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Defiled Date

Derek seemed like a nice guy to Claire - perhaps a little
immature and on the wild side, but it was a sunny Saturday
afternoon and she had nothing better to do than sit in her
college dorm. Besides, Derek's parents had just bought him a new
BMW for improving his grades last semester and Claire wanted to
ride in it. Claire and Derek met a month earlier in an English
course.   Derek was a 20-year-old college sophomore stuck in
party mode, Claire thought, which was why she had no intention of
allowing their relationship to evolve any further than just
friends.  She didn't have the luxury of rich parents buying her
new cars just for earning mediocre grades like he had.   Claire
on the other hand, coming from a solid, middle class family,
relied on a scholarship to pay tuition and needed to maintain her
3.7 grade point average to keep it.

Claire inhaled the new car smell as Derek drove.  They had
decided to see a movie but had two hours to kill before the show
started.

"You want to get high before we go to the movie?" Derek asked.

Claire rolled her eyes up in her head at Derek's suggestion.  
"No thanks, you know I'm not into that," she replied.  He was so
irresponsible and refused to grow up, she thought.

"Well, do you mind if I make a detour since we have time and pick
up a bag of weed?" Derek asked.

"I suppose if you must have it," Claire answered.  "But don't
expect me to smoke that shit with you," she added with a hint of
annoyance in her tone.

Claire didn't like the neighborhood Derek took her to buy his
weed – in the middle of the projects.  A black man standing on a
corner spotted their car and held his fingers to his mouth like
he was smoking a joint.  Derek pulled up to the man and rolled
down his window.

The strange black man stuck his head in Derek's window and asked,
"You wanna buy some crack?"

"No, man, I'm looking for weed.  You know where we can get some?"
Derek replied.

The black man looked at Claire for a moment, smiled, and then
answered, "Yea, but the guy who sells it is in that building. He
pointed to a huge, rundown, apartment building. "Give me $50 and
I'll go get you a bag."

"No," Derek said. "I'll park my car and go with you to get it."

Derek pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned to
Claire. “Wait here, I’ll just be a minute,” he said.

“Are you crazy?” Claire responded.  Look at this neighborhood.
I’m not waiting out here for you!”

Almost everywhere Claire looked cryptic graffiti marked the
territory of rival gangs and windows were boarded up.

“Come on Claire, I’ll just be a minute,” Derek repeated as he
took the car keys and shut the door.  He stuck his head through
the open window and added, “I’ll be right back – I promise.”

Claire watched Derek and that disgusting black man disappear into
the large rundown tenement.  More of the same graffiti found
elsewhere covered its walls.  Trash consisting of, among other
things, newspapers, empty liquor bottles and even a couple of
used syringes, littered its front courtyard.  What was Derek
thinking coming to a place like this?

Reggie Johnson owned this neighborhood.  The black 35-year-old
operated a number of successful racketeering enterprises which
included narcotics and prostitution.

“There’s some white college boy here that wants to buy some
weed,” Reggie’s assistant, Leroy, told him.  “He has a really hot
blond with him.  She’s waiting for him in his car out front.”

Reggie pulled the edge of the curtain back slightly and peered
out his window toward Derek’s car.  “Nice Beemer,” he said.  He
couldn’t see Claire’s entire body, but she had a pretty face and
nice tits, at least from a distance.  Leroy knew good pussy when
he saw it, Reggie thought. Pretty, young, white girls like her
were a premium that fetched big bucks and were really fun to
break in.

“Get the girl in here,” Reggie told Leroy.

It never ceased to amaze Reggie how stupid some of these white
college boys could be sometimes.  Every once in a while, one of
them was dumb enough to bring a girlfriend with them into this
neighborhood.

Claire looked at the clock on the dashboard.  Where was Derek? He
said he would just be gone a minute.  They were going to be late
for the movie. She looked up and saw the nasty black guy Derek
had walked off with earlier approaching.

“Your boyfriend gonna be a little while and told me to get you so
you doesn’t has to wait out here in this hood by yourself,” Leroy
said.

Claire shook her head with an annoyed look on her face as she got
out of the car.  Derek was probably in there getting stoned, she
thought.

“I’m not his girlfriend and we’re going to be late for a movie. 
Where is he?”

“I’ll take you to him,” Leroy answered.

Reggie watched from his window for a second as Claire and Leroy
approached his building to confirm her beautiful, slim figure. 
She walked with the poise of ballet dancer. He could make more
money from her fine, white ass than he could selling an
occasional bag of weed to her lame boyfriend.  The BMW would be
an added bonus, he thought.

Turning to his other lieutenant, Tyronne, Reggie said, “Shoot
that punk-ass, white boyfriend of hers up with an overdose of
coke and dump his body somewhere for the cops to find.  Then take
the Beemer to the chop shop.”

