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 Sagan's Ordeal
   Sagan Blake heard the floors of the old building creak as it shifted and
settled.  She and her husband ran an architectural salvage business and the
old metal ceilings of the bank building looked promising.  Many old wooden
pieces had been hand crafted into spectacular finds as well.  Her husband,
Rick was late.  He was supposed to have met her here ten minutes ago.  The
electricity had been disconnected from the old building years ago to
prevent fires and it was dark and spooky.
   She decided to check out the ceilings of the second story to see if they
were covered in the same metal.  Her phone buzzed halfway up the stairs and
she stopped to check it.  It was her husband, informing her that he was
tied up at the store and he would be there in half an hour.  She smiled
indulgently.  They had been married three years and had made a good life
for themselves.  She loved her husband and being late was one of his few
character flaws.  He was a year older than she was at 25, and quite a
catch. She wished he were a little more active between the sheets, but she
knew he was working hard and she enjoyed the luxuries that hard work
brought.
   She knew she was beautiful.  Her long blonde hair swirled around her
when she walked, hanging to the middle of her butt.  That butt was round,
toned and firm.  Her womanly hips flared in to a tiny waist and then
swelled out again to large, high breasts.  They stood proudly, without a
hint of sag despite their weight.  Her face was worthy of a fashion spread.
Her eyes were huge and a deep, rich brown.  The lashes framing them were
unbelievably long and there was a sprinkling of freckles across her little
nose.
   She caught a movement out of the corner of her eye as she came to the
head of the stairs.  She caught her breath in fright, turning to scamper
back down the stairs.  She laughed at herself when she realized it was a
pigeon.  Somehow, it had gotten inside and she looked into the room where
it had disappeared.  There was a hole in one of the boards covering the
window.  A shaft of sunlight struck her eyes as the bird disappeared
outside.  Her eyes, accustomed to the gloom, reacted and she was blind for
a second.  She heard the floor creak behind her and she whirled around. 
She could only make out a large, dark figure and she was seized by the arms
and spun around.  An arm slipped around her neck in a chokehold that made
her head swim.  She fought briefly and then darkness settled over her.
   Jamal Lewis was meeting a client in an abandoned building for a drug
deal when this beautiful, blonde vision came in.  He had quickly slipped up
the stairs and thought it was his bad luck that the young woman decided to
come upstairs.  As she passed the dark room where he was hiding, he got a
good look at her and decided this was his lucky day.  There was nothing in
the world that Jamal enjoyed more than white pussy.  Any white woman he met
was fair game and he made a play for them all.  He especially enjoyed the
young "enlightened" white women that made being friends with this wonderful
black man their special project.  They were so naïve and hopelessly
ignorant of his true desire.  Sooner or later he managed to get them alone
and then they realized their mistake.  Their liberal ideas of the
brotherhood of man, their commitment to the idea that all races were equal
and that black and white were all the same made them perfect victims.  He
found their ignorance humorous.  He knew the brothers.  They wanted white
pussy.  He guilted these stupid white bitches out of their reluctance to
have sex with him by implying that the reason they resisted was because
they were racists.  Those who failed to respond to white guilt he drugged
and raped.  They never reported the rapes.  Devastated by the betrayal of
their cherished beliefs, they were too ashamed to go to the police.  Half a
dozen times he had drugged one of the prettier victims and kept them as his
lovers for a while.  He kept them stoned out of their minds and fucked them
constantly for days, bringing them to a state in which their drugged bodies
were kept in a constant condition of sexual excitement and orgasm.  By the
time he let them go they were hopelessly drug addicted and their sexual
urges never again found satisfaction in their former activities.  They
found themselves returning to him for more sex and drugs until their beauty
was gone and he had no use for them.
   He especially enjoyed women who regarded themselves as in love and
faithful to their lovers.  Forcing them to orgasm as he licked their
pussies or drove his enormous black shaft into their formerly pristine
pussies was an incredible turn on.
