't know. 
Tyrone doesn't want to hurt Lauren.  You my girlfriend, baby and I'll just
give you what you can take.  Tyrone won't go any deeper.  Maybe next time
Lauren can take the whole thing."
   Lauren felt perversely grateful to her rapist for this small
consideration just as he knew she would.  He rested with nine inches of his
monster cock inside her and kissed her deeply.  She didn't want to kiss his
disgusting black lips, but at least he wasn't moving.  He snaked his long
tongue inside her mouth and stroked her body, paying special attention to
her sensitive nipples.  He bent to capture one in his mouth and the
terrible pain of his monster cock inside her began to be replaced with
feelings of pleasure.
   He slowly slid back out and Lauren had some small, forlorn hope that he
was taking it out.  This was dashed as he thrust the black invader back to
the hilt, beginning a fucking motion.  She lay supine beneath, hoping
against hope that he would just give up.  Maybe he would just cum and then
let her go without causing those shameful feelings inside her again.
   Tyrone had no intention of allowing that to happen.  He reached down
between their bodies and began to stimulate her clitoris again.  He stroked
the shaft softly and pushed the sensitive head down to scrape against his
shaft sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
   She fought against the pleasure.  She was being raped and it would be
sick and disgusting for her to feel any pleasure from this debasement.  She
tried to stifle the moans that tried to burst out.  Her body was betraying
her mind.  Fresh secretions began to flow and her internal pussy muscled
began to contract on the black monster inside her.  Her hips began to make
small coital motions and she couldn't suppress the small moans that
escaped.
   "Yeah, baby; Lauren like the black cock now.  It feels good now, don't
it baby?  Lauren going to cum on Tyrone's big black cock.  She going to
feel so good.  Cum for Tyrone."
   "No, oh no!  Please, don't make me cum, Tyrone.  It's a sin!  I can't
cum on a black cock!  I love my husband, Please, God; help me."
   Tyrone knew God wasn't going to help Lauren.  He hadn't helped any of
the many other white bitches Tyrone had spoiled and whored out.  This
wasn't going to be any different.
   He felt the poor girl begin to quiver as her orgasm approached.  Her
muscles began to tighten and her legs were trembling.  He began to piston
into her pussy as the hands that had been pushing him away settled on his
hips and began to pull him toward her.  He felt her little feet lock around
his thighs as she strained against him' thrusting her tight, white pussy
onto his black invader.  Her muscles grew ever tighter and her legs
straightened as she almost bridged off the bed beneath him.  She screamed
and erupted into a writhing, shuddering, mind-numbing orgasm.  He continued
to pound her quivering body as multiple orgasms broke over her in waves. 
He worked slower as she peaked and when she began to come back to earth he
would pound her pussy again until she rocketed into another spasm.  The
cocaine she had ingested kept her senses at full peak and he kept her in a
constant state of orgasm for more than ten minutes.  A last, powerful spasm
wracked her slim body and that sent Tyrone over the top as ropes of black
jism flooded her pussy.
   She felt the hot fluid burst inside her, soothing her abused pussy with
it's warm liquid.  The back of her mind was screaming in alarm as the black
wigglers flooded her womb in search of an egg, but all she could do was
quake and quiver as each spurt of black seed entered her spasming pussy. 
Lauren could take no more and her eyes rolled back.
   "Please, stop, Tyrone," she gasped.  "I need to rest.  You're killing
me? I'm going to have a heart attack.  Please stop and let me rest a
minute. Just for a minute!  I can't take any more."
   Tyrone rolled his little white lover over on top of him and wrapped her
beautiful body in his arms.  She rested her head on his huge black chest
and panted for breath.  She could still feel his huge black organ inside
her and her pussy continued to spasm and milk it for the potent seed
inside. Her breathing slowed and she slept, huge black arms around her slim
body and a slowly deflating black cock in her little white pussy.
   They slept for two hours before Lauren began to grow uncomfortable and
rolled off to one side.  Tyrone felt her move and thought she might be
getting up.  He relaxed when she settled her mane of beautiful hair onto
the pillow and continued to sleep.  He got up and took a shower.  He
snorted some more cocaine himself to keep his stamina up.  He applied a
little of the white powder to the head of his rising cock and went back to
where Lauren was sleeping on her side.