The loud blare of obnoxious rap music filled the dingy halls as
Leroy and Claire made their way through the building.  A number
of black men, seemingly standing around with nothing to do,
menacingly eyed her as she and Leroy passed. The air smelled
musty to Claire, who began receiving uncomfortable vibes from
this place.  Unperceivable memories created by an evil presence
contained in this old structure made the atmosphere heavy with
darkness and despair.  Claire intended to give Derek a piece of
her mind for bringing her here when she saw him.

Leroy stopped at a solid, brown door – identical to all the other
doors down this corridor– with the numbers 947 on it. Claire
entered what appeared to be a sparsely furnished studio
apartment.  She walked by a disgustingly filthy kitchen where
someone had left a dirty spoon and an empty syringe on the table.
 Claire assumed the person living here must have been a diabetic
when she saw the needle.  Leroy led her to a shabby living room
containing a desk and chair, a recliner, and a nasty old mattress
lying on the floor by an old heater.  An enormously muscular
black man who looked about 6’ 4” tall and weighing 225 pounds
stood by the window.

“Where’s Derek?” Claire asked.

“I’m Reggie,” the black man answered. “Your boyfriend left
already,” Reggie continued.

“He’s not my boyfriend! And what do you mean, he left?” Claire
asked angrily.

“Come see for yourself,” Reggie replied and pulled back the
curtain motioning for Claire to take a look.

Claire approached the window; Derek’s car was gone.

“Why would he leave me here?” Claire asked in astonishment.

“He traded you to me for some coke I gave him,” Reggie answered
with a grin revealing gold teeth.

“I don’t think so,” Claire said ready to dart.

Leroy caught her as she turned to run and Reggie quickly joined
him, wrestling Claire over to the mattress.

“Get your hands off me you animals!” Claire screamed as she
struggled.

Her screeches didn’t bother Reggie.  They would not rise above
the rap music and this entire building was his operation anyway.
All the apartments here housed his other whores, bookies, or drug
production.

After a little effort, the two black men vied Claire down on the
mattress.  Reggie sat over Claire’s chest and handcuffed her to
the old heating unit.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re going to be in a
lot of trouble,” Claire hissed pulling at the steel shackles
holding her arms above her head as she lied under Reggie on the
dirty mattress. “Let me go!”

“Get her pants off,” Reggie growled to Leroy as he made quick
work of cutting off the blue college t-shirt Claire wore with a
pair of scissors he had handy.

“No, don’t cut my shirt,” Claire hollered.

“You won’t need it anymore,” Reggie answered estimating the young
girl twisting between his knees to be around 20 years old
(judging from her smooth, unblemished skin), about 5’ 7” tall and
about 115 pounds.

Claire kicked and squirmed, but Leroy sat on her legs to remove
her sneakers and then managed to pull off her jeans.

Claire had a tight, thin body with perky, 36C breasts, and nice
curves in the right places, Reggie thought.  She only had a light
blue bra and matching bikini briefs left on. Her emerald green
eyes angrily glared at him as her chest rose and fell catching
her breath.

“The stuff is on my desk ready to go,” Reggie told Leroy.

Claire continued yanking on the steel cuffs unaware of what
Reggie asked Leroy to retrieve.

“What are you doing?” Claire angrily asked as Reggie snapped a
rubber tube around her distended arm.

Reggie started smacking the inner crook of her elbow.

“No! What are you doing?  Claire yelled and started kicking in
terror realizing Reggie intended to inject her with something.

“Get her legs!” Reggie snapped to Leroy.

“What are you giving me?” Claire cried as Leroy held down her
legs preventing her from thrashing.

Reggie found this part of breaking in his new whores exciting –
their last fleeting moments of free will.  He brought the needle
to Claire’s distended vein.  “Just something with a little more
kick than the weed your lame-ass boyfriend was buying for you,”
he said.

“No. Get that away.  Derek wasn’t buying weed for me. I have
never used drugs.” Claire bewailed.

“You do now,” Reggie quipped as he pressed the needle into her
vein.  Both he and Leroy chuckled.

“Owe, stop it, no, please don’t put that in me Claire bemoaned
while nervously watching the mysterious liquid disappear into her
virgin veins.

“What did you give me?” Claire irately inquired once Reggie
withdrew the needle.

Reggie unfastened the tourniquet without answering and watched
the fury in Claire’s eyes extinguish as she experienced her very
first high and the powerful and extremely addictive mixture of
cocaine, heroin, and synthetic, reached pleasure centers in her
brain.

“Oh,” Claire exhaled.  Reggie felt her body relax beneath him. 
She stopped pulling on her handcuffs.

“I think I can handle her from here,” Reggie told Leroy as he got
off her.

Leroy released Claire’s legs.