   He had never had a white bitch that looked as good as this one.  He had
never seen a woman that looked this good.  He went through her purse,
discovering her identity, address, and her cell phone.  He sent her contact
information to his phone, turned it off, took her purse in his hand and
threw her over his shoulder.
   He carried her to his van and handcuffed her inside.  He drove to his
body shop and pulled up around back.  She was awake and screaming by this
time.  He went inside and gave his boys the rest of the day off.  As soon
as they were gone, he pulled the van inside and closed the garage doors. 
He locked up and went to the back of the van.
   When he opened the doors, she was plainly terrified to see a large black
man with her purse in his hand.  He entered the van and she kicked at him
with all her might, screaming and trying to bite him when he got close
enough.  He was impervious to her blows.  One huge hand shot out, closed
around her slender neck and began to choke her.  Her eyes watered and her
screams became strangled.  He didn't choke her fully unconscious this time,
but she could do nothing but gasp and heave for air as he unlocked her and
dragged her out.  He carried her down a flight of stairs and unlocked a
metal door at the bottom.  Inside, he flung her down on a large bed and
secured both her wrists to rings set in the iron headboard.  She began to
fight again, kicking at him until he caught one ankle and secured it to a
ring on the footboard.  He made quick work of the other ankle and she was
helpless.
   He left her there and made his way to the bathroom that opened off the
bedroom.  When he returned he held a syringe in his hand.  She screamed
louder.
   "What are you going to do with that?  Who are you and where am I?  Why
are you doing this to me?" she screamed.
   Jamal chuckled.  "You my girlfriend, baby.  This is my place and I'm
Jamal, don't you remember?  Jamal going to give you some medicine that's
going to make you feel real good."
   "No, you sick bastard.  Don't stick that in me.  I'm married and I love
my husband.  What's wrong with you?  How could you do this to another
person?"
   "You going to love this, baby," Jamal told her.  "Jamal got a love
potion here that going to make Sagan feel like she floating.  Then we make
love and you won't be able to get enough of Jamal dick."
   He approached the bed and she thrashed violently, tears streaming from
those big brown eyes.  She had never taken drugs in her life except after a
visit to the dentist.  She hated drugs and hated the people that used them.
Now this black bastard was going to shoot her up and there wasn't a thing
she could do about it.  She was going to fight him.  She vowed never to
give in to this animal.
   "Please, don't make me take drugs!  I've never taken drugs.  Please,
don't do this to me.  Please, I'm begging you, don't do this," she sobbed
out her fear.
   She thrashed around so much he couldn't get the needle into her vein. 
He knew how to deal with that and he sat down on her stomach, driving the
air from her lungs and paralyzing her.  He quickly got a plume of blood in
the needle and emptied its contents into her arm.  She relaxed immediately
and he stood up.  The potent speedball of cocaine and heroin rushed to her
brain and she felt a state of euphoria sweep over her body.
   She still struggled weakly as he removed her blouse.  A lacy red bra
covered her lovely breasts.  Jamal used scissors to cut away her blouse and
then the bra, leaving her breasts bare and exposed.  Her nipples and areola
puckered in the air.  They were the most beautiful mounds of femininity
Jamal had ever seen.  They were large and firm, at least a C cup.  They
stood out proudly, not losing their shape even though she lay on her back.
The round shape and the fullness were something he had only seen in fake
boobs in magazines.  She had large, thick areola; brown and puffy, forming
small cones on the ends of both breasts.  Little brown nipples capped them
and it was obvious that she didn't tan in the nude.  The flesh beneath the
bra was paler than the rest of her body.  He slit her black skirt with the
scissors and there was a little pair of red lacy panties underneath that
matched the bra.  He cut those away too, and she was bare.  Her pussy was
neatly trimmed with only a small patch of blonde fluff resting beautifully
above the sweetest white pussy Jamal had ever seen.
   Sagan was aware that he had taken her clothes away and alarms rang in
the back of her mind.  They couldn't quite reach expression in her drugged
state, but she knew she was in serious trouble.