   He lay down behind her and lifted her leg, placing it back and over her
body, giving his now fully erect cock access to her little white pussy
again.  She stirred a little as he eased it inside.  She was very wet from
her earlier orgasms and his cum inside her tight little pussy and he slid
in easily.
   Lauren dreamed that Collin was fucking her and it felt so good.  She
began to move her tight little ass back and forth, taking the cock in her
pussy deeper inside her.  Collin's cock seemed to have grown.  She couldn't
ever remember being this full before when they made love.  Her excitement
grew and she rose slowly to consciousness.  She was in an unfamiliar room
and the huge cock inside her little pussy was definitely not her husband's.
Her memory came flooding back and she realized that it was Tyrone fucking
her.  She was on the verge of another series of powerful orgasms and she
knew she needed to fight these feelings that were stealing her will.
   "No, don't Tyrone.  Please, not again.  I already fucked you and I don't
want to do this anymore.  You promised you would let me go.  Oh, oooohhh,
God no.  Please, please stop now."
   Her ass began to buck back against her black lover as spasms began to
flow through her pussy again and he fucked her to a mind shattering orgasm.
   "There now," he murmured in her ear.  "Lauren cumming again.  Tyrone
making Lauren cum.  Cum for me, baby."
   Lauren didn't want to cum, but she couldn't help herself.  Her body
betrayed her and she came and came, again and again as the black stud
pounded her little pussy.
   All night long Tyrone woke her up and made passionate love to her.  She
lost count of the number of times he fucked her into a writhing, moaning
wreck.  She had countless, multiple orgasms on his black cock and he filled
her unprotected white pussy again and again with his potent black seed. 
Each time he fucked her, her protests became weaker and weaker as the
multiple orgasms sapped her will to resist and she welcomed his huge black
cock into her little white pussy.
   The next morning she awoke with his cock inside her pussy and she was
being fucked into more mindless orgasms.  All the next day he forced her to
snort more of the cocaine and he injected the powerful aphrodisiac into her
veins.  She was kept in a constant state of orgasm and her body and mind
were surrendering to her new black lover.
   Tyrone had incredible stamina and he kept his erection steady with
cocaine until even his tireless body began to reach its limits.  He needed
to recuperate so he called Taniqua.  He told her the situation and she
agreed to come and help him with Lauren while Tyrone rested and
recuperated.
   Taniqua was a tall, muscular black woman.  She was very dark and had a
slim, toned body that men lusted after but could never have.  She
occasionally allowed Tyrone to fuck her, but mostly she desired young,
beautiful white women.  Lauren sounded like just her type and she came
downstairs to Tyrone's area.  He gave her instructions about the drugs he
was using and went upstairs to sleep in her apartment.
   Lauren was so wrung out, emotionally and physically that she slept
deeply for the few hours that Taniqua allowed.  Taniqua padded around
Tyrone's apartment and got her equipment ready to use.  She stripped and
lay down next to Lauren.  She marveled at the stunning beauty of this
little white Catholic girl.  She couldn't ever remember seeing a more
beautiful woman.  She eased Lauren's legs apart and applied a little of the
magic powder to her clitoris and pussy lips.  They became even more
flushed. Her lips were reddened from fucking Tyrone all night and most of
the day.  Taniqua got some aloe cream and soothed Lauren's pussy lips.  She
rubbed a little into her nipples and Lauren began to become aroused from
the sensations, though she continued her exhausted sleep.
   Taniqua got a small white vibrator and lubed it with the aloe cream. 
She sprinkled it with cocaine and slowly eased it into Lauren, careful not
to wake her.  It had a remote control and Taniqua turned it to its lowest
setting.  It began to hum softly and Lauren's breathing changed.  She began
to undulate her hips and one of her hands moved to her breast and began to
idly stroke one cute little nipple.  Taniqua chopped out four lines of
cocaine on a small mirror and cut a straw for snorting it.  She turned the
vibrator up a notch and Lauren's motions became more pronounced.  Her eyes
fluttered a little and Taniqua moved up until their nipples were touching
and watched Lauren become more and more aroused.