“That shit sure does take the fight out of ‘em.  You need
anything else?” Leroy asked his boss before leaving.  Reggie
usually liked to work on the new white bitches by himself for a
while.

“No,” Reggie said as he stood staring down at Claire slowly
wriggling on the mattress.

Reggie looked through Claire’s purse and found $40 which he put
in his pocket and her student I.D. from the university.

Claire’s mind swam in a flood of overwhelming joy and
tranquility; she forgot the source of her happiness.

“What are you doing?” Claire asked as Reggie unclasped her bra
revealing young, perky tits – naturally soft globes.  Claire’s
pale pink areolas formed perfect circles slightly larger than
quarters, which puckered almost immediately after Reggie began
caressing them.

“Stop,” Claire murmured, trying feebly and unsuccessfully to role
her Chest away from Reggie’s hand.

“Don’t tell me to stop.  I’m your boyfriend now,” Reggie said.

Reggie’s words, ‘I’m your boyfriend now”, echoed in Claire’s
inebriated brain. She didn’t have a boyfriend and she never had a
black friend.  She couldn’t remember ever being attracted to
black men before.  Why was this strange black man her boyfriend
now?

Reggie’s hand glided down Claire’s flat abdomen and slid into her
panties.

“Noooooo,” Claire whined.

Grabbing hold of the waistband, Reggie pulled the silky, blue
fabric away from Claire’s firm tummy and peered inside her
panties a few moments at a small, brown patch of closely trimmed
pubic hair above her tightly closed legs.  Reggie yanked the
delicate material off the delirious white girl. In the near
future, her panties would come off easier and her legs would open
freely for him, he thought.

Reggie slid his meaty hands between Claire’s clenched knees.  His
huge muscles easily pried her legs apart revealing her neatly
shaved pussy.

Summoned by Reggie’s fingers tugging her labia open, Claire
briefly returned from a far away, drug induced happy land.  The
strange black man kneeled between her legs and she could not
close them.  Reggie felt Claire’s legs squeeze him in an
ineffectual attempt to prevent his access to her private area. 
He licked his thumb, placed the palm of his hand on Claire’s
mound and then softly rubbed around her small clitoris.

“No, stop it,” Claire murmured.

“Welcome back, do you like having your little, white pussy played
with?” Reggie asked as he masturbated his stupefied victim.   The
drugs only allowed her momentary lucidity.

For a few seconds, Claire grasped that a strange black man was
inappropriately touching her vagina before again slipping into
euphoria.  Reggie noticed her legs relax as Claire’s mind drifted
elsewhere.  He continued working diligently and watched the
tell-tale signs of her reluctant arousal gradually appear: her
clit swelled slightly, its hood pulled back and its glands grew
hard.

Claire squirmed as her pussy got wetter.  Reggie regretted not
allowing the dumb, white bitch to be more cognizant and
embarrassed by her body’s reaction.   But he had a business to
run and it was more efficient using drugs on high class white
girls like Claire to turn them into whores. The drugs prevented
these white chicks from suppressing their bodies’ responses,
making it simple for Reggie to learn the exact way to touch each
girl’s pussy.  Claire was a real doll who had probably never been
with a Nigger before, and Reggie savored spoiling white pussy
previously unexposed to black cock.

“Oh, oooh, naaah, oooooh, don’t” Claire moaned as her squirms
grew more pronounced and gradually evolved into distinct coital
motions.

“What’s the matter, baby – don’t you want to cum for your new,
black boyfriend?  Don’t you like having your pussy played with?
Reggie asked.

“Ooooooooh… uh-uh, nooo, please,” Claire responded.

She probably disliked black men, Reggie thought. But Claire’s wet
pussy revealed that her body liked the way he was touching it.

With his other hand, Reggie took turns rolling each of Claire’s
pale pink nipples between his fingers, keeping them erect.  She
occasionally pulled at her handcuffs – as if forgetting her
futile predicament – unable to alter her susceptible position and
avoid the unwanted stimulation to her pussy and tits. But the
drugs prevented Claire from exerting great effort or resisting
for longer than short intervals, and periods when her struggles
subsided punctuated her brief exertions and signaled that she had
succumbed once more to the potent chemicals.

Claire wasn’t unique trying to fight the effects of the narcotics
Reggie had put into her bloodstream. In fact, it made Reggie’s
huge, black cock harder watching nice, white girls with good
upbringing like her unsuccessfully battle the addictive drugs
that also ruined the lives of so many black folks.  Yes, the
drugs Reggie used on them were great equalizers that brought
white females like Claire, that otherwise were too good for black
men, down where they belonged.