   Jamal removed his clothes but Sagan wasn't paying attention.  She was
floating in a sea of bliss and could only think how good she felt.  She was
shocked by the feel of his lips on her nipples.  No one but Rick had ever
seen her naked.  Only Rick had ever been privileged to touch her breasts.
The sensation was shocking but it made shivers run through her body.  Her
nipples hardened even more under his lips and they ached with the flush of
her body's heat.  She felt the lips leave her breasts and move downward
across her highly toned, golden belly.  She tried to squirm away, but she
was too weak and the feelings sent thrills through her helpless body.  He
moved between her legs and she tried desperately to close them.  The
shackles bit cruelly into her ankles and she felt his lips on her inner
thighs.  She tried to close them, but his heavy body prevented her.  He
parted the lips of her pussy with his tongue, lapping at the lips and up
toward her little, hidden clitoris.  As his tongue flipped the hood, it
began to emerge from hiding and fill with blood, becoming erect and
sensitive.  No one, not even Rick had ever done this to her.
   "Please, God; stop.  Don't do that, it's filthy.  How can you put your
mouth there?  No, no; stop, not there," she sobbed as his tongue attacked
her throbbing clit.
   Sparks of pleasure flushed through her trembling body as he continued to
lick at her little button.  Her arousal grew as he sucked the little nubbin
into his lips and flicked it again and again with his rough tongue.  She
moaned and quivered and her hips writhed beneath her huge black lover.  She
didn't want this and although her control was slipping, she was much too
terrified with this whole situation to cum.  She didn't want to cum, but
Jamal went on stimulating her little button and exploring her beautiful
pussy for more than half an hour.  He was becoming frustrated with the fact
that she hadn't cum yet, but he had an idea.  Sometimes these faithful
white pussies needed a little extra to get over the top.  He went to a
table beside the bed and took out a vial of very good cocaine.  Her
writhing had subsided a little when he returned but he would soon fix that.
   He opened her pussy with his fingers and sprinkled some of the cocaine
on the wet, inner lips and a more generous portion over her clitoris.  He
watched the crystals melt and again began to torment her with his tongue.
   Poor Sagan could only groan as the incredible, drug induced sensations
ran through her little pussy.  She could hardly hold still and she arched
her pussy toward the tormenting tongue.  He felt her legs begin to tremble
and her body stiffen.  She grew tighter and tighter until she exploded into
the orgasm of her life.  Nothing in her experience had ever felt like this.
She bridged off the bed, seeking that pleasure giving tongue as she spasmed
over and over.
   All the while she knew this was wrong.  She was being raped and she
shouldn't be enjoying these feelings.  "No, oh God, no," she screamed
"Please, don't make me do this, it's wrong.  Please, God, I want to stop."
   This was music to Jamal's ears.  This was what he had been working for.
This young, faithful, white wife was cumming for him; her faithfulness to
her husband stolen away and her body craving his touch.  That she was doing
so involuntarily only increased his pleasure.  She couldn't resist his
black magic.  All these white bitches were like this.  Just give them a
little taste of the black love and all their secret desires came spilling
out.  Now to complete the corruption of this beautiful white girl.
   Jamal's huge 11 inch cock was as hard as iron.  As Sagan's contractions
diminished, he dipped the head of his cock between those tiny pussy lips
and withdrew it, now shiny and slick with her secretions.  He sprinkled a
little more cocaine on the bulbous helmet and let it dissolve.  He returned
it to the helpless pussy and began to slide in.
   Sagan knew something was wrong.  Even in her drug and orgasm induced
haze she knew that.  There was an incredible pressure on the entrance to
her pussy.  She realized that he was getting ready to fuck her.  She raised
her head with a great deal of effort to look down between her legs.  What
she saw froze her in terror.  It was impossible for a human to have that
large a cock.  It was enormous; as thick as her wrist and nearly as long as
her forearm.  Worst of all, he was putting it inside her bare.  Rick always
wore condoms when they made love.  She didn't like the idea of taking the
pill, so Rick always wore protection.  Now, this animal, this vile black
rapist was inserting that monster into her pristine pussy with no
protection.