   Lauren realized that her pussy was feeling very good and she opened her
eyes.  She was looking into the eyes of a beautiful black girl.
   "Hello, Lauren," Taniqua said.  "My name is Taniqua and Tyrone sent me.
He wants you to take some of this magic powder.  She held the mirror up and
offered Lauren the straw.  Lauren wanted the cocaine.  She remembered how
good it made her feel, but she realized that she shouldn't take it.  If she
was ever going to get free and go home she needed her mind sharp.  She
shook her head.
   "No, Taniqua, I don't want it.  I just need to go home.  I don't take
drugs.  My husband is waiting for me.  He will be frantic with worry
because I didn't come home last night.  He probably has the police looking
for me."
   "You can't go home like this," Taniqua reasoned with her.  "Look at you.
You're exhausted.  This powder will perk you up and you can take a shower.
Then you'll be ready and no one will ever know.  I'll help you make up a
story.  We'll say your car broke down and you stayed with me.  Your cell
phone was out of batteries and since you were in a bad neighborhood you
were afraid to go out."
   Lauren's mind wasn't at its sharpest and this sounded good to her.  She
took the straw and obediently snorted the cocaine.  It exploded in her
brain with a rush just as Taniqua turned the vibrator up another notch. 
The rush of the cocaine hid the motion of the vibrator and all Lauren could
tell was that something was making her pussy feel alive with arousal.  Her
hips began to churn against Taniqua and she realized that she could feel
Taniqua's curly pubic hair against her own little patch.  She was very
confused.
   "Taniqua, why are we naked?" she asked.  "Oh, something is happening to
me."
   "I'm here to make you feel good before you go, baby," Taniqua whispered.
"Tyrone wants you to leave happy.  I'm going to make you very happy."
   "What do you mean?" the innocent white girl asked.
   "I'm going to make love to you and make you feel very good, then you can
go," Taniqua lied.
   "No, I don't want to make love to you!" Lauren cried.  "You're a woman.
I'm not a lesbian!  I can't make love to you." She was growing frantic, but
the feelings in her little pussy were growing so strong it was hard to
think.  The cocaine was making her delirious and her pussy began to
contract around the vibrator as Taniqua moved the setting higher.
   "I know you're not a lesbian," Taniqua said.  "You don't have to be a
lesbian to let a woman make you feel good.  Anyone can make you feel good.
I'll be very good to you and very gentle with you.  I could fall in love
with you if you let me."
   Taniqua lowered her lips to Lauren's nipple and began to flick it with
her tongue as her hand slid down to stroke Lauren's clitoris.  Pleasure
surged through Lauren's body as the black girl began to stimulate her most
erogenous zones.  Taniqua was an expert at giving pleasure to other women
and Lauren's inexperience worked against her as the black woman brought her
to her sexual peak.
   "That's it, baby.  Cum for me and I'll make you feel better than you've
ever felt before."
   "No, please; I don't want to cum with another woman," Lauren begged. 
"Please, I just want to stop cumming.  You're destroying my mind."
   "Just a few more times," Taniqua promised.
   She slid down Lauren's exquisite body and began to tongue her engorged
clitoris.  Lauren exploded in ecstasy and her body trembled and shuddered
as Taniqua brought her to her climax, time after time.  The cycle was
repeated endlessly.  Lauren was constantly exhausted and would fall asleep
after her ordeal, only to be awakened in a few hours and again brought to
multiple orgasms by the talented black girl.  She surrendered to the spell
Taniqua cast over her and began to make love in earnest to this beautiful
black goddess.  She even used her own tongue on Taniqua's pussy and brought
her to many orgasms herself.  They made love all through the night and the
next morning when Lauren awoke, Taniqua was gone and Tyrone was fucking her
to orgasm again.  Taniqua returned the next night and Lauren was kept in a
constant state of orgasm by this beautiful black girl and Tyrone's huge
black cock.