After making her orgasm multiple times, Reggie stopped
masturbating Claire and gave her a short break. He stepped back
for a moment and admired the beauty of his new prize.  Claire had
a perfect body, nicely toned from daily running, but feminine and
not overly muscular. He left her lying on the mattress with her
arms stretched above her head and her hands still handcuffed to
the heating unit.  Her high from the powerful drugs had only
slightly diminished and Claire mindlessly stared at the ceiling
while Reggie went to fetch several more doses.

It took Reggie nearly 20 minutes to return with the extra strong
and addicting concoctions to shoot into Claire, but to her, it
seemed like only a few seconds. Claire’s eyes wandered down
Reggie’s dark, muscular body settling on his enormous, black
cock.  She didn’t see the syringes in his hand.  It took a moment
for her intoxicated mind to register what she was looking at –
that he was naked and that the gigantic appendage that looked
like an elephant’s trunk hanging between his legs posed a serious
threat. He wasn’t even erect!

“Oh my God, please don’t.  You’re too big for me,” Claire
pleaded.  Although giving her another injection first would make
this easier, Reggie wanted Claire to appreciate the special
occasion and decided to wait until after tainting her pussy
before jacking her up on more dope.

The muscles in Reggie’s arms bulged as he pulled Claire’s legs
open, “Relax, Baby, you’re my girlfriend now and I won’t hurt you
if you cooperate,” Reggie said reassuringly.  His fingers
stretched her labia apart, revealing her intimate, pink flesh, to
resume masturbating her.

“I’m not your girlfriend.  Why are you doing this to me?” Claire
cried, rivers of tears running down the sides of her face.

Reggie located her clit, concentrated on making Claire cum again
and didn’t answer.

“Please stop doing this to me,” Claire sniveled, but her
objections sounded less emphatic in correlation with the
autonomous responses in her pussy. Her clit enlarged slightly
from Reggie’s gentle manipulations with his thumb.  He felt its
shaft fill with blood.  Her inner labia appeared fuller and her
exposed pink tissues glistened from increasing moisture.

Claire resumed squirming. “Oh…oh, not there. Oh, stop it.  What
are you doing?” Claire blurted as Reggie honed his technique and
zeroed in on her most erogenous spots.

“Oh, oh, no, stop, don’t, ooooooh, please, naaah,” Claire
mumbled.  Her eyes squeezed shut, her handcuffed hands formed
fists, and her pelvis initiated coital rocking motions.

With a grin, Reggie shook his head in delight.  All high class
white girls were little sluts.  They just didn’t know it.  Their
pussies were like an Achilles’ heel of many nerves. Once Reggie
gained access to a girl’s cunt, regardless of the circumstances,
he stimulated those nerves until she succumbed to his seduction.

Reggie’s cock hardened while he masturbated Claire and forced her
to cum again.  “That’s a good girl.  Relax and don’t worry, none.
 I like it when you cum for me.  I’m going to take care of you
now,” Reggie said, while continuing to rub her clit with his
thumb. The drugs had worn off enough that Claire despised cuming
for this disgusting, black pig who had her more completely
exposed than she had ever been before.  But she could not stop
herself.  The nasty, black thug forced her body to react in a way
she abhorred.

Claire only had two brief sexual encounters previously, with
former boyfriends.  While the sex with them had felt good, she
had never experienced an orgasm and she had liked those boys. She
disliked black men, yet now one she hated was forcing her to
climax for him.

Reggie finally lined his robust, charcoal cock up with Claire’s
small, pink entrance.

Claire felt unusual pressure.  She opened her eyes and Reggie was
leaning over her.  She glanced down towards the source of her
growing discomfort.  The most immense male organ Claire had ever
seen or could possibly imagine sought entrance to her pussy.  In
dismay, Claire looked up at Reggie and begged, “Please don’t put
that in me.  It’s too big!”

“You’ll get used to it, baby. Now shush,” Reggie said.

‘No, don’t! Stop it!” Claire screamed.  She tried to wiggle away
from the approaching invasion. She couldn’t have a repulsive
Nigger cock inside her. But Reggie had her totally vulnerable and
immobilized.

He pushed more.

Claire’s felt her labia stretching to accommodate the gigantic
black phallus. She didn’t know what to do, what words to say to
stop this evil monster from proceeding.  “No, please don’t,”
seemed pathetically inadequate, yet she repeated this phrase in
variations like someone trying different combinations of the same
numbers to open a lock without success.

With a little more effort her pussy admitted the head of Reggie’s
cock into it.  Claire could not see how tightly her labia
stretched around the tip of Reggie’s robust shaft, but she had
inkling by the way it felt.  Nor could she visualize the contrast
between her pale, pink membranes glistening with moisture and his
dark, black rod.

“Owe, please, no” Claire implored.

“I’m in you now. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Reggie asked.

“Take it out,” Claire responded.

Reggie began gently thrusting, penetrating slightly deeper each
time.