   "No, please" she gasped as the head slid between her lips.  "Please
don't do this.  I came for you like you wanted.  Please, I've never had
another man besides my husband.  Don't do this to me.  It's too big. 
You'll damage me so that I'll never be able to make love again.  You'll
kill me.  Please don't do this to me," she sobbed in her hopelessness.
   "Hey, baby.  Jamal ain't going to hurt you.  Jamal going to make you
feel good.  This the big package, but it won't kill you.  Bitches pop
babies out of their pussies.  They a lot bigger than Jamal.  You going to
enjoy this."
   The mention of babies terrified her even more.  "No, don't do this.  I'm
not on the pill, I might get pregnant.  Please, don't you have a condom?  I
can't have a black baby.  Please, use some protection." She had given up on
the idea that she could stop Jamal from raping her, but she desperately
feared getting pregnant with his black baby.
   "It's ok, baby.  You Jamal's girlfriend now.  Don't worry.  Jamal will
pull out and not cum in you so you won't get pregnant.  Jamal don't want
his girlfriend pregnant."
   "No, please, I'm not your girlfriend.  I'm faithful to my husband."
   Jamal ignored the white girl's pleas as he sank an inch of the massive
black shaft inside her.  Damn, she was as tight as a virgin.  That wimp
husband of hers must have a needle dick.
   Sagan was growing frantic.  The combination of the drugs in her system,
the effects of the cocaine sprinkled on her pussy and the injection of the
drug inside her pussy from the head of Jamal's cock were eroding her will.
She had never been stretched so tightly around anything.  The huge penis
invading her pristine pussy was beyond anything she had ever felt.  The
forward motion had stopped as Jamal allowed her to become adjusted to his
massive girth, but she knew this was just the beginning.  She attempted to
buck him off but the great weight, on her and in her, was too much for her
slender body.
   She continued to plead with him to take it out.  "God, no; it hurts,
it's too big.  Please, take it out; it's splitting me apart.  Oh God,
please; have mercy.  Please don't get me pregnant.  Please, my husband
won't want me anymore."
   It was music to Jamal's ears.  aHe loved the way these white babes
reacted to the size of his big black cock.  After a few minutes of soaking
in her wetness, she felt him begin to move inside her.  The head moved back
and forth, stretching her tight pussy and her muscles began to relax until
the extreme pain became only discomfort.  Jamal moved forward and she felt
another two inches expand the walls of her nearly virginal cleft.  She
cried out in pain, and again he paused and allowed her to become accustomed
to the huge invader.  She continued to plead with him to take it out or put
on a condom but he ignored her completely.
   As he worked the huge black cock past six inches, he began to invade
places within her that had never felt a man's cock before.  Rick was not a
small man, but this huge black cock was continuing to advance into virgin
territory.  Not only was she being penetrated deeper than she had ever
known, the huge girth of the black invader was stretching her beyond
anything she had ever imagined.  She hated the idea of this black rapist
inside her tender flesh, but at the same time, she felt those twinges of
drug-induced pleasure setting her pussy on fire.
   At nine inches, she felt the head of his cock press against the wall of
her cervix and she had taken as much as she could.  He continued to try to
get the rest of the mammoth member into her and the pain grew to an
unbearable level.
   "Stop, Jamal; I can't take any more.  You're hurting me.  You said you
wouldn't hurt me.  I can't take it.  You're too big and I'm too small. 
You're up against the end.  Please, no more," she wept.
   Jamal pulled back until she stopped writhing with pain.  "Jamal's sorry,
baby.  He didn't know.  There, don't cry; Jamal just give you what you can
take."
   She felt perversely grateful and when he began to withdraw, she hoped
her ordeal was at an end.  With only the head inside, he reversed direction
and she felt him give her that nine inches she had taken only minutes
before.  He moved slowly in and out, letting her get used to the motion and
he felt her incredible pussy begin to flex and squeeze his huge black
member.