   For days, stretching into weeks, Lauren was kept stoned out of her mind
on cocaine and aphrodisiacs and fucked to multiple orgasms.  She became
used to the powerful sensations her black lovers forced her to experience
and began to welcome them.  She cooperated in her multiple rape sessions
and begged for sex when she felt the urge overpower her mind.
   Her husband had called the police and they found no trace of Lauren
except her car, abandoned at the barbecue restaurant.  Her husband was
frantic with worry and he would have been horrified had he known that his
gorgeous white wife was being held captive by a young, stud black drug
dealer who fed her powerful drugs and fucked her to constant orgasms, day
and night while Lauren made love to a beautiful black woman in between.
   Tyrone had his drug and prostitution rackets to attend to and he left
Lauren in the care of Taniqua for longer and longer periods.  He no longer
worried about her escaping.  She was addicted to the sex that only he and
Taniqua could provide.  The formerly faithful, white Catholic wife was now
a total slut that couldn't get enough of his huge black cock.
   Lauren was having quite an impact on Taniqua.  She had never met anyone
like Lauren.  Her sweetness and innocence, her beauty and budding sexuality
were fascinating to Taniqua.  She loved Lauren's breasts with their super
sensitive tiny nipples.  She loved her ass.  Not even the sisters in the
hood could match Lauren's ass.  Taniqua didn't like cellulite.  Lauren's
ass was spectacular.  It was small and tight, yet perfectly muscular and
round.  Taniqua couldn't get enough of the firm flesh.
   She fell deeply in love with Lauren and she began to think about taking
Lauren away from Tyrone.  She finally talked to Lauren about it.
   Lauren liked the idea of escaping from her rapist, but she felt like she
needed to be honest with Taniqua.
   "I enjoy making love with you," she told the black girl.  "You know I'm
not a lesbian.  I love you, Taniqua, but I'm not in love with you.  I'll
always be straight.  I'll always want sex with men.  I'll still make love
to you and I might even live with you, but I want you to know that I still
like men."
   Tears filled Taniqua's big brown eyes.  "I know, baby.  I wish you were
in love with me, but I'll take what I can get.  I'm so sorry I helped
Tyrone do this to you.  I just want to be part of your life.  If you won't
shut me out, I'll help you get rid of Tyrone.  I mean, I'll help you
anyway, but I just want to keep you in my life."
   They were lying on Tyrone's bed, naked after a long session of bringing
each other to orgasm after orgasm, and Lauren moved up over Taniqua's body
and kissed the black girl on the lips.
   "I promise you'll always be part of my life.  I'll make love with you as
often as you'll let me, but I want men too."
   Taniqua was ecstatic.  The girl she loved would let her be in her life
and she was willing to do anything to make that happen.
   When Tyrone arrived, he had a surprise waiting for him.  Lauren was
kneeling in the floor, naked, and with a collar around her neck when he
opened the door.
   "Lauren looking good tonight," he said.  "Lauren Tyrone's girlfriend and
he likes his girlfriend naked on her knees."
   He stepped in and Taniqua hit him over the head with a sock filled with
quarters.  He crumpled to the floor, unconscious, and the two girls quickly
dragged his body to the bed and handcuffed him to its shackles he had used
on so many white girls before.  The stripped him and when he regained
consciousness, they were standing by each side of the bed, dressed in black
leathers.  Their breasts were exposed and their pussies were bare.  Their
firm bodies were oiled and glistening.
   "Tyrone's girls playing a game?" he asked.
   "Tyrone Lauren's girlfriend now," Lauren mocked his ghetto speech. 
"Lauren going to make Tyrone feel real bad."
   "What you playing at, bitch?  Tyrone beat your ass for this."
   "No, I don't think so," Taniqua said.  "I think Lauren going to beat
Tyrone's ass."
   The girls removed their hands from behind their backs and Tyrone's eyes
bugged out when he saw the riding crops in their hands.  He had used them
on many of the white bitches he had broken and turned into whores.