Claire’s pussy traitorously lubricated Reggie’s cock as its
invasion proceeded deeper into her intimate, feminine territory.
Claire realized he was not wearing a condom.  She never had
unprotected sex before.

A complete stranger’s uncovered penis was in her vagina.  Worst
of all, it was a massive, black cock she felt ruining her pussy –
their genitals experiencing each other and exchanging bodily
fluids without any barrier separating them.

Claire’s protests continued, but Reggie stealthily proceeded like
the hands of a clock, giving Claire time to adjust without
perceiving new sensations he created as he barely advanced,
allowing them to gradually build, to sneak up as extreme pleasure
in her.  She did not realize Reggie’s heavy, golf ball sized
testicles slapping against her asshole meant he was fully inside
her and that her pussy adapted to the size of her new mate.  She
began to notice the base of Reggie’s fat cock slide against her
clit; his pubic mound, covered in kinky, course hair, make
repeated contact with it as well. She tried ignoring the
burgeoning sensitivity. But Reggie knew just how to deliver
himself to reluctant females.

“Please, take it out.  Don’t cum in me,” Claire whimpered, her
breathing becoming heavier.

Reggie tried to place his mouth over Claire’s to French kiss her,
but she turned away. He had a way to make this stubborn bitch
cooperate.

Claire suddenly felt Reggie’s lengthy cock pull out.  She looked
down at the black, mammoth organ – shiny and wet from her
secretions – that had been inside her.  It was horrible.  How
could it have possibly fit?  At least it was out of her and he
did not cum in her, she thought. She stared at the hideous cock
towering from Reggie’s body until she felt a rubber tube tighten
around her bicep again and realized the nightmare would continue.

“No, please don’t give me any more drugs.  I’ll be good,” Claire
begged.

“You’re going to feel really good in a few seconds, baby.  This
here is a mixture of the best quality meth and heroin available –
more potent than the last batch of shit I gave you and far better
than weed that lame ass white boyfriend of yours was buying you,”
Reggie taunted as he brought the needle to Claire’s distended
vein.

“Please, I don’t want any drugs.  I won’t tell anyone if you let
me go,” Claire cried, enough tears flowing from her eyes to put
out the sun.

“Shhhh,” Reggie responded as he stuck the needle into one of
Claire’s veins.

Claire watched a plume of her blood enter the syringe, and then
its contents disappear as he emptied it into her bloodstream.

“You’re going to see just how good I take care of you as soon as
I take this tourniquet off your arm” Reggie said.

“Oh, God! Why are you doing this to me?” Claire whaled.

Reggie unfastened the tourniquet and watched Claire stop crying
and her eyes become dreamy.

Claire tasted something strange in her mouth and then
exhilaration flowed through her veins.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, her mouth remaining open in awe.

“You see how nice that feels?” Reggie asked as he guided her legs
open with little resistance this time.

Claire did not answer.

Reggie spread her labia and resumed rubbing Claire’s clit the way
he previously discovered she liked it for a few minutes and
watched her areolas pucker; her nipples harden to sharp points.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she repeated while arching her back.

Claire dumbly watched Reggie finally slide his gigantic cock back
inside her.  She did not protest this time.  The drugs amplified
the erogenous sensations he previously caused Claire to
experience by a thousand fold. They were over powering and she
could not even try to ignore them.  Her pelvis met Reggie’s
thrusts and her legs soon wrapped around his tight, black ass in
an attempt to draw more of him into her.

“That’s a girl,” Reggie grunted.  “That big, black cock feels
pretty fucking good, don’t it?” Reggie asked, knowing that her
previously untainted pussy was quickly becoming spoiled by his
enormous, dark snake.

“Oh, uhuh,” Claire cooed with her eyes closed.  Her entire
universe consisted of her pussy and how good Reggie’s cock felt
in it.

Reggie’s placed his mouth over Claire’s.  Unlike before, however,
she did not turn away.  After a little coaxing, her lips parted
and their tongues met, while her nipples pointed into his chest.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Claire moaned into Reggie’s mouth as she
enjoyed tasting his saliva.  She had never felt so wonderfully
complete like this.  Nothing else mattered except his cock
staying in her pussy.  Overwhelming sensations and euphoria
swiftly vanquished her fleeting worries of his cum entering her.
He fucked her, and she fucked him back.  They pumped into each
other with perfect synchronization.  Their bodies instinctively
communicated to each other in an eternal, universal language
words inadequately express.

Reggie had delayed his own climax savoring Claire’s loss of
innocence experiencing mind blowing, multiple orgasms. But
eventually, the frequency of his thrusts increased.  Reggie’s
cock flooded Claire’s pussy with his potent Negro cum.