   Sagan's mind floated in a daze as her rapist enjoyed her unspoiled
beauty.  His huge cock caused flashes of heat to flow through her pussy and
spread through her body.  When she felt his lips close over her nipple she
moaned and her body began to respond involuntarily to the unwanted
stimulation.  Her hips began to make small motions in response to the huge
cock fucking her and as much as she hated this brutal rape, she felt
herself beginning to respond.
   Jamal increased the tempo of his thrusts, each plunge into her sweet
depths rewarded by a moan from the lips of the drugged and helpless beauty.
He knew she was beginning to respond to the secret desire of all white
women: to submit to a black cock.  He paused for a moment to unlock her
arms and she thrust herself involuntarily back and forth, seeking the cock
that was giving her such pleasure.  He unlocked her feet and turned back to
plundering this beautiful white girl's treasure.
   Her arms were now wrapped around his back and her tiny feet twined
around his legs as she surrendered to the feelings exploding inside her
body.  He pushed up and began to long rod her helpless pussy and he pounded
her for another 20 minutes.  Her body spasmed repeatedly as orgasms swept
through her helplessly.  The drugs wove their spell and the cocaine,
administered directly to her sensitive pussy was causing the sensations of
the huge cock driving within her to put her in a constant orgasmic state.
Jamal was just getting started.  He slowed each time an orgasm swept
through her beautiful body and when she began to relax, he would increase
the tempo; slamming into her tight pussy and hitting her g spot, sending
her into orbit again.  He knew that the cocaine on his cock would delay his
own orgasm indefinitely, but the sight of this innocent white beauty
exploding in reluctant orgasm beneath him was reward enough for now.
   He drilled her pussy for over an hour and she lost count of the number
of orgasms that wracked her body.  She was quivering and screaming now; the
waves of pleasure causing her to nearly black out from the powerful spasms.
She could take no more and she began to plead with Jamal to stop and let
her rest.
   "Please, Jamal, I'm going to pass out.  You have to let me rest.  You're
killing me.  Please stop!  I just need to rest for a minute."
   Jamal hadn't cum, but he knew she was reaching her capacity and if he
wanted her to voluntarily become his lover, he was going to have to show
that he cared about how she felt.  He stopped pounding her tight pussy,
slowing gradually to a stop.  He felt her pussy contracting wildly around
his, still erect, cock.  Her body jerked and trembled for minutes and he
rolled, pulling her on top of him.  She rested her head on his chest and
continued to tremble as he wrapped his arms around her slight body.  He
stroked her silky skin and marveled at her beauty.
   Her eyes closed and she slept, drug induced dreams claiming her, wrapped
in her black lover's arms.  His mammoth cock remained erect with the
effects of the coke and he stayed soaking in her pussy juices.  He stroked
her back, ran his hands down to her ass and filled them with the firm,
resilient flesh of her heart shaped butt.  Jamal had felt a lot of asses
over the years.  He admired the booty the sisters put on display in the
hood, but this little white girl was something special.  She obviously
worked out on a regular basis and her whole body was toned to perfection,
but her ass was something that most women only dreamed about.
   Jamal had intended to use this beauty up but her response to being
fucked by his black cock and the perfection of her face and body made him
want more.  He wondered if he could overcome her will and keep her as a
trophy.  He could continue to administer the drugs until she was under the
control of his spell and then clean her up while keeping her addicted to
the continuous orgasms his cock could give her.  He would even be willing
to forgo his usual conquests if he could keep Sagan.
   He let her sleep for 30 minutes.  His erection wouldn't go down as her
pussy continued to contract around him, even while she was sleeping.  At
last, he shifted so that he could reach between them and stimulate her
clit. After a minute of coaxing her little bud out of slumber, she began to
moan softly in her sleep and he began to rock his hips, sliding his cock
back and forth in her increasing wetness.