   The two girls took turns beating Tyrone senseless with the crops.  They
beat his cock and balls until he passed out from the pain.  When he came
to, they rubbed cream into the welts that covered his body and sprinkled
cocaine over his cock.  They sucked him to erection and to his horror; they
took turns mounting him and using him for their pleasure.  They used the
cocaine to keep him erect, hour after hour while they used him, bringing
him to the point of orgasm and then pleasuring one another until his orgasm
subsided.  His balls ached from the constant stimulation and they beat his
cock and balls repeatedly.  They cut strips of skin from his chest and
poured salt and vinegar into the wounds, making him writhe and scream in
agony.
   He begged them to stop.  "Please, Tyrone never hurt Lauren.  He was
always gentle.  Don't hurt Tyrone no more."
   "If Tyrone signs these papers, we'll let him go," Lauren said.
   He looked at the papers.  They were notarized quitclaim deeds, signing
his properties over to Taniqua and Lauren.  He refused until they tortured
him into compliance.
   "Now, please, let Tyrone go.  You promised to let me go," he begged. 
"Tyrone never hurt Lauren."
   "What are you talking about, you pig?" she screamed.  "You drugged me,
kidnapped me and held me captive.  You tortured me by raping me for weeks.
You came inside me hundreds of times by promising to let me go if I let you
and I'm probably pregnant from you raping me.  I'm going to get an abortion
if I'm pregnant and kill your baby.  You deserve everything we're giving
you."
   "Taniqua rape Lauren too.  How come you not torturing her?"
   "Taniqua raped me because you made her.  I love Taniqua and she loves
me. She never raped me.  We made love and I wanted to make love to her.  I
never wanted to have sex with you.  You drugged me and forced me to do it.
You've destroyed my life.  I can never go back to my husband.  You saw to
that and we're going to make you pay."
   She thrust a ball gag into his mouth and squirted pepper oil onto his
ugly black asshole.  Taniqua came in with a huge strap-on dildo he had made
her use on the helpless white girls he had broken.  They released one leg,
raised it to cuff it to the manacle holding his hand and Taniqua plunged
the dildo into his asshole.  He screamed into the gag as the 12-inch prong
tore into his ass, the pepper oil making it slippery and causing him to
scream and writhe in agony as it burned into the tears in his ass.  They
took turns raping his asshole until the flow of blood became too much.
   Lauren got a tool out of the bag they had kept their toys in and his
eyes widened in terror as he saw a pair of kitchen shears.  She took his
rapidly deflating penis in her fingers and inserted it between the jaws of
the shears.  He writhed in an attempt to stop her and screamed into the
gag. She slowly began to close the shears, taking her time and savoring the
moment.  He continued to scream hysterically as Lauren closed the shears
and severed his penis.  He passed out.  Taniqua removed the gag and stuffed
his penis into his mouth.  Blood was spurting everywhere and they poured
salt into the wound until the agony revived him.  They stood and watched as
he bled out.
   When his motions ceased, Taniqua checked his pulse.  He was dead.  The
old factory had an incinerator out back and after midnight, they fired it
up.  They burnt his body, the bed and everything that had belonged to
Tyrone.
   The monster that had made their lives a living hell was gone.
   Lauren stayed with Taniqua.  She never went back to her husband and she
filed for divorce three months later.  She knew he could never satisfy her
new sexual needs.  Tyrone wasn't missed and Lauren and Taniqua disbanded
his prostitution ring.  She discovered that she was pregnant with Tyrone's
vile seed and she kept her word and aborted his evil spawn.
   They hired a huge black man named JaDavid to run the drug business and
kept him loyal by letting him fuck them occasionally.  They expanded the
business and made money like Tyrone never had.  Lauren cleaned up her
craving for cocaine and helped Taniqua get off drugs as well.  They
occasionally used cocaine during sex but they kept clean except for that.
   Lauren never fucked black men again for pleasure.  She met a wonderful
French chef with a 12-inch cock that kept her sexual cravings for fucking
cock satisfied.  He accepted her relationship with Taniqua and even joined
them from time to time for threesomes.  He worshipped Lauren and gradually
she forgot about her torture at Tyrone's hands and lived happily with
Taniqua.  
  
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