“Don’t cum in me,” Claire whispered too late as she felt an
unfamiliar warmth and pressure in her cunt.  Her pussy had
already received a deluge of Reggie’s baby making jism, yet it
autonomously continued contracting around his cock milking more
of the virile fluid from it.

Reggie’s colossal Nigger cock totally spoiled Claire’s pussy. 
What began as an invasion had ended as a welcome occupation. 
Reggie’s victorious, semi-erect organ began its withdrawal with
Claire’s pussy rhythmically clenching it, as if hesitantly
allowing the departure.

Reggie finished by running his slick cock across Claire’s excited
clit a few times, depositing and then smearing several globs of
his sticky white cum on her tummy.

Reggie returned after cleaning up and dressing.  The meth must
have worn off and the heroin kicked in because Claire slept
peacefully, handcuffed to the heater.  The cum on her tummy had
dried and a small stream of it leaked from her pussy down the
crack in her cute ass, forming a new stain on the already soiled
mattress.  It made Reggie happy knowing that millions of his
sperm were inside this stuck up, white bitch and she could do
nothing about it.

“The cops either don’t know what they’re doing or they just don’t
care,” Lucy said to Derek’s friend, Chuck.  A lock of her red
hair slid forward over her left eye for a second before she
pushed it back behind her ear. “It’s been two months and they
haven’t come up with a single lead to the case.”

“I know, it pisses me off too,” Chuck replied.  “Derek told me he
wanted to buy some weed before they left. He had been getting his
pot from the street dealers over at Jackson Heights projects. 
It’s a pretty rough neighborhood.  I’m wondering if they went
there and something happened to them.”

“Claire doesn’t party and I don’t think she would go with Derek
to a place like Jackson Heights,” Lucy answered. “But did you
tell the police about it?” she added.

“Yeah and nothing came of it.”

Friday evening’s lost their festive character for the two
acquaintances since their friends disappeared.

Something told Lucy that her college roommate and best friend,
Claire, was still alive somewhere and needed help.  Derek’s
roommate, Chuck, was the last person to see them in the dorms.

Lucy went to Jackson Heights taking flyers of Claire hoping
someone might provide information about her friend.

The last remaining rays of the setting sun provided dwindling
daylight.  The days had grown shorter, the shadows longer, and
the trees began dropping their colorful foliage.  Lucy didn’t
know it, but she walked down the same street Claire and Derek had
disappeared from a month earlier. She felt a cool breeze that
carried some of the fallen leaves down the sidewalk and decided
to catch the next bus back to campus.

A strange black man walked up to Lucy just as she made her
decision to call it a day and said, “Hey, Baby, you wanna buy
some crack?”

Lucy paused for a second looking at the pathetic man who made her
a little nervous.

“No thanks.  I’m not here to buy drugs.  I’m looking for my
friend who’s been missing for over a month.  Perhaps you know
someone who’s seen her?” Lucy replied handing the black man one
of her flyers.

Leroy took the flyer and immediately recognized Claire’s picture
as his boss’ new “girlfriend”.  His gaze returned to Lucy –
another beautiful, young white girl. Leroy quickly noted Lucy’s
fair skin, flowing, dark red hair, and willowy figure. Reggie
would likely reward Leroy generously for bringing her to him.

“Ya knows this girl sure does look familiar.  I think I’ve seen
her around here.  I know someone who might be able to tell you
where she is,” Leroy said to Lucy.

“Really?” Lucy eagerly said, her bright, blue eyes opening larger
with anticipation. “How can I talk to them?”

“They lives over there,” Leroy said pointing to the large,
dilapidated, apartment building across the street.  “I can take
you to them if you want.”

Lucy received bad vibes from Leroy as well as the building he
pointed to; she didn’t want to go with him.  However, she could
not lose this opportunity to find information about Claire.

Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea, Lucy thought as she
accompanied Leroy through the corridors.  The people in this
dwelling – besides all being black – looked like drug addicts and
derelicts.  She thought about turning back, when Leroy announced,
“Here we is.”

He knocked on the door.

“It’s getting late and I need to get back,” Lucy said nervously.
“I’ll come back tomorrow.”

But before Lucy began her departure, the door opened.  A tall,
muscular black man greeted them.

“Who is this?” The big, black man asked looking at Lucy with a
hungry smile.

“Hey Reggie, this girl is looking for her friend and I thought
you might be able to help her,” Leroy answered with a wink to his
boss.

“Who’s your friend?” Reggie asked Lucy.

“Here’s a picture of her,” Lucy replied, handing Reggie one of
the flyers with Claire’s photo on it.

Reggie took a quick glance at the picture of Claire but then
seemed more interested in Lucy, leering at her young, wiry body,
the result of daily runs and workouts.

Reggie gave Leroy a knowing nod.  “Why don’t you come in,” he
said to Lucy, standing aside for her to enter.