   Sagan slowly woke up somewhat disoriented.  She was feeling incredible
pleasure from the huge cock moving in her pussy and the stimulation of her
clitoris.  She didn't realize where she was for a moment and she looked
around apprehensively at her surroundings.  The memories came flashing back
of her shameful degradation at the hands of a black rapist.  She remembered
the hours of unwelcome fucking she had endured and the intensity of the
orgasms that had claimed her mind and body.  She felt the huge shaft
flexing inside her and despaired.  She tried to roll away and escape these
reluctant feelings that were coursing inside her and she was allowed to
turn.  To her horror, the great black body rolled with her and she was once
again mounted by this black stud.  He quickened his pace and began to drive
the huge cock into her tiny pussy like a piston.
   "No, please," she screamed.  "Not again!  Please don't do this to me
again.  Please let me go.  I fucked you and came for you like you told me.
Please, I love my husband; don't make me do this."
   Jamal chuckled.  "Now, baby; you Jamal's girlfriend.  Jamal made Sagan
feel real good before and he's going to do it again.  Just relax, baby, and
let Jamal show Sagan what the black dick can do.  Jamal going to make you
cum some more."
   "No, please; I don't want to cum.  Don't make me cum, it's not right. 
Please, I'm begging you."
   Sagan was helpless to resist and as the orgasms returned she sobbed
helplessly in pleasure and surrendered herself to her rapist as he brought
her to unimagined heights of pleasure.
   All night long Jamal woke her up repeatedly, ignoring her protests and
made passionate love to her.  Her protests weakened and she fought less and
less as the continuous orgasms sapped her will and the drugs flowed through
her system.  He forced her to snort more cocaine half a dozen times during
the night and her mind was a fog of drug and cock induced euphoria.  The
next morning, she woke up to find her little pussy again being fucked into
mind shattering orgasms.
   For days, stretching into weeks, Jamal kept Sagan high out of her mind
and fucked her to countless orgasms.  She became accustomed to having this
black lover inside her and cooperated in her multiple rape sessions.  Jamal
kept the door locked and the windows were covered with bars so there was no
chance for escape even if he had ever left her alone.
   Her husband searched frantically for her; going to the police and
reporting her missing.  They found no trace of her other than her car, left
at the abandoned bank.  He would have been horrified to learn that she was
being held captive by a stud, black drug dealer who fed her cocaine and
fucked her senseless, night and day keeping her in a constant state of
orgasm.  Sagan had never been fucked so many times in her life as in the
three weeks she spent as Jamal's prisoner.
   She became used to being fucked, morning, noon and night by the black
stud that held her.  He began to delight in spilling his black seed inside
her unprotected, white pussy.  She objected each time, fighting him until
her orgasms turned her into a helpless, quivering receptacle and took his
black cum inside her little pussy, each spurt of his black spunk causing
her to jerk and spasm in orgasm.
   Her lack of resistance began to convince Jamal that her will belonged to
him.  Her body betrayed her in cumming in multiple orgasms on the huge
black member and she cooperated in her own rape, time after time.  He began
to allow her to wander around his basement apartment when she wasn't being
fucked, and even gave her some clothes to wear.  He constantly reminded her
that she was his girlfriend and she seemed to accept her status.
   After a long night of incredible sex in which she had sucked his
enormous cock and swallowed the thick, ropey streams of his cum, Jamal was
convinced.  She belonged to him, body and mind, and he wanted to show her
off to his boys.  He bought her some new clothes, gave her a powerful
injection of cocaine and took her to his club.  He introduced her around to
his boys, danced with her and rubbed his growing erection all over her
beautiful body.  Sagan was completely subservient to Jamal, even flashing
her breasts to one of his boys when he told her to.
   He took her upstairs to his office and gave her another snort of
cocaine. She sat in a chair and he determined to take her on the thick
carpet of his office.  He called in the guard at the door and instructed
him to allow no one in the office for the next few hours.
   "Me and Sagan got some loving to do," he winked at his boy.
   He got the shock of his life when the man's chest exploded in a shower
of blood and gore all over his desk.
   Sitting in her chair behind the guard, Sagan noticed that he had a gun
in a holster at his side.  She crept slowly forward, snatched the gun out
of the holster and shot the burly guard between his shoulder blades.  He
crumpled to the floor and Sagan stood there, the gun leveled at Jamal's
heart.
   "What the hell you do that for?" He shouted.  "Jamal going to beat your
ass for that.  What you playing at?"
   "You're done playing," she told him.  "It's my turn to play now."
   "Come on, baby, you Jamal's girlfriend.  Come around here.  Jamal sorry
he said he was going to beat Sagan.  Jamal got some good coke here and he
eat your little pussy for you."
   "Jamal Sagan's girlfriend now," she mocked his ghetto speech.  "Get down
on all fours, bitch, and crawl over here to me."
   She was obviously not afraid to use the gun.  Jamal crawled to her and
she struck him on the back of the head savagely with the gun.  He collapsed
to the floor, unconscious, and she searched in his desk.  She found a pair
of handcuffs and fastened his hands behind his back.  She took the cocaine
and threw his drink over his face.  He woke up, sputtering and with his
eyes on fire.  Sagan forced him down the stairs and out the back door.  She
walked him to his car and made him crawl into the trunk.
   She drove to his garage and pulled inside, closing the doors behind her.
She took him to the basement and secured him to the same bed she had
occupied.  She took the extra cuffs off and went exploring.  She found the
scented oils he had used on her, heroin and cocaine, a ball gag, the same
12-inch black dildo he had used on her, and returned to Jamal.
   He was cursing and thrashing, helplessly secured to the iron bed. 
"Jamal didn't hurt Sagan, now you remember that, baby.  What you going to
do with that stuff?"
   "What do you mean, you never hurt me?  You raped me like a slave, forced
me to take drugs and tried to destroy my mind.  I was just waiting for the
opportunity to pay you back.  I was thinking I'd do the same thing to you,
you did to me," Sagan told him.  "Jamal Sagan's girlfriend now." She struck
him in the face with the gun, stunning him while she fixed the ball gag
into his mouth.  She prepared a syringe of pure heroin and injected it in
his arm.  She nearly miscalculated and overdosed the burly black man, but
his size saved him.  She used the oils on his ugly black asshole and
viciously sodomized him with the dildo.  He screamed into the ball gag as
his asshole tore and ruptured.  When he passed out from the agony, she
poured water on his face and repeated the process.
   She forced him to snort massive quantities of cocaine and coated his
cock liberally.  She sucked him to an agonizing erection and as he stared
at her in horror, she mounded him and used him for her pleasure.  For two
days, she tormented her rapist, mounting him again and again while never
allowing him to cum.  She used cocaine and kept his cock in a constant
state of erection.  She sodomized him with the huge black dildo repeatedly.
His balls were swollen and in agony, his asshole brutally raped and
finally, when he could control his bladder and bowels no more, she was
finished.  She injected cocaine into his ball sack and around his penis
until he was numb.  She used his straight razor and castrated the black
rapist, dropping his bloody testicles on his chest as he thrashed and
screamed in horror.
   Sagan cleaned his penis carefully with alcohol and cleaned his
apartment, removing all traces of her presence there.  She took nearly 30
pounds of cocaine, more than one hundred thousand dollars in cash from his
wall safe and left the apartment with Jamal bleeding out in the filth of
his own excrement.
   By the time the police found his rotting body all traces of evidence
were gone.  Sagan never went back to Rick.  He could never satisfy her
newfound sexual appetites.  She never fucked a black man again although she
trapped several and emasculated them when they attempted to seduce her. 
She discovered she was pregnant from Jamal's repeated rapes and aborted his
vile seed immediately.  She moved to New York and met a wonderful French
artist with a twelve-inch cock who was adventurous enough to keep her
satisfied in bed and madly in love with her.  She parlayed her coke into a
regular business and used just enough to keep the demons at bay, mostly
during sex.  Her cash set her up in the same business she had been in with
Rick and she did well.
   She kept track of Rick on the internet and when he remarried, she
accepted the proposal of her lover.  They had two beautiful children and
Sagan never told anyone about her days of horror in Jamal's basement.  Her
vengeance was satisfied and she threw herself into her new life.
  
Sagan's Ordeal