“No, that’s okay,” Lucy replied.  “Maybe I better leave.”

Before she could turn around, Leroy wrapped his arms around Lucy
and jostled her into the apartment.

“Hey, get your hands off me!  What do you think you’re doing?”
Lucy yelled.  Reggie shut the door and then punched Lucy in the
gut, knocking the wind out of her.   As Lucy gasped for air, the
two black men handcuffed her wrists behind her back and brought
her to the sparsely furnished living room.

Reggie went over to an empty desk and pulled a ball gag out from
one of its draws and threw it to Leroy.  “Keep her quite with
this,” Reggie said. “I don’t want her disturbing her friend.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Lucy attempted to
yell behind the ball gag as Leroy tightened it.

“That’s right,” Reggie said to Lucy.  “Your friend is here with
one of her boyfriends right now as we speak.  If you want to see
her, you need to be quite.  I don’t want you interrupting their
little love making session.  Okay?”

Lucy quieted down and nodded her head affirmatively.

“That’s better,” Reggie said.  I don’t want to hurt you, but if
you don’t cooperate, I will.”

Reggie turned to Leroy, “Help me bring her to Claire’s room.”

“Okay, boss,” Leroy replied and ushered Lucy down the hall.

Lucy could hear what sounded like mattress springs squeaking
inside the room where Leroy led her.  Leroy cracked open the door
for Lucy to see.

Inside, a thin, naked, tired looking white girl with dark circles
under her eyes was on top of a big black man.  She was humping
his large penis.

“You like big, black cock in your white cunt, baby?” the man
asked, spreading the girls ass cheeks apart with his hands.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, oh, yea, I love your black cock in my pussy” the
girl replied.

Lucy strained her eyes.  The girl looked like a thinner, frailer,
Claire.  But that was impossible, she thought. How could Claire
do that with a black man?

The girl’s face turned and Lucy got a better look at her.  It was
Claire – and she was fucking a black man.  What had happened to
her?

Leroy pulled Lucy away and shut the door.

“As you can see, your friend is now enjoying the passions of her
womanhood,” Reggie said to Lucy with a sickening smile.  “Take
her back to the living room and get her ready,” Reggie said to
Leroy.

Leroy brought Lucy back to the living room.

“Get down, bitch,” Leroy sneered as he shoved the struggling girl
into the mattress.  Lucy thrashed on her back as Leroy unbuttoned
her blue jeans.  Before she knew it, Reggie had joined him with a
knife.  She stopped squirming.

“That’s better.  I hate to cut that pretty face of yours, Reggie
said brandishing the blade along her cheeks, down her neck, and
then underneath her shirt and cutting it open while Leroy tugged
off her designer jeans. She was prettier than Claire, which gave
Reggie a perverted idea.

Claire had finished with her john and was ready for a fix from
Reggie.

“Why won’t you give me my fix now,” Claire asked as Reggie led
her stumbling into the living room.

Claire suddenly became quiet as she recognized her friend and
former roommate lying on the floor in only a pair of pink panties
and bra.

“I want you to eat this girl’s pussy and make her cum first,”
Reggie said.

The ball gag muffled Lucy’s cry when she heard what Reggie wanted
Claire to do to her.

A cloak of worry covered Claire’s face.  She shook her head, “I
can’t, Reggie.  Please don’t make me do that to her.  She’s my
friend.”

“All the more reason why you should get to know her better and
bring your relationship to the next level,” Reggie answered.

“No,” Claire responded.

“No fix for you then.”

Anxious and depressed without her meth, muscles aching without
her heroin, Claire hadn’t got a fix all day.  She needed it now.
She sat in a wooden chair wringing her hands and looking at her
friend lying on the dirty mattress handcuffed to the heating unit
like she had been.

“Please give me a fix, Reggie,” Claire begged.  “I fucked four
guys for you today.”

“All you need to do is eat your friend’s pussy and make her cum,”
Reggie answered.

“Okay,” Claire said in defeat with her head hanging low.  She got
up and hesitantly walked over to Lucy.

“Mmmpppphhhh,” Lucy tried to say something.

“I’m sorry, Lucy,” Claire said.

Lucy thrashed when Claire put her thumbs in the waistband of her
silk panties.

“Get her other leg,” Reggie said to Leroy.  The two black men
prevented Lucy from kicking.

Claire tried to ignore Lucy’s shrieks dulled by the ball gag as
she pulled off her best friend’s panties.

“Okay, Leroy, let’s open her up,” Reggie said.  With the panties
removed, the two black men spread Lucy’s legs apart.

Claire and the two men saw a wisp of short, red pubic hairs from
an otherwise clean shaven pussy.  With her thumbs, Claire
gingerly pulled Lucy’s labia open – the same way Reggie had done
to her numerous times – revealing her friend’s intimate pink.

“Make her cum really good now,” Reggie said to Claire.

Eager to get her fix, Claire went down on her friend.

Lucy cried.  How could these disgusting pigs do this to Claire?
To her?

“It’s not so bad,” Reggie cooed to Lucy.  “At least the two of
you can be together.”  He turned to Leroy and said, “Hold her for
a minute.”

Leroy held Lucy’s legs open while Reggie went to the kitchen.  He
returned a few minutes later with the rubber tube and a syringe.

The smothered protests from Lucy grew more frantic as Reggie tied
the tourniquet around her bicep.

Reggie grabbed Claire’s hair and pulled her mouth off Lucy’s
pussy. “Take a break from eating her muffin for a minute.

He handed her a syringe.

Claire’s face lit up.  She needed the fix badly.

“That’s not for you, bitch,” Reggie said.  Shoot your new lover
up with it first, make her cum, and then I’ll give you some.”

The unscarred veins in Lucy’s arm were easy targets for Claire.
Reggie saw fear in Lucy’s eyes as she helplessly watched her
friend administer the first dose of the highly addictive drugs to
her.

“I know you’re all embarrassed and upset, having all of us see
your pussy for the first time.  This will make it easier for you
to enjoy your friend’s newly aquired talents we’ve taught her,”
Reggie condescendingly said to Lucy as Claire emptied the syringe
into her.

He removed Lucy’s ball gag first.

“Why are you doing this to us?” Lucy naively cried with her last
dwindling moments of lucidity.

Reggie moved with deliberate slowness as he loosened the
tourniquet, savoring another white girl’s misery.

The overpowering drugs flowed to Lucy’s brain.  Her eyes dilated
and became vacant, her head fell back and she released a long
sigh as her mouth hung slightly ajar.

“Aaaaaaaaaah.”

“That’s some pretty good shit, isn’t it?” Reggie asked.

Lucy blankly stared back at Reggie.

“Now get back to making love to your new girlfriend,” Reggie
snapped to Claire.

Claire scurried over to Lucy.  She pulled her best friend’s labia
open again with her index finger and thumb. With her other hand,
she inserted her index finger and located Lucy’s G-spot while her
thumb gently massaged Lucy’s clit.

“Please, stop it,” Lucy dreamily begged.  Reggie and Leroy
noticed how much Lucy’s physical exertions to resist dwindled
after administrating the drugs to her.  They watched her young
pussy respond, its clit and lips become fuller and its wetness
increase in response to her friend’s attention.

“Oh, don’t do that to me,” Lucy murmured as Claire retracted her
clitoral hood and gently licked Lucy’s exposed glans.

Claire lifted her head from between Lucy’s legs for a moment and
said, “I’m sorry Lucy. I need to make you cum.”

Lucy helplessly watched Claire resume her efforts to make her
orgasm.

One more dose ought to be enough to safely remove the handcuffs
from Lucy and watch the two go down on each other in a ‘69’
position, Reggie thought.

Lucy hardly noticed Reggie fastening the tourniquet on her arm
again.

“No, don’t give me more,” Lucy whined as Reggie brought the full
syringe to her vein and pressed the plunger.

Reggie released the rubber tube.

“Oh my God,” Lucy whispered.

Reggie removed Lucy’s handcuffs.  “You can let go of her legs
now,” he said to Leroy.

She made no attempt at escape or resistance.  Her legs remained
open, allowing Claire continued access to her private, pleasure
giving spot.

“Get in a ‘69’ on top of her,” Reggie said to Claire.

Claire positioned herself on top of Lucy’s face, while carefully
avoiding any interruption to the stimulus she had been giving to
Lucy’s clit.  She needed her fix badly and couldn’t afford any
delay in making Lucy cum.

Reggie went over to Lucy, with Claire’s pussy in her face,
kneeled down and said, “Lick her cunt! If you make each other
cum, I’ll let you both stop.  Otherwise, it’s another injection
for you and your friend will keep doing this to you and make you
cum in front of us over and over again.”

Drugged out of her mind, Lucy’s hands grabbed hold of Claire’s
butt cheeks and separated the firm flesh.  Her tongue dove in to
Claire’s pussy and began licking.

Reggie rose and walked over to Leroy.  “Shit, give these white
bitches enough drugs and you can make them do anything,” he said
with a big grin.

The two black men watched their captive, white females
reciprocate oral affection to each other’s sex. You could no
longer tell the sexual act they were performing on each other was
non-consensual.

“Ooooooooooh, oooooooooooh, I’m going to cum,” Lucy gasped and
then mindlessly returned to licking the juices flowing from
Claire’s cunt.

“Oh, yes, uh-huh, that feels good,” Claire replied.  Sounds of
erotic, female passion filled the room.